Chapter 4

The next two days, which were a Thursday and Friday, followed a very similar routine to the first day of mom helping measuring my cum.

Mom would take one specimen first thing when I got home, coming into my bathroom after I showered, whilst I stood naked in the bath. The other two times each evening, she would wank me off into the semen beaker whilst I lay on my bed.

Mom would take her bra off during our ‘sessions’ in the bathroom. Even better, she had also got into the habit of removing it and showing me her boobs whilst she wanked me off on the bed. I had requested this during one of our earlier sessions on the bed, although we hadn’t started off that way, and she seemed to be happy to continue with that extra bit of stimulation for me.

It was incredibly exciting for me, watching her boobs jiggle and wobble whilst she wanked me off. She would let me touch them lightly, but only for a moment or two, until I became rock hard and virtually ready to cum straight away.

Just a few other things worth mentioning about our sessions, as the week had gone on.

Firstly, when mom came in to wank me off in the bathroom, she would always insist on ‘making sure I was clean’, as she would put it, even though she knew I would only call her in after I’d soaped and rinsed myself all over. She would rinse my dick and balls, taking the shower-head in one hand and spraying warm water over me whilst she stroked my cock, which would be hard or semi-hard by then, and then move on to my balls.

After that, she would ask me to turn around so she could rinse my butt. Now, I don’t know for sure why she asked me to do that, because she didn’t need to do it for wanking me off, but I would comply, and she would always rub my buttocks up and down well, getting a good feel of them.

I was sure she was doing that on purpose, because she enjoyed it, but I never said anything. It kind of turned me on to know she might be getting some pleasure out of it, if my suspicions were correct.

Secondly, when she would wank me off on the bed, although she always wore panties which were large enough to cover her pussy well, she would push the fabric at the back of those into her butt crack, so as to expose more of the flesh of her ass cheeks.

Again, I used to find this extremely arousing. It got me thinking that, as she was doing this anyway, perhaps I could suggest she wear something like a thong, or g-string which would have the same visual effect, in a better way, but I hadn’t felt confident enough to say that so far. In any case, I didn’t know if she owned anything like that, or had worn such an item, even for when dad had been around.

Another thing was that, as the week had gone on, she seemed to have become much more relaxed about the whole thing. Originally, when Dr. Taylor had suggested mom help me get samples of my semen for accuracy in collection, she had been a bit twitchy and reluctant.

But as each day went by, she became a bit more easy going with me. And not just about doing that, but also in our day-to-day conversations and how she behaved at home. She had become a bit less moody and temperamental. Also, she seemed to be wearing a bit more make-up around the house, and her hair seemed better kept, which I’d never noticed before.

She seemed to be changing. Maybe it was just a co-incidence and nothing to do with our cum measuring sessions. Or maybe it was.

As mom’s mood improved, I had also kept on thinking about how I might be able to push things a bit more in our sessions. I had become much less self-conscious about my body and being nude in front of her, and her seeing my erect dick.

I desperately wanted to suck on her nipples and tits and kiss that wonderful backside of her’s. But I just couldn’t think of a way to suggest that. And I didn’t want to push things too far, too quickly, just in case it all went wrong.

Although I had an inkling that mom might be getting some kind of secret sexual gratification out of our sessions, I couldn’t be sure, and didn’t want to ruin things in case she got angry with me, and stopped the whole thing. So I decided not to push it.

I was still enjoying our sessions anyway. After all, how many son’s get the chance to actually see their mom semi nude, topless, wearing only panties, and feel up her tits and ass whilst she wanked them off! I should be grateful for what I was getting!

It still bothered me, though, why I had the ache in my balls everyday, until I had cum several times, and only then felt normal by the end of the day. I guess Dr Taylor would let us know after she had all the results.

Mom had been keeping a daily note of how much cum I had been producing, noting down the measurements from the lines on the sides of the semen beaker, after each of our sessions. From what I remembered, Dr Taylor had said she would let us know the results of the blood tests early next week.

During our last session on Friday evening, after I had cum, but before saying goodnight mom said.

“We’ll have more time over the weekend.”

kissed me on the cheek as she normally did, and went off to bed. As I drifted off to sleep, I kept on thinking what she had meant by that. Time would only tell!

As I awoke next morning, sleepily, I looked at the lock radio on the bedside cabinet. It was 8.00 am. Feeling my semi hard-on, I realized mom hadn’t come in like she had been doing the last few mornings. Then I remembered it was Saturday. She must be having a lie in, like she normally did on weekends.

I turned over, nuzzled my face into the pillows, pulled my duvet up so it covered my face and curled back into the warmth and comfort of my bed. It was the best part of waking up on weekend mornings, nuzzling back into bed after just waking up.

I think I must have drifted off to another gentle sleep for a while. The next thing I knew, something was touching my arm and I heard my name.

“Jacob, come on sleepy head.”

I turned, opened my eyes and saw mom standing over me in her dressing gown and holding a mug in one hand.

“Morning, young man,” she said with a smile.

“Morning, mom,” I replied, smiling back.

“I’ve bought you some tea. As it’s the weekend, I thought we could do our first session in the bathroom whilst you shower.”

“Ok, mom” I replied.

“Thanks for the tea”

I added, sitting up and taking it from her hand. It had been ages since she had bought me tea in bed. Maybe this was sign of a good day to come.

She sat down on the bed next to me.

“I’m going shopping after breakfast, so I’ll be out until about mid afternoon. What are you doing today?”

I hadn’t got anything planned so I said.

“Not much. I might go out later and meet up a few friends, but that won’t be till late afternoon, if I manage to get hold of someone on the phone. Why?”

“Oh, I just wanted to plan our sessions for today,”

She said, looking at me hard in the eyes.

“As I’ve got a bit more time over the weekend, it just makes it easier time-wise.”

Like last night, I wasn’t quite sure what she meant by that, but my dick was stirring under the duvet.

“And I just wanted to have a talk with you about how you were feeling now, and if your condition has improved any? Be honest with me now.”

“Well,”

I said hesitating a little.

“I still have these aches ... er ... you know ... in my ba ... I mean testicles.” I said.

“It’s ok, you can call them your balls.”

Said mom, picking up on my stammer.

“I don’t mind if you use normal slang words for our body parts, I did mention that to you before,”

Said mom reassuringly.

My dick stirred again.

“In my balls I mean.

“I said, going along with her.

“And do you still feel better after cuming several times by the end of the day?”

“Yes.” I replied.

“Well, let’s see what news Dr Taylor will give us this week. You know she is going to let us have your blood tests results on Monday or Tuesday, don’t you?”

“Yes, mom,” I said.

“I remembered this morning about that.”

“Good,” she replied.

“Lets see if we can get some more samples this weekend then, and make you feel a little better.”

She added, with a slight look of concern, but smiling reassuringly too.

“I’m sorry I had a go at you earlier in the week about not believing you.”

“That’s ok mom,”

I replied, a little surprised and touched by her sudden apology.

“Call me when you are in the shower. I just need to do something downstairs in the meantime.”

“Ok, mom” I said.

“Thanks.”

Mom got up and left the room. I couldn’t help watching her ass sway under her dressing gown as she walked away.

I sipped on my tea for a while and thought about what mom had said. She seemed quite concerned and keen to help me.

It was nice to see her like that. Being the way she was normally which was quite temperamental and moody, and not expressing much love to me, it kind of mellowed my heart a bit to see her apparent warmth and concern. Her mood certainly had improved during the course of the week.

I did have a problem of sorts, and I hoped the doctor would let us know if there was anything to be really concerned about, or whether this was just one of those ‘growing up phases around puberty’ that she had mentioned it might be. But also, out of all this,

I was getting some real sexual turn on and relief. Ok, so my balls ached a bit at times and I needed to spurt out a lot of cum, but, hey, I was really enjoying doing it by the way mom was helping me!

My dick stirred again. I wondered for a moment what mom had really meant about ‘having more time’ over the weekend. I looked over at the clock. It was 9.30 am. I decided to shower. I was dying to see mom’s body again.

I gave myself an extra good clean all over and then shouted down to mom.

My dick was already a little hard thinking about what was to come. By now, I was much more comfortable about her seeing me nude as well as my hard on in all its glory, so I just stood there, wiping my face with the towel and rubbing my hair dry.

I knew there was no point in drying the rest of my body, as mom seemed to insist on rinsing my cock and butt whenever we had a session in the bathroom.

I heard her come up the stairs and walk into my bedroom towards the en-suite bathroom.

She knocked on the door like she normally did.

“Ok, hon?”

She said, from the other side of the bathroom door, which was only a few inches ajar.

“Yea, come in mom.”

I said, in a happy tone.

Mom came in. She was still wearing her dressing gown, which was one of those made of towelling fabric, with a belt tied by a knot in the middle. She was holding the semen-measuring beaker in one hand as usual.

She looked at me, and then down at my dick, which was semi hard as usual at this time in the proceedings.

She licked her lips again. She had done this a few times, and I was certain she was not aware she was doing it.

“As I mentioned earlier.” she said looking at me.

“I’ve got more time over the weekend, and as I haven’t showered yet, I thought we could kill two birds with one stone, so to speak, if I joined you in the shower. I can take your sample and shower off as well. And we’ll save a bit on the hot water.”

I stood in silence looking at her, trying to take in what she had just said.

Then, she undid her robe, pulling on the belt so it untied and fell loose, pulled it off over her shoulders, and let it fall to the floor. It was only when it had dropped down fully, that I saw she was completely nude, as my eyes dropped to her crotch area and saw the hairs on her pussy. Fuck!

I blushed, like I never had before. A deep red streak must have shot along my neck and cheeks.

Mom had not looked at me whilst she took off her robe, and in a ‘matter of fact’ way she said.

“You’ve seen me half naked anyway over the past few days, so I guess, it doesn’t really matter if you see me completely nude. Naturists do it all the time. Move along a bit.”

She waved her forefinger at me to move towards the tap end of the bath. As I did so, she held the semen beaker in one hand, and with her large hanging tits rolling freely from side to side, she lifted one leg up and over into the bath, followed by the other, and stood in front of me in the bath, completely naked.

As you might imagine, by now my dick was raging up. I looked at mom’s wonderful boobs momentarily, and then my eyes automatically went down to her pubes again. I could see a neatly trimmed patch of hairs covering her pussy!

She saw my straining cock and said.

“Well, at least you are well and truly ready for your morning session.”

I gulped.

All this had left me truly speechless so far, but trying to compose myself, I said, in a hesitating, high-pitched voice after clearing my throat a little.

“Yea, mom, I think I’m ready.”

It was all I could think of!

“Grab the shower head for me will you.” she said.

I turned around and pulled the detachable shower head off the wall bracket, switched the water on, and turned back around, handing it to mom as I faced her.

My dick was sticking out rock hard in front of me. I was dying to cum.

“Let me give you a quick rinse,” she said.

And with that, she sprayed the water over my straining prick, running her free hand along the shaft, and then moved down to my balls, cupping and feeling them as she did so.

“Turn around,” she said.

I did a quick u-turn and faced the tap end wall.

I felt her spray my back and then my buttocks.

“Hand me the shower gel will you dear,” she said.

I’d never heard her ask for that before, as she would normally only rinse me off, but I picked up the bottle and moved my hand backwards, passing it to her without turning around.

Momentarily, I heard her let the shower head fall down into the bath with the spray still coming out, and then she said,

“I do like you to be especially clean all over, so I’m just going to rub some of this shower gel along your butt crack towards your balls. Bend forward for me a little.”