Go out to shop and have dinner."

"Lets go out to shop and have dinner," Mommy says.

Out, you think. But I'm...

"Right now?" You ask, nervous.

"Of course, honey. It's getting close to dinner time, and we need to get you a proper jacket." Mommy stops, and purses her lips. "Is there something wrong?"

You think for a few seconds.

"Of course not, mommy," You honestly answer. "I'm just embarrassed about, you now, going outside like this for the first time."

Mommy smiles kindly. "That's natural, honey. But don't worry, you'll be okay."

Of course I will, you think to yourself. Mommy likes me like this, so this is how I'm supposed to be.

"Will Sarah and Crystal be coming with us?" You ask.

"No. Sarah called me to say that she's playing with one of her friend's boytoys, so she's eating at her house, and Crystal needs some time alone."

You nod, pleased.

"Okay then, I'm going to go get cleaned up and ready to go. Please clean up this little spill here," She points at the couch. While most of her errant jizz ended up on you, some splattered on the couch.

"Yes, mommy," You reply, before setting to work licking the stains.

Soon enough, you are done and mommy is ready. You scratch the stray bits of fabric from your tongue and stand, also ready. With a frown, mommy glances at you.

"While I like you covered in my cum, it's probably a good idea to clean up before we go out, honey."

You frown, glancing at your messy arms. You stretch to look at your back, seeing dried globs and streaks of cum coating you. You lick around your lips, and taste that familiar flavour. You'd forgotten about being coated, as being covered in mommy's love just felt so natural.

"Do I have to wipe it off?" You ask without thinking, slightly disappointed.

Mommy smirks at that natural, completely unplanned display of submission. She looks thoughtful for a second. "Yes," She answers. "This time."

You understandingly nod before walking to the bathroom. Turning the tap, you jump into the shower and quickly scrub yourself clean. You dry yourself quickly, and by habit reach for your underwear. Oh yeah. With a smirk, you walk from the bathroom, swaying your hips a little. You feel really good right now.

Re-entering the living room, you find mommy checking her watch. She looks up at you and smiles, stealing a glance at your saucy walking. "Just in time. We'll easily make the bus."

"The bus?" You respond, tilting your head. "Why not take the car?"

She playfully slaps your shoulder. "Silly, I'm showing you off today. Why would we take the car?"

You nod, understanding.

"Okay, lets go!" She exclaims with girlish glee, standing. You quickly head out, mommy stopping to put on a nice pair of heels, while you quickly slip on your sandals. Mommy exits the house, walking down the path to the sidewalk. Halfway there, she turns to see you still haven't left the house. "Come on, dear. We don't want to miss the bus," She says, entirely too loud. From inside the house, you can see several people outside turning to look, curious about the noise.

This is it, you tell yourself. The last step in making everyone know. You are shaking tremendously. As you go to take the first step out the door, however, something takes you to your knees. Gasping, you catch yourself, flushing furiously.

"Honey?" Mommy says, hurrying over to you with concern filling her eyes. "Are you all right? Did I push you too hard today?"

She drops to her knees beside you, and tilting your head up, she immediately sees the issue.

You have never been more aroused in your entire life. Earlier, your dick poked at the cage tenderly, and it was almost painful, enough to make you gasp. Right now, your dick was violently fighting to become erect, painfully and fruitlessly shoving into the unyielding cage as pre-cum struggling to trickle through it's constricted path. Your balls throbbed, on the verge of spontaneously ejaculating. The only thing stopping you was the edge digging into the base of your balls, your confused dick undoing it's own desire.

"Oh my," Mommy mutters, with an amused titter. "You are full of surprises today," She continues, as she does something with her phone.

"Mommy," You gasp. "Why am I..."

"Isn't it obvious, honey? You love being my fucktoy so much that you could cum just from the knowledge that other people know," She whispers in your ear, each silky syllable forcing your dick to throb with renewed strength.

"Really?" You mutter between gasps. You aren't in a position to comprehend her words, but you like the sound of her saying them. You bet she's right.

"Come lay on the grass, dear. It'll cool you down," She softly tells you, putting her hand on your shoulder.

Okay, you deliriously think. Mommy knows best. Uhh MOMMY! You clench your teeth, the mere though of your mother nearly enough to tip you over the edge. I'm so close! Why can't I! Ahhh!

Faintly, you're aware of mommy moving you out on the lawn. You're also partially aware of people standing nearby, watching with concern. Soon, that concern turns to shock. Whispers and shocked gasps surround you, but you only faintly recognize it. You can only concentrate on mommy's touch, her touch bringing you so close. Your balls are burning, twitching desperately. Your cock is slamming into the cage furiously. Your reason is slipping away. You don't know how long you're there, but you're aware of mommy's hand on your thigh. That makes your dick fight even stronger.

"Is this..." You faintly hear an unfamiliar voice over the general rabble. It's very close.

"Yes, he.... Are the...." You hear, closer. Sounds familiar. Like mommy. MOMMY!

You groan harder, thrusting your hips at nothing, boyparts screaming.

"Yes. Ohhh... too soon, it..." That other voice.

"Faster than.... Thanks for... notice." Mommy? YESS AUUUUUHH!

"Never..... firsthand...." Stranger. Shut up. Shut up shut up don't talk to mo-MOMMYYYY!

"First...... area..... years of....." AAAAHHHHH!

"Court witness.... Of devil..... Interrupt dinner, special......" QUIET QUIET I NEED TO HEAR MOMMY!

".... Pleasure.... In his place....." Who?

"So we're..... go?" SOOOO CLOOOOOSE!

"Proceed, ma'am."

You're mind is white. You hear, but don't understand. All your being, everything you understand, is your lust, your pain, your need. You can't. You don't. You just need. Something, anything.

A hand touches your shoulder. "Honey?" It's-!

HNNNNNNNNNGGHHH

"Dear, please listen to me. Try to think. Can you?"

THINK? THINK THINK WHAT IS THINK I JUST. Your whirring mind stops. Something compels you to stop. To focus. You can now. You can because she wants you to.

Gasping, you mutter, trying to ignore your groin. "Yes, mommy."

"Good boy. I need to tell you something."

You focus all your being on listening. "Okay."

"Honey, I'm a bad mommy. I haven't been honest with you. About many things."

You listen to those words, unperturbed. She feels she did something bad to you, but you disagree. She can say what she wants, do what she wants. You'll accept it all.

"First, there's a special medical condition when a," Mommy stops. One of the other voices says something. That anger swells again, but you hold it. Mommy is talking. You will wait.

"...Okay. Dear, when a boy ingests, ahem, swallows a lot of his mommy's cum, his mind starts to change. When something is suggested to him, he gains whatever urge she desires. After he succumbs, oh, falls, I guess, enough, his body try to fight back. Many boys become rebellious, ah, bad at this point, and try's to go against what she wants. If you let your body win, your mind changes. However, if you give in to mommy, she can control all your urges completely. You can be happy acting like she wants you too. You keep your mind, but your mommy gets to keep you too."

That was a lot to take in. You faintly understand what's going on, but it doesn't make sense. You can only faintly listen as mommy keeps talking.

"You have to fight your body if you want to stay mommy's little fucktoy. Your body wants to cum. Mommy doesn't want you too. If you do, you become your own again. If you don't, I'll keep you forever. Whatever you choose, I'll love you forever."

You kind of understand. You have to choose between personal pleasure and your free will or mommy's pleasure. Except...

"I can't cum, mommy!" You cry, the pleasure purely pain at this point. "It's hurting me!"

"I know, baby. I also lied about that little cage being on you forever, too."

You latch onto that.

"Then take it off! I need it! I NEED IT!"

"I will, but I need you to understand. If you cum, you'll no longer be mine. We'll be mother and son again. If you want to stay with me, you need to resist, to accept what I want. If you do, you'll be mine forever, and you'll never orgasm again. You need to choose, honey."

You feel a pair of hands on your crotch, and feel something click in the base. The cage slips free, the ball punisher drops. Instantly, your dick jumps to full attention, pre-cum flinging out intensely. Your balls throb powerfully, and you feel the orgasm build. Your dick twitches...