A son’s submission to his Mother

“Oh I, um, solved this maths problem, Dad.”

Mum smiles at him and kisses Dad on the cheek.

“Have a nice day, dear.”

Dad rolls his eyes and jogs out of the door, leaving Mummy and me alone.

I sit down at the kitchen table as Mum watches Dad’s car pull out and then she turns to me.

“Did you have your wet dream about me, John?”

I nod enthusiastically and then undo my dressing gown. I proudly show Mummy the big sticky patch on my boxer shorts. She is pleased.

“Good boy!” she says. “Tell me about the dream…”

I explain what happened in as much detail as I could recall. It seemed to please her even more. She walked over to me and kissed me on the cheeks again. “Wonderful! What a lovely dream. I have so much that we can share, darling! So much!”

Mum then told me to have a good day at college and I would see her tonight. We couldn’t wait for the weekend.

Two days came and went. I was in agony waiting to see what Mummy wanted to play next. Eventually it got to Saturday morning and Dad left for his trip away. We both stood at the front door and waved him off. As I closed the front door, Mummy began to walk up the stairs. She stopped and turned saying to me “You will report to my bedroom in fifteen minutes…. naked.”

The minutes dragged by as I waited in my room, having undressed. When the time was up I knocked promptly on Mum’s bedroom door.

“Come in,” she said.

I walked into the bedroom, the light was dim with the curtains drawn. Mummy was wearing a black bustier that made her breasts wobble delightfully as she walked. Her legs were encased in sheer black stockings with a seam, that made them look soft, shiny and inviting. They were held up by a black suspender belt which was arranged around her black panties. On her feet were black leather pumps but taller and shinier than the ones she wore for work. She wore two long gloves that went past her elbows, they too were black and satin.

Without being able to utter a word, she told me to enter and kneel down. *SWISHH* she sat on the edge of the bed and crossed her legs. I mewed with pleasure as she arranged herself in front of me. She smiled.

“Mummy is very pleased with the way you’ve behaved this week, John. I think you deserve a reward.” She extended her leg out to my chest, I stared down at the sexy, pointed shoe in front of me. “Kiss it,” she said. “Kiss Mummy’s shoes.”

I was a little shocked at first, but after an initial pause I started to kiss the shoe in front of me. I gently cradled it in my hands and tasted the pleasure of kissing leather. As I planted little kisses on the shoe Mummy spoke to me.

“I’m glad you like my shoes, John. These are special ‘boy breakers’. No boys can resist their charms. It’s been so long since I had a boy to play with and now I have you.” She grinned at me. “My shoes have been hidden away for so long, John I am sure they are quite dusty, keep kissing them, cleaning them… Yes, a couple of years since I had a boy to play with. Mummy does crave virile young cock, making that cock hers… There have been may strong-willed boys over the years, tearaways and mischief-makers. Mummy broke them all in the end. Mummy made them spurt…”