Too Much love.
Chapter 2
(Fb, bdsm, humil, incest).

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Helen sighed as she bathed Beth again trying to loosen the white mess that covered her hair and trailed down the 7 year olds body. Typical she thought Beth had only just started taking responsibility for her own bathing and Ed had to pull one of his little pranks.
It had been over 2 months since she had beaten the boy’s testicles and ever since he had been on his best behaviour. Of course his best behaviour meant just being a naughty boy, but that was still an improvement from being a terrorist in training. It was child’s play any time Ed played up she only had to threaten a visit by her hand to his dangly bits and he would behave. Of course it would not last, as witnessed by the state of Beth in the bath.
She scrubbed furiously at the girls scalp ignoring the complaints. Unfortunately the paste would not come off. There was no alternative she sighed as turned to the bathroom cabinet and picked up a pair of scissors.
If Helen had been honest she would have admitted to have being quite impressed by her sons prank. Sneaking into the bathroom and replacing his younger sisters shower gel with sticky paste was inspired. The problem was the paste was so strong that Beth’s pretty curly locks would have to be shorn from her. Beth began crying as she saw the scissors knowing what was going to happen.

Ed swaggered into the kitchen through the back door kicking his trainers off as he went. He stopped as he saw his mother sitting at the kitchen table arms folded staring at him her eyes furrowed. Ed was not particularly smart but given that next to his mom sat Beth sporting the worst haircut in the world, he could guess what had happened.
“Is there a problem?” he brazened out as he pulled the door shut behind him.
“Do you have something you want to tell me?”
Ed shook his hand adopting an air of indifference as he poured a glass of water.
“Something to do with messing with your sisters shower gel perhaps?” Helen continued her tone still friendly and open.
“No mom nothing to do with me.” Ed made to leave the room but his mother gave him a look to stop. A few months ago he would have ignored such a look, but no while he was not bright he wasn’t stupid wither, he stopped and stared at his mom and then to Beth.
“Let’s see then Ed. I am sitting quietly while you sister has a shower. I hear a scream and rushing upstairs I find your sister coated in a thick white paste. A thick white paste that coated her from top to bottom. A thick white paste that could not be washed out of her hair” Helen paused and looked at Beth who glowered at her brother eyes still puffy from crying.
“Nothing to do with me.” Ed lied internally smirking at how well his prank had worked knowing that there was absolutely no proof tying him to the paste.
“Nothing to do with you. Let me think. There are only 4 people in this house. I know I did not do it and I doubt Beth played the trick on herself.  Amy, no not her style I don’t think she could be so horrible to her little sister. That leaves..well.well..well.. that leaves little old you.” Helen looked coldly at the boy.
“Can’t prove nuthin….” Ed grunted standing and making to leave.
Helen stood and caught her son by the hand.
“Quite true I can’t prove it was you. But you forget I’m your mother not a judge” she snapped anger flaring.
“Let go your hurting me.” Ed whined his arm whitening under the pressing fingers of his mother.
“Come with me NOW.” She snapped pulling the boy after her, you too sweetie.” she added to Beth.

Ad whined and wheedled as his mother pulled him all the way up the stairs as she led him into the family bathroom. Pushing Ed so he fell back sitting on the toilet she turned and allowing Beth to pass her clicked the small lock on the door before turning to her son.
“Edward I know you played that trick on your sister. Your right I can’t prove it but then I don’t have too.” She turned to Beth who now looked exultant confident that she would see her brother punished for his nasty trick on her.
“Beth it was your hair his little trick cost so I think he should lose some of his, fairs fair.”
Ed put a hand on his hair by reflex before realising he did not really fear being given a haircut. Even one as bad as his sister often wore. His hand came down as he felt more comfortable with his fate.

“Beth look in my drawer and fetch the pink tube in there.” She commanded not taking her eyes of Ed “You can take those clothes off why we are waiting.” She added to Ed.

Ed complied reluctantly not keen on being naked once more in front of his mom and little sister. He remembered the humiliation and pain from a few months ago when his balls were spanked in public, an experience he really hoped never to experience. Since then nothing had been said about those events. His mother was more domineering not brooking any insolence from him or the girls, they too sensing the new found confidence of their mother. But despite this change he was still given privacy to wash, a room where he could be alone, and hugged when he needed it.
However he knew that close to his mother surface was an edge, an edge that his stupid prank had brought sharply back once more to the surface. Knowing this he did not argue but instead stripped his hands reflexively cupping his penis and balls.
He watched as his mother took the pink tube from Beth nodding her thanks, he did not know what was in the tube but suspected it was some form of shampoo that she was going to wet his hair with before she cut it.
“Move those.”
Ed slowly moved his hands away from his testicles ignoring the giggle from his sister exposing his penis and testicles to his mother’s gaze.
“Hmmm it seems you have grown a bit even in the last 2 months. I do believe I see a few more hairs than you had last time. Hopefully your pee-pee will show a similar growth spurt soon.” She added archly aware that she needed to put her son in his place if his behaviour was to continue to improve.
She ignored her son’s sullen glare of anger at her remark and flipped the lid of the tube she held. Pouring a large gloop of Nair her nose wrinkling at the strongly chemical smell the hair removal cream gave off.
She had come up with this plan when she was washing and cutting the hair of her daughter. She knew a girls hair was far more important to her than a boys was. She had considered dishing out a special spanking again but it was just a prank after all. A prank that went badly wrong admittedly but she did not want to hurt her son badly for a relatively minor indiscretion. Still he needed to be brought down a peg or two.
She remembered the Nair in her drawer as she washed Beth. She had undressed and joined her before her clothes got thoroughly soaked and noticed that the hairs on her legs really needed doing again. Then it hit her. While a boy may not care about the hair on his head, the hair on his manhood? Now that was something that teen boys were very interested in and proud of. She discounted saving the boy down there not wanting to take the chance of using a razor on a struggling child. She wanted to help her boy become a man; accidentally cutting a couple of important bits off of him would king of defeat that purpose. Hair removal cream though was an alternative with no risk of accidental guts or nicks.

Ed was confused as his mother approached him hand held low rather than approaching his head. He yelped in surprise and at the feel of the cold lotion as his mother slapped it on his groin just above his penis.
Helen ignored Ed’s protests as she began to massage the lotion thoroughly into his groin ensuring that every square inch of his balls and penis was coated with the thick cream. It was perhaps overkill as her son had only grown a few hairs but she knew how deeply it shamed the boy to have his mother touch and massage him ‘there’.
She was shocked as she felt her son harden as she massaged him. She still thought of him as a little boy and to feel that physical reality of his growing maturity stopped her for a moment. She stepped back the realisation of what she had done hitting her. 
Her nerve almost failed her as she looked at Ed his willy poking up like a little stick of rock. Beth though saved both her and Ed’s future. 
A loud laugh burst from the girls lips as she saw her brothers thingy poking up coated in pink slime. Helen had an epiphany at the sound of her daughter’s laughter. First there was the burst of relief that her daughter was recovering from the trauma of losing her hair. But also the realisation that she had been looking at her son as a sexual being, and not just as one of her children. She was his mother, to her he was not a sexual being he was just her son. She could remember Ed as a baby when he would giggle and touch his little thingy when she changed his diaper. There was nothing sexual in that it was just exploration. This was exactly the same; of course he got hard he was a teen boy who just had his willy touched. A purely physical reaction that should not stop her finishing his punishment.

“What are you laughing at Beth?” she asked mildly to which Beth immediately stopped and shrunk back fearing that she may be in trouble.
Putting a comforting arm around the girl Helen drew her forward reassuring her that she was not in trouble.
“His thingy is pointing up.”
“It’s called a penis dear do you want to have a closer look?” Helen asked ignoring Ed’s gasp of horror.
“No it’s icky.” Beth declared backing away.

Helen laughed at the look on the girls face before turning back to Ed.

“Now Edward that cream will remove all your nasty little hairs down there, not that you had many to start with.”

Ed’s face dropped in realisation at what was happening to him his hand flying down to wipe the pink chemical smelling gloop off of him. His mother quickly slapped his hand away and snapped at him to behave or ‘else’.
Ed paused caught between not antagonising his mother more, and knowing the ridicule that he would face in the showers at school were he to become hairless once more down there. There was only one choice he could make in truth. The bullies at school were a long way away, and his mother was here a mere foot from his naked body, and in no mood for any trouble. Sighing his hand pulled away and he tried to form a mental picture of a happier place as he stood there open to the eyes of his sister and mother.
“Mom why haven’t you coated all his pee-pee with the stuff?” Beth asked.
Helen looked at her quizzically.
“That bit under his skin” Beth clarified, “The head...You know the darker bit.” She finished blushing a little realising what she was discussing with her mother.
“That’s not necessary Beth nobody has any hair there to remove.”
“But isn’t this a punishment for what he did to my hair” Beth queried anxious to extend her brothers pain just a little further, “and he did get that paste all over me” she added with one final little twist of the knife.

Helen thought that this was going a bit far but then…. This was really about humiliation so perhaps… Well why not she finally convinced herself, it’s not going to hurt anyone.

Agreeing she warned Ed to remain still and with thumb and forefinger pulled back the foreskin. To her surprise it only exposed the very tip the boy’s foreskin reluctant to fully retract. Using the tip of her finger she massaged some more Nair onto the boy’s urethra which just showed. Then using slightly more force and the lubricating effect of the cream she pulled the skin back finally exposing the entire head to the air.

Ed whined as he felt a tearing pain in his willy. Not serious but still painful. His mother to no one’s surprise did not care simply telling him not to be a baby as she liberally smeared the cream onto his ultra-sensitive head and glans before finally realising her pincer like grip allowing the skin to slide slickly back over Ed’s penis.

After this final humiliation of her brother Beth quickly became bored. She had seen her brother naked before and he been humiliated enough. Well humiliated as much as their mother would allow any way. So after giving her mother a quick peck on the cheek and poking her tongue out at Ed, Beth slipped away to watch TV. 
As Beth left Ed felt a small smile of relief. While he was still naked his bits coated in pink ‘Nair’, all in all things could have been worse the cream did not really hurt and his mother had seen him nude before. Perhaps his punishment would not be so bad and would all be over in a few more minutes.

“Right Ed time too….” Helen stopped as the ring of the telephone interrupted her before turning as she heard Beth run to answer it.
“Right where was I? Oh yes we need to get cream off can’t keep it on there too long….”
“MOOOOMMMM” Beth’s voiced echoed around the house like a foghorn “its Nanny says she needs to speak to you urgently.” The girl called up the stairs.

Helen dithered for a second wondering why her mother would be calling her. Perhaps it was about Dad’s test results. That must be it she decided caught between dealing with her son and her mother.
“Stay here Ed and don’t move” she squinted sternly at the boy who did not reply; “I’’ take this call and then come up to deal with you.”

Without waiting for an answer Helen turned and left leaving Ed alone. He stood still looking out of the open bathroom door before edging to the door and noting that his mother had made it downstairs judged it safe to softly pull the door too to allow him a modicum of privacy. No reason to remain exposed why he waited after all. Smiling at his little victory Ed perched his buttocks on the cold edge of the bath and waited for his mother to return.

Helen sat on the chair next to the phone and listened as her mother updated her on her father medical tests. Helen was still there 20 minutes, as her mother rabbited on,  later as Amy entered and waving at her mom went upstairs to change.
With a bundle of fresh clothes in hand she nudged the door to the bathroom door and entered.
“Ewwwwww, what the hell are you doing?????” Amy squealed in surprise as her brothers naked form writhed on the floor. Her anger vanished as she saw the look of agony on her brother’s face as tears streaked down his cheeks uncontrollably.

“Mom..Mommm….MOMMM” Amy’s voice became more and more hysterical as Ed refused to stop his cries.
“Oh shit!” Helen remembered instantly how she had left her son and without thinking slammed the phone down and ran upstairs. Thoughts of child protection visits and trips to hospitals flooded her brain. She knew that the hair removal cream should only be applied for 5 minutes tops, and she had left it on Ed for ½ an hour, and she had applied it on his….Oh God.
Entering the bathroom she pulled Amy out of the way telling her to get a wet flannel and knelt by her son. Her heart broke as she saw the pain he was in as she pulled his hands away from his groin. She stifled a gasp as she saw the red raw state of her son’s testicles and penis.
Knowing full well that the cream should have been removed after at most 5 minutes, she took the flannel from Amy and tried to wipe the remnants of the cream off her son. Too far gone in pain Ed flapped wildly at his mother’s touch, which although gentle, felt like lances of fire into his skin. 

All had been well for a few minutes after his mother had left him alone, he had even began to feel like he had got away with his prank, as he sat there. Then the burn started. At first it was nothing more than a tingle, but it built and built little by little until he felt as if someone had done a Chinese burn on his willy. Not caring that he may get into trouble he determined to wipe the pink smelly stuff off of him.
Standing on tip toes he hooked his small testicles over the rim of the wash basin and turned on the cold tap. Taking a cloth he wetted it and began cleaning himself. He willy, not huge to start with, shrank at the touch of the cold water but Ed did not care the feel of the cool water was bliss easing the pain of the burn of his bits. 
Easing the burn? That’s not right Ed mused, then it struck him the pain was not going even after he had wiped the majority of the stuff off of him.
Perhaps it was the cream his mother had coated the inside of his foreskin he hoped. Pulling gently back on the head he peeled his foreskin back exposing his sensitive skin to the air. With his free hand he cleansed the cream off, stifling a groan of pleasure at the feel of the sensation. Once clean he allowed the skin to glide back up and over his glans and concentrated.
For a moment he thought it had worked but then the burn came back this time worse than ever. Snarling he went to step back from the basin. Unfortunately his foot slipped as he stepped back. Falling he wrenched his ball bag as it snapped free from the basin bouncing up and down wildly. Stars flashed as he fell hard on his bottom. The bruise on his bottom and burn on his willy forgotten overwhelmed as it was by the agony in his balls.
Eventually the burn began to increase once more. Despite the pain Ed tried to stand but failed his head swimming as the pain broke him causing his to slump down onto the floor.

“Mom, Mom should I call an ambulance.” Amy wailed scared at the sight of her brother.
“No. No. It will alright. It will be alright.” Helen answered barely keeping the panic from her voice. She knew that there was no way she could explain the state of her son’s penis and testicles to Social Services, the Doctor let alone the Police. God not the police Helen almost wailed. 
“No don’t call an ambulance it will alright. Get a bowl of water from the kitchen fill it with ice and I’ll carry Ed to his room. Quickly know.”
Amy nodded her eyes frightened as she looked down at her younger brother her eyes locking on his boy bits now a bright painful looking pink in colour.

Helen knowing that she would lose Ed, and possibly the girls, if the authorities became involved lifted her son and hefted the crying boy to his bed.

Straining under the boys weight she managed due to the adrenalin burst of fear coursing through her to carry Ed into his room and lay him on the bed. Ed moaned and twitched but failed to respond as Helen called his name and stroked his forehead. His penis and ball sack was now a bright red, standing in stark contrast to the whiteness of his other skin.
Helen knew the signs of a chemical burn when she saw it, a victim of one to many too severe Brazilian waxes herself in her youth. The skin though would heal, no what she was concerned about was any more permanent damage.

She was no expert in the male anatomy but she knew that the male’s bits were fragile, especially when they were still developing. Helen knew what she had to do even if the thought itself was but a few moments ago unthinkable,

Her thoughts were interrupted by the return of Amy with the bowl of water. Motioning her to place it on a side she closed the door to the room and turned to look at Amy.
“Amy I need your help. Ed is in a lot of pain and we need to trend to his injuries. You’ll help me want you?”

Amy looked at her mother and then at Ed, in truth she wanted nothing more than to run and get away from here. She loved her brother, and hated him at times, but she would do anything for him so despite her feelings she simply nodded.

“Good girl. Now I’m going to bathe his wounds…” Helen paused before continuing “And then I need to do something just to ensure nothing has been hurt internally.
What I need you to do is to hold Ed still because when I start he may struggle, but you need to be brave and hold him, can you do that? Good girl.”
As Amy took hold of Ed’s arms Helen took the cold cloth and approached her son. She knew that Ed would struggle, struggle a lot when she started. It would hurt but it was necessary. Aware that Ed’s legs would undoubtedly kick out Helen decided that it would best to straddle them. She needed her hands and Amy was busy with Ed’s arms. For a moment she considered asking Beth to come up and help but swiftly discounted that plan. Beth was too small and Helen really didn’t want her to see what was going to happen. Amy was older and would know what was happening, although she damn well better not have any direct experience Helen thought angrily before mentally slapping herself and telling herself to concentrate on the matter in hand.

Easing a leg over her sons thin legs she gently lowered her weight pinioning them firmly to the mattress below. Taking the cold cloth she gingerly began dabbing the red raw penis.

Ed moaned at the touch of the cold flannel, not in pain, but in blessed relief. His penis felt as if someone had poured boiling water on it. As his mother dabbed he remembered the time when he was 5 years old and spilt hot chocolate on his hand. The pain then had been bad, he screamed and sobbed unashamedly as his hand swelled and burnt. Yet compared to the pain in his bits that was as nothing, today for the first time in his young life he knew what true pain was.
Ed sensed something, a change in the air, a change in the movement of his mother’s hand. She had dabbed away all over his groin, everywhere the horrid pink cream had burnt him, and it felt nice. But his mom had now wrapped the cool cloth around his willy and was pulling it up and down; almost as if she was…no she was just cleaning him that was all.
Helen could not believe what she was doing but she had no choice. She had to know, she had to know that her son was still capable, she could not live with herself if she had permanently harmed him that way. She had only intended to embarrass the boy by removing his hair, not to cause him such damage.
Steeling herself she began to slowly move her hand up and down Ed’s shaft slowly retracting and releasing the boys inflamed foreskin. She ignored the groan from her son not knowing, and not caring, whether it was ain or pleasure. The gasp of realisation of what she was doing that came from Amy almost caused her to stop, but this was not a sexual act, this was a medical test.
Helen did make a mental note to speak to Amy about her easily she recognised what her mother was doing. She should not have realised quite so quickly, Helen wondered what experience her daughter may have, but that was a worry for another day.

She quickened her hand causing Ed to scream in pain as thrash about. Barking an order at Amy to hold him still she did not relent but continued to pump her hand up and down.

Ed writhed in agony as his mother wanked him. Initially he just thought she was cleaning him but her actions soon went beyond that, and became an action that every young boy was intimately aware of.
Even if he was not in great pain he would have been horrified at the thought as his mom doing that to him, not even taking into account that his big sister was in the room. But given the state of willy was in the handjob was agony. It felt like a layer of skin was being scraped off by a cheese grater with each stroke. There was no pleasure just pain and humiliation.
“Mooommmm stop it hurts, stop, pleasseeee, stop…” he bubbled into incoherence as his mom ignored him and the pain overwhelmed him.
“Mom what are you doing.” Amy was horrified; she knew what her mother was doing. Not that she had done or even seen it herself yet teenage girls talked, and Tracey a ‘precocious’ friend of hers had explained such things to her in great detail.

“Quiet” Helen snapped almost spitting in Amy’s face, “Your brother may have been really hurt by that cream. I have to check that he is still capable of…..performing.” because if he isn’t I don’t know what will happen she silently added.
“So do you understand?” Helen softly added a pleading look crossing her face.

“Amy nodded mutely, she too could see the state of Ed’s bits and to her eye she could understand her mother’s concern. The thought of being in the room as her brother ‘came; was disgusting to her. She knew he had done it, seeing her brother in the shower one morning. Fortunately he had not seen her, occupied by the matter in hand so to speak; and Amy demonstrating an unusual sense of sensitivity simply moved away quietly pretending that she had seen nothing.

Helen breathed a sigh of relief as Amy strengthened her hold on her brother pinning his writhing body to the bed more firmly. Helen noted that Amy was now looking directly at her brother’s penis as she continued to stroke him.

The end was approaching Helen noted as Ed’s penis throbbed. Her wanking had only gone on for a minute at most, yet her son was a young boy and despite the rawness of his penis that meant only one thing.

Ed stopped writhing and convulsed once as his penis spurted a small stream of white cum. His mother did not stop as a second smaller dribble followed simply massaging the sticky sperm into the shaft of the penis.

Satisfied that despite the redness, despite the pain that Ed did not appear to have suffered permanent damage, at least in ‘that way’ Helen stopped. A tear appeared in her eye and she moved to wipe it away until she realised that her sons cum had coated her hand as well, instead she used the back of her hand to wipe her eyes and pulled a tissue from her pocket and wiped her had clean.

She leant over Ed who appeared barely conscious the pain and the orgasm seeming too much for him to process. Leaning down she kissed him tenderly on the forehead.
“I’m sorry I had to do that Eddie, but I had to check that you were OK. You understand don’t you?” she almost pleaded.
Ed did not respond so Helen with a sigh stood up and picking up the duvet cover pulled it over her son’s body, and taking Amy left her son alone.

Helen concerned may have caused permanent damage
So force masturbates Ed three time to be safe