Bettie Bondage

Your stepdad sends you to pick up your stepmother from a NYE party down the road. He’s so mad at her, he tells you shes acting like a slut. You can’t believe your stepmother would cheat! When you arrive, though, she won’t leave. And she tells you that you don’t understand her side of the story, but she’ll tell you. You’re old enough to know the truth now: that she and your stepfather met when she was hooking up with lots of random guys, taking loads and loads of cum every night, from anyone who wanted to fuck and cumdump. He was just one of those guys, until she thought maybe it could be more, since he was so supportive of her being a massive slut.

“That changed, though,” she tells you, sullenly, “when we got married. He got possessive,” she says, confessing that she never stopped being that cumslut. You can’t help your reaction to her stories, and you pop a raging hard boner. God, you just want to hear more! You want to stroke to her stories and shoot cum all over your stepmom’s pussy, while she tells you every detail of how much she loves fucking and taking cum. When she notices your erection, there’s no stopping her. You know she won’t be able to help herself from confessing everything…even that time you had your friends sleepover last month….

Honey, I have something to teach you. Something very, very important. I know that normally we play every evening, and you get to make your penis cum for Step-Mommy, but I have something new to try! Do you know what ‘edging’ is, honey? No? Well, that’s just fine. In fact, that’s perfect: Step-Mommy is going to teach you everything you need to know.

I’m going to show you exactly how to edge. We can make it a game! How about that? When I say stroke, you stroke. When I say stop, you stop! How’s that? Sounds so fun, right? Great. I’m going to start to undress, but we’re going to go slow. The point of this is to build up to an orgasm, ok, sweetie? Well, that and me being in control. That’s the point, too: step-mommy gets to say when…and if…you cum. Yes, if. You can cum when you follow all the directions, so be a good boy and do exactly as I say.

Stroke it slower…slower…stop…Step-Mommy loves controlling your cum, sweetie. Now, I’m going to teach you what a ‘cum countdown’ is. Sounds simple, right? Well, let’s see how complicated we can make it…I’m such a silly step-mommy, sometimes I lose track of my numbers…gee, if I don’t get my head on straight, you may never cum!!

You took a nasty tumble during football practice, and when you get home, your mom tells you to go into her medicine cabinet and get yourself some ibuprofen. You take it from a little travel pack and it becomes pretty clear really quick that you took the wrong thing. Your face starts to flush, your heart is racing a little, and…well, your cock is rock fucking hard. You don’t want to say anything about it, so you decide to just jerk off to get rid of it. Only it wont go away. So you try again, but it really won’t go away, and its starting to hurt. You decide you have to tell your mom. You must have taken the wrong thing… Your mom is in her room getting ready when you tell her whats happening. Shes pissed at your father and she’s gotta get to work, so she quickly looks up solutions before asking you a series of very intimate, very…well…hot questions. Its really not helping the boner situation to hear your mom ask if you came “really hard” when you jerked off! You feel like spurting right across her face just hearing it! She sighs, and tells you that from what she read online, she thinks she should try. What?! You act surprised but truthfully, all you are is excited. You waste no time whipping it out, shocking her with a cock that is as hard and thick as anything. She gets to work on your dick right away, wasting no time in talking dirty. She says its just so that you cum really, really hard–she has to get to work, and she doesn’t have time for the hospital–but you think she kind of likes it, her young, handsome son’s rock hard boner in her hand as she strokes and says filthy, naughty things about how wet she is. God, you could cum right now…and she can tell…oh god, you’re going to…and then she stops. You look down at her, as she smirks, and now you know for sure. She’s edging you. Building up your load. She loves this. God, you’re going to cover her in cum!

You decided to sit out thanksgiving this year. Sure, you don’t feel amazing, but you really played up the whole “sick” thing. The truth is? Your cousin Amy has been a total jerk lately, teasing you over text about how you’re a virgin. Of course, your mom can tell there’s something wrong, so she comes to your room after everyone goes home, and makes you tell her everything. Even show her the texts! Including the picture you sent your cousin. Cousin Amy said she can tell from someone’s cock if they’re a virgin.

Your mother gently and sweetly tells you that’s completely incorrect, sitting on your bed with her perfect, big tits peeking out from her robe. You can’t help but stare…and get an erection. Who wouldn’t?? She just saw a pic of your cock and said it was perfect! But she can’t mean it, y’know, like that, can she? You try to keep your excitement hidden as she purrs her approval, pressing her chest into your crotch and acting surprised when she finds your rock-hard boner.

“Are you sure there isn’t anything I can do, sweetie? To make you feel all better?”

You decided to do the whole No-Nut November thing, and make a go about being a microinfluencer about it. You actually got a lot more follower than you thought you would, so you figured why not keep it going? See how far you can take it. What you didn’t know was that your mom put nannyware on your phone, and she’s been following your whole month of “semen retention!” And she’s pissed. She thinks its stupid, and dangerous, and she barges into your room and demands you end it right now. Never one to back down from an argument, you use the classic line: make me. You’ve always called her bluff, but she couldn’t possibly take the bait on this one, right?

Your mom seems really, really nervous about this year’s Holiday party. It’s not like your mom and dad don’t do this every year, but this year dad’s new boss is coming and he’s all nervous, so she’s all nervous, and she’s asking you what she should wear. I mean, you think she looks amazing in everything, but this dress she has picked out is something else. She looks amazing! You, of course, stay in your room during the party, avoiding all the cheek pinching and “my haven’t you grown” commentary, but your mom finds her way into your room tonight, under the guise of “checking in” but you can tell somethings wrong. She won’t tell you at first, but you finally get it out of her that she caught dad getting extra cozy under the mistletoe with his new boss. You can’t believe him! With a gorgeous wife waiting at home? You blurt this last bit out loud, before you can stop yourself, and your mother blushes, telling you not to get too upset, that this is just how guys are when their wives get older: they want the new shiny thing. Fuck that, you think, and you tell her so. “I’d never cheat on you, Mom, you’re so hot,” you tell her, knowing you shouldn’t. She’s had enough of the bubbly that you know she’d flirt with anyone. Maybe even you…you shouldn’t, but you can’t help yourself. You lay it on thick, telling her nothing that isn’t true, but everything that is better left unsaid, between a mother and son…