Honour Thy Mother Ch. 09

"Suck," she commanded curtly as the male climbed over Kate. Kate whined in protest as she had to watch the erstwhile blasphemer grab Astarte's shaft and force his mouth down on her shaft without any skill.

Skill would come with time, Astarte thought, but he had grasped that, for all his obvious sense of self-entitlement, he was to serve her whims, not the other way around. It was another sign that even males could learn if given the right incentives, just like she had seen with Alex. He was coming along beautifully. Far from the failure she had misjudged him as, he was quickly turning into a role model for all males, recognizing her superiority and treating every inch of her with the respect she deserved.

He probably was ready for the final step, mentally if not physically, but it wouldn't hurt to toy with him a little more. She wished she could see him right now. It had been a gamble to let him play with himself, but she was sure the reminder she had left for him would keep him on the right track.

Alex hurried out of the lecture hall, annoyed with himself for not having walked out when the professor overran. He hadn't listened to a single word anyway so it had been pointless for him to stay, or even attend at all. He couldn't think about anything but getting home and giving himself the relief he desperately needed. As he walked down the crowded hallway with the longest strides his plug permitted, he pulled out his phone to look up the bus schedule in hopes that it would be late so he wouldn't be stuck waiting for the next one. Rounding a corner, he walked into what felt like a solid wall.

"Hey! Watch where you're going you fucking," Alex heard the wall shout. Shaking his head, Alex looked up and saw coach Nilsen turn her head to glare over her shoulder at whoever had bumped into her. "Alex!" She exclaimed when she saw him, all traces of anger gone from her voice.

"Sorry Coach," Alex apologised hastily.

"Oh please, I told you you can call me Nicole," she corrected him as she turned around.

"Right. Sorry, Nicole," Alex apologised again.

"That's better," she commended while her eyes scanned the blond boy head to toe, paying special attention to his skin-tight jeans. "Funny we'd bump into each other," she said, "I was just thinking of you." Right in front of Alex's face, her arm shot out towards the wall as she leant against it, blocking his way.

"Oh, uh," Alex stammered before chuckling awkwardly. He looked up at the woman towering over him by about a foot. Seeing the way she grinned and openly ogled him, he quickly looked away and stared at the floor, even more embarrassed than he already had been. "Why?" he asked timidly. Just like his mom had told him, he really was getting a lot more and very different looks ever since his makeover, especially from Nicole. He couldn't help but be flattered by the clear interest she showed in him.

"I'm worried about you, you know? I see a lot of potential in you but you haven't been improving at all lately. You move like you have a stick up your ass and when you're in the water, there might as well be nothing below your waistline," she bluntly recapped his lacklustre performance over the past couple weeks. "It makes me look bad as a trainer," she added with an accusatory note in her voice.

"Sorry," was once again all that Alex managed to utter as he wished he could sink into the floor.

"Don't worry, I still have some tricks up my sleeve," Nicole assured him. "I've actually been feeling pretty stiff lately, myself," she admitted, shifting her stance and rolling her free shoulder for emphasis.

Bringing a foot forward, she turned and leant in, Alex instinctively yielding ground as she trapped him between herself and the wall. "And I have the pool booked all afternoon tomorrow. I think you should come, too. We could really help each other," she urged him. With no idea how to handle her forwardness, Alex froze, awash with equal parts anxiety and excitement. "You won't believe what just a couple hours of one on one extra training can do. There are some things I only show those with that certain something and I think that's just what's needed to push past whatever blockade you have. It won't even hurt, at least not a lot," she grinned.

Alex's heart was pounding in his ears. Her sheer intimidating physical presence and the way she talked to him loud enough for the small crowd of onlookers to hear was incredibly thrilling, even arousing. Overwhelmed by the situation and the conflicting feelings inside him, Alex yelped, "Maybe next weekend." He ducked under Nicole's arm and fled the scene as fast as he could.

He wasn't fast enough to escape the slap across his butt that Nicole gave him as a parting gift. "See you next Tuesday," she shouted after him as he hurried out of the building. He had his shoulders pulled up to his ears in an attempt to hide his bright red flushed face as he almost felt the eyes following him, and especially Nicole's eyes on his stinging butt.

Alex breathed a sigh of relief when the front door fell shut behind him. Finally, he had his long-awaited alone time. On the bus, it had suddenly struck him that Jenna hadn't said that he was only allowed to play with himself once. Despite pangs of guilt he felt as he skirted her rules, he had spent the bus ride excitedly thinking about how he would use this opportunity to the fullest and get himself off again and again. His lust-crazed mind had even planned out how he would go through his various sources for 'inspiration'. The small matter of how he would do it with his penis still off-limits had gone happily ignored.

Alex's jacket hit the floor in the hallway as he slipped out of his shoes, tossed his backpack into a corner and hurried to his room, unwilling to wait the precious seconds it would have taken to hang it on the wardrobe. Already fumbling with his zipper while he rushed to his room, Alex came to a sudden stop when he saw the large black box standing on his desk with a small note stuck to it.

Approaching his desk, Alex pulled off the note. "Have fun," it simply read in Jenna's handwriting accompanied by a lipstick mark. Unlike the fact that she had to have gone through his closet to dig up the box, which was hardly even worth thinking about anymore, having his mother encourage him to masturbate still felt excitingly naughty even after what had happened between them over the past few weeks, especially knowing what she had stuck the note to.

Sticking the note to his screen, Alex brought his PC out of standby mode, pushed his tight jeans down and dropped into his chair. A shudder ran through him as his plug pressed into him insistently with most of his weight landing on it. After a slutty moan and a quick adjustment to his posture, he fired up his browser. He breathed a sigh of relief when he logged into OnlyFans and found that his subscriptions had still gone through.

With access to new material from his favourite models secured, Alex could finally get started. His heart raced with anticipation as he looked down to the small wet spot at the tip of his tented boxers. He pushed his underwear down, just the sensation of the fabric gliding over his neglected penis enough to draw another moan out of him. With his hand hovering above his crotch, fingers curling and uncurling in indecision, he stared at his painfully hard penis.

There was a staggering contrast between it and the majestic monster between his mother's legs that he had recently spent so much time staring at, thinking about and dreaming of. Where her colossal cock commanded his full attention and dominated his senses, his twitching barely finger-length appendage seemed to be pathetically begging him to touch it. The temptation to give in and do what his mother had specifically forbidden was irresistible. He could only imagine how good it would feel for the few seconds he would last before his long-awaited orgasm. Still, it felt wrong for him to betray her like that, not to mention what would happen if she so much as suspected he'd gone against her rules.

For just a moment, Alex imagined his penis encased in plastic and a shiver ran down his spine. Plain to see but out of reach, it would be a constant, physical reminder that it, and by extension his pleasure, was insignificant and that every part of him was completely under her control. To Alex's shame, the thought wasn't completely repulsive.

For some part of him, it felt like removing a distraction so he could devote his full attention to something much more important. Alex couldn't believe that this idea actually turned him on, so much so that he watched another bead of clear liquid bubble from his twitching tip.

It was impossible for him to decide if it was worth the risk. What if Jenna was testing him, fully expecting him to fail so she could lock him up? What if she was going to do it anyway and this was the last chance to touch himself he'd ever get? He just couldn't wait any longer. Slowly, his hand moved to his crotch.

With a frustrated whine, he reached past his penis, taking care not to accidentally graze it and set himself off. He leant back and spread his legs to give himself easier access as his hand descended towards his plugged hole. Just the tiny movement he caused when he gripped the t-shaped handle at the base of the transparent plastic toy was enough to send a small surge of pleasure up his spine. His free hand returned to his mouse to start scrolling through his OnlyFans subscriptions.

Designed to keep the toy safely in place for hours inside aspiring anal addicts, the handle stuck between his cheeks didn't make it any easier for him to masturbate with it. Still, simply twisting it back and forth as much as he could while intermittently pressing it into himself felt good enough for his whole lower body to involuntarily seize up. As his sensitive ring clamped down tightly on the artificial intruder, his penis jumped in sympathetic excitement, flinging a clear drop of liquid arousal toward his face. It landed dangerously close to his open mouth as a needy moan slipped from his lips.

The minutes he spent awkwardly playing with his plug felt good, but he didn't seem to get any closer to an orgasm as he browsed through photo sets and clips. There was just too much of a disconnect between what the stripping and masturbating cosplayers on his screen were silently or vocally begging him to do and what he was doing to cause the pleasurable sensations rolling through him. The only solution he could think of was looking for more hardcore inspiration.

One click later he was looking at a selection of videos on his usual site filtered by his old favourite tags. He chose the next best one and immediately skipped past the first few minutes as he couldn't care less about the name of the petite blonde on his screen or whatever contrived scenario led to what he really wanted to see, right to the moment when she dropped to her knees in front of a suit struggling to contain the muscled build of a man whose face was just out of frame. He never missed this moment, in fact he had sometimes masturbated watching nothing but rapid-fire clips of girls being shock and amazed by their co-star's cock. Just the fantasy of getting this reaction from a girl had been enough for him to get off, even without seeing any actual sex.

This time, however, as the girl on his screen gawked at the cock in front of her, Alex's head wasn't filled with the usual fantasy and the fleeting sense of power it brought. Without the fantasy occupying his mind, he noticed how exaggerated the girl's reaction was. The whole scene became even less impressive when he was struck by the thought that, as big as the cock on his screen looked compared to his, it was in turn equally dwarfed by the cock he had become intimately familiar with over the past weeks.

As the girl brought her face right up to the cock that, thanks to a well-chosen camera angle, seemed to cover it from chin to forehead, Alex wondered how he had looked when he first laid eyes on his mother's cock. It felt unreal that that evening was only some weeks ago. He almost wanted to chide his past self for his initial reluctance.

At least he didn't have to skip any further to get to the juicy bits as the petite blonde immediately started licking along her faceless co-star's cock before wrapping her lips around its tip. The ensuing blowjob was awkward and as Alex watched her gag and struggle to fit even half of the cock into her mouth, he was again reminded of the rough start to his new life. The seemingly inexperienced girl on the screen was obviously out of her depth trying to handle that cock and there wasn't a shadow of a doubt in Alex's mind that without his mother's firm guiding hand he would've been no better off.

The memories of that evening that changed everything did more to help him reach his long-awaited climax than what was happening on screen. He did note that she kept talking about how much she loves cock. While her lines were as stilted and lacking in passion as her oral ministrations, he couldn't help but wonder if he should take the time for some verbal expressions of his growing desire for every part of his mother's body the next time he'd end up on his knees before her. Judging from how he'd seen her react to his ex-girlfriends begging for more, she'd probably appreciate it. With the blowjob doing nothing for him as he continued to play with his plug, he skipped ahead another couple minutes.

He landed on a close-up shot of the girl's pussy being pounded with rapid thrusts before a jarring cut to an athletic carrying position that emphasized the ripped man's physical size and strength. He used to love this kind of scene but now, he couldn't reconcile the fantasy of manhandling and roughly fucking a girl with using a buttplug to give himself relief after begging for permission. It didn't help that, having now seen what it really looks like when a girl is overwhelmed with pleasure, he noticed more and more how obviously fake the moans coming from his headphones were. He was downright embarrassed that, if it hadn't been for him spying on his mother with his exes, he would've still mistaken the sudden bout of loud moans for a real orgasm.

Groaning in frustration, he clicked on to another video. The POV shot of an Asian teen looking up at the camera adoringly as she jerked her co-star's dick and slapped it on her subtly enhanced tits before sucking it would normally have had him on the edge in seconds but again, it just didn't feel right. He couldn't imagine himself as a stereotypical alpha guy with a girl submissively fawning over his cock when he looked down and was struck by the contrast to the view on the screen. Even without being touched, his penis was leaking an amount of pre like he had never seen while his hand pushed, pulled and twisted his plug without him even thinking about it.

Not sure he could have stopped his hand if he wanted to, he pulled up his shirt with his other hand, which sadly confirmed that joining a swim team hadn't magically given him a swimmer's body. Far from the shredded abs on screen, he only spotted faint outlines on his pale skin, little more defined than what he saw on Jenna's midriff when she was about to orgasm. Pulling his shirt up further only reinforced the contrast. Instead of a broad, muscled chest that told of countless hours of hard physical work, his chest was flat and looked almost girlish, especially his erect pink nipples. The most striking difference, however, was the bright red heart emblazoned a few inches above his navel.

He shivered as he ran his fingers over his tattoo. Having this permanent mark on him was something he still hadn't gotten used to, especially because he was absolutely certain that his mother hadn't chosen the motif simply as an expression of familial affection. He felt that she had marked him as hers, and he couldn't help feeling flattered because of it. Alex's hand drifted from his tattoo to one of his nipples, circling it with a finger as he continued to slowly toy with his plug.

He returned his attention to his screen where the action had escalated to doggy style sex, with the camera looking down the guy's body to his hands on the girl's hips as he pounded into her pussy. Once again he was reminded of how he used to dream of talking his girlfriend into trying that position, at least lasting as long as the several minutes that the video was already running, or making them react as strongly as the moaning girl on his screen. This time, however, he could only think about how he would never experience something like that, and the sense of finality only added to the dissonance between what he was looking at and how he was trying to get himself off.

Hoping that it would be better with another position, he skipped ahead. Now watching the girl ride what he was supposed to imagine was his cock, he still couldn't help being somewhat unimpressed. From the exaggerated moans to the stilted dirty talk and the occasional awkward moment when the girl rose too far and had to reinsert the cock, it all not only didn't mesh with how he was stimulating himself but just seemed lesser than what he had seen his mom do with his exes.

With a groan of frustration, he skipped right to the grand finale but again, he was disappointed. He just couldn't imagine himself as the guy jerking himself off onto the girl's face, hair and outstretched tongue while his own penis went untouched, jumping and twitching while he played with his nipple and plug. It didn't help that where he would have once been proud if he could produce something approaching the load laying across the girl's beaming face in several white streaks, now he could only think about how it paled in comparison to the veritable flood of hot, thick, virile seed his mother could drown or drench him in.

It kept playing out the same as he clicked through video after video of blowjobs, rough sex and even threesomes, it all failed to help him escape his plateau of pleasure and kept reminding him that the closest he could hope to get to dominating girls like that was watching his mother do it much better. Anal scenes, in particular, were strange as his physical sensations lined up with the girls rather than the guy he was used to projecting himself onto.

Driven out of his comfort zone by desperation, Alex had to find something that fit his current mood. He typed 'dominant woman' into the search bar and was floored by the number of results. Having long-since run out of patience for a plot, he went for a video promisingly titled 'Femdom compilation PMV' and was not disappointed.

Without any time wasted on introductions, he was thrown right into the middle of a scene that had a tiny redhead holding a much larger guy's head and mashing his face into her pussy while berating him for his poor performance. While the physical act on screen didn't mesh with how he was trying to get himself off any more than the previous videos, there was something about her body language that had him hooked immediately. It made up for her small physical size to give her a larger than life screen presence and vaguely echoed the paralyzing aura of effortless dominance he felt from his mother.

He didn't have long to admire the scene before a sudden cut to the next. A curvy mature woman appeared on the screen, still half-dressed as she straddled a man of surprisingly average build, his shoulders trapped under her knees and his head buried under her hips. Alex instantly recognised the actress. Just minutes prior, he had seen her beg for more as she took a hard anal fucking.

It struck him how much sexier she looked grinding her hips back and forth, almost seeming to dance to the electronic music in the background as she sat astride the guy who was obviously under her complete control. She laughed at the muffled groans coming from between her thighs as she slapped the guy's respectably sized dick around. Alex wondered if the poor guy even heard any of the ridicule she directed at him with his face buried between her cheeks.