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After a while, Lisa speaks up. "Alright, time to get up. We have things to do."

You don't disagree, but you don't get up right away. After a minute, she pokes you in the side, eliciting a giggle from you. You reluctantly move and get up, stretching your body.

"I'm gonna get a snack," Lisa says, "I'd ask, but I have a feeling you'd say no."

"Probably," you reply with a grin.

"Yeah, didn't think so." She rolls her eyes. "Anyway, I'll need to make a phone call afterward. It's about work and it might take a while. You can hang out here or watch tv or something. I'll probably be done by 5 PM."

"Okay," you say. "Sounds good."

She gives you a quick kiss before leaving the living room. You hear her walk into the kitchen and open the fridge. You pick up the laptop and check your email and social media, looking for anything interesting. While you're doing that, Lisa returns with a bowl of fruit and yogurt. She sits next to you, eating her snack slowly, staring at the screen.

"Anything interesting?" she asks after a couple of minutes.

"Nope," you say, "just some spam and a few boring news stories."

"Figures." She shrugs and goes back to eating.

After finishing her snack, Lisa gets up and grabs her cell phone, walking to another room. You hear her talking, but not what she's saying, so you just keep browsing the internet. After recent events, it all seems so mundane and unimportant. The people on social media, boys and girls, all so **** for attention and validation. Their tanned skins and appealing curves. Their bright smiles. How can they measure their value against your mother's huge cock, her firm ass, her perfect breasts?

They are nothing compared to her.

You actually follow up with a glance in your porn bookmarks (labeled 'Homework') to see if there's anything that would catch your interest, but nothing jumps out at you. The women, while objectively attractive, seem less than appetizing when compared to your mother. The men that get pounded by hard dicks look more like prey than anything else. Their moans sound fake, their reactions exaggerated. Even videos that sat firmly on top of your favorite list suddenly feel shallow and unsatisfying.

You go from video to video, trying to find out what you used to enjoy. You start to notice that you're not really getting aroused by any of them.

As you're looking at one such video, a highly popular one in fact, you suddenly notice how you don't hear your mother on the phone anymore. You glance around, but you can't spot her. Then, you suddenly feel a tingle run down your spine, and the hairs on the back of your neck stand up.

You know where she is.

"My my, that woman has a nice cock, wouldn't you agree?"

You turn around and see Lisa standing behind you. She's still naked, wearing only her glasses and a grin. She has the smug expression of a cat that just stole an entire fish.

"I... uhm," you stammer, your voice one octave higher than normal. "Yeah, I guess."

"And that lad looks young enough to be her son," Lisa muses, leaning in to read the description. "'Hung mother catches her 18-year-old twink son wearing her panties'. Interesting. It's quite a scene."

"Yeah," you say, swallowing nervously. "Sure is."

"Mmmmmm. I didn't realize that I raised such a naughty boy. Did you masturbate to this?"

"No," you reply, your voice cracking.

"Oh? Not even once?"

"Well," you say, blushing, "maybe once or twice."

Lisa smirks and places her hand on your shoulder. "So, tell me," she says, "is she hotter than me? Or do I have nothing to worry about?"

"She's..." You hesitate, awkwardly speaking over the porn noises. "She's cute, I guess. But you're much prettier."

"You flatter me." She squeezes your shoulder. "But I want to hear what you really think. Is it the ****? Did you perhaps have a mommy fetish? Fantasizing about your old lady stretching your cute hole to its limits?"

You nod, blushing furiously.

"Oooooooooh, well now," Lisa purrs, putting her chin on your shoulder, eyes still on the screen. "This is very interesting. What did you think about when you jerked off to this?"

"Uhm, well," you say, trying to speak through the nervousness. "I would mostly imagine you doing those things. Y'know, like in the video. Except without the underwear."

"Is that right?" Lisa bites your earlobe gently, eliciting a shudder from you. "And what else? What were you thinking of?"

"I uhm... I also imagined you fucking my throat raw with your dick." You lick your lips. "And stuffing my ass full of your huge cock, after I dropped a glass or something in the kitchen."

"Aaaaaaah," Lisa purrs into your ear, "Such a horny boy. And here I thought I had raised you so well. A proper gentleman. So, why didn't you tell me? We could have had all this fun much sooner."

"I don't know," you mumble, looking away. "It just never came up. I guess I was ashamed."

Lisa swiftly moves around the couch and sits down next to you. She reaches forward and pauses the video, then turns to you, her eyes intent.

"Doug, you don't have to be ashamed around me. It's okay. I am not judging you. If anything, I'm flattered. I love that you find me so attractive."

You nod slowly, staring at the paused video. "Okay," you say softly.

"Good," Lisa says, kissing you on the cheek. "You youngsters don't even realize how lucky you are. My generation didn't have the luxury of just opening our laptop and browsing for porn whenever we wanted to. We had to make do with underwear catalogs, books, and magazines. So, I'm curious to learn. What's this? 'Pornhub'? What's that?"

You laugh nervously, but you can't help but smile. "It's a website for porn videos. You can choose whatever you like and it'll play for you."

"Like the one you were watching?" she asks.

"Yeah, that's an example. You can also search for certain content, like a certain genre or fetish or whatever. Or you can browse the categories, if you want to see what's new or popular."

"What are your favorites?" Lisa asks, her fingers caressing your knee.

You bite your lip and glance at her, then back at the screen. "Well, you already know about the momcest thing." You feel a flush on your cheeks. "I also like big dicks. Like, really big dicks. Really big balls too, and the loads of cum that they produce. And gangbangs. And-" You hesitate again. "And chastity cages."

Lisa leans in closer, her eyes glinting with curiosity. "Oh? Chastity cages? What's that?"

"Basically, you lock a guy's cock and balls in a metal cage so he can't get hard anymore. The only time he can get an erection is when he gets taken out of the cage. And when he's locked up, he's helplessly horny and all he can do is beg to get fucked." You lick your lips. "It's not necessarily a submissive thing - although it can be - but more a statement of preference. Proving to everybody that you treat your ass, not your dick, as your preferred sexual organ."

"Ooooooooooooh," Lisa breathes. "That means he would only be able to cum through his ass, right? With a nice, fat dick up his butt?"

"Yes," you whisper, blushing furiously. "He could never take care of his own needs. Not unless someone took pity on him and gave him a good fucking."

"Mmmmmm," Lisa moans, stroking your thigh harder now. "To surrender control like that... That sounds so hot. Who doesn't love the concept of making a man orgasm just by using his ass? He doesn't have to think about anything else, he just has to focus on taking my cock."

"Exactly!" you exclaim. "It's so much better than just jerking off. You can use your ass to pleasure your lover, and they can use their dick to pleasure you."

"Yes, yes," Lisa says, closing her eyes. Her cock has gotten quite hard during your conversation, and it's now sticking up in the air, its length easily visible. "So, tell me, Doug. How often did you imagine me locking your cute little penis into a chastity cage?"

"More than I'd like to admit," you say, licking your lips.

"I see," Lisa says, opening her eyes again. "And I bet you fantasized about me having sex with you while you were locked up, didn't you? Lying on your back, legs spread, getting your seed fucked out of you while I used your butt for my pleasure?"

"Yeah," you reply, glancing at her cock. "I did. A lot."

"Well, then," Lisa says, moving closer to you. "Why don't we try that out?"

Your eyes widen in surprise. "What? Now?"

"Why not?" Lisa smiles. "It sounds exciting! I am up for it, if you are."

You look at her, your mind racing with different possibilities. Finally, you reach down and wrap your hand around her hard cock. It's warm and velvety soft, and you feel a surge of arousal rush through your body.

"Okay," you whisper.