“Mrs McCarty,” the nurse called my name over the PA system as it was our turn to see the doctor. I helped my nineteen-year-old son, Ben, up from the seat as we walked slowly to the doctor’s office. The doctor smiled as we walked in, a pretty girl in her thirties, but at the moment I was preoccupied, trying to set Ben down on his seat.
“So what seems to be the problem? Your son doesn’t look too good I reckon,” she said calmly as she brought a thermometer to Ben’s forehead.
“I’m having a fever I think,” my son blurted out, as he tried to sit up a little straighter in his chair. The young doctor muttered in acknowledgement as she started a battery of tests, from using a stethoscope to touching Ben’s neck for signs of an inflamed thyroid. As she sat back down to key in some things into the computer, I looked worriedly at Ben and grew increasingly worried as I saw the doctor furrow her eyebrows.
“I might need to examine you on the bed,” she said calmly as she pulled out latex gloves from the cabinet.
“I would need you to drop your pants and briefs too, and I can draw the privacy curtain if you would like,” She continued as she fitted the latex gloves onto her hands and looked at both myself and Ben.
“Maybe keep it open, you okay with that, Ben?” I asked as I placed a reassuring hand on my son’s shoulder. Ben was blushing in embarrassment as he muttered a few affirmatives and gingerly pulled his pants down. From where I was seated, I could see his penis slowly getting erect as the doctor examined his cock and balls slowly with latex gloves. It seemed fine with me, in fact, was a little impressive as it twitched in the doctor’s arms. As the examination ended, the doctor returned to her seat to continue typing into the computer; and Ben rushed to put his pants back on avoiding eye contact when he could.
“Well, it seems you have an STD,” the young doctor said calmly. She hesitated before mentioning the STD and eyed me for a brief moment. I was in shock, was it the girl that always comes around for school projects? I didn’t know who else it could be, but she seemed way out of my son’s league and it seemed so platonic whenever I was around. My mind wandered as the doctor started mentioning the side effects and medicine to take when we went home.
“And Mrs McCarty, you might need to help your son with applying this medicinal cream to the infection site for a week.” The doctor nodded at me, breaking my trance. I was confused, and it seems the young doctor picked up on it and nodded towards a diagram in front of me. It was a picture of a penis.
“So your son has an infection along the base of his penis here, and this medicinal cream needs to be applied to it. But due to the treatment process, your son cannot ejaculate while the medicinal cream is applied, which has to remain on for eight hours at the minimum,” the doctor explained calmly as she pointed at the diagram. Ben was sitting in his seat, not saying a word, but obviously blushing tremendously.
“Can Ben apply the cream himself?” I asked cautiously, sneaking a glance at Ben.
“He cannot, unfortunately, but you can have his father help him do this daily too if that’s a problem. But someone needs to help because he needs to focus on his breathing exercises when the medicinal cream is being applied.” Ben’s father is at war, and I resigned to having to help my son with this issue, all the whilst wondering who might have given my son the STD.
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Back at home, I walked with Ben to the kitchen to settle down and eat our store-bought lunches together. With regards to helping my son with the medicinal cream, I knew I wanted it to work around both of our schedules without it being too much of a hassle. Across from dinner I could see Ben’s apprehension and took it upon myself to calm him down.
“Hey, are you worried that I know you had sex with someone? Don’t be. It’s a good thing that you are sexually active, but you need to know how to be safe next time, take precautions like a condom or testing for STDs before doing it with your girlfriend.” The more I went on the more Ben sunk into his seat, and I decided to move on to more pressing matters.
“Well, you would need to not jerk off eight hours after putting the medicinal cream on, so maybe let’s apply it at night when we are both free, just before you go to sleep? Make sure to jerk off BEFORE and not AFTER applying the cream, then come get me to help you at around 9 pm.” I thought the schedule works out well for both of us and started pencilling it into my calendar.
“Do we really need you to help with this? I can breathe properly and put the cream on at the same side, I don’t need you to help really,” Ben asked urgently.
“Doctor’s orders, Ben, I don’t make the rules. Just make sure to jerk off before you ask me to help, and don’t make too much noise, if possible…” I added. I found it funny how worried and nervous Ben was about the whole thing.
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That night, I changed into my nightgown, ready for bed, when I remembered that I had to help Ben with the medicinal cream. It was 9:30 pm and he still had not come to let me know that he needed my help. Has he slept? Maybe he tried to apply the cream himself. I pulled myself out of bed and headed to his room.
At his door, I heard shuffling, as though someone was cleaning up their room. I decided to head inside to remind him of our appointment. Opening the door, I saw Ben staring at his laptop with a hand on his junk. I wasn’t sure what to do at the moment and decided to close the door and wait outside patiently, it seemed like he didn’t notice my presence. From outside his room, I continued to hear shuffling followed by more intense shuffling, and then a slight groan followed by what I assume to be the creak of the bed springs.
Ben came out of the room, seeing me sitting outside with the cream and muttered that he was ready and needed help.
“You ready? Got it out of your system? Make sure you don’t touch yourself tonight like the doctor said okay?” I asked as I stood up to bring him back into the room. The room smelt of spunk and it reminded me of the days when my husband was still home rather than miles away in another country.
I sat him down on his bed and asked him to remove his bottom half. I reached down and saw really small genital warts on the base of his penis, almost like rashes. I picked his limp dick up and held it down and away from the rashes as I opened the cream container. I heard a small moan out from Ben as I felt his dick getting more erect, so I held it down with more pressure.
“Ben, ready for your breathing exercises?” I asked as I held my son’s cock in one hand and a smear of cream in the other. He nodded and closed his eyes, breathing in deeply. I started to dab the cream on the base of his dick, Ben squirmed slightly with each touch, and his cock twitched again and again in my hand. Each time his cock twitched, it moved a little and I had to reposition my hand to better grab hold of his cock to keep it in place whilst I applied the cream, but he would twitch his cock again and the cycle continued. I let out a sigh whenever he twitched and reminded him to keep still and focus on his breathing.
“Mom, mom that’s enough. I’m fine now,” he said just as I was adding the final touches of cream.
“Hold still, just one last dab Ben. Don’t worry.” I adjusted his dick with my right hand pulling it away from him and towards me, as I reached out to get a little more cream for that last dab.
“Mommmm! Arrrgh!” Ben moaned as his entire waist lifted off the bed, his body in an arch as he ejaculated all over my favourite nightgown.
“Ben! You should not ejaculate after I apply the cream. Haiz… never mind, don’t worry, it’s no big deal, I’ll clean your mess up.” I sighed, a little worried about not following the doctor’s orders to the letter and finished up the last dab of cream, my right hand still holding the now slightly more flaccid cock away from him. Finishing up, cleaned his bed of some cum that landed there and wiped the underside of my hand which also had some of his cum sticking to it.
“Ben, you need to ensure you completely ejaculate next time before I help you with the cream, okay? Cum twice if you need to, or just cum once but make sure it’s a big one,” I said to my now embarrassed son, as I walked around his room to clean out his trash.
“Mum, I’m sorry. And you still have some of my stuff on your nightie. Want me to clean it up real quick?” he asked apologetically. He reached out with some tissue as I moved towards him. Looking down, I had some around my boobs and a couple on my left waist. He first cleaned up on my left waist, rubbing it twice to make sure it was mostly gone, then reached out with his other hand to pull my nightgown towards him. The cum that landed on the nightgown around my boob area was lifted into a pinch where he rubbed hard to remove the stains. As he rubbed my nightgown down, the fabric moved furiously beneath, brushing hard against my now erect nipples.
“That’s quite enough, you don’t want to ruin my favourite nightgown dear,” I said pulling away.
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The next day came and went, I went to work, and Ben went to university classes. Coming back from a long day of work was always a nice feeling. I headed to my room to put on a movie and ordered a take-in for myself and Ben. Ben sounded like he was at home, but I was too tired to care. And soon drifted off to sleep.
“Mom, can you help me now?” Ben woke me up from my slumber by shaking my arm. I was sprawled across the bed in my nightgown, the dress now hiked up, revealing my pussy to everyone in the room. I pulled it down and looked at the clock. It was midnight.
“So sorry dear, mummy had a long day. Why don’t you take off your pants, we can do it in my room real quick. Have you masturbated?” I asked with a yawn.
“Yes I did it twice earlier, but… it is still hard,” Ben said sheepishly as he tossed his pants to the side and came to sit next to me.
“Haiz, young boys nowadays. Okay, okay. Let’s deal with that quickly so we don’t make a mess in my room as you did in yours yesterday,” I said quickly, still a little groggy from just having woken up. I motioned him to lie on the bed as I crossed my legs on the bed and started giving Ben a quick handjob. I started out slow, touching the tip of his penis to coax it to be as hard as he could be. I noticed him squirming with each touch.
“Ben, are you alright? If it’s too sensitive for you, or if you need your porn magazine to cum normally let me know. Mum’s here to help you.” I was a little worried that I was doing it incorrectly, after all, it has been a hot minute since I gave a handjob to anyone.
“It is really good mum. Reeeeally good…” Ben muttered as I picked up the pace.
Even as I continued the handjob with the occasional, “You are doing really well son. Let me know when you are close to cumming.” It seems like I must have been doing something wrong. It has been fifteen minutes and he has just been moaning away but hasn’t come close to ejaculating.
“Are you sure mummy is doing well? Do you need me to go faster? Or do you need some other stimulation?” I asked worriedly.
“Ermm. It is soooo good. But yea faster is good too. And maybe you can hug me through this?” Ben asked weakly.
“A hug? Oh okay, do you want to sit up? Maybe I can hug you from behind?” I said, a little confused by his request. But it didn’t seem like much. As we repositioned ourselves to have me hug him from behind as he sat at the edge of the bed. I grabbed his cock yet again and started jerking him off. I did it faster and faster, and thought about how to best catch his cum after.
“Mum, I’m cumming—now,” Ben said. And quick as a flash, I pointed his cock towards him and tried to catch as much as I could with a tissue paper. Ben was breathing heavily and turned around to hug me, pressing his now flaccid cock into my legs, and laid on the bed for a bit. I hugged my son back, and after a while tapped him on the shoulder.
“Ben, I need to sleep soon. Let’s finish this up, I still need to put on the cream today.” Putting on the cream with his flaccid cock proved to be easy, and that was the end of another day’s work.
For the rest of the week, I decided it was better to jerk him off quickly before applying the cream. It seemed to help him, and it was a lot easier to use the medicinal cream after. For some reason, he loved to hug me and often told me he loved me after I jerked him off; it was bizarre to me since he never really did tell me he loved me for the past 10 years that I had joined this family since. Well, I guess my taking care of him really did bring us closer together, and that was something I could not argue with.
