Mother Fixes The Problem

Mother Fixes The Problem \[S\]



Submission Date: 2008-07-26By: Maddie Fay ([email protected])

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\[Minor\] \[Straight\] \[Testicles\]flag - Fiction



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Jack is having too many erections and constantly sneaking into the

bathroom to relieve himself of them. His mother helps him with his

overactive sex drive.



Please note: This story was heavily influenced by fantasy man's "Aunt

Vickie" stories.



Jack's mom was just starting breakfast when he wandered downstairs after

being awoken by the aroma of eggs cooking.



“Hey mom” he said casually as he sat down at his usual seat at the

kitchen table.



Turning to see Jack wearing nothing more than his white men's briefs,

she responded, “Good Morning, sweetie, how did you sleep?”



Jack's wondering around in only his underwear, his morning wood still

waiving proudly before slowly deflating during breakfast had become such

a common sight that his mother had long ago stopped showing how much it

bothered her that he didn't even bother to put clothes on until he had

to go outside.



“Pretty good.” He replied, smiling. Of course he had slept well, he

always did on the nights when he spent his five minutes in the bathroom

before emerging sweaty and red-faced to fall into bed.



“What's this?” Jack asked, pointing to a steaming cup on the table.



“Tea for you.” His mother responded simply.



He looked at her with a questioning look and said, “I don't drink tea.”



To which his mother quickly responded, “You do now. It's good for you,

drink it.”



Jack looked at the steaming cup for a moment, considering what his

mother might be trying to feed him now. Over the years, he had gotten

used to her various health trips that left him drinking orange juice or

milk, banned from soda pop, or eating nothing but vegetables.

Thankfully, they never lasted long and he was usually back to hamburgers

and coca cola within a week.



Finally, he picked up the cup and took a sip of its contents. It was

actually good, spicy, a little weird, but mostly quite good.



He took a few more sips before noticing that his mother was sprinkling

some white substance from an unlabeled jar onto his frying eggs.



“What's that?” He asked almost accusingly.



She simply sprinkled one more pinch onto the eggs before saying

nonchalantly, “Hmm? Oh, it's an organic spice, much healthier than salt.

You'll like it.”



He doubted that, but was willing to humor her rather than go through the

effort to make his own eggs.



When the eggs finished frying, leaving whatever his mother had sprinkled

into them fully cooked into their surfaces, she scooped them onto a

plate, removed her apron, and straightened her simple blue summer dress

before bringing the plate to the table and setting them in front of Jack.



“Enjoy” She said as she sat across from Jack and slowly sipped her cup

of coffee.



She looked quite nice in the sun entering from the picture windows that

day. She was the kind of woman that had aged gracefully and had been

left looking considerably younger, and thinner, than her actual age

would suggest. Yet she was no exercising, twiggy woman obsessed with

youth. She had a perfectly proportioned, if not possibly a little too

large, ass and set of breasts that always left men staring at her

everywhere she went. Jack's friends always told him she was a MILF, and

he supposed that she was. He imagined that if any of them were here

watching her sip her coffee through her lipsticked lips, they would

probably be popping boners at the thought of those lips sipping their

cum from their throbbing erections.



Jack was so engrossed in his eggs that he didn't even notice how closely

his mother was watching him this day, and he was finished with them and

mostly through his tea before he realized that his head felt fuzzy.

Sounds seemed to be becoming increasingly faint and the light that at

first had seemed so bright now seemed to be fading quickly.



Jack's heart raced as he realized how quickly everything was fading away

and how heavy his own body seemed to be getting.



“I don't feel so good, mom.” He said as he struggled to hold his head up.



His mother simply smiled at him, reassuringly, and said “It's okay,

sweetie, you're going to be just fine soon.”



He took some comfort in her words until he finally lost control of his

muscles and his head fell onto the table. In the last moment before

everything went entirely black, he wondered if he was allergic to his

mother's salt substitute.



Jack slowly became aware of his surroundings. He felt groggy at first,

as through he had overslept, but he distinctly remembered waking up and

having eggs with his mother. His eyes opened and he turned his head to

look at the bedside clock. It was getting late in the morning, far too

late for even his usual sleep schedule. He realized that he had better

get up and attempted to push himself out of bed.



As he tried to move, he realized that his arms and legs refused to go

where he wanted them to, as if something was holding them in place.



Jack laid groggily for a moment, looking around himself, before his mind

was able to process where he was and what was going on. He seemed to be

not in his own bed, but in his mother's bed, which was stripped down to

sheets. Looking up and down, he saw that a thick black rope was tied

around his wrists and ankles and wrapped around the bed frame before

going under the bed and coming back up over his body multiple times.



He struggled for a few minutes, trying to get out of this situation as

he wondered what he had done that would leave him like this without any

memory of whatever kinky fun he must have had, until he noticed his

mother standing in the doorway.



She stood in the doorway, leaning against the door frame, her sleek

hourglass frame clad only in white panties and a bra blocking out most

of the light entering the darkened room.



Jack finally stopped thrashing and looked at her, asking “What's going

on, mom?”



Jack's mother slowly entered the room, her body swaying seductively in

her lingerie, as she answered, “Oh, sweetie, I'm going to help you with

a little problem you've been having.”



When she finally arrived at her bed, she jumped onto its bouncy surface,

swinging her leg over Jack's body and placing her ass down on his stomach.



As Jack looked at his mother straddling him, he suddenly realized that

his cock was throbbing in a full erection. He instantly looked away from

her in embarrassment.



His mother giggled lightly and said, “Aww, don't be embarrassed,

sweetie. It's completely involuntary. I have to confess, in addition to

drugging your eggs, I spiked your tea with Viagra. I'm sorry I had to do

that to you, but I knew you'd never agree to this without being forced.”



“Agree to what?!” Jack asked angrily.



Jack's mother simply ignored him and turned around to face his raging

cock. He could see her hands working on something between his spread

legs and felt something wrap around his balls and slowly tighten.



“What? What are you going?!” Jack asked.



When she seemed satisfied that whatever she was putting on his balls was

tight enough, she finally answered him, “I know you've been having

trouble with your erections dear. I know you get them at night and in

the morning and you aren't able to ignore them.”



She reached beside the bed and pulled up what looked like a thick hose

in one hand and a bottle of lube in the other. Spraying a large amount

of the lube into the hose, she continued, “Quite frankly, I'm tired of

it. I'm tired of you coming to breakfast with nothing but a pair of

briefs to cover up your hard ons, and I'm tired of you defiling your

sister's underwear.”



His eyes widened at her last comment, how did she know about that?



He could feel her spraying the lube onto his raging cock as she

continued talking, “Yes, I know that you sneak into the bathroom every

night, dig in the hamper, and find a pair of your sister's soft panties

to jack off into. You didn't think we didn't know, did you? I'm the one

that does the laundry, and I know that your sister isn't shooting a load

of boy-cum into her own panties and stuffing them to the bottom of the

hamper, so that only leaves on person.”



“I'm … I'm sorry, mom.” Jack said.



“Oh, don't apologize dear, I know you can't help it. You're sex drive is

just too high.” She replied as she slid the hose over Jack's erect cock.

He could only imagine what was inside the hose as the sensation of a

wet, warm, engorged pussy slid over his cock, forcing him to gasp at the

pleasure.



His mother giggled at his reaction. “Oh, you haven't felt anything yet,

sweetie,” She said as she reached beside the bed and flicked a switch.



Instantly, Jack was bombarded with the sensation of a woman slowly

slamming her pussy down over his cock. He couldn't help but let out a

soft moan as this non-too-often felt sensation overcame him.



“I'm going to help you with your little sex drive problem, honey. This

device will slowly rub your cock until you cum, and then it will rub you

until it's turned off when I feel you've cum enough. The testicle clamp

around your nuts allows for a slow, gradual release of cum, much more

controlled than just letting you shoot off, and it allows for far more

cum to be released in a single session.”



She turned around and placed her ass squarely on his stomach so she

could watch him enjoy the sensations.



As the minutes passed, she could see that the device was doing its job.

His face had gone red, his breath had quickened, and he had closed his

eyes and allowed his head to turn to the side against the pillow.



The way his breath was quickening now, she knew she didn't have much

time, so she began explaining one last thing.



“Unfortunately … Jack, are you paying attention?” She pushed his head up

and waited until his eyes opened and focused on her before continuing,

“That's better. Unfortunately, I don't have the collection chamber for

the device. It's been years since it was last used, and I can't seem to

find it anywhere. “



His eyes focused on hers as he tried his best to listen and ignore the

sensations in his cock.



“You see, the collection chamber would usually collect all the cum you

squirt into the machine, so I can easily dispose of it later. But,

without it, I'm afraid the machine will just spray your cum all over the

place, and you know I can't have a mess like that in my room.” She said

as she shook her head “no” to emphasize how bad having his cum spraying

around her room would be.



“So I'm afraid I can't let you cum into the machine today.” She finished.



Jack was going to suggest that she just let him out and he'd finish

himself off later, but she cut him off before he could even get his

mouth open.



“I also can't let you go wandering around with an erection again, that

would defeat the whole purpose of all this. So, I'm left with only one

option.” She said as she reached between his legs for another item she

had left there.



“The testicle clamp has the added bonus of cutting off minimizing the

blood flow to your testicles.” She said as she fiddled with whatever was

behind her back.



Suddenly, her hand came up from behind her back, and Jack could see a

pair of her sewing scissors grasped daintily between her feminine thumb

and fingers.



“I'm just going to have to cut your nuts off.” She said, smiling with

delight as she snipped the scissors twice in the air.



Jack looked at her in horror and attempted to struggle out of his bonds.

He quickly found that he had no chance of undoing the tightly bound

rope, let alone forcing his mother's soft round ass off of his stomach

before she could do her deed.



“Don't worry, sweetie, this'll be good for you. You'll be so much less

preoccupied with your penis, and women will respond well to your kinder,

less aggressive attitude after the last of your testosterone leaves your

system,” She said reassuringly, “You'll probably get more dates after

becoming a eunuch than you ever could before.”



Jack saw his mother's hand slip behind her back once more, and could

feel the blades of the scissors against his ball sack as she positioned

them.



“Now, you just look me right in the eye, and I'll be able to see when

your just about to cum. And before you let out any mess, I'll just give

you a nice little snip.” His mother said as she gazed into his eyes.



For some reason, he gazed back, stopped struggling, and allowed the

sensation of the hose's pussy rubbing across his cock wash over him again.



As Jack looked into his mother's eyes, he could feel the tingle in his

cock head. He felt the need to cum, and he felt his balls boil with the

desire to shoot out a thick load.



It seemed like the fake pussy was rubbing faster now, pushing him toward

his fate. He felt the cum begin to leave his balls, he felt ecstasy just

a moment away as his eyes widened.



His mother smiled, her own eyes wide with excitement, as she pushed

almost effortlessly against the handles of the scissors, severing his

nut sack from his body.



Only the light plop of Jack's testicles hitting the bed was heard as the

sensation of impending orgasm instantly vanished.



Jack felt not ecstasy, or even frustration, but simply nothing as his

mother looked down at him and giggled, “Looks like no more of that for

you, ever again, sweetie.”



Smiling, she reached behind herself and grasped Jack's ball sack,

holding it up for him to see as she inspected it.



“My, my, these are full. I bet you wish you had your morning cum before

breakfast, huh?” She giggled once again, and gave the balls a little

squeeze, causing a tiny dribble of cum to leak out of the severed

testicles, “Too late now, I guess.”



Swinging her leg across his body once again, Jack's mother stood up and

walked slowly toward the door, her ass swaying seductively as she moved.



“I'll untie you in a minute, I just want to weigh these first. They

might be the biggest I've ever cut!” She said as she walked out, leaving

him alone with a drooping cock, and a missing set of balls.



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