Mom needs supplies

DJ couldn’t stop his body as it wiggled around on his mother’s lap. His hard cock was covered in lacy panties, tight leggings, and was grinding up against his mothers thick thighs. There was something to the feeling of the spankings forcing his ass to wobble as he lay there that was driving his senses through the roof.

“Are you dry humping my leg you nasty little panty wearing pervert?” Jackie pushed DJ off of her lap to watch the feminine boy tumble to the ground. The fall rolled DJ over till he lay on his back, his large fake breasts jiggling around in the animal print halter top he had on.

Looking up, he realized that Jackie now towered over him. Lifting a high heeled boot, she nudged the hardon in his leggings with the toe of it and stared down at him in disgust. “I cannot believe that the only man in this house is pathetic sissy. Look at you.” The toe of the boot rubbed against DJ’s hardon. DJ’s lips parted as he stared up at his mother, his breathing coming quickly. His eyes traveled up her leg and fell on the crotch of her jeans, the skin tight outfit showing just a hint of the outline of his mother’s own sex organ.

Jackie’s eyes tracked down to her son’s face and she saw where he was staring. “My god, you can’t even behave yourself for one moment can you?” Her actions belied the **** that she was shoveling onto her son as she massaged his dick with her expensive boots. DJ’s hips twitched in an effort to attempt to derive even more pleasure from his mother. Feeling her son shift in an attempt to further her ministrations, Jackie stepped away swiftly and picked up her purse.

“Fine, this is what you want? You want to be a cougar milf slut? A cock obsessed sissy whore? Never let it be said I didn’t support my children.” Stalking off she picked up her purse and the purse her son had carried earlier. “Get your girly ass up. We are going shopping.”

DJ scrambled up off the floor at his mother’s order. “Mom, please don’t make me go out like this. I’m telling you I’ve been **** into it.”

Jackie’s raised eyebrow and steely look showed she placed no faith in his words. “Is that so? Did they **** you to dry hump your Mommy’s lap just now? Did they **** you to get turned on by being spanked? Or, are you just a pathetic excuse for a man who needs to be **** along.”

PK’s voice popped up inside DJ’s head. ‘Yep, definitely the last one! She’s way meaner than I expected. Now I’m kinda disappointed the whole family isn’t here!’

Jackie simply turned and left her son with the hypothetical questions she had dropped on him, making her way back out to the garage. DJ heard the car start and knew that if he didn’t follow PK would just take control of his body and **** him to join her. A shake of his head was the only defiance he was able to give as he stepped gingerly into the car.

The pair of beautiful women rode along in silence. DJ was afraid that anything he said would end up twisted to make his situation worse, while Jackie was simply trying to control herself. The one thing she didn’t want DJ to realize was that taking control of him like this was driving her mad with lust. She had always been so careful not to push him towards this life, yet ever since her divorce she had never wanted a boy in the house. She realized then that if he had been honest with her instead of going behind her back she would have been elated at the changes she saw in DJ.

DJ’s looked around as his mother pulled into a parking lot in a part of town that DJ rarely entered. The nondescript business behind them only had a few signs proclaiming it was open, none explaining the name or what it sold. “Come along, honey.” Jackie stepped out of the car and waited for DJ to follow.

As DJ climbed out of the white Mercedes, he looked up and watched as a cop car drove by. The male officer in the car gave a two finger wave to the two curvy milfs that DJ and his mother currently presented to the outside world. Thankfully for DJ, the short and quiet ride had been enough to let his obvious arousal subside, leaving only a bulge that you had to look for to see.

Hurrying to catch up to his mother’s angry stride, DJ followed her into the store and froze upon crossing the threshold. The table a few feet in front of him declared that there was a BOGO sale on butt plugs. The sign’s pithy writing stating that they made the perfect gift. “Mo…. uh, why are we here?” About to call Jackie mom, DJ had stumbled over the word. He worried what people would think about what appeared to be a pair of milfs referring to each other as family.

“Follow along, sister.” Jackie emphasized the last word as she reached out and encircled DJ’s slim wrist with her own. Pulling him towards the back, she passed by the anal plugs, she ignored the selection of dildos and vibrators, leading him back into the darker parts of the shop.

A young man in his mid twenties stepped out and grinned at the two shapely women. “How can I help you ladies?” His lecherous smile and close proximity showed that he would love to get hands on with the pair.

“If I purchase something, do you have somewhere we can… install it?” Jackie asked as she ignored any looks that DJ shot between the two.

“Sure, I can help if need be, but we have a small changing room over there.” He pointed over across the store to an alcove with a small curtain that could be pulled across to cover up most of the visibility to it.

“Excellent. DJ, go to the changing room and wait for me. Now.” Jackie’s tone brooked no backtalk and offered no alternatives.

DJ nodded quietly and made his way towards the curtained area as he heard his mother begin to whisper back and forth with the young man. Stepping up to the area, he looked around to see that he stood near the lingerie section. Various slutty outfits surrounded him on all sides, his eyes naturally drawn towards the women modeling them in the images displayed on the packaging.

PK’s voice popped up in his mind with a delighted voice. ‘Just so you know, this wasn’t my favorite option. But it is VERY popular.’

Turning to make sure his mother couldn’t see him speak, DJ whispered angrily to the entity in his mind. “Fuck you. And what do you mean popular?”

The giggle that responded to him was frustrating in its sheer delight. ‘Oh, you know just the ninety thousand or so views that are being generated by you getting turned into various stages of girly slut. Trust me, it is a lot of fun. And we have some wonderful fans! But they really like this idea so we are going with it.’

DJ tried to understand what PK was telling him but his mind latched onto the concept of people watching this unfold as the entity **** him into the terrible situations he kept experiencing. ‘Nah, but at least fourteen people voted for this outcome.’

Confused by whatever outcome PK meant, DJ managed to miss the sounds of the clerk and his mother approaching. The clerk held a red solo cup in one hand, while his mother carried her purse and a number of solid black plastic bags in the other. Reaching out, Jackie pulled DJ into the changing room, startling him.

Closing the curtain in the clerk's face, she turned to her son and took a breath. “Alright. This is your last chance. Tell me what is going on and why you did this and we can go home. Otherwise, we will need to take a different route.”

DJ tried to speak, he tried to tell her that it was all PK’s fault. Not a single sound came from his mouth. His body wouldn’t respond to his thoughts. Jackie stared at her silent child as he defied her orders. Frustration grew as she waited for his response. The quiet tension stretched between the two.

‘This has got to be hard for you. Or not right now.’ PK giggled then seemed to shrug. ‘Eh, who am I kidding, I like it when you get tortured.’ The entities voice trailed off in DJ’s mind as it turned its attention to the audience. ‘Ok, so do we think Mommy should milk the sissy? Or just let him continue to be full when she cages him?’