Chapter 1

Willy was known as Mommy's Boy to his mother and enough of his friend's had heard Betty Brown call him by that name to use it to tease Willy to no end. Betty had started calling Willy Mommy's Boy when he was eight, right after Mr. Brown had left town with his secretary. That left Betty alone working as many hours as the Brady Diner could give her to support Willy and herself. Betty was a nice looking woman in her early twenties at that time with a trim and firm body. Between her many hours working at the diner and caring for little Willy she didn't have time to date anyone even though several young men had asked her out.

That's when Betty Brown started insisting on helping her son with his evening bath each night. Eight year old Willy didn't mind at all. He felt good spending the extra time with his mother as she bathed him before bedtime, using a big warm towel to dry him off before helping him into his pajamas.

The evening bathing ritual went on for years just as did the taunting from his classmates. "Hey Mommy's Boy. Is it time for you to go home yet?" "Mommy's Boy, did your mother dress you this morning?"

As he got older, into his early teens the taunting never abated. If anything it got worse. "Hey Mommy's Boy do you have to wear a skirt around the house?" That one always brought a loud laugh from anyone close enough to hear the teasing.

When Willy was twelve or thirteen he had admitted to his mother that his so called friend's were constantly teasing him about being 'Mommy's Boy'. Betty threatened to call all the boy's mothers to tattle on them. Willy was appalled. "Oh no Mother. Don't do that. It will only make it worse. Please don't." Willy had wished that he had kept his mouth shut.

Betty finally reluctantly agreed to leave well enough alone. He was in high school now. Only a few of his old friends were in his classes and the kids he was meeting now called him Willy and did not know that he was also known as Mommy's Boy.

Willy turned fourteen during his freshman year in high school. Fewer and fewer of his peers were calling him by his onerous nickname. Most everyone now called him Willy or just Will.

Of course his mother still called him Mommy's Boy at home even though Willy insisted that he was too old to be called that. "Nonsense. No matter how old you get you will still be Mommy's Boy."

There was something worse that he didn't want anyone to know about. He was fourteen and his mother still bathed him every evening. Several times he had told his mother that he was too old for her to see him naked.

Betty laughed at that. He was her son. It was her job to bathe the boy and teach him to be a man. When he was younger Willy thought nothing about standing naked in the tub, the water at his ankles, while his mother used a soapy sponge to wash him all over.

As Willy got older he was embarrassed standing nude in front of Betty while she prattled on about how her day had gone as she sponged soap on the boy before rinsing his body with the detachable shower head.

As Will became a young teen his penis started to get hard while his mother attended him. It was very embarrassing. Betty laughed, although her face was flushed, as she told her son. "It's only natural Willy. Boys get erections. It's nothing to be ashamed of."

The night of his fourteenth birthday Betty introduced something new to the nightly ritual. She had always included his penis as she washed the boy but now she saved that part of him for last.

After soaping his penis with the big sponge she wrapped her hand around his slippery member and began stroking him. "How does this feel Mommy's Boy?"

Willy was getting week kneed. He had touched himself there a couple of times but this was different. His mother's hand sliding across his soapy dick felt better than anything else he could think of. He said nothing but groaned softly.

Betty smiled. That was a good enough answer for her. She removed her hand to rub the soap bar directly on the boy's hard on, then continued masturbating him with her hand.

"Mommy's Boy's, mother is going to make him feel so good." She softly said to the boy as she continued to rub the boy's hard cock. It had been years since Betty had touched a cock. Now, here she was jerking her fourteen years old son's hard prick.

Willy's legs were trembling as he neared his first climax. Spurt! Spurt! Betty aimed her boy's prick away from her enjoying the sight of his cum shooting out from his cock and into the bath water with a series of small splashes.

Before rinsing him off Betty stole a quick lick on the palm of her hand to taste the young boy's spend. As she used the shower nozzle to rinse the satiated boy's body she giggle as she told him. "Did Mommy make Willy's willy feel good?" The boy only nodded his head. Maybe his mother bathing him wasn't such a bad idea!

Around the same time that Betty began masturbating Willy in the bathtub she changed the way she dressed during 'bath time'. She no longer wore her work outfit while scrubbing the teen's body. She began taking her own bath earlier in the evening changing into one of her many short nightgowns.

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