Mommy's Special Medicine - Chapter 2

Toby

The early morning sunlight drifted lazily through the crack in the curtains, falling on Toby's face and dragging him from his slumber. His sleep last night had been fitful; filled with vivid, colourful dreams that had his heart racing, though for the life of him he couldn't remember why. So many bizarre images and fragments of memory were floating around in his head but none of them made any sense. It was something to do with his Mother… was she in lingerie? He hoped it wasn't another sex dream about her, though he strongly suspected it was.

As Toby came too, he became dimly aware that something was different. Why did he feel so constricted? Normally he slept in just his boxer shorts but it felt strangely like he was fully dressed. Groggily, he forced himself to sit up and peer under the covers where he was confronted by a sight that jolted him awake like a slap to the face. Instead of his usual dull, grey underwear he found himself wearing the most garish pair of baby blue pyjamas he had ever seen! Printed across the front of which and topped with a halo were three words that turned his blood to ice.

'Mommy's Little Angel.'

The events of last night came suddenly flooding back to him. Those bizarre fragments of memory weren't dreams at all, they'd actually happened! Toby's mind swam with disturbing images. Pictures of his Mother wearing the sexiest blue lingerie, whispering in his ear, cradling her bare breasts before he… Oh God, what had he done?!

He'd let her drug him; offering no resistance as she stripped him naked and mounted him like a prized mare. He'd grown hard at the sight of her and moaned with pleasure as she'd smothered his face between her stunning breasts and jerked his cock to orgasm. Worst of all, he'd loved every second of it! 

Last night he'd had the first sexual experience of his life, and it had been with his Mother! He could already feel the shame of that eating away at him. What was wrong with him? How was he ever going to look her in the eye again after this? 

"Oh fuck," Toby moaned in despair, trying not to become overwhelmed by the rising tide of panic he felt in his chest. It was a struggle to control his breathing and resist the urge to burst into tears, but he knew if he gave in he would just spend the day hiding under his duvet and that would get him nowhere. No, he thought, ignoring what happened last night wouldn't solve anything. He had to confront his Mother sometime and the sooner he did it the sooner it would be over. But first, he needed to get out of these repulsive pyjamas.

Toby kicked off his covers and forced himself out of his warm bed. He took a few strides across to his wardrobe and tried to pull it open, but was rewarded with only the clink of metal as the door held firm. Confused, he looked down to discover that the handles of each door were secured together with a large, steel padlock.

"What the…" Toby murmured in bewilderment.

Turning his gaze to the rest of the room, Toby could see that his clothes chest and every one of his draws were also sealed shut by a series of similar, sturdy looking locks. What on earth was going on? It had to have been his Mother, but what did she think she was playing at? Struck by sudden inspiration he lifted the lid of his laundry basket, but found it had been emptied during the night.

Great, not only had his Mother dressed him in these horrible pyjamas, but she'd locked away every other item of clothing he owned. It looked like he had no choice but to confront her dressed as he was. He supposed he could strip off and go down nude as a form of protest, his Mother had certainly seen him naked before, and far more recently than he'd like to admit! But after last night it was probably best to stay clothed around her for the foreseeable future.

Unable to think of any way around his predicament, Toby left his room still dressed in his 'Mommy's Little Angel' pyjamas and sheepishly made his way downstairs. Before he even reached the hall he could hear his Mother cheerfully singing along to the radio in the kitchen, she clearly wasn't feeling the same level of embarrassment over last night's ordeal. 

He hesitated as he reached the kitchen door, knowing that once he crossed that threshold the most humiliating experience of his life was likely to begin. But he reminded himself, there was no way around it and hiding in the hallway was only dragging things out. So he mustered his courage and stepped through to join his Mother in the kitchen.

At first she was too distracted by the music to notice him; nodding her head and singing along as she stirred a saucepan which bubbled and steamed away on the stove. Toby's eyes were involuntarily drawn to her hips, enjoying the way they rhythmically swayed in time to the music. No! He had to stop thinking like that, Toby reminded himself, shaking his head in frustration.

The moment his Mother turned around and noticed him, her face broke out in an overly excited grin. She gave a squeal of delight and hurried over to pull him into a tight embrace.

"There you are darling, I was beginning to think you'd be sleeping all day." Toby's face flushed bright red as the firm press of his Mother's body had his cock beginning to stiffen "come on, take a seat. Breakfast is almost ready."

Still a little shell-shocked, Toby allowed himself to be led to the kitchen table and took a seat. As his Mother retrieved a bowl and spoon from the cupboard, he managed to compose himself and break his silence.

"Mom…" he began hesitantly. "I tried to open my wardrobe this morning but it was all locked up."

"Yes I know, who do you think locked it?" his Mother looked at him with a confused expression "wait, why on earth would you need to be going in your wardrobe?"

"Well, I wanted to get changed and…"

"Why would you want to get changed? You look so lovely in your cute little pyjamas."

Toby wasn't sure what to say to that. Lovely certainly wasn't the word he'd use to describe them! And anyway, who was she to tell him what to wear?

"I-I just… I wanted to wear something different."

"Oh honey don't be so silly," his Mother rolled her eyes as she spooned hot porridge into his bowl from the saucepan "you don’t need to decide what you wear anymore, Mommy will choose your clothes from now on. Remember what we agreed on last night?"

Oh shit, Toby had been so preoccupied by everything else that had happened last night that he'd forgotten what she'd made him agree to. What was it? Something about letting her take control of just life? Suddenly Toby felt he was in dangerous waters. This feeling only intensified as he saw his Mother open a drawer, remove a thick box of tablets and place them on the worktop beside a mortar and pestle that he'd bought for her last Christmas.

"Ah we had such fun last night didn't we?" his Mother sighed wistfully, pushing two tablets from their packaging and placing them in the mortar "you were such a good boy! Taking all of your special medicine just like Mommy asked."

As she spoke, his Mother worked away with the pestle to crush the tablets into a fine white powder.

"You were so well behaved once you'd sniffed it all up, doing everything Mommy told you with a great big smile on your face," she went on "in fact it worked so well, Mommy's going to be putting it in all of your food from now on."

Toby watched in mute horror as his Mother poured the fine powder over his porridge as though it was sugar before thoroughly mixing it in. She carried the bowl across to where he sat then took a large spoonful of the mixture and held it to his mouth.

"Open wide," she coaxed sweetly.

Toby wanted to resist her, he really did. After last night he knew what those drugs did to him and what might happen if he didn't put a stop to this. He didn't know why, perhaps he was still under their influence from his last dosage or perhaps he was just too scared to say no to his Mother, but Toby did as she asked; opening his mouth and allowing her to spoon feed him the drug laced porridge.

Straight away he could taste the medicinal taint running through the mixture, but he had little time to complain because as soon as he swallowed the first mouthful, his Mother pushed a second between his lips; then a third and a fourth, not stopping until the whole bowl had been practically forced down his throat. Toby was gagging by the end, but somehow he managed to keep it all down.

"There you go, all finished. How does that feel," his Mother asked, taking his hand affectionately.

It took a moment for Toby to gather his wits enough to answer. Whatever the hell these drugs were, they certainly took hold quickly. It wasn't quite the same rush he'd felt last when sniffing them last night, but he could already feel a familiar euphoric warmth gathering in his chest and spreading out through his veins like a delicious poison. He suddenly became very aware of just how good it felt to have his Mother holding his hand.

"I erm… I feel great," he smiled stupidly.

"Yes, I thought you might," his Mother replied with a hint of smugness.

Toby was just starting to enjoy the new sensations when a thought struck him. Sophia! He needed to confront his Mother and tell her he would damn well be going on that date. If his experience last night was anything to go by, he didn't have long before the willpower he required to do that would desert him.

"B-but," he stammered, "I still need to tell you something."

"And what might that be?" 

"W-well, it's Sophia. I er… I'm still going to see her tonight."

"Oh are you now? Well you've rather changed your tune haven't you?" his Mother snapped "what's the matter, don't feel like behaving yourself without your Mother's tits in your face?"

For what felt like an eternity she looked at him with utter contempt. Under her furious gaze, it was all Toby could do not to burst into tears and plead for forgiveness. Mercifully, her expression eventually softened and a smile returned to her beautiful face.

"Aww I can't stay mad at you my sweet boy," she said to Toby's relief "maybe you just need some time to adjust to the way things are now. Change is scary isn't it?"

"Er… yeah," Toby hesitated. "Yeah I guess it is."

"That's alright, Mommy understands. I'll tell you what, how about we make a little deal?"

"A deal?"

"That's right. How about for the rest of today you do what we agreed last night and let Mommy take control so you don't have to worry or be frightened of making any scary decisions. Then this evening we'll have a little chat and if you still think it would be best for you to go on that date, I won't stand in your way. Hell, I'll even drive you there myself. How does that sound?"

Toby couldn't believe his ears! It almost sounded like his Mother was giving in to him! Could it possibly be that he had finally managed to stand up for himself? Had he finally gotten his own way?

"Yes! That sounds great, it's a deal!" Toby hurriedly agreed before his Mother could change her mind.

"Excellent," his Mother beamed. "Now first things first, you head upstairs and grab a shower. Then get back down here and I'll put you to work!"

"Wait, work?"

"Oh yes! If I'm going to be making all the decisions around here, I think it's only fair that you take over the housework from now on. Mommy's going to make sure you earn your keep!"

***Six hours later***

Thick steam and the fragrant aroma of pomegranate filled the room as the tub flooded with hot, soapy water. Toby gingerly dipped his hand below the surface to test the temperature. Still not quite there he thought, his Mother did like her baths to be piping hot and he knew he would be in trouble if it wasn't up to her standards.

He eased himself back and resumed his seat on the bathroom floor. The cold tiles didn't make for an ideal resting spot, but after the day he'd had Toby was grateful just to take the weight off his feet. When his Mother said she was going to make him earn his keep, she had certainly meant it!

From the moment he got out of the shower that morning he knew he was in for one hell of a day. At first he'd been pleased to see his Mother had taken away those repulsive pyjamas she'd made him wear. However that joy turned out to be short-lived when she handed him his 'work clothes' for the day; which were nothing but a small pair of white, Y-front pants. 

Apparently his Mother believed that there was no reason for him to wear anything else as he'd only get it dirty doing the housework. The fact that her son would be not only freezing cold, but immensely embarrassed to spend the whole day in just his underwear didn't seem to factor into her decision making. Knowing he no longer had a choice in such matters, he had obediently slipped on the exceedingly tight pants and tried to ignore the uncomfortable pressure they put on his genitals.

If anything, the rest of the day had only gotten harder since then. Toiling away in just his little white pants, his Mother had put him to work on the seemingly endless list of chores that she had decided were now his responsibility. He'd scrubbed every surface, vacuumed or mopped every floor, finished a long overdue tidy of the garage and even braved the chilly early-autumn breeze as he weeded the garden! Luckily the high fence meant no nosey neighbours could see in, but still being outside in such a state of undress was another new embarrassment for him to endure.

His only respite had been a 10 minute break for lunch, during which he just about had time to force down the 'meal replacement' milkshake his Mother had bought him. A single sip was enough for him to taste that this too had been spiked with his 'special medicine,' though the shake tasted so vile it may have actually improved the flavour. 

"You'd better get used to it," his Mother had told him when he complained. "The days of you eating whatever you please are over. These are not only good for you, but they're so quick to make it won't distract you from your other duties around the house. Yes, I think we'll be replacing a lot of your meals with shakes from now on."

The drugged food meant that, as well as hungry and humiliated, Toby spent the entire day in a state of constant arousal. Every time his Mother walked past in her short little skirt and tight fitting tank top, which she seemed to do with suspicious regularity, Toby's eyes were drawn to her body and his tiny pants did little to hide his erection. He was so horny that no matter how hard he tried, he just couldn't push those depraved thoughts from his mind.

After hours of exhausting work and unsuccessful attempts to conceal his obvious hard on, he'd been given his last chore of the day which was to run his Mother a bath before they could finally sit down for the chat she promised this morning. As far as Toby was concerned, that couldn't come soon enough! He could finally prove that he was man enough to stand up and take charge of his own life.

His thoughts were interrupted as the bathroom door swung open and his Mother stepped into the room. Seeing him sat hunched on the floor, her eyes widened in mock surprise.

"Looks like someone's having a nice little break, doesn't it? Perhaps I've not been working you hard enough!" she said sternly, though her expression softened when she saw his panicked face "Oh do calm down, I'm only teasing. You've been a very good boy today! Now how's that bath coming along?"

Relieved, Toby checked the bath water and was pleased to find that it was now up to temperature. 

"Excellent," his Mother beamed, "time for Mommy to have a nice, long soak."

Before Toby knew what was happening, she loosened her skirt and let it fall to her ankles, before peeling off her t-shirt and throwing it to the bathroom room. Seeing her son's slack-jawed stare at the sight of his Mother in nothing but her underwear, she put her hands on her hips and smiled in amusement.

"Enjoying the view?" she smirked.

"Er, yeah… I mean, no… I mean, sorry I…"

"I do hope you weren't planning on watching Mommy take a bath like a little peeping Tom?"

"No! No I wasn't I…"

"Good," she interrupted and gestured to the door. "Now how about instead of ogling Mommy's body like a little pervert, you kneel down out there and wait for me to finish?"

Part of him bristled at being made to kneel like some sort of servant. Hadn't he done enough for her today? But since he was still smarting from the embarrassment of being called a peeping Tom by his own Mother, he sank down onto his knees and knelt outside the bathroom door as he'd been told.

He had no way to tell how long he stayed out there. All he knew was it felt like he spent an eternity on his knees, a dull ache growing stronger by the minute while his Mother enjoyed a relaxing soak just a few feet away. When he finally heard the telltale splash of his Mother getting out he practically sagged with relief, desperate to rest his aching knees. However the second the bathroom door opened, any discomfort he'd felt was instantly forgotten.

As his Mother stepped from the mist filled room she it was like she was Aphrodite herself. With Toby on his knees, she towered over him like a Goddess from some kind of myth or legend. He drank in the sight of her shapely, feminine legs, his eyes following them all the way up until they met the fluffy white towel she'd wrapped around her body. Her long, black hair was wet and wild; it fell over her shoulders and clung like ivy to the sodden skin of her chest. Maybe it was the drugs talking, but Toby thought this might just be the most beautiful sight he'd ever laid eyes on.

"Come on," she said sweetly, holding out her hand, "now it's your bath-time. Let's get you nice and clean, then we can have that little chat you were so eager for."

Mesmerised, Toby took her hand and allowed her to lead him inside. He didn't protest as she grabbed his pants and pulled them to the floor, though he flushed with embarrassment when doing so allowed his hard cock to spring free just inches from his Mother's face. Keen for some space, he took a step to the side and reached for the plug, but his Mother's hand shot out and grabbed his wrist firmly.

"Don't be so wasteful," she scolded, "you can share Mommy's bath-water, it's still perfectly warm."

Despite what had gone on last night, Toby still felt strangely perverse about bathing in his Mother's dirty water. Still something in him felt unable to refuse her, so he obediently climbed into the tub and settled into the same luke-warm water that had until seconds ago soaked his Mother's naked body.

"There we go, I'm sorry I've used up most of the bubbles. But I do have a little something to help you relax."

His Mother opened the medicine cabinet and produced a familiar brown bottle, the very sight of which had Toby's heart racing in his chest. She unscrewed the top and with a knowing wink, tipped the entire bottle into the bath-tub.

Within seconds a thin vapour began to rise from the surface of the bath-water; it was barely visible to the naked eye but as Toby inhaled it he felt its presence immediately. A light burn started from the back of his throat and spread down into his chest. It wasn't painful, more like the kind of satisfying burn you get sipping on a glass of good whisky, and it had the heady rush to boot.

"Now you have a nice long soak, I want you to stay in here for at least 20 minutes," his Mother instructed, nodding to the wall mounted clock "then when you're nice and clean, come and see Mommy in her bedroom and we'll have that little chat."

With that she gave him a gentle kiss on the cheek and slipped out of the room, closing the door firmly behind her. Toby was left sealed inside the small bathroom as it rapidly filled with the medicinal scent he'd come to know all too well.

He didn't quite feel the same instant hit that he had sniffing them directly the night before but as Toby lay submerged in the drug infused bath-water, breathing in more of the potent fumes every second, he could feel himself being gradually overwhelmed by a familiar, unquenchable arousal. He tried to control his ragged breathing and slow his racing heartbeat but failed miserably. The intense excitement he felt deep within his chest had his body quivering and his cock rock hard beneath the surface of the water.

Thoughts of his Mother danced around his head. The very water he lay in had just covered her naked body; it had flowed around her bare ass, her tits, god even her pussy! No… wait! He had to stop thinking like that. But when he tried, all that came to mind was her kiss, the feeling of her lips against his skin. Then flashbacks to last night, him sitting with his Mother's nipple in his mouth and her hand on his cock! It was an endless cycle and it just drove him wild with desire.

Time had never passed so slowly but eventually the hands of the clock managed to creep around its face to the point Toby knew his time was up. Gingerly, he pushed himself to his feet and half fell out onto the bathroom floor. After pulling the plug so the intoxicating liquid could drain away he hastily wrapped himself in a towel and patted himself dry.

Since there was no sign of the underwear he'd worn earlier, he wrapped his wet towel around his waist to protect his modesty, stumbled out into the hallway and slowly made his way to his Mother's bedroom as he'd been told. It was only really once he felt the cooler air outside the bathroom that he realised just how strongly his 'medicine' was affecting him. He was almost in a trance, the world felt slow and sweet, like he was walking through honey. Every colour was so bright and vivid, even the carpet felt like heaven under his heavy feet.

As he turned the corner into his Mother's bedroom he was hit by a sight that drove the very air from his body. His Mother, his beautiful, angelic Mother, reclining on her bed wearing nothing but her thin white dressing gown, bright pink lingerie and a mischievous smile.  

"There you are my darling," she purred, her eyes darted down, noticing his towel. "Oh pop that in the laundry basket would you, I've been meaning to give those towels a wash."

Toby was sure it was a fresh towel but couldn't bring himself to object, so he mindlessly removed the one thing that hid his modesty and cast it aside so that he was left naked as the day he was born, standing awkwardly at the foot of his Mother's bed.

"That's better, now come and take a seat on Mommy's bed, we need to have a little chat don't we?"

Without thinking Toby clambered onto his Mother's bed and sat cross-legged at her feet. He wasn't really sure how to start but fortunately his Mother seemed happy to take the lead. She beckoned him closer and once he'd shuffled towards her, lifted her feet and casually rested them on his lap.

"There we go, nice and comfy," she smiled, seemingly oblivious to Toby's bright red face and rapidly stiffening cock. "Now, what was it you wanted to talk about?" 

"Erm… Well you see I…erm," Toby knew what he wanted to say but somehow he couldn't form the words. All day he'd been planning his speech, carefully putting together an argument that would leave his Mother in no doubt that he was done with this new routine and would be heading out with Sophia that evening as planned. But now he was here, his mind seemed to be incapable of focusing on anything other than his Mother's soft feet and the way they lay against his bare skin.

"Oh be a darling will you and rub this in while we talk," his Mother interrupted, tossing a bottle of moisturiser into his lap "Mommy's legs always need a little attention after a hot bath, that can be one of your jobs from now on."

Toby was incredulous! Did she really mean what he thought she did?

"W-wait, you want me too…"

"Yes go on, don't be shy! You can be my little helper. Just rub the cream all over Mommy's legs, we need to look after them after all."

In utter disbelief, Toby squeezed a dollop of thick, white moisturiser into his hand and, with the care of a man handling some kind of priceless artefact, began to gently rub it into his Mother's pale skin. Starting with her calves, he ran his hands up and down her smooth skin, rubbing in the cream as he'd been told but at the same time, laying his hands on a woman for the first time in his life.

It was only last night he'd enjoyed his first sexual experience of any kind and now here he was, intimately touching a woman with his own hands! Not just any woman, but the most beautiful woman he'd ever laid eyes on. Regardless of the fact this was his Mother, Toby felt a sense of excitement and wonder he could barely believe existed.

"Now, where were we?" his Mother paused thoughtfully "Ah yes, you wanted to tell me how you planned to abandon your Mommy didn't you?"

Toby's heart stopped in his chest. He didn't want to abandon her! Just… something else, what was it? Oh yes, his date. He wanted to do that, but not as much as he wanted to stay right where he was, rubbing and caressing his Mother's lovely legs.

"N-no!" he protested.

"Oh really? It sounded like that's what you wanted this morning."

"No, I'm sorry. I didn't mean it! I don't want to leave, I promise I never wanted that."

His Mother grinned with delight.

"Don't worry honey, Mommy understands. It's like I said, isn't it? You just needed a little time to adjust."

"Er, yeah. I guess that must be it."

"Yes I thought that might be it, why would you ever want to leave Mommy when she makes you feel so good?"

As she spoke his Mother leaned forward, tenderly took hold of his wrist and guided it up her leg so that his hands slid up and came to rest on her thighs. Then taking the bottle, she squeezed another load of moisturiser out between her son's hands.

"Keep going," she whispered sensually.

Toby shuddered and let out a light moan of arousal. His eager hands were exploring his Mother's thighs; the touch quickening his breath and leaving his cock hard as a rock. For the sheltered virgin, running his hands over his Mother's beautiful legs like this was absolute heaven.

"I don't, I don't ever want to leave," Toby whimpered.

"I know, I know… and you won't have to. I promise, if you let Mommy take control you will never have to worry about leaving again. How does that sound?

"T-that's all I want," Toby replied, and at that moment he truly meant it.

"Good boy, but to make sure you really mean it Mommy needs to do a little test okay?"

"A-alright."

"Perfect. Now Mommy is just going to make a few little changes and since decisions like this are no longer your concern, you don't need to worry about having any input. You just stay down there and keep rubbing Mommy's legs okay?"

"Yes Mommy," Toby agreed. He was lost in such a world of pleasure and there was nothing he wanted but to stay there. His Mother taking charge was a small price to pay for this, he thought as he applied the cream to her other leg and began to massage it as lovingly as he had the first.

So engrossed was he in the task, he barely noticed when his Mother slipped her hand under her pillow and pulled out a small, black object. Though when Toby glanced up and saw her holding it in front of him, he realised with a pang of confusion that it was his mobile phone. A voice in the back of his head tried to warn him something was off, but the drugs running through his veins and the smooth skin beneath his fingers left him deaf to it.

"Darling, what's your pass code?" his Mother asked sweetly.

"8753."

"Wonderful," she said as she punched the numbers into the keypad "Now first things first, I'll be getting rid of that pass code. You don't need to keep secrets from Mommy."

She navigated her way through his phone settings and removed any privacy measures he'd previously installed; then with a look of intense concentration, spent a few minutes tapping away on the keypad. Toby didn't know what she was up to, but he doubted he was going to like it. Finally she appeared to finish and scrolled down through his contact list until she found the name she was looking for.

"Here we go."

The just audible dialling tone told Toby his Mother was calling someone, though he had no idea who. Still he was so focused on fondling her long, shapely legs that it didn't seem to matter all that much.

"Hello, is that Sophia I'm speaking to?" his Mother asked courteously. "Hi it's so lovely to speak at last, this is Toby's Mother."

Toby's blood turned to ice at the words. She'd rang Sophia! Even through the drug fuelled haze of arousal he knew this was a bad sign. 

"Yes that's right, well I'm afraid to say Toby isn't going to be able to make it tonight. In fact, he's not going to be able to take you out at all."

Sophia's reply wasn't clear enough for him to make out, but to Toby's dismay she sounded confused and maybe even a little hurt. 

"Of course, I understand it's quite out of the blue but unfortunately it's just isn't going to be possible. You see, the poor boy suffers from a severely nervous disposition; It's the reason he's always had such trouble making friends. I've been pushing him to try new things but I fear this little date you have planned may be a step too far for him." 

The lie was made all the worse by just how outrageous it was! She had always tried to stop him from meeting people and trying new things, but here she was claiming that she was the one pushing him to do more. Toby couldn't believe what he was hearing!

"Yes he's been very anxious about seeing you all week and I'm afraid to say he's had a little episode. The doctor says he needs to be avoiding stress at all costs if he wants to get better and my Toby is just such a worrier, I really don't think he can cope with maintaining any kind of relationship right now. I do hope you understand."

This was it; The point of no return. If Toby was going to put a stop to this crazy spiral of events he had to intervene now. Finally that little voice in his head telling him this was wrong just about managed to get itself heard. Perhaps for the first time in his life he was finally going to stand up for himself! However as though she could read his mind, his Mother knew just when to step in and give him a little push in the right direction.

"Hey honey," she whispered, putting the phone to her chest "while you're down there, how about you give Mommy's legs a little kiss?"

Toby froze, his conviction deserting him just as quickly as he'd found it. Where just seconds ago he'd been preparing to rebel, now his eyes drifted to his Mother's freshly moisturised legs and he licked his lips, struggling against temptation.

"Go on," she insisted "Mommy knows how much you like her legs! This is your little reward for being such a good boy today."

Try as he might, Toby just didn't have it in him to resist. Those legs were whispering to him, begging him to lean in and press his lips against them. He knew this was a line he couldn't uncross, that if he didn't stand up for himself now the insanity of the last 24 hours would become his life, but he just wasn't strong enough to fight these urges anymore. Finally freeing himself of all inhibition, Toby gently lowered his face and tenderly planted a kiss on his Mother's ankle.

"Sorry about that dear, poor Toby was just crying again and I had to take a second to comfort him," his Mother lied down the phone with relish "as you can see he's a very troubled boy."

His heart was breaking listening to his Mother destroy his one chance with the woman he loved, but he was powerless to do anything but shower loving kisses onto her soft skin.

"Oh I know, you mustn't blame yourself. It's my fault really, I should have put a stop to this earlier but I suppose I hoped it might be good for him," she paused as Sophia replied "well that is very good of you to say. I wish you all the best too and of course I will tell Toby you're thinking of him."

At that she lifted her leg into the air and pointed to the back of her knee. Obediently, Toby tilted his head and delicately kissed the back of his Mother's legs, just as he'd once dreamed of doing to Sophia's lips.

"No I don't think it would be a good idea for you to see him again, it would just be too upsetting for him."

"…"

"Yes it's for the best. Now please don't worry, I will be here to look after him for as long as it takes."

"..."

"Thank you so much for understanding. It was lovely to speak to you too! Alright then, thanks again. Goodbye."

As a sharp beep signalled the call had been disconnected, Toby felt a pang of utter despair that his chance of a normal relationship had ended along with it. Though before he could dwell on such thoughts, his Mother clasped her hands around his head and let out a gasp of sheer excitement!

"Honey! You have been such a good boy today!" she praised, her face beaming with joy.

"I-I have?" Toby stammered.

"Yes baby of course you have! You did exactly what you were told, rubbing and kissing Mommy's legs while she took those nasty decisions out of your hands. I am so proud of you!"

A smile slowly crept onto Toby's face, somehow hearing his Mother was proud of him made everything worth it. Sure he had lost his shot at a relationship, but he'd made the one woman who'd always been there for him proud and wasn't that what really mattered?

"Thank you," Toby croaked, having to hold back the tears as he was overwhelmed by emotion.

"Oh sweetheart," she cooed, "come here, Mommy wants to reward you for being such a good boy for her."

Toby struggled to keep his balance as his Mother pulled his head between her spread legs and pushed his face onto her inner thigh. The shocked virgin couldn't quite believe what was happening to him! All he could do was whimper softly into her skin, his arousal made obvious by his hard cock which pressed into the bed sheets.

"Go on, that's it, give Mommy a kiss," his Mother encouraged.

Not needing to be told twice, Toby fell back into the flow of lovingly kissing his way across his Mother's exposed flesh.

Kiss, kiss, kiss 

"Mmm yeah that's it, show your Mommy how much you love her," she moaned, gently biting her lip.

Kiss, kiss, kiss 

"You like that don't you? Being between Mommy's legs makes you so happy."

Kiss, kiss, kiss 

"See how much better it is when you let Mommy take control."

All the while her hand cradled his head and slowly guided him up the length of her leg. Every inch he travelled brought his face that much closer to his Mother's pussy, leaving his cock practically throbbing with excitement!

Kiss, kiss, kiss 

"Hehe, look at your little willy poking out! Mommy must taste really good huh?"

Kiss, kiss, kiss 

"Ohhh this is going to be your life now, you're such a lucky boy!"

Kiss, kiss, kiss 

Oh God he was almost there! Toby's head had been pushed so far between his Mother's legs that he could feel the lining of her pretty pink panties at the edge of his lips. But just as he thought she might bring him all the way, strong fingers jerked his head back and his Mother pulled herself away.

Toby found himself led panting on his stomach, gazing up at his Mother who now sat up and now sat upright, towering over him. She looked down with a face full of adoration; the way he imagined she might have looked at him the day he was born. For a while the two of them stayed like at, eyes locked together in a comfortable silence as they each processed what had just happened.

"Did you enjoy your reward?" his Mother asked, finally breaking the spell.

"Y-yes Mommy," Toby answered honestly "I really did."

"And you understand now? That Mommy knows what's best for you? That only Mommy can make you feel like this?"

"I do, I promise. I understand,"

"Good, because Mommy's got another little game for you to play. And we're not going to have any arguments… are we?"

"No Mommy. I promise I'll do whatever you say."

"I know you will," his Mother beamed, slid off the bed and extended her hand "come on then."

Without hesitation Toby took his Mother's hand and let her help him to his feet. He suddenly found himself very aware that he was naked and still sporting a hard-on, but before his cheeks even had time to flush he was distracted as Mother slid open her bedside drawer, removed a bundle of silk scarves and let them fall onto the bed.

"Turn around," she ordered firmly.

Despite a rumbling of unease in the pit of his stomach, Toby did as he was told and pivoted on the spot. His misgivings grew even stronger when he felt his Mother pull his wrists together behind his back and expertly bound them together with one of the scarves. She then took a second, looped it around his elbows multiple times and pulled to tightly cinch them together.

'Ahhh," Toby winced, his shoulders pulled back at a terribly uncomfortable angle.

"Hush now," his Mother said calmly, placing a comforting hand on his back. "Remember Mommy's in control now. If I hurt you, I'm only doing it for your own good. You trust Mommy don't you?"

"Yes Mommy, of course I trust you."

"Good boy. Now let's get you nice and comfy."

Toby’s Mother put an arm around his shoulders and helped him to stagger awkwardly across to the sturdy, wooden chair she kept in the corner of her room. With his arms at such an angle it wasn't easy for the poor boy, but with his Mother's help he made it without falling and flopped into the chair.

With his arms now pinned behind his back, this wasn't exactly the most comfortable seat he'd taken, though it was about to get a whole lot worse as his Mother took two scarves from the bundle and used them to tie Toby's ankles securely to each foot of the chair. Then with the three remaining scarves, she tied another below each knee and wrapped the final one tightly over his thighs and under the seat itself so that he was stuck fast.

"Oh no," his Mother exclaimed in mock surprise "it looks like I didn't prepare enough scarves for our little game. Whatever will I do?"

She screwed up her face in exaggerated concentration, then smiled as the solution appeared to come to her.

"I know, I'll just have to improvise with this!"

With deliberate slowness, his Mother undid the thick white cord that held her dressing gown closed and carefully pulled it free. Now the robe hung loosely on her delicate frame, a slight shrug of her shoulders was all it took to send the gown tumbling to the floor. Toby drank in the intoxicating sight of his Mother standing before him like an amazon, clad only in bright pink lingerie and holding the dressing gown cord like a garrotte. The amazed virgin had never seen anything so sexy in all his life!

"So, how do you like Mommy's game so far?" she smirked.

"I love it," he replied honestly "Oh God I love it so much!"

"Yes I thought you might, now hold still while Mommy gets you tied down nice and tightly."

With all the bindings she'd already applied Toby wasn't quite sure how she expected him not to hold still! However he thought better of voicing this opinion and just sat placidly as his near naked Mother stood behind the chair, looped the cord around him three, four, five times and knotted it firmly in place. By the time she was done Toby was tied so securely to the chair that he could barely move a muscle let alone attempt to stand.

After double checking her handiwork his Mother, apparently content he was sufficiently immobilised, stood back in front of him with her hands on her hips and a look of pure satisfaction on her face.

"Awww you look so cute all tied up like that," she squealed with delight "we're almost ready to play our little game now, there's just one final detail to add."

With a stare dripping in sexual tension, his Mother hooked her fingers under the pink material at her waist, then slowly slipped her panties free and let them slide down her legs until they pooled at her feet. While Toby watched breathlessly, she casually scooped them up and rolled the material between her fingers.

"Do you like Mommy's panties?" she asked innocently "Mommy's been wearing them all day… do you want to see what they taste like?"

Toby's eyes became saucers and his chest tightened in shock. He was utterly speechless; his Mother was naked from the waist down and for the first time in his life he could actually see a pussy in the flesh. Not only that, but the incredibly beautiful woman to whom it belonged was asking if he wanted to taste the pasties that had spent all day cradling it! A slow but certain nod of the head was the only answer he could give.

"Alright then, open wide!"

His jaw quivered as he slowly let his mouth open. His body tensed against the bonds which held him as though on some deep level it knew this was wrong and was trying to escape. But his head knew it was too late for that and he offered no resistance as his Mother pushed her bright pink panties between his lips and stuffed them into his mouth.

"Mmmmph," Toby's involuntary groan was smothered by the panties which now rested on his tongue. He could taste his Mother's sweat on them and the powerful flavour filled his mouth. Knowing that this was the taste of his Mother's pussy only fueled the raging erection between his forcibly spread legs.

"There you go my darling, does Mommy taste nice?"

Toby nodded his head eagerly, so overwhelmed his eyes began to tear up. Though whether it was shame, fear, arousal or raw emotion that overwhelmed him he did not know.

"Good," she grinned as she stepped forward, lowered herself so she sat on his lap and draped an arm around his shoulders.

If Toby wasn't a whimpering wreck already, he sure as hell was now! His Mother's virtually naked body was pressed right up against his. The cool press of her skin was unlike anything he'd ever felt before; it drove him so wild with desire he feared he might lose his mind!

"Now then, let me explain the rules of our little game," she began in a sensual whisper, her face just inches from his own. "What's going to happen now is that Mommy is going to send a little email from your phone. It won't take long, I typed it all out when you gave me your phone earlier so it would be ready for our game."

So that's what she was typing earlier! This game was clearly part of some larger plan, which Toby reflected grimly, didn't usually bode well for him.

"But before I send it, I thought it would be fun for us to read through it together; so we can celebrate and share the excitement of what this email will mean for our future."

Our future? What did she mean by that? Toby really wasn't sure he liked the way this was going.

"I know you won't object to anything I've said or have an issue with me sending this for you. Since you made a promise to let me take control of these things, I'd be very dissapointed if you broke my trust."

The icy stare his Mother threw at him left him in no doubt that disobedience would not be tolerated.

"Of course if you do want to break your promise, just speak up and let me know. I won't send this if you aren't fully on board," she leaned closer and sneered menacingly "But know this, if those panties leave your mouth at any time, you lose the game and all this fun stops. There will be no special fun time with Mommy for naughty boys who don't do as they're told. Understand?"

An unintelligible moan was the best response his panty stuffed mouth could muster.

"Good boy, I know you won't let me down," her sneer disappeared and a bright smile returned to her face. "In fact because I'm so sure you'll play along nicely, I'm going to make sure this game is extra fun for you. You see, while you're listening, Mommy's going to give you a treat and play with that little willy of yours. You'd like that wouldn't you?"

Again he nodded enthusiastically.

"I know you would, Mommy makes your willy feel so good!"

Oh God, he thought, it was so fucked up but she really did! His Mother could get him hard like no-one else ever could. What was wrong with him? 

"Right then, let's get started shall we?"

He gave a final nod of agreement, caught between fear of what was about to happen and determination to make sure he didn't let her down. Meanwhile his Mother swiped his phone from atop her bed and tapped away until she had the draft email she'd prepared earlier loaded and ready to send. She cleared her throat and began to read aloud.

"To: Admissions and student welfare team - Home Counties School of Architecture 

Subject: Withdrawal from qualification"

For the second time that afternoon Toby's heart seemed to stop in his chest at his Mother's words.

"Good afternoon,

With great regret I am writing to inform you of my intention to withdraw from the 'Introduction to Architecture' qualification with immediate effect."

Wait, what did she say? Withdrawing from the course?! Surely she couldn't be serious? A surge of panic flooded his chest. It was one thing to ruin his date, but this was his future; his life! How could she do this to him? 

"I have found the pressure of studying for this qualification far greater than I imagined and I am sorry to say that last night I suffered a complete mental breakdown. Having consulted with my Doctor, I have been told this episode was stress induced and if I continue to put so much pressure on myself, my mental health could decline even further."

Holy fuck, this couldn't be happening! Toby knew he had to stop this and he had to do it now. But just as he thought to muster whatever shred of dignity and self control he had left, his Mother shifted position, sliding backwards so that her thick, round ass cheeks pressed right against his cock, squashing it against his body. Any objections suddenly caught in his throat.

"Having received this medical advice, I no longer feel it would be possible for me to continue as a student in your institution. I am aware I may be granted an extended break for recovery however as I don't want to put myself through this again, this is not an option I would like to consider."

As she spoke his Mother began to slowly gyrate her hips, rolling her ass over his engorged cock in rhythmic circles. Pure pleasure built between Toby's legs of an intensity he'd never experienced before. This was insane! He had to cry out and stop this madness! But between his Mother's buttocks dancing up against his dick and the taste of her pussy filling his mouth, his body just wouldn't listen. 

"Please don't attempt to contact me any further regarding this matter, it would only create more stress and add to my health problems. My Mother is currently caring for me and will be in touch next week to finalise my withdrawal. If you have any questions or need any further details, please address them to her.

Kind Regards,

Toby

His Mother ramped up the speed now. She was grinding her ass into his virgin cock and sending sparks of pleasure shooting through his entire body. He was physically shaking and could feel his bonds digging into his pale skin where they held him down. With every passing second the voice in his head telling him to stop grew quieter, while his groans of ecstasy got louder and louder.

"So what do you think?" she asked in mock sincerity "Doesn't that sound good? You can drop out and forget all about this 'career' nonsense… things will be so much better, you can stay home and spend your life with Mommy instead!"

Tears leaked from Toby's eyes at the thought of his future being so cruelly snatched from him, but with his mind was just so clouded by arousal, so filled with primal sexual desire, he could do nothing but nod robotically and whimper into his Mother's panties.

With a look of amusement plastered on her face, his Mother threw her head back so that it rested on his shoulder; so close he could feel her cheek against his own.

"What do you say then, should I press send?"

With a final, tearful nod, Toby sealed his fate. His Mother's thumb flicked down and sent the email that ripped away any chance he had of becoming an architect. His childhood dream was well and truly dashed forever.

"Oh yes! There you go baby, all done now!" his Mother went on excitedly "no more stressing about that silly course; Mommy's made sure you never have to worry about that ever again!"

As she spoke, his Mother grabbed the flabby skin of his thighs, digging her nails in harshly, and used her powerful legs to grind into him like a jackhammer. Toby was thrown into a world of pure ecstasy; his entire body shaking and an orgasmic pressure building between his legs.

"You're all mine now my darling; no job, no life, you don't need any distractions like that! Mommy's taken all that away," her head whipped around to look him in the eye. "I bet this feels real good doesn't it? See how much better it is when Mommy's in control? You never felt like this before did you?"

Toby frantically shook his head.

"No, that's because Mommy knows what you want. Only Mommy can make you feel like this! Ohhh i bet you want to cum don't you?"

Toby nodded like a madman! 

"Yeah I know you do. Mommy makes your willy feel so nice doesn't she? How about it then… want Mommy to make you cum?"

His cock was about to explode and he craved that release with a desperation that he never knew existed. He groaned and nodded his head with everything he had!

"Well too bad!" his Mother yelled gleefully as, to Toby's dismay, she sprung forward and away just as he was on the verge of the orgasm he so deeply desired!

Toby was in a state of shock; so, so close to ultimate pleasure yet at the last minute so cruelly denied. His breath was ragged and eyes wild as he involuntarily fought against his bonds, as if his hands had taken on a life of their own with the sole purpose of picking up where his Mother had left off. Yet predictably the knots held firm and kept him right where he was.

Seeing her son squirm in his restraints while his disbelieving cock poked out and twitched between his legs had his Mother shrieking with laughter. When she finally managed to control herself, her face settled into a kind, motherly smile and her eyes filled with sudden sympathy.

"Awww did you think I was going to let you cum?" she cooed as though comforting a child "Oh no honey, you're just so well behaved when you're all worked up and horny. We've made so much progress today I don't want to ruin it by letting you cum! It will be a lot easier for you to adjust to the way things are now if we keep those balls nice and full. You'll see, denial is good for you."

His frustrated moan suggested Toby hadn't quite learned that lesson yet.

"Besides, Mommy is having a lot of fun teasing and playing with her boy. You want Mommy to have fun don't you?"

Looking into his Mother's angelic face, he knew he couldn't refuse her. Of course he wanted her to have fun, even if it meant he had to suffer for it. Toby reluctantly nodded his acceptance.

"Good boy," his Mother praised "you may not be allowed to cum, but that doesn't mean you can't have a little treat for being so well behaved."

In the corner of the bedroom was a small, wicker laundry basket. His Mother opened it and pulled out a pair of well worn, white panties which she dangled in Toby's face.

"These are the panties Mommy wore to bed last night, they were between my legs and around my bum all night long, so I bet they taste really good!"

With that she prised Tobys mouth open and somehow crammed them in alongside the panties which were already in there. The powerful taste that danced on his tongue suddenly doubled in strength. His mouth was now stuffed so full of panties, his cheeks were bulging like hamsters!

To complete the look, his Mother returned to the laundry basket to retrieve a pair of her used nylon pantyhose, which she used to cover his mouth and tied tightly around Toby's head. He was now completely gagged and had no chance of spitting those panties out even if he'd wanted to.

"You look so cute like that!" his Mother beamed, taking in her creation "I could just play with you all night long… but I'm afraid I've got a cocktail evening with the girls tonight. Tell you what though, as a final treat for being such a good boy, how about you watch Mommy get changed?"

Being tied to a chair in his Mother's bedroom, it wasn't like he had a choice in the matter anyway. So in a state of surrender, he sat back as best he could and watched silently as his Mother got ready for her Friday night out. 

Not that it was an unpleasant experience of course, watching his Mother remove her bra, bend over to take clothes from her bottom drawer and slip on a very short cocktail dress certainly had its moments! Though the toxic combination of drugs, strict bondage and his Mother's relentless teasing left him in a kind of frustrated limbo that would have had him tearing his hair out if indeed he were able to reach it!

Once she'd applied the last of her makeup and slid on a pair of dainty black high heels, his Mother approached with a smile. Seeing her all made up like that, Toby couldn't believe anyone so beautiful could possibly exist. 

"Well I'd better get going darling; I know it isn't quite the evening you had planned, but this just feels like a far more appropriate way for you to spend your time. Tied up in Mommy's bedroom, with Mommy's panties in your mouth. Not focusing on your own selfish wants, just sat waiting for Mommy to come home like a good boy."

She leaned in close and put an affectionate hand on his shoulder.

"Remember I'm doing all this for your own good. You've been having trouble adjusting to your new life and I think this will really help. You'll see how stuck and helpless you are without Mommy to look after you… then when I get back I'll give you your night-time time medicine and a big cuddle and you'll soon learn how much better life is when you're with Mommy."

With that she gave him a gentle kiss on the cheek, then made her way downstairs and out the door; leaving Toby restrained and alone, trapped in his own little world of sexual frustration. Within 5 minutes, he was already listening eagerly, desperate to hear his Mother's key in the door.

Grace 

Two months later

It was a good job Toby didn't bother to clear his internet history. If he did, or had the foresight to go incognito, Grace would have had to devise a far more complicated plan to catch him in the act. As it was, with just a few clicks she had all the ammunition she would need to ensure the boy spiralled even further into the depraved world she had planned for him.

Though he was nowhere near she wanted him yet, these first few weeks had been a better start to their new life than Grace could have possibly imagined. The two of them had fallen into their new routine like it was the most natural thing in the world. For her anyway, that's exactly what it was. Toby was her son; she'd spent the best years of her life raising him in a safe, happy home and now it was his turn to look after her.

Each day followed pretty much the same pattern. Toby would rise early, gulp down the meal replacement shake she had lovingly prepared the night before (heavily spiked with his special medicine of course) then bring his Mother breakfast in bed. He would kneel by her side as she ate and if he was lucky, she might feed him a few of her scraps as a tasty treat. 

Once breakfast was out the way, Grace would take a shower then allow Toby to complete his first and favourite chore of the day, moisturising Mommy's legs! There had been no more kissing, that was to be a very rare treat for him, but given by that stage the Aphrobin had very much taken effect, Toby still loved every second of it. Or at least, that's what she assumed judging by the delirious grin on his face and the hard dick between his legs.

The rest of the day was rather less pleasant for poor Toby, but he endured it without complaint. Grace set him to work completing any and every chore that popped into her head. Toby became her little worker bee, toiling away at all hours and breaking only briefly for another drug laced meal replacement shake. He took sole responsibility for every household task; wiping down every surface, vacuuming/mopping the floor, dusting, gardening, cooking, shopping, taking the bins out, he did it all. 

Toby's final task was to cook the two of them dinner, his only solid meal of the day. Of course his portion was usually cold by the time got any as Grace had him tidy the kitchen and wait until after she finished to eat his, it wouldn't do to put any silly ideas in his head about them being equals. Grace would then have him sniff down a heavy dose of his 'night-time medicine' before they enjoyed an evening snuggled up on the sofa watching one of Grace's TV shows. They weren't the kind of thing Toby usually watched, but with the drugs in his system and his Mother cuddling up so closely, he was in no state to complain!

There was no doubt about it, life was pretty damn good right now Grace thought to herself happily. But it wasn't just the tidy house and devoted son that made it special. No, what Grace had truly come to love over the past weeks was the sheer thrill of having her son under such complete and total control. To be the centre of someone's world and have that kind of power over them was utterly intoxicating! 

Of course, she had always known she was a very attractive woman; but she'd never had someone so consumed by arousal for her that she could use it to control every fibre of their being. Every time she saw his naive, adoring little face looking at her,  with his eyes hungrily devouring her body and his cock hard between his legs, it made her feel like an absolute Goddess. Not only was it a great boost for her ego, but to her surprise she found it more than a little arousing!

The thing about power however was that once you get a taste, you just want more! Which was exactly what Grace intended to get. Sure it was exciting to be able to manipulate her son so easily, but what she really wanted was to own him mind, body and soul. She wanted him to become obsessed with her, thinking of and desiring nothing but pleasing and obeying her. She wanted to push him so far that she could take everything away from him, cause him any amount of pain or suffering and still have him look up at her with adoring eyes and ask for more. God it made her wet just thinking about it! And tonight she was about to light the fuse that would allow all those dreams to come true.

With her thoughts returning to the present, she read again the list of incriminating websites that would seal Toby’s fate and couldn’t help but crack a smile. Mommyporn.net, taboovideos.com, inceststories.org; Grace never knew so many of these sites existed! To be fair two months ago neither did Toby, looking back his tastes appear to have been rather more vanilla. The fact she'd already started to mold his sexual desires to such an extent was incredibly satisfying.

Above her head, she knew Toby would be just getting ready for bed. She'd worked him hard today and no doubt he was looking forward to getting his head down and drifting away into a lovely, relaxing sleep. Well, Grace thought, it was time to head up and show him that wasn’t quite how his evening would pan out! Laptop in hand, she crept up the stairs and padded across the landing until she found herself outside Toby's room. Making sure her face was a mask of anger, not an easy task considering how excited she was, Grace took a breath and stormed through the unsuspecting boy's bedroom door.

"You are in such trouble, you disgusting little pervert!" Grace roared, throwing the open laptop onto Toby's bed.

Her son's face was an absolute picture. He looked like a rabbit caught in the headlights, wide eyed and frozen with fear. The book he'd been reading tumbled to the floor and with a look of pure bewilderment on his face, he awkwardly pushed himself so he sat upright on the bed.

"W-what, I erm, I don’t understand…" he stammered, shocked at the sudden turn of events.

"What don't you recognise your internet history? I must say it makes for some rather interesting reading don't you think?"

It was hard to hide her delight as Toby realised what was happening and his face turned bright crimson. He looked so cute in his bright green 'Mommy's Good Boy' pyjamas (another custom pair she'd bought him) with shame and worry etched onto his little face. Seeing the boy in such anguish filled her heart with joy, but she knew that if she was going to shock him into accepting her plans for him, she had to keep up the furious Mother act.

"Now tell me," Grace demanded angrily. "Why is it that so many of these websites you've been visiting have something of a taboo theme? Is there perhaps someone in particular you like to think about when you hide away and touch yourself to this filth?"

"Ah well… I suppose erm," Toby floundered hopelessly for an acceptable answer, some trump card that would explain all this away. But confronted with such irrefutable evidence he had no choice but to tell the truth. His shoulders sagged and all the air seemed to go out of him as he reluctantly admitted "I-I think of you."

"Yes I thought as much, you disgusting little pig!" she spat "so you think it's acceptable to sexualise and objectify your own Mother like that? To think of her as a little sex object for your own gratification?"

"I'm sorry, I don't mean to. It's just since you started giving me my medicine I feel so…"

"Oh so it's my fault is it? I go out of my way to stop your anxious worrying and give you the best life I can so that means you can think about me however you want. Without even asking for my consent?"

"No!" he cried, tears forming in the corners of his eyes "I never meant it like that, I just…"

"Right that's it," she shouted over him "I will not stand for such disrespectful behaviour! Stand up and take off those clothes! Now!"

He was normally so well behaved, especially since he started taking his medicine, so Toby wasn't used to his Mother shouting at him in anger like this. It was such a shock to the system that he immediately complied, practically falling out of bed and hastily peeling off his pyjamas until he stood naked and hunched over shamefully. This was of course exactly what Grace intended.

Keeping her furious eyes trained on him, Grace strode across the room and took a seat on the bed. She took care to ensure that as she did, her short skirt rode up to reveal her bare legs to the open mouthed boy.

"Come on, get over my knee," she ordered, slapping her thighs pointedly. "It's time you learned what happens to naughty little boys who sexualise their Mommy's."

Still bewildered and swept up in everything that was happening, Toby obediently lowered himself onto the bed and led over his Mother's lap; his bottom facing upward and his flaccid cock pressing against the bare skin of her thighs. It was a position the two of them hadn't been in since he'd been smacked as a child and Grace was pleased to see his cheeks flush with embarrassment.

SLAP, SLAP, SLAP

Grace spanked Toby's cute little bottom with the palm of her hand, delighting in the way it jiggled with each blow.

"You need to learn some respect!" 

SLAP, SLAP, SLAP

Toby started to whimper pathetically.

"Your Mother is not a sex object."

SLAP, SLAP, SLAP

Grace paused for a moment, tracing her fingers lightly across Toby's rosy red bottom. She was rewarded with the sound of a soft moan of pleasure escaping her son's lips, and just as she anticipated, a gentle poke on the leg as his cock began to swell. 

SLAP, SLAP, SLAP

SLAP, SLAP, SLAP

SLAP, SLAP, SLAP

The blows increased in speed and intensity and soon had Toby yelling as his ass stung with pain; yet as each slap rocked his hips against his Mother's leg, his cock gradually grew harder and harder until it was fully engorged.

As difficult as it was to pull herself away from such a delicious spanking, Grace knew this was the moment she'd been waiting for. She abruptly pulled her hand away and tensed her body as though in a state of shock.

"What the fuck is that poking into my leg?" Grace asked sharply, her trembling voice sounding for all the world like she was struggling to control her fury.

"Uh… erm… I ah…" Toby stammered in desperation. Clearly he'd be so caught up in the spanking he hadn't noticed what was happening until it was too late.

"Stand up!"

"P-please, I can't! I…"

"Stand up right now!"

Any defiance crushed by his Mother's anger, Toby jumped from the bed and stood shamefully before her. Just as Grace had planned, the rhythmic spanking and skin to skin contact (in tandem with the drugs still running through his system of course) left Toby so hot and horny that he couldn't think straight. The little erect cock poking out from between his legs was proof enough of that.

"Oh you have got to be kidding me!" Grace spat "do you not even respect me enough to control your perverted little urges as I punish you for them?"

"I-I'm sorry, I can't help it," Toby practically sobbed.

"You'll certainly be sorry by the time I'm done with you! Clearly I've been too soft with my discipline in the past, but don't worry, follow me downstairs and I'll be sure to rectify that!"

Grace led the way downstairs and into the dining room while Toby followed sheepishly, just as she'd known he would. Upon reaching the solid oak table that dominated the room, she slapped its polished surface dramatically.

"Bend over and lie with your belly on the table," she ordered.

Trembling like a leaf, Toby lay in position as he was told; his nipples growing hard as they touched the cold, wooden tabletop. Grace stepped behind him and roughly kicked out his legs so the poor boy practically collapsed, the table taking his body weight. She then took advantage of his helpless position, retrieving the ropes she'd hidden earlier and using them to bind his legs to those of the table, tying firm knots around each of Toby's knees and ankles.

Once his legs were secured to her satisfaction she could move on to his arms. Grace pulled her son's wrists together behind his back and looped them with rope, tying them together like a pair of cuffs. For good measure, she used one final length of rope to cinch his elbows tightly together. It wasn't really necessary but it would help make the boy feel even more vulnerable than he already was; leaving him scared and ripe for manipulation.

Now that Toby was all trussed up and going nowhere, it was time for the moment Grace had been waiting for. She slowly paced across to the cabinet, opened it and retrieved a small, rectangular box, expertly crafted with fine mahogany wood and polished brass handles. Inside, lying on a bed of luxurious red velvet, was an implement that would change Toby’s life forever.

The cane was a truly fine piece of craftsmanship. Made from the finest quality bamboo, its body measured an intimidating 35 inches and was pleasingly thick to boot. The black leather handle felt comfortable in her handle and it was even decorated with a small ruby embedded at the base. It was a gift from Catherine to celebrate Grace's decision to take control of the household, and clearly her friend had spared no expense.

Feeling like a lioness stalking her oblivious prey, Grace closed in on her tightly restrained son, cane in hand and poised to strike. She flicked the cane out so that it chopped through the air just inches from Toby's ear and had to stifle a laugh as the boy jumped out of his skin at the great whoosh it made.

With deliberate slowness she made her way to the front of the table so that the terrified boy could see her. She must have been quite a sight, towering over him like an amazon, ominously tapping her cane into the palm of her hand. Yet she knew with the drugs still coursing through his system, not to mention her short skirt and low cut top, there was little doubt that what Toby saw would be stirring up feelings of arousal to compliment the fear.

"M-mom…" he whined pathetically "w-what are you going to do with that?"

"Oh so now you want to play the innocent wide eyed little boy do you?" she asked contemptuously "you weren't so innocent when you were watching those videos! I think you know very well what this is and exactly what I'm going to do with it!"

The look of primal fear in Toby's eyes confirmed she was right. He knew what was about to be done to him as helpless and vulnerable as he was, there was nothing he could do to stop it.

"Mom please! Please don't do this, I-I promise I'll never look at those websites again!"

"Oh I know you won't, but it's not looking at them that's the problem. That's what you don't seem to understand. But don't worry, Mommy's going to help you learn and make sure you never behave in this manner again."

So filled with anticipation she thought she might burst, Grace took up position behind her restrained son, lined the cane with his already red bottom and pulled it back sharply.

SMACK

Grace brought down the cane with as much power as she could muster and sliced it into Toby's bottom. The boy cried out in shock and a slash of bright red appeared across his cheeks. What a rush! Grace felt a surge of adrenaline run through her; this was every bit as thrilling as she'd hoped it would be. She pulled back her arm and swung again.

SMACK

SMACK

SMACK

"AHHHH fuck!" Toby cried in pain "Mom please, that's too much!"

"I don't think so young man! This is your punishment and you will damn well take it. I'm going to give you a beating you won't forget in a hurry!"

SMACK

SMACK

SMACK

"How dare you sexualise your Mother like that!" Grace shouted, drowning out Toby's cries "Have you no respect? After everything I've done for you this is how you repay me!"

SMACK

SMACK

SMACK

Toby's ass was starting to bruise nicely, Grace happily noted, already it was turning a dark shade of red.

"I hope you know you deserve this! You deserve to suffer and be humiliated for the way you've treated me. Well don't worry, I'll make sure that's exactly what you get!"

SMACK, SMACK, SMACK

SMACK, SMACK, SMACK

SMACK, SMACK, SMACK

The brutal barrage of blows went on relentlessly, with Toby crying and bucking against his restraints each time she stuck him. Though try as he might, the ropes were well tied and he had no choice but to take the beating. 

"Please, Mommy stop! I can't take it please!" he would cry out, yet his pleas fell on deaf ears.

God this was so fucking hot, Grace thought as her cane painted his ass into a canvas of purple and red. Huge welts were appearing with each strike, bringing an enormous smile to her face. When she saw the first trickles of blood and realised she'd trashed her way right through his skin, she felt like a giddy school-girl again.

Grace kept going until she judged Toby was right at his limit, the moment where he just couldn't take it anymore, then used all her strength to deliver one final blow. As always, her judgement was perfect. That last blow pushed the wreck of a boy over the edge and he broke down completely.

"AHHHHHHH, STOP! PLEASE! I BEG YOU!"

Toby screamed in agony; his whole body was heaving up and down as tears streamed uncontrollably down his face. 

I'm s-sorry Mommy, I'm s-so sorry," he sobbed through his red, puffy face 

This was it. Grace knew she'd finally broken him down; caused him so much pain he'd utterly fallen apart. Perfect. Now it was time to build him back up again as the boy she knew he was destined to be. Her boy. Her sweet, obedient, loving little boy.

Gently, so as not to startle him, Grace bent down to Toby's level and placed a reassuring hand on his back; just above the point where his elbows were still uncomfortably cinched together.

"Shhh it's alright honey, it's all over now," she said kindly.

Toby looked at her with desperate, questioning eyes. It was like he wanted to believe her, but couldn't quite believe this wasn't just another part of his punishment.

"R-really?" he whimpered.

"Yes my darling, as long as you've learned your lesson, Mommy won't need to hurt you anymore."

"Yes! Yes I-I promise I have," Toby babbled, clearly sensing an end to his torment and desperate to seize it "I promise I'll never watch those videos or think of you like that again."

“Oh I know you won’t. You’re a good boy really, you just got a little carried away that’s all,” she stroked his cheek affectionately “but I do need you to do something for me, just to prove you’ve really learned your lesson.”

“Of course, anything!”

Grace raised the cane, still streaked with Toby’s blood, so that it hovered inches from his face.

“I need you to kiss the cane, and then thank me for punishing you. Just so I know you understand that you deserved this; that you needed Mommy to hurt you and that all this pain was for your own good.”

For a moment Toby just stared in awe at the cane, clearly shaken at the sight of the implement that had caused him such agony, but under Grace’s watchful eye he dutifully leaned forward and planted a timid kiss on the blood covered bamboo.

“T-thank you for punishing me,” he snivelled.

“That’s my sweet boy,” Grace beamed. “Now how about we get you out of these ropes?”

It took just a few moments for her to untie the bounds that had held Toby so absolutely. Once he was free, the boy just seemed to stand there, hunched over and shivering while his eyes scoured the room uncertainly. With a flash of understanding, Grace realised that he was waiting for her to tell him what to do. His self confidence had been driven out of him to the extent that without his Mother holding his hand, he was too scared to think for himself! How perfect.

“Awww honey don’t cry,” she cooed, stretching her arms out widely “come and give Mommy a cuddle. You know Mommy will make everything better.”

This seemed to release some kind of tension in the boy as the moment she offered, his face crumpled and he practically ran into his Mother’s embrace. His arms hugged her tightly and Grace made sure to guide his head down so that his cheek rested against her bosom. Any composure Toby might have regained was lost as he began gently sobbing into his Mother’s breasts.

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry.”

“I know you are baby, and I’m sorry too,” she said soothingly, cradling her son’s head “Mommy doesn’t like hurting her special boy. I just didn’t have a choice after the way you behaved.”

"I know."

As he spoke his voice was thick with shame and self loathing, just as Grace had intended. Everything had gone perfectly so far; mean, angry Mommy had broken him and now it was time for sweet, kind Mommy to pick up the pieces and mold them into the son she desired. 

"There there, you know Mommy always makes everything better," she whispered reassuringly.

She held her son in her arms for a long time, gently rocking him from side to side and enjoying the way he clung to her like there was no one else in the world. She had known that she would enjoy doing this to him, but admittedly she had surprised even herself by the scale of her joy. It had been more than just exciting, she'd been genuinely aroused. Beating Toby like that, causing him such pain yet still knowing that he adored and obsessed over her all the same was the most intoxicating feeling in the world!

"You know," she said, trying to keep the excitement from her voice "Mommy can make all this better too."

"Y-you can?"

"Oh yes, Mommy knows you're a good boy really. It's just that you let your pride and ego get the better of you. They made you think you deserve to gratify yourself by thinking of your Mother in such a way. If you want, Mommy can take away that ego of yours and make sure something like this never happens again. Would you like that?"

"Yes! Yes please, I don't want this again. I don't want to make you hurt me again."

His words had Grace's panties wet. God this was the hottest moment of her life! Not only was she going to take everything from him, but he was practically begging her to do it! 

"I know you don’t, that’s why from tomorrow Mommy’s going to be making some big changes. It might seem scary at first, but I promise it's all for your own good."

"I understand, all for my own good," Toby echoed mindlessly.

"That's right, Mommy knows best," Grace unconsciously hugged him even tighter "Oh darling you won't believe the things I'm going to do to you! Mommy's going to take everything away; your pride, your freedom, your dignity… Mommy's going to stamp it all out of you until you're nothing but her sweet, perfect boy!"

If Toby was alarmed by what she said he didn't show it. He seemed content to do nothing but bury his head in her chest and let her do as pleased.

"And that's not all," she went on "Mommy can help with those naughty little fantasies of yours as well."

"Y-you can?"

"Oh yes, you see Mommy understands that you have urges, she's a very pretty lady and weak virgin boys like you always get a hard willy when they see a pretty lady. It's all perfectly natural," Grace explained sweetly "it's only when you act on these urges that it becomes a problem. But we can stop that from happening… all you have to do is let Mommy take control of your cock."

"My cock!?" Toby sounded genuinely worried for the first time.

"Yes silly, your cock! If you have these little fantasies but don't touch yourself like a little creep, Mommy won't feel like you've disrespected her will she? You'll just be having a completely normal reaction to seeing a pretty lady."

"Well… yeah I guess that makes sense."

"Of course it does," Grace effused, pulling Toby's head from her chest so she could look him in the eye "so how about it then? Do you want to let Mommy take control of your little willy?"

There was a moment of slight hesitation, but from the drug-induced glazed look in her son's eye, Grace knew his answer before he even opened his mouth."

"Yes Mommy, y-you can take control of my erm, well you know, my cock."

"Good boy," Grace rewarded him with a kiss on the cheek. “Well then you better bring Mommy’s cock over here, I’ve got something that will help keep it under control.”

With a friendly arm around the waist, Grace led him to the living room where resting on the coffee table, just where she left it, was a small, red draw-string bag. She pulled the string loose and out of the bag came a thick metal ring, a small phallic cage and a cylindrical brass lock with a key already inside. The stainless steel chastity device was one of the most expensive on the market, but since he would be wearing it permanently from now on, she wanted it to last.

Toby looked at the metal contraption with trepidation, but Grace didn’t give him any time for the doubts to set in. Before he could even think about questioning what was happening she reached between his legs and worked first one testicle, then the other through the metal ring. She managed to squash his dick down flat enough to force that through as well, then had to hurry to slip the steel cage over his rapidly hardening cock and clip it into the ring that now circled tightly around the base of Toby’s genitals. Once all was in place it was a simple matter of slotting the brass lock between the ring and cage before turning the key and locking the device in place.

“There you go,” Grace chirped, tapping her son’s locked cock playfully.

She was very pleased by what she saw. Toby was fully erect now and the sight of his cock pulsating against its cage, bulging through the bars as if it were being squeezed by the cold metal gave her butterflies in her stomach. That cock belonged to her now, and the cage was physical proof of her ownership.

"I don't understand… what is this?"

"That my boy is a chastity cage! It will keep that little dick of yours locked away and make sure you don't play with it anymore."

The pained expression on Toby's face told her that he was struggling to process this new development. However Grace wasn't concerned; her son was putty in her hands and she knew exactly how to mold him as she pleased.

"Mommy will just be so much happier knowing you're not touching yourself while you think about her. You want Mommy to be happy don't you?" Grace purred seductively, lightly rubbing the exposed skin at the head of his cock "so what do you say? Will you go into chastity for me? Let Mommy lock your cock away in a little cage?"

Toby moaned with pleasure and his eyes rolled back into his head at her touch. Grace had no doubt which way her son was going to answer.

"Y-y-yes," he replied breathlessly "yes y-you can lock my cock."

"Oh thank you my sweet boy, I knew you would do this for me," she pulled him into another embrace. "I'll tell you what, as a reward, how about you sleep in Mommy's bed tonight? We can have a little snuggle to celebrate what a good boy you've been."

Toby looked up at her with a shy, sheepish grin on his face.

"Yeah alright, I'd really like that," he smiled. "Thanks Mom!"

"Ah ah," Grace waggled a patronising finger "from now on, you call me Mommy. Understand?"

Though he hesitated for a moment, any defiance he might once have once possessed had now well and truly burned out. So it was no surprise at all when he replied.

"Yes Mommy."