Page 24 of Straightjacket

“And who is going to tell them? It’s our little secret, isn’t it?”

Closing my eyes for a moment I try to control my urges; to deny the love she wants to give me, but it’s been so long since I felt a mothers touch.

I watch as she crawls out from under the bed slightly, her hands within reaching distance of me. “You look stressed, let momma help you out. I can make everything all better for you.”

Momma always knew when something was bothering me, she could always tell if something was weighing heavy on my mind, and she was the only one who could ever make it better. Dad on the other hand, well, he never really cared. Beer and sports on the TV were his main priority. Even when he sent momma away, I could see the relief in his eyes, the weight leaving his shoulders knowing that he didn’t have to put up with her anymore.

And now she’s back in my care. Back where she belongs, with me. Just like Silas. He thought he could escape me, that he’d be able to outrun his destiny, his home.

Remaining in my spot on the floor, I allow her to place her hand on my ankle. She begins to squeeze, massaging slowly until she begins to trail her wrinkled hand up my trouser leg.

“Sweet boy,” she sighs. “I can feel the tension from here, let me make it better for you.”

I know I shouldn’t.

I know it’s wrong.

But I can’t deny momma, I’ve never been able to.

I allow my eyes to close for a moment, embracing the warmth of her hand on my skin then I nod my head, allowing her to make me feel better. She slips her hand back out from my trousers to shuffle out from underneath the bed, her aging bones crack and she winces with every movement, but it doesn’t deter her. Even in her late seventies, she still wants to care for me.

Once she’s out of her hiding spot, she smooths the wrinkles out of her stained nightgown. Various brown and yellow stains cover the thin fabric and as she stands before me, I’m able to see a clear image of her silhouette beneath it. Her shoulders are frail with sagging breasts, erected nipples pointing down to the floor but regardless of her ageing figure, she still has those child-baring hips– wide and round, a perfect home for a baby.

I can almost imagine her stomach swelling with my child, her breasts filled to the brim with stale, clotted milk and because of her age, the smell would be rich and sour– almost chewable even. Just the thought of that has my mouth watering and my cock growing painfully hard.

Momma looks down at me then sits on the edge of the bed, groaning slightly from her aching muscles. She runs her hands over the nightgown that lays over her knees, then pats them.

“Come here, sweet boy. Come and lay on momma’s lap.”

Eagerly I rise from the floor and begin to unbuckle my belt, her eyes shine brightly, an eagerness brewing inside of them. Once I have the belt through the loop, I hook my thumbs into my waistband and pull them down, along with my boxer briefs, baring myself to momma. Looking down, I should feel shame, embarrassment even but those feelings never come. Instead, I’m painfully hard, pearls of pre-cum seep out of the puckered skin at the tip, a yeasty smell wafting upwards until it reaches my nose.

Momma says it reminds her of warm bread, just like the bread she used to make at home.

A grin pulls at her face when she looks at my cock, her wide hips grinding slightly against the bed. “My sweet boy has got himself all excited, hasn’t he?”

I nod eagerly; my gaze locked on the way she keeps rubbing herself on the bed. “Yes momma.”

“Don’t you worry, sweetheart. I’m gonna make it all better.” She coos, and pats her knees again, beckoning me over and I waste no time in hobbling over, my trousers hanging loosely around my knees. Once I’m by her side I carefully lean over her thighs until my hands reach the floor, my ass on show when she moves my jacket to the side. Warmth blooms across my ass cheek when she places her hand there, stroking me in soothing circles. I shudder at the contact and immediately relax into her hold when she begins to rub my back with her other hand.

Goosebumps prickle across my flesh when the tips of her fingers graze over the crease of my ass, causing a soft moan to slip out of my mouth.

“Shh, sweet boy, momma’s here.” Her tone is comforting, like a blanket wrapping around me tightly, then she rears her hand back before landing a sharp blow onto my ass cheek. I grunt at the sensation, the pleasure racing through my bloodstream. She giggles and soothes the spot before spanking me again, forcing another moan out of me, all the while my cock is aching for release.

“Mo... mma.” I whimper whilst grinding my cock into her calf. The wet tip smears against her dry skin, causing a perfect friction. It’s almost enough to make me cum but I want more. “Please, make it better.”

She hums in delight and parts her legs slightly underneath me. Immediately a pungent aroma hits me– tangy and acidic, a smell that reminds me solely of her. It makes me want to taste it, again.

“You know what to do, sweet boy. Taste your momma and I’ll take care of you.”

As soon as the words leave her mouth, I scramble off her legs and kneel in front of her, her ashen face begins to glow when I start to pull up the hem of her nightgown. Blue veins cover the inside of her thighs, wrinkles like an old rug cause her skin to sag against the bed, pooling beneath her frail frame. The moment I’ve revealed her thighs, she spreads her legs even further, the wrinkled lips of her old pussy begin to peel away from her legs to reveal the clotted cream that pools in her hole. Hard nodules gather like tiny barnacles on the inside of her lips, small gems getting lost inside the salt and pepper hair that covers her mound.

I want to bite them, to feel their texture against my teeth. Will they burst like puss-filled pearls, or be tough like gristle inside meat? Either way I’m determined to find out.

With my hands on her knees, momma weaves her fingers into my hair, her chipped nails scraping against my scalp, causing my eyes to roll into the back of my head. I moan shamelessly at the sensation and begin to grind my leaking cock into the edge of the bed, the rough mattress rubs against my burning flesh and I whimper, eager to release my load.

Momma must notice my desperation and begins to guide my head into her dark cavern. The tangy smell grows more bitter the closer that I get and I lick my lips in hunger, my tongue eager to scoop her out. To suck out that cream like a vanilla milkshake.

“Come to me, sweet boy. Make momma proud.” She teases with my hair, and I do as I’m told, just like momma’s good boy. I press my face into her musty pussy and use the tip of my nose to circle her wrinkled clit, eliciting a sharp whimper from her. Arousal begins to coat my lips, sticky and thick as I bury my face deeper. Her thighs tremble around my head and the moment I probe her hole, coagulated cream seeps into my mouth and I swallow it back, the thickness of it sticking to the walls of my throat. I continue to scoop out her cavern until she’s somewhat clean, then my teeth find the hard skin on her labia, gems that I’ve been wanting to bite, so I do. Using my front teeth, I nibble at them.