Ryan gets help with his tool

‘Operating a tool takes skill and determination, and a good mother will always help without hesitation.’

I am truly exhausted today with all the physical work and the arguments with Mia and Mom. Don't get me wrong, I find this game fascinating and worth every minute of it. It's amazing how much I have achieved with only a handful of triggers, and I'd say I am becoming pretty good at using them.

What wonders lay ahead of me?

The punishment Sub-Trigger is a great addition to the collection. Basically, I can now get away with almost anything. Well, I guess I can. In fact, if you think of it, getting in trouble with Mom is now something to look forward to. I can flip any sour situation into something pleasurable. I just need to be careful not to **** this trigger, as Dad and Mia might get suspicious if I keep getting away with **** every time thanks to Mom.

Be what it may, it is a pretty draining game.

But I am horny as fuck too.

I can't go to bed like this.

I need some sort of closure to this fabulous day.

Mom feeding me her tits was quite an experience. Her nipples are just perfect, plumpy, puffy even. I can still see her driving one big boob with her little hand, pushing it gently and firmly into my mouth while holding the back of my head. This memory, funnily enough, turns me on as much because of the look on her face. She really believed me to be her baby, needing to be punished. The oddity of it all is what really turns me on, especially combined with the normality of her behaviour when she is under a trigger.

I love stealing from her this or that sexual treat.

I just can't get enough of this and here I am again, at the end of the day, sitting on my bed, my cock hard as rock. I walk downstairs to find out whether Mom can help me out.

I step into the sitting room wondering how I can experiment with the tool trigger: ‘Operating a tool takes skill and determination, and a good mother will always help without hesitation’. I can already imagine Mom stroking my cock, showing how skillful and determined she is at extracting my accumulated sperm. I scan the room searching for a tool that resembles a penis. From what I am learning of this game, I can be pretty loose with these things. The TV remote control will work just fine. I grab the long and hard object, meant to fit a hand, and walk into the kitchen, where Mom is pottering about.

"Hey Mom! Are you busy?"

"Ryan. I really don't have time for whatever is that you are plotting." She replies without even looking in my direction.

"But Mom, what's wrong? I thought you had forgiven me for what happened with Mia..." I thought the punishment trigger made her forget about what caused her to be upset in the first place.

She moves slowly and finally looks at me. She seems relaxed, even apathetic. Certainly she does not seem angry.

"Sure, Ryan, you have been punished for what you did and I forgive you. However, you can't blame me for being a little bit tired of having this kind of problem every day of the week. I am drained. I would love to take a break and have some me-time. Is that ok, my dear?"

That question sounded a bit sarcastic, if you ask me.

So the trigger makes her forgive me for what I did, but she does not forget as such. I admit that she is right, the last few days have been quite intense. It makes sense that she needs a break. I am thinking all of this while I rearrange my trousers so my still-hard penis is ostensible.

"Of course, Mom! You totally deserve to have time for yourself and rest." I can only empathise with her, such a beautiful woman, so caring. "But would you help me out a second? I am struggling with this device." I add, showing her the remote, holding it right next to my cock, to make sure that she sees my boner.

"What? Did you not just hear me? Whatever it is that you are brewing, I don't want any of it." She seems so disappointed at me while she pulls down her tshirt, long enough to reveal the cusp of those delicious areolae.

"Could you please help me operate this tool?" I guess I need to be more explicit.

"Of course dear!" Her face brightens up, elated by the chance to help her son. "Come with me, we'll get you up and running with that tool in no time."

And off she went to the sitting room, me following her. She stops in front of the television and turns to face me, full of energy.

“All right then, Ryan. Show me that remote” she commands.

I pull down my trousers to let my boner free in the open, hoping that, logically, we will use that as the tool.

“Let’s not waste time here, young man. You see that big button there at the top right?” she says pointing at the actual remote. “Bring it up so we can see it clearly, and point it to the television”

I bring up the remote, starting to suspect that she is going to show me how to use the device, instead of dropping to her knees to give me a handjob.

“If you press that button while pointing at the TV, you will turn it on and off. Give it a go.”

I do as she instructs and the TV turns on.

“Now press it again to turn it off”

I press the button again and the TV turns off.

“Well done, Ryan!” she exclaims, while pumping her fist in support. She is very encouraging, I will grant her that, even if this is not what I had in mind for the trigger.

“Now turn it on again, please.” she continues, and I do. She is obviously eager to take me to the next level of remote control operation.

“You can use these ten numbers to directly access the channels you are after. For instance, try to access channel 12.” she instructs me.

Since this is not going anywhere, I start stroking my cock with my left hand while looking at her rack. She is wearing an open shirt with a white tank top underneath. The fabric is so stretched that I can see the entirety of her bra, as well as the top of her tits.

“Ryan, pay attention! Go to channel 12!”

“Could you do it for me, Mom? I think I will learn better this way.”

“No Ryan, the best way to learn is by doing it yourself. But don’t worry, I am here to help you.”

Damn it, what a stupid trigger!

“Ok, here, 1 and 2, is this channel 12?”

“That’s right Ryan! Well done you!” She seems very pleased with my progress. “You are such a quick learner! Now, let me show you what else you can do with the remote.”

“That’s ok Mom, I think I have finally learned how to operate this tool. Thanks a lot for your help…” I want to wrap this up quickly, leaving the remote back into its usual place.

“You are welcome, my dear, any time!” She concludes her lesson with a big smile and a true sense of accomplishment. Suddenly, all expression leaves her face and her voice becomes monotone.

“Sub-Trigger. If Ryan asks me to help him operate a tool, I will be glad to help him. I want my son to be skilful in all walks of life. I will not operate the tool myself but I will help him throughout the learning process. The trigger will terminate when Ryan tells me that he has learned enough or when I have taught him the entire process to operate the tool.”

And having said that, life returns to her eyes and she smiles proudly at me.

“Well, I am glad I can be helpful, Ryan. Remember, I am here to help and you can ask me to teach you anything you need.”

Wait. I wonder if anything can actually be anything.

“Well, Mom, now that you mention it… Would you be able to help me operate this other tool?” I say, pointing at my now receding cock. This is bold, but well, I guess it’s not too risky. On the one hand, she cannot see my boner, so the worst that can happen is her not understanding my request. But on the other hand, this trigger might prove useful after all.

She looks at my cock, frowning.

“What do you mean? Do you need help with operating your cock?” She asks, looking genuinely curious. “Do you want me to teach you how to masturbate skilfully and with determination?”

Bingo!

“Yes, that’s exactly it! That would be extremely helpful, as I have been struggling, lately.”

“Of course, darling! I will help you!” And again, she looks delighted by the opportunity to help her son. “Follow me to your room”.

Boy, we can’t get there fast enough. She is eager to teach me and I am eager to burst a nut. As we walk into my room, my Mom leads me to my desk, pushing aside the trigger cards and other junk I have laying around.

“Stand here in front, just over your desk, facing the window. We don’t want to make a mess, so make sure you put all your cum on this surface, ok?” She explains with a serious face.

“Yes, ok, I understand.” I reply.

“Good. Now close your eyes and take a deep breath. Focus on this moment." She says closing her eyes, just like when she starts her yoga sessions. "Masturbating is a great way for young men and women to explore their sexuality. While today is about learning, this does not mean you should not enjoy it properly.”

“Yes, Mom” I thank her while I close my eyes and try to relax. I find it hard not to smile.

“Think of a situation that you find arousing.” She goes on, with an educational tone to her voice. Well, I find this situation extremely arousing. “Think of a few small details in the space you are in. This is a space where you have total power." She opens her eyes to find me looking at her with stupid smile on my face.

"Close your eyes, Ryan!" She orders, but she smiles back a bit too. I close my eyes again, I am loving all of this.

"In this space you have complete control of what happens. Whatever you make up inside your mind is absolutely fine. You can enact any fantasy you wish, as long as you understand that fantasies are just that, fantasies, not to be carried out in real life”.

Ah, Mom, if only you knew…

“You can fill this space with as many sexual partners as you wish” her voice is soft and sensual. “I am assuming you are into women, but I am not judge you for your sexual orientations”

“Yes, Mom, I like women!” I say, opening my eyes.

“That’s fine, Ryan, close your eyes. If you were into men that would be OK with me too, needless to say. Now think of your penis. Picture it in your mind, and think of that woman looking at it too. She finds it pretty. She wants to touch it, but she is keeping a distance for now. She is waiting for you to decide what to do next. She knows that you are in control here and she is happy to follow your lead.”

“Not that she has a choice” I propose, while keeping my eyes closed and picturing my Mom in front of my cock, on her knees.

“That’s right, you have the absolute power” my Mom acknowledges, with a tinge of hesitation in her voice, which dissipates quickly as she continues. “You can extend your hand now, Ryan, but don’t grab your cock yet. Always try to hold something up, postpone things a bit, to the very end. Even when you come, you should do so as something unavoidable, almost against your will.”

Wow, that’s pretty meta.

“Caress the base of your cock, just gently, picturing what is coming ahead. That beautiful woman will accept you and suck you and swallow you. But yes, don’t rush for it, just anticipate it. Stroke your balls with the tips of your fingers, feel the build up, your sperm inflating your skin." I can hear my Mom breathing slowly.

"Bring your fingers up, touch the head of your penis, imagine her lips moist and opening.”

Holy fuck. This is hot. By now my eyes are fully open and engaged with my Mom’s eyes. She is looking straight at me. Her expression is calm and full of intent. She is giving me a hell of a lesson. Yes, I am anticipating and I will enjoy every step of this wonderful game, taking over control of the queen and her castle.

“Start wrapping your hand around your penis, just slowly. Make circles with one or two fingers against your thumb and start penetrating them with your cock, as you enter her mouth." She whispers as I imagine myself slowly penetrating her mouth while I hold her head with both hands.

"Keep doing that, Ryan, well done, you are such a good student.” She is now looking at my cock.

“As she is getting comfortable with your cock, she is taking it deeper into her mouth, and you want to be there, you want to cum inside her mouth, fill her tongue with sperm. You want to see her eating it, just like in the porn movies you so enjoy watching.” My Mom’s voice starts to sound weird, like she needs to swallow. She is salivating a lot. Is she imagining that she is the one sucking my cock?

“Here Ryan, give me your hand one second. I think the time has come for you to orgasm.”

I extend my hand and she turns the palm up. She then starts licking it long and deep, leaving big amounts of drool on it, and picking up some pre-cum in the process. She does this for a few seconds, keeping her eyes on my eyes. My face must look pretty stupid, I realise at that moment, with a dislocated jaw and oxen eyes. But I don’t care, I love this trigger and I plan to use it a lot.

While I look at my Mom licking my hand a few moments before I jerk off a legendary load, I realise that this trigger surely combines perfectly with many other triggers. Not that I am in the right state of mind to think about it, but I can already tell this trigger is going to be a very handy resource.

“Go ahead, Ryan, grab your penis and start stroking it.” We are both standing by my desk, my cock over the empty surface, my Mom looking at me in the eye, proud of me. I am finally listening to her and doing what she says. And I, for once, are more than happy to do so.

“Take it all the way down, Ryan, as your cock is deep into her throat. Go all the way out too, beyond the head of your cock, as the woman in your fantasy takes a second to catch her breath and collect her spit, before plunging in again. You like that, don’t you Ryan? This a woman on her knees, not a girl, mind you. She is surrendered to you, sucking your cock. You can grab her head and fuck her mouth and she is grateful for it. You are holding it until you can’t anymore.“

At which point I shoot my first string of sperm. Mom is still looking at me in the eye as we hear the splosh of my cum on the desk.

“Keep stroking Ryan, slowly, try to hold the next spasm”. She instructs me.

I try, but I shoot again. Splosh.

“She has her tongue out, curved in a white gooey cup.” My Mom sticks out her own town to make her point.

Two or three seconds go by while I try to hold it, picturing my Mom collecting my semen, and I shoot again. And again. My Mom looks at the desk and she seems satisfied with the size of the puddle. She is nodding and smiling. I have stopped cumming but I am still experiencing intense pleasure. What a wank, what a legend my Mom is. Thank you very very much, Mom.

“Ryan, my dear, look at me." I look at her. She takes a drop of sperm with her finger and takes it to her nose to smell it. “You did great, I am very proud of you.”

“Thanks Mom! That was the best lesson of my life” Seriously, it was.

“You are welcome. Glad you help you any time” She says, wiping her finger on her trousers. She then turns chirpily and heads for the door. “Speaking of lessons, I expect you to finish your homework tonight before you go to bed, is that clear?”

I look at her in disbelief while she is half way out of my room, holding the door knob, waiting for an answer.

“Yes, Mom!”

“Good. Ok, then. Good night, my son!” she says closing the door.

I am still standing in front of my desk, trousers down, hearing her footsteps fading away, so stunned that I am struggling to get hold of my reality. Tomorrow I need to sit down and find a good mixer for this trigger.