Both chemotherapy and radiation were used to treat my leukaemia. It was worth every second of it when I was told my cancer was in remission. My mother couldn’t have been happier. It had been a gruelling year and a half for both of us since I was first diagnosed. And now we had a reprieve, at least for the moment.
There have been several changes to my body since I went through those treatments. The one which has had the most effect on my life is my skin sensitivity. It was a slow change. Over the course of several months, my skin became irritable whenever it came into contact with anything. The only fabric I could tolerate was silk. Having always been a gentle, feminine boy, being forced to wear silk came as a blessing.
Mother shopped around for silk underwear but found it was difficult to find. Instead, she resorted to buying me dozens of silk panties. Even in ‘masculine’ colors, there would be no mistaking that I was wearing panties. She found a pair of silk pyjama pants, but I pretended that it bothered my skin. The next time she went shopping, she returned with several silk blouses. It was a treat to mince around my house wearing only panties and oversized blouses. I quickly came to prefer the shorter blouses that didn’t quite cover up my panties while standing.
While I was being treated, I lost a lot of weight and spent no time outside. In addition, my body hair never really grew back. This left me looking very skinny, pale and hairless. To be perfectly honest, I loved my new look.
I was an only child and my mother had always been overprotective. But after I became ill, she became hyper overprotective. In her maternal opinion, there wasn’t a girl alive who was good enough for me. Luckily, girls my age weren’t at all interested in the sick boy with cancer. Having never had anyone from the opposite sex attracted to me, I quickly began to enjoy the way mother looked at me while in my panties and blouses.
One morning, I walked out to greet her wearing only my bikini cut, white silk panties. When mother turned away from the kitchen counter and saw me, her eyes drifted over my body and lingered on the small outline of my little penis and marble-sized balls. Her mouth fell open when I crossed the room and hugged her while chirping, “Good morning, Mom!”
She hesitated before wrapping her big, soft arms around my skinny body. My Mom was not a petite woman, full-figured would best describe her. She had wide hips, thick thighs, and gigantic breasts. She stood half-a-head taller than me and I when we embraced, I rested my head against her shoulder.
Mom soon let me go and held me at arm’s length. Her eyes drifted up and down over my body, once again lingering on my small penis which had become slightly stiff from our hug. When her eyes met mine, she said, “Tristan, why are you only wearing panties? Where is your blouse?”
My body squirmed while her eyes drifted over my body again. I lowered my chin and told a white lie, “When I woke up, my skin was kinda itchy. I really didn’t want to cover up too much.” Glancing up to her eyes, I said, “It’s just the two of us Mom. Can’t I stay dressed like this today?”
She smiled and answered, “Well, it is just the two of us. So I suppose it would be okay.” Her hand slipped under my arm and slid over my ribs, down my side. “During your last appointment, Dr. Harris prescribed a lotion that she thought may help with your skin irritation. I’ll go get it and rub you down before breakfast.”
I followed two steps behind her while she made her way to the bathroom. In the cabinet, she quickly located the new tube of lotion. When she turned around, I don’t think she expected me to be right behind her. Her eyes wandered over my body while she suggested, “Let’s have you lay on your bed.”
I quickly squeaked, “Okay!” Before spinning around and leading the way to my bedroom. After a step or two, I began to wiggle my panty covered bottom with every step I took. When I turned the corner into my room, I glanced over my shoulder and saw that she was indeed watching my butt wiggle around. I looked away before she knew I’d seen what she was up too. Having already made my bed, Mom helped me to pull down the covers and top sheet. I climbed up on my bed and lay back on my silk sheet.
Mom looked down upon my nearly naked body while uncapping the lotion. In a concerned tone, she asked, “Where does it itch?”
Bending my knees and spreading them apart, I arched my back a little and bit my lower lip. I motioned with my hands indicating my chest, sides, and stomach. I answered her in a soft voice, “It’s itchy all around here.”
She squirted out a large dollop of the cream into her hand. After setting the tube down on my bedside table, she warmed the cream between her hands. Reaching down, she started on my chest and rubbed the cream into my sensitive skin with a feathery touch. Her big, soft, warm hands sliding over my body affected me in a way that it shouldn’t have. My skinny, little penis started to become erect beneath my silk panties. She didn’t say anything about it, but I did see her glance down at it a few times.
After warming more cream between her hands, she began rubbing up and down my sides. Her gentle touch was enough to make my penis become fully erect. I purred softly, “That feels really good, Mom.”
She sounded nervous and uncomfortable when she said, “I think it may feel too good.” And she removed her hands from my body.
My penis throbbed and the waistband of the panties lifted off my stomach. Biting my lip and looking up into her eyes, I said, “Please don’t stop.”
She stood beside my bed, looking down at my very excited body. “Sweetheart, this isn’t right. I sometimes forget you’re 19 and in your prime. My touch shouldn’t... You shouldn’t...”
Looking up at her, my body squirmed on the silk sheets and I whimpered softly, “I don’t have anyone else. No one has ever touched me... there. Mom, I’m a virgin. Please Mom, just this once?”
Still standing so close to me, looking down at my skinny, pale, hairless body. My hands slid down my sides until my thumbs hooked under the sides of my panty and began to slowly lower them. As my panties moved lower, my penis remained fully covered but stood straight up while leaving my smooth pubic mound exposed.
She slowly shook her head, “We can’t. This isn’t right. I’m your mother and a mother should never...”
Lifting the waistband of my panty, until suddenly, my very stiff penis slapped against my pale stomach. I wiggled the panty down to mid-thigh. All the while, I looked up at my mother’s face. Her eyes were drifting across my naked, erect penis, upper body and face. “Please, Mom?”
She looked over her shoulder as if she was afraid someone was standing in the doorway watching us. Looking back down at me writhing on my bed. “Please don’t ask me to do this. Baby, play with yourself. Okay?”
Lifting my legs up so I could slide my panties all the way off. After laying my legs back on the bed, I let my panty fall from my finger to the floor near where she stood. Now laying completely naked on silk sheets with my penis throbbing, I arched my back and stretched my arms above my head before slipping them under the pillow my head rested upon. “Mom, just this once. Please?”
She looked over her shoulder at the door again. When she looked back down at me, she shook her head and grinned weakly. “I can’t believe I’m going to do this.” And she sat down beside my hip facing my upper body. She laid her hand on my extreme upper thigh. With a serious look on her face and a tone in her voice, she said, “We never tell anyone about this.”
I bit my lip and arched my back, “I promise.”
She went on to say, “And it’s just this one time.”
My penis throbbed and I squeaked, “Yes, just this once!”
Her eyes drifted down to my erection that was throbbing so close to her hand. She looked back to my eyes and said, “I mean it. This is a one-time thing.” While she spoke her hand began to move slowly toward my bald penis.
I whimpered softly as her soft touch approached my little hard-on. When her first finger and thumb circled my erection, I moaned, “I love you, Mom.”
