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Editor's note: this story contains scenes of incest or incest content.

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My marriage was annulled after 5 short months. Mom told me this would happen, but I didn't listen. She knew the girl I chose to marry would eventually grow tired of me. And that is exactly what she did. She flat-out told me that I was unable to satisfy her sexually, emotionally or romantically. She told me she had been screwing her boyfriend the entire time we'd been married. She told me we were getting an annulment. And during that same conversation, she told me he was moving in that afternoon and she wanted me out before he got there.

As soon as I stepped into my childhood home, my mother began the "I told you so" lecture. She informed me that things would be different this time. She wasn't going to let me choose my next girlfriend, obviously, I wasn't capable of making good choices. And to ensure I didn't disobey her, she planned to keep me in a chastity belt until the day of my next marriage. She didn't want me spending time with another slut like my future ex-wife. With that said, she pulled a small box from out of the coffee table drawer and set it on the table. The box was black with no writing on it at all.

Staring at that black box, I remembered reading about chastity devices in a history class I'd once taken. The entire class thought it was crazy that people were once forced to wear things like that. I for one thought it was a cruel way to keep anyone from having sex, but deep down I also found it intriguing and thought about it often while alone at night in my bed. But I'd never expected anyone to really keep me in one!

I didn't know what to do. I had nowhere else to go. I shivered a little and felt my emotions coming to the surface. My marriage had fallen apart, I had to return home and live with my mother and she insisted I begin wearing a chastity belt! It was the worst day of my young life.

When the first tear formed in my eye, my mother wrapped her arms around me and held me against her chest as I sobbed. She whispered in my ear how much she loved me. She told me everything would be okay. She would take care of everything now that I was back home with her. Eventually, my crying stopped and I went to the bathroom to wash my face.

When I returned to the living room, I found my mother still sitting on the couch with her perfect posture, looking as radiant as ever. In her hand, she held a clear plastic 'thing'. It looked abnormal, almost like the plastic shouldn't be able to hold that form. As I moved closer to her, she took the device by a small golden lock that I hadn't noticed before and raised up to her eye level.

"Sweetheart, do you know how this chastity belt will attach to your penis?" she asked in that motherly tone that seemed so out of place considering what she had said.

I shook my head and told her I had no idea. I'd never seen one before. But I had the general idea of what it was for. I tried to tell her I didn't need this, I didn't deserve this. But she would have none of it. She had her mind set and there was nothing I could say or do to change it.

"Well, this might be a little embarrassing for you, but I need you to lower your pants and underwear. Because if you are unsure how to put this on properly, I want to show you how to do it. And, you should be aware, that I'll have to check it once or twice a week to be sure you aren't trying to take it off without my permission. And I'll also have to figure out a way to clean it. But we'll cross that bridge when we come to it. Right now, I need you to show me your penis."

My mouth fell open and I was at a complete loss for words. I stood before her sitting there on the couch with that little cage resting on her open palm. I felt shivers run all over my body and I began to perspire. "Um, mom, seriously? I mean, it's not right. Are you sure about this? Isn't it against the law or something?"

"Stop being such a worry wart. Just drop your pants before I get upset."

Images of living on the street with nowhere to go flashed through my mind. I was stuck. I didn't have güvenilir bahis another choice. With trembling fingers, I slowly undid my pants, hooked my thumbs under my pants and underpants and slowly lowered them to mid-thigh.

My semi-hard penis caught my mother's attention and she smirked. While gazing at my thin modestly sized penis she began, "Sweetie, didn't anyone ever let you know you should trim your pubic hair? The hair looks longer than your penis. Not to worry, I will make an appointment with someone I know who can address that situation."

While looking into my eyes, she held the chastity device in her hand and pointed to different parts of it as she explained how it would 'mount' on me. After she had pretty much told me how it would go on, she warned me, "I'm going to touch you now."

Her hand reached up with its long perfectly polished fingernails, two of her fingers moved my penis in roughly the same position the cage would keep it in. She held the cage up beside my still semi-hard penis, "Well, I might have overestimated your penis size. But for now, this should work until I can get a size smaller." Thankfully she ignored how it grew rock hard. How could it not? I could feel her warm breath on it, the touch of her fingers, there was no way I could not get hard!

She pulled her hand away from my penis with a quick smile and then went to work. She removed the lock and then slid this hinged ring off. The ring had three, white plastic pins sticking out of it. What was left in her hand was a plastic tube with small slots for ventilation. The tube was formed in a sharp radius with a slightly larger place for the head of a penis at the end of it. On the other end, there was a flange with holes for the rings' plastic pins to slide through. Honestly, the sight of it scared me.

With a sparkle in her eyes, she looked from the cage to my erect penis and then into my eyes. She smirked before suggesting I excuse myself to the bathroom so I could masturbate. I needed to me flaccid in order to put the cage on. She told me to use a tissue to catch my mess. And she went on to tell me to clean myself really well before coming back out to see her.

I'd never been so embarrassed. My own mother was telling me to masturbate! She had always spoken freely about sex. We had dozens of sex talks over the years and she routinely made it clear that masturbation was perfectly normal. But she had never told me to go masturbate!

She often told me she masturbated regularly. And I'd once snooped through her dresser and found a very long, fat vibrator hidden in the bottom drawer. The image of my buxom, full-figured mother, with her exaggerated hourglass figure, masturbating with that vibrator had plagued my fantasies for years. Even while with my wife, the idea of my mother with that vibrator invaded my mind while we made love.

While still an emotional mess from my wife throwing me out, tears welled up in my eyes while I turned to do as I'd been told. But my penis remained rock hard and bobbed from side to side as I waddled to the bathroom, holding my pants at mid thigh.

I closed and locked the bathroom door behind me. Looking in the large mirror, I saw a completely broken man. Tears were streaking my cheeks. My shoulders were slumped and my breaths were coming in gasps. Reaching down, I wrapped my finger and thumb around my stiff penis and began to slide them up and down. I stood there watching myself masturbate. I looked so pathetic. My penis began to soften under my fingers and I began to consider walking back out to my mother without cumming first.

But I nearly jumped out of my skin with I heard a soft knock on the door. My mother's soft voice asked, "How are you doing Sweetheart? Are you almost done?" I hadn't heard her walking on the hardwood floors at all.

I whimpered softly as my cock became rock hard once again. Hearing my mother's voice ask those questions through the door was enough to not only get me fully erect but drive me to the brink of orgasm. I began masturbating quickly, my finger and thumb flying up and down along the length of my türkçe bahis penis.

Staring at myself in the mirror, I tried to accept that this is where I belonged. I was destined to remain living under my mother's control for the time being. She had always known what was best for me. She even predicted how my marriage would end. If she wanted to keep me in a chastity belt until she found an appropriate person to become my bride, then I would accept that. The idea of my mother touching my penis helped me to accept my fate. And knowing she would hold the only key to the cage my penis was kept in was tremendously arousing.

I let go of my pants and let them fall around my ankles. My skinny legs and narrow waist were covered with a thin layer of light blonde hair matching the color of my pubic hair. And if mother followed through with what she'd said, my pubic hair would soon be gone. A chill shot up my spine at the thought of that.

Another soft knock on the door interrupted my thoughts. In a soft, raspy voice, mother said, "I can hear you breathing heavily Sweetheart. Don't forget to catch your mess in toilet tissue."

I reached down and paused when I saw the neat triangle the last sheet was folded into. Mother had always folded the last square of tissue into a triangle. And while living with her, I was expected to follow suit. It became a habit after doing it for so long. Even now, I couldn't stop myself from folding the last square of tissue into a triangle. It didn't matter where I was. I did it at home, at work and even in public restrooms.

While still stroking my penis, I pulled off several sheets from the roll and held them in front of my drooling penis. A wet, sloppy sound echoed in the room while I stroked myself. Knowing my mother was just outside the door and could definitely hear that sound, only spurred on my arousal. I fell back against the wall while still staring at myself in the mirror when my orgasm began. I heard myself moan when the first glob erupted from my penis. It was quickly followed by a second and then a third.

While still in the throes of bliss, I heard my mother's voice. "That's my good boy. It feels good, doesn't it? Enjoy it, Sweetheart. It's going to be a while before I schedule your next one." She paused but I could hear her breathing through the door. The idea of my mother scheduling my orgasms was surprisingly exciting. The more I thought about my mother keeping me chaste, the more I accepted that it was what I deserved. It began to make sense in my mind. Being kept with minimal orgasms would make me appreciate them all the more. When mother found a proper wife for me, it would be almost like I was losing my virginity all over again. I was afraid and excited at the same time.

As I squeezed out the last little bit of mess into the tissue, mother spoke once again, "I'll be waiting in the living room. Remember to clean yourself really well before you come out to see me." I listened to her heels click down the hall toward the living room.

I whimpered softly when I dropped the tissue into the toilet and watch it get flushed away. That very well may be the last orgasm I have for a good long time. I reached down and folded the last square of tissue on the roll into a neat triangle. The act of doing that made me smile. It was what my mother wanted. And I knew I wanted the same things she wanted. She loved me, I was her only son and she wanted the very best for me.

When I began to think about how to clean myself, I considered trying to do it with a washcloth over the sink. But I gave up on that and decided I'd take a quick shower instead. I stripped quickly, opened the frilly shower curtain cover and adjusted the water temperature. When it was all set, I stepped into the tub and closed the curtain. The scent of flowers and perfume from the same feminine bath products I'd used while growing up made me feel safe and loved. After washing myself from head to toe, paying special attention to my shriveled up penis, I almost picked up the pink razor and tried to shave off my pubic hair myself. But I decided not to, knowing mother güvenilir bahis siteleri had a plan for it.

After drying myself off, I tidied up the bathroom before putting my clothes back on. I left my shoes and socks off, setting them neatly in the hall outside of the bathroom. I stood there just outside of the bathroom trying to muster my courage. I knew I'd have to walk out there eventually. But I was struggling to take that first step. The ideas and fantasies that had helped me to orgasm just moments before had faded. Now the fact that my mother was going to lock my penis in a chastity belt became very real.

I knew I should stand up from myself. I should tell her there was no way she would ever lock my penis up. But she had raised me to follow orders and do as I'd been told. That was another problem my wife had with me. She knew I could never make a decision for myself or stand up for what I thought was right. I always did what I was told to do and relied on her to make the decisions. Early on in our relationship, she enjoyed making all of the decisions. But she eventually decided that she wanted a 'real man' to take care of her.

Swallowing hard, I looked down at my feet and stepped into the living room. Glancing up, I saw my mother sitting on the couch with her back perfectly straight. She had a grin on her face and commended my decision to shower before coming to see her. When I stood right in front of her, she reached up and while undoing the button on my pants, she said: "Let's get this over with."

Her long fingernails raked the skin on my hips when she pulled my pants and underwear to my knees. I felt tears welling up in my eyes again but said nothing. She picked up the plastic ring from the coffee table and quickly looped it behind my scrotum. It hugged my penis and scrotum snugly. She then used a feathery touch to guide my penis into the curved cage. The hole for the lock lined up at the same time the ring and cage set together. Mother picked up the lock, slipped it through the hole and clicked it shut.

I stood there with my penis trapped beneath a clear plastic cage. I whimpered softly. Mother continued to hold my caged penis in her hand. She looked up into my eyes and spoke in a tone which let me know she was being very serious. She told me that I was a clever boy and could probably figure out a way to get out of the cage. But if I did, she would get a metal cage to put me in. And if I found a way out of that one, she'd find a more creative way of keeping me chaste. She told me she was doing this for my own good. She couldn't stand the thought of me winding up with someone who didn't appreceiate me for who I was. She only wanted the very best for me and that was the reason she was doing this.

Still holding my caged penis in her hand, she went on to explain that over the next few days she would take me to have my pubic hair removed. She would also schedule my orgasms on a calendar which she would hang in my childhood bedroom. Mother gently squeezed my cage and balls when she told me that she'd be checking my cage for damage to be sure I wasn't being naughty. These checks would not be scheduled and could happen at any time.

That's when my knees buckled and my pants and underwear fell around my ankles. Mother smiled while her eyes wandered up and down my naked lower half. She lifted her other hand and laid it on my naked hip. She bit her lip seductively before saying in a soft voice, "I think I'll have you strip during the inspections of your cage. I wouldn't want you to hide anything from me. And if I do find that you've been tampering with this cage, it'll be that much easier to punish you. I'm sure your cute little butt remembers my leather belt."

With a grin, she squeezed my caged penis again. She went on to say, "Oh yes Sweetheart. You're living under my roof again and you'll need to follow my rules. And if I see so much as a scratch on this cage or lock, I'll beat your little ass so thoroughly you won't be able to sit down for days. Do you understand me, young man?"

I nodded my head and whispered that I understood. Mother lowered her hands to her lap and after looking me up and down once more, told me to go get myself unpacked in my old room. As I pulled up my pants, she told me she was really going to enjoy having me live at home with her again.