Bret Leconte is 18, a high school senior. Fairly normal physically, 5'll", 175 pounds, brown hair and eyes. Not handsome but clean cut, average until he smiles and then he turns everyone on. A decent high school athlete, he was a receiver in football, is the left fielder in baseball. Correction, was the left fielder. Today, in chemistry class, he messes up big and mixes the wrong two items. The beaker starts getting very hot and he holds it with both hands as he hurries to a sink, oohing about his hands burning. Just as he gets there, the beaker finally cracks and some of the contents get on his hands and he yells out even louder. The teacher immediately treats his hands with baking soda. The office calls the paramedics and he's taken to the hospital while his mother is called. The result is, both hands are bandaged for at least a week and perhaps up to two. It's expected he'll have a full recovery but in the meantime he can't do much of anything.
At home, his mother undresses him, gets him into a robe, hand feeds him dinner. His Dad and younger sister watch and commiserate. Later, she decides to help him take a shower. She decides to remain dressed and just reach into the shower and wash him as he turns, keeping his hands out of the water.
Elaine, his mother, hadn't really seen Bret naked for years. Probably not since bathing him at 3 or 4 years old. Bret had developed a need for both privacy and being allowed to do things on his own. So she was in for a bit of a shock at how big he'd become.
The other thing about Elaine is her personal history. When she was Bret's age she started her sexual discoveries. She had decided that of all the prime instincts of humans, sex was number one. And the number one representation of sex, in her mind, was an erect male penis. So she checked out as many as possible. She handled them, moved to hand jobs and making them cum. Then to tasting them, sucking them and making them cum. A mouthful of sperm was a desirable sexy result. She developed a reputation in high school. So, at college, she became more selective.
She spent months with one guy, sucking only him. He led her into the next step, which was taking his cock into her vagina. And she loved that. When they broke up she found another guy for some months. Through two years of college she probably sucked and fucked a half dozen guys, normally not actually getting active until they had dated a short while. Well, she did relapse a couple times and suck off complete strangers that just looked sexy. But whatever, she retained her love for a good, stiff cock.
Then she met Bret's Dad, Bob. After a few dates they got naked and she sucked him and, for the first time ever in her life, he went down on her her. Wow, this was something new. Something terrific. Oral sex on her. She found a keeper. Besides he had a lovely big cock. A little over a year later, she was pregnant with what became Bret. They married and she graduated from college seven months pregnant .
The result is, almost twenty years later she still weighs about the same, has the same sexy body. She's still with him and his is the only erect cock she's experienced for all that time. And she's experienced it plenty. They may not be as active sexually as they were at first but they still get at it, usually resulting in a couple orgasms each, several times a week. She still sees sex as a main principle of life.
So, she's washing Bret and eventually gets to his cock and balls. He gets an erection. A beautiful, delicious looking erection that may even be slightly bigger than his Dad's. She has her hand around it and is almost hypnotized looking at it, ready to lean forward and start swallowing it. And it hits her. This is my son. My baby. I can't. She immediately lets go and draws back. "Just rinse off," she says.
He realizes he has a boner and apologizes. "Sorry, Mom, I couldn't help it."
"It's o.k., Bret. I understand males. It happens. Just rinse off and I'll dry you."
While she's drying him his erection stays. "Mom, I'm sorry. I don't want it to happen, it just does. I can't control it."
She's well aware of the erection. Maybe spends a little too long fondling him with the towel as she dries. "Don't worry about it, Bret. I understand." But she's feeling both a little excited and a little guilty that she's so interested in his truly lovely big cock. Her husband's going to get attacked tonight.
That evening, Bret's girl friend, Diane, stops by to visit. They've been going together for over a year. She's definitely one of the finer girls at school. Blonde, blue eyes, more cute that beautiful, with a killer body. 5'4" tall, perhaps 105 pounds. Great breasts. Not DD's at all but firm and full and standing up, all out front. On her slight, slim body they look large. She has almost no waist leading down to a great butt. A firm, full, round ass, sitting up high. Long legs. Shapely, slim legs that account for a little over half her height. And she's no softy, has been a starter on the girls' soccer team for three years, so she's solid inside that luscious body.
Later, as she's leaving, Elaine follows her out the door and talks to her on the front walk. "Diane, have you and Bret had sex?"
Diane is surprised. In fact, they had not. Not yet. They've each given the other orgasms with their hands. And she sure wants to go further, has even gone on the pill in anticipation. But why is his mother asking? "Why are you asking," she comes up with as her reply.
Elaine appears embarrassed. "Oh, well, it's just that Bret can't do anything for himself. He needs assistance for everything. And I helped him shower and I think he was embarrassed to have me see him naked. And he, uh, well, got so big, and, uh, well I'm not sure I'm the right one to, uh, I mean really bigger than his Dad even, so I thought maybe he wouldn't be embarrassed if you, uh, well, maybe this isn't really a good idea.
"So maybe I can help him do a lot of things?"
"Yes," sounding very relieved to find a way out of this conversation, 'That's it, maybe you can help him with, uh, well, whatever. Well, thanks for stopping by, I'm sure Bret appreciated it."
