Mom Lends a Helping Hand

[All characters are over the age of 18]

I sat on the edge of my bed with the bottle of topical ointment in my hand. After a humiliating doctor's visit, they'd finally filled the prescription.

I'd been diagnosed with an extremely rare condition: recalcitrant semen leakage.

Now that might not sound bad, but it's a pretty big problem when I'm in class, trying to focus, and cum just starts drooling out the head of my cock. And it's too much to hide. It pools in my boxers, and if I don't get to the bathroom fast enough, it falls down my pantleg and all over my socks. That on top of the voluminous "nocturnal emissions" have been too much to handle. After ruining six sets of sheets, I'd taken to sleeping with my cock in a silicone pot holder. Not entirely comfortable, but a lot easier to drain than anything else I could think of.

It was due to overactive balls. I mean, they used some fancy medical term, but that's what it was. For some reason my sack decided it was up to me to repopulate the earth. They ached often, and the doctor told me that I'd have to regularly drain my system or the buildup could lead to internal complications. All this with my mom right there in the room. It was incredibly embarrassing. And for some reason warranted several thorough examinations of my member in cold, gloved hands.

She'd lift my soft, but heavy cock, bend it, and prod it, with a little collection dish for the drops of cum that would fall with each stimulation.

"Is he going to be alright?" my mom had anxiously asked.

The doctor assured her that since we'd caught it soon enough, we'd be in the clear. Well, if I followed the regimen and kept up on applying a mysterious ointment.

So, there I was, staring at the bottle in my bedroom. Apply liberally and work into the affected area with a consistent oscillation. Begin at the top of the perineum, moving upwards around the testicles and along the shaft. Apply even pressure and treat the frenulum.

I was embarrassed to admit that even at my age, I didn't know what half those words meant.

Then there was a knock at the door.

"Sweetie, everything going alright in there? Did the lotion work out?" My mom asked from the other side.

"Um, err. Sorta!" I called back through the door. I jimmied by sweatpants back up just in time for her to open the door and step in.

She looked concerned. Crossing her arms across her nightgown.

It was difficult having a mom that looked like mine looked. The doctor had even made a small joke about it in the office. I turned bright red and she could tell it was a sore spot. But the doc was right, my mom looked incredible for her age. She had her red hair in a bob cut. And her body was kinda crazy. She was tiny, but her breasts were always catching glimpses from men on the street for their heft. And she had nice thick thighs... not that I ever noticed.

She crossed over to me and I held up the bottle.

"I don't understand the directions. It's all confusing," I said.

"Do you want me to take a look, sweetie?" She asked.

I wanted to say no. I didn't want her to be any part of this. But I also wanted to eventually have a dick that worked properly. "Uh I guess." I shoved the bottle out to her, a little rudely.

But she was patient. She just raised her eyebrows at me and took the bottle. She read it over. "Oh my..." she muttered. "Have you tried it yet? We don't want to waste it."

"I was going to, but I don't know how serious the instructions are--like do you think I can just smear it all over?"

"No, sweetie you really should follow the directions. This is important. And this bottle was expensive..."

"Yea okay I get it. I just--nevermind. I'll try it out. But I don't know what the fuck a perineum is."

"Language." She wagged her finger at me. "The perineum... um... well... It's like the spot--" She scratched her head. "It's like where your bum meets your... your balls."

It was weird hearing my mom says balls. "Like, here?" I leaned over and pointed to my ass.

"Oh, no, not really." She blushed. "It's more like, here?" She pointed to below her crotch, lifting a leg a little. In doing so, she hiked her short pajama bottoms up just a bit.

"Mom, you don't have like a... a--"

"A penis?"

It was my turn to blush. "You don't have to say it."

"I'm sorry sweetie, but we have to figure this out. It's like, there..." She came closer, and tapped my knee. I moved it to the side, and she pointed to my balls.

"You're pointing to my balls."

She rolled her eyes. "It's right under the balls."

"Oh. Why doesn't it just say that?"

"I don't know, but can you give it a try? Why don't you go in the bathroom and I'll wait right here."

I sighed. I wasn't sure why I was putting such a show of irritability on. But I figured it had to do with the fact I was forced to talk about my dick with my mom.

I stepped into my bathroom and shut the door. Begin at the top of the perineum...

I pulled my pants down then squeezed a glob of the lotion out and was surprised to find it was clear. And extremely slippery.

"How's it going?" She asked from the other side of the door.

"I'm working on it."

I reached below my balls (which were aching slightly) and curled my fingers. The cool ointment made contact. I'd never touched there before, but it felt... kinda nice? I rolled the glob up and pulled it past my balls and to the base of my dick. Oh fuck wait, was I supposed to "oscillate" my balls too?? Fuck these instructions. It probably didn't matter, but what if I did it wrong and then my dick shriveled up and fell off? I knew I was being dumb, but medical anxiety is real.

"I--I... I don't know what I'm doing," I said.

"Do you need help?" Her voice wavered.

"No." I stared at my dick. It throbbed and a glob of cum splatted on the tile floor. "I mean... maybe. I don't know."

"How far have you gotten?" She was closer now, right against the bathroom door.

"I did the perineum then moved past my balls."

"What's it say next?"

I turned to pick the bottle back up off the sink, but slipped on the small puddle of my cum on the floor. I fell on my ass.

"Fuck!"

"Sweetie?! What happened??" But she didn't wait for a response. She threw the door open.

"Mom!" I tried to cover myself.

"I'm sorry honey. Oh goodness." She shielded her eyes, but then seemed to decide it didn't matter and came over to help me up.

I let her, but held a hand over my dick.

"This is ridiculous sweetie, why don't you just let me help you?"

"I don't know... it's weird."

"I know it is, but I used to be a nurse. It's really no different." She looked me in the eye. It was calming. The concern on her face was paired with a deep caring. It was gentle.

"Okay. I guess. Fine." I tried to put up a grumpy front, but it fell apart. "Thank you."

"Of course, sweetie. I just wanna take care of you, okay?"

I nodded my head. Then moved my had away.

My soft cock hung about a foot from her face. But since my affliction had begun, it'd taken to being slightly engorged even when soft. I was about 5 inches long flaccid.

Her eyes found my dick. And I could see her stifle a reaction. She hid it well, but I could tell. A very slight curl of the lips and a flush in the eye.

She cleared her throat. "Okay show me where you started."

I lifted one leg slightly and touched the spot below my balls. My fingers slid a little on the still slick skin.

She got on her knees for a better look. "Okay good, that's right." She grabbed the bottle. "Then it says to just slide right along here to the base." She pointed her finger between my balls.

"Okay good, that's what I did."

"Did you use enough?" she asked, squirting a big glob out. "Here." She reached out and deposited the lotion onto my base.

"Oh, uh, I can do it."

"I know I was just giving you the right amount." She looked at my dick and swallowed. Then looked up at me.

Looking back down at her, her big brown eyes and generous cleavage, made me blush yet again.

"It's okay sweetie. This is what I'm here for."

I nodded. "What's oscillate mean?"

"Oh, that means back and forth. Like waving. Or like..." she did a jerking-off motion, then giggled.

"Seriously?" I asked, holding back a laugh.

"Well sorta. In this context I think it's more like massage--"

Before she could finish her sentence, my dick throbbed and another spurt of cum leaked out of my head. And... oh god... it landed right on my mom's chest.

"Oh my." She froze. "Goodness, sweetie. That's... quite a lot." She grabbed a square of toilet paper and tried to wipe it up, mostly just smearing it against her skin.

"Sorry."

"It's okay, you can't help it. But we should really get this taken care of so you don't have that... problem anymore."

I nodded my head and brought my fingers to my shaft. I scooped up the gelatinous lotion and started massaging it back and forth.

"There you go..." she murmured.

My breathing got heavier, and I realized I was staring at her chest. And she... well she was staring at my dick, with her head slightly cocked. She looked curious.

"Is it helping?" she asked.

"Yea I think so." We made eye contact again. Her lips parted, and so did mine. Like we'd both just been caught doing something we weren't supposed to. Her cheeks flamed red.

"I think maybe I should finish by myself."

"I don't know sweetie, I really don't want you to do it wrong." My eyes just watched her big lips open and close as she talked.

And then to my horror, I realized I was growing. I shot my hand away from my dick.

"Sweetie? What's wrong?"

"Nothing, I, uh..." but moving my hand away didn't help. My length started to rise. Right in front of her face.

"Oh." She started to smile. "That's okay! It's perfectly normal. From the physical stimulation. Honestly honey, it'll make it easier to massage the lotion in. Right?"

"I don't know. I'm really uncomfortable."

She just stared at my cock, her chest rising and falling with small breaths. She bit her lip. Then she reached out and wrapped her hand around my base.

I inhaled sharply at her touch. Oh fuck. "What are you doing?"

She gave me a gentle squeeze. "Sweetie, I'm just gonna do it for you. I can see you're having a lot of trouble and I think it'll just be easier if I do it, okay?" She slid her hand up my shaft and it collected the thick wad of lotion as it went.

I couldn't speak. I could barely breathe. My cock throbbed. I swelled in her hand in response to her touch.

"That's better, right?" She still had that concerned look on her face. "I'm going to take care of you sweetie. Just relax."

My dick kept growing. She watched it as she slowly moved her hand back and forth. "Oscillating." Until I was a full 9 inches.

"Oh my god..." she whispered.

"What?"

"Nothing." She gulped. "It's just... I mean honey it's really freaking huge."

My cock throbbed as if in response to her words.

"Which is perfectly normal. Maybe it's even part of why you've been having problems."

I nodded.

She grabbed the bottle and squirted a line of lotion onto my dick, then she gripped me again, firmer this time. Lovingly she stroked me. Extremely slowly.

"See, this is working much better," she said. "I might need two hands for this thing." She laughed. "It's like the size of a can of spray paint..."

I groaned. She reached her other hand up and scooped a bit of extra lotion onto her fingertips, then she reached for my "perineum." Her fingers curled up against my balls. And it felt incredible. The hand on my cock slid up to my head and gave me a squeeze.

"This is your frenulum sweetie." She took the pad of her thumb and rolled it to the underside of my cockhead. She massaged and squeezed it. "You're so hard."

"I'm sorry."

"No, it's good sweetie. Really. It's really good." She spoke softly. Her words a little breathy.

"I feel weird."

"I know sweetie. Does it feel good?" Her hand sped up a little. The lotion was extremely slippery--the perfect lube. Stroking as her other hand massaged my taint.

"It feels really good."

"Good baby. I want you to feel good."

I grunted. Not quite believing what was happening. I gripped the towel holder and adjusted my footing, pulling away a little. But her hands followed me.

"I'm sorry, it's just been a long time since I touched one of these."

She swirled the palm of her hand over my tip then grabbed it.

"It's so heavy..." she said.

"Okay, do you think you got it? Is that enough lotion?"

She took a deep breath then let go. "Of course sweetie. Sorry. I got a little carried away." Her eyes stayed glued to my cock. "But maybe we should just go ahead and knock out the second part of the regimen?"

"The second? You mean--"

"Drainage. We need to drain your... your penis."

"I think I can do that. I'll just--"

She grabbed me again. "It's okay sweetie. You're already big and hard and I'm right here. So. I think we should just get it over with, yea? Isn't that a good idea?" She started stroking me again. But this time she was less gentle. She really got ahold of me.

And I didn't say anything. I knew I should have. But her tits looked so fucking good and every time we made eye contact, I could feel my cock throb.

"This is better. This is so much better," she said. She put more of her body into stroking me, and the jerking made her PJ top fall down past her shoulders. I watched as the edge of the fabric held onto her hard nipples, each thrust of her hand threatening to shake the top lower. "That's my good boy," she said, and with an enthusiastic stroke, her top slipped down and her tits spilled out. She didn't react or try to hide them, she just let them hang out, and they started to swing with each glide of her hand over my shaft.

"Are you sure about this?" It was the only thing I could manage to say.

She just nodded her head then popped my tip into her mouth.

I moaned with pleasure. Her tongue hugging the bottom of my cock.

She took me into her mouth. Then pulled me out with a schlurp. It was impressive how much she could fit. She went back for more and swallowed almost half of my cock. She gagged, but didn't pull me out. I felt more cum leak out of me, but she just swallowed it down the back of her throat.

She started sucking. Slurping me up back and forth. I tried to stay quiet but I couldn't help the moaning. It was too good. Too insanely pleasurable. Her mouth was perfect.

She popped me out, then stuck her tongue out. She slapped my dick against her tongue, then let my length rest against the side of her face.

"You like mommy's mouth, sweetie? You like how I can barely fit this huge penis in my mouth?"

I was shocked. And I think she was a bit too. After saying it she immediately looked a little shy.

"It's okay. I'm just trying to speed it up. I thought talking to you might help."

I didn't say a word.

"Would that help? I'll only do it if you like it. Do you like it?"

It took a second. But I nodded yes. "It's really good."

She smiled, then shoved me back down her throat. She resumed bobbing, and, she tried to be discrete about it, but I saw her slip a hand down her PJ bottoms.

If it weren't for my condition delaying ejaculation, I'd have been a goner. Her sucking had all the sensations of edging, but I was able to hold back. It felt too good. And I had to admit to myself that I never wanted it to stop.

She picked up speed and started getting messy. Spit started to fly and she was clearly amplifying the sounds of gurgling as she throated my length. What really got to me was the enthusiasm. Her eyes were wide. And she hungrily took me into her mouth again and again. It was sloppy, a long line of spit hanging from her face.

Then she slowed down. She grabbed my base with her hands and sucked me methodically. She looked up into my eyes and slid me out of her mouth and began to kiss my length. She made out with my shaft, her tongue slipping all over me. It was the hottest thing I'd ever seen in my life. I could feel my face going pale.

"It's okay sweetie. It's alright. This is good. This is normal. I'm gonna make you cum, okay?"

I couldn't respond, but she got up and grabbed my hand. I got a full view of her perky boobs as they bounced. All I wanted was to squeeze them.

"Follow mommy," she led me back to my bed and had me lie down. She threw off her PJ jop and climbed onto the bed.

I was flat on my back and she lay next to me, her boobs resting on my chest. She was so close.

She reached down and wrapped a hand around my slick cock.

"I'm gonna talk to you now, okay?" she whispered in my ear. Then she started to stroke me. "I'm going to say stuff into your ear since you told me you like that." Her breath was hot. "I like it too. I like talking to you and feeling your penis throb. Your huge fucking penis." It was the first time I'd ever heard her curse.

I lay completely still. Letting go.

"I know you like how I'm touching you. I know you like it. I wanted to touch you as soon as I saw that monster hanging between your legs. I wanted it. I wanted to milk it. I wanted to make you explode."

Her hand was moving erratically as it pumped my cock. Like she could barely control it.

"Do you like it when I whisper in your ear?"

I nodded.

"I'm a slut for cum." She licked my ear. "I didn't want you to know that but now I need you. I need your cock drained because I'm a dumb fucking cumslut and I wanna drink it. I want you to burst so I can get on my hands and knees and lick it up." She stuck her tongue in my ear and moaned.

I could feel it coming. I could feel the orgasm building. I wanted her. I wanted to use her forever.

"I want my son's big cock. I want you to fuck your dirty slut mommy. I wanna drown in your hot spunk. I wanna choke on it. Are you gonna cum for me? Are you gonna burst? Are you gonna let mommy milk the cum out of that monster dick?"

"Oh fuck."

"I don't want you to make a mess and ruin mommy's sheets. So I'm gonna get on top of you. Okay baby? Is that okay?"

I nodded as she pulled her PJ bottoms off. A trail of her pussy juice followed the panties. She climbed on top of me and positioned the head of my cock below her pussy. It dripped onto me.

Then she kissed me. She clamped her lips onto mine. I kissed her back and she sat on my cock.

I felt as all 9 inches disappeared inside her. She was so fucking wet her pussy sucked me up. She shoved her tongue in my mouth then started bouncing on top of me.

She was animal. Her lips devouring mine. Kiss after kiss as her hands clawed at my chest and arms. It was like she was trying to stick her tongue down my throat.

I was so close and I couldn't hold back any more. I wrapped my arms around her, lifter her up and flipped her over onto her back.

She looked up at me surprised, but only for a moment before I was on top of her. I held her down and rammed my cock back inside of her.

"Yes sweetie! Yes! Pump me full! Pump into meeee!" She screamed. Her body bucked against mine on top of her. She grabbed at me and wrapped her hands around my neck. "Cum in me baby. Fill mommy up. I wanna be full of your spunk. That's my good boy."

I grunted. That was it. I couldn't hold on anymore. My hands tightened around her shoulders and I pumped into her a few more times as I felt it start to go.

"Yes, yes, yesyesyesyesyes"

She released one of her hands from my neck and brought it down to play with her slippery clit. She squeezed my neck tight and looked me right in the eye. Her mouth was wide open. We just stared into each other's eyes as she rubbed herself and I started to cum.

The first few spurts of cum shot out of me. Her tongue started to wiggle in her mouth and we kept our eyes locked. She took the hand off my neck and grabbed my ass and pulled me deeper into her.

"Fill mommy's cunt."