My Mother's Innovative Parenting Technique

All characters are at least 18 years old.

Being a single mom is hard. My mom, though, she made it look easy thanks to her innovative parenting technique. It all started one day when my mom seemed overwhelmed with everything on her shoulders, and yet, I didn't even take out the trash like I said I would. I was too busy posing in front of a mirror, admiring my fit body and my massive bulge in boxer-briefs. I was so foolishly proud of my shining example of masculinity .

She banged on my door. "George! Why are the trash bins still in the garage!? The garbage truck left!"

"Sorry, mom, I'll remember tomorrow." My mom had never given me any real consequences for being lazy, so her yelling didn't worry me.

She burst through the door. My jaw dropped as I saw that my mom wore nothing but a pink bra and panties. I didn't remember ever seeing her this close to naked.

It was like tearing off my face to admit this to myself, but I could see that my mom was packing like a high class stripper. I'm talkin' real big milkers, and just as perky as girls my age. Her butt was so plump and out there that I could see a slice of it even while standing almost directly in front of her. My shameful eyes also locked onto her smooth, perfect pussy, the opposite of the huge ungainly wad hanging from me.

There was an unacceptable stirring between my legs. It freaked me the fuck out, especially as my mom seemed to notice that I was eyeing her goods.

I asked, "Why are you in your underwear?"

"Because I ran out and tried to catch the garbage truck. Half the neighborhood drooled over my bouncing. . . things, thanks to you!" She lost her temper and slapped my bare chest.

I chuckled and said, "Was that supposed to hurt? Not your fault, mom. It's hard for a girl to hurt a guy."

She seemed to know how powerless she was, and I'd never seen her so furious. She looked all over my body, scanning for a weakness. It confused me when her eyes rested just below my waist, and her face lit up with wicked joy.

"Uh, mom?"

Her hand shot up and snatched my testicles!

"Aaaaahhhhh!"

My hands jittered beside my hips. We looked into each other's eyes. I was thinking, *holy shit, this is really happening.* She seemed to be thinking the same, but she was thrilled rather than horrified. Before she even applied much pressure, my body tensed and my breathing was labored. Just the image of looking down and seeing my mom's arm reaching between my legs, the feeling of her hand encasing my most precious parts, it was both terrifying and oddly sexual.

With a determined look on her face, she said, "No, this won't be hard at all."

That is when she began to squeeze with all her might. There was no cracking sound like in the movies, just pain so unbearable it cannot be described. Her previously soft hands had morphed into sadistic claws, digging painfully into my flesh as she squeezed and twisted my big helpless balls. She had this intense smile, which twitched every time she would tug or twist my nuts in a different direction. She knew she owned me through the very source of my manhood, and she loved it. I felt betrayed by my own masculinity.

Trying to keep myself upright, I held onto her. My cheek nestled into her shoulder, like a little boy getting comfort for his booboo. Like me, she began to breathe in short, ragged gasps, which landed on my neck. The fucked up thought came into my head that it sounded like we were fucking. Her perfect breasts heaved up and down, trying to catch her breath.

My big pathetic nuts felt like they couldn't take anymore. Just a tiny bit more pressure, and they'd burst like water-balloons.

In her stern tone, she asked, "Do you want me to pop them?"

"Oh fuck!"

She shook my balls and yelled, "Do you want me to pop your droopers!?"

"N-n-no!"

"Say, please no, mommy."

"P-p-lease no, m-m-mommy."

I felt her lips on my ear as she whispered, "You should have taken out the trash when I asked you to. This is what happens when you disobey your mother."

She somehow squeezed even harder, bringing my nuts to the very brink of their structural integrity. I was certain they were about to pop. I squeaked, "I'm so sorry, mommy."

That's when she started doing something even more unexpected. She kissed my ear. Then again. She kept kissing my ear and my neck as her grip on my nuts slowly loosened.

"Mom, what the fuck? What are you doing?" I tried to pull my head away, but her lips and tongue just felt too good.

I breathed hard as my cock hardened. With her free hand, she began lightly jostling my cock, making it pulsate. Tons of shocked and horrified thoughts flooded through my head.

She whispered into my ear, "You may play with my breasts."

"What? Mom, that's- that's going too far."

"Oh hon, I feel bad for being so hard on your droopies." She titled my head down so I could see her tits as she jiggled them. Those perfect boobies bobbed up and down, left and right, making my cock jump.

My hands flexed as I tried to resist. My face scrunched in from the effort. It was no use. I cupped her perfect tits, pressing into them, jiggling them myself. She failed to stifle a moan. I could play with her tits for the rest of my life and be thrilled.

Her hand gently played with my balls as she used them to guide me to a couch. She finally let go of my nuts, pulled my underwear down, then shoved me onto the couch. She turned around and bent over. Her big round ass was only a few inches from my face. I admired her immaculate wagon in panties so cheeky they were almost a thong.

She sternly said, "Kiss it. Kiss your mother's butt."

I wanted so badly to dive in, but it was so fucked up. "Mom, this is so wrong. It's just beyond fucked for me to do that."

She began clapping her big perfect cheeks and said, "Don't you wanna be a good boy for momma?"

I tried to look away. My fingers dug into the couch. The voice in my head screamed at me to resist as I groaned and my body went rigid all over. The heavenly sight of her clapping cheeks slowly twisted my mind.

I groaned, "Oh fuck."

I kissed her ass all over, which eventually turned into me licking it all over. She suddenly arched her butt up, leading to me kissing and licking her pussy with just her thin panties separating me from her. She failed to stifle another moan. She quickly took off her bra and panties. My mouth went back to work on her ass and pussy. She no longer tried to stifle her moans. My cock twitched even harder, begging for her.

She moaned, "Good boy. Good boy!"

My heart raced as she lowered herself down, grabbing my legs for support. Her soft and warm butt connected with my rock hard cock. She nestled my member between her cheeks and gyrated. My cock flexed even deeper in. The pleasure was almost too much. It was like sensory overload as I also reached around and played with her tits, and felt her legs against mine.

With surprising rhythm and precision, her ass swallowed and dominated my cock. I wasn't even sure if I was in her hole and I didn't care. I made the same intense smile she had made while she had squeezed my nuts. It was like getting my cock even deeper into her with each thrust was a game, the greatest game ever made.

My pleasure began to boil over. I felt the intense pleasure of my cum loading up. Felt like it was about to spurt so hard it would burst out of her ears. My expression became rabidly euphoric as I thrust faster, harder, and deeper.

I croaked, "Thank you, mommy."

She stood up, bending over, and began wiggling her butt in my face to tease and torture me. She looked over her shoulder at me with a sadistic smirk and said, "Sorry hon, not until you do your chores."

The first spurt of my ruined orgasm blasted onto her pussy as I screamed at her ass, "You fucking bitch!"

While cackling, she roughly wiggled her cheeks and pussy into my face. I struggled to breathe as load after load shot her. My deprived cock shook wildly, desperate for her mercy.

Instead, she reached between her legs and flicked my tender, swollen nuts. Her middle finger managed to connect with both of them.

That little flick felt like a train ramming into my balls. All the air squeaked out of my lungs. My hands latched onto my agonized nuts as my body tensed inward. I pathetically squirmed onto the floor into the fetal position.

She crouched down, her perfect pussy right by my face. I scowled at it, filled with rage and envy. She said, "Oh yeah, I also need you to do the dishes today. Got it?"

I whimpered, "Yes mommy."

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Ever since then, my mom kept me on track, using my manhood to both punish and reward me. She was generous and brutal. I'd put the cap back on the toothpaste, and she'd reach into my underwear and play with my cock. I'd leave a hair on the shower soap, and she'd slap my balls. When I'd do all my chores for the week, she'd make me cum whatever way I wanted. Forget a chore, and it's a brutal grab, or several knees. Don't judge her. Being a single mom is hard.