"...You did feel good though. Better than my real dildo actually." Your mother appearing much more thoughtful now that the initial shock had started to wear off.
“And...” She continued, “...This was supposed to be a punishment. You had been misbehaving, pretending to be me. So some might say that last night you merely reaped what you sowed. After all, this wouldn’t have happened if you’d not been messing around with the medallion behind my back.”
This sudden change from shame and remorse to acceptance (and even placing the blame squarely on you) being rather jarring. Having certainly not expected that. Nor did you expect what she said next.
“And why shouldn’t I get something out of this as well?” She questioned, “Having my own son as my dildo? It certainly is rather kinky on reflection. And on some level surely you must have enjoyed it too.” Which you had already admitted to yourself that you had. As messed up as that was. “I never see you with any girls. So going back inside me must have been quite the education. And... I did say you had to spend an entire week like this, so cutting it short now wouldn’t really make much sense. Nor would telling your sister what had happened. No, I think this should stay our little secret instead. Don’t you think?" Her face suddenly breaking into a mischievous smirk. One that you'd never seen your mother wear before. "Then we can get to have a lot more fun. Starting... right now. Belle did go back to bed after all.”
(Holy shit-balls!) You found yourself thinking. This being an 180 to end all 180's. Not quite believing that she was seriously suggesting this. That she'd knowingly use you to jerk off with this time. (She's... She's got to be messing with me.) Surely.
All signs pointed to no however as you were plucked from off the sink, and carried quickly back into her bedroom. Your mom wasting no time at all.
"And seeing how we both know what's going on this time, it's only fair that I put on a little show," she told you, throwing you down onto the bed. "Dress myself up all sexy for my baby boy-slash-plaything. It's been quite a while since I've had anyone to show off to. Not since your father was still around."
Being left laying there, not able to properly see what it was she was doing as she moved back and forth across the room. Opening drawers, her closet, and then sitting herself down in front of her vanity. All the while chatting away about how fun and naughty this was. Seeing a side of your mom that you'd certainly never knew existed before. One that wasn't all prim and proper and maternal (though of course you'd experienced some of that last night). Instead being wild, risque and incredibly perverted. It sounding a lot like she was getting super turned on by the thought of using you to jerk off with. Which, along with everything else that had happened, completely blew your mind. Half feeling like you were dreaming.
(This isn't really happening is it?) You asked yourself. (It can't be.) Convinced that at some point you were going to wake up.
You didn't though, and after ten minutes of laying there on the comforter, you saw your mother's legs approach. Happily chirping, "There. All done." Her lower half being dressed now in what looked like stockings. Clinging tightly to her smooth and toned legs. The lacy tops of which you could just make out were attached to garters. (Oh... Oh wow!) Your mom having not been kidding when she'd mentioned dressing up all 'sexy'. Stockings and garters definitely being that. Being picked up again and in the process getting a quick, close up view of what else she was wearing. There being various glimpses of silky black material, and a heck of a lot of skin. Especially in the chest area. Your mother's overly large bust bulging out of the top, creating one hell of a deep cleavage.
Above that meanwhile, her face was completely changed. Having applied way more makeup than you’d ever seen her wear prior. Her eyelids a smokey dark blue color. Her eyelashes long and thick. While her lips were painted a deep, succulent red. Making her look less like your mother, and more like some kind of pin-up model or porn star. This transformation being quite the shock.
“Alright then, sweetheart,” she said, carrying you over to her dresser and propping you up. Taking several steps back so that the entirety of her lingerie clad body was in full view. Pulling a sexy, fashion model like pose in the process. “What do you think? Does your mother scrub up nice?”
(Jesus!) Was all that you could really think to respond with. Not believing quite what you were seeing.
There she stood, hands on hips, chest pushed out and one knee slightly bent, staring at you somewhat seductively. Her once (or at least what you'd once thought of as) ordinary middle aged mother-of-twos body looking anything but. Clad in incredibly revealing and sexy matching black underwear. A push-up bra that as previously mentioned struggled to contain her prestigious bust. A slinky little garter belt connecting to her stockings. Matching panties that clung tightly to her crotch and left her wide hips completely bare. And to top it all off, a pair of patent black stiletto heels. Which complemented her stocking clad legs beautifully and increased her height by a good four or five inches. This being a far cry from the women you knew. A far cry even from the woman who had used you for her own self pleasure last night. Knowing full well that if you still had a jaw it would be very much hanging open.
But, as you were currently still an inanimate object, externally there was still no reaction. Your mom having to imagine it for herself. Grinning, “I thought that might be your answer. Not too bad for a 36 year old.”
Not too bad was right. Your mother having perhaps put on a little bit of weight since having kids, but she was still in terrific shape. She does workout once in a while though, which kind of makes sense since most of that excess fat having seemingly gone to her boobs, hips and thighs. Giving her an incredibly curvaceous hourglass figure. Which the lingerie most definitely emphasized. Way more than her dowdy old house dresses ever did.
Your mother letting out a little chuckle as she used her hands to caress her body. Gliding them over the spherical mounds on her chest, around the lacy detailing of the bra cups, and then down across the rest of her torso. Watching transfixed as her fingers delicately caressed the front of her panties and then moved onto her legs. Bending over as she reached her ankles and giving you quite the show of cleavage in the process. Commenting that, “I may not be one of those hot young babes that you and your friends go ga-ga over, but even still... Momma's definitely still got it going on. And none of those babes are here right now, showing you all of this.” A finger reaching into the deep chasm of her cleavage and plunging deep inside. Drawing your attention. “None of them are going to do to you what I’m about to...”
Watching then as she seductively sashayed her way towards you, and picked you back up. “Mommy’s gonna take real good care of her sweet little baby.” Her red lips parting, revealing her long pink tongue, which began lapping at the very top of your ‘head’. Licking your entire length and moaning along as she did. Very much ramping up her performance. This sensual and thorough licking of your plastic form soon evolving into her taking you back into her mouth. Sucking on you like she was sucking on an actual dick. Being way more ‘giving’ than the last time. Aware of course that she was sucking on an actual person. Her warm wet mouth and lashing tongue feeling pretty damn amazing. As did her throat closing around your length as she proceeded to deep throat you once more. Thrusting you down her gullet hard and fast.
“Mmmh, God!” She gasped loudly, once she'd pulled you back out. Leaving you slick with her saliva. “How’d that feel, sweetheart? Did you enjoy Mommy sucking you off?” Acting truly depraved now. Her own horniness at using you this way having very much taken over.
"I bet you did. I bet my little plastic man just loves when Mommy plays with him. Well now I know something else that you'll like. Something that all you young boys are obsessed with... And that's my huge. Big. Boobs."
Finding yourself being pressed against the softness of her chest. Sinking into the warm, squishy depths of her cleavage, where everything soon turned dark and all you could hear was the steady pounding of her heart. This being an entirely different experience than being in either her mouth or her vagina. And, for a boob lover such as yourself, being completely engulfed between your mother's overabundance of pillowy breast flesh was arousing to the extreme. Loving how it felt against your 'body'. So much so that after several minutes of being thrashed about within it and squeezed from every side, you were disappointed to be pulled back out. Though the up close and personal view you received as you were certainly was awe inspiring. Appreciating your mother's tits even more. Especially when she yanked the bra cups beneath her big, pendulous mounds and pressed you up against her giant, pink nipples. Rubbing the springy nubs all over and commenting that, "You used to love sucking on my nipples back when you were a baby. It's just a shame that you can't do it now. Because these things are positively aching!.. Though I have an idea... Maybe you'd like to watch me suck on them instead. Just like all of those porn stars do."
Being held aloft again as she did just that. Bringing a huge mound up towards her face and taking the nipple into her mouth. Sucking on it like it was the sweetest most tastiest morsel in the world. Which it very much looked like it was. Wishing more than anything that you had a mouth to join her.