A son’s submission to his Mother, Do you remember starting my training all those years ago? Picking me up from college in your car, your skirt riding up in your seat so I could see your stockingtops. Of course I was nervous, only being eighteen at the time, but also so aroused as you drove us home, knowing Dad wasn’t going to be home for hours.
When we got home I would be ordered up to my bedroom and told to strip. There I would wait, naked until you told me to come to the bedroom. You looked magnificent in your tight white blouse, just holding your Motherly breasts in place. My cock would be rock hard as I looked at your tiny black mini skirt that rode up over your black seamed stockings. On your feet would be your four inch black patent stilettos. I would be ordered to walk in, hands behind my back, cock erect in front of you.
In your hands is a pair of your black kitten heeled slippers. I stand right next to you and with your manicured fingernails you examine my cock and balls with great interest. You then ask me what I am.
“I am Mummy’s shoe and stocking slave.”
You nod and then hang one of the slippers over my erect cock. The sight makes me quiver. You then grab my cock tight.
*SWISSHHHH* you cross your legs and my cock pulses in your hand.
*WHAP!* Your remaining slipper whacks against my bottom. I cry out and try to keep myself from crying. As you hold my cock tightly, the slipper hanging from it whacks against my full, sensitive balls.
You laugh.
*WHAP! WHAP! WHAP!* the slipper slaps against me as I shake and cry. I feel more sperm flooding my balls.
I’m then made to lie down. With the slipper removed you move one shoe on top of my cock and press down. The other you move to my mouth and i begin to suck gratefully on the heel. I moan with pain and pleasure as I do.
Your heels now both move to my cock. It is time for you to test me.
“Mummy’s red slingbacks tell me about them…”
“Mummy has Christian Dior red coral slingbacks. They were a present from her lover, Sally. Mummy enjoys wearing them when going out to dinner with women she wants to fuck.”
“Very good… Mummy’s black sandals?”
“Mummy has Jimmy Choo patent black sandals with a three inch heel. She likes to wear them while seducing young men that she works with. She loves to go to conferences and work away with a young man to fuck. She loves lying to Dad about it after too.”
“Excellent! And my grey peep toe heels?”
“Mummy has grey peep toe Prada pumps. She likes to wear them when meeting other Mothers who play with their sons. Mummy enjoys rubbing them up and down the legs of the other Mums as they discuss seducing sons.”
You were pleased, you stood up and pulled the miniskirt up over your hips and then slowly lowered yourself on to my face. My cock still strains as you begin to grind against my face and I lick and lap at your pussy. The ache in my balls continues as you get yourself off on your Son’s face. My tongue laps at your clit and you moan.
It doesn’t take much for you to cum as you rock back and forth on my face, your stockinged thighs squeezing my head, your head back, crying out, your hands gripping my hair. I love my Mummy soo much.
The following evening I am lying in my bed reading. I know that in a minute Mummy will be coming in to tuck me in. Now I am eighteen she has a special way of doing it.
I hear her lightly tap at my door. I tell her to come in. She is wearing her soft satin gown, which is a light grey colour. On her feet she has a small heeled slippers on and I can see from her nylon covered toes that she is also wearing stockings.
“Just popped in to say goodnight,” she says, shutting the door behind her. She sits down on the chair next to the bed and with a *SWISHHHH* crosses her legs so her elegant stockinged leg stretches out where I can see it. She puts her fingers to her lips to show that I must be quiet.
Her hand reaches under the duvet and easily locates my hard cock. She grasps it and I wince a little. She then leans over and whispers to me. “Have you cum since I made you last?”
I shake my head.
“I see. Mummy would very much like it if you had a wet dream tonight. Do you think you can have one?”
This time I nod. Mummy smiles, she strokes my cock slowly.
“A nice wet dream about Mummy, making you cum, that would be nice wouldn’t it?”
I smile and nod once more.
“Daddy is going away this weekend. Does that make you excited? I’m very excited. A little man with a hard cock all for me to play with. That sounds very nice.”
I nod once more. Mummy smiles again and then begins to shake my cock more vigorously. I gasp, but she puts her finger to her lips once more.
“Do you know what I’m going to do, John? Mummy’s going to get all dressed up so your little cock will be nice and hard. I’m going to tease you and make your little balls boil. Mummy will make you cum all over her stockinged legs then. Mummy bought some new stockings just for you to make your little man’s mess all over them. Would you like that, baby?”
Nodding, I shut my eyes as I can feel the cum begin to rise in my cock. Mummy knows best and she relinquishes her grip on me. She leans over and kisses me on the forehead.
“Sweet dreams, my dear.” And with that, turns out my bedroom light and leaves.
That night I am dreaming about Mummy. She is stood over me in her skirt suit that she wears for work. Black with a white blouse. I am naked on the floor in front of her. She is grinning at me in that frightening, arousing way. The toe of her high heeled patent black leather shoe presses down on my balls. I expect pain, but none comes. Instead I feel intense pleasure. She then begins to flex her foot up and down, pumping my balls like it’s the pedal in a car. Suddenly the cum shoots out of me. It
splatters all over my body as she pumps it with her foot out of my balls. It shoots from me in long, satisfying spurts.
When I wake up, I find a sticky mess all over my boxer shorts.
In the morning I want to tell Mummy the good news. I throw on my dressing gown and rush downstairs. Mum is in the kitchen wearing that same skirt suit from my dream.
“Mum, Mum, I did it-”
“Did what, Son?”
Horrified I turn and see my Dad taking one final swig of tea before heading out to his car.
“Oh I, um, solved this maths problem, Dad.”
Mum smiles at him and kisses Dad on the cheek.
“Have a nice day, dear.”
Dad rolls his eyes and jogs out of the door, leaving Mummy and me alone.
I sit down at the kitchen table as Mum watches Dad’s car pull out and then she turns to me.
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