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Parental Joy

It was one of those days not long after the family had returned from their
trip to Holland, and only a few days Jake had turned 13. His father, John,
was away on a course updating his knowledge on some financial regulations,
and Miles was staying on at school at his after school photography club. So
when Jake arrived home, he found his mum's Defender in the drive. He wasn't
expecting that having prepared himself for being at home by himself. At
least until Miles got back. Unbeknown to Jake, his mum had arranged to take
back some extra hours she had worked at the hospital where she specialised
in paediatric urology and associated disciplines. This knowing full well
that she would have the house, and Jake, to herself for an hour or so.

"Wasn't expecting you at home, mum," Jake called out as he closed the front
door behind him, and knelt down to untie the laces of his black school
shoes. Taking his shoes off he tucked the laces inside the shoes before
stowing them in the shoe rack. Then he removed his school blazer hanging it
up on the coat rack.

"I had some bank hours to take back. I'm in the lounge, come and join me."

Leaving his school bag at the bottom of the stairs, Jake entered the lounge
to find his mum sat on a floor cushion, propped up against the sofa. On
seeing him, she turned off the NetFlix film she'd been watching. Spreading
her legs, she opened up a space so that she could invite her younger son to
join her sitting on the cosy cushion. Jake duly took up the invitation and
sat down, leaning back up against his mother.

"How was your day?" Marilyn asked.

"Oh, just the usual," the boy replied. "How was yours?"

"Just the usual," she responded using the same words and tone as her son.

"Is that all?" Jake asked back.

"Just as boring an answer you gave me!" she replied back as she reached
round in front of Jake to undo the school tie from around his neck. Rolling
it up she left it on the floor to the left of her. Then proceeded to slowly
unbutton his white shirt, only stopping once she reached his grey
trousers. The rest of the buttons, and the shirt, being tucked inside
them. As she leaned forward, she detected a slight odour of sweatiness from
her son's body.

Peeling back the shirt down his arms, the reason for the odour became known
as Jake had his white games T-shirt on underneath his shirt.

Marilyn confirmed it by asking, "So you had games today then?"

"Yes, but we didn't have time to change as we finished games late, and had
to just put our uniform back on top of our games kit. Design and Technology
was our last period and Mr Johnson would have complained he couldn't
complete his lesson plan."

The answer provided Marilyn the knowledge that under his trousers Jake
would still be wearing games shorts. She unfastened the waistband button of
the trousers and pulled the zip down, revealing the blue half thigh length
shorts. Now that the trousers were undone, Marilyn was able to undo the
last two buttons of the shirt and remove it from his body. Feeling down her
son's chest she felt for his nipples through the games T-shit, and after
finding them rubbed them with the tips of her forefingers.

That brought a response of "You're teasing me, mum."

Ceasing from her sensual activity, she raised Jake's arms and taking hold
of the bottom of the T-shirt she tugged it up his chest. So that it came
off inside out. No matter, it was going in the wash anyway.

"Now I can tease you even more," as she reached round him again and found
his now naked nipples, which she gently teased with the tips of
forefingers. "Oh, and don't worry if you find your nipples grow a bit
soon."

"I know. I've seen Miles's, and they're bigger now he's changing into a
man."

"That's not what I meant, however yes, he is fifteen now and there's no
going back. He is getting to be quite hairy in all the right places, along
with developing muscles and a deepening voice." Marilyn continued, "You're
not far behind in those stakes.

"What did you mean then?"

"I was referring to when your nipples are teased they become stiff, not
unlike another certain part of the male anatomy."

"Thanks, mum!"



Over the Water

Across the channel, that stretch of water that separated the English and
Dutch families, who not so long age had spent an excellent week together,
other family interactions were taking place. Sem had returned home from
school, but wasn't his usual self. Olfred, his father, noticed straight
away, when the door to the house didn't fly open in the way it normally
would to announce his nine-year old younger son's arrival. Commenting to
his wife about the lack of the door making its characteristic protest as it
banged against the furniture behind it, he went into the hall. On seeing
Sem, it was very much confirmed that he wasn't in his normal state of
excitement to be home. He looked blue and very cold and shivered as though
it was the middle of winter. Which it wasn't as it was now September and
mother nature was being kind and keeping the temperature warm.

"What's up Sem? You look like a snowman lost in the wrong season!"

"I'm so cold," the boy replied through clenched teeth.

"Looks like you're going down with something, but normally if anything you
feel too hot rather than too cold."

Sem didn't respond but instead moved forward and hugged himself up to his
dad. Olfred put his hand against his son's forehead and did indeed detect a
coolness. "I'm so tired as well."

"There's only one thing for it. A hot bath!"

Just then Sem slid down his father's body and puddled at his feet.

"Margret, Sem is very cold and tired. Can you run a soapy hot bath for him
please whilst I get him some warm blackcurrant juice?"

Margret came out into the hall to see for herself how her youngest
offspring was. Seeing him on the floor, she looked at her husband and
agreed the course of action he had decided on. It was easier for Olfred to
carry Sem into the lounge and prop him on a sofa; the boy was just that bit
too heavy now for her to carry him. She turned and headed for the stairs to
run the requested bath in the master bedroom en-suite. Olfred knelt down
and picked up the seemingly lifeless body off the floor and carried him
through to the lounge and gently propped him up against the arm of the
sofa.

"Not as though you're going anyway, but stay put and I'll get you some warm
juice."

Sem closed his eyes and waited for his father to return. He just couldn't
make out what was wrong with him, it was just so totally weird, but he knew
his head ached when there was no excuse for it doing so.

"There you go. One warm sweet drink for one sweet boy." There was no
response when at any other time that would have earned a rebuke for such a
comment. Olfred wrapped his son's hands around the warm mug, then his own
over the top to steady it. Lifting the vessel to Sem's mouth he helped his
son finish drinking the warming fluid.

"Any better?"

"A bit," Sem responded, "I don't like headaches."

"No secret, nobody does."

Margret returned to the lounge to announce that there was a very nice bath
waiting for her ice boy to warm up in.

"Okay, port-a-boy service required again?" he enquired.

"Yes please," he confirmed raising his arms in readiness to wrap them
around his father's neck.

Olfred knelt down on one knee, placed his right arm under his son's back,
and the other arm under his knees. Carefully raising himself up to his full
height he felt Sem place his arms tightly around his neck.

"Hey, I know you're getting heavier, but I'm not going to drop you, ease up
a bit will you!"

Sem did as he was asked and told himself to relax into his father's
arms. He knew he trusted his dad.

Slowly, the pair made their way up the stairs to the master bathroom and
the tub of heated water, waiting for it's recipient.

"Have you got the strength to stand up to get undressed?" asked Olfred as
he got his son on his feet. Sem did indeed stand and looked up into his
father's eyes.

"I'm so tired!" he proclaimed as he then yawned. "Can you take my clothes
off please, dad?"

"Of course, pleased to be of service."

Olfred knelt down and undid the Velcro straps of Sem's blue and white
trainers. Sem put his hands on his father's shoulders and leant on him as
his small feet were relieved of their encumbrances, followed by his thin
white ankle socks. Next came his red and green patterned sweater, white
T-shirt, and grey vest. Sem's slim fit black jeans took a little bit of
work to remove. The easy part for Olfred was releasing the elasticated
waistband button from its captivity, then pulling the fly zip open.



Home Ground

Now that Jake was sitting on the floor between his mother's, topless and
with his trousers half way down his legs, he spluttered over his mother's
previous comment. Looking down at himself, the lack of a protrusion in his
school sports shorts confirmed what he felt, or rather he was relieved what
he didn't feel.

Marilyn saw her son looking down to check that there hadn't been a
reaction.

"Safe to continue then?" she queried.

"I suppose," came back a non-committed response, as Jake put his hands on
the carpet and raised his bottom to allow his mother to grasp the waistband
of his school shorts and lower them to join his trousers. With the action
completed, Jake relaxed and laid back into his mother, leaving his arms by
his sides and his middle now just clothed in his underwear. He was not in
the least bit ashamed to be so close to his mother in such a state of
undress, unlike 99% of thirteen year-old's would be, as his mother
confirmed.

"I'm so proud of you Jake that you are comfortable being like this with
me."

"Not like we haven't seen each other naked recently, is it, so what? I wish
that we could have somewhere in England where as a family we could go like
we did in Holland. That was so cool."

"Well, we've had this discussion before. I don't see the great British
public having a change in attitude anytime soon. Even the national naturist
organisation doesn't have that many family events though they are working
on putting on more." Marilyn responded.

"Don't you mean having more events where they take clothes off rather than
putting on more?" Jake humoured his mum.

"Oh your wit astounds me, it's worse than your dads!" she
exclaimed. "Talking of taking clothes off shall we lose these underpants?"

"Lose them? Please don't they are my favourite underwear!"

"Why so?"

Because of the way they hold me so snugly." Jake explained and by way of
further explanation added, "They have more of a pouch at the front so that
when I wear joggers my bits don't show so much."

Indeed, that was the way they were designed, being a recent development in
male under clothing to compliment that joggers were becoming ever more
popular. Jake's were bright green with a grey waistband and the pouch he
referred to was also grey. To flatten the male frontage, clothing designers
had developed new designs to keep errant genitalia from being pronounced in
slim fitting joggers, that were especially popular with younger boys.

"Being so bright green they would warn anybody from a distance to keep
away," Marilyn laughed.

"Makes a change from boring black though, and anyway I like bright
colours."

"I know you do. Costs a fortune in buying best quality washing detergent so
your clothes don't fade."

"Well, I appreciate it, mum. One day I think I'd like to be a fashion
designer so that I could influence the way clothes develop."

"That's very good. Keep clothes sensible, comfortable, and easy to look
after and you should be on to a winner. Perhaps one day I could look
forward to wearing something you're designed, Jake."

Marilyn then put her hands on her son's hips and felt the soft silky
material that covered them, then moved them round the front to explore the
tightness of the pouch. The material it was made of was different and made
to be breathable so that its contents could be kept cool. However it was
still possible to discern the shape of her son under the palms of her hands
as she moved them around.

"May I?" she asked.



Back across the water.

Just as Olfred finished removing his son's jeans after a bit of a struggle,
as he looked back up at his son, he discerned the beginnings of a growing
wet patch in Sem's blue and grey stripped briefs.

"Sorry dad, I can't hold it, you took to long getting my jeans off," Sem
creed. Hastily Olfred picked up his son under his armpits and got him in
the shower.

"It's okay, just let it go."

Sem did just that and gave up trying to control emptying his bladder,
allowing his pee to soak his underwear and run into the shower tray. Tears
started to roll down his cheeks as he let his emotions go too.

"Don't be so upset Sem, things happen. We can't always control them however
much we want to."

"It's not that, dad, My briefs are the one that Miles brought me when we
went shopping. It's only the second time I've worn them and I've spoilt
them." The first time Sem had worn them had been directly after the
shopping expedition he was so keen on Miles seeing him dressed in them.

"I see," his dad responded trying to comfort his distraught son. "They will
wash and be like new."

"I hope so," Sem replied as his stream ceased.

Olfred moved forward and pulled the soiled underwear down his son's legs,
leaving him completely naked.

"Just as well the bath is ready for you," he commented seeing that it was
full. He picked Sem up under his arms though keeping him at a distance to
avoid being contaminated with urine. Turning around he lifted his youngest
over the bath and gently lowered him into the warm water. Sem involuntary
shivered as his body reacted to the heat. The water came up to just below
his shoulders and the layer of bubbles covered him.

"How's that Sem?"

"It's lovely and I'm starting to feel a bit better."

"That's good. I'm pleased to hear it. I'll leave you to soak."

"Dad," Sem called out as his dad turned to leave the bathroom.

"Yes, son."

"Can we have a bath together?"

"You really want to have a bath together? Why?"

"Because I don't want to be on my own, and I'd really like it."

Olfred looked at his son who had the best pleading face he could put on.

"Okay, just this once and because it's you." Olfred gave in and started to
undress as Sem looked on.

"Thanks, dad. I really appreciate it. You're still good looking for your
age."

"Thanks for that," Olfred, now naked, responded with a smile as he got into
the bath behind his son. Once seated he pulled Sem back so that he rested
on his chest, then put his arms on his son's thighs. "Now lets make sure
you're clean where it matters shall we?"

Sem blushed as he knew what his father was referring to, and sure enough he
felt his father's right hand on the end of his penis, gently pulling his
foreskin back. His glans now uncovered directly felt the warm of the water
and made Sem feel good. Replacing the foreskin, Olfred then moved his hand
down and found the two tiny globes that were Sem's testicles tucked tightly
up against his body, and very carefully massaged them. That elicited a
groan from the boy who now totally relaxed and with the warmth of the
water, and his father, closed his eyes and drifted off to sleep.



Return to Home Ground

Jake put his hands on his mothers thighs this time to lift his bottom off
the floor once again so that his mother could grip his precious
underwear. Pushing the bright green and grey garment down his thighs to
rejoin the blue shorts that had originally covered them. Settling himself
down on the deep pile carpet, Jake nestled back up against his mum's torso
and folded his arms.

Looking down, Marilyn inspected her son's features now that they were
revealed. His flaccid penis showing signs of growth as it had thickened in
girth and grew in length since he'd had his latest growth spurt.

"No longer a little boy's willy, is it?" she jested him.

"Well, it couldn't stay the same whilst the rest of my body is changing can
it. It would look very silly still being three inches long."

"Do remember though that some men when they grow up don't always have long
ones. In fact, some chubby boys have very short stubby ones that don't seem
to grow."

"I know. I've seen one of the boys in our class in the showers after games
and he's just like that. I feel sorry for him. Must have a problem
masturbating 'cause it looks as though it can't get long enough when he's
erect." Jake added. "You must get to see all sorts working in the hospital
and get to touch them too."

"That's true I do but only to work with and if its young boys then there
has to be a chaperone with me, as well as a parent. If I want to play with
one there is only one place I can do that and that's here."

"You want to play with mine then?"

"Only if you let me."

Jake didn't answer but instead picked up his mother's right hand and put it
palm down on top of his genitals.

"There, now you can play with them."

"Thanks Jake. It does make a change to play rather than work!"

Marilyn lifted up Jake's penis from where it had been resting on his
scrotum and pointed it upwards to began to explore it, beginning with his
foreskin. Now that he had grown the overhang wasn't as long as it had been
previously. Gently she eased the skin back to reveal the glans underneath
until it tucked up behind the glans. She noted the deeper colour of the
exposed part of her son's penis, then spread the opening to the urethra,
seeing the redness of the flesh within the slit. All the while intently
watched by Jake. Next she rolled the foreskin back into place, so she could
continue down the shaft which had increased in thickness, even in the short
time they had come back from Holland. With her left hand she reached under
her offspring's tight scrotum and gently rolled the testis enclosed within
between the fingers.

"Definitely bigger and heavier now than the last time you let me hold
you. Won't be long before you're as big as Miles," she voiced her thoughts.

"Yeah, I know he's getting to be as big as dad," he responded.

Jake then stirred, displacing his mother's hands, leant forward, and pushed
his trousers, shorts, and underwear down his shins and off his still grey
socked feet. He then turned to face his mother, and knelt between her legs.

"My turn." Jake then lifted up Marilyn's white top, over her unfettered
breasts, then her head as she raised her arms. Of course he had seen his
mother naked before and took it as being nothing out of the ordinary,
unlike most other boys. Lowering his head to the left breast, he began to
gently suck on its nipple, as though he was being a baby again.

"What is it about men that they can't resist!" she exasperated.

"You couldn't resist playing with my bits," Jake retorted, leaving the left
beast to move to his mother's right breast. "So now I'm playing with
yours."



In the Bath

Olfred noted that the small body leaning against him in the bath had gone
quiet and relaxed. Leaving his son's genitals alone, he moved his hands up
and down the insides of Sem's silky smooth thighs. He then leaned back
himself to relax against the end of the bath, taking care to move Sem with
him, wrapping his arms around him and joined him in closing his eyes.

Eventually the warmth of the water began to wane, and reluctantly Olfred
gently roused his sleeping beauty.

"Time to get out," he said. "Feel better now?"

"I am better, dad, thanks."

"You'll have to get out first then, okay."

Sem stood up, lifting himself out of the water, bubbles clinging to
him. The action gave his dad a close up view of his bottom, which of course
he couldn't help lightly smack. Olfred now freed, then got up himself and
both father and son left the comfort of the bath. Reaching for a couple of
warm bath towels that rested on the heated towel rail, he wrapped one
around himself, then used the other on the boy's lithe body. Kneeling down
he worked top to bottom he dried off the nine year old. Torso, arms, with
care his flaccid penis and tight scrotum, then between his legs before
working his way down the skinny legs to his feet and finally his toes.

"Dad, you can make me feel better by more than giving me a bath."

"How's that?"

Sem didn't answer but simply held up his penis in front of his father's
face as he was still kneeling.

"Oh, I see, something wants some more attention," he responded, inwardly
delighted at the unexpected opportunity to sample his youngest's
delight. He tried not to show it. Without further ado, he leaned forward
and wrapped his lips around the head of the proffered member of flesh. At
the same time grasped his son's buttocks to hold him in place. Tasting the
remainder of the pleasant perfume of the bath bubbles lingering on the
skin, Olfred used his tongue to massage the foreskin then took more of the
appendage into his mouth. Being as it wasn't so long he easily managed to
not only take in the full length, but also the miniscule testis encased in
the tight smooth scrotum. For several minutes he continued to entertain Sem
as his son moaned with delight and that it didn't take that long for the
boy to shiver as a dry orgasm took him.

"Satisfied?" Dad enquired.

"Nope!"

"What do you mean, nope?"

By way of answer, Sem turned his back to his dad, bent other, reached
behind himself, and put his hands on his bottom, pulling his cheeks apart
to reveal his anus.

"I've had a bath dad, it's clean," he encouraged, hoping that his dad would
take the hint.

"There's just no satisfying my beautiful son, is there?" With that, he
leaned in to the wrinkled opening and extended his tongue to tickle the
pink skin. At the same time, he reached around his son's front and massaged
his flaccid penis with his right hand, and his balls with his left. Again,
Sem moaned with delight as his senses were heightened. That was until his
father stopped.

"Sorry Sem, my knees are getting sore with kneeling down. I need to get
up." Olred stood up and rubbed his knees, but the pain was worth it.

Sem got himself back into an upright position and turned around to hug his
dad.

"Lets get your underpants washed in the bath water before I empty the
bath. Fetch them from the shower for me."

Sem did as his father asked him and watched as his father cleansed the
soiled underwear in the bath water.

"There that should do it," he confirmed, "I'll leave them to drip dry on
the shower screen until they're dry enough to go on the towel rail."

"Thanks dad, then I can wear them again tomorrow. I really like them."

Satisfied they were done in the bathroom and his tasks now completed he
picked up a naked Sem and carried him to his bedroom. Finding a blue onesie
warming on the radiator from where it had been left in the morning, he
dressed his son in it, being careful to ensure he didn't trap any errant
bits in the full length zip.

"Too early for bed, so why don't you go and lay on the sofa downstairs
whilst I put something on." he instructed. Sem did as he was asked, but
found his brother already occupying the left end of the sofa.

"Enjoy your bath with dad, poorly one?" Daan enquired. "I heard you moaning
so you must be better."

 Sem blushed and flopped down next to his brother, placing his head on his
lap and stretched out.



Final time in home territory

"Come on Jake, you're getting me heated," Marilyn commented. "This is about
me giving to you and not you to me. Why don't you lie down on the sofa?"

"If you insist," Jake replied and stood up in front of his mother, his
genitalia now at the level of his mother's eyes. She took in the delightful
sight, locking the picture into her memory.

Jake walked over to the sofa and laid down on his back. Marilyn got up from
where she'd been sat on the floor for longer than planned and watched by
her son she dropped her grey hi-top briefs leaving her to be totally
naked. She picked up her son's clothes, untangled the trousers from the
shorts from the underpants, and along with the shirt, folded them and put
them in a pile. Tidiness ran in the family. Finishing that task, she then
noticed that Jake was still wearing his grey ankle socks so she rolled them
off him then massaged the now naked feet. Big toes, small toes, soles,
arches, and heels. Moving to the boy's middle she knelt down by the sofa
and took his flaccid penis in her right hand and rolled it between the
palms of her hands.

"Your pubic hair is really starting to grow, isn't," she commented as she
looked on the once bare pubis.  Indeed, Jake's puberty was really kicking
in and the few black wiry hairs growing around the root of his boyhood were
about half an inch long. Taking the liberty, she ran the fingers of her
right hand over them. In response Jake blushed.

"That's something we've got in common then. Yours are black too, and
dad's."

Returning her attention to the principle member of Jake's reproductive
organs, she began to masturbate her offspring, causing it to stiffen.

"Now I really get to enjoy you," as she placed her lips over the head of
the member. Jake watched on as his mother swallowed his erection down to
its root.

"Oooh," he groaned as for the first time he experienced his mother giving
him a blow job, the final member of his family to do so. At the same time
Marilyn ran her hands along the inside of her son's thighs, bumping into
his ball sack as did so. She varied the speed of her moving up and down the
hardened organ, occasionally stopping to roll her tongue around the glans
and into the pee slit, having pulled the foreskin back..Jake moaned all the
more as the sensation built in his loins. He started to buck his hips
involuntarily, and wrapped his hands around his mothers head. Sensing the
amount of pre-cum oozing from Jake's tip, she knew he wasn't far from
giving her a first taste of her youngest offspring's seed. He was boy
becoming man. Then it happened. Spurt after spurt erupted from the opening,
coating her throat with the sticky fluid. Holding her son's testicles, she
gently massaged them as they gave up their contents.

"Stop, stop!" Jake cried as the sensitivity of the nerve endings in his
glans became too much. His mother released him and grinned.

"That was awesome Jake," she cried out. "Giving my son pleasure is my
absolute delight! Now rest and enjoy the post orgasmic bliss." Jake
remained silent as his mum encouraged him to and felt his body glow in the
after experience of being blown by his own mother. Then he thanked her.

"Thanks mum, you're the best. Have you done Miles yet?"

"I have a couple of times, but he isn't so keen now he's older, sadly."

"You can do me again, but not now," Jake responded. "Before I get too old
too."

"I will look forward to it, but it's about time that your brother will be
home, so time to shower and get dressed.