“Just relax then.” I whispered. “Here, maybe this will help…”
I gently let his dick slip from my grasp, still caressing the new toy I’d found hanging between his legs, I brought my finger up to my mouth, and wet the tip of it with my tongue. His dick hung limp in front of me but a tiny bit longer than it was a few minutes ago. I took my wet fingertip and touched my son’s piss slit, being careful not to touch anywhere else that cactus needles might be hiding and I made tiny circles as my warm breath blew over him.
“Holy crap, Mom!”
He took a quick breath held his it, and stood there frozen.
I could see his dick starting to move freely of its own will. Waking from this sorry slumber my son tried his best to impose.
“That’s it Steven…” I whispered. “…Just let it happen… …let it get hard.”
“Ok… …Ok Mom, but…..” He trailed off nervously and looked around again to make sure no one was around to see what was happening.
Within a few seconds his dick started to get hard. The thought that I was purposely getting my son’s dick hard sent a wave of heat rolling through me, the likes of which I’d never known. I took in a deep breath and steadied myself.
There was no kidding myself, I knew exactly what I was doing. There was no first-aid going on here, no nursing of any kind. There was nothing motherly about this at all.
“There-ya-go.” I cooed.
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