Whispered conversation with Rebeccah

Rebeccah turns up the TV volume and pulls the blanket over the two of you.

"I can't believe she put a cage on your penis!" whispers Rebeccah. "It squishes it down so small. Does it hurt?"

Rebeccah carefully probes your caged penis through your pants.

"No, it doesn't hurt. It's not even uncomfortable," you whisper back. "It's just kind of humiliating."

"I know. I'm sorry!" she says. "Mommy is only trying to help you in her own weird way."

"It kind of turns me on in a weird way, though," she whispers. "Knowing you are all locked up and can't even get hard, no matter how much I tease you."

"Really?" you ask, thinking about it. "I guess it turns me on in a weird way too. In fact, I'm getting really turned on right now, and it's just pressing against the end."

You reach down and adjust the cage as it's growing a little uncomfortable as you get hard.

"It's feeling tight now," you say.

"Tell me if it's too painful and I will let Mommy know," says Rebeccah.

"It's fine. It's just a little tight," you say, shaking your head.

"I wonder if you can come, even with the cage on?" asks Rebeccah, resuming her probing, dragging her fingertips across your cage.

You groan quetly, loving the attention.

"I don't know. Maybe. Probably, if I get turned on enough," you say.

Rebeccah leans against you and starts watching TV, her hand continuing to lightly tease your penis through your pants and the cage.

After a time, you are called into the kitchen for dinner. Over Sunday dinner, Rebeccah discusses her coming work week, and how she will have to be sure to get up early. She words as a para-legal for a law firm downtown, and she is working with a team on a big case. You find yourself feeling envious that she will be able to leave the house while you are stuck here with her mother.

After dinner, you and Rebeccah are sent upstairs to get ready for bed, and later, watching a nature show about lions in africa. Rebeccah's mother emerges from the kitchen with two steaming mugs and hands them out. You notice right away, that she is wearing a new robe. It is even more sheer than the one she wore yesterday. It doesn't have a belt around her waist, but is rather tied loosely with some strings at her neckline, leaving the front mostly open.

You allow your eyes to glance over her as you take the mug, and you can see that the panel of her panties is not covered at all and the dark triangle of her trimmed pubic hair lays underneath. As soon as she turns, Rebeccah nudges you and you turn guiltily to see her smirking at you. She reaches over and runs her fingertips over your panties, sending an erotic chill down your spine. Your penis starts to press against the cage again.

You and Rebeccah watch TV while she teases your penis, and her mother reads her book and sips from her glass, and before long, you feel your eyelids getting heavy.

"Sweet Boy, it's time for bed," you hear Rebeccah's mother say.

You are taken upstairs where you are asleep as soon as your head hits the pillow. You feel a cool kiss on your forehead, and you realize as you drift off, that you smell mommy's perfume.