Your son, Marcus, has always been a little odd as a little boy, but right around when he hit puberty he changed drastically, becoming a total pervert. He is now basically always in his room jerking off, not even hiding it when someone comes in and interrupts. His room always stinks with the fishy smell of semen as well as the pungent odor of boy musk as he seldom bathes, too busy jerking off. You almost never even enter there anymore because he practically never wears clothes, which is also how you learned that he has a massive cock, with massive balls to match You're not sure why, but it seems he can cum nonstop! You hypothesize its because of the... size... of his equipment, but you still sometimes worry and think about taking him to the doctor. Perhaps there is an underlying issue to his porn addiction as well as the unusual amount he ejaculates? "Oh yeah..." You hear him groan through his door as he reaches completion again. it seems he's made another mess.

You feel guilty for not having talked to your son about this earlier. Maybe now that he has cum, he'll be in a more talkative mood? You slip a note under his door reading "Son, we need to talk. Come to my room at midnight." and head back downstairs to wait impatiently until then.

As the clock strikes midnight you hear footsteps slowly coming up the stairs toward your room. Your heart races nervously as they approach your door and pause outside. After several long moments, the door creaks open to reveal your perverted son Marcus, completely naked and still sporting a massive erection. His face is flushed with embarrassment but also curiosity.

You quickly close the door and lock it before sitting down on your bed. "Marcus, I wanted to talk to you about..." You trail off, unsure how to broach the subject. He fidgets nervously under your gaze, seemingly unable to meet your eye. The air between you feels thick with tension and embarrassment.

"Well... yes," he finally admits, his voice barely audible above the hammering of his heart. "But Mom, I can't help it! It's like a compulsion. Sometimes I just need it so badly that I can't even think straight." Tears begin to well up in his eyes as he speaks.

"I know this isn't healthy, and I'm sorry for making such a mess all over the house, but I just can't stop!"

Frowning sympathetically, you nod and Marcus hesitantly closes his eyes. After he's undressed himself completely, you reach out and carefully remove his hands from their place at his crotch. "Just trust me, son," you whisper softly, feeling his warm skin beneath yours. "This will make it all better." As he lies there, naked and vulnerable before you, your heart races even faster.

You take a deep breath and then slowly, sensually stroke your fingers through his chest hair, over his erect nipples, down to his stomach, and lower still until you reach his cock. You begin to massage him gently at first, working up a steady rhythm. The air in the room thickens as you watch his body respond eagerly to your touch. His hips buck involuntarily against your hand, seeking release.

You smile slyly and reach under the bed, retrieving a small box from its hiding place. It's Marcus' birthday present - a novelty penis cage made of steel mesh. He never knew about it, assuming you were just teasing him when he saw it at the store. But tonight...tonight will be different.

As his body tenses in anticipation, you spring the trap, swiftly moving to restrain his erect cock and balls within the cold metal confines of the cage. He lets out a gasp of surprise and then a whimper of frustration as the steel tightens around him, trapping him helplessly.

"No!" he pleads, struggling against the locking mechanism, but to no avail. "Let me go! It hurts!" Tears well up in his eyes again as he thrashes about on your bed, desperate for release. His h

"No!" he protests weakly, but your command is clear and unyielding. Reluctantly, he gets onto all fours with his ass in the air, exposing himself vulnerably. You take a moment to admire his smooth behind before fetching a large bowl from the bathroom. "This should hold all the spoiled milk," you mutter under your breath as you position it beneath his dripping sack. "And maybe this'll teach you not to neglect your hygiene so much."

With one practiced motion, you snap the cuffs shut around Marcus' ankles, securing them firmly together. The metal digs painfully into his flesh as he writhes and thrashes, desperate to escape his bonds. And now there's nothing he can do as he watches the first bead of semen splatter against the waiting bowl below.

As if his predicament weren't humiliating enough, you reach for a blindfold and gag ball from the bedside table. Without warning, you push them both into Marcus' mouth, silencing his protests and cutting off any further attempts to beg or plead for mercy. You take a moment to admire the way he looks, helpless and exposed before you, body trembling with need.

Finally, you reach between his legs, applying gentle pressure until the thick base of the anal plug nestles against his puckered sphincter. He tenses in anticipation as you begin to push gently, working it deeper inside him. A tiny moan escapes through the gag when he feels it breach that final barrier, filling him completely and leaving him feeling full and exposed in a whole new way.

"There," you whisper, stepping back to admire your handiwork. "

That's what happens when you don't listen." You walk over to the bedroom door and slide the lock into place, sealing him inside with you. As an afterthought, you unlock your own door, leaving it open a crack so that anyone who might happen past can hear every word and every moan as Marcus endures his punishment.

Now all there is to do is wait and see how long he lasts before giving in and begging for release. And when he finally does, you have some interesting... ideas about what you're going to make him do next. The smell of semen fills the air as your son lies helpless beneath you, but tonight it's a smell of submission and humiliation rather than of wanton lust. It suits him perfectly.

The following day finds you rising early, eager to check on Marcus. You slip quietly into his room and find him still fast asleep, the steel cage and anal plug keeping him from even the hope of relief. A satisfied smile tugs at the corner of your mouth as you study your work.

With a soft chuckle, you lean down and gently shake his shoulder. "Marcus," you whisper. "Time to wake up, sleepyhead. We've got things to discuss, remember?" He stirs groggily, rolling over onto his back and blinking blearily at the sunlight streaming through the window.

"What... the..." His voice trails off as the memories flood back, and he sees you standing there watching him, a knowing grin playing across your lips. Panic spreads across his features like wildfire. "Oh gods, Mom! I'm so sorry!"