What did the doctor say?" I asked my mother after she entered the car.
"We'll talk about it when we get home," she replied tersely. We drove the entire way home in complete silence. When we arrived at our house, my mother pulled the car up to the curb. "I need to stop by the pharmacy, Jason. I'll be back in a few minutes."
I exited the car, entered our house, and sat down on the couch in our living room. As I waited for her return, I began to think that there really was something seriously wrong with me. It all started a few weeks ago when I began to feel an aching feeling in my testicles. I thought it was nothing, and would eventually go away, but it gradually got worse. Eventually, I was forced to tell my mother, and she immediately scheduled an appointment with our primary care physician.
A few minutes later, my mother returned home carrying a small plastic bag from the pharmacy, and sat down on the couch beside me. "I have some good news and some bad news, Jason. The good news is that Dr. Ryan thinks there is nothing to be worried about. We won't know for sure until he gets the lab results back, but things look promising at this point."
"What's the bad news?" I asked.
"The doctor prescribed some medicine to help relieve the pain."
"You mean like a pill or something?" I asked. "Why is that bad news?"
"No, it's a topical solution that needs to be applied directly to the affected area. The doctor gave me instructions on how to administer the treatment. And . . . um . . . that may be a little awkward for you―that's the bad news. Because you'll need to be . . . um . . . exposed to allow me to apply the medicine."
I gulped. "Do we have to? Isn't there another way?"
"No, I'm afraid not. It's what the doctor ordered. You want to get better don't you?"
"Yes."
"Good. Now I want you to go to your room, strip down to your underwear, and lie down on your bed. I'll be up in a few minutes to give you your treatment."
* * * * *
Staring at the ceiling, thinking about what was about to happen next; I was incredibly anxious and nervous about being completely naked in front of my mother. I was hoping that the treatment wouldn't take long―hoping that I would just drop my drawers, she would spray the medicine on me, and that would be it. Boy, was I ever wrong.
My mother entered my bedroom and placed the plastic bag from the pharmacy down on my nightstand. She reached into the bag and retrieved a pair of disposable, latex medical gloves which she stretched over her manicured hands. Then she peeled the underwear off my body. I was now completely naked in front of her. I was so embarrassed. I wanted to die.
My mother removed the medicine from the bag―it was bottle, but not the spray kind of one; it was a clear plastic bottle with a purple cap, and it contained a liquid that was also clear. She snapped open the cap and drizzled some of the slippery substance onto me, drizzled some more into her right palm, then sat down on the bed and started massaging my cock and balls.
I closed my eyes; I couldn't watch what was happening.
"I know this is might be a little embarrassing for you, Jason. Just try and relax and it'll be over before you know it."
But rather than getting any better, it only got worse. My cock started to grow and get hard; I couldn't help it. "I'm sorry, mom."
"Sorry for what?"
"Sorry for . . . you know, getting hard."
My mother let out a chuckle. "Honey, that's what's supposed to happen―that's the medicine doing it's work. It's a good thing, not a bad one. It means we're almost finished."
I felt like such a perv for getting an erection in front of my mother. I was so embarrassed; it felt so wrong. I prayed that it would be over soon.
Thankfully, my prayers were soon answered when I felt her tighten the grip on my cock, and start jerking me harder and faster. The pressure was building inside of me. My cock was rock hard and ready to explode. Was this what was supposed to happen? I wondered. It didn't matter; I didn't have a choice.
"Just relax and let it go," my mother said. And I did. I opened my eyes and saw my mother furiously jerking my cock. Rope after rope of my cum came flying out, landing on my stomach and chest.
My mother kept working me until my cock began to soften in her hand. "See, that's wasn't so bad, was it?" she asked.
I didn't know what to say. I didn't know how I felt about what had just happened, how I was supposed to feel. I couldn't deny though, how amazing it felt. "No, I guess not," I weakly replied.
She pulled off the gloves and dropped them in the wastebasket. "Why don't you get cleaned up, and I'll go make dinner."
* * * * *
After taking a shower, I sat down at the kitchen table just as my mother was pulling a baked chicken-and-rice dish from the oven. As we began eating, she acted like everything was normal, like nothing out of the ordinary had just happened, or if it did, it was no big deal.
I, on the other hand, couldn't stop thinking about it; it was a big deal to me, but at least it was over.
"Do you feel better now? Now that you've had your treatment?" she asked as we were finishing our meal.
"Yes, much better. Thank you for . . . for helping me."
"You're welcome. I'm glad."
"Me too. I'm glad it's over and we won't have to do that again."
"I think you misunderstood, Jason. That was only the beginning."
"Beginning?"
"Yes, the doctor said we need to do at least two treatments per day, one in the morning and one at night for the next two weeks, then I'm supposed to report back to him on your progress. Are you okay with that?"
"I guess, if that's what he thinks is best." My dick certainly felt it was best―I could feel it starting to thicken and get hard in my pants.
"I know it was difficult the first time, but it will get easier, you'll see."
* * * * *
Later that evening my mother entered my bedroom for the second treatment. I was more relaxed this time, less nervous, though I still felt embarrassed and guilty that I was already hard before we even got started. My mother didn't seem to mind, or didn't say anything if she did. A minute later she was gently, caressing my bulging erection, softly, lovingly. I didn't close my eyes this time; I wanted to watch; I had to watch.
"Do you know why you are getting these treatments, Jason?"
"No, not really."
"The doctor said that when a young man gets . . . um . . . has certain thoughts and feelings, fluid begins to build up in his . . . uh . . . private area. And without some release, the fluid accumulates and causes discomfort. These treatments give you the release and relief that you need. Do you understand?"
"I guess so."
"Good. The doctor also said that the longer the treatment lasts, the more fluid is released, and the better you will feel. So this time we're going to go slower and take our time, okay?"
"Okay, mom."
"I want you to last as long as you can this time. Can you do that for me?"
"I'll try." I did try, but it was incredibly hard not to immediately blow my load again. I forced my eyes away from her stroking my cock and tried to think of something else.
It did seem to help a little, for a while, but soon I felt the urge to come again. "You're doing great, sweetie," my mother said. "It's okay, you can come now. You've earned it."
I looked down and watched her cup my balls in one hand and jack me off hard with the other. My cock erupted in response. This time I didn't feel bad about coming in front of her, especially when I looked up and saw her lips curled on the verge of smile. Was she also enjoying this? I wondered. "That's a good boy, keep going," she encouraged me as she pumped the cum from my cock. "Wow, good job," she said when it was finally over. "That's a nice big load of cum you had for me."
* * * * *
The next morning I was still asleep when I felt my mother nudging my shoulder. "Wake up, Jason. It's time for your treatment." She pulled back the covers, pulled off my underwear and leaned over the bed. "I'm running late, so we'll have to make it quick this time," she said as she drizzled the medicine on my penis which was also beginning to wake up at the thought of what was about to happened next.
She started stroking me, hard and fast with her bare hands.
"Mom?"
She paused the action. "Yes, Jason."
"What about the gloves?"
"Ooops, I forgot. Well, we don't really need them anyway, but I can put them on if you want."
It felt better without the gloves, more natural, more personal, more intimate. "No, it's okay."
My mother started vigorously working my cock again. The pumping motion of her arm caused the belt of her bathrobe to loosen, partially exposing her bare breasts to me. I tried to look away; I should have looked away, but I couldn't look away.
"You almost there, sweetie?" she asked as continued jerking my cock hard and fast.
"Yes."
"Good. We're running out of time. I want you come. I want come now, and I want you come hard for me."
I went off, a flood of cum erupted from my cock. When it was over she noticed me staring at her beautiful breasts. She wanted to say something about it, I could tell.
"Jason . . ." She covered herself up. "I need to get going, so I won't be late for work," she said and quickly left the room.
I spent the entire evening hanging out at my friend Chad's house, deliberately trying to avoid my mother. It was ten-thirty when I finally arrived home, snuck into my bedroom, and crawled into my bed.
No sooner than my head hit the pillow, my mother entered my room and sat down on the bed beside me. "It's time for your nighttime treatment," she reminded me. "Did you forget?"
"Yes," I lied, "I guess I did." I hadn't forgotten. I just didn't want to have to face her, face what had happening that morning when she was giving me my treatment and caught me staring at her partially exposed breasts. I feared that it was over now, all of it was over. I had ruined it, ruined everything that was building between us.
Mom reached her hand under the covers, into my underwear, and started gently stroking my cock. "I want to ask you a question, Jason, and I need you to be honest with me," my mother asked. "When my robe came undone this morning, were you looking at my breasts?"
I was caught red-handed. I couldn't lie. "Yes," I admitted, "I'm so sorry, mom. I couldn't help it. Please forgive me."
"How did it make you feel?" my mother asked me.
I tried to dodge her question. "Um . . . I don't know, okay I guess."
"Did it make you more aroused?"
"Yes," I finally confessed. "I know it was wrong, but I couldn't help it."
"I see," she said. "Is that why you . . . you got so excited?"
"Yes," I reluctantly admitted. "I'm so sorry, mom. Are you mad at me?"
My mother thought about it for a minute while she continued slowly stroking my cock. "I guess not, I guess it's normal for a young man to be curious about these sort of things. So, no, I'm not mad at you, Jason.
"Doctor Ryan did say some visual stimulation might help you . . . might help make the treatments more effective."
I was incredibly relieved, then shocked when my mother said, "Would like to see them again?"
I didn't know how to answer that―of course I wanted to see them again, but I didn't want her to think that I was even more of a pervert. "No, that's okay, mom," I said. "You don't have to."
"Are you sure? You've already had a peek at them," my mother said. "Don't you want to get a better look?" mom asked. "It's okay, sweetie. I don't mind."
I didn't answer her. I couldn't answer her. I didn't want my mother to know that when I looked at her now, I thought about her, her body, and thought about her in a sexual way. Sons weren't supposed to look at their mothers this way, I knew that.
"Tell you what," my mother said, "I'll take off my top, and if that makes you feel uncomfortable, just let me know, and I'll put it back on. Okay?"
"Okay," I replied, trying to hide my excitement.
My mother turned on the lamp on my nightstand, then pulled her top over her head; she wasn't wearing a bra. "What do you think?" she asked, seductively shaking her tits side-to-side in front of my face.
"They're amazing, mom."
"Aah, you're too kind, honey," my mother said. "Now let's get your treatment started," she said as she pulled off my underwear, poured some of the medicine on me, and resumed stroking my hard cock.
I tried my best not to stare at them, tried to play it cool, tried to make it appear like I wasn't infatuated with my mother's big beautiful breasts.
"It's okay, Jason," my mother said, "you can look at them, if you want to. Don't be shy. But remember, you can look, but you're not allowed to touch. Do you understand?"
"Yes," I replied and unabashedly turned my full attention to my mother's beautiful breasts.
"That's it, honey, have a good look at mommy's tits," mom said to me. "I like it when you look at them. It turns me on and makes me feel sexy again. Is this getting you harder, baby?"
"Yes," I admitted, no point in lying now.
"Good. That's a good boy," my mother said to me. "I want you to get nice and hard, and come for me. Will you do that? Will you come hard for your mommy?"
It was all too much: the sight of her beautiful breasts, the hard jerking of my cock, the naughty mommy talk. I couldn't take it anymore. "I'm ready to come now, mom," I told her. "Please let me come!" I begged.
My mother gripped me tighter, stroked me harder, and I went off again.
Every time my mother made me come, I came harder than the time before. I realized as my cock softened in her loving hand, that these were going to be the greatest two weeks of my life.
"Jason, can you do me a favor?" my mother asked before leaving the room.
"Yes, what is it, mom?"
"Can you stop wearing your underwear to bed? It only gets in the way."
"Sure thing, mom, if that will make it easier for us."
― ― ― ― ―
Just like the morning before, my mother came into my bedroom wearing her white, terry cloth bathrobe, which she quickly removed. The only thing she had on underneath was a pair of panties. They were normal, everyday ordinary panties, nothing fancy, sexy or special, but the sight of my mom in them, wearing only them, instantly made me rock hard with arousal.
My mother was an attractive, curvy woman, with shoulder-length black hair that framed a beautiful, wholesome looking face. Mom sat down on my bed next to me, leaned over, poured some of the medicine on me, and began the next treatment.
I guess, in a way, I was starting to get used to it now. I was more relaxed and less nervous every time my mother gave me a treatment. But at the same time, each and every time, I was also becoming increasingly and incredibly more horny.
The treatments were actually working. I hadn't felt any discomfort since my mother had started giving them to me. I was grateful that she was willing to do this for me and sad to think that soon it might end.
"We need to speed it up, Jason," my mother told me. "I'm running late again."
"I'm trying, mom, but it each time it seems to take a little longer."
"I know, honey," my mother said. "That's understandable, I guess. I tell you what, I'll make you a deal. I'll let you touch my breasts, if it will make you come quicker. Deal?"
"Deal."
I was in heaven when I started caressing my mother's bare breasts―they felt amazing. I couldn't believe my mother was letting me do this. The extra stimulation quickly pushed me over the edge and I started coming hard in her hand.
― ― ― ― ―
That evening, after we had finished dinner, I was sitting at my desk reading a chapter from my Econ 101 textbook, when a text message from my mother arrived on my phone.
I have a surprise for you ; )
Bring your medicine and come to my bedroom to find out what it is.
Excited, I hurried to her bedroom. My mother was lying on her bed wearing a sexy, lacy pair of panties; some intoxicating perfume, a wide grin, and nothing else.
"Jason, I know these treatments are . . . rather hard for you. And I wanted to let you know that I'm so proud of you and the progress you are making.
"I've decided to give you a little reward for doing such a great job. Would like that?"
"Yes," I admitted, "what is it?"
"Well, I know you liked playing with my breasts with your hands, would you be interested in playing with them another way?"
"Yes," I replied, "how?"
"Hand me your medicine bottle."
My mom took the bottle and drizzled some of the slippery liquid onto the cleavage between her big, beautiful breasts.
"Take off your pants, Jason, climb up onto me, and put your cock between my breasts."
My mother drizzled some more of the liquid onto my cock, then pushed her hands against the sides of her breasts, squeezing them together, causing her cleavage to tighten around my cock. It felt so amazing having my hard cock lodged between the soft flesh of my mother's breasts.
"Go on, honey. It's okay," she encouraged me. "Move it back and forth, in and out."
"Like this?" I asked as I slowly started to fuck my mom's tits with my cock.
"Oh, yes, just like that," my mother said. "How does it feel? Does it feel good, baby?"
"It's feels incredible, mom," I told her. "Thank you so much for letting me do this."
"You've earned it," my mother told me. "Do you think you can make yourself come this way?"
"Am I allowed to?" I asked.
"Of course you are, honey," she said. "It would make mommy so happy if you did. Can you do that for me? Will you do that for your mommy?"
Watching my hard cock slide between the sexy, soft flesh of my mother's breasts was making me hornier than I ever could have imagined. I started pumping my cock faster between her large, luscious breasts. It felt so amazing, so wonderful, so wrong but also so undeniably right.
Okay, I'll admit it. I wanted to fuck my mother, desperately wanted to fuck her now. I knew that it was wrong, but I also knew that I couldn't help feeling this way, and feeling this was probably the closest I would ever get to actually doing it.
Unable to hold back any longer, my cock exploded, cum violently spurting out and landing on my mother's pretty face, plastering it with my pleasure.
I felt so bad about what had just happened, what I had just done, how I had desecrating something, someone so beautiful and sacred to me. And the worst part was that I felt no remorse about what I had just done, only guilty pleasure. The sight of my mother's cum covered face was an image burned into my brain that I would never ever forget.
I was certain that my mother would be angry with me, angry that I had just came all over her innocent, wholesome looking face, so I was surprised to see her smiling. "Did you like your little reward?" she asked.
"It was amazing, mom. Thank you so much. I'll never ever forget it."
As I lay naked in my bed, patiently waiting for mother to give me my morning treatment, I thought about what had happened the night before: how incredible it felt when she let me slide my rock-hard cock in between her magnificent, silky soft breasts; and how her words of encouragement pushed me over the edge and made me blow my load all over her sweet, wholesome face. I couldn't wait to see what was going to happen next.
But wait I did―I waited and waited. My cock was harder than it had ever been before and was ready to explode. When my alarm clock went off at eight o'clock, I realized my mother had already left for work. She was probably running late again and didn't have the time for my treatment. I was disappointed of course, but I also completely understood the reality of her situation.
The thought of self-administering my treatment crossed my mind when I got into the shower, but like my mother, I was also now running late and needed to hustle if I was going to make it to my first class on time. So, I settled for a cold shower to try and cool my sexual desire for her. And, truth be told, I wanted my mother to be the one that made me come again, and get me off as she had done before.
In between classes, I was sitting outside on a bench, in the main square of the community college campus I attended, when I turned my phone back on. There was a message from her:
Sorry I missed your treatment, Jason. I'll make it up to you when I get home, I promise ; )
Love,
Mom
Wondering how my mother was going to make it up to me, made my cock stiffen and stretch the tight confines of my jeans. I placed my backpack over my lap to cover my embarrassing situation. The thought of it, of her, of what her words meant, haunted me and taunted me throughout the rest of my school day. Try as I might, I couldn't concentrate on anything else.
I knew it was wrong, knew how I now thought about my mother in a sexual way, was wrong, but I couldn't help it. I tried every way possible to avoid it, and avoid the intense sexual thoughts I was now feeling about her. Despite my greatest efforts, I was helpless, helpless to the fact that my incredibly sexy mom now controlled and consumed all my waking thoughts.
― ― ― ― ―
Later that afternoon, I was home, sitting at my desk in my bedroom, working on a paper for my Freshman Comp English class, when my mother entered my bedroom.
She snuck up stealthily behind me, reached around the chair and started rubbing my crotch as she seductively spoke into my ear, "Sorry, I couldn't give you your treatment this morning, sweetie; I ran out of time."
"I understand" I said. "It's okay."
My mother unbuttoned my pants, slid her hand down into my underwear, and started stroking my rapidly hardening cock. "Did you miss me? she asked. "Did you miss your Mommy? Did you miss me playing with your big hard cock?" she whispered seductively into my ear.
"Yes," I admitted, of course I did.
"Well, Mommy is home now and we have all of the time in the world to take care of your naughty needs," she said. My mother spun my chair around so that I was facing her and stripped me naked from the waist down.
I was exposed to her once again, but now I was no longer ashamed about it. I was proud to show her how much I loved her, how sexy she was, and how incredibly hard and excited she made me feel.
After closing the blinds of my bedroom window, my mother connected her phone to my bluetooth speaker, and the sound of Van Halen's Hot for Teacher filled my bedroom. She started grooving to the music, swaying her hips, gyrating her body seductively and sexually for me.
My mother always dressed professionally for work, and today was no exception―she was still wearing the business attire that she wore into the office that day. As my mother's private dance for me continued, she began slowly unbuttoning her white silk blouse, one button at a time.
When the last button of her blouse was undone, my mother teased me, flashed me, then removed her blouse and flung it onto my bed. I was wide-eyed and rock-hard as my mother continued her sexy, seductive strip tease for me.
As she continued to sway seductively to the music, she undid the front clasp of her black lace, push-up bra. The bra amplified and accentuated her beautiful, large sexy breasts. And even though I had seen her breasts before, the seductive way she was dancing made me incredibly horny and hungry to see them once again. My mother turned her back to me, smiled over her shoulder, and removed her bra, which quickly joined her blouse on my bed.
When she turned back to face me, her eyes instantly locked onto mine; her hands were trying their best to cover her large, luscious breasts and were failing wonderfully. Slowly, seductively, my mother revealed her breasts to me. She started to caress and play with them. This was the third time I had seen my mother's breasts, and each time was more exciting, titillating, and arousing than the time before.
Once again, my mother turned her back to me, bent over, undid her skirt and let it fall to floor. My eyes and mouth were wide open when I discovered she was wearing matching black lace, thong panties, which allowed me an amazing, incredible view of her beautiful, curvy round bottom.
My mother playfully spanked herself as she danced for me, then wiggled her ass in front of my face, making it jiggle like jello―like a female dancer twerking in a rap video. The sight of her big, beautiful butt, teasing me, pleasing me, was pushing me closer to the edge again.
She drizzled some of the medicine onto my cock and stroked it firmly with her hand. Then she turned her back to me, bent over, put my well-lubed cock between her ass cheeks and started to slide up and down against my hardness.
The sight of it, of her, of my horny cock sliding up and down between my mother's wonderful silky, sexy ass cheeks, was incredible. The wet, wild friction was beyond belief, more than I ever could have imagined. It soon became too much. I couldn't take it anymore. My cock exploded, spurting copious amounts of cum all over my mother's big, beautiful ass and lower back.
When it was over, when I was totally spent, she turned to me and the tone became more serious. "I'm going to talk to Dr. Ryan tomorrow and give him a progress report," my mother said to me, "so I need to know how you are do? How you are feeling? How the treatments are going? Are you still feeling any discomfort or pain?"
"No, I wasn't, but . . ."
"But what?"
"I . . . It sorta started aching again this morning," I said.
"Was it bad?" my mother asked.
"No, not really, not as bad as before," I admitted. "It feels better now, much better."
"I see. Well, I'll speak to the doctor in the morning and see what he has to say."
― ― ― ― ―
When my mother got home from work the next day, she called me into the living room and had me sit down on the sofa next to her.
Her demeanor was serious and somber. "I spoke with Dr. Ryan this morning and updated him on your condition, the treatments, and your progress."
"What did he say?" I asked.
"He was . . . well, I not going to parse words, Jason. He's a little disappointed by your recent setback," my mother said to me. "While he feels that the treatments did help to temporarily alleviate some of your symptoms, he felt that this type of treatment was . . . well, wasn't very effective in your particular case and recommended that we stop doing them."
Gulp. I was shocked. I should have kept my shut. I now had totally fucked things up in every way imaginable. "He did?" I asked. My whole life, my incredible sexual life with my lovely, loving mother had suddenly come crashing down around me, an abrupt and sudden end. I had hoped and prayed that my mother's treatments would continue on, on forever, or, at the very least, for the two weeks that Dr. Ryan had prescribed, but it was over now, everything was over now.
"Yes, how do you feel about that?" my mother asked.
I was devastated and crushed. Of course, I wanted the treatments to continue―it had become my obsession, the sole reason for my existence. "I don't know," I said trying not reveal my true feelings. "I thought the treatments were going well and were helping me."
"So did I, but Dr. Ryan apparently doesn't feel the same way," my mother said. "He thinks the treatments are not very effective and that you should have another . . . another alternative treatment."
"Alternative treatment?" I asked. "What does that mean?
"He feels that manual stimulation is not enough to cure you. He wants us to increase the intensity and take your treatments to another level: phase two."
"What's phase two?" I asked.
"Oral stimulation," my mother replied, looking away from me then looking back to gauge my reaction
I tried my best to keep a poker face. "Oral stimulation?"
"Yes, Dr. Ryan feels that more intense stimulation and pleasure is required to cure you, cure you once and for all. Are you . . . are you okay with that? With me doing that to you, with you?"
Talk about a reversal of fortune. Once again, I tried to play it cool. "Yeah, I mean I guess so, if that's what the doctor ordered. "What about you?" I asked my mom. "Are you okay with doing this?"
At first she avoided looking directly at me, instead looking down at her hands folded together in her lap, almost in a prayer gesture. "I must admit, at first I wasn't sure―I mean what the doctor ordered, what we have done . . . done so far, was beyond anything I thought, as a mother, I would ever need to do for my son," she admitted.
"But my motherly maternal instincts eventually kicked in and took over; and made want to help you and make you feel better.
"And now, well now . . . after seeing how it helped you, how I helped you, and was able to give you some relief from your pain and make you feel better, I guess . . . I guess it makes me feel happy and proud that I was able to help you and to heal you.
"Of course, I understand that what Dr. Ryan is suggesting is very unconventional and goes far beyond what we have done before, beyond what happens in a typical mother and son relationship, so I had reservations about this at first.
"But as I thought about it, about us, about how all of this has brought us closer together and helped create an incredible emotional and physical bond between us―a bond that I hope will never be broken, I realized that I do want this to continue; I desperately want it to continue. But only if you feel the same, Jason. I don't want to force this on you. I want you to want this as much I do and feel the same way I do."
"I do," I said to my mom.
Her face brightened. "Good. Why don't we get started? Take off your clothes and sit back down on the couch."
Once again, I was naked in front of her. My mother got down on her knees, between my splayed legs, and grabbed the base of my cock. She began by kissing and licking the sensitive tip of my cock. I couldn't believe this was actually happening; I couldn't believe she was actually doing this.
I was so incredibly horny, I knew I wasn't going to be able to last long. I watched her take the tip of my cock into her mouth and slowly, gently, she began to suck it while she stroked the shaft with her other hand.
It felt amazing, too amazing. As much as I wanted it to last, I knew I couldn't make it. I felt the pressure building inside of me. "I'm going to come," I announce to my mother as warning sign.
My mother kept on sucking and stroking me, and I went off, ejaculating powerfully into her warm, wonderful mouth. The orgasm was so strong my entire body began shaking. It kept going, she kept sucking me until I had nothing more left, nothing more to give her.
When it was finally over she pulled off me and smiled. "You did great, honey. I'm so proud of you," my mom said. "Do you feel better now?"
"Yes, better than I ever have," I truthfully admitted.
"Good," she said. "Oh, one other thing I forgot to mention: the Doctor wants to increase the frequency."
"Frequency?" I asked.
"Yes, he wants to increase the frequency of the treatments to three times a day, more on the weekends, if you are . . . are up to it.