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Chapter 2
Dinner was very quiet that night with the four of us, especially Tim. Will tried to engage him in conversation a couple of times, to no avail. After supper Cara went out and Will and I watched t.v. for a while before going to bed. As we lay there I told Will about what happened with Tim during the shower.
“Well what do you expect?” he laughed. “Boys at that age are walking hormones! You just look at them and they get an erection”
“Yea, but the problem is he can’t…you know..relieve himself with his hands all bandaged up” I explained.
“Oh, yea” Will said. “Well, he’ll just have to suffer.”
“Isn’t there something I could do?” I asked.
“Like what?” he asked.
“I don’t know. Not clean him there?” I suggested.
“It has to be done, for his own health.” Will said. “He’ll just have to suffer through it. Believe me, nothing short of a hand job is going to help, and we don’t want to go there!”
He rolled over and went to sleep, but I lied there, really troubled over my poor boy’s predicament. I had difficulty falling asleep, Will’s last words running through my mind.
The next morning Will and Cara were gone early, leaving just Tim and I at home. He seemed in better spirits as we chatted over breakfast. At one point later in the morning he asked me to help him out in the bathroom and we got through it without any embarrassing moments.
It was later that morning, when I suggested he get ready for his shower, that you could see a change in his mood.
We got ready just like yesterday and got all the way through it, when there was just one area left to wash. I soaped up the cloth and I could see Tim’s body language stiffen as he awaited my hands on him. Once again I tried to be quick, but this time I had no sooner started washing his inner leg when his member became rigid! I rushed through the area, finishing with a hasty swipe along the length of his penis.
“Uhhhhhhhhh!” Tim moaned as I finished up.
“Are you o.k, hon?” I asked.
“I guess” he responded. “It’s….just painful not being able to…relieve it”
“Well, maybe if you just go lie down.” I suggested.
“Mom! That’s not going to do it. Didn’t you ever hear about blue balls?” he asked.
“Of course” I replied. “Guys would complain about girls getting them all excited and then leaving them……..” I stopped. I got the message.
“Exactly” he said.
“Oh. Baby! I’m so sorry. What can I do?” I asked.
“Nothing I can think of” he replied. “Nothing that’s not against the law”
His words cut right through me as I also thought about what Will had said.
“Well, honey..uhm…these are very unusual circumstances.” I started “What if I…soap you up down there until you get some relief?”
I couldn’t believe I just said that, but I also couldn’t stand to see him in such pain.
“Are you saying what I think your saying Mom??” he asked, incredulously, with his back still towards me.
“Yes” I said, not wanting to discuss it any further.
“I…I wish I could say it wasn’t necessary…but…” he started
“Shhhhhh!” I admonished and started soaping up the cloth.
I reached around him again and gently cradled his erection, letting the cloth itself do most of the work. I simply slid it up and down his length, causing just enough friction to get the job done.
“Ohhhhhhh” Tim softly moaned in response to my light touch.
It didn’t take long before I could feel him twitch in my hand and his ass clench as he ejaculated in long streams against the shower stall wall. I continued to slide the cloth across his member until he stopped and his whole body relaxed
“Are you o.k.?” I asked as I dropped my hand.
“Yea…better” he responded, out of breath.
We quickly got out, dried off and dressed without saying anything, though it was obvious that I had no problem getting his shorts on this time.
That evening Tim was in a better mood and joined in on the conversation and even helped clean up afterwards. It was good to see that I was able to help him this afternoon
and I saw no reason to tell Will what I had done. I worried that he wouldn’t understand and might find something perverted in it. Besides, it wasn’t like I was going to need to do it every day.
The next day Tim came to me right after breakfast suggesting he take his shower since he had some friends coming by after lunch. I agreed and I told him to meet me in my room. As I was getting changed I noticed my bra was still damp and rather uncomfortable going on. It certainly wasn’t made to be worn wet and was starting to chafe in some areas. As soon as I was ready Tim came in and we got prepared to get in the stall.
“Uh, Mom” Tim started. “At night I have a tough time finding the right position to sleep because of my hands and now I’m waking up with a stiff back and neck”
“Oh. You poor thing!” I responded. “How can I help you?”
“Well, I thought if you could sort of give me a message while you wash me, maybe you could loosen me up” he suggested.
“Oh, sure” I agreed. “Lets get in”
As we entered the stall I realized the best way to do this was to forget the cloth and use my bare hands on his back and neck. I seemed able to work some of the kinks out of Tim’s back and neck with some strong hand message.
At the same time my bra, which by this time was soaked, began biting into my flesh and chafing.
“Owww” I grunted as I messaged his back.
“What’s wrong Mom?” Tim asked from over his shoulder.
“Oh, it’s this damn bra. It’s really rubbing me the wrong way.” I explained.
“Why don’t you take it off?” he asked.
“What??” I asked, not sure I heard him right.
“Take it off. I won’t look, I have my back to you anyway” he said.
“Uh, I don’t know” I replied, although the thought of getting it off really appealed to me.
“Oh go on, I promise not to turn around.” he said
I thought about it for a moment and decided I had to have some relief, this thing was killing me. Keeping my eye on him, I unhooked the bra from behind and shrugged my shoulders, causing it to fall and land in my hands. I tossed it over the shower door, feeling immediate relief.
I resumed my washing and messaging and realized that, with the tight quarters, I couldn’t help touching his back with the tips of my breasts. I don’t know whether it was just the contact or the motion, but my nipples became stiff as they grazed his back. I felt a tingle develop through my body and had to admit that I was enjoying the sensation. I also knew that Tim had to feel my nipples brushing his back, even though he didn’t show it.
I tried to concentrate on just getting him washed and getting out
As I worked my way down his leg I couldn’t help but notice his penis start to lengthen and rise. I should have realized that Will was right about young boys and their raging hormones. It was then that I remembered that, without the washcloth, I was going to actually have to put my bare hands on him. I gently washed his ass and made my way down his legs. I worked my way back up his leg and stood up, grabbing the soap and working it in my hands. I held my breath for a moment and then reached around and placed my hands on his genitals, sweeping one under his testicles as the other quickly swept over his distended penis.
“Whhhhhuuuhh” Tim took in a sharp breath at the feeling of my bare hands on him.
I quickly released him and told him to rinse.
“Uh, Mom?” he said
“Yea?” I responded, nervous about what he wanted.
“Uh, could..uh..you help me out again?” he asked.
I knew he was talking about his condition and looking for the same relief I gave him yesterday.
“Do you really need it?” I asked. “I thought you’d be o.k. for a few days”
“Not really” he answered “I kind of need some relief every day”
“Oh” I responded, trying not to sound too reluctant. “All right, I guess.”
I soaped up my hands and reached around him again, placing one around his swollen member. I gently began moving my hand up and down his entire length, trying to bring him off as quickly as possible. I was trying to keep my mind occupied on other things as I stroked his penis, not wanting to think about what I was doing.
“Ohhhhhhhh!” Tim suddenly gasped as his member twitched and expanded in my hand.
He quickly started discharging long streams of sperm against the wall. I stopped stroking and just held him in my hand as he climaxed, twitching in my grip.
I quickly removed my hand and rinsed it off and asked him to stay put while I got out and covered up. As soon as I had the towel around me I told him it was o.k.. He came out, much to my surprise, displaying none of the modesty he had shown every other day. There was no attempt to hide his nakedness and he stood facing me as I dried him off. When it came time to dress him I couldn’t help but take notice of his still semi-hard member hanging there in front of me. I quickly pulled his shorts up and he turned and left. As I removed the towel I realized my nipples were still hard and I was slightly out of breath.
Dinner was very quiet that night with the four of us, especially Tim. Will tried to engage him in conversation a couple of times, to no avail. After supper Cara went out and Will and I watched t.v. for a while before going to bed. As we lay there I told Will about what happened with Tim during the shower.
“Well what do you expect?” he laughed. “Boys at that age are walking hormones! You just look at them and they get an erection”
“Yea, but the problem is he can’t…you know..relieve himself with his hands all bandaged up” I explained.
“Oh, yea” Will said. “Well, he’ll just have to suffer.”
“Isn’t there something I could do?” I asked.
“Like what?” he asked.
“I don’t know. Not clean him there?” I suggested.
“It has to be done, for his own health.” Will said. “He’ll just have to suffer through it. Believe me, nothing short of a hand job is going to help, and we don’t want to go there!”
He rolled over and went to sleep, but I lied there, really troubled over my poor boy’s predicament. I had difficulty falling asleep, Will’s last words running through my mind.
The next morning Will and Cara were gone early, leaving just Tim and I at home. He seemed in better spirits as we chatted over breakfast. At one point later in the morning he asked me to help him out in the bathroom and we got through it without any embarrassing moments.
It was later that morning, when I suggested he get ready for his shower, that you could see a change in his mood.
We got ready just like yesterday and got all the way through it, when there was just one area left to wash. I soaped up the cloth and I could see Tim’s body language stiffen as he awaited my hands on him. Once again I tried to be quick, but this time I had no sooner started washing his inner leg when his member became rigid! I rushed through the area, finishing with a hasty swipe along the length of his penis.
“Uhhhhhhhhh!” Tim moaned as I finished up.
“Are you o.k, hon?” I asked.
“I guess” he responded. “It’s….just painful not being able to…relieve it”
“Well, maybe if you just go lie down.” I suggested.
“Mom! That’s not going to do it. Didn’t you ever hear about blue balls?” he asked.
“Of course” I replied. “Guys would complain about girls getting them all excited and then leaving them……..” I stopped. I got the message.
“Exactly” he said.
“Oh. Baby! I’m so sorry. What can I do?” I asked.
“Nothing I can think of” he replied. “Nothing that’s not against the law”
His words cut right through me as I also thought about what Will had said.
“Well, honey..uhm…these are very unusual circumstances.” I started “What if I…soap you up down there until you get some relief?”
I couldn’t believe I just said that, but I also couldn’t stand to see him in such pain.
“Are you saying what I think your saying Mom??” he asked, incredulously, with his back still towards me.
“Yes” I said, not wanting to discuss it any further.
“I…I wish I could say it wasn’t necessary…but…” he started
“Shhhhhh!” I admonished and started soaping up the cloth.
I reached around him again and gently cradled his erection, letting the cloth itself do most of the work. I simply slid it up and down his length, causing just enough friction to get the job done.
“Ohhhhhhh” Tim softly moaned in response to my light touch.
It didn’t take long before I could feel him twitch in my hand and his ass clench as he ejaculated in long streams against the shower stall wall. I continued to slide the cloth across his member until he stopped and his whole body relaxed
“Are you o.k.?” I asked as I dropped my hand.
“Yea…better” he responded, out of breath.
We quickly got out, dried off and dressed without saying anything, though it was obvious that I had no problem getting his shorts on this time.
That evening Tim was in a better mood and joined in on the conversation and even helped clean up afterwards. It was good to see that I was able to help him this afternoon
and I saw no reason to tell Will what I had done. I worried that he wouldn’t understand and might find something perverted in it. Besides, it wasn’t like I was going to need to do it every day.
The next day Tim came to me right after breakfast suggesting he take his shower since he had some friends coming by after lunch. I agreed and I told him to meet me in my room. As I was getting changed I noticed my bra was still damp and rather uncomfortable going on. It certainly wasn’t made to be worn wet and was starting to chafe in some areas. As soon as I was ready Tim came in and we got prepared to get in the stall.
“Uh, Mom” Tim started. “At night I have a tough time finding the right position to sleep because of my hands and now I’m waking up with a stiff back and neck”
“Oh. You poor thing!” I responded. “How can I help you?”
“Well, I thought if you could sort of give me a message while you wash me, maybe you could loosen me up” he suggested.
“Oh, sure” I agreed. “Lets get in”
As we entered the stall I realized the best way to do this was to forget the cloth and use my bare hands on his back and neck. I seemed able to work some of the kinks out of Tim’s back and neck with some strong hand message.
At the same time my bra, which by this time was soaked, began biting into my flesh and chafing.
“Owww” I grunted as I messaged his back.
“What’s wrong Mom?” Tim asked from over his shoulder.
“Oh, it’s this damn bra. It’s really rubbing me the wrong way.” I explained.
“Why don’t you take it off?” he asked.
“What??” I asked, not sure I heard him right.
“Take it off. I won’t look, I have my back to you anyway” he said.
“Uh, I don’t know” I replied, although the thought of getting it off really appealed to me.
“Oh go on, I promise not to turn around.” he said
I thought about it for a moment and decided I had to have some relief, this thing was killing me. Keeping my eye on him, I unhooked the bra from behind and shrugged my shoulders, causing it to fall and land in my hands. I tossed it over the shower door, feeling immediate relief.
I resumed my washing and messaging and realized that, with the tight quarters, I couldn’t help touching his back with the tips of my breasts. I don’t know whether it was just the contact or the motion, but my nipples became stiff as they grazed his back. I felt a tingle develop through my body and had to admit that I was enjoying the sensation. I also knew that Tim had to feel my nipples brushing his back, even though he didn’t show it.
I tried to concentrate on just getting him washed and getting out
As I worked my way down his leg I couldn’t help but notice his penis start to lengthen and rise. I should have realized that Will was right about young boys and their raging hormones. It was then that I remembered that, without the washcloth, I was going to actually have to put my bare hands on him. I gently washed his ass and made my way down his legs. I worked my way back up his leg and stood up, grabbing the soap and working it in my hands. I held my breath for a moment and then reached around and placed my hands on his genitals, sweeping one under his testicles as the other quickly swept over his distended penis.
“Whhhhhuuuhh” Tim took in a sharp breath at the feeling of my bare hands on him.
I quickly released him and told him to rinse.
“Uh, Mom?” he said
“Yea?” I responded, nervous about what he wanted.
“Uh, could..uh..you help me out again?” he asked.
I knew he was talking about his condition and looking for the same relief I gave him yesterday.
“Do you really need it?” I asked. “I thought you’d be o.k. for a few days”
“Not really” he answered “I kind of need some relief every day”
“Oh” I responded, trying not to sound too reluctant. “All right, I guess.”
I soaped up my hands and reached around him again, placing one around his swollen member. I gently began moving my hand up and down his entire length, trying to bring him off as quickly as possible. I was trying to keep my mind occupied on other things as I stroked his penis, not wanting to think about what I was doing.
“Ohhhhhhhh!” Tim suddenly gasped as his member twitched and expanded in my hand.
He quickly started discharging long streams of sperm against the wall. I stopped stroking and just held him in my hand as he climaxed, twitching in my grip.
I quickly removed my hand and rinsed it off and asked him to stay put while I got out and covered up. As soon as I had the towel around me I told him it was o.k.. He came out, much to my surprise, displaying none of the modesty he had shown every other day. There was no attempt to hide his nakedness and he stood facing me as I dried him off. When it came time to dress him I couldn’t help but take notice of his still semi-hard member hanging there in front of me. I quickly pulled his shorts up and he turned and left. As I removed the towel I realized my nipples were still hard and I was slightly out of breath.
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