Donna’s mom;Mom gets some action8.5

Jack had been pressed into a project for Dana in her bathroom; a few short hours and he was done. He had seen Jason around a few time when Donna wasn't home, he filed it away in the "that's sort of odd" category, and let it go.

She and Jack had an arrangement; It was never discussed. Never acknowledged. Even the girls didn't speak to one another about it. Everyone knew not to ask her or Jack about that. That was off-limits. If you ask one time, you got cut out. No second chances. No forgiveness. They had their privacy and they demanded it.

Donna and Dana had been out most afternoons the past month. Tennis, a golf outing Yvette had invited Donna to. Dana had been going to a womens' club on campus, and had been elected "Grand Ball Chair" She told her what she could, but had been sworn to secrecy for the rest of the initiation protocols. The grand ball was just now being planned, and she was the committee chairwoman. It all sounded like harmless girl fun. She thought back to her time in the Circle, when she was the Chair of Activities. She smiled a knowing smile, and touched herself momentarily.

She hadn't seen Jason in a while. She texted him, and asked what he was doing. He replied, "just gaming". Donna was out all night with Yvette and Dana. She invited him over, and Jason tried to fudge. She wasn't having it. "Thirty minutes. Be in my kitchen."

The reply was only slightly delayed.

"Yes, Ma'am, I'll be there." came Jason's reply.

Jason was prompt. He was at the glass screen door to the kitchen in twenty minutes. She pointed to the chair that he usually sat in. He sat immediately. She went to the refrigerator and filled a 16 ounce clear pint glass with ice and filled it with water almost to the brim. She set it on the countertop next to the sink. She made herself busy around the sink, bending over to pick up a dropped hand towel at least twice. After a short time, the glass had developed a nice cold circle of condensation all around. She picked up the glass with two fingers, leaving the condensation intact. She set the glass in front of Jason and said "I understand this is how you like it".

Jason sat in stunned silence. He had thought all of he and Donna's doings had been private. But here, here was something only he and she knew about. Donna had had to have told somebody, probably Dana. But how did her mom find out?

Jason tried to bluff his way through, but his pale face and awkward demeanor gave him away instantly. She reached down and tapped him on the inside thigh and said "It's OK." Then she extended her hand to grab his package with a playful squeeze. It was then that she felt his cage. He turned white. His mouth went dry and he tried to swallow yet only choked. She slid the glass toward him and said "Take a drink."

She leaned against the countertop next to the sink and looked him up and down. He was mortified. His heart was pounding in both ears, and his breathing was fast and shallow. His worst fears had been realized. He had been discovered as a caged cuck.

She looked at him and crossed her arms, and leaned further into the countertop, the top of her hip cutting into the edge of the formica top. She propped her ample breasts on her crossed arms, and gave a knowing shoulder squeeze to her tits. His eyes widened.

Her eyes bored to him. "Who holds the keys?"

He tried to speak, but nothing came out. He stammered at a moment, then lifted the condensate covered glass to his lips and took another big swig of the ice water.

"Dana."

The one word he could squeak out. A brat six or seven years younger than he. Controlling his most private member. He struggled to remember the last time he was totally unlocked from this menacing device. He could hardly remember how he had agreed to accept its cruel imposition. He raged at the memory of her extorting him at every visit. She wasn't even his girlfriend! He admitted to himself that he was captivated by her aura, her natural ability to command obedience.

She stood, and walked over to him. She stood where her fleshy thigh leaned into his hip. She ground her pelvic bone on his hip, as she saw his caged member twitch.

She leaned to his ear, and whispered "Let's retire to the barn."

She backed away, and moved to the door. As he stood, she said "Bring the wooden spoon- the big one."

She walked around Jack's boat as Jason trailed behind. She looked over her shoulder and said "Get one of those boat cushions."

Jason immediately obeyed. This was the same boat seat cushion that she had used the first night she had claimed him. His cock fluttered and raged against the stainless steel bars that held him secure. The ring around his balls grew tighter.

Jason followed Donna's mom to the covered storage in front of the boat. She unhooked a gate hasp and pushed in on a wall storage unit. It swung wide and slow and opened into a bar area that was made to swing open to the patio during the warm months of entertaining. It was the perfect hide-e-hole.

She sat on one of the bar stools and pointed to Jason. "Strip"

A single command, firm and unyielding.

He put the cushion on the floor and set the spoon on the bar top, and methodically began undressing. Soon he stood before her, naked, cock encased in a sheath of stainless steel, attached with a lock connecting to a thick circular band of steel that rested against his pelvic bone, and wrapped under his ball sack. The entire device weight less than a pound, but dragged his cock and balls down from the inevitable pull of gravity. Occasionally his cock would attempt to stand, causing his package to flutter, the silver cage rising and bouncing with his ragged breath.

She smiled and quietly gave a muted laugh, reminded if the first time she had locked Jack, and the time he had locked her in a humiliating display of stainless steel wrapped around her waist and between her legs, trapping two rubbery cock like shapes that made her groan and moan as she walked.

"Dana has the keys?"

"Yes, Ma'am"

"What does Donna think?"

"She said 'What ever will please you, little sister', Ma'am'."

She picked up the spoon and began tapping the tubular steel cage, which caused a flutter.

"She's advancing more rapidly than I ever expected."

Jason looked at her, unsure what to say or do.

"On all fours." came the command.

He bent, and assumed the required position.

She loitered above him, and dragged the paddle between his firm, toned buttocks.

He worked out, she could tell. His chest was defined and his biceps large.

His cock was not the largest she'd had, but it was big enough and shaped well. She had enjoyed sucking him off and taking his seven and a half inches down her throat. She rubbed herself at the thought of his three massive pumps of cum that filled her stomach. She tapped his inner thigh to get him to widen his stance. The base ring wrapped his scrotum with tight folds of layered flesh. It was sized right, it being not on the small side. There was no chance of him losing a nut past the cage and ring gap.

She reached down and dragged her finger around the ring. The lube he had placed under the ring for the ring burn was still slick and wet. He grimaced as if tickled.

"Tell me how you came into Dana's orbit"

He tried to turn to look at her. She flicked the spoon to the inside of his right cheek. A solid "TWACK" sounded through the space.

"She's always there before I get there. it's like she's waiting for me......." His voice trailed off.

"Does Donna know about us?"

"No Ma'am-not that I know of. Not from me."

She whacked him again.

"What do you mean by that?"

"It's Dana. She seems to be everywhere. She seems to know everything."

Donna's mom silently nodded to herself.

That part rang true. Her heartbeat increased a little at the thought of her watching her give a sloppy blow job, swallowing his cum like a $10 crack whore. Hand jobs and nasty facials. Anal fingerings and nipple sucks. She remembered each one. Each free use session.

He tentatively continued "She tells Donna what to do. She does it. She bosses me around. Stupid stuff. But I do it. I don't know why."

"You're a smart boy. That's why you obey. You know she's stronger than you. You can feel it. Donna can feel it, too."

He huffed with a small grunt. With that she began.

"TWACK" across both cheeks.

Again, and again, in rapid strikes each a bit harder than the last, until he was bucking forward with each stroke. The pink shade on his ass began to darken, a bright red, then into a deep crimson. Sweat beads formed in her forehead as she concentrated on exact placement of each strike. He hung his head and groaned a gutteral groan, arched his back and swung his cage between his legs.

Then it stopped. Fifteen minutes of excruciating pain, raging cock restrained behind hot stainless steel, cool air blowing over his sweat covered nakedness.

He waited for her instructions. None came.

He collapsed his chest and shoulders to the floor. Finally when he had enough nerve to look over his shoulder for her, she was not there. He stood, dressed in silence, then moved to the door. He exited the hidden room, and found Dana and Donna sitting on the work bench, coy smiles on their faces.