Look, but don't touch. All night long.

Anne didn't tell James what his punishment was going to be. For now, his mind still clouded by lust and arousal, he cleaned the mess he had made while Anne cleaned herself. After almost two hours of rest, of course. Which meant that his cum had begun to dry, so maybe that was the punishment? It was harder to clean now... As he was working, James was dimly aware that Anne was doing stuff around the house, even that someone rang the doorbell and Anne opened it, some friendly smalltalk, a teasing laugh, but James couldn't make out any details. Was it even necessary? He was his mother's fucktoy, after all. He was for fucking, for teasing, for lustfully tormenting, not for eavesdropping whatever his mistre-- mother was doing.

With his oversized equipment up- and downstairs and with his newly swollen nuts, it wasn't like James was good for much else. Too slow and ponderous was he, and it took forever to clean up the mess he had made, even with a good part of it getting stuck on Anne. James couldn't bend over, or his tits would have pulled him down to the floor. He couldn't walk properly, having to shuffle in an awkward, bowlegged stance. When he passed his mother in the hallway, who was carrying a large cardboard box towards the sun room, she gave him a teasing smile that made it clear how ridiculous James looked, struggling with something as simple as cleaning. And even that made him shudder erotically, nipples and shaft pulsing.

When James was finally done, he found his mother standing in the door of the large bath adjoining the sun room where he had dumped the cleaning water. Only she was no longer wearing the fitness instructor outfit, having traded it for a negligee that was so thin James could see everything. His mother's plump nipples stood at attention, proudly erect under the sheer fabric, the soft pouch of Anne's stomach just as visible as what lay beneath - the very pussy that had birthed James, crowned by a neatly trimmed patch of pubic hair. Surrounding it where Anne's soft, voluminous thighs, smooth and creamy and completely nude from where the negligee ended a third of the way to her knees. She looked stunning, sexy, desirable, a far cry from the professional, pantsuit wearing ice queen James knew his mother as.

"Bwuh... bah..."

"What, has Mommy's little fucktoy lost the ability to speak?" Anne chuckled and let her hands run over her curves, starting at the swell of her breasts and sensually caressing herself down to the insides of her thighs. "Do I impress you that much, little pervert? Are you really that helplessly infatuated with Mommy's body?"

"Ye-yes, Mommy!" James could feel his lust rise again. Oh, how he longed to dive between his mother's legs, worship her pussy and finally fill it with his enormous, torso-length rod. Involuntarily stumbling forwards, James stammered on. "You're so hot, so sexy, so... I wanna fuck you so bad, Mommy, suck your tits, empty my nuts into you, I..."

"Ah-ah-ah~, little pervert..." Taking a step back for every step James made, Anne smiled - warm, but with a dominant edge. "You're still getting punished for not warning Momme earlier. You don't get to touch me until I say so, and no amount of sweet-talking will change that. In fact, I have ordered a few things by express that will help, both with your punishment and your training. It is high time you learned some self-control."

And as it turned out, the 'things' Anne had ordered were of a rather... specific nature. She had walked into the master bedroom, and James had followed, arriving minutes after her due to the lewd luggage he was carrying with him.
"Now, little pervert, you will be sleeping in the master bed room tonight." Anne held up a hand as James gasped with a huge grin; this was supposed to be a punishment, right?! "And yes, even in the same bed as me. But don't mistake that for a reward. You have done nothing yet that warrants something like a reward. You showed promise, only to immediately screw it up again."

"Y-yes, Mommy..." James deflated a little - he should have known it was too good to be true. Then again, who knew what exciting punishment Anne was planning.

"Oh, don't look like a huge-dicked, big-breasted beaten puppy, my little pervert. I'm doing this because I believe in what you can achieve with the right... motivation. Now, lay down on the bed, you nasty boy!"

James scrambled to follow the barked command and climbed onto the bed, at least as much as he was able to. It was more of a speedy shuffle, and he fell more than he climbed, jostling his gargantuan nuts and half-hard shaft, breasts quaking even as he rolled onto his back. Panting half with exertion and half with excitement, he stared up at his mother - who actually smiled down at him warmly.

"I see you at least want to make up for your earlier blunder. Now, little pervert, you better be ready for what comes next."

Turning around, Anne began to rifle through the package she had been carrying earlier, presenting her incredible behind to James. Plump and round and juicy, it seemed to hypnotize him, call out to just jump up and bury his face between the cheeks - but there were two reasons James didn't. One, his mother hadn't ordered him to. As a loyal fucktoy, he had to obey. And two... he wasn't exactly able to jump up or move fast in any way with all the extra weight. So he stayed where he was, and when Anne straightened again and turned towards James on the bed, his eyes bugged.

"I knew you would like these." Still smiling, this time more sinister than warm, Anne pulled the chains between the four sets of handcuffs taut, the fluffy fur around them that was designed to make them comfortable to wear waving lightly in the air. "Now, hands above your head and legs as straight as you can with these ridiculous balls, nasty boy!"

Again, James obeyed without question or hesitation. His orgasmic control was seriously lacking, but his obedience was already top-notch. Anne started at her fucktoy offspring's ankles; first, the handcuffs clicked closed around the left, snug but not uncomfortably tight, then the right ankle. A pull jostled James body as Anne pulled the other ends of the handcuffs towards he bed frame, another two clicks - and James found he could barely move his splayed legs. Walking up towards James' head, Anne clicked the other two sets of handcuffs together playfully.

"I am already enjoying this immensely, my little fucktoy. Oh, what fun!" Click, click, went the handcuffs, and James was now laying spreadeagled on the side of the bed that was normally occupied by his father. Good thing Edward was on a business trip... "Now you are ready for the night, my lovely little fucktoy. I hope you enjoy your punishment..."

Leaning over James, her plump breasts brushing against his arm, Anne gave her son a gentle kiss on the forehead before she walked around the bed and laid down herself, sighing contentedly and closed her eyes. James meanwhile twisted his head to devour her curves with his eyes. He hadn't seen Anne naked that often, but he was reasonably sure that she'd never been quite this voluptuous. And it was all his to admire as his member throbbed and swelled. This was heaven.

This was hell. His mother's exquisite, soft breasts. Her thick, inviting thighs. Her plump, wet pussy. Everything was right there, inches away from him. And he could not move even one of them to touch Anne. James could not even roll onto his side to rub his pulsing, erect shaft against his mother wherever he could reach. Anne had made sure of that with the way she'd shackled him. And sleeping? Out of the question with his throbbing erection, his mounting frustration, his **** need to fuck!Anne rolled over in her sleep, moaning softly, the fingers of her right hand brushing only just against James' arm. He could look right into her cleavage, that inviting, soft valley that promised untold hours of pleasure if James could just move! His mother's fat nipples puckered and engorged, a lewd sigh escaping her as she rubbed her thighs against each other... clearly she was having a most enjoyable dream. Moaning and kissy noises followed, and James struggled against his restraints - he wanted to get free, had to get free, give in to the urges threatening to rob him of his sanity, stuff his unbearable sexy mother full of cock.

But despite everything, even with the first drops of pre beginning to bubble out of his swollen glans, James didn't dare to raise his voice. If he woke Anne up, this punishment was going to be a cakewalk compared to what she would cook up for James. Tears of frustration started to form in his eyes, but James kept quiet except for his panting breaths, shaft straining towards the ceiling, nipples doing their best to follow its example as they throbbed atop James heaving bosom.

This was going to be a long, lustful night.