Author: Marku
Title: Robert gets to know his mom
Part: 1 of 1
Summary: Robert has a number of intimate interactions with his mom, and gets to know her better than he ever thought possible.
Keywords: mF msolo preg lac

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======= Part I ==========

My name is Robert, and I was a pretty normal 13-year old kid. I
was an only child, and my Mom and Dad were the usual suburban
middle-class types. My Dad, John, was an accountant at the local
car dealership, and my Mom, Mary, was a stay-at-home mom, who
also volunteered at a few places around town during the week.


I never spent much time trying to spy on my mom (or my parents,
for that matter). I was getting to that point where female bodies
were something interesting to me, but I just hadn't "realized"
that my mom was a woman too. I think that my parents were more on
the modest side than some of my friends, although I admit that
it's sort of hard to know when you only actually live in one
family.  We didn't shower with someone else in the bathroom, we
always changed clothes in our room with the door shut, and of
course we shut the bathroom door fully whenever we used it.


In spite of this, I had seen my mom partly or fully naked a few
times.


When I was 6 or 7, I remember laying in bed one evening with my
Mom while she was reading a book. She pulled the covers back to
get up to go to the bathroom. I guess her nightgown had ridden up
a little bit, and she wasn't wearing underwear, because I
remember seeing a quick blaze of brown at her crotch as she was
stepping out of bed before her gown came back down.


Another time, my dad had opened the bathroom door to tell her
that he was done washing the dishes and that she could get in the
shower. Right as he opened the door a bit to yell in to her, i
walked down the adjacent hallway, and happened to be able to see
right in. Mom still had her pants on, but her bra was off.  she
was covering one breast with her forearm, but the other was
exposed. I only saw it for a moment since i had to keep walking,
but i knew that I had seen a pink nipple capping a beautiful
breast.


The only other time i saw my mother naked was a little more
fulfilling to me. I came home from school and somehow surprised
mom in her room. She had arrived home just a minute or two before
me - i saw the car pull up in the driveway as i walked up the
block.   She must not have heard me come in, and was pulling down
her pants and panties in one swoop. I stopped at her open bedroom
door to say hi, right as she was standing back up - naked from
the waist down. She screamed a surprised yelp and quickly turned
sideways to me.


"Oh, sorry mom" I said and left quickly, but not before noticing
that she had a large mass of brown hair covering her vagina. It
wasn't unkempt, but just a full bush.


Apparently she had been at the soup kitchen earlier in the day,
and had spilled chicken broth all over her pants. She was able to
dry them somewhat while there, but they still smelled and she
wanted to change them as soon as she had gotten home. She either
hadn't noticed me walking up, or had thought I would take longer
to get home, because she came right in and went to her room to
change.


Other than these times, I don't think I saw my mom naked at all
growing up.


I had seen my Dad naked once that I remember as well. I was
probably 6 years old, and had some sort of infection under the
foreskin of my penis (I am not circumcised.) He brought me into
the bathroom and told me to take down my shorts and underwear. I
did, and then he showed me how to pull back the skin and clean it
with a cloth, or to do this while I was in the shower, and let
the water spray onto the head of my penis to clean it directly. I
asked him if he had to do this too.

"Well, not really. See I had my foreskin removed when i was a
baby, so i don't have this problem."

"Why did you do that?"

"I didn't really do it since i was only a day or two old, but my
parents did. It is just something that they did back then,
thinking that it helped with hygine -- maybe it really does!"

"So you don't have to clean it like I do?"

"No, not really. There is a little skin you can pull back, but
not like yours."

"Oh," I responded. "Can I see what it looks like?"

This led to a long pause. I didn't really know what social bounds
I was asking my dad to break. I just knew that I was interesting
in seeing a penis that was different than my own.

"Well, I don't know. Showing our private parts to one another
isn't something that we do. You should only show them to a
Doctor, or....a parent."

"You are my parent - can I see your penis, then?"

"Whew, OK. Let me sit down here." He closed the toilet seat lid,
and took a breath. He then unbuckled his belt and dropped his
pants and underwear, then sat on teh seat.

He spread apart his legs and grabbed his penis with one hand.
"See, i don't have the skin here like you do" he said, pointing
to my penis.

I looked at mine and then at his. He didn't say anything else,
but showed me one side and then the other. He pushed it down so i
could see the top, then pulled it back so i could see the bottom
and his scrotum underneath.

After what was probably only 20 seconds, Dad said "Ok, that's
good. Now remember to pull back your skin when you are in the
shower to keep it clean, OK?"

I said "sure" and that was it. We both got dressed and never saw
each other naked again. I don't remember all the details of this
event, other than seeing his penis and thinking how huge it
looked compared to mine.


======= Part II ==========


During the spring of my 13th year, I noticed mom and dad having
more whispered conversations than they would normally have. (It's
amazing how you notice that a house seems quiet when there is
normally background noise.) I wasn't really sure what the topic
of these conversations was, but I began to realize that mom was
pregnant. I think that they were unsure if they should get an
abortion, put the baby up for adoption, or keep it. It seemed
that this wasn't a planned pregnancy. They eventually decided to
keep the baby, and then felt it was time to share the news with
me. I suppose I was happy, but I wasn't really sure what to
expect.


The summer rolled by and mom's due date was on September 17th.
Grandma, Dad's Mom, lived about 800 miles away, and flew in a few
days early to babysit me, and stay with me while mom and dad were
at the hospital. I didn't love that I had a babysitter, but
Grandma was nice and didn't bother me too much.


On September 16, mom went into labor and she and dad drove to the
hospital. Grandma hadn't been feeling well for a day or so prior,
and got progressively worse after my parents left. She called her
doctor back home, and he said that it sounds like she had
pneumonia, and that she should go to an ER for evaluation. This
caused grandma lots of stress, since she was in town specifically
to watch me, and I didn't really have a lot of friends whose
parents could watch me on a moments notice. Grandma decided to go
to the same hospital where mom was delivering so that Dad could
watch me, or at least figure out a plan for me.


Grandma ended up being admitted with pneumonia and pleural
infiltrates, which for a 76 year old, was potentially concerning.



Fortunately we got to the hospital before mom started going into
serious labor, so dad had some time to try figure out what to do
with me. He asked the staff if I could remain in the waiting
room, but they said that because I was a minor, I had to be
monitored and couldn't be left unattended for an unknown period
of time (ie, until Mom delivered.)


Dad didn't really have an option but to bring me into the
delivery room.


As modest as mom and dad were, I'm sure that the thought of their
13 year old son being in the room during childbirth was somewhat
uncomfortable. I didn't love the idea either.


Dad found some books for me at the hospital lending library, and
set me up in a corner of the room in a chair. I was off to moms
right side, as much behind her head as dad could position me. (He
didn't really want me in the room to start with, and he certainty
didn't want me seeing mom's vagina during delivery!)


Twice the nursing staff came in to check mom and see how far
dilated she was. As soon as dad realized that they were going to
be putting their fingers inside her, he decided it was time for
the two of us to visit the cafeteria.


Mom's labor was progressing slowly, and at one point dad decided
he was going to go to the geriatric ward to see how his mom was
doing. He left me in the room with mom, and probably didn't think
that anything would happen during the 30minutes he was gone.


I was chating with mom for just a minute or two when one of the
L&D nurses (Sally) came in, carrying a small basin and towel.


"Mary, we have a little news."


"Oh?"


"Your OB had to scrub in for an emergency, and so we have his
colleague, Dr Villuaneuva, heading over in case you deliver
before he is out of surgery. "


Mom was not really pleased since I think she liked her regular
OB, but she didn't really have any choice. If he was in surgery
for an emergency, she knew she could not really complain.


The nurse continued "One small issue with Dr Villuaneuva is that
he is sort of old school, and feels that pubic hair often harbors
germs, and is therefore incompatible with childbirth."


I was sitting on my chair in the corner, but could tell mom let
out a little gasp at this. She seemed to know right away what it
meant, although I really had no idea.


Mom protested briefly, and the nurse was more than sympathetic,
but she held firm that the Dr insisted on this.


Either the nurse hadn't noticed me, or didn't really care that I
was in the room, because she told mom that she was going to have
to shave her pubic hair off now. Dad would have flipped his lid
if he knew I was in the room. I think mom was too taken aback to
voice any concern that her son was in the room.


The nurse pulled up her stool between mom's legs and pulled back
the sheet just enough for her to see what she was doing.


"I don't work at a salon, but I'll do the best I can. Do you want
me to shave off all of your hair? I have to do from your clitoris
down to your anus, but I can leave some on top if you want."


Mom was still trying to grasp what was about to happen. "Um, I
guess all of it, if you really have to."


"Great. That's easier for me anyway. Plus, I think it just looks
better.  Again, I'll do my best to make it look OK, but you will
probably have to have your husband even it all out in a few weeks
when things have healed. " I was listening intently to this
because I knew enough to realize that this that was an off-limits
topic, but I honestly had no idea exactly what was happening.


The nurse got to work and kept up a running conversation about
the weather, local events, etc, just to keep mom occupied. I
couldn't tell at all what was happening behind the sheet draped
over moms legs, but I knew a woman was staring at moms pussy and
was shaving off all of her hair. I had never heard of this, but
my head was starting to spin knowing that Sally was handling
mom's labia, slathering on shaving cream, and carefully removing
the big bush of hair.

"If you were Dr Villuaneuva's patient before today, one of his
staff would have let you know about this so that you - or your
husband - could have done this at home in private. Sorry that we
had to spring this on you. It'll grow back before you know it."

Needless to say, it was uncomfortable sitting there not being
able to touch myself. I wanted to try to rub my little prick, but
was scared to death of being spotted.


It only took sally 5 minutes to finish it all up. At one point
mom had to "scoot down a bit so I can get your bumhole". Knowing
sally was putting shaving cream all around mom's anus and shaving
it clean nearly sent me over the edge.

I wasn't at all versed in things sexual, but I knew that having
another woman shave your vagina bald while your son is 6 feet
away is something that isn't often done.


Right as sally finished up and was getting ready to leave, Dr
Villuaneuva came in to the delivery room. He briefly introduced
himself to mom, and related the same story that sally had, but
added that the other patient had an possible uterine rupture, and
had to be brought into surgery within 5 minutes or she would bled
out. While this wasn't a topic that a almost-ready-to-deliver
lady wanted to think about, she was probably secretly relieved
that the hospital had responded quickly and had an OB scrubbed in
ready to act at a moments notice.


Dr Villuaneuva was just pleasant enough not to get into trouble.
He seemed to know the right way to do things - his way! He was
the sort who expected "yes, doctor" or "no, doctor" in response
to any question he asked of the staff.

He said he needed to examine mom, and put on the gloves. Instead
of just scooting himself up between moms feet, he threw back the
sheet a bit that was draped over her legs. There was still enough
sheet on her to hide things, but I could see all of mom's right
thigh and some of her ass now too. Up until this point, i had
only know that her feet were in the stirrups and she was naked
underneath. I hadn't been able to actually see anything.


He stood and inserted two fingers into her. There was still some
sheet in the way but I could see his wrist moving. I felt strange
watching this man put his fingers into my mom's newly shaved
vagina. He moved around again and then took out his fingers to
discuss something with her. I realized that those slimy gloved
fingers had just been inside my mother. He put them back in for a
last check and seemed to twist them around a bit. I still
couldn't see anything, but i was flabbergasted knowing what was
happening.


Just as Dr Villuaneuva was finishing and taking off his gloves,
one of the L&D staff members peeked her head in the room and
asked if it was OK for my dad to come back in. Mom said it was
fine, and dad came in just in time to see the sheet being pulled
back down over mom's lower legs. I'm not sure if he saw her
vagina or not, but he didn't seem surprised, so i suspect he
didn't see it. I think that he would have had some reaction to
see his wife's formerly hairy pussy now relatively clean and
bare.


Even Though dad didn't see her vagina, he knew that the Dr had
been examining her, and that I was in the room while it happened.
I had a book open in my lap and tried to pretend that I had been
reading the whole time, not noticing what was happening. Dad
couldn't be angry at me, since he wanted to believe that I had no
idea what was going on. He couldn't be angry at mom either, since
she couldn't very well have sent me out of the room without a
parent to monitor me.


Dad updated Mom about Grandma, and we all chatted for a little
bit. Dr Villuaneuva came back in and said that he wanted to strip
her membranes to get things moving along. Dad apparently knew
what this was, or at least knew that it meant that there would be
an exposed vagina in the room again, so he quickly ushered me out
to the cafeteria with him again.


When we got back, Mom was moaning a little bit from the labor
pains and the nurses were starting to scurry around setting
things up. Sally came in and said "Your birthing plan says that
you wanted to use the mirrors to view your delivery. I'm just
going to set those up now."


Dad had seen somewhat relaxed, but immediately began to wonder
what these mirrors were about. I don't think that mom mentioned
these to him when she had set up her birthing plan during her
previous hospital visits. The birthing plan had certainly been
established well before my presence in the delivery room was
known.


I wasn't exactly sure what the mirrors were for, but i was
intrigued. Dad looked a little uncomfortable, but I don't think
that he wanted to outright veto something that he really didn't
know about. Mom had obviously wanted to watch the birth of her
second child.


Sally hit a button on the wall which dropped one mirror down from
the ceiling just past mom's feet. This one would be a straight-on
view for mom, looking directly into her pink vagina - as long as
no one was standing there. However, since there is always a small
army of staff at the foot of the bed during the delivery, Sally
also set up a standing mirror off to the side a bit. This was
about 8' tall on a long tripod. This one was to view things when
someone was standing in front of you. It was a sideways view, but
i suppose you can still see the childbirth activities. Mom didn't
appear to mind that the mirrors were set up, in spite of me being
in the room, but i could see Dad looking at them, then at me,
then at mom, and back at me, trying to see if they provided me
any view of things that I shouldn't see.


Not much happened for a few minutes, and since I couldn't see
anything, and I didn't want to make Dad any more uncomfortable
than he already was, i went back to reading my book. I looked up
when i saw a flurry of activity with nurses coming in and out
checking the fetal doppler readings, then Dr Villuaneuva came in
said he needed to do an ultrasound on mom's belly. Dad stood next
to the bed, between me and mom. He blocked most of my view of
things, but i could tell that it was only her belly that was
exposed anyway. Dr Villuaneuva said that the cord was wrapped
around the baby's neck, and that they would need to quickly try
some repositioning maneuvers to try to change the orientation of
the baby, otherwise they may have to do a C-section. Just then a
fetal doppler alarm sounded, and more staff rushed in to help. No
one seemed panicked, but they were moving with urgency. They
moved mom onto one side quickly, then the other. The sheet
remained draped over her throughout, so i didn't get to see
anything. Then Dr Villuaneuva said he wanted her on all fours,
where he would try to manually reposition the baby. Because mom
already had her epidural anesthesia, she couldn't really help to
roll over onto her hands and knees. The staff had to assist her
to do so. In moving to help her roll over, one of the nurses
accidentally nudged the tall mirror as she was grabbing mom's
leg.


When mom was rolled over on all fours, the sheet was brought up
just a bit so Dr Villuaneuva could insert his hand into her
vagina and try to manually reposition the baby. I happened to
glance at the tall mirror and realized that I could now see
directly into her vagina. I could see her pink slit with the
gloved hand rotating inside. Dad thought he was blocking my full
view by standing between me and the bed, but didn't realize that
the mirror now provided me a perfect vantage point. I held the
book on my lap - mostly to cover my hardening penis - but since
everyone was focused on mom and ensuring that the baby was OK, i
could stare with relative impunity. I reached a hand underneath
the book to gently stroke my penis, but I didn't want to do too
much, lest I get caught.

I do remember that if felt really good to finally touch my prick,
even if it was only a little bit.


When Dr Villuaneuva pulled his hand out, he announced that he had
repositioned the baby and that the cord was no longer an
immediate threat. He also said that mom should remain in this
position for a few minutes before moving onto her back. Although
the nurses moved to pull the sheet down over her bottom to
provide her some privacy, i had 60 seconds or so of complete view
of her shaved vagina. it was glistening from the lubricant that
the Dr had used, and it was red from the blood that was clearly
flowing to the area. I could see her large labia and pink inner
lips. I could also see her cleanly shaved anus. If dad only knew
what I could see, he'd be completely beside himself. The sheet
was pulled back down and my view was gone, but i had just seen -
and stared at - the vagina through which i had traveled 13 years
earlier. it was beautiful.


The rest of the birth proceeded normally and i didn't really get
any more views of my mom. The mirror had been re-adjusted, and
Dad's positing ensured that I couldn't peek over the top of
things to see what was going on. I did see lots of blood,
however, and that sort of diminished my interest in the whole
event. Mom eventually gave birth to my little 8-lb, 10-oz baby
brother.


I did hear the staff talk about blood loss, and Dr Villuaneuva
seemed concerned a couple of times. Dad and I left the room at
one point, so i'm not really sure exactly what happedned. Mom
ended up being OK, but Dad told me that she had had a tough time
and that it'd take her a while to recover.


SHe was released home 2 days later, and we all started to settle
into a new routine. 3 days after we got home, Grandma was
released too. She came to the house to briefly see the baby, but
the internist who had been treating her had said that she
shouldn't stay in the house with a newborn, just in case she was
infectious. Grandma was extremely concerned that she could harm
my brother, and she insisted that my Dad drive her home straight
away to recover. Mom had been home 5 days, and things had
starting to get back to normal, so she said Dad could go, and I
would help her out as needed.


Dad gave me some instructions on things that were needed around
the house. I got a crash course on diapering a baby. I learned
how to swaddle them. I learned how to sooth them.


Mom was still recovering from what turned out to be a somewhat
significant loss of blood after delivery. She was as close as one
can be to needed a transfusion without actually getting one.
Because of this, she was still slow around the house and didn't
move out of bed for hours at a time, saying that she was just
exhausted.


Dad left with Grandma for the 12 hour drive home. He planned to
stay with her for 1, or maybe 2 days, to ensure she was settled
in, and then drive home. (She couldn't fly due to the pulmonary
effusion.)


An hour or two after dad left, Mark woke up from his nap. Mom was
in bed and called for me to bring Mark to her. I picked up Mark
from his crib and brought him into mom's room where she was
leaning on a few pillows against her headboard.


"Oh, someone is hungy again!" Mom said.


I knew that mom had been breastfeeding Mark since he was born,
but i hadn't seen anything even close to a boob since i'd been
home. Dad had either shooed me out of teh room, or he had said
things like "Mary, make sure that nursing cover-up is pulled all
the way down, please." Mom did as he requested and made sure to
always be covered up when nursing.


However, when i brought Mark into her room this first time, she
didn't shoo me away. She didn't put on a big nursing cover-up.
She just said "Ok, Robert, thanks. That's all for now."

I stood to turn around right and leave right as she pulled down
her nursing gown and bra. I couldn't really stand there since she
had made it clear that she didn't need me and I was to go. But i
was able to look just long enough to got a very nice view of her
distended nipple and large areola. I tried to think of some
reason to stop and ask her a question just so i could get another
look, but i couldn't think of anything, and had to walk out. When
i left her room, i went directly to mine to masturbate. It took
me all of 3 minutes of thinking about her boob and nipple to
climax and ejaculate into my hand towel i keep by the bed.


I laid in bed until I heard mom call out for me again, this time
to change Mark's diaper. I quickly cleaned myself up and went
back into her room. Mom's nursing gown that she had been wearing
was gone, and she was just in her bra, with the covers pulled up
to her waist. She said that Mark had spit up on her gown, so she
took it off. Seeing mom in the bra wasn't, in and of itself, very
titillating, but it was something that she never, NEVER, would
have done before, with or without Dad at home.


I changed Mark and cleaned him up before placing him in his
swinging bassinet. He got fussy after a few minutes, so i picked
him up to walk around the house with him. When we walked by Mom's
room, she was trying to pick up her dirty gown from the floor,
but i could see that she was holding on to the bed in such a way
that it was clear to me that she wasn't feeling well.


"Mom, are you ok?" I asked


"Um, i'm not sure. I got up to put the dirty clothes in the
basket, but felt dizzy as soon as i bent down."


"Don't sweat it mom. Can i trade the baby for your dirty
clothes?"


She laughed and said sure, she'd take teh baby if i take the
dirty clothes. I said i'd run a wash then come back in and check
on them in a few minutes.


I brought her basket of clothes to the laundry room on the first
floor. I started the water running and put in the first of the
clothes. The basket was pretty full, and had a few days worth of
clothes in it. I'm not sure if mom didn't remember it, or perhaps
thought that Dad had taken care of them, but i came across three
pairs of her pairs of panties that had bright red blood stains in
the crotch. I wasn't exactly sure what was happening, but it did
cause me some concern. However, Mom seemed to be OK as long as
she was in bed, so i didn't want to make too big a deal out of
this. I was also a little uncomfortable telling mom I had looked
at the crotch in her panties. I ran all the laundry and went back
to my room to do some homework.


Mom called me an hour later and said i needed to change Mark
again and put him down. She was just finishing feeding him when i
walked in. She was now wearing a tee-shirt over her nursing bra.
The tee-shirt had to be pushed up over the boob that she was
nursing from. She made eye contact with me, but didn't seem to
mind that I was watching her finish nursing.


"Are you ready to change him? He's pretty sleepy, so go quickly
or he'll wake up."


"Will do. i'll just change him here on your bed, ok?"


"Sure, of course honey."


As she pulled off Mark, i got another great look at her large
areola and nipple. She handed him to me at teh edge of her bed
without yet covering herself up. She eventually pulled up her
nursing bra flap, but only after helping me get him into position
and a diaper from her side of the bed. I tried really hard not to
stare, but it was difficult for a 13-year old not to!


"Woops, guess I need to keep this covered up. Your dad would kill
me if he saw me hanging out like that."


I put Mark to bed, and went to bed myself. 4 or 5 hours later, i
heard him crying, so woke up to get him so that Mom wouldn't have
to. I brought him in to her, and she was still asleep.


"Mom, Mark is hungry. Can you feed him now?"


"Umpf. I'm tired. Guess i have to, though. Help me get this
tee-shirt up"


Although i was half-asleep, i suddenly realized that Mom has
asked me to help her get partly undressed.


"Mom, should you take it off so it's out of the way? Or just push
it up?"


"Either way, just help me move it. I don't really have to energy
to move much."


I suppose i was being a letcher, but i decided that it was best
for my mom to remove the tee-shirt completely. I put Mark down on
the bed and reached to help my mom pull off her tee-shirt. She
only half sat up, and I had to wiggle the shirt a fair amount to
get it off of her.

"Thansk. Not sure I could have done that without you. Give me the
baby."

Fortunately I had left the light on in my room, so there was just
a little light in Mom's room. My eyes were adjusting now, and I
was able to see her in her bra. She pulled down one of the flaps
before I had even handed her the baby. Her eyes were closed, and
I could tell she wanted to fall right back asleep.

"Can you put him up here on my breast, please?"

"Oh, sure, I guess"

I brought the baby up to her boob, but before putting his lips on
her nipple, I took a moment to stare and take in the sight. I was
sitting 2 feet from my mom, her eyes closed, nipple hard and
almost ready to leak out some milk. Mark started to cry a bit so
I had to bring him up to latch on.

"Thanks honey. I'm not sure how I would have gotten up to get him
if you weren't here."

"no problem Mom, glad to help. Shall I wait here so I can take
him back when he's done?"

"oh, yes, please do. He normally only drinks a little bit at
night and will be back asleep in a few minutes."

Sure enough, in just two or three minutes, Mark was almost
asleep. Mom switched sides to keep her milk flow even.

For some reason, she didn't fold back the flap covering the first
breast. She just left it uncovered.

I moved just slightly to the side so that if she opened her eyes,
I wouldn't be right in front of her staring. My eyes had fully
adjusted to the light, and I was now starting at a perfect
nipple.

It was long and hard. Perhaps as long as ½". The aerola was
brownish-pink and shaped sort of like an egg - rounded on top and
bottom, and longer on the sides.

I couldn't see too much detail in the light, but just knowning
that I was looking at forbidden fruit just inches from me was
delightful. If I had touched my penis at all, I would have
ejaculated in my underwear.

"I think he's sleeping" I heard mom say, as I looked up and saw
her looking at me. She pulled him off and closed up both sides of
her bra flaps.

"Oh, ok. Should I bring him back to his room?"

"Yes, please Robert. Then come back as I need you to check
something for me."

I brought Mark back to his room and laid him down. He was fast
asleep.

I returned to Mom's room to see what she needed. She had turned
on her side table light so there was much more light in the room.
She was still wearing the bra, but the sheets were pulled down to
her knees. She had one some shorts, but I could tell that there
was blood on her thighs and on her sheets.

"Mom, what's going on?"

"I'm still bleeding. I have looked it up online, and it could be
either from the small incision they made, or from my uterus
itself."

"Um, OK"

"If it is from the incision, we can just pack it tonight with
some gauze and I can try to go to the Dr tomorrow. However, if it
is still from my uterus, I may have to call an ambulance to bring
me in right now."

I was scared. I didn't know why she was losing so much blood, but
it clearly had been happening since the delivery.

"I need you to check my vagina and see where the blood is coming
from. I know that it's not something you want to do, but I need
you to help me."

"Oh, sure Mom. I can help." I was half worried and half excited.

Mom pulled down her shorts first, revealing her panties sopping
in blood.

"Oh, Mom. Wow that's red."

"Ready?"

"Yes"

She pulled down her panties and put them on top of her tee-shirt
which was on the side of her bed.

Her vagina was still smooth and bald. But there was blood all
over the place.

"Mom, i'm not sure what to look at"

"I'll pull my legs back a little bit so my vagina opens up. Can
you look and see if you see bleeding?"

I tried looking, but didn't see anything right away.

"I can't tell. There is too much, um, blood here for me to see."

"Ok, go into my bathroom and get a hand towel and fill the small
plastic tub with warm water and com eback out."

I did ask she asked. She remained in that position - hands
pulling her knees back, letting her bald vagina remain open.

"Can I turn on the overhead light too so I can see better?"

"Yes, please do. Come over here and get the towel wet. Now gently
run in down my vagina from the top."

I got the towel a little wet and placed it on her belly, just
above her vagina. She didn't say anything so I pulled it down to
her anus, leaving a clean streak behind. She did squak a little
bit as a ran over her clitoris. I wasn't sure what had happened,
but she just said "Oh, um, be a little careful on the top. That
is my clitoris, and it hurts if you are too rough with it."

"Sorry. I'll be careful of your clitoris next time Mom." I knew
that the word was a little naughty - I had heard it at school.
Mom was using it with me, so I felt it was OK to use it with her.


I repeated the gentle towel rubs three of four times before her
bald vagina was mostly clean. Right when I finished, I saw a
small blood drop forming at some sutures below her vagina. She
had said something about a little cut the Dr had given her, and
how they had sewed it up. I knew that the blood was from this
suture. But I didn't want to end this yet.

"Well, i'm not really sure. Is it possible the blood is from
inside your vagina? Or would it only be outside?"

Mom responded, "It could be inside. That would be bad, and we may
have to call an ambulance if that is what it is."

I think I should check a little bit them. I'm not sure I see
anything yet on the outside. I lied.

Mom told me to use my fingers to spread apart her lips to see if
I could see inside. I was almost giddy that my mom was asking me
to touch her labia and spread them apart to look inside. As much
as seeing her vagina was giving me an erection, I was enjoying
talking with her about it just as much.

"I don't want to hurt your clitoris again, can you just show me
where it is so that I don't hit it?"

"You won't hit it honey. It's the little nub at the top of my
vagina where the inner lips come together. I just need you to
spread the lips below that and try to look inside for some fresh
blood. Do you see anything inside me?"

I spread her lips apart and looked around. I fortunately didn't
see any fresh blood, but didn't want to conclude my search quite
yet.

"Should I move those smaller lips too so I can see inside?"

"Do whatever you need to see inside my vagina."

"Dad has that small flashlight on his bedside table, can I use
that to check? I'm not seeing anything, but I just want to be
sure."

"Ok, that's fine. Go get it."

I grabbed the slim 2xAA flashlight and returned to my position
looking over Moms vagina and ass. I spread her outer and then
inner lips with both hands, thinking I could hold the flashlight
in my mouth. That didn't work as I could aim the light very well.


"Hold on, I have to just use my left hand to spread you apart and
look inside you."

I inserted two fingers and spread them apart to hold her vaginal
opening wide open for me. I used the flashlight to examine all
the parts that I felt that I could look at without causing an
obvious delay.


By this time, mom had dragged over her pillows and proped them
under her head so she could watch me work.

When I felt that her internal exam was sufficiently complete, I
used the flashlight to look outside.

"Oh," I exclaimed, "I see some blood here from your stitches." I
reported the finding that I had really made 5 or 10 minutes
earlier.

"Oh, good" Mom replied. "Is it only coming from there?" I looked
around outside again, and even grabbed her labia to check each
side thoroughly. I moved each fold left and right, up and down,
checking for any blood. I got close to trying to touch her
clitoris directly, but felt that I shouldn't push my luck.

"I think it's just this stitch you got."

Mom said "ok, that's a huge relief. I think we can just pack it
with some gauze tonight and then call the Dr in the morning.

I wasn't really sure how Mom wanted to pack it, and I don't think
she really knew either. She decided that she wanted to see it and
see how fast the blood was really flowing. She asked me to get
her the small hand mirror from the bathroom.

She slowly scooted back to the headboard so she could lean
against it. She brought her knees up as high as they could go and
opened up her legs again. I was standing at the foot of the bed,
and so had a perfect view of the vagina that I had just inspected
so throughly.

"Oh, yeah, I see it. It's just a little spot, but it sure is
bleeding a lot." Mom used the wet towel to hold against her
suture line in the hopes of slowing the bleeding.

I mumbled an agreement, but was really just enthralled in seeing
my mom spread wide open again, looking at vagina in the mirror.
It was intoxicating to me.

"Wow, they really did shave all my hair off" Mom sort of said to
herself. I guess she hadn't really looked at herself since the
delivery.

I could have ignored the comment, but I was interested to see
where it may lead.

"Oh, did they? They shaved the hair off of your vagina? Why did
they do that?"

"Sally did it at the hospital before the new Dr came in. I guess
he thinks it's more hygenic. You were in the room, but I guess
you were just busy reading your book."

"Oh, I guess I was. The Dr made the nurse shave off your hair? I
still don't get it."

"Yeah, I'm not really sure either. I guess it's something that
they used to do more often in the past. Women had to be shaved
totally bald or the Dr thought that the baby would be exposed to
too many germs."

"Huh. And you used to have more hair on your vagina?" I asked,
knowing full well what the answer was.

"Yes, I used to have much more. I don't really like to shave my
vagina, although I used to do it when I was a teenager and young
adult. Since then, I really just trim it down for bathing suit
season."

Mom continued, "If I had known that the Dr was going to insist
that I be shaved completely, I certainly would have done it here
at home. I don't think that your Dad would have loved it, but I'm
sure that I could have gotten him to help me do it."

The thought of my dad seeing my mom in this position, and shaving
her vagina bald, was something that I had not ever considered.
Although I would normally not enjoy the thought of my mother and
father doing anything at all sexual, seeing this new side of my
mother (literally) had started to change that.


I was still standing at the foot of Moms bed, watching her hold
the towel on her suture line from below her leg, but otherwise
her vagina was still wide open for my viewing. At this point, mom
became aware of me just looking directly at her vagina, and
decided that it was enough.

She removed the towel and closed her legs. "Ok, I need to get
some gauze on my bleeder and then change the sheets so that they
don't stain. You'll need to put them in the wash."

"Sure mom"

"First, for the gauze. I was thinking that an absorbent maxi-pad
would work well. Can you get me one from my shelf in the
bathroom?"

"Um, sure, but tell me again what it is you need."

Mom let out a little laugh, realizing that I didn't know anything
about female hygiene products.

"On my shelf in the bathroom, there are some boxes of female
products. Bring the two big boxes in here, and i'll get what I
need."

I went into the bathroom, and opened her cabinet door. I took two
of the boxes and brought them back to her.

"OK, that one is the maxi pads, that's what I want. The other are
tampons, and I don't need those now." I turned to put them back
when mom said "Well, wait. Hold on. Bring them back for a
second."

I left both on her bed next to her. She pulled out a maxi pad.

"This is what I need. It'll cover me and absorb the blood that
leaks out overnight. I can try to put on some tight underwear,
and maybe even wear two pads so that it's held tight to my skin."

"The tampon," she explained to me, "is for women who are on their
period. It's a small pad that goes inside and collects blood flow
from the uterus. As I said I don't really need that now, but I
think that I may try one just in case."

"What do you mean, mom?"

"Well, if I put in a tampon tonight, and it stays clean inside
me, then i'm not bleeding internally at all. If there is fresh
blood on it, then we have a problem afterall."

"Ok, I guess that makes sense."

"Normally women would do this in the privacy of their bathrooms,
but you have certainly seen everything I have already."

With that, mom unwrapped a tampon. She unrolled the string and
opened up her legs again. She spread her lips with one hand, and
started to put in the tampon with the other hand. She got it
started, but just couldn't reach down far enough to push it in
all of the way.

"Robert, I'm sorry to ask you again to help me. I'm sure that you
have had enough of this for one day, but I just need you to push
in this tampon."

"Oh, OK. How far?"

"I guess to your second knuckle. Try that and we'll see."

I had to kneel on the bed and scoot a little to get close to her.
She was leaning against the headboard with her vagina again wide
open for me. The cotton wad was half in and half out of her
vaginal opening.

"Ok, should I just push it in, or pull it out and start again?"

"You might as well pull it out so you can see how long it is
going to be when it goes into your knuckle."

I gently grabbed the end and pulled it out. Mom's vagina gave it
up easily, and stayed open for a moment after it came out. I
looked at it for a moment, and reached down to push it back in.

"Can you open me up again with one hand? It goes in easier if you
have one hand opening up the lips a bit."

"Sure"

I scooted a little closer so that her right foot was about even
with my left knee. I reached down from above so my wrist was
closer to the top of her vagina, and my fingers were pointing
down. I pushed open her inner lips but at the same time, I think
that my hand rested on her clitoris because mom let out a little
gasp.

"Oh sorry, did I hurt you?"

"Oh no, you just pushed on my clitoris a little bit on me and it
startled me. It's fine."

I finished opening up her lips all the way, and inserted - slowly
- the tampon as far in as my second knuckle. Mom closed her eyes.
I left my finger in for at least 10 seconds before deciding that
I should pull it out. I didn't want to do anything to get mom
upset.

Once I had removed my hands, mom took out the mirror again to see
how it looked. She said it looked fine, and that if she were
going to use the tampon to go swimming or something similar, she
would have rolled up the little string and inserted it into her
vagina as well. Mom said she'd check the tampon in the morning to
ensure that it didn't have any fresh blood on it.

When this task was done, Mom said he wanted to put on the
maxi-pads. She asked me to get her a new pair of underwear from
her drawer. I happily agreed, as the thought of looking through
her drawer - with her permission - was delightful. I grabbed a
blue pair, and she said that they were fine because they were a
little small for her.

Mom then got out two maxi pads and stuck them on the underwear
that I had retrieved for her.

"Usually you'd just use one, but I don't want to keep bleeding
out tonight." With that Mom, pulled up the underwear and my view
was gone.

"OK, Robert, let's quickly change these sheets, then get back to
bed before Mark wakes back up."

Mom sort of rolled off to the side of the bed and let me do the
work. I pulled down the blankets, and then the sheets. Only the
bottom sheet was bloody, the rest seemed OK.

Mom also had on a plastic sheet under the bottom sheet, so that
the mattress hadn't gotten wet at all. As I was removing the
sheet and readjusting the plastic mattress protector, I hit some
paper on Dad's side of the bed.

"What's this?" I asked.

"Oh Robert. Please just leave those there. They are your dad's
stuff. Private stuff  for him."

I was feeling a little arrogant since I had helped my mom so much
tonight. I felt that she owed me something. I wanted to see what
this was.

"What is it mom? Why can't I see it?"

"It's just something that your father and I look at when we feel
like being close to one another. It's just for mom's and dad's,
not for kids."

"Ok, I won't pull it out to look at it."

"Thank you" she said.

"But I want you to describe to me what it is."

"Robert - I said it isn't for kids."

"Mom, I just examined you and found the spot where you are
bleeding from. I'm sure that I qualify - at least today - as a
"non kid""

Mom didn't say a word for a moment. She just looked down at the
bed.

"You are right. You definitely did everything I asked of you
today and really may have saved my bacon. Ok, sit down."

I finished fixing the new sheets and blankets. Mom laid down on
her side and I laid on dad's side. She was still wearing her blue
underwear with the two maxi-pads, and her nursing bra.

"The package under the matters is a package of photos of adults
being intimate with one another."

"and...." I said

"and some of the photos are of your father, some are of me, some
are of other friends that we used to know. They are just photos
that your dad likes to look at."

"Some of the photos are of you? Why?"

"Well, we used to like to take sexy photos of one another when we
were younger. Some were before you were born, some were after."

"I have seen all of you tonight. Why wouldn't you let me see the
photos?"

"It's embarrasing to know that you could look at your mother
naked, and maybe thinking of me in a sexual way."

"I suppose, but I had my hand inside your vagina twice this
evening. Wasn't that embarrasing?"

Mom responded "You were helping me with a problem, not looking
for excitement."

"Well, I was doing both" I blurted out, before really realizing
what I was saying.

"What? Robert!"

"Sorry Mom. I know you wanted me just to be helping you. However,
I was putting my fingers inside your vagina even after I knew
that you weren't bleeding inside. I saw the blood when I first
cleaned you up, but I really wanted to see - and touch you - so I
didn't say anything.

"I am really disappointed in you. I trusted you tonight, and you
let me down."

"Sorry. I didn't mean to do it initially, it's just that I am a
boy and I got carried away."

"Did you get excited when you touched me?"

"Yes, of course. I obviously wanted to be sure that you were OK,
but after that point, I also wanted to touch you as well. Putting
two fingers inside you and looking inside really made me
excited."

"What do you mean by excited?"

"Mom, do you have to ask? I think you know how I get excited."

"If you are touching me and we are discussing my body in such a
frank manner, then we should be able to discuss your body as
well."

"Oh, OK, I guess. Well, me penis got hard each time I touched
you. Moving your lips around looking for blood and putting my
fingers inside you really made it so hard it hurt."

"I see. Thank you for being honest."

"Mom, I left my finger inside you when I pushed in the tampon. It
was inside you for at least 10 seconds and you had your eyes
closed and didn't say anything. Did you notice that?"

"Yes, I suppose I did notice it. It felt so good, that I just
didn't want it to stop. I was sort of sad when you pulled your
finger out of me."

Just then Mark starting crying, and Mom said that she had to
nurse him. I went to get him, and when I got back, mom had
removed her bra completely. This was the first time that I had
actually seen her boobs totally bare.

"Um, mom. Your boobs are really nice. Watching you do that is
really cool." I think she noticed by penis shifting in my shorts
too.

"Oh really. Watching a baby nurse from my nipple excites you?"
Mom said this as she brought Mark up to her breast to feed.

"Well, seeing your one free boob excites me. But, yes, seeing you
nurse Mark also excites me. When I see some milk leaking out, it
is really cool."

"If we are being honest, breastfeeding really feels good to me
too. It excites both my nipples but also my vagina when I do it."

"Really?"

"Yes. I have considered masturbating on occasion when i'm
nursing"

"Wait, WHEN you are nursing?"

"Sure, I don't think that Mark cares" mom laughed.

I watched quietly for a few minutes. Neither of us said a word.

I hoped mom didn't notice, but i slipped a hand down and rubbed
my penis a little bit. I wasn't masturbating, but just gently
touching myself.

"Robert, are you touching yourself?"

"Oh, no, mom. I'm not" I responded, instinctively pulling my hand
away.

"why was your hand rubbing along your crotch" mom asked. She
didn't sound angry.

"Sorry mom. I didn't mean to. It's just that watching you
breastfeed and seeing your boob, and knowing that you don't seem
to mind that I am sitting right next to you, watching you. You
are only wearing your underwear. I just couldn't help myself.
Sorry."

"It's OK Robert. Go ahead. You have had enough stimulation for
one day. I'm surprised you have held out this long. I know you
usually do it more often."

"How do you know Mom?"

"Well I hear you sometimes in your room. The bed shakes a bit and
I can hear it rattling. I don't mind, though. It's perfectly
normal. Your Dad wouldn't be OK knowing that you do it in the
house, but I don't really mind it at all. I started doing it at
your age too, and still do it occasionally."

With that, I pulled down my shorts and underwear. Mom hadn't seen
my penis in years, and she commented on how much it had grown
since she had last seen it.

"you took a bath with your cousin Aaron about two years ago, and
I remember seeing you both naked then. Your cock was cute then,
and your little scrotum was adorable."

"Mom, I don't think it's OK to say that!"

"OK, fine, but your penis has grown since then, and it's looking
nice today. You are starting to get hair, and I know that you
have started puberty since I have seen the towel beside your
bed."

"Oh, sorry, I didn't mean for you to see that"

"Yes, I'm sure you didn't. But you never hid it either, so I
would have to be blind not to see it."

Mom moved Mark to her other breast just as I was starting to
touch my cock. I was still sort of hiding eventhough mom had said
she didn't mind.

"mmpf" I said. Mom was watching me intently. I could have
ejaculated almost immediately, but I wanted to hold off a little
bit.

After a minute or two of silent staring, mom said "I wish I could
touch my vagina now."

That was almost enough for me to go, but I waited just long
enough for mom to add "Robert, if you want to look at the photos,
go ahead."

I was unsure if this was a trap, or if she really wanted me to
see them. She looked sincere, and I was super horny, so I didn't
ask twice. I stopped touching myself and grabbed the photos from
under the mattress.

The first photo was mom sitting on a chair, naked, with her legs
slightly spread. She had the same brown bush of pubic hair as I
had seen in real life few times before. her breasts were smaller
than what I had been looking at today. I wanted to start touching
myself again, but I wasn't sure if I would be allowed to stock my
penis while looking at a picture of her.

"What are your boobs smaller in this photo?"

"Well, as you can see, i'm making milk for Mark to drink. All of
that milk, and the cells that make that milk, are inside my
breast, and they take up space. Women always get larger breasts
during pregnancy and then while they are lactating afterwards.
Eventually they'll get droopy again," Mom said with a chuckle.

The next photo was a closeup of the previous photo. Mom was
holding open her vagina with both hands, showing her pink lips.
Her clit was peeking out from under the clitoral hood.

"Wow, this is a close up. Tell me about this photo mom"

"Dad had borrowed a nice camera from one of his friends, and we
were playing around with it. your father asked me to spread my
lips and show him my inner vagina lips. I knew that your father
would be cautious with the images and they would not get out of
his control. since it's just for fun between us married adults, I
was happy to be his photo subject." Mom had a smile on her face,
and it seemed she was remembering this photo shoot fondly.

"Is that your clit? The part that I hurt earlier?"

"Oh yes, that is. You didn't really hurt it, it's just a very
sensitive part of my vagina. Whenever you or someone else touches
it, it causes me a little jolt."

I wanted to study this photo a little longer, but I also wanted
to see what other treasures lay in this stack of pictures.

Mom flipped through some of the photos and put them on the bed in
front of us. Some were more photos of her in just "sexy" poses -
sitting on the couch with one leg straight and the other slightly
bent, or laying in bed with her knees spread just a little bit.
None of them were quite as revealing as the closeup one from
before.

"Do you like looking at these photos of me, Robert?"

"Yes, I do. "

"Like I said earlier, it's a little embarrasing for me to know
that you are thinking of me like that."

"oh, sorry, mom. I wasn't trying to make you uncomfortable."

"I know, dear. It's embarassing a little, but also a little sexy
for me to think about it. You know it's wrong, and I know it's
wrong, but maybe those two wrongs make it right!" She let out a
little giggle.

We both quietly looked at the photos for a minute or two. I was
letting my free hand touch my penis a little bit more now, but i
didn't really want to openly masturbate right now in front of
mom.


"Robert, do you look at pictures when you masturbate? Or do you
just think about things?"

"Um, I just like to think about some of the girls at school."

"Oh, OK, and you think about the things that you could do with
them?"

"Yes, them touching my penis and things like that"

"I see. You know, you are nearly 14 - i'm sure that you have a
magazine or two hidden in your room as well that you must look
at.

"I don't know...." I responded

"Are you embarrassed? You have a photo of me totally naked in
front of you, showing my vagina and clitoris. And you certainly
examined me closely enough earlier. I think that we shouldn't be
embarrassed with one another anymore."

"Well, I guess. But I don't really want to say what the photos
are."

"Ok, how about this. Take Mark back to his room, change his
diaper, put him in his crib, then get the magazine from your
room. You don't have to tell me what it is, i'll just look at
it."

"Mom, I don't know...."

"Robert, I have shared far more today with you than I should
have, and more than any other mothers ever do."

I reluctantly agreed, and went to take care of Mark. I retrieved
the hidden magaine and went back to Mom's room. She was still on
the bed without a bra, just in her blue underwear.

I handed her the two magazines that I had hidden in my closet.

"Oh, I see" mom responded, seeing the two magazine covers.

Both were magazines featuring only men.

"That's OK Robert, there is nothing to be ashamed of. Were you
worried that looking at men was weird?"

"Yes"

"it's totally normal. I look at pictures of other woman, your dad
looks at pictures of other men. It's fine."

"Thanks Mom. I think that I would like looking at pictures of
women too, but it is just that these were the only magazines that
I found. They were thrown out in a dumpster behind the corner
store, and I brought them home even before I really knew what was
in them."

"That's fine Robert. I understand that you use what you can get!"

Mom started to flip through the magazines. One was solo men only.
The photos were just guys sitting in chairs, on beds, or standing
up. All the men were naked. They weren't touching themselves,
just posing for a picture.

The second magazine was a little more graphic and had many photos
of two men together, but there was no sex between them. There was
lots of mutual touching, though, some close up photos of two
penises side-by-side, and a few of one man gently stroking the
other.

Mom asked me when I look at the magazines.

"When I know that you and dad aren't home, I sometimes take out
one to look at."

"Which one do you look at more? The one with just single guys, or
the other?"

"Um, the other one"

"Oh, OK. Do you like to think about seeing other men naked?"

"Yeah, I guess so. But I also like thinking about girls too.
Seeing those photos of you naked was really nice. I just don't
have any photos of girl magazines that I could keep in my room."

"Oh, OK." Mom responded. "If you had a magazine with girls in it,
would you like that?"

"Oh, yeah" i responded, trying not to sound too excited. I did
like the magazine with men, but i wanted more choice.

"Your dad has a few magainzes hidden. I bet that he wouldn't
notice if one went missing. Do you think you'd like to have one?"

Mom sent me to the closet and told me which bag in the corner to
look in. I grabbed one of the magazines that I saw and went back
to her bed with it.

"Bring it up here. Let me see which one you have."

I sat next to mom and opened the magazine. It was cover to cover
sex pictures. All were 1 man and 1 woman having intercourse.
Every picture.

"That one will be fine. It's a little boring if you ask me, but i
think that it'll be a nice change of pace from what you had
squirreled away yourself."

I was trying to listen to mom, but was also taking in all the
photos that were in front of me. Seeing a couple have sex was
still brand new to me.

Mom noticed my interest. "Have you seen photos like this before?"

"Of men and women?"

"Of men and women having sex."

"Well, no not really. Thomas had some magazines in his room, but
his mom found them and threw them out. I only got to see them a
few times, but they were kind like this."

Mom said that she didn't really like watching actors, because it
was too fake.

She continued that she'd rather see amateur photos where the
subjects in teh photos were enjoying themselves, and they weren't
just there for the paycheck.

"Robert, you can look at that magazine later on. Put it away for
a few minutes. I'd like to look through the photos from earlier.
If you would like to sit next to me and look at some, i'd really
like that."

I didn't need to be asked twice!

Mom picked up the stack, as I sat cross-legged to her side
somewhat. Her legs were out straight, and I was sitting just
about where her hips were. I just just a few inches from her.
Because my legs were open, and i had long ago taken off my shorts
and underwear, she had a direct view of my crotch and penis.

As I touched myself a little bit, this time in full view of mom,
she said "I like seeing different types of penises. I like seeing
large and small, hairy and not. They are so soft yet can be
hard."

I wasn't really sure what to say, but sort of blurted out "Well,
i am glad that I have one here that you can look at if you'd
like." Mom looked right at me and smiled.

"I do like to look at yours. Robert," mom smiled again "I'm glad
that the night has turned out as it has, even though I was
worried about my health earlier. Now let's look at some photos
that are of folks who aren't actors."

Mom flipped to the next photo in the stack. It was one of dad, a
full body nude.

Mom asked me what I thought of him. I said that he was
attractive, and that he had a large cock. She agreed, and said
that although he was very cautious about nudity in the family, he
really enjoyed being naked around Mom, and having her take photos
of him. She said that he likes to look at pictures of himself,
with and without other people, when he masturbates.

"Your cock will probably look a lot like his when you get older.
But of course he is circumcised and you aren't."

"Does only dad look at these photos? Or do you too?"

"Your dad does more than I do, but we both like to look at them
sometimes when we want to think back to the old days, and things
that we like to do together when we are alone. Sometimes we look
at them alone, sometimes we look at them together."

"Mom, do you look at them when you masturbate?"

"I have before, yes. But I usually just use my mind and think of
sexy things instead."

The next few were also of Dad. Some were of him holding his cock,
some were of a woman's hand - I assume Mom - holding it. In one
photo, the woman had her hand under his scrotum and had a finger
inserted in his anus.

"What's this?"

"Oh, well, that's your dad and I. Since boy's don't have a
vagina, sometimes they enjoy having things, like a finger, in
their bottom. Your dad enjoys that, and I like to do it for him
sometimes."

"Doesn't it hurt? I have only pooped out of my butt. I wouldn't
think to put something inside of it."

"Well, when you are older you may want to try it. It is something
that many adults like to do - both men and women."

"Women like it too? But you already have a vagina - why would you
put something in your butt as well?"

Mom responded "Well, it has lots of nerve endings and it can feel
really good when someone you love puts something in there. Some
people use a finger, some people use a special toy."

I was curious. "What do you mean a toy?"

"It is a special toy, not like something you would play with when
you were younger. Usually it is long and slender so it goes in
easily. Some of them take batteries have a little vibration
motor, others don't."

"Do you have any"

"Well, yes. But Robert, that's not for tonight."

We continued to flip through the photos. While some were solo of
just mom or dad, there were also some of them doing sexual things
to one another. Some were other of another couple doing sex
things to each other. I was loudly masturbating by this point,
and mom was watching me as much as she was looking at teh photos.

I would have loved to stop at every one and have mom describe
what was going on in teh photo, but i was nearing the end of my
ability to keep from ejaculating.

"Robert, are you ready to ejaculate"

"Umpf, yes, I think so"

"If you promise to get a towel to clean up afterwards, you can
just ejaculate on my leg. I don't mind."

I couldn't say no to this. I slapped my hand on my penis a few
more times, and ended up shooting semen onto both her left and
right thighs.

As soon as I was done, I ran to get teh towel. I was starting to
feel a little weird about what had happened, and wanted to be
done with it -- especially if mom started to feel weird too.

I cleaned up mom's leg without saying anything.

"Robert, thanks. I enjoyed watching you do that. You've been so
helpful over the past 24 hours since your dad has been gone. You
really deserved that treat. Now, it's late, so why don't you head
back into your room. I'm sure Mark will be up soon and you'll
have to bring him in here for me to breastfeed."

I put the towel away, and started to head for my room.

"hey, don't forget your magainze. I know what 13 year old boys
are like. you may need this in a few minutes!"

"Thanks mom."

"oh, and you know, take this too. I think that you may get some
use out of it" as she handed me the closeup photo of her vagina.

"um, thanks again mom."

With that, i headed off into my room to try to get some sleep....



The End










  
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