You let out a big sigh as you stretched your back. You had been sitting behind your desk for hours today, revising for the upcoming exams. With just a few five-minute breaks, you managed to get through chapter after chapter. Your ability to concentrate had drastically improved in the past few months. You had still studied for a long time, so you decided that you could take the rest of the day off. As you stood up to go to the bathroom, you read on the clock on the wall that it was already four in the afternoon. You were again surprised by how time seemed to fly nowadays. As you thought back to the first few weeks after your mom had taken matters into her own hands, you noticed the drastic improvements you had made. During those first days, it was hard to keep your mind on anything productive, let alone school related subjects.
In the bathroom, you pulled down your pants and sat down on the toilet, hunching over onto your knees completely. You had already missed the toilet bowl completely multiple times, so you weren't taking any risks anymore. You couldn't deny that your situation had some benefits, but you still missed the days that you could pee standing up. As you relaxed, a powerful stream of pee started hitting the toilet. You were embarrassed to admit that you sounded exactly like a girl would if she'd use the restroom. When you were finished, you shook your ass up and down in your awkward position in an attempt to dry your crotch. This didn't do much, though, so you had to resort to drying it off with some toilet paper. This was how it always went, but old habits die hard.
Before getting dressed again, you opened your mom's drawer, looking for her sanitary wipes. When you pulled your pants down, you had already felt how wet and sticky your current one was. You knew your mom wouldn't mind you leaking a bit into your underwear, but you still tried to keep them dry as much as possible. After you found what you were looking for, you retrieved the dirty one from your underwear and threw it in the bin. At first, you were scared your dad would find out it wasn't his wife using the sanitary wipes, but your mom assured you he wouldn't. Skeptical as you had been at first, she turned out to be completely right. Nowadays, you get rid of them without a second thought.
You carefully put the layer of protection between your crotch and your underwear in its place and pulled up your pants. You checked another time to make sure you wouldn't leak next to it and buckled your belt. Finally, you stood in front of the sink to take another look at your crotch in your jeans. There wasn't even a hint of a bulge showing in your pants. You would be able to go out and nobody would know that you were wearing a chastity cage. You had been adverse to the idea of wearing such a small cage, but you had to acknowledge its upsides. And it was not like you had had any choice in the matter anyway.
Your biggest fear had been that someone would catch on, especially if you were at campus. The shrinking of your crotch had definitely decreased your stress while wearing your cage outside. It had protruded more obviously in your pants when you wore your bigger cage. Not that much, but just enough that some people might look twice. The only reason people might get suspicious these days would be by the distinct lack of bulge in your jeans. Even in loose shorts, there wouldn't be a hint of a bump in your pants.
While you were walking back to your room, you decided to play some games until dinner. As you sat back down behind your desk, you felt something leaking out of your penis already. It was hard to hold back, so you just let it flow into the sanitary wipe. You were almost continuously leaking these days, as your last time had been about a month ago. Your heart skipped a beat when you realized this. Every month, Mom would take care of your problem downstairs. She deviated from this with a few days sometimes, depending on your father's schedule. He naturally couldn't be home at those moments. You had no idea if today would be the day, so you could only hope. With a ragged breath and beating heart, you booted up your computer to play some games. You had to do something to keep yourself from getting too excited.
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You looked up from your PC as you heard your mom's voice coming through your door. "Honey," she called. "It's time for your milking, Sweetie. I'll be waiting for you in our bedroom."
"Yes Mom, I'm coming", you shouted back, making sure she heard you. It hadn't even been on for over ten minutes, but you would gladly turn off your PC again for this. You had been waiting for ages to be milked again. Your excitement started rising and rising. You almost sprinted out of your room towards your parents' bedroom.
When you opened the door, your mom was already sitting on the bed, playing with her tablet. You couldn't help but stand in the doorway, gazing at her. Her smooth black hair that would normally drape over her shoulders was put into a quick bun. You had inherited your hair from your father, as it was more thick and brown. You kept it relatively short to combat the curls that would start to show if it grew longer. You shared her pale white skin and light-blue eyes. Even though you had the same eyes, you could stare into hers for ages. Even so, the reason that you were staring at her was for another reason. She was wearing nothing but her underwear, leaving scarcely anything for the imagination. Her large breasts almost seemed to tear out of her purple lace bra. Her bare crossed legs and thick thighs were in full display for you to see, slim panties of the same dark purple hiding her crotch.
You gulped as your excitement went through the roof. You finally closed the door behind you, and your mom looked up from her tablet. She swiftly put it away and gave you a scrutinizing look. "I see that someone here is getting excited," she noted nonchalantly.
"I'm sorry, Mom", you said sincerely. One of the reasons that you were put in chastity was because you couldn't keep your eyes off her. It had been ages since you first started noticing her in a different light. You snuck glances at her in the living room, during dinner, or in the pool when you were on vacation. Since you started going to college, this had only gotten worse and worse. During a weekend that your dad went on a trip with his colleagues, your mom had come up with the solution.
Even though she was sitting here in some quite revealing underwear, you didn't intend to stare at her. "Oh no, I didn't mean to reprimand you, Sweetie," she said. You looked up in surprise. It wasn't unusual for her to scold you for giving her inappropriate looks, although the frequency drastically lowered when you were put into your cage. "I decided to show a bit more skin around the house," she said. "And I don't mind if you take a look now and then, if you keep it reasonable."
