Come to Mommy

So far, all the punishments and orders you had gotten Mom to do were mainly focused on embarrassing her and making sure that she saw you as something other than her son, but with everything that had happened so far and the fact that you had gotten her so close to cumming, made you think she would be a bit more open to having the punishment include you in a more active role.

Making her strip and spanking her was still an option that you wanted to continue in the future mind you, and it might have just been your own horniness making this decision for you but you really wanted her to bring you to an orgasm. Still, you phrased it as if giving her the illusion of choice when you knew for sure which option she would pick.

Moving from where you were stood behind her, you placed yourself in front of her before sitting back down on the side of your bed, letting your hands lazily rest on your lap. Mom stayed where she was in the centre of the room and nervously awaited for you to reveal what was gonna happen next.

“Let’s go with two options. Option one, since you didn’t even attempt to stick up for Lucy at dinner, I’ll give you a chance to redeem yourself. You can go to her room right now and apologise to her face, as long as you do it wearing exactly what you're wearing right now” you revealed, grinning as Mom gave a nervous glance towards the pile of her clothes she had placed near the door.

“I thought you said the punishments would only be in your room? I can’t go outside like this” Mom questioned, bringing up a rule you probably would have forgotten if not for your earlier brainstorming.

“Well if you can’t be bothered walking down the corridor to apologise to your own daughter then I can get her to come here to see you for herself. It wouldn’t be as good of an apology if we did it that way, would it?” you taunted, getting silence from Mom as you listed the other option

“Otherwise we will go with the punishment that's more for my own benefit than Lucy’s. All you have to do is get me to cum” you said, watching Mom's eyes go wide before you continued.

“I’m not gonna tell you to do a certain act, just do whatever you think is necessary, or easiest if you can’t make up your mind but it's gonna have to be all you” you explained, not getting any massive reaction from Mom as she continued to stare at you in silence.

You waited for her to make the first move and sat there casually on the bed as if you had all the time in the world. The idea of her apologising to Lucy completely naked was a bit of a turn on, but you knew that there was never a chance that she would choose that option. The question that you believed to be floating around in her head at the moment was probably how she was going to do this with the least amount of embarrassment possible.

The silence eventually started to get to you as you contemplated if you had pushed her too far too quickly, but before you let your worry appear in your expression, Mom finally started coming towards you.

“Can you give me a pillow?” she asked, hiding her true feelings behind a monotone voice just like you attempted to do. You grabbed the pillow nearest to you at the head of your bed and passed it to her, wondering how she was planning to take care of you. Without missing a beat, she bent over in front of you, placing the pillow on the floor between your legs and giving you an excellent view of her cleavage as she did so. Just as quickly, she sank to her knees using the pillow as a cushion against the hardwood floor and looked up to meet your eye before turning away when she met your gaze.

Her hands landed on your knees and although she anxiously moved them closer to your zipper, you were starting to get nervous now that Mom was so close to seeing your dick up close. You were as hard as you’d thought you’d ever been and it seemed that Mom felt you straightening against your jeans as her hands ran across your cock.

The zipper slowly came undone and to avoid any unnecessary fidgeting, you placed your hands into the waistband of your boxers and pulled them down alongside your jeans. Mom’s face filled with surprise as if she hadn’t expected to see something of that size so close in front of her and some of the earlier nervousness that you felt vanished when you saw her reaction.

“I would have thought you got a good enough look when you spied on me last time?” you remarked, trying to break some of the tension that had filled the room.

“I just didn’t expect it to be as… anyway for the last time I wasn’t spying on you and you know that for a fact” she replied, cutting herself off before she boosted your ego even further.

You pushed your jeans further down your legs, leaving your erection out in the open with nothing left to hide it. Mom swallowed nervously and unconsciously stared at it until you couldn’t help but flex your muscle, causing it to twitch in front of her. That seemed to break her out of her thoughts which only worsened the blush on her face as she sat eye level with your penis in front of her.

You were in no mood to rush her and it was probably in your best interest for her to take her time, giving you an opportunity to calm yourself before the real action started. Sooner than you expected, Mom reached out and took your member in her hand. She gave a few cautious strokes, feeling you twitch and pulse within her grasp as she got more comfortable with the position she was in.

The feeling of her hand wasn’t mind-blowing in of itself but the fact that your own mother was the one jerking you off, made it seem like nothing else mattered in the world. You hoped this would be the first of many, and if she kept on jerking you off, it only meant that the KDK would slowly increase her submission until you didn’t even have to tell her to do it.

Her casual and almost mechanical way of stroking you up and down meant that you were gonna last longer than you were expecting, but you couldn’t help but want to convince her to do a more enjoyable job. It would mean fewer seconds for the KDK and which in turn would be bad for the long term but in the short term, you really wanted Mom to give you a better handjob than this.

“You do realise that half-assing this is only gonna prolong the inevitable. You're gonna have to make me cum eventually and the longer you take to do so, the more likely it is that someone is gonna come looking for one of us” you said, trying to motivate her in a way that she would actually care about. You knew that her image in the family was something she wanted to keep maintained, especially in front of Lucy and Sarah.

Mom stopped her hand and gave you a stern look while she pondered what to do. In your mind, she should have carried on with her stroking while she came up with an idea but you weren't about to tell her that You wanted to avoid giving her any tips like you had done when Sarah was in a similar position, and leave it up to her own imagination to find a way to get her son off.