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I was tied in the base of my mother’s house. She had a special room downstairs with a bathroom attached to it. It used to be my father’s getaway from the family. My mother spent the money to renovate it so that she could get some time by herself as well. They were wrong for each other from the time they got married. My mother is a sensual person and my father was the opposite. He loved to hide himself in books and medical research. My mother was his nurse before they got married. After I came along, everything went downhill. My mother was over-protective of me and I found myself being smothered by her affections. She made very uncomfortable when I was a teenager and I always avoided changing in front of her. After my father’s death, I moved out the first chance I got and also dated secretly with her knowledge. However today I perked up my courage to tell her that I was going to get married to a wonderful girl I met. She took the news calmly but I could see that she was perturbed by it. The last thing I remembered was feeling giddy and then everything went blank. This brings me back to where I started. My hands were tied and I was stark naked. At first, I thought a pervert had broken into her house and subdued her and me. He was most likely doing some heinous things to my mother and would finish me off after her. I was beginning to feel frightened at the same time compassion for my mother. I was feeling ashamed that I distanced myself from her all these years. Then I heard the door open. I was terrified until I saw my mother walk in. She looked at me from head to toe and then her eyes paused a bit on my genitals until I turned around trying to cover myself. I was ashamed to be naked to the woman who had given birth to me. “Nothing I haven’t seen yet.” She said. “Why am I naked? Where is my clothes?” I demanded. “I don’t like the tone of your voice. Have you forgotten that I am your mother? I don’t think you need your clothes when you are addressing your own mother. I like having you the way you were the day I gave birth to you. You were so venerable and receptive to my affections. Over the years, you have grown cold. My love wasn’t enough for you, you have to go after whores for the love I offer to you so freely!” “But I am a grown man. I think to have a life of my own. I am your son not your husband, damn it!” “I think you better show some respect young man. I am still your mother” “Please mother give my clothes back. You are humiliating me. I promise to talk about whatever you want to talk about after you give me my clothes.” “You don’t understand, do you? I am making the rules here. Besides why is it humiliating to be naked in front of your own mother? Unless you are hiding something from me. Perhaps I should take a closer look at your cock.” With that, she pried my legs open and took a long look at my cock and balls. “Mom. Stop it!” “Not bad. A lot of improvement since I last saw it.” She took hold of my cock and started stimulating it. I was dying of embarrassment but at the same time my heart was beating faster and my cock was getting harder. “I can see that you don’t mind your mother playing with your cock. Does that whore do this to you? Stay with me and I will do this everyday for you.” “Mom! You are sick. Stop it right now.” “I am sick. You are the one enjoying it.” “I can’t help it. It just a natural response. Stop it! I hate you.” She stopped when I said that. My cock was returning to its normal size and I was feeling bad for what I said. “It’s that whore, isn’t it? She has drawn us apart. You don’t need her.” She held my cock again and pulled it real hard this time. “It’s this thing that thinks it does.” “Mom, let go of my cock and untie me now!” “No! I will tell what I will do. I am going to take what is rightfully mine and then you can decide where you want to go.” “What do you mean?” “Well, you came out of my body and everything on you is rightfully mine. I am going to take your cock since that is really what the whore wants any ways.” She walked out of the room leaving me puzzled with her last statements. Then she came back into the room with a large knife. I was terrified. I could not believe that my mother was going to castrate me. I begged for mercy and warned her against something rash like that. She was not moved. I broke into tears and peed at the same. I was breathing heavily as she prepared herself for the castration. She took out a beach towel and placed it in between my legs. I tried to struggle but she had me pinned down with her body weight. I was screaming at the top of my voice hoping someone would hear me but I knew that the basement was sound proofed. She held my cock in her hand and gently stroked it. She continued with her caress and I calmed down with each stroke. “There you go. Isn’t this nice? Momma isn’t going to hurt you. She never hurts her baby.” She continued fondling my penis and it grew into an erection. Her strokes became more vigorous by the second and I was in complete estasy. For a moment, I blocked out the fact that this woman was my mother and enjoyed her ministrations instead. She squeezed my cock tightly in hands as I came. She milked every drop of my semen and she laughed as I came. I was relieved at the same time ashamed of myself. “You had your fun, mother. Please let me go. I am feeling ashamed.” I told her quietly. “Oh no. Not so fast, young man. I am going to get what I came for.” She placed the cold knife against my cock shaft and run it through. I felt lightheaded as I felt the warmth of the blood running down my legs. She took the towel and wrapped it the stump that used to be my cock. The burning pain registered much later when she waved my severed cocks in front me. I don’t remember much after that. I must have fainted. My mother took care of me after that. I was exhausted for days. I peed with the help of catheter. She nursed me back to health. I don’t feel any resentment towards her. I have given up. I have surrendered to my fate of being her property for the rest of my life.