Stay where you are for a second longer, the sound of her new giggle-fit and the open inspection settling deeper, then obey and move toward her.

You stay still for one extra second, letting the giggle-fit and the open inspection sink deeper, then obey and walk forward until you’re standing right in front of her. Your dad follows.Your mom’s smile turns sharper, more sexual, as she looks you up and down. The vacant bimbo softness is still there, but something hungrier and meaner is rising underneath.

“Closer,” she says, voice dropping into a sultry, degrading register. “Mommy wants a better look at these little white boi clitties.”She reaches out and lifts your soft cock with two fingers, examining it like a mildly interesting toy. Then she does the same to your dad’s.

“Pathetic. Both of you. Soft, small, and completely worthless for fucking. These are clitties, not cocks. And clitties get locked.”

She releases you, leans back, and speaks with calm, sexual authority.“I’m getting a sissy cage for this one.” She taps your little cock lightly. “Nice and tight. Pink, probably. Something that keeps this tiny white boi clitty locked up and out of the way permanently. You’ll wear it while real black cocks take care of me. Understood?”

Her eyes stay fixed on your exposed package, already deciding its future.What do you do? Nod and softly say “Yes, Mommy,” accepting the cage as the next natural step.

Stay silent but push your hips forward a fraction, offering the little cock for further inspection or measurement.

Quietly ask when the cage is coming… and whether Dad is getting one too.