Chapter 59

“I want a heart of my own, Riley.”

“Of course, pumpkin pie. Finish your breakfast and hop in the shower, then I’ll do you.”

It was a Saturday morning and James was on a job somewhere in the Quad Cities. Riley and Flynn were in their robes, having an early breakfast. Ellie and Hana would be stopping by to pick her up for the drive to Carefree.

Riley lay a large beach towel on her bed and arranged scissors, soap, a razor, lotion. When Flynn lay down on the towel, she said, “That seemed like a lot cum you wiped off me this morning. Did you have two dreams?”

“I think so, maybe, I’m not sure.”

“Did it seem like more than usual to you?”

“Yeah, it did.”

“Who’s the lucky boy?”

“I dunno, I haven’t met him yet.” But something in his tone made her wonder.

As she shaved and clipped and trimmed carefully, Riley’s palm and fingers brushed his penis. He showed no signs of arousal; and it certainly wasn’t erotic to his mother.

When she finished rinsing him off and drying him, she planted an exaggerated smooch on the shaft. And she made a loud kissing sound just as he had done that time he kissed her vagina.

She led him to her full-length mirror. He stared at himself, turned this way, then that. He untied her robe, and she shrugged it off. They smiled into the mirror checking each other out. Matching hearts.

Seeing a naked boy reminded her, “Oh honey, I had the best time with Luke Stillman yesterday.” She winked, “In his bed.”

“That’s Claire’s son, the big cheese?”

“Yep. And he’s nice looking and nice too. Got me off twice.”

“Fingers?”

“Yep. A real gentle touch. Gentle but knowing. I bet most guys who are hung like that think a big cock is all they need.”

“How big?” Flynn’s own cock was starting to stir.

Riley made a circle with both hands.

Flynn looked at her skeptically, “Yeah, right.”

Riley didn’t push it; she hoped penis size wasn’t going to become an issue with her son. She patted his butt, “Do my makeup, hon, the girls will be here pretty soon.”

“I want to meet ‘em, Ellie and Hana.”

“Hmm, I can arrange that. Not this morning because we’re on our way to Carefree. But I’ll have ‘em over for coffee, or maybe cocktails one of these days...”

Left unspoken was that it would be when James was at work.

Flynn sat her in front of their makeup mirror and deftly applied a bit of primer and color corrector, followed by foundation and concealer. He bit his tongue in concentration as he did blush, bronzer, and highlighter. Eyeshadow, eyeliner, and mascara. Eyebrows, lips, and a mere hint of setting spray.

It sounded like a lot, but his touch was so light, that the makeup barely showed.

Riley stood up and smiled, “Lotion me, helpmeet.”

Flynn bowed his head, “Your majesty.”

He poured the moisturizer into his palm and rubbed his hands together. The he started at her neck and shoulders, gently rubbing it in, slowly working his was down. His touch aroused her nipples, but it was only that — the physical touch. Not Flynn himself.

He did her tummy, her pussy — paying it no more attention than he did her knees. “Turn around, Your Worship.”

He did the same thorough, gentle job on her back. Then he surprised her, “I like your pussy, Riley.”

“Oh?”

“I been looking at ‘em online. Yours is really small.”

“So, Mr. Pussy Inspector, you like ‘em small?”

He nodded, “I do. Some of them are kinda gross looking.”

Riley clasped her hand to her chest dramatically, “Be still my beating heart! My son approves of my pussy! Hallelujah!”

“Riley?”

“Yes, my love.”

“Do you think I’m small? On the small side?”

She immediately stopped joking around. “Honey, pay more attention when you’re in the locker room. Check the other boys out. You have a beautiful penis. Perfectly proportioned. I love how the head is bigger than the shaft. And how smooth your skin is.”

She reached down and gave him a friendly squeeze, “Most girls aren’t size queens. What’s more important, much more important to us, is how nice the guy is. How he treats us.”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah. But it’s kinda on the small size.”

She reached up and put her hands on his chest, “As you know, clothing is forbidden at Carefree. Of course being a shy girl, I don’t check out the guys’ equipment.”

Flynn snorted.

“Well, I may glance down once in a while. You’re maybe just a little shorter than the average man. But remember, they’re grownups.” She hefted his penis in her hand, “And, I can report, accurately report, that you are thicker than the average bear.”

Flynn gave her a smile so guileless, so filled with tenderness, that it made her almost tear up.