Mother's Helper Ch. 05-08

After recovering, he removed the ice pack, reluctantly untied her ankles, lifted her and carried her into her bedroom, a trail of cum falling on his bedroom floor, the hallway and her room. As he settled her on the bed, her arms around his neck, she said, "Goodnight, honey," much to his surprise, and pulled him in to kiss her, mouth wide open for his tongue. The kiss lasted longer than the night before.

"Sweet dreams," he said, "and I really appreciate your coming in to say goodnight to me this week."

"Well, I like it too," she slurred, the picture of innocence. "Doctor's orders," she said with a smile. Back in his room, he was dimly aware of his clothes, still lying on the floor. He was treating his own mother like a receptacle for his cum. She liked being tied, with him (the "Doctor") in control, and he was treating her more and more like a slut available to do his bidding. His own, personal, cum-slut-mother . . . The other night, when he'd bound her breasts so tightly with the clamp, she had not uttered a single objection at the obvious discomfort. Perhaps he'd think of some way to cause her actual pain?

Next time, Matt cools off Janice with the aid of a common household device.

Chapter Seven — The Air Conditioner

During breakfast with her son Matt the next morning, Janice said, "You took such good care of me the last couple of last nights that I'd like to do something for you today." Matt mulled it over, excited by the offer. "Are there any chores or errands I can do?"

"You could help me wash my car this afternoon."

"Sure, that sounds like fun!" she said. At the height of the afternoon heat, they met in the kitchen. Matt was surprised by his mother's outfit, a thin white cotton sundress, "Are you sure you want to wear that dress?"

"Yes, it's light and cool, and it has to be washed anyway." Matt's car was parked at the end of the driveway in front of the garage. Since their driveway had a bend in it, the car couldn't be seen from the sidewalk or street. As they prepared the hose, soap, sponge and bucket, Janice kept standing between him and the sun. He could see right through her dress and was surprised at how easily he could see her bra and panties, which were either black or dark gray. She seemed unaware about revealing the outfit was. Matt's cock swelled uncomfortably in his cutoff jean shorts.

Only a minute after he began spraying down the vehicle, Janice threw the heavy, soapy sponge at him and laughed gleefully as it hit the back of his shoulder and neck, drenching his T-shirt. "Mother, you shouldn't have done that!" he said teasingly. He turned slowly, the nozzle rotating with him, until it sprayed Janice's entire front. Now it was his turn to laugh. "Gotcha back!" he said.

"Well, I guess I deserved it," she admitted. They began soaping down the car. Matt wondered if she could really be unaware when the water drenched her front, it revealed her bra and panties. And although the bra was a full cup, both it and the panties were completely sheer and gauzy. He could not only see her breasts and pussy, he could also see her dark aureole, nipples and—he thought—her pussy lips. His cock grew harder, part of the head peeking out off the bottom of his cutoffs.

It was hot, sweaty work to soap and rinse the car. When done, he said, "Mother, if you lean across the hood I'll cool you off with the hose."

"Okay," she said, and bent over the hood, grasping the top edge by the windshield wipers. Matt turned the nozzle to Gentle and softly sprayed her down. The water was hot because the hose had been lying in the hot sun. "Mmmm," she moaned, "that feels nice." Matt was riveted by the sight of her tight ass beneath the panties.

"Now turn over and I'll do your front." Janice was suddenly self-conscious, aware that her front was probably somewhat see-through. "No thanks, this is enough." Matt grabbed her hips, trying to roll her over, but her hands firmly grasped the top of the hood. Suddenly, he spanked each of her ass cheeks, very hard. "Owww!" she yelled, her hands flying off the hood to grab her ass cheeks. Matt's ruse worked. With her hands no longer gripping the hood, he easily rolled her over.

Janice's ass smarted so much that she didn't even think about exposing herself to her son. Matt began spraying her again, which calmed her. After he'd finished her chest, he went down to her feet and gradually worked his way up. When the spray reached her lower thighs, he imperceptibly pushed her legs open wider and changed the spray to a stronger setting. Janice moaned, lost in the sensation as the pressure focused on her inner thighs. She slid down a foot. The dress, which had been bunched at mid-thigh, slid up till he could almost see her panties.

Matt changed the water pressure to a slightly harder force at the same time that he pulled her dress up to her waist. Janice was too busy moaning to even notice, her head rolling back and forth, body shuddering from the spray that now struck the inside of her upper thighs. He went for the prize, directing the nozzle so that it flooded the crotch of her panties. "Uhhh!" she groaned, thrashing on the hood.

He changed the nozzle to Pulse and Janice's body began twisting and gyrating, approaching her peak. He moved the nozzle until it was mere inches from her slit, and when her cries reached a crescendo he moved up his aim so that the pulsating stream smashed into her clit. Her body scissored up, forcing the nozzle into her mound and she screamed in release, slamming down onto the hood, her limbs twitching, nipples like one-inch eraser nibs.

Matt turned off the water. It seemed like a slow motion movie sequence when his mother's limp body, apparently unconscious, slid down the hood, inch by inch, until she sank to her knees on the ground and her upper torso fell forward, putting her face squarely in his crotch. He stepped back a few inches and her face moved down until her cheek was resting on the head of his bare cock, now exposed by a couple of inches. He pulled up his cutoffs so that almost all of his cock was exposed and, holding her head by the back of her hair, wiped his boner across her cheeks and nose, leaving a thick trail of viscous pre-cum. He then squeezed out the remaining pre-cum into her slightly open lips. He thought of pulling down her jaw so he could put his cock into her mouth but was afraid to take that step. Instead, he pulled his dick and shot off an exquisite load onto the top of her black hair.

Finished, Matt pulled down his cutoffs and called his mother's name. When Janice didn't respond, he slapped her cheeks. She moaned but didn't open her eyes, so he slapped both wet breasts, hard. This time her eyes opened, although he could see she was still in a stunned state. "Come on, let's get you inside." He lifted her, put one of arms around his and walked them into the laundry room, where she groggily let him strip off her dress and throw it into the washing machine. He smiled as the pool of cum began to flow down the rear and sides of her head. She seemed oblivious to it. In her bedroom, Matt propped up her pillows and laid her on her back, sitting up against the pillow so her head was almost vertical, eyes shut. He waited to leave until his cum appeared at the edge of her hairline, above her forehead. Smiling, he walked out, vividly imagining how she would feel when awaking and realizing that her face was covered with her son's cum load.

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Matt was so motivated by the car wash scene that he spent the remainder of the afternoon and the entire evening preparing, in case his sluttish mother had a taste not only for bondage, but for serious SM as well. He had read online that frequently, people who liked to be tied up also were turned on by pain, which became pleasurable. It was a good thing his workday was light, because he spent almost every minute considering possibilities for that night. He vowed to be more forceful and controlling tonight. It was all he could do to restrain himself from beating off.

When Janice had woken from her nap that afternoon, she couldn't recall getting from the Matt's car to her room. She must have been really tired to not remove her soggy bra and panties, which she peeled off with a grimace before showering. In the bathroom, she was startled to see her reflection. A rush of humiliation and a thrill of excitement ran through her. In the mirror, her face and hair were encrusted with a sticky, damp white coating. But she had to be certain, didn't she? She wet a forefinger, touched the facemask and licked her finger. Her pussy spasmed as she confirmed that it was Matt's cum. After she'd orgasmed on the car, cumming like some slutty teenager, he must have lost control. She was amazed at the enormous load he'd discharged onto her hair and face. During her shower, she kept replaying the car wash and wondering what new thrill that night would bring. . . .

Neither the quickly learning son nor his humiliated slut mother was at home for dinner that night. Janice arrived home first, in such a state of restless anticipation that she couldn't focus on anything for long: not even a magazine or sitcom. She thrilled with fear and embarrassment when she heard Matt arrive home, but forced herself to wait for what seemed like an eternity. Janice never used air conditioning in her bedroom, and it was still exceptionally hot and close at 10:00 pm. She had run out of patience.

Matt had left his bedroom door wide open. Soon, she stood in her peach baby doll in the doorway. "It was too hot to sleep, even without my baby doll." She already slurred her words. "I even took a painkiller, but it didn't put me to sleep." He saw she was again wearing the panties and figured she was waiting for him to invite her to sleep again in his bed, but he had a more intriguing scenario in mind. "I have an idea," he said, getting out of bed. "Come over here," he said, extending his hand to hers and firmly holding her wrist, pulling her over in front of his air conditioner. It hung low in the tall window, the bottom only two feet from the floor. "I'm going to do two things with you tonight."

"Oh? Only two things? What do you mean?" she asked, giggling from the medication.

Her pussy was level with the slats, so he raised the baby doll and tucked it into the waist of her panties. "Number one is to cool off that hot body of yours." Cooperatively, she clasped her hands at the small of her back. He put his hands on her ass and pushed her groin against the air conditioner. The cold air was a shock to her pussy and she groaned, wriggling her mound against the slats. He struck her ass with the flat of his hand and she muttered "Ohhh," forgetting about the shameful image she presented, grinding her pelvis into the slats.

After a half minute, he spun her around by the hips. Her eyes were lidded, her breathing fast. He tucked the front of the baby doll into her panties as well. With a hand on each pelvic bone, he pressed hard, pushing her ass hard against the slats. "Matthew, that hurts!" she moaned. "Yes, that's number two: punishment."

Her eyes flickered up to his for a moment. "Number two?"

"Yes, to teach you the consequences of bad behavior, which were delayed by your accident, falling off my chair. It seems that only corporal discipline will have a lasting effect on your many bad behaviors."

"So you're going to punish me because I've made mistakes, and let you down," she mumbled, wriggling her inflamed ass against the slats. "This. . . discipline will make me a better mother, right?"

"Yes. But you'll also experience pleasure to mollify the pain." He had confirmation – she wanted it to hurt. He turned her around again, put his hands on her shoulders and firmly pushed her down to a kneeling position.

"Ooohhh, that's good," she said, the cool air blasting her breasts, slurring her words more than before. She closed her eyes, lost in the sensuous feeling of the cool air on her chest. He watched her fat nipples grow in the cool breeze.

"See how this feels." Standing behind her, he placed a hand on her shoulder blades, gently pushing so her breasts touched the air conditioner slats.

"Mmmm, that's better," she said naively. "So nice and cool." Her voice had changed to a lower pitch.

Obviously, she hadn't a clue about how she was about to suffer. "I want you closer." Obediently, she pressed her breasts into the air conditioner's grill. He held her there firmly for thirty seconds, trying to figure out what else to do. "Ooohh!" she moaned.

A lever controlled the angle of the slats. They were at the widest opening, horizontal. With his left hand, he pushed on her back, forcing the tips of her breasts between two slats. "What will the consequences be for my bad behavior?" she asked.

"This." He moved the lever a little so the slats closed, imprisoning her long nipples.

"Ugghh!" she exclaimed, startled. "Matthew, that hurts!" she cried, pushing her hand against his bare chest to move him away from the lever. For days, he'd been waiting for this. "It's supposed to hurt: it's a punishment."

"Punishment." she said through gritted teeth. "But for what exactly?"

"For wearing the new baby doll without the clamps." He grabbed both her hands and forced them down her front.

"But I had to remove them in order to take it off and put it back on," she explained.

"Then you should have asked me to put them on again."

He grabbed a belt from his robe and tied her hands in position, above her mound. He pushed the lever down even further, forcing the slats to slowly tighten on her nipples until he could not push any more. Her mouth now wide open, she moaned but no longer objected, as a long strand of saliva stretched down and coated a thigh. She licked her lips to adjust to the pain, tied hands twisting. "Are you going to punish me more, or is this all you have?" she taunted.

Newly confident from his improvisation, the next step came to Matt. He slapped one big breast and then the other, savoring the sight of the tit flesh jiggling and shuddering from the harsh impact. She cried out. Keeping one hand on the lever, he bunched up the baby doll with his other hand so that it was taut around her chest and pulled her back from the air conditioner. She grimaced, teeth bared as the big nipples stretched a quarter inch. He heard the flimsy material tearing, then her groan as her breasts were painfully elongated. "Aggghhhh!" she yelled as they both watched the rubbery nipples getting longer by almost a full inch. Finally, he released the lever and her abused nipples were torn out of the slats.

She screamed and fell back, still kneeling, thighs resting on ankles, hanging her head back till it touched the floor, squirming from the pain, tortured nipples on fire, eyes shut. There were marks from the slats on her baby doll, across her breasts. There was also a long, horizontal rip across the baby doll, exposing the huge, inflamed right nipple. Extending from between the rip, it was thicker and larger than the filters on cigarettes. Feeling strongly aroused from the nipple torture, yet supremely degraded by the disgusting scene, she kept her eyes closed, too high to be aware of how exposed she was. The fabric sticking to her left nipple looked particularly depraved.

He held the middle finger of her left hand and moved it beneath the panties to her slit. She resisted him. "Obey your doctor," he said. He dipped the finger into her slit, moving it up and down to coat it thoroughly, making sure to always include her clit. "Uhhhh!" she moaned with pleasure. Her cunt was so inundated that the pumping finger made loud squishing sounds. He untied her hands, raised her left hand and rubbed the dripping finger all around her exposed right nipple as she whimpered with relief. He inserted two fingers on her right hand inside her labia, stroking it a half dozen times, and moved the slick finger around the baby doll above her left nipple. The wet fabric disappeared from view as the crushed nipple was soothed with hot pussy juice.

He guided one of her hands by now pumping three fingers up and down in her slit, while his other hand guided her other hand, stroking and caressing her tits. Within a minute, she climaxed. He was stunned by its ferocity – even more so than at poolside – as she leapt and bucked and shuddered, screaming gibberish as she thrashed on the floor.

The sight of her almost made Matt lose control completely. But he helped her stand, a shaky proposition. Her ass was also banded with striations from the air conditioner slats. "That's all for tonight. You better go to bed now."

"Oh," she said, pouting. "If you say so." She stumbled to the door. Standing in the frame, she half-turned back to him, twisting her torso. He could see both her breasts and ass. The horizontal creases from the slats made it look as if she'd been whipped. For that matter, the perfectly spaced nature of the creases made her look as if she'd been whipped by a machine. He drank in the sight of her. For that matter, he wondered whether she would actually take a whipping?

"Matthew, it's been a couple of days since I asked. Did you make up your mind yet about what I can give you for graduation?"

"No, Mother. I said I would let you know when I've decided. By asking again, you've just earned yourself another punishment."

"If you say so, sweetheart. . . Will it be the same punishment as tonight?"

"No. It will be different—longer and harsher, especially since you still must be disciplined for ruining breakfast the other day. Go to sleep now." She shuffled dreamily out of his room. He looked down at his erect prick, realizing it would be impossible to fall asleep.

A few minutes later, Matt went down the hall to her room. The door had been left open for cross-ventilation. With the hall light, he could readily see Janice asleep, lying on her front, her head of sexily tousled hair turned to face the door. No sheets covered her. The baby doll and panties were lying at the foot of the bed. He picked the silky panties off the bed and, staring at her amber ass, still striped by the slats, beat off into the panties.

When he began quietly moaning, she stirred on the bed, opening her legs. He could see the shaved pussy, the hanging lips, the dusky gray ring of her rosebud. Her eyes fluttered but never opened. He came into the panties with a river of sperm, shooting for longer than he ever remembered having done before.

He was about to throw the sodden panties into her hamper when he changed his mind. It had been a night of thrilling advances: his administering real pain at the air conditioner and her fingering herself till she climaxed shamefully in front of him. He bet she would also respond to being treated like a slut. He decided that her first experience when she awoke in the morning would be another humiliating one, as well as a reminder of tonight.

But it was no longer enough for Matt to masturbate in front of her—or even on her. Tomorrow he'd get his first hand job from her, whether she agreed or not. It would be the precursor to those thick pouting lips wrapping around his knob and blowing him till he spewed all over his mother's hot face and big-nippled tits.

He placed the drenched panties, heavy with his large load, next to her face, a lake of semen on top for her to see and smell in the embarrassing, bright light of morning. It would be a novel kind of wake-up call.

In Chapter Seven, Matt discovers his mother is a talented photographer – of herself. Also, an intimate pool party goes to extremes.

Chapter Eight — Home Photography and a Pool Party

The next morning was the day of Matt's graduation. Janice opened her big eyes, barely awake and not remembering the night before. Then she simultaneously saw and smelled her panties. She pulled them to her and last night's events returned to her memory in a flood of feelings and scenes. She flushed, deeply ashamed of the shocking behavior but already feeling aroused by the memories. She had seen an entirely new side of her commanding son, that of a controlling boy who was willing to punish her for bad behavior. And she had deserved punishment. Her nipples hardened at the memory of the pain he'd inflicted on them. She wondered how the pain would feel again if she were not on a painkiller, as she'd been last night.