Bewitched, Bothered And Bewildered Part 2

“Yes, Vivian, I think you’ll very much enjoy Mummy dressing you in silk panties and a nice printed frock. And just imagine being put into stockings and suspenders… ooh-la-la! Feel the elasticated straps of your girdle cutting into your skin. Do you know something..? I’d just adore lacing you really tightly in a boned Victorian corset, nice and stiff and restrictive. It will ensure perfect deportment.”

“Uggh, uggh, agghh…”

And suddenly a short looping arc of clear liquid erupted from the tip of Vivian’s cock followed by around half-a-dozen dainty spurts – spitspit- spit! A few errant drops splashed and settled onto his mother’s knee.

“Bravo! Oh my lovely sissy-boy; what a lot you’ve made for Mummy… and just look how far your cannon has shot. Well done… well done, I love you so much!”

In fact, it wasn’t a great amount, what one might call an immature ejaculation, watery and transparent, but commendable all the same. He was after all, only fifteen and still maturing. She had just seen her lovely sissy-boy shoot sperm for the first time. The main thing now was to comfort him and make him feel good about himself. Reinforce him by reward and tenderness. She instinctively knew that immediately after an orgasm a man (or boy)
could feel fragile with remorse and regret, especially when unexpectedly coerced into a lewd act by another person, especially a mother, so she pulled her son to her and hugged him into her bosom, reassuring him.

She was tender and maternal for him, whispering endearments and kissing his sweat-matted hair, restoring him. Vivian could feel the hard points of her warm breasts poking through her skimpy top, gently denting the side of his face. He began to feel a delicious melting calm take hold.

“One of these days you‟ll be able to make nice thick white cream for your mummy… and her friends. I’ll be so proud of you… and so will they.”