Doting mother tends to her high-school son

“You were listening at her door.”

“So?”

She shook her head and went to her room.

I went to mine, not wanting to get caught again. Lauren would have used most of the hot water, I told myself, so I’ll shower in the morning.

Laying on my bed and puzzling over the conversation I had heard, I understood two things. First, Dad knew about the cock kisses, and it seemed like he was good-naturedly teasing Mom over them. Second, Mom wasn’t particularly ashamed about the situation; she saw the joy in it, too.

But there was something else, and I told myself I couldn’t name it because I didn’t hear the rest of their conversation. That wasn’t exactly true. A subconscious thought tickled my waking mind–something I knew or suspected but found too alarming to let the notion take shape and consider.

Shaking it off, I told myself I had a job to do. The door was locked, and I had a clean towel beside me. I pulled off my jeans and tugged down my boxers. It would be easier, I knew, to strip off the bandage once I was hard. I closed my eyes and let my mind latch onto the image of one of my female classmates, a popular, skinny one.

I put us in a scenario and added to it. Soon, we were making out. I imagined her fingers exploring my cock, checking it out.

Nothing was happening. I opened my eyes.

Sighing, I decided to imagine a different girl, a darker, more voluptuous one. Two minutes into the newer, dirtier scenario, I quit again.

“Damn it,” I whispered.

Mom, my thoughts suggested. She can help you now.

I closed my eyes and let her loving presence saturate my mind. Her soft, lingering touches. Her eyebrows and how they pinched together to express her warm compassion. Her smile when she looked at my cock. Her lips. The way she called me “Baby” with such affection.

All the kisses. Each one, and especially the last one–the one where she latched onto the underside for a fleeting, astonishing second.

I opened my eyes and stared at the tower before me. Removing the bandage was easy, like peeling wall putty from smooth steel. Setting the gauze and tape aside, I closed my eyes and began.

It didn’t hurt. I buzzed with warmth; it was dizzying. I had to quit because it was happening so quickly. Gasping, I let go of myself and swore, feeling my dick throb in the air.

There was a knock at my door.

“Yeah?”

The handle turned and caught on the lock. “It’s me, baby. Can I come in?”

“Wait,” I said. Standing, I yanked up my shorts. At the door, I stood behind it as I unlocked and opened it for her.

Mom walked inside wearing a tight tank top and her fuzzy pajama bottoms. Her hair had been pulled into a sprightly ponytail.

I closed the door, and she reached out for me. Too captivated by her presence, I didn’t resist her embrace; I welcomed it. Cradling the back of my head, she kissed my lips very softly, and my hard cock landed upon and throbbed against the smooth plain of her tummy.

“Oh!” she huffed, stepping back and seeing it warp the front of my boxers. “I’m sorry, baby. Were you–?”

I went back to my bed without a word, and I pulled down my boxers. Mom watched my cock wobble.