During winter break of my senior year of high school, my life took a very unexpected turn. My name is Brandon and I'm eighteen years old. I am a 6 foot 1 athlete that recently broke my right hand/fractured multiple fingers in a pickup basketball game. Basketball has been my entire life since I was kid so this injury has been devastating to my happiness considering I've always been a very durable athlete. The worst injury I've ever suffered was a sprained ankle or a mild concussion. I was out for the year, and it's difficult to be productive when the most exciting thing in your life is taken away from you. Although I loved the game and was good at it, it's not like I was good enough to play in college. I prioritized my education and overall enjoyment for college, which is why I'm going to a state school on the east coast.
I've been recovering with a cast on my right hand for about two weeks. This is a major issue for me because not only do I jerk off with my right hand, but I have developed a very odd habit when I masturbate ever since I first started doing it. Before I get to that, I want to give some context behind the anatomy of my genitals. To put it humbly, I am very blessed. I have a slightly above eleven inch penis that is three inches wide as well. I honestly thank god everyday for the cock that I inherited. It has gotten me plenty of action with girls my entire life post puberty. I know this might sound arrogant, but in a way I'm self conscious about my penis size. I know that most guys would kill someone for a dick like mine and flaunt it like a trophy. That's not who I am. I grew up being somewhat shy despite my package. I had a close circle of friends, and even though I've done well with girls, I've only been with three and dated them all for long periods of time.
If anyone thinks my dick is massive, my balls are a whole different story. They are bigger than massive. Even with an eleven inch penis, my balls were disproportionate to my shaft. The best way to describe them would be two extra large pears inside a dangly ballsack. They were always full, and they would swell with pain if I didn't release them consistently. When I first began to masturbate, my oversized balls would hurt all the time. Because of this, I learned to rub and hold my balls with my other hand every single time I jacked off. It became such a habit I couldn't do it without it. It was like muscle memory. If my balls weren't being massaged, my penis wouldn't release cum. I'm sure you can connect the dots now. After my injury, I have been unable to ejaculate because of the non existed hand rubbing my balls. As ridiculous as it sounds, it's true. I have never gone this long without jerking off, and my balls were getting bigger and fuller than ever.
My mom Emily had me when she was just eighteen. My father left when I was around three years old, so it was just me and her against the world. She's been my biggest role model, always taking care of me. Although we weren't wealthy, she somehow always found ways to spoil me. We are as close as a mother and son can be (for now), and she is someone I truly admire. Being that she is only 36, she is absolutely stunning.
Even as her own son, it would be disingenuous to say she is not the most attractive women I have ever seen. She's in the tier of: Too hot to be someone's mom. My entire childhood my friends would make fun of how hot my mom is. I was the kid with the smokin' mom. Anyone that has a very attractive mother would admit there's definitely some pros and cons. The cons being you'll get shit for it by your boys, and the pro being; your mom is hot? I know it's weird for me to say that, but since my injury I have looked at her in a completely different manner. She stood at 5 foot 5, dark brown hair, the body of an hourglass, and her tits are out of this world carrying a 34K cup. Just an outrageous build, I would simply be lying to myself if I claimed I wasn't attracted to her. She is the bustiest women I know of. That includes porn. She is the sole reason I have an obsession with huge tits.
I knew I had to face the fire soon. I've been thinking about how to ask my own mother to cup my balls while I jack off without making myself sound like an idiot. A wave of guilt hits me every time I think about it. However that doesn't stop the lustful desire of experiencing another women aiding myself to cum in this state. The intrusive side of my brain won this battle with no resistance. I need to get off, and I'm about to launch mission: Convince a mother to hold her disabled son's balls while he jerks off. The results are pending.
It's a cold snowy night in early January. Emily loves to keep the house warm, so it was a very comfortable 73 degrees in our apartment building. She is sitting in the living room couch watching TV, wearing an oversized plain white tee and black yoga pants. Even with baggy clothes you could see her enormous boobs take up essentially her entire torso. They are legitimately too big to hide, even if she wanted to. Brandon walked in with a nervous expression on his face, but he was determined to communicate his problem.
"Hey Mom. Can we talk?" Emily looked up to see her tall son with a strong physique standing over her. "Sure sweetie, what's up?" "I wanted to talk to you about a... problem I have." Brandon looked to the floor avoiding eye contact. "A problem? Is it your hand baby? Is it hurting more today?" "No Mom, not that. Well, kinda that, it has to do with my hand." Emily straightened her back with a worrying face. "Oh honey I'm so sorry. Tell me what's wrong. I'm your mother, I'm here to take care of you." Brandon's face began to turn red. His mother's sexual aura was enhanced because he was so horny along with not releasing for weeks. "Okay, but you have to promise not to tell anyone. It's like, really embarrassing and uncomfortable and I..I feel really bad that I'm talking to you about it."
He sat down on the couch next to her with his broken hand closest to her. "Brandon, I promise I won't tell a soul. I don't even know who you think I'm even able to tell." She was right, he's an only child, his dad left, and she doesn't have any significant other at the moment. "Okay." He took a deep breath and continued to stare downward in front of him. His mom then positioned herself higher on the couch towards him, putting her left arm around him above where he sat, and her right hand lightly caressing the top of his right knee. There wasn't anything abnormal about this physical act by Brandon's mom. However her scent became more arousing to him as she moved closer. "I can't...jerk off." He announced reluctantly. After about three seconds of no response, he looked up to his right to see a confused face. "I mean masturbate. Sorry." Thinking that was the reason she was perplexed, since she hates when he swears or uses inappropriate language. "Honey I know what jerking off means, but I don't know what you mean. You have a perfectly healthy hand to your left." She took her right hand off his thigh and sat back slightly away from him. "I know I do Mom, and this is gonna sound really weird, so don't make fun of me, okay?" She giggled to herself. "Sweetie I would never make fun of you, just tell me." Her response was more relaxed and casual than he expected. Brandon took a moment to collect his thoughts and figure out the best combination of words that would make him sound the least perverted. "Ever since I started to.. yano.. masturbate, I developed a really weird habit." She had a very suspicious look with her eyebrow raised. "I have to and I mean HAVE to..like..hold my balls, I mean testicles, when I...finish." "You have to WHAT?" Pronouncing 'what' in an overly shocked tone. "I don't know I have to like hold or caress my balls in order for me to ejaculate. And that's why I'm telling you, it's been two weeks since my injury and it's starting to hurt a lot." The moment she thought of the injury that caused the pain he suffered along with his inability to play basketball made her feel sorry him. She felt another wave of empathy for her only son.
A memory of Brandons father unlocked in Emily's brain. He was her high school sweetheart and they dated for three and a half years. She thought she was going to marry him considering they had a child together and were engaged. Brandon is currently the same age as his father when they conceived him. She took this mental note because she remembered that Brandon's father released his sperm daily or else he would complain about his balls hurting. She thought it was just a twisted way for him to manipulate her to get him off so she never believed him. Another unwarranted thought entered Emily's brain; the penis of her son's dad. It's been about sixteen years and no man has come close to the size of her baby daddy's penis.
Emily isn't nearly as sexually active as some would assume because of her goddess-like figure. She spent all of her time and energy on Brandon which meant she had to sacrifice a significant amount of her most prominent young years taking care of him. She's also very intelligent, graduating high school among the top of her class. She was on pace to receive a medicine degree but since she had essentially the full responsibility of taking care of a child among other things, she settled on going to nursing school. She is now a registered nurse.
The thoughts of her ex-fiancé's well endowed cock caused a warm sensation throughout her stomach and vagina. She then spotted Brandon's bulge in his gym shorts. It was very subtle, but she could clearly see a distinct bump in her sons groin area. An even more inappropriate thought now entered her scrambled brain; the image of her son's penis. She never in a million years thought about what Brandon's penis looked like after puberty. He's now a responsible eighteen year old young adult that inherited much of his father's traits. It's very likely 'that' could be one too. It's been so long since Brandon's father left so the idea of his penis being similar never crossed her mind. But it just did, and the image of her son being hung like his father sent shivers down her spine.
She immediately snapped out of it and carried on the awkward conversation with her son. "I don't know what to tell you Brandon, you just have to keep trying without your other hand. Are you absolutely sure it's impossible?" "I swear to god it's impossible. Trust me there isn't anything in the world I want to do more than to...finish." He thought about using the word 'cum' but caught himself. "Brandon, why are you telling me this?" She asked, while now sitting on the couch with her legs crossed and body pointed towards Brandon.
At this point Brandon started to lightly sweat and the anticipation of his mom's response to what he was about to say was killing him. "I wanted to ask you, if you could, maybe... hold my testicles while I masturbate." "Brandon!" She exclaimed as her mouth dropped to the floor. Before she said anything else, he interrupted. "It's not what it sounds like Mom. You don't have to look or anything, I just need another hand doing it. It took a lot of courage from me to tell you this. I wish I had another way, I wish I had Taylor to do it for me (his ex girlfriend) but we broke up last month. And I really don't have anyone else to ask. I haven't been talking to anybody since I got injured. You know that it's made me borderline depressed."
Emily felt remorse for him again. If there's anything in the world that would make her lose all rationale in decision making, it would be her son. Brandon is absolutely everything to her, and he comes first in regards to anything. That's been her number one rule since she became a mother. The only family she has is her son and her stepfather.
However, she wanted to exhaust all options before she would make that choice. "Oh my sweet boy." She said, in the most motherly of all tones while fixing Brandon's hair across his forehead with her right hand. "I'm your mother. A mother isn't supposed to get involved, in any way, with what you're having trouble with. I'm sure we can find a solution." "Like what?" "Maybe you can use the massage gun? Or cover it with a warm cloth?" "I've already tried the massage gun, it hurts too much." Brandon lied, but knew those options would never work. "And the wash cloth wouldn't work. Trust me Mom it needs to be very specific. It can't be anything else other than a hand." Emily sat still brainstorming for a few moments with her arms crossed resulting in her enormous boobs being pushed together. She caught Brandon staring and realized that the bulge in his shorts was growing ever so slightly. The thoughts of seeing his penis crept back inside so her motherly instincts kicked in. "I'm very sorry Brandon but I can't. Do you even realize what you're asking? It's sick! I can't imagine the pain you're in right now, but there's a line a mother should never cross. I want you to keep thinking of other ways and that's that. I'm going upstairs to hit the hay, goodnight. I love you." She kissed the top of his forehead and headed upstairs.
"Fuck." Brandon whispered to himself. A huge part of him regrets bringing it up to her. She's right. No matter the context, any mother shouldn't do that for her son. He went upstairs to lay on his bed naked. He attempted to jerk off for about ten minutes, but nothing. 'I guess I'll have to suffer through this pain until my hands heal.' He drifted asleep visualizing his mom's heavy breasts being squished under her crossed arms, without putting his underwear back on.
Emily spent most of the night thinking of ways to help her son. She considered bringing him into the hospital she works at, but the conversation that would have to happen made her extremely uncomfortable, so she ruled it out entirely. She knew she would have to endure the pain of seeing her son suffer until he figures out a way to release himself. Emily fell asleep thinking of the glorious penis of Brandon's dad. The penis that made her precious son. The penis that she misses every single time she gets horny. "The penis." She softly cooed as she drifted asleep.
Emily woke up with a strange feeling lingering throughout her body. The sensation resembled what it would feel like waking up after a great night of sex, but missing something. She concluded that it was from having a sexual dream or two, about Brandon's father.
The sexy MILF put her long dark brunette hair in a messy ponytail, chugged her water bottle, then walked towards Brandon's room. She felt bad about how assertive she was last night so she stood outside his door for a few moments. She played with the bottle cap preparing for what she would say about their awkward conversation.
Emily quietly knocked two times. "Brandon baby, I'm coming in." Brandon's room is on the smaller side, with the bed frame alongside the middle of the left wall when you walk in. He has a desk on the far side to his left, with a monitor and PC where he would play video games and do homework. There are posters across every wall. This has been her baby boy's room his whole life. Nothing could have prepared her for what she would see next.
Brandon's penis stood fully erect at a 45 degree angle towards his chest. The covers were not covering anything besides half of his left leg. It looked monstrous. Emily's mouth spread wide open in complete and utter shock. "Oh my fucking god." She stated under her breath. She never would have thought her son would be strapped with such a massive tool. She has been a decent enough mother to know that mother's don't think about their sons penis's, at least up to this point. She stood frozen at the door for about 30 seconds not knowing what to do or think. She felt relieved Brandon didn't wake up. Her eyes didn't leave the genetic miracle that she created herself. That must be a foot long. She thought to herself. She was correct, Brandon's penis stood at a mighty eleven and a half inches when fully erect.
Emily slowly stepped closer, needing to get a closer look. She gently mumbled "Jesus Christ" to herself. Her eyes quickly adjusted to Brandon's balls. Emily's left hand shot up to her mouth while she gasped. She couldn't see them before because of the angle, but their conversation last night started to make more sense to her.
His balls were even more massive in proportion to his penis. They hung all the way down making contact with his bed. They would hang even lower if the bed wasn't there. There were veins as distinct as the ones on his shaft. His testicles were also a darker shade than his shaft, a reddish/purple coloration. They seemed swollen, yet they hung so low with so much excess skin. She immediately thought of what it would feel like to do as he requested; to hold those giant orbs. She truly couldn't believe what she was seeing. Especially after her 'wet' dream last night. Her vagina began to moisten with butterflies in her stomach. What laid in front of her was the most perfectly sculpted male genitalia. It was almost scary the sheer size and girth Brandon obtained. The purple bulbous tip of his cock looked angry. It's definitively larger than his father's which was the biggest she'd ever seen. So many thoughts were racing through her head at this moment. Brandon recently just shaved so it looked as strong, young, and powerful as ever.
Emily took her left hand off her mouth, replacing it with nervously biting her bottle cap. She slowly brushed the fabric of her panties outside her vagina. She was soaked. Realizing how absurd the setting she found herself in, she quickly stopped touching herself. By doing so she accidentally dropping her water bottle in the process. It fell directly onto Brandon's right injured hand.
Brandon woke up to his mom apologizing and stood over him to his right. He's still half asleep, so he brushed his eyes with his left hand and came to his senses. "I'm so so so so sorry sweetie, did that hurt?" "Did what hurt?" "I accidentally dropped my water bottle on your cast. So you're fine?" "Yes Mom I didn't feel anything." Brandon glanced down towards his hand and realized he was emitting a raging hard on, right in front of his mom. "Oh shit." He quickly pulled the sheets near his feet over the lower half of his body. "It's okay Brandon." The tempted mother grabbed his arm and pulled the sheets back down. "Um, Mom? What're you doing?" Frantically thinking of an explanation, she finally spoke. "I have to... um...examine your testicles sweetie. I can see why you're in so much pain, they're significantly swollen at the moment." "I told you Mom," Brandon slyly grinned.
'How long was she in the room before I woke up? Was she starting at my dick?' He had so many questions and couldn't get his thoughts together. His insanely hot mom is having a conversation with him while his fully erected penis is out like it's nothing. He couldn't believe it.
Emily was in just as much shock as her son. She did not plan on waking her son up like this. The overwhelming scent of her son's beautiful penis was too much. She had to continue whatever this was. The overzealous mother had no specific goal or objective, only to resume looking at Brandon's penis and testicles. Although, she did find some justification in what she was about to do.
Brandon's testicles looked extremely unnatural so she thought it wouldn't hurt to feel around for lumps or any abnormalities. She is a nurse after all, so this isn't the first pair of testicles she's felt up, but certainly the largest. The only thing that made the sexually aroused mother hesitant was the fact that fondling Brandon's balls was considered a prerequisite for him to ejaculate. Oh, and that they were related. She decided she was going to store those details in the back of her mind.
"I'm gonna perform a physical exam on your testicles sweetie. Just like I do with other patients. This is purely for the benefit of your health. Got it?"
Yes ma'am." Brandon looked up to the ceiling in disbelief. 'My own Mom is about to voluntarily touch my balls after I was denied that very action last night? What the fuck is happening?'
Emily extended her right hand and softly wrapped her fingers around Brandon's left testicle. She couldn't hold both of them at the same time. She placed her index and middle fingers under the weight of her son's testicle and her thumb on top. She then gently rolled them around feeling for any subtle changes. Emily didn't say a word up to this point. She was hypnotized by how laughably large it looked in her tiny hand. It took up her entire palm for one testicle. The texture felt so soft, yet they were so firm. "Hmm okay, next." She eagerly began the same process on his right one. Brandon was startled by his mother's initiative along with the sensation of her warm hand. He cleared his throat, partially sounding like a cough.
'I'm losing it. I want to cum so bad. Did Mom forget that I told her I need to hold my balls when I cum? Wouldn't she know that this would turn me on?' After another ten seconds of her caressing his right testicle, pre cum dribbled down Brandon's cock slowly onto his stomach. There was so much that it eventually formed a small cum puddle in his belly button.
Emily noticed. She pretended not to see and squinted at her son's balls while she subconsciously bit her lower lip. Emily finally released her son's XXL testicle after what felt like ages. "Okay Son, there seems to be nothing wrong with your testicles. They are just very.. very full, I guess." She said timidly. "Mom, I'm sorry to bring it up again, but since you've seen and felt them, don't you think I need to...ejaculate?" "Are you suggesting that I hold them for you while you masturbate?" Emily's pussy tingled hearing her say that out loud. Brandon's enormous cock twitched at the same time. "Only if it's okay with you Mom. I just think that because you've already touched them, it would be easier for you." "I did it for a medical reason though honey. What you're asking me to do now is very wrong." "How is it so different though?" He pleaded. "It's not like you're the one jerking me off?"
At this point Emily wasn't surprised her pussy reacted to Brandon saying that. She was even more curious as to how his thick, gigantic cock would feel in her small, delicate hands. "You yourself said my balls are really swollen. They hurt so much Mom. Please." Emily believed how sincere her son was being. If what her ex fiancé told her was true about his balls hurting after one day, she couldn't imagine what he would have acted like after two weeks.
Brandon watched his mother stand over him for a few seconds, looking very conflicted. 'I need to convince her somehow. Literally nothing is more important than busting a nut right now. Ever since I learned how to wank I have never went this long without releasing. I know for a fact it will be the largest load up to this point of my life.' Knowing that his drop dead gorgeous mom would be the one holding his balls while he fapped, had him over the moon excited.
He carefully explained to his mother, "I told you last night you don't have to look. It'll be like you're not even here, just your hand. I know it's a really really weird thing to ask any mother, but I wouldn't ask you if I didn't think it was necessary. If you decide not to it's fine, I'll love you either way."
Emilys heart melted. Even though her own son is the owner of the largest penis she's ever seen, he's still her baby. She was now confident even a situation like this wouldn't be enough to permanently effect their relationship.
Although it seems like Emily is internally conflicted, she made the decision to hold her son's balls the moment she set eyes on it. He was right, she thought. 'I already did it, why not do it while he tugs his beautiful monster cock.' She subtly licked her lips.
"Fine. I'll do this for you. But only this ONE time. It better be quick and I'm not going to look." She felt the need to remain stern during this out of body experience. She wondered if herself or Brandon was looking forward to this more.
"Thanks Mom. I swear I'll make it up to you." Brandon said ecstatically. "You better." Emily stepped closer to the bed, reached out her right hand, and grabbed her son's left testicle off his silky sheets. Again. His balls were still sagging so the other one remained flat on the bed. This time she didn't want to move her hand around since it technically wasn't for medical purposes.
'She did it.' He thought to himself as he lifted his monstrous dick with his left hand and pointed it to the ceiling. "Okay mom, I'm gonna start now." She didn't say anything and turned her head to the wall across from him. He had almost forgot what it felt like to have his balls held while jacking off. He had a couple of his other girlfriends do it for him. They didn't think it was weird because of the size of them. The fact that it's his own mother doing it makes this the craziest set of circumstances he's ever been apart of. 'I know she told me to be quick, but I want to savor this moment.' Brandon slowly started to stroke his dick with the pre cum he already formed. He creates enough pre cum to use it as lube.
The shlicking sounds were getting louder the faster he went. Emily obviously noticed. "Are you doing okay Brandon? Do you want me to hold your other one?" 'I didn't even have to ask her, I'm so fucking lucky.' "Sure Mom, that would be amazing." As he pumped his hand the entire length of his shaft. He told her she didn't have to look, but she didn't say anything about not looking at her. And that's what he did. His mom's curvy figure stands out even in a baggy plain white tee. Of course her tits do the same. They hung so low he couldn't make out exactly where her nipples were.
After about thirty seconds he asked, "Do you think you could..um...do the same thing you did before and feel them with your fingers?" Emily turned her head and looked at the dirty scene presented directly in front of her. It was a quick glance towards Brandon's now glossy penis, then back up to his face. "Do you think that's necessary? I thought you said you only need me to hold them." Emily tried her best not to look down. She noticed that he didn't stop pumping his horse cock while they were talking. "I know but I usually caress them while I hold them. I'm sorry mom it's just a habit I've formed." She didn't feel the need to pretend to ponder her decision again. "Okay honey. But I'll have to look at them if I do this. I don't want to accidentally damage them further." She knew it was just an excuse to behold the sight of her son's colossal penis smeared with pre cum. The shininess made it too irresistible not to look.
"You're the best, Mom. Seriously. I love you for this." Brandon looked up to his mom while grinning. "I love you too baby. But honey, please don't look at me while you do this, don't you need porn or something to masturbate?" She asked nervously. "Well usually I do I guess, but since...not to sound weird...since another women is holding my balls its definitely enough for me." "Even if it's your mother?" She asked as she unintentionally looked directly at the humongous penis being stroked by her own son. "You said it yourself, Mom. This is purely for medical reasons. This wouldn't be happening if I didn't break my hand." He sped up his strokes even more. He also deliberately made it louder by squeezing every time he made the journey from the base of his shaft all the way up to the tip of his penis.
"You're right." Emily began the process similar to the physical exam she just gave him. Although this time she was more purposeful. The objective now is to give her son physical stimulation, not examine for health concerns. She accepted the challenge and fondled her son's immense balls with no hesitation. She gently squeezed, caressed and massaged the huge pear sized testicles.
After about thirty seconds of thorough fondling, she was now switching balls from time to time. The lewd mother felt disappointed she couldn't hold both her son's testicles at the same time. Despite that, she found it thrilling the way they felt in her hand. It was unlike any other she has ever touched, including his father's.
Emily didn't take her eyes off Brandon's swollen balls while he vigorously stroked his shaft. She occasionally glanced up to check out the behemoth, but made sure he didn't catch her. After another minute or so, she noticed the texture slightly stiffened. His balls were so large that they still dangled on the bed when she let go of one.
"Keep doing that, Mom. I'm close." She would've thought she would tell him to not say stuff like that to her, but it just made her wetter. She needed to see how much semen was actually stored within her son's cum bags. Brandon furiously stroked his penis while gawking at the outline of his mother's swaying tits. Emily didn't even notice him staring at her because she was busy studying the anatomy of his magnificent balls. The busty mother continued to fixate upon the warm droopy nutsack. At this moment she was clearly playing with his nuts that could only be described in a sexual manner. They began to stiff even more, but his fat testicles still remained hanging lower than she expected, which pleased her. She knew what was about to happen.
Emily's eyes shifted towards her son's penis to witness this overwhelming display of lust. "Okay baby just let it go, try to get it on your stomach." She knew it wouldn't just land on his stomach. She was hoping some found its way to her hand. Brandon found it insane that his mom just referred to his cum while encouraging him to nut.
The hung son stretched his legs fully, slightly arched his back, and began to erupt copious amounts of cum. "Ahhhhh, fuck I'm cumming Mom." It started with tiny squirts of cum leaking out of the tip for a few seconds, then bursted out like a hose. The first five shots were so powerful and thick, it reached a solid two feet above Emily's head. Some of it splashed on her right arm that she's currently using to cup her son's now deflating balls. "Oh shit. I'm sorry Mom. I can't stop." In response Brandon adjusted his cock towards himself and the next six or seven cumshots splattered onto his bed frame behind him, his hair, and chest. Realizing that also was a bad decision, he sat up a little bit and pointed his eleven inch cock forward. As Brandon adjusted his position, the astonished mother willingly followed his movement with her hand, maintaining her grip onto his ballsack tightly. She was much more aggressive in squeezing them during his orgasm, making sure her son could feel every inch of her soft hand. As Brandon kept cumming onto the bed sheet, Emily had to say something. "Oh my goodness Brandon! How much do you have?" Brandon proceeded to cum for another twelve seconds or so with each spurt being slightly less than the last. Overall it lasted nearly thirty seconds. The dazed mother didn't stop caressing her son's balls for the complete duration.
When she recognized Brandon had stopped cumming completely, she stopped moving her hand. A couple seconds later she made direct eye contact with Brandon. It felt passionate because they didn't look at each other for the entirety of his orgasm. The soaking wet mother continued to stare into her son's eyes, then consciously squeezed his left testicle one more time as if she was attempting to juice a lemon. Her expression was very serious, like she was bluffing a poker hand.
The unexpected teasing of his mom almost made Brandon lose consciousness. He threw his head back onto his pillow. His body slumped while extending both his arms out to each side. His breathing was heavy following the most intense and profound orgasm he's ever had. There was cum everywhere. Every square inch of his torso was painted with spunk. So much so that it started leaking off his chiseled body onto his bed sheets. The excessive amount obviously shocked Emily, but the thickness and potent white color was what impressed her the most. She never sees semen so stout and abundant. Especially since all of the men she gets with are much older than Brandon.
The delirious son looked up to view his beautiful mother inspecting the load he just sprayed everywhere. She was at a loss for words for a brief moment. "Honestly baby, I apologize for not considering this last night. You just released so much semen it could probably fill half a gallon. I can't imagine how much you've been suffering." She said as she held her son's broken fingers with her left hand. "Thank you so much Mom, I feel so much better. I seriously can't thank you enough. And mom?" "Yes sweetie?" "You can let go of my balls now." Realizing her hand was still indeed holding his left testicle, she quickly let go with an embarrassed expression. "Oops, sorry sweetie. I'll get you a towel to clean this mess up. Don't move."
Emily rushed to the bathroom, grabbed a towel and looked at her cum covered arm. She began to wipe it off, but stopped. She put it closer to her face and sniffed the creamy liquid. The irrationally horny mother reluctantly moved the tip of her tongue onto her cum engulfed forearm. The taste was indescribable to her. Her entire body was on fire. Emily lifted her shirt up to see her light blue colored panties drenched. She immediately stuck her entire tongue out to lick all of the gooey cum that was left on her arm. She swallowed it all. "Mom? Everything okay?" Her son cried out. Emily jolted back to his room to clean the fountain of cum she just witnessed first hand.
Emily was once again startled by her son's weapon. It was still fully erect as it was ten minutes ago. "Oh baby, you're still hard?" She asked anxiously. "Sorry, sometimes it does this. I'll be okay though." She handed the towel to her son. "Okay sweetheart, but remember this was a one time thing. Your balls- I mean testicles, should be completely empty after that. Understand mister?" "Yes ma'am."
Brandon felt sad that this could be the only time he nuts until his cast gets removed. He was still optimistic given that she was more than willing to do what he asked. She also went above and beyond when playing with his balls. A part of him knew that she enjoyed it on some level. Thanks to this realization, he wanted to pry a bit more.
As he was wiping the towel across his cum coated chest, "Actually Mom, before my injury, I used to do this daily. If I didn't, it would start to hurt." "Daily?" She thought back to what his father said. After what just occurred, she believed him. "Yeah, I know it sounds crazy to ask you to do it everyday, but you don't know how much it would help me. I'm not bullshitting you either, I'm being honest when I say it starts to swell." "Don't swear Brandon. But I'll have to think about it. I hope you realize how much you're asking from me." "I know I know, and again I'm sorry for all of this happening. Thank you for even considering this." He said with a bright smile. "Don't worry about it sweetie. Here, you got some in your hair." She took the clean side of the towel and wiped the cum that somehow reached the top of his head. While the towel was blocking his vision, she took the short time to gaze upon his godlike penis.
"Okay, I think we're finished here. Im gonna take a shower and make breakfast. Do you want eggs?" "Sure. I'll be in after you then I'll come down." "Oh wow how rude of me. I almost forgot you're covered in your sperm. You go first honey, I'll start your breakfast." "Thanks Mom." As Brandon stood up, his angry purple head pointed straight at her. Emily couldn't help but look for a second. She muttered "Oh my..." silently, then walked out.
Emily was left dumbfounded. She thought she was in a dream. Just last night, she dreamt about the most perfect penis from her past. Today, she discovered one even more marvelous, and it belonged to her dearest son.
On the contrary, Brandon was left with similar infatuations. He couldn't wrap his head around his mom watching him cum after she claimed she wasn't going to. The image of her looking straight at him while squeezing his balls was burned deep into his brain. He decided he was going to spend the whole day thinking of ways to convince his mother to go even further.