“Might be easier if you stand up,” she suggested and instantly I rose as she in turn knelt.
Her face level with my junk, I grew lightheaded as she reached out and cupped my testicles in her hand.
This was ridiculous. For starters, I hadn’t even been hit in the balls, it was my dick that had taken the full brunt of the blow. Second. My mother was on her knees, rubbing skin cream into said testicles! Was I dreaming?
“Ooh,” I gasped as she used both hands to cup and massage my shaved sack.
“Did I hurt you? See they’re still sore!” She looked up expectantly.
“No, it’s just cold.” I still had a hand over my cock, holding it in position vertically and I hoped she couldn’t ascertain as to my hardness.
“Sorry,” she smiled, her fingers sliding between my thighs then back, creeping up high on my groin before again rubbing my balls. “Would you like to move your hand?” She queried and it was the moment I’d been dreading.
“Um, it’s just…”
“What?”
“I’ve got…well…”
“Oh, come on Seth,” she grinned. “I’ve seen it all before.”
I was pretty sure she hadn’t in fact seen her son’s hard-on, but taking a deep breath, I removed my hand. If she was shocked, she didn’t let on. Admittedly I wasn’t fully erect for which I silently thanked God; this wasn’t meant to be sexual. She was just a concerned mother rubbing ointment over her adult son’s balls. The very thought had me more aroused and even as her eyes panned from her rapidly emptying container of skin cream back towards my groin, I grimaced at her expected disgust at seeing me swell before her.
To her credit she didn’t at first acknowledge my condition. Oh, she looked at it! But it was only as I noticed the skin upon her bare chest begin to blush that she gave away anything happening here was out of the ordinary. Her chest! The nightie not being overly hugging, from my vantage I could see right down between her boobs. They jiggled as she once more lathered my scrotum with the cream and I pictured her holding them as she ran the bases. What base were we on in our relationship right now? I humorously wondered.
She kept a hand under my sack as her other, the more lubricated, ventured up onto my cock proper. Not encircling me but smearing the cream up the underside of my shaft. It gave me a full-blown erection and as I twitched violently against her touch, it proved too much for her to continue to ignore.
“Well I didn’t expect this to happen,” she acknowledged, looking up into my face, a smirk upon her lips.
“I’m so sorry Mom,” I admitted, though skeptical in her assertion she didn’t expect something like this to occur.
“It’s okay Darling,” she insisted. “It’s natural. It’s also a good sign things are working correctly.”
Her positive spin was welcomed, as was her hand as she wrapped her fingers around me and worked the lotion up my length. This as she looked me in the eyes as if gauging my response to her manipulation. I was more than consenting, even moving my hips ever so slightly in a thrust as she slowly jerked my cock.
Finally, her eyes once more lowered and she was in time to see a dribble of pre-cum ooze from my eye. Unfazed, her thumb reached the head and smeared the clear fluid back down my shaft along with the cream. Another stroke from base to tip, her grip so tight. The hand cupping my balls pressed harder into my body, did she know it was pleasurable? Surely not. This wasn’t sexual. This wasn’t sexual, I repeated again to myself as she clearly increased her pace. Oh God, I voiced to myself as I felt it happen. What to do? I questioned as I understood what was about to occur. Pull away? Admit to her? My choices were moot.
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