Chapter 1: Exposition
Chapter 1: An Ebbing Empowerment
Timmy Lovell had muscular dystrophy, a mild form thereof, but it had taken hold over the years to the point that his foster mother Jeannette was now obliged to help him out with even the simplest of tasks. "Obliged" was the word she frequently made use of in front of Timmy, making sure he fully appreciated the hard labor his illness made her go through.
In truth, ever since his 18th birthday it seemed that she had been taking an inappropriate amount of pleasure from this burden which God had bestowed upon her. Not to mention the elaborate expansion of her duties, most of which obviously were no more dignified than a perverted thrill.
He was a very handsome boy, having inherited the beauty of his long-lost mother, with delicate, almost boyishly feminine features, complemented by a deep hazelnut warmth protruding from his eyes and the fine locks atop his head.
Jeannette herself was an attractive middle-aged woman, slim but with feminine curves. Her features were beautiful, but her face, framed by wavy chestnut hair, carried a majestic look that spoke of domination and a no-nonsense manner. Her piercing blue eyes and full red lips added the hint of sex appeal, even with several decades behind her. Her body was likewise in good shape, large, full, round breasts, topped with large nipples, a bright pink in shade. Elsewhere was also sensual curves; belly, hips, buttocks, and mons leading down to her sex.
Jeannette had always been kind to her charge, in her own way. Although stern and unbending in regards to her many principles, she had a heart as large as her bosom, and those deserving of it were never in dire need of care in her presence. She was a tall and well-built woman, and Timmy, being ill and quite small for his age, always felt powerless and insignificant when she hovered over him, the great twin globes of her chest symbolizing her maternal authority over him.
He loved her; that she knew. She couldn't mistake the look of utter devotion and supplication in his eyes - even when sheltered in a grimace of scarlet coyness and embarrassment. No matter what her wicked mind decided to do with his body, his protests were never more than a timid whimper. Not that he was in a position to resist her anyway, as she would simply drag him across her firm lap and punish him until he was sobbing and his poor bottom, as well as the sensitive plump marbles beneath, were glowing bright red.
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He pretended to be asleep as Jeanette entered the room, dressed in a soft cashmere sweater and attractive patterned skirt, and crouched down beside his bed.
"Good morning sweetie. Did you sleep well?" She whispered while running her fingers soothingly through his hair.
"Yes mommy," he answered sleepily. She insisted that he call her mommy, even though it made him feel rather silly.
Jeanette slid her hand underneath the covers and trailed her digits across the soft flesh of his stomach, cupping his bulging testicles on the outside of his nappy. She had not allowed the boy to ejaculate for over ten days now.
"Did my little boy stay dry all night?" She asked smiling warmly down at him.
"Yes mommy," he mumbled with a blush.
"Be a polite boy and
ask mommy to check your nappy." She reprimanded him while tightening her grip on his delicate marbles.
Timmy closed his eyes at the slight pain, gasping,
"Please mommy."
She let go and softly padded his bulge. "Good boy," She cooed while bending down and kissing him tenderly on the lips.
She drew back the covers and positioned herself on the bed between his smooth slender legs. Slowly, almost methodically, she started to unpin the large safety pins on either side of the nappy.
Timmy knew what was expected of him.
He drew back his knees as far as he could, and laid out his arms flat above his head. He closed his eyes and gasped slightly as the cool air of the room came into contact with his most private parts.
Jeanette felt almost dizzy with excitement at the sight before her.
Every crevice and surface was completely hairless. His pecker was plump
and beautiful, laying pulsating on the flat of his stomach with a single
pearl of pre-cum dropping from the shiny pink glans.
Underneath it hung the pink pouch of his testes. She took hold of his
tight sack and gently swung it onto the shaft of his penis, giving her a
better view of the perky round anatomy below.
Harriet opened the top draw of the nightstand which stood beside the
bed. In it lay several different medical articles which were all apart of
Timmy's daily treatment. She picked up a jar of Vaseline, wet wipes and an
old fashioned rectal thermometer.
Taking both his slender ankles into the palm of her left hand, she bend
Timmy backwards, raising his bottom from the bed.
What an adorable little bottom," she said while tracing a long finger
down the cleft of his cheeks, stopping right at the edge of his tiny pink
rosebud. She then dipped her finger into the Vaseline and carefully rubbed
the sticky substance around his puckered opening.
"Uhhhhhhhhhhh" Timmy whimpered quietly.
Harriet would often marvel at just how sensitive the boy's anus was. He
was the perfect play-toy in every possible way.
Slowly she dipped the long thermometer into the jar, making sure to
collect as much Vaseline onto the tip as possible. Looking into his
innocent face, eyes closed, mouth agape, she lined up the thermometer and
proceeded to insert it in one smooth motion. The whimpers of the boy
fluctuated in accordance with the the bouncing of his erect member, as
Harriet twirled the thermometer inside of him. She withdrew the
thermometer right to the tip, before reinserting it all the way. She kept
a tight grip on both his ankles, making sure the boy was bend all the way
back.
Letting go of the thermometer with her one free hand, Harriet took hold
of his tight hairless sack and gentle squeezed the delicate eggs.
"My
little boy needs to cum soon doesn't he?"
"Uhhhhh" Timmy moaned.
"Don't worry sweetheart, mommy will take very good care of you!" She
reassured him.
She removed the thermometer from his bottom and gently pulled it out.
It glistened with Vaseline and produced a slight squishing sound.
"Mmmmmm" She licked her lips, enjoying the sight before her.
Timmy writhed on the bed, a delicious spectacle in her eyes. His pale skin, glistening with sweat, glowed under the dim light filtering into the room. The aroma of arousal filled the space like a potent perfume, driving her desires to new heights.
"Mommy wants to taste your sweet juices, dear," she teased, stroking his erect phallus gently. "Would you like that?"
He nodded eagerly, his breathing heavy and uneven.
Jeannette reached out to the nightstand again, this time retrieving a small container of lubricant.
With deliberate intent, she drizzled a generous amount onto her fingertips, rubbing them together to coat herself thoroughly. The scent of vanilla-infused lotion wafted through the air, mingling with the increasingly intoxicating musk that permeated the room.
"I want to make this extra special for you, baby," she murmured seductively, positioning herself closer to Timmy, straddling his hips. "You deserve nothing less than the best."
Her fingers danced along his erection, teasing him mercilessly.
Each stroke sent shivers down his spine, fueling his desire for release.
"Oh mommy, please, I can't wait any longer," he pleaded weakly, his voice barely audible above his ragged breaths.
Jeannette smirked, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "We have all the time in the world, baby boy. Why don't we make this last a bit longer?"
She leaned forward, her moist lips brushing against his earlobe.
"Do you trust me, darling?" Her whisper echoed with an enticing promise.
"Y-yes, Mommy," he stammered, unable to hide the butterflies fluttering in his stomach.
Jeannette traced her index finger along the underside of his erection, sending waves of pleasure coursing through his veins. "I'll give you something special today," she purred, her gaze locked onto his throbbing member. "Something you've never experienced before."
He swallowed, his Adam's apple bobbing nervously.
"Wh-what is it, Mommy?"
"Oh, my sweet boy," she sighed, her finger lightly grazing along his length. "Just imagine if you could feel multiple orgasms...multiple times the pleasure. What do you think about that?"
A shiver ran down his spine, and he instinctively arched his back, craving the sensation of multiple climaxes. "That sounds wonderful, Mommy. But how...?"
"Well, there's a technique called edging," she explained, her green eyes gleaming with anticipation.
"We'll bring you close to orgasm, but stop just short of it. Then,
we'll repeat the process. It's a tantalizing game of control and surrender."
Timmy listened intently, his heart pounding wildly in his chest. He'd heard whispers of such techniques before, but the idea of experiencing it firsthand with his beloved mommy sent a wave of exhilaration crashing through him.
"Will it hurt?" he asked, his voice trembling slightly.
Jeannette shook her head, a tender smile curving her lips.
"No, sweetheart, edging won't hurt you. In fact, it might be the most pleasurable experience you've ever had. Just imagine feeling the edge of ecstasy, only to be pulled back right before you reach the peak. That exquisite tension, building and building, until you can bear it no longer. It's like riding a rollercoaster, just when you think you're going to fall, the ride stops and leaves you wanting more."
Timmy shivered as he pictured the scenario, his pulse quickening at the thought of experiencing such intense pleasure.
Jeannette's deft fingers continued to tease him, sending delightful jolts of electricity coursing through his body. Each stroke brought him closer to the precipice, but the prospect of falling over the edge filled him with boundless anticipation.
"But Mommy," he protested, his voice cracking with uncertainty, "how will I know when to stop?"
Jeannette chuckled softly, her eyes brimming with lustful delight. "Leave everything to me, precious.
All you have to do is relax and enjoy the ride. Trust me," Jeannette reassured him, her tone hushed yet commanding. She pressed her lips firmly against his, swallowing his anxious sighs with her kiss.
As they parted, she guided his head back against the pillow, pinning him down with her weight. Her gaze locked onto his vulnerable expression, a mixture of anticipation and fear flickering in his eyes.
"Shhh," she soothed, stroking his cheek affectionately. "Everything's going to be alright.
It was evening when Timmy awoke to the sight of his foster mother
standing over him, beside his bed.
"Did you have a nice nap Timmy?" she purred softly, "Mommy tried to have
a nap too, but I just couldn't stop tossing and turning with thoughts about
what a good boy you were earlier."
Still slightly numbed from the suppository, the boy felt himself being
raised from the bed, and led into his mommy's bedroom down the hall. It
was large, cozy room dominated by nuances of brown and beige. A lit
fireplace stood crackling in one end of the room, sending waves of heat
across Timmy's naked skin.
Harriet sat down on the king-sized bed and positioned the boy between
her strong thighs. Then she dug her fingers into the waistband of Timmy's
diaper and swiftly pushed it down to his ankles. Timmy blushed as he was
once again exposed to the gaze of his foster mother. After inspecting his
body thoroughly from head to toe, Harriet told the boy to warm up his
little tush for her.
With the cloth garment around his ankles, Timmy waddled pathetically
over to the fireplace. Placing his palms upon his knees he stuck out his
pale bottom towards the fire, feeling absolutely ridiculous.
Harriet stifled a giggle and lovingly ruffled his hair.
"Good boy."
She left the room, but returned shortly after, striding leisurely into
the room with a huge pink strap-on protruding from her pelvis. Harriet had
removed her skirt, but the phallus and harness around her hips kept her
panties hidden from Timmy's gaze.
He had once wandered past her bedroom door, which had been ajar, and
stopped in awe at the sight of her dressed only in a blouse and panties,
facing away and bending at the waist to pick something up off the floor.
The sight of the thin cotton material of her underwear clinging to the
full, plump curve of her womanhood had caused him to gasp, his young body
springing to attention. At that Harriet had spun around, standing tall and
glaring down at him. Moments later Timmy had been lying on his back on his
bed, arms and legs tied to the headboard, genitals and bottom bared and
exposed, howling in pain as Harriet's palm came down on his sensitive flesh
over and over again. Since that day though the image had haunted his
dreams, he had never again caught even the merest glimpse of his foster
mother undressed.
Now she stood before him, hands on hips, the soft wool of her cashmere
sweater accentuating her large, firm bosom, her shapely legs bare, leading
his gaze up to the large dildo that pointed proudly at him. Timmy felt
helpless as he stood trembling before her, naked and hairless with a diaper
around his ankles. His buttocks tightened protectively at the sight of the
menacing plastic phallus.
Timmy had never seen a dildo before, but he already knew its purpose.
Without being told, he kneeled on the soft fur beneath him, head down,
and arched his back as much as he could, looking back at her with a nervous
expression on his face.
"Such a good boy," Harriet purred while gracefully falling to her knees
behind him. She reached between the boy's thighs and drew back the
delicate marbles of his scrotum.
"Squeeze your legs together now." She ordered him, and as he did so, she
let go of his precious jewels, letting them rest against the back of his
thighs . The boy's anus flexed involuntarily at the feeling of being spread
by a foreign object. She grasped it firmly in one hand, while reaching
underneath Timmy with the other. She grabbed his testicles and gave them
a light squeeze while pulling the boy forward slightly to meet the
advancing toy.
"Is that better?" She laughed softly.
The cold, hard object touched his sensitive hole, causing Timmy to
wince. The strange thing was sliding between his butt cheeks, pressing
against his entrance.