“You need to know something, John,” she purrs as she pushes her little panty aside and straddles me. I groan in pleasure at her tightness dripping around me. “This is your last freebie.” She rocks her hips deliciously. “From here on out, you will learn to listen and obey.”
The waves of ecstasy coursing through me make it difficult to do anything except agree with her for fear she will stop. I mumble my assent.
“That’s a good boy, John.” Her fingers delicately cup my balls and stroke them. “You will learn to comply without hesitation. And the rewards for obedience will be great. Erotic heights you’ve never experienced before.” She raises her hips till only my tip is at her wet opening and hovers for a moment before lowering herself down my full length and crying out in delight.
“The next thing I require of you is to bring your family here. Your wife and your boy.”
“My family–?” I begin to question but clamp my lips shut. It’s still too late.
Her hips stop. She stands up and turns around, bringing her face close to mine, her eyes burning a hole into my inner thoughts. Her breasts sway in front of me. My eyes drop to the swell of them with desire. I want to bury my face in them.
“Consider this your first punishment, John. Don’t question me again.” Her hand brushes down over my face, making my eyes close.
When I open them, she’s gone.
My erection is not. It is hard and urgent with the need to empty and spill. After looking around the room to verify she isn’t watching from nearby, I grasp my cock and begin a steady up-and-down motion.
It doesn’t satisfy. The stroking is mundane and almost numbing, boring. My testicles begin to throb, demanding gratification that refuses to come.
I double my efforts.
My arm begins to ache; sweat pours from my forehead. I’m on the verge of an orgasm that will not release. The sounds that escape my lips are now cries of pain. Tears join the sweat on my face. Climaxing is no longer a desire; it is a must. My head is dizzy as the blood continues to pump to my penis. This might be the hardest I’ve ever been, and I ache to finish. I need to finish. I will do anything to finish.
But completion escapes me.
Minutes keep ticking by. Sweat soaks me from head to toe. My jeans stick to my legs uncomfortably. My arm begs me to stop, but the pain in my groin is too great. I need to release this tension.
Gradually, it becomes clear that there’s only one who can help me. Maybe if I beg? Apologize?
“Mother,” my voice comes out weak and pathetic. “Please, Mother. I need you.” I close my eyes and grit my teeth. A soft hand falls over mine stopping the agonizing effort.
“Tell me you’ll obey, John.”
After a great sniff, I nod my head. “Yes. Anything.”
“Anything?” Her hand gently strokes my shaft, just once, and for a moment, the torment turns to pleasure again.
“Yes. Anything.” I look up, my eyes pleading with hers.
“What did I ask you to do, John?” One single finger runs from base to tip and back down bringing partial relief.
I tremble and respond. “Bring my family here.”
“And you’ll do it?”
“I’ll do anything. Please. I need you.” Unable to stop myself, I buck my hips towards her, begging with my body for her to take care of me.
She pushes my legs apart with ease and lowers to her knees in front of me. “You are mine now, John. You will never again climax without me.”
I bob my head as if I understand, but it’s just a desperate move to get her to quit teasing me.
Her warm mouth descends over my erection and takes the whole of it inside. Seconds later, I cry out in relief.
She grins up at me, allowing a trickle of cum to escape the edge of her mouth, which she wipes up with her finger and licks off. “Sleep well, John.”
I fall into a stupor.
* * *
When I wake up, it is dark outside. My head aches. My pants are around my ankles. The image of her face looking up at me from between my legs floods back into my memory. Grief overwhelms me when I recall that I agreed to bring my family here, to this house, to her.
What does she want with them?
When I reach up and run my hand over my face and through my hair, I find my arm is sore. And so is my junk.
That’s when the painful memory of trying to climax comes back into my mind, as well as her raspy warning that I will need her.
That can’t be true. My wife is the sexiest woman I know. Her body is all I need in order to bring myself pleasure.
Yes. I’ll bring my wife here and show Her I don’t need her. Show who? Who is She? She’s obviously not my mother. My mother is older and deader. Who is Mother?
I sigh and scrub at my face with both hands this time. I will ask Meisha to come and bring little Johnny with her. I’m stronger with my family by my side.
My phone is on the end table near the empty glass of scotch. I pick it up and see five missed messages and seven missed calls from Meisha.
“Let me know how it’s going.”
“Are you okay? I love you.”
