Bobby and his mother, Rachel, arrived back at home. They got out of the car and neither one could look at each other. Bobby went to his room to get on the computer while his mom started to make dinner. His twin sisters Lisa and Theresa were spending the night at a friend's house meaning that he and his mom would be alone until tomorrow evening.
Bobby was totally unsure what to make of what just happened. He had just come from the doctor's office where a sexy older woman jerked him off and let him cum all over her face and tits, and not only that but he did it in front of his mom! Then she prescribed "manual masturbation" as Dr. White had put it three times a day, or in other words have someone else jerk off his huge cock, and surprisingly enough, his mom volunteered for the job!
This was just too unreal. Although his mom was hot, he never thought about her sexually before. He wasn't really sure if he wanted her to jerk him off or not, but it was obvious that he couldn't cum without someone else, and the doctor said that it would be for the best. He used to jerk off three times a day when he could still get himself off, and his balls hurt if he didn't do it at least that many times, but he didn't want his mom to jerk him off if she didn't want to. He decided that he wouldn't mention it to her, that way she could have an easy out and not have to do it for him.
Rachel was also thinking about what had just happened while she was making dinner. She didn't know what had come over her when she volunteered herself to jerk her own son off three times a day. She was thinking about just asking Dr. White to do it instead. But then again, she thought, Bobby has the biggest cock I've ever seen in my life, and so much cum! I don't care if he's my son, I'd do anything to see that thing shoot again.
She considered trying to find an excuse to watch Dr. White as she jerked off Bobby but couldn't think of anything believable. After awhile, she decided that it was hopeless. If she wanted to see Bobby's cock let out a fountain of cum again, she'd have to do it herself.
Bobby was playing solitaire on his computer when his mom called him down for dinner. He came down and sat across from her at the table as he always did. He grabbed the plate before him and shoveled some food on it, all the while keeping his head down as to not look his mom in the eye. Rachel obviously noticed the change in her son because she asked him, "What's wrong, sweetie?"
Bobby looked up at her finally, a little shocked that she could even talk to him after what happened, "N-n-n-nothings wrong mom, why w-w-w-would you say that?"
Rachel put down her fork. Obviously Bobby was troubled about something, and she could guess what it was. "Is this about, um, what happened in the doctors office Bobby?"
Bobby was really taken aback at this, he wasn't sure how to respond and just stared at her dumbly.
"Bobby, you don't need to feel embarrassed about that. I can imagine what you must be going through. I mean, with balls as big as..."
"MOM!" Bobby practically screamed, not believing that his mom was just about to talk about his nuts.
"Look hon, considering what the doctor prescribed for us, I think we should both get as comfortable as we can with talking about these things. Alright, sweetie?"
Bobby stared dumbly a little longer. He realized that she was right, "Okay, fine, we'll talk about it mom, but I'm still not completely comfortable, okay?"
"That's fine Bobby. I'll try to talk about it as professionally as I can."
"Thanks mom."
"Okay, now as I was saying, I know it must be rough for you, not being able to cum, I mean, ejaculate must be very hard on a boy your age, since you are in your sexual prime. And it must be even worse for you, since I can tell by how much, um, semen you produced earlier that you need to, um, ejaculate many times a day, and you don't have a girlfriend to help you, so whether we like it or not, I'm the one that has to" She reached across the table and gripped his hand, "Now I know it will be hard to adjust to our new situation, but we'll get used to it."
Bobby gripped her hand, he didn't know how to feel about this. For one thing, he was now no longer going to have to jerk himself off (not that he could anyway) but it's going to be his mom helping him. She was one hot tamale but he didn't want to commit incest with her. "Mom," he said, "I appreciate all the help and everything, but, well, you're my mom, and I don't know, it just seems wrong."
Rachel smiled and tightened her grip, "Don't think of it like that sweetie, this isn't going to be anything sexual," yeah right, she thought, "it's just a mother helping out her son when he needs it."
Bobby smiled, she was right, this wasn't anything like incest between mother and son, it was just following the doctor's advice. "Thanks mom, I'm glad you feel that way."
"Okay," she took her hand away and picked up her fork, "now let's finish our meal and you get ready for bed while I clean up here, then I'll help you with your 'little' problem before bed, okay sweetie?"
Bobby dropped his fork, but he nodded yes. He ate a little too fast because his mind was elsewhere and got up long before his mom did. He went up to his room and tried not to think about any of the possible things to come while he picked out a t-shirt to wear to bed. He hadn't worn anything but a t-shirt to bed since he turned 13, since wearing underwear usually chafes his dick during the night and besides he likes the feeling of the blanket on his oversized cock and balls. He grabbed a T-shirt and went into the bathroom opposite his bedroom to take a shower.
He started the water and got in taking far too much time to wash himself. He paid particular attention to washing his balls and his dick since he wanted those parts to be clean when his mom wanted to jerk him off. He started to get hard while thinking about it and by the time he got out of the shower he had a raging boner. He grabbed a towel and put it on, making a huge tent in it when there was a knock at the door.
"Who is it?" He asked even though he already knew.