Just running the crude word through her mind formed a bead of light perspiration across her brow and upper chest. Get a grip, she thought, almost laughing as she did just that. Her gloved hands first went to Sid’s shaft, stacked one above the other, with just the thick-rimmed head exposed. A good 7…maybe 8 inches when erect, she guessed, using her hands as a guide. Kneading it from top to bottom, her skilled hands explored the organ, squeezing and palpating Sid’s cock in the pretense of checking for lumps and bumps. “Feels good. I can’t make out anything unusual.”
It wasn’t until she noticed a subtle warmth spreading across her palms that she realized the boy was getting an erection.
Um…baseball…ah…got to stock shelves at work tonight…don’t get hard, please…don’t get hard.
Sid was doing everything he could to prevent what was happening below his waist. Thoughts of high school baseball, working at Home Depot, and even clipping his toenails weren’t helping. Not while my mom is watching!
The obvious changes to her son’s member did not go unnoticed by Trish. He’s grown, she thougth, as she stared on. Mrs. Harman had watched intently while Dr. Harjob performed her very thorough evaluation, and was somewhat surprised to see the unpleasant nature of the situation having a rather pleasurable outcome for her son. Surely, she knows what she’s doing? Can’t she tell he’s getting hard?
“Um…Doctor, what…what do you think?” Trish haltingly muttered.
The questions startled Satya, resetting her wandering hands and mind. “Oh…yes…ah…it’s good…it’s thick…I mean, I think we just need the samples and we’ll be done for the day.”
“Thank goodness,” Sid mouthed, as Dr. Harjob quickly released his semi-erect cock and pulled the gown back down to cover him up.
Trish was able to read her son’s lips and for a moment caught his eye. She winked, and gave him a thumbs up.
A few minutes later, Sid stood in a small bathroom staring at himself in a large mirror that completely covered the wall behind an ivory colored sink. A sample bottle, filled with urine, rested near the sink. A second receptacle, labelled with his name, birth date, and the text ‘Semen’, stared at the boy, almost mocking him to get busy. He’s entered the room using a pocket door, but hadn’t noticed another door of the same construction on the opposite side of the restroom. Yet, he’d been very careful to engage the lock on the door he’d used.
“Just go jerk off…easy as that,” he whispered, pretending to imitate Dr. Harjob, even though she’d said nothing of the sort, but that’s what he’d heard. His mother hadn’t made it any easier, encouraging him to take his phone, should he need any…what did she say? Oh yeah, ‘inspiration’. “There’s no way this is happening,” he grunted, while lifting the medical gown to look at his flaccid junk. However, thinking back to a few moments before, when the doctor’s hands had inspected him so carefully, Sid felt the fainest tingling in his groin.
It was not the first time a girl had touched him, on the contrary, his first girlfriend had jerked him to an explosive orgasm, which he thought would have remained confidential. Yet, it would not be so, as his first day back in classes saw his closest friends calling him ‘Ol’ Faithful’. Needless to say, the relationship did not last and Sid had turned to an older women to help him empty his balls and provide his urgent needs.
She was, as he would later discover; in her fifties, very much married, and an insatiable cum-slut. As with most young men, Sid had searched the Internet to find his particular interests, finally settling on a URL that had captured his imagination and launched more copious loads of semen than any girlfriend might. Yep, www.watchingwifey.com was his go-to source for erotic entertainment. He was initially drawn to the site by the woman’s huge tits and equally large nipples, as well as her craving for cum. She could swallow a load without spilling a drop, however, it was the way she reacted when cum was sprayed on her face that sealed the deal and made him a member. However, as time passed, it was Wifey’s free-wheeling attitude and portrayal of a real housewife that turned Sid’s interest into an obsession. Now, at least twice a day, Sid perused the blonde’s site, looking for new material and working his cock until he drained his strained, bloated balls. He’d been reluctant to tell his mom and doctor how often he climaxed, quite sure they would think him an oddity, but lying to them about jacking off made him instantly guilty. Why couldn’t he just be straight with them and tell them he was masturbating daily…at least once?
Suddenly, renewed blood flow to his nether region, and the thoughts of Wifey assisting his efforts, sent a shiver down his spine. If they want a load, I’ll give them a load, he mused, taking his cock in a hand. With the other, he typed the URL into his phone’s browser and waited for a patchwork of photos and links to appear. The page header welcomed the viewer and warned casual visitors to remove themselves if they were not actively looking for sexually charged content. Clicking through the first page, Sid was greeted, as he knew he would be, by Wifey’s smiling, cum-drenched face. Her blue eyes sparkled from an evenly tanned face that had just been blasted by her husband. She appeared gleeful, radiant, somehow energized by the act that might disgust the average housewife.
Sid had seen the picture a thousand times and each time it had the same effect on his youthful, springlike cock; it jumped, demanding his attention. Roaming over the homepage, his eyes discovered a new video he’d not watched. Flicking his thumb over the page, he was soon logged in and watching a large, well- built black man dangle his impressive cock in Wifey’s face. She grinned, her trademark naughty, million-dollar smile, and cooed something about how much she loved black cock. Sid strained to hear the dialogue but didn’t want to announce to the waiting room that he was jerking off to some porn maven just beyond their awareness.
Slowly, the boy squeezed his growing cock, paying special attention to periodically cup his lemon-sized balls to keep their weight from causing discomfort. For an instant, his attention was drawn away from Wifey sucking the forearm-sized pole that was pistoning in and out of her mouth, to recall how Dr. Harjob’s hands had felt roaming over and measuring his ball sack. She was impressed – he just knew it – and the thought drove him on, working his meat like a true professional.
He’s almost there, Sid envisioned. The telltale signs of a Wifey victim nearing orgasm were clearly etched across his face. Suddenly, she pulled away from the monster cock that had been fucking her mouth with enough vigour that most women would have gagged or fainted…but not Wifey…she was merely disengaging herself to see where her black assailant wanted to dump his load. “Face or mouth?” she questioned, her classic smile now replaced with a mischievous, lustful grin. Her voice was so real…so sincere that it drew Sid in and tipped the scales in Dr. Harjob’s favour.