My name is Brandon Robertson, and I'm eighteen and live at home for the time being with my mother and my father. I have two older siblings, my brother Carter is currently in college and has finished pre law, he is planning on following in our father's footsteps and becoming a lawyer. My sister Amy is in her sophomore year at college, and she is planning on becoming a teacher when she finishes school.
Our father's name is Ronald Robertson, he is fifty four years old and has his own law firm called The Robertson Law Firm. They deal mostly in representing companies in everything from environmental cases to sexual harassment cases.
Our mother's name is Amanda Robertson and she is forty two years old, I know there is a twelve-year age difference between the two of them. They met when she was studying meteorology and protesting one of the companies that my father was representing in an environmental matter. She finished school, yet she never worked in meteorology, she ended up staying home taking care of us kids.
Our father has not aged well over the years, he works very hard, spends too little time in the gym, he is probably thirty pounds overweight, going bald and has high blood pressure. As for our mother she is still as beautiful now as she was when she first met our father.
My mother has long red hair that flows just past her shoulder blades when she let's it hang down. She loves tanning, she will be found in our backyard tanning herself or during the bad weather using the tanning bed dad bought for her. She never over does it either, she just does it long enough to maintain the light brown color to her skin. The tanning brings out the emerald green of her eyes, the fullness of her lips, if she did not go to school for meteorology or decided to be a stay at mom, she could have easily been a model.
Unlike dad she kept her body in good shape, with exercise and diet after she decided that three kids were enough. She did go through a fat period for a few years, then she started exercising, jogging and working out on a home gym. Mom's body has drawn lots' of either welcome or unwelcomed attention from our friends as kids calling her a milf or from Dad's friends who openly flirt with her.
Mom has a beautiful chest, my friends are always commenting on how nice her rack is, I did some snooping one time, mostly to settle a bet. I found that her breasts were thirty-eight c's, and her stomach is flat with just a few signs of the stretch marks from having three kids. Mom has long shapely legs that are neither too skinny nor too muscular and her ass is well rounded, not fat, but not small either, our father is always calling in her best feature.
As for me I guess you could say I'm the lazy one out of this family of achievers, I've always gotten grades that were just good enough to get by. I did excel in sports, on the high school football team I played outside linebacker made all state in my senior year. During the winter I played basketball, I did not start but I usually got to play about ten minutes a game and I lettered.
In the spring I played baseball, I was one of the team's pitchers and I played shortstop when I was not pitching. I excelled at baseball, I set the school record for home runs, runs batted in and strikeouts.
When graduation came around I had no idea what I wanted to take in college, my parents were proud that I got a sports scholarship. I was going to play baseball for the state university this spring yet I could not come up with any kind of course of study. So my guidance counselor just signed me up for general studies and hoped I would be able to settle on something.
Now on with the story on how my mother had to help with an unfortunate accident this summer. I was playing a pick up game of baseball with some friends down at the athletic field of our old school. A hard hit grounder came at me fast and took a bad bounce, the ball hit me hard right in the groin. I dropped like a ton of bricks screaming in pain, the guys called for an ambulance on their cell phones and I had to go to the hospital for surgery.
I ended up spending a week in the hospital after the surgery, and I had to have a tube inserted into my scrotum for drainage. The pain and swelling were intense, but I could never find a way to get completely comfortable. At the end of the week our family doctor came into my room with my parents to discharge me.
"Well Brandon it looks like you can go home, your mother has already followed the special instructions I've given her for you to return home." The doctor said to me.
"Doctor Mitchell, what special instructions?" I asked.
"We do not want you to have any sexual stimulation for the next three weeks, your mother had a special cable box installed so you cannot see anything other that PG-13 programming. She also had a special block put on the computer so that you cannot surf the web for pornography. She also went through your room and got all of the pornography out of it, including explicit magazines." He explained to me.
"Great now mom and dad think I'm some pervert who can't control his urges." I said in disbelief.
"No son, you don't do anything different from when I was your age, we think you are a healthy normal eighteen years old." My father said reassuring me.
"Now you will have to continue to ice your groin throughout the day and night to help with the swelling and pain. I also have prescribed a pain killer for you that will help you at home as well, any questions or you experience any blood in your urine come right back and see me." Explained Doctor Mitchell.
"Yes Doctor, I think Brandon will do quite well at home." My mother chimed in.
The ride home was quiet, my parents made small talk in the front seat, as I mentioned earlier my mother was a stay at home mom. Then during my senior year in high school, my mother who was both bored and facing an empty nest got a job at channel twelve doing the weather. She was going to work under the senior meteorologist at the station and it would help her catch up to date on the new weather forecasting technology.
She offered to see if she could get a leave of absence from the station, but I insisted she did not need too. She usually did the early morning and lunchtime newscasts Monday through Friday, I would hate to see mom have to stay home from a job she really loved doing.
The only draw back since she did take the job being, an on air meteorologist was the fan mail she got from some of the mail viewers. Mom usually dressed conservatively, yet there were a few times she allowed her natural attributes show. This usually attracted some unsavory e-mails from male viewers who wanted her to send them perverted pictures or wanted to sniff her dirty undies.
My exile began with my new sterile environment from anything sexual, I was so bored having nothing but tame television shows and video games. The only female I actually was around or watched on television was my mother doing the weather at noon. I can see at times over the last couple of weeks why my mother received some of those e-mails.
Most days she looks very conservative and then other she wore short skirts, tight tops while doing the weather. My mother is truly a beautiful woman and I hated to admit I enjoyed watching her do her thing on television.
After a few weeks of this no sex torture I was going through Doctor Mitchell called and wanted me to come in for an appointment. My mother took the day off and was going to take me to the doctor's office herself.
I was instructed to go into the examination room and undress, then put on the hospital gown that was provided for me. After that my doctor, my mother walked into the room and to my embarrassment he lifted the gown up to my waist leaving me exposed to my mother. He carefully examined my groin, moving my penis around, then he cupped my balls and felt them carefully. He then pulled the gown back down, much to my relief, I was amazed my mother sat there watching the entire examination.
"Mrs. Robertson, I think your son has healed quite well from his injury and can resume normal sexual activity, as well as masturbation." He announced bluntly.
