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Son for Hire: Chapter 43
🕑 Added 2022-02-03 19:30:20 +0000 UTCAuthor Interlude: I hope y'all are not finding these "slice of life" style chapters boring. I noticed a sharp dip last chapter but I am assuming that was just the pineapple on pizza factor. 😂 Anyway, hope you all are still having fun. ❤
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“Come on then.” She says as she stands and takes my hand. Leading me across the room she takes me to the pile of presents. Sitting down on the nearby armchair she motions me downward. Lowering myself to my hands and knees I look over the blue and silver and white of the wrapping and bows. I almost didn’t want to touch them they looked so nice. There were eleven gifts in all, as much as an entire Christmas morning from my childhood but all of it just for me. “Go ahead.” She urges me.
I reach out for one of the smaller ones and study it a moment. I look to Evelyn who watches me with adoring interest then back to the gift. I sidle closer to her and sit down on my butt beside her feet then begin to tear at the shiny blue paper. Evelyn giggles, unable to contain her excitement. Inside I find…a multitool? Removing it from the box I inspect the steel tool. I could tell its quality just by its weight and feel, this wasn’t some cheap knockoff version. One by one I go through the different options. Pliers, knife, wire cutter, scissors, screwdrivers, and more. It seemed to have it all. I look up to the gift giver a little confused by it, this wasn’t the type of thing I’d been expecting.
She is beaming. “With that you’ll be ready for any little problem life throws at you.”
“Yeah.” I say. “This is…great!”
“Keep going.”
I nod and set the tool down beside me. Looking over the pile I choose another of the smaller boxes and rip into it. Once more Evelyn laughs, enjoying watching me tear through the wrapping she had so meticulously folded and taped. The next gift was one I’d been expecting.
“My cage.”
“Mmm hmm.” She pets my hair. “We have to make sure it fits and that you’re comfortable in it before we really start using it.”
I take it out of the box and look over the clear plastic chastity device. It looked…constricting, though I suppose that was the point. “Balls go through here?”
“Yes.” She says. “Then you place the the other part over the penis.” Reaching over me she taps the tiny padlock that held it all together. “Then you secure it all together with this.”
I shift in even closer, my side now tight against her lower leg. “And you want me to wear it all the time?”
“No. Oh no baby.” She kisses my head. “If we can get you here, this is for when you leave the house. There are two keys. One for you, that you will keep here, and one for me that I will carry with me always.” She takes the pair of keys referred to and removes one for herself. “This way I’ll always know your little guy is safe and sound.”
I smile. I liked the idea of her holding the key to my lock, as if she owned my cock just like she owned my heart. And I really liked the possessiveness and dominance of her ensuring that my penis was only for her and her alone. I knew that it bothered her deeply to hear about those girls at that party I performed at, none of those girls out there could get me with this baby on.
“Try sleeping with it tonight.” She says with a pat to my shoulder. “Let me know how it goes.”
“Yes Ma’am.” I set my cage beside my tool.
The next gift I reach for is a large flat square one, a book by the looks of it, but this time she stops me. “Save that one for last.”
I nod obediently, my curiosity piqued, and move on to another that looked an awfully lot like a shoe box. And it is. As I pull the wrapping away and open the box I instantly recognize both the brand and make of the spanky new red, white, and blue sneakers within. I didn’t know the cost of the other stuff but these I knew ran two hundred bucks or more!
“Wha?”
“It looked like you needed some new shoes.” Evelyn says happily. “The man at the shop said this style was very popular with boys your age.”
“This is too much!” I say as I pull one of them from the box to feel the leather in my hands. “They’re even my size!”
She chuckles. “Of course they are.”
“Oh…Mom!”
“You like them?”
“YES!”
She gently rubs my neck as I ogle over the high tops. For my whole broke ass life I’d only admired shoes like this, occasionally trying them on in the shoe store before putting them back on the shelf to get the off brand ones I could afford. I didn’t know what to do or say. A simple thank you couldn’t convey what these meant to me.
“They’re beautiful.” I whisper, tears in my eyes.
“Aww, I am glad you like them.” She leans in for a hug and I hug her back. “You have more to go baby.”
I nod and set the shoes with the rest. I didn’t know how much more of this I could handle. Such generosity and kindness humbled me. The next gift I am grateful to see were as much for her as they were for me. It was a box of four skimpy tight-fitting, nut-snugging, butt-hugging men’s briefs of various colors. I giggle and look up at her. “Sexy.”
“Yes my boy.” Her eyes twinkle. “Very cute, very sexy. I can’t wait to see that hot little tushie of yours in them. Wear them next time you come.”
“Yes Ma’am! He he he.”
The next two gifts are of a type, both related to grooming. The first is a fancy razor kit for both shaving my face as well as sculpting body hair, half of it I didn’t even know how to use. The other is a gift pack of various lotions, creams, soaps, and a cologne.
“Mmmm.” I hum as I inhale the rich aroma of the cologne.
“I like that one.” She says. “I think it suits you.”
The pile at my side was stacking up and I was only just over halfway done. When Mom spoils her boy she doesn’t mess around. For the next present I go for the biggest one. I tear it open to find a plain white box within. Opening this I reveal a big pink heart in a field of blue knitted wool.
“The heart looks bigger than I thought it would.” She says. “You’ll look like one of those bears with the tummy symbols. Sorry about that.”
I run my hand across the soft fuzzy wool. “You made this?” I say in a hushed voice.
“Yes.” She pets me.
Handling it like the treasure it was I pull it from the box to discover that it was a sweater. It was easily good enough to be sold in a store but little imperfections here and there, the shape of the heart for example was slightly blobby, showed it for the labor of love that is was. It was navy blue with the oversized heart smack in the center of the front. It was tacky. It was ugly. It was terribly unfashionable. It was wonderful!
“It must have taken forever.” I gasp.
“It took awhile.” She admits. “Whenever I thought about you I would start to knit. Well…I thought about you a lot.”
“You made this…” That was it. I couldn’t hold it in any longer. I start to cry. “Oh Mum!”
“Ohhh sweetie.” She pulls my head to her lap and caresses my face. “What’s the matter?”
“It’s so…beautiful!” I turn my face into her thigh, tears and snot wetting her nice dress. “Nobody’s ever… made something…for me.” I hug the wool garment to my chest. “I love it so much.”
“Shhhh.” She soothes. “It’s okay. It was my pleasure. I was happy to do it.”
Mom sees me through my little crying spell, as she always did, and soon I am hugging to her legs feeling…knowing…that I was the luckiest guy in all the world. From homey and wholesome to raunchy and lewd, a perfect reflection of our relationship really, the next gift is of a very different sort.
“There’s a bottle of lube in the box.” She tells me as she watches me holding the box with the six inch dildo inside of it. The phallus was a realistic looking one of a fair skin tone, complete with balls and veins, and had a suction cup at the base. “It is body safe and easy to clean. This will be your first training toy.”
“For my bum?”
She laughs. “Of course silly. Though you can suck it too if you want. It’s your toy, play with it however you like.”
“I will!” I say excitedly.
“Be gentle with yourself.” She smooches me. “I don’t want you hurting yourself with this.”
“I won’t.” I groan and grin at her protectiveness. “I can’t wait to try it.”
“Mmm, that will be a sight.” She reaches and picks up a small square gift and hands it to me. “This one might be fun as well.”
I open the next one and for a moment I am confused as I look at the picture of a black thing sort of shaped like a half flattened out egg held in the palm of a woman’s hand. I have to read the label before I even had a clue. “Clitoral stimulator?”
“It’s a vibrator.” She says. “Not just for clits. I thought we could have some fun with it, one way or another.”
“Anything would be fun with you.” I say. Anybody else would have groaned at my cringy sappy sweet sentiment, but mother’s had a far higher tolerance for cringe than most people.
“Sweet man.” She says. “Just two more to go.”
Already drowning in my Sugar Mama’s largesse there was nothing to do but carry on to the end. My hands pass over the one that was meant for last to a square box only a couple of inches to a side. I shred the paper and throw it onto the mountain of crumpled and ripped wrapping growing in front of me. Inside is a plain black jewelry box. I take a moment just to feel the nice texture of the classy box itself. Opening it up I find a pendant in the design of a compass, like the symbol you’d see in the corner of some old map, with a slender silver chain. I touch the pendant to feel the raised compass rose as well as the letters N, E, S, and W.
“Turn it over.” Evelyn whispers.
I turn the pendant to see engraved on the smooth back a single letter engraved in a fancy curling font. “M?” I look up at her. “For Mom?”
She gazes into my eyes and gives me a single nod. “When things out there get rough or confusing, when you are feeling lost and alone, this is to help you find your way again.”
“Awww geeeez!” My heart felt it might actually burst! Once more we hug.
Evelyn takes the chain from the box and places it around my neck, connecting it at the back. I place my hand over the compass at my chest. “I don’t have the words.”
“You don’t need them.” She says.
At long last I reach for the final gift, only to have Mom place her hand down on it to stop me. She holds it there in silence for a moment, hesitant to let me see what was inside.
“Mom?”
“Donald.” She says softly. “You must never let Alan see this. Or anybody else. This is only for you.”
“Okay.”
“Promise?”
“I promise.” I say with all of my heart. “Only for me.”
She holds there a moment longer before pulling her hand away. This present I treat with a bit more respect. Whatever it was I meant a lot to Evelyn. I am I remove the ribbon and tear the paper away in a single long strip. Out of it I pull a book. An old red book, leather bound with no title or design on the cover or spine. Opening it up I turn past the first blank page to see a full page black and white photo of a woman from the neck down sitting in a seductive pose with lacy black lingerie. Was this…Evelyn? There were similarities yet differences as well. The way the model sat meant her left leg covered the key feature that would confirm it. I turn the page to see a similar photo but just a bit more revealing. The body types were similar yet the woman in these photos was thinner and perkier, her large breasts higher and firmer, her flesh of her shapely slender legs tight and flawless. While the pose had changed I still couldn’t see the tell-tale bulge. The next page however removes all doubt. It showed the model, Evelyn, facing the camera seated with her legs spread and her upper body arched back in a sensual sexy pose. Inside of the panties I saw the gorgeous lady cock I had been sucking not so long ago.
“Wooooah!”
“Yes. That’s me.” Evelyn says in a very quiet voice.
“Oh wow!” I look up at her. “How old were you here?” The moment I ask it I regret it. She tries to hide it but I catch a tiny twitch of her left eye, her smile has a touch of melancholy to it.
“I was nineteen years old.” She says as she looks down at her younger self. “I was young and I was beautiful. I was alive!” She lets out a long soft sigh. “If only…you could have met me then.”
“Mom…”
“Shhh.” She pets my head. “I had somebody I trusted make this for me.” Reaching over my shoulder she turns the page. This photo shows her with her back to the camera, her masked face looks back saucily over her shoulder as the tantalizing curve of each perfect round butt cheek peeked out below a very short nearly see through teddy. “It was for my future husband, though I hadn’t even met Alan yet.”
“You…gave this to Alan?”
“Yes.” She confesses. “Yes I did. But…it’s been buried in the attic for a decade or more.” She turns the page to a picture of her on all fours crawling like a tiger, the claws of one hand reaching toward the viewer. Despite the mask I could see it was her, though without the dimples at the sides of her mouth nor the very slight crows feet near her bright glimmering eyes. Beneath her her breasts sagged less than they did now and down past the cleavage the unmistakable lump between her legs was proudly on display. She looked so vibrant and full of life and drop dead gorgeous. God damn! The younger her was a stone cold hottie by anyone’s measure. Taking the book’s cover she closes it though there were many more pages to come. “You can look through it on your own.”
“This is incredible. Wow.”
“I wanted you to see this, to have this.” She runs a hand over the blank cover then pulls it away. “I wasn’t always old baby.”
“Evelyn…”
Again she interrupts me. “Well, did you like your presents?”
“Like them!?” I look around at my haul. “I…I…I don’t even…Oh Mom, I love them!” I say. “I wish…I wish I had something to give you.”
She chuckles warmly. “Seeing my prince happy is all I need.”
“Awww Mom!” At a loss as to how to else to express it I simply say. “Thank you!”
“Give Mommy a hug.” I spring up on my knees and turn to give her a big honest hug, she leans in and holds my head to her breast then gives me a series of hard kisses to my head. “That’s my good boy.”
