Are you done yet? Because I've got some homework that I really need to start working on.' Lisa asked.
An innocent enough question to ask if only Ben wasn't between her legs with his cock inside her. He rolled his eyes, pulled out of her, stuffing his half hard dick back into his underwear and rolled off the edge of her bed.
'Yeah i'm done, im gonna head home actually i've got some homework to do as well.' He said, pulling up his jeans and putting on his t-shirt.
'You don't have to go home, you can do your homework here with me if you want. You know you could use the help.' Lisa laughed, poking fun at him.
He rubbed the back of his head awkwardly. He didn't want to stay, he wanted to go home and jerk off furiously, the frustration he was feeling was getting to be too much.
'Nah its okay, I work better alone anyway.' Ben said.
'See you tomorrow at school?'
Lisa looked at him with a smile that melted his heart, sweet and kind.
'Yeah of course, wanna have lunch together?' He asked.
'You bet.'
'Okay, well i'll see you tomorrow then.'
'See you tomorrow. Text me when you get home.'
'Will do. Night Lisa.'
'Night Ben.'
Ben made his way downstairs, grabbing his coat off the rack by the front door and shouted a goodbye to Lisa's parents. They waved from in front of the TV and told him to get home safe.
He made his way out to his beat up old car and slid into the drivers seat. Gripping the steering wheel he looked out into the dark suburban street and let out a long breath.
Ben and Lisa had been friends all of their lives. They'd both started school a year late, he because of some health conditions he'd had as a baby and her because her family had moved cities and thought it would be best to start fresh, so they soon became fast friends. They'd grown up together, always having each others backs throughout school, jumping in whenever the other was in trouble, spending time at each others houses after school, hell even going on holidays together. Lisa's parents, Jack and Samantha had even been like a second set of parents to him following his own parents divorce. And when the time came for Ben and Lisa's relationship to progress from friends to something more, they took it in their stride, thinking that there was no one better for their daughter.
Everything was perfect. Except one thing
Ben liked sex and Lisa didn't. Like any eighteen year old boy, thanks to the internet and his sex positive mother, Ben grew up knowing all about sex, the birds and the bees, and how it all worked. So when the time came a few months after Lisa and Ben's eighteenth birthdays, when they'd both agreed that they were ready, they'd got down to it, Ben almost blowing his load in his pants, and had sex. For Ben it was a life altering moment, the opening of a new world, the start of life as a fully fledged man. But for Lisa, not so much.
She didn't seem to enjoy it, even after Ben had been extra attentive to her, complimenting her, focusing on foreplay, going down on her, everything he could think of to get her to engage. It just didn't seem to do anything for her.
He was patient with her, setting things at her pace, but things seemed to just get worse, they had sex less and less, the activity dropping down to about once every two weeks when she felt bad enough for Ben. But even on the lucky nights like tonight, she just seemed bored. Eventually it had a physical effect on Ben, he was worried that he just wasn't any good at sex, and the insecurity led to him not even being able to get fully hard with Lisa. It wasn't that she wasn't attractive, to him she was beautiful. She had mousy brown hair, cute square glasses, a tight little butt and a good handful up top. Most guys at school were jealous of him for being with her, and he was proud to have her as his girlfriend, he just wished the sex was better.
He pulled up to his house, shot Lisa a text to let her know he'd got home, and went inside. It wasn't too late, just after nine, so his mom would be up with her nightly glass of red, perched in front of the tv as was usual.
'Hey honey, how's Lisa?' She asked.
'She's okay.' Ben replied.
Hearing the dejection in his voice, his mother instantly paused whatever show she was watching, turned around and looked at her son.
Katarina Camberwell, Kat to most people, was a sight to behold. Long black hair, green eyes, plump lips and built like a goddess, Ben's mother was a stunner. He sometimes found himself lost for words just looking at her, and then kicking himself because she was his mother and he shouldn't have been looking at her like that. She'd had Ben relatively young so was only in her late forties, but she'd aged well, looking refined, mature and glamorous as always as she perched on the end of the couch looking worriedly at her son.
'Sweetie, whats wrong?' She asked.
'Nothing mom i'm fine.' He replied trying but failing to reassure her.
'Benjamin Gerald Camberwell,' she said enunciating each syllable of his pretentiously long name and making him cringe, 'I'm your mother and I can always tell when something is wrong. You know that.' She gestured at the seat next to her. 'Now come sit and tell me all about it.'
Realising he had no chance of escape, Ben gingerly sat down on the offered seat and faced his mom. He struggled to meet her eyes, she looked so good. Being a lawyer his mother always dressed well, it came with the job. She'd always say that first impressions were the most important and that was how you land clients, you can wow them with all your knowledge and experience later, but you need to get them in a room with you first. So she looked after herself, went to the gym, ate well, bought expensive suits and dresses, all to look good.
But why did she have to look that good? She was dressed in a dark blue satin blouse that showed just a hint of her expansive breasts, a tight black pencil skirt that rode up just above her knees and hugged her ample backside, black sheer stockings and 4 inch shiny black stilettos. She had a silver necklace hung against her chest, disappearing into her cleavage, diamond stud earrings on her ears and her engagement ring from her marriage to Ben's father that she never took off. She claimed it was to help keep away the advances of unwanted men, but Ben thought that she secretly just liked the way it looks, perfectly complimenting her glamorous aesthetic.
Kat snapped her fingers in her sons face, bringing him back to reality.
'Talk.' She ordered, not taking no for an answer.
Ben wrung his hands together, looking for an escape, he really didn't want to have this conversation, let alone with his mother.
'Is it something with Lisa?' She probed.
Ben hesitated for a moment, contemplating making something up, just to get the conversation over and done with. It wasn't that he didn't talk to his mother, they in fact had a very close relationship, more like friends rather than parent and child, afterall ever since his parents split, it had just been them. He just felt very guilty over his feelings, he was very happy with Lisa, they had a great relationship, he just couldn't get past the sex thing and he knew that that was kind of shitty and selfish. But maybe talking about it with someone, even his mother would help him to get over it, maybe she had some advice that would help move their relationship forward.
'Yeah it kinda is.'
'Did you guys have an argument or something?' She gently asked, internally breathing a sigh of relief after finally getting him going.
'No not really, we don't argue. Well not over big stuff anyway.' He said.
'Well what is it then? Did Jack and Sam say something? Do they not want you guys together anymore?'
'No, no, not at all. Jack and Sam are thrilled we're together really, its almost strange.' He chuckled.
'You're a good kid, if i had a daughter and she was with someone like you, I'd be pretty thrilled too.' she laughed along with him.
'Honey you're not really giving me much to go on here. And don't tell me its nothing because I've noticed you moping about here the last few weeks, you're spending more time in your room than usual, and it's starting to worry me. I figured you'd come to me in your own time like you always do, but to be honest I'm getting a little impatient and I just want to know what's going on with you.'
Ben nodded along apologetically, trying to muster up the courage to open up.
'It's a bit embarrassing and I'm scared you'll think I'm a bad person.' He finally said.
Katarina looked at him with her big green eyes, her heart breaking for him.
'Oh honey, I'd never think you were a bad person, you're my son and I love you. And there's no need to be embarrassed, we've had plenty of tough conversations and we've got through it. Like I always tell you, this right here,' she gestured at the space between them, 'is a no judgement zone.'
'I know mom, I know.' He took a deep breath and readied himself. 'It's the sex.'
'Okay, what about the sex?' She replied casually, as if asking him what he wanted for breakfast.
'It's not good.' He simply said.
'Oh honey,' she cood, 'that's the way with all couples as they're first starting out, you have to learn each other, these things take time.'
'I know that mom, I am being patient, and I'm trying to learn what she likes, but there's nothing.'
'What do you mean there's nothing?'
'She doesn't seem to like anything.' He explained awkwardly.
'Are you sure you're doing it right? You remember all the stuff I told you?'
'Yes mom, I remember.' He laughed. 'She just doesn't seem to like anything, nothing I do seems to get her going.'
'Nothing? Have you tried going down on her?' Katarina asked casually.
Ben laughed at her casual use of language, she'd always had a bit of a potty mouth which he enjoyed but he struggled to ignore the twinging reaction in his pants from those words coming out of his mothers mouth.
'Yep, tried that many a time.' He said looking away awkwardly.
Kat, recognising the awkwardness, reached over with a manicured hand, her engagement ring sparkling in the lamp light, and gripped his chin, turning his face towards her.
'Ben, look at me, we're grown ups, we can have a grown up conversation, there's nothing to be embarrassed about, I've heard it all before. I was young once too, you know?'
'Yeah, I guess so, it's just not a conversation I expected to be having with my mother.' He explained. 'And for the record, you're still young.'
'Oh there's that silver tongue I know and love.' She laughed. 'So what, you think she just doesn't like sex?'
He nodded in agreement.
'Maybe you guys need to try something new? Spice it up a little bit?'
'I've suggested it a few times but she just doesn't seem into it.'
'Interesting. Maybe she's asexual? Do you know if she masturbates?'
'I don't think so, she's never told me if she has.'
'Oh honey, that's a tough one. You guys are so good together, I don't want to see you break up.'
'I know mom, me neither, that's why I feel so guilty about it. Everything is amazing except the sex.'
'How often are you guys going at it?' She asked.
'Once or twice a month.' He told her.
She pulled a face in shock, her perfectly maintained eyebrows shooting upwards and her jaw dropping in disbelief.
'Oh honey.' She comforted him.
'And thats not all,' he continued,' when we do do it, I can't seem to get very...' he gestured with his fist.
'Hard?' She ventured.
He nodded in response.
'Do you get hard when you masturbate?' She asked delicately.
'Yes, but not all the time, its getting more difficult these days.'
'Do you watch porn?'
'Yeah, of course.' He confirmed.
'I can see why this has got you so down lately.' She said, placing a comforting hand on his knee. 'I want you to know that I completely understand and don't think you're a bad person for feeling this way. Anyone would.'
'Thanks mom, I just feel really selfish, I know it shouldn't be a big issue but to me it is.'
'Let me ask you this. Do you love Lisa?'
'I think so.' He mumbled.
'Do you want to break up with her?'
'God no.'
'Okay, then I think I know the answer to your problems.'
Ben looked up hopefully, his mother giving him a glimpse of the light at the end of the tunnel.
'You just need to get your satisfaction someplace else.'
'WHAT?' Ben exclaimed. 'You're telling me to cheat on Lisa?'
'Oh honey, no no no, you're misunderstanding me. You don't need to cheat on Lisa, you just need to get the pep back in your step, something to relight the fire. You don't have to cheat on her, you just need something thats going to excite you again.'
Ben gave her a look that said what the hell are you talking about.
'Look, I don't see the point of you and Lisa breaking up if everything is good but the sex, I know you don't want to break up. But at the end of the day you still need to get some satisfaction, and if you're struggling to give that to yourself at the moment, you need something thats going to turn up the heat.'
'Like what mom?'
'Well, what are you into? What are some of the things you wanted to try with Lisa that she wasn't into?'
'Are you asking me what my kinks are mom?' Ben asked bewildered.
'Yeah I guess I am.' Katarina responded, laughing.
'I can't exactly just reel them off for you. That's a bit much.'
'No I suppose not.' She paused for a second, thinking. 'What if I go grab a piece of paper and you write them down for me, a kink list if you will.' she chuckled. 'It doesn't have to be everything, and not necessarily the nitty gritty details, just the little things you know, the stuff that just makes you a little hot under the collar.'
'Yeah I guess I can do that.'
Ben took a deep breath, unsure of how to feel. He was confused, but excited at the same time, the idea of speaking about his fantasies with his mother sending a thrill through his body, the taboo of it all already reigniting the spark she had spoken of.
The sound of his mothers heels clicking against the hardwood floor brought him back to attention as she sat down with the piece of paper and pen and handed them to him.
Ben looked at her for assurance, checking with her that it was really okay to do this. She nodded back at him and he started to write.
He had no idea what his mother was going to do with this information once she had it, so he settled on writing the small things that turned him on. Nothing physical, just everyday things that he liked. Once he was finished he folded the paper in half and handed it back to her.
Kat read the list, her perfect eyebrows raising as she got further down and her plump lips curving into a mischievous smirk.
'My my my, you do know what you like, don't you.' she teased.
'You asked for it.' He replied, trying not to get embarrassed.
'I know honey, this is a good start.'
'These are oddly specific aren't they?' She said to him with a smirk. Her eyes widened as she got further down the list. 'I can't help but notice that a few of these things I have on now.'
Ben gingerly nodded in response.
'Boots and heels, wedding rings, long nails.' Each word that came out of her lips was both painfully embarrassing but deliciously sexy, Ben didn't know how to feel. 'Dirty talking too? Hm?' She asked as she got to the last thing on his list.
'Yeah, Lisa doesn't really do it, but I love it.'
'Good to know.' she mused. 'I've got to say. This is an interesting list you've given me, but this can't be it, can it?'
'There's more, but thats all about all I can bring myself to admit right now to be honest mom. I know we're close but I'm not quite ready to share my deepest darkest dirtiest fantasies.'
'That's fair enough,' she laughed, 'and this is enough for us to start with anyway. We can get to the rest later.'
'What do you mean it's enough for us to start with mom? What are you gonna do with the things I've told you? You're not gonna tell anyone are you?'
'Thats for me to know and for you to find out.' Kat replied, enjoying seeing her son squirm on the couch. 'Now off to bed with you, you've had a long day and you've got school tomorrow.'
'Yeah, its getting pretty late, you should head to bed too, you have work tomorrow as well.' Ben sighed, both glad and disappointed that the conversation was over.
'Yeah, I'll head up soon, i've just got a couple things to do first though.' Kat told him, crossing her legs and letting one heel dangle from her feet.
'Goodnight mom.'
'Night honey.'
~
Ben woke up to the sound of his mothers voice calling him down for breakfast. He hadn't gotten much sleep the night before, his head reeling from their conversation. He'd replayed her words in his head over and over, the way her lips formed as she'd read the first three things on his kink list out loud to him. He'd been tossing and turning all night, torn between embarrassment and arousal, wondering what she was going to do with the list. Would she be sat in bed laughing at it? Would she show her friends at work what a freak her son was? Would she sign him up for therapy and never speak to him ever again?
Of course Ben knew that the answer to all of those questions were an absolute no, his mom was the kindest, most open soul he knew and she would never react like that to him. But when he bore his innermost thoughts in the form of the kink list, his mind couldn't help but wonder.
He made his way downstairs, the sweet smell of bacon clearing his grogginess. He stepped into the kitchen and slumped down at the table.
'Morning mom.'
'Morning sweety, how did you sleep?' Kat replied.
Ben instantly noticed something different in the tone of her voice and looked up towards her. What he was greeted with absolutely floored him, and any residue of sleep that he had walking into the kitchen completely evaporated at the sight of his mom.
The first thing he noticed was that she had worn her hair differently than she usually did. It was tied up in a flowing ponytail that cascaded down the back of her neck but left her fringe untouched with two strands of her hair flowing down her face framing it perfectly. On her ears were two large silver hoop earrings, the size of which he'd never seen before. On anyone else they'd look trashy but on his mother they looked unreal, they glinted in the morning sunlight that shone through the kitchen window. The reflections off her earrings and her wedding ring bounced off the walls, making it look like there was a disco ball in the middle of the room.
She was dressed in a black morning robe that stopped just before her mid thigh, it looked to be made of silk and Ben was sure that it cost more than most of his entire wardrobe put together. The robe was loosely tied around her waist, covering her enormous bust, but giving the illusion that at any moment it could fall open and expose everything. She looked magnificent. Ben was struggling to understand how she could look that good in a single piece of clothing. He'd always questioned why his mother had never pursued a career in modelling and seeing her in that robe made him double down on his questioning, she'd have had every woman across the country buying that robe if they saw how good she made it look.
The last thing he noticed but was by far the thing that drew most of his attention was what she had on her feet. She was wearing black patent PVC knee high boots. They hugged her legs perfectly, complimenting the shapes of her calves. Like her hoop earrings, the patent material of the PVC shined in the morning sunlight, capturing Ben's attention, and gave her an ethereal look as she moved about the kitchen.
Ben wondered where the outfit had come from, he'd seen the robe many a time in the mornings but never the boots or the earrings. He would have remembered it if he had, he would have taken a mental screenshot as he was doing now, and saved it for late night viewing.
It was safe to say that Ben was hard. Hard like he'd never been before. He wanted nothing more than to get up from the table, rush to his bedroom and pump out a load as fast as he could. Hell, he'd even take the bathroom if it was closer. The only thing stopping him was how obvious his erection would be as soon as he stood up from the table, that, and curiosity. Curiosity as to why his mother was wearing that outfit now of all times.
She had to be wearing it for him. The robe could be explained; perhaps she was slightly behind in getting ready this morning and just threw the robe on to go make breakfast. But the earrings and the boots, there was no explanation for them. The earrings and the boots definitely weren't work appropriate, with the hoops being so large and the boots making her look like sex on legs. And even if they were, it wouldn't make sense for his mother to put the boots on to come downstairs, make breakfast, then go back upstairs only to take them off to get ready for work. Therefore, the ensemble had to be for him, and he couldn't have been any more appreciative.
'Ben, honey.' Kat called to her son with a knowing smirk, pulling him out of his reverie.
Ben stuttered and fluttered, realising for the first time that his mother had been talking to him while he had been busy ogling her.
She walked over to him, swaying her hips, her boots making that click clacking noise on the floor that he heard in his dreams. She bent down at the waist in front of him, giving him a teasing view down her robe.
'Something wrong honey? You seem awfully distracted this morning?' She said evilly, knowing exactly what she was doing to him.
'No, no. I'm okay. I was just surprised by your getup this morning.' Ben replied, gesturing at her outfit. 'You look nice. Are they new?'
'Which part? My big hoop earrings?' she said, enunciating the word big. 'Or my boots? Do you like them?' She said teasingly.
Ben breathed heavily, trying to keep his hormones in check. He wanted nothing more than to stand up from the table, rip his mothers robe off and have his way with her. But he knew that would be wrong. She was his mother and he had a girlfriend.
'You know I like them mom. I like them a bit too much.' He chuckled.
'I thought you might.' She said with a satisfied smile. 'I haven't worn these earrings in AGES. Not since college. I'd forgotten how they made me feel.'
'What were you like in college mom?' Ben asked.
It gave Kat pause, casting her mind back to her college days, all the wild parties she'd been to, all the boyfriends and not boyfriends she'd spent time with.
'Wild, to say the least.'
'Wild how?'
'That is a story for another time.' Kat told him.
Realising that that was the end to that subject, Ben swung the conversation back around to her hoop earrings, after all, he couldn't take his eyes of them.
'You never did say how those earrings make you feel?'
Kat leant down to whisper in her son's ear.
'... slutty.'
Ben groaned. That single word coming from his mothers mouth sent a rush through him, emboldening his next words.
'Well you certainly look how you feel.'
Realising what he'd just said, Ben mentally kicked himself and hoped to dear god that his mother didn't take offence. His prayers were answered when instead of berating him, she looked at him up and down, like a piece of meat, somehow pleased by his words. He suddenly felt sorry for all the other lawyers that had to go up against her in court, she had a gaze that would make you crumble in an instant and do whatever she wanted. But as soon as the look was there, it was gone, switching back to her motherly self.
'Eat, before it gets cold honey, you've got a longggg day ahead of you.' His mother told him, gesturing at the plate of food in front of him.
She gave a satisfied smile when he tucked into his breakfast, the kind of smile all mothers have when they've done something for their children and can see that it was being appreciated. A smile of love. It only served to confuse Ben even more, one minute she was being the doting mother who asked how he slept and made him breakfast, the next she was the walking pornstar who's only thought seemed to be how she could make him break the table from underneath.
Ben's confusion was enhanced when she stepped over to the fridge, picked up a pen and started crossing something off. He took a break from staring at his mothers boots and eating his breakfast, to take a closer look at what she was crossing off. It was his kink list.
Right at the top where he'd written the night before was a tick next to 'Big Hoop Earrings' and 'Boots'. Ben was shell shocked, his mouth hung open, a piece of bacon falling from his mouth back onto his plate. Why was his kink list stuck to the front of the fridge? Out in the open for the whole world to see? And why was his mother checking things off it? Like it was a grocery list, or points she was going through with a client.
Could it be?
Was his mother performing his kink list for him?
He didn't think it was a coincidence that she just happened to be wearing two things that he'd written on his list the night before, but he didn't think that she'd go through it like it was a check list.
A shot of excitement raced through him at the thought of his mother acting out the other things on his list and he kicked himself for not writing more. It was a very real possibility now. He wondered if she'd go through with it all, even though he could have written more, some of the things he'd put on his list were still pretty racy.
'All done?' Kat asked, turning back round from the fridge and looking at his breakfast.
'Yeah, thank you mom. That was great.'
'You're welcome sweetie. Anything for you.'
'Anything?' Ben repeated.
'Anything.' She confirmed. Shooting him a look that made his toes curl. 'Why don't you head on up and get ready for school? I've taken the day off work today, they can do without me for 24 hours and I've got a few things to do today.'
'Oh? Do tell?' Ben asked.
'Nuh uh uh. It's a surprise.'
He sucked in a deep breath, wondering what she had in store for him.
'Go on, go get ready.' She told him, shooing in the direction of the stairs.
Ben panicked. He couldn't get up now. His hardon was too obvious, and gone was the courage he had when he told his mother how slutty she looked.
'What's wrong honey?' Kat asked, giving him a knowing look. 'Is there a reason you can't get up now?'
She walked slowly round the kitchen, her hips sashaying and her heels clicking on the floor. She came to a stop directly behind Ben and placed her hands on his shoulders, the band of her wedding ring, digging into his flesh. He almost let out a groan. She leaned down to his ear and whispered. Her breath sending shivers up and down his neck.
'Are you hard right now?' She asked.
The groan he'd been holding back was released, and he could feel his mothers lips curl up into a sexy smirk as her suspicions were confirmed.
'Has mommy's big hoop earrings and boots made your cock hard honey?'
She had him right where she wanted him. Pinned down with no escape. Fully at her mercy.
He nodded in defeat.
'Or is it my wedding ring? You've been staring at it all morning. Is that what's got you throbbing for me? Picturing it wrapped tight around your hard fucking cock?'
'Mom...' Ben rasped.
'What is it honey? You were the one that told me all this? This is what you're into, no? You wanted that fire back. Well look down.'
They both looked down at Ben's lap to see the straining outline of his bulge. It was twitching in his pants. Ready to go off at any moment.
'I think that fire is back baby.' She whispered, her words dripping sex. 'Now go upstairs, pull down those pants, and jerk that hard fucking cock for mommy, thinking about her dressed up in her sexy shiny boots and slutty hoop earrings, all for you. You think you can do that for me honey?'
Ben turned around in his chair and looked his mother in the eyes. What he saw was pure unadulterated lust, and he was sure that it was reflected back at her from his eyes too.
'I can do that... mommy.' He responded.
She smiled that sexy smirk he was only just getting used to, and released him.
'Be quick, school starts in half an hour.'
She watched as Ben quickly got up, rushed up the stairs, and heard his bedroom door slam shut.
With a shake of her hips she strutted back over to the fridge, loving the way her boots hugged her calves so tightly, and picked the pen back up. She scanned down the list her son had made and with that same sexy smirk that was now becoming everpresent in the Camberwell house, she added one more tick. Right at the bottom, next to 'Dirty Talk'Ben couldn't keep his mind of his mother. In class he couldn't focus and was called out several times for questions he didn't have the answers to. He was usually a good student, not necessarily the top of his class but he was by no means an idiot. But today thats what he felt like. It wasn't his fault though, who else in their right mind would even want to think about trigonometry or the battle of agincourt if they instead had the option of thinking about Katarina Camberwell. Let alone Katarina Camberwell in their own personal fantasy outfit.
He pondered over the sudden shift in his moms personality. Sure he had been having relationship problems with Lisa, and yes it was really affecting him, but he'd never expected his mother to take things into her own hands like she had. And even more, he never expected it to have the effect that it was having on him. He'd always found his mother attractive, dark hair, green eyes, large tits, curvy ass, what wasn't to love, but it was the sheer sexuality and sensuality that he found himself daydreaming over as he sat in class. The words that had escaped her lips as he was sat at the breakfast table, her ordering him to go upstairs and jerk off, over her of all things. He could hardly believe it.
But who was he to look a gift horse in the mouth? He mentally chastised himself for acting so unsure of himself at breakfast that morning. He wondered what his mother thought of him, did she find it cute that he was so shy, or was she waiting for him to take charge and play a more active role in whatever it was they were doing?
Either way, he resolved himself to roll with the punches. Whatever happened, he would go with it, after all, she was his mother, she only wanted the best for him, and he trusted her.
'Do you want to come over after school today?' Lisa asked him, as they sat together at lunch, picking through the sorry excuse for food that they'd gotten from the school canteen.
'Sorry, I can't, my mom says I'm spending too much time out lately and wants me home straight after school today.' Ben lied, thinking of the first excuse he could.
He wasn't in the habit of lying to his girlfriend. Well, only when it came to the bad sex they were having, or not having, but that was only so he didn't hurt her feelings. Generally the two told each other everything. But for some reason, Ben really didn't want to share with her what happened that morning. Not because he thought she'd be angry, or judge him (which she probably would anyway), but because he wanted to keep what happened between his mother and him to himself. By the looks of it, he had a good thing going and he didn't want to jinx it.
'Well I could come over to yours then? I haven't seen your mom in a while?' Lisa asked.
Just then, Ben felt a buzz in his pocket. He reached down for his phone, pulled it out and saw it was a text message from his mom.
K: What's your favourite colour? xx
B: Black? Why? Xx
K: Just wondering ;) xx
'Ben, BEN. I'm talking to you?'
'Oh, sorry my mom text.' Ben responded.
'What did she say?' Lisa asked, leaning over to have a look at his phone, which he quickly locked and put back into his pocket.
He had nothing to hide, it was a seemingly innocent conversation, but given the events of that morning he knew that it could take a turn at any point and he did not want Lisa to see that.
'So, can I come over tonight?' Lisa asked again.
'No sorry, I think my mom wants it to just be the two of us tonight. Another time?'
Lisa looked disappointed, and it broke Ben's heart, but his curiosity to see what his mother had in store for him that evening outweighed the heartbreak.
'Yeah, for sure, raincheck.'
~
Ben's phone buzzed again. He was sat in the back of his biology class with the lights down as they watched a pointless video about mitochondria, the powerhouse of the cell.
He subtly reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone, making sure the brightness was down before opening the new message from his mother.
K: Black right? xx
B:Yes, black. Why is my favourite colour so important? xx
K: I just wanted to make sure that you knew these were for you ;) xx
The next message that came through was a photo. Not just any photo though, a photo that almost made Ben drop his phone in the middle of class.
It was a shot of Kat's hand gripping the steering wheel of her BMW, her wedding ring on full display and showing off what seemed to be her brand new black, two inch long acrylic nails.
B: Oh
B: My
B: God
Ben was finding it hard to breathe. He had no idea why, and to be honest he himself even thought it was a bit weird, but he had an obsession with hands and nails, particularly the fake nails that currently adorned his mothers long slender fingers. There was something just unbelievably sexy about them. Particularly seeing his mothers new nails which she'd apparently got done specially for him, left him short of breathe.
K: You like? ;) xx
B: I love xx
K: What are you doing right now? xx
B: Sat in class, what about you? xx
K: Just at the grocery store, almost finished now. What class are you in? xx
B: Biology xx
K: Biology? See, a good mother would tell you to get off your phone and focus since you're failing biology xx
K: Lucky for you im not a good mother ;) xx
B: If you're not a good mother, what are you then? xx
Ben liked where the conversation was going. He quickly looked up from his phone to check that no one had spotted him. Everyone was either also on their phones, asleep at their desks, or thoroughly engrossed in the video. Even Mr Schumacker, his biology teacher, seemed to be dozing off in his chair.
K: A bad bad mommy xx
B: Mmm you bet your sexy ass you are xx
K: Oh you think my ass is sexy do you? xx
B: I think all of you is sexy xx
Ben wasn't sure where his newfound confidence had come from. Maybe from his new resolve to go along with whatever happened, or maybe it was just the fact that they were speaking over text, it was much easier to deal with her sexiness if she wasn't actually in front of him.
K: You naughty boy, good boys shouldn't say things like that to their mommies xx
B: Well mommies shouldn't dress up in boots, slutty hoop earrings and send photos of their nails trying to get their son hard, should they? ;) xx
The next message that came through was also another photo. But this time instead of just being his mothers hands it was a selfie. The big silver hoops were back and Kat had one nail on her lips which were curled into a deliciously seductive smile.
K: Are you hard yet? xx
B: How could I not be xx
K: Hehehe I love how easy it is to turn you on. All I have to do is put on a pair of earrings and show you my nails and you're solid as a rock. Poor little Lisa couldn't even do that after months of dating you xx
At the mention of Lisa, Ben had a shock of reality. He came to the realization that he was pretty much sexting his mother, which was in a sense cheating. But contrary to his inherent beliefs, he wasn't feeling all that bad about it. Sure there was a little guilt, but he hadn't really done anything. It was just a bit of talking. It wasn't like he was sleeping with his mother, now that would be actual cheating.
B: What can I say? You're one of a kind mom xx
K: You haven't seen anything yet ;) xx
K: One question though, and no judgement. Why nails? xx
Ben thought it was about time to up the ante.
B: I just think they'd look great wrapped around my cock ;) xx
K: Oh my, that just sent a little tingle through my clit xx
B: Imagine how I feel xx
K: Now that I think about it now though, my hands and nails would look pretty hot wrapped around your cock xx
B: You're killing me here xx
K: Awww is my baby boy all hard for mommy at his desk? xx
B: You know I am xx
There was a pause in the messages for a second and Ben looked back up again to check around him. He locked eyes with Lisa across the classroom who gave him a strange look. He shot back his best reassuring smile but quickly went back to his phone when it buzzed again.
K: Show me xx
It seemed it was now his mothers turn to up the ante.
B: WHAT? Just pull my dick out in the middle of the classroom and send you a pic? Are you crazy? xx
K: I never said that. You're a smart boy, you can figure out a way. Unless you're too scared ;) xx
Realising that it was now or never, and never being one to back down from a challenge, Ben got up from his seat, told Mr Schumacher that he was going to the bathroom and disappeared out into the hallway, casting a quick glance back at Lisa who was again giving him that strange look.
He rushed down to the bathroom, thanking his lucky stars it was empty, pushed his way into a cubicle and locked the door behind him. He opened his phone back up and flicked through the photos his mother had sent him. He couldn't think straight, everything about them turned him on. The black long nails that he knew his mother had gotten just for him, the big hoop earrings, her wedding ring her plump sexy lips, the smoky look in her eyes.
He unclasped his belt and zipped down his jeans. He'd never done anything like this with Lisa, sexting was never on the table, let alone nudes. He'd tried to initiate it a couple times, but as usual he got nothing back, her telling him how she just wasn't interested in it. But now he couldn't believe what he was doing, he was going to send a dick pic to his mother of all people. He should have been disgusted with himself, but somehow the fact that it was his mother of all people just made it hotter to him.
Now with his manhood standing in all its glory in the school bathroom toilet, he snapped a quick shot, checking it to see if the angle was good enough, and with baited breath sent the image over to his mother.
K: Mmm impressive. Yeah, that would definitely look hot with my nails wrapped around it xx
B: Show me them again xx
K: Why? You gonna start jerking that big cock in the bathroom? xx
B: Maybe... xx
K: You naughty boy, who knew I raised such a devient xx
K: Okay, one more and then I've got to drive home xx
If Ben thought the first two pictures were hot, the third one put them both to shame. It was taken like a selfie again, but this time she had a cucumber in her hand, wrapped tight around it showing off her nails and her ring. The cucumber was lifted up to her mouth and she had her tongue out about to touch the tip of it.
A million thoughts raced through Ben's brain, ninety percent of those thoughts were of replacing the cucumber with his dick, the other ten percent questioned why she had bought a cucumber in the first place when she knew that neither of them liked cucumber. But then again as he told himself for the tenth time that day, you don't look a gift horse in the
mouth.
K: Try not to make a mess ;) xx
Ben lost it within two strokes. His knees buckled and he struggled to contain his groan as electricity pulsed through his cock. Hot sticky cum flew up his dick and deposited itself on the wall of the bathroom stall. He stood there breathing heavily for a minute, trying to regain his bearings before grabbing some tissue and wiping up his jism and dropping it into the toilet. Yes it wasn't the classiest place to jerk off, but the bathroom stalls had seen much worse than his cum.
Just then his phone buzzed once more in his hand. He rushed to open the message, expecting another filthy text from his mother only to see that it was from Lisa.
Lisa: Where are you? Class is almost over!!
Realising the time, and just how long he'd spent in the toilet sexting his mother, Ben quickly put his clothes back together and rushed out of the toilet. Sending a text to Lisa that he was on his way back. He only hoped that she didn't ask too many questions when he did get back.
~
Ben rushed out of school as soon as the bell chimed signalling the end of the day. He felt guilty about not saying goodbye to Lisa, but he was on a mission, the only thing on his mind was getting home and seeing what his mother had in store for him next.
By his count, she'd checked off five maybe six of the things on his kink list and the only two that were left were a bit more on the risqué side. Even more so than the others that he'd written. By the way things were going he hoped and prayed that his mother would continue down the kink list, but he wouldn't have been surprised if she stopped at what she'd already done today. They were mother and son after all and some lines aren't supposed to be crossed.
When he got in through the front door he was sweating. He'd never made it home so quick before, he'd almost run a red light but stopped himself knowing that there would definitely be no more kinky antics if he wound himself up in the hospital.
'Mom? You home?' He called out to her, eager to see her new nails in person.
'In here honey.' She replied in her usual motherly tone, letting him know she was at her desk in the office.
He stopped at the doorframe to her office, knowing he wasn't allowed inside and leant against it, still breathing heavy from his hurried journey home. She was studying something intently on her computer, her face awashed in a blue light as her eyes danced along the screen. Unfortunately for Ben, he could see she'd taken off her earrings and the rest of her body was hidden behind the desk. She was still a sight to behold, his mother being one of the most beautiful women he'd ever seen, but the earlier spark of excitement from all his personal little kinks was lacking.
Noticing his presence she looked up from her screen and screwed her face up in disapproval.
'What happened did you run home??' She asked half amused half in disbelief at the state of her son. 'Honey you smell, go take a shower, you've got some time before dinner is ready.' She told him.
'But mom, I thought we'd,' not quite sure what he was asking, Ben paused there, searching for the right word, 'talk.'
Seeing the excitement behind her sons eyes and hearing it in his voice, Kat couldn't help but let out a smirk and a laugh.
'There's plenty of time to ... talk, after dinner. Now go get washed up. I wasn't kidding, you really do stink.'
She dismissed him and went back to what she was doing on her computer.
Ben trudged upstairs disappointed. Despite having blown his load in the school bathroom, he'd marched through the door with a semi that he was expecting to make a full recovery. But it seemed that some light after school debauchery with his mother was not on the cards.
Ah well, we'll see what happens after dinner.
~
A couple hours later, showered and dressed, Ben made his way downstairs to the dining room, after hearing his mom's call. He sat down for dinner and waited for Kat to join him. His mother had always taught him that it was rude to start eating before anyone else and he was nothing of not polite.
The click click click of his mother's heels alerted him to her presence as she sat down across from him. The first thing he noticed was that the earrings were back. Well not quite. They were the same silver, but somehow these ones were even bigger, by at least an inch or two if he wasn't mistaken. Probably looking trashy on anyone but his mother, Kat worked them, sending bolts of lightning straight down to Ben's crotch.
Noticing his eyes glued to her earrings Kat smirked, knowing what she was doing to him and loving the power she had over him. To think that she could make him as hard as a brick with just a couple accessories and a twitch of her lips had her dripping at the table. But she wouldn't let him know that, she was quite comfortable with the power dynamic and she was happy to keep it that way.
'So how was school?' She asked mischievously. Knowing exactly what school was like for him.
Taking the high road Ben replied nonchalantly hoping to tease his mother.
'Ah you know, same old same old, nothing really happened.'
'Oh really?' Kat said, her eyebrows twitching at his response. 'Nothing happened? No girls catch your attention?' She raised her hand and tapped one of her new acrylic black nails against her chin, drawing his attention.
'I wouldn't exactly say girls, mom.' He replied, his breath growing short as he realised what his mother was doing.
'What would you say then hmm?'
'Woman. Singular.' Ben said, looking her dead in the eyes with an intensity that sent flushes down her skin.
Kat nodded at his response, satisfied.
'What about you mom? How was your day? Went shopping I see.' Ben asked, gesturing at her nails and hoops.
'I did. You like them.' It wasn't a question. They both knew how much Ben liked them.
'Get anything else?' Ben asked hungrily. That hunger having nothing to do with the food in front of him.
She flicked her long black hair with one hand over the back of her shoulder showing off one ear and the true size of the silver hoop dangling from it.
'One or two bits, you know how much a woman loves her shopping. 'Speaking of, does Lisa like shopping? Maybe she and I can go one day, you know, a little mother and son's girlfriend bonding day or something.' Kat teased, the mischievous smile on her face once more.
It was a shock hearing his girlfriend's name come out of his mother's mouth, especially within the context of what was happening, but the usual pang of guilt Ben would feel, surprisingly wasn't there, instead there was an undercurrent of wrongness that was intertwined tightly with excitement. The thought that his mother knew he loved his girlfriend but was actively trying to turn him on anyway, was so deliciously sinful that it sent shockwaves of pleasure through his cock trapped in his jeans.
'I could maybe give her some advice, especially considering now I know what you like.' Kat drawled, an air of superiority in her voice that somehow suited her.
An image of his mother and Lisa walking out of a shop in knee high boots, tight leather skirts, silk blouses and big hoop earrings shot into his mind. It somehow made him cringe and incredibly turned on at the same time. The thought of his mother dressing up his girlfriend like her own little barbie to go home and turn on her son. It was so wrong, but so hot. But Lisa wasn't built like his mother, in fact their body shapes couldn't have been more different.
'I don't quite think Lisa could pull off the clothes you do mom.'
Kat sighed.
'Not even the hoops?' she asked him teasingly.
'She's a bit too conservative for them I think.' Ben laughed.
'I suppose she would be considering that she's never even sexted her boyfriend before.' Kat laughed. 'How was I actually? I haven't sent any messages like that in a long time and I was afraid I'd be a bit rusty.'
'Well if your intention was to relight my fire, as you so eloquently put it, then consider my fire relit.'
'Oh is it now? So what are you saying? We don't need to try out the rest of your kink list?' Kat said, raising an eyebrow.
Ben glanced over at the piece of paper on the fridge, noting the two lines left without ticks next to them. CFNM and JOI, that was all that was left to go. His two favourite porn categories. The thought of losing the opportunity to live those fantasies out sent a bolt of fear through him and he quickly backtracked.
'I didn't say that. My fire is relit that's true, but I think it can be more... lit.' Ben said, both cursing and laughing at himself for how stupid he sounded.
'Hmm, that's what I thought.' Kat replied with a wink. 'CFNM and JOI, I had to google what they both meant, they weren't really a thing when I was younger, but I've got to say, you really are a kinky boy.'
Ben only blushed in response.
'Clothed female, naked male, jerk off instructions.' The words dripped out of her mouth like pure sin. 'So you want me to stand over you in my outfit and tell you exactly how I want you to stroke your cock? Is that what you want Ben?'Ben's breathing became hard and he let out a whimper, his cock was so hard it was almost painful.
'Yyyes.' He finally got out.
At this point, dinner was completely forgotten. The sexual tension was so thick in the air that Ben could almost reach out and touch it.
'One more question, based off of my bit of research. I could be wrong here, but considering your love for latex, heels and what I now know to be CFNM and JOI. Are you a submissive Ben?' Kat asked, a gleam in her eye like that of a predator stalking their prey.
Ben blushed deep, he would have never admitted it to himself, but as his mother asked him the question he couldn't help but look into the deepest parts of his psyche and sexuality and answer honestly.
'Yes I think I am.'
Kat let out a purr in approval.
'Perfect.' She said.
Ben gulped.
'So here's what's going to happen. You,' she raised a finger pointing her deliciously long black acrylic nail at him, 'are going to wash up from dinner, then you're going to go in the living room, strip down until you're completely naked, and wait on the couch for me. Under no circumstances are you to touch your cock without my say so. Understood?'
'Yes.'
'Yes what?'
'Yes...' Ben paused, not sure what she was looking for, but looking into her eyes and seeing the raw excitement that they held, the answer came to him. 'Mommy.'
'Good boy.' Kat said with a smile.
She got up from the table and tucked her chair in. Her heels clicked on the floor as she walked away.
'Chop chop, don't keep me waiting.'
~
Ben sat on the couch, stark naked, his dick soft against his thigh while waiting for his mother. He'd done exactly as she'd asked, it was probably the fastest he'd ever washed the dishes. But that prior excitement had been replaced by nerves as the reality of the fact his mother would soon be right in front of him seeing him in all his glory.
Twenty minutes or so went by and Ben was a world of thoughts. He'd thought about backing out, pulling his underwear back on and going up to his room, staying truly faithful to Lisa. But the temptation was too much, and besides, he'd already done enough with his mother. In for a penny in for a pound as they say.
The familiar sound of heels on the floor alerted him to his mothers approach. A few years ago when they'd had the floors redone he had questioned why the entire downstairs had to be wood floor and not carpet, it would be so cold in the winter. But the sound of her heels on the floor more than made up for those cold winters as it sent shivers through his body.
The clicking drew closer and then stopped as Kat stood in the doorway, lent up against the frame. Ben drew his attention towards her and for the umpteenth time today he had to pick his jaw back off the floor.
He started at her feet, clad once again in the black latex knee high boots she'd worn that morning, hugging skin tight and showing off her perfectly sculpted legs. His eyes roved to the dress she wore, again black latex and skin tight, the neckline delved low, showing off an enormous amount of inviting cleavage, and the shiny material of the latex worked to contrast against her skin perfectly. Ben almost had to wipe the drool from his mouth. She had her hair back up in a ponytail, slicked back tight so her full face was on display. She's gone quite heavy with her makeup, deep eyeshadow and a good layer of foundation, her lips were painted ruby red and held that trademark smirk that he'd come to only associate with kink. She had the same large silver hoop earrings that hung down towards her shoulders and swayed gently in place.
She stood exuding an aura of pure sexuality. Looking absolutely fierce, and from the look in her eyes, was feeling it too. She stood with one hand behind her back, hiding something from Ben's view, but her other hand she had on her hip. Her sexy black nails almost blending in with the latex dress, and her old wedding ring on display, glinting in the light as usual.
'Worth the wait?' She asked, stepping into the room to tower directly over Ben.
Ben, speechless, could only nod in response.
'What's wrong?' Kat teased, 'Mommy got your tongue?'
'You look, you look... incredible.' He spluttered.
'Aww thank you sweetie, it's all for you you know.' She said, posing for him.
At this, Ben's cock perked right up, growing to his full eight inches and standing on display for his mother.
'Oh my.' Kat feigned innocence, noticing Ben's growing erection. 'Little ol me did all that.'
He nodded in response, all nerves having dissipated from his system as soon as he saw his mother in the outfit.
'What's behind your back? It's not a cage is it? I know I said I'm submissive, but not like that.' Ben laughed nervously.
Kat laughed along with him.
'Oh god no honey, I'd never cage up that beautiful thing.' She told him. 'I doubt it would even fit in one.' She said quieter, more musing to herself.
Breathing a sigh of relief, Ben sat back on the couch, waiting for his mother's reveal.
She finally took her hand from behind her back to reveal a large black dildo and a bottle of lube. It was the same shade of black as her dress and boots and worked to complete the outfit perfectly.
At his estimate it was at least ten inches long, just a bit thicker than him, but quite clearly the biggest dildo he's ever seen. Albeit his experience with dildo's was rather limited, having only ever seen a small 5incher which he'd experimented with once or twice before throwing it away.
'Is that what you went shopping for today?' Ben asked, curious where the humongous dildo had come from.
'Oh this?' Kat waved the dildo in the air, its weight making it flop from side to side. 'No I've had this one for a while.' She blushed at that, the first time she'd shown any sort of embarrassment since their whole ordeal started.
Ben looked at her shocked, trying to imagine the big black dildo fitting inside her. A rather sexy image now that he thought about it.
'What can I say? I like them big.' Kay said, the sexy confidence instantly back in place, as she looked down at his cock and gave him a wink.
'Now, you wanna get started or do you wanna talk about my big black dildo all day?' She teased.
Relenting, Ben spread his thighs showing off more of his dick to his mom. He's always liked the idea of being watched, and now he was not only gonna be watched as he jerked off, he'd be coached through it, by his bombshell of a mother no less.
'Now sit back and relax, baby, mommy will tell you what to do.'
She walked over to him and unstoppered the bottle of lube, leant down and drizzled some straight onto the head of his dick.
'Rub that in baby, get that cock nice and wet for mommy.
Ben did as she bade, rubbing the lube into his dick and giving it a couple strokes for good measure.
'That's a good boy.'
She stepped back so he could once again see all of her, and lifted the lube up to her dildo and squirted some along the shaft. She dropped the lube by her feet and began rubbing the plastic cock.
'Now I want you to start by gripping the base.' She told him, doing the same with her dildo. 'And slowly stroke up,' she stroked up, 'and down.'
Ben let out a groan as he started jerking off in front of his mom. His eyes were glued to her hands wrapped around the big black dildo, he was right, those nails did look incredible wrapped around a cock, and that wedding ring too. He just wished it was his cock.
'Now I want you to go a bit faster for me. Can you handle that baby? Can you do that for mommy?'
He moaned and nodded.
'Does that feel good baby? Do you like stroking your cock in front of mommy while she's all dressed up for you?'
He nodded again, lost in the stroking.
'Now focus on the head, work that dick baby, stroke it for me.'
Ben couldn't believe the words coming out of her mouth, it was pure filth and he was loving every second of it.
'What's your favourite part of my outfit baby?' She asked him, loving the power she held at that moment. 'Is it my boots? My long sexy heeled boots? You like the way they hug my legs? Or is it my dress? I bought this today you know, I had no idea real latex was so expensive, but luckily it fits like a glove, and as soon as I saw it I just knew it would have that big cock leaking for me like it is right now.'
Kat started stroking her dildo faster, making Ben match her pace, she watched his toes curl up in pleasure and knew he was getting close.
'Does that feel good baby? Are you getting close?'
'Yes mommy, I'm so close.'
'Already baby? It's only been a few minutes. Does your mommy turn you on so much that you want to blow your load that quickly? I bet Lisa can't make you cum this quick, can she?'
'Oh fuck.' Ben groaned, her words tripling the pleasure he was feeling.
'Oh you like that do you? You like knowing that it's me that's got your balls boiling, your cock on the edge of explosion, not your flat chested prissy little girlfriend?'
'Mom... stop.'
'That's mommy to you, or do you want me to make you stop stroking?' Kat said, revelling in her power over her son.
'Mommy.'
'Do you think Lisa would ever dress up like this for you? Get her nails done so you can fantasise about them wrapped around your big throbbing cock? Do you think she'd wear biiiiig slutty hoops for you and make you think about what they'd look like while I'm choking on your dick?'
That sent an image into Ben's brain that almost sent him over the edge, but he was holding on for dear life, trying to prolong his release for as long as possible, who knew how long it would be before he had an opportunity like this again?
'Do you think Lisa would stroke a big shiny ten inch BBC for you?'
Ben shook his head.
'No I don't think so either. I think she'd be terrified of it. Not us though, not me and you. You and I are cut from the same cloth, we love this kind of fucked up shit. It's like ambrosia to us, we're addicted to this kind of shit.'
It wouldn't be long before Ben completely lost it.
'Look at it.' Kat ordered him. 'Look at my perfect hand and my perfect nails and my sexy fucking wedding ring stroking this big beautiful dick. I can see how hard it makes you.'
Ben did as she asked, stroking harder and harder, he couldn't stop even if he tried. He loved being told what to do, his mothers voice was like a drug to him, he would do whatever she wanted at that point.
'Now, before the grand finale and you spray that massive load, is there anything you'd like to tell me?' She asked.
'What do you mean?' Ben replied, breathing heavy.
'You're close but not quite there yet, what's the one thing that'll make you shoot like a geyser? What else is on your kink list?'
Ben hesitated for a moment, but realising how close he was he decided to go for broke and truly live out this once in a lifetime opportunity.
'Call me names.' He relented.
Kat's eyes lit up with renewed surprise and mischief, not expecting the words that came out of her son's mouth but revelling in them all the same.
She laughed, deep, from her belly, the sound both slightly humiliating but incredibly sexy.
'Oh I see.' She exclaimed. 'You really are a submissive.' She paused for a second. 'Or should I say a submissive little slut.'
Ben moaned at her words, picking up the pace with his stroking, teetering on the edge of explosion, it would be any second now that his balls would release their pent up frustration.
'Look at you moaning like a little bitch for me while you jerk that big fucking cock.' Kat moaned herself, stroking her own dildo. 'Do you know how dirty, how perverted this is? My own son sat in front of me, completely naked, pumping up and down like some possessed little whore, begging me to call him names.'
'I love it mommy.' Ben said, his eyes rolling to the back of his head, getting lost in his mom's words.
'I know you do, because you're a dirty... little.. fucking... slut.' She told him, enunciating each word. 'Just like your mom.'
Ben's whole face lit up at the revelation, and it set him off.
'That's a good little whore for mommy.' She said with a satisfied smirk. 'Now cum for me.'
And so he did, the hardest cum of his entire life, his entire body shook at the release. Shot after shot after shot flew up in the air, covering his torso, his feet and the floor.
Kat watched in awe as he shot the biggest load she'd ever seen in her life. Both astounded and proud at her handiwork. He seemed to go on for a whole minute, just rope after rope shooting out of him. The sight of it made her even more wet than she already was.
'Was that good honey?' She asked him, half switching back to mother mode.
Ben nodded in response, dazed and in half disbelief that it had even happened.
'Don't worry about the couch, when you're ready just get cleaned up and head to bed, looks like that took everything out of you.'
'Thanks mom.' Ben replied groggily, the post nut sleepiness already setting in.
'Anything for you baby.' Kat replied half whispering.