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What the Doctor Ordered
Chapter One
A Helping Hand
"What did the doctor say?" I asked my mother after she entered the car.
"We'll talk about it when we get home," she replied tersely. We drove the entire way home in complete silence. When we arrived at our house, my mother pulled the car up to the curb. "I need to stop by the pharmacy, Jason. I'll be back in a few minutes."
I exited the car, entered our house, and sat down on the couch in our living room. As I waited for her return, I began to think that there really was something seriously wrong with me. It all started a few weeks ago when I began to feel an aching feeling in my testicles. I thought it was nothing, and would eventually go away, but it gradually got worse. Eventually, I was forced to tell my mother, and she immediately scheduled an appointment with our primary care physician.
A few minutes later, my mother returned home carrying a small plastic bag from the pharmacy, and sat down on the couch beside me. "I have some good news and some bad news, Jason. The good news is that Dr. Ryan thinks there is nothing to be worried about. We won't know for sure until he gets the lab results back, but things look promising at this point."
"What's the bad news?" I asked.
"The doctor prescribed some medicine to help relieve the pain."
"You mean like a pill or something?" I asked. "Why is that bad news?"
"No, it's a topical solution that needs to be applied directly to the affected area. The doctor gave me instructions on how to administer the treatment. And . . . um . . . that may be a little awkward for you―that's the bad news. Because you'll need to be . . . um . . . exposed to allow me to apply the medicine."
I gulped. "Do we have to? Isn't there another way?"
"No, I'm afraid not. It's what the doctor ordered. You want to get better don't you?"
"Yes."
"Good. Now I want you to go to your room, strip down to your underwear, and lie down on your bed. I'll be up in a few minutes to give you your treatment."
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Staring at the ceiling, thinking about what was about to happen next; I was incredibly anxious and nervous about being completely naked in front of my mother. I was hoping that the treatment wouldn't take long―hoping that I would just drop my drawers, she would spray the medicine on me, and that would be it. Boy, was I ever wrong.
My mother entered my bedroom and placed the plastic bag from the pharmacy down on my nightstand. She reached into the bag and retrieved a pair of disposable, latex medical gloves which she stretched over her manicured hands. Then she peeled the underwear off my body. I was now completely naked in front of her. I was so embarrassed. I wanted to die.
My mother removed the medicine from the bag―it was bottle, but not the spray kind of one; it was a clear plastic bottle with a purple cap, and it contained a liquid that was also clear. She snapped open the cap and drizzled some of the slippery substance onto me, drizzled some more into her right palm, then sat down on the bed and started massaging my cock and balls.
I closed my eyes; I couldn't watch what was happening.
"I know this is might be a little embarrassing for you, Jason. Just try and relax and it'll be over before you know it."
But rather than getting any better, it only got worse. My cock started to grow and get hard; I couldn't help it. "I'm sorry, mom."
"Sorry for what?"
"Sorry for . . . you know, getting hard."
My mother let out a chuckle. "Honey, that's what's supposed to happen―that's the medicine doing it's work. It's a good thing, not a bad one. It means we're almost finished."
I felt like such a perv for getting an erection in front of my mother. I was so embarrassed; it felt so wrong. I prayed that it would be over soon.
Thankfully, my prayers were soon answered when I felt her tighten the grip on my cock, and start jerking me harder and faster. The pressure was building inside of me. My cock was rock hard and ready to explode.
Was this what was supposed to happen?
I wondered. It didn't matter; I didn't have a choice.
"Just relax and let it go," my mother said. And I did. I opened my eyes and saw my mother furiously jerking my cock. Rope after rope of my cum came flying out, landing on my stomach and chest.
My mother kept working me until my cock began to soften in her hand. "See, that's wasn't so bad, was it?" she asked.
I didn't know what to say. I didn't know how I felt about what had just happened, how I was supposed to feel. I couldn't deny though, how amazing it felt. "No, I guess not," I weakly replied.
She pulled off the gloves and dropped them in the wastebasket. "Why don't you get cleaned up, and I'll go make dinner."
* * * * *
After taking a shower, I sat down at the kitchen table just as my mother was pulling a baked chicken-and-rice dish from the oven. As we began eating, she acted like everything was normal, like nothing out of the ordinary had just happened, or if it did, it was no big deal.
