Mommy and you're dressed.

Help me, please.
At fourteen, I was the most popular guy in my class... chatty, fun-loving, nice.
There was an abandoned field behind my building with a shack, and every day at about four o'clock in the afternoon we would gather for "session", everybody wearing flip-flops. The first test was to see who could have fun faster; I almost always won. Then you looked through dirty magazines until everyone wanted to go out on their second punch. It was the most important test that I never missed: Who can shoot farther than me?
One fine day, in the middle of our "session", a guy with a machete came up and asked what we were doing on his land. I never thought it would be possible to pick up my pants and run out so fast. In an instant everyone was jumping over the walls throwing bananas at each other's faces.
I was the only one who didn't give you a banana.
When it was time to jump off the wall, I fell down badly and supported myself with both hands so that my face wouldn't hit the floor. At this moment, I felt a slight pain in my wrists; I didn't pay any attention. An hour later, I was crying from pain.
My mother took me to the orthopedist. Diagnosis: sprained wrists; treatment: Baralgin, anti-inflammatory and immobilization for fifteen days!
Gypsum, marble, plaster! From the fingers down to before the elbow, all immobilized. You could only bend your arm. To help me do some things, the orthopedist's troglodyte made a kind of metal hook embedded in gypsum on each hand tip. This allowed me to pull anything that had a handle or any type of grip. As I would later find out, this hook was more useful than it seemed. It was just a matter of practice...
On the way home, I started touching myself: how am I going to change my clothes and brush my teeth? And when it's time to poop, how will I clean up? And... worst of all: a hand job!
Mommy put dinner in my mouth, brushed my teeth. Then I said that I wanted to pee. She was going to call my father but changed her mind. She took down my shorts and grabbed the turkey. At the same time as I pissed, the stick hardened. She looked at me very seriously and told me to sit on the pot. When I finished she said:
- Now stand up and see if you can lift your shorts with the hooks.
It wasn't easy, but I did it.
See, now it's just a matter of practice.
- What about at night, Mother?
- Look, in this heat you can sleep naked.
- It's the...
I woke up in the middle of the night, and my dick was hurting so badly.
I got up and went to the bathroom, sat in a bowl of water, pulled out some toilet paper, pushed it over my head on this stick that was pointing at the ceiling. "Let's see if mind power works".
Then I remembered the time when I wanted to pee and Mommy tried to help me. "Get it out of your head, no shame, she's your mother". But that didn't work. It wasn't working.
I slept like an angel until ten o'clock... got out of bed, hooked up my shorts and found Mom in the kitchen.
- Hi son, how are you feeling? Has the pain passed? Did you sleep well?
It's all right, Mom. lt doesn't hurt anymore it's just frustration at not being able to pick things up I am crazy about brushing my teeth...
- Come on, I'll brush for you.
- and take a shower...
Silence. She looked at me, I took my eyes off her... but what can I do?
Mom, you open the shower and I'll go inside to get wet.
- And how will you soap yourself?
- I think it's gonna have to be without soap...
- And tomorrow you'll be stinking more than a stray dog.
I started thinking about a lot of bad stuff, and then she brushed my teeth, pulled down my shorts and took off her dress.
I kept looking at her. For the first time in my life, I saw her as a woman. Almost of my height, beautiful face without appearing to be forty years old, dark hair very short. So many times I've seen her wearing bikinis on the beach and had never noticed her body! The first impression from anyone who sees her is that she was thin. But not really! She was slender but fleshy; no girdle like a girl, but her body was well made, full thighs. Her breasts were slightly small for her height. "Are they tough?" thought I. Too bad her panties weren't thong or transparent. You couldn't see much, but I started to feel weird.
- Come on, stretch your arms above your head so you don't wet the plaster. I think it is better to use the shower room, its less dangerous. Close your eyes, let me shampoo your head... that, I will rinse ... now neck ... breast ... belly ... mmm .. boy how have you grown! Why are you like this?
And I couldn't take it any longer. It just gave me time to turn around so as not to hit her. The wall of the booth got a milk round about the size of a watermelon. She looked at me in amazement.
I didn't mean anything by it.
It's all right, I understand it is the age son.
And he soaped the turkey again.
You can soap your legs now.
- What's the matter, you big again?
- Oh, yeah.
- Ah, how many times a week?
And it's not by the week, but by the day.
Three a day, so you don't get fat... and how will it be now?
- As long as I'm in the cast, Mom... you just take it and do nothing else.
If your father finds out, he'll kill me.
I'm not going to tell you in front of the mirror.
She grabbed it. For a while she just held on and I did my best not to make fun of her. It was so good...She wasn't silly, filled her hand with the foam from the bar soap and again took hold of the stick only this time upside down. Every now and then the thumb would party in the hole for peeing. Not long after that, I made fun of myself once more. Only this time there was no turning back. She kept punching me, waiting until I had finished making fun. With her other hand, she trimmed all the sperm I spilled out.
Without letting go of my stick, she stared at the hand that couldn't hold all this milk... running down her fingers.
Well, for today it's enough until the cast is removed you will be satisfied with one or two a day at most.
- As you wish, Mother.
- Better than your girlfriends?
- Of course, I've never tasted anything so good.
The rest of the day was torture, just you and me at home eating lunch watching TV wandering around looking for something to do.
My dad came home from work and my mom went to take care of him, so I ran into the bathroom, sat on the toilet bowl and concentrated on her half-naked in the stall making hand jobs at me.
- What ?
In the middle of the night, I woke up dreaming about her. My limb was going to explode and it hurt so much that I went into the bathroom, sat on a potty chair and closed my eyes in order to concentrate more easily. It was very difficult, so I decided to take a chance and rub some plaster all over this turkey to see if it would help.
- Don't do that, you will hurt yourself!
I opened my eyes, and there she was standing in front of me with a very frightened look on her face.
- I woke up, saw the bathroom light on and went to turn it off. Thought someone had forgotten. Then I see you with your eyes closed moaning. What are you trying to do? Get hurt!
Do you think anyone can sleep in this state?
I was afraid to make fun of that very moment and ruin everything.
- How long has it been since you've called me Mommy... It's just mom here, mum there... I like when you call me Mama... All right, stand up and pretend to pee. Let me stay behind you.
She embraced me from behind, one hand on my chest and the other on my belly. I could feel her warm breasts crushing against my back. "God, I have to hold myself! I can't make fun of you now; she might even laugh at me".
Without feeling it, I squeezed my belly as if to force her hand down but she took care of that and put her hands on the furry parts outside the stick went into the bag made a caress.
And then she got to the point, and she grabbed my penis and started running her hand back and forth... with one of her hands flattening around my chest like a prop so that it would stay glued onto my body.
Close your eyes again, leave everything to mommy... that's it relax I think you got the point.
I didn't try, couldn't do it because I wasn't in control of my movements or my body.
Go back to bed, I'll clean it up.
I didn't answer, so I put my arms around her waist and glued my open mouth to hers.
You misunderstood me, go to bed and we'll talk tomorrow.
I didn't even have the courage to look at her. I went into my room, almost crying. "Idiot, you ruined everything! Who did you think you were? The hot one? Really stupid!"
- What ?
In the morning, I was rolling in bed awake and didn't dare to face my mother until she came into the room asking me if I wanted coffee.
We'll just brush our teeth and wash our faces, then after the coffee we can think about a bath.
Yeah, it was bad. She'd been really upset. What could I do?
Mom, I'm sorry about yesterday.
- All right, son. Let's put that behind us.
I have to confess something, promise you won't laugh at me?
Don't forget that I am your mother.
- What about a friend?
- She's a friend of mine.
Mom, I'm a terrible cheater and the only thing that I know about sex is reading dirty magazines and I have never had a girlfriend nobody has ever caught my turkey or kissed me on the mouth.
- But you wanted to kiss me on the mouth.
- With you it's different, I am not afraid of anything.
- I don't know where my head is, boy. Why did you go over that wall? If not for this and everything was normal come here let's see do it like yesterday... ok fine but its not just to suck you have to use the tongue put your tongue out i will show you stretch more outside all of her make a face for me
I did, she came over and started licking my tongue.
You see, we lick each other's tongues now I am going to put your hard little tongue in my mouth and suck it up like a turkey...
She had her arms around my neck. And she was squeezing me tight, and I thought it was time for me to do that. So I threw my tongue against hers until it came out of my mouth. Then I turned the tables. Now I'd be licking her tongue, cheeks, upper lip... Sucked all the saliva I could get from her.
- Darling, we're going too far... for whoever started it just now, you kiss very, very nice really ... do not need to be afraid, the first girl that you kiss will go crazy ...
We get in the box, she starts washing me and I'm moaning.
- Right now, son?
- Mom, today has to be three... you've made me so mad ...
- After you've had your fun, call me Mommy... before when she needs to be called Mama.
- I'm sorry, mommy dear... i love you Mommy don't get mad at me. give a kiss? not like that on the mouth just in there room ... mmmmmmmm .. good mother , I love you..
- Don't pass the signal, boy. You are all settled again... I will make you laugh in my hand, let's see if this calms you down a little bit. Disrespect me, come on ... so it does not work out ... that makes even yesterday, let me stay behind you ... come on, if you obey, I take off your bra ... that is just like ... ready, feel the breast on your back?
Before she grabbed my dick, I had fun again!
- It's... I think three will be enough ... look, boy, now it is me who am bitten ... let's see how far your hard-on goes, I'll make you enjoy until dry! Turn in front of me, suck my mouth the way I taught you ... so, my little taste ... mmmm ... you learn very quickly ... So keep sucking, I'm going to make you laugh in my hand, baby... how tasty, it's a pity that you are with this plaster ... but it is good, so you do not go out of the limit, we can not, you know ...
I didn't know what to say, and it was probably unnecessary because she could see that I had never been so happy in my life.
- What ?
I woke up in the middle of the night. She was sitting on my bedside, and she put her finger to her mouth signaling me not to say anything. After all, Dad was right next door... (Laughter) And as soon as I got up for our bathroom break, she wouldn't let go.
When she started working with her tongue on the head of the stick, I had to cover my mouth so as not to scream from pleasure... If I wasn't afraid of hurting her, I would hold her head by hook so that it stood still only with a stick in its mouth. The way she was doing, I wouldn't stop enjoying myself even just a little bit more. Oh mommy how good and tasty is this! It sucks very much, Mommy ... And I enjoyed myself. I threw everything into that delicious mouth which kept sucking until it felt like there was nothing left for me to give. She gave another kiss on my lips and without saying anything went back to her room.
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I woke up late again, didn't even bother to put on my shorts... went into the bathroom to pee and then she came in.
Hey, sweetheart, you slept through a lot, didn't ya?
She came up behind me. With her right hand, she started to brush my teeth; the left hand grabbed my member and waited until I'd finished urinating; then she threw it in the sink and squeezed me from behind while massaging both the base of the stick and the bag at the same time.
When she realized that I was on the edge, she turned around and sat down on the lid of the vase and swallowed my poop. Even though she knew it could hurt her, I didn't resist and put my hands clasped over her head pressing against me. She did not bother with this, quite the contrary, she passed her hands behind my thighs and squeezed as well. By the time I reached orgasm I felt that she shivered. Her movements with her head accelerated very much and she rubbed my buttocks furiously. I think she also made fun...
- Now let's go to the bath, my sweet turkey...
It's not right, I just want to make fun of you.
- You gonna know what it's like?
When I sucked your boobs, didn't I suck right?
I know it's not right, but you are so...
She made me lie on the bed and took off all my clothes. Nudie! It was the first time I'd ever seen a woman completely naked! Strange, she didn't have combs... Reminded her of Playboy pictures... Well, so what? Even better to see up close...
She came, lay down next to me and turned over on top of me and joined her mouth with mine. But I wasn't really in the mood for a lip kiss; I wanted so much more... So I licked some little things off her tongue and forced her to lie backwards.
What was needed most were my hands. How I wanted to embrace that woman! How I want to caress her, squeeze her! It was difficult even to move the body on it. It was a bit complicated going down with your face towards its belly but it paid off... at the moment when I passed my tongue over his navel she trembled and grabbed my head and started moaning louder.
- Oh, my darling, you're driving me crazy how well you suck... can not believe that I am your first wife ... aren't you lying to mommy? Do you want to kiss the little nugget, do you? Let me fix it, dear, is difficult for you to get there...
She climbed onto the bed and curled up her thighs so that my mouth fell straight into its desire-soaked syringe. I was a little lost, didn't know where to start in doubt, licking at this juice looking for "the pee hole".
- So, my dear let me help you. I'm going to open it well with the hand, see love? Look suck this little button right in front of you...
I was enjoying it, yes... but also with a hard dick that hurt so badly and didn't want to stop because he was too good for her.
- Mom, let me ride you. I want you to be my real wife...
She started refusing, but then she gave up.
Let me stay on top of you, turn your back to the bed and leave the rest with me.
I turned around, she came over and went down. In ecstasy, I watched my cock disappear into that wonderful cave. My head still had to think: "Fuck it, I didn't stick my tongue in this beautiful hole. Stay right next door". After that, the consciousness left me. I gave myself up completely, she jumped on top of me and I responded by raising her trunk as high as I could to bite at her breasts, her neck, whatever was within reach.
Her moans increased to the point where she would say "I'm enjoying, love, I am enjoying", and then she would groan again and increase her pace of riding until her face turned upside down.
Oh, baby now it's time to make fun of me and let loose all you have to give
I had a lot of fun, too much, didn't think it could be that wonder... did not think it was possible to have so many sperm inside that bag. It was worth ten fists per hundred! We were jumping and moaning and screaming until we lost strength. Then she came at me with her mouth open, stuck her tongue in my mouth so hard that I thought it would reach the throat.
We kissed for a long time, then she rested her face on mine and we stood in silence, motionless, listening to each other's breathing.
- I love you too, Mom.
- I love you, my son.
Mom got a lover, but my class lost its leader.