Mom's Method

Jo was beet red with utter shame, but despite how humiliated he was, he just couldn’t stop himself. He just needed to cum so badly, he’d do almost anything! Including ask his own mother for permission to masturbate!
 
Abby sat on the couch, back against the arm rest, wearing a simple black dress with the skirt riding dangerously high. Even with her legs crossed, Jo could have looked right up between her thighs to almost see her lacy black panties. Or rather, he could have, if his eyes weren’t glued to her sexy feet! Crossed at the ankles, her toes painted a dark red, her feet were on full display right in front her kneeling son. And despite his utter humiliation, he could not resist his fetish, staring at them almost entranced as he kneeled before her, steadily stroking himself!
 
“Fuck… mom… I can’t… I can’t!”
 
Abby pretended to be unfazed the display, glancing through a magazine nonchalantly, not looking at her son as he stroked himself. In truth, she was keenly watching him in her peripheral vision, on the verge of giggling, but she kept her expression one of bored tolerance.
 
“You know the rules. You stop or slow down, you don’t cum at all.”
 
“How… many… minutes...?” he huffed, fighting hard to resist the orgasm his aching balls and throbbing dick were begging for.
 
She glanced up at the clock, which was behind him. “Five,” she fibbed. He actually had four and a half, but he was too absorbed in his task to turn and check.
 
He grit his teeth and squinted with the effort. Abby flipped another page of the magazine, with a subtly sharp snap that indicated she was getting impatient. At the same time, she re-crossed her ankles so the upper foot was now closer to him. He saw the curve of the sole, and he let out a little whimper. She curled her toes, and he lost it!
 
He let out a whine as he bucked, his cock jerking! But no semen was forthcoming. She had only given him permission to stroke himself, not to cum, not yet. He cursed his own lack of control, but he could only hold out for so long, going weeks without relief!
 
Abby deigned to glance up as his eyes scrunched shut and his mouth gaped, and his hand started to stroke erratically. His hips moved and his cock clenched as he forced himself to experience the exquisite agony of a blocked orgasm! His hands started to slow as he tried to get himself under control.
 
“That’s one. Keep going.”
 
Despite the non-stop stroking, the spasms subsided a bit as his body’s physical limits made his cock give up trying to force out his seed, allowing a few precious moments of respite. But his frustrated organ was only more sensitive now, and as his hand kept moving, he quickly shot towards another doomed climax!
 
It always ended up like this. No matter how long he managed to hold out, once he hit that first peak, he could not stop the chain reaction. Not allowed to slow or stop his stroking, his helpless cock spasmed and spasmed and spasmed in one useless attempt to cum after another!
 
“Mom!” he whined. “Mom, please! Let me! Just let me! Please!”
 
“Jo. You know better than to beg. You get another minute.”
 
“N-no!” he gasped. “N-n-nuh-nnnnnnnnnnn!” He shook and huffed through another blocked climax.
 
“You don’t like it, find another girl instead of perving over your own mother.”
 
Jo managed to get himself under control just enough to whine. “I… can’t! You know that… no girl… will… nnngh!” Another hard edge.
 
“Bullshit,” she said, sounding irritated. “You’re just too scared to ask.”
 
Jo winced. “Last time I… did… you know what… happened!”
 
Abby did, indeed, remember. It was the incident that got this whole little fucked up arrangement started. She couldn’t help but smirk, remembering it, despite her attempt to appear neutral. She remembered her son coming home naked, holding muddy clothes a few inches in front of his stubbornly hard cock. The girl he’d asked had tricked him into stripping down out in the woods, then stroked him to a dozen blocked orgasms, then chucked his clothes in a stream, and left him to run home denied and nude!
 
He’d pissed off some other girl a year prior at school over some dumb nonsense. So, when the Chastity Curse came and denied all men self-pleasure and relief, Jo had found himself blacklisted from the help of any young woman around his age. And of course, all the adult women were married or otherwise hooked up; options were incredibly limited in this small town for men to get help achieving release.
 
“Have you tried, really tried, to get back in the girls’ good graces?” said Abby. She curled her toes again, and Jo lost it for a fourth time! She waited for his edging to subside, but he was so worked up, he barely had time to respond before the next one hit him!
 
“They’re… all… hooked up… ARGH!”
 
Abby tutted, and snapped a page of the magazine to the side with pretend exasperation. “Then I guess you’ll just have to play by my rules until you figure something out.”
 
“MOM!” he whined, and edged again!
 
“That’s six now,” she said.
 
“N-no! Five! F-fuh-figh—ah!—AH!”
 
“I can count, Jo. That’s seven, now.”
 
“MOM!”
 
“I’m adding another minute for every word out of your mouth, starting now.”
 
Jo grit his teeth and growled in frustration, and fought with every ounce of willpower to resist his own hand, not daring to defy his mother any further! If only she would let him slow down!
 
She tacked on an extra ten seconds at the end anyway, knowing he would be too wrapped up to notice. Through a Herculean effort, he actually managed to resist simply multi-edging non-stop, but of course, he could not stop himself fully. In the end, he edged another six times, bringing the total to thirteen blocked orgasms, before she finally let him pop.
 
“Cum,” she said curtly, right as he hit the edge again.
 
With a high-pitched shout, Jo whipped a napkin in front of his dick to catch his seed, and he absolutely drenched it with two months of backed up semen! He bucked and whimpered and stroked frantically, milking as much cum out as he could, knowing this would be his only chance for a long while!
 
She gave him a generous full minute to milk himself, then said, “Let go.”
 
Immediately, his hands flew off his cock, as if an invisible force field had suddenly popped up around his penis, completely denying him access to his still semi-hard organ. Jo sagged onto the floor, clutching the glob of cum-soaked napkin, leaning up against the coffee table. He was very careful not to drip any of his seed on the floor this time.
 
“Alright. Go get dressed now.”
 
“How many was it?” he asked meekly.
 
“You tell me,” she said. She set the magazine down and sat up on the couch, sliding her legs off the side, and letting the skirt fully cover her thighs.
 
“I don’t… I lost track…” he admitted.
 
She studied his expression, and could tell he wasn’t lying. He’d been concentrating so hard on resisting, he probably had lost count. “Twelve,” she fibbed.
 
He looked heartbroken. “Mom! That’s three months!”
 
“Guess you were real sensitive today. Can’t imagine why.”
 
Jo blushed hotly, and looked the floor. Of course, he instinctively snuck a peak at her still bare feet. She did another quick curl of her toes and his cock twitched, almost threatening to stiffen right back up! Confessing his foot fetish to her during an early stroke session had been the biggest mistake he’d made since asking her to be his masturbatrix in the first place!
 
“You going to get dressed, or are you going to keep giving your mother a show?”
 
Jo shakily grabbed his clothes and ran to his room, nearly slamming the door in his haste.
 
Abby finally released a soft giggle, cupping her mouth to keep Jo from hearing. Was she a bad Mom for teasing her son like this? Definitely. But it was pretty ridiculous for a mother, even a hot one like herself, to be the one to help her own son with the Curse. So she made it difficult in the hopes he’d finally find some way to get another woman in town to do the honors. She’d started helping him out of pity, but at this point, his stubborn refusal was just silly.

Jo didn’t come back out of his room until the next morning. Just to show there were no hard feelings on her side, she made his favorite breakfast. Of course, she served it to him while barefoot, which definitely coaxed some “hard feelings” from him!