Honour Thy Mother Ch. 03

Note: This is an alternate version of XtinaSmith2017's story Behind Closed Doors, posted with the author's permission.

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And now Jenna was looking at one of them. Just a day ago she couldn't have imagined that this seemingly angelic creature could have sent it or typed out the cruel message that accompanied it and had no doubt done its part to reduce her son to the bawling mess curled up against her for comfort. The memories made her python stir, pressed against her thigh by her stocking, and she put the phone down beside her so it couldn't distract her further.

"Oh dear," she sighed and gave Alex an affectionate squeeze. She reassured him, "You mustn't take what she wrote to heart. The little bitch is just trying to hurt you."

Alex cringed again at hearing her talk about Sandra like that and he mewled, "Okay, mom. I'll... I'll try."

Jenna removed her hand from Alex's side to caress his head as she empathized, "My poor boy. I know how awful it feels to be cheated on."

She hadn't finished the sentence when disdain filled her as she thought back to his shithead of a father. He hadn't even had the decency to make up some excuse for fucking some young slag, in their bed no less, when she walked in on them. He had simply told her she had changed after she had Alex and should be thankful that he had stayed with her. Of course, he had grovelled once she pulled out her phone and got the evidence that would later enable her to get a divorce settlement which, while generous, still left her wanting revenge.

"Cheated on?" she heard Alex repeat incredulously. "Um. Mom, look at that... thing," he muttered awkwardly. "It's not even real," he pointed out. Wallowing in self-pity, his voice cracked as he summarized, "She chose a toy over me."

Taken aback, Jenna replied awkwardly, "It, uh, looks real to me. I mean, it seems to, well, work."

"But it's so huge," she heard Alex whisper and felt her thick meat jerk again.

"Oh sweetie, I told you not to believe a word she wrote. It just looks like that because of perspective," she lied.

"You think so?" Alex sniffled.

"Of course. Don't worry about it, I'm sure you, um, have no problem... downstairs," she assured, though Alex simply shifted uncomfortably.

A twisted plan took shape in her head and she added, "I could just have a look to confirm."

"Mom! No, that's just weird!" Alex blurted out.

"It sort of is," she agreed. "But it's plain that this bothers you, and I'm sure you actually have nothing to be concerned about. Don't you want to get it off your mind?" she spelt out.

"Stop it. You're my mother!" Alex demanded.

"Yes, I am. You know I've seen it before, no need to be shy."

"You're just making it worse," Alex whined.

"Think of it like getting a shot. It's better if we stop fussing about it and just get it over with. You'll feel better, trust me," she conferred.

"I said no. Just hold me. Please," He begged.

Jenna's patience ran out. Exasperated, she urged, "Stop being such a baby and let me..." With a grunt of effort, she pushed Alex off her, splaying him on the couch, and stood up. Bending over him she grabbed his pants, lifting up his hips and dragging him along as she pulled them down together with his boxers, finishing her sentence, "Help... you." Once his privates came into view she snorted. His penis had to be smaller than her thumb and lay above a pair of testicles maybe an inch across.

Alex suddenly found himself on his back, disoriented. "Actually," he heard his mother's voice. Propping himself up on his elbows he saw her face above him. Following her gaze, he realized she had exposed him despite his protests. "Forget what I said. That really is pathetic," he heard her state matter-of-factly.

Alex froze, dazed. Suddenly Jenna's derisive laughter tore through the oppressive silence filling the room. Regaining control of herself, Jenna shook her head incredulously and confided, "I didn't want to believe it, but they weren't exaggerating."

Straightening up, she assessed, "If anything, it's worse than they let on."

Alex felt her words drive a stake through his heart that drove tears into his eyes and paralyzed his brain. "Mom? What do you..." he stammered before his voice trailed off.

"Aww, confused?" Jenna condescended. "This should clear things up," she declared and pulled her phone from the inside pocket she'd had the tailor add to her blazer, opened the gallery and started a slideshow of a folder full of cherished memories, almost failing to suppress a chortle as she pushed it into her son's hand.

Rather than explain anything, what Alex saw delivered another blow to his reeling mind. He looked into a stormy grey pair of eyes that he immediately recognized as belonging to Janine, his previous girlfriend. Her blonde hair was a mess, hanging over the lightly-tanned skin of her bare upper body in dishevelled streaks. She was pushing her beautiful tits together, another giant dildo emerging from between them, the tip Kartal Anal Escort of her stuck-out tongue hidden behind its glans. He noted that it almost looked too lifelike just as the picture vanished.

It was replaced by another, this one showing Janine from the hips up, on her back. Her eyes were closed and lips slightly parted, with thick off-white streaks painted across her hair, face and chest. On her taut belly, Alex again saw apparently the very same silicone phallus.

A lewd confession broke the silence that had settled in the room. "Oh god, I love your cock," Alex heard in a voice he hadn't heard in a long time. A video of Maria, his first girlfriend, was playing on the screen in his hand. Her petite body was bouncing at a frantic pace, gooey cum leaking out of her ruined pussy onto the massive shaft ravaging her butt. "Ah, Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" she swore before she wailed, spasmed and collapsed toward the camera.

Next came another photo, this one of Janine on her knees, showing off her mouth filled to the brim with pure white that also clung to her chin and ran down to her collarbone.

Then a loud slurping sound assailed his ears as he saw Maria's face, her chestnut eyes staring at the camera as a pale, feminine-seeming hand pulled her up by her brown hair off that ridiculously large dildo he was starting to see far too much of. Her cheeks hollowed slightly, lips stretched tight until the glans popped out of her mouth and she wheezed, drawing in a deep breath that suddenly ended in a gurgling sound as a white spurt filled her mouth, one of many that landed on her, continuing to unload after just the first few had already covered her entire face. Puzzled, Alex couldn't help but notice that the dildo bobbed rather organically every time it pumped out another jet.

Another dozen or so files flickered across his mom's phone, photos and videos of this artificial penis impaling his ex-girlfriends or dumping its fake cum, even one showing both of them on either side of it, their tongues intertwining around its tip. He had just gathered the presence of mind to wonder how his mother had gotten these when her cruel laughter reminded him of the world outside of the screen he was fixated on.

His eyes burned as he blinked, tearing them off another raunchy picture he looked at Jenna, the hand in front of her mouth doing little to hide the derision on her face.

When she saw him look at her with watering eyes, she moved it to point at him and mocked, "Like what you see?"

Following her finger Alex found himself looking at his fully erect penis and shame surged through him. He dropped the phone on the couch and rolled over on his side, his hands darting to cover his crotch.

"Well at least you seem to know good sex when you see it," she conceded. "They never looked anything like that with you, did they?"

She knew she wouldn't get an answer, and she didn't need one. "How would they, they probably couldn't even feel that tiny... thing you have."

After a brief chuckle she added, "Seriously, I don't even know what to call that. It's too small to call a cock and clits give girls pleasure, unlike that pointless nub," she spat out the last word, her tone growing increasingly venomous.

"Just how small is it even? 4 inches? Come on, I know you must've measured it. Did you try over and over again, hoping for another result? Did it even grow since you hit puberty?" she wondered. Hesitating briefly, she interjected, "Wait, you do know what a clit is, right? With how frustrated those girls were, you can't be any good with your tongue either."

She let out a deep sigh. "You know, I kind of wish I'd known sooner. I actually felt guilty sometimes," she admitted. "But it would've been a crime to just stand by and let pretty young things like that stay unsatisfied. And to think that you may have been their first. Do you even know how terrible that is? They must've thought sex was a chore, now I'm actually glad I showed them how much more it can be."

Following another chuckle, she observed, "Makes sense that they were so tight, they practically were virgins."

Every sentence of the degrading barrage his mother was raining down on him sunk another dagger into Alex's back and made him curl up a bit tighter. Before long he was in the foetal position, crying uncontrollably. Even worse than his mother turning on him, with his hands covering his crotch he could feel his own body betray him. His penis was rock hard and twitched every time his mother threw another insult at him or he heard the sounds of rough sex from her phone.

He had always known he wasn't well-endowed. Just as his mother suspected he had kept measuring himself every month but as the years passed he had become increasingly insecure about it as he slowly grew barely past 4 inches. Hearing Maria call it "cute" when she first saw it had stung, now his mother, who had always supported him and built him back up after each breakup, was hammering that sore spot relentlessly and her every word was like Kartal Yaşlı Escort a blow to the pit of his stomach. So why was he so aroused?

During an abrupt lull in the stream of humiliation, he stammered weakly, "Why are you saying this?" A few sobs broke out of him. "And what do you mean, you showed them..." He couldn't get the rest of her sentence past his lips, though to his dismay he felt his penis twitch at the thought.

"Because it's true," Jenna stated flatly. "It's a simple fact that no woman should have to touch that pitiful lump between your legs and the sooner you accept it the better." She laid out, her tone as harsh as her words. Alex whined, feeling himself twitch again.

"And why am I even putting you through college if you're that slow? I won't spell it out, you'll put it together eventually."

"I really wanted to help you grow up into a decent man," she professed, sighing. "Unlike your piece of shit of a father," she spat out full of contempt.

"I tried to help you build confidence, teach you how to talk to girls, how to treat them, how to pick yourself back up when they rejected you. I cheered for you whenever one showed interest in you. I built you back up when they dumped you," she reminisced. "But you can't even be called a man. It was all in vain," she concluded. "You're such a disappointment."

The resignation in her voice hit Alex harder than anything she had said.

"But," she began, taking off her blazer as she moved to sit next to the quietly weeping picture of misery in front of her. "You're still my baby boy."

She reached over and pulled Alex's head into her lap, grunting as she overpowered his weak protests. "And I still love you. Can't help it," she confessed, delicately stroking her son's hair as he broke down completely, wailing loudly as his tears soaked into her skirt.

Alex wanted to hate her. After all the abuse she had heaped on him he wanted to abhor her, but he had never felt so betrayed and he needed to be comforted, to feel loved, and despite himself, her scent and gentle touches soothed him. He wanted to believe that she still loved him, even as a rapidly shrinking part of his mind screamed that she was lying.

Minutes passed by as Alex slowly calmed until they sat in near-silence, the tune Jenna was humming the only sound in the room until Alex craned his neck around to look up at her.

"I'm sorry, mom," Alex murmured, "For disappointing you."

"Oh sweetie, don't worry about it," Jenna replied. "It's not your fault."

Another minute passed in silence as Alex's eyes kept creeping toward his mother's bosom, blushing as he noticed what a beautiful sight it was, even hidden by her blouse. Jenna pretended not to notice but enjoyed the knowledge of just how completely he was caught in her web.

"Hey, sweetie. I have an idea," She caught him staring at her chest as she looked down. "Now, you'll never satisfy a woman sexually..."

Alex cringed barely visibly, which she ignored, "But there's something you can do that may make them want to keep you around anyway. Want me to teach you?" she suggested.

The spark of hope that lit up her son's eyes almost made her reconsider what she was about to do.

"Yes! What is it?" he burst out. Jenna took a second to go over her little con once more, trying to come up with some last-minute adjustments to make it more believable. "Mom! Come on, tell me," Alex prodded her.

"Aren't you eager?" Jenna teased, looking down at Alex with a playful smile on her face. "You see, sweetie, everyone knows how unhealthy heels are for women's feet but it's hell on our legs too, and that kind of goes under-appreciated. Ugh, be glad you won't have to spend a day in those things. You wouldn't believe the leg cramps I've had," she revealed, thinking that she actually quite liked the thought of putting him in heels.

Pushing that mental image aside, she continued, "And after a day at the office or a night out a nice leg massage can feel... so good."

Her voice dropped to a purr as she almost moaned the last two drawn-out words. "And if you do a good job, who knows, maybe she won't mind if your hands roam a little," she teased. "Or she might be up for some... reciprocity."

"Uh, that kind of makes sense, I guess. Thanks for telling me, mom," Alex said hesitantly. "I think I give good back massages."

"Back...? Haven't you ever given a leg massage?" Jenna was actually surprised to hear. "Well that won't do, sweetie. You need some practice. Go on, get on the floor."

"Why would I get on..."

Then it dawned on him. "Wait. You mean, practice... on you?" Alex muttered.

"Of course. Did I say I'd tell you or teach you? And you can't really reach anywhere as you are."

"Umm," Alex hesitated. Jenna held her breath, hoping she hadn't pushed him too quickly. "Okay," he finally acquiesced.

Jenna shifted forward slightly to sit on the edge of the couch and spread her legs as much as her skirt permitted. "It's best if you get right Kartal Zenci Escort between her legs, that way you can get to all the good spots," she directed, only realizing the innuendo afterwards. She wondered if maybe Alex was more eager than he let on as he hadn't even taken the time to pull his pants back up from around his thighs so now he was crawling towards her rather awkwardly.

"There you are. Now, pick a leg, start at the knee and just gently squeeze the calf as you run your hand down along its back. Alternate your hands, keep it slow and steady," she instructed. "Just like that, sweetie", she encouraged him as he followed her made-up advice. "Now take it in both hands and apply a bit more pressure, knead the tension out."

To his credit, Jenna thought, his touch actually was pleasant enough as she watched him work, his eyes fixated on his hands.

"Seems you're a natural, sweetie," she praised him. "Ugh, I can't relax like this. Let me just..."

She reached up to undo her bun and shook her lush hair free. As it settled she opened the uppermost buttons of her blouse, pulling it open to display a great deal of cleavage. "That's better," she breathed as she placed her hands behind her on the couch and pushed out her chest slightly.

Alex was engrossed by the silky sensation of her stocking-clad leg in his hands. Curious to find out what she'd done, he managed to take his eyes off his hands to look up. The picture of sensual mature femininity he saw was breath-taking and for a moment he froze until he remembered that this was his mother he was looking at and he felt his cheeks glow, jerking his head back down as he mentally berated himself for thinking of her like that.

Jenna savoured the stunned look on his face for the brief instant it lasted. She barely caught sight of his blush before his sudden movement hid it from view but betrayed so much more.

"You're getting the hang of it, sweetie. Now switch to the other leg. And try experimenting a little, figure out what works from the reactions you get."

Alex obeyed and for the next few minutes, Jenna enjoyed seeing her son on his knees, devoting himself to pleasing her, completely absorbed in his task. His eyes alternated between her smooth leg in his hands and her face, though she saw his eyes drift down to her breasts again and again, especially whenever she drew in an exaggerated breath just to watch him squirm. The bashful look on his face every time he noticed she had caught him staring was delightful, but she could only hold out so much longer. It was finally time to tighten the noose.

"I think you've got the calves figured out well enough for now, sweetie. Time to move on," She paused for effect. "To the thighs," she announced, watching Alex intently, not quite able to tell whether he was nervous or excited as he fidgeted. "You'll have to get my skirt out of the way first, though. Just push it on up."

"But, uh, mom, won't I see your," Alex hesitated, "Underwear?"

"Well, yes, but I've seen yours so it's only fair right?" She smirked as she continued, "Oh, and don't believe I haven't caught you looking at these," she said as she cupped her full breasts. "Naughty boy," she teased. "You want to see it, don't you?" she whispered. Once more she felt herself tense up while she waited for Alex to react. She had played her hand. Had she caught the right moment?

A grin split her lips as Alex's face turned a radiant crimson and he shifted forward slightly, wordlessly gripped the hem of her skirt and started to move it up her thighs. He had only moved it a few inches when a sizable bulge in one of Jenna's stockings caught his eye and he paused briefly. As he slowly lifted her skirt further he continued to uncover more of it. He stopped, puzzled. "Uh, mom, what's that?"

"Oh, this?" Jenna asked coyly, taking his hands and pulling them, along with her skirt, toward her hips. Alex's eyes went wide as more and more of her shaft came into view until she revealed her weighty balls, which made his jaw drop.

Jenna let go of his hands, reaching down to grab his head and pull his stunned form further toward her crotch with one hand and slowly liberating her cock from its silky prison with the other, slapping it down on her son's face. "This is how you will thank me for loving you. For being the only one who does."

Alex couldn't think. The thick cock in front of his eyes dominated his senses. Feeling its weight on his face and the heat radiating off it made it even more intimidating, as if its size alone, even near-flaccid as it was, wasn't enough. "Aww, feeling a bit shy?" he heard his mother's mocking voice. "Guess I'll have to introduce you."

With that, she pulled his face further forward, her tip sliding up along his face until it drooped over his head. The further she pulled him the more intense her musk became, utterly filling his nose by the time his chin touched her root, her balls pressing against his throat. "Oh don't worry, you'll learn to love that scent," she asserted as she started moving his head in small circles, rubbing her pheromones all over his face. Alex slowly awoke from his catatonic state, his eyes filling with tears as he looked at his mother past her impossible cock and saw a mix of glee and malice on her face. "Stick your tongue out. Taste it," she ordered.