“Hey mom” he said casually as he sat down at his usual seat at the kitchen table.

Turning to see Jack wearing nothing more than his white men's briefs, she responded, “Good Morning, sweetie, how did you sleep?”

Jack's wondering around in only his underwear, his morning wood still waiving proudly before slowly deflating during breakfast had become such a common sight that his mother had long ago stopped showing how much it bothered her that he didn't even bother to put clothes on until he had to go outside.

“Pretty good.” He replied, smiling. Of course he had slept well, he always did on the nights when he spent his five minutes in the bathroom before emerging sweaty and red-faced to fall into bed.

“What's this?” Jack asked, pointing to a steaming cup on the table.

“Tea for you.” His mother responded simply.

He looked at her with a questioning look and said, “I don't drink tea.”

To which his mother quickly responded, “You do now. It's good for you, drink it.”

Jack looked at the steaming cup for a moment, considering what his mother might be trying to feed him now. Over the years, he had gotten used to her various health trips that left him drinking orange juice or milk, banned from soda pop, or eating nothing but vegetables. Thankfully, they never lasted long and he was usually back to hamburgers and coca cola within a week.

Finally, he picked up the cup and took a sip of its contents. It was actually good, spicy, a little weird, but mostly quite good.

He took a few more sips before noticing that his mother was sprinkling some white substance from an unlabeled jar onto his frying eggs.

“What's that?” He asked almost accusingly.

She simply sprinkled one more pinch onto the eggs before saying nonchalantly, “Hmm? Oh, it's an organic spice, much healthier than salt. You'll like it.”

He doubted that, but was willing to humor her rather than go through the effort to make his own eggs.

When the eggs finished frying, leaving whatever his mother had sprinkled into them fully cooked into their surfaces, she scooped them onto a plate, removed her apron, and straightened her simple blue summer dress before bringing the plate to the table and setting them in front of Jack.

“Enjoy” She said as she sat across from Jack and slowly sipped her cup of coffee.

She looked quite nice in the sun entering from the picture windows that day. She was the kind of woman that had aged gracefully and had been left looking considerably younger, and thinner, than her actual age would suggest. Yet she was no exercising, twiggy woman obsessed with youth. She had a perfectly proportioned, if not possibly a little too large, ass and set of breasts that always left men staring at her everywhere she went. Jack's friends always told him she was a MILF, and he supposed that she was. He imagined that if any of them were here watching her sip her coffee through her lipsticked lips, they would probably be popping boners at the thought of those lips sipping their cum from their throbbing erections.

Jack was so engrossed in his eggs that he didn't even notice how closely his mother was watching him this day, and he was finished with them and mostly through his tea before he realized that his head felt fuzzy. Sounds seemed to be becoming increasingly faint and the light that at first had seemed so bright now seemed to be fading quickly.

Jack's heart raced as he realized how quickly everything was fading away and how heavy his own body seemed to be getting.

“I don't feel so good, mom.” He said as he struggled to hold his head up.

His mother simply smiled at him, reassuringly, and said “It's okay, sweetie, you're going to be just fine soon.”

He took some comfort in her words until he finally lost control of his muscles and his head fell onto the table. In the last moment before everything went entirely black, he wondered if he was allergic to his mother's salt substitute.

Jack slowly became aware of his surroundings. He felt groggy at first, as through he had overslept, but he distinctly remembered waking up and having eggs with his mother. His eyes opened and he turned his head to look at the bedside clock. It was getting late in the morning, far too late for even his usual sleep schedule. He realized that he had better get up and attempted to push himself out of bed.

As he tried to move, he realized that his arms and legs refused to go where he wanted them to, as if something was holding them in place.

Jack laid groggily for a moment, looking around himself, before his mind was able to process where he was and what was going on. He seemed to be not in his own bed, but in his mother's bed, which was stripped down to sheets. Looking up and down, he saw that a thick black rope was tied around his wrists and ankles and wrapped around the bed frame before going under the bed and coming back up over his body multiple times.

He struggled for a few minutes, trying to get out of this situation as he wondered what he had done that would leave him like this without any memory of whatever kinky fun he must have had, until he noticed his mother standing in the doorway.

She stood in the doorway, leaning against the door frame, her sleek hourglass frame clad only in white panties and a bra blocking out most of the light entering the darkened room.

Jack finally stopped thrashing and looked at her, asking “What's going on, mom?”

Jack's mother slowly entered the room, her body swaying seductively in her lingerie, as she answered, “Oh, sweetie, I'm going to help you with a little problem you've been having.”

When she finally arrived at her bed, she jumped onto its bouncy surface, swinging her leg over Jack's body and placing her ass down on his stomach.

As Jack looked at his mother straddling him, he suddenly realized that his cock was throbbing in a full erection. He instantly looked away from her in embarrassment.

His mother giggled lightly and said, “Aww, don't be embarrassed, sweetie. It's completely involuntary. I have to confess, in addition to drugging your eggs, I spiked your tea with Viagra. I'm sorry I had to do that to you, but I knew you'd never agree to this without being forced.”

“Agree to what?!” Jack asked angrily.

Jack's mother simply ignored him and turned around to face his raging cock. He could see her hands working on something between his spread legs and felt something wrap around his balls and slowly tighten.

“What? What are you going?!” Jack asked.

When she seemed satisfied that whatever she was putting on his balls was tight enough, she finally answered him, “I know you've been having trouble with your erections dear. I know you get them at night and in the morning and you aren't able to ignore them.”

She reached beside the bed and pulled up what looked like a thick hose in one hand and a bottle of lube in the other. Spraying a large amount of the lube into the hose, she continued, “Quite frankly, I'm tired of it. I'm tired of you coming to breakfast with nothing but a pair of briefs to cover up your hard ons, and I'm tired of you defiling your sister's underwear.”

His eyes widened at her last comment, how did she know about that?

He could feel her spraying the lube onto his raging cock as she continued talking, “Yes, I know that you sneak into the bathroom every night, dig in the hamper, and find a pair of your sister's soft panties to jack off into. You didn't think we didn't know, did you? I'm the one that does the laundry, and I know that your sister isn't shooting a load of boy-cum into her own panties and stuffing them to the bottom of the hamper, so that only leaves on person.”

“I'm...I'm sorry, mom.” Jack said.

“Oh, don't apologize dear, I know you can't help it. You're sex drive is just too high.” She replied as she slid the hose over Jack's erect cock. He could only imagine what was inside the hose as the sensation of a wet, warm, engorged pussy slid over his cock, forcing him to gasp at the pleasure.

His mother giggled at his reaction. “Oh, you haven't felt anything yet, sweetie,” She said as she reached beside the bed and flicked a switch.

Instantly, Jack was bombarded with the sensation of a woman slowly slamming her pussy down over his cock. He couldn't help but let out a soft moan as this non-too-often felt sensation overcame him.

“I'm going to help you with your little sex drive problem, honey. This device will slowly rub your cock until you cum, and then it will rub you until it's turned off when I feel you've cum enough. The testicle clamp around your nuts allows for a slow, gradual release of cum, much more controlled than just letting you shoot off, and it allows for far more cum to be released in a single session.”

She turned around and placed her ass squarely on his stomach so she could watch him enjoy the sensations.

As the minutes passed, she could see that the device was doing its job. His face had gone red, his breath had quickened, and he had closed his eyes and allowed his head to turn to the side against the pillow.

The way his breath was quickening now, she knew she didn't have much time, so she began explaining one last thing.

“Unfortunately...Jack, are you paying attention?” She pushed his head up and waited until his eyes opened and focused on her before continuing, “That's better. Unfortunately, I don't have the collection chamber for the device. It's been years since it was last used, and I can't seem to find it anywhere. “

His eyes focused on hers as he tried his best to listen and ignore the sensations in his cock.

“You see, the collection chamber would usually collect all the cum you squirt into the machine, so I can easily dispose of it later. But, without it, I'm afraid the machine will just spray your cum all over the place, and you know I can't have a mess like that in my room.” She said as she shook her head “no” to emphasize how bad having his cum spraying around her room would be.

“So I'm afraid I can't let you cum into the machine today.” She finished.

Jack was going to suggest that she just let him out and he'd finish himself off later, but she cut him off before he could even get his mouth open.

“I also can't let you go wandering around with an erection again, that would defeat the whole purpose of all this. So, I'm left with only one option.” She said as she reached between his legs for another item she had left there.

“The testicle clamp has the added bonus of cutting off minimizing the blood flow to your testicles.” She said as she fiddled with whatever was behind her back.

Suddenly, her hand came up from behind her back, and Jack could see a pair of her sewing scissors grasped daintily between her feminine thumb and fingers.

“I'm just going to have to cut your nuts off.” She said, smiling with delight as she snipped the scissors twice in the air.

Jack looked at her in horror and attempted to struggle out of his bonds. He quickly found that he had no chance of undoing the tightly bound rope, let alone forcing his mother's soft round ass off of his stomach before she could do her deed.

“Don't worry, sweetie, this'll be good for you. You'll be so much less preoccupied with your penis, and women will respond well to your kinder, less aggressive attitude after the last of your testosterone leaves your system,” She said reassuringly, “You'll probably get more dates after becoming a eunuch than you ever could before.”

Jack saw his mother's hand slip behind her back once more, and could feel the blades of the scissors against his ball sack as she positioned them.

“Now, you just look me right in the eye, and I'll be able to see when your just about to cum. And before you let out any mess, I'll just give you a nice little snip.” His mother said as she gazed into his eyes.

For some reason, he gazed back, stopped struggling, and allowed the sensation of the hose's pussy rubbing across his cock wash over him again.

As Jack looked into his mother's eyes, he could feel the tingle in his cock head. He felt the need to cum, and he felt his balls boil with the desire to shoot out a thick load.

It seemed like the fake pussy was rubbing faster now, pushing him toward his fate. He felt the cum begin to leave his balls, he felt ecstasy just a moment away as his eyes widened.

His mother smiled, her own eyes wide with excitement, as she pushed almost effortlessly against the handles of the scissors, severing his nut sack from his body.

Only the light plop of Jack's testicles hitting the bed was heard as the sensation of impending orgasm instantly vanished.

Jack felt not ecstasy, or even frustration, but simply nothing as his mother looked down at him and giggled, “Looks like no more of that for you, ever again, sweetie.”

Smiling, she reached behind herself and grasped Jack's ball sack, holding it up for him to see as she inspected it.

“My, my, these are full. I bet you wish you had your morning cum before breakfast, huh?” She giggled once again, and gave the balls a little squeeze, causing a tiny dribble of cum to leak out of the severed testicles, “Too late now, I guess.”

Swinging her leg across his body once again, Jack's mother stood up and walked slowly toward the door, her ass swaying seductively as she moved.

“I'll untie you in a minute, I just want to weigh these first. They might be the biggest I've ever cut!” She said as she walked out, leaving him alone with a drooping cock, and a missing set of balls.

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