Mom’s Bathroom Boy (part 5)

Jon stood up, and quickly pulled his shorts up to his waste. His cock hung solemnly down his left thigh, even his freight could not shrink the thick member. He always had it flopping about him, always it seemed at half mast, always worried people might assume he had a boner, during times when he should not have a boner.
He walked to the bathroom, began filling the tub. And started to cautiously kick his mother’s panties out of their tight bunch, into a more natural causal ball that she had tossed them in originally.
As he was toeing her panties, Jon’s mom stepped into the bathroom, wrapped in the towel. Its two damp discolored prints of asscheeks and several yellow hand prints exposed in the bathroom’s florescent light.
“Get in the tub, Jonathan.” His mom commanded quietly.
“but mom, why would I get IN the tub when-“
“You are to call me Mother, nothing else. And right now since you are proving to be less than a son and more of a little boy. I’m going to call you Boy. And you better say please and thank you, boy you owe Mother respect and have not given any sacrifice of punishment.” Jennifer was floating with such dark and powerful desire. She felt as though that she was listening to her own internal master. Who began to instruct her to commit to treating her son like a slave. To be his master, it was her true sexual fantasy and she was simply following that fantasies orders.
“but, Mother isn’t this the punishment for jacking off?” Jon pleaded as his mom glared down upon him, as he stepped back into the shallow tub as she had commanded, drawing the curtain slowly closed.
“Boy, I will decide when you will be punished and how. This is your duty as my son and I your master-your mother. You need to be taught to obey your parents. So this is the first time in a long time I’m giving you something you need to obey, but I realize from how disappointing you are being that you need a few courses of training. Maybe ill need help from your older sister too once she gets home, she was good at keeping you in line. You seemed to respect her position as your elder and mature sister when you were kids. As a matter of fact I remember seeing you laying in that tub once while she bent over you and you seemed to be following her orders. Even her dirty orders.”
“You saw that?” said Jon, shocked that one of his most tramatuzing and exciting moments ever as a child was witnessed and permitted by his mother. That she had allowed her daughter to degrade and deprave her son. Watching while her son was forced to sniff and lick his own sister’s butthole clean.
“yes boy, and if you don’t address me properly I’m going to make that seem like a picnic. Your sister is older than you, when I am not present she is in command of you. I used to hear here threaten you that if you didn’t follow her orders shed come and tell me. I liked the comfort of knowing that ultimately I had the power over you and that you feared that I might know your secrets. That I might discipline you for them. To know that you were under my command, that was good to always know. But it made me happy and excited to see that down the chain of command you obeyed your sister no matter what she said. I know that she can get you do anything if she’s angry enough. SO I might just have to inform her about you snooping around her room. I think I saw you pick up a pair of her panties. Does my son like panties? Did that memory come across your mind as you came all over my clean bathroom?”
“Mother, please this is embarrassing me. I’m sorry but incase you forgot the bathroom was covered in piss already! I wasn’t immaculate. It was literally sprayed floor to walls in piss.” Jon pleaded, desperate to avoid what punishment loomed over his future with actual frightening severity. Everything Jon had once held as freaky and sexy now genuinely worried him. He’d made a lot of mistakes and was careless with deeply personal things that could ruin him. Not only in the eyes of his mother who seemed to be circling in on some dark discovery. But his sister too who was capable for really unleashing fury on him. Of ruining his life by making known to all his friends something like his frequent incestuous jerks to his hunger for something nastier.
“tell me now, son what is it that is your sexual fantasy? What made you cum was it your sister’s thongs? Was it your sister?? If so that is seriously disappointing and will need to be addressed via punishment with her deciding what will suffice.”
“Now son, you must obey me and assist me in my commands.