Nurse Emily, Part 1
The sun was shining down as my friends all lined up beside and in front of me on the field. It was late summer and we were out at the park playing five on five flag football. My side was winning, mostly because of my defensive ability. David, the other team's quarterback, was coming up to the line, standing back a couple yards. Austin, the center, held the ball on the ground, ready to hike it.
"Oh, you are going down," I taunted David. "I'm going to sack you again."
"Good luck with that," Austin said. "You're going to have to go through me, first.
I just nodded at him, smiling. I'd managed to get around him before and knew I could do it again. Sean, the other defensive lineman was ready to rush, too. One of us was going to get through. All that mattered was whether we could catch David before he got rid of the ball.
All four of the offensive guys were on the line, ready to run out to catch a pass, or, if they tricked us, get a pitchout or handoff. The defensive guys were on the line opposite them, ready to track them and pull their flag off their belt to tackle them.
"Set... hut," David said and Austin tossed the ball back to him. The three offensive guys all ran out to catch a pass, with David and Austin staying back. David drew back about ten yards, making some space in which to throw, and Austin looked to block both Sean and I.
"One, two, three, four, five," I loudly counted off the time required before we could rush in. Sean ran in faster, taking Austin's attention, letting me roll around him and charge David. Before David could get rid of the ball, I was on top of him, pulling the flag from his waist.
"Fuck," David yelled, upset with both himself and the other guys on his team for not being able to do better. He slapped the ball against his left hand, making a loud slapping sound. I just got up and ran to my own huddle to plan our next play.
"I told him I was going to do it," I laughed.
"Nice move, Vince," Sean said, slapping me on the shoulder congratulating me. "It's fourth down. They only need one pass completion for a first down. What do you want to do?"
I looked over at the offensive huddle for a second. David was talking, trying to come up with a foolproof plan to trick us and get a first down. "It has to be a pass play, so we do what we've been doing. You keep tight on your guys and Sean and I will get to David. Sound good?"
"Yeah," they all agreed.
"Ok, break," I said and we all clapped our hands. As we moved to the line, I pulled Sean close. "This time, I think Austin is going to go at me. So, we'll let him, and you get to David this time."
We all stood on the line again, ready for David to start the play. Austin looked at me. I knew he wanted to stop me. I made it look like I was going to rush in fast.
"Set... hut", David called and Austin tossed the ball back to him.
"One, two, three, four, five," I yelled, then we rushed in. Instead of going at me, though, Austin moved towards Sean, leaving a clear path for me. I charged forward, loving how I was going to get him so easily. I had no clue how Austin could have misread this.
I saw David's hand go back in a pass, briefly wondering if his receivers were ready for such a quick pass, then watched him throw the ball forward and down, hard. My mind wasn't fast enough to process what my eyes saw. The ball was flying directly at me at full speed. In just a second it hit me, low, and just as I reached David, I felt a sudden pain in my groin and doubled over. I fell to the ground, grabbing my cock with both hands.
All the guys were laughing at my predicament as I rolled around in pain, holding my crotch with both hands.
"Fuck dude... that had to hurt," Austin said, laughing.
David reached down and tapped my shoulder. "Oops... I guess it's your ball. But it's the last time you get to me."
The guys all huddled around me, waiting for me to recover. It took about fifteen minutes, but I finally sat up. I could still feel pain in my groin and knew I was done for the day. I told the guys that and we all agreed that the game was over. We all shook hands and wandered back to our cars to drive to our respective homes.
I was walking funny to my car and after I got in, Sean came over the the driver's window. "You going to be ok?" he asked.
"Yeah," I said. "More embarrassed than hurt I think. That was a crappy play."
"Yes it was," he laughed. He smacked the car door, stood, and walked to his car. I started mine and drove home.
I limped into the house, avoiding my mom and went up to my room.
Once there, I closed the door and lay in my bed, just looking at my social pages on my phone, letting the dull pain work itself out. After looking at a few porn sites, I tried to masturbate, but couldn't. A combination of the pain and... whatever else was going on... was making it almost impossible for me to get an erection. I tried over and over again... to no avail.
*****
It was hours later, close to ten o'clock, when I got out of bed, completely scared and frustrated, and made my way to my mom's room. I lightly knocked on her door before opening it, but she was in her bathroom and didn't hear me. I knocked on the mostly closed bathroom door and opened it. My mom had a bath towel wrapped around her as she stood at the sink.
"Hey, mom?" I said, standing in the doorway.
"Yeah, honey. Do you need something?"
"Can you... um... take a look at something?" I asked, holding my cock lightly through the boxers I was wearing. The pain seemed worse when I let myself just hang loose.
"Honey, I'm getting ready to take a shower. I'll look at it in a minute, ok?" she said.
"I just... can you take a look at this?" I asked, pulling my boxers down and exposing my cock to her.
"Oh my God," she said, getting a glimpse of my cock as she looked down. She put her hand up to shield her eyes from me as she turned her head away, giggling.
"It just... it kinda hurts... and I think I broke it," I said. "I don't know if I need to go to the hospital or something."
She giggled in embarrassment. "Why do you think you broke it?"
"When we were playing football, I got hit in the crotch with the ball," I said. "It hurt, so I came home. I've been, you know... just checking it. I just... I'm having a hard time... you know... getting hard... getting an erection."
"What?" she said, giggling again, making sure not to look down as she looked at me. "Why are you showing me this?"
"I know... I'm sorry," I said.
"Just give me a minute, ok?"
"Yeah... sure... I'm sorry," I said. Now I was embarrassed. "I'm sure it'll be alright." I closed the door and went back to my own bathroom. I sat on the toilet and tried... really tried... to jerk off. But no matter what I did, I felt something weird and immediately stopped. It was getting really frustrating and was making me scared.
It was twenty minutes later by now, and I was getting nowhere. "Oh my God! Fuck! Why the fuck did David do that?" I asked nobody in particular as I tried stroking my cock one more time.
Suddenly mom knocked on the door. "Are you ok, honey?" she asked through the door. "You've been in there for like a half an hour or so. Everything alright?"
"Yeah... yeah, I'm good mom," I said, trying to sound like I was just cleaning up for bed. "I don't need any help. I'll be out in a minute. It's nothing. Don't worry about it."
"Are you sure? Do you need me to help you?" she asked.
"I just... don't worry about it. I'm ok."
"Listen, I'm your mom," she said, obviously not believing me. "I'm here. I'm worried about you."
"I'm sorry," I said, "but..."
Suddenly the door opened and my mom walked in. I was sitting on the toilet with my shorts and underwear around my ankles, my cock in my hand. I immediately tried to cover myself.
"Shit I forgot to lock the door," I mumbled.
"Ok, so what seems to be the problem?" she asked, immediately looking away so she wouldn't look at my exposed cock.
"I just... I can't do it," I said, frustrated.
"Can't do what?" she asked. She was almost smiling in embarrassment. I'm sure she was as uncomfortable seeing me naked as I was.
"I can't... you know... jerk off."
"Honey... I mean... oh," she said, still looking away but trying to gather up the courage to face me.
"I know... I'm sorry," I apologized. "I just don't know what to do. I'm just scared I damaged something, mom. Can you... you know... help me see what's wrong?"
"Honey... what do you think I can do?"
"I don't know... stroke it or something..."
"Honey... that's not something I'm comfortable with," she said.
"Please. I don't know if I have to go to the hospital or something."
"Honey, you're supposed to do that kind of thing on your own," she said. "It's really not something I'm supposed to... you know... help you with."
"It hurts," I said, moaning a little. "Maybe you can do it and see what's wrong."
"It hurts a lot?"
"Not really a lot... I just... It just feels weird enough that I just... you know... can't get it hard. And I'm scared." Every time my cock got hard I got this weird sensation inside... like there was something moving that shouldn't be. I don't know. It was too hard to explain.
"Oh my God..." she giggled, embarrassed. She was turning beet red. She wanted to be helpful, but this was right on the edge.
"It's just taking me a really long time. I've been trying for like an hour now."
"Well, it's definitely not supposed to take that long. But... I don't know what I can do..."
"Can you just help me? I don't know... I don't know who else to ask."
"I don't know... it's not something a mother's supposed to do," she said.
"I'm sorry," I said, realizing that this might just be going too far. I was going to have to figure this out on my own. "Just... Ok... it's ok... I'll just do it. You can go to bed."
"Look," she said, then dropped her hand and looked right at me. "Look, if I help you... you know... like this... seriously we cannot tell a soul. This is extremely inappropriate." She looked down at my cock for a second and I could tell she was rather impressed with it. Then she looked up into my eyes again as if gauging my thoughts.
"I'm not going to tell anyone," I said. "It's just... you're just helping me with a medical problem. This is really embarrassing."
"Alright... alright," she said. "I'll help you." She took a step forward until she was standing in front of me. " I can't believe I'm doing this. So what do you need me to do?"
"Just... I don't know... just check it and see if you see anything... you know... wrong."
"Ok... can you stand up?" she asked. I stood and she took a hold of my cock. She dropped to her knees in front of me and examined me, moving my cock one way then another, then checked my balls underneath by lifting my cock upwards. I could feel myself getting harder. Her face was right next to my cock as she examined it. I almost prayed she'd slide me into her mouth.
"You're really... kinda big there, son," she giggled softly. She stood, still holding my shaft and slightly stroking it. "I... I don't see anything... wrong. You look really... healthy... to me. Does it feel ok right now?"
"Yeah," I moaned. Just that little bit of stroking, along with the knowledge that it was mom doing it, was getting me excited... and making me hard.
"It seems to be getting... harder," she said, licking her lips and stroking more. "Is this... better?"
"Yeah... it feels good," I whispered.
She gripped me a little harder and stroked more forcefully, giving me a real handjob now. She was looking down at it, watching herself stroke it, watching it get harder and harder in her hand. I couldn't believe it. She even spit into her hand to provide a little lubrication.
"Are we doing alright here?"
"Yeah. Just like... just like that. I can feel it... getting hard."
"Does it feel weird or painful or anything?" she asked.
"No... it just feels... good," I moaned. I looked at her more, now, and could see her hard nipples poking into the flimsy little shirt she wore to bed. It had three large buttons in the front and showed a lot of cleavage at the top. But it was made of satin and was really thin. This was the first time I'd really taken then time to look at how large her breasts were. I mean, I'd noticed they were large before, but being so close to her, without her wearing a bra, and with them jiggling just right as she jerked my cock was incredible.
"That I can tell," she almost giggled. "Are you... you know... gonna soon?"
"Yeah," I moaned again. "I'm close."
"Ok," she said, maneuvering us both around until we faced the toilet. "I'll just aim it into the toilet. Just cum in there."
She put one hand on my shoulder and used the other to jerk me off, standing beside me, facing me. I looked down and just watched her hand. It was... surreal. My own mother was jerking me off and was just about to make me cum. My cock was so hard and the head was swelling fast.
"Oh!" I moaned.
"Yeah... go ahead," she said, encouraging me. "Cum for me."
Hearing her say that threw me over the edge and I came. I could feel my body spraying it out of me, squirting it onto the toilet seat lid and into the toilet itself. Her hand kept stroking me, squeezing and pulling my cum from me, draining my balls.
When I finally stopped, she pulled her hand away, acting embarrassed again. "Ok... are you ok?" she asked.
"Yeah... I feel ok," I said softly, still breathing hard. "Thanks mom."
She walked over to the sink and turned on the water. "Alright... just don't tell anyone about this. Ok?" She washed her hands and dried them. "I'm serious," she said, looking at me via the mirror.
"I won't... I promise," I said. "I feel a lot better now."
"Good. I hope so. Go get some sleep, ok?" She walked to the door and opened it.
"Ok. Goodnight, mom. Love you."
"Love you, too," she said as she closed the door behind herself.
I walked out of the bathroom into my bedroom and collapsed on my bed. My cock was deflating rapidly, but that was normal. I just couldn't believe how worn out she made me. But I felt a lot better.
*****
I woke up the next morning, a little later than usual, but had the incredible urge to masturbate. I think it had something to do with the dream I had, but it wasn't abnormal for me to want an orgasm first thing in the morning. I lay on my back, started thinking of something sexy, and started stroking my cock. Unfortunately, that feeling came back again, so it seemed even more difficult to get and keep an erection.
It was about ten o'clock when my mom lightly knocked on my door and then came in. I was still in bed and immediately threw a blanket over myself. I didn't want her to see me naked. Even after last night, I was still too embarrassed.
"Honey?" she asked, seeing me awake.
"Hey, mom," I replied.
"So, explain to me again what's going on."
I spent the next ten minutes going over the day yesterday, ending with my getting hit in the nuts with the spiraling football from David and me writhing on the ground.
"What an idiot! Doesn't he know how dangerous that could be?" she asked.
"I know... we were just screwing around," I said.
"Are things... you know... any better since last night?"
"No... not really. I can't... you know... get hard," I said. "Can you... like... help me again? Please."
She shook her head, not happy about any of this, but even less happy that she'd have to give me a handjob again. "Honey... I don't know. What I did last night... that wasn't really..."
"Please! I think I just need help getting started or something."
"Honey..." she said, shaking her head a little. Then, she had a change of heart. "I mean... ok... ok... if it stays right here I can help you."
"Ok... thanks mom," I said, feeling relieved. I knew she could get it to work.
"I'll show you what I did and maybe you can just do that, ok?" She wrapped her hand around my cock and began stroking it. "Ok, so you're gonna... not so tight... just lightly... and go up and down with it. Ok?"
I was too caught up in the initial, wonderful feeling of her hand on my cock to respond. I was very distracted and couldn't focus on anything but how good that felt.
"Ok?" she asked again, sounding a little frustrated with me.
"Yeah... ok..."
After a minute or so of stroking me, my cock was now getting really hard again. I didn't know what she was doing that I wasn't doing, but it certainly felt a lot better when she was stroking me. "Now does that feel better than what you were doing? Honey!"
"Yeah," I moaned, when I finally realized she was talking to me. "That's like... really good."
"And just... make sure you have some lube on it," she said, dribbling spit onto the head and stroking it in. "It'll probably feel better with some kind of lubrication.
"We'll get you some real lube tonight if you don't have any," she said. "Do you see how much easier it is now? How my hand slides up and down so much more easily?"
"Yeah... and feels better." I moaned again. God, she was so good at that.
"You see if you can do it now, ok?" she said, pulling her hand away. I took a hold of my cock and tried stroking it. "Alright, honey." She got up and started moving towards the door. For some reason, no matter what I did, I couldn't create the same pleasure and my erection faded quickly. In fact, the same weird feeling started to come back again.
"Mom," I plead, shaking my head as she put her hand on the doorknob. "I really can't do it. See?"
She looked down and saw that my erection had almost completely deflated. She sighed and shook her head. "Ok, ok... let's go talk to Mrs. Bower next door. She's a nurse, so I think she'll be able to tell us if we need to go to the emergency room or not."
My mom ended up calling Mrs. Bower, our next-door neighbor and arranged a time for us to go over. Emily Bower was retired, having been an emergency room nurse for over twenty years. She was now in her sixties and had long, grey hair, that she kept pulled back in a braided ponytail that fell down her back. Her husband had past away ten years ago, a little after my dad moved out, divorcing my mom, and they both had struck up a deeper friendship.
Mrs. Bower was almost a grandmother to me, practically taking my mom in as her own daughter. I'd been over a few times, always with my mom, but I really didn't know her. She led my mom and I through her kitchen and into the living room, where she asked us to sit on the couch.
"So, what seems to be the problem?" she asked me.
My mom looked at me and I just stared back, scared as hell. I really didn't want to talk to a stranger... a neighbor... about an erection problem I was having.
"Well... Vince here got injured the other day playing football. I guess the quarterback decided to just throw the ball down at his privates," she said. "And he hit him pretty hard."
"Ouch... that must have hurt," Emily said, looking at me. I just nodded and looked down.
"Vince says he has a hard time getting any kind of erection and says it feels weird or something when he even tries. We just need to have an idea if we should go to the doctor or emergency room or something."
Emily stood and walked towards a desk nearby, opening the top drawer. She pulled out a pair of rubber gloves and slid one on her hand, snapping the rubber in place. "Well, let's take a look, shall we?" She started putting on the other glove but the look from me must have stopped her.
"Uh..." I said. "Do we need to do all that?" I had to admit, the whole rubber glove thing was just too clinical and made me wonder what she was going to do to me.
She nodded, looking at my mom. "Ok... you're right, maybe you'd be more comfortable if this was more... casual." She took the gloves off and tossed them in the trashcan.
"Yeah, I think that would be better," my mom said, tapping my arm to reassure me.
"You can relax," she said. "I'm not going to hurt you. But you're going to have to get undressed."
I looked at my mom, surprised, then back at Emily. "Can you both... like... leave the room so I can undress?"
"Honey," my mom said, knowing that it would be a little ridiculous.
"I don't think that's necessary," Emily said. "We're both going to see you naked anyway. Just get undressed and we'll wait."
I stood, nervously, and unfastened my pants. I pushed them down and stepped out of them, handing them to my mom.
"And underwear... and shirt," Emily said.
Shaking, I took my shirt off and handed it to my mom, too. Slowly, I hooked my thumbs in my boxers and pushed them down, using my legs and feet to get them off, all the while hiding my junk with my hands.
Emily moved toward me and removed the few items from her coffee table. "Go ahead and lay back on this. Let's have a look, shall we?"
I sat on the coffee table, definitely uncomfortably. The wood felt cold against my ass.
"It's ok," Emily said, grabbing my wrists and moving my hands away as she knelt on the floor beside the coffee table.
"Sorry," I apologized.
"No, it's normal to be a little shy," she said. She gingerly grabbed my shaft and moved it this way and that, inspecting my cock and balls. "You seem really healthy. I don't see any bruising or outward signs of damage. Let me ask you... how often do you normally masturbate?" My cock was laying in her palm as she looked over the shaft and head.
I looked at my mom as both women were now staring at me, as if waiting for my answer.. She tried to console me with her look, but it wasn't really working.
"A couple times a week, I guess," I lied.
"Not every day? You can tell me the truth," Emily said, seeing through my obvious lie.
I nodded, embarrassed to admit it. "Ok... at least... once a day."
Emily nodded. "Ok, that's healthy for your age. And now you can't get an erection due to... pain?"
"Yeah, kinda... it's not... you know... like, really bad pain... just... something," I said. It was hard to explain the actual problem. Especially when my mom could give me an erection so easily.
"He has had an erection since the injury, though," my mom was quick to admit. Too quick for my tastes.
"Yeah?" Emily asked, obviously wondering how my mom would know something so intimate.
"Yeah, I... uh... I helped him that night... after the injury," she said, realizing she was going to give away a little too much information. But Emily's look seemed one of clinical interest rather than scathing condemnation for our incest. "I helped him have a little... you know... orgasm... just to see if he was ok. At least as far as I could tell."
Emily nodded, seemingly agreeing that that was the best course of action for my mom. "Ok... that's good to know. I'll need to verify his erection, of course, and make sure there is no real injury there. I think you can help. As you know, I was a nurse for a long time and I've seen issues like this before. Some patients have been bad enough to require surgery, but most have been managed with some simple physical therapy."
"Physical therapy?" my mom asked. She was hoping this wasn't going to cost too much. We weren't exactly living with a lot of extra cash lying around.
"Well, yeah... but, don't worry, it'll be at home," Emily reassured her. "I'll give you all the exercises. It won't cost you a thing. We'll do some of the exercises today and see if that works."
"Ok... that would be good," my mom said, sighing in relief. "I'm really hoping there isn't a need for surgery or anything."
"The way it's looking right now, I'm thinking it won't." Emily walked back over to the desk and removed a small tube of some sort. There didn't appear to be much of a label on it. "This ointment should help both by encouraging the erection and by numbing any pain. I'll show you how, but I want you to put this on his penis twice per day at a minimum... once in the morning and once in the evening... and then as needed otherwise."
She handed the tube to my mom who kept it in her hand, looking at it a little.
"As needed?"
"When he has a desire to have an erection, it'll be a good time to apply more lotion," she said. "I want you to apply it as I'll show you. I don't want to leave the application to Vince, since he's already having issues and probably won't put it on."
My mom nodded. "Ok. How do I put it on?"
"Well, for starters," Emily said, "he's going to need a lot of help from you on this... with some extra physical and visual stimulation... and some verbal stimulation even. Stimulation is what men need to have and maintain an erection."
"Ok," my mom said.
"I think the first step... well, I'm sure as you know, men are very visual... so we have to give him some visual stimulation," Emily said, sitting down in the nearby chair so that both my mom and I could easily see her. "So, let's say, when you guys are at home together, you can... maybe show him a part of your body he likes, like breasts. Perhaps if you take off your shirt today you can see what I mean."
My mom looked at me, then back to Emily, as she started to unbutton her blouse.
"I'll tell you what... I can help you out a little bit today, too, since it's your first time with these exercises." Emily unbuttoned her own top and removed it, leaving both women now sitting beside me in their bras and pants.
"Well, young man... this should be plenty of encouragement for you," Emily practically giggled, looking at me as she lifted and squeezed her bra-covered, C-cup breasts.
"Oh my gosh... ok," my mom said, nervously covering her breasts with one arm.
"Lucky for him, you have really nice breasts," Emily said, complimenting her as she looked over my mom's impressive rack. "It's going to be easy to stimulate him."
Emily then reached behind herself and unfastened her bra as we watched, then my mom followed suit, and in seconds both women were now naked from the waist up.
"Alright," my mom said, looking at me. At first she held her arm across her bare breasts, but with Emily's breasts exposed, she dropped her arm. Both women had impressive breasts. My mom's were bigger, probably better than a D-cup, but Emily's had more interesting, long and pointed nipples. "Oh my gosh, I think he's already getting a little hard," my mom giggled looking down between my legs.
"That's good," Emily said. "I'm sure he'll have an impressive erection after these exercises."
"And then... what comes next?" my mom asked.
"The next step is some physical stimulation with the lotion," Emily said. "Today we'll use your hand. Squirt some of it in your hand and now gently take his cock... and start stroking him."
My mom used a little of the cold lotion and started stroking my cock, intentionally spreading the lotion around with her fingertips to cover the full length.
"Ok," my mom said, nervously. She seemed a lot less natural at this than she was just this morning for some reason.
"You'll just slowly slide up and down his cock," Emily said, watching her hand intently. She seemed to notice how uncomfortable my mom looked and quickly moved to kneel beside the coffee table, too, on the other side. "It's ok... it's ok," she said, holding my mom's wrist. "Just relax. You're kind of stiff."
Emily pulled my mom's hand off and started stroking me herself. "Why don't we try this. Let's put some more of the lotion on there," she said, stopping to allow my mom to squirt more on the head so Emily could spread it around. "Now, loosely grip his shaft... and pull it upward, relax and come down," she demonstrated, jerking my cock very slowly and deliberately.
"Like that?" my mom asked, miming her to get the rhythm.
"Yeah, just like that," Emily complimented her. "You've done this before for your husband, right?"
"Yeah," my mom said, nodding a little. "But it's been a while." She looked at me and smiled that loving, motherly smile. "Honey, is that good? She's really pretty. Is she doing good? It looks like it's working, you're getting hard."
I just nodded. It seemed my brain was lacking a little blood flow right now.
"Here... you try it," Emily said, releasing her grip to let my mom take over again. My mom was using the same stroke and rhythm as Emily and it felt incredibly good. I closed my eyes for a moment to enjoy it.
"You're doing so good," Emily said, encouraging my mom. "But you can't make a face like that... not when you're trying to jerk a guy off. That'll majorly affect his erection."
"It's just... embarrassing," my mom said.
"Why is it embarrassing?"
"Because he's my son," my mom reasoned.
I opened my eyes and watched the two talking, all the while my mom's hand kept stroking me. Her hand squeezed and release, tugging on my cock, trying to pull the cum out of me.
"I know but he really needs help right now... and you're his mother," Emily said, playing on my mom's role as caretaker. "You're supposed to be the one to help him."
"I know... I know," my mom said, still unsure.
"So... just enjoy it," Emily said, smiling. "His cock is really big."
Both women looked down at my erection and smiled.
"Yes... it really is," my mom said, licking her lips. "How... long... should I do this?"
"You have to do this until he ejaculates," Emily said as if it was just another thing. "We need to make sure that his entire reproductive system is working. There... that's it... that's good."
Emily then took over again, using both hands to stroke my cock. "You can use both hands... like this... kind of like squeeze and twist a little while you're doing it," she said. "And you can also just use one hand to work the tip a little bit." I jumped a little as her palm swirled over the head, sending a bolt of pleasure through me. "The tip is really, really sensitive, so you can't spend much time there. Then you go back down. You just work a lot of different sensations. Now you do it."
My mom gripped my shaft with both hands and worked the same motions that Emily had showed her. My mom seemed a lot more relaxed now, jerking my cock more easily.
"See, it's not so bad now, is it?" Emily asked.
"I guess not," my mom smiled as if she was being silly before.
"Yeah. Just pretend he's not your son right now, if that helps," Emily said. "Pretend that he's your boyfriend and you're trying to give him a lot of pleasure. Yeah, just like that... good job."
"For a couple minutes?" my mom asked.
"No... at least fifteen or twenty minutes each time," Emily said. "You really have to let the lotion sink in. This might take a little time until he's fully recovered."
My mom let go of my cock and sat back on her heels. "Ok, well, thanks for showing me. We'll... um... continue this..."
Emily suddenly grabbed my cock and started stroking me, increasing the speed. "No, no, no... you have to go until he cums. We need to make sure he's medically ok. If he can't cum then we have a serious problem. And just walking away now without finishing, after getting him so hard, might even make things worse. So... go ahead... start again. Since he's having difficulty, he may require even more visual stimulation from you now. While your breasts are really beautiful, men like to see even more skin. Go ahead and stand up with me and let's take our bottoms off."
My mom looked at Emily, then me. "You don't want to see that, do you honey? I mean, I've put on so much weight."
Emily stood and had already unfastened her pants. "Go ahead and get comfortable with this because you're going to have to do it at home." She tossed her pants aside and slid her panties down and off before my mom had even slid her jeans off. "You want to entice him... let him fantasize about putting his cock against your ass... or in your pussy."
My mom had tossed her pants aside, now, and was sliding her panties down her legs. "I have to admit, that's kind of... wrong... isn't it?"
"I'll be honest, it is dirty, because the whole concept is taboo," Emily said. "But that can be an incredible, incredible stimulation to guys. You might need to kind of explore things like this with him... maybe give him other fantasies for stimulation. And, now, since we're completely naked, if you stand really close to his erection, he can get a really good view of what it would be like to have sex with you."
Emily turned and bent over, legs wide, and pulled her cheeks apart to show Vince her ass and pussy as she looked back, smirking.
"Oh my gosh... I... look what she's doing," mom my said, surprised. "Does that make you imagine... you know... fucking her?" she asked me.
"Yeah," I nodded, looking at how beautiful Emily's pussy looked. Her labia were large and engorged, open like a flower. And I could smell her scent.
"He's so hard right now," my mom said, surprised at my size. "The sight of your beautiful... pussy... is really stimulating him."
Emily slid her hand back between her legs and slid her fingers through her pussy lips. "Of course it is. He really likes pussy. Go ahead... continue jerking him now." She slowly teased her pussy, sliding first one, then two fingers inside herself and pulled her lips apart to show me her wet, pink interior. "You can sometimes go slow like you are, but sometimes go fast, Nicole. If you want him to cum, you'll have to go a little faster with a steady stroke."
My mom started stroking me even faster now.
"Keep going, Nicole. He's shaking," Emily said.
"I think he's almost ready to cum."
"Are you going to cum?" Emily asked me and I nodded. That seemed to excite her more and she turned around, put a foot up on the coffee table to spread her legs and masturbated. One hand held her pussy lips apart, while the other slapped her clit, driving her fingers inside her rapidly. "Ohhh... I want you to make him cum really, really good. We need to make sure he's ok. Fuck! Go ahead, thank your mom for helping you like this, Vince."
"Thank you... mom," I moaned, panting heavily. "For doing this... for me. Oh God."
"There... that's good," Emily coached my mom. "Get a nice grip on that beautiful cock... stroke faster. Keep working it. You're doing such a good job. He's so close. He's starting to squirm."
"Come on, son," my mom urged me, sounding desperate to see me cum for her again.
"Steady rhythm... nice and steady," Emily said. "He's working it out... just keep going. There you go. Just like that. You're going to make him feel so good when he cums... so good. Go on... give your mom all your hot, sticky cum."
"Come on, son," my mom said, encouraging me.
"She's working hard to help you... all you have to do is cum," Emily said. "I know it's hard, Nicole, but you have to keep going. You have to make him cum."
I was so close, my hips were rising and falling a little bit, my ass squeezing as I moved swiftly towards my orgasm.
"Now, I don't want to get any of this on my carpet... so you're going to have to take it in your mouth," Emily said.
"My mouth?"
"Yes... I don't have time to get a towel and I don't want any of it on my carpet," she said. "You've taken your husband in your mouth, haven't you?"
"Yes... of course... it's just..."
"Well, this is exactly the same thing," Emily said, looking down on us both. "And I need you to hold it in your mouth so I can check the volume."
"What?" my mom asked, shocked.
"Just do as I say... this is very important to help your son," Emily said forcefully. "Ok... ok, he's close. Go ahead now, put it in your mouth." My mom hesitated only a second then bent down and slid the head of my cock into her mouth while her hand continued to stroke my shaft. "Just like that... keep stroking... and suck a little on the head."
I was moaning now, on the very edge, looking down at my mom who had my dick in her mouth. And she seemed to be enjoying it. God, her mouth was so warm and wet.
"Come on Vince... give it to your mommy," Emily said. "Give her all your sweet cum. Is that what you like? Having your mommy suck on your cock? Your dick is so swollen. You can do it... give her all your sweet cum."
I started cumming and my mom gagged and gasped, trying not to swallow as my load filled her mouth to overflowing.
"Oh... yeah!" Emily said excitedly. "There it is... there it is. Look at that. Hold it all in your mouth, Nicole. Now go ahead and squeeze the rest out... get it all out. Good boy... I think that was good."
Emily walked over to my mom and put her hand on her jaw, encouraging her to open her mouth. "Let me see... did he cum a lot?" My mom opened her mouth and I could see the milky white fluid filling it. "Yeah, that does look like a healthy amount. Does it taste normal?"
My mom closed her mouth again, raised her shoulders and nodded, as if to say it was normal as far as she knew. It wasn't as if she'd ever tasted my cum before.
"Here," Emily said, moving her lips to my mom's. "Give me some of it." She kissed my mom and some of my cum transferred into her mouth. It was the most erotic thing I'd ever seen. After a few seconds, she pulled back and swirled it around for a moment with her eyes closed.
Emily opened her eyes and smiled. "Ok... that's good. You can go ahead and swallow it now. Very nice. I think he'll be ok, but you're going to have to monitor him over the next week." She turned and addressed me. "I don't want you to masturbate on your own, since we need to check the size of your erection and your semen volume. I want your mom to continue to do this for you, as many times a day as needed. I want you to make sure you get about the same volume with the same flavor. If there are any major changes, you can come and talk to me again. So any time you feel the need to masturbate, you go to your mother. Ok?"
I nodded as my mother swallowed my cum and stood.
"Now go ahead and get dressed," Emily said. "We can meet again next week at this same time and see where things stand. And I'd like you to call me every night and let me know how things are going, ok?"
"Ok," my mom said, buttoning up her shirt.