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I waited for the click. Even though Vegeta challenged the new villain in his harsh, raspy voice I was sure I would hear the click. I always did. This was what I had woken up early for. And not just that day, this had been the routine since the start of the vacations. She had liked that. She said I was becoming disciplined and responsible. Then she ruffled my hair. That tingled me.
The morning repeat of Dragon Ball Z had just commenced. The recap showed the miniscule progression the plot had made in the previous episode. Yesterday was just pander. But I had nothing better to watch. And the real show was not going to be on the TV.
Just then I heard the familiar click, the latching of the door. The tap began to run. I got up quickly, my sphincter tightening in excitement. I placed the remote in its customary position and tiptoed out of the room. She probably couldn’t hear my footsteps over the sound of water, but why take a chance.
I walked down the lobby, careful to not make a sound. I reached the wooden door in front of the main gate. Slowly, I tipped both handles together until nothing was visible from the outside. I tiptoed back to the verandah where a spare chair soaked the sunlight filtering through the iron jaal overhead. I lifted it carefully and turned towards the bathroom. From the sound of the water, I could tell that the bucket must be half filled.
I sneaked towards the bathroom door, keeping an eye on the floor for any spilled water. Any misstep could mess up today’s show. I can’t risk her becoming aware of my highlight of the day. Those few minutes played in my head the whole day. The hazy vision in the dim yellow light kept running on repeat in the back of my mind. I spent my days in a daze, nights in anticipation. The walk to the bathroom door seemed to be an arduous pilgrimage for those few seconds.
The whole house seemed to be watching me at that moment. The kitchen cheered me on. The stairs looked sideways in jealousy. They promised me horrors when I would have to get up to pee in the night. The exercise bike gave me two thumbs up. The sunlight filtering through the jaal was curious. The bedrooms patted me on the back, whispering future scenarios in my ears. A surreptitious smile crept across my lips without my knowledge.
At last I reached the door. I removed the bathroom mat at the doorstep and placed the chair in its stead gently. I climbed the chair carefully, the floor could be a treacherous backstabber. I placed my eye on the tiny hole and looked down. What I saw made me hard instantly. She had removed her kameez and was in the process of taking off her salwar. Her shoulders and the milky cleavage glowed in the light of the tiny yellow bulb in the bathroom. Her firm thighs clung to the leggings of her salwar.
They looked soft as a cake. Any touch but hers might mangle their sleek perfection. She hung the kameez along with rest of the clothes at the hooks at the wall. Oh what wouldn’t I give to be one of those hooks? I would shiver in anticipation all day, wondering what cloth she’d decide to hang on me tomorrow. I would quarrel with the rest of the hooks, who would all be either lusty bastards or pretentious saints. Some would pretend to desire her more than me, but they would know too that it wasn’t possible.
She stood for a moment, deciding whether to shower or use a bucket. Absentminded, her hands went to her back and I swear I heard the snap. Her bra came off and she hung it on a lucky hook. Her breasts bounced carelessly, the delectable nipples hardening on contact with the air. I took my penis out and held it. A part of me wanted to come then and there but the rational me stamped his foot down and forbade it. I wanted it to last as long as it could.
She paused for a moment and held her breasts up in her hand, examining something, probably their firmness. I started stroking my penis at a leisurely pace. There was a rectangular opening a couple of feet right to the top of the door. It served as a ventilator mostly but we used it if someone forgot their stuff outside like towel or soap. It was above the head of anyone bathing inside so you couldn’t peek easily. But I wanted then to climb into that, I could probably fit easily through the hole, and admire her in full. I shook off the thought, it wasn’t practical. I focused on her soft thighs as she pulled her salwar down. Her legs were shaven and looked softer than I imagined. I wanted to press every inch of her body with my lips to check if she was real.
She toyed with the seams of her panty and I was stroking my penis faster than before. She seemed to have decided to shower. What a sight that’ll be, I thought and tried to slow down a bit. Her hair hung on either side of her neck, resting on her boobs. She stuck her thumbs inside the panty and brought it down. When she rose back up, her shaved pussy was visible. I tried to pace myself but my hand began jerking faster.
She hung up the panty and turned on the shower. Oh, what a sight. Beads of water rolled down her body, the primary shower directed at her cleavage. The water fell at her boobs and bounced off and fell down the navel. Her nipples hardened a bit and she sighed. She picked up the bar of soap and began rubbing at her bosom. I took out the piece of paper from my pocket to avoid any cum emergency. I held it in my hands, I was some way yet from cumming.
She was rubbing the torso now, foam slid off her boobs and fell to the ground. She turned around and her glorious ass was visible. She was trying to reach her back it was futile. Her nimble hands were too small to wash her back, she should ask me for help. I wished I could record this somehow, but by now these images were becoming emblazoned in my memory. It had been two weeks since the summer vacations started and I’d had seen her bathe about ten times now. Her curves seemed even bigger when water and soap slid down them and shone in the light of the tiny bulb.
She was now rubbing the soap at her long legs. Oh how I would love to lighten her burden. I could massage those smooth legs all day long. I had often tried to touch her thighs when she went to sleep. I know it’s risky, but you have no idea how horny a teenager can be. I have tried to keep my penis in her hand when she slept. I have shown her my penis when her eyes were shut.
She washed her face with another soap. Her tits shone like a metal chrome body now. Her ass glistened and made my cock even harder. I imagined unloading on that giant ass. The chair wobbled a little, so I paced myself and focused on her lips, imagining them being kissed. I was close to cumming now and she was almost done. I unfolded the piece of paper and aimed my cock towards it. Her hands now rubbed her body clean in general manner and it turned me on even more. I imagined touching her all over like that, cleaning soap off her.
I was about to cum when I noticed something different. She was murmuring in a low voice and her right hand wandered onto her pussy. I slowed down, watching my wildest dreams come true. She inserted two fingers in the pussy and started rubbing the clit with her thumb. Her left hand roamed up to her nipples and began twisting them one by one.
I was in seventh heaven, I couldn’t contain myself anymore. I leaned against the door, breathing heavily, in tandem with her. She threw her head back and grinded her pussy against the hand. I tried to read her lips, but could not decipher what she was moaning about.
She opened her mouth and her face was now red with blood. She took her hand out of the pussy and sucked her middle finger as though it were a cock. I couldn’t take it anymore and grew unsteady. I tried to blow my load in the paper, but I stumbled and for a moment I was cumming midair. I lost sight of her and sensed that I was falling. I tried to grab something for support but nothing came by and I fell from the chair, spewing cum all over the door and the floor.
I winced with pain and cried out for her. My shorts were down to my ankle. I dreaded that the door would open. I heard the water being turned off and then there was the familiar sound of the bathroom door being opened. She stood in front of me horrified, wrapped in a towel, while my bare ass laid askew on the floor.
“Sorry.” I muttered.
***
Mom was confused. So was I. The doctor asked me to wait outside while she talked to mom. I felt dizzy and sat on a bench. The pain in my abdomen had subsided, but I still had to put one leg apart from the other. I studied the nameplate above the door, Dr. Anita Vyas, M.D Urology. Referred by a family friend.
A black dog was sleeping near the door. This house doubled as the doctor’s clinic at the ground floor and her apartment on the upper one. I had heard so much about her but seeing is very different to hearing. I was limping in pain when I stepped in her office. She requested privacy and asked mom to leave, making me lay on a bed. She kept asking me if I was comfortable but I was sweating just by being around her. I had seen photos of her, she was as pretty as the fellas would say, maybe more so than I’d reckoned. When she stepped towards me, a doctor’s coat draped over her thin, revealing saree, my eyes darted towards her bosom and grew more uncomfortable.
She sensed this, unzipping my pants in a flash, easing the underwear over my hips. My cock emerged, bruised yet still standing, nerves flaring up in pain all along its length. I groaned into the pillow, but she tried to keep me straight on bed. Grabbing my cock, she gently massaged it along the length, producing a vial from her coat pocket. I focused on her face, a small nose underlined by pouting lips and topped by big coal-black eyes.
There was a strange energy about her, she worked along my shaft, touching the mottled vein along the way, easing the pain out.
“Are you feeling better?” she asked.
“Yeah” I breathed, trying to stop the dull smile spreading across my face. Her hand was so soft that I felt that her skin might be ruined from touching me. She smiled back, “You’re a lucky guy. If your mom was late, you might have sustained a serious injury.”
I couldn’t talk much as the doctor was bringing me back to the climax. “Do you feel pain?” She kept asking me, I nodded for a while but then shut my eyes. She sensed that I was about to come and slowed down.
“We’ve to keep the blood pumping in the organ for as long as we can.” Her thumb played with the tip as she gripped the shaft firmly. I heard she was divorced, with no kids. I grew harder in her hand, bucking my hips to meet her.
“Don’t move.” She warned, “you’ve sustained internal injury. Just lie still, if you feel agitated I can call your mother.”
Fuck yes, I’d like that. I couldn’t stop from nodding convulsively till she eased the grip on my cock and left to find her. My penis tingled in anticipation, I felt I’d shoot if I saw her again now. I closed my eyes, the tubelight seemed too bright. I was worried someone might peer in and witness what had happened, but the doctor was in off hours currently.
She returned with mom and my cock saluted them. Dr Anita grabbed it in the air and showed it to mom. She peered in, slightly blushing as see saw the bruises on my cock.
“I still don’t understand how he fell while ejaculating.” Dr Anita smiled, seeing mom blush. A wave of pleasure surged through me as the doctor began stroking me again. Mom was staring at it with wide eyes.
“His organ seems to have sustained an internal injury,” the doctor explained, “we need to keep the blood pumping so that he can finish his ejaculation with causing any ruptures.”
“Mom” I groaned in pleasure and she looked away from my cock, the doctor motioned her to sit beside me. Mom stopped and advanced towards my side, I raised my head so that I could place it in her lap. She understood and slid beneath me, brushing my face against her pallu, giving me an opportunity to ogle at her flat tummy and the cute navel in between. She had carelessly thrown over a saree before bringing me here, her blouse was old and ill-fitting, I could see her cleavage clearly. Mom wore a puzzled expression.
“Does this happen often?” She asked the doctor who looked at her sideways, keeping the stroke steady.
“Injuries during orgasm are always risky.” Doctor began, “If proper care isn’t taken, it might lead to dysfunction and infertility.” Mom covered her face with her hands. She looked at me and ruffled my hair.
“Oh, you’re so much trouble, my dear.” She bent forward to kiss my forehead, her heaving bosom crushing into my hair. “Is this the only way?” She nodded to my cock, which the doctor was pumping and pressing her thumb on the tip to stop me from cumming early.
“This and medication. In case of sexual organs, it’s prudent to monitor and refresh them while recovering from an injury.” The doctor said. My mother gawped, but I was ready to cum. The doctor was reaching for a bowl with her free hand.
“How often?” Mom asked.
“Well, twice a day, with the medication.” The doctor said, holding up the vial, “Along with this oil, which keeps the organ healthy. The procedure is simple, keeping the blood circulating in the member while ensuring proper ejaculation.”
“And the medication?” I asked, they looked at me as if I was a petulant child. I could see mom’s nipples becoming erect under the pallu. I was bucking into the doctor’s hands while trying to smell mom’s tits.
“To be consumed with milk before the exercise.” Dr Vyas replied, “Once in the morning, once in the evening.”
“Can he keep It pumping tomorrow this long?” Mom asked, and I grew harder still, the pain flaring up in my member. I shut my eyes and groaned, burying my nose under mom’s blouse.
“I’m afraid not. A responsible adult has to carry out the task. Usually I don’t do this part.” I could hear the doctor, and I opened my eyes to stare at her. She was sweating, her nipples seemed hard as well. She was teasing me now, fondling my balls and keeping the tip shut. I reached my mouth and tried to bite mom’s nipple. She flinched and stared at me.
“I’m afraid his fixation with you has landed in this trouble.” Dr Vyas spoke softly, “You’ll have to carry out his exercises.” I bucked my hips violently in the doctor’s hands, she still wouldn’t let me cum.
“Let him breastfeed, it’ll calm him.” The doctor was the voice of reason. I had managed to pull down her pallu with my teeth, uncovering her cleavage and the sweat beads racing down her bosom. She instinctively understood and slipped her right boob under the blouse and shoved the nipple in my mouth.
I was in heaven, but I still wanted to remove her blouse so I could enjoy freely. The doctor saw my hand roaming around mom’s back and let the tip go. I had not been expecting this in the 10 seconds I had been feeding, but I instantly felt a thick rope fly out of my cock. Fortunately, Dr Vyas is a consummate professional and had the bowl ready at the right angle. The thick rope of my million possible children flew out and splattered across the metal bowl at unheard velocities. Some of it splattered and fell on Dr Vyas. She didn’t flinch, and held my cock towards the bowl.I came for what seemed an eternity and fell asleep sucking mom’s nipple.
***
When I came to, I was in the main bedroom, and the blinds were half open. The morning sun had caught my eye, and I noticed mom sleeping beside me. She wore a cream nighty which had rustled up along her thighs. Her left boob wasn’t tucked inside properly, I suspected that she breastfed me during the night.
I was naked, my cock was still hard under the sheets. I felt a strong urge to fuck her then and there. I tried to remember what happened after the doctor let me cum, but my mind was a blank slate. My breath smells foul, I abandoned the plan to fuck her and decided to brush. I slipped out of the bed and walked towards the bathroom. I switched on the light inside and saw my reflection in the wash basin mirror. I peed quickly and examined my cock. It was sore, red patches mixing in with blue ones, making it seem like a blotchy experiment.
Putting the toothpaste on the brush, I stepped back into the bedroom, watching mom’s ass as she heaved in sleep. What a fantastic turnaround. 24 hours ago, I was masturbating to her through a hole, hoping to remember it all for ages. But now, she was in bed with me, sleeping half naked and a doctor’s promise of bonafide sexual exercises together. Maybe I should wake her up.
I walk towards the bed, sitting beside her ass, contemplating the strong hips that birthed me. I pull up her nighty just a little, riding up her thighs. She’s still sleeping, which is a good thing or a bad thing depending on the kind of son you are. I had never done something so forward before, but I picked a spot and pulled up her nighty to see the pussy.Unfortunately, she was wearing panties. I stared at her camel-toe, unaware that she was waking up. I looked up and saw her mildly annoyed, frowning upon me and rubbing her eyes.
“Mom, the exercise.” I blubbered. What an idiot, she wakes up first thing in the morning with her son looking up the skirt and asking for a handjob. She was getting up though, her eyes searching and finding my throbbing erection.
“Is the pain better?” she asked, her cheeks growing red as I stood up to show her my cock.
“A little bit” I lied, the pain was almost gone. But I felt that this cock is going to be shoved somewhere in her, it’s up to her how she wants it. Mom felt it as well, and grabbed it casually, dragging me towards her.
“My, my” I don’t know if she was exclaiming about the blotches or it hardness, “Don’t you have to take medication first?”
“Yeah, right.” I said, “With milk.”
“Just wait here, I’ll warm some for you.” She got up, avoiding touching me otherwise, and stepped towards the door.I followed her, staring at her as she wiggled into the kitchen, the nighty reaching a respectable length down her thighs. I stood behind her, my cock pointing towards her ass as she checked the fridge for milk. Standing back up, she stumbled into my cock, which nestled up under her pussy. She got off and went towards the stove. This was enough to encourage me.
“What did the doctor say?” I followed her. Mom didn’t turn to face me when I pressed my dick in her ass. She lit the stove and placed the milk to heat.
“The doctor said……” she seemed a little out of breath as I placed my hands under her nighty and let them roam across her belly.
“What did she say?” I bit her earlobe and let my hand run across her bra, tweaking her nipples.
“that I help you manage these feelings.” She continued, “the injury is just a symptom of the love you feel I owe you.”
I turned her to face me, her hair were loose and fell dangerously close to the stove. I pulled her back and planted a kiss on her lips. She was responsive and I grabbed her by the ass and lifted up above my knee.
“You’re my favorite woman mom.” I placed her thong line on my cock. She was moist down there. “I wanna make love to you.”
“That’s what the doctor said” she placed her hand on my chest, pushing me away half-heartedly.
“What did she say?” I paused and held her in my grip, my cock nestled underneath her thong. Her face was puffy, a little out of breath, hair unravelling and falling down on her neck. Her cheeks were reddening at an alarming rate.
“She told me to find a womb for you to keep your……” she trailed off.
“Cock?” I added, thrusting it further into the soft mounds of flesh. Her nighty was in disarray, a line of cleavage deepening as I drew her closer.
“that it’d help nurse the veins back to health” she whispered, it was the only sound audible in the kitchen. My hands were already underneath her nighty. I lifted it up and she closed her eyes, her boobs heaving as the nipples poked out of the fabric. My cock had assumed a life of its own, and despite my hands being busy, it tried to force its way in her pussy. It took some of the panty with it as the tip parted the lips.
She moaned and her eyes grew wider. Her hands were still trying to hide the boobs, but I pulled them away and admired the view.
“What about the milk?” Mom pleaded, and I tore my eyes away from her nipples.
“I wish you still had that.” I grinned, pulling down her panty. I bent down and peeled it slowly down her legs, staring at the perfect orifice between her waxed legs. She turned her upper body around and fiddled with the stove.
“No dufus,” she laughed, “I mean your medication.”
The panties were down to her ankles but she made no move to step out of them. She turned around completely towards the stove, turning the gas off, leaving me to stare at her gigantic ass.
“Let the milk cool down for a while.” I whispered between her ass cheeks, as I buried my face into them. My nose bumped against her butthole, and I heard her gasp, she was easing herself onto my face. Readjusting my position, I darted my tongue towards the pussy lips. Grabbing her ass cheeks, I pulled her onto my tongue, penetrating her pussy with the strongest muscle in the body. Mom emitted an obscene moan which echoed around the house, I could hear her biting her lips.
Grabbing the shelf, she eased herself onto my face as a seat, I found her to be surprisingly light. The rest of my body fell away as I focused on my tongue, darting, twisting, slithering its way into the juicy walls. It felt like heaven, my whole body was numb with pleasure, though my cock had begun to ache. My left hand shot upwards to fondle her boob, while I found soft fabric clinging to her ankle. Must be the nighty. I pulled it towards me and placed it under my knees, my footing now stable, I grabbed her boobs with both hands and pulled myself deeper in, the tip of my nose wedged in along with the tongue, the scent of her pussy driving me crazy.
Mom couldn’t control herself anymore and shrieked as if she saw a scary cockroach in the store but somehow it turned her on as well. She let go of the shelf and floated in pleasure, while I grabbed her waist to keep it from breaking my jaw, nose and head bones. She wobbled upon me for a few seconds, my tongue still wedged inside, darting, drooping, unaware of the trouble rest of me was in.
Mom had settled into a steady rhythm of heavy moans and wasn’t paying attention to me. Unfortunately, my balance was so disturbed that I felt her falling upon me. Trying to ease myself off my knees and onto my back, I placed my ass carefully on the cold floor, letting her guide my head down. I pulled the nighty bunched up under me and spread it below my head and back.
My face was out of her for a moment as I saw up to her face, the boobs almost blocking the view. She smiled at me and grabbed my cock.
“Can you do that thing mom?” I asked as she lowered herself upon my face again, my view being blocked again.
“What thing?” she tugged my cock and I felt the throbbing pain flare again.
“The one where you rub my cock between your tits.” I whispered into her pussy but she got the message.
“I’ll do something better.” I was buried in her again. But I felt my cock being wrapped in two humongous, soft balloons who rubbed along the shaft, easing my pain away. I closed my eyes and relaxed as I felt her settle on top of me, our abdomen rubbing together in heat.
Her lips closed around the tip of my cock and I groaned into her vagina.The tongue teased the tip as she rubbed her boobs on my cock. I bucked forward, trying to insert it all at once, she was very accommodative. Her head bobbed up and down along my penis, licking and sucking in tandem.
Feeling closer to coming, my tongue sped up in excitement, I rubbed her clit above the pussy with my free hand. She grinded her pelvis on my face, her juices began to flow out and dribble down my chin. Mom grabbed my hair and responded by sucking furiously. Not wanting to come right away, I pulled out, feeling her orgasm shudder through her body into my mouth.
When I emerged, my nose and lips were drenched with her come, a blissful smile playing on her lips. I got up and slid beside her, sliding my cock in her pussy. She stopped me and motioned to get on top of her. Kissing along her body, I slid up and pressed my body against her.
When I reached her mouth, playing with our lips, I felt her grab my cock and guide towards her pussy. No more motivation needed, I slid easily up her valley, for the first time, feeling completely submerged in pleasure.
“Here,” she held up her legs in air, “put them on your shoulders.”
I followed her instructions, while thinking about all the unsexy things in the world, I did not want to come right away. Mom was good at matching my rhythm, opening and closing her legs at angles which drove me to greater heights of pleasure.
My hands were busy kneading her boobs, tweaking the nipples which had turned into turgid metal bullets, looking ready to lactate anytime.
I kissed her thighs for a while, but eventually I pulled her legs into normal position, leaning in to bury my face in her boobs and groan till orgasm. Her moans were getting louder again, she grabbed my hair and pulled me up to kiss her. She moaned while our tongues danced together, locking, freeing, sliding, twisting. My cock was locked in though and my million possible children seemed ready to come out.
“Can I come here?” I breathed in her face, pinching her nipples.
“It’s alright.” She whispered back, “You can come in me. Doctor said to maximize the time inside the womb.”
“Does that mean I don’t have to pull out later as well?” My cock was in pain again, I should not have humped so fast, but the pleasure had overwhelmed it.
“Exactly.” Mom said, raising her hips to match my strokes.
“I love you, mom.” I whispered and fell on top of her, the thick rope flying out again, squashing against the walls, travelling upstream. Her nails dug into my back, but she soothed it with the kissing, and let me fill her up with my spunk. The final bits dribbled off my cock, and I clung to her breasts and went to sleep.