“Qui–no. Carefully,” I replied, imagining the loose skin around my limp cock stretching to painfully shocking limits as the tape got yanked away.
She nodded. Tugging at an end with her fingernail, she managed to get under it. Using one hand to pull the tape and the other to keep my cock steady, she slowly peeled the adhesive strip free. Even so, she had to use a finger to pull the stretching skin of my cock away from the tape as she went around. It wasn’t so bad.
Once both sides of the tape were free, she carefully peeled the bandage back, but it got caught on the dried blood. I winced.
She looked up at me. “Sorry, baby.”
I nodded.
She tried again.
“Ow.”
“Alright,” she said, quitting and staring at the place where the gauze clung to the tip of my dick. “Maybe–,” she muttered to herself. Then, she brought her finger to her lips and ejected a small dollop of saliva there. “If I moisten it just a teensy bit–,” she added, applying the spit to the joint. Pulling carefully, the gauze came free. “There!”
She glanced up at me proudly, and I mastered myself for long enough to mutter, “Thanks.”
Spinning from me, she began to gather her next set of supplies. I stood there, astonished. My mom, I told myself, had just rubbed her own spit into my dick. There was mommy saliva on my knob.
The tool she first brought out was a magnifying glass. Do I need to make clear how embarrassing it is when one’s mother is on her knees looking at one’s dick through a magnifying glass?
“Still swollen,” she muttered. “I don’t like the redness, but it isn’t hot.” She moved and looked. She lifted it and felt. “I don’t think it’s infected.”
Putting away the magnifying glass, she cleaned the area with an alcohol swab–ow!–applied a fresh coating of ointment, and bandaged it anew.
“Very good, baby,” she said, looking up at me. “I think you’re on the mend.”
I nodded.
“How good is your mother at nursing?”
“She’s the best,” I said, nodding appreciatively.
Mom beamed, and then she lifted my cock and kissed the very tip–the slit. Letting it down, she rose and said, “I don’t care where my babies are hurt; I’ll always kiss them and make them feel better.”
Clearing my throat, I muttered, “I know, Mom.”
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