When mom gets home
A young man in a dilemma waits with mixed feelings for his mother to get home.
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When mom gets home
Ethan could not reach his phone and the clock that usually stood on his bedside table currently lay out of sight on the floor, so he had no idea what time it was, nor how much longer he had to wait until his mother would arrive home. The last thing he wanted was for his mother to find him like this, but she was his only salvation. He was in pain. His back ached, his inner thighs ached. Even his neck was aching. He’d never felt cramp in so many places simultaneously, and yet, at the same time, he’d never been so horny. His penis was straining, throbbing, achingly hard. He’d already ejaculated so many times that he’d lost count. His latest ejaculation was slowly turning from jelly to milky liquid on his bare chest.
Ethan heard a sound downstairs. He silently prayed that it was his mother. This morning, nothing could have horrified him more than the thought of being caught naked by her with his jizz still fresh on his chest. It was still a thought that appalled him, yet he also yearned for it. He hoped with all his heart that it was his mother downstairs and not… them.
A female voice called along the hallway.
“Ethan, I’m home. Be a sweetheart and pour me a coffee. I’ve had such a long day.”
Ethan didn’t answer. His mother waited.
“Ethan, you home?”
“Ummm um mmmm,” he moaned in reply.
“Ethan, honey?”
She walked down the hall towards his room and tapped on the door.
“Ummm ehh eeee,” he moaned louder.
“Ethan, are you alright? I can hear you. I’m coming in. If you’re doing anything private then stop. Coming in in 5.. 4… 3… 2… 1… Opening the door now.”
Normally Maggie would never dream of entering her son’s room uninvited. It was just the two of them in the house since his father had walked out of their lives six years ago.
She opened the door and the sight that met her was shocking – inexplicable even. Her teenaged son, whom until now, she was certain was heterosexual, was lying on naked on his back on his bed. His body was folded double; his legs were raised behind his head, and his arms which were tied at the wrists, were also raised, holding his legs in place.
There was a dildo buried deeply into his rectum and he had a very hard six-and-a-half-inch erection. Two vibrating bronze pills were attached to the sides of his penis, each touching the area where it transitioned from shaft to glans.
On his chest, two small clamps were attached to his nipples.
Maggie frowned. What had she walked in on? Her son was pleasuring himself in a way that she would never have dreamed he was even capable of imagining, much less had any interest in. She was about to turn and walk out, apologising as she went, then the significance of the ropes struck her. His legs were not lifted over his head by choice. His ankles were also tied together. Ethan couldn’t possibly have put himself in this position. But maybe it was something kinky he was doing with a girl, or more likely a boy?
“Do… do you need help?” she asked tactfully.
His eyes widened and he nodded furiously.
“Eee, eee! Eh ee ou oh eeeuh!” he said from behind the red rubber ball gag that filled his mouth.
His mother walked up and carefully undid the straps on the side of the gag.
“Turn it off, turn it off!” Ethan shouted the second he could speak clearly again.
“Turn what off?”
“Everything! Quick before I…”
Ethan orgasmed for the thirteenth time in two hours.
“Ahhh ah uhhhhhhh.” He grunted, as his balls were forced to give up their cream yet again. A small but thick dribble oozed from the head of his circumcised penis. It was deep circumcised with an arrow head that merged into the veiny expanse of delicate skin that should have been protected by a foreskin.
His mother watched her son orgasm with a kind of morbid curiosity.
“What are you doing like this?” she asked, making no move to free him.
“Don’t worry about that now – just turn that junk off before I cum again!”
“Shall I just take it off instead?”
“I’d rather not have my mom touching my boner any more than you have to if it’s all the same to you. Can you just turn it off and untie me. I can do the rest.”
“Oh yes, of course.”
She examined the pills vibrating on his penis. There was no obvious on/off switch.
“I’m just gonna..”
She mimed lifting his penis. Ethan didn’t object. She lifted the stiff shaft and examined the nearest pill. A dribble of cream dripped from his straining cock.
“Do you have any idea how to turn them off?”
“I think they twist.”
Holding his hard shaft in her left fist, she gripped the nearest pill and turned it. It stopped vibrating.
“And the other one,” Ethan urged.
His mother twisted the second metal pill and it went as still as the first.
“Now the one in my assh… butt, quick, quick!” Ethan urged.
Maggie sceptically looked at the end of the dildo sticking out of her son’s ass. His red ass lips were stretched around it.
“What do you want me to do, pull it out?”
“Just turn it off quick!”
There was an urgency in his voice that his mother didn’t understand. She released his hard cock, noting that his testicles rode so high that they looked like they were trying to climb back into his stomach. She was unsettled by just how similar her son’s aroused genitals were to his father’s. Same straight shaft, same high nuts, same arrow-shaped glans. She said nothing, but instead reached for the end of the dildo.
“Quick mom, quick!”
His cock twitched two, three times. Then a small squirt of cum jetted from his penis and hit him in the face. He felt it draped across his lips and in his mouth. He tried to spit it away without touching it with his tongue. His mother looked on with surprise, unsure what to do. Instinctively she reached up to wipe it away.
“Mom!” Ethan protested sharply. “Don’t! Just turn that thing off,” he looked towards his asshole, “then untie me.”
He was mortified that his body’s most private functions were laid bare for her to see.
Maggie reached down and twisted the dial on the end of the dildo. Large latex testicles hung down from it in a simulated scrotum, resting on the crack of her son’s ass.
“Are you sure you don’t want me to, um, pull it out?”
“No mom,” Ethan said struggling to hide his impatience. “Just untie my arms so I can get this shit off me and clean up.”
She looked up at his wrists. Their position behind his ankles was keeping him tightly folded, and pushed onto his back like a turtle that has fallen over and cannot right itself.
She reached over and started to jiggle with the knot.
“It’s tied tight. I’m going to have to get a knife from the knife drawer.”
“Okay, but be quick, this position is killing me. And before you go, turn that fucking camera around.”
He nodded towards his tallboy. A wireless webcam stood on top, watching everything, transmitting it to unknown viewers.
“A camera. Who put that there?” his mother asked.
Ethan’s patience finally snapped.
“Mom! Can you just do it, my fucking back is in agony here!”
She looked hurt by his rebuke, but she turned the camera away and scurried from the room. 20 seconds later she returned with a carving knife.
“Stay still while I cut these ropes.”
It wasn’t as though there was anywhere he could go. His spread knees acted as stabilisers, preventing him from rolling right or left, and the weight of his legs kept him rocked onto his shoulders.
Maggie reached beneath and cut the ropes from his wrists. The moment they were free, he lowered his arms, and then he was able to lower his legs back to the bed. He lay flat on his back with a moan of relief as the pressure was finally relieved from his lower back after two hours lying folded. Unfortunately, in his haste to ease the strain, he overlooked the 8-inch dildo in his ass and it impaled him more deeply. His “ahhhh” of relief instantly turned into an “AHHH!” of discomfort and surprise.
He bridged his back off the bed like a wrestler throwing off an opponent, then he rolled onto his side facing his mother. His dick was still rigid, but he had other concerns. He reached behind himself and pulled the dildo out in a single motion, throwing it with disgust to the floor. His asshole remained spread wide, and he could feel air unsettlingly deep inside him, but his sense of relief without the rubber dildo impaling him was immense.
He reached up to his chest and removed the two small clamps attached to his nipples. He winced as the blood flowed freely within once more, but his nipples were bruised dark purple, and sticking out.
“Now can you tell me what’s going on?” his mother asked.
“Can I at least get my ankles untied and get this shit off my dick first?!” he snapped. “I didn’t do all this for fun you know!”
“I didn’t say…”
He cut her off.
“No, but you were thinking it. I can see it on your face. Mom I’m not some kind of sex freak who does this kind of thing to get off you know.”
She blushed.
“I’m sorry Ethan. But please, I have to know what on earth is going on. Was it some kind of prank by your friends?”
He reached down and carefully removed the lozenges that were still strapped to the sides of his straining cock. He threw them to the floor beside the dildo.
“Can I have the knife please?” he said, not answering her question.
She handed it to him, and he sawed through the cord that still tied his ankles together. When they were free, he finally sat up, and used the corner of the comforter to wipe the cum from his mouth and chest. Maggie resisted the instinct to tell him not to use it as a clean-up rag. She watched as her son pulled the duvet across his groin. His penis was still straining as he covered it.
“No, it wasn’t a prank mom. Three men knocked. I answered the door and they stuck a gun in my face and forced me inside. They made me strip, then tied me up how you found me. That’s all I know, except the camera. They said that I’d be very popular with their clients across the world.”
“And you’ve never seen them before?”
“No never.”
Maggie looked at the camera.
“We have to call the police.”
“No way. I don’t want anyone else knowing what happened.”
“But what if they come back?”
“We need to get a security camera installed.”
There was a long silence, then Ethan added, “And I think I’ll start those kick boxing classes you suggested.”
Didn’t think I’d enjoy so much. But so erotic the way you described in detail.