The Ad

# The Ad by MomDominique

“Jimmy! Jimmy! It’s starting! My first ad! Little ol’ me on TV” shouted Jill as she ran over and flopped onto the sofa next to her son. The sofa groaned a little as Jill’s chubby frame sunk into the cushion.

Jimmy just rolled his eyes. “It’s just an ad, it’s not gonna be that big a deal…” he began. Little did he know how wrong he was.

“Tired of your son’s rebellious ways? His porn addiction? His plan to grow up, leave you, and start his own family one day? Well, now, there’s a solution to all that,” his mother’s voice intoned from the TV. “Testi-Gone!” 

“What is this!?” Jimmy asked. 

“Shh! We’re getting to the good part!” Jill said in a hushed voice.

“Testi-Gone works differently. There’s no painful cutting, crushing, banding, or stomping,” the ad continued. With each phrase, there was an accompanying image of surgical scissors, a burdizzo, a tight black band, and then finally a woman’s high heeled shoe. 

“With Testi-Gone, you simply apply cream to the scrotum, and then watch the testicles dissolve quickly and painlessly,” explained the ad, showing an older woman reaching out and rubbing the cream into a younger man’s sac. “Before you know it, your son has been transformed into a docile, gentle little eunuch.”

Jimmy's eyes remained glued to the TV, his mother's voice wrapping around him like a seductive embrace. He felt a stirring in his pants, and his cheeks flushed a deep shade of crimson. He knew he should look away, that this was somehow wrong, but he couldn't tear himself away from the sight of his mother's smiling face and the tantalizing promise of the cream.

“Side effects may include sterility, erectile dysfunction, loss of muscle mass and bone density, and the absence of male pattern baldness,” Jill’s voice concluded.

“Well? What did you think? Did I nail it or what?” said Jilly eagerly.

He swallowed hard, trying to find his voice amidst the tumultuous symphony of his thoughts and the thumping bass of his pulse. "It's...uh...really good, Mom," he managed to croak out. "Your voice sounds great. I didn’t even know there was, like…even a market for a product like that.”

“Oh yeah, it’s a big deal now! They said in the focus group, 8 out of 10 moms were interested,” Jill gushed. 

The awkwardness of the situation weighed on Jimmy, and he shifted uncomfortably, trying to hide his arousal. "Well, I'm sure it'll do really well," he said, hoping his voice didn't betray him.

“They sent me, like, 10 jars as a thank you. I mean, what am I going to do with 10 jars? I only got one son,” she said, rolling her eyes. “How many testicles do they think you have?”

Jimmy excused himself from the room, and lay down on his bed. His head was spinning. He couldn’t get the ad out of his head.

He knew what he had to do to get it out of his system. With post-nut clarity, he’d be able to think straight again, he told himself. Even that phrase, ‘post nut clarity,’ seemed to make him think about castration now. 

Jimmy pulled up the ad on his phone, then played it over and over again on a loop, his hand moving rhythmically in his pants as he listened to his mother's sweet voice describing Testi-Gone.

As he reached the crescendo of his self-induced pleasure, the door to the bedroom creaked open. His eyes shot wide open in horror, only to find Jill standing in the doorway, her hand covering her mouth in shock. For a moment, they both froze, the only sound was the panting of his breath and the frantic thumping of his heart.

"Jimmy?" she whispered, her eyes wide with surprise.

Panic shot through him like a bolt of lightning. He fumbled with his phone, trying to mute it but accidentally increasing the volume, making his mother’s voice louder. 

"M-Mom, I can explain!" he said, after he 

Jill's expression morphed from shock to confusion to something else entirely - a knowing smile. "Well, I'll be," she murmured, taking a step into the room. "I didn't know you liked my voice-over work that much."

Jimmy's face was a picture of mortification. He quickly pulled up his pants, his cheeks burning. "I'm sorry, Mom," he mumbled, unable to meet her gaze. "I don't know what came over me."

Jill stepped into the bedroom, her eyes twinkling with amusement. "It's okay, honey," she said. "I'm flattered, really."

Jimmy couldn't believe what he was hearing. "You're... flattered?"

Jill chuckled, her eyes never leaving his flustered face. "Well, it's not every day your own son gets excited about your work," she said, her voice light. "And it's a bit of a niche product, I'll admit."

The tension in the room was thick enough to cut with a knife, but there was something in her tone that made Jimmy feel less ashamed. "So, you really liked the ad, huh?" she asked, turning to face him fully.

Jimmy nodded, his voice still not fully under his control. "It's just… kinda hot," he managed.

Jill's smile grew wider, a knowing glint in her eye. "I can see that," she said, her voice a low purr. "Why don't you let me help you with that?"

Jimmy's head snapped up, his eyes meeting hers. "Help me?"

"Sure," she said, her tone casual as if discussing the weather. "I can totally reenact the commercial for you while I apply it." She held out the jar, and he took it, his hand shaking slightly. "Maybe you’ll feature as a testimonial in the next ad. Get it Testi-monial?," she added, winking.

Jimmy nodded, his voice a hoarse whisper. "Haha, Mom, good one," he croaked out, still not comprehending how she could be cracking jokes while talking about destroying his manhood. Even worse, he thought, being in the next commercial would mean letting the whole world know he had no balls!

“Interested?” she asked. Despite everything, Jimmy still felt himself nodding.

Jill stepped closer, her eyes gleaming with a mix of excitement and mischief. “I thought you might be,” she said, reaching into her pocket and pulling out a small jar. She strode towards him confidently, pushing him back down onto the bed and pulling his pants back down.

“Testi-Gone works differently. There’s no painful cutting, crushing, banding, or stomping,” she said. As she recited the commercial's script, her voice washed over him like a warm blanket, each word sending shivers down his spine and a twinge through his cock.

Jill pulled open the jar, then she dipped her fingers into the minty cream. She began to rub it onto his scrotum, her movements surprisingly gentle and tender.

“With Testi-Gone, you simply apply cream to the scrotum, and then watch the testicles dissolve quickly and painlessly,” she said breathlessly. 

Jimmy's eyes were glued to her, watching as she touched him in a way that was both maternal and eerily seductive. Her voice, so familiar from the commercial, took on a new, intimate tone that sent waves of pleasure crashing through him. He could feel his mother's breath on his face as she leaned closer, her gaze locked onto his, the words of the ad rolling off her tongue with a practiced ease that made his stomach flip. His testicles felt really good, warm - almost too warm.

“Before you know it, your son has been transformed into a docile, gentle little eunuch,” she said, her thumb tracing the outline of his scrotum as if it were a delicate piece of artwork. He watched in awe as she painted the cream onto him, her voice a siren's song that was both calming and incredibly arousing. The minty scent filled the room, mingling with the faint aroma of his own excitement.

“Side effects include…” she continued.

“No, just say… just say that last part again. Over and over.” instructed Jimmy, feeling the pressure building and wanting this moment to be perfect. Jill looked pleased, proud that her son had a favorite section of her little ad. Although she was focusing all her ministrations on his balls, his dick was still half hard and drooling precum. 

“Before you know it, your son has been transformed into a docile, gentle little eunuch,” she repeated, rubbing his balls faster, and more vigorously now.  “Before you know it, your son has been transformed into a docile, gentle little…” she repeated again. Then she leaned in close, and said the final word extra slowly, in a breathy whisper. “Eunuch.”

Jimmy had the most powerful orgasm of his life, spurting everywhere, as he felt his balls finally dissolve and vanish inside his mother’s loving hands.

He closed his eyes in a sleepy, pleasurable haze, while his mother grabbed some tissues to clean him up, and then tucked him into bed. She stroked his hair, kissed him on the forehead in a motherly way, and then turned out the lights.

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