Frank was a curious young lad. He hadn’t got many friends at school and living out away from everybody else his age he didn’t have many at home either. Ever since he was really small, his mother had been his best friend, his confidant, and his advocate. After his father’s passing, she had lost one of the most important things to her and consolidated the love she had for William into love for Frank.
The relationship they shared was the envy of her fellow parents with rebellious screaming kids who wouldn’t listen, lied and tried to hide or cover up their mistakes, and she was thoroughly satisfied with the boy she was raising. There was a humbled understanding between them both that they were all each other had after the passing of his father. As much as she wanted this loving peaceful relationship to last forever between them, she knew that puberty was coming and with it the change in his attitudes. She had a loose plan on how to keep him close, how to behave around him when it came, giving him the space he needed while still letting him know that her heart was open to him – but that was still some years away. In the meantime, she relished and savored every minute with her son, eager to make more wonderful memories with him while she had the chance.
She held the plate steady as she smeared a thick later of raspberry jam across the buttered bread, a placid smile across her face while Frank sat at the table, gently kicking his feet beneath it. She stepped lightly over with a smile and placed it on the table before him, licking a rogue drop of jam from a thumb as she watched him lift a piece to his face. She swung back around and grabbed a piece of paper towel, ready for the inevitable smears of jam he’d get all over his cheeks as always. It was a habit he’d gotten since he was tiny and seemed to carry it through even until now - always eating too fast and caring too little about the mess he made.
After he’d finished the first piece he took a swig from his apple juice with a large gasping ‘ahh’ at the cool, sweet refreshment. Elizabeth took a sip from her tea as she waited for him to finish. When he was done she rubbed the paper towel across his cheeks, scrubbing hard enough to make his face shrivel up in displeasure. She gave his hair a ruffle afterwards.
“I was thinking we could go in the pool today. It’s a nice day outside, it’d be a shame to waste it.” She suggested. He didn’t have any plans. He had been thinking of going to explore the woods near their house again, but the pool sounded like a good idea.
“Ok!” He said with a childish excitement. Even something as mundane as a splash around in the pool was a good time to him when his mother was there.
“Alright, let me go and get changed then. You go and put your trunks on too, alright?” She told him. He dropped himself down out of the chair with a flat-footed thud and made a wobbly jog through the house, up the wooden stairs to his room. Elizabeth grabbed his empty plate and cup and gave them a quick scrub before heading up herself.
She picked out a pure white bikini with frilly ruffles along the hems and petite pretty bows on the hips, and another one between her boobs. It was her favourite, and she’d had it for a number of years. By the time she’d made it downstairs, she found Frank waiting for her in his swim trunks ready to go.
“Ready?” He cried out, almost jumping with excitement. The sight of it warmed her heart and curled her lips into a warm smile. She took his small hand and together they walked out into the garden. Out of a small chest used to keep fresh towels and other swimming-related paraphernalia she removed a bottle of sunscreen to keep him safe while they were out in the hot sun. Elizabeth called him over and squirted a little into her palms, trying to hold him still as she covered every inch of him. Ordinarily she’d make him wear a hat as well while out and about, but there was little point if they were going to be in the pool.
“What about you mom? You need to be safe too!” He called when she was done. Such a good boy. She handed him the bottle and watched with a beguiled horror as he emptied half the contents onto his hands. Drops of white cream splatted onto the tiles and dripped down his wrists, but she sat down on the floor and allowed him to smear it all over her face. She held out her arms and taught him how to do it, instructing him that it should be applied bit by bit rather than all at once otherwise it won’t soak into the skin.
Frank meanwhile was rubbing madly away at her skin, not particularly paying attention, rather enjoying the mess he was making. He hadn’t noticed before how smooth her skin was, or how hairless she was in comparison to all the adult men. He used to be brought into the women’s changing rooms when they went swimming, or the girl’s toilets when they were out together but in recent years that had all changed and he was made to use the men’s on his own.
Without even realising, he’d made his way to the large mounds of flesh that hung from her chest. They were so plush and soft, jiggling as he rubbed in the lotion with his flat hands in large circular motions. She hadn’t noticed as his expression changed subtly from one of fevered excitement to be making a mess to one of curiosity at the body of a fully grown woman. He stared, unblinking, at the jostling flesh before him that sank as he pushed and offered a gentle resistance. He knew he’d never get boobs, but he’d never been so entranced by them before. He’d seen his mother in this same bikini many times, seen the shape of her body and the way her waist curved inwards, the tapering hourglass figure and soft angles of her physique. Never before had he studied it or given it any real attention.
In his focused daze he grew confused as to why he was suddenly so interested in it – he couldn’t put his finger on why he liked it or what he liked about it, but the fact that her body was so different from his own was stirring up things in him that he’d never felt before. His hands found their way further down now, rubbing lotion on her tummy and sides, tracing the sweeping curves of her waist with his hands. Again, he found himself entranced, rubbing up and down, up and down…
“I think that’s enough lotion there, sweetie.” She said with a titter, unaware of the slowly blooming thoughts inside his mind. He scooped up more lotion that wasn’t soaking in from her neck and face and began to rub at her thighs. They were so large at the top where it met her hips, nothing like his own body, straight and flat, but they tapered off towards her knees. The inside of her thighs, too, were so wide in comparison. He made sure to cover her feet and get right between the toes before making his way back up inside her legs, covering every scrap of smooth, hairless skin.
She was jerked back into responsiveness by the sudden feeling of his tiny hands moving up a little too high. “Ah! I think we’re done, I’m going to look like a snowman with all this on me.”
“I just want to make sure you don’t get burned. Safety first!” He responded with a smile, repeating a line she always said every time he rejected her demands to wear scarves and gloves during winter, wellington boots when it was raining, or sunscreen during the summer.
Finally they sank into the pool. She’d tossed a ball into the pool for them to throw around and there was a floatie too. After they bounced the ball around and thoroughly soaked one another with frantic splashing she lazed around in the floatie with her eyes closed, enjoying the sun.
Frank meanwhile bobbed around in the water and kept quiet while he watched his mother on the floatie. As the water gently turned her around it was like he was watching her on some podium, giving him a view of every angle of her body. He swam, entranced for far too long, eyeing the way the droplets of water glistened on her breasts and how her body swelled and tapered, drinking in every way in which her body was different than his. There was still an innocence in the way he looked with pure curiosity. He knew she was different than him, but he still had no idea of what to do with it. He knew it made him feel a certain way, but he couldn’t put his finger on what it was.
After swimming around in the pool they both took a shower to wash off the chlorine, Frank going first. When he was done, she’d gotten a sandwich ready for him with a glass of milk on the side. She dipped in the shower herself and emerged back into the kitchen with only the towel around her body, and another around her hair as she waited for it to begin drying.
“What else do you want to do today?” she asked casually, grabbing some fruit from the fridge and turning to face her son.
“Mmmm… I want to play in the garden!” He answered. She knew he meant hanging out in his treehouse. She could clean up and maybe read a book outside while he did his thing, or maybe put in a little time for some yoga.
After he’d finished eating she cleaned up again. She left him alone for a moment so she could get herself dressed. Up the stairs she went to dry her hair and dropped into her room when she was done, pushing the door mostly closed. He wouldn’t be coming up anyway.
From downstairs, the phone began to ring. Frank answered it. Of course, it was somebody asking for his mother – he didn’t really get many phone calls. He told the caller to wait and ran up the stairs, two steps at a time. The call didn’t seem like an emergency so he didn’t bother calling out, instead passing towards her door and gently pushing it open to reveal Elizabeth bending over by the side of her bed with a pair of lacy panties clutched between both hands. At sight of her, his eyes widened and his mouth hung open. He couldn’t see much – she was turned in a way that had her back to him – but he could make out the shape of her breasts hanging from her body and got a better view of the curves that made up her shape. Her butt was so big, he thought. The shape of it was a rounded heart kind of shape as it dwindled from her back into her thighs.
She slid the panties up and seemed to be starting to turn. Immediately he turned away from the gap in the door and pressed his back against the wall.
“Mom, phone!” He cried out. She was spooked, gasping with fright as she clutched the sheets of the bed and pulled them to cover herself. Thankfully she didn’t catch sight of him, but she knew how tricky kids could be. She wondered if he’d seen anything but was too afraid to ask. He’d been starting to get curious in recent months, a little too curious for her liking. It was only just the start of it and she could still tell there was an innocent in it all, but there was no way it could stay that way forever.
She threw a gown around herself and rushed downstairs in only her panties and the big fluffy gown crafted from towel material and a pair of bunny slippers that her son had gotten her for her last birthday. Frank had already dropped out into the garden and clambered up into the treehouse that Elizabeth had commissioned from the neighbours. It was his favourite place, it felt private and secret (even it if was quite visible and rather draughty, and didn’t really hold up well in the rain) like his own personal clubhouse. He’d occasionally invite his mother up to play with him, but generally speaking it was a girl free zone.
He was tinkering around up there with a chest of toys that he’d been allowed to keep out of the house. Mostly things that were waterproof in case things got soggy up there, but he had a telescope carefully positioned safely beneath the roof and was under strict instructions not to move it from there. As he moved from one end of the rickety wooden treehouse that creaked when the wind blew he noticed movement coming from his mother’s bedroom. She’d finished her phone call and returned to get herself dressed. For whatever reason, she hadn’t closed the curtains but resumed dressing herself.
He knew he shouldn’t look – he wasn’t even interested in looking. But… his eyes couldn’t help themselves. His head was magnetically attracted to the window and he found himself entirely unable to look anywhere else. He’d seen her in the bikini many times and never had this strange attraction to her body before, and here she stood in her bra and panties as she rifled through her wardrobe, picking out a clean outfit and he just couldn’t look away.
He felt naughty. He knew that he shouldn’t be looking, he knew that it was bad, but he just couldn’t stop. He tried to look away at the chest full of his toys, he tried to watch over the neighbour’s fence, he tried to look anywhere else but the window just kept luring him back in again and again.
His eyes trailed her liens and curves of her body as the sunlight spilled through the open window. Every shadow accented each part of her that stuck out, giving depth to what he saw. Her skin looked so smooth, her flesh so plump and soft and touchable. He wanted to be close to her, laying in her plush, full lap.
She pulled on a loose summery dress with a soft pink base colour and small, pretty deeper pink flowers in a pattern on it. Two thin strings held it aloft on her shoulders and it was cut quite low, showing off the crease between her plump breasts. It was long and flowing, coming down just below her knees but flared out with each step she took. She managed to make her way out of the room when she was dressed, and he lost sight of her.
He was practically trembling from the fear of getting caught mixed with the excitement of the things he was seeing. He didn’t understand it but he didn’t need to, the way it felt was enough to make him want to do it more.
He spent a good portion of the afternoon playing in his treehouse. He’d look out over the back of the property into the woodland spying for creatures and birds, playing with his toys and drawing pictures. He was about to take a nap up there when his mother came by and placed a glass of lemonade she’d made for him at the bottom of the ladder that led upwards. Even then, as she walked away, he couldn’t help but stare at her butt.
Sunday. A nice lazy Sunday with a few wispy clouds trailing across the sky at a pace that made them seem like they weren’t moving at all. After staying in the previous day, Elizabeth figured it would be nice for the two of them to have a day out instead. She made his usual breakfast and cleaned up his face when he was done. It was still relatively early in the morning so they had plenty of time. She marched him upstairs to shower and brush his teeth after he’d finished eating and downed his juice, and allowed him to choose his outfit for the day.
“We’re going to go to the mall today, does that sound fun?” She asked with a wholesome smile across her face. She wanted to treat him for being so good lately and intended to surprise him with his favourite burger – the adult size one too, if he felt hungry enough. She plopped a hat on his head to his dismay, slathered on suntan lotion and applied some to herself, and they stepped out the door.
The inside of the car was like an oven, sitting out there in the sun that had made its way a quarter of the way up the sky. Elizabeth rolled down the windows and blasted on the fans as she reversed the car out the driveway. The hot air soon passed, thankfully, and she rolled them back up and blasted on the AC.
“Where are we going to go first?” Frank asked, tilting his head with curiosity.
“Hmm, where would you like to go first?” His mother replied with a chirp to her voice.
Frank had to think hard on this. He knew what sort of shops they had at the mall, and he knew there was a cinema too, and there were a few rides near the food court… he didn’t know where to start.
“Let’s … go to the toy store first!” he decided, his voice filled with excitement.
“Alright, toy store it is. We’re only looking though, alright?” She answered with a sly tone and a raised eyebrow.
He huffed a little, but he knew he had to listen to her. “Alright… But I can get a burger and onion rings?”
“Of course we can get burgers, sweetie.”
“And milkshakes?!” One of his favourite places had wonderful milkshakes where you could choose what you wanted in there. They’d throw milk and ice cream and chocolate or candy or fruit – whatever you fancied – and blend it up to make a milkshake. Then you got to choose your toppings. It wasn’t healthy by any stretch of the imagination, but Elizabeth was quite fond of the place too.
“If you’re good we can have milkshakes. You have to hold my hand and stay close, alright?” She fully intended to get milkshakes whether he was good or not. It was her favourite place in the mall, too, and she was quite looking forward to a chocolate milkshake with little malt balls blended in.
They arrived at the mall after a pleasant drive where Frank imagined games in his mind as he stared out the window, picturing a little man jumping from tree to tree and bouncing on top of signs as they whizzed past. His excitement rose as the car turned and slowed down and poked his head out of the window with a look of glee as the mall came into view.
Elizabeth parked up as close as she could to the entrance and moved around to the back seat to take him out, pulling him down by the hand. She wouldn’t let go despite his pulling and running, not until they were out of the car park. He tugged and pulled, urging her to move faster. Seeing his excitement warmed her heart, and a little smile curled upon her lips. They passed a woman with twins in a stroller who shot her a gentle grin that spoke words unsaid about motherhood and what she had to look forward to when her little ones were not quite so little.
At last, Frank was free in his favourite toy store. He had a habit of starting on one side of the store and weaving his way through each and every aisle, inspecting every shelf and making sure not to miss anything. There were construction sets and electronic toys, colourful plastic toys that made all kinds of sounds, water guns and chemistry sets – everything he could ever want. He picked up a huge box that was larger than himself packed full of sticks that slotted together to form larger structures, toddled over to his mother and gave her an excited look as he rocked on his heels with enthusiasm.
Still smiling, she shook her head at him. “We’re just looking, sweetie.” She hadn’t agreed to buy him anything, but his birthday wouldn’t be too far away - this was for research. He’d never know, but it would make the surprise of his birthday all the sweeter. He toddled back into the aisles, lost in the technicolour wonderworld around him. He came back to Elizabeth again, this time with a kit a little beyond his age range for building a robot from scratch – it came with a circuit board and all the electronic components, but she wasn’t sure that he was ready for anything quite that involved yet. She didn’t want him to get electrocuted either, though the idea of it was quite fitting for him.
“I told you – we’re just looking!” she laughed.
“But – pleeeeeeease?!” He drawled. His eyes twinkled like glittering water as they welled with crocodile tears. She’d seen this face a thousand times. Her smile dropped. She had to stop this before it got worse.
“No – I said no. It’s your birthday soon, you’ll have to wait and see what you get then.” She replied sternly.
“But I want something!” He fumed. “I’ve been good!”
“It’s not about whether you’ve been good or not, you’re not getting anything today. We’re already getting burgers and milkshakes. I’ll come with you around the store, ok? You can tell me all about the ones you like.”
So, with his tiny hand completely enwrapped in hers Frank led her around the store and pointed at the various goodies that took his attention. He deliberately avoided the girl’s section with its pink decals stuck to the floor and garish banners above, glancing for a moment at row after row of shiny boxes filled with dolls. The look of disgust on his face was silly as he caught himself accidentally taking a few steps down and running away as if it was something he feared.
When he’d passed by every shelf and pointed at far too many boxes, Elizabeth managed to drag him out but it was as though he was attached by a rubber band to the store and she had to pull harder and harder until he was at a safe distance to forget about all the shiny new toys. Even then, he still looked over his shoulder as they walked away with a sad, blank look on his face.
“Now we’ve done one of your stores, it’s time for one of mine.” She smiled. A feeling of dread took root in his legs and made them heavy. She always took so long in her boring stores looking at clothes and trying them on, he just had to sit there and keep his inquisitive mind busy while she faffed around with girl clothes. There was never anything for him to do there but wait. He tried to busy himself while she walked around and picked up clothes from racks, only to hold them out and put them back moments later. There were overalls and rompers, skirts and dresses, even a few blouses. In the end she picked out a low-cut blouse with frilly, delicate detailing and a blustery cotton skirt to match.
“Do you want to come in the changing room with me?” She asked. He knew from prior experience that if he didn’t, he’d be forced to sit and wait on the stools outside and given a long list of instructions on what not to do, making the whole experience drag on even longer. He agreed reluctantly, and followed her in.
She’d undressed in front of him before, so it was nothing new. It wasn’t like she was going to be completely nude, after all, and he was just a kid. She began to unbutton the blouse she was already wearing, watching herself in the mirror as the top of her breasts came into view.
“Turn around, love.” He stood himself in a corner, but could see her reflection in the mirrored cubicle. Normally he wouldn’t be bothered, watching was of no interest, but just as before he found his eyes drawing themselves to her form.
Through the reflection he watched closely as the thin fabric loosened and draped off her shoulders with a gentle rustle. The light bounced gently from her soft skin in a rounded glow and he eyed the gentle sweeping from her neck down to her shoulder and traced it further down, beyond the strap of her lacy bra down along the curves of her waist. Why does she look like that?
He changed his view in the mirror to the mirror in front of her, looking slyly from the corner of his eye so he could quickly look away in case she dropped him a glance. He saw her staring at her face, framed perfectly by her glistening blonde hair. Her chin tapered down into a mellow bend that swooped into her collarbones and further into the tops of her breasts, the rest hidden safely away behind that bra. His gaze hovered on the fine, lacy line between breast and bra. He could only imagine what was beneath. For a moment he wondered what it would be like to have boobs of his own, but his mind quickly replaced that thought with how good it would be to feel them.
His train of thought was quickly shunted when she pulled the new top on and buttoned it up, spinning from side to side as she examined it in the mirror.
“What do you think? Is it too much?” She asked him. Elizabeth knew he wasn’t an expert on women’s fashion, but giving him input in her life made him feel like more a part of it. Only fair, since she had all the input on his.
He turned himself around and eyed her up – she was stunning. The fabric tugged in at her waist and still showed off her curves, and between the frilly ruffles on the seams her cleavage still showed. It even hugged beneath her breasts and showed off just how far they jutted out from her stomach. She was always well-endowed, but Frank was noticing it in far greater detail than before.
He got that funny feeling again, but he didn’t know exactly how to deal with it. He stepped in closer and threw his arms around her, inadvertently touching her butt. She paid it no mind due to his short stature, but he could focus on nothing else. With the side of his head pressed up against the top of her thighs he clung on tight to her round rear and squeezed at the jiggly flesh hidden beneath.
From his position, Frank noticed a peculiar smell from her that he’d never noticed before. It was as though there was more to it than just a smell, something deeper, something he wanted to keep sniffing to sus it out and figure exactly what it was. With a deep, nasal breath he filled his lungs with the scent.
“Hey!” Elizabeth yelped, pushing him off. She turned bright red and her face grew stern. He looked back at her with a disheartened mixture of confusion and fear – he’d done something bad, but he didn’t actually know what it was that he’d done. She could see the look on his face and knew he was waiting for a reason why so that he could understand what he did wrong.
“Don’t go sniffing there… that’s my private area!” As he realised, he started blushing too.
“Sorry Mom…” he mumbled, breaking eye contact to avoid her wrath.
“It’s ok, just… don’t do it again, alright?” She added, turning back to the mirror and removing her skirt to try on the other one. Just as before, the tight fabric slid down with a satisfying smoothness as it dropped to the floor, caressing her legs on the way down. In the dim light from above that was reflected around and around in the mirrors, her whole body was lit with a soft glow that made her skin even more touchable.
Frank was facing back in the corner and peering out of the corner of his eye once more, watching as her butt shook and jiggled gently. It was still tight and shapely, with a beautiful heart shape to it as her hips curled into her waist. Frank trailed the outlines of her body from her calves and upwards as her legs widened into her hips, mesmerised, entranced into a stupor as he stared gormlessly at her beautiful shape.
She pulled up the dress. It was a nice soft fabric and had been made in such a way that it clung to the curves of her body. It was as though it had been made just for her individual shape.
“That looks really good!” Frank cried from behind her. She turned to smile at him, quickly forgetting his previous transgression.
“You think I should buy them both?” She asked. He nodded fiercely. “Do you need any new clothes?” She added.
“No I have plenty of clothes.” He replied quickly, not wanting to spend ages wandering around the boring shops.
“But you’ve been getting bigger, are you sure they all still fit you alright?” She had a look of disingenuity about her. She knew full well that half of his wardrobe didn’t fit anymore and the other half was falling apart after his adventures in the woods near their house. He’d rip the knees or get the cuffs caught on branches and more often than not she’d have to sew them back together when he’d get home.
She knew full well what he was telling her. She saw right through him. “Alright, next time though we’re getting you some new clothes.”
They left and paid at the front counter, heading back out into the air conditioned hallways.
“Are you hungry Frankie?” she asked with a smile, squeezing his hand to instil excitement in him.
“Yeah! Burgers burgers burgers!” He joyfully and quickly exclaimed, jumping up and down as he pulled her in the direction of the food court. The whole way there he was pulling her along as she beamed. People around them smiled at the sight of the excited boy and his doting mother spending a good day together.
There was a whole section of the mall devoted to food and in the centre of it all was a little playground with rides. There was a train for the kids to ride on that went up high along the rafters and a miniature Ferris wheel, climbing sets in the shape of dinosaurs and other wonderous things.
“Mom, mom can I go on the rides?!” He squeaked, pointing so hard that it looked like his arm might jump off on its own.
“Have your burger first, alright?”
They lined up at the burger joint. When it was their turn the young lady at the counter gave him a big smile and leaned over to his level to take his order, focusing her eye contact firmly on him to give him all the attention a young lad could want.
Frank got a big, juicy burger with cheese and sauce and a side of onion rings with a hearty amount of ketchup for dipping. He smiled the whole time they sat there eating, kicking his feet happily under the table. She watched as he was focused, rocking from side to side and taking note of the big movements he was making unintentionally. His body had been growing and he was still getting used to the changes, making his actions slightly awkward but she found it endearing. Elizabeth had decided to get herself a chicken wrap, a little healthier than Frank’s meat and cheese mix but he was happy so she was happy.
He’d made an absolute mess of himself by the time he’d finished, with Ketchup streaking down his front and all over his hands and juices and cheese stuck to the sides of his mouth, running up his cheeks where the burger had pressed up against his face.
She couldn’t help but laugh, taking out her phone and snapping a picture of his huge toothy grin as he posed for her - then came the part he hated. She took a napkin and spat onto it a little, approaching him from the side and holding his face in her soft hand. She rubbed and scrubbed at the mess on his face to remove the ketchup and burger debris, and he scrunched up his visage at the force she put behind it. She wouldn’t be able to remove the stains from his top until they got home, but that was fine.
“Do you want to go on the rides, or do you want milkshakes now?” She asked. Clearly, it was a lot to think about for him as he looked off into the distance, watching the trains chug along overhead. When he’d finished thinking about it all, he finally answered with “Milkshakes” and a big nod of his head.
“Milkshakes it is, then.” She took his hand again and let him carry their tray to the bin, pouring in their refuse and placing the tray on top of the others. The milkshake place was still in the food court and as he tugged she let him go and run off to join the queue. The menu was on a huge blackboard arranged into various sections, one for fruit, one for candy, one for chocolates – there were all kinds of things you could add if you wanted to, and a whole section on display for toppings like sprinkles and cookies and all manner of other things any child, big or small, could possibly want.
She ruffled his hair as she caught up to him. “Don’t go running off too far, ok? Make sure I can still see you.”
“Ok Mom.” He smiled.
“Good boy.”
When it was their turn to order, he got himself a milkshake with chocolate and chocolate and more chocolate, topped off with chocolate chip cookies and cocoa powder on the top. She thought it was a bit too much chocolate, but if it made him happy then it made him happy. There was a big dollop of whipped cream on the top and a large straw to drink it out of that barely fit into his mouth. Elizabeth chose a chocolate ice cream base with malt balls and skipped on the toppings, sticking instead to the cream on its own.
They walked their way back through the mall hand in hand, sipping on their milkshakes on the way. They dropped back into the car and drove home, chatting on the way back about what a nice day it had been together. Every so often he’d stop glancing out the window and turn to look at her. He loved her, he really did. He relished the days they spent together, every outing, every afternoon in the garden, every bedtime story she’d read to him, every kiss on the forehead goodnight. He loved every moment with her. Her placid smile warmed his heart and spread infectiously to his own face. It wasn’t long before his head rested on the window and his eyes became heavy, his body soothed by the gentle rumbling of the car.
Elizabeth looked over to her son, now quiet and peaceful, napping in the most undignified manner with milkshake and ketchup all over him, his mouth wide open with little snores escaping from it between long breaths. She kept glancing to him and then back to the road, back to him and back to the road, wanting to remember that sight forever. At last they reached their home and with slow, heavy blinks, Frank roused himself and rubbed his eyes drearily, his mother’s face coming into focus as his brain thawed from its slumber.
“Did you sleep well?” She joked before moving around to the other side of the car to get him out. With stumbling steps he zig-zagged down the driveway and into the house, lazily kicking off his shoes with blank eyes half-closed. He had to hold himself up with one hand as he did it.
The week following dragged on slowly. Elizabeth went to work to a crazy week as there were a few people in her department off sick, so it was left to her to pick up their slack. The phone was ringing off the hook and as usual, customers were being unreasonably demanding. Frank meanwhile had a nice, easy week at school and had a great time playing with the handful of friends he kept. After school he’d hang around and watch TV or go out into the garden and play in his treehouse until it was dinnertime, before heading into the shower and getting into bed.
One night that week he found it hard to sleep and decided to get some water. The hallway was dark and spooky, but from downstairs he could still hear the sound of the television blaring out adverts. No light seeped through the closed curtains, but artificial light spilled out from the partially-opened living room door into the hallway at the bottom of the stairs. It was enough light to get by, and Frank took tentative steps as not to fall. He made it to the bottom of the stairs quietly and decided to poke his head in to see his mother.
He leaned over sideways to slip through the gap and peered around. On the television there was an advert for some cleaning product where the presenter was dropping pennies into a fish tank filled with the cleaner, but that wasn’t what he was interested in. He looked around to the leather sofas to find his mother laying there completely still. Her hands rested on her stomach lazily and her chest rose and fell as she breathed with gentle swells accompanied by raspy mouthfuls of air.
He pressed the door further open with a creak. She emitted a few snorting snores and her head tossed to the other side. Frank waited silently, watching her with patience. When he was satisfied that she was sleeping soundly he tip-toed inside and picked up the remote, all the while keeping an eye on her in case she woke. He rounded on the television and pushed the standby button and darkness filled the screen.
He looked back at Elizabeth, tried out from working so hard for the both of them. He hadn’t even noticed it, but his eyes began to draw their way across her body as they had before. She lay on her back in her pyjamas – a dainty, lacy little number in a soft peach tone. Her breasts swelled out of the fabric like dough rising out of a pan, oozing out over the edge of the fabric. The panties matched the bra with the same lacy peach look, with a smooth reflective quality to it. He gazed at her legs – boy legs were much straighter and didn’t curve like that, but hers were so shapely as they rose up and curved into her hips. Her hairless legs shimmered and glistened in the soft light as he moved around, and he noticed just how small her hands and feet were compared to the men he’d seen.
He watched her face as she breathed peacefully and stared at her glossy lips. They were plump and round, looking incredibly soft. He wondered to himself what they must feel like, what she tastes like, how it must be to kiss a girl. Then he got that same strange feeling again, like there was something he was supposed to do in response to seeing her like this but he simply didn’t know what it was. Instead, he reached behind the sofa carefully and pulled out the blanket they kept hidden there. He draped it over her gently as not to wake her up, tucking her in right up to her chin. She seemed to appreciate it through her sleep as her lips began to smack slowly and her face relaxed into a comfortable smile. Frank leaned in and planted a gentle kiss on her forehead just as she would have done for him before toddling off to get the glass of water he came down for in the first place.
For the rest of the night he couldn’t get the image of her out of his head. He lay awake with his eyes still closed, and got an uncomfortable feeling between his legs that he’d never had before. His penis had begun to grow erect. It was the first time and nobody had explained that it was even supposed to happen, so he sat there tensing the muscles around it to try and get it back to normal. He grew worried about it, hoping that it wouldn’t fall off and turn him into a girl, or explode and make a mess everywhere, he couldn’t ask her about it since she was a girl and he was too embarrassed.
Reluctantly, he touched it with poking, prodding motions. It was very springy, and as he pinched it he noticed just how hard it had gotten. With his whole hand around it he tried to pull it back away from his torso and hold it between his legs. Thankfully it went away before too long due to his anxiety over what it meant and what he could do about it, but not before his legs began to push against it. That was the first time he’d felt a sensation like that, his nerves awakening as the turgid flesh pushed against his legs.
The week dragged on for Elizabeth, but as the weekend rolled around she’d decided to have an easy weekend for a change. Frank was already outside in the garden after his breakfast, playing up in his treehouse. Elizabeth figured it would be a good time to get in a little bit of yoga in the sunshine while it lasted and grabbed her rolled up powder blue mat and got herself dressed in appropriate attire consisting of a set of tight matte black leggings that sported a glossy blue band on the top that rode up just below her bellybutton and a tight top that hugged her body in a matching blue.
Elizabeth slid open the patio door and stepped out into the beaming sun. It took a few seconds for her eyes to adjust to the bright light as she squinted through it. With bare feet she stepped across the hot tiles around the pool and threw down the yoga mat. She could see from the window of his treehouse Frank’s little face spying down at her so she gave him a smile and a wave. He waved back and his head dipped down out of sight.
Elizabeth pulled out her phone and played some relaxing music to stretch to, but Frank wasn’t much of a fan. Before she started properly she decided to warm up with a few regular stretches. She pulled one arm close to her body and pulled it repeatedly, then swapped to the other one. She followed this up with leaning far on one leg, then the other, then pulling each leg up behind her back. When she was ready, she lay herself down on the spongy mat and got to work.
Frank hadn’t noticed at first. He was too busy doing his own thing up there in the treehouse to see what she was getting up to. After a short while he poked his head back out again and saw his mother stretched out completely in a variation of the downward dog where an arm and leg were both outstretched, after holding them for a while she’d swap over to the other side.
He peeked out of the window frame with just the top of his head, peering down at the female form before him. He’d seen her with less clothes on before, but there was something entrancing about the way what she wore now clung to her that made it seem as though she was wearing nothing at all. His eyes grew wider and wider as he stared. She was facing away from him, unintentionally giving him a fantastic view of her rear. As she moved around he could make out every last detail of her body, from the way it curved like a fine piece of calligraphy to the way her breasts hung down as she bent over. He could tell she wasn’t wearing a bra underneath by the way her nipples pushed against the fabric. She’d reasoned that the top she was wearing was close enough to a sports bra anyway that it wouldn’t matter, and Frank being just a kid wouldn’t notice anything lewd about it all.
She was wrong. While watching her butt wiggle around as she held her balance, reverberating like an echo of each small move, his eyes drew themselves to what lay between her legs. He’d always been familiar with his own architecture, he knew what boys had – but girls were a different thing entirely. He’d seen it before when he was younger; watching friends’ baby sisters having their nappies changed when he was only a toddler himself, catching mere flashing glimpses of what secrets lay beneath a girl’s clothing, but this was different. The previews he had before were vague shadows in his mind and almost seemed not real, as though it were some birth defect or one-off child missing a penis.
He stared and stared at the mound between her legs, blanketed and restrained by that tight fabric around it. It suggested that there was something there – something small, without a defined protruding shape. There was the slight dip in the middle where the fabric sank into her slit, outlining the entrance that he’d come from as a baby.
It started happening again. His penis began to swell with blood, engorging fully and standing to attention with a firm discomfort. His panic rose once more as he pushed it between his legs again, unsure of what else to do in that situation. Of course, it simply sprang back out. He looked down at it, holding out the fabric of his shorts to get a better look. It was so big now… big and hard and sensitive. He wanted to shout out of the window to her to come and take a look and tell him what was going on with his body, but he was too shy.
He continued to watch her body and trace its form, pushing his member down in an attempt to control it but the pressure of it pushing against his insides as he moved it only made things worse. Instead of holding it himself, he decided to use the wall of his treehouse to hold it down. He pressed his body against the wood and hung himself out the window. The turgid tissue inside his torso pushed and squeezed against his prostate and elicited small moans from him that he had no control over.
Thinking she wasn’t being watched, Elizabeth tugged at the fabric of her panties that had shifted uncomfortably from her movements. She’d begun to sweat from the heat of the sun and everything was starting to stick to her – she needed airing out. Frank saw her hand dip behind her and tug at the stretchy material that covered her butt. Her hand slipped right between her cheeks – something he’d never imagined before. Such a simple action, but he’d always had a picture in his mind of her being so clean as to never touch her own butt – then her hand slipped around her front and reached between her legs. Frank’s mouth hung open at the sight of her slender fingers running along the crease between her limbs and along that secret mound that lay there, tugging again at the fabric and wiggling the panties beneath.
He couldn’t believe it. He couldn’t look away, completely hypnotised by his mother’s actions. It was something so simple, but for him it was as though a whole new world had opened up. He’d never seen, or at least never noticed, his mother touching herself in such a way even it was something innocent. She continued her workout, unaware that she was being scrutinised by her son from above. He wanted to see more, he wanted to have the chance to look at her body fully and understand it better, to work out these feelings he was having and find out what was happening to his body – he wanted to know what he was meant to do with the rod between his legs when this went on.
After she was finished she gave him another smile. “Want to watch a movie later?” She called up.
“Y-yeah!” He said with an awkward twang to his voice. He’d have to wait in his treehouse until his body went back to normal before heading back inside.
Elizabeth dropped into the shower to wash off the sweat and get herself nice and clean while Frank stayed in the garden. When she returned, he was still out there. She’d gotten dressed in a set of casual clothes; a loose oversized t-shirt and tight shorts that hugged her thighs and rear.
As the sun was beginning to go down, Elizabeth made a bowl of popcorn for the both of them. Surprisingly for a kid his age he actually preferred the salty popcorn just like his mother. She lay down on the sofa on her back and lazily fiddled at the remote. Frank excitedly jumped on top of her and lay himself down as well, wrapping both of his arms around her and staring at the TV as she jumped through menus to find a movie.
“Any idea of what you want to watch Frankie?” She asked, still looking at the television.
“Ah… something funny!” He replied, watching the list of movies scroll through as he eyed for something he wanted to watch.
“How about this one?” she questioned with a smile. It seemed to be a movie about flying pigs with laser beams coming out of their noses.
“No, not that one.” He bemoaned, so she continued scrolling. She found another film about puppies that come from space and help out the humans.
“Mmm, how about Space pups?”
“Mom, that’s for babies.”
“Ok, alright…” she clicked away further. “How about the ‘Mishaps of Mister Morris’? You like Mister Morris don’t you?” It was a TV series of the bumbling adventures of a mute man in a tatty business suit that had gotten its own film adaptation. There was a layer of humour that was for the adults, while the kids could appreciate the more slapstick side of it.
“Yeah! That one!” Frank said excitedly, jumping up and down on top of her from his knees. It took the breath right out of her and pressed down on her bladder and stomach, leaving her in discomfort.
“Ok, ok, settle down then. Come and cuddle up with me.” Without words he dropped his body down to rest on top of her, pulling the blanket out from behind the sofa and throwing it over the both of them. His front was pressed on her front, and he rested his head on her chest with both of his arms wrapped around her waist. They lay like this every time they had a movie night together, but with his recent revelations he found himself only half paying attention to the screen. There were… more interesting things to focus on pressed up against his body.
From where he lay he noticed her body seemed flat and wide from how far out her hips went. She kept herself in good shape, vowing after she lost the baby weight to keep it off. For a lot of mothers, it’s a hard thing to do but she forced herself to keep a good routine and eat healthy, encouraging little Frank to do the same. Normally he was quite good with it, but she did allow him treats every so often. His arms had wrapped right across the incline of her waist and without realising it himself they had begun to move up and down to follow the curvature of her body up to her chest and down to her waist. She didn’t really think too much of it, he was an active kid who was sometimes hard to keep still, so she took it as him just fidgeting.
He couldn’t stop thinking about the breasts that his head lay on. Plush, full pillows that deformed to accommodate the shape of his head and support its weight. His heart began to beat faster and faster as he realised his proximity to his mother’s titties. He decided not to think about it too hard in case that weird thing started to happen again. He’d done this a thousand times before with no problems, so he reasoned with himself that he should be fine, that he’d be able to get away with lying on her without any embarrassing issues.
He was starting to put two and two together, realising that when he got that feeling from looking at women his penis started to act strange. Nevertheless it was an all-encompassing addiction to looking at her body that plagued him – touching it was a fix unlike any other. He pretended that he was trying to get comfortable and nuzzled his head into her chest, clinging his hands tighter around her waist. He shuffled his hips too, until he managed to slide between her legs. That only made things worse.
His dick was so close to that mysterious mound now, he could feel with his torso that there was essentially nothing there and he desperately wanted to solve the mystery that had plagued him for weeks now.
Elizabeth could feel her boy’s hips moving side to side and back and forth as he shuffled himself around atop her. She was acutely cognizant of it and worked to try and figure out what exactly he was trying to do. She went back and forth in her mind as to whether she should stop him, unsure if it was something inappropriate or something innocent. Her mind was made up as she felt his face graze against her nipple through the thin fabric of her top and his body pressing a little too intentionally into her vagina.
“Frank!” She stammered. He panicked and jumped out of his skin, turning a deep shade of red as his skin burned up. He knew full well he’d been caught doing something he shouldn’t.
“Remember what I said about that being my private area? Sit up properly, now. I think you might be getting a little bit too old do lay on me now.” She said with a huff. He was blushing far too hard.
“Sorry Mom…” he muttered sadly, breaking eye contact with her and sitting himself upright. She pulled her legs in to give him room to sit down, but they both lay with the blanket across them still.
Frank wasn’t sure what she meant when she said ‘too old’. Why did age matter for something like that? He wasn’t even sure what he was doing, but he felt naughty doing it – now he knew for sure it was something bad, but he still didn’t know why.
“You have to be careful, ok? You wouldn’t want someone touching you down there, it’s sensitive. Especially not when you’re doing it with your hips – that’s just for adults.” She explained.
“But Mom-” he objected, but she cut him off short.
“But nothing, alright? You’ll learn about it all when you’re older anyway.”
He watched the screen, thinking about it all. He wanted to ask her to tell him all about it – everything, good and bad, and properly explain why what he was doing was wrong.
“… why is it extra bad if it’s with hips?” He found the courage to ask something, at least.
She was visibly startled, but still staring at the screen. Her lips drew to a thin line and her eyes widened with shock. She knew she’d have to explain all this to him, but she hadn’t intended on doing it while he was still so young. Maybe when he was thirteen or so, but… eight?
Elizabeth had no idea when kids usually learned these things; being her one and only child, she’d not had to go through that just yet, and there were no other parents around to ask for support at that moment. Just him, her, and an awkward silence between them that was cut through by the background noise of the television. She stuttered as she tried to find the right words to say to him, tripping over her letters and getting her tongue tied completely up.
“I … it’s… ah…” she broke her eyes away from the TV. “When a … if you…” She’d begun to blush too, entirely flustered by his line of questioning. “When a boy and a girl like each other very much…” She trailed off, still unsure.
“Is it about boobies?” He asked with the curiosity of a child. He was partly there.
“Boobies are for giving milk to babies, Frankie.”
“How does milk come out of them? I thought milk came from cows?” He giggled. She felt some of the anxiety leave her at his attitude now, but remained frightened at the prospect that the difficult questions were coming sooner rather than later. She made a mental note to prepare herself to tell him soon, to figure out a way to explain it in a way that he’d understand.
“Milk comes from a cow’s boobies, yes, when they’re having a baby. All mothers make milk to feed their babies.”
“… did you give me milk?” Frank asked after a second thinking about it.
“Well, yes. You were a very hungry boy back then.” She answered. That got him thinking about her tits even more, imagining them filled to the brim with milk inside. He didn’t understand how milk came out of them, but when she looked back at the TV he stared at them and imagined the milk inside. Maybe that’s why they were so soft and squishy, he wondered.
Frank soon moved past his embarrassment and simply enjoyed the movie, tossing kernels of popcorn into his maw and crunching away while watching with unblinking eyes. It had gotten late, and he was struggling to stay awake. By the time the movie had finally finished, he was practically asleep sitting up.
“Come on, let’s get you ready for bed.” Elizabeth ordered. They marched upstairs with heavy feet in slow, lumbering steps, and into the bathroom. He brushed his teeth and came back to his room where his mother was waiting.
“Did you have fun today?” She asked as he clambered up onto his bed and curled up beneath the blankets. He’d pulled them right up to his nose, so there was just the top of his head sticking out.
“Yes.” He muttered through the swelling sleep that was about to claim him. “I love you mommy.” He added with a drawl as his eyes clamped themselves shut, no longer able to support the weight of his eyelids. The warmth of the blanket and the dimness of the room, the softness of his pillow and his mother’s loving presence was too much. His comfort was maximised and he started emitting little snores almost immediately.
“I love you too, Frankie.” Elizabeth watched with a smile as his consciousness receded and gave him a little kiss on the forehead. She tiptoed away to the door but took another look at him, watching as she slowly closed the door behind her.
Sunday. Elizabeth awoke to a foggy mist outside that stifled the sun and rose above the grass on the lawn like the ghosts of yesterday’s memories, steadily dissipating to give way to a whole new day. It was early in the morning and she stood by the kitchen window sipping away on a coffee dressed in an oversized t-shirt with one of her favourite band logos printed on it. She’d gotten it many years ago for her husband, when he was still alive, but after he passed she kept a few things to remember him by. Having his things with her still gave her the sense that he was still around and brought back fond memories, almost making it feel as though he was still around.
Elizabeth tidied up the kitchen and living room, carrying her coffee with her as she went, making the most of the time she had before Frank was awake and requiring her attention. She took two slices of bread out and dropped them into the toaster, ready to cook when he woke up.
When she was done cleaning she sat at the round kitchen table and stared blankly out the window as she thought over what had happened the night before. It was undeniable that he was growing up to be a big boy, but she was scared of what was to come. He was starting to notice things that no child would notice, taking an interest in things that should really be beyond his years. Still, he’d always been a curious boy, but it remained surprising.
She ran through the conversation in her mind over and over of how she would tell him about the birds and the bees – starting from the beginning when she ran into questions he might pose that were too embarrassing for her to talk about. She was so deep in thought for so long that she hadn’t even realised that Frankie had already gotten up and made his way downstairs.
He was dressed in his little purple pyjamas and a pair of bunny slippers that matched her own. They even had matching onesies they wore together in winter that looked like bears. He was clearly still sleepy as he approached her rubbing his half open eyes, his other arm limp at his side.
“Good morning Mom.” He mumbled as he dragged one of the wooden chairs across the tiled floor, hopping up onto it with a lazy half-jump half-climb.
“Oh!” She said, startled to attention. “Morning sweetie.” She raised herself up out of her chair and shuffled her way over to the toaster, pulling down the lever to start turning the bread into toast. He sat there watching her opening cupboards and taking down the jam and a small glass that she then filled with orange juice. She placed them both down in front of him and gave him a kiss on top of his head before going to get a plate for his toast.
“What are we doing today?” Frank asked.
“Well, we’re cleaning up today. We didn’t end up doing it last weekend, so today we’ll be going from room to room cleaning everything. I’ll clean my room while you clean yours and then we’ll meet up and work together to get the house spotless, alright?” She knew he wouldn’t like the sound of it, but she always tried to make it into a game to give it a more appealing nature to the young boy.
“What, I don’t want to clean!” he said, flustered.
“We have to; I don’t want to clean either. We’ll make it fun though, I promise.” She added with a smile, hoping dearly that he’d buy it.
“How about… I clean your room!” He giggled. If it made him want to do it, then she didn’t see why not. After a few seconds of deliberation, she agreed.
“Alright, but make sure to do a good job!” She smiled. “I can do the laundry while you do that, then.”
They ate and then milled around for a short while, procrastinating as much as they could get away with before starting their task for the day. Finally, Frankie headed upstairs to his mother’s room while she shuffled around back and forth carrying baskets filled with clothes.
He pushed open her door to reveal the room inside. It had an unseen pressure to it that repelled him – this was her space. This was a girl’s bedroom, his mother’s bedroom. It was her own private area, and he felt like an alien entering another world, or an explorer looking for lost artifacts. It felt like he wasn’t supposed to be there in that unfamiliar space. He took a deep breath and got a good whiff of the sweet, slightly musky, slightly floral air inside. Then he crossed the threshold and entered this strange, girly world.
She had a much bigger bed than him with beautiful silk sheets, but she hadn’t made the bed yet. Along the back wall was a big wardrobe and a full length mirror next to it. Across the floor were various articles of clothing that she’d attempted to throw into the wicker basket but missed or been too tired to properly discard. Frank started with the clothes, picking up piece after piece until his arms were full of mildly-stinky laundry. He came across a piece of her underwear. For what seemed like forever it entranced him, calling out to him from its crumpled position on the floor. Underwear was underwear, but this was girl’s underwear. It felt very naughty, like he wasn’t supposed to be seeing it.
That feeling began to swell in him again. Not as fast as when he was staring at his mother’s body, but the very presence of the room with its flowers and silk and muted pastel colours screamed that this was a woman’s sanctuary, and he had penetrated its walls.
He checked behind him and eyed the door for a moment, watching to see if she would appear. He listened carefully for her position around the house, hoping dearly that she wasn’t anywhere around. When he was satisfied that he was very much alone, he leant down and picked up the panties from the floor, dropping the rest of the clothes into a pile at his feet.
With both hands he stretched them out before him. It was a lacy set of peach coloured panties with a satin sheen. They looked so small - even his y-fronts were more spacious. The fabric was so soft and smooth though, unlike his own. He imagined putting them on, but there would be no room for his balls. It was like a puzzle to him that he had to solve, trying to figure out how the panties fit and what could be hiding beneath them.
His nose got a preview of the smell that was coming from them when the fabric opened up as he held it aloft in the light. He checked behind himself again to make sure she wasn’t there as his mind was made up on what was going to happen next. When he was sure he was still safe, he lifted them up and looked inside. There was an extra piece of fabric that he didn’t expect on the inside – the gusset – and he wondered what it might be for. There was a little stain on it in the shape of a line, and his mind wandered as he wondered what might have caused a stain in that shape. Unable to find an answer, he lifted the fabric closer to his face and took a whiff.
The smell instantly ignited his senses. It was a dense, cloying smell with a base of heavy musky tones that rose up into a lighter sweetness. The smell was very rounded, bereft of sharp notes like vinegar or citrus, but he likened it more to the time he’d spent in the woodlands. It had the same kind of feel as earth and mushrooms on his nose, but was its own thing entirely.
With each big lungful he wanted more. Before long, he had his nose completely buried in the panties taking huge huffs with flared nostrils, savouring the scent. He hadn’t noticed how it stirred feelings within him, all he knew was that he wanted – needed more. His body had become overwhelmed with stimulus. The naughty feeling of being in a girl’s room, holding and sniffing her panties and inhaling the pheromones, it was all so much. His dick began to rise furiously, twitching and pushing against the stretchy fabric of his pyjamas as it desperately tried to make its escape. He panicked a little as he noticed it for himself. His mother would be back up in no time to collect the washing, but he didn’t want to be seen like this.
He noticed the sound of her footsteps falling across the stairs, encroaching closer and closer and he fumbled around scooping the clothes back up into his arms and rushing over to the basket to throw them in. Just as he’d lifted the basket, holding it tight to his front to hide his erection, she slid through the door.
“You’ve got the clothes for me? Thank you!” She grinned, taking the basket and turning away to take it to the washer. His cheeks burned red, but she thankfully didn’t notice.
After she was gone again, he continued his cleaning. There were a few pieces of cardboard and tangled hairs across the carpet, so he picked up the little pieces and carried them over to the bin. He wanted to do a good job for her, so he even checked behind her dresser and drawers and under the bed.
Beneath the bed were hidden a few nondescript boxes that looked like they might contain boring adult paperwork, a pair of slippers and a few hairclips that he pulled out and dropped onto her bedside table. There was something else there that he had no idea about – it looked like a giant microphone, but he could tell that it wasn’t. It had a plug on it, so it was electronic, but he couldn’t seem to figure out what it did. She’d just left the room, so he took his chance to quickly pull it out and plug it in to figure out what this mysterious contraption did.
There were three buttons on it, on and off, and up and down. He turned it on and the device started to give off a deep hum as it began to buzz in his hands. He cautiously put his free hand onto the ball at the end of it, and sure enough it was vibrating. He didn’t get shocked as he initially feared, and left his hand there for a moment as he enjoyed the sensation of it purring away at his palm. He turned the power up to its maximum setting and giggled as his hand blurred from the rapid movement. The ball end seemed to have the same smell as her panties, though it was a lot fainter.
He tried to add it all up, wondering why this would have the same smell as her panties. Did this go in her panties, or was it a fainter smell because it went over them? Why did it seem to buzz and vibrate, what exactly did it do?
At the sound of her creeping back up the stairs again he panicked and snatched the plug from the socket, tossing the mysterious machine back beneath the bed. He tried to make it look as close as possible to how he found it, but he was rushing. He tried to make himself look both innocent and busy again, getting back to cleaning once more. She didn’t even enter the room, instead going to get his laundry basket. He’d grown paranoid from the excitement, wanting to discover more things and explore the realm of women, but didn’t want to get caught while doing it.
He pushed his inquisitive mind away and forced himself to focus on cleaning. He had to make it look like he was doing something other than just snooping around her room - he didn’t want to giver her reason to be suspicious, especially after last night’s transgression.
He got away with it. Together, they cleaned the house from top to bottom. The whole thing took a few hours after wiping down the windows and dusting, she got him to use the vacuum on the floors and sweep the tiles in the kitchen. She washed all the pots while the took the bags out of the bins, and bit by bit the whole house grew spotless. She’d played games with him the whole time, racing against him to complete tasks (though not actually putting much effort into rushing, herself) or trying to clean more things than the other (she let him win on purpose), even tossing items around the house that needed putting away. He had a great time playing while cleaning, and she wore a satisfied grin that she’d tricked him into enjoying it.
When they were done, Elizabeth decided it’d be a good time to get a shower and put on some clothes. Frank, waiting on the shower, grabbed himself a glass of milk and sat in front of the TV watching a show about cars. She took a while in the shower, letting the hot water soothe her muscles and rejuvenate her skin.
She came down into the living room in nothing more than two towels – one around her head to dry her hair, and another one around her body. Frank broke his attention away from the TV to grant it to her.
“All done. Your turn, Frankie. Don’t forget to scrub you-know-where.” She uttered, rubbing the towel on her head against her hair.
“Alright Mom.” He replied, staring at her. Beneath the towel he could see her legs glisten from the moisture that still dripped from them. After being in the warm water her skin seemed to glow. His eyes traced up to the line between her ample breasts. The way they jutted out from her body made the towel hang loose. They looked to soft and pliable – he wanted to bury his head in there and never come out.
She stepped away, heading back to the stairs. As she turned, he accidentally caught a fleeting glimpse of what lay beneath that milky white towel. He saw her inner thighs, and in that snapshot of a moment that burned itself in his mind, he saw what lay beneath. It was only a vague flash, but there was nothing there at all other than the Y shape of her torso and thighs meeting, that mound that puzzled him earlier covered in a thin layer of blonde hair.
She hadn’t noticed that he caught sight of her, but the image was stuck in his mind’s eye now. His dick jumped up at it in an instant and he started to nurse it beneath the palm of one of his hands, pushing it back down and riding out the sensation of the deepest parts pushing against his prostate. This elicited little moans from his throat that he didn’t plan as the feeling swelled outwards and coursed through him.
He waddled upstairs and made his way into the shower, still rock solid. The feeling of the water splashing on his dick with pressure was something entirely new for him and far more intense than simply pushing it down between his legs. He touched it and prodded it, smacked it around trying to get it to go back down. Not knowing what it was still worried him, but the fact that it was happening with increasing frequency worried him even more. He resolved that he’d have to ask his mother all about it, there was no running away from it anymore.
He washed his hair and scrubbed his body, all the while his cock sprung back and forth as he rocked around. He found it kind of funny despite being fearful for what it meant for him, it was a silly thing to be attached to his body. It would have made a good toy if it wasn’t a body part. When he was clean, he stumbled out of the shower and wrapped himself in a towel but his dick still poked out, making a little tent.
He went off to his room and threw on some clothes before heading back downstairs, still rocking a boner. There was no avoiding it anymore, he had to find out exactly what was happening to his body. He knew that she must know about it, she knew so much about so many things. She had managed to get herself dressed in the time he was taking a shower, now wearing a salmon-coloured low-cut t-shirt and tight shorts of the same material as her yoga pants. Her heavy, bra-free tits hung tight against the fabric of the t-shirt and it clung to the whole curve of each breast, outlining them and showing every detail as though she were wearing nothing at all.
“Mom…” He began, edging his way into the living room where she was watering a few plants. “I have questions!”
She turned around and put down the little silver watering can. “What’s up, sweetie?” He turned beet red and struggled to hold his gaze on hers. She gauged his reaction and feared the worst.
“It’s my … thingy. It got bigger, and now it won’t go away! It feels funny, too. Do I have to go to see the doctor?” He asked with an ambivalent mix of worry, embarrassment and fear.
Her face quickly grew into a pitiful look. Her poor son had no idea what was happening to his body. It was a little early, but she didn’t want him living in fear of the entirely natural things happening to him.
She took a deep breath to calm her nerves before beginning. “… you’d better sit down. Come.” She led him over to the sofa and sat him down next to her, patting the cushions with one hand. From the corner of her eye she could see the mountain in his navy blue shorts. It was bigger than she’d expected, but she quickly looked away and removed the invasive thoughts from her mind. Still, she was curious about what it looked like now. She hadn’t really seen it since he started dressing himself, and that’d been a few years now.
She moved her eyes to his worried expression. “That’s … completely normal. For boys, your thingy gets hard. It’s called a penis, and when it’s hard like that it’s called an erection.” He stared at her with wide eyes that glittered in the light as he learned.
“Now… it normally happens when your body is responding to somebody else. When you see somebody that you like, or when somebody touches you or kisses you…” She was struggling to say it all. This was the end of his innocence, his naiveite, and she was the one killing it. “It can get hard. It will feel good, too, when you touch it. Don’t go showing it to anyone though, that’s your most special, private area and it’s only for the people you really love and for yourself, ok?”
“Ok Mom.” He nodded violently. “What do I do with it? How do I make it go away?”
“Ah… well… uh…” she stumbled, trying to find a delicate way to put it. “It’s either going to go away on its own when your body stops responding to whatever it is that started it in the first place, or if you make it feel good enough then something else will happen.”
“Something else like what?” he asked with a genuine tone of confusion.
“It’s something called an orgasm, Frankie. Girls and boys are very different, but for boys when you make your penis happy enough, it … it erupts, like a volcano?” She wasn’t sure if that was the right way of putting it, raising an eyebrow and questioning herself. “Maybe more like a water gun.”
“Kind of like when I pee?”
“Not quite… it’s, uh… when you pee it’s one long stream, this is more… splurt splurt splurt.” She motioned with her hands to try and give him the right idea and get him to understand. He still looked puzzled, but when he had his first orgasm things would make a lot more sense. “And when it’s finished splurting then it’ll go away and you’ll feel all warm and tingly.”
“What about girls?” He asked. “What about you mom?”
She looked away. She couldn’t keep eye contact when explaining the opposite sex to him. “Girls have different parts. Yours is an outtie, it hangs outside your body. Mine is an innie, it’s inside me.” He had a look of amazement about his face. He’d never imagined it could be inside her!
“And when a girl and a boy love each other very much, and they both agree to it, then the boy puts his penis inside the girl’s vagina. That’s what it’s called.”
He looked straight forward as he tried to figure it all out. Penis. Vagina. He still didn’t really know what it looked like.
“Can I see your… va-gai-nah?”
She blushed a deep red. “No, please don’t go up to girls and ask that.” She regretted telling him now, he was too young. She worried he’d be going up to girls at school and asking that now. “If the mood is right and you’re both alone together and you both want to … explore each other, then you can do it.”
“Can I see your boobies?” he asked with that same innocence to his voice.
“No, Frankie.”
“But you said it’s when you love each other very much… don’t you love me? I love you, Mom…” His voice was turning whiny. She was still curious about how developed he’d gotten in the past few years, even if she wouldn’t admit to it. But to show her son her breasts? Maybe, she reasoned, he would be too young to really remember it anyway. She felt like saying no would be kind of mean, even if his question was a little odd. Besides, nobody would have to know.
“… You have to promise me you won’t tell ANYBODY.”
“I Promise! I promise, I really promise!” He beamed. He was clearly excited.
With a reluctant sigh she gripped the bottom of her top and lifted it up, scooping the bra with it. Her tits lifted with the bra for a way and then with a slap of skin they dropped back down and jiggled and rippled under their own weight. Frank’s mouth hung wide open and his eyes popped right out – he was absolutely stunned by the sight of it.
Elizabeth hadn’t been looked at in that manner for a long time. She hadn’t had a man to touch her, to hold her, to make her feel good for six long, lonely years. The feeling of it being her own son was strange, but her body responded to the attention she was receiving from him. He ogled her nipples that grew stiff at the excitement and the cold air, the skin bumping up and growing hard.
“They’re so different than mine!” He said as he moved closer to get a good look.
“Yeah, they’re a lot bigger because they’re all stretched out. This is where the milk comes from.” She said, pointing at an erect nipple.
“I sucked on that when I was a baby?” He questioned, his face puzzled again.
“Yes, that’s right. For a girl, it feels really good when you suck on them too. It can be something you do before you have sex, or even during.”
“Can… can I try it?” Frankie asked, eager but reluctant to step over the line.
She was shocked that he was so bold. She paused. She shouldn’t have paused, it should have been an automatic ‘no’, but there she was sitting silently with her son staring at her titties. He wasn’t going to tell anyone, she told herself. He wouldn’t remember it, so what would it matter if he did? Besides, he’d done it before when he was a baby…
She knew it was wrong. She knew it was illegal, she knew he was too young and she knew she should say no.
“I … I suppose?” She answered, regretting her decision immediately. Her years of loneliness had gotten to her, and as she uttered her confused approval her pussy began to twitch in excitement. She braced herself, her muscles tensing and the tiny hairs across her body standing on end as her own son reached down and led his face towards her chest.
Finally, his soft, hairless lips cupped over one of her breasts. His hand managed to find the way to the other one and her hand instinctively covered it while her fingers moved his around, showing him what to do. He sucked and sucked, half expecting milk to come out. His mother moaned softly at the sensations now jittering through her body as her erect nipple felt his tongue circling around and flicking it, coupled with the warm moisture of his mouth.
“Yeah, like that Frankie. Move your tongue around and around. Suck hard, but don’t use your teeth.” She was appalled at herself for directing her son like that as he sucked on her tits. Her eyes closed and she imagined her husband instead, trying to break the reality of the situation.
Frank, meanwhile, was harder than he’d ever been. Precum already pooled at the tip of his dick and moistened his underwear. Happily, he kept sucking and using his other hand to pull and twist at the other nipple as her hand instructed.
She could feel things starting to get hot and heavy. She removed her top entirely and tossed it to the side on the floor, even if they had just cleaned. The moisture between her legs grew more noticeable as her excitement rose. Knowing just how wrong it was that her son was the one doing this to her made it all the more right. She’d never imagined it before, but the way he was making her feel in that moment made her wonder if this was going to be a regular thing, or if he’d ask for more but the most primal part of her mind wanted her to ask for more. Six years without a good dicking was more than enough.
“Frankie…” Elizabeth huffed, reclining back on the sofa and pulling him on top of her. She opened her legs and let his body sink between. “Do you want to see more?” She asked, blushing deeply. She quaked and trembled out of fear that she’d be found out, excitement and embarrassment, but God did she find it hot.
Frank nodded furiously. “Yes! I want to know everything Mom!”
With a sly, almost awkward smile, she placed her thumbs beneath the fabric of her panties and shorts and slid them slowly across her legs until both feet were out and tossed them to the floor to join her top and bra. Frankie stared down at the fuzzy mound between her legs, finally getting a good view. She could tell by his expression that he was astounded, completely paralyzed from the sight of it as his mind tried to process what he was seeing.
He looked down at his mother’s glistening slit, the lips now puffy and swollen with a red tinge to them, parting in the middle as her crimped inner lips began to swell and show themselves from within. Then the smell hit him, the same scent he’d picked up from her panties. Everything up until now began to make sense, the shape of it, the smell of it…
“Why is it wet? Did you spill something? Is it pee?” He asked. He was still curious.
“That’s what happens to a girl. Boys get hard, and girls get wet. Why don’t you feel it?” Her heart was beating so hard – it felt like her chest was going to burst and her skin was going to burst into flame at how hot she felt.
With tiny adventurous fingers, Frank began to poke and prod away at her pussy. He pulled at the outer lips to get a better view of what was going on inside and saw her already-swollen clit. As he touched that she began to moan and gasp in shuddering, staggered breaths. “It’s so slippery!” he exclaimed.
“That’s to – ah – help the boy’s penis inside…” she huffed, her eyes clamped shut.
Frank’s finger slid downwards through the moisture, trailing along her labia as he followed the way it folded and curved. There was a slightly slimy, sticky quality to the liquid coming from her. He was entirely entranced by how it was all working. He pushed a little deeper, aided by his mother’s slick liquid, finding the ring of muscle that formed her entrance.
“Ohhh” she moaned “that’s where the boy’s penis goes…”
Frank’s finger slid all the way inside, right up to his knuckle. He was shocked at how deep it went and how warm it was inside. He felt her inner walls clamp and squeeze around his finger, seeping more moisture out across his hand as it happened.
She didn’t even tell him to, but Frank pulled down his shorts. Elizabeth craned her head up slightly to get a good look at it – he was a lot more developed than she had thought. He must have been either very well endowed, or years ahead of his peers at school. She couldn’t stop staring at it as it twitched and throbbed before her. There was no stopping it now, she was too wet and horny to tell him no, her lust shackled her to her position on the couch, and she knew full well he’d want to try this.
Never in a million years would she have expected to take her son’s virginity, and yet here they were. Frankie remembered what he had done the previous night that got him into trouble and positioned himself better between her legs, holding himself up above her and thrusting his dick against her sopping pussy. He didn’t even need to guide himself in; her vagina did all the work. It was so wet and swollen from being so excited that her puffy lips acted like a slide, allowing his dick to slip right into the correct position.
He felt the ring of muscle that made up her entrance again, but this time with the extra-sensitive tip of his penis. The warm slick feeling of her smooth skin running against his sensitive nerves was unlike anything, even better than the water in the shower earlier. She had grown tight and extremely sensitive in her long time untouched and the feeling of her boy rubbing against her, pushing and demanding entry with his turgid cock was drowning out any concern in her that remained about doing this with her son. Abruptly, he slipped inside.
The feeling of her walls being pushed open, stretched wide and filled deeply made her back arch as the breath was robbed from her body. “Now move your haa-“ she huffed. “Move your hips back and forth… keep a steady rhythm, ok?”
Frank didn’t say anything. He was entirely focused on the sensation of his mother’s pussy squeezing around his dick, the warm and slick sensation as her swollen walls stroked and caressed his tingling glans driving him wild. His cock now had grown so hard that it bordered on painful as it throbbed assertively inside her. Elizabeth could feel every swollen vein that bumped up from his skin rubbing against her insides and savoured every inch of engorged dick sliding in and out of her.
Frank began to let out high pitched grunts and groans as his small body pumped away at her. He couldn’t believe he was doing this – not only losing his virginity so early, years before any of his friends would, but getting to do this with the woman he cared about more than anything.
He pulled his dick all the way out to the very tip and slammed it right back down inside her until his torso slapped against her wet mound again and again, giving her every last inch that he had to offer. It was glorious. He wasn’t even done and he was already hoping that they’d get to do this again. His body felt every tingle and spark that passed between their nerves, shocking his skin and tingling him right to the core with each stroke of his hips.
Elizabeth stopped him for a moment, pushing her hand to his chest. She didn’t say anything, but with a warm smile she turned herself over and presented her ass high in the air as she leaned over the armrest of the sofa.
Frank was now presented with a fantastic view of her ass – he admired the heart shape that her hips made as they slanted and slalomed down into her thighs and stared at the way her hips shifted into her waist. Her body was so curvy all over, there was so much shape to it that it was like an art piece that he couldn’t stop looking at. His eyes trailed between her splayed cheeks and followed the crease of her butt along to her glistening cunt, still swollen and puffy.
She didn’t even need to instruct him anymore; it was like his body knew what to do from here on out. He shuffled along the couch closer and stood on his knees while he grasped his hands around the dip of her waist. His dick naturally lined up with the glossy erupting line of her pussy and he allowed it to be consumed again by his mother’s hungry hole, watching it closely as he slowly fed inch after inch of swollen meat inside. It was insane to him that it all fit inside, it was like magic watching it disappear.
With his mother beneath him, entirely under his control now, he began to pump away once more. The air in the room had become humid and thick, heavy with the pheromone filled scent from her vagina and their collective sweat. Frank kept a good pace, not too fast but not painfully slow either. For her, she could feel herself being spread wide and closing back up again as he entered and exited her insides, her pussy clenching and squeezing against his dick with each throbbing thrust.
The boy couldn’t believe it was happening, and with his own mother no less. Everything made sense now, all of it had clicked into place and he’d finally gotten the answers he was looking for. There was just one thing left that he had to experience, and he was fully intent on discovering his orgasm.
Slapping noises echoed around the room, bouncing off the walls and washing back over them in harmony with their collective moans and grunts. “Frank… Oh God, Frank…” Elizabeth moaned as he bit his lip and picked up speed, crushing her outer walls with all the force he could muster. As something swelled within him he bit down on his lip and focused himself on the burgeoning feelings of his body.
With a shiver across his entirety he felt something else entirely new as his prostate began to clench and his ballsack tightened against his body, rising up in repetitive squeezes. The dick that filled his mother swelled beyond what either of them had expected it to be able to and started twitching uncontrollably with great force and Frank cried out with wild ecstatic cries at the incredible sensation of his first orgasm.
His prostate tightened within him, sending huge waves of pleasure through every scrap of skin, every organ, filling his brain with a hazy, lightheaded satisfaction while his dick convulsed with a maddened fury. He hadn’t known it, but huge dollops of cum shot from him into his mother’s walls and he slammed his body with huge final thrusts. By the time he looked down, panting desperately for breath, he saw for the first time his creamy, pearly, sticky hot cum dribbling out of her quivering pussy.
They both panted and wheezed, their bodies growing limp and loose as they tried to recover, and Frank lay back on the sofa and stared at the ceiling as he relished the residual tingling that radiated from his dick.
“I learned so much…” he panted, still staring straight up.
A sickened feeling in Elizabeth’s stomach rose as she realised exactly what she’d just done, but that primal part of her brain spoke again, telling her to teach him more, asking her how he might be at eating pussy. She tried to shoo away the invasive thoughts, but secretly wondered the same.