Chair man

You leave for class still seeing the outline of her nipples through that thin night shirt and the flash of her bare ass. The Josh video keeps replaying in your head no matter how hard you try to push it away—the short, brutally thick soda-can cock, the way she choked on it, the crude shit he talked the entire time.

By mid-morning your phone buzzes.

Mom: Still thinking about the videos, baby? Tell me which one hit you the hardest.

You try to ignore it. Another text comes twenty minutes later.

Mom: Be honest. Which one did you watch the most times?

You last until lunch before you finally reply, thumbs moving almost against your will.

You: The one with Josh… I hate that I did, but I enjoyed that one the most.

The reply is almost instant.

Mom: Good boy for telling the truth. Mommy liked hearing that. Keep your phone close.

An hour later a new message arrives.

Mom: Come straight home after your last class. Don’t stop anywhere. I have something set up for you.

You walk into the house that afternoon with your stomach already tight. The living room lights are dim. In the center of the room, facing the couch, sits a simple wooden chair with a clear view of everything. A small note is taped to the backrest in her handwriting:

Cuck chair. Sit.

Your mom walks in from the hallway wearing nothing but the gold chain and a pair of heels. Her dark braid is over one shoulder. She looks completely calm.

“Sit down, baby.”

You sit.

A few minutes later the front door opens. Josh walks in like he owns the place, already smirking. He doesn’t even look surprised to see you. He just drops a gym bag by the door and starts unbuttoning his shirt.

“Damn,” he says, glancing at you in the chair. “She actually made you sit there and watch. This is even better than I thought.”

Your mom walks over to him, drops to her knees right in front of the couch, and pulls his pants down. That short, brutally thick cock springs out—only 5½ inches long but a full 6½ inches of girth, the same soda-can shape from the video. She wraps both hands around it and looks over her shoulder at you while she strokes him.

“You said this was the one you enjoyed the most,” she says softly. “So Mommy’s going to let you watch it live. From your chair.”

She leans in and opens wide. Her jaw has to stretch obscenely just to fit the fat head past her teeth. The second it pops into her mouth she gags, spit running down the thick shaft. She starts sucking him with the same wet, desperate, sloppy enthusiasm from the video—bobbing, stroking, drooling, making filthy sounds while Josh rests a hand on the back of her head and looks straight at you.

“Look at your mom go,” he says, voice full of pure contempt. “Choking on this fat little dick again and loving every second. Bet that tiny thing between your legs never made her drool like this.”

Your mom pulls off with a long string of spit still connecting her lips to the wide head and looks at you again, eyes already glassy.

“It’s so thick it fills my whole mouth, baby… just like in the video. Mommy really does love sucking this short fat cock.”

She turns, bends over the arm of the couch, and reaches back to spread herself open for both of you. Josh steps up behind her, rubs the thick head up and down her already dripping slit, and shoves in. The extreme girth forces her open with a wet stretch even though the length is short. Your mom moans loud and crude as he bottoms out quickly.

“Fuck—it’s so wide… stretching Mommy’s pussy right in front of you—”

Josh starts pounding her with short, hard, almost angry strokes. The wet slap of his hips against her ass fills the living room. Her tits swing. The gold chain jumps. He keeps talking shit the entire time, eyes locked on you in the chair.

“Your mom’s cunt is gripping this fat dick like she can’t get enough. Listen to those noises. She never sounded like that for you, did she?”

Your mom reaches under herself and rubs her clit while he drills her, clearly getting off on the stretch and the fact that you’re watching from the cuck chair. She comes with a sharp, broken cry, cunt clamping around the thick shaft, a small wet spray pulsing out onto the couch cushion.

Josh doesn’t last much longer. He pulls out, steps around in front of her, and starts jacking that short thick cock over her face.

“Open up, slut. Take this load while your son watches.”

Your mom opens her mouth wide, tongue out, looking at you the whole time. Josh cums hard—thick ropes of white shoot across her tongue, her cheeks, her forehead, and the gold chain. She stays still and lets it land, some of it dripping down her chin onto her tits.

Josh laughs, pulls his pants up, and looks at you one last time.

“Enjoy the show, loser. She already told me I can come back whenever I want.”

He walks out. The front door closes.

Your mom stays on her knees for a moment, face streaked with cum, then slowly stands and walks over to your chair. She leans down so you can see every drop still dripping from her chin and the gold chain.

“You said this was the one you enjoyed the most,” she says softly. “Now you’ve watched it live. From your chair. Mommy’s proud of you for being honest.”

She straightens up, turns, and walks toward the stairs, bare ass and cum-streaked thighs fully on display, leaving you sitting in the cuck chair with the image burned into your head and the clear knowledge that this is only the beginning.