Bathtime Help

Ever since getting top surgery, my mom has been by my side for anything I may need. Eating, moving, grabbing things, and she drives me everywhere all the while I heal from the most exhausting thing I've ever gone through thus far. She means the world to me and she does everything with a gentle smile on her face. She's been my biggest support ever since I came out; and admittedly, I've always been a mama's boy.

My healing process has been smooth so far, but some days are better than others- sometimes I can hardly move my arms away from my body. I'm like a goddamn T-Rex with back problems! So, when it came to bathing today, it seemed like an impossible chore that was weighing heavy on my shoulders. I think mom could see that while I sat lazily on the couch, my face reading of uncomfortability with quiet grunting of frustration.

"Baby, are you okay?" My mom asked, looking at me over the top of her glasses, as she sat in a chair nearby with a book in hand.

"Kinda, I just feel really gross 'cause I can't shower right now," I responded.

Mom closed her book as she hummed with a nonverbal, sympathetic apology, "I can help you wash your hair maybe, or help you in the tub like I did when you were a baby." She teased with a smirk.

"Mommmm..."

"Whattttt!" She soon moved over to sit next to me, immediately wrapping her arms around me to carefully bring me into a hug, my head hitting her chest, "I just wanna help my baby."

I stayed silent a moment before answering, "I really could use a bath right now," I sighed and looked up to meet her gaze.

She kissed the top of my head and helped me stand, walking me to the bathroom with her arm still wrapped around my waist.

"I'll be back one second, baby, I'm just gonna grab my swimsuit," She left before I could question it.

Does that mean... she's getting in with me? Mom and I were close, I mean, really close, I didn't know what to think! But regardless, I seriously needed a bath, no matter who was joining me.

Mom returned a few minutes later with two blue towels and a black string bikini on, leaving very little to the imagination. For some reason my cheeks felt hot and my eyes couldn't seem to peel away from her midriff or her thighs. Jesus, testosterone makes you think the weirdest things...

Mom sat down on the edge of the tub and turned the faucet on, letting the water run. Without hesitation she turned back and immediately tugged my sweatpants down, and then my boxers. I stepped out of them without question, but now I felt so, very exposed. She smiled up at me, then helped shrug off my zip-up hoodie - bless those things. There I was, standing butt naked with bandages around my chest in front of my own mom. Once more, my face felt flushed and my stomach was beginning to turn in a way that I didn't felt often. I couldn't quite explain it.

"All nice and hot," She commented, placing a hand on my forearm and another at my lower back, guiding me into the tub- and soon after, following me in and sitting directly behind me.

It was hot, but not burning, the steam filled the room and it was the most comfortable I'd been in a long time. I could feel my breathing slow, and my eyes even grew a bit heavy. Really, all that I needed now was a glass of wine and some candles and I was set.

I sat between my mom's legs, but I was too scared to lean back against her, though I could still feel her closeness behind me. It was comforting.

"Everything feel okay, baby?" Mom asked in a voice barely above a whisper, her hands rubbing my upper arms.

I nodded silently, a relaxed and content smile across my face, and mom could see that.

She placed a gentle kiss behind my ear and briefly nuzzled close to me- I could feel her chest against my back, she felt warm too.

Very carefully, to make everything as relaxing as possible, mom began to wash my hair, "Here, lean your head back so the water falls," She instructed, coaxing my head by my chin. She carefully poured water over me, her hands massaging my scalp and I could feel her fingertips trailing down my neck and shoulders every time- gave me chills from each pass.

After my hair, came a washcloth with soap and she carefully washed my arms and shoulder- making sure to wash around my bandages best she could. But what I hadn't prepared for was her hand moving to my stomach, and then my legs... and everything that resides between, but she soon stopped after she washed everything aside from my groin and ass- save the awkwardness.

"Okay, babes, do you think you can wash yourself down there?" Mom asked, offering the towel.

I winced as I took it, my hand starting to shake in pain as I moved it below the water. The strain was so intense, but no progress was made.

"F-Fuck, no, I can't, I'm sorry," I huffed, unintentionally leaning back against mom's shoulder.

She placed a kiss on my cheek and did not hesitate to retrieve the washcloth, "No worries, bud, we can skip that. Or, if you feel comfortable, I can do it,"

"I dunno... maybe, yeah, if- if it's not too weird to you. I just... I feel gross, like, all over,"

"I'm your mom, I've seen all of you countless of times, it's really no issue to me," She smiled and suddenly bombarded my face with kisses- causing the both of us to fall into a fit of giggles and splashing water.

"Mommmm!" I laughed, trying to pull my head away, but she caught me again. However, in the struggle, my head turned toward her- catching her lips briefly against mine. When we both pulled away, but, there was no awkwardness- solely smiles and giggles, comfortable intimacy between mother and son.

We sighed with drifting, quieting laughs- I think we both realized how physically close we were at that point, but neither of us cared.

I watched carefully as the washcloth submerged and made gentle contact with my mound and pubic hair. My heart pounded like a bass drum against my bindings. She moved to wash my outer lips, keeping her touch gentle, slow, and careful.

In a soft voice, her lips almost pressed against my ear, "I'm gonna move lower and get your behind too, okay?"

I shakily nodded and nervously cleared my throat, hoping to god she can't see my flushed cheeks. My thoughts were racing, and bordering the lines of taboo between mother and son.

She spared no inch of my ass from her washcloth. She moved the cloth around each one of my cheeks... and I swear I could feel a slight grab. Then she moved between, running her clothed fingertip along my asshole- it was then that I couldn't hold back a pathetic groan.

Her hand immediately stopped and moved her hands to my waist, "You okay, bud?" She asked with genuine and sweet concern.

"Yeah... yeah, I'm just really sensitive right now," I stammered, "And being on T isn't really helping that..."

At that implication, mom responded, "Oh, I didn't mean to! I'm sorry, I can stop if you're feeling uncomfortable-"

"-No! No, no it's okay," My voice suddenly fell quieter to my next admission, "I, uh... actually don't mind the feeling..." I wanted to collapse inward, hiding away from her- knowing she's going to think that's weird. Why wouldn't she! A mother and son can't touch each other like that, no matter how close or comfortable they are with one another, not even if they just accidentally kissed minutes ago...

The room was still after my words, my breathing was shaking and clearly nervous.

Slowly, mom's hand moved toward my front, returning to my outer lips and gently rubbing along my slit with a clothed fingertip.

Her lips moved to gently press a kiss against my ear, "If you don't mind, I don't mind," She whispered and I immediately melted back into her, feeling her intimate cleaning continue for a little while.

There it was... the line was crossed. God, I wish I knew what she was thinking too.

"O-Okay, I... I think I'm clean down there, mom," I managed to stammer out.

"Do you want me to stop?" She asked curiously, searching for my gaze, but I couldn't build up the courage to return it.

I thought about her question. Do I want her to stop touching my pussy? Her hand was still there, unmoving until I reached definite consent- but consent for what? I'm her son! We've always been so close, though... I'm her baby and it's just the two of us at home and I wouldn't want it any other way. Fuck, I think I want my mom.

I finally shook my head, "No... n-no, you can keep going... please," Fucking hell, I begged. I begged so badly. So needy for my own mother, but just that thought alone made things one hundred times hotter.

Rather smugly, mom lifted her hand up and set down the washcloth on the edge of the tub and sunk back underwater- I knew what that meant and a whimper immediately rolled from my lips- my head leaned back against her shoulder. I felt her lips on my forehead.

I felt her gentle, motherly hand move to my clit, making heavy, slow circles, causing me to squirm. Another hand wrapped around my waist- her hand resting on my stomach.

"You have to stay still for me, baby," She cooed, placing another encouraging kiss to my cheek,

I spread my legs for her, feel her skilled fingers spread my lips and poke and prod at my insides- teasing my leaking hole. I couldn't keep the noises from pouring out of me.

"You're my handsome man, aren't you?" She purred in my ear, littering kisses along my cheek and neck, "I always thought you were soooo handsome, baby. You're mama's boy. All mine~" She giggled and nuzzled close to me.

Like before, I turned my head to look up at her, my expression full of plea and desire, "I'm all yours, mom,"

The gap closed between us, our lips met unlike any time beforehand- this was no longer a platonic kiss between mother and son, this was an intense love between mother and son.

We didn't break apart, in fact, it only intensified, and I felt the wet snake of her tongue exploring my mouth- and I attempted the same. But at the same time a jolt of electricity surged through my body as I felt two fingers enter my leaking boypussy.

"You're so wet for me, buddy, and that's not even from our nice bath," She teased, curling her fingers upward, causing a sudden cry to leave my lips.

"M-Mom!"

"Yes, baby, I'm here- I'm here..." She held me closer, groaning right into my ear, "You're my good boy, Jaime... my good boy."

Her finger movement intensified, pumping into me at a quickening pace. She alternated between fingerfucking me and sliding out and teasing my aching and puffy clit. I couldn't help but cry and twitch every time. She's an expert at this, and I only wished I could return the favor.

As if reading my mind, mom sat forward and reached behind her back - her other hand still fucking me - to effortlessly untie her bikini top- discarding it over the edge of the tub. As we leaned back once again, I felt her bare nipples against my back and shoulders. Adjusting in my own seat, I turned toward her and immediately took her right nipple in my mouth, my tongue swirling and nibbling at the rosebud. It felt amazing in my mouth.

I could feel her looking down at me with pride- her hand briefly slowed down- though she instead added a third finger, "Oh, my... you still wanna breastfeed, huh, Jaime," She giggled, pressing a kiss to my forehead again- I melted. "My sweet boy!" She moaned.

My head was spinning and my mouth felt amazing latched onto her. The faster I sucked, the faster her fingers pumped into me- sending a wave of chills every single time. I didn't want this to end, but I could feel the edge rapidly approaching in my gut. It was so pathetic how quickly it was coming. Perhaps it was the taboo thought behind this... that moral reminder that we shouldn't be doing this, but god, did we both want it.

I couldn't help myself from pulling away, and instead looking up and directly into her honey, brown eyes, "Mom, fuck, mama!" I cried, my face contorted with pure pleasure.

"Yes, my good boy, my sweet, sweet boy- cum for me. Cum for mama."

"Mom, please, mama! Mama!" I cried, her three fingers turning into four, and her thumb simultaneously and relentlessly abused my clit.

"Mom!!" It was all too much and with a loud cry, my body shook and twitched with my release. I felt her four fingers seize, though stay inside me, absolutely coating her hand in my juices. She held me close against her body, rubbing my back and shoulder- and even fixing my hair, like any mother would whilst four fingers deep inside my cunt.

"Good job, buddy," She whispered and kissed my forehead, "So good for mommy. Sooo good,"

My head was spinning and I could hardly open my eyes. With an audible squelch from my pussy and squirm of my body, mom carefully removed her hand from inside me, and the juice shimmered on her fingers in the dim light of the bathroom.

"Mom..." I mumbled, my head resting atop her chest.

"C'mon, baby, let's get you cleaned up," She carefully coaxed me to sit up, "And how about you sleep in my bed tonight."

The End.