Pushed up against the wall, there were two matching stools, about the height of foot stools. Each one of them about a foot wide and two feet long and they were covered with the same thick padding as the counters. Each of these stools had handles and straps that matched the ones that were on the counter. There was a small tray sitting on one of the stools containing tubes of lubricants, condoms, pads, tampons and some other things I didn’t recognize.
“Obviously, this place wasn’t only meant for going to the bathroom.” I thought
“Bobby,” my mom asked, “do you have to pee, or, uh…. you know…. go number two?”
Was she crazy, I thought? I pointed down to my erection and answered “Even if I did have to pee, there’s no way I could with this, Mom.”
“Ah,” she laughed, “I see. Well, if you have to go later, tell me and I’ll bring you in here. But, don’t wait ’till the last minute to say something. It might take a few minutes to get you up and out of that bed.” Fuck! Now I was really starting to worry. What the hell were they going to do to me?
Opening the cabinets under the sink, mom pulled out a washcloth and a hand towel. Turning the water on, she motioned to me and said, “Take your panties all the way off, sweetie, and come lean over the counter here.”
When I didn’t move immediately, she turned her head in my direction and said, “Bobby, come on…. please cooperate.”
Following her instructions, I pulled my new silk panties down my legs and took them off. When I looked up, my mom was urging me over to the counter, so…. with my panties in my hand, I took the few steps forward and stopped next to the counter.
“Now, bend over and rest your chest on the counter and then reach back with both hands and spread your cheeks as wide as you can for me.” She asked as she turned me toward the counter and urged me down.
As my chest hit the padded counter, I reached back and opened myself up as she requested. It wasn’t cold in the washroom, but I was still trembling. Looking over at her, she was holding the washcloth under the water, saturating it and squeezing a small amount of liquid soap into the washcloth. When mom was done, she stepped behind me and leaned down. “You’re going to have to spread your feet further apart,” she told me, “and hold yourself open more than that.”
I did as she asked and this time when she leaned over, I felt the warmth of the washcloth against my bottom. She also placed her hand on my back, I guess to keep me from moving. But when her hand came to rest, she seemed surprised to feel me shaking.
“Oh, Bobby….. you’re shaking! Are you cold in here?” She asked.
“Mother!” I replied. “No, I’m not cold!” I exclaimed. “Did you hear all that? Just what the hell are they going to do to me?
“I told you, Bobby.” She answered calmly. “We’re going to help you be more knowledgeable and comfortable with girl things. Plus, you’ll get to experience some of the things you told me you were curious about.” Then she giggled and added “Oh, don’t let them scare you, sweetie. Your aunt and I discussed everything this morning. I promise you, no one’s going to hurt you.”
She washed me thoroughly — all over my cheeks, under my balls and finally, between my cheeks. As she did, she told me how important it was for girls to keep themselves clean back there, telling me I should make sure I wiped myself completely and to use a washcloth, if necessary, to keep myself fresh. When she was sure I was completely clean, she went back to the sink and held the washcloth under the water again, rinsing it out. Seeing this, I started to rise up, but she stopped me, saying “Hold on there, we’re not done yet. I still need to rinse you off and dry you.”
As I settled back down into position, I tried to get over my uneasiness about what Erika and my aunt were going to do to me. I knew full well mom wasn’t going to let anything ‘bad’ happen to me, but that did very little to satisfy my curiosity and calm my fears. “What kind of procedures were they talking about, Mom?” I asked.
“You don’t need to be concerned with that right now.” She said calmly as she leaned back over my bottom and began to rinse me with the wet washcloth. “You need to have some faith in me, Bobby. Besides, everything that’s going to happen in there isn’t that much different than many females experience by the time they’re your age, or slightly older.”
She was done wiping me down and reached for the hand towel to dry me off. While she was bending over me, she playfully kissed my butt cheek and said, “The best advice I can give you is this,” she paused and then continued, “I think you’ll do much better if you resign yourself to let them do whatever they want. Remember when we talked about being submissive, sweetheart?” She asked. “Remember how I told you that true submission is really a position of strength and trust?”
Moving to my side, she leaned down on the counter right next to me so I could see her face. With a serious look in her eyes she said, “Okay, I’m going to explain it very clearly, sweetheart. Now, pay close attention to what I’m going to say.” She said.
“Do you remember telling me you were interested in learning about submission and how you thought you wanted to be sexually submissive to me?” She asked.
“Sure, I remember.” I answered. “I meant it, too.”
“Oh, I definitely believe you meant it, sweetie. And just for the record, last night I told your father I believed it, too.”
She paused for a moment to let me think about what she just said, and then she continued. “I can’t tell you how flattered and proud I was when you said that to me. I’ve thought about it and I discussed it with your father, Bobby…. and I’ll agree to let you be my submissive under specific conditions we can talk about later with your dad.” She said.
“But,” she continued, “I want you to be clear about this,” she said with a serious look on her face, “I’m not agreeing because I have some great need to dominate you, sweetheart. I’ll do it because you want me to, and because I love you, and because I think you are a natural submissive. Plus, if I don’t do it for you, you’ll probably go out and find someone else who will. And they might not love you as much as I do and they might use, or potentially abuse you without making sure your needs are met. That would break my heart, baby.”
“So,” she added, “if you’re serious…. and I mean if you’re really serious, and you really want to be my submissive, then now is your chance to prove it. I want you to go out there and submit to them simply because I asked you to. By doing that, you’ll learn a lot about giving up control.”
Looking at me with caring eyes, she smiled and said, “Bobby, don’t try to figure out what’s going to happen out there — that doesn’t show you trust me. I’ll be here to watch over you and that’s all you really need to know. This is where the trust comes in, sweetheart.”
“Understand now?” She asked.
“Well, mom, why didn’t you say that to me in the beginning?” I asked.
“Because you wouldn’t have understood it then.” She answered. “Something dramatic had to happen to force you to face your fear and shame about being submissive before you could really understand how deep this trust thing is, Bobby. That happened today with Erika and your Aunt. Remember how just a few minutes ago you were trembling and shaking — asking all those questions about what they were going to do?”
“Try looking at it this way,” she said, “two hours ago you thought being submissive was defined as me taking you with a strap-on, or, letting me stick sperm filled panties in your mouth because you liked it when we did those things. But it’s not, baby. Sure, those things turned you on — and they turned me on, too! But those things alone are not going to make you happy as a submissive. It’s much, much, deeper than that.” She answered.
“I think I understand what you’re saying.” I replied. “I think I get it now.”
“We’ll talk about this more on the drive home, okay?” She said. “That is, provided you survive all the procedures!” Laughing she smiled and patted my back, saying, “We’ll talk more later, sweetheart, and we’ll need to run everything by your dad, too.”
She stood up and went back to drying me. When she finished, she pinched by butt jokingly and told me I could get up. Throwing the washcloth and hand towel into a pail next to the counter, she looked up at me and smiled. “You know,” mom said, “I’m gonna have to watch that Erika girl….. she is kinda cute. And I’ve been watching the way she looks at you. She’s dying to see your cock, I can tell.”
Then without warning, she fell to her knees, held my cock with both hands and began to suck it. To say I was surprised would be an understatement. And, she wasn’t sucking slowly and lovingly, either. She was gulping my hard cock down her mouth, practically manhandling me. She sucked me like she did in my sister’s bedroom that day — with purpose.
Pulling her head away for a moment, she said, “Gotta get this wonderful cock nice and clean, too.” Then, she went right back to work, sucking me deeply, licking and slobbering all over the length of my shaft and around the head. The warmth of her mouth felt fantastic on my organ and I began to think she might let me cum in her mouth. But after a minute, she stopped.
“There!” She said. “All clean now. Let’s get your panties on so we can get you started.”
She was teasing me again. I was starting to see another side to my mom these days. She had a playful side that took great pleasure in taunting and teasing me right to the crest of explosion. She knew the right thing to say, or do, to keep me wondering, and half way between being terrified and satisfied. In the end, there was always a purpose behind everything she said or did. Be it a lesson to be taught or some pleasure she wanted me to feel. With her, nothing was left to chance.
Reaching out for my new silk panties, mom bent down and held them open for me to step into. Steadying myself with one hand on her shoulder, I lifted one foot, and then the other as she pulled them up and settled the panties on my hips. Rising up, she reached inside the red panties and straightened my cock, holding it up against my belly and then adjusting the panties until she was satisfied. She laughed to herself, and when I looked down, I could see why. My cockhead, still wet from her sucking, was sticking out above the waistband of the panties. “It’s too big to fit down inside now, baby. We might as well just let it poke out. Besides,” she added, with a sly grin, “you won’t have these on much longer, anyway.”