Doting mother tends to her high-school son

I fell asleep without any answers before my hard-on flagged.

***

Mom woke me when she quietly entered my room that morning. Stretching and yawning, I glanced at the clock and saw that she was five minutes earlier than when I normally got out of bed.

“Hey,” I uttered.

“Good morning, baby,” she said. She came over and sat on the side of my bed.

I rolled on my side toward her, and she leaned down and kissed my lips.

“Feeling alright this morning?”

I nodded, rubbing my eyes. She caressed my shoulder.

“Sleep well enough?”

“Yeah,” I murmured, closing my eyes and enjoying her gentle touch.

“Can I see how the tape worked?”

“Hmm?”

“I would like to see how the new tape worked in keeping the bandage on your penis.”

I opened my eyes. “Yeah,” I said. Then, I felt it. I was rock-hard. “Wait–.”

“What is it, baby?”

“I’m–Mom, it’s–.” I couldn’t finish.

“You’re hard right now?”

I nodded sheepishly.

Looking thoughtful for a moment, she replied, “That might mean it is the best time for me to see–if you don’t mind showing me.”

I opened my mouth and closed it.

“Here,” she said soothingly. She put her hands on my shoulders and rolled me onto my back. “Close your eyes and just think of me as your nurse.” Her fingers curled under my comforter and sheets, and she began peeling them down. “I’ll take the quickest of looks, and we’ll be done, okay?”

I couldn’t say yes or no. I couldn’t move. I kept my eyes tightly shut, feeling the covers drop down over my knees.

She could see it now, I realized. The front of my boxers had to look obnoxiously misshapen. I waited for her to say something.

She didn’t.

Her fingers slid under my boxers and stretched them wide. I felt the waistband lower onto my balls. My cock breathed in the morning air.

Mom didn’t say a word.

I kept my eyes shut.

She tugged my boxers further down–to my legs. I was completely exposed to her, and I felt like a concrete piling down there. The skin around it felt abnormally–almost painfully–taut.

Why wasn’t she saying anything?

Two warm, soft fingers slid along my tummy, underneath my cock. They began to raise my hard-on up, toward the ceiling. It resisted her–that’s how hard I was. Adding the remainder of her fingers and grabbing the shaft, Mom brought my cock to a vertical position.

I wanted to open my eyes. What was she doing? Why hadn’t she said even a–.

“Well, I would call that a glorious success,” she announced. “Look, baby.”

I opened my eyes. The bandage was there and in good shape. Mom was right; her new tape had worked. But, I didn’t care so much about her scrunchy tape test; I cared about the warm, feminine hand that gripped the base of my cock.

“Yeah,” I muttered. “It–it worked.”

She smiled appreciatively, and then she looked down at the cock in her fist. Surveying it from a few angles, she remarked, “Just look at how tall and proud you are!”

The joy on her face as she uttered these words transported me. For the first time in my life, I saw my mother through my father’s eyes. That long, lush brown hair. Those big eyes and expressive eyebrows. The intimate smile, so ready to share her excitement with me. She was eminently desirable. Beautiful. Thrilling.