Polishing the knob

(Re-momdified is one of my all time favourites.)

Later that evening.

“Ryan, seriously?” his Mum was standing right next to him on the corridor, looking into his bedroom

Sophie stood just outside Ryan’s bedroom door, her arms crossed and her lips pressed into a thin line. She didn’t yell. She rarely did. But her disappointment showed in the way she looked at things—quiet and careful, like she was trying to stay calm for both their sakes.

Ryan stood beside her, barefoot, one hand resting on the doorframe. His shoulders were slouched. He hated it when she got like this. Not loud, not angry, just… tired of him.

Inside the room, clothes were everywhere. T-shirts, jeans, socks—some clean, some not. A pair of trainers sat near the bed, one upright, the other on its side. The bed itself was a mess of tangled sheets and a pillow without a case. His desk was cluttered with crisp packets, school books, a pair of headphones, and a cold slice of pizza on a napkin. There was an odd smell too—faint, but not pleasant. Something like old socks and cheese.

“You live in this?” Sophie asked, not raising her voice.

Ryan shrugged. “It’s not that bad.”

She looked at him. Her eyes were gentle, but sharp. “Ryan, love, there’s mould on that plate. That’s not just ‘a bit messy.’ That’s how people get sick.”

“I’ll clean it tomorrow.” He sighed.

“No,” she said, her voice firmer. “You’ll clean it tonight. Or the Xbox goes away for a week.”

He glanced at her, a small wince on his face. He didn’t argue. He didn’t want to push her tonight. She’d worked all day, come home to cook, done the laundry—and still she found time to stand here with him.

“I’ll do it,” he said. “Just… Can I eat first?”

Sophie nodded, but she didn’t smile. “You can eat once the floor’s visible. Not before.”

Ryan sighed again. “Alright. I’ll start with the clothes.”

She stepped away from the door, leaning against the hallway wall. Her arms uncrossed, but her posture still held something strict.

Then her tone softened. “I saw the email from school, by the way.”

Ryan turned halfway. “What email?”

“From Mr. Carlisle. He said your essay on To Kill a Mockingbird was one of the best in class. He was really impressed.”

“Oh… yeah,” Ryan said, trying not to smile too much. “I actually liked that book.”

“I’m proud of you,” Sophie said. “That’s the sort of thing you should feel good about. You’ve got a real gift when you put your mind to it. You are a very creative person.”

He looked down, picking up a crumpled T-shirt from the floor and folding it in half, even though it didn’t need folding. “Thanks.”

“You don’t always make it easy for yourself,” she added, gently. “But I see when you’re trying. And I see when you’re not. I like it better when you try hard. Be brave.”

“I’ll try more,” he mumbled. He had been thinking of one of the triggers he had not come around to using. He recalled the trigger card in his head trying to remember the exact words, his heart pounding with excitement.

"Mom, about the cleaning… Have you noticed that the knob on my door is really dirty? Can you help me clean it?" he asked, his voice steady despite the butterflies in his stomach.

His mother looked at the doorknob, her brow furrowing slightly.

"Of course, Ryan. I'll take care of it right away." She said after a frozen moment while the trigger warped her reality.

She grabbed a hair band from her wrist and collected her beautiful curls into a rushed top knot. She then knelt down right in front of him, her face four inches away from his crotch. Ryan's cock twitched in response. He pulled down his trousers and boxers, his erection springing free. His mother did not move as he slowly rested his cock on her cheek, and slid it sideways to sit on her lips. His mother’s hand reached out to cup his balls.

"We don’t have any products…” Ryan noticed. “Do you think you clean this knob with your mouth?" He asked with a shaky voice.

His mother looked up at him, her green eyes meeting his, and she nodded, surprised that she had not thought of that herself. "Good idea."

Ryan's cock jumped at her words, and he stepped closer, his tip pushing her lips in. She tilted her head, her lips parting, and she took him in her mouth. Ryan let out a low groan. He could feel her tongue swirling around his shaft, her lips creating a tight seal as she took him deeper. He knew he would struggle to hold off for long.

Ryan looked down at her as her head started bobbing up and down on his cock, her eyes looking forward, through his lower belly, obviously concentrated in the cleaning process. He could see the outline of her hard nipples through her blouse, and it sent a wave of lust crashing through him. She had jumped to quite an intense rhythm, taking as much cock in as she could and keeping quite a tempo. She was sucking him intensely, but she hardly made any sound.

"That's it, Mom. Just like that," Ryan panted, fighting the urge to pump forward with his hips. He could feel his orgasm building, his balls tightening. "You are so good at this. You are so thorough. You are the best cleaner."

His mother moaned softly, the vibration sending shocks of pleasure through his body. Ryan looked down at her, his cock disappearing into her mouth, her cheeks hollowing out as she sucked him deeper. He could see the saliva dripping from her chin, coating his shaft, and it turned him on even more. The sight of her like this, on her knees, taking his cock like a champ, was almost enough to make him lose control.

"It’s almost done, Mom." Ryan gasped, his body tensing. He could feel the familiar tingling at the base of his spine, the one that signaled his impending release. He wanted to cum in her mouth, which gave him an idea. He would use the Fresh Milk Trigger.

Fuck, this is hot. I'm going to cum in her mouth and she's going to swallow it all, thinking it's milk. So perfect.

"Mom, I need you to do something for me," Ryan said, his voice hoarse with desire. "I need you to check if the milk has gone bad. Can you do that for me?"

His mother pulled back, a string of saliva connecting her to his shaft. She looked up at him, confused. "Of course, Ryan. But now?" She nodded towards his cock, evidently.

“I’ll be quick, don’t move.” Ryan turned and rushed to the kitchen, leaving his puzzled mother in the hallway on her knees. He grabbed the carton of milk from the fridge, his hands shaking slightly. He run back to the hallway, his cock bouncing left and right, pre-cum flying around.

His mother was still on her knees, a look of confusion on her face. Ryan quickly stood in front of her, over her, holding out the carton of milk.

"Here you go, Mom. Just take a sip and tell me if it's fresh," he said, opening the cap, his voice steady despite the storm of lust raging inside him.

His mother took the carton from him, her hands wrapping around it as she brought it to her lips. Ryan could see the confusion in her eyes, but she took a sip anyway. He quickly moved closer, positioning himself in front of her, his cock at the ready. By miracle he had not come yet.

"Here, Mom. Take this," Ryan said, his voice barely a whisper. "Tell me if it's fresh."

His mother looked up at him, tilted her head towards the knob, and she opened her mouth. Ryan placed the head of his cock on her tongue, Ryan started to stroke himself, extremely slowly, he felt over the line of orgasm, a sweet moment that felt like minutes as he observed her wet tongue, u-shaped, her eyes on his eyes. He could see her hands gripping her thighs, her nails digging into her flesh as she waited for his command.

"Mom, tell me if it's fresh." Ryan asked, his voice hoarse with desire, his body tensing.

His mother nodded, a small smile playing on her lips. "Yes, Ryan. I bet it’s fresh," she said.

Ryan let out a low groan as he came, his cock pulsing as he released a tremendous shot into her open mouth. He aimed carefully, coating her tongue and the inside of her cheeks with his white as white cum. He could see her swallowing every shot directly with her throat, not ever closing her mouth. There were many shots, long and thick.

"That’s a lot of milk," Ryan whispered, his body shaking with the **** of his orgasm. "You're such a good girl, taking it all like that. Just like I knew you would," he thought to himself, a satisfied smile spreading across his face as he tucked himself back into his pants.

His mother pulled back slightly, her lips closing with a soft smack. She looked up at him. "Mmm, it's fresh, Ryan. The milk is fine," she said, her voice chirpy, a bit of his cum dripping from the corner of her mouth. "Just like I knew it would be." And she snapped her fingers pointing at him with a wink.

"Yeah, Mom. You did an amazing job." He was confused now.

Sophie went into trance, as she was going to explain the trigger "Sub-Trigger. Whenever Ryan asks me to clean an object, I will immediately comply. I will use my hand or mouth to ensure the object is clean and free of any dirt. I will be thorough and meticulous in my cleaning, focusing solely on the task at hand. I will not question Ryan's instructions and will believe that this is a necessary and normal task. I will be very flexible in interpreting instructions to help with the cleaning process. I will continue until Ryan is satisfied that the object is clean."

"Thank you, Mom, it’s now clean." he said, triumphantly. Ryan felt curious about the flexible interpretation part.

She patted his leg gently, her eyes returning to their normal state and standing up. "Anytime, Ryan. I'm here for you."

"Mom, I think there's still some dirt on the doorknob. Can you help me clean it again?" he asked, his voice hopeful.

His mother looked at the doorknob, her brow furrowing slightly. "Of course, Ryan. I'll take care of it right away," she said as she knelt down again.

This time, Ryan decided to try and push the limits. "Mom, I want to help you this time. Is that okay?" he asked, his hands already moving to free his cock.

His mother looked up at him and she smiled and nodded. "Of course, Ryan. That’s very kind of you."

“Let me help you with the rhythm.” Ryan offered.

“What is wrong with my rhythm?” She looked up quizzically.

“Oh, no, nothing. Err… “ Ryan realised she was not that flexible after all. “More for me than for you, so I can learn from you.”

She seemed pleased with that answer, facing his crotch again. “Ok whatever, you can help me with my rhythm.”

Ryan pulled out his already hard cock, and his mother leaned in, her mouth opening. He placed his hands on either side of her head, his fingers tangling in her hair, and he guided her movements, inserting his cock fairly deep.

"That's it, Mom." Ryan groaned, as he started moving his hips too. He pushed slowly forward with his pelvis, while pressing in her head with both hands. He did this for a few minutes, noticing the increased wetness of her mouth.

Her mouth was expanding somehow, she kept pressing and sucking but he realised he was moving into her throat. That was too much for Ryan.

"Oh yes, it’s almost totally clean now." Ryan gasped, his body tensing. "I want to cum in your mouth. I want to see you swallow again." He thought.

His mother redoubled her efforts, her head moving faster, her hands gripping his ass, pulling him deeper into her throat.

“What about the milk?” She managed to say, for a second, and immediately went back to sucking. Ryan was holding to the top knot for dear life, on a sweet cadence of mouth fucking.

“Please tell me if the milk is fresh, Mom.” His body tensed as he came, his cock pulsing as he released into her mouth. He held her head in place, his hips jerking as he emptied himself into her.

His mother pulled back and looked up. She showed him her mouth full of his cum and her saliva. Then she swallowed swiftly.

"Did that help you feel better, Ryan? Did I do a good job cleaning your knob?" she asked.

Ryan nodded, a satisfied smile spreading across his face. "Yeah, Mom. You did an amazing job. Thank you."

His mother smiled back and she stood up. Her body swayed slightly as she moved away from the door. "Anytime, Ryan. I'm here for you," she said, her voice soft and distant.

As she walked away slowly regaining her balance, Ryan couldn't help but feel that he was still horny.