[I strongly recommend you read the prior chapters to this ongoing series. This is meant to be porn (or erotica) not fine literature, however, the series in its entirely will deal plenty with the psyche of maturing sexuality and that (as well as the sexual tension) might best be appreciated from the start. All characters are 18+, consenting, and fictional]
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Just like the day before, I found myself in bed. This time dressed only in clean pajama bottoms. It was nighttime. I'd conked out after the bathtub incident and woke in the night once more. (It may have been the medication making me knock out like that after an orgasm those first few days.)
I looked around the room and noticed someone next to me. Mother was right there, with a reading light on and a magazine. Dressed in casual nightwear.
"You okay," she asked sincerely.
"Uhhhhh... yeah. I mean, yeah! Are you?"
"Perfectly fine," she responded with a smile.
"Perfectly fine?" I repeated.
"Perfectly fine. Just making sure you don't need anything. Want some water?"
"Uhhhh... yeah, that would be great."
"Here ya go," she offered from the side table. "Ice and everything. I just brought it up."
I drank a bit. Very refreshing. Needed that.
"Your arms okay? You took a bit of a spill there..."
I laughed while she was unaware of the minor pun. "Spill? I thought I did better than that..."
She caught on and slapped her magazine at me. "Yes, you did. You certainly did."
"Not on the forearms, geez." I was still in recovery, after all. Recovery with benefits I never would have dreamed of but... a burn victim none the less.
"Here, take your medication and go back to bed."
"Good plan," I agreed. And swallowed it down.
A moment went by and then she asked. "Was I okay also, Robbie?"
I looked down my legs knowing I wouldn't find it there. Pointed at my groin... flat as a pancake. "Does that answer your question?"
She smiled. "I guess it does..."
"Don't worry. It'll be back tomorrow morning..." I assured her.
"Okay Robbie..." But she wasn't quite satisfied, "You don't think ill of me, do you, Robbie?"
I rolled back to look at her. "Mom... I'm the one with the problem. You're not the problem. You're the solution." And then I rolled back away from her, satisfied with my answer.
"Oh... well THAT'S good," she surmised. Seemingly satisfied.
"Understatement," I mumbled. And fell off to sleep listening to her soft sweet laughter comfort me.
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Next morning I woke up and knew I didn't need a shower. But the donkey dick had returned to full mast and I wondered what clever solution we might come up with THIS time.
In the span of 3 days I'd gone from burn victim, to getting my normally problematic throb jacked off by my 'body like a cartoon' mother - who just might be as torrid horny as I am! (If not more so... given some of the shit she'd been saying.) If I hadn't woke up in the same predicament every morning, I might let rational thought set in. Alas, my dick has a very convincing mind of its own and I was in no position to question the sudden benefits available to me...
I was about to find out that she's literally sex on fire and hardly able to contain her desire to empty my ballsack quite a bit more deliberately. Seriously, prepare to be shocked. You've been warned.
Mom had wrapped me up in oversized PJ's at some point following the bathroom incident and I'd slept in them overnight. I told her before that's not so comfortable when things wanna wake up before me. That was never more apparent when I rumbled myself out of bed and took a glance in the full-sized closet mirror. Something looked very peculiar about my right leg. I thought about rummaging around with it to get it back to the upright position at my belly... but then thought maybe I'd teach her another visual lesson instead.
So I waddled my way downstairs where we could say a proper good morning. 'Damn right, kid. Keep it obvious. That's workin' just fine for us,' my cock agreed.
When I got there she was munching on chilled vegetables, dressed in her shiny all-white tennis outfit. It's a one-piece, basically form fitting -- with room to breathe around her neck while holding the boobs in there jammy packed, a black zipper line down the front, and cheerleader-skirt style bouncy at the bottom (while far too short). She was surprised to see me up this early.
"Oh, HI Robbie, you're..." Again, the erection ripping off my leg is comical in appearance. "...up early."
I chastised her, sarcastic serious, "You see this? I can't wear stuff like this to sleep. It woke me up."
She giggled, charmed by it at this point. "I'm sorry, honey. I just thought, since... well, I wasn't being very thoughtful."
"Uh huh," I continued. "And at no point did you go in there this morning and notice something struggling?"
She looks up at me like I'm chastising daughter, "... I did." And then she starts to giggle again. "I went in there first thing when I woke up, to be honest. I felt like I needed to check in on it!"
We both laughed.
"Oh, you just HAD to say hello but didn't bother to do anything about it?" I'm still trying to be firm... wrong choice of words, trying to be comically stern with her.
"Well what was I supposed to do? Pull 'em off? Like THAT won't wake you up?" She's nothing but adorable in her apology.
"Good point... Don't do anything I might miss out on."
She then looked away a bit mischievous and sort of mumbled, "Okay, honey... I'll try to keep that in mind."
