Carl and Pam were sitting at the kitchen table enjoying lunch when they heard the front door open and someone walking up the stairs. Alarmed, Carl was about to rise from his chair when Bobby's head and shoulders came into view, temporarily easing the fight or flight response he'd suddenly felt.
Bobby, Pam's son, had just landed a job as a roofer and this was only his second week on the job. The day was still young and he wasn't supposed to be home yet. Carl could already feel the tension rising in his chest. Why was he home already? What happened? Carl never got the chance to ask.
Bobby looked from Carl to Pam. "Mom, can I talk to you in private, please?"
"Umm...sure, I guess."
Bobby ignored Carl's questioning look, turned and walked away in the direction of his room. Pam got up, shot Carl a bewildered look, shrugged her shoulders and followed after her son.
Carl sat at the table, alone with his thoughts. Bobby had been raised by his passive father and very strict (some would say evil) step-mother in another state until he was in his late teens. Among the ridiculous rules she placed upon him, he wasn't allowed to have friends over to the house, nor was he allowed to visit his school friend's house. The result was that he had no real friends, much less a girlfriend! He was just beginning to rebel at their strict rules when they suddenly kicked him out of the house right after his high school graduation, to fend for himself. With nowhere to go and no idea what to do, he called his real mom and asked for a place to lay his head for a little while.
Carl paid for his bus ticket and he'd been living with them for about two months now, eating them out of house and home and half-heartedly looking for a job. Carl had called in a favor from a friend who owned a roofing company and got him hired. Sure, Bobby dragged himself home at the end of the day sore and tired, but he seemed to like the job. Now it seemed that job might be in jeopardy and Carl was more than a little worried about it.
Pam followed Bobby into his bedroom. She gasped at the clutter in the room. How had he accumulated so much stuff in the short time he'd lived there? She pushed aside a pile of clothes that were laying on his bed and then she sat down and asked,
"Alright, Bobby, what's going on? What's happened?"
Bobby closed the door and walked over to where his mom was.
"You know when Carl and I went fishing this past weekend?"
She remembered. Carl had taken him fishing and camping overnight over the weekend as a way to celebrate his first week on his new job.
"Yeah, I remember. You guys caught a bunch of stinky, smelly catfish."
Bobby smiled at the memory of the heavy cooler full of fish filets that they carried home.
"Yeah, well it turns out that we didn't pick the best place to camp. I think there was poison ivy around there somewhere."
Pam remembered that Bobby was badly allergic to all those plants: poison ivy, poison oak and poison sumac. And when he got it, he got it bad and it always seemed to spread everywhere.
"Oh no, Bobby! Did you get any on you? Is it bad? How bad is it?"
Bobby held out his hands and showed them to his mother. He must have washed his hands well after touching the plant because although there were a few small rashes between his fingers, it wasn't that bad.
"Ooh. Well, you got lucky then. That's not too bad."
Bobby was wearing his work jeans and they were covered in dried roofing tar so when he started unbuckling his belt, she thought he was just going to change out of them, which wasn't a big deal, she thought. She'd seen him in his tighty-whitey's before. But when he unsnapped his pants and let them fall, she saw that he wasn't wearing underwear at all- he'd gone to work commando!
Bobby groaned. "Oh yeah? Wait 'till you see this."
At first, she was shocked! He was standing right in front of her with his flaccid penis right at eye level. She gasped. Even in it's present state, it looked as huge as she'd imagined it when she saw him in his underwear. It was at least 6" and thick. His balls hung low in their sack and swung gently as he moved. His whole package was anchored in a thicket of brown pubic curls. Then she noticed the rash.
Angry red welts and blisters covered his whole private area. His inner thighs looked the worst, but as she looked closer, she saw the rash covering his balls and his entire circumcised penis, from the tip of the head, all the way to the base.
Pam gasped again as Bobby gingerly grabbed his package and lifted it so his mother could see under it. He placed one leg up on the bed so she could get a better look. The rash ran under his balls, over his taint, into the crack of his ass and surrounded his asshole. She knew this was a medical issue and was far beyond anything she'd ever seen. But she knew who might be able to help.
"That's why I came home from work. I couldn't take it anymore! I even left my underwear off this morning because it was too sweaty and made it hurt, but it didn't help."
Pam said, "Honey, you've got to show this to Carl."
"I ain't showing this to Carl! He's a guy! And he'll probably just laugh at me anyway!"
"Baby, listen. Carl's not gonna laugh. He's your stepdad and he's trained as an EMT. He might be able to help or at least tell us what we should do."
Bobby sighed because he knew she was right. Pam watched as he threw on a pair of basketball shorts and she then she took him by the hand and led him out to the kitchen.
Carl was still sitting at the table with his head in his hands, wondering what Bobby was trying to coerce out of his mother now. He was getting tired of Bobby's procrastination and mooching. He had become an expert at coercing shit out of his mother. He raised his head when he heard them enter the kitchen.
"Carl, Bobby has a problem I need you to look at. He's got a bad case of poison ivy."
"Alright. Let me see it." Carl sighed.
To his surprise, Bobby dropped his shorts. It was Carl's turn to gasp.
"Holy fuck, Bobby! How the fuck did you manage that?"
"I dunno. I must have had it on my hands when I took a leak when we were camping."
Carl surveyed the damage. It sure wasn't pretty but at the same time, he saw the humor in it and tried to suppress a giggle.
"Holy shit. Turn around. How far back does it go?"
Bobby lifted his nutsack like he did for his mother and put one leg up on a chair. Carl saw the same view she'd had.
"Shit, Bobby. You're going to need steroids or hydrocortisone cream or God only knows what else. That is bad!"
Bobby removed his foot from the chair and stood straight but he didn't let go of his balls. Instead, he began rubbing and scratching the whole area.
"Bobby! For your own sake, don't scratch that. That's what's spreading it. Pull up your shorts and go wash your hands. We're taking you to the clinic."
At the clinic, the attending doctor examined Bobby, gave him some care instructions along with a steroidal injection and prescribed enough oral steroid for two weeks along with a couple of weeks worth of steroidal cream, which they picked up at the pharmacy. At the store, Pam also picked out some rubber gloves, anti-itch soap and some other odds and ends that she thought she needed.
When they got home, Bobby opened the cream and read the instructions out loud: "Apply a liberal amount, three (3) times a day to the affected area. Rub in well until absorbed."
His mom said, "That seems simple enough. Apply some now and then again tonight before you go to bed and then we'll start three times a day tomorrow."
She threw the box of rubber gloves to her son and said, "Here, take these and use them so you don't get it on your hands and spread that crap anywhere else."
Bobby caught the gloves and headed into his bedroom. Ten minutes later, he called to Pam.
"Momma, how do I know if I got it everywhere if I have to rub it in until it disappears?"
Pam went into his bedroom to talk to him. He gave her an embarrassed look as she opened the door and entered. He was laying on his bed with his knees pulled up and his legs spread. His flaccid dick was laying on his belly. For some reason, she hadn't expected him to be naked and certainly not laying in that position!. Momentarily shocked by the sight, she stopped by the bed and stared. She shook it off quickly though and looked critically at the job he did. She could see that he still had cream in some areas that hadn't been rubbed in and there were some areas that didn't look like any cream had reached. Also, she noticed that he didn't have any gloves on.
"Bobby, why aren't you wearing the gloves I gave you?"
"They don't fit. They're too small. I broke two of them trying to put them on."
Pam looked at the open box and realized she'd bought the wrong size. 'Well', she thought, 'They'll fit me. I can always use them when I'm cooking or cleaning or something.'
"You still have some cream in places. Rub it in more. ...and you missed a few spots, too." she told him.
Pam watched her son struggle to reach all the areas he needed to cover and then rub it in. She bit her lip as she watched him handle his flaccid dick and in spite of herself, she got a bit turned on watching it flop around under his hand. She instructed him about where there was still cream to rub in and what areas he'd missed and when he was finally done, he looked embarrassed and apologized to her for his nudity.
Pam told him not to worry about it and that he shouldn't be embarrassed. He needed her and she was happy to help. After all, she was his mother and that's what moms do. Then she covered him with a sheet and headed out, shutting the door behind her.
She heard the TV in the living room playing and assumed Carl was in there watching something so that's where she headed.
"Carl, he's going to make a mess in there with that cream. He totally missed some areas and the areas he did get still had medicine that wasn't rubbed in. He's going to need help and you're our medical guy. Will you help him, please?"
Carl looked at her incredulously. "You want me to rub cream into his dick for him? I don't fucking think so!"
"But he needs our help!" she pleaded.
"Listen. If he needs a Band-Aid or even a splint or something, I can do that. If he gets a sprain or a contusion, I know what to do. Hell, if he's choking or having a heart attack, I can help him, but I draw the line at massaging cocks! No way! Sorry, but he's gotta learn to do that by himself."
Then he thought of another excuse.
"Besides, I work 12 hour days...I leave the house at 3 am and don't get home until after 5 at night. When do I have time to do it? Nope. Count me out."
And with that, Carl turned his attention back to the game on TV.
Pam was mad, but she knew Carl was right. Even if he had the time, he shouldn't have to be the one to do that. Hell, Bobby would probably be even more embarrassed than he already was if it was Carl that was invading his privacy like she'd just done. She was his mom and it was her job to help him. She would check again tonight before bed to make sure he did it right. To Carl's credit though, he did call his roofing buddy, explained the situation (to which they both laughed their asses off) and saved his job. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Carl was asleep and Pam had showered and was ready for bed when she knocked on Bobby's door. She'd prepared a plastic basin with warm, soapy water and a washcloth and carried it with her. As usual, Bobby had been hiding in his room all night, except to come out to use the bathroom or to grab something from the refrigerator. When he didn't answer when she shouted to him, she thought he might be already asleep so she cracked open the door and peeked into the room.
"Bobby, are you asleep?"
Bobby was startled.
"Sorry, Mom. I was listening to music with my earbuds. I didn't hear you knock."
"That's okay. I just wanted to check on you. Did you put your medicine on okay?"
"Actually, I was waiting for you. I wanna make sure I get it all covered. It really hurts and it's so fucking itchy I can barely stand it." Bobby answered.
Pam winced at both his language and at the thought of that rash on his most intimate of areas.
"I know Baby and I'm sorry. That's gotta hurt, but that cream should help the itch and I brought your Prednisone pills."
With that, Pam entered and closed the door behind her. She handed her son the pills and the glass of water from the nightstand, suddenly acutely aware of the fact that she'd forgotten to throw on her robe. She was wearing one of the negligees she normally wore at night and under normal circumstances, she thought nothing of it, it was her normal attire in the evening. He'd seen her wearing lingerie like this many times, but under these circumstances, she thought maybe a robe of some sort would have been better. She could feel her breasts swaying as she moved, unfettered under the wispy material.
"Take those pills and lose your shorts and we'll get you washed up and covered in anti-itch cream. That'll help a lot and you'll be able to sleep better."
Bobby took the pills his mother offered and then slowly pulled down his shorts. He was naked underneath, but he didn't seem quite as embarrassed as he had been this afternoon. Pam looked down and winced again at the sight. His penis lay in a nest of brown pubic hair and looked red and angry, as did the whole area surrounding it. Stretching below that, his ball sack was nestled between his thighs and looked just as bad. Even the thighs his sack rested between were red and inflamed. She shook her head and watched as Bobby washed everything and patted it dry. Then she handed him the tube of cream.
Bobby squeezed out a modest amount and began to gingerly rub it into his crotch. His mom watched as he did so, making sure he covered everything from his pubic bone to the inside of his thighs. Soon the only things left were the most sensitive areas- his dick and his balls.
Pam watched as he handled his dick, pushing and lifting it out of the way with his hands as he slathered cream on the hairy skin beneath it. She'd briefly wondered if he'd get hard as he manipulated it, but he was obviously too sore for that. He'd pushed his balls out of the way too, as he rubbed the cream into his thighs and she watched as they rolled and slid around in their sack. Pam knew it had to be painful but she was also fascinated by watching it. She had to remind herself that this was her son.
"Is it all rubbed in, Mom? I can't see it." Bobby asked.
"Mostly. You did a pretty good job, but you still have some cream in a couple of places."
Bobby seemed frustrated. "Can you just do it for me? I can't see it down there."
Pam was surprised at first, but hid it well. She knew it would be easier for him if she just did it for him, but it still caught her off guard.
"Umm, sure. Just let me put some gloves on."
Pam donned a pair of the rubber gloves and began. She used the tips of her fingers to rub away the excess cream he'd left in the areas she could see on his thighs and then used the back of her hand to move his penis out of the way so she could check his pubis. She really shouldn't have been, but she was surprised at the weight of it against the back of her hand as she pushed it. It was heavier than she thought it would be. When she was satisfied that she'd rubbed all the cream in properly, she looked down at his balls. His wrinkly sack was sparsely covered with short hairs. She could see an area he had missed on his thighs, so she lightly pinched the skin of his scrotum and lifted it out of the way.
"Honey... You missed the whole area under here." referring to his perineum and his asshole. "Do you want me to do it?"
Bobby sighed. "Just do it, Mom. I can't see it."
"Well, okay but you're going to have to lift your knees up and spread your legs so I can get at it."
Pam squeezed a dollop of cream onto her fingers as she watched her son bring his knees to his chest and then spread them apart, opening himself up to her gaze. She couldn't help but notice that her naked son was in the same position Carl got into when he wanted her to give him a prostate massage! Her breath caught in her throat as she realized it but she quickly pushed that thought from her head.
She reached between his legs and softly cradled his balls in her free hand and pushed them back toward the base of his dick and out of the way. Then she began to massage the steroid cream into his taint and around his asshole. She tried to be careful because she knew the angry skin there had to be painful, but she caught herself rolling his balls around in her hand and rubbing cream into the area around his starfish with a few extra strokes. Bobby didn't seem to notice or at least, he didn't seem to care, but Pam snapped herself out of her daze and came to her senses.
"Okay, Baby. That's it. We're all done. You should feel better soon. That cream will stop the itch shortly."
"Thanks, Momma. It feels better already. The burning's going away." Bobby replied as he dropped his legs back to the bed. He made no effort to cover himself up.
Pam stood back up and gazed down at her son. She heard the gratefulness in his words and saw the innocence of his naked body. In spite of his rash, he was totally relaxed and soothed. His embarrassment seemed to have dissipated somewhat, too. But with him laying there naked, she thought she noticed that his flaccid penis looked a bit bigger and puffier that it had been just 10 minutes earlier. She pushed the thought out of her head, bent over to kiss him on his forehead and realized immediately that her breasts, unrestrained in her loose negligee, were hanging right in front of his face and he was probably getting a close-up view. She planted the kiss and stood back up and couldn't help but notice that he was staring at them as she did so.
'Boys will be boys', she thought as she stood looking down at him, '...even when they're in pain.'
Pam pulled off the rubber gloves and threw them in his trashcan. Then she picked up the tube of medicine and took the cap that Bobby was handing to her. As she screwed it onto the tube, she looked back down at her son and saw that he was indeed staring at her breasts through the gauzy material of her top. She also saw that his penis seemed to be inflating just a little bit more.
'Oh well', she thought to herself as she tore her eyes away from his organ and picked up the basin of water. 'I think that's normal under the circumstances. He's never had a girlfriend' she reasoned, 'so he's never seen real live tits before. Naturally he's curious and his body is just reacting naturally.' She moved to the door and turned to look at his naked body again as she closed it.
"Good night, Bobby. Sweet dreams."
"Good night, Momma."
Actually, to be honest, she was a bit flattered by his attention. She was in her late 30's, but her body could still make a young man react that way. Still, he was her son so she tried to push those thoughts from her head as she headed to bed. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The next five or six days followed the same pattern: Three times a day, Bobby would wash the area with soapy water that his mom supplied and then they applied the cream as best they could. He never seemed to get better at applying it by himself, requiring Pam to help him more and more but in spite of that, she began to see improvement. She noticed the redness start to disappear and she was able to add more pressure to his tender skin as she massaged in the cream. Bobby told her that the burning was almost gone, but the itching remained.
On the morning of day seven, she noticed a big change when she opened the door to Bobby's bedroom to wake him up. She stopped short in the doorway as soon as she saw him. Instead of wearing his basketball shorts like he had for the last week, he was sleeping nude. Worse than that, he was sporting morning wood!
'Damn, he must be feeling better' she thought!
Over the past week, she had gotten familiar with his flaccid penis and had even seen his dick react to being manipulated, especially when she was the one handling it, but because of the discomfort involved, she'd never seen it get more than half hard. And because of the mild embarrassment he always felt when it happened, she always moved to another area and distracted him with conversation until it calmed down.
This was different though! He was lying there on his back with a full-blown hard-on...and the thing was massive! He was her son, but she couldn't help staring at it anyway. She'd always known that he was packing a lot down there because she'd seen him walking around the house in the tighty-whities he favored and she saw the impressive bulge he had. She even thought she'd noticed the occasional stiffy he seemed to get for no reason, but she had no idea what he was really packing when it was ready for action!
Bobby was young, fit and pretty skinny, which made his dick look even bigger, but it had to be 9 or even 10 inches long and thick enough that her hand would never have fit around it! She was very impressed and proud of her son. She knew that he was way beyond anything his father was packing. She remembered that her ex-husband, his father, was a 'shower, not a grower' but Bobby was obviously both a 'shower AND a grower'!
Pam had always been fascinated by penises, ever since she saw her first one as a young girl when a neighborhood boy showed her his and she got to watch him pee. Of course, back then she just marveled at the difference between what she had between her legs and what boys had. She thought that boys were lucky because they could point it and wave it around while they peed. And they could even stand up while they peed! No having to pull down their pants and underwear and having to sit down to do it! Then a few years later in health class, she learned about reproduction and hard-ons and penises became even more fascinating! How they could go from soft and supple and bendable like she'd already seen, to rock hard and grow big, pointing straight out and ready to make babies! Later that same year, a grown man had showed her his hard one and demonstrated what it could do when it was rubbed long enough and she was hooked! It actually shot stuff out of it! She thought the penis was the most fascinating part of the human body and she wished she had one of her own. Pam was lost in her reverie until she felt her pussy start to flood and she snapped out of it.
Bobby seemed to have come to terms with his nudity in front of her during the previous week and had even lost much of his embarrassment, but she knew he'd be mortified if she woke him up in this condition. She reluctantly closed the door and went to the kitchen where she started to empty the dishwasher. Clinking dishes and glasses and banging pots and pans on purpose, she called out,
"Bobby, are you awake yet?"
"Yeah, Momma. I just woke up", he answered groggily.
"Okay. Let me finish putting the dishes away and I'll be right in."
"Okay. No problem."
Pam looked down at herself and thought briefly about changing. She hadn't showered yet and was still wearing the negligee she had slept in. It was a red and black baby doll kind of thing, with an almost see-thru top and a matching thong that never stayed on long whenever Carl saw her wearing it! In fact, the thong had been thrown across their bedroom last night and she couldn't find it this morning, so she'd thrown on a pair of white, satin panties from her bureau drawer. Her breasts moved freely and swayed inside the top as she moved, making her nipples rub deliciously against the material, which she loved. Pam reasoned with herself that Bobby had seen her in this sleepwear before a number of times, so why worry about it now? Besides, he obviously never seemed to mind.
Five minutes later, Pam walked into the bedroom to see him covered with a sheet. She smiled knowingly. She set the basin of water down and said,
"Let's see how it looks this morning. "
Bobby threw off the sheet and explained his nudity.
"I've been wearing my loose shorts all day because the doctor said to let the air get to it as much as possible to keep it dry, but last night I figured I'd sleep without them and really let the air get to it."
Pam looked down at his naked body and saw that his hard-on had gone down, but was still chubbier than the softer penis she'd gotten familiar with. She laughed.
"I guess you did! I think that was a good idea. Let's see how the rash looks."
The redness on his thighs had completely disappeared as of last night and his scrotum looked much better. She picked up his heavy penis and looked at his pubis. With her free hand, she brushed through his pubic hair looking for rash or redness, but found none.
"How does your penis feel?", she asked, holding it in her hand. She heard her son catch his breath.
"Umm, it feels good", he stammered. "I mean, it feels fine. It's not sore anymore. It's just a little itchy."
Bobby's breathing was a little ragged and Pam felt his dick jump in her hand so she placed it back down on his stomach. She reached for his scrotum and pulled his balls upward, out of the way.
"Spread your legs more. I can't see."
Bobby pulled his knees up to his chest and spread them, trapping his mother's arm beneath the closest one. Pam kept hold of his balls, feeling them slide around in their sack as she gently rolled them with her fingers. She peered down at his ass crack and assessed its condition.
"Baby, the only area I see any redness or anything is between your butt cheeks and around your butthole. The rest looks pretty good."
"Does that mean we don't have to do this for much longer?" he asked.
His mother answered. "Honey, the doctor said at least two weeks and then until the last tube is gone. We really should keep going."
Bobby looked equal parts worried and relieved.
"You can put your legs down and let momma's arm go." Pam laughed.
Bobby laughed too, and dropped his legs back to the bed, freeing her arm. She let his balls go and watched them drop back into place. Bobby's dick was still swollen, almost half hard and Pam knew it was probably her fault. She tried to ignore it as she leaned over to reach for the box of gloves on the nightstand. She felt her nipples brush against the material of her top again and she also noticed Bobby watching her tits swaying as she moved. She shuddered with the feeling and didn't try to hide it.
She was happy that he was enjoying the sight of her breasts because she was proud of them and never tried to hide them from him. Although she didn't walk around the house topless in front of him, she never wore a bra at home and often wore skimpy or see-thru tops and she'd caught him staring at them often. He was a young man who until recently, had never had the opportunity to witness tits in the flesh. So if anything, she thought she was doing him a favor.
She jiggled her tits much more than she needed to as she put the gloves on and began washing him up. She felt, more than she knew, that he was intently watching her tits as they moved. She didn't look at his face because she didn't want to ruin the illusion that the show was by accident. She moved her body to make sure her tits swayed in front of his face for as long as possible as she washed his quickly stiffening dick and his balls, but when she finished and moved to wring the washcloth in the basin, Bobby immediately moved his hands to cover his hard-on.
Pam ignored his movement and began to pat him dry with a towel. Then she slowly opened the tube of medicated cream, hoping to give him more time to control himself. Eventually, she reached for his hands and moved them away. His dick was still hard and he looked to see her reaction but she pretended not to notice and squirted a big dollop of cream into his palm. He rubbed his hands together and she watched him spread it into his thighs and butt crack and rub it in. While she was waiting, she squirted a small dollop directly from the tube onto his scrotum and another on the underside of his stiff dick. When he was finished with his thighs, his hands moved to his balls and began massaging. Pulling the skin at the front of his balls sack caused his hard dick to lift with it and then slap down on his belly again and again. After the third or fourth time, Bobby turned red with embarrassment and couldn't ignore the state of his cock any longer.
"I'm sorry, Momma. I couldn't help it. It just sorta happened. I tried to keep it down."
He covered his offending organ with his hands. Pam smiled down at him and moved his hands to his side.
"Oh Bobby. That's perfectly natural. I'm surprised its taken this long. It's natural for a man's penis to get hard, especially when its getting rubbed and handled like yours has been for over a week now."
She ignored the fact that she'd also been blatantly displaying her tits to him.
"You have nothing to be ashamed of. You have a beautiful penis and its bigger than most." As an afterthought, she added, "You should be proud of it."
"Yeah, but you shouldn't show it in front of your mother, especially when its hard!" Bobby countered.
"True, but this is a special circumstance. You need help. Besides, what do you expect? You've been rubbing yourself in front of me for a week now. Hell, if you hadn't been so sore, this probably would have happened on day one and no one could've blamed you."
Pam tried to ease his discomfort by saying, "How about this: how about I promise we'll keep this just between us? No one has to know anything. Does that make you feel better?"
She could see the relief in his eyes as he looked up at her.
"Okay. That's good. Thanks, Mom."
Pam looked down at her son's hard-on again. It had begun to deflate slightly as they'd been talking.
"Bobby, guys get hard all the time for no reason at all. Hell, Carl gets a hard-on if the wind blows the wrong way! And you've got every reason in the world. Don't be ashamed. Like I just said, 'Be proud of it.'"
Bobby was still looking up at his mother with love in his eyes. He'd missed a mother's love and understanding for most of his life and he was happy to be where he was, finally. He watched as she smiled at him again and leaned over to kiss his forehead like she did so often. Dammit! There were her tits again, hanging right in front of his face! He looked down her top at the naked tits and pink nipples hanging there and sighed as he felt his cock begin to re-inflate again. So much for keeping it down!
"What do you say we finish this up so I can go make us breakfast?" Pam asked.
"Okay, Momma." Bobby answered.
Pam used two fingers to find the cream she had placed on the shaft of his cock earlier. It had warmed and it spread easily under her hands. She began smearing cream all over his dick and felt it pulsing under her palm. With one hand, she reached for his balls and made sure they were well covered. Her other hand stayed busy on his dick, twisting and massaging the cream into his hard, stiff organ.
Pam watched her son lay back with his eyes closed and relax on the bed. She could tell that he was enjoying the intense feelings she was giving him as she massaged the last of the cream into his dick. She could even feel his heartbeat as more blood was pumped into it until it was as hard as steel. She was enjoying it too, but she also knew she had to stop soon before it was too late. That was a step too far and one she didn't want to take with her son, so she slowed her strokes and stopped.
Bobby opened his eyes and looked up at his mother as she stared at his dick in her hand. She seemed to be in a daze again. He suddenly realized that he was holding his breath, so he exhaled slowly. His ragged breathing broke her from her trance and she turned her head to look at him, dropping his cock to his belly with a soft thud.
"There," she said. "I think we're all done for now."
Bobby said nothing as he watched his mom get off the bed, grab the basin and leave without saying anything else. Pam shut his door and went to the kitchen to dump the basin into the sink and thought about what just happened. What the fuck was she thinking? She almost went too far... maybe she had already gone too far! Helping him apply the medicine to his privates was one thing, but she'd practically masturbated him just then, wrapping her hand around his fat, hard cock and stroking him like that. She even caressed his balls! And worse yet, she enjoyed it! She enjoyed it very much! Pam had always been fascinated by dicks and while Bobby might be her son, he had a gorgeous cock and she couldn't help admiring it.
Her pussy was soaked as she thought about his young, hard cock. It was so willing to respond to her ministrations this morning, growing and stiffening under her gaze. She even felt it pulsing as the smooth skin slid through her creamy, lubricated hand. She remembered the feel of his ball sack as she held it, his balls heavy in her hand. They rolled like a pair of golf balls as her fingers manipulated them. They were firm and full.
Firm and full? She realized they must need relief! She thought he was probably in his bedroom jerking off right now and emptying them all over his stomach and chest! The thought made her realize that she also needed relief and she headed to her bedroom. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- "Bobby, Are you awake?"
"Yep. I'm awake."
"Okay, just checking. Are you ready for your meds? Its three o'clock."
"Yeah, I'm ready."
"Okay. Do you still want my help?"
"Yes, please."
"Okay. I'll be right in."
That was the answer Pam was hoping for. After this morning, she wasn't sure he'd want her in there anymore. She'd gone way overboard and she was afraid that he was upset at her and even more embarrassed than he had been before. She should not have touched it, much less massaged it like she had! Up until then, she had pretty much left his penis alone and let him massage the cream into it by himself but this morning had been different and she'd accidentally crossed a threshold of sorts and she was afraid of what was on the other side of the door.
Bobby was obviously less worried about the situation than she was because when she opened his bedroom door and entered, he'd already stripped off his shorts and was lying naked on the bed waiting for her! Pam was surprised, but walked over to the bed and placed the basin of water beside Bobby's hip and sat down. She wrung out the washcloth and began washing her son's crotch. Almost immediately, Bobby's cock began to inflate and Pam watched it grow and stiffen up as she washed him. In minutes, it was fully hard and Pam did her best to ignore it as she finished washing him up and grabbed a towel to pat him dry.
Pam picked up the tube of cream and as she removed the cap she smiled at him.
"Assume the position", she said.
Bobby knew what she meant so he spread his legs and pulled his knees to his chest. Rotating his hips forward pushed his hard dick almost to his navel and exposed his nether regions to her view. As she spread the cream into his ass crack and perineum, Pam realized too late that she'd forgotten to put on gloves. Undeterred, she was rubbing it all in when she accidentally added too much pressure and her slippery middle finger slid into his asshole, making him jump. Pam laughed and apologized and then pulled it back out.
"Sorry, Bobby! I didn't mean that, but you probably needed some up there anyway!"
Bobby laughed, too.
"Yeah, probably. Well, shit happens."
They both laughed at his improbable pun.
"Gross!", Pam laughed.
She told him he could put his legs back down and when he did, she began working on his scrotum. Squirting cream into both hands, she massaged it into the wrinkly skin. Just like this morning, every tug of the skin on his scrotum pulled Bobby's hard dick away from his belly. The difference was that she was the one controlling it now. Pam watched as she made it wave around like an obscene puppet every time she pulled down on his scrotal sack. Looking up past his hard cock, she saw Bobby's face. He was watching it too and he didn't seem embarrassed at all. In fact, he seemed amused. It seemed as though he had taken his mother's words to heart when she told him that it was perfectly natural and that it happened to all guys and that his was a beautiful one. She had told him that he should be proud of it.
Pam continued to play games with it as she watched his face and she noticed him wince when she tried to handle his testicles.
"Bobby, are your balls still sore?"
"They've been sore ever since this morning."
"From the poison ivy?" she asked.
"I dunno but I don't think so." He answered, "It's different. They hurt, but more like they ache."
Pam knew immediately what the problem was. It was the same ache Carl had whenever she neglected to empty his balls for more than a couple of days. She let go and watched them settle between his thighs. His stiff dick settled back onto his stomach and bounced there in rhythm with his heartbeat.
Pam picked up the tube of medicated cream again as she watched it bounce and squeezed more of the medicine into her hands. She slid one hand under his heavy penis and lifted it. With her other hand, she began to coat his hard dick with the medicated cream. She used both hands to slather it from root to tip as she watched his face.
Pam saw his eyes roll back in his head before he closed them and laid his head down on his pillow.
"Bobby, I think you have a case of 'blue balls'. Its something else all guys get once in a while. Its when too much fluid gets built up in your testicles."
"So how do I get rid of it?" Bobby asked, propping himself up on his elbows again and watching what she was doing.
Pam's hands froze and she gave him a surprised look.
"Well, your body will absorb it all eventually or you can masturbate and get rid of it quickly."
"What's that?"
Pam was even more surprised. Her hand began stroking again and she looked him in the eye.
"Masturbate. You know... jerk off. Haven't you ever jerked off?"
Bobby looked embarrassed but he didn't pull away from his mom and he watched her continue.
"Oh. Yeah, I did that a few times when I was younger but then my step-mom caught me and beat me with a belt until I was black and blue. She and dad would never let me shut my bedroom door again after that so I had no privacy, even in the shower, so I never got to do it again."
Pam's hand stopped stroking as she listened to her son speak. She couldn't believe what she was hearing. She knew his stepmother was a bitch, but this was a step beyond!. She shuddered as she shook off the horrible vision in her head and began slowly stroking and massaging the cream onto his dick again. She leaned forward and kissed his forehead and then sat up again. As she watched her hands rub up and down the length of his cock, she suddenly realized she'd completely missed something that he'd said.
"Did you just say, 'even in the shower'?"
"Yeah. When I was in the shower she said I had to leave the bathroom door open so I wouldn't play with myself. We had a glass shower door and she could walk by any time, so I had no privacy in there, either."
'That fucking bitch!', Pam thought to herself. That explained a lot, like why he wasn't really that ashamed to be naked in front of her, but mortified when he got a hard-on. Pam was equal parts furious at his stepmother and full of sadness and compassion for her son. She continued to stroke his cock as her heart broke.
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Bobby, you have all the privacy you want in this house. You do whatever you want, wherever you want and as often as you want! All I ask is that you don't make a mess and you clean up after yourself."
Pam felt her anger rising and it was threatening to bubble over. She looked down and saw a pained look on Bobby's face. Then she saw why. In her anger, her hand was stroking furiously on his cock! She inhaled sharply and let go. His cock slapped onto his abdomen with a thud. She noticed that the medicine was nearly all rubbed in, so she knew that had to hurt. She leaned over and kissed the tip of it and apologized for being so rough. After she kissed it, she tasted pre-cum on her lips. She licked her lips as she reached for the tube of cream and added more to her palm. Then she lifted his cock from his belly and began again, slower this time.
She ran her palm over the head of his cock and watched as it flared, growing even larger. She used a twisting motion to move her hand down the shaft to the root and then back up again, rotating as she went, before finally cupping the head with her palm again. She looked into Bobby's eyes as she did this and saw that he was intently watching her hand on his cock. He watched as she did this maybe a dozen times before he groaned, closed his eyes and laid his head back on his pillow.
Pam continued her ministrations as he lay there. She used her fingertips to softly grasp his cock under the rim of the circumcised head and twist her fingertips to slide around the circumference and that sent a shiver through his body. She reached down to gently lift his balls with her other hand and softly roll them in her fingers. Knowing they were overfilled and sore, she was careful not to squeeze them or handle them roughly. She just rolled them gently, feeling their weight.
Pam changed her grip on the shaft of his cock and began slowly stroking up and down the length of it. As she watched her hands moving over his manhood, she gave up any notion that what she was doing was actually for medical purposes. This was to give him relief from something other than his poison ivy rash! She also wanted to show him that he could come to her for love and support and she'd do anything to make him feel better. While she knew that this was over the top, she convinced herself that maybe this was really no different than his poison ivy in that she was simply helping to ease his discomfort.
From the angle she was sitting at, she could see Bobby's face at the same time as she watched her hand pump up and down on his cock. She smiled when she noticed that his eyebrows furrowed and his lips pursed whenever she sped up her strokes and then she watched the tension drain again when she slowed down. It took a few minutes of her playing before she noticed his hips moving in time to her strokes but when she did, she tried to keep a steady rhythm to make it easier for him to follow and thrust up into her hand. Another few minutes and she noticed that he was starting to shake and thrash his whole body around on the bed. Pam watched with fascination and bit her bottom lip as Bobby clenched the bed sheets in his fists.
"Mom, I think I'm gonna... Aaaahhhh!"
He hadn't finished his sentence when he raised his hips high and held it there. Then his body convulsed and the first jet of cum flew from his cock, sailed over his head and splashed onto his headboard. He grunted as he continued thrashing and the second jet hit him square on the chin and then splashed onto his face. He closed his mouth and turned his head as the third, fourth and fifth landed on his throat, chest and stomach with diminishing force.
Pam knew what was coming and kept stroking in perfect time with the pulsing of his cock as it erupted. What she didn't expect was the force and the size of his ejaculation. She marveled at the distance he shot his cum as she watched it splatter on the headboard! She wondered about the strength of the young muscles that propelled all that spunk that far as the second jet hit him in the face! She kept stroking him as she watched the third, fourth and fifth shots as they left his cock and then even more dribbled out as his cock kept pulsing.
When it was over, Pam stopped pumping on his cock and just held onto it. She could still feel it pumping and pulsing like it wasn't ready to accept defeat, but it had no more cum to give. Pam just stared at the cock in her hand, watching the thick, translucent white liquid flow from the tip and run through her fingers and onto his abdomen.
"Mom?"
Pam was in a daze. She looked up from his cock and stared into Bobby's face. She saw wonder in his eyes and cum on his chin!
"Mom, that was amazing! I've never felt anything like that before in my life!"
Bobby moved to wipe the cum from his face, which made Pam giggle as she looked back down at the cock resting in her hand. She noticed that her other hand was still cradling his balls.
"How do your balls feel now? Are they still hurting?"
Bobby had forgotten all about the discomfort he'd been feeling and was surprised that the pressure was gone. His testicles were still tender, but they didn't feel like they were about to explode anymore.
"They feel so much better now! Thanks, mom. That really helped."
Pam let his balls go and allowed them to settle back between his thighs. Reluctantly, she slipped her other hand out from under his tumescent penis and stared at the sticky mess in her hand. Her son's sperm coated her palm and strings of it connected her fingers as she spread them apart. She played with it like some kind of a fidget toy for a minute or two and then sighed as she reached for the wet rag still floating in the basin.
After cleaning her own hand, Pam washed Bobby's face and wiped down the headboard, displaying her naked tits to him again in the process. As she began to wipe the cum from his chest and stomach, she watched as his penis began to soften. She wondered what to say next, but it was Bobby who broke the awkward silence.
"Mom, can we keep this just between us, too?"
Pam laughed.
"I think that is a very good idea." ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- That evening, Pam noticed that Bobby hadn't come out of his bedroom at all for the rest of the afternoon which actually wasn't that unusual. He normally spent his free time at home locked away in his room playing video games and enjoying his privacy, but now she was once again afraid that he was embarrassed about what had occurred earlier in the day. He was so inexperienced that she didn't blame him. At 10 pm, she shouted to him through the door that she was tired and going to bed and to remind him to apply his medicine.
The next morning, she was sitting at the kitchen table drinking her morning coffee and absentmindedly playing a game on her phone when Bobby opened his door and walked past her on his way to the bathroom. She was shocked to see that he was bare-assed naked with a giant hard-on bobbing and leading the way! His cock bobbed and swayed as he walked and he grinned at her on his way by.
"Good morning, Mom!"
She sat there stunned and watched him walk by. He went into the bathroom without saying anything else and shut the door behind him. Pam was flabbergasted! What was he thinking? She knew morning wood was a thing, but he had been so blatant about it and hadn't seemed embarrassed about it at all! He looked proud of it and it seemed obvious to her that he was showing it off to her!
Pam heard the shower start running, so she shook her head and got up to make breakfast. Her short, gauzy-white robe did nothing to hide the fact that Carl had thrown her thong across the bedroom again last night and she hadn't bothered to replace it. Her auburn landing strip and tits were clearly visible beneath it, so she made up her mind to go and throw something on to cover up before he got out of the bathroom. Unfortunately, the frying eggs, sizzling bacon and the bubbling coffee maker masked the sounds coming from the bathroom and she didn't hear the shower shut off or Bobby come out. It wasn't until she plated up his food and turned towards the table that she found Bobby sitting there watching her. He was still naked and from her angle, she could see he was still sporting a hard-on.
"Bobby, what are you doing?", she asked.
Bobby stared at her blankly.
"I'm waiting for breakfast."
"I know. But you're naked..."
"I know I am. But I thought that after breakfast we could put the cream on and I'll get dressed after that", he answered.
"So you're going to sit there and eat breakfast like that?"
"Well, I was gonna..."
Pam saw disappointment start to spread across Bobby's face, followed by a flash of embarrassment. He covered his lap with his hands.
"Yesterday, you said...", he started.
Pam crossed the kitchen and placed his plate in front of him. She looked down and saw the head of his penis still sticking out above his hands as he hopelessly tried to cover it. His balls rested on the seat of the chair below his hands, between his thighs. Now it was Pam's turn to be disappointed and embarrassed. She reached down, grasped his hands and gently placed them back on the table.
"I know what I said yesterday, and I meant it."
She chose her next words carefully. She didn't want to discourage or embarrass him further.
"But there's a time and a place for everything. You know I don't mind nudity." She threw her arms out wide, to show off her attire. "This is what I wear around the house all the time, right? So, like I said yesterday, this is your house too and you can do whatever you want and you can dress however you want in here, but I gotta admit, you did surprise me."
She looked back down between his legs. His dick had deflated somewhat, but still looked huge.
"You do have a beautiful penis, okay? I think it's a gorgeous one, but you gotta be careful who else sees it. I'm sure other people wouldn't understand you just waving it around like this. And I'm sure Carl doesn't want to see you walking around here with a hard-on, you know what I mean?"
Bobby brightened up. "So, you're saying its another thing that should just stay between us."
Pam smiled at him. "If you really want to walk around here like that, then yes, it should stay just between us."
Bobby smiled back at her and then began to eat. Pam sat down with her coffee and picked up her phone. She began playing her game again, but looking out of the corner of her eye, she kept getting distracted by the sight of Bobby's dick, which was standing straight up again, hard as an iron bar and pointing proudly towards the ceiling.
All through breakfast, Bobby sported his hard-on and Pam couldn't tear her eyes from it. This was a new experience for her. Sure, she was used to seeing Carl's hard cock whenever he was ready to fuck, but seeing her young son's hard cock being proudly displayed as he sat there eating breakfast was a new experience. She'd read stories about nudist families and she'd often wondered what that was like. The stories always intrigued her and turned her on as she wondered what it was like to live like that. She always thought she could get used to everyone walking around naked, but Bobby's hard-on was throwing that thought into question.
She watched him as he sat there and ate with his dick on display and felt her pussy getting wetter. He might be her son, but he still had a big, hard dick and it was there for her viewing pleasure.
She thought back to yesterday and how it felt in her hands- hard and as stiff as iron, yet silky smooth and slick in her lotion-covered hand. She remembered how the head flared just before he came, giving her a warning of what was about to happen. She had panicked for a brief second, knowing she had gone too far and she almost stopped. But at the same time, she didn't want to ruin his orgasm on him and truthfully, she really wanted to see it, so she continued. She had given his cock a few more full strokes up and down the shaft and... 'Oh my god', she thought as she remembered how hard he came. She'd formed a tight ring under the rim of his glans with her thumb and forefinger and gave him short, quick strokes. His body went taut and his face grimaced. His cock had pulsed powerfully in her hand as she felt each spurt of cum travel up the shaft and shoot out of the tip. She remembered watching that first wad of sperm shoot out and arc over Bobby's head to splatter on the headboard. She couldn't believe how far it shot! She remembered being amazed, watching it drip down the wood when the second shot hit him in the face. Then she'd aimed his cock lower and watched the next few shots land on his chest and belly.
Pam shuddered as she remembered it all. She tore her eyes away from his cock and looked up to see Bobby grinning as he stared at her tits and her groomed pussy through the translucent material she was wearing.
She shook her head. "Geez. Doesn't that thing ever go down?", she asked.
"Nope. Not since yesterday!", Bobby quipped.
Pam laughed and tried to get back to playing on her phone as Bobby finished his breakfast. When he finally got up to place his dishes in the sink, he turned towards her, his dick pointing at her enticingly.
"So, are you going to help me this morning?"
"Of course I will, if you want me to."
Bobby turned towards his bedroom and called over his shoulder, "Of course I do."
Pam watched his cute, muscular ass disappear into the room and she thought to herself, 'With his cock and that ass to pound it in, he's going to make some girl very happy some day!' She got up and followed him into the room.
She had a plan.
Bobby was already lying on the bed when she entered and he was holding the tube of cream out to her. Since he'd already showered this morning, she didn't bother washing him up. She just took the tube and set it on the edge of the bed. She looked around his messy room, knowing that most of the clutter was just clothes that needed to be picked up, folded and put away. This played into her plan perfectly.
"I don't know how you can stand living in this pig sty!"
"Mom, its just clothes. I'll get to it", he answered in a typical teenaged way.
"Yeah! I'm sure you will. Here, let me get you started!"
She turned away from him, bent over and picked up a pair of pants off the floor, knowing that her shaved pussy lips would be visible to Bobby as she bent over. He'd seen her tits before, but this was the first time he would see her naked pussy. She straightened up again and folded them. Bobby said nothing, but she was sure he was looking. For the next fifteen or twenty minutes, she went around the room cleaning while Bobby laid there and watched her. The whole time he caught teasing glimpses of her tits, ass and pussy and his cock showed it. It remained as hard as the marble phallus on a Greek statue and danced with every new view. For her part, Pam acted like she didn't know what was happening even though she was acutely aware of what she was doing. It amused her to see how his cock was reacting and it turned her on. If he could show himself off, she could, too! She was definitely getting wetter.
Finally, she sat on the edge of his bed and picked up the tube of medicine. Although the doctor had said to continue treatment until the last tube was gone, neither one of them pretended this was a medical necessity any longer. They both knew however, that they would continue their charade at least until the medicine (and their excuse) ran out.
She squeezed out a dollop of cream into her hands and began spreading it on his ball sack and between his ass cheeks with her left hand. Her right hand got busy sliding up and down the shaft of his cock. When Bobby pulled his knees up and spread them, Pam was surprised, but she got the message and slid a finger down to his asshole and pressed it in. Obviously, she thought, he was too young and inexperienced to have formed an opinion that this was 'gay', or something that most guys didn't do. He just knew that it felt good! She searched for and found his prostate and began massaging it. Meanwhile, her right hand was cupping the head of his penis and palming it. Bobby was groaning as she massaged his most intimate areas, bringing him closer and closer to ecstasy.
Bobby's face was grimacing and he was already begging her not to stop, but Pam decided to teach him a lesson about patience. She slid her hand down the shaft of his cock and just held it there. Her finger in his ass stopped momentarily, still pressed against the walnut-sized gland she'd been stroking. She waited for Bobby to calm down and then began again. She started slowly stroking his prostate again with her finger in his ass and began keeping a slow, steady rhythm with her hand on his cock. Up to the head, twist over it, then slowly back down the shaft to the root. Over and over, keeping a slow, steady pace, she was teaching her son a tantric technique she'd used often on Carl.
Carl had explained to her that whenever she did this to him, it felt almost like an out-of-the-body experience. His body was gone and all he could feel was her hand (or mouth) on his cock. It was like his whole soul was centered in his dick until it finally exploded out of his body along with his cum.
Pam watched Bobby's face as she worked his cock and his asshole and watched his passion slowly build. His eyes were closed and his face looked relaxed. His breathing was deep and steady but it was starting to quicken. She watched her hand slide up and down over his cock, careful not to change the slow pace of her strokes. After a few minutes, she heard him softly groan and noticed his breathing had changed. His breathing was quicker and more shallow. He pursed his lips, holding his mouth in an "O". She was careful not to change her pace and just let his body do what it wanted to do.
With the slow pace of her hand on his cock, she could see that a drop of pre-cum had formed at his slit and she watched it until it finally dripped down his shaft and disappeared under her hand as she stroked. His body was starting to show some definite signs and she was an expert at reading them. She knew his orgasm was getting close, so she began to slowly speed up her strokes, trying to match it to his growing passion.
Because of the finger massage of his prostate, fluid began flowing more freely out of the slit at the tip of his penis and dripping down the shaft to mix with the creamy lotion already there, adding to the lubrication. Satisfied with that reaction, Pam slid her hand down his shaft to the base and held his cock pointed directly at the ceiling. With her other hand, she began finger fucking his asshole deeply, the tip of her finger still sliding over the gland inside.
This was usually enough to send Carl over the edge, so Pam was surprised that Bobby was still holding on. She looked up and saw that his head was raised and he was staring at her hand holding his cock. The look on his face alone, begged her to keep stroking but she looked away again, resolute in her decision to bring him off this way. Pam heard a soft, low growl start at the back of Bobby's throat and listened as it got louder and more insistent. She knew then, that Bobby was ready.
Bobby slammed his head back onto his pillow, pressed his shoulders into the mattress and arched his back, lifting his hips high into the air. He wasn't even thrusting, he just stuck his cock up as high as it could go, as if it was reaching for the ceiling. Pam watched it, fascinated as she held onto it and squeezed the base rhythmically, setting up the contractions that she knew would begin momentarily.
She first felt his orgasm as his asshole clamped down on her finger, followed immediately by pulses that she felt running up the cock in her hand. She let go of his cock and watched it fall back to his belly. At the same time, she rammed her finger deep into his asshole and rubbed quickly at his prostate, matching the contractions she felt from his starfish on her knuckle. She heard Bobby hiss and then groan as she watched his cock begin to dance and spray cum all over the room. She thought he'd grab his cock himself, but he didn't. With no one to control it and give it direction, Bobby's cock jumped and danced around with a mind of it's own. Gobs of cum flew everywhere and Pam watched it all happen in amazement. Strong muscle contractions caused his cock to jump off his belly and shoot wads of cum in the air with no direction at all. His cock reminded her of a fire hose with no control, spewing a never-ending fountain of cum. When Bobby's cock finally came to rest back on his belly, it was conveniently pointed straight at Pam and she watched as his sperm continued to flow from the tip of it and run down his hip.
Pam removed her finger from Bobby's ass, which caused his cock to jump twice more before laying back down in the pool of cum on his stomach. She was afraid to look him in the eye so ironically, she continued to watch his cock as it started to go soft. Soon enough though, she shook her head, grabbed a towel she'd set aside earlier, and began cleaning him up. She also saw that he'd shot cum onto the sheets and onto his blankets, too. It was everywhere.
Bobby broke the silence.
"Momma, that felt awesome. Thank you."
Pam smiled as she lifted his soft penis and cleaned up under it.
"Glad you enjoyed it, Bobby", she answered. "There, I think I got all of it."
Bobby nodded towards her. "No, some of it got on you, too."
Pam looked down at her open robe and saw that a streak of his sperm had run down between her tits.
"Shit! Well, I guess you owed me that one after I got you in the face yesterday."
Bobby laughed as he jumped out of bed and stood beside her.
"I guess I did!"
Pam sat at the edge of the bed and wiped off the sheet and started to wipe down his blanket. She knew she had to talk to him about what they'd been doing and the fact that it had to stop eventually, but when she turned to face him, she couldn't ignore the fact that his slowly softening dick was dangling right there in front of her face. He smiled and swayed his hips, wagging it at her. She laughed and swatted it.
"Go get in the shower and clean the mess you made!"
She slapped his ass as he turned and headed out the door. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The afternoon application was another chance to play although it wasn't nearly as intense as the morning's session and the rest of the week followed the same pattern. Twice a day, morning and afternoon, Pam got to service Bobby's willing cock and in the evenings, Carl's cock serviced her. Earlier in the week, Pam had sat Bobby down and explained that although he could practice his new form of nudism whenever he wanted as long as they were alone, the hand jobs had to end when the medicine tube was empty. The cream was their justification and when that was gone, so was their excuse. It was a silly notion, but somehow it made sense to Pam. However, it also seemed to Pam that the final tube was lasting far longer than she expected but when questioned, Bobby promised her that he was applying the cream himself every night. Even so, she was pretty sure he was saving the dwindling supply just for their morning and afternoon sessions and that made her smile.
But finally the last day came. That last tube was practically empty. The tube had been flattened and the dregs had been squeezed to the top and saved. Pam doubted that there was enough left to even complete the job but she'd make due.
Pam was sitting in her spot at the kitchen table with her morning coffee when Bobby came out of his bedroom sporting his usual morning hard-on and headed for the bathroom for a shower. Over the last week, this had become a morning ritual. She watched his hard-on with amusement as it wagged and bounced as he walked by her and she almost reached out to pet it as he went by, but she thought better of it and let him brush past. She thought it was cute the way he'd been proudly showing it off to her all week and wasn't ashamed of his nudity any longer. This morning, she was practically naked herself, wearing only a white robe, loosely tied at the waist. She was nude under it and both of her breasts were almost completely exposed.
"Well, good morning, Sleepyhead."
"Morning, Momma."
"What do you want for breakfast? We have your cereal or I can make bacon and eggs if you want."
Bobby stopped, turned in the doorway and thought about it. He was feeling rather 'adult'-ish lately.
"Just toast and coffee today." He smiled at her and then turned and closed the door behind him.
Pam was surprised. She'd never seen him drink coffee before and she was surprised about him choosing something other than sugary cereal, but she got up to brew more coffee and make toast. She heard the shower running as she placed cream, sugar, butter and a knife on the table where he always sat. When the coffee was ready, she poured a cup and placed that at his spot also. She was already back in her chair when she heard the shower shut off and a few minutes later Bobby opened the door and stepped out.
Pam was surprised at how disappointed she was to see that he had a towel wrapped around his waist as he stood there. She thought the bulge beneath the towel looked smaller than it had the past few mornings too. She briefly wondered if he'd taken care of things himself while he was in the shower, but as he looked her over and stared at the exposed flesh of her tits, it began to grow again and by the time he'd walked to the table, it was tenting the towel nicely. She knew she was the cause of the sudden change and discreetly loosened the sash at her waist, allowing the bottom to open slightly, too.
Bobby loosened the towel from around his hips and draped it over the seat of the chair and he sat down on it. His cock stood up proudly and as Pam looked at it, she marveled at how fast his equipment responded to just visual stimulation. She hadn't even touched it, but there it was, beckoning to her. Her view was interrupted when Bobby leaned forward and pulled his coffee towards himself and took a sip. He immediately sputtered and coughed into the cup, spilling the bitter liquid onto the table.
"UGH! This tastes awful! How do you guys drink this stuff?"
Bobby grimaced and put the mug back on the table. Pam giggled.
"I put cream and sugar in mine. That helps. Here, try that", she laughed. She pushed the pitcher of cream and the sugar bowl towards him. Pam watched, amused as he scooped spoonfuls of sugar into the cup and then diluted it with as much cream as the cup would hold. It had to taste like candy by the time he was done!
He buttered his toast and asked for jelly. Pam got up to retrieve it from the fridge and felt the sash at her waist loosen even more than it had been. When she reached into the fridge, her tits totally popped out, nipples and all, and as she shut the door and turned to return to the table, the knot gave out completely. The gauzy robe flowed behind her as she walked back, exposing her fully nude body to her son. Bobby inhaled sharply and stared as she walked back, taking in the sight and burning it into his memory. Her's was the first real, live, naked pussy he'd ever seen before and he couldn't tear his eyes away from the sight. Sure, he'd sometimes see the shadow of her landing strip beneath some of the clothes she wore around the house at night or in the mornings and he'd caught glimpses as she'd cleaned his room the other morning, but this was different. This was her naked pussy and as she got closer, the more details he could see!
He saw that the auburn hair on her pussy was short and neatly trimmed and it seemed to him to be freshly shaved on the sides. Because the triangle ended above her lips, she must shave it there, too! As she got closer, He could see the cleft of her pussy, where it dived in between her thighs, but because she was standing, he couldn't see anything else. When she got to the table, she paused to hand him the jelly jar and when he took it, she made a half-hearted attempt to cover up again. Neither of them mentioned it, but she noticed that Bobby didn't tear his eyes away from the close-up view of her pussy until she turned to sit in her chair again.
With that view now gone, Bobby turned his attention to Pam's tits as he ate. Sitting at 90 degrees to her, he had a view from the side and directly into the neckline of her robe which separated occasionally and gave him ample opportunity to see her bare, left breast as it hung there, the pinkish, brown nipple pointing slightly downward. Her right one was covered by the material of her robe, but the material was translucent enough that he could see her tit through it whenever it made contact with her skin. The view was sufficient enough to keep him hard as he ate.
Pam noticed that Bobby ignored the rest of his coffee and she smiled as she watched him eat the toast which was covered in gobs of grape jelly. He may have been trying to act like an adult, but his tastes still leaned toward childlike, sugary sweetness. When he was finished, Bobby pushed himself away from the table and leaned back in his chair, displaying his hard dick to her again. Pam made no effort to hide the fact that she was looking at it and Bobby let her stare as he spoke:
"Momma, are you sure this has to be the last time? The tube is almost gone."
He was hoping that the sight of his dick might make her change her mind. It was obvious that she liked looking at it and playing with it and he sure enjoyed it too, so what was the problem?. Pam anticipated this discussion and she tore her eyes away from his hard-on and looked him in the face.
"Bobby, we both know that what we've been doing is not supposed to happen. You're my son. I'm your momma. I'm not supposed to touch that", she said, pointing with her eyes at his hard dick. "You need take care of it yourself from now on."
"I know, Momma and I do... sometimes at night. But it feels so much better when you do it for me."
Pam was flattered, but it didn't soften her resolve. She got up and stood by his side.
"I know, Baby, but find yourself a girlfriend who'll do it for you. I'm your mom and I'm not supposed to be doing that. I was supposed to be helping you with your poison ivy, not getting you off. How would I explain it if we ever got caught? That medicine is a dumb excuse as it is, but now even that's gone."
Pam looked down at his disappointed expression, patted his shoulder and said, "I'm sorry."
Even Bobby's dick was looking dejected. Pam glanced down at it and saw that he was only half hard, lying flat and to the side, on his hip. Bobby saw what she was looking at and thought of something. He looked up at her hopefully and said,
"Well, there's still a little bit of cream left."
Pam hesitated for a bit and then smiled as she reached down and grasped his penis in her hand.
"Yes there is, so why don't we use it up and make this last one a special one?"
She gave his dick a couple of rhythmic squeezes and ran her thumb around the rim on the head of it. She felt it springing back to life and she smiled. Guys are so predictable! She stood there naked in front of him and played with it until it was hard enough and then gave it a couple of strokes.
"C'mon", she said. "Let's use up the rest of that tube."
Bobby grinned as she tried to pull him out of his chair by his dick.
"Do I have a choice?" he asked as he sat up and allowed her to pull him to a standing position.
"Not really... Doctor's orders, you know..."
Bobby laughed as she led him to the bedroom by his cock.
When they got to the room, Pam let go and Bobby used a pillow to prop himself up against the headboard and got comfortable on the bed while she grabbed the tube of cream off his nightstand. Right next to the tube, she spied a bottle of massage oil that she didn't even realize had been missing from her room. She smiled to herself knowing that he'd been using her oil to masturbate at night, rather than empty the tube of medicine any faster.
Pam sat on the edge of the bed next to Bobby with one foot on the floor and the other, spread slightly, bent at the knee and resting on the mattress and looked at him. He was stretched out with his cock pointed straight at the ceiling. He was practically vibrating with anticipation as he stared at her exposed pussy, so rather than start with the medicine, she began by rubbing his chest and his shoulders.
"Relax, Bobby. Let's take our time. There's no need to rush. If this is our last time, I want to make it special for you."
Pam continued to knead the muscles of his shoulders, chest and arms until she felt the tension draining from them. Although she was still facing him, she let her right hand drift down and felt the hard washboard of the youthful muscles of his abdomen. Bobby jumped and let out a giggle.
"That tickles!", he laughed.
Pam turned at the waist and tickled him again, making him jump a second time and try to get out from under her hand. Pam laughed with him as he wiggled out of the way, but her head was turned and her eyes were locked onto his cock as it jumped and flexed and swayed stiffly. Although she was putting an end to the hand jobs, she was glad she'd told him he was welcome to continue practicing nudism as long as no one else was around. She'd never get tired of seeing his stiff cock bouncing around all over the house every day!
I'm sorry" Pam laughed. "I couldn't resist, but I'm done now. I'm sorry", she repeated. She was still facing him, her eyes still locked on his cock.
She waited for him to calm down again and then replaced her hand on his abdomen. But this time, she continued to slide it down over his pubic bone and into the curly, brown thatch of hair at the base of his cock. She dragged her fingers through it and tugged on a few wisps of hair a couple of times before wrapping her hand around his hard pole. She stroked it agonizingly slowly a few times and rubbed her thumb over the tip of it. With no lubrication yet, his cock was dry so she was hoping for some moisture from the tip, but it was too soon and there was none to be found.
"Can I feel them?"
"What?" Pam was confused and turned to see what he was talking about.
"Can I touch your boobs?"
Pam looked down and saw that he was staring at her breasts. When she was tickling him, her tits had completely fallen out of her robe and were hanging there uncovered in front of his face, not that the material of her robe did much to hide them anyway. Her first instinct was to say 'No', because she thought there was a big difference between him seeing them and actually letting him feel them. On the other hand, she thought back to the very first time she ever exposed her breasts to him...
He was just a baby that first time and it was a memory that she'd carried with her ever since. She was lying in a hospital bed, having just given birth to him. She had given him life and he was dependent on her to maintain and nurture it. The pain of labor that she'd endured for the last few hours dissipated as soon as the nurse laid him at her breast. He was so pink and new and she remembered his tiny hand clutching at her breast as she moved her nipple close to his mouth. She expressed a tiny bit of milk from her nipple and saw him turn his head towards it. Maybe it was the aroma or maybe it was just instinct, but he immediately latched on and began to suckle as his little hands continued to knead her breast.
Jumping back to reality, Pam didn't answer him. She just looked him in the eye and leaned forward and offered him her breasts. She was just glad that he hadn't asked to play with her pussy, which she knew he'd been staring at.
From his vantage point propped against the headboard, Bobby had a great view of her boobs and he finally had her permission to do what he'd been wanting to do since the first time he saw them. He reached out with both hands and grabbed her boobs quickly.
Pam jumped and pulled back, causing her tits to fall from his hands.
"Oww!! Too rough!"
She saw the surprise on Bobby's face and softened her voice.
"You gotta go easy."
She let go of his cock and slid her hand down to caress his balls.
""Treat them like you'd want me to treat your testicles." and she gave his balls a light squeeze to make her point.
Bobby gave a slight jump and said,
"Sorry, mom."
He reached out and took her boobs in his hands again and began to caress them gently.
"Like this" he asked?
Pam relaxed, let go of his balls, slid her palm up the underside of his cock and grasped it in her hand again.
"Yeah, that's better. Just like that." She felt a familiar tingle between her thighs.
Pam softly and slowly stroked his cock as she allowed Bobby to explore her boobs with his hands. She had not expected the situation to rise to this level at all but in hindsight, she should have. It made sense. She had been flashing her barely veiled breasts at him for months now and the teasing had to have been getting to him. She had seen his cock rise often as he stared at her.
Bobby caressed the soft, smooth skin with his fingertips and lifted them to feel their weight in his palms. He felt her hard nipples in his palms and wanted to explore them, too. He let go of her boobs and moved his hands away until they were hanging right there in front of his face. Using just his fingertips, he began to caress her nipples and lightly pinch them. Pam jumped, but let him continue. The sensations she felt were intense and she felt the tingle between her thighs get stronger as he played.
Pam continued to stroke his cock as he played with her tits. They caressed each other and explored parts of their anatomy that had always been forbidden until now. They were taking advantage of the situation while it was here, knowing that it wouldn't last forever. Neither of them were taking advantage of the other...it was an unspoken agreement between them. Pam was the teacher and Bobby was an enthusiastic student.
Bobby carefully watched Pam's reactions and quickly learned his lesson. He began fondling Pam's tits and nipples exactly how she liked. Her breathing may have taught him all he needed to know but her hand on his cock was the real indication of her approval of what he was doing because he noticed that whenever he did something she particularly liked, she grasped his dick harder and her strokes came quicker.
Pam had leaned forward just a bit to make it easier for Bobby to play and when he lifted one breast to examine it closer, her hard nipple was pointed right at his face. Without thinking, he sucked it into his mouth and suckled, which caused Pam to groan and grasp his cock hard. She continued to squeeze his shaft as he sucked on her nipple and ran his tongue around it. Realizing that his sucking was causing her reaction, he switched to her other breast, sucking that nipple in turn. He began bathing both nipples with his lips and tongue, first one and then the other.
Pam felt her pussy flooding and her nipples were on fire as he sucked on them and she was torn between her desire to let him continue and the realization that this was going to far. Her body was aching for him to continue, but her brain was urging her to regain control. This was not part of her plan.
Reluctantly, she pulled away from him and sat up.
"I want to make this time special for you, but I can't if you're doing that."
"Sorry, mom. But I never touched real boobs before and I just had to."
"You don't need to apologize. You did it perfectly. But I can't do what I want to do, when you're doing that. Just lay back and enjoy."
With that, Pam stood up and told him to spread his legs. When he did, she got back on the bed, kneeled between his knees and began fondling his balls with one hand. With the other, she began stroking his shaft and making it as hard as only a teenager's can get. When she was satisfied with how stiff it was, she leaned forward and began kissing and running her tongue over the head of it as she stroked the shaft.
Bobby had slid himself lower on the bed but was still in a position where he could watch and he did so with amazement. She was licking his cock like an ice cream cone and the sensation he was feeling was indescribable! And she didn't seem grossed out at all! In fact, she seemed to enjoy it! As he watched her, he noticed that he could see her saliva-wetted tits hanging there in the background as she licked and he wished he could still reach and play with them.