Here is a second chapter for the story of sinning with Cyn, as always it is a complete fiction in an artificially simple world combining unreal innocence and debauchery.
No relationship to any real persons living or dead is intended.
We start now with the last few lines of Chapter one . . .
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Cyn headed to the bedroom door.
"Its also high time I looked in on your brother. I think it is time for him to learn a few things about becoming a man that only a woman can teach.
At least he knows how to shave.
Maybe I'll get him to teach you to shave -- or will I tell Daddy to do it?"
Cyn closed the door on a shocked face and headed down to the basement where Devlin was working out after coming home from college. That was his job. Cyn wanted him to be strong and manly as he grew up so she supervised and coached his efforts on the weight lifting equipment.
Cyn was wearing her own exercise costume when she entered the weight room area. Her baggy basketball shorts and loose top were all she was wearing this time. She had discarded her damp panties when she cleaned up after bringing Hazel to her first orgasm, and she decided to take off her snug sports bra as well when she changed to the shortly nylon top and short basketball shorts.
"There you are Dev. Are you working out the sets I scheduled for you?"
"Pretty well, Mom, I just have these arm curls to finish before the dumbbell work. You said you wanted to check some things before I went to the new weight."
Cyn leaned against the door jamb and watched her adopted son curl the weights one handed with his elbow resting on the small shelf beside the window.
He was thin and wiry, with his muscles standing out in profile as he strained with the weights. Cyn liked to look at his naturally bare and hairless chest as he worked. She liked smooth men over hairy ones. Bill had to wax almost daily to come to her standards of hairlessness. She also liked that Dev had nice dark prominent nipples for a boy.
"Twenty four, twenty five. OK Dev, stow those weights and come over here, I want to check your progress."
Dev usually enjoyed this progress check when he was feeling he had done a good workout. He liked to have a physique that pleased Mom and Daddy, especially Daddy he often confessed to himself. This was the first time in a long while that Mom had wanted to do a check out before he ended.
Dev presented himself in front of Mom in the way she had taught him, feet exactly two and a half feet apart, erect with his hands clenched together, raised above his head.
Cyn took out her little cloth seamstress tape from the tiny desk in the corner. She began to measure Devlin and mark the results on her chart.
Stepping close to him she passed the tape around his chest, nipple high. Her breasts touched his chest lingeringly as she passed the tape behind him, fumbling a bit as the tape changed hands. Cyn liked the heat and slight odor of maleness coming from her son. She slid her nipples along his skin a bit before stepping back.
Cyn wondered what Dev would think, feeling her softness instead of the usual firm press of her confined breasts. Her nipples began to elongate as she thought of what she would be doing to Dev pretty soon. She marked the result carefully before measuring his waist.
Looking down, she could see a slight protruding of genetalia. She liked that in a man.
Cyn next measured Dev's biceps and fore arms before walking around behind him to appraise the looks of his back.
She slapped his buttocks as the signal to demonstrate his flexibility and Dev promptly bent forward to touch the floor with his palms straight down between his feet.
"Hold that pose, Dev; I am going to measure your upper thighs."
Cyn knelt down and passed her tape around one of the thighs straight and straining before her. The wide spread pose allowed her an almost perfect view up the loose shorts at Dev's manhood, packed tightly into his athletic supporter. She was pleased to note no hair at all in the inner thighs and upper legs. Her breath blew slightly on to his skin as she laid her cheek on one buttock to reach around and measure the other upper thigh.
"Stay like that while I write this down."
Dev wondered what his Mom wanted now.
A few seconds he felt a small hand enter the leg of his shorts and cup the pouch holding his 'jewels' as the guys in sports called them.
"Mom, what are you doing?"
"Just checking if you have the right kind of athletic supporter for the next series of heavier weights. Stand up and lower those shorts to half mast."
Cyn sat back on her heels and waited for Dev to comply.
"Mom do I have to?"
Cyn slapped his right buttock smartly.
"Do as I say."
"Mommm!"
Cyn slapped the other cheek.
"Do I get out the paddle, young man?"
Dev stood reluctantly and lowered his shorts to his knees.
"Spread those knees young man, and hold those pants with them."
Dev was intensely aware of his Mom right behind him as his knees reluctantly spread farther apart to hold the shorts up from the floor. He knew the straps of his jock did not even cover his anus. He felt her fingers slip under the straps and lift, stretching them away from his butt. She let them snap back.
"The tension seems about right. Does this feel a bit snug; is there room for all of you?
Dev felt the fingers sliding all over the pouch feeling the outline of his balls. The hand cupped him, lifting a bit.
"What about support? Do you feel dangly or firm?"
Cyn slid her hand around his package, noticing the elongation in the part farthest from her. She traced its outline lightly.
Dev began to feel even more embarrassed as his cock began to get stiffer and thicker.
"Is your hair control up to date, young man?"
Cyn wormed her finger under the join of straps at the rear of the pouch and peered in at the balls revealed, packed together at the rear. Is your Daddy doing a good job? Stand up!"
Cyn slapped the bare buttocks for emphasis as she walked around to look at his front.
"Reach up and clench, young man."
Cyn looked over the bare torso now completely revealed. Her nipples were stiff and she could feel them pressing on the slick inside surface of her nylon top. She stood to one side of the young Devlin and allowed her nipple to drag over his rib cage as she cupped his jock strap.
"We don't want a hernia here, do we?"
Cyn watched the elongation under the pouch straining its way to the top, trying to slip up under the waist band. She fingered it briefly and cupped the pouch lightly.
"Devlin, I think your supporter is ok. I want to supervise you wearing it as you do the next bit of workout. Let those shorts drop.
Cyn stood back and watched her son drop his shorts and turn away, heading for the barbells, while simultaneously trying to conceal his obvious stiffie from his mom.
Cyn watched her son do the required number of reps with the new weight, satisfied at his hormonal reaction as well as the full development of his genetalia. She would do a more complete examination later with Bill, but right now she wanted to see if he was susceptible to sight arousal as well.
"Devlin I want you to do the bench work now. Do some reps with the bar at this new weight. I'll spot you."
As Dev settled on the bench with his head at the end and the bar bell across the supports, his mom came and stood near his head. He was intensely aware of his semi erection still filling out his pouch. Suddenly he noticed he could see up the front of Mom's top. She had no bra!
Dev could see the tight nipples hanging down from his Mom's titties. Her teats ready to suck.
"Oh God," he groaned inwardly. He felt his boner squirming forward again. He just knew his tip would show under the waist band this time.
Then things got even worse as he raised the barbell and his mom took the final step forward to put her hands on the bar too.
Devlin saw straight up under his Mom's shorts at her spread open crotch. She wasn't wearing any panties! He could see her entire open wide vulva. There it was right up there a foot from his face, open to his view.
He licked his lips and almost lost the concentration to keep lifting the bar.
"One," said his Mom.
Dev lowered the bar. His cock strained at the band at his waist.
"Come on, now Dev, two."
Dev strained the new weight up again and looked again under his Mom's pant leg.
He saw a very slightly open long slit. It ran from the tight brown opening at her rear all the way to the front. The inner edges were slightly pink and glistening. Smooth and completely hairless, it had a powerful looking mound in front.
As Dev put the weight back down on the forked rest, the worst happened. The waist band of his jockstrap lost the struggle to contain and his cock head popped up.
"Oh God, I'm sunk." he thought.
Dev felt his mom's hands wrap around his, keeping them on the bar.
