You aren't getting out of this one
Tensions rose high as Pinkie kept pacing back and forth. “Twelve. Chickens.” She continued to walk back and forth. All the while intimidating her son as he sat on his bed. “You let twelve chickens out into the school. While the freshmen were taking a test.” She put her hands on her hips. Standing tall over her son. “Do you have anything to say for yourself?”
Party looked up at her from his position. “Well uh...i’m sure you did something like this at my age?” Even he was unsure of how much water that would hold in this context. And this was a line he lived on.
In response Pinkie’s eyebrow rose. “Now I pulled a lot of pranks in my day. I got pies thrown at professors. Book covers got put on erotic fiction instead of the proper textbooks. I even dabbled in getting girls to kiss other girls. But I never disrupted a class environment, or setting. Even if I did laugh when I first heard about it.”
As his mom crossed her arms, Party smirked as his brain thought of how to get out of this punishment. “Mom. I think that you just-” His speech was cut off by his mom’s finger poking his nose.
“Nuh uh! Don’t you try and trick my rock farmer brain with your fancy debate team learnins! You are going to receive a punishment, and you are going to learn your lesson.” Pinkie patted his shoulders. “Otherwise I'm gonna make you drop out of college, and join the family business!”
“What?” Party stood up. “But I don’t wanna bake! I want to be a businesses planner!”
“I don’t know what that is.” Pinkie replied calmly as she put her hands on his shoulders. “But you’re gonna have to start behaving like an adult. In twenty minutes I want you to come into my room to get your punishment. One that I will make you go through no matter how cruelly boring it is!”
Party’s eyes followed her as she walked out of the room. “Gah,” He fell back onto his bed. “Stupid mom.”
Pinkie was pacing around her room. She had around 7 minutes to think of a punishment that would be appropriate for her son. And one that would get her point across that she wasn’t going to stand for him trying to get out of punishment. “Hmm… if only I hadn’t gotten into the habit of letting Whipped Cream do all the punishment making for me.”
As she let her brain go as fast as it could. Her eye caught the door to their bathroom. “Hmm...” Walking inside she opened up the medicine cabinet. Her eye drawn to the red potion she kept on the top shelf. “But...should I?” Pinkie let out with a hint of excitement in her voice. Her hand wrapped around the bottom part of the glass that extended out into a sphere shape.
“Well,” She popped off the cork of the bottle off with her thumb. “I guess it is was made as a prank potion. No reason not to fight prank with prank.”
As the clock counted down to the 20 minute mark. Party’s mind was racing with points of rhetoric that he could use to get out of this punishment. “Well, it’s not much. But it will have to do.” Right before the clock hit twenty minutes after five. His mother called out from her room.
“Party! It’s time for you to endure your punishment! Get over here please~”
“Did she just...” Party said silently as he got up to walk. “That last one seemed kinda sing songy. Which is normal for her.” He walked out of his room and down the hallway to her room.
Opening her bedroom door a few things jumped out right away. His mom was sitting directly towards the door on her bed. Ok that’s to be expected. But looking down would reveal that she wasn’t wearing pants. Well uh… And upon further looking down. Laying between her legs was a throbbing penis. Complete with a nicely sized pair of balls. “W-w-whoa.” He stared blankly at her new attachment.
“What’s the matter, Honey?” Pinkie stood up. She had swapped out her tennis shoes for cowboy boots. “Don’t you notice what I did with my hair?” Her hands grabbed both of his shoulders.
“I...I...you have a-” Pinkie’s hand covered his mouth.
“Now now. We’re here to get you a punishment. And mommy has thought of just the one.” Pinkie took a step back to make it obvious to him that her shirt was still on. “You. Are going to suck my dick.” She managed to get through that sentence with only half a giggle.
Party was stunned silent. She couldn’t be serious right? This was all one long overly complicated joke to make him scared straight. Right? He watched with his own two eyes as his mom sat on the couch positioned towards the bed in there room. “Honey. Come over here.” She used both of her hands to straighten her shirt. It was getting all wrinkly. And she wanted him to look up at a straightened pink t-shirt as he was blowing her.
Nervously he walked over to her. Looking down at his mom. Who had her legs spread apart to make her erect cock even more pertinent. “So...I'm not really feeling the whole. Well sucking your dick thing.” His hands were clasped together in an attempt to look like he wasn’t nervous. “If that isn’t a problem.”
As Party was falling apart trying not to look like he was literally falling off of his skeleton trying to keep his composure. Pinkie stood with all the confidence she normally stood with. Her hand grabbing onto his shoulder. “Now, Party. I am your mother. And as your mother. I need to give you a lesson that you won’t forget.” She put her second hand on his other shoulder. Pushing him down. “Don’t worry, honey. Mama will teach you how to suck it good~”
After she got him onto his knees. Pinkie sat back on the couch. Her legs spread out for him to have plenty of room to work. Her arms going back to lay on the top of the couch. After observing how timid her son was in front of her cock. She grabbed the base of her cock with her right hand. “Come on. It’s just like medicine. You gotta do it all at once,” She thought about how well he would handle all of her cock at once. “Well you might just have to take the tip.”
Looking down at her dick. Party let a dry gulp down his throat. Opening his mouth to show that he was ready to get this punishment over with. Even he noticed that his head was refusing to go down past a certain point.
Also seeing this. Pinkie used her left hand to push his head down. Now his head was moving at a nice pace towards her cock. The new direction his head was moving. Down. Made the rest of his body scoot out a bit. His hands having to go onto the ground. To keep his body from falling on it’s own. Now that he was assuming the natural blowjob position, his lips made contact with her tip.
It was happening. His lips were kissing the head of her cock. Everything was moving so fast. This was way to weird. Having nothing else to look at. He spent the next few moments examining his mom’s shaft. Her tip was...well average. It was certainly big. But there wasn’t anything odd about it. Despite the fact it was his mom’s.
“See? I knew you two would kiss and make up!” Pinkie took away her hands. Returning them both to laying on the top of the couch. “Now that you’re there. Suck my cock like a big boy!”
Blushing from his mother’s words. Party took to her words. Putting his left hand on her shaft. It felt warm. And weirdly hard but yet still squishy. Though he should be surprised. It was still a cock. It was just on a girl. Man that will never stop being weird.
Seeing plenty of blowjob videos online. Party wrapped his lips around her tip. “Waa~! Oh, Party~ You’re a natural at this.” She rubbed his head with her right hand.
He blushed from this. But he went onto the next step. He began to bob his head on her cock. “Ah! Baby. Keep it up.” Pinkie’s left eye shut from the feeling of his mouth on her dick. Her mouth becoming a big smile. Her hips giving tiny thrusts as he went farther on his cock.
Party’s mouth was taking in more and more of her tip. Before his mouth was totally filled up with her tip. “Mmhph!” He tried to pull back from her tip. Pinkie wasn’t going to have any of that.
“Now now.” Both of her hands found their way onto the top of his head. The two of them pushing his head down onto her cock. Party tried to gasp from shock. But his throat was getting filled with the Pinkie dick. “Mama has to cum before you can quit.”
It took Party a moment before he could react to what just happened. Thankfully he was alright with the air he was breathing through his nose. For now. But his eyes were tearing up from the amount of cock he got shoved into his throat. He at least had another cock head worth of length inside of his mouth. “Alright. Since you don’t know how to handle all of this,” Pinkie said as she stood on both of her legs. Using her hands to hold his head in place. She put her right leg back up on the couch. “Mama’s gonna have to take the reigns. Hope you like mama’s dick.” As she pushed his head away from her shaft. She just as quickly thrusted back into his mouth. Going back and forth in a pattern, turning her son into a temporary face fuck.
“Mmph! Oo ick!” Of course it’s rather hard to understand a person who was being face fucked. But Pinkie’s keen ears were able to pick up his words, “Too big!”.
“Don’t worry baby!” Pinkie pulled out of his face. His tongue flopping out of his mouth. His gasps for air almost as cute as the heavy blush on his cheeks. Or his eyes that were almost rolled back into his head.
Pinkie was using her right hand to jerk off her cock. “I want you to take three things away from this punishment. Number one, never underestimate your mother.” Her cock let out a rope of cum that fell on his cheek. “Number two, always know that there’s an appropriate time and place for a prank.” Another rope shot out of her dick. Splattering onto his forehead. “And lastly. Number 3.” A third rope shot out onto his tongue, and upper lip. “I really hope you know the value of a good dick in your mouth.” Her cock shot rope after rope onto her son’s face. Decorating him like the little slutty son that he was sure to become
