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Helpless for the Summer – Chapter 9
By
Caliboy1991

Day 42

Kelly

“That’s a fine grip you’ve got, Kelly,” Dr. Peters said as he shook my hand, “I understand a certain young man is turning thirteen today.”

I squeezed his hand and felt the muscles working along my hand and wrists. It felt wonderful to have those damned wrist braces off for good. “Yes, sir.”

“I’m sure your mom is ready to have you helping around the house more.”

Thinking about how my relationship with my Mom had changed over the past six weeks, I felt my face heat up. If the doctor had only known.

Mom, who stood next to me, dug her elbow into my ribs, “I’ve been taking care of Kelly for so long now, I think it’s his turn to take care of me for a bit.”

She laughed, and I felt the heat get even warmer at the double meaning. Dr. Peters chuckled, “It’s a good thing there’s still some of the summer left to enjoy. Now, Kelly, make sure you don’t overexert yourself the first couple of days. You may feel a bit of discomfiture in your wrists or hands over the next couple of days. That’s normal. Any questions?”

I shook my head. While the activities I thought about required my hands, I seriously doubted my wrists would have a problem with what they needed to do.

When Dr. Peters showed us to the door, I was happy as I’d ever been. After six weeks, my wrists were free from those damned torture devices. I could scarcely contain my joy as I sprinted across the parking lot, flexing both my wrists and hands every which way.

When Mom got to the car, my hair was plastered to my forehead. It was the middle of the summer and a Texas one at that. But I didn’t care about any of that as I opened her door like a perfect gentleman. When I opened it, my voice cracked, “Madam, please be seated.”

My voice was changing. If I sang to myself, which was something I liked to do sometimes, my voice seemed to hold the high notes I’d always been able to hit, but over the past couple of weeks, when talking, my voice would sometimes crack. I found it annoying, but Mom would laugh every time it happened, “My man’s growing up.”

Once I was in the passenger seat, I turned to Mom after buckling my seatbelt, “What’re we doing for my birthday?”

Mom started the car and turned the AC on high as more sweat beaded on our bodies. “Last year we went to that pizza place you like so much with all the video games. We could do that again.”

Something stirred in my shorts. Normally, the idea of feeding quarters into an arcade game sounded pretty cool. But now, I just wanted to get home and hang out with Mom. I guess that’s one big way things had changed over the past six weeks. I loved being around her as our relationship had changed so much. On the other hand, that pizza joint made a great pizza.

“Can we pick a pizza up from there and go on back home?”

Mom nodded and pulled out of the parking space, “Anything for my man.”

Driving over to the pizza joint, she put her hand just above my knee, “I’m so glad you’re done with those wrist braces. I can put those diapers back in the attic now and be done with them.”

I grinned, “It hasn’t been that bad, at least over the past couple of weeks. I don’t think you’ve had to change a diaper since the beginning of July.”

Mom dipped her head, “True, Kel. All the same, I’m glad we’re done with them.”

For the most part, I agreed with her. “I know. But if it hadn’t been for having to change me, I wonder if the summer would have turned out as good.”

Mom squeezed my leg, “Maybe not, baby. Without that, we might never have realized how much we need each other.”

I rested my hand on top of hers, “And not just as my mom.”

“Or as my son,” she replied.

When Mom pulled into the pizza joint’s parking lot, I grabbed a twenty from her purse, “I’ll get it ordered.”

There were people in the parking lot, otherwise I would have leaned over and kissed her. Instead, I said, “I love you, Karen.”

As I opened my car door, she called back, “I love you too, Kelly.”

After paying for the pizza, I waited near the cash register. The girl behind the counter looked like she was in high school. I was just as tall as her. Of course, Mom had told me she thought I had grown at least an inch, maybe even two, over the past six weeks. I almost felt sorry for Mom, being as short as she was, not even an inch over five feet. Of course, thinking of Mom made my penis harden. Being taller and stronger than Mom, I wondered what it would feel like taking charge of what we enjoyed.

We came on home after the pizza joint. As soon as Mom parked the car, I ran around to the driver’s side and opened the door for her, again. Part of me just enjoyed being able to do something, anything, with my hands and wrists. Most of me just enjoyed doing something for Mom. The smile she gave me made the effort worth it.

When she stepped out of the car, Mom stood on her tiptoes to kiss me. If I hadn’t been holding the pizza box, I would have wrapped my arms around her and given her a proper kiss.

Once inside, she asked me, “Where do you want to eat dinner, my lovely birthday boy? Living room, dining room, Kitchen?”

I swept past her, “Can we eat in the bedroom?”

Once in the bedroom, I set the pizza on the end of the bed. When Mom came into the room, I turned and put my hands on her hips. It felt so good to touch her without the constraints of the wrist braces.

I leaned in and kissed her on the lips. Without the pizza box getting in my way, I wanted a proper kiss. My arms snaked around and pulled her against me as my tongue slid between her lips. I felt her body against mine. It felt different from all those times before when we hugged naked. But not bad. Still, I wanted to show her I really could be her man. When the kiss ended, I grabbed the hem of her T-shirt and pulled it off. She wore a white bra and soon my fingers found the small hooks holding it in place. The bra joined the shirt on the floor as I drank in Mom’s perky tits.

Although I’ve seen them every day for five weeks, I don’t think I’ll ever tire of seeing them. The small nipples hard to my touch were a delight to touch as my hand rubbed her chest. Sure, I had touched her tits lots, even plenty of times without the wrist braces. But now, there were no constraints. I didn’t have to worry about hurting my wrists and the pain was long gone.

As I played with her tits, Mom’s hand unfastened the button on my shorts and forced the zipper down. A moment later, her hands pushed both my shorts and underwear to the floor. It wasn’t just my height that had grown. My five-inch erection pointed at her belly as I let go her boobs and unfastened her belt and worked her shorts off.

When we were both naked, I stopped long enough to admire Mom’s beauty. She was, in my eyes, absolutely beautiful. Over the previous weeks, my fear had fallen away as we grew comfortable in our new relationship. “You’re gorgeous,” I breathed.

Mom tilted her head up and kissed me again, “You’re biased. But I love you all the more for it.”

It was hot outside and our skin was still sticky with our sweat. I took her by the hand and pulled her toward the bathroom. There was something liberating in turning on the water faucet, the muscles in my wrist and hand easily turning the knob until water cascaded into the tub. I adjusted the water’s temperature. I wasn’t in any hurry and wanted to draw out our shower, so the water temperature was almost cool as I held Mom’s hand until she stepped into the tub.

When I joined her under the tepid flow of water, I grabbed the bar of soap and lathered my hands and then gently worked the suds against her tits. Even hard as rubber, her nipples still gave way to my slick fingers. Mom moaned, “Oh, Kel, that’s nice.”

I let the soap sluice from her before I bent my head and licked at her nipples. I liked the contrast in how her nipples felt under my tongue versus her areolas or even the rest of her small, perky breasts. Her moans made my tongue work even harder, and that led to more moans. Eventually, she grabbed my hands and put them on her stomach and I let a nipple slip from my mouth as I applied more soap to my hands and worked my way down her front.

When I touched her pubic mound, some baby powder dissolved under my fingers. She felt just as smooth as me. She must have slipped into the bathroom after I fell asleep last night and shaved down there. I wasn’t one to complain. I loved the way my fingers slid across her smooth-as-silk skin. I ran my fingers into her slit, finding that nub of her clit. I’d come to love the reaction I got from her by playing with that delightful button. It is to her what my stiffy is to me.

I knelt and spread her lips open, giving me a better view of her clit and hood. I slowly dragged my finger along that nub of skin, enjoying Mom’s wordless moan. Then, I leaned in and licked that bit of flesh and was rewarded with a full-body shudder as Mom moaned, “Ah, fuck!”

With both my hands on either side of her slit, I lapped at her clit as her tangy juices hit my tastebuds. While my tongue kept licking at her engorged clit, my fingers found her pussy hole and I worked one deep inside. Mom rewarded me with her groin quivering and undulating under my touch. I’ve seen enough to know what was coming. Or more precisely, who was about to cum.

Mom’s entire body shook, making it hard to keep my tongue pressed against her clit, even as the amount of juice flowing through her slit was enough to send my tastebuds into overdrive. After a few body spasms, Mom pushed my head away from her clit, “Ah, Jesus, Kel. I can’t catch a breath—that felt so fucking incredible!”

I stood, grinning at the look of pure ecstasy on her face. Even though I loved the feel of Mom’s mouth on my stiffy or to feel my stiffy buried to the hilt in her pussy, I also love giving her just as much pleasure as she gives me.

Any pretense at getting clean in the shower was gone. Mom knelt and took hold of my stiffy and stroked me a few times before putting her mouth around my flared dick. Just my head was inside her mouth, but the tingles almost felt like lightning surging through me. I backed up against the back side of the tub and leaned against the tile work. It was that or collapse under the relentlessness of her tongue on my penis. Her hands traced across my legs and my pubic area. Even as her hands caressed my body, a small part of me wondered how long I’d have to wait to grow some hair down there. But as she took more of me in her mouth, even those thoughts fled. All that remained was the fantastic tingling racing up and down my shaft along with Mom’s tongue.

As her upper lip touched my pubic area, I moaned, “Ah, God, that feels so good!”

My stiffy hit the back of Mom’s throat. She didn’t gag. Not anymore. The tightness of her throat sent shivers radiating from my stiffy, down my legs and up my spine. I was in heaven as that tingling turned into a roar in my ears, “Ahh, I’m cumming!”

Mom pushed against me; her lips locked around the base of my stiffy as I spasmed. Jolt after jolt fired from my stiffy. Even though I couldn’t see what happened, what with my stiffy buried in Mom’s mouth, I could envision it. Five clear blasts of my cum coated the back of her throat. My semen, still clear, wasn’t as watery as before. And now, I kept shooting it each time my penis spasmed—five, sometimes six shots of my cum.

When I finally could stand without the back wall holding me up, Mom turned off the water and before I had regained my breath, she was drying us both off before pulling me back to the bedroom. She pushed me on the bed and crawled on top of me.

“You have no idea how much I’ve wanted to not worry about hurting your hand and wrist when doing this. Now I can!”

I gasped as she slid down on me, impaling herself on my five inches. She shuddered as she bottomed out on me, “Oh, fuck. You’re amazing.”

All I was doing was lying on the bed, letting her ride my stiffy. Mom leaned forward until our lips touched and set my heart to racing again when she slid her tongue between my lips. The tingling was nearly overwhelming as her tongue fucked my mouth at the same time she pounded down on me. Still, it hadn’t been very long at all since my last cum, so even though the tingling was powerful, that sense of fireworks and bliss was still distant.

Mom grabbed my hands and held them over my head. The wet sound of her pelvis slapping against my groin filled the room. In the five weeks or so that we had discovered sex with one another, I had never felt her get so aggressive. And I loved how it felt—my body tingled from the top of my head to the soles of my feet.

Time passed as her pussy juices completely coated my penis. I could feel her orgasm as her vaginal walls clenched my penis and throbbed with waves of pressure. By the time I felt that familiar feeling of incredible release coming, sweat poured down Mom’s face, even her tits were slick with perspiration. My growing balls constricted as I felt my cum travel up my penis, which spasmed again and again, shooting deep inside her womb. When I stopped spasming, Mom collapsed on top of me, her face against my shoulder.

She sighed, “When we first made love, Kel, I thought you were just the right size. But you know, as you’ve gotten bigger, I still feel the same thing. You’re just the right size for me.”

She giggled, “And when you’re pounding me with your seven inches when you’re sixteen, it’ll still be just the right size for me.”

I loved hearing Mom talk like that. I loved being inside her. To hear her talk about the future and know it would include lots of hot sex. It made my day. I wrapped my arms around her back and in an unbroken voice softly sang, “Happy birthday to me…”

***

Day 43

Karen

I was warm when I woke. As my eyes cracked open, I realized I was on my side and the covers were toward the bottom of the bed. Yet I was warm. Then, as the great sex from last night came back to me, I realized Kelly was spooning me, him the big spoon to my little spoon. You might think I would be ashamed or that I would be afraid. Those thoughts had already died over the past five weeks. Kelly would forever be my son. But by now, he saw himself as my boyfriend and also my lover. That suited me fine. I loved being his girlfriend and lover.

Still, the first day without the wrist braces, this was new. Before, he slept on his back. If he slept on his side, it had always been facing away from me. So, waking up with his chest to my back was a welcome change. Almost as much as feeling something warm and hard between my legs. I reached down and sure enough, his penis was speared between my legs. I could really get used to this.

I placed my hands over his, which were resting a few inches below my breasts. When I moved them so that each of his hands cupped one of my boobs, he stirred. Gently squeezing my boobs, he said, “Wow, that’s a pleasant way to wake up, ah, Karen.”

I love how he calls me Karen when we’re getting our funk on. It’s one way he shows that he’s my boyfriend and lover. I wiggled my butt and clenched my thighs, “Yeah. You’re going to have to hold me more when sleeping. I enjoy waking up like this.”

Kelly pushed his hips forward, and I felt his erection push against my inner thigh. I wanted more. I reached between my legs and took hold of him and positioned him against me. “Fuck me, Kel. Make love to your girlfriend this morning.”

He shifted his hip forward and slowly sank into my vagina. It wasn’t very far, and he backed out only to slide in a bit further. Each time he shifted in and out, I grew wetter and soon he was as deep inside me as he could be. I murmured, “That feels great. I could wake up like this every day.”

He shifted just enough so that his penis was just below my slit. It was almost as if I was sitting on his lap, just that we were on our sides. As he slowly slid back, his hands massaged my breasts. They were still sensitive from last night, but I didn’t care. I wanted him. All of him. And if he drove me crazy with his hands, all the better.

Being on our sides, having just woke up, Kelly was almost lazy in the way he pulled back. His penis dragged across my vaginal walls until just before he would pop out, he just as lazily slid himself fully into me. Between the incredible feeling on my breast and the even more powerful feeling growing between my legs, I was going to cum before him. But one advantage I have, I can keep on orgasming as long as Kelly keeps on stimulating me.

I shuddered through my first orgasm. Kelly only clenched my tits more firmly and sped up. As he slid in and out, he moaned, “Ah, God, you’re like a glove on my stiffy. Just right!”

I lost track of both the time and the number of orgasms I had before I felt him push as deep as possible as he shuddered. No words passed his lips as he grunted. His penis pulsed, spasming as he shot his cum into me.

My breasts felt so sensuous as he kept kneading his palms against them. Between the intensity of the feeling surging through my breasts and how deeply Kelly had impaled himself in me, a fresh orgasmic wave crashed over me, and my pussy squeezed his shaft tight enough to pull a moan from his lips. Eventually, I had no choice but to take his hands and put them on my stomach just to catch my breath.

He dreamily said, “I love you, Karen.”

I replied, “I love you too, Kel.”

Before long, I heard his soft, rhythmic breathing. My son, boyfriend and lover, fell asleep after fucking me. He was asleep five minutes before his penis softened and slid out. I snuggled against him, eliciting a wordless moan from him before snores confirmed he sank deeper into sleep.

I closed my eyes, enjoying how he held me close. Before long, I joined him in sleep. The summer had started with us being nothing more than mother and son. I drifted back to sleep with the soft comfort of knowing we would finish the summer as lovers.

The End

Copyright 2021 – Caliboy1991
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Helpless for the Summer – Chapter 8
By
Caliboy1991

Day 6

Karen

Something scratched at me and woke me up. When I opened my eyes, the bedroom was still dark. The scratching was on my arm and although it was dark, I could make out a dim shadow. It was Kelly’s arm resting on mine. More precisely, his wrist brace scratched my skin where the back side of the velcro rubbed against me.

As gently as I could, I moved his hand onto the bed and rolled onto my side to better see Kelly’s sleeping form. As my eyes acclimated to the dark, his features came into focus. His bare chest rose and fell. Part of me knew I should feel guilty. After all, what Kelly and I had was escalating. Bad enough that I had masturbated him. Granted, I had told myself it wasn’t practical for him to go forty or more days without taking care of that need. Boys his age get erections and need the release.

But giving him a blow job went way beyond simply giving him sexual release through a hand job. The part of me that knew this was wrong seemed broken, though. I didn’t feel shame, even though some part of me knew I should. I wasn’t fearful. I imagine some women who touch their sons worry about the secret getting out or worse, the secret turning their sons against them. I’ve always had a bond with Kelly and a level of trust that connects us. And now, as our relationship had changed, that bond, that connection felt stronger. Somewhere inside me, I knew he wanted this even more than I did, and he trusted me to walk beside him through these new experiences.

Still, I didn’t know where things would end up. Would he tire of the sexual part of things? Would he eventually want a girl his own age? Or a boy? I didn’t know. But I felt we could navigate those things.

As I gazed on Kelly’s sleeping form, I slipped a hand into my panties, and enjoyed the pleasure I found in touching myself. While it may not feel as good as Kelly’s touch, it was enough. With my other hand, I pulled my sports bra off, giving my other hand access to my breasts. I squeezed a nipple as I found my clit. It wasn’t long until I was wet as last night.

I yanked my fingers from my panties when Kelly mumbled in his sleep. He thrashed about, kicking at the covers. When he settled down, the covers were down at his feet. As his breathing returned to normal, I thought about satisfying my needs. Before I could resume, the expression on Kelly’s sleeping face reminded me of when he was a little baby. I’d seen the look more than twelve years before when he pissed his diapers.

Curious, I leaned over and heard a faint hissing noise. After eight or ten seconds, his expression softened and a light snore confirmed he slept. I knew it was the pain meds. The sleep they put Kelly into was so deep, he just lost control of his bladder. It would pass once he didn’t need the meds for the pain in his wrists.

What would happen when he didn’t need the wrist braces? I didn’t want him going back to his own bed. Even though only a few days had passed with him sharing mine, I didn’t want to lose that. I enjoyed his closeness and wanted it to continue. I wanted us to keep taking showers together. They’d be so much more fun once his wrists healed. Although I couldn’t imagine it being much more fun than when Kelly had eaten me out.

Just thinking about Kelly licking my pussy made me aware of how wet I was. I pushed my panties down and off and let my fingers resume their effort to satisfy the itch I felt between my legs. Working away at my little clit, it wasn’t long before I came. Sometimes, when I cum, I feel a release with satisfaction washing over me. This morning, the itch didn’t go away. I craved more than what my fingers could provide. Sighing in frustration, I wiped my juice on my bra and tossed it on the floor. I moved closer to Kelly until my knees touched the side of his leg. I closed my eyes and tried to get a bit more sleep.

When I woke up again, there was a bit of light poking through the curtains. Kelly’s soft snore barely registered when I realized one of my legs lay over his left leg. The heat of his leg was against my slit and my tits pressed against the side of his chest. His arms were over his head, almost as if they had been placed there to get them out of the way.

Unable to keep myself from his beautiful form, I placed a hand on his chest and his snoring stopped. A few heartbeats later, Kelly murmured, “Mmm, what time is it?”

I cast a glance behind me at my alarm clock. “A bit before eight.”

He smiled as he realized how close we were. Then his smile grew into a grin when he realized I was naked. I leaned in and kissed him, “How’d you sleep?”

He pressed his lips against mine. When he finally broke the kiss, he said, “Good. But, ah, I think I wet the diaper.”

I rubbed his chest some more, “It’s okay, Kel. It’s just the meds.”

He sighed, “I know, it’s just not very grown up and… I dunno… I want to be grown up for you, um, Karen.”

I loved how he called me Karen. It made it feel more like I was his girlfriend. My hand slid from his chest to the waistband of the rubber pants, “You’re just perfect, Kel. Now, how about we get you out of this wet diaper?”

Knowing what I was about to see, it was more pleasure than work to get the changing pad from below the bed and let Kelly crawl onto the middle of it. Once the rubber pants were off, the wetness of the cloth diaper was plain to see. Kelly flushed in embarrassment. Even after nearly a week, I think it felt more difficult letting me see him in a wet diaper than just naked. I knew the remedy for that as I unfastened the safety pins and unfolded the cloth towel from his midsection.

True to form, my lovely boy’s four and a half inches were flying at full mast. When I used the wet-wipes, I spent a bit more time making sure his penis was clean than normal. Of course, it’s easy wiping a penis when it’s hard as a rock.

Once he was clean, I put the changing pad away and rejoined Kelly in the bed. He fixed his eyes on my bare chest, “Cool. I kinda hoped we could go around naked again.”

“Me too. It’s really liberating not wearing clothes when I’m with you, Kel.”

He flushed. I couldn’t blame him. After all, yesterday, we had spent the afternoon naked in the living room. Now, we were naked in bed. Kelly is nearly thirteen. From the way he acted yesterday to the look on his face this morning, he wanted more than what we’d done yesterday. So did I.

I snuggled against my son, kissing him on the cheek as he pulled the covers over us. My hand caressed his chest as he rolled onto his side, facing me. This put his face inches away from mine and my lips eagerly pressed into his lips.

Even though his wrists were secured in their black wrist braces, Kelly draped an arm over my waist as he shifted toward me. I wanted to tear those wrist braces off, but after last night, his expression when I put them back on told me I had pushed things as far as I dared, at least as far as the wrist braces were concerned. When I felt something warm and hard against my thigh, there was something else I hadn’t pushed far enough. The way Kelly pushed his body against mine told me he felt the same way.

Snaking one of my arms around him, I pulled Kelly against me, pausing only long enough to reach between us and thread his erection between my legs. I shivered as the top of his penis dragged against my outer lips. I wanted to feel him inside me, but reminded myself there wasn’t a hurry. We had the entire day to truly become lovers, not just boyfriend and girlfriend or even mother and son.

We lay on our sides, my breast crushed against his chest and his penis between my legs. There must be something primal and evolutionary about sex. Kelly’s hips rocked back and forth, pushing and pulling against my legs. My hand on his back went down until I felt the soft globe of his butt, and pushed him, trying to keep him from rocking. At least for the time being. I dearly wanted him to cum. Just not yet.

I felt the soft skin of Kelly’s neck against my lips as I kissed him. As tempted as I was to brand him as my lover with a deep red hickey, I resisted the urge. Instinctively I knew he would be embarrassed. The last thing I wanted was to make him embarrassed, especially when I wanted him in me. I worked my way up to his ear. I kissed it and sucked on the bit at the end. Then I decided I didn’t want to wait any longer. I hugged him tighter and whispered, “Make love to me, Kelly. I want you to fuck me, baby.”

There! I had said it. Kelly sucked in a deep breath of air. “Really?”

I moved a hand between us until I found the base of his erection, just below my slit. I raised myself a couple of inches as I shifted his erection until I felt him against my vagina. My voice shook, “Push in, baby!”

I felt some pressure and then my soaked pussy walls welcomed him. Despite his size, I felt some discomfiture when he penetrated me. Of course, I hadn’t had sex with anything other than my fingers since Kelly’s dad knocked me up over thirteen and a half years ago.

Kelly was a couple of inches inside me. I could feel him shake beside me, as the reality of what we were doing sank in. I used those precious moments to get used to him. A few heartbeats passed before I said, “Oh, baby. You feel incredible in me.”

It wasn’t especially true. Even though I was wet, those two inches had chaffed. But I knew once my body adjusted, I would be in nirvana. “That’s good, Kel. Now, pull back but don’t pull out.”

A moment later, I felt and heard a little pop as his head cleared my hole. “Oops,” he muttered as he poked me until he found my pussy again. Then he slid in. His penis was slick with my juices now and he slid in. The discomfiture disappeared and when he slipped into me I felt a wave of tingles wash over me. I felt myself edge toward my orgasm. And we had barely started!

Of course, if he made me cum before he was ready, I could keep right on going. Nothing would stop me from feeling him orgasm inside me.

He still popped out when he pulled back. But when he pushed in again, he slid in, going all the way until his small ball-sack slapped against my butt and his pelvis pushed into mine. I trembled at the feelings coursing through me. Even when I had been with Kelly’s father, I hadn’t felt this much intensity. I pushed my face into his shoulder, going so far to bite him, just enough to leave a mark.

When my teeth clamped on his shoulder, Kelly moaned and began rocking his hips forward and backward. I threw a leg over one of his legs and rolled onto my back while staying harpooned by his four and a half inches. Once on top of me, Kelly’s rocking smoothed out and before I realized what was happening, my eyes dimmed as my body shook. I came harder than I ever had before. “Ahh, fuck!”

Hearing the profanity in my mouth only egged Kelly on. He sped up, keeping my quivering pussy pulsating with orgasm. A handful of heartbeats later, he swore, “Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!”

Then he shoved in harder than before and I felt him spasm inside me. My insides grew even warmer with his spilled watery seed. That was the only moment I worried I might get pregnant. In all my years since becoming pregnant, I hadn’t been with any other guy, and I saw no reason to mess with birth control.

Another shock of pleasure washed over me and another body-wracking cum blew any thought of protection away. When he finished, Kelly collapsed on me, every bit as hard as steel.

When he came down from the orgasm, Kelly slid off, resting against me, on his side. “Fuck!”

I kissed him, “Okay, lover boy. How was that?”

With stars in his eyes, Kelly gave me the biggest grin in his life, “That was un-fucking-believable. I thought when you sucked on me last night that it couldn’t possibly get any better. But this morning, you proved it gets better. Oh, my God! That was awesome!”

After a bit, I crawled on top of Kelly and soon was impaled on his penis. One thing I had forgotten about boys and their toy, they can stay hard through multiple cums. I was determined to find out if my new reality was as good as my memory.

Bouncing on Kelly’s hips, that feeling of something building inside me gradually increased. The look of pure pleasure on his face was enough to know my son enjoyed it as much as me. I was in control, and I enjoyed moving at a pace that brought me immense pleasure even while I inched toward another mind-blowing orgasm.

This time, I stopped as I felt myself nearing that point of no-return. I rested on his lap for that intense pleasurable feeling to fade and then I picked up, finding that exquisite pleasure as Kelly screwed his eyes shut. He was getting close. I sped up, wanting to feel his eruption matching my own.

Kelly groaned and tensed. My hips burned and my knees ached, but I was resolved to reach that magical place as close as possible to him. He shuddered, and I felt his penis twitch and grew warm again as his cum filled my womb.

Yet I bounced on. Only a few seconds passed until I felt a roar in my ears as I came. My orgasm flowed through my entire body and I kept bouncing through the burning pain in my hips. I kept at it until I felt Kelly shrinking inside me. Worn out, I flopped onto my back, right beside Kelly, spent.

Two orgasms in less than thirty minutes. I hadn’t experienced this, even before I became pregnant with my son.

Kelly mumbled something incoherent, and I slid from the bed and went to the bathroom where I sent to the bathroom and felt his seed slide from my insides. For the second time, I worried about the lack of protection. But then again, my son’s seed is clear and watery. Still, I might risk it today, but I made a note to get myself back on the pill. My son, boyfriend and lover, I loved unconditionally. But I didn’t want to get pregnant from his seed. At least not yet. Maybe when he gets older. Maybe.

Copyright 2021 – Caliboy1991
All rights reserved

Helpless for the Summer – Chapter 7
By
Caliboy1991

Day 5

Karen

Kelly’s soft snore woke me on the first Friday of our summer vacation. And oh, how different this summer was shaping up to any before it. I rolled onto my side to better see my little angel. Although that description hardly applied anymore. Even though his thirteenth birthday was still nearly two months away, he was three inches taller than me. By the time he finishes growing, he’s going to tower over me. I lost track of his dad more than thirteen years ago and have no idea how tall Brandon eventually grew. When I knew Kelly’s dad, he was about the same size as Kelly now.

Of course, Brandon was only thirteen years old when he got me pregnant when I was fifteen. I hadn’t told my mom who my son’s father was. I had told no one. Even now, the idea of tracking down the man with whom I’d had a brief fling when we were just kids, had no appeal. Kelly was mine, and disrupting his father’s life would serve no good. All Brandon and I had together was a means to explore our own sexuality. Just fuck buddies for a season of our childhood. He had seen me go from being flat as a pancake to modestly filling out an a-cup. I had watched him grow from three-and-a-half inches to five inches, from as smooth as a baby’s bottom to a few strands of pubic hair.

Brandon and I had never used protection. We started fucking before he could cum. Then, when he had started, it was clear and watery, just like Kelly now. He was closer to fourteen than thirteen when he got me pregnant. And by then, his semen, while still thin and watery, was cloudy.

Now, as I look upon my own son, I couldn’t help but wonder, did I have a type? After all, the only man I had ever been with in my twenty-eight years of life was a boy of twelve and thirteen. And here I was again, falling for his son at the same age.

I had never thought of myself like that. Since giving birth to Kelly, my life had simply been too chaotic to pursue another relationship. That had to be right.

I hadn’t taken a job as a teacher’s aide to be closer to kids. Just one kid in particular, and he was beside me in the bed. I closed my eyes, thinking about that. It must have been my imagination, surely I didn’t favor the boys in the classes with which I worked, more than the girls.

I shook my head. No, the two weren’t related. They couldn’t be. What I felt for Kelly was something unique. Just him. It had to be.

I sighed as I watched Kelly’s narrow chest rise and fall with each breath. I wanted to touch him, to caress his body. My eyes went to his innie belly button. His entire belly was flat. Maybe, when he gets older, he’ll develop some muscle tone, but for now, his body was slender and willowy. And I wanted to take hold of him and love every square inch of him.

Maybe I was a wicked woman for wanting him, but I couldn’t help myself. My love for my son was beyond just maternal instincts. I wanted his happiness the same way a lover wants her mate’s happiness. When he had asked me last night about continuing on after the wrist braces came off, I had been so excited. He wanted what I wanted.

And staring at him as light filtered through the curtain, I was helpless to stop myself. The very best I could hope for was to take things slowly, letting Kelly set our pace.

Kelly stretched, his arm reaching over his head. When his hand hit the headboard, he groaned and opened his eyes. He pulled his injured hand toward his chest, cradling it awkwardly, unable to hold it with his other equally injured hand. I felt so sorry for him, I patted him on his stomach, “That had to hurt, kiddo.”

Grimacing, he nodded, “Yeah. I can hardly wait for my wrists to heal. This sucks.”

I moved over to him, not stopping until our legs touched, “I know, baby. But I’m here for you.”

He looked over at me, his expression telling me he was acutely aware of our closeness. His eyes took in the pink tank-top I still wore from yesterday. Below, I wore my recently cleaned peach-colored panties. I liked them because they came closer than any other underwear to matching my skin tone.

He smiled, “Thanks.”

My hand lowered, sliding between the elastic waistband of his rubber pants and skin. I touched the cloth diaper and found it wet. “I guess we should change your diaper, kiddo.”

He sighed, “Maybe tonight, if my wrists don’t hurt too much, I can stop taking the pain pill.”

I slid off the bed and pulled out the changing equipment. Once I had him on the changing pad, I said, “Maybe. But the meds are there to help you manage the pain, Kel. The diaper is a small price to pay for a good night’s sleep.”

By the time I had the diaper off, his penis pointed upward. While I wasn’t strong enough to ignore the sight of that beautiful tube of flesh, I said, “How’d you enjoy yesterday without the diaper?”

His eyes lit up, “It was fun. Can I go without it again?”

There was nothing I enjoyed more than seeing Kelly in all his glorious naked beauty. “Yeah, baby. That’s fine.”

He bounded out of bed, hurrying to the bathroom. Funny, spoon-feeding my naked boy was more fun than feeding a partially clothed boy. Of course, it probably had more to do with his near constant erection.

When we settled onto the couch to watch a game show, he leaned against me and before long, I wrapped my arm around his shoulder, drawing him closer.

We were about halfway through The Price is Right when he glanced up at me, “Um, can I ask you something?”

Since we settled onto the couch, Kelly’s penis had gone from hard to soft and back to hard several times. I enjoyed the show. Right now, it was hard. I said, “Sure, Kel. Of course.”

He pursed together his lips as though in deep thought. Whatever was on his mind seemed to be difficult for him to say.

I squeezed his shoulder in a hug, “Kel, you can ask me anything.”

His eyes drifted across my body, “Um, why don’t you get undressed too?”

I found I had tensed up as he tried to figure out how to ask his question. Some part of me thought he was going to ask me why I touched him. Another part worried he would say he never wanted me to touch him again. I hadn’t seen this question coming.

I let out a sigh of relief. “Do you really want me to, Kel?”

His face turned scarlet even as he nodded, “Um, I mean, only if you want to. I just think you’re really pretty and all.”

Relief washed through me. I sat up and pulled my top off, giving Kelly something to ogle. His eyes went straight to my tits as he grinned, “Jeez, you’re so pretty.”

“Thanks, baby. Is this okay or do you want me to take my panties off?”

Kelly’s eyes went to the center of my underwear, “Ah. Do you want to?”

The longing in his eyes competed with the uncertainty they also conveyed. I wasn’t sure, but suspected he’d go along with either option. Still, I longed to hear his choice. I said, “Would you like to see me naked, baby?”

A few heartbeats later, he nodded, his words failing him as I felt him shiver. I shifted my hips, pulling them up from the seat, and pulled my panties down. My slit was like a long, thin gash between my legs. My inner labias hid deep inside that slit. My outer labias, the lips hinted at in what Kelly could see, were thin, almost like Kelly’s pursed lips from a moment before.

Even my clitoral hood was masked, hidden just under the top of my slit. It felt weird and exhilarating all at the same time. When we had showered last night, I could pretend that time was simply one of necessity, cleaning him up while not getting my underwear soaked. Now, there was no hiding the sexual tension. No man had seen me like this since Brandon thirteen years ago. Yet, this was exactly what I wanted.

I settled back in my seat, returned my arm around Kelly’s shoulder and pulled him against my body. Our sides were practically melded together, from his chest resting against the side of my boob, to our ribs touching, our hips touching, our knees, even our feet.

I tried to get back into the game show, but I could feel Kelly’s eyes roaming over my body. Of course, my eyes drifted to his erection until I couldn’t help myself. My hand took hold of him, eliciting a pleasurable sigh, “Ahh!”

As Kelly sat there, a smile on his face as I masturbated him, I wished his hands could massage my breasts. I wanted nothing more than for him to feel my body, to caress it, to make it his own. After jacking him for a minute or so, I slowed down my stroking until I pulled back. It wasn’t that I wanted to deny him the intense pleasure of his orgasm. I just wanted to draw it out. After all, what was the hurry?

He glanced at me. My hand moved up to his stomach, where I let it rest. There was a flash of confusion, “Um, did I do something wrong?”

I rubbed my hand from his chest down to his belly, “No, baby. I just want to take my time. You’ll like it even better when you cum if we draw it out.”

As though this were a revelation, his eyes grew round, “Really? Cool.”

He leaned his head against my right boob and after a few minutes, rested his hand on my thigh. The wrist brace was scratchy, but I would endure it just to feel his fingers on my skin. After a couple of minutes, Kelly said, “Your skin is really smooth, Mom. It’s nice. I wish I didn’t have this stupid brace on.”

That made two of us. He was allowed to take the wrist braces off before getting into the shower. What would be the harm in taking one off for a little while now? My mind latched onto that idea. We’d leave the brace off—just for a while.

As gently as possible, I took Kelly’s hand, “I think we can take the brace off for a bit. Just let me know if it hurts.”

I removed the velcro straps and slid the torture device from Kelly’s wrist before laying it back on my thigh, not even a hand span away from my slit. After a moment, I said, “How does your hand feel, Kel?”

He actually wiggled his fingers, “Not too bad.”

I reached down and grabbed his penis and gently and slowly stroked him, “I like your touch. It feels nice on my leg.”

Encouraged, Kelly moved his hand, shifting it toward my crotch. I shivered when his finger touched me where my razor blade had removed some hair. I don’t know if it was intentional, but as his finger crept closer to my slit, I spread my legs, causing my outer lips to open just enough to reveal my little clitoral hood.

Kelly gasped and his hand froze. “What?” I asked.

His eyes shifted between my face and my slit, “That’s your, um, sexy parts.”

His innocence was beautiful. I’m not blind to how boys in school talk dirty about girls or even how many of them happily experiment on one another. But I couldn’t help but laugh at his choice of words. “My sexy parts. Is that what you call it when you’re talking dirty with your friends at school?”

Kelly blushed, shaking his head.

I felt naughty, “What do you call it?”

Before this, I’d never have tolerated profanity from him. But now, I wanted to hear him talk dirty. Kelly’s voice was faint, “Pussy.”

I felt a tingle between my legs at hearing the word come from my son’s mouth. “Tell me what you want to do, baby.”

Blushing even more furiously, he said, “C-, can I touch your pussy?”

When my legs opened wider, this time it was intentional. Kelly’s fingers touched my outer lips, which opened, revealing more of my inner labia and fully exposing my clit. I felt a jolt akin to electricity when his finger touched my little nub of my clit. I groaned, “Ah, yeah. Touch me there, Kel. Again!”

Kelly’s finger was soon sopping with my juices as he played with my clit. There wasn’t any expertise in his touch. I could have done it far more expertly. But none of that would have given me the powerful tingle surging through my body at my son’s touch. Sooner than would have happened with my own fingers, my orgasm came on me like a tidal wave. One second, I stood on the beach, the next, it swept me away. My pussy grew even wetter as it quivered under Kelly’s light touch. And when the second wave crashed over me, my entire body shook with my orgasm. What I felt last night was nothing compared to now.

When I collapsed against the seat back, I wrapped an arm around Kelly’s neck and pulled him against me, as my lips sought his. I pressed my lips against his, and slid my tongue through his open and surprised lips. I didn’t, I couldn’t stop kissing him until I felt him wiggle under me. When I broke the kiss, he sucked in a deep breath of air.

When my pulse returned to normal, I gave him a peck on the tip of his nose, “Next time, love, breathe through your nose. Kisses last longer that way.”

He giggled as he nodded. “That was just like last night in the shower, wasn’t it?”

I shook my head, “No. Your hand on my clit was a thousand times better, Kel.”

“Clit?”

We hadn’t covered my clitoris in our fevered conversation. And seventh grade boys are pretty ignorant about what hides within the folds of a girl’s labia major. I pointed toward the little button partially hidden beneath my clitoral hood. “You see that little button there?”

Kelly leaned in, his free hand reaching forward. “You mean where I was touching you?”

I nodded, “Yep. That’s my clit. Well, clitoris, officially. But we call it a clit, for short. For a girl, it serves almost the same purpose as your dick. Speaking of which…”

I reached over and took him in my hand. He was just as hard as before. As I masturbated him, Kelly leaned back, resting his free hand on my thigh again. Little moans slipped from his lip as I gently slid my hand up and down. A few minutes after resuming, I felt him tense under me. My fingers flew up and down his shaft. He moaned, “Ahh!”

Seeing the clear, thin thread of his cum shoot into the air, I couldn’t help but wonder if his ejaculations would always be as powerful. By the time his four blasts of watery cum had shot out of his penis, it covered his chest.

I massaged another bead of his essence from his penis and licked my finger. Then I leaned over and licked his nipple, slurping a bit of Kelly’s sweet semen. I licked and kissed his chest until I had captured every drop that had shot from his erection. For his part, Kelly leaned his head back and closed his eyes, an expression of pure bliss on his features.

By the time we realized the time, we were hungry. I was nearly an hour late getting lunch on the table.

***

Kelly

I swallowed the pain pill at lunch. My wrist, now encased in its brace, hurt from my earlier effort. Ask me if I care. I don’t. I had no idea Mom’s pussy felt so soft and warm and fun. I was still trying to wrap my mind around the fact Mom was spoon-feeding me SpaghettiOs, wearing nothing at all.

No matter how I thought about what we have done over the past couple of days, one thing was inescapable. Our lives would never be the same. I could see the looks she gave me. She wanted to touch me as much as I wanted to touch her. How could we possibly go back to the way things were once the wrist braces come off?

I want her to give me every shower between now and forever. And if I never have to jack off again because she takes care of that for me, well, just sign me up! And once my wrists are healed, if she wants, I’ll rub her clit anytime she wants. Sitting at the table, eating lunch, it was hard for me to forget the way her body shook when she cummed.

In between bites, I said, “Thanks for making things better, Mom. I thought I ruined my summer when I broke my wrists. But this is a lot of fun.”

She grinned, “Yeah. It’s been better than I expected too.”

I swallowed another bite, “Um, do you think I can go naked for the rest of the summer?”

“Even after the wrist braces come off?”

I nodded, “Sure. It’d be our secret.”

She set the spoon down and ran her finger along my cheek, “You really like being naked around the house?”

I nodded, “Yeah. I mean, since you’ve been bathing me and making me wear a diaper at night and all, I don’t mind you seeing me naked anymore.”

Mom gave me another bite and said, “I suppose, baby. If you don’t mind me staring at your body.”

I gave her a sly grin, “You could too, you know.”

She laughed as she scraped the bottom of the bowl. “I see what you’re angling for. You get me naked for a couple of hours and now you want me naked all the time.”

My face was hot from blushing. She had nailed it. But she was laughing, so I knew I hadn’t upset her. I grinned back at her, “Well, you are super hot.”

After she gave me the last bite, Mom’s face grew somber, “You really think I’m beautiful, Kel?”

“Yeah! If I had a girlfriend, I’d want her to be as pretty as you.”

Mom tousled my hair before cleaning the table, “If I had a boyfriend, I’d want him to be just like you, Kel.”

I followed her back into the living room, “Just older?”

Mom sat down and patted the spot next to her, “Nope, just like you.”

As I settled in beside her, my mind seemed to play tricks on me. Was Mom saying she wanted me to be her boyfriend? The idea was crazy. Sure, boys in my class at school enjoyed looking at older girls and women, but for my mom to actually be my girlfriend?

Of course, when she kissed me, it felt nothing like when I was younger. And the way she touched me, even just to give me a bath, was way beyond anything before. And letting me touch her on her pussy, maybe she wanted… No, that’s crazy. Why would a hot woman like my mom want a scrawny almost-thirteen-year-old for a boyfriend?

As Mom channel surfed, I caught her glancing at me out of the corner of her eye. She wasn’t looking at my penis, which thankfully was still soft after what we’d done earlier. No, I think she was waiting for me to say something. Even though it was preposterous, maybe she did like me more than just mom and son.

I turned to face her, “Just like me? What about me?”

Mom’s lips curled at the edges and she placed a hand on my shoulder, “Kelly, are you asking me to be your girlfriend?”

I wasn’t sure how much Mom was playing with me. Even if she wasn’t being serious and this was all just a game, I figured it would be fun to play.

I flashed her my best smile, “Yeah. If you want.”

She leaned over and kissed me on my lips. I could taste the Campbell’s soup she had eaten, especially when she slid her tongue into my mouth. As our tongues twisted, I felt a thrill surge through my body and before the kiss ended, I had a stiffy again.

“How’s that for an answer?” she said.

I leaned against her arm until she moved it around me, letting me snuggle against her bare chest, “Cool.”

I didn’t know how long Mom would want to be my girlfriend or if this was only a game to help me cope with being cooped up inside with my hands and wrists messed up, but I went with it. “Um, Karen?”

Mom’s eyebrows arched, “Yes, Kelly?”

Cool. I had never called her by her given name. But I figured if we were going to be boyfriend and girlfriend, I couldn’t call her Mom. That would be super weird. And she hadn’t called me on it, which was even better.

“So, if I’m your boyfriend and you’re my girlfriend, what do we do?”

Mom squeezed my shoulder affectionately, “What do you want it to mean?”

I’d never had a girlfriend before. All I had to go on was what I saw on TV and with some kids at school who had girlfriends. Even though I had never seen Mom go on a date, I assumed she had boyfriends before I came along. “What’d you do when you had a boyfriend?”

Mom’s cheeks turned red. Her eyes went to my stiffy. “That was a long time ago, Kel. Why don’t we figure it out together?”

I liked the idea of learning how to date. When I nodded, Mom said, “What’s one thing that couples do?”

My eyes grew wide, “We’re a couple?”

I’d always thought of couples as like husbands and wives. Not boyfriends and girlfriends.

Mom chuckled, “People date, like a boyfriend and girlfriend, are couples. It means that they’re taken, not available for someone else to date.”

It was like a light turning on inside my head, “Oh. So, we’re a couple. Cool. Well, couples hold hands.”

She nodded, “True. And once your wrist braces come off, we can hold hands. What’s something else?”

I thought about her tongue in my mouth, “They kiss.”

Mom grinned, “True. So, do you want to kiss your girlfriend now?”

My stiffy twitched at the suggestion and I turned my head toward Mom and pressed my lips to hers. I wanted to show her I was learning, and I slid my tongue through our lips and felt a thrill run through my body when my tongue found Mom’s. Did she feel the same thing when she kissed me?

When we broke the kiss, I was breathing fast. Mom ran a hand along my arm, “That’s pretty good for a beginner. Something you should know as my boyfriend; I really love being kissed.”

Given that I had really enjoyed that kiss, I leaned in again and repeated the lesson. When our lips parted, she was the one breathing fast as she put a hand on her chest, “Wow, Kel. That was pretty good.”

I chuckled, “I have a really good teacher.”

Mom gave me a hug, “Thanks, Kel.”

We settled into watching one of our afternoon shows. The medication I had taken at lunch made me a little groggy and I dozed off for a bit. I woke up to Mom nudging my shoulder, “Kelly, sweetie, wake up.”

My eyes fluttered open and Mom leaned over me. “Wha?”

She said, “We need to get you to the bathroom. You started peeing while you slept.”

I looked down and damned if I wasn’t still. A little dribble of pee flowed from my penis, pooling in the space between my legs. Now awake, I tried contracting my muscles, but I kept dribbling. I grabbed my now soft penis and clenched it closed just below my helmet-shaped head, closing off the flow.

I felt humiliated. I hated that fucking medicine and how it affected me in my sleep. I blinked hard as tears threatened to pool in the corners of my eyes. I needed to get up, but if I did, then the puddle trapped between my legs would get on the couch.

Mom stood, “Stay there a sec, Kel. We’ll get this cleaned up, baby.”

She returned a moment later with a hand towel and a wash-towel and knelt in front of me. She used the hand towel to absorb the pee between my legs and then the wash towel to dab at some splatter on my legs. Once I was in the bathroom, I sat and finished. It was all I could do to hold back the tears. I had gone from being Mom’s boyfriend to being the boy who pisses in his sleep.

Mom came back into the bathroom, “You okay, Kel?”

Still working to keep my emotions from running away, I nodded, “Yeah. S-, sorry.”

Mom knelt before me, still naked, “Don’t be, Kel. I should have said something to you when you dozed off. If you think you’re going to nap, we should probably put a diaper on you.”

That did it. A tear, scalding hot on my cheek, spilled over. “Mom!”

She rested a hand on my knee, “It’s okay. This little bladder issue will go away once you’re off the pain meds. Don’t beat yourself up over it.”

I knew she was right, but dammit, we shared an awesome kiss before I fell asleep, and I didn’t want Mom thinking I wasn’t boyfriend material. After I finished, I took a pass on a diaper. I wouldn’t have a choice tonight, but I would do my best to not need it until then.

“I know. It’s just I feel so helpless when it happens. Do you really want a boyfriend who can’t hold his bladder?”

Mom slid her hand up my thigh until she grazed my flaccid tube. I don’t know if she intended to touch me there, but almost instantly I grew hard, even though her hand moved up to my chest and said, “Yeah. The diapers and bladder stuff, that stuff will pass. But you’ll still be my boyfriend.”

She stood, “I hate that you broke your wrist, Kel. But think about the silver lining, babe.”

The silver lining? Then it came to me. None of what we shared would have happened had I not broken my wrists. “I’m glad you’re my girlfriend.”

Her eyes looked at my penis as Mom said, “Me too. Now, it’s about time for me to start on supper. What do you say I find something on TV for you to watch while I cook?”

After dinner, Mom wanted to watch one of her shows and so I read while she watched it. Afterwards, she rolled onto her side and pulled my book down from in front of my face, “Hey, Kel, if you want a shower, I can run it. Although, we haven’t really done anything worth getting cleaned up over.”

Even though we were already naked, taking another shower with Mom sounded like fun. “Like last night?”

Already on her side, Mom shifted over until she was right next to me, “What was so fun about last night?”

I giggled as I thought about how she touched me. “Um, well, you got me really clean. And, ah, maybe when we shower tonight, we can do some more boyfriend-girlfriend stuff.”

Mom put her hand on my chest, “That sounds fun, Kelly.”

My heart thundered in my chest, “Great, um, Karen. Can you help me with my braces?”

After Mom took off my braces, we went into the bathroom. While she got the shower going, I actually stood over the toilet and held my penis while I peed. That felt like a genuine victory for the first time in nearly a week.

We had nothing to strip off tonight. Mom took my arm and helped me into the tub. Once under the water, we turned to face each other. Mom asked, “How do your wrists and hands feel?”

I held up my hands and wiggled my fingers; they felt fine. My wrists felt sore and when I touched one or the other, they still felt tender. But they didn’t hurt as much as yesterday. “Better.”

She stepped closer, her toes touching mine. “Can you put your arms around my waist, baby?”

I carefully put my hands on her waist as Mom snaked her arms around my neck. Then she stepped in, tilted her head slightly and kissed me. As her tongue pushed into my mouth, my hands slid along her hips until my hands touched behind her. My stiffy tingled as it lay pressed between our bodies. Mom’s tits pushed against my chest.

When Mom’s tongue retreated, I pushed my way into her mouth, enjoying the very new sensations that came from French kissing. I knew I had to be careful of my wrists, but I enjoyed holding her against my body. When the kiss ended, Mom turned me around and said, “Let’s clean your back first.”

She worked her hands over my shoulders, kneading her soapy fingers into my shoulders and along my spine. She worked her way down my back until she reached my butt. Then I felt something against my back when her arms stretched around my waist. She was hugging me, holding her body tight against my back. My stiffy twitched; mom’s boobs mashed against my back! Then, her hands went lower, below my belly until she grabbed my stiffy. Her hands were slick with soap and she jerked me off a few strokes. Then she turned me back around, “If it doesn’t hurt to do it, Kel, try washing my back too.”

As soon as I grinned and nodded, Mom spun around, giving me her back. Her hair reached just below her shoulders and I pushed it out of the way before lathering my hands and touching the muscles connecting her neck to her back. Then I washed the back of her shoulders. I grimaced from the twinges of pain in my wrists, but damned if I was going to stop. I worked my way down to her butt. It was clear Mom had wanted to hug me and grab my stiffy; that’s why she didn’t mess with my butt, I think. But that didn’t stop me. My soapy hands kneaded her butt cheeks. Then I moved forward until my front touched her back and I slid my hands around her front. Where Mom had gone low, I went high.

My hands cupped her boobs. That wasn’t the best of it. My stiffy touched her backside, just below her tailbone. In fact, it had slid up into the small of her lower back when I hugged her from behind. As I played with her chest, Mom moaned, “That’s right, Kel. That feels good, baby.”

When I stopped, she turned around and pulled us under the shower where the water sluiced suds from our bodies. Then she took my head in her hands and pulled it downward until my mouth was inches away from her right tit, “If you want, Kel, it’s yours.”

I closed the distance. My tongue licked at her rubbery, hard nipple. I knew I was doing something right by the mews coming from her. I opened my mouth as wide as possible and took in about half of her fleshy breast tissue and sucked it like a baby. After a bit, I moved over to her left tit and loved on it with my tongue and then tried to take as much of it in my mouth as possible, sucking on it as hard as possible until Mom moaned, “Ah, baby!”

When I pulled my mouth off her, Mom kissed my neck and then kissed my tiny nipples. I thought she was going to kiss her way down my belly, but she stopped and pulled me down to the bottom of the tub, “Lay back, Kel. This’ll be more comfortable than standing.”

Uncertain what she intended, but trusting her completely, I slid back until my back rested against the back of the tub. The tub was both wider and longer than a standard tub, so Mom had no problem kneeling between my knees. She leaned forward until her lips kissed my belly button. Then she kissed her way down my smooth pubic area until her lips kissed the top of my little head.

The touch of her lips on my stiffy sent a wave of tingles all along my shaft. There was something in Mom’s touch that reminded me of her jacking me off, but also something both foreign and exciting. She knelt on her hands and knees as she slid her lips down past my circumcision ring. I gasped at how fast the tingling increased.

Mom slowly bobbed down until she had taken most of me in her mouth. Then she pulled up until only my little head was trapped behind her lips. Then she sank down, torturing my shaft with her tongue as she went. She found a rhythm and bobbed up and down as the pressure built in my stiffy. I had been wrong earlier. There was one thing better than having her jack me off. And that was her sucking me off.

As the tingling exploded in my balls and they pulled tight against me, I moaned, “Ah, shit!”

Then my stiffy jerked in Mom’s mouth as I felt the most powerful spasm yet. Four powerful blasts sent my watery cum into her mouth until I relaxed against the bottom of the tub. “God, that felt great!”

Mom sat on her haunch, licking her lips, “Yeah. What a delightful treat, Kel.”

Even while the buzzing in my head faded, Mom pulled me back away from the back of the tub. She sat between my legs, and ran her legs around my hips. It was like last night, only this time, her legs were on top of mine.

From there, she pulled the two of us together, our butts sliding on the tub’s bottom. Last night, my stiffy poked Mom in the belly button. Now, with my legs under Mom’s, my stiffy actually touched her slit before sliding beneath it. We both gasped when our pubic bones touched. Mom reached around my neck and pulled me close, kissing my lips and giving me a taste of the slight sweetness of my semen when she pushed her tongue into my mouth.

I liked the way my stiffy straining against her slit. At the angle at which we sat, it would not go up her, although I really wanted to know what that felt like, eventually. After the kiss, Mom caressed my back and eventually winded her way around to my chest. I was happy to return the favor, carefully, despite the pain in my wrists, massaging her boobs.

Looking down between us, her slit was barely visible. It’s not that I grew tired of playing with her tits, but that indention called to me like a siren’s call. Soon, my finger slid between our pubic bones and I felt it slide into Mom’s slit where I touched her little clit. She moaned at my touch, even as my wrist protested at the angle of my hand.

I scooted away. My stiffy sliding against her slit gave me a tingling almost as good as when Mom had sucked me. But after everything she had done, I wanted to give her something too. I swiveled around until I was on my belly and then I slid between her legs, letting my hand lead me back to her slit. Her outer lips were swollen and now that our bodies weren’t pressed against each other, her inner lips were visible as well as her clit. My fingers found that small button and when I pushed on it, Mom moaned and let her head fall back. Encircling her little clit was fun. My finger grew wet with her juices. Once, when running my finger across her nub of flesh, I slipped and my finger slid between her inner lips.

“Oh, Kel!” Mom groaned, “Put your finger in me!”

I was confused; I was inside her. Then I realized she wanted my finger in her pussy hole. I kept my finger moving toward her backside. Maybe an inch or so later, my finger slipped into something and the look on Mom’s face confirmed I had reached my goal. I pushed it in. The first thing I noticed was how wet she was. Then how warm. Her walls gripped me and I felt as though Mom’s body was trying to pull me in deeper.

With my finger in her pussy, my face was a hand span away from Mom’s slit. Feeling my slick finger, I couldn’t help but wonder what she tasted like. Drawn by the idea, I withdrew my finger and sniffed it. It had a faint odor, not in a bad way, just different. I stuck out my tongue and tasted a bit of saltiness. It wasn’t like anything else I had tasted before, but I was definitely interested in tasting more of her.

I scooted forward until my face was nearly in Mom’s slit and stuck my tongue out. I touched her outer lips first and got a taste of skin, just a hint of salt. Then I touched her little flap that mostly covered her clit. I felt that mildly salt-like taste of her juice. Mom moaned as my tongue lapped at her clit, “Oh, Kel, don’t stop, that… ahh!”

The same way I had been using my finger on her clit was just about the same way I licked her. Egged on by Mom’s encouragement, my tongue darted across the pulsing clit. The salty taste filled my mouth as she grew wetter where my tongue attacked her pleasure spot.

After a bit, Mom’s hands gripped my hair as she began shaking, “Ahh, fuck! I’m cumming!”

More of her salty juice seeped from her pussy and I kept on lapping it up as she kept shaking. I had never seen a girl cum before, and seeing Mom so close, cumming and cumming was a revelation. When she finally stopped shaking, she let go my hair, and I slid back.

That’s when I noticed the water coming from the overhead shower had gone cold. I giggled, realizing I had been totally focused on giving Mom the same pleasure she had given me. Mom gave me a kiss after climbing to her feet and turning the water off. “That was incredible, Kel. I can’t remember the last time I came that hard.”

Even as I got goosebumps on my arms from the cold water, I smiled at her. All I had wanted was to make her feel the same as me. Knowing I had filled me with elation.

Once both of us were dried, Mom put my wrist braces on. I winced at the pain lacing up my arm as she velcroed the first one in place. “You okay, Kel?”

I didn’t want to mention the pain. I had hoped to go without taking my pain meds tonight. The thought of peeing in my sleep was a powerful incentive to not taking those pills. But the pain overcame my desire, “My wrists hurt a bit.”

Mom wore a concerned look, “Maybe we shouldn’t have played as much. Well, at least with your hands. I’m sorry, baby.”

I shook my head, “Don’t be. I really liked doing the stuff we did.”

Mom tousled my wet hair, “I bet, baby. Let’s get you some meds and get a diaper on you.”

I groaned but followed her into the bedroom.

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Helpless for the Summer – Chapter 6
By
Caliboy1991

Day 4

Kelly

The first thing I realized was not being in my own bed when I woke up. When my eyes opened, a bit of light filtered into the room through the curtains. I was lying on Mom’s big king-size bed. She was lying on her side facing me. Her eyes were closed, and she was softly snoring.

My heart pounded in my chest when I saw her. Everything from yesterday flooded into my mind and I felt an overwhelming desire to hold her and kiss her again. Through the pounding in my chest, I hoped she would do again what she’d already done twice. One thing I had worried about after Dt. Peters put the wrist braces on was how I would be able to jack off; after all, I had only discovered how much fun it could be a few months ago. Being told I would wear wrist braces for half the summer had left me wondering how in the world I was going to take care of the urge to beat off almost daily.

Mom had offered a solution, and I loved her all the more for it. You couldn’t have told me before my wrists broke, she would rescue me from the awkward feeling of wet dreams in my diapers.

That thought about wet dreams made me realize something else. I was wet, and I was pretty sure it wasn’t because of a wet dream. Even though it hurt a lot, I slid one hand between the elastic band of my rubber pants and the cloth diaper. My fingers tingled painfully being used at all. But I could feel something wet against my fingers.

I sighed. The pain medication caused me to sleep soundly. Maybe too soundly. During the day, if I have to pee, I know it and Mom can help me get my diaper off so I can pee. But at night, it’s another thing. I didn’t want to wake her up, but as I lay in bed, my bladder told me it wasn’t quite finished. I can’t remember the last time I willingly peed on myself, but rather than wake her, I felt my piss turn an already wet cloth diaper even wetter.

With my bladder empty, I realized I made a mistake. If I leaked out of the rubber pants, I would make a mess on Mom’s bed. That was the last thing I wanted. If I did that, she’d never let me sleep next to her again, and I didn’t want to be banished to my bedroom again.

“Mom,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper.

Nothing. She was still asleep.

I spoke louder, “Mom, you awake?”

It took a few more times, but she eventually opened her eyes and yawned. Her eyes grew round when she saw me. Like me, she may not have remembered at first, falling asleep next to each other. Then she smiled, “Good morning, Kel. How’d you sleep?”

I didn’t waste any time, “I peed my diaper when I was asleep.”

She blinked herself awake and rose from the bed and fetched the changing supplies from below my side of the bed. After turning on the light, she spread the changing pad on the bed and I rolled onto it. As Mom pulled my rubber pants off, I noticed the tank-top she put on last night was cut away at the midriff. When she stood up straight, I could see all her skin from the top of her low-cut pink panties to the bottom hem of her equally pink tank-top, which ended a few inches below her boobs. That was a lot of skin, and before she could remove the safety pins, I felt myself growing hard.

Mom pulled the wet diaper from under me, “I think you’ll stop having accidents once you stop taking the pain meds. Goodness, you had to pee.”

She grabbed some wet-wipes and wiped my skin, going so far as to have me pull my knees up to my chest so she could wipe my butt, which embarrassingly enough had a bit of piss on it. When she finished, she said, “Before we put a new diaper on, are you finished going to the bathroom.”

The way she said it, I realized she was talking about taking a dump. And sure enough, just the mention of it, made my intestines rumble. She waved me toward the bathroom. “Take care of that, then we’ll get you cleaned up.”

I didn’t take long. I did my business and wished I could handle the roll of toilet paper myself. There was an awful lot I was discovering I liked about having Mom take care of me. But this wasn’t part of it. With a heavy sigh, I padded back into mom’s bedroom, where she wiped me clean.

I reclined back on the changing pad, my erection still pointing toward my chin. Mom leaned over me, “Well, at least you didn’t have a wet dream, right?”

I guess I was getting used to the diaper changes, even wetting myself because I could grin up at her and say, “Nope. You really helped me a lot.”

“As long as you enjoy it, I’m glad I can help out,” Mom said.

I thought she might grab me around my stiffy, but she pinned my diaper closed and then helped me slide the rubber pants over the cloth. It was after breakfast before my hardon finally went away. We spent the rest of the morning watching TV and Mom reading to me from a book on my summer reading list.

After lunch, Mom and I watched TV in the living room. Thankfully, after one of her soap shows, she put the TV on a show that we both enjoyed watching. When that show was over, my bladder made itself known. “Mom, I gotta go pee. Can you help?”

I was dry, so Mom just took my diaper off in the living room and I ran to the bathroom in my birthday suit. While I sat on the toilet, I thought it might be fun to just go naked for a bit, if Mom would allow it. When I came back into the living room, I sat down beside Mom, who was still wearing her panties and tank-top.

She said, “You want a fresh diaper or will this one,” she pointed to the diaper she had just taken off me, “work for you?”

I batted my eyes at her, “Can I wear what I’ve got on for a while?”

Mom chuckled, “Baby, you don’t have anything on. Kinda distracting, you think.”

“Please!”

Mom rolled her eyes, “Fine. But it’s going to be distracting for me to watch TV with such a good-looking naked boy by my side.”

My grin widened as she wrapped an arm around my shoulders and I leaned against the side of her chest. It didn’t take long for the inevitable to happen. After all, we were sitting side by side, our legs propped up on the coffee table. That meant my legs touched Mom’s legs. My hips touched her hips and the side of my chest touched the thin pink fabric of her tank-top. My penis soon rose to attention, which caught Mom’s attention. I think she paid my erection a lot more attention than she did the TV show.

When a commercial came on, Mom shifted slightly, turning toward me a bit. I could feel one of her tits through the tank-top as it pushed against the side of my chest. Her free hand rested on my belly, rubbing it gently. Her rubbing motion went from above my abs down to my pubic bone. Every now and then, her hand would touch my erection.

I felt like we were playing a game and her shifting had added to my good feelings. I wasn’t sure if she would let me make things even sexier, but I decided to try. “You know, Mom, you’d be more comfortable if you didn’t have to wear your shirt.”

Mom flashed me a knowing look. I guess it was pretty obvious. But a guy has to try. Right?

She surprised the hell out of me when she pulled her arms away from me and tugged at the hem of her tank-top, pulling it off. I gasped when her perky boobs came into view. I had paid close attention to them last night in the shower, but seeing them as close as they were now was a whole other thing. Her boobs gently swelled below her nipple. The swell wasn’t big, her boob didn’t sag at all. Now that they were closer to me, I could clearly see her nipples were the size of an eraser tip on the end of a pencil. The darker areola was small too; a little bit larger than a quarter.

Her arm returned around my shoulder and she shifted back to pushing her tit against the side of my chest while her other hand returned to my belly. “This better, baby?”

I couldn’t believe my luck. Mom wore only a skimpy pair of panties. All they covered were her most private parts and being nearly thirteen and horny as hell, I wondered how long it would take for me to see what remained hidden. Still, I was still trying to absorb the fact that Mom’s boob pushed against my chest. One thing at a time.

Mom’s hand eventually dropped lower, and she took my stiffy in her hand. When she pulled up, jacking me off, I dropped my head forward enough that Mom’s right boob was only a couple of inches from my face. I leaned forward more and kissed her nipple. She squeezed me as she gasped in surprise. Then she resumed sliding her hand up and down my stiffy. I kept kissing her nipple, feeling it grow hard under my lips and tongue.

She moaned wordlessly as I licked my tongue across the end of her tit. In response, her hand moved faster and the familiar tingling grew. I wouldn’t last long, so I redoubled sucking on her boob. Like a dam breaking, my cum came up on me suddenly. My stiffy kicked around in Mom’s hand as little clear blasts of cum splattered my chest. She let go of my stiffy and I let her nipple fall from my mouth.

There was a sheen of wetness on the tip of my penis. There was also a sheen of wetness on Mom’s tit. I caused both of them. My saliva coated Mom’s breast almost as much as my watery semen glistened on my flagging erection.

Just like last night, Mom’s fingers scooped up my jizz and put it in her mouth. While it had caught me off guard last night, the truth of it was, I had tasted my cum a few times, so knew what it tasted like. That she wanted it was just an added bonus.

After cumming, I relaxed. Even my penis seemed to have had enough. That didn’t change Mom’s position. She remained close against me, her boob still pushing against my chest. But as my orgasm faded, we both watched the TV show.

By dinner, we both seemed to enjoy our current dress code. Mom looked really hot in just a pair of panties; she kept blushing whenever I would stare at her tits. And I think she enjoyed looking at me naked, given how often I felt her eyes on me. And after dinner, when I had to go pee, I didn’t need to worry about having my diaper changed. I just rolled off her bed and ran to the bathroom.

The movie we had started after dinner was a dud. After losing interest in it, I rolled onto my side. Mom’s eyes cut away from the TV and she grinned. “If that chick on the screen says far out one more time, I think I’m going to scream.”

The show drew my attention when the actress piped up, “Far out!”

Mom groaned, giving a fake shriek. I moved closer to her and put my index finger over her lips, “Turn it off if you don’t want to watch it.”

Mom kissed my finger, “What would you rather do, baby?”

Normally in the summer, I didn’t have to take a shower every night. Usually every second, maybe every third night kept Mom off my back last summer. But if we got into the shower, I figured Mom would play with me some more. “Can you give me a shower?”

Mom hit the off button on the remote control, “Sure, Kel. I guess you’re already ready for it.”

I glanced down. Yep. Naked as the day I was born. I bounded off the bed, “I gotta pee first.”

I had just finished going to the bathroom when Mom came in. She was still in just her pink panties when she turned the faucet on. She was bent over the faucet. Her tits only jiggled a bit, but seeing them move, they were the sexiest thing in the world.

Once the water turned hot, she directed the flow through the overhead showerhead. Then she helped me take my wrist braces off. When she slipped the left wrist brace off, I said, “Thanks. That feels better. Are you going to wear your panties like last night?”

Mom’s face colored at my question. “Why? You trying to see all of me naked?”

I blushed as I glanced at the floor. Busted. I shrugged, “Um, well, I thought you didn’t like getting your underwear wet.”

She slipped her fingers under the lacy hem of her panties and slid them down, exposing her slit to me. I gasped at the sight. I had expected to see a mound of adult pubic hair. Instead, she was smooth and I could see the front end of her slit.

If I hadn’t already been hard, I sure would have boned up right then. If I had stared any harder, my eyes would have burned out. Mom’s body was lean and slender. She looked just as hot as I had imagined some of the girls in my class looking. She flashed me another grin, “You’re right, Kel. Now, this way, we can both get our showers.”

I still hadn’t found my voice, so I let her help me into the shower. We stood under the hot water, almost toe to toe. Mom looked me in the eyes, “You okay with this?”

It was hard holding my voice steady. “Y-, yeah. You’re the best, Mom.”

She snaked her arms around my neck and she kissed my lips. This wasn’t like the other kisses. After a handful of heartbeats, I realized she was waiting for me to kiss her back. Mom was the only person I had ever kissed before. And until these past few days, my kisses with her had felt nothing like this. I returned her kiss and wrapped my arms around her back. I couldn’t grab my arms to hold her. My wrists wouldn’t allow that. Instead, I inched forward until my feet were between hers. That made our bodies touch. Her boobs felt soft and warm against my chest, and I could feel Mom’s smooth pubic mound against my balls.

When her lips parted from mine, Mom sighed, “I love you, Kel.”

I didn’t know how to respond. What I felt inside me was bigger than anything else I’d ever felt. I echoed her words, “I love you too, Mom.”

As she let go of my neck, she pushed me down to my knees and grabbed the shampoo. As she lathered my hair, I enjoyed alternating between looking up at her boobs, just a few inches away from my eyes or down at her barely visible slit.

As she rinsed the shampoo out of my hair, she said, “Once you can use your wrists, would you mind shampooing my hair?”

Once my wrists heal, there won’t be a reason for Mom to still bathe me. I’ll be able to manage it on my own. Yet, here she was, asking me if I wanted to wash her hair once my wrists heal. I connected the dots in my head. A thrill of excitement shot through me, “Yeah. Will you still give me showers once I’m healed?”

Mom knelt down beside me and nodded as she lathered her hair. “If you want, baby.”

Once she rinsed her hair of soap, I asked, “You know, um, if you want, after my wrists are healed. Ah, you know, um, you can still, ah… maybe help me with, uh, my stuff.”

She grinned at me and her fingers gripped my erection, “You mean, this kind of stuff?”

I nodded, enjoying the tingling brought on by her touch.

Mom let go of my stiffy and gently took hold of my right hand. She placed my palm against her left tit. Despite the pain of holding my hand up, I liked the softness under my hand. She added, “How about this? When your wrists are healed, can you take touch me here?”

My hand fell away when she left my palm on her chest. The pain was sharp. But I could already tell, it didn’t hurt quite as much as the day after I broke my wrists. Every day my wrists would feel a bit better. Maybe with any luck, I’ll be able to feel up her tits before the braces come off.

I said, “Yeah. I think your, ah, tits are the best.”

Mom pulled down on me and I sat cross-legged on the bottom of the tub. She joined me, stretching her legs, sliding them along the outside of my legs. She said, “Put your legs on top of mine, Kel.”

A moment later, my legs stretched past Mom’s hips. Then she inched forward until our knees were past each other’s hips. Now, our faces were separated by a hand’s span. Mom’s boobs were bare inches away from my chest. I gasped in shock as I saw my stiffy poking Mom in her belly button.

Mom’s voice shook, “Ah, wow. This is interesting. You okay, Kel?”

I was as horny as I have ever been. Even though Mom’s slit was several inches lower than my penis because of the way we sat, I still couldn’t believe how close my stiffy was to her slit. My voice warbled, “Y-, yeah.”

Mom could have asked me to have sex with her right then and I would have jumped at it, even though I had only the vaguest of ideas about how exactly I was supposed to put my penis into her vagina. I knew thinking about her in that way was wrong. The problem is, I couldn’t see why it was wrong. There’s nobody I love more than Mom, and she loves me just as much. I knew enough about sex to know it was something to be shared with someone you love, and that was Mom and me to a tee. Still, not knowing how to do any of that, I felt it better to wait until Mom was ready.

I added, “W-, what about you–okay?”

She answered by leaning in and planting another kiss on my lips. Two heartbeats later she said, “Yes, baby. I enjoy being this close to you.”

Then she grabbed the soap and started washing me above my collarbone, leisurely working her lathered-up hands down my chest. I leaned my head back, enjoying her sensuous touch. I was beyond ready for her touch when her fingers finally reached my eager stiffy.

She wrapped soap-slick fingers around my shaft, working her hand up and down. When I opened my eyes, she was looking at my face. All the love she had for me was in that gaze. At that moment, I realized I would do anything to keep what we had discovered because of the painful accident. When I can finally take those damned braces off my wrists, I don’t want to give up her kisses or her touch. I couldn’t think of how to say it yet, but I knew what I wanted, even if the how to get it part was fuzzy.

Those thoughts retreated as the tingling consumed me, chasing everything else from my brain. Mom’s hands sped up, as though she had some kind of sixth sense about my needs. Her soapy hands had created a thick, white lather on both our stomachs, as her hand had rubbed against our bodies as she jacked me off. Then I felt it; that electrical jolt started in my balls, traveling through my stiffy, connecting to my spinal cord, where it shot up to my brain instantly. Fireworks exploded in my head and in my stiffy. I spasmed; a shot of cum flew up, hitting Mom’s chin. A heartbeat later, another spasm sent another thin stream of my clear semen splattering against Mom’s right tit. The other two dollops of my seed landed on her soapy belly.

In the midst of my cumming, I moaned, “Ahh, I love you so much!”

When my penis deflated, Mom let go of it, “I love you to, Kel. Thank you for sharing that with me.”

I was still lightheaded as I grinned, “Anytime. That was incredible.”

Mom wiped my cum from her chin and boob, sticking her goo-covered finger into her mouth with an exaggerated “Mmm-mmm, good.”

When Mom continued bathing me, she didn’t move, she just wrapped her hands around my back and washed my back by touch. I really liked her washing me this way. Her head rested on my shoulder and our bodies touched. I think I had just found my new favorite way for her to wash my back.

When I mentioned that, Mom laughed, “I’ll keep that in mind, Kel.”

To get the soap washed off, we had to move about half a foot toward my end of the tub. We managed to move together, keeping our bodies touching even as the water washed us clean. Water cascaded from my head, “Can I wash your body once my wrists are healed enough?”

Mom nodded, “Of course you can, Kel.”

It was her turn to wash herself, and Mom didn’t disappoint. She stayed joined to me at our midsections as she washed her front. It was only when she got below her belly that she scooted back, bringing her slit into view. Her soapy fingers slid down her shaved and smooth pubic mound until her index finger disappeared into the slit.

Mom shuddered and gasped. Outside her slit, Mom’s knuckle moved. Then I realized her finger was doing something to her vagina. At school, I had heard about girls masturbating too. I leaned back, so I could get a better view of her finger, jabbed into her slit. Time had no meaning as I stared. Sometimes, Mom’s entire body shook, other times, her slit quivered. The water flowing from the showerhead began to lose its heat when Mom tossed back her head and wordlessly moan as every part of her shook.

When she pulled her finger from her slit, it glistened with a wetness unrelated to the shower, although the water pouring over us soon washed her juices away. When she opened her eyes, her cheeks blushed as she faltered, “S-, sorry, Kel. After taking care of you, I needed to take care of my own needs too.”

The water quickly went from hot, to lukewarm, to cold. Mom turned the water off and helped me to my feet. As she toweled me dry, I said, “That was cool. I’ve heard about girls in my class sometimes doing that, but I’d never understood what they were talking about. Now… wow!”

Mom’s cheeks kept burning, “Ah, well, boys aren’t the only people who need sexual release, Kel. Girls need it to.”

“Yeah. You looked like you really liked it. I wish I could help you feel that good.”

Mom stood from where she had dried my legs, “I’d like that, Kel.”

After she dried herself, she took me back into her bedroom, “How are your wrists feeling? If you need some pain meds, you can take a pill.”

My wrists always hurt after the shower. Probably because of taking off and putting back on the braces. “Maybe one.”

I would rather not have the pill, because it meant I was likely to wet myself while I slept. But the pain would keep me awake.

Mom let me sleep with her again after she diapered me up.

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