[I strongly recommend you read the prior chapters to this ongoing series. This is meant to be porn (or erotica) not fine literature, however, the series in its entirely will deal plenty with the psyche of maturing sexuality and that (as well as the sexual tension) might best be appreciated from the start. All characters are 18+, consenting, and fictional]
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Just like the day before, I found myself in bed. This time dressed only in clean pajama bottoms. It was nighttime. I'd conked out after the bathtub incident and woke in the night once more. (It may have been the medication making me knock out like that after an orgasm those first few days.)
I looked around the room and noticed someone next to me. Mother was right there, with a reading light on and a magazine. Dressed in casual nightwear.
"You okay," she asked sincerely.
"Uhhhhh... yeah. I mean, yeah! Are you?"
"Perfectly fine," she responded with a smile.
"Perfectly fine?" I repeated.
"Perfectly fine. Just making sure you don't need anything. Want some water?"
"Uhhhh... yeah, that would be great."
"Here ya go," she offered from the side table. "Ice and everything. I just brought it up."
I drank a bit. Very refreshing. Needed that.
"Your arms okay? You took a bit of a spill there..."
I laughed while she was unaware of the minor pun. "Spill? I thought I did better than that..."
She caught on and slapped her magazine at me. "Yes, you did. You certainly did."
"Not on the forearms, geez." I was still in recovery, after all. Recovery with benefits I never would have dreamed of but... a burn victim none the less.
"Here, take your medication and go back to bed."
"Good plan," I agreed. And swallowed it down.
A moment went by and then she asked. "Was I okay also, Robbie?"
I looked down my legs knowing I wouldn't find it there. Pointed at my groin... flat as a pancake. "Does that answer your question?"
She smiled. "I guess it does..."
"Don't worry. It'll be back tomorrow morning..." I assured her.
"Okay Robbie..." But she wasn't quite satisfied, "You don't think ill of me, do you, Robbie?"
I rolled back to look at her. "Mom... I'm the one with the problem. You're not the problem. You're the solution." And then I rolled back away from her, satisfied with my answer.
"Oh... well THAT'S good," she surmised. Seemingly satisfied.
"Understatement," I mumbled. And fell off to sleep listening to her soft sweet laughter comfort me.
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Next morning I woke up and knew I didn't need a shower. But the donkey dick had returned to full mast and I wondered what clever solution we might come up with THIS time.
In the span of 3 days I'd gone from burn victim, to getting my normally problematic throb jacked off by my 'body like a cartoon' mother - who just might be as torrid horny as I am! (If not more so... given some of the shit she'd been saying.) If I hadn't woke up in the same predicament every morning, I might let rational thought set in. Alas, my dick has a very convincing mind of its own and I was in no position to question the sudden benefits available to me...
I was about to find out that she's literally sex on fire and hardly able to contain her desire to empty my ballsack quite a bit more deliberately. Seriously, prepare to be shocked. You've been warned.
Mom had wrapped me up in oversized PJ's at some point following the bathroom incident and I'd slept in them overnight. I told her before that's not so comfortable when things wanna wake up before me. That was never more apparent when I rumbled myself out of bed and took a glance in the full-sized closet mirror. Something looked very peculiar about my right leg. I thought about rummaging around with it to get it back to the upright position at my belly... but then thought maybe I'd teach her another visual lesson instead.
So I waddled my way downstairs where we could say a proper good morning. 'Damn right, kid. Keep it obvious. That's workin' just fine for us,' my cock agreed.
When I got there she was munching on chilled vegetables, dressed in her shiny all-white tennis outfit. It's a one-piece, basically form fitting -- with room to breathe around her neck while holding the boobs in there jammy packed, a black zipper line down the front, and cheerleader-skirt style bouncy at the bottom (while far too short). She was surprised to see me up this early.
"Oh, HI Robbie, you're..." Again, the erection ripping off my leg is comical in appearance. "...up early."
I chastised her, sarcastic serious, "You see this? I can't wear stuff like this to sleep. It woke me up."
She giggled, charmed by it at this point. "I'm sorry, honey. I just thought, since... well, I wasn't being very thoughtful."
"Uh huh," I continued. "And at no point did you go in there this morning and notice something struggling?"
She looks up at me like I'm chastising daughter, "... I did." And then she starts to giggle again. "I went in there first thing when I woke up, to be honest. I felt like I needed to check in on it!"
We both laughed.
"Oh, you just HAD to say hello but didn't bother to do anything about it?" I'm still trying to be firm... wrong choice of words, trying to be comically stern with her.
"Well what was I supposed to do? Pull 'em off? Like THAT won't wake you up?" She's nothing but adorable in her apology.
"Good point... Don't do anything I might miss out on."
She then looked away a bit mischievous and sort of mumbled, "Okay, honey... I'll try to keep that in mind."
Wait, has she been... nawwwwww.
I plopped down on the couch across from the breakfast table. She got up.
"Gimme just a moment, I have to tinkle and then I'll fix you a shake."
The downstairs bathroom isn't but maybe 12 steps away from her but she smiled at me once - and my cock probably twice -- on the way there. I thought I saw her lick her lips while eyeing it. But it might have just been Ranch dressing on there or something. I recognized after she closed the door behind her that I was pretty casual in checking out her bod in that tennis outfit. Her legs are like a 20yr olds! And somehow it didn't bother me at all to sexually admire her anymore.
After a VERY brief stint in the bathroom she pops back out to go fix my shake and I noticed two things. I never heard any running water, for one -- no toilet sound, no sink sound. And when she came back out she had that seductive look on her face she's had just before each time we... got things goin'.
"Good morning," she says, looking directly at my boner and waving at it while walking past. A little bit more spring in her step.
"What's that? Favoritism?" I watched her legs move around from behind while she put together my handy breakfast.
She called back over her shoulder, "No, no, no... I just wanted to make sure I don't ignore it while it's saluting me. You're my favorite in all ways, Robbie. You now that, sweety."
God her ass is incredible, I thought. You can almost tell the shape of it and at least how generously provocative it is, even under a frilly thing like that. And... DAMN that thing is too short. Just a tiny bit shorter and a bit of a bounce and I might glimpse some naked butt cheek!
I thought about moving my strain into a more comfortable position again before she came over and set me up with a shake and straw, set it on the table beside me. Noticeably pretending not to notice that thing in my pants this time, big motherly smile on her sexy face.
Then she went back quietly to read her magazine and nibble. I took a curious look at what she was reading, was some dumb catalogue, and then I realized... underneath the table, her legs were spread lazily. And nothing was there beneath her tennis skirt. Nothing other than... exposed pussy!
I looked up at her while she munched on a carrot, ignoring me. She moved her limbs around some, crisscrossed her ankles, knees still spread, and leaned back in the chair a bit, pushing her ass forward. Enhancing my view.
It was unmistakable. Her thighs were spread purposely, exposing her bare pussy beneath the table. Her puffy pussyshell was incredible. I'd seen her lips puff up around her bikini while she went hog wild to Whitesnake, with her tits down and ass up 3 days ago... but this was my first uncluttered witness. Her hairless pussy held close to closed like a fat clam (though it was more puffy like an urchin). Two equal halves of peekaboo, no inner lips pushing out in between. And the color, as far as I could tell, was a white shade of pink normally reserved for baby bottom girls -- not 36yr old grown females. How is that POSSIBLE? A small tuft of hair was barely visible above the cleft where her clit ought to be. Never seen anything more inviting between a woman's legs (magazine, online, or otherwise -- so fuck you, my Mom is smokin' HOT!)
I was considering all of that when a finger came down in the way and tickled at her hairs a bit. I looked back up to catch her eyes... still focused innocently upon the magazine. A sharp crack to her carrot and an almost smile escaped the edge of her lips.
Back down to the important view, her finger had dropped beyond the little pile of hair and was lightly grazing her sealed up slit...
I sat back a little more comfortable in the couch, and rearranged my package to pop my stiffy up to my stomach as usual. Okay, if this is how she wants to 'stumble' upon it today...
Her finger ventured inside a bit and I could see that her inner lips were every bit as beautiful as the exterior, the color just a slightly deeper shade of pink. She continued to fondle herself absentmindedly up top, but deliberate down below. I managed to elbow my cotton top up over my cockhead and leave it bare to see... fair is fair... before her middle finger slowly tapped in such a way that her petals opened up slightly.
I'd wondered how anything at all could fit in there but the interior availability was now becoming a bit more evident. Her inner lips had flowered up enough to push aside her thick exterior and there appeared to be a finger sized slit now open and available between her parted thighs. Her finger moved away. I could now tell there might be a good-sized clit beneath a rather evident hood. Everything was flaming up and getting pronounced.
"Honey, do you think this might look..."
She looked at my exposed top 2 inches and mocked surprise.
"Honey, what are you... Oh my GOD, could you see me down there?!" Her hand moved out and she slapped her skirt back down between her legs. "Don't catch me doing that, bad boyyy!"
"Oh that was accidental? My bad. Didn't mean to pay attention."
