"All boys love handjobs don't they?" my sister said. "There's nothing they enjoy more than getting their cocks worked over by their Mom and shooting a big load."
As I sat their looking at her, she spoke about such things as if it was the most natural thing in the world. You see, she had been having trouble with her son. His grades had gone downhill, his attitude was terrible and she was worried for his future. It was a very similar situation that I was now having with my son.
"So I asked him, punsihment or reward? I'll punish him when he fails, or I'll reward him when he exceeds." She said.
"So you give him a handjob when he does well on his homework?" I asked.
"Yes. Sometimes I'll jerk him off when he does some chores too. Like if he cuts the grass and tidies the garden, I'll make him drop his pants right there on the back step. That's the most exciting I think, he's always looking to make sure the neighbours aren't looking over the fence."
Me and my sister Joanne were always highly sexually charged as kids. We used to masturbate together frequently and always taught each other new techniques. We must have wanked off most of the guys in our neighbourhood as teens.
"Where's your husband while all this is going on?" I asked.
"John's always at work, and when he's not he pays nothing any attention." she said. "Me and Paul could be having sex upstairs and he wouldn't even notice if the football's on the tv."
"Joanne! You wouldn't have sex with your own son would you?" I asked in complete shock.
"No ofcourse not! I would never. But a handjob's just a bit of fun isn't it!? We always had to touch it and wash it when they were babies, this is no different really. It's just a way to get them motivated." Again she said this as if it was completely normal. "So are you gonna try it with Jamie?" she enqiured.
"I don't know,"I said "I'd feel a bit strange."
"Come on, it's just a penis. You've done it a million times before. I bet his grades will pick right up. It will work wonders!"
"I don't know if he's even old enough to orgasm. He's only thirteen. I've seen him pitching a tent quite a lot, but I've not found any evidence of him masturbating yet."
"Even better then, he'll love it all the more!" and with that she got up to leave. "Just give it a try, my Paul's getting straight A's now." She winked at me and left.
This was crazy, but on the other hand it made perfect sense. That night after school I made my mind up to approach my son Jamie with his two options.
I walked up the stairs and swiftly knocked on his door. "Yeah?" he shouted over his music.
"Turn that music down Jamie," I said while surveying his pig sty of a room. "and what's with all this mess?"
"C'mon Mom, it aint bad. It's comfortable. You aint gotta stay in here!" he snapped back.
"Excuse me?" I asked sarcastically. "This is my house, that I pay the bills for. Things are gonna change around here, starting with your attitude."
"Huh?" he just sat there dumbfounded. I wasn't sure if it was my change in tone that had got his attention, or the fact that I was wearing a low cut top that showed a lot of breast that he'd just noticed.
"That's right, your attitude is gonna change. This room is gonna get straightened up, and I mean spotless. You're gonna do more chores around here. And your grades? They are terrible. I want to see a massive improvement in your grades!" I said as stern as I could.
"And what if I don't?" he asked all cocky.
"You'll get punished! And I'm not talking grounded so that you can sit up here playing video games all the time, really punished!" I said.
"Like what?" he said, this time with a little less attitude. He was starting to realise the severity of what I was talking about.
"You don't want to worry about that right now, because you've got two options." I said while I leaned over him slightly as he lay on his bed. "Punishment, or reward?"
"Huh?"
At this point I changed my tone. "well, you can be punished for your bad behaviour? Or," at this point I ran my hand seductively up the inside of his thigh. "you can be rewarded for your good behaviour."
I continued delicately stroking his thigh. I could see his penis growing rapidly under his trousers. He had a look of confusion and excitement on his face all at the same time. I bet no one had ever touched him there before.
"What are you doing Mom?" he nervously asked.
"Well, I thought you might react a bit more proactively if you were stimulated, so to speak." I said with a raised eyebrow and cheeky smile. "You're a growing boy," I said while looking at his straining cock "with growing boy's needs."
He shifted with discomfort and tried to hide his obvious erection.
"No, don't hide it. In fact, take off your pants right now. Come on!" I said a lot more sternly.
Needless to say he was hesitant. "But Mom..."
"Come on, chop chop! Stop wasting my time, I think you'll much prefer your rewards than your punishment for sure!" I said. He slowly raised up and pulled down his trousers to reveal his underwear, his erection was nearly ripping through.
"And those underpants young man. You shouldn't keep your little penis confined when you're getting aroused. It might damage it." I said. He cringed when I used the word 'little' to describe it, but he pulled his briefs down as well.
"Now lie back and relax." I said in a sexy, seductive tone. I spread his legs apart and crawled in between them. "When you get a good grade, or do well on your homework, you'll be rewarded." I teasingly ran my finger nails up and down the inside of both of his thighs. He squirmed in delight as my hands got closer to his throbbing cock.
I reached my hand under his testicles and tickled lightly at the skin behind. With my other hand I grasped his cock firmly at the top. He nearly jumped out of his skin as I gave him one swift stroke to the base and back up again.
"Oohhh... Mom... Wow." he said under heavy breaths.
"Oh, what? Does that feel nice?" as I gave one more quick stroke. "Does it?"
"OH YES!" he cried. "Please don't stop."
"Hmm," I said knowingly "I bet it feels great doesn't it. Do you ever do this to yourself?" I gave him a few more slow strokes, and then just held the head tightly.
"No... Never." he said, almost struggling to talk.
"No? Never? Don't lie to me young man!" I stroked his cock as quick as I could. My hand was a complete blur trying to coax a confession out of him.
"Ah, ah... AH! No... honestly..." he was going nuts lying back on his bed.
Maybe he was telling the truth I thought. Either way, I knew he wouldn't last long. I kept up my quickened pace, his need to squirt becoming ever more apparent. He was lurching up into my shuttling palm.
"Are you close baby? Yeah? Oh that's so cute, cumming so quickly!" I teased, and tightened my grip slightly. It had been a while since I'd given a handjob, but I obviously hadn't lost my touch.
"Yeah, oh, oh..." the cum started dribbling out. "OH! UHGN!" and then one big shot. "Hnnnn..."
His body relaxed and he fell back on the bed, exhausted. He was almost half asleep and dreamy looking. Maybe he was telling the truth, maybe this was his first orgasm.
"You see, I think you'll enjoy rewards a lot more than punishments. Don't you think?" I said more motherly this time.
"Oh yes Mom, I'll try to do better I promise." he said.
"Good, I hope so because I enjoyed that too." I said. "Now get some rest, but I wanna see this room straightened up for tomorrow night."
With that I left him alone as he was falling asleep on the bed. He looked so peaceful lying there, satisfied and calm.
