I make my way exhaustedly into the house. It's been a long day at college classes and things aren't getting much better for me below the belt. I stumble into the living room, dropping my bag as I do, and kicking my shoes off. That's when I see a woman waiting on the couch with her legs crossed staring directly at me.
She's Columbian, average height, not skinny but in decent shape with black hair running down her neck and behind her back with slight waves. Her green eyes glisten and her face beams with a smile. While attractive, she's aged some at almost 40. She wears a black, modest dress that flaunts a massive E cup cleavage.
"Well, you know the drill." She says in her deep accent. "Dress code."
Immediately, I do as I am told. I begin stripping the clothes off my lean, caucasian body. I throw my shirt over my blonde hair. I unbuckle my jeans and pull them down. I take my clothes and set them to the side. I then pull my socks off as well. I stand barefoot and almost nude on the other side of the couch in front of her.
"Wonderful." She gets up.
Slowly, she trots her nice frame over to me. Ever so carefully, she wraps her arms around me feeling them brush behind my back and her massive breasts squeezing warmly to my chest.
"How is my boy doing?" She murmurs seductively.
"Fine, Mommy." I almost stutter.
"Mmmm." She vocalizes.
She then reaches her head up and gently kisses my lips. It's a slow, quiet kiss but affectionate as I stand there waiting for instruction.
"You've been a good boy for Mommy." She mentions.
"Really?" I ask.
"I got your test scores in. 92 on micro economics. Good job." She hugs me.
"Thank you." I embrace her.
We then both let go. She runs her fingertips with her long, painted nails over my chest. She kisses me again and I enjoy feeling a little bit of her tongue this time.
"I suppose you deserve something special, tonight." She claims.
"Thank you, Mommy." I respond.
She then moves her head next to the side of mine and leans in.
"On the bed." She whispers and then kisses my ear.
I tremble and immediately walk through the living room and into the master bedroom. I get up on the bed and stretch out on it, laying on my back. I look from my side as Valentina makes her way over to me. I stare at her as she comes up to the side of the bed. She reaches her elegant legs over me and she straddles above me. I feel her pelvis sit on my thighs. I look at her with the candle lighting on each nightstand on either side.
I look up at her, admiring her charm and feminine beauty. She smiles and then glides her warm hands down the sides of my chest and stomach right to the edge of my boxers.
"My boy hasn't been lusting for girls, has he?" She asks.
I suddenly feel how contained I am in the cage. "No, Mommy."
"That's good." She whispers.
Suddenly, I feel these ASMR like tingles run down my back as she says this. Without saying anything else, she runs her hands down on the sides of my underwear and grabs them. She slides them off my legs and drops them on the side of the bed. I tilt my face up and Valentina finally sees what's bothering me.
My cock sits in the silicone chastity device. My balls are swollen and my cock is red and tender needing release. It's attempted to stay erect all day and hasn't gone down since this morning.
"Casey, are you okay?" She asks.
"No, Mommy. It hurts." I mention.
"Why didn't you tell me about this?" She questions.
"I wanted to be inside your pussy tonight and didn't want to be punished." I explain.
She sighs. "Son." She moves forward to where she lies on top of me. I squirm a little.