Quick programming note: I'm working on Sex Powers University 3.5 right now, but don't expect it until after the 4th of July. Things are really coming to a head, so to speak, for Troy and the gang, and it takes time to make sure all the plots get the time they deserve!
(And yes, of course this is a work of fiction, and everyone is still 18+. Enjoy!)
(And yes, of course this is a work of fiction, and everyone is still 18+. Enjoy!)
My mother's spanking was fierce and merciless.
At any other time I would have been mortified, to be buck naked over my mother's knee in my own back yard, getting my bare ass reddened in front of my best friends and the incredibly sexy older neighbor from next door. But after the first ten rapid-fire spanks from my mother's open hand on my naked rear, all I could think about was the PAIN.
I hadn't been spanked like this since I was ten! Back then I had cried like a baby, but surely I was tougher now, older and stronger!
I kept that fiction for about ten more hard spanks as the incredible fire grew in my rear, as every one of my mother's full force swats landed perfectly my sit spots, the lower round of my butt.
My mother was pissed.
“Mom! STOP!” I yelled, my voice higher than I wanted it to be. “I'm SORRY!”
“You will be!” she replied, not stopping for a second. “How dare you cum like that- and all over a female guest to this house!”
“Oh Kate, the boy barely got any on me,” Mrs. Barros laughed, crossing her long legs. “I managed to point his little penis away just before he spurted by accident.”
By accident?! Mrs. Barros had made me cum, while I sat helplessly on her lap!
And another life-changing humiliation I hadn't been able to process yet: because of my mother's nude swimming rules for me and my friends, the former Brazilian beauty queen who had been in my masturbation fantasies since she had moved in next door now knew I had a humiliatingly small penis!
And so did all my friends- Tommy, Hank and Uri had started calling me 'Shorty' at the mall the other day, in front of some girls we knew!
“No, it's the principle of the thing, Isabella!” my mother said, spanking with every few words, her anger starting to run out. “My little boy has a premature ejaculation problem, and I want it to stop! Last week he came in front of me too, without even touching himself!”
I couldn't believe she was telling Mrs. Barros this! But more immediately, I needed this spanking to stop- my entire ass was on fire!
I tried not to sob like a baby as I spoke, but-
“MOM please!” I bawled, my tears falling into the grass in front of my face. “I'll never do it again!”
She spanked even as she spoke. “Do what again?”
“Cum too fast!”
“Damn right you won't,” she laughed. “Twenty more and you'll really remember not to!”
I tried to get up, but she just put one leg over both of mine like she had with Tommy and kept on spanking.
I tried to cover my ass, but she just grabbed my arm and twisted it behind my back.
I tried to shift, buck, make the spanks fall anywhere else but the zone she had concentrated on, but she held me perfectly in place.
There was nothing to do but stay bent over my mother's bare leg and take it.
I was crying, sobbing, kicking my feet like a mindless little boy when she finally, eventually stopped.
She was breathing hard, her flat stomach pressed against my side with every inhale she took.
“Now, Jeff,” she laughed, wiping her glistening brow with her arm, “have you learned your lesson about shooting off your boy goo whenever you want, like a selfish little child? Or are you going to hold it in until a woman gives you permission, like a man?”
“Hold in it!” I sobbed, tears soaking my face.
“Even when you get really turned on? I let you boys do nude swimming as a privilege. Now I don't mind if you boys get the occasional boner, but cumming like that, out of the blue, is not allowed! What if you had been in the pool?!”
“I'll be good!” I cried. “I promise!”
“I promise, Mommy,” she laughed, slapping my burning ass once more.
“I promise, Mommy!”
Now my face was really red; I hadn't called her that since I was 10 either! I could hear Tommy and the guys laughing to themselves, and Mrs. Barros snickering behind me!
She patted my butt again, and even that hurt.
“I'm glad we had this talk. Now go soak these hot buns in the pool.”
I couldn't jump off her lap and dive into the water fast enough!
The cold water did feel great on my burning rear, but more importantly, I could hide my burning face!
I had sobbed like a baby in front of all my friends! And called her 'Mommy'! In front of Mrs. Barros too! I bobbed in the deep end far from everyone, just my nose and eyes above water. And I even considered lowering one more inch, just to end it all.
“Well, now that law and order has been restored to my backyard,” my mother laughed, adjusting her blue bikini from where it had bunched during my and Tommy's spankings, “what do you say we finally relax and enjoy some sun, Isabella?”
“Ahhh, mi bellisoma, that sounds great. Do you mind if I go topless?”
And then she was standing up to untie her thin sundress!
“I don't think the boys would mind,” my mother laughed, smiling at my three shocked friends, who were lying face down on the grass next to her towel. “Tommy, Hank, Uri? Any objections?”
Their jaws dropped, as did mine, as the long-legged, big-breasted Mrs. Barros slipped out of her dress to stand before us only in her g-string panties!
I, of course, had seen her breasts before, during that magical week when she had tanned nude in her own yard. But that was at a distance, furtively peeking through my blinds as I jacked off. But up close, they were even more magnificent!
Her surgeon had been an artist; the implants sat perfectly round and symmetric on her ribs, fuller and prouder than any eighteen-year-old's. They must have been bigger than half a grapefruit each, but those perfect round orbs still looked like they belonged on her body, like a gift from God.
The way they gently rocked side to side as she bent over to shimmy out of her dress was practically hypnotic.
“Fuck,” Tommy cursed under his breath, lifting his hips and reaching down to adjust himself.
I saw Hank and Uri surreptitiously shifting their hips against the grass too, making space, and I felt a burning stab of jealousy.
Here was Mrs. Barros, my masturbation fodder since I had been 12, topless in a g-string in front of me, and due to the incredible pain from my mother's recent spanking and the 'accidental' load Mrs. Barros had just forced me to shoot, I couldn't even get hard! I was limp as a wet dishrag between my legs!
From that one weekend where I had secretly borrowed Tommy's Lingerie issue Playboys, I knew that I could get hard almost fifteen minutes after I had just had a hard cum. I just hoped Mrs. Barros stayed topless that long!
“Ahhh, it is good to be in civilized society again,” Mrs. Barros laughed, lying on her back on the grass, her magnificent breasts jutting towards the sky. “If you're going to start a nude beach in your backyard, Kate, I'll be your first customer!”
“I've already got four lifetime members right here,” my mother chuckled, nodding at me my and my friends.
I gasped, almost swallowing a lungful of water.
She couldn't be serious!
“What do you say, boys?” she laughed, looking at my friends. “Worth the price of admission?”
My friend's faces were red, but they were all smiling!
“Yes ma'am!” Tommy laughed, his eyes locked on to Mrs. Barros' breasts, as they rose and fell with her relaxed breaths.
“So you're okay with a forced nudity beach? Any time you four come over?”
I was about to scream in protest- I couldn't let that happen, I was in this backyard all the time!- when Mrs, Barros' fingers started pulling down the waistband of her panties!
“Oh, it is forced nudity for guests? Should I take off my bottoms too, then?”
“Yes!” Tommy and Uri cried at the same time.
My mother laughed and tossed her hair, pulling at the strap of her tight blue bikini top. “Of course not. It's only forced nudity for the boys, Isa, not us. Ladies can wear whatever they wish. I might even have an elegant garden party back here, with ladies dressed to the nines, with heels, pearls, fancy gowns.” She grinned. “And four teen-aged waiter boys, serving drinks and snacks to all the women, wearing nothing but their smiles!”
Okay, that got me feeling a tingle. Not at the base of my cock, like a normal erection would, but all up and down my spine. What would a party like that even be like?
“Oh, okay then,” my neighbor laughed, and her fingers stopped pulling down her tiny panties, right before they would have revealed her pussy! She even pulled her panties back up, laughing and rolling onto her stomach. “If you do hold that party, make sure to invite me too- I haven't seen a scene like that since back on the beaches of Brazilia!”
“So all the beaches in Brazil are nude then?” my mother asked, rubbing sun-tan lotion into her arms like it was a normal day!
“Some,” Mrs. Barros laughed. “But as I said, Kate, the boys in my family were made to go nude, even on public beaches, until they were nearly eighteen. Latin boys are so willful, so full of false machismo, my mother used beach trips as a chance to remind my brothers who really wore the pants in the family!” She smirked, covering her mouth. “My friends used it as a chance to keep tabs on the length of their dingas.”
“Maybe I should start writing those numbers down too, just like I did with Jeff's height when he was younger?” my mother laughed, lotioning right above and below her bikini top! “Some pencil marks on our kitchen table? Uri at nine inches, Tommy seven, Hank five, and little Jeff at three and a half.” She winked at me. “Right where Sierra could see?”
If my sister found out I had a tiny cock, she'd never let me hear the end of it!
I'd be humiliated my entire life!
She laughed. “But then we could track your progress as you grew over the years, honey. Three and five-eights... Three and three-quarters... Three and nine tenths... Why, if you eat your Wheaties, maybe one day you'll even break four inches!”
All the people outside of the pool laughed at that, probably picturing me straining against our kitchen table, trying to get my hard dick to clear a four pathetic inches! It was so unfair! It wasn't my fault I was born with a little dick, I didn't CHOOSE it!
And with my mother leading the laughter...
My little four inch dick started getting hard again.
“Did his father ever grow out of it?” Mrs. Barros laughed. “His little problem, I mean.”
“Nope! A sub-four incher for life!” my mother laughed, then covered her mouth. “Ooops! Jeff, don't tell your Dad I just told all your friends that!”
Even as my face burned, I saw Tommy grinning that stupid smile of his again. Now, not only did he know he was twice as big as me down there, but my father as well! This was horrible!
And then the idiot turned over onto his back, to let his thick, hard cock flop against his stomach as he lay just a few feet from my bikini-clad mother.
“Awww, I feel bad for you, Mrs. Gainer. To live your whole life and not have a man around that can really take care of you?” He smiled, his dick getting harder as he sat there, pulsing in the air. “Now I know why you love having me and Uri nude around you all the time!”
“Don't flatter yourself, Tommy Thompson. If I made you a notch on my garter belt, you'd be the second smallest boy I'd ever slept with.”
The shit-eating grin fell off his face. “What?”
She laughed. “I went to college in Atlanta, dear. Lots of chances for me to find strapping young men who could 'take care' of me. You wouldn't stand a chance.” She looked right at Tommy's erection, which was easily twice the size of mine, and laughed at it! She scooted closer to the shocked boy and held her hand three inches out past his twitching, dripping cockhead. “Try again when you've out to about... here.”
Tommy was beside himself. I guess no girl had ever called his dick small before! “Yea... but, but... I've got stamina that those other guys can't-”
“Honey, my first time was with the starting linebacker for our college football team. He was as black as night, 270 lbs of pure muscle, and even better hung than Uri. And I went up from there.” She laughed at the flustered boy with his slowly wilting dick. “If you tried to keep up with me in bed, I'd break you in half!”
His face was red, his dick shrinking. “But, but-”
My penis on the other hand, was rising to full mast.
Thinking about my mother as a young, sexy co-ed, moaning as she took a monster cock between her legs- a monster black cock- while an impossibly-muscled, angry young man rocked back and forth between her spread legs, thrusting that missile in and out of her wet privates...
“Oh fuck!” I gasped, my dick going fully hard, just ten minutes after I had cum. A new record!
Time stopped as my mother turned to me, saw the expression on my face, and giggled.
“Honey? Why is your face so red? You don't have an erection in my pool, do you?”
I was as hard as I had ever been in my life. “NO!”
“You know the rule,” she laughed. “No erections in the pool! Come on out.”
I didn't want to, but my ass was still aching from the last spanking she had given me. I sure didn't want that again!
I cringed as my hard dick broke the surface as I climbed the ladder, especially since both women were looking right at it.
“Did hearing about my wild college days make you feel funny down there?” she laughed as my hard dick throbbed in plain sight. “Awww, honey...”
“At least he recovers fast,” my neighbor chuckled, sitting up right to stare at me, totally topless.
“Last time I let the boys stroke themselves off in front of me if they had erection problems in the pool,” my mother explained to our neighbor. “They all came in less than thirty seconds, Isa, you should have seen it!” She looked at her watch. “I wanted to get in a little more tanning today, but what do you say Isa? Should we let the boys relieve some 'tension' again?”
My neighbor smiled, crossing her long, nude legs, her tits bare to the world. “If it is tradition, I suppose we must!”
“Okay boys, up and in a line! You know the drill.”
I couldn't believe I lived in a world where my friends beating off nude in front of my mother was a 'drill', but I had to have a good cum this week- I couldn't take another ruined orgasm!
“Oh, little Jeffie wants to get in on the action this time too,” my mother laughed, pulling up a chair for her and Mrs. Barros in front of us. “Good, Jeff, I'm proud of you. Just because you've got a little tiny wiener doesn't mean you can't pull it for women like Mrs. Barros from time to time.”
“All I let the smallest ones do is stroke off in front of me,” my neighbor laughed, slipping back into her dress and then sitting down next to my mother. “They look so cute when they try not to cum too fast!”
“Then you'll love this,” my mother laughed, squirting sun-tan lotion onto her hands again. And then she reached forward and grabbed Hank's stiff cock! “I did promise you a little treat, for going the longest without masturbating this week, Hank. So enjoy!”
Hank was already gasping, his eyes bugging out as my mother's slick hands slid expertly up and down his shaft. “Please Mrs. Gainer! Slow down!”
“It's his first handjob,” she giggled to Isabella. “Ever.”
“Then I'm surprised he's even lasted this long,” the Brazilian woman laughed. “Go faster, Kate. I want to see him try to fight it.”
“NO!” Hank cried, as my mother's slick hands sped up the pace, one hand rubbing his balls, one twisting his cockhead on every stroke. His fists were clenched white at his sides. “Ma'am!”
“This is going to be your first orgasm at the hands of a real woman,” she told my friend, grinning at his tormented face. “You're going to remember this for the rest of your life, Hank. What's it gonna be? That you held out and experienced a skilled, sexy older woman to the fullest? Or that you yelled and came in less than thirty seconds like a cute, immature little-”
“AAHHHHHH!” Hank yelled, cumming all over my mother's tits. He shot his warm cum all over her chest and she didn't even flinch, laughing as my neighbor looked at her watch.
“Fifteen seconds!” Mrs. Barros laughed. “Kate, your hands haven't lost one spot of their magic!”
“I knew all that practice I got in high school would be good for something,” she laughed, making Hank's last spurts pleasurable ones, using her thumbs to rub his cockhead as he gasped and twitched.
I almost shot off right then.
Besides being a size-queen slut in college, my mother was also the hand-job queen of her high school?!
“Fifteen seconds, Hank Goldstein?” she laughed, wiping off her gooped cleavage with a tissue. “I didn't even have time to duck! Goodness!”
His face was beet red, his breath, coming in heaves. “I'm sorry ma'am!”
She patted his deflating cock, giving it a loving squeeze. “We can try again next week. I'm going to make it my special project to get you over a minute in stamina!”
“You might as well teach sheep to talk,” Isabella laughed, then scooted forward in her chair too. “Let me try one!”
And then she was grabbing Uri's hard throbbing cock!
“Awww, you took the biggest one!” my mother pouted.
She was so interested in big cocks! My dick almost shot off my body again!
“I also took the smallest one,” my neighbor laughed, making my face burn. “Unless you were going to help your son.”
“My son can help himself,” my mother laughed. “He does, in the shower every morning. I can hear it every time.”
My mother knew, every time?! That was even more humiliating!
For his part, Uri was holding up well to Mrs. Barros using two dry hands to stroke and rub his massive member.
When I beat off, I barely filled my one, and pumped up and down in short fast strokes! But Mrs. Barros was sliding her hands down Uri's cock like a handrail with long, slow glides, and still couldn't fit it all!
“Such a gift,” she purred, getting into a steady rhythm. “You will please many squirming girls with this wonder some day, young man.”
His eyes were closed, his breath getting faster. “Thank you ma'am!”
“He likes it when you watch him though,” my mother added. “Open your eyes, Uri! I want you to see me looking right at you when you explode. I'm going to be looking right at you, watching your entire body shudder as you cum. And there's not a thing you can do to stop me-”
“Sheiss!” the Russian cried, and suddenly he was cumming like a fountain!
“Oh no!” Mrs. Barros gasped, letting go of his cock.
“Arrrrgh!” Uri growled, grabbing his spurting dick in front of everyone and pumping away as his orgasm dribbled out. “NO!”
My mother was laughing. “Isa! You ruined it!”
“I did not expect him to cum so quickly!” the Brazilian laughed, looking at the embarrassed cum-covered boy. “He was doing so well!”
“It must have been something he saw,” my mother laughed, crossing her long, bare legs with satisfaction, bobbing her foot in the air. She was flirting with my friends again- pleased that they could bare last around her! “Pity, Uri.”
“Maybe a few more years before this monster can please women,” Isabella laughed, patting his softening cock. “We can try next week as well.”
My mother laughed. “Two premature shooters down, two to go! Okay, Tommy, think you can beat Hank's record of fifteen seconds?”
“I don't WANT to beat his record!” the jock said. “I'm a man, not a boy like them!”
“Oh, you're a man, huh?” my mother laughed, putting a squirt of lotion on her hands. And then a second. And a third. “You think because you've bagged a few clueless high school cheerleaders you can hang with women like Isa and me?”
Watching my mother rub the insane amount of lotion between her hands, scooting forward in her chair towards his dick as she did, my friend swallowed.
“Well, I mean, I ain't going to shoot off in fifteen seconds like Hank did!”
“A minute then? Surely a big tough man could last a minute before messing himself. It's just a handjob, after all.”
“Yeah, I can last a minute!”
“But if you don't,” she giggled, her hands absolutely dripping, “both Isa and I get to spank you like a little boy if you get erections around us again! Little boys don't get to be hard around older women. And if you do, I'll go topless next week.”
He gulped, but nodded. “I can last a minute!”
My mother grinned. “Time me, Isa.”
I braced myself.
And then she did the most amazing thing.
She used her slick, dripping, nimble hands to reach around and grab Tommy's bare buttcheeks, yanking his hips towards her.
And put her whole mouth around his cock.
My mother was sucking off Tommy Thompson, right here in my backyard!
“Oh jesus- oh FUCK!” he cried, pumping his hard dick down her throat.
And my mother was doing something with her hands, between his buttcheeks, reaching her fingers into his crack...
“OH JESUS!” Tommy gasped, going up on his tiptoes.
“Fifteen seconds,” Mrs. Barros laughed. “Better hurry, Kate.”
I saw my mother tip her head, and then her nose was bumping his pubic bone with every downstroke. She was deep-throating him!
My balls started to pull up.
“Thirty seconds! Tommy, you're looking pretty close- you've gotten blow jobs before, right?”
“Never.... NEVER LIKE THIS!” my friend cried, fucking my mother's mouth.
Or more precisely, her mouth was fucking him. She was definitely the aggressor, forcing him in and out at her crazy fast pace, jamming his hips forward to get him deeper, playing with his balls, sliding a slim finger up his ass.
She had her middle finger up Tommy's lubed ass!
As I watched her, hair flying, her breasts shaking in her bikini top as Tommy's knees shook, a living, breathing, mature, sexual dynamo, pulling my cockiest friend's orgasm from him totally against his will, I couldn't help it.
All over myself.
My untouched dick gave two hard spurts, splashing my stomach and chest, the later weak dribbles coating my balls, running down my thighs. It was a ruined orgasm again!
And then Tommy came too. He yelled and thrust his hips forward, dick clenching as he spurted and she squeezed and milked his balls to make sure she got it all.
His yell rang off the nearby houses, his mouth wide open as he pumped cum deep down my mother's throat.
Or at least that's what we thought. Because as soon as his hips stopped thrusting, my mother rose to her feet, his balls still in one hand, and gave him a long, deep, French kiss.
Tommy tried to resist, but I saw the hand that had easily spanked me to tears grip his balls even tighter, and Tommy's head rocked back to let my mother's tongue do what ever it wanted to his mouth.
And what she was doing was pushing a huge mouthful of his thick, creamy cum back into his throat.
She hadn't swallowed any of it.
But she was going to make him do so.
I saw her push the last tongue-ful of his own cum back into his mouth, then hold his lips together with her other hand so he couldn't spit, and only then release his balls as she stepped back.
“Sorry!” she blushed, wiping her mouth. “Force of habit!”
I almost fell over.
Did that mean...
With my Dad...
“But you still have to swallow honey,” she laughed, still holding his lips shut. “House rules.”
Tommy looked like he was about to throw up, but trapped nude in my backyard, his warm cum in his mouth, his mouth sealed, he didn't have a choice. After a long few seconds, we all saw his Adam's apple move! Tommy Thompson had swallowed his own cum!
“Kate, you trickster,” Mrs. Barros laughed. “That barely took forty-five seconds!”
“Boys these days,” my mother said, using a swallow of bottled water to rinse her mouth and then spit. She didn't let Tommy do the same. “And he was trying to call himself a man. Little boy Tommy's going to get his butt spanked red by both of us for the rest of the summer!”
His face was deep red, his knees week. “But, I can't-”
“Quiet, cum swallower, or I'll make you do that every week,” she laughed, then turned to me. “And now we'll see how long little Jeffie can-” She broke into laughter when she saw my humiliated face, and the cum all over my chest. “Oh NO, Jeff! Again!?”
“This time I really did not touch him!” Mrs. Barros laughed, making me want to die. “He just... exploded!”
“Oh, Jeff, you know what that means,” my mother laughed, sitting down and patting her nude thighs again. “Another long spanking, and then you boys are going to have a very long, hard summer!”
And we did.
My mother and Mrs. Barros made us strip and swim for them every weekend that entire summer, sometimes joining us in bikinis, sometimes staying fully clothed, laughing as we got hard for them anyway.
Tommy did get spanked every time he got hard outside for the next few weeks, but then my mother guessed he had learned his lesson since he wasn't his normal cocky self anymore, and he was allowed to join the rest of us beating off at the end every swim, where ever and however the women decided.
My mother never blew any of us again, although she did use her hands to tease Hank and Uri to full hardness a few times every weekend and to make them cum extra hard and fast when she was feeling naughty. Hank never did last more than a minute with her, either by his hand or hers.
I never got any help cumming, I would always have to pull my little dick myself in front of two laughing women, even when Mrs. Barros started going fully nude during her tanning visits, sometime in the middle of the summer. She loved how hard it made us even when we tried not to be, and had all four of us running around to get her drinks or serve her with bouncing boners, just like she had with her brothers back home.
And once, as she was directing me how to rub sun-tan lotion onto her naked, bronzed back, my penis slid into the soft crack between her oiled buttcheeks, and I gasped and came yelling, making everyone laugh as Mrs. Barros pushed her butt back into me, to give me something to grind against.
It remains the highlight of my sexual life to this day.
*** THE END ***