Reaching and maneuvering from one angle to the next switching back and forth from my Wahl Peanut to my latest model of the Norelco beard trimmer getting around my cock and balls on my own has become a real chore. With the move back to my childhood home, and no longer a partner to assist, I am forced to fend for myself. Started off years ago with scissors and sometimes a small comb to upgrading to clippers the final outcome is worth the effort, just for certain areas of the body it's damn near impossible to get to.
Why am I telling you this? Well for quite frankly grooming my private region is how fate brought my mom and I together as much more than mother and son. The fact is in the last few months I haven't needed to groom myself, for she has been assisting me with this bi-weekly
Let's put this out there right now, you are not going to hear me having a 9-inch cock, and my mother having 36DD with a small waist, big hips and all that jazz, but we aren't ugly either. My mom fits the mold of an attractive older woman that has earned the culture term of MILF. With daily visits to the yoga studio which is conveniently in the same shopping center that her salon is in, she is always there ritually 5 days a week. Me? Well I am no Derek Jeter but I do okay. Lately I been taking bootcamp classes to spice up my day to day routine which usually consisted of calisthenics, and I love the group atmosphere. But let's be honest, my reasons for typing this isn't to talk about our fitness habits. No it's more about my or in this case our sex life and how it came to be.
For the world is filled with people fucking and sucking and licking one person or another and at times groups at a time. But my mother and I are in the small percentage where we as a couple are not only intimate with each other but related to. Yes I am a motherfucker and I have no issues about it. But in my case, I am fucking my own mother. Now you ask yourself, how does one end up in these situations? I can't speak about others but for me it's a combination of fate, hormones, and alcohol.
Going back several months, about weeks after leaving my relationship and previous life behind and returning back to where I grew up I started to make myself at home again. But with me all grown up at 25, I have some new rituals since I lived here and that is grooming. The reason I started this is due to a unique situation I am in or for a better word my penis is in. I have what is called hypospadias which basically means the plumbing in my penis doesn't work like the average penis does. After birth I had to have a simple procedure done using my foreskin, they made me a new hole. So yes, for those reading this I literally have a 2 hole penis. If you don't believe me, look up the medical term and you will see for yourself.
The result of this is I can pee out of two holes at times, and the other is it left me partially circumcised. What that means is the head for the most part is exposed by still has a turtle-neck. However, having natural pubic hairs with that, at times I will get hairs in the foreskin which for some weird reason I enjoy pulling out. But also causes a problem for others especially during blowjobs especially since the ones doing the sucking hate having hair in their mouth. This lead to me manscaping as you will. First with scissors and then later I got the idea of using a beard trimmer and I have to admit that it works quite well.
Believe me before you even suggest or think it I tried it all: different level settings, going bald, and so on. Nope ladies and gentlemen, my niche is the #4 on a beard trimmer and don't mean a hair trimmer for the #4 on a hair trimmer is completely different from a beard trimmer this much I guarantee you without being a certified hairstylist.
So with the complaints coming from my female partner at the time I started to groom, and as a result I liked how it looked and felt. While I did try going smooth shave I liked it for the first 2 days but after that it really sucks. Waxing? I am a pussy when it comes to that and I will admit it without hesitation. Nope, I am trimmer for life or groomer if you prefer that term.
So this resolved the hair in the mouth, and lead to many mind blowing BJ's from my live in girlfriend. But with life comes issues, and we didn't really fight but found we didn't love one another like two people should, and agreed to part ways as friends and keep in touch. Some time later here I am back at home.
So as I was saying, I learned to love being groomed, and when the hair starts to get to long I get an itch to trim. However, when I was doing this with my girlfriend at the time we used to do many things to make this easier. Usually she would blow me during or before to get me hard to make it easier to get to the hairs on my cock and balls for I am one of those guys that need constant stimulation to keep my hard-on.
So to say this once big enjoyment has started to become a chore, and I have gotten myself into positions that makes me wish I was a contortionist so this would be that much easier. It's during one of these times that I was in some weird position or angle and all of a sudden I got a Charlie Horse in my right calf. Not sure exactly what I did to cause it but it had me on the bathroom floor screaming with the clippers vibrating on the floor right next to me.
Forgetting my mother is there and laying on the floor holding my leg my mom comes flying into the room asking what is wrong. Not having a care nor acknowledging I am butt naked she squats down and tries to help. I somehow get the words out about my Charlie Horse and point where it hurts the most.
Not missing a beat she grabs my calf and starts to massage it and relief was almost instant but still far from resolved. So here I am, naked, on the floor, and my mother is massaging my leg. To make matters worse she is wearing one of her short-shorts with one of those off the shoulder shirts, the kind that they have at least one if not both shoulders exposed. I am not sure what it is about that look but it always turns me on when I see a woman wearing one of those shirts, and for the shorts oh come on even a gay guy could appreciate short shorts on a fit woman.
At some point during all of this I slowly started to open my eyes as the pain was finally being replaced by pleasure; not sexual pleasure mind you just pleasure of a great massage. Forgetting for a moment who is rubbing me,and I look upon the face of my mother but what I see isn't what I I was expecting. Looking at her, not even looking back at me, but rather she is staring right at my cock and licking her lips almost like I am some piece of meat.
Neither of us saying a word, me laying there getting massage while at the same time getting hard, and my mom practically drooling over her boys cock. It's at this moment I finally feel the knot dissipate and start to flex and point my right foot stretching the calf.
Feeling the relief that I so needed my mom stops massaging but doesn't release her hold on my leg, and still licking her lip and continually staring at my cock.
Neither one of us showing any sign of wanting to move, reality sets in and she begins to lower my leg, and her eyes meet mine. Staring at one another and not saying a word we just lose ourselves in each others eyes.
