Warning: The following story has male anal, as well as m/f incest. All characters are fictional, and they and this story are products of my warped and twisted mind. Turn back now if this isn't your cup of tea. The most important thing you can do is vote on this and any other story you read here. I encourage you to do so. If I don't know if you like it or hate it, I have no reason to write a sequel.
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Chris Jacobs was 19 years old, a college freshman, and thoroughly frightened.
Chris was amazingly grateful for his high-speed internet connection - he secretly referred to it as his pipeline to porn. He loved his porn, but lately he'd been having a problem He couldn't always cum though. His dick just didn't respond, and as it got worse, his balls would ache. A good orgasm would clear it, usually, but it had been a week since he'd been able to cum, and his dick would droop halfway through trying from the ache.
This scared him. He shouldn't be impotent at his age. Chris lived with his widowed mom, Rosemarie whom everyone called "Jinx" since her childhood. His mom had explained that she got the nickname because as a child she would almost always know what someone else would say, and blurted it out with them, and "Jinx you owe me a coke" became Jinx.
Chris was mortified with his "shrinking violet" and called his Uncle Larry, his mother's brother in law, who was a urologist. Larry agreed to be quiet unless he found a problem. He examined Chris in his office after hours, and then asked Chris some thoroughly embarrassing questions. Afterward they sat in Larry's office.
"Well Chris, your problem isn't too serious, but it's very rare in a teenager. You told me when you ejaculate, it's usually a lot. Now teens who are virgins generally jerk off like the energizer bunny - they keep going and going. In your case, your randomly losing your erection, and the sperm is building up, which is causing inflammation in your testicles, which them causes you to lose your erection, and its a cycle you need to break."
Chris looked at his uncle in confusion and said "What can I do to help myself Uncle Larry?"
Larry pushed his glasses up, ran a hand through his receding hair and sighed. "Go on amazon and buy yourself a dildo, or a butt plug. Anal stimulation of the prostate will help you maintain your erection, and increase your ejaculations."
He looked at his uncle in abject horror, and exclaimed "Dude! I am not gay!" Larry reassured the teen that even straight men could enjoy anal sex, and it would help him out.
When Chris got home, he went online, and started looking for sex aids. Unsure of what to buy, he went o his order status to see where the video game he ordered was. In the order history, he saw his mom had apparently ordered herself a dildo a few weeks preciously. Chris's mind then started spinning when he realized that his mom would surely see if he ordered a sex aid.
After some serious contemplation, Chris came upon a solution. He'd borrow Jinx's dildo. Jinx was at her job as a Nurse, and wouldn't be home for 2 hours or so. He could go in her room, slip the dildo in, and have an orgasm.
He went into his mom's room with his laptop, and sat on the bed. He looked at the nightstand, and on it was a picture of Jinx, and Steve, his late father who was tragically killed 2 years previously by an IED in Afghanistan. He turned it face down in embarrassment.
He opened the top drawer. Nothing. He opened the bottom drawer - and gasped. Apparently his Mom didn't have a dildo. She had dildos - and lots of them! They were all different colors and shapes. He selected what appeared to be the smallest. It was about 8 inches long, and an inch and a half or three quarters wide.. It was narrower than his own cock, but longer.
He stood up and dropped his basketball shorts. He wasn't wearing underwear. He stepped out of the shorts, and climbed on the bed, holding the dildo. He opened his laptop, and watched some anal porn. He figured that would be a good theme for his 'treatment.'
As usual, he lost his erection a few minutes of stroking. He turned on his side, and grasped the dildo. As he'd seen in the videos, he just tried to shove it in.
"MOTHERFUCKER!!" he yelled, and threw the dildo across the room after a burning pain came from his virginal o-ring.
"I don't care if I never cum again," he mentally grumbled while holding his ass. "I don't know how people can do that shit!"
Later that day, he realized he was going to have to ask his mom for help. And the very thought chilled his bones. He knew she was a medical professional, but these were his balls - a part his mom hadn't seen since his diaper days, and he'd have proffered to keep it that way. He decided to make dinner - not something he did everyday, but often enough that Jinx wouldn't think it odd. It usually put her in a good mood.
Jinx came in the door after a rough day, and a rougher commute, and smiled at the smell of garlic in the air. As her heritage was Italian, she always equated garlic with warm kitchens, good family and good food - love. She walked in the kitchen to find her son with a spoon outstretched. "Taste?" he queried. Jinx happily accepted the jot spoon in her mouth, and smiled in happiness.
"Delicious!" she exclaimed, and hugged the beaming chef. "I just need to go change out of this sweaty scrubs. Will dinner be ready to serve by then?"
"We have about 10 minutes, if you want to take a quick shower" Chris replied.
Jinx entered the master suite, quickly stripped, and entered the glass enclosure, letting the hot water pour over her lithe frame. She grabbed her razor, and quickly scraped off the stubble from her pussy and legs mechanically. She loved being hairless, and hadn't had much time that morning.
She then luxuriated in the steamy shower, rubbing her body with vanilla and coconut body wash, and mused about how she had a damn good body for 38. Muscular, but not grossly so due to good genes, and hard work at her job. Firm 32 D boobs which looked huge on her five foot three inch frame, They were still upturned and perky,
She turned off the water after hearing her son shout that dinner was ready and swiftly toweled off and put on an old Metallica shirt of her husbands and compression shorts, her standard around the house outfit, eschewing underwear as was her custom. She returned to her kitchen, and sat down at the table, happily digging in, and began talking to Chris about her day.
She noticed quickly that her son was not meeting her gaze, and giving one word answers to question. Her spidey sense tingling, she pointed her fork at her son, and asked, "OK - out with it. What's wrong?"
Chris put down his fork, and looked down. After a moment, he looked up at his mom's green eyed gaze, and returned his eyes to his plate. In a quite halting voice, he said "I went to see Uncle Larry today - I have a medical, um...man issue."