(All Characters are 18 or older)
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My name is Kevin, and I live in the suburbs of San Francisco with my mom, Delilah, and my sister, Shyla. My parents got divorced three years ago when I was 15, and my dad moved away. My mom is nurse at the hospital, but she has been doing it ever since she got out of college so she is now the head nurse or something like that. She is 38, but you wouldn't guess by looking at her. She is short at 5'5," has long straight brown hair, deep blue eyes, smooth tan skin with no wrinkles at all, and best of all, natural F cup breasts. I know this because I have seen her in a bikini and there are no scars from surgery. She does not dress flirtatiously, but that's not to say she is prude either. Her favorite things to wear are deep cut v-neck shirt and tank tops, and always, always, with jean shorts. We have always been close, but after dad left she became a little distant. It isn't that she pushed me away, but I think it is because I remind her of him too much. Although I'm only 18, I have my dad's build at 5'10" and 160 pounds, and we look similar in other ways too.
My sister, on the other hand, is a very different case. She was born a year before me, but unlike my mom she was always a shut in. I don't know why she spends most of her time in the house, but I never complained. She is a little taller than my mom at 5'6," has curly blond hair that she got from my dad, smooth pale skin because she never goes tanning, dark brown eyes, double D cup breasts, and the best pair of dark red lips I have ever seen. She is very shy, and I have never seen her with a boy friend, or any friends for that matter besides her best one Jen. Shyla finished high school last year, but decided to take a computer job she could do at home instead of going to college. I never knew why she did this, especially because she isn't that smart, until I saw exactly what it is that she does. She is one of those customer service people that you talk to over the Internet. She knows how to fix, like, six things and if she can't do that she sends you up the chain to a real computer expert. She spends most of her time in her room, but she isn't fat or anything. Both my mom and my sister use the treadmill in our living room and have really slim figures that complement their huge chests. My sister always wears long sleeve shirts or hoodies when she goes out; I guess because she is shy, but since she rarely leaves her room I often see her in just a night shirt and panties when she slips down to the kitchen to get food.
Recently I have been having this problem with my penis. It's not that I'm small or anything; in fact I'm a nice seven inches and any longer would just make women uncomfortable. The problem started a few years ago when I noticed my balls getting bigger. At the time I thought it was a good thing, and eventually they grew to the size of golf balls, then stopped. Fine by me, but then it started happening a few months ago with no warning. Whenever I get hard now, with the exception of morning wood, I start to leak precum at a steady rate, and I don't stop, literally. I once timed it for three hours in my room, but just ended up filling a six cups with clear fluid before I had had enough. What's worse is that I won't go down unless I, ehem, take care of it. At home it isn't much of a problem, I just jack off every twelve hours or so whenever I need to, but at school its different. I always have to ask to go to the bathroom and jack off into the toilet. Not only is this awkward, but also if I don't hurry it will look like I wet my pants.
So today I decided to do something, and went to my mom. She was in the kitchen getting ready for work. I walked in and sat down at the table to have breakfast like I always do.
"Hey mom, can you get me a doctors appointment while you are at work today?" I asked in between mouthfuls.
She didn't turn around, but just kept cleaning the counter, "Sure honey, what for?"
"I just need to talk to him, that's all," I said, not looking up. She could tell I was avoiding the question, but didn't pry.
"Okay dear, now hurry up or you will be late," she said. She walked over and kissed me on the forehead, giving me a wonderful view down her nurse's blouse at her cleavage, then left. I finished my cereal and took off. That day at school was just like the others, but it was better because I thought I was going to get help. I came home as usual, but my mom was still at work so I went to my room and did homework. At around eight that night, my sister often makes dinner when my mom works late, my mom came home. I came into the kitchen after she had changed and was eating her dinner.
I leaned in the doorway, "So did you talk to the doctor?" I asked.
"Oh dear, I forgot. There was so much work today because half the nursing staff was busy it just slipped my mind," she said.
I sighed and said, "Damn."
She looked up, then. She was wearing her favorite relaxed clothing, one of my dad's old undershirts. I loved when she wore it because over the years it had worn thing and I could see her chest so well she might have just been walking around in her bra alone.
"You might as well tell me if its that important," she said with concern and a little annoyance.
"No, no, don't worry mom," I said as I turned to leave.
"Hold it Kevin," she said as she stood up. She walked over and said; "Now I am your mother so there is nothing that would embarrass me about my son. I am also a nurse, so have a little faith in me knowing what I'm doing. Now tell me what is wrong, and no buts," she said.
I started to say something, but she silenced me with her eyes; those deep blue eyes.
I sighed and said awkwardly, "It has to do with my... you know... penis."
Delilah smiled and said, "I guessed as much. Come with me young man." She took my hand and led me over to the couch. She sat down on it and pulled me in front of her, spreading her legs so I could stand directly in front of her.
She looked up at me and said, "Now undo your pants."
"Mom!" I said in surprise.
"No Moming me young man. I have to do this for a living so I might as well save my boss the trouble and handle this at home, now off I said." I looked into her eyes and saw that she wouldn't listen, so I undid my jeans and let them fall to the floor.
