...burst out laughing.
"Oh my god! The look on your face!" Jeff's mom started giggling and put a hand over her mouth.
"I..I.. what?!" Jeff sputtered, sitting back in his chair.
"Your eyes got like," she raised her eyebrows and bugged her eyes out at the embarrassed teen, "And and--" She gestured at his crotch and started laughing outright. "If, if that's how you reacted whenever Jenn flirted with you, no wonder you broke up!" She wrapped her arms around herself and laughed harder, tears streaming down her face.
"Jesus Mom!" Jeff put his hands in front of his rapidly shrinking erection and started to get pissed off. She was no better than the kids at school! Those friends of Jenn's who'd whisper to eachother then giggle looking at him, the jerks who bullied him in the locker room...
"First!" She said gasping for breath. "First you turn me into your ex-girlfriend, then into some sort of erotic fantasy, then you get all worked up and don't even have the balls to go through with it!? Make you a sandwich?!" She burst out laughing again. "If you're going to wimp out after the way I was acting you're never getting laid."
"Mom!" Jeff shouted, blushing furiously. "I don't--
"Don't jerk off enough in the shower? Clearly!" She managed to stop laughing and assumed a sympathetic expression. "I can buy you a different kind of lotion if that's what you need..."
"That's NOT what--aRGH! jeff pounded the edge of his computer desk and glared at his mother.
She smiled and said sweetly. "Use your words honey, you're a big boy. If this," she said fluttering the edge of her lacy top, "is the second thing on your mind," she started wiping the tears off her cheeks with the backs of her hands, "then you definitely need some kind of release."
She stood up and glanced at the computer for a second before looking back at her son. "Look kiddo, that machine is amazing, but you've got to do more with it than just think with your cock."
Jeff stared at his knees and muttered "Whatever."
"Well, I guess sullen and angry is better than inarticulate punching and angry. How long before my clothes return to normal?"
Jeff glanced at the computer and muttered.
"Speak up, I don't understand teenager mumbling."
Jeff looked up at his mom. She'd crossed her arms over her chest, and even in her skimpy outfit, manacles and a slave collar it was clear she felt perfectly in charge of the situation.
"Sunday evening. You said you wanted to try something for the weekend." Jeff spat out defiantly.
"Hmm," she looked down at the manacles. "I'm going to go change clothes then, and by the time I get back I want that thing," she pointed at the computer "programmed to get rid of these." She shook her arm making the metal band slap back and forth.
Jeff couldn't stop himself from sneaking a peek at his Mom's ass as she walked out of the room. Her aerobics classes were really paying off!