Chapter 4: Sons and Daughters

Three hours later, David was in his room with the door shut, all the Playboys and Penthouses that he owned on the bed and opened wide as he fumbled at his crotch, trying hard (pun intended) to get an erection. He wore no pants, but had a flannel shirt buttoned up the front -- he'd rather not look at his own chest right now.

David jumped, startled, as the door swung open and Lydia stepped in, wearing only a sheer blue nightie and blue high heels. David scrambled to sweep all the magazines to the floor on the opposite site of the bed.

"Uhm, hi Mom," he said softly.

"Oh, sweetie, there's no need to hide those dirty magazines. I know that you beat off." Her eyes settled on his limp penis. "Or at least that you try to."

"Mom!" he said in a shrill voice.

"It's okay, honey. There's nothing you can do about it. What does it feel like? The change?"

David crossed his arms, a posture that felt funny now, then pounded his fists on the mattress and cast his eyes down. "I don't want to talk about it."

Lydia watched him a moment, then shook her head. "That's okay. You don't have to talk about it." She brought her hands up to rub them lightly over her breasts. "But... (sigh)... instead of jerking off to girls in magazines... why don't you... (sigh)... jerk off to me. They're on paper, but I'm right HEEEERE for you.""

Even after everything that had happened today, David gave her an astonished look. "Mom!"

"After all, these -- " she cupped her boobies "-- these are now something to write home about." She began pulling on them. "Don't they just make you want to cuuuuum?" she sighed.

David stopped trying to cover his crotch with his hands, then slowly was persuaded to spread his legs and pull, rub and pump at his penis as Lydia performed an erotic dance for him.

"I still like girls," David said pulling futilely at his groin.

"I'm sure you do, David."

"I still like girls, so that's proof that there's nothing happening. Looking at these magazines, looking at -- oh God -- at you, Mom, I get very excited."

"I'm sure that you do, David."

"I just can't seem to... get an erection. I mean, I can't get one yet. I feel one starting, I just need to get it to finish appearing."

"Mmmmm, that's sweet dear."

"So no change is occurring," he declared firmly, "Paul's 'spell' misfired this time."

"Isn't it a little shorter?"

"Isn't what shorter?" David asked, an edge to his voice.

Lydia smiled. "Your penis, sweetie. It's a little shorter, isn't it."

"No! It is NOT! CERTAINLY not! I mean just because your boobs swelled up like zeppelins doesn't mean everyone ELSE has to be oversized as well!"

"As you wish, sweetheart. I just thought that I remembered it being longer than just an inch. I mean, you're nothing but cap there, dear."

"Moom!" he shrieked, his voice cracking as it had started to do in the last hour.

Lydia continued dancing. "You might want to keep trying there, David. SOMETHING might pop up."

"Mom, I CAN still get erect!"

Lydia slowed her dance and stopped, then walked over beside the bed. "Honey, I know you can. Right here." She laid her hand on his chest.

David grabbed her hand and pulled it away. "Mom! Don't touch me there!"

"Oh, how cute, my little baby's shy."

"Moooomm!" David cried, tears welling up in his eyes. "There is nothing happening! NOTHING!"

"As you wish, baby. Would you let Momma show you something?" She slowly reached her hand back to his chest and laid it there, then began gently rubbing in circles.

David took in a deep breath. "Moom," he sighed, "I don't like that. I really don't like it."

"Hush, baby," she sighed. "Let Momma show you this." And she continued gently rubbing and watched her son calm down at her ministrations. After a couple minutes, she began slowly unbuttoning the flannel shirt.

"Mom, please... don't... do... that..." David sighed.

"Ssshh, relax and trust your mother." She slowly spread the shirt to reveal a set of A cup, verging on B cup, breasts on her son, the nipples already perked up from her gentle rubbing, which she continued now on his bare chest.

David was lying there, breathing deeply. "Mom... I really don't like this..."

"Sssshhhh." She continued rubbing gently, then began focusing on the nipples until they were rock-hard little marbles crowning David's sweet little mounds.

"David, sweetie, open your eyes." He did so and met hers. "Honey, look at your chest."

"I don't want to."

She pinched a nipple. "Here, look right here." David's eyes moved down to where the pleasurable sensations were coming from.

"That's where your erection is now."

"But, Mom, I don't want it there. I want it -- I need it -- to be down below."

She flicked his right nipple a few times. "But this is where it is, sweetie. You have such pretty little nips. Doesn't it feel good?"

"No," David sighed.

Lydia leaned her head down and began sucking on one of his nipples.