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!"
