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Humiliated by Mommy part 3 by Naughtieboys
(c) Em-bare-assed Press 1999
naughtieboys@yahoo.com
THIS STORY IS PURE FICTION (or unpure friction) FOR ADULTS ONLY. NO REAL
CHILDREN WERE HARMED IN THE PRODUCTION OF THIS STORY. BY READING FURTHER,
YOU ARE DECLARING THAT YOU ARE A CONSENTING ADULT.
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My hard-on hurts it is so engorged. She is driving me crazy-playing with my
head the way she used to when I was living at home. I've worked so hard
with my psychologist to understand what use to go on. I thought it was all
in the past. How many times in therapy had I wondered: "How could I let her
embarrass me like that?" And now, here I am feeling absolutely
helpless-under her magic spell. I will let her do anything to me. I *want*
her to do more. I am addicted to the teasing torture of it all.
She firmly grabs the elastic at the waistband of my underpants.
"Tomorrow mommy is going to take you shopping for some pretty undies. Would
you like that, Justin? Hmmm ... do you want to go with mommy so she can get
you nice undies?"
As she describes our shopping trip, she ever so slowly lowers my underpants
inch by inch. She gets them down to where most of my bottom is unveiled,
but my hard-on hooks the front of the underpants, so it remains covered.
Suddenly she yanks my underpants back up and pushes me into the tub.
My heart is racing from the sexual stimulation, and then I receive the added
shock of very hot water. I almost feel burned, but she sends me a sharp
look that tells me I better stay put. She then grabs me and stands me up.
She has a shower-head attached to a long, flexible hose. She turns the
water on so it is coming out of the shower-head attachment.
She takes hold of my now wet underpants, and pulls them away from my bottom.
Then she stuffs the hose in the back of my underpants. The water is
freezing cold. I look pleadingly at her, but she just smiles back at me.
Funny, it is the warmest smile that accompanies the ice-cold water blasting
against my bottom.
Her right hand is holding the nozzle close to my anus, as her left hand
lovingly caresses my thigh and makes its way over to the front of my
underpants. She picks up a bar of soap in her left hand and lathers up the
front of my briefs. Of course this stimulates my rock hard cock.
I'm close to coming. The intensity of the cold water hitting my butt and
her massaging my penis is too much. Then she just drops the soap and the
shower head, and walks out of the room.
"Finish up and then join mommy in bed. You have one minute."
One minute? How the hell can I "finish up" in one minute? I need to feel
release so badly. But I jump out of the bath. Wipe the towel across my
body once or twice. Grab a fresh pair of underwear... Wait a minute. The
only underwear in the bathroom is her panties. It's either my wet, cold
briefs or her scanty, feminine panties. I try not to think about what a
set-up this is, as I pull down my soaking briefs and snatch the first pair
of panties I can find. Oh, God ... they had to be the leopard ones. The
tiny, satiny, leopard-print panties. I can hear her now....
I slip into the tight panties and rush into her bedroom. I hope I can make
a quick entrance and dive under the covers before she sees what I'm wearing,
but no such luck.
She's sitting in front of her vanity mirror adjusting her make-up.
"Oh, so glad you could join me. My my, look at you. Mister fancy-panties.
Those always were you favorites, weren't they dear? Or did you have a pair
of mommy's panties that you liked even more? Hmmmm? And you look so cute
in those jungle panties. Just like a sexy big cat in search of game. Are
you blushing? Is it embarrassing to be wearing mommy's panties? Come on,
model the pretty panties for me, just like you used to. Turn around and
show mommy how cute your buns look in the leopard panties."
I do it. I model the panties for her. Just end this night. My head is
spinning, my cock is throbbing ... I feel so ashamed and so turned on.
We both get in bed. I try to get close to her, but notice I can't feel her
naked flesh I so long for. She has an extra sheet on the bed, so she is
separated from me by that sheet. I guess my fantasies of tangling legs with
her is postponed for another time.
I awake the next morning feeling something tickling my thighs.
"I'm just doing a little morning dusting dear. I know you're still asleep,
so just keep your eyes closed and sleep soundly while mommy cleans up."
She briskly rubs that feather-duster over my panties, and I'm suppose to
pretend I'm asleep?
I had been dreaming, or am I still dreaming? No, I'm awake now and I
remember a time when I was a teenager. I am 13 years old. Mom is out
shopping. I am in the living room, lying on my stomach watching TV. It is
a winter afternoon, but I am just in my tight, white Fruit of the Loom
briefs. I have the heat cranked up, so I am not cold. I am watching a lame
comedy with Bob Hope and Phyllis Diller. But I'm not watching because of
them. I am so engrossed because Elke Sommer is in it-a frequently
scantily-clad Elke Sommer I hasten to add.
Elke is in a baby doll nightie, displaying way too much of her thighs and
panties for 1960s TV. I am humping the carpet-heart pounding,
hyper-ventilating, and about to come in my undies.
I'm startled by a noise behind me. Oh no-this can't be. It's mom. I was
so lost in my sexual fantasy I didn't hear her. She's smiling down at me.
That condescending "I caught you" grin. I sheepishly gaze up at her. She's
wearing a mini-skirt and a fur coat. The furry hem of the coat just covers
the tops of her thighs, so I know her mini must be pretty short (even by her
standards). From my vantage point, I'm peering right up those long legs,
which appear to go on forever. This isn't helping my hard-on go down, and
I'm stuck lying face down like this until my cock calms down.
"What you watching?" she innocently asks, as if she doesn't know what I'm up
to.
"Just a movie," I timidly reply.
She watches and starts laughing. She decides to make herself comfortable,
so she takes a seat right behind me. She's roaring with laughter at this
movie I find totally stupid, now that it's been stripped of its jerk-off
value. As lay there, feeling totally exposed, my ass-cheeks barley conceal
by my underpants, I feel like my mother's laughing at my predicament.
Am I just being paranoid? Is my own mother so amused by catching me jerking
off? Does she know I'm a reluctant, captive exhibitionist, pinned to the
floor in front of her, unable to leave, less she really get an eye- full?
"Its awfully warm in here. What do you have the heat up to 90?" She asks
annoyed.
I swivel my neck around to watch her stand up and reach under her fur coat
to unfasten her skirt. Now I'm the captive audience to her exhibitionism,
as she wriggles out of her skirt. As if taking off her little mini-skirt is
going to cool her off. She's still wearing her damn fur coat for God's
sake.
Does she know I've tried on her fur coat? Just last week when she was out,
I snuck into her closet while I was stripped down to a pair of her pale pink
panties, and wrapped myself in that white fur. The fur hem just about drove
me insane with lust as it tickled my thighs. Now she is feeling that same
sensation, as she stands over me in panties and fur coat.
She sits back down and sensuously crosses her legs. I realize I've been
staring and abruptly snap my head back. My erection's growing if anything.
Come on damn it-go down, go down!
"Justin, mommy has something she needs to talk to you about. Why don't you
hop up here and sit next to mommy so we can have a little chat?" she says
patting the couch.
Oh great, I think, now she wants to totally humiliate me-gets me all excited
by doing a little striptease, and then wants me to expose the bulge in my
underpants.
"I'm listening mom," I answer, trying to avoid getting up (and stalling to
give time for my thingie to go down).
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