Mother’s Helping Hand Ch. 02

That night as he lie in bed Josh in bed awake and confused. His ejaculation was a blessed relief, and yet at the same time it was nearly mortifying. He had always been so careful about masturbating. He was always so quiet, and when he came he was ready with a small washcloth to catch the stuff and clean himself. He tried to never get any on the bed and he always slipped the cloth into the shower with him the next day. He’d towel off leaving the clean thing hanging so innocently.

But that was then. Now it seemed as though with his accident came the denial of any self-gratification and it seemed that with that denial his urges increased. But with his release that evening at the hands of his own mother came the confusion.

Shouldn’t she have freaked out? Shouldn’t she have scolded him for having a dirty mind or something? Shouldn’t she at least have rushed away in her own embarrassment? But she didn’t do any of those things. Instead she kept caressing his dick, stroking him and bringing him to an amazing climax. Then she shrugged it off as if it were a part of the natural course of things.

Was it? Jerking-off was. Everybody did it, and everybody hid it. But now that he could neither do it or hide it, maybe this was how things were, or how they naturally progressed. He thought long and hard about that as sleep took him.

Karen was very proud of herself. After the shower and all through supper she had been as cool as cool. She did the dishes, then made popcorn and joined Josh watching a ball game. After the game she saw him off to his room, helped him get into his pajamas and then said good-night. And there wasn’t a ripple of tension or unease all that evening.

She was getting ready for bed before she could really take the time to think about what had happened. The boy’s orgasm was, she figured, inevitable. The poor dear must have been so pent up. She remembered that before the accident he was almost constantly whacking-off at night. In the morning she could smell the sweat in his room and the unmistakable scent of a man’s cum. And there was always that extra washcloth in the shower all wet and hanging beside the one that she had set out. At least, she thought, he was clean about it.

It bothered her some, but talking to some of the other mothers at work, and reading about it on the internet she realized that it was perfectly natural and normal. Girls were different. They needed more imagination and more physical stimulation. Still, she remembered taking herself around the world a time or two when she was a teen, which settled her mind and she thought nothing more of it. But now she could only imagine Josh’s frustration, and his accidental climax in her hand was only to be expected.

As she stood before the mirror clad only in her panties she understood more. She had a fine form, unlike the other mothers who had let themselves go. And she knew that she was a focus of the fantasies of many of Josh’s friends — the way they’d gape sometimes made her giggle inside. And it also made her a little proud and pleased. She could only imagine the bewilderment her boy was going through.

So as she slid her nightgown over her head and the silken fabric nestled and snuggled her breasts, she crawled into bed feeling certain that the incident would happen again; as long as he was bandaged Josh would likely have more orgasms by her own touch. And, she determined that if at some time that orgasm was not accidental — she would be ready.

The next day Karen was feeling more confident with Josh’s progress and so wasn’t so shy about leaving him alone — for a little while. She planned to stop into work later in the day. After breakfast they sat at the table and did his homework. She noticed that he would steal glances at the lace trim of her nightgown. She also noticed that the skin on his arms and knees looked a little dry and flakey. The doctors had warned her that that was a side effect of the medication. So she left for the office to pick up her own homework and on her way back she stopped at the pharmacy and bought some baby oil.

While she was away Josh watched TV. He didn’t dare look at his secret magazines, and the computer was simply out. He tried to avoid it, but that soap opera eve gelen escort captured him again. The cameras seemed to take every opportunity to show the actresses” flesh. The lighting was always low and moody, and the tanned, toned bodies before him seemed to glow. Even the commercials seemed designed to titillate; they could make shampoo an object of desire and he was getting aroused just watching silky, shiny hair flowing in some manufactured wind.

Hs finally had to shut the thing off. He did his exercises and that brought him down some. After almost an hour he flopped back on the couch. He was pretty sweaty. He turned the soap back on, clutched a throw pillow to his crotch and humped it, just a little.

“I’m home,” Karen cried from the living room. “Whatcha watching?”

“Nothing!”

He tossed the pillow. He tried to grab the remote and change the channel, but his sweaty toes dropped the thing.

“Whoa,” Karen said standing in the doorway. “That is some dress she’s hardly wearing. I didn’t know that you were into the soaps.”

“Naw,” he said trying to sound nonchalant. “I was just surfing around.”

“I see you exercised.”

“Yeah, and I need a shower. Sorry.”

“No problem.”

She wore cut-offs and another tee shirt in the shower. This time she wore a bra, but still the silhouette of the pretty thing clutching her body was a thrill in itself. She seemed to be in a hurry, and he figured that she was eager to get to her work. She scrubbed him thoroughly; she even washed his penis and balls lathering them up well. But he was only half hard when she rinsed him and soon enough she was drying him with her towel trick.

But once she had gotten his underwear and shorts on she began applying some lotion to his skin.

“What are you doing?” he asked.

“Your skin is flaking,” she said as she rubbed. “It’s just baby-oil. They said this might happen. It’s because of your meds. Turn around.”

She massaged the oil into his shoulders and arms, his chest and back. And then she knelt down and began on his thighs. Her fingers felt even softer as the lotion warmed and glided along his skin. She began working his inner thighs and he felt that quiver as she worked higher and higher. His shorts hid his bulge.

“Um,” he said. “It’s okay there. I mean I’m not dry there.”

“Just taking precautions,” she said as she smoothed and kneaded.

He gasped, and he hoped that she didn’t hear. But as she worked her way to his crotch he tensed — and then she pulled away and began on his knees and shins. He almost groaned.

“There,” she said admiring her work. He gleamed like marble. “Now don’t sit down for a while, let that stuff soak in. Why don’t you go in the yard, get some sunshine.

“Oh, okay.”

She chuckled inside as he left walking just a little funny. She knew that he was excited again, but she had her own work to do. He could wait.

As she was cleaning up she thought what a nice day it was. She had brought a jacket on her errands but took it off almost immediately. Looking out the window watching Josh stroll around the pool with no shirt, she thought that it would be a good day to work outside and get some sun herself. So she slid into her bikini, donned a sheer wrap and took her things onto the patio.

He gaped as she stepped out. Her skin was still a little pale from the long winter, but her creamy legs looked lovely in the sunlight. He carried her laptop and folders tucked up under her breasts. The things pushed her cleavage. She wore a cover-up, but it was open and flapping behind her as she strolled to the table. He looked away pretending to be interested in something, but he slid his eyes beneath his sunglasses and gazed.

She bent to set her things down and her boobs nearly spilled out of the top. He had seen her in that bikini many times, but now it was as if he were looking at someone new and so very different. Her body was as graceful, slender and as fully formed as the starlets on TV. But she wasn’t a cold, sterile image. She was real and her hair fluttered in a real wind. He saw her twitch and jiggle some when she sat on the cool wrought-iron chair. She let out a little squeak, fatih escort then danced to the chest to get out a seat pad. As she bent over her saw the perfect shape of the skimpy bikini bottom hugging to her wonderfully round ass. He couldn’t hide his hard-on.

When she set the cushion on the chair she looked and gasped.

“Josh!” she cried. “What are you doing in the water? You’ll wash all the lotion off.”

“There’s more,” he said.

“But — but isn’t it freezing?”

“Good for the stimulation,” he replied. “Gets the blood circulating.”

“You’re crazy,” she chuckled as she sat to her work. “Just, just keep your hands out of the water.”

“Okay.”

“We’re just going to have to put on more lotion.”

“Okay.”

She served lunch poolside. Again she had to sit close to feed him and he could feel the warmth of her body. She had wrapped the cover-up around her, but the sheer fabric did little for modesty. He kept his sunglasses on. And all through the meal he kept himself focused by gathering his courage.

After lunch she brought him back to the bathroom again for another round of lotion. He tried to stay cool and relaxed. She slathered him all over, and despite trying to remain cool he felt his excitement growing. She laughed and teased him when he broke into goose-bumps.

“Well that should do it,” she said as she lay the last of the oil on his thigh. “Now stay out of the pool.”

“Okay. But um, I think you forgot some places.”

She looked at him. He looked down. She didn’t need to follow his eyes to understand.

“I mean,” he said, “we need to be thorough.”

“I suppose that we do,” she said.

She stepped behind him and undid his wet shorts. They fell to the floor with a slop. She reached under his boxers and started the oil on his buttocks. Her touch was like an angel. Her warm touch was so delicate and yet so firm. She rubbed his cheeks and even got that place where the skin folded onto his thighs. No one had ever touched him there and the sensation was so new and so delightful. He had to suppress a sigh.

But when those hands slid around his thighs he tensed. He began to swell. Her fingertips slipped beneath his balls and worked his inner thighs. He reveled in her touch. He felt her hesitate. She removed her hands and he was almost crushed — but she simply oiled her hands again and reached back inside. He stiffened even more. Her hands brushed his rod and then—

She pulled away.

“Let’s get you into some dry things,” she said patting his butt.

He groaned as she went to fetch his fresh clothes.

Karen felt awful. He had grown hard so quickly. But her brain was in work-mode and she was all about efficiency and getting things done. She was well-organized making and cleaning up lunch, she was no nonsense laying on the lotion and was eager to get back to being productive. It wasn’t until she returned to the bathroom with clean underwear and shorts that she saw the puppy-dog look in his eyes. She tried to make light of things, but he just grunted at anything she said. Once he was dressed he went to his room.

She had to really concentrate to get any work done.

Josh lay for hours alone in his room, his arm draped over his eyes. He was trying very hard not to think of anything, but he kept going back to the look on his mom’s face. He couldn’t tell if she were sad or frightened or what. But whatever she was she did have a look of concern. He didn’t want her feeling bad, so that evening over supper and while watching TV he tried to make light of things. She wore sweats. They watched a bad science fiction movie and made jokes. But even in the movie the heroine managed to get her shirt torn halfway through, and as the film went on she lost more and more clothes.

As they were heading for bed she asked him if he needed more lotion or anything. He quickly said no. She helped him undress. It was a warm night and he wanted to sleep in just his underwear. She kissed him good-night and left. He stood there thinking about a lot of things, including the girl in the movie. He ached, and then he throbbed. He tried to use his bandaged hand, but all he felt was that rough rasp again. halkalı anal yapan escort He longed for someone to touch him, and then he yearned for the courage to ask. He thought about how.

In her bedroom Karen slid out of her sweats. She was still in her bikini. She removed the top and was thinking that she should rinse it our when she heard him in the hall calling her. She had left the door open and when he looked in she was nearly naked. She froze a moment. He gaped, then quickly stepped away.

“Oh jeeze,” he cried. “I’m sorry!”

She had been standing sideways so he had only gotten a side-glimpse of her naked breast. And then she covered herself quickly, but what he saw . . .

“No worries,” she called sweetly. She was actually embarrassed for him. “Is there something you need?”

“Yeah, um, yeah. I could — I mean could you, um, like — like a little bit of lotion. Just a little bit.”

“Absolutely, darling. Just let me put something on.”

She grabbed her nightgown from the night before. She kept her bikini panties on. In the bathroom she got the oil, but he wasn’t there. She found him in the living room. He was beet red as he explained that his penis itched, and how that his bandages were too rough. He said that he thought that some lotion would work.

“If you think that’s best,” she smiled.

The only light in the room spilled in from the hall. She sat on the edge of the couch and had him stand in front of her. As she pulled down his underwear she could understand why he was itchy; he had full erection. She was glad that he couldn’t see her blush in the dim light. But she saw what she needed to do, and she knew what she might expect. And she was resolved to stay cool, whatever happened. She poured the oil on her hands and rubbed them together to warm it.

At her first touch Josh could feel his excitement mounting.

Then her fingers roamed to the base of his shaft. They curled around his cock and slid all the way up, ever so gently. She made sure to tenderly cover every millimeter of his flesh and his nerve endings were alive. Then she clutched him harder, explaining that she needed to work the oil into his skin. And as she worked he trembled. One of her hands stroked the bottom of his shaft while the other worked the upper half. And when she got to his throbbing head she would curl and twist her fingers, then she pulled down stretching the skin, only to stroke back up.

It felt like forever and he couldn’t help but moan in bliss. She stroked and as she did his climax mounted. He could feel the building joy surging from his loins as it tickled its way up and into his dick. He clenched his muscles trying to hold it back, but that just made the joy linger and drive him wild. She kept stroking and his climax kept mounting.

And then as she worked up his dick again her delicate thumb slid over that spot beneath where the head folded into the shaft — that place of such intense delightful sensations. And those delightful sensations propelled him over the brink as the surge of cum exploded out, sending waves of ecstasy through his cock and careening through his body. He shut his eyes, bent over some and wallowed in that bliss as he burst and shot.

He must have been so pent up, Karen thought. She had started on his penis gently so as to not irritate the skin. But as the lotion was absorbed she had started to work it in harder. He had swelled and stiffened. She could feel him throbbing. She’d been massaging him less than a minute before he groaned and ejaculated. His first shot of spunk slapped her square on the shoulder of her nightgown. She was somewhat shocked at first. But she knew that this might happen and so she shifted quickly so as to catch the rest and not stain the carpet. She was surprised at his virility as wad after wad burst onto her nightie. She felt the warmth of the stuff. She held the base of his dick and stroked the rest, making sure to milk out every drop. She knew full well what she was doing but she wasn’t going to leave him frustrated again.

He groaned. He began to stumble an apology, but she cut him off.

“It’s alright, darling,” she said. “It’ll probably wash off. Besides, this thing needed a rinsing anyway. Now let me just fix you up and then it’s off to bed with you.”

She used the hem of her nightgown to wipe off the dribbling sperm, then fixed his underwear. Once Josh was tucked in bed she threw the nightie in the hamper, slipped into a fresh one and slid into bed. Both mother and son slept well.