I know. You'll think it odd. Personally I find it awkward. I was his mother and I had to take my eighteen-year old son to the doctor when ordinarily he'd be old enough to be there and deal with their office himself. But he was having difficulties, both physical and emotional.
He was my only child, the result of my marriage to his father that ended in divorce. It was an accidental pregnancy from our last year in high school and a scramble of a marriage by our parents when it was clear I wasn't going to abort the pregnancy. I often wondered if that first decision, keeping the pregnancy, was a good one, but never wondered about the poor wisdom of the second decision, marrying his father. That was never going to work out.
The two of us lived together in our small house in a small town in northern California, in a normal conservative neighborhood. I raised him best I could, working my hours eventually to be a manager in a customer service company that provided medical benefits. I dated when I could, but could never bring a man home for the night, so sleeping with a man was always somewhere else, and frankly never enough. I should add, it was never satisfying either, but that's for another story.
Jason was always a quiet and shy boy. He was healthy and physically active, and so he was in pretty good shape. He did well enough in school and stayed out of trouble, both of which I was relieved about. I usually had an idea when he was relieving himself, since there were subtleties about that, and I always considered to be very healthy. I hoped for him to find a close girlfriend, so I can get out of the house to give him the space to be sexually intimate with her.
But lately he was having anxieties and hasn't been himself. If I asked, he demurred sheepishly. Sometimes, you just let things go so they right themselves, but I was getting concerned about him. I loved him of course.
He gave small hints at first. He was having trouble sleeping. "Is it about a girl? You know, that's totally normal," I asked, but he shook his head. I wasn't sure if he was being honest about that. "Someone at school?" He shook his head.
"Are you feeling anything with your body, like in pain?" He didn't respond. By now, you should be getting the impression that this guy wasn't the most communicative, and you would be correct. Growing up in the YouTube and Tik Tok world of social networks and mobile content, teens are barely able to verbalize. But I persisted with this path. "Honey, are you feeling anything bothering you with your body?"
"Umm, yeah kinda."
Ah, something to latch on to. "I'm your mom. You can tell me anything. What's bothering you, honey?"
"Umm, well I'm feeling something uncomfortable, sort of,..." His voice trailed and he looked down.
"Are you feeling something uncomfortable between your legs? Something sexual?"
He was starting to open up, and I assumed because it was starting to really bother him. "Yeah, I've been having a bad feeling kind of, well, below my balls." Hard for a teen to say to his mother, isn't it.
I came close to him and held his cheeks, and said, "okay, I think I understand a little more. Is it when you're peeing or having an erection, anything like that?"
"No, well, sometimes, yeah, but not always."
I was obviously not going to figure this out but obviously there was something worth figuring out. So I said, "alright, I'll make an appointment with a doctor to help you with this. This shouldn't continue. Okay?"
"Yeah okay. Thanks."
Dr. Tammy Salter was actually my doctor. Jason didn't have his own doctor since he left his pediatrician years ago, and I never arranged for him to have a doctor since then. But now I was pressed for time, and didn't have time to research another doctor for him, so the quickest solution was for me to take him to Dr. Salter to be checked out. A family doctor is a family doctor and I trusted her.
We arrived early because I expected there would be forms to fill out as a new patient. In the waiting room, while Jason, wearing a t-shirt and jeans, sat quietly playing on his cellphone, I took the receptionist's forms and filled them out for him. About 15 minutes in, Robin, Dr. Salter's assistant came out and called us in.
Robin led us to one of the examining rooms. Yes, I went in with Jason. I wanted to introduce him to Dr. Salter to get the relationship on the right footing, and also to explain his situation. I thought perhaps I could also have a private word with her. Jason didn't seem to mind my presence up to now.
In the examining room, Robin introduced herself and said she wanted to get the basics before Dr. Salter came in. In her hand was a clipboard with a form. She guided him to stand in front of the table, placing her hand on his butt as she did so. She asked him to remove his shoes and step on the scale. Robin then weighed Jason and measured his height. She then asked him to sit on the table and got his pulse from his wrist, and his blood pressure from his arm.
I looked at Robin. I've known her for a while. She was around forty with short hair, a firm body and full breasts. She was a bit overweight. My understanding was that she was in a same-sex relationship. She wasn't a nurse but she worked for Dr. Salter as an assistant to help with whatever was needed with the patients.
Robin didn't ask why we were there, since that wasn't her place to ask. She left the room and closed the door behind her.
Five minutes later, Dr. Salter walked in and closed the door again. Introductions were made professionally and warmly. Jason was essentially meeting his new doctor so trust was needed. Dr. Salter was studying him the whole time to figure him out.
Now I looked at Dr. Salter. She was in her mid-thirties, married, and had two young children. I found she got herself back into shape pretty well after her pregnancies since she was thin enough. She wore "sensible shoes" since she had to stand much of the day, and her lower legs were bare. Her arms were bare too since she wore a short-sleeved blouse under her short-sleeved white gown.
Now it starts. "So Jason, is there anything bothering you?" Dr. Salter asked.
Jason, still sitting, facing down, raised his eyes at her, then towards me. "Umm, I've been having trouble sleeping." Pause. Dr. Salter waited patiently, expecting a bit more. "Umm, I think, well, I've been feeling a little uncomfortable in, umm, like, umm, sort of between....my legs." His eyes stayed down.
"Jason, would you like your mother not to be here?" Dr. Salter offered.
"Umm, no that's ok" Jason replied.
It didn't look like I'd actually get a chance to be with Dr. Salter alone. So I chimed in. "Jason and I talked about it... he described to me where the, uhh, discomfort is. So I thought it was best to bring him here."
Dr. Salter looked at me as I spoke, nodded at me, and then switched her attention back to Jason. "Yes, ok, when you say uncomfortable, are you feeling any pain?"
"No, not really pain. Just a sort of, I don't know. Just uncomfortable."
For Dr. Salter, this kind of vagueness by patients is part of the territory of course, and she had to go through the verbal process. "Can you tell me exactly where is this uncomfortable feeling?"
"Like, umm, uhh, sort of behind my, like, under my balls." His voice was almost a whisper as he ended.
Dr. Salter's expression stayed flat and she slowly nodded once. "When does this happen? All the time, or under some situations?"
"Like, umm, most of the time. Yeah so when I want to sleep. But most of the time."
"How about now?"
"Yeah now too."
She continued, "Have you been urinating normally?"
Jason looked up, "Urinating?"
I chimed in again, "Your peeing, honey." I was standing back to give them space so Jason doesn't feel like two women were over him.
"I think it's kinda normal. Sometimes it's slower."
Dr. Salter again nodded. "Okay, please lie down on your back."
Jason seemed a bit nervous but Dr. Salter's manner was calming enough that he pivoted himself on the table, swung his feet to the end, and lay back with his head down. He kept his legs together, and moved his hands over his stomach, then to his sides, then back to his stomach again.
Dr. Salter walked to one side of the table, to Jason's left, while I stood to his right side.
She leaned down to his face and spoke gently, "Now Jason, it's normal to feel a bit nervous but really there's no reason for that. You don't need to feel shy or anything like that. I'm your doctor, okay?"
"Okay" he responded weakly.
She took both his hands and gently but firmly moved them to rest flat on the table with palms up near his ears, and said "Now I want you to keep your hands up here the whole time." Looking at him right in the eyes with an authoritative expression, she asked "okay?"
"Okay" he said weakly.
Now I have to mention here this felt captivating to me too. There was a kind of submissiveness in that whole setup, even though it was done on my son.
Dr. Salter turned to me and said, "please open his pants and bring them down to his knees."
I looked at Jason's belt line and asked, "so just his pants?" And just as I said that, I felt embarrassed. I looked at Jason's face and his eyes widened.
"Yes, just his pants," Dr. Salter said. He looked relieved.
She stepped back and walked around behind me, and out of my attention. My focus was now on Jason's jeans. I stepped forward to the table and undid his belt buckle. Then the jeans button, and then brought the zipper down. I was pretty nervous, and tried very intently to pull up the material away from him so my hands aren't putting any pressure downwards. With the jeans open, I then grasped the sides of the jeans and pulled down. But I lost my grip since the jeans were still held by the weight of his butt.
"Honey, please raise yourself a bit," I said.
Jason's eyes were looking straight up, not towards what I was doing. He raised his butt and I grasped the sides again and pulled down. It took a couple of pulls until the top of the jeans moved down his hips uncovering his black briefs and to his thighs. I tugged them down until they reached just above his knees.
And there he was, lying on his back with his hands held out of the way, the skin of his thighs exposed, and his black briefs out in the open. I haven't seen him in his underwear in many years.
I stepped back and looked at his groin. He was flaccid. Dr. Salter had walked around back to his left side. When I noticed she did, I saw she also was looking at his groin. I could not imagine how Jason would undoubtedly be feeling at this point when two older adult women were staring at his loins, with his protective jeans down to his knees, and only the thin cotton cloth is covering his genitals.
To me, this too felt submissive. I really was conflicted. I felt such sympathy for what he would be feeling at this, and yet... I can't deny, there was a certain eroticism about it all. The good doctor, with such authority over the patient, and me, with my maternal sense, ordered to uncover the teenager.
Dr. Salter now looked Jason in the eyes and said "now remember Jason, to make sure your hands stay where they are." And Jason nervously nodded, not sure what's coming.
Dr. Salter put fingers at the bottom of his t-shirt and moved it up exposing his navel, leaving his briefs looking more alone.
Then she hooked her fingers on the top of the sides of those briefs, and Jason took a deep breath. I did too.
The top of the briefs came down, and those short seconds felt like a long time to me, because first I saw the top of his pubic hair, and then the base of his penis, and then the length of the shaft, and then the head itself. Dr. Salter seemed to pause for a second, as if she too was observing what she uncovered, and then continued pulling the briefs down, this time with more force so the back of the briefs slid down from the weight of his butt muscles. She brought them down to join the top of his jeans, and there too was his scrotum covered with black pubic hair. Because the briefs moved downwards, his flaccid penis rested on his scrotum. It all looked very natural actually.
I caught my breath, staring at this, and did everything I could to not show my incredulity. I even managed to say, "that's good, Jason, be brave." I stared at his penis and took in its shape and size. I actually felt a certain pride, that my son had a good size penis. Can you believe that came to my mind? His penis was circumcised. It was something his father had wanted when Jason was an infant because he found a man's organ looked better that way, and I guess I was too young and inexperienced at the time to have an opinion about that, but I'm glad he made that decision because I think it does look better.
There seemed to be a moment there when, for Dr. Salter and I both, all we stared at was his genitals. It was like us two and "they" were alone in the room, that my son was not there. It seemed like there was no patient, just these male organs in front of us.
Dr. Salter was expressionless the whole time, and said, "from what you described, it sounds like you may have an imbalance with your perineum and your prostate. I'll start by examining you there." I had no idea what those boy parts were, and assumed neither did Jason. I mean, if he did learn about them in sex ed classes, they're not exactly words that come up in normal use.
Dr. Salter looked up at me, and said, "since you're here, you can help. Please hold the penis up and out of the way for me." Wait, what did she just say? Jason also snapped a look at her with wide eyes. And then put his head down in resignation.
I stepped forward again, and, staring at his penis, moved my right hand over it. But it sort of hovered over it, as I wasn't sure about this action.
"It's okay, go right ahead. Just hold it in the middle and lift it up," she said.
Well, here goes nothing, I thought, and did just what she said. Now understand that I have experience with men's organs. I really enjoy them. I like looking at them, holding them, playing with them, tantalizing them, and doing full oral on them. But this was difficult.
His cock (I'll say this now) was still flaccid, but definitely had shape and presence. With my fingers wrapped around it, and my palm on one side of it, I felt I had my son's manhood in my hand. This feeling, this growing excitement in me, actually made me tingle. I couldn't have been conscious of it at the time, but I'm pretty sure my nipples hardened and I was warmer.
Dr. Salter then used one bare hand to lift up his scrotum and then both hands' fingers to examine the testicles. She did so intently like she was feeling for something, or feeling the warmth. I wasn't sure. Then with one hand still holding his scrotum, she moved the other hand between the thighs and felt under the scrotum. That hand went deeper and stayed there quietly.
As she was doing this, the inevitable transformation happened in my hand. Jason's cock began to swell. I guess the initial feeling of intimidation from being exposed in front of two dominant older women gave way to the physical stimulation that our hands were doing to him. In my hand was Jason's full glory erection.
Dr. Salter acted like she didn't notice, though how can she not have. I tried to act like this was all fine and normal, and said "it's okay honey." In truth, I didn't need to hold it up any more since it would stay out of Dr. Salter's way on its own. But I still held it. I held it because Dr. Salter asked me to. No, I held it because I liked to hold it.
Dr. Salter pulled her hand from between his thighs and let go of the scrotum. She then walked to the sink and washed her hands. Jason and I watched her waiting for her to say something, but instead, she picked up the papers and wrote down her notes.
Putting them down she looked at me and said, "Jason has an imbalance. His prostate is too tight and his testicles are warmer than they should be. This is squeezing his urethra and affecting the normal cycle of his testes." She looked at my hand still holding his cock. "Oh you can let go of it now." Slightly embarrassed, I released it, and felt slightly disappointed.
She explained his condition to me, I guess as the responsible adult, and as if there was more coming, like there was some authorization request coming. So I said, "is that serious? What does all that mean for him?"
Dr. Salter walked over to Jason's left side again and, looking down at his groin, said, "it can be serious. The pressure can build up between the testicles and the prostate, and if left untreated, can eventually become malignant. If that happens, surgery would be needed."
Now Jason piped in. "What kind of surgery?"
Dr. Salter looked at him and said, "removal. But that's a worse case if nothing is done."
Jason gulped and turned white. I kept staring at his groin, and asked, "when you say removal, what do you mean?"
Dr. Salter looked at me and pursed her lips, with a bit of a frown. I quickly understood that to mean it could be pretty bad, and maybe too much has been already said in front of the young man.
But I now can ask about the lifeline she offered. "So what is the treatment?"
Dr. Salter reached down to the briefs and pulled them back up. She couldn't quite get them over his buttocks this time, but did manage to cover his erection, which was starting to recede. "We can do it immediately and right here. It means draining the prostate completely, and doing that another time. It will take a few sessions until the pressure is fully relieved."
So I asked, "when you say drain, is that with a needle or something?" Jason became agitated at this question.
"No no, it would be draining from the penis," she explained. "There will be no pain, but will be uncomfortable while I do it."
I looked at Jason and said, "Jason, what do you think? It sounds to me like we should do this immediately."
Jason looked at me and said, "yes, okay. Yes, definitely." He was certain.
Dr. Salter turned back to me and said, "right, well, we can arrange that. Just stay in this room. I'll speak with Robin and she'll come in and prepare you. It shouldn't take too long. We've done this before." And with that, she smiled reassuringly, nodded, and left the room, closing the door again.
I came closer to Jason. His hands were still in place. I put one of my own hands on his cheek (the hand that moments ago held his cock), and the other hand on one of his hands. I looked warmly in his eyes and said, " honey, it'll be alright. I'm so glad we came. I can't imagine if we had not done anything."
Jason's head was spinning. The doctor was mentioning something about removing his... No, he shook his head, don't think about any of that. He looked at me and asked, "Mom, what do you think Robin will do to prepare me?"
I thought about Robin and her manner. "I really don't know honey. But I've been with Dr. Salter and Robin for a long time and Robin's been great with me."
We sat there quietly and waited, and then the door opened and Robin came in. We both looked at her and nervously smiled. She smiled back and said, "yes, so I'll be preparing you before Dr. Salter comes in for the procedure."
She went to the sink and began washing her hands. Like Dr. Salter, she apparently was staying bare-handed instead of wearing latex gloves.
I asked her, "what will you do to prepare him?"
Without turning her head to me, she said, "I'll start by shaving and washing the whole area. Pubic hair gets in the way and the area needs to be very clean." She reached into a cabinet and pulled out a new shaving razor, small scissors, small bowl, a tube of shaving lubricant, and a white towel. The razor was a pink Gillette, the kind marketed towards female consumers. I guess they had this if they had to shave female patients' areas for certain treatments. This was actually the razor product I personally used. I also looked at the scissors. They had blades of about two inches long and pointy.
Now as an aside, I personally like myself to be hairless. I know many say it isn't necessary, that it's a social construct and peer pressure for women to shave their pubes, but I prefer it. I like how it looks on me, and on other women. Of course, I also remove all other bodily hair. And I've assumed that when I date men, they prefer their woman to be hairless. But for men to shave their pubic hair, I'm not into that. First of all, most men have chest hair, and leg hair, and they usually have enough of it that if they were to remove their pubic hair, it would look really odd, so they'd have to remove all that bodily hair too. And then somehow to me, they'd look just a little less manly. To me, a man has body hair. My man would be my caveman. And besides, when it comes to me going down on him, his pubic hair doesn't get in my way to his manhood.
I don't know how much Jason has thought about all this. He probably prefers a girl to be hairless since after all that's all people see in online nudes nowadays. I just saw with my own eyes that he has full pubic hair (like I said, I like that in a man), and now I am finding out Robin will remove all that manly hair. I looked at his face and he looked uncomfortable. Fortunately, since he was lying down, he didn't see the scissors. But he must have understood that Robin will be uncovering him.
Robin filled the bowl with hot water from the tap, and then left all the items on the counter under the cabinet and walked over to his left side. Looking down at his face, she said "you'll be keeping your hands where they are, right?" It was the kind of firm authoritarian tone that the young man could react to in one way. He weakly nodded.
She then went over to the end of the table and removed his white sports socks and threw them to where his running shoes were. Then she gripped the top of his jeans by his knees and pulled them down to his feet, held the crumpled legs of the jeans and pulled the whole garment off, and threw them on the chair in the corner. Now Jason lay wearing just his briefs, which only came up over his front and not his butt, and his t-shirt, which was lifted up above his navel. His legs were still together.
She went to his side again and looked down at his face with a confident expression. Then she turned her focus on his groin. She hooked her thumbs on the sides of his briefs and calmly pulled them halfway down his thighs, and there was that moment again when we both stared at his cock. It was semi-flaccid again, maybe because of his fear. Her expression was interesting. It wasn't blank or stoic like before but with a slight smile, a confident smile. Then she pulled the briefs down his legs and right off, and threw them on the chair.
She looked at me and said, "you'll be helping me with this. I'll need you to hold up his legs." She lifted both legs by the ankles right up. "Hold the legs by the ankles." I came close and held both ankles, with his feet together. She also held them to guide where she wanted them to go, and raised them up past his waist, with his knees starting to bend.
"Now go over to the end of the table behind his head," she instructed and gestured with her head.
Still holding his ankles, I moved to stand behind his head, and had to lean forward to reach them. I was right over him. She then spread his legs apart and positioned the ankles so that they were about three feet apart, past his waist, and his knees bent. "Make sure to keep them right here," she instructed. It was a bit of an effort to reach out so much but I managed it. "Make sure to hold them firmly. Do not let them go no matter what." I thought about the scissors and the razor and understood why she would say that.
I looked at his groin. He was totally exposed to her. I looked at his face under me and he looked back at me like he wanted mercy. I said to him, "it's okay Jason. Mommy is here. You'll be fine." At that moment, I wanted to mother him. I wanted to nurse him with my breasts like when he was an infant. My breasts were over him behind my blouse and bra. And my nipples were hard.
Robin was now in control. She brought her shaving items from the counter and placed them on the table below his groin. She said, "Now don't move while I do this."
I watched as she picked up the scissors with her right hand, and held his cock with her left hand. She pulled it downwards slightly to tighten the skin on his pelvis and started trimming the hair there. We heard the sound of snipping. It was the first time he got the idea that scissors were involved.
Robin continued with the scissors down the sides of his cock base and scrotum. I watched intently, as she used her left hand to pull on his cock and scrotum to position them away from the scissors. Hair trimmings collected below on the table's paper. She continued under his scrotum and towards the crack of his ass. Then she put the scissors down and used both hands to brush away the loose trimmings still on him.
At this point, I noticed Jason's cock was growing again and pointing upwards. Robin looked at it and seemed to frown.
I also noticed what was unconsciously happening to me. My nipples had hardened, and my own groin was feeling warm. My god, the whole thing was such a turn-on!
Robin squeezed the shaving lubricant's tube into her hand and spread the gel all over his groin except his cock. She was very deliberate and thorough making sure the gel was worked in, all over the skin that she intended to shave, including his crack.
Then she picked up the razor, removed the safety cover from the blade and started shaving. She again held his cock with her left hand and smoothly shaved his pelvic area. Every now and then, she dipped the razor in the hot water, tapping it on the bowl's edge.
This took a while as she worked slowly and carefully. Jason every now and then tried to look down, and then put his head back, again, in resignation. I watched the whole thing enraptured.
After Robin finished shaving his crack, she seemed to be finished. She dipped the towel in the warm water and wiped all the skin she shaved to remove any loose gel or shavings. Then she inspected her work, and used the razor to remove any tiny remaining stubble. Then she took the items back to the counter and wetted the towel with hot water from the tap. Then she came back to clean him up.
As she did this, his groin was a sight. No hair, all the boy parts out in the open, and right on top, that cock, hard and full, resting on his pelvis.
Robin threw the towel into a hamper and returned to Jason. She took hold of his cock and inspected it. I couldn't imagine why. She then rubbed the head while gripping the shaft. It seems she was trying to bring it to full size because then she took out a tailor's tape measure from her pocket and measured its length. Then she measured its circumference in two places. She let it plop down and went to her form and filled in the numbers. I thought, did this medical practice keep track of their male patients' size? Did Dr. Salter and Robin ever measure my vagina when they had me in the stirrups?
She came over to hold his ankles and said, "you can let go now." And she brought his legs back down on the table. I was relieved because it was an effort for me to be in that position.
She then announced, "Jason, you're now ready for the procedure. I'll let Dr. Salter know." And with that, she left the room. I was left with Jason, and, it felt, his erection.
I looked at it. And then I noticed he noticed I was looking at it. That obviously made me feel pretty guilty so I tried to be the hero and said, "let's see if there's a towel here to cover it up. I mean to cover you up." Damnit. I went to the cabinet and found a pile of folded towels, took one, and covered his groin with it. He looked more at ease now. And then we waited, not sure for what.
After about fifteen minutes, Dr. Salter opened the door and came in followed by Robin. Robin was carrying a tray with a few things but I couldn't focus on it because Dr. Salter had my attention.
"Okay," she started, "Robin said you're all prepped for the procedure. Let's take a look, shall we?" And she came over to Jason's left side. "Jason, please put your hands back to where they're supposed to be." Jason put his hands back up and out of the way.
She turned her focus to his groin and lifted the towel off to reveal him. All three older women now stared at his genitals. His cock was semi-flaccid. I looked at his face and he looked very self-conscious of his vulnerability.
Dr. Salter lifted his cock with one hand and examined his scrotum and below it very carefully. Then while still looking down said, "Nice work Robin." Robin replied, "thank you, doctor."
Then to Jason, she said, "Jason, please slide down towards this end of the table." Jason wiggled down so his knees were bent down at the edge of the table. Dr. Salter took the tray from Robin and placed it on the counter. The tray had a paper sheet over its contents.
She said, "Robin, please help Jason and his mother with his legs again." She seemed to wait for Robin to take our attention before she uncovered the tray.
Robin went to the other end of the table that now had space between the end and Jason's head, and said to me, "please come up here and kneel on the table." I used my hands to climb to the table and kneel facing his head. I was wearing a skirt and had bare legs since it was a warm summer day. The table was comfortably padded. I had my knees somewhat together. Robin, standing next to me and scrutinizing my position, said "yes good, but move your knees more apart so you'll be more stable." I spread my knees apart, almost as apart as Jason's hands but still not next to his head. He looked up at me apprehensively. The front of my skirt draped over my thighs and my feet were hanging over the edge of the table.
Satisfied, Robin moved over to the other end of the table. She again held his ankles and lifted them up, lifting his legs together over his waist and towards me. "Hold his ankles like before," she instructed. I reached over Jason, and grabbed his ankles. She adjusted the position again, so his knees were bent, his legs well apart, and his feet now as far over as his chest. "Hold him here very firmly. Make sure you don't let go."
This put Jason's butt higher than before and exposed his anus at the other end of the table. I looked down at his groin and his cock was still semi-flaccid. I turned to look at Dr. Salter and she placed the tray on her end of the table. The tray was now uncovered and it had an injection needle, gel tube, and specimen jar with the lid removed.
Dr. Salter began, "right, so we're going to do a procedure now that will help Jason's condition. It is very important that Jason's hands stay down and his legs stay up." She looked at me. "Is that clear?" I tightened my hold on his ankles, and said "I have them." Dr. Salter nodded.
Now all three women turned their full attention to his groin. Dr. Salter held his scrotum firmly with one hand and Robin held his cock. Dr. Salter picked up the injection needle with her other hand and placed the needle tip on one of his testicles. My heart skipped a beat. This is going to hurt and he's going to react. Robin began to stroke his cock, I think, to create a stimulative distraction.
Looking down, I said, "take a deep breath Jason. You're with mommy." He had no idea what was coming to him because he couldn't see below.
The sharp needle entered his scrotum and penetrated one of his testicles. They held his organs firmly but he moaned immediately and his legs suddenly tried to kick down. I held them firmly. But his hands also suddenly moved down protectively.
Robin reacted "keep your hands up right now!" She looked at him harshly. "Put them back in place and make sure they don't move again." She looked at me like I was responsible for this infraction.
I was squirming too at all this, and spoke softly to Jason, "honey, I know this is really hard. But you must keep your hands in place no matter what." He placed his hands back up. But his face was pained. He was breathing hard and fast. I looked at what was happening below and the needle was inside while Dr. Salter was injecting a tiny syringe's content.
She then pulled out the needle and moved to point the needle on the other testicle. Robin was looking at Jason's hands. The scrotum held firm, the cock stroked. I held my breath. The needle penetrated and again, Jason's legs kicked forward and I held them firmly, but his hands reacted by moving down.
Robin again snapped at him, "Hands back up!"
Dr. Salter completed the injection and pulled the needle out. Then she looked up and said, "Robin, Jason is having a difficult time with his hands. Before we can continue, can you please reposition his mother so that his hands cannot move again?"
I wasn't sure what this would entail but Robin seemed to be clear on what was needed. She let go of his cock and moved to my end of the table. She looked at my position and said, "I'll need to remove your shoes for this first." I was wearing open shoes with buckled straps. She unbuckled each in turn and removed them from my feet. Then she positioned Jason's hands to be further above his head and closer towards me. Then she held one of my thighs and said "I need you to move forward so that your legs are holding his arms down." I inched myself forward until my shins were now resting on his forearms, with my partial weight holding down his arms.
But in positioning myself like this, with my knees on both sides of his jaw, my skirt was now covering his face completely. And, horrors, my undies were right above his face.
"I can't see anything," Jason complained from under my skirt. Well, I could say he was seeing a little too much.
Robin lifted the front of my skirt, revealing his face and my panties, and said, "that's okay, it won't be for long." And then dropped back the skirt.
I said to Robin, "this is kind of awkward. I'm right over his face." I said this with an expression of a plea for modesty, but Dr. Salter replied, "I'm sorry but this will have to do for now so his hands don't move. You know how important this procedure is for him." To this, I remembered again why we're doing this. It's to basically save him as a man. So I nodded, "yes okay."
Robin moved back to the other end again and took hold of Jason's cock. Dr. Salter took the gel lubricant and spread it liberally under his scrotum, and it, appeared, around his anus. Robin took the specimen jar and placed it on Jason's abdomen, and then held and stroked his cock. It was at full erection again.
I was getting physically uncomfortable. Jason's breathing was getting heavy and enclosed under my skirt. This made me feel warmer below than I was already feeling. But I was starting to also feel some pain. The panties I was wearing had one of the thigh elastics cutting into my vulva. It had to do with the position I was in, and I was grimacing from this. But it looked like Dr. Salter and Robin still had a way to go and I wasn't going to get any relief from this pain any time soon.
I had to speak up. "Umm, wait, I need to stop. I'm really in pain right now. I can't stay like this."
Dr. Salter and Robin stopped what they were doing and looked at me. Dr. Salter asked, "what's the problem? Where are you feeling pain?" She looked puzzled.
"Umm, well, it's just that, umm, my panties are sort of, they're cutting into me below."
They both look puzzled by this. Dr. Salter said, "your panties are cutting into you? Robin, can you please check this?"
Robin left her station at groin central and reached over to lift the front of my skirt. Jason's face showed itself, and she smiled at him a kind of hello. She raised the skirt some more to look more closely at the front of my panties. "It looks like the elastic of the panties are pressing into her in a bad place." Jason, taking all these bewildering words in, looked towards my panties to see what their attention was on too. So now the tables have turned. The three of them are focused on my groin.
Dr. Salter said, "Robin, can you release them somehow?"
Robin then let the skirt drop down and decisively walked to the counter. She took out the scissors she had used earlier from the drawer and came back to me. She lifted the skirt and carefully reached in with the scissors at the side of my hip and cut the side of the panties right through. The panties snapped open on one side. Then she went around me and did the same to the other side of the panties. The front of the panties now fell down on Jason's face. I exhaled a relief as the pain stopped. Robin then took the remnants of the panties and pulled it out from under me. With the skirt still lifted, all three of them now had a view of my vagina.
My vagina. Only this morning did I shave it, because it was starting to get stubbly. I was about as thorough with my shaving as Robin was on Jason earlier. It was as smooth all round as a baby behind, as they say. It was soft and pink and all girlie, and there it was for all of them to see. Now for Dr. Salter and Robin, they had already seen it many times over the years. But for Jason, this might be his first in-person real vagina. I can say first in-your-face vagina, but that would be so literally speaking at this very moment that you might tell me to not get cute with this story-telling. But indeed, my vagina was right in his face. And his eyes must've been wide.
Robin was satisfied, and said "I think this should take care of it," and dropped the skirt down again. So now, with my entire bare nether region inches on top of my son's face, all discretely enclosed by the tent of my skirt, and my bare thighs almost cradling his head, the stage was set for the medical people to conduct a procedure on said-son's genitals. And what's more, my pussy was now feeling the warmth.
Robin stroked Jason's cock. Dr. Salter squeezed and massaged his balls. She also inserted first one finger, then two, into his anus and rubbed him deep from within. Jason started moaning. I heard him from below, but I also felt his breathing pick up, increasing the heat directed right at my pussy.
Robin was squeezing and working his cock, and a small trickle of liquid started coming out into the jar. They both stroked him slowly. This must be what Dr. Salter was referring to as "draining." By the trickle I observed, this may take a while.
Down below me, the heat and moisture were both going up. I was starting to feel wet and hot, and the skirt kept the warmth inside to be shared by Jason's face, and my pussy. My thighs were weakening from all this and I was struggling to keep myself elevated above his face. Suddenly I felt his nose graze my pussy and it made me jump. Then I felt that graze again. As I descended ever so slightly, it made the heat from his breathing even higher. And as Robin's handjob (what else is it?) got more intense and Dr. Salter's testicular stimulation and innard massaging worked their way, Jason was in an intense frenzy. The jar was getting more fluid from his cock.
Now I was down on his face. My pussy was sitting on his face, and his moving nose was right in the lips of my vagina, and his mouth was not only doing all the breathing but also his lips were pinching my clitoris. My own reaction was showing. I was moaning and my face was intensely expressive. Dr. Salter and Robin looked up at me and understood what was going on. Robin smirked. Even Dr. Salter half-smiled.
Jason's cock now shot out his ejaculate, creaming into the jar. It was an impressive sight to behold. At the same time, I was orgasming on top of Jason's face. They kept draining him and filling the jar with his flow, and they didn't let up. Jason, still in a frenzy below me, his legs shaking violently from the intensity and barely held up by my tight grip, was reacting with what kept my own orgasm going. I was practically grinding into his face. The sound in the room from my moaning and his moaning must have been memorable for these two medical women. I wonder what anyone outside that room thought ("I'll have what she's having!").
And eventually they slowed down as his flow subsided into a trickle again. The jar was full. Dr. Salter and Robin stopped their stimulations, and Dr. Salter now just held his balls while Robin just held his cock to sooth him. He was calming down, his legs began to relax and his breathing gradually eased. I felt this below as his lips stopped clutching on my clitoris. But I still didn't have the strength to raise my vulva away from his nose so the breathing from his mouth kept my clitoris heated.
Dr. Salter wiped the gel on him, and Robin let go of his softening cock and took the jar to the counter for sealing and labeling. Then Dr. Salter came around to me and lifted the front of the skirt. Jason's face was all wet, from a combination of sweat inside the tent and my own secretions. I managed to raise my vagina away from his face as the strength in my legs returned. "I'll take his ankles now," she said as she held them and eased his legs down the table. I then realized how tired my arms had become.
Both Dr. Salter and Robin helped me off the table and Robin steadied me as I stood unsteadily. "Are you alright?" Dr. Salter asked.
"Yes, I think so. That was more than I expected to happen."
"I should think so." And then she turned to Jason and asked, "how are you feeling Jason?"
Jason seemed to be in a daze. "I'm not sure. Ummm, that was, uhhh, like, I don't know."
Dr. Salter went back to his groin area. His legs were apart and down with his knees bent over the edge of the table's end. She felt his scrotum with one hand and the area between his legs under the scrotum with the other hand. I watched as she seemed to be assessing the change by feel. Jason's cock was now mostly flaccid.
Dr. Salter then pulled her hands away and turned to him. "They felt much better. I didn't feel the imbalance like before. I got a lot of fluid out of you and that should help with the pressure on your testicles." She smiled when she said this. And then she came back to me and asked, "how are you feeling down there below?"
I flushed a bit and tried to regain my composure. "That's great news about Jason. Thank you so much." And then added, "that was very intense. I think I also had my own pressure released." And smiled.
Dr. Salter then said, "you'll need to come back again in a month for another treatment. I expect this will take about four or five treatments in all. I would suggest you shave him at home before coming here to save time. That way we can get right with the treatment on him."
I thought about this. He was eighteen after all. So I asked him. "Jason, did you hear what Dr. Salter said? Do you think you can shave yourself next time or would you like me to do it? It will need to be as thorough and smooth as what Robin did."
Jason was now raising himself on his elbows. "I think so, yes."
I said, "ok so for next time, you'll try to shave yourself but I think I should check after to make sure you have it all properly since it'll be your first time, alright?"
"Okay, sure."
Dr. Salter smiled and said, "great so we'll see you then. Goodbye Jason. You really did great today." And with that she left the room and Robin, carrying the specimen jar. I wondered what they were doing with that.
So I stood there barefoot with no panties under my skirt. And Jason still lay there naked from the waist down. I gathered my shoes and the shorn panties, and walked to his side.
"You did really well, honey. That was a very difficult experience and you were brave. I'm glad the treatment is working for you."
"Mom, I'm really sorry that I had to have my face on you like that. That was really weird. Was that, like, incest?"
Strange question. I needed to think quickly on this one. "No, honey, it sort of was a sexual activity but we weren't actually having sex. It was just circumstances and for a medical treatment."
"Was it painful for you to have my mouth there like that? I know some guys go down on their girlfriends, but I wasn't, like I didn't know what I was doing or anything."
This is getting awkward. "It wasn't painful. And I think we should leave it behind us now, okay?"
"Okay mom."
I tried to look casual as I glanced around the room, really to look at his groin again. It was semi-flaccid. I held it not too long ago. And he ate me good.