Keeping Him Under Control
Copyright© 2026 by DDMarshall
Chapter 2
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 2 - Once upon a time, there was a virgin and her very horny boyfriend. Somebody needed to get that boy under control. Isn’t that what God put mothers on this earth for?
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa mt/Fa Fa/Fa Consensual Fiction Incest Mother Son Oral Sex
I was thoroughly enjoying Tony being on top of me as we fucked. We were lying on the blanket we kept in a plastic bag and kept hidden behind the oak tree. “Mom, I think Dorothy will be ready to do it with me pretty soon. She is sixteen now and takes her panties off when we fool around. She lets me put a finger in her pussy.”
I slapped Tony on the arm to get him to pay attention to what he was doing, “Can you keep your mind off of Dorothy for a couple more minutes, for Christ’s sake? I’m about to cum. We can discuss your love life later.”
“Oh, right, sorry, Mom.”
My head snapped back, and my legs trembled as my orgasm tried to squeeze the last of the cum from Tony’s cock. I finally relaxed and caught my breath.
“Do you want to clean it up?” Tony politely asked.
“Of course I do.” Tony rolled off me onto his back. I got on my knees and licked Tony’s cock, but he kept talking.
Tony raised himself onto his elbows, “I will need to get some condoms. Can I have $10.00?”
I stopped sucking Tony’s cock and looked at him, “Hey, can you pay attention, or am I doing something wrong down here?”
“No, Mom. You’re doing great. I’m just excited about Dorothy. See, I have another hard-on.”
“I think this is getting serious.” I threw my leg over Tony and mounted him. It was my turn to be on top. I needed to get this kid under control. “Yes, you can have the $10.00 for condoms. Just make sure you use them if Dorothy decides you’re not too big.”
Tony chuckled as I eased myself down on the cock that had grown another half an inch.
“Show me your tits, Mom.”
I unbuttoned my blouse and pulled my bra up enough that he could see and play with my nipples.
I wasn’t too upset with Tony’s constant fixation with Dorothy. Hell, how could I be? Keeping him under control meant I was getting fucked three or four times a week because of her reluctance to take it as far as my son wanted to go. At least, that’s the excuse I used. What was starting to worry me was that if Dorothy let Tony fuck her, there wouldn’t be a need for me to keep him under control. Would he even want me once Dorothy gave it up for him?
But alas, Tony’s hopes of getting into Dorothy’s pants were going to be dashed. I was cleaning up the kitchen after lunch when my phone rang. It was Betty Whitaker, Dorothy’s mother, inviting me over for coffee. She mentioned that there were a few things we needed to discuss. She sounded friendly enough, but I did worry that Tony had somehow upset her. I prayed it didn’t have anything to do with his relationship with Dorothy.
It was a fifteen-minute walk to the Whitaker’s. I rang the doorbell. A few seconds later, Betty opened the door and greeted me. She ushered me in, and I was surprised to see her husband, Hank, was home. His being here gave me a bad feeling, although they both acted friendly.
Hank asked if I wanted coffee or tea, and I said, “Yes, that would be nice, coffee, please.” Betty invited me to sit in the living room chair facing the couch. She sat on the couch and told me Hank had dropped Tony and Dorothy off at the Mall to see a movie. When Hank brought in the coffee and settled himself on the couch next to Betty, she opened the conversation with what I dreaded I might hear.
“I hope this does not come as a shock to you, but we have known that Dorothy and Tony have been experimenting with sex, but let me assure you, they have not gone all the way.”
“How long have you known?” I asked, wondering how much trouble Tony was in.
Then Betty’s tone changed from stating a fact to an upbeat one, and she began smiling. “Shortly after, she turned fifteen. You certainly have to admire Tony’s restraint. Dorothy told us they started touching each other when they were fourteen. It has progressed to masturbation and oral sex. Hank and I are realists, and we know they will find a way to see each other, no matter what we say or do to try to keep them apart. Honestly, we have no intention of doing that to them.”
I was relieved that they wouldn’t ban Tony from seeing Dorothy. “Yes, that would be difficult. My son is in love with your daughter. And has been for some time.”
“Yes, separating them would be difficult. Dorothy would be devastated and never forgive us. They have been playmates, friends and now lovers. But we must keep this situation under control.”
Betty put her hand on her husband’s leg and smiled, “Hank and I understand young love. I snuck out many times to meet up with this man and prayed that I wouldn’t get pregnant. But prayer didn’t curb my enthusiasm or prevent a broken condom. I was only fifteen, and Hank was sixteen when I found out I was pregnant. My parents shunned me. My classmates laughed at me and called me a slut. Even the teachers gave me the cold shoulder. If it weren’t for Hank and his parents, I would never have carried our sweet Dorothy to full term.”
Hank put his arm around his wife and hugged her.
It didn’t sound like they were upset with Tony, but I was still wary when I asked, “So what do you and Hank think we should do?”
“We thought if they were given a safe place to continue their relationship as it is today, with proper chaperoning, we could keep it under control.”
I had a couple of questions about that, “Where do you envision this safe place to be, Betty? And what do you mean by chaperoned? Are we going to spy on them or openly watch them?”
It seemed Betty and Hank had thought this through. “We were hoping you would agree that they confine their lovemaking to Dorothy’s bedroom. Of course, the door would be open to make sure they don’t go too far.”
“So you’re thinking about watching them?”
“We may walk by every once in a while to keep them honest. Just to make sure that good-looking boy of yours is not on top of my Dorothy taking her virginity.”
That Hank and Betty planned on watching certainly surprised me, but what Hank said next floored me.
Hank leaned forward and cleared his throat, “The other thing is my wife has had her tubes tied and with your permission, of course. Betty will make herself available for Tony’s pleasure if he feels he can’t control himself with Dorothy.”
It took me a minute to process what I had just heard. Even then, I thought I had better clarify if I understood her correctly, “Betty, is Hank saying that if Dorothy jerks and sucks off Tony, that’s fine with you two, but if that is still not enough, you will fuck, Tony.”
“That’s putting it a bit crudely, but yes, that is exactly what my husband is saying. I can’t think of any other way to control the situation. Can you?”
I certainly was not going to tell them I have been taking care of that little problem since he was fourteen, “I, I don’t know what to say. What about you, Hank? My sixteen-year-old son having sex with your wife. Isn’t that a little far-fetched? Aren’t you going to be upset if your wife, you know— does it with Tony?”
Hank took Betty’s hand as he added another tidbit of how Dorothy was doing her part to keep Tony under control, “Well, we don’t think it will come to that. We have talked to Dorothy, and she has assured us that she makes sure that Tony gets off when she sucks his cock and masturbates him.” Hank put his arm around his wife and kissed her cheek, “Although I think my Betty wouldn’t mind having a go with your boy.”
Betty fluffed off Hank’s remark as if it were nothing, “Oh, Hank, you’re such a tease. It’s just a precaution, Carol. Nothing more.”
Still reeling from this revelation, I asked, “Does Dorothy know how far you’re willing to go with Tony?”
“Why, of course, she does. I couldn’t fuck her boyfriend behind her back. What kind of a mother would I be if I did something like that?”
“Does Tony know about this agreement between you and Dorothy?”
“Oh no. I don’t think that would be a good idea. You know, boys. If they know someone is willing to have sex with them, they will pursue it until they do. My Hank got caught in that trap a few times. Didn’t you, dear?”
“Yes, dear. I did.”
Betty leaned forward and lowered her voice, “I guess I can tell you. I really don’t mind that Hank has an affair or two. I’ve been known to step out on occasion.”
I have known Betty and Hank for years, and this conversation is one I never thought I would ever have with this couple. “You have cheated on each other?”
Betty squeezed Hank’s hand and kissed his cheek, “Well, we don’t call it cheating. We don’t hide it when we have a little fun on the side. We do try to keep it under control. I know how it may sound to someone like yourself who has a perfect marriage, but it’s what keeps our marriage fresh.
I quickly squashed that assumption, “No, no, I don’t think that. Your marriage sounds just fine to me.” I automatically reassessed Hank’s place in our relationship. My eyes momentarily glanced at Hank’s crotch.
I tried to imagine Betty’s handsome husband without his pants on. Betty continued with her reasoning of why she needed to help control Tony’s urges, “Anyway, now you know why I’m willing to be there to help my daughter keep Tony under control, at least until Dorothy is eighteen and out of high school. You’re Tony’s mother, so it’s not like we could expect you to do it, even if you wanted to.”
I crossed my fingers, “Right, that would be unthinkable.”
Hank showed his support for his wife’s intention to offer herself as a surrogate lover for Tony, “Look, Carol. I know my wife likes to get a little wild and step out every so often. If it’s with Tony and with Dorothy’s approval, of course, I don’t have a problem with that. We will do everything possible to prevent Dorothy from experiencing what Betty went through in high school. Kids and adults can be very vicious when judging others who don’t meet their self-imposed standards.”
I tried to make light of everything I was hearing, “It’s good to know you’re not going to kill my son if he fucks your wife.”
Hank chuckled.
Betty tried to make what she was planning seem less important than it was, “It’s only sex, Carol. As my Hank said, we will do anything to keep our daughter happy and safe. It’s not like I’m going to fall in love with Tony or any other man besides my Hank.”
“You’re right, Betty. It’s only sex.” I thought of lying on the blanket under the oak tree and Tony fucking me to an orgasm. It was more than just sex. It was great sex, and I didn’t want to give it up. I had a feeling Betty was more motivated to have sex with Tony than she was letting on. I’m sure Hank knew it too.”
Hank is a good-looking man who could not be more than six years younger than my thirty-nine. His wife, at thirty-two, is very attractive and is willing and most likely was going to fuck my son. I didn’t see why I couldn’t offer Hank a fair trade. I toyed with a button on my blouse. “So Hank, do you like older women?”
Hank was not shy about looking at my tits as he assured me of his interest, “I’ve been known to be attracted to more mature and experienced women.”
Betty put her hand over her mouth and giggled, “Oh my, you fancy my Hank.”
Using Betty’s reasoning, I justified my coming on to Hank, “It’s only sex, Betty.”