Date: Sun, 19 Jul 2020 18:36:52 +0000
From: caliboy1991 <caliboy1991@protonmail.com>
Subject: Helpless for the Summer

Disclaimer: If you are too young to read this type of story, or if it is
illegal in your area, please close this story.  Please consider donating to
Nifty, help keep this site up and running!

This is a stand-alone story about A boy and his mother coping through a
difficult situation following an accident.

If you've enjoy the story, I'd love to know. My email address is posted
above.

HELPLESS FOR THE SUMMER

"Would you like the good news or bad news first?" the doctor asked me as I
sat on the reclining chair in the sterile room in the doctor's office. My
mom sat beside me and I rested my head on her shoulder as tears streaked my
face. My wrists hurt so bad I wanted to die.

I chanced a look at my mom. She brushed a lock of brown hair from her face,
clearly worried about me. She said, "How about the good news."

"We're not going to have to reset any broken bones. And that means that
Kelly won't have to wear plaster casts all summer long.

I tried to smile through the tears, but the sharp shooting pain radiating
from both wrists make my smile look like a grimace. "W-what about the bad?"

Doctor Peters had been my pediatrician since I was little. In the past, I'd
always liked his sense of humor and I hoped against hope that the bad
wouldn't really be that bad. He picked up what looked like a wrist
brace. "When you fell off your bike and used your hands to try to stop your
fall, you did fracture both wrists. Luckily, the bones are still aligned
and all you suffered were a couple of noticeable hairline fractures. When
that happens, the patient wears these wrist splints for up to six weeks and
then it's back to enjoying the rest of your summer."

Despite a soft and delicate touch, it still hurt as he put the braces on my
wrists. As he velcroed the brace closed over my wrist and right hand I
tried to wiggle my fingers but if they moved I couldn't tell through the
pain.

"Take it easy, Kelly. You've got a lot of bruising and that's going to keep
your fingers from being able to move much over the next few days. But in a
week or so, the swelling should be down enough for you to get a little bit
of motion back in your fingers. Find a good book to read because your
Gameboy is going to be next to impossible to play for a few weeks."

He patted me on my head as he turned to my mom, "Miss Jackson, a word
please."

I couldn't believe he'd patted me on my head. I'd be thirteen by the end of
the summer. I quickly forgot about that though when he and my mom stopped
at the door.

"You still work over at Austin Elementary, Karen? You off for the summer?"

"Yeah."

"Kelly's going to be out of commission for a while. I'm glad to know you'll
be able to take care of him while he's recovering. He'll need to keep those
splints on all the time until after the Fourth of July. Even when he
sleeps."

"All the time?" My mom's voice was sharp, like she was surprised.

The doctor looked at the chart, "I guess it'll be okay if they come off
when you give him a bath, but yeah, otherwise, all the time."

"Doc, I haven't given Kel a bath since he started grade school."

Dr. Peters put a hand on her shoulder, "I bet you haven't had to spoon feed
him since he was a toddler, either. But Kelly's not going to be able to
dress or feed himself. He'll need your help going to the bathroom and
bathing, too."

Mom looked defeated, and then to add insult to injury, Dr. Peters added,
"You might want to swing by Walmart on the way home. Pick him up some
diapers. You're going to need them."

He handed my mom a piece of paper, "Take this by the pharmacy. This will
help with the pain."

After propping the door open, he smiled at me apologetically. "Sorry about
your summer, Kelly. We'll see you in about six weeks."

My summer was ruined.

####

I didn't think things could get worse for me than the doctor's office, but
after we dropped the prescription off at the pharmacy, Mom found the
diapers aisle. With every step down the aisle her face grew longer.

"Mom, what's wrong?"

"It's been a while since I needed to buy diapers. I'd forgotten how
expensive they are."

I followed her pointed finger. The sticker on the shelf said it was nearly
ten dollars. And that was before tax. And that was for a package of a
dozen. Things have always been tight, financially, as far back as I could
remember. I knew that being a teacher's assistant didn't pay much. And even
though Mom tried to hide it, I knew why she had those trips to the public
assistance office. Still, though, with her job she got lots of holidays off
and it gives her time with me.

Ten dollars was a lot of money. "What did you do when I was a baby?"

Mom picked up the box and looked at the back. "I used cloth diapers,
kiddo. And did lots of laundry. As a matter of fact, I think I still have
some of your things from when you were little. Will check into that when we
get home."

Big boy pull-ups and cloth diapers? No way. I just wanted to crawl into a
hole and pull it in on me. I'd only thought my summer was ruined
before. Now, it surely was. Still, seeing my mom's face, I tried to be
brave as I said, "Maybe we won't need any of these things. Why not let me
try to keep things normal?"

She gave me one of those `we'll see' looks as she said, "I don't know,
Kel. Just to be on the safe side, we'll get one package of these. But we'll
try it your way first. How does that sound?"

I returned the skeptical look. "I dunno, Mom. It's a lot of money."

Mom finally said, "I think we can swing a package of twelve. If you decide
to go to Timmy's birthday party next week you might find one of these
handy."

####

We stopped at Sonic on the way home and got some ice cream. It was weird
having Mom put the soft-serve on a spoon and raise it to my lips. But what
could I do? My hands were worse than useless. You don't really realize how
much you do with your hands until they're gone. Or in my case, out of
action for four to six weeks.

Three times seven. That's twenty-one meals a week. Times four, assuming I'm
lucky and can get out of the braces early. That's eighty-four meals I'd
have to take from mom.

As we drove home, I realized she was going to have to get me dressed at
least thirty times over the next month. That would really suck. Four of
five trips to the bathroom a day. That's over a hundred times she would
have to help me go. God, no wonder she wanted to get some diapers. And even
if I only got a bath a couple of times a week, that's at least ten times
she'll have to undress me and bathe me. I don't know who would feel more
down when we got home. Me or Mom. It had to be a close thing.

I was starting to feel a little tired by the time we pulled into the
drive. The medicine Dr. Peters had prescribed was starting to kick in and
my wrists weren't hurting as much.

Our house wasn't much to look at. We'd been renting it since Mom started
working for the school. It was an old farmhouse, the last one down an old
gravel road fronted by a couple of other weathered houses and corn
fields. Still and all, it was all I really knew. In the spring or fall I
loved sitting next to my mom on the swing that hung down from the ceiling
of the covered porch. The living room was a mess. My action figures were
scattered across the floor. I felt really bad about it. Mom had told me
before I went riding that I needed to clean them up. Now, that wasn't going
to happen.

I followed my mom through the living room and through a formal dining room
that we occasionally used and into the kitchen at the back of the house.

"Do you want any more ice cream?"

I wondered what was in the meds Mom had picked up from the pharmacy. I was
dead on my feet. "No. I'm gonna lay down for a bit"

My room was at the front of the house, just off the living room. But you
could get to it by going through my mom's bedroom and down a narrow
hallway, off of which was our bathroom. It wasn't much by our current
standards, but when it was built back in the early twentieth century no
doubt it was a big improvement. No outhouse any more and nobody had to haul
water from the well.

As I crashed into bed my mom turned on the A/C window unit, but I was out
before the unit started cooling my room.

####

Something touched my shoulder, waking me from a dreamless sleep.

"Hey baby, let's wake up. Dinner's ready."

Before I could open my eyes, my wrists hurt like the end of the world was
crashing over me. Whatever meds I'd been given had worn off and reflexively
I curled into a fetal position.

"Ouch, it hurts, Mom. Can I have another pill, please?"

My mom was sitting on the edge of my bed, resting her hand on my chest,
like she used to do when I was little. "How about after dinner, Kel.

Resigned to the pain in wrists, I swung my feet onto the old wooden floor
when another jolt of pain hit me. Compared to my wrists this was tiny. Just
my bladder. It was full. This was not a convenient time for my bladder to
make demands on me. The last thing I wanted was to have to ask for my mom's
help with that. But what choice did I have as my arms hung useless at my
sides?

Inwardly groaning, I said, "Mom, I gotta pee."

As I headed to the bathroom, I heard my mom mutter under her breath as she
followed. "Goddamned toy soldiers, ouch."

GI Joes in the living room and 3-inch green army men in my bedroom. And no
way for me to pick them up myself. Yeah, Mom was a bit peeved.

I was able to use my elbow to turn on the light in the bathroom. It was
larger than one might've expected. The last people who'd owned the place
did a full remodel of the bathroom, ripping out the hall closets to make it
bigger. The best part was the recessed bathtub. It was more than six feet
long and three and a half feet wide. Mom liked to use the jacuzzi features,
but me, when I wanted a bath, I could lay end to end and submerge myself
all the way. Most of the time, though, I just pulled the curtain shut and
enjoyed my showers. At least I did before I broke my wrists.

I ignored the tub though as I made my way over to the toilet and stood in
front of it as my bladder protested. I really didn't want my mom's
help. Not in the least. I'm almost thirteen!

My mom touched my shoulder. I could feel her standing close behind
me. "It'll be okay, Kel."

A tear pooled in my eye at the embarrassment I felt. "What am I supposed to
do, Mom?"

My mom's hand moved down my chest, "Just leave it to me, baby. Your job is
to do your business, alright?"

She gripped the front of my shorts and unfastened the button and unzipped
me. A quick tug made them fall to my ankles. "I'm going to do the same with
your underwear. Then you can take a seat and do whatever you need to."

I felt her thumbs slide under the elastic on my hips and then I felt her
hands brush against my thighs before my tighty-whities joined the shorts at
my ankles.

She stood behind me for just a second more before saying, "I'll be right
outside. Let me know when you're done."

As I sat, I looked between my legs. I was nearly thirteen but my boyhood
hadn't gotten the message. Thank God we didn't shower in gym class,
otherwise I might have picked up a nickname, and it wouldn't have been "Big
Guy."

My penis, hanging soft between my legs, hadn't caught up with the rest of
me. I was taller than mom. Not by much, but by the end of the seventh grade
I had finally topped her by an inch or two, even if she was only five foot
even. But I still looked like a little kid down below without a hint of
pubic hair. The fluttering in my stomach had stopped once my mom left the
room and after a long moment I finally peed until my bladder felt better.

"Are you done?" Mom called out.

"Almost," I said. But now I was worrying about when I'd have to take a
dump. I couldn't wipe myself. That meant my mom would have to do it for
me. I vowed I'd hold it in until I couldn't hold it in any more.

Mom appeared in the doorway, "You about finished? You want me to get you
one of those diapers?"

Diapers were for babies and toddlers. Not for boys who were nearly
teenagers. "No. I'm good."

As I stood, I made sure that my back was facing my mom. I didn't need to
say anything. I felt her behind me again. And a second later, she was
pulling my briefs up.  She pulled them up slower than when she'd taken them
off and I could feel her hands brush my thigh. Then she was done and she
pulled my shorts up and zipped and fastened them.

After dinner, Mom gave me another pill and it helped with the pain and then
I got to watch her pick up my toys. It's not like I could play with them
for a while. After that, we watched a bit of TV until I was ready for bed.

When Mom joined me, she had one of the diapers in her hand. "I know you
don't want to, but if you have to go to the bathroom, this will let you go
without having to get out of bed."

"Aw, Mom, really?" I was horrified of putting the diaper on. I was too old
for that.

She set the diaper on the bed and came over before me. She took the hem of
my shirt and started lifting it up. Dutifully, I raised my arms and she
tossed the shirt into a hamper in the corner.

"Night shirt?"

I shook my head. I'd stopped wearing t-shirts or pajama tops to bed a while
back.

She unzipped my pants and had me down to my briefs again. My face must have
been three kinds of red because she sat down on the bed and then pulled me
down into her lap and wrapped her arms around me.

"I'm sorry about your wrists, baby. The next few weeks are going to be
tough on both of us. Twelve-year-old boys don't want to wear diapers and
they sure don't want their moms giving them baths or wiping their
butts. And moms don't really want to have to do those things for their
boys, either. But you know what, Kel, I love you more than you can ever
imagine and if I have to give you a bath, change your diaper or whatever,
then that's what I'm going to do."

She had me stand and I felt her fingers grip the elastic on my underwear
and before I knew it was standing naked in the room.

She turned me around to face her as she unfolded the pull-up diaper. I
raised one of my feet as she slid my leg into one opening and then did
likewise with the other one. Even though it was over fast, I was so
embarrassed. She had seen my little penis and I was mortified. Nothing was
going to make the experience good. But at that moment I wished I was like
some of the other boys in gym, with lots of hair and dicks that stuck out
farther than their thumb. At least Mom would have known that I wasn't a
little kid anymore.

####

The most stressful day of my life was when I found out I was pregnant at
fifteen. Thirteen years ago. Today was the second most stressful day of my
life. My son, Kelly is my moon and stars. And he gave me the scare of my
life. He was racing his bike down the country road in front of our house
when he hit a pothole and went flying off his bike. He tried to stop
himself from hitting the ground too hard and managed to break both of his
wrists.

I called his pediatrician, Dr. Peters, who was able to get us in right
away. If we lived in a larger city, I'm not sure that would have
happened. Thank God for country doctors. Anyway, the doctor x-rayed Kel and
discovered that he'd fractured both wrists. My baby will have to wear wrist
braces for six weeks.

Dr. Peters was direct and honest about Kel's situation. It was going to be
bad. My baby wouldn't be able to do anything for himself for at least a
month. That meant I'd have to spoon-feed him three times a day, help him
with going to the bathroom and even give him baths.

So what's a girl to do? First thing was to go by Wally-world and pick up
some diapers for my little man. But heaven help me, I'd forgotten how
expensive diapers were. My job as a teacher's aide at the local elementary
school doesn't pay much, but between public assistance and a housing
voucher, we get by. A month's supply of big boy diapers was going to put a
real dent in our summer budget. Across the aisle from the disposable
diapers I saw some old style cloth diapers and I realized that I had never
thrown out or given away the cloth diapers I'd used when Kelly was a
toddler. I decided to pick up a single package of disposables and then see
what I had available at the house.

When we got home, Kelly laid down for a bit while I climbed into the
attic. I had to go through three boxes of baby clothes before I found a
stack of cloth diapers. There must have been twenty or more white square
towels that I'd folded up and wrapped around my baby when he was little. I
picked up one and eyeballed it. I'd bought them larger than I'd needed to a
decade ago and folded them a couple of times down to his size. I was pretty
sure that my not-so-little boy would still be able to wear it, although
without all of the folding in on itself that I'd done before. I also found
baby powder, safety pins, and a box of wipes that I'd never opened.

I felt better even if I knew that I would be looking forward to a lot of
laundry, but I'd been down that road before and figured I'd manage it
again. After I dragged the stuff I'd need down from the attic, I fixed some
spaghetti and meat sauce before going to wake Kelly up.

Kelly had to go to the bathroom when I got him up for dinner. My poor
baby. He managed to get to the toilet by himself, but he needed help the
rest of the way. I did what I could to protect his modesty. He's always
been shy about his body and I knew this had to be hard for him. My solution
was to come in behind him and pull his shorts and underwear down. He peed
sitting down, something I'm grateful for. He couldn't have aimed for the
toilet otherwise.

He was facing the window when I came back into the room. I pulled
everything back up and fastened it, thankful that the first bathroom break
hadn't been worse. Dinner was a bit of a challenge, too. I had to feed him,
too. I felt so sorry for my baby. He was really trying to be brave for me,
but I could tell he was nearly in tears. What teenage boy wants that?

I let him climb into bed with me and watch some TV before bedtime after I'd
cleaned up the floor in the living room and his bedroom. Usually Kelly
would be the last boy to crawl onto his momma's bed to watch TV, but the
day had taken so much out of him. His wrists were laying by his side and
his head was propped up on a pillow next to me. I glanced at my boy
throughout the two shows that we watched. Kelly really is a boy of
contrasts. Less than two months away from his thirteenth birthday, Kelly
had finally become taller than me sometime after spring break. It wasn't by
much, but I noticed. He had never had a lot of baby fat, but his face was
angular, not unlike teenager's. But he was still just a little boy. He
loved playing with his toy soldiers or his GI Joes, no different than when
he was six or seven.

When the second show ended, he glanced over at me, "I'm ready for bed,
Mom."

His voice was clear and unbroken. He didn't sing much, but when he did,
he'd melt my heart with his soprano voice. I knew the day was coming when
that delightful voice would break and it would fall in pitch.

"Okay. Head on back and I'll be there in a moment," I said. On my way back
I grabbed one of the pull-up diapers. I didn't have the energy to deal with
the cloth diapers. Or to run the risk of Kelly having an accident in his
underwear tonight. We'd see about tomorrow.

Kelly was sitting on his bed when I came into his room. The look on his
face when he saw the diaper told me this was going to be hard on him. I
tried to make him feel better, "I know you don't want to, but if you have
to go to the bathroom, this will let you go without having to get out of
bed."

His sweet, angelic voice nearly melted my heart, "Aw, Mom, really?"

I took the question as rhetorical and didn't answer. Instead, I helped him
get his shirt off. The braces wanted to get caught in the sleeves, but with
a quick little bit of work, his shirt was off.

Kelly's a beautiful boy, although I'm sure he'd tell you otherwise. While
he might be a tad bit developmentally delayed, his shoulders looked like
they might just be slightly wider than his waist. He had a farmer's
tan. His neck and arms from just over the elbow were tanned. The rest of
him was creamy white. A normal summer would have evened that out. But
now... probably not.

"Night shirt?" I asked, not wanting to be seen staring.

He shook his head. I thought I'd ask, although I was pretty sure he hadn't
worn one to bed in several years.

I got him back on his feet and then unfastened his shorts. I pulled them
off and threw the shorts into the hamper on top of the shirt. The school
district was a bit old fashioned, and the boys had to wear pants. So, his
legs matched his chest, a pale white.

My poor baby was practically trembling when I looked up at him. I sat down
on the bed and had him sit in my lap. Putting my hands around him felt nice
and I felt him stop shaking. I thought about what I'd want someone to say
to me if I had been in Kelly's predicament.

"I'm really sorry about your wrists, baby. You know, the next few weeks are
gonna be tough on both of us. Boys who're nearly teenagers don't want to
wear diapers. And they sure don't want their moms giving them baths or
wiping their butts. It's not something I'm looking forward to, either. But
you know something, Kel, I love you more than you can ever imagine and if I
have to give you a bath, change your diaper or whatever, then that's what
I'm going to do."

Kelly gave me a sad look followed by an even sadder sigh as he stood up,
knowing what needed to happen next. He was facing away from me when I
pulled his underwear off. I turned him around to face me as I unfolded the
diaper and had him step through the legs. With no fanfare I pulled the
diaper up.

I gave him a kiss on the cheek and turned out the light, "Good night, Kel."

His angelic voice replied, "Good night, Mom."

When I got back to my bedroom, my mind was still processing what had just
happened. When I had turned Kelly to face me, I couldn't help noticing his
penis. It's pretty much the most dominant appendage on any male of our
species. It looked small on his growing frame. Since Kelly's dad had never
been in the picture after his little contribution, I had mostly focused on
raising my boy. Still, as I thought back to my own childhood, I recalled
one time when I was eleven, I had been wanting to hang out with my older
brother and his friends at the movies. The only way they would agree to let
me come along is if I showed them my pussy. I nearly refused. But before I
turned them down flat, I told them I'd only agree if they each showed me
their dicks.

My older brother was fourteen. He was the oldest. He told me that they
would, but I had to go first. So, in my brother's room, I let three boys
see me naked. My brother, Jules, was the oldest, and he went first. He was
fourteen. When his penis popped into view, I didn't think much of it. It
seemed like it was partially hidden by his pubic hair and was only hanging
down a few inches. His friend Paul was twelve. When Paul's penis popped
into view I gasped. It really did pop up, springing to attention. His cock
was almost six inches long and he had only a smattering of hair over his
shaft. Jules may not have reacted to my hairless slit, but right after Paul
pulled his clothes down, Jules was sporting a six incher, too.

The last boy was Thomas. He was also twelve. Just like Paul and Jules, his
pecker was hard as a rock. He had a couple of stray pubic hairs, but he was
still five inches long.

My baby was older now than two of the three boys from my childhood. When I
pulled his underwear down, I couldn't help noticing how smooth his pubic
area was. Thankfully Kelly had been soft. Still, though, his penis hadn't
looked longer than two inches. Moms don't talk about it, but secretly we
want our boys to be, ah, advantaged in the package department, and for now
at least, Kelly wasn't.

It took longer to fall asleep. My mind kept replaying the moment when
Kelly's flaccid penis came into view as I pulled his underwear down.

####

I was uncomfortable when I woke up. Of course, my wrists hurt. They were
trapped in the medieval torture devices called splints, and swelling from
the previous day's trauma. But that discomfiture was to be expected. No,
something else was wrong. Then it dawned on me. I had wet the diaper at
some point during the night. Embarrassed, I got out of bed and looked at my
mattress and breathed a sigh of relief when I saw that everything other
than me and the diaper were clean and dry.

I don't know when I peed during the night, but as I thought about it, I
realized I needed to go again. Worse still, I needed to take a dump.

The discomfiture was too urgent to let my embarrassment keep me in my
room. I headed down the little hall that separated our bedrooms. Her door
was open. That was normal. She slept with her door opened all the time. I
peered into her room. She was still asleep. No wonder, it wasn't quite
seven o'clock and we were not normally early risers in the summer. She had
kicked her covers off at some point during the night and I gasped. She was
wearing a tank top with my school's mascot on the front and a pair of peach
colored panties.

I was pretty surprised. Mom and I dressed pretty modestly around the
house. Sure, she didn't care if I slept in just my underwear, but any other
time, at least a pair of shorts was required. She always wore shorts and a
tee-shirt, at the least.

I found myself staring at her chest. I could see her nipples through the
cotton fabric. She wasn't wearing a bra. I knew I should look away. She'd
not want me to see her like this, but I couldn't stop staring. I'd never
really stared at my Mom like this before. I liked the way the mascot bent
around her boobs. It reminded me of Tonya Reese, the girl who sat beside me
in homeroom up until last week. I liked Tonya but some of the other guys
gave her crap because her boobs weren't very big. Still, I thought, as I
looked at Mom, even if they were small, they looked good.

My eyes drifted to her panties. This was really new territory for me. I'd
never seen my mom so exposed. The peach coloring almost matched her
skin. I've seen a few pictures at school and I knew some women had thick,
bushy patches of hair down there, but if Mom did, her panties didn't show
it. The last thing I noticed as I stared at her underwear was the indention
at the bottom of her panties. One of my friends in school would have called
it her camel toe. I'd seen girly magazines before so I knew that crease was
her slit.

Oh, no, I thought. I had a stiffy again. Not good. Not good at all. I don't
know if I made a noise or what, but my mom shifted and started to wake
up. She couldn't know that I had been staring at her, so I spoke up, "Hey
mom, are you awake?"

"Umhmm," she mumbled. It took a moment but when she woke, she said,
"Bathroom?"

I clutched at the front of the diapers and nodded.

Still groggy, she followed me into the bathroom. I'm not sure if she even
realized she was far more undressed than normal. "Is it wet?"

I nodded, "Yeah. And I need to take a number two, too."

She smiled, "A number two, too." She yawned as she said, "That's a lot of
toos."

She came over and stood in front of me, as I faced away from the
toilet. "If it's okay, I'll pull your diaper off and let you do your
business. Once you're done, we can put one of the cloth diapers on
you. That way if you need to go, you can."

I wasn't really interested in that. "Do I have to?"

Mom was awake now, I could tell. She'll tolerate a little backtalking, to a
point, but eventually, I would lose if I pushed too hard. "Yeah, Kel. It'll
make things easier for you, I think."

Surrendering to this never-ending humiliation, I stuck my splinted arms to
my side, "Fine, let's get this over with."

She took my diaper off and paused almost imperceptively when my semi erect
penis popped into view. I've already suffered more humiliation than any boy
should have to endure. I pretended everything was normal, and just stared
at the frosted glass in the window. Now free of the diaper, almost
instantly my skin felt better. My mom must have decided to ignore my little
package. She put the diaper in the sink and said, "See, you were able to
pee last night without having to get out of bed."

Around her neck and up into her cheeks, my mom was flushing. My little
soldier hadn't gone unnoticed.

Once I sat down, my hands naturally covered my lap, but Mom was already
heading toward the door. "I'll be right back. I need to get something to
put the diaper in."

It wasn't long before my intestines and bowels did a number on the rest of
me and I took one of the biggest dumps in my life.

When mom came back in, she still hadn't changed, although she had a handful
of plastic bags she collected from her trips to the grocery store. "Oh,
Lordy," she gasped as she fanned her face. "You weren't kidding about going
number two."

My stomach gurgled and involuntarily my body pushed another prize winner
into the commode. The timing was perfect. I couldn't help saying, "See,
like you said, lots of toos."

Mom laughed as she stepped around me and flushed the toilet. "Unless you
were planning on taking a picture of that, no reason to let it stay."

After that last push, my insides were content. I didn't want to imagine
what my ass looked like right then. Really didn't want Mom having to see it
either. But my stomach rumbled in a more familiar way, I was hungry. "I'm
finished."

Mom said, "We'll need to get you cleaned up and then we'll get the clothy
on."

I looked around, uncertain how either of those was going to happen. Mom
colored a bit as she continued, "When you were learning to go to the
bathroom, I wiped you the way I had when you were a baby. I've got a pad
laid out on my bed."

I followed Mom back into her room, clenching my butt cheeks. I didn't want
anything sliding down my leg. The very idea made me shudder. Also, I wished
I had some way to cover my nakedness. On my mom's bed was a big, white pad,
hanging over the side.

Mom looked at the pad and looked at me. "Take a seat as far back as you
can, Kel. Then you'll lay back, okay?"

Walking from the bathroom to Mom's bedroom had reactivated Little Kelly,
and he was at half-mast as I sat down as far away from the edge of the bed
as I could.

Mom put a hand on my chest and pushed, "Let's lie back, Kel. I can't clean
you up if you're sitting on your butt."

She propped my head up on one of her pillows, but now that little Kelly was
freely exposed, he sprang to full attention. I tried not to think about it,
but I knew that I was the runt of the litter, and I hated to be so
exposed. Especially in front of my mom.

####

I woke up this morning to an angel asking me to wake up. Once I was awake
enough to see Kelly standing beside my bed, I saw him grabbing at the
diaper. I asked, "Bathroom?"

I swung my feet out of bed and tried to see if I could tell if the diaper
was wet. There must have been enough padding, because I couldn't' tell.

"Is it wet?"

My beautiful boy nodded, "Yeah. And I need to take a number two, too."

To, two, too, I thought. "That's a lot of toos."

As I got out of bed to follow Kelly back into the bathroom, I realized I
hadn't gotten dressed. Kelly coming into my room in the morning was
something that had stopped a long time ago. So, getting dressed had become
part of my morning routine before I'd go wake him up. And here I was,
following my son, who wore only a dirty diaper, into the bathroom while I
wore only a pair of panties and a tank top. I felt a little scandalized
until I thought about how Kelly must feel. He had no choice but to let me
see him in the most uncomfortable of situations. Panties and a tank-top
pale in comparison.

I really felt sorry for him as I pulled his wet diaper off. His little
boyhood was half way erect when the diaper came off. He was staring at the
window, pretending like none of this was happening. So, I hurried along and
pretended it hadn't, either.

I left him to do his business as I went to find a plastic bag for the
diaper. On the way back, I pulled out the things necessary to change his
diaper on my bed. When I returned, the room smelled like he was
successful. I nearly gagged as I said, "You weren't kidding about going
number two."

Just to prove the point, Kelly's butt erupted again. For once, he didn't
let the uncomfortable situation get the better of him. He laughed and said,
"See, like you said, lots of toos."

Once he was finished, I said, "We'll need to get you cleaned up and then
we'll get the clothy on."

I explained what we were going to do and then let him follow me into my
bedroom where I'd set up the changing station on my bed.

I patted the big changing pad we used when he was little and said, "Take a
seat as far back as you can, Kel. Then you'll lay back, okay?"

Kelly sat back and it looked like he'd done well. I didn't see any streaks
yet. I suspected I knew why he hadn't laid down and I really felt bad for
my beautiful boy. I remembered with my brother, unless he willingly exposed
himself to me, he really didn't want his sister seeing his dick. I was sure
Kelly felt the same way.

Still, he needed to be cleaned and changed. I put my hand on his chest and
pushed him back, "I can't clean your butt if you're sitting on it."

Sticking strait up in the air was Kelly's erection. Not a little half-mast
thing, but the full deal. There was no denying that he was smaller than
Jules and his friends all those years before. But, it wasn't THAT much
smaller. He was easily four inches from tip to bottom. His little nutsack
clung under his little pole. Would I be happier if my son was closer to the
fifty-percentile? Sure. What mother wouldn't? But still, exposed like that,
I found myself thinking that he was simply beautiful.

I stood between his legs where part of the changing pad hung from the side
of the bed. I moved his legs so that they were pushed up onto the bed,
spread eagle, exposing his butt to me. I pulled out some of the cleaning
wipes and wiped at his butt until his little sphincter was a shiny pink.

Next, I had him raise his bottom so I could slide the diaper under his
backside. I tried to ignore his little dick as it came forward when he
pushed up. I folded the corners of the diaper over his midsection, hiding
his little trooper under the cotton diaper and then slid the safety pins
into place. I had him stand up and was pleased with my work. The top of the
diaper was snug against his hips.

In the attic I'd found some rubber pants that I'd been given by some ladies
at a nearby church when Kelly had been a baby. They were of varying
sizes. I had been pleasantly surprised when I found a couple of them that
were big enough for Kelly even now. So, I helped him slide it on, covering
the diaper.

I sat on the edge of my bed and pulled Kel into me, his padded bottom
resting on my partially clothed lap. Wrapping my arms around him in a bear
hug, I said, "You're the bravest boy I know. That wasn't easy, but you did
great."

He sighed, "I'm trying, Mom. When you, uh, saw me, uh, when I was laying
down, I just wanted to die. It was so embarrassing."

I could only imagine how bad he felt. And this was only the second day. Six
weeks with those splinted braces. "It'll get easier, Kel."

"Really?" his pure soft voice sounded earnest. I could tell he wanted to
believe me even feeling as bad as he did.

"I promise, Kel," I said as I rubbed his chest. "One thing we'll do to make
this easier, is that we're going to do away with the dress code for the
summer. If you don't want to wear anything more than what you've got on
right now, that's just fine. Leave the shorts and the shirts for when we
have to go out."

Kelly leaned back against me. I could tell he enjoyed the hug. He said,
"Thanks, Mom. Even though it feels weird wearing this, shorts over this
would feel even weirder." Kelly grew quiet for a moment, then in a quieter,
more timid voice, asked, "Are you gonna follow the same rule?"

I was sitting in panties and a tank top. Of course, Kelly had realized I
wasn't wearing my normal clothes. I laughed and hugged him a little
tighter. "What? You want me to wear diapers, too?"

Kelly laughed. I mean, really laughed. The sadness and shame were gone for
that moment. "That would be so cool, Mom."

After a moment, though, the strained and shamed look returned and he tilted
his head and looked up at me, "Would you? If I asked?"

I was stunned by the question. My first inclination was a firm, no. After
all, I'm a twenty-eight-year-old woman. But I could see in his eyes the
humiliation and shame of his predicament. There was nobody to share his
shame. Nobody who could understand how humiliated he felt. Even though I
was the only person who would be there for him, I was also the one person
who would see his every humiliation, his every shame.

I felt tears threatening to spill out of my eyes as I nodded, "Yes, Kel. If
you asked I would."

Kelly blinked as a tear rolled down his cheek. He scooched off my lap and
turned around, "I need a hug, Mom."

I pulled him into an embrace, running my hands across his back. Even though
his wrists and hands were immobile, he wrapped his arms around my neck as
best as he could.

I heard his tummy rumble and let go. He was smiling again, "Can you imagine
you and me running around the house in just our diapers?"

The image of me running around in just a diaper was indeed funny. My
breasts would never be considered one of my assets, but I think I'd scar
Kel for life, if I was dancing around in just a diaper.

"That would be something," I said. I put my hand on a breast, on top of the
school mascot, "How would you feel if you saw me dancing in just a diaper?"

Kelly giggled for a moment before his mouth formed a little O as he
realized what I'd asked. Honestly, I was shocked at myself. At that moment,
I think his little fantasy of us running around in diapers had just
received an update. His hips twisted a bit as his face flushed. A shy smile
slowly appeared, "I guess that'd be okay. We'd be like two peas in a
pod. Only your chest is a little bigger than mine."

The little rapscallion! I playfully swatted his backside as I gave him a
final hug. "I'll get us breakfast."

Kelly followed behind me, "There's one good thing about wearing a
diaper. Swats on my butt don't hurt."

####

Is it weird getting spoon fed by your mom? This evening, Mom fixed some
fish sticks, macaroni, and spinach. I've given up even attempting to use my
hands for anything. Doing anything that affects my wrists hurts a lot. So,
she fed me my food bit by bit before she tackled her own meal. Part of me
likes the way she feeds me and a lot more of me wants my wrists to be
better.

For the second night in a row, I got to watch TV with Mom on her bed. It
was better than the living room. Her pillows are comfy and the bed is a lot
better than the worn cushions on our old couch. I don't think I'll miss
anything else when I'm better. But watching TV in Mom's room is something
I'll definitely miss.

While she still hasn't put on a diaper, mom hung out with me all day, me in
my diaper and her in what she wore last night. She read to me for a bit in
the morning. We watched some soaps in the afternoon. And now a movie in the
evening. She really is helping to make this bearable.

Once the credits started playing, Mom turned the TV off and said, "Time for
the worst part of the day, kiddo. Time for the dreaded bath."

I'd not been looking forward to the bath at all. Some of it was that I
really didn't like taking baths. I've been taking showers for as long as I
can remember. Baths were for little kids. The other part was going to be
bad, but maybe not as bad as I had feared. Mom has had to change my diaper
twice so far, so even though I know I'll have to be naked, I don't think
it'll be as bad as I thought it would be.

Mom rolled off the bed and came around to the side I was on. "Do you need
to pee or poop before your bath?

I thought I could probably take the kids for a swim, as some of my friends
refer to number two. "Yeah, I guess so."

"Are you dry right now?"

"Yeah."

She ran her eyes over me, like an inspector. "Probably easier to take the
diaper off here, but it's your call."

I thought, I'm not going to make a big deal out of it. I repeated it a
couple of times in my head before I said, "Here's fine."

I was still lying on the bed and Mom grabbed at my hips and pulled my
rubber pants off. The safety pins held the cloth corners together where my
hips and lower belly met. She unpinned them both and unfolded the corners
and pulled back the front flap. I willed my little trooper to stay
down. And so far, it was listening to me.

"To the toilet, Kel. I'll be right there."

I sat down and finished pretty quick. When Mom came in, she started filling
up the tub.

"I'm done," I said.

She pulled some of the toilet paper off the roll and said, "Why don't you
bend over at the waist. Maybe I can wipe you here."

I giggled as I felt the toilet paper rub against my butt crack. I wasn't
sure this would get me as clean as when she wiped me when I'm laying on the
changing pad, but I was about to get in the tub so what did it matter?

Mom helped me take the splinted braces off my wrists before I climbed into
the tub. Taking the braces off had hurt a lot, but I tried not to let her
see me wince from the pain. We could have left them on, but they've have
needed to be put in plastic bags and the bags sealed with tape.

"Kel, let me get your back, alright?" Mom said as she picked up the bar of
soap.

I swiveled my butt and faced the tub's interior wall, sitting Indian
style. My mom's hands were soft as she ran her soaped-up hands across my
back. I hunched over, feeling relaxed at her touch, just enjoying the
feeling. I hadn't expected that. I've been cleaning myself since I was five
or six, and had been terrified of her seeing me and touching me. But Mom
was so cool about it.

From my back, she moved to my arms, and she tickled me in my armpits as she
washed me there. I'm pretty sure it wasn't an accident. Next she reached
around me, almost like a hug, and pulled me out of my hunch. "Gotta get the
front, now, Kel."

She washed my shoulders and chest. Then she moved her hands down to my
stomach. As her hands found my bellybutton, my stiffy returned. I could
easily understand why. Her hands had felt really good on me.

Oh-oh. From my stomach, she went a little lower...

####

I have to say that spoon feeding Kelly isn't my favorite thing. Oh, I love
the boy more than anything in the world. But when his wrists heel enough
for him to get a fork to his mouth on his own, that's one chore I'll
happily turn back over to him.

But the rest of the evening was better. In the past, I'd send him into the
living room to watch TV. Sometimes I'd join him and other times, I'd watch
my own shows while relaxing on my bed. Now, for the second night in a row,
he was sitting next to me on my bed, his head propped up on one of my
pillows as we watched something he'd wanted to see. I could already tell,
that when things eventually return to normal, this special time is
something I'll really miss.

Day Two wasn't like any day I'd ever had with Kelly before. It was
completely unscripted and impromptu. By the time I thought about getting
dressed it was already after lunch time. And by then, I just couldn't see
any point. It felt liberating to me just hanging out in my panties and tank
top and Kelly certainly didn't mind. Hell, I half suspect, he was waiting
for me to put on a diaper.

When the movie was over, Kelly needed to go to the bathroom before we dealt
with his bath. This time made number three on changing him. And I got him
on the bed and out of the diaper like a pro. He seemed to be adjusting
pretty good by that time. I got him naked without his penis putting on a
performance.

We tried something different after he finished going to the bathroom. I had
him bend over next to the toilet and wiped his butt there. I don't think
either of us wanted to go back to the bedroom and use the changing mat.

I haven't bathed Kelly since he was five years old. Everyone that told me
how to raise my son had told me to ween him off me as soon as I could. Now,
as my hands washed his back, I enjoyed the feel of his skin under my
hands. I had been cheated of more years when I could have continued bathing
him. Well, at least I have the next six weeks or so.

I leaned Kelly back when it was time to wash his front. There was a light
wiriness to Kelly's shoulders. Over time, those muscles would grow. My
soapy hands caressed his chest. I was a bit surprised when his little
nipples became erect. Still, I figured we'd get used to this familiarity
pretty quick.

I moved my hand down to his belly and washed there, too. I inched my soapy
hands down, uncertain about whether I should go down any
further. Intellectually, I knew he couldn't go a month without having his
penis cleaned. But the idea of deliberately touching his dick wasn't
something moms usually did.

Without realizing it, my finger touched the base of his penis, where it met
the pubic bone. He was rock hard, again. We both jumped a bit. "Sorry about
that, Kel," I said.

"Ah, it's okay. Just didn't see that coming," he said.

I won't go any further, not without Kelly's permission. "Six weeks is a
long time to go between washing down there, Kel," I said. "But it's your
body."

Kelly giggled a little bit, "Good touches and bad touches, Mom. Yeah. I
know. Geez, you'd think I was a little kid or something."

He laughed at himself and I couldn't help but laugh with him.

He nodded. There was a tremor in his voice, "You're only are touching me
because you love me, Mom. Even if you're touching my privates, it's a good
touch."

My fingers moved along his erection tentatively, ready to pull back at his
slightest command.

He leaned his head back, resting it against my shoulder. "It's alright. You
can clean it."

My soapy hands made quick work of his shaft. When I finished, his little
head seemed to strain at the air, as though it were saying, I'm getting
there, just wait.

I had him stand and washed his legs before deciding he was as clean as I'd
get him tonight. We'd worry about washing the hair tomorrow night. Then I
dried him off, got a clean diaper on him and put him in his own bed.

It didn't take too long for him to fall asleep. It was my turn to take a
bath. I changed out the water and climbed out of my panties and tank-top
and soaked in the tub. I'm one of those girls who're blessed with not a lot
of body hair, so I might shave my legs and under my arms weekly. If I want
it to feel smooth. Tonight I shaved the normal spots and then looked
between my legs. While I didn't have a forest of hair down there, I still
had a fair bit. With a lot of care, I shaved it all off, even shaving the
hair on my labia. Quite the talent, if I do say so myself. I didn't nick or
cut myself even once. Running my hand over my smooth mound felt really
nice. Running my finger down my slit felt even better with no hair to get
in the way.

By the time I finished my bath, the water had gone cold.

####

Day 3

I knew I was dreaming when I was jumping on a trampoline, naked. Bouncing
next to me was Mom, also naked. My dream self was perfectly happy with
it. It was easy to see, given my stiffy. The problem with trampolines is
that someone always misjudges a jump. It was my dream self and our legs
crumpled on the netting and we collapsed into each other's arms. Mom's
hands were all over me and my stiffy. I knew it was only a dream, but it
faded into blackness.

When I opened my eyes, I knew three things. First, the dream had given me a
stiffy. Two, it was too damned early to be awake. A glance at my alarm
clock showed that it was only five after seven. And three, I had wet
myself.

I really didn't want to bother Mom just yet, the dream had left me icky. I
knew it was just a dream, but still, yuck. Also, It was early and I really
wanted my stiffy to go away. While I could handle it if my mom HAD to see
my stiffy, after that dream, I really would prefer she not.

After a couple of minutes, I was getting more uncomfortable and I gave up
and got out of bed. I padded down the little hallway between our rooms and
saw Mom asleep on her bed. Like yesterday, she had kicked off her
covers. This morning she wore dark blue panties. Instead of a tank-top, she
had on a black sports bra. I don't know if I made some kind of noise when I
came into her room, but she smiled as I came into her view.

"Hey kiddo, how'd you sleep?" she asked.

"Okay, I guess. Just wanted to let you know that I'm wet, again," is what I
said. But I was thinking, go away stiffy.

She stretched and rolled out of bed. She got the changing pad spread out on
the side where she didn't sleep and said, "Hop up on there, Kel."

After she pulled the rubber pants off, she put her hand on the front of the
cloth diaper. "Are you sure? You don't feel wet."

Why'd she have to touch me there? Unbidden, the image of me and Mom rolling
on a trampoline popped into my mind. I blinked, trying to get rid of the
mental image, but my stiffy twitched where she put her hand. I was laying
there and I could feel I was wet. I said, "Yeah. Pretty sure I peed on
myself."

She unfastened the pins and slipped the diaper out from under me, exposing
my little stiffy for her inspection. She turned on the overhead light to
see better and grunted, "Well, that's not what I expected."

"What?" I asked.

Mom had a bit of a weird smile on her face as she sat down next to me. "Uh,
Kelly, have you ever had fluid other than pee in your underwear before?"

Fluid other than pee? "No."

Whatever had happened, Mom was embarrassed as she lay the diaper across her
lap. She said, "Do you see those clear stains?"

They were hard to miss, they were in the middle of the exposed part of the
diaper. "Yeah. That doesn't really look like pee."

Mom put an arm around my shoulder and said, "Kelly, pretty sure you had a
wet dream. Do you know what that is?"

How'd she know I'd had a dream? To be honest, I wanted to freak out a
bit. Not sure what made it wet, though. I'd heard other boys talk about
them at school, but when I thought about it, I really didn't know what they
were talking about. So, I shook my head. "No, not really."

Mom colored a bit, clearly embarrassed, but she said, "Sometimes around the
time a boy's body goes through puberty, he'll have a sexy dream. When that
happens, their bodies produce, uh, the stuff that can make a woman
pregnant."

Sexy dreams? Oh, shit! She was talking about producing sperm. I knew that
from health class. I really tried to push the image from my dream out of
mind as I looked at the diaper. "And that's what I did?"

Mom nodded, and I put my finger on one of the stains. There was a small bit
of fluid that had saturated the cotton. It felt slimy. "It kinda feels
gross."

Mom squeezed my shoulder, giving me a little hug, "My little boy is now a
man."

"Mom," I protested. As much as I'd like to be a man, my little stiffy still
looked like a little boy's. Puberty meant having a big package and hair all
over. I glanced down. I was still sitting on the pad with nothing on. My
stiffy was still sticking up at the ceiling and even a critical look
wouldn't turn up hair number one.

I added, "Maybe it's not puberty. I don't feel any different."

####

I heard Kelly come into my room. God, it was too early. I just wanted to
sleep a bit more. I guess the days of me waking up and getting dressed and
going to check on him were over. At least for the summer. I wondered if I
should start wearing something more to bed if my son's going to barge in on
me each morning. All I had on was some panties and a sports bra. I had to
stop having this debate with myself each morning. I'll consider wearing
more to sleep if Kelly shows any signs of being disturbed by it.

I blinked my eyes open and smiled as I saw him standing on the other side
of the bed. "Hey kiddo, how'd you sleep?"

He stretched, raising one of his splinted wrists into the air, "I guess
okay. But I think I peed on myself again. I feel wet."

So much for sleep. I rolled across the bed and pulled the changing pad from
a plastic box under the bed, where I'm storing the diapers and supplies. As
I spread the pad out, I said, "Hop up here, Kel."

I don't know why they're called rubber pants; they only covered the diaper
area. I slipped them off and exposed the cotton diaper. Yesterday, when
Kelly had wet himself, the cotton material in front of his penis had been
soaked through. It didn't look the same this morning. I put my hand on the
front, feeling bad about any embarrassment it caused Kelly. But the cotton
was still dry.

"Are you sure? You don't feel wet."

Even though the only light in the room was from the curtains behind my bed,
I thought I saw Kelly blush as he said, "Yeah. Pretty sure I peed on
myself."

I thought, let's make this quick. I didn't like seeing him so
uncomfortable. I removed the safety pins and unfolded the corners exposing
his little erection. I knew he couldn't control it, and I could only
imagine that even though I've seen him naked several times and will likely
see him naked a hundred more, this was still hard to endure.

I pulled the diaper out from under him and got up and turned on the
light. I had to put my face almost in the diaper before I realized why he'd
felt wet. There were a couple of little wet spots in the cotton. "Well,
that's not what I expected."

Kelly looked up, a concerned expression on his face, "What?"

I had no idea how to explain what he'd done. Is it wrong for a single
mother to hope that her son learns about his body from his friends at
school? Kelly has always been my little boy and even when he turned eleven
and then twelve, he seemed so immature compared to the other boys in his
class. They were playing baseball or football. He just liked playing with
his toy soldiers around the house, like a little kid. Still, I really
shouldn't have been surprised. He'd grown several inches during the school
year and Dr. Peters had warned me a couple of visits ago that even though
some parts of Kelly were lagging pretty far behind, other parts, like his
height were pulling ahead.

Still, I had no clue what to say. I sat down next to him, aware that he was
still sitting there naked. "Uh, Kelly, have you ever had fluid other than
your pee in your underwear before?

He shook his head, "No."

Lord, take this cup from me, I thought. I guess I needed to explain what
had happened. I pointed to the diaper on my lap, "Do you see those clear
stains?"

Kelly leaned over the diaper, "Yeah. That doesn't really look like pee."

Flying blind, I wrapped my arm around my boy's shoulder, "Kelly, pretty
sure you had a wet dream. Do you know what that is?"

Kelly was quiet, still looking at the diaper when he finally said, "No, not
really."

I explained about sexy dreams and puberty.

Kelly's face was solemn as he said, "And that's what I did? A wet dream?"

When I nodded, he put his finger on one of the stains. "Feels gross, Mom."

I stuck my finger into the moist stain next to his finger. The slick feel
of semen didn't feel gross to me. As my finger rested against the damp
cloth, I realized how long it had been since I had been with anyone. I
never married Kelly's father. Why would I have? I was barely fifteen and he
wasn't even fourteen when I got pregnant. After Kelly was born, my life was
filled with taking care of a baby and going to school. Once I'd graduated,
I tried to go out a few times, but my mom put such a guilt trip about
dating that I moved out at twenty and have been on my own ever since
then. And now my Kelly had his first wet dream. He was becoming a man.

I reached around him and gave him a big hug, "My little boy is now a man."

"Mom," he squealed. Oh, well, his voice would eventually catch up to the
rest of him.

Kelly was looking down at himself. I'm sure he was being critical in his
inspection. I guess I can understand why. But to me, his four-inch erection
seemed completely normal.

He looked into my eyes and I could see his worry, "Maybe it's not
puberty. I don't feel any different."

That innocence was adorable, if misplaced. I felt a tingle in my body as I
looked at my son's penis. "I'm pretty sure my little man had his first wet
dream."

He groaned, leaning his head against my shoulder. I said, "Well, maybe not,
Kel. Do you remember having a dream?"

His cheeks, already scarlet, seemed to get even redder. "I, uh, guess."

I should have stopped there. He already looked so embarrassed. But I
pressed on. "Was it a, uh, sexy dream?"

I think I felt him tremble as he nodded. I moved my leg so that I could put
him between my legs and wrap my arms around him proper. "It's really okay,
Kel. That's normal."

Kelly's head rested against my own. He was getting so tall. He whispered,
"Really?"

"Yes. Of course. Was it one of the girls from your school?"

He shook his head.

"One of the girls on TV?"

Another head shake.

I should have left it alone. Kelly deserved the privacy of his little
fantasies. Instead, "Was it a girl you made up?"

Another shake of his head.

Curiouser and curiouser. "Was it someone you know?"

A moment passed before he whispered, "Yeah."

I'd eliminated just about everyone that Kelly knew already. Then it dawned
on me. There was one person who he knew that I hadn't asked him about. My
tummy fluttered at the thought. I figured it wasn't uncommon for boys to
have those thoughts. I knew I should have stopped, but I couldn't keep my
mouth shut.

"Was I in your dream?"

He trembled in my arms, unable or unwilling to respond. I felt horrible at
that moment. I really should have stopped. What kind of mom was I?

Instead, I gave him a brief kiss on his cheeck and playfully squeezed him
around the chest and said, "You're so sweet, Kel. Now let's get you
dressed."

####

I don't know what I expected when Mom guessed about my dream. But the warm
smile, gentle hug and quick peck on my cheek hadn't been it. I felt a bit
gross and dirty, even guilty about it. But she made it seem like it was no
big deal.

And by lunchtime, it wasn't. I can't say that I'd forgotten about the
dream, but when I'd look at Mom, she'd smile as though I'd never told her
that I had a sexy dream about her. The rest of the day was like
yesterday. We watched TV shows and movies and she even read to me as well.

My favorite time of the day is when we settle on her bed after dinner and
watch more TV. At one point, when there was a commercial break, Mom got up
and started cleaning things, collecting dirty clothes from my room and hers
and getting a load of laundry going. She even went into the kitchen, where
I heard her washing the dishes. When she came back in and collapsed on the
bed, she laughed and said, "I'm becoming such a slob, Kel. Lounging around
in my undies all day, watching TV and not getting anything done around
here. I'm not much of a housekeeper."

I looked over at her as she sat next to me. Her chest rose and fell as she
caught her breath. Given that I was stuck wearing stupid diapers for a
while, I thought that Mom wearing what she slept in the night before was
her way of making me feel better. I'd never really noticed it before, but
since this whole thing with my wrists, my mom was the coolest person I
knew. And, as I snuck another peek at her, I realized that she was actually
very pretty. No wonder I'd dreamed about her last night.

I shook my head, "No way, Mom. You're awesome. I don't know what I'd do if
you didn't have the summer off. You're my hands, you do everything for me."

She didn't look convinced, "Are you sure, Kel? I'm letting all our routines
go. Heck, I'm so off my game, I can't even be bothered getting dressed."

I looked over at her, "No, you're the best. When I broke my wrists, and
realized I needed to wear diapers, I thought my life was over. But you've
been so cool about it."

I tried to snap the elastic waistband of my rubber pants but my wrists and
hands wouldn't cooperate, "Can you imagine me having to get into and out of
shorts or pants every time I have to go to the bathroom? Or slipping a
shirt over these," I said, nodding toward the wrist braces."

Mom kind of smiled, "Yeah, you're definitely easier to change in just a
diaper."

"See, I told you," I said.

I had a thought as we lay there with the TV on. Earlier that morning, I had
been so afraid that Mom thought I was gross for having a dream about
her. The whole day with her told me that my fears were simply untrue. But
what if she thought she should get dressed because she didn't want me to
have dreams about her?

I was finding that apart from having no use of my hands, that I was really
enjoying my new normal with my mom. I went on, "If you really want to get
dressed in the morning, I guess I can understand why. But, don't do it if
it's just because of me, okay?"

Mom reached up and tousled my hair, "I love you so much, Kel. When you say
something like that, you sound so mature."

Then she nodded toward her own scant clothing, "Are you sure? If me wearing
my sleep clothes makes you uncomfortable, I'll stop."

"Yeah, Mom. I'm sure. I'm cool with it."

I remembered then about our conversation from yesterday, "The only thing
that would make what you wear even better is if you had to wear a diaper
like me."

Mom laughed, "I guess you haven't forgotten about that, eh?"

I shook my head.

The TV show ended and mom said, "Let's go figure out how to wash your
hair."

I followed her into the bathroom and as she started running the water, I
said, "Couldn't I take a shower? I can put my hair under the shower head
and wash it that way."

Mom eyed the shower head and looked back at me, "I don't know, Kel. Seems a
waste of time. The rest of you still needs washing, too."

I felt the opportunity slipping away. I really hated baths. They really
were for little kids. Then I had an idea, "Okay. Why can't you stand to one
side and wash me in the shower? That way, you'll know I'm clean. And you
won't get wet."

Part of me was afraid that she would get mad at me for making the
suggestion. Instead, she slowly shook her head, as though she was
considering it. "I don't know, Kiddo. I think I'd still get wet."

I gave her my best puppy dog eyes, "If you're worried about getting your
sleeping clothes wet, couldn't you wear your swimsuit? Then I could really
take a shower instead of a silly bath."

Mom finally threw up her hands, "Fine, Kel. If my underwear gets wet, I'll
just change it afterwards. If it means so much to you not having to take a
bath, then we'll try it your way tonight."

####

I was more than a little bothered that I'd wrangled an answer out of Kelly
about his wet dream being about me. I was also bothered about how my body
had responded. God help me, but it's been more than thirteen years since
I'd had sex and the way my body tingled when I heard Kel's confession
bothered me. Sure, I'd told him that it wasn't a big deal. And I didn't
want him to think it was. I'm sure that lots of boys have sexual dreams
about their moms, and I'd be damned if I was going to let him think it was
a big deal.

It must have worked, by lunch things were back to normal for us. Or
whatever our new normal has become. We slipped into an easy going routine
of TV watching, eating, me reading to Kelly, eating and then settling onto
my bed to watch TV.

My lovely Kelly is usually easy for me to read. I could tell that he
enjoyed our evenings watching TV in my bed best. And I enjoyed it, too.

Perhaps too much, I thought, as I looked around the room. There were
clothes on the floor and in the kitchen, dishes that needed cleaning. The
more I thought about it, the more I realized I had to behave more
responsibly. During a commercial break, I got up and gathered our clothes
and put them in the wash before I tackled the kitchen.

By the time I'd settled back on the bed, I decided a little more structure
might be necessary. After I caught my breath, I said, "I'm becoming such a
slob, Kel. Lounging around in my undies all day, watching TV and not
getting anything done around here. I'm not much of a housekeeper."

Bless Kelly's heart, I thought, when he turned and said, "No way,
Mom. You're awesome. I don't know what I'd do if you didn't have the summer
off. You're my hands, you do everything for me."

After everything l was leaving undone, I wasn't sure I agreed. While the
lack of structure over the past couple of days had felt truly liberating, I
couldn't let everything go. Otherwise the house would turn into a
pigsty. Also, even though the day had turned out pretty good, I was still
uncomfortable with my body and mind's reaction to Kelly's little dream.

"Are you sure, Kel? I'm letting all our routines go. Heck, I'm so off my
game, I can't even be bothered getting dressed."

Kelly folded his splinted wrists against his chest as he rolled over and
faced me, "No, Mom. You're the best. When I broke my wrists, and realized I
needed to wear diapers, I thought my life was over. But you've been so cool
about it."

To show me he meant it, he brushed the elastic waistband of his rubber
pants and laughed before saying, "Can you imagine me having to get into and
out of shorts or pants every time I have to go to the bathroom? Or slipping
a shirt over these," I said, nodding toward the wrist braces."

Kelly's good humor always lights up my life. I had no choice but to agree,
"Yeah, you're definitely easier to change in just a diaper."

With a look of victory in his eyes, he said, "See, I told you,"

He continued looking at my face, like he was looking for my approval. After
a long interval, he added, "If you really want to get dressed in the
morning, I guess I can understand why. But, don't do it if it's just
because of me, okay?"

I wanted to cry, my little boy who loved playing with his toy soldiers,
showed so much emotional maturity right then. I reached out and mussed his
hair, "I love you so much, Kel. When you say something like that, you sound
so mature."

If I'm being totally honest with myself, wearing my underwear around the
house has been fun and liberating. I'd give it up for Kelly, but if he
really didn't mind... Still, I wanted what was best for him, so I said,
"Are you sure? If me wearing my sleep clothes during the day makes you
uncomfortable, I'll stop."

"Yeah, Mom. I'm sure. I'm cool with it." Then he grinned, flashing his
teeth at me, "The only thing that would make what you wear even better is
if you wore a diaper like me."

I laughed, "I guess you haven't forgotten about that, eh? I wasn't sure if
you'd remember."

When the show was over, it was time to figure out how to get Kelly's hair
under the faucet in the tub. When I ran my hands through it a few minutes
ago, I could tell it needed washing.

"Alright, Let's go get that hair of yours washed."

My baby followed right behind me. I was running the water, when he said
with a plaintive voice, "Couldn't I take a shower? I can put my hair under
the shower head and wash it that way."

I glanced at the showerhead. There simply wasn't any way for him to manage
a shower by himself. We were four to six weeks out from that. "I don't
know, Kel. Seems a waste of time. The rest of you still needs washing,
too."

"Couldn't you stand to one side and wash me in the shower? That way, you'll
know I'm clean. And you won't get wet," Kelly pleaded.

When the previous owners had remodeled the house, they had installed an
extra-long tub. Instead of putting the shower head at one end or the other,
the shower head faced the side of the tub, around the tub's midway point.

I suspected Kelly thought the baths were babyish. After all, he's been
taking showers for more than half his life. But with baths I could get him
washed without getting wet. If I let him draw me into this, there was no
way I'd stay dry, even standing at one end of the tub or the other. On the
other hand, how much would it really inconvenience me if I stood to one
side and washed him? I don't know, he had yet to convince me.

"I don't know, Kiddo. I think I'd still get wet."

Kelly's eyes grew mournful and sad. I've seen those adorable puppy-dog eyes
many times before. I'll admit, he's still adorable when he gives me that
look. Now, that he's taller than me, it probably wouldn't work much
longer. His voice was just short of a whine, "If you're worried about
getting your sleeping clothes wet, couldn't you wear your swimsuit? Then I
could really take a shower instead of a silly bath."

Oh, what the hell, I thought. The worst that could happen was Kelly seeing
me with wet underwear. Putting just enough of an exasperation into my
voice, I said, "Fine, Kel. If my underwear gets wet, I'll just change it
afterwards. If it means so much to you not having to take a bath, then
we'll try it your way."

Rather than go back to the bedroom, I removed his splints and took his
diaper off next to the shower. It was dry. "Do you need to go to the
bathroom first?"

Kelly stepped over and faced the toilet. As he was about to pee, I said,
"You might want to rethink that. I'm not cleaning up your bad aim."

The boy giggled as he turned and sat down. A moment later, he finished and
I flushed the toilet. I lightly slapped his butt as playfully as I could
manage, and said, "Let's give this a try, Kel."

Naked as a baby, Kelly stood under the shower head as I turned on the
water. Soon enough he was soaked from his head to his toes. He laughed and
even hummed a few notes as he did a three-sixty turn. Water splashed up,
making me wet up to my knees. Part of me wanted to move things
along. Staring at my naked son was bringing back the feelings from this
morning. But he was really enjoying himself as the water cascaded over his
body. So, reminding myself that I shouldn't enjoy ogling my son, I leaned
against the tile and watched.

A few minutes later, Kelly came over and stood in front of me, the water
falling from his body raining on my feet. "Wash my hair?"

I poured some shampoo into my hand and reached up. I couldn't help
wondering when he'd sprouted that last three inches. Rather than reach up
to where I couldn't see, I said, "Crouch down or kneel. When'd you get so
tall?"

He got on his knees before me. As I lathered up his hair, I tried not to
think how his eyes were so close to my belly button. Once I was satisfied
with his hair, I said, "Alright, go on and rinse it out."

Instead of standing back up, Kelly sat Indian style facing the side of the
tub and let the water rinse the suds out of his hair.

After a moment, I said, "I thought you don't like baths.

"I don't, but sitting under the shower isn't a bath. It's still a shower."

The happiness of Kelly's voice is like my catnip. I don't know that I can
get enough of it. And at that moment, he was as happy as he'd been since
the accident. I didn't really have the heart to tell him to stand back up
so that I could wash the rest of him. So, I resigned myself to wet
underwear and sat down next to him and said, "Ok. This isn't a bath, it's a
shower."

I took the bar of soap and lathered up his arm closest to me. The water
washed the suds off almost as fast as I could apply them. I raised his arm
and worked on his left side, from his ticklish armpits down to below his
hips.

I got him to spin around on his wet butt and give me his back. I massaged
his neck a little and then his shoulders and all the way down to his
butt. By now, I was as wet as him. The rain falls on the just and unjust
alike, I guess.

As though his butt were a turnstile, I rotated him to the side and washed
his right arm and then tickled him just a little as I ran my soapy fingers
all the way down his side to his butt. I knew I shouldn't be enjoying
rubbing my soapy hands over Kelly's body, but it was in the name of a good
cause. Namely, getting him clean. Somewhere in the back of my mind, a
little voice said that I might be giving Kelly more fuel for his sexual
fantasies. But I shut that voice down, content to give my injured boy a
thorough washing.

I turned him to face me. Sitting cross-legged might have worked before, but
I needed to get closer to wash his chest. "Let's get you to stretch your
legs out on either side of me, Kel."

I felt a tingle when his calves rubbed against my hips. I threaded his legs
over mine legs until they rested alongside me. I was too far away before
and now, with perhaps six inches between Kelly's chest and mine, I was
probably too close. But I didn't really want to pull away. So, I lathered
up my hands before I started working on his chest and shoulders.

"This okay, Kel?" I asked.

A dreamy smile was pasted on his face as he said, "Yeah.  Lots better than
a bath."

I glanced down and saw that his little dick now stood at four
inches. Fortunately, it pointed almost straight up. Had it pointed out, it
would have been only an inch or two from my soaked panties. Given how close
Kelly and I were at that moment, thinking that it would have been awkward
had his erection touched my panties seemed a bit absurd.

I stopped often to reapply the soap as I slowly worked my way down my boy's
chest. I was gentle when I massaged his belly. He was ticklish and I didn't
want to set him off on a fit of laughter. I stopped at that point. My boy's
beautiful face was so close and he looked like he was enjoying being
washed. I cleared my throat and he opened his eyes and smiled wide. "I
don't care what you think, Mom, you're even better at showers than you are
baths."

I couldn't help but smile back at him. I felt guilty, I really wanted to
touch his little dick. I loved seeing it bouncing so close to me. But even
though he'd told me yesterday that my touch was a good touch, the thoughts
running through my head left me in serious doubt.

He finally asked as I hadn't moved in several seconds, "Are you going to
finish washing me?"

He shifted his hips forward a little, and his penis jabbed forward like a
little dagger. I hadn't been aware of it, but only a few inches separated
us and when he jabbed forward, he poked me just below my belly button.

We both gasped at the unexpected touch. I Should have backed away right
then, but when the gasp was Kelly's only response, I didn't move
either. Finally, I slipped my soapy fingers down to his shaft and held it
in my fist.

As Kelly sharply inhaled at my touch, I was taken back to a memory. I had
ridden my bike over to my friend Brenda's house. She was a grade ahead of
me but we were good friends. I counted her younger brother as one of my
friends, too, even though he was almost two years younger than me. I was
fourteen and Brandon was twelve the day I arrived and his sister and
parents had gone to some tournament. I was happy to hang out with him,
after all, I had a secret crush on him. I learned that day that he had one
on me, too.

I blinked the water out of my eyes, as I gazed down at my fist. I was taken
back to Brandon and me in his room, naked. It was the first time either of
us had seen the other naked. He was laying on his bed and I had wrapped my
hand around his boner. He hadn't lasted very long before a few stringy
strands of semen landed on my fourteen-year-old nearly flat boob.

I blinked again and looked into Kelly's face. He was gazing back at me. The
love in his eyes touched me as I stroked his penis a couple of times. His
eyes grew round as I slid my fist back and forth, "Oh, wow. That, ah..."

I smiled back at him while I kept moving my hand along his dick, "This
okay, Kel?"

He still looked like he was in shock at the feelings in his dick, but with
a whisper, he nodded, "Yeah."

I could have rationalized a few strokes to clean Kelly's penis. Maybe even
eight or ten. But I had lost track of the number of times my palm lightly
smacked his bald pubic area as my fist worked his little boner. I was
molesting my son, there was simply no other way to think of it. And I
should have stopped.

Still, his dreamy and happy face overwhelmed any sense of shame I should
have had. When he gasped and his hips twisted, I knew he was close. I
pulled the rest of my fingers back and let my forefinger and thumb
stimulate his erection.

"Oh, Mom, I, uh, I think I'm about to pee!" Kelly's voice was that
high-pitched soprano voice I loved so much.

"It's not pee, Kel. This is like your wet dream, but you're awake for it."

I felt his penis throb, it felt bigger. Then it spasmed in my fingers. His
little boner was pointed at me and a drop of cum hit me in my belly
button. He spasmed again and another shot landed just above my
panties. Another drop was on my index finger when I finally let go of his
penis.

I knew what I had done was wrong. I couldn't deny it in my heart. I stopped
looking at Kelly's still rigid dick and turned to see his face. I was
expecting fear or anger, or at the least confusion. Instead, he simply
smiled as he repeated, "Wow. That's what I slept through this morning?
Wow."

Yes, I felt like dirt, but I couldn't help but smile at his
reaction. "Yeah. I suspect it's a lot better when you're awake."

"Yeah. I bet," he said as he leaned forward and wrapped his arms around my
neck again. He could give me a hug like that, without his wrists hurting
too much. I might have felt horrible about what I'd done, but at that
moment I wanted his hug even more than he wanted mine. I moved my butt
along the tub until I felt my pelvis connect with his. His chest was
pressed against my drenched sports bra.

Our heads were side by side, as I received the best hug in a very long
time. After a while, Kelly whispered, "Thanks, Mom."

####

I broke the hug first as I slid away from Kelly. The shame I felt paled in
comparison to my other feeling as I watched my son's dick slide off my
tummy. It made me tingle all over. No matter how guilty I felt, it simply
didn't compare with how sexy I felt right then.

I climbed out of the tub first and then helped Kelly. I grabbed a towel and
got to work on his hair, rubbing it until it was dry enough. I toweled off
the rest of his body and even though I'd told myself to leave it alone, I
rubbed my son's dick through the fabric, if only for a moment.

"There you go, Kel. All dried."

I looked down and added, "I thought I was going to stay dry. That was the
plan."

Kelly laughed as he looked at my underwear, "I don't know, Mom. They look
just fine to me."

When had he become such a tease? I figured I'd get him a fresh diaper and
then deal with my own underwear then. I was about to steer him toward the
bedroom when he said, "Mom, I think some of my stuff landed on you."

He was pointed at my bellybutton and sure enough, I found my innie button
had his semen in it. I could have grabbed some TP or a washrag, but I was
still horny after masturbating Kelly. I used my pinky to spoon out his
goop. It was clear without a hint of white I'd have expected. I lifted it
to my nose and took a sniff. It didn't have much of a smell. Kelly was
crinkling his nose as I decided to see if his spunk had any taste.

When his little deposit hit my taste buds, I found the taste rather
sweet. I've had friends who've described their husband's or boyfriend's
sperm as tasting really salty and bitter. Kelly's dollop of nectar was
neither of those. To me, that little drop sort of tasted like honey.

Kelly's face contorted, "Gross. You just ate my stuff."

I patted him on the bare back, "Yep. And I'd do it again. You taste sweet."

He leaned down and put his hand in my belly button. But I'd cleaned it
up. Then he said, "Oh, there's a little bit here, too."

His hands were still useless but he was able to put his finger right above
my panties. "It got onto your underwear."

He put his finger on the hem of my panties before bringing it to his
mouth. He licked his lips a couple of times. "I don't taste anything, Mom."

I couldn't resist my smile as I guided him back to the bedroom to put his
diaper on. "I bet you'll have plenty of opportunity to taste it again, Kel.

I turned in time to see him flush at the idea. He had the diaper routine
down and climbed onto the changing pad, feet pulled up and spread. I lifted
his hips and slid the folded cloth diaper under his backside. I stopped as
he lay there. His little penis was still stabbing the air. Part of me
wanted to see how long it would take him to cum again. But more of me
needed a chance to come down from my own sexual high.

I folded the diaper and pinned the corner before saying, "There you
go. Just about done."

Once I got him into his rubber pants, I got him settled back on my bed and
then went to change. I've never felt as conflicted as I did tonight. I knew
I'd done wrong. Like, really wrong. But then I looked at the way Kelly
gazed back at me, it was plain to see that he found no fault in my actions,
only love. I had a lot to think about.

####

Day 5

Dinner was quiet as I cut Kelly's food into small enough bites to feed
him. The last thirty-six hours have been hard on me as I've replayed my
son's shower. After I had put him to bed, I went and soaked in the tub,
taking a long, hot bath. My fingers eventually found their way to my shaved
mound and from there to my clit. I closed my eyes and let my fingers
release some sexual tension. I kept one finger massaging my little button
while sticking another deep into my passage. I could feel myself bumping up
against a tension. I moved my hands faster and closed my eyes. With my eyes
closed, the first image that popped into my head was Kelly and his gorgeous
little cock.

As my dam burst and I was hit by a powerful orgasm, I groaned out, "Yeah,
Kelly, fuck your momma good."

The words were no sooner out of my mouth when I freaked out a bit. I
finished up the bath and headed to my bedroom. My guilt was bad and when I
went to sleep, I was wearing the most modest pair of panties I owned and a
tee-shirt.

Yesterday, I tried not to let what had happened the previous night affect
how I treated Kelly. I really thought I was doing a good job, but when I
didn't offer to bathe him before bed, the look he gave me told me that I
hadn't really fooled him. What's more, before I went to sleep last night I
was back in the bath, not even pretending to do anything other than
masturbating to a mental image of Kelly. And when I got dressed for bed,
instead of looking for modest underwear, I had lacy white panties that made
me look sexy, that I put on. And a white tank top that ended above my belly
button. As I slipped between the sheets, I was as confused as I had ever
been. What kind of signals was I sending to my son?

And now, that dinner was over, I could see my troubling silence was
impacting Kelly. I had to talk with him. I needed him to understand I never
wanted to hurt him. And we had to figure out how we were going to handle
things over the next few weeks.

As we headed into my bedroom, I asked, "You dry? Need a change?"

He climbed onto the bed and settled against one of my pillows and shook his
head. I joined him in my usual spot. Instead of turning on the TV, though,
I glanced at his face and said, "I think we need to talk about things,
Kel."

He nodded, "I know, Mom. Did I do something to make you mad at me?"

I shook my head, "Heavens, no. Anything but that. I could never be mad at
you, my love."

A look of relief washed across his face and the serious expression he'd
worn since yesterday evaporated and he gave me one of his beautiful
smiles. "Thank God, I was getting worried. Then, what's wrong? It's not
about what happened in the shower is it?"

Hearing him name the problem probably made my face look as distressed as
ever. I nodded, "I guess it is, Kel. I really shouldn't have touched you
like that."

He frowned at that. "Mom, you know how much I love you, right?"

I nodded.

"Then why are you saying something so stupid?"

"Kel, I touched you sexually when I shouldn't have," there, I had confessed
my crime to my son.

He sat up from leaning back on the pillow and crossed one leg over the
other before he tried to place his hand on my shoulder. He winced at the
pain and settled for resting his splinted wrist on it. "Why? I asked you
to. I already told you that I know about good and bad touches. I learned
that in school. Why don't you listen to me? What you did was a good touch,
Mom. I really liked it a lot."

I was about to speak, when Kelly said, "No, Mom. Let me finish. I love
spending time with you. I love our movies. I love it when you read to
me. Even though I don't like the diapers, I love how you look at me when
you change my diaper. And I loved my shower with you."

I've never heard Kelly say anything with such passion before. Still, I was
scared about my feelings for him. Of where it might lead.

I picked up his wounded wrist from my shoulder and kissed his knuckles that
were sticking out from beneath the splint. "You really are becoming a man,
Kel. I've never seen you speak so well.

At least he had the decency to blush at the praise. I had tried to talk
around the issue, to focus on what I'd done. And he had eviscerated my
reasoning. I didn't want to explain further. I didn't want him to see me
differently. But I had to get him to understand.

"The thing is," I said, "When I touched you, I enjoyed it, too."

Kelly's eyes rose in surprise. I kept talking, "When I washed your body, I
loved the feel of your skin under my touch. Even when I change your diaper,
when I see your lovely penis, I want to feel it. None of that is normal for
moms to feel that way about their sons. And even though that's how I feel,
it scares me because of where it could lead."

Kelly lowered his eyes as I finished talking. "You know, I woke up this
morning to another sexy dream about you. I guess I thought I was the only
one who felt like things were changing between us, Mom. I didn't realize
you were feeling the same thing, too. I really like these changes. I was
hoping you did, too."

My voice was shaking as my emotions got the better of me, "I didn't say I
wasn't liking these changes, Kel. But I'm scared. If anyone found out, I'd
be in so much trouble."

Kelly's eyes had brightened when I mentioned that I did like the
changes. "I'm scared, too, Mom. Not about anyone finding out. That's not
going to happen. I promise you. But I've been scared that you wouldn't feel
what I feel."

My heart pounded against my chest as I began to wonder if Kelly and I could
somehow manage to navigate our way through to the other side.

Kelly looked down. I think he was trying to contain his emotions. He
finally looked back up, his face was uncertain as he added, "When I saw one
of the other boys talk about one of the girls he liked, I didn't really
understand him. When someone else said that he loved his girlfriend, I
thought he was talking about love the same way we've always told each other
that we love each other. But now, I think I understand that there's a
different kind of love. And that's what I'm feeling right now."

His voice, still high-pitched quivered as he continued, "Please, Mom, is
that how you feel, too?"

I felt tears sliding down my face as I reached over and gave him a
hug. "Yeah, baby. That's what I'm feeling, too. I love you so much, Kel."

He nuzzled his face into my neck, "I love you, too, Mom."

Kelly was crying, too. My tears mingled with his as we held each other. I
still didn't really know what would happen between now and when he gets his
wrist braces removed, but my fears of letting myself feel the sexual
feelings for my son were gone at that moment. Also, I knew that what had
happened between Kelly and me in the shower was something both of us had
wanted. There was something magical in this moment, knowing that I will
always be Kelly's first love.

####

I bawled into my mom's shoulder when she told me that she felt the same way
about me as I did about her. Tears of relief had never felt better. When
we'd finished hugging, she turned on the TV and I lay back next to her,
happier than I'd ever been in my life. Being a little taller, my head was
actually above hers and as we got into the show, I slipped my left arm
around her shoulder, letting my wrist brace lay on her left arm.

Mom shifted a little bit and leaned her head up until she gave me a kiss on
the cheek. I liked the way my face tingled from that kiss. As the show went
on, my mom rested her left hand on my chest as she cuddled up against
me. I'd never held a girl close like this and it felt wonderful. I was
quite content.

When the show was over, it was still early. I squeezed a little, eliciting
a contented murmur from Mom. The next show was starting when she gave me a
look that made my insides flutter. She said, "I know you've had a rough
time with your wrists and these diapers you've had to wear. You even said
you'd like it if I wore one, too. So, if you ask me to wear a diaper with
you, I won't tell you no."

I couldn't believe it! I really don't like wearing the diapers. But earlier
I'd thought that if Mom also wore a diaper that it would make me feel
better about wearing one. I gave a little nod, "Are you sure, Mom?"

She gave me a smile as she climbed up from the bed, "Yeah. I'm going to do
it."

She pulled the changing pad from under the bed and put it on her side of
the bed and folded up a cloth diaper. She bit her lip when she set the
diaper down. "I uh, don't know..."

My stiffy twitched in my diaper as I realized what she was trying to say, I
sat up and said, "Uh, if you want, I can go wait in my room."

I saw a glimmer of relief in her eyes, but then she shook her head. "Only
if you want, Kel. Over the past five days, I've changed your diapers like
fifteen times. I don't mind if you stay."

I just nodded as she sat down on the pad. She handed the cloth diaper to me
and said, "Drape it over your wrist and you can give it to me when I'm
ready."

My mouth felt dry as mom leaned back a bit and put her hands on her
hips. Then her hands gripped her panties and she slid them down. I gasped
when I saw her pubic area. I'd been expecting to see a bunch of adult pubic
hair and I was simply shocked to see that she was bald.

She must have seen the look in my eye. She giggled, "I shaved my hair off a
few nights ago. I like how it feels."

She pulled her panties down to her knees and I could see her slit. I'd seen
a few pictures in school, and this blew them all away. She was simply
beautiful down there.

She tossed the panties into the hamper and shifted on the pad as she spread
her legs open. Her slit widened and I could see inside the outer
lips. There were pink inner lips and something small above it. As I stared
at the first pussy I'd ever seen, she wore a nervous expression, "Is it
okay?"

My voice had failed me. I merely nodded. She took the diaper from my arm
and slid it under her bottom. Then she folded the ends and used the safety
pins to hold the diaper in place. Once done, she crawled off the bed and
said, "Whatcha think?"

I finally found my voice as I got up from my side of the bed, "You look
awesome, Mom."

I jumped up and down a few times before saying, "Remember, I said I'd love
to dance around with you in our diapers?"

Mom giggled as she fished out the second set of rubber pants and put them
on. She came over to me and said, "I'll take that dance, now, Kel."

She helped me put my arms around her shoulder and she put her hands on my
hips and we started rocking back and forth on our feet, the only music was
in our heads. After she showed me how to turn around when dancing, she
slipped her arms around my lower back and pressed her body into mine.

We danced like that for several minutes. Finally, she said, "If you want,
we'll get some real music next time and we'll figure out this dancing thing
together."

I pressed my face into her ear, "I'd like that."

Our second dance was just a repeat of the first. I had no complaints. Even
through the thin material of her tank top, I enjoyed the feel of her
breasts on my chest.

After a third dance, my legs were starting to hurt. Mom said it's because
dancing uses different muscles than we're used to using.

She said, "Ready for that shower, now?"

I hope I didn't tremble when I nodded. I followed her into the bathroom and
she deftly removed my diaper as she waited for the water to warm. She
glanced down at me, "You look happy, Kel."

My stiffy waved proudly in the air. Before I would have been so
embarrassed. Now, I just grinned at Mom. It was okay now.

Once the water had warmed up, I climbed into the tub. Mom
hesitated. "What's wrong, Mom?"

She pointed to her diaper. "Wasn't really planning on getting this wet. Not
this way, anyway."

I thought about how pretty she was between her legs. I smiled and said,
"Then don't get it wet. I don't mind if you take it off."

She giggled and said, "No, I bet you don't mind, Kel."

I wasn't quite sure what she meant, but in no time at all, she took off her
diaper. As she stepped into the shower with me, I pointed to her chest,
"Keeping the tank top?"

Mom laughed. "I'd forgotten I still had it on."

She smiled apologetically at me when she dropped the shirt on the floor. I
could only assume she thought her boobs were small. But even though they
didn't jut out like Karla Christy's tits at school, they were still
gorgeous to me.

I just said, "Wow. Nice."

She turned on the showerhead and water rained down on us. "Glad you like
them. When you were a baby, I couldn't produce any milk, you were bottle
fed. So, this really is the first time you've seen my boobs in the flesh."

She said, "Ready to wash your hair?"

I went ahead and sat down right under the waterfall. Mom knelt beside me
and lathered up my hair before letting the shower rinse the shampoo from my
hair. Then she sat down beside me and said, "Turn and face the end of the
tub. I'm going to sit down behind you and wash your back."

Once I faced the end, her legs slid down beside mine and I felt her soapy
hands kneading my shoulder blades. She worked down my back and even ran her
slick hands over part of my butt. Then I felt her hands wrap around my
chest as she pressed her body into my back. I shuddered, realizing her bare
breasts were poking into my back.

Leaning my head back, I turned and could see her face. "Mmm, that feels
real nice."

She gave me a peck on my nose and said, "Well, you said how good the last
shower was. I've got a standard to meet."

I giggled as she moved back. Then she said, "Alright, turn and face me."

It didn't bother me that she was able to see my little stiffy. Actually, I
really liked that she could see it. She raised her legs, resting them on
the tub's ledge, "Slide your legs on either side of me. I'll put my knees
over your legs, then."

I really liked sitting this way. My stiffy was completely exposed to
her. Also, Mom's slit was spread open and I could see the pink of her inner
lips. She slid forward, closing the distance until she didn't have to reach
out to touch my chest. Like the first shower, our bodies were only inches
apart.

She washed my chest and belly and then she didn't hesitate to let her hand
grip my little stiffy. She pulled on my pole. She engulfed my rod with her
fist again and then she said, "I love your dick, Kelly. There's so much to
love you for, but I really enjoy feeling you like this."

My love was pounding in my heart for my mom. I wanted to feel her love. I
moved my butt closer. Six inches had separated us before and now there was
none. Her breasts were pressed firmly against my chest. My little stiffy
pushed against where she'd shaved her hair.

Putting my useless arms around her neck, I enjoyed the closest hug yet. I
pulled my face back far enough until our noses touched. I'd only seen TV
shows and pictures about kissing. I probably wasn't doing it quite right,
but I tilted my head a little and puckered my lips before I planted my lips
directly on my Mom's lips.

I was pleased when she responded, pushing her own lips against mine. I
hugged her harder as our lips locked on. I didn't think this could get any
better until I felt something press against my lips. Mom's tongue slipped
through them and she showed that a kiss could get better.

I felt light headed when our lips parted. Mom's smile was as goofy as
mine. I loved her lips so much. She leaned back a bit and I missed the feel
of her boobs on my chest. But I could see where my stiffy lay against my
mom's skin.

She reached down and played with my stiffy. It didn't take too long before
I felt my balls tingling. The tingling traveled up my shaft until that
feeling started to build. Then my body shook as her fingers brought me to
my orgasm. Mom had called what came out of me cum. And my cum hit me in the
chest. Another blast hit Mom on one of her boobs. And before I knew it, I
was spent even as my body spasmed a few more times.

Before the water could wash away my stuff, Mom pointed to her boob, where
my slimy, clear goo was plastered to her erect nipple. She said, "If you
want to taste it, lean in and suck it off me, Kel."

I felt lightheaded from cumming. And she had just pushed her boob
forward. The fleshy part of her boob wasn't very big, even to my
twelve-year-old eyes. I figured that her small size and her problem
producing milk after I was born was probably connected. But even so, I
loved looking at her boob. Whatever her size, it was the right one for
me. Her areola was the size of a quarter and her nipple was perfectly
centered and sticking out at me.

My little goo rested on her nipple and I thought it would slide off to one
side or the other. So, I leaned in and touched the end of her nipple with
my lips, which made them tingle. Opening my mouth, I licked her nipple and
tasted my goo. It slid across my tongue like honey and was sort of
sweet. My tongue darted around her nipple long enough to clean her boob of
my stuff before I clamped my lips around her nipple.

Mom gasped, "That's nice, Kel."

I quickly ran out of air and when her nipple slipped from my mouth, Mom
leaned back just enough to run a finger across my chest, collecting the
little drop of goo that had landed there when I cummed. She licked her
finger and said, "Yep. My boy is so sweet."

The water raining down on us was growing cold. I don't know how long we'd
been in the shower, but apparently, we'd drained the hot water tank. Mom
turned the water off and helped me out of the bathtub. I looked into her
eyes and saw her doubt returning.

Still wet, I stepped up to her, toe to toe and slid my arms around her
back. My bracers were next to the sink and as I gripped her back, my wrist
muscles protested. The bruising may have gone down some over the past five
days, but not by much. I'm sure my eyes widened at the pain, but I tried to
ignore it as I pulled Mom into another hug.

We were both still wet, dripping onto the rug. Being taller than her still
felt weird. All of my memories were of my looking up to her. And now, even
though it was only three inches, I had to lower my chin as I kissed her.

Her arms wrapped around my back as she closed her eyes and returned my
kiss. I couldn't have her going back to that place of guilt and
shame. Everything in me said that her touch was good. I hated that my
wrists were fractured, but the last few days revealed that there was a
whole other world open to me and Mom than before. None of that would have
happened if I hadn't fallen from my bike and hurt myself.

I poked my tongue through my lips, just like she had done a few minutes
earlier. Mom responded by opening her mouth. My tongue slipped inside her
warm mouth and my open lips followed Mom's. I'd never realized that people
could kiss open mouthed like that. It really did make exploring her mouth
easier. As my tongue slid across hers, I learned something new. A kiss can
last a lot longer when you breathe through your nose.

When our lips parted, Mom's breathing was ragged as she sucked in another
lungful of air. My lips kissed at her cheek until I ran into her ear where
I locked onto the bottom bit of skin.

Mom's gasp as I sucked on her ear was one of enjoyment. Her fingers gripped
my back as she tried pulling me closer, as if that were even possible. She
pushed her face into my neck and it tickled a little as she kissed me
there.

Mom's fingers pressing into my back, her tongue on my neck, her body
pressed firmly against mine, my stiffy had returned. My little soldier had
been soft when the hug started, but now he was as hard as when we'd been in
the shower. He pointed downward, trapped between our bodies.

Mom stopped nuzzling against my neck as she glanced down. There was nothing
to see, as my stiffy was hidden within our embrace. "Wow, Kel. That was
fast."

We broke the embrace, moving back only far enough for me to see where my
little shaft meets my pubic bone. I glanced at my mom as she smiled back at
me. Gone was the uncertainty that had been there a moment ago. I looked
back down, her nipples happily pointed at my chest.  Further down, I could
see her smooth pubic mound pressing against the base of mine, and the root
of my stiffy disappearing below.

I didn't want to step back, but I wanted to see more of my mom's pussy. I
leaned back just enough for me to see where her pubic bone ended and her
slit began. My stiffy tingled as I could now see my shaft. My little
mushroom of a head, though, lay hidden on the part of mom's slit that was
still pressed against me.

I was mesmerized as I enjoyed the feeling of our bodies, of our special
parts so close together. When I found my voice, I said, "No doubts, no
fear, Okay, Mom?"

She nodded as she finally stepped back. "You're right, Kel. And no
regrets."

The moment passed and I realized how much my wrists hurt. Mom dried me off
and slid the splints back into place, securing the Velcro.

When we were dry, I followed Mom back to her bedroom, where I expected her
to put my diaper back on. She folded the changing pad and set it on the
floor and climbed into bed. She smiled at me and said, "I know it's getting
late, and if you'd rather, I can get your diaper put back on and get you
tucked into your bed. But I thought..."

####

"But I thought you might want to sleep in here tonight."

I couldn't believe the words coming out of my mouth. But there was no
denying that I meant every word. I wanted to feel Kelly sleeping beside
me. I wanted his body next to mine. That kiss when we'd stepped out of the
shower had been one-hundred percent Kelly. And he finally shattered my last
reserve. Yes, part of me knew what I was doing was condemned by
society. And as I watched him climb into bed and rest his head on the
pillow next to mine, I just didn't care anymore.

When I gaze into my son's eyes, there's something in them that reassures
me. Our secret is safe. This new love is ours to explore. And my body
tingled with that realization.  I turned on the TV and put it on one of the
late night comedians and scooted over until my hip bumped into Kelly's. I
have to admit, I'm a bit taken aback by how quickly his little dick bounced
back. But, that's NOT a complaint.

He smiled at me and stretched his left arm and put it around me. He lay it
gingerly on my own left arm and I was careful with it, because I was pretty
sure he'd been in quite a bit of pain when he hugged me earlier without his
wrist braces.

I snuggled up to Kel's body and placed my hand on his chest, a few inches
below his neck, where my head rested. As I shifted my hips, I turned
slightly so that as I pressed my body against his, my right boob, such as
it was, pressed against his left side. My pubic mount was near his left
hip. His little soldier lay stiff as a board pointing toward his chest.

As I lay beside him, I marveled at the love I felt. As I played back
everything that had happened, reminding myself at every point that what
we're doing is okay, even good, I knew that Kelly's recent growth spurt
when he'd finally grown taller than me, may be playing a bigger role in our
newfound love. Last summer, he'd been a few inches shorter. Now he was a
few inches taller. I dared to wonder what next year might hold? Would I
have to stand on my tiptoes to kiss his lips? Or would he only add an inch
or two?

I hid a grin as I played with Kelly's chest. I was assuming he'd still want
this when his braces come off later this summer. I closed my eyes,
imagining him being a lot taller. Six foot tall, maybe. My fevered
imagination saw him being wide across the chest and narrow in the hips. I
enjoyed the vision, seeing him push me down on the bed and spread my
legs. He was fourteen, no, fifteen. His dick was six, no, make that seven
inches and thick all the way around.

I moaned aloud when in my vision, Kelly plunged his cock deep inside.

"Mom," Kelly said, as the image disappeared. "You all right?"

I opened my eyes. My lovely twelve-year-old son was naked beside me. His
four inches aroused me and I realized that the beauty by my side was better
than any dream. "Yeah, Kel. Just enjoying laying here by your side."

Kelly took his right arm and crossed it over the wrist he'd already slipped
around me. He shifted his hips to bring our bodies closer. My left boob
disappeared beneath his chest. I could see Kelly's torso pressing against
the fleshy part of my right boob.

When Kelly shifted a bit, his hips shifted to the side, sliding against my
pubic mound until the edges of our pubic areas touched. My pussy
tingled. Kel's penis was so tantalizingly close.

I could have sworn his high-pitched voice purred when he asked, "Is that
better?"

Nodding, I whispered, "Yeah, my love."

I wanted to feel his four inches slide inside me. It had been thirteen
years since I've been fucked and being this close to my son only made the
lack of sex over the years more pronounced. Still, I wanted, I needed Kelly
to take charge.  Even though I've accepted this change in our relationship,
I still want him to decide when to fuck me.

The late show ended and still the two of us cuddled with each other. My
occasional glances into my son's face showed he was still awake. Still
enjoyed our closeness. I figured we weren't that far away from falling
asleep, so I kissed his neck before leaning up to his face and gave his
lips a tender kiss. While the kiss lingered, my hand, which had almost
fallen asleep on Kel's chest began to massage his torso.

From his lips, I kissed his neck as I made my way down to his chest. As my
tongue found his little boy nipples, my hand slid to his belly and then a
bit lower. His little soldier was still at attention as my fingers played
across his delicate mushroom of a head.

His nipples were covered with my saliva when I lowered my head to his
belly. I swirled my tongue in his belly button. Kelly twisted under me and
fell into a giggling fit. He was so ticklish. From there I ran my tongue
down his pubic bone as his laughter fell away. He jumped a bit when I slid
my tongue up the topside of his dick. On top, I put his little mushroom
between my lips and let my tongue dig into his little pee slit.

I pulled off his dick long enough to see the hungry look in Kelly's
eyes. Then I took all four inches into my mouth. His little head brushed
against my tonsils when my lips ground into his pubic bone. If he'd gone in
much further, would my gag reflex have kicked in?

"Umng," Kelly moaned as I used my tongue on his shaft. "Oh, oh, Mom, that
feels really good. Oh, wow."

I shoved him as deep into my mouth as I could manage. It felt so full, as I
twisted my tongue around his silky shaft, all the while, sucking as hard as
I could.

"Ig, ur, ah," Kelly's voice was unintelligible as I felt his butt squirm
under me. As if he could grow any harder, he did. His hips bucked under me
as his dick spasmed and jerked in my mouth. It wasn't easy as his body
squirmed but I kept my lips pressed against my son's pubic bone as
something warm landed on my tongue.

I couldn't talk. I had four inches of the most delightful boy in the world
in my mouth, but that didn't keep me from saying, "Mmfph," and "Mmm."

I counted four little spurts followed by a few more empty spasms. I savored
the sweet flavor of my son's semen before I pulled my head up and off his
fading erection. I swallowed his tasty cum and then leaned back up and
kissed him on the lips.

I loved that happy dazed look on his face when the kiss ended. I could tell
he was tired and maybe even exhausted after giving up two cums in a couple
of hours, after all, this was even newer for Kelly than it was for me. So,
I pulled the sheets over us and gave him one more kiss before saying, "Good
night, my love."

####

Day 6

As I slowly woke up to the world around me, I realized my right arm was
loosely draped across my mom's side. I blinked a few times as last night
came back to me. I'm sure a smile probably threatened to split my face in
two as I recalled what happened.

Taking a shower with Mom had been so much fun. When she played with my
stiffy until I, what did she call it? I came, that was the most awesome
feeling. At least until she sucked my stiffy until more of my, uh, cum came
out. Then she swallowed every bit.

All it took for my little stiffy to return was thinking about my mom doing
some really fun things to me. I pulled back the sheet and my stiffy waved
about as though it was a signal flag. As my eyes adjusted to the dark room,
only lit by the morning sun peeking through a few gaps in the curtain, I
saw that Mom was laying on her side, facing away from me.

With the covers pulled down I could see her back and below that, her
shapely butt. Then I realized, Mom had actually let me sleep in her bed! I
was sleeping in her bed, and naked, too! My tummy fluttered at the
thought. I couldn't help thinking about what this change would mean. Would
she let me sleep with her until my wrists were healed? Would this all end
when I no longer needed to wear the splints? I hoped not. There was no way
my feelings could be contained within a few weeks. I wanted to hold her
close always. Next year, I mused, when other eighth graders were trying to
figure out if some girl liked them, I would have Mom. She'd love me like
those silly girls never would.

I didn't know if I was being stupid, thinking about the future. But I liked
those thoughts. Emotions that I was waking up to made me want to hold Mom
close, to snuggle and cuddle. I didn't want to wake her so, as quietly as I
could, I rolled onto my side, my front to Mom's back. My little stiffy lay
flat against my stomach while my stomach pressed against her backside. I
didn't really want my stiffy laying against my abdomen, So I shifted just
enough to move my stiffy to point downward. When I closed the gap between
my stomach and her butt, no longer held down, my stiffy rubbed between my
Mom's legs as it poked straight out. I could feel it resting against my
mom's slit.

I closed my eyes and enjoyed the little shivers that ran along my body as I
was the big spoon to my mom's small. I'm not sure how long we lay like
that, but after a bit, she pulled her legs up. When I moved my legs to
follow hers, it felt like our bodies were two chairs stacked one on top of
the other.  But what surprised me, is that when I moved to pull my legs up
against hers, my dick slid against her slit, moving back until my head slid
inside her outer lips.

I froze at that moment. My body burned to see what it felt like to stick my
stiffy into Mom's pussy. And I'd never been closer than at that moment. I
listened and felt my mom. Her breathing was deep and regular. She was still
asleep.

I was of two minds. I really wanted to feel her insides but I didn't want
to wake her either. Facing an impossible conundrum, as gently and softly as
I could, I shifted down a little bit until my hips were just below Mom's
pelvis. I could still feel my little mushroom brushing up against her, but
now I could rock my hips and coincidentally, my penis forward.

That first thrust must have looked like a turtle making love. My thrust
slow, a tiny fraction of an inch at a time. I felt my head press against
something, which I presumed were her inner lips. I kept pushing in until I
felt my head slip inside those inner lips. I gasped as quietly as I
could. I was fucking Mom. And the feeling of her pussy walls clamping
around my little head felt even better than her mouth on my shaft last
night.

I continued to push my hips forward a bit more and I felt my little shaft
slide along those interior lips another inch or so. With as much care as
before, I pulled back on my hips until I felt my little head about to pop
back out. That wouldn't do. I rocked back forward, a little faster and felt
my body quiver as my stiffy slid in as far as I could go.

I froze again. Mom's breathing had changed. She mumbled, "Hmmm, yeah."

Having impaled my Mom on my stiffy, I really didn't mind waiting to see if
that deep breathing would resume. After a bit, she hadn't moved any more,
so I rocked back on my hip as far as I dared before rocking forward, until
my pubic bone rubbed against her butt.

"Hmmm." I heard her voice again. "Kel?"

The gig was up. My voice tremored, "Yeah, Mom?"

She was quiet for a bit as I remained frozen in that position. Finally she
said, "Don't stop, baby. You feel good in me."

I was elated. I shifted my hips forward and back, slowly, bottoming out
each time. Mom wiggled her butt a few times, sending powerful tingles
through my body. With one of my armed around her, I hugged her as best I
could while my stiffy slid in and out. In, out. My balls tingled. In,
out. My stiffy tingled. In, out. My flared head tingled. In, out. My body
shook as my stiffy spasmed, still gripped tightly in the trap of my mom's
pussy. I felt my head erupt, jerking me around in her tight confines.

I practically yelled, "Oh, ah, Fuck! I'm cumming!"

Mom's butt wiggled as I spasmed. I shuddered inside her as she let out a
loud moan, "Yes! Kelly, don't stop. Keep fucking me, baby. I'm, ah, nearly
there."

I wasn't sure where `there' was but even after my last convulsion, I kept
rocking back and forth egged on by Mom's excited encouragement. My stamina
was beginning to flag, as the way I was thrusting was a little hard on me,
when she really did scream, "Ah, Kelly. FU-CK!"

She shivered under my touch as her hips bucked against my pelvis. "I'm
cumming, oh, shit! Ahhh!"

Spurred on by my mom's orgasm, I found a little more energy and I kept
sliding my stiffy back and forth inside her slick pussy until she finally
pulled herself off me. She flipped over and pressed herself against me as
she kissed my lips and probed my mouth with her tongue.

She was still breathing heavy when she stopped kissing me and said, "That
was fucking incredible!"

I couldn't help grinning. Firstly, because it was my most powerful eruption
yet and two, my mom had never cussed before our love changed and grew. Now,
every time she said fuck, my dick twitches.

We held each other until we both had cooled off. Then she crawled out of
bed and headed to the kitchen to make breakfast.

####

Day 42

When we left Dr. Peters' office I was as happy a boy as I could be. My
wrists were free from the torture devices that had bound them in place for
the last six weeks. I ran on ahead of her as I twirled around in the
parking lot, flexing my hands every which way.

By the time Mom got to the car, I had ran over to her door. As I opened it,
my voice cracked as I said, "Madam, please be seated.

If I sang to myself, my voice seemed to hold the notes they'd always held,
but over the last couple of weeks, it would crack sometimes when I
talked. I found it annoying, but every time it happened Mom would laugh and
say, "My man's growing up."

The other thing I was happy about, today is my thirteenth birthday. We're
going to pick up a pizza before going back home.

When Mom pulled out of the doctor's office drive, heading toward the pizza
place, she slid her hand onto my bare knee and squeezed it, "No more
diapers, baby."

I couldn't help giggling at her. "I think you've put one on me once in the
last week."

It was Mom's turn to giggle, "I have to admit, you do look better without
one, Kel."

When we got home, I hurried back around to Mom's door and opened it
again. That I COULD do it and that it made my mom smile so much made the
effort worth it.

Since the accident, I've grown another inch and a half. When Dr. Peters
measured me, I topped out at five feet, four and a half inches. When Mom
got out of the car, she had to stand on her tiptoes to kiss my cheek.

When we got inside, I said, "Where do you want to eat dinner, Mom?"

She set her purse down on the kitchen table and said, "Your call, Kel. It's
your birthday."

I swept past her and said, "Cool. Can we eat in your room?"

"Sure."

I set the pizza box down on the end of the bed and used my hands to climb
onto the bed. I loved that I had their use again. Mom sat down on her
side. She was fanning herself, trying to cool down from the heat outside. I
moved over beside her and she gave me a playful smile as she said, "Ready
to put those hands to good use?"

I nodded as my hands reached out and unbuttoned the top button on her
blouse. My fingers are still getting used to their newfound freedom and it
took me a couple of tries on some of the buttons to unfasten them. But soon
enough, I used my hands to push the shirt from off Mom's shoulders.  I've
seen her boobs a lot over the past six weeks, but seeing them covered by
the white cotton bra made my dick stiffen in my shorts. She turned around
and said, "Now that you can use your hands, you'll need to learn out to
take one of these off, Kel."

I fumbled with the clasp and it took several tries, but I was eventually
rewarded by her bra falling into her lap. She moved it as she leaned back,
giving me access to her pants. My fingers were getting a bit more limber
and had unfasted the buttons on her pants faster than on her shirt. I
pulled them off and threw them on the floor. She was wearing the sexy lacy
white panties that she'd worn the second day I'd seen her sleeping in her
underwear.

I looked up at Mom, giving her a practiced look of `may I?'

She shook her head and said, "Soon, Kel."

She sat up and grabbed the hem of my t-shirt and pulled it over my head. As
she threw it on the floor she laughed and said, "So much easier without the
braces, Kel."

She had me lay down on what had unofficially become my side of the bed and
unfastened my shorts. She pulled them off and whistled, "Damn, that's a big
tent, Kel."

I looked at my dick which was making my white underwear tent out. I felt
proud. It wasn't just my height that had grown over the first half of the
summer. Mom slipped my underwear off and my four and a half inches sprang
into the air. Instead of pointing to the sky, it now pointed upwards only a
bit. I'd added a bit of girth as my dick had thickened.

Mom took my dick between her thumb and forefinger and said, "When we first
made love, I thought your size was just right. You know, as you've gotten
bigger, my opinion is unchanged, You're still just the right size."

I was proud of my little trooper. Even though I was still waiting for the
first pubes to grow, I was pleased that I was getting bigger. The look my
mom gave me was reason enough to be proud. She pointed to her panties and
said, "Okay, Kel, now you can."

I pulled her panties down and waited while she spread her legs a bit. I
leaned forward and planted a kiss just above her clitoris. Her skin is so
smooth, like mine. She'd started using some creams and I'd helped to police
her pubes with tweezers. I had a sneaking suspicion that when my hair
eventually comes in, I'll get her help to remove it. I love the feeling of
our smooth bodies rubbing against each other.

I've been waiting to do what came next. My finger ran down Mom's slit
before I used both my hands to spread her pussy open. She'd showed me her
little clit before, but now I could run my finger along it and enjoy the
sound of my mom's little squeal.

I pushed a finger through her pussy lips and grinned when my palm bumped
into her inner lips. "Wow," I said, "So this is what you feel like. That's
cool."

Mom squirmed under my fingers' attention. And when I pulled the digit out,
I lowered my face into her slit.

She gasped and cried out, "Kelly, what, oh! Shit, baby. Your tongue!"

I lapped at her clit and then ran my tongue around it a few times. Then I
pushed my tongue out as far as I could and slipped it through her inner
lips. My tongue was being squeezed by her pussy walls and she was wiggling
almost uncontrollably under me. "Oh, Kel. Um. Oh. I'm gonna cum."

My tongue was soaked in her juices. And I swallowed as she convulsed and
spasmed under my face. Her juice was a little salty but mostly
tasteless. She finally pushed me back, "Kelly, God, boy, you should warn me
when you're going to do that. I've never came so fast."

I leaned back, grinning like a fool. I'd been thinking about eating her
pussy for several weeks now, but knew I'd want to wait until my wrist
braces had come off.

####

I knew when Kelly had set the pizza box on the bed that he had other things
in mind to celebrate becoming a teenager and getting rid of the wrist
braces. My breath nearly failed me as he unbuttoned my blouse and took me
down to my panties. I'd been his hands for six weeks, washing, feeding,
wiping, everything. Now, it was his turn.

I stopped him at my panties. Momma wanted some eye candy, too. And I
stripped Kelly down to his birthday suit. Very fitting, seeing as it's his
birthday today. Once my boy was naked, I relented and let him remove my
panties.

He'd been hinting for the last week or so that my pussy was of interest to
him. He'd even put his face down there a couple of times when I had spread
my lips and let him see the plumbing. But I wasn't expecting him to tongue
fuck me. Oh, my. I've never came so fast in my life. Before I got pregnant
with Kelly, my sex life had been with one boy. While we'd fucked like
jackrabbits until I got pregnant, Brandon had been clumsy. If I had
climaxed with him, it had been entirely by accident. In all my twenty-eight
years, I've never cum as fast or as hard as when Kelly ate me out this
evening.

When he finished, his lips and chin were slick with my juices. He had the
most adorable, goofy smile on his face. He really had stolen a march on his
mom. I pressed his chest until his back rested against his pillow and
kissed his lips and chin until my juices were cleaned up.

Then I swung my right leg across both his legs and I straddled his lap. The
pillow behind him propped him up so that as I sat on his lap, his chest was
nearly touching my boobs. A grin spread across his face as he wrapped his
arms around my back. I knew he enjoyed not having the wrist braces on. He
wouldn't have been able to grip my back with the splints on.

I put my arms around Kelly's neck. Sitting on my lovely boy's lap, my head
was actually slightly higher than his. And for once I lowered my lips as I
kissed him. We traded tongues, both of us eager to tongue fuck the other's
mouth. I couldn't take another second and I used my knees to raise myself
up enough for my fingers to find Kel's dick and position it below my pussy.

As I sank down on his shaft both of us noisily exhaled. I enjoyed feeling
his growing dick trapped in my pussy. Shuddered atop Kelly as I thought
about how much fun we'd have as his body grew and developed. Today a
four-and-a-half-inch dick. Tomorrow, a six or even seven-inch dick. And I
would be here every step of the way, watching him grow.

Using my hips and my knees I moved up and down on Kelly's dick. Being in
control, I enjoyed pulling up until his head nearly plopped out. I enjoyed
it even more as I slammed my pussy down on his lap. Each time my boy
groaned with pleasure. I kept moving up and down until I felt his shift. I
stopped and rested on his pelvis as I kissed him again.

"I love the feeling of you being in me," I said as I gathered my strength
for the final push.

Kelly squeezed my back, pulling me even closer to his chest, "I love being
in you, Mom. This feels incredible."

"Anything for my birthday boy."

Kelly gave me a sly look, "Anything?"

He wiggled his butt, making my pussy twitch.

"Yeah. Do you have something in mind?" I asked.

He kissed me back and held me close, "Even though my wrists are healed, I
don't want to go back to the way things were before."

I nodded, I'd figured out within a couple of weeks that our lives would
never be the same. "They won't. I can't imagine not taking showers with
you."

He pushed his face against my ears, having learned that I loved the way he
played with them. "I haven't used my bedroom in almost six weeks. Can I
share your bed from now on?"

The challenge of regular sex with my lovely boy, is that most of what we do
is by the seat of our pants. We haven't made any plans beyond getting the
wrist braces off. I knew that in four weeks, I would be back working as a
teacher's aide in the elementary school and Kelly would be in the eighth
grade. Beyond that, I had no idea. One thing I knew though, I wanted him by
my side as much as possible for as long as possible.

I nodded, "Share my bed? Almost like husband and wife? I like that, Kel."

His smile widened, "Yeah. Like husband and wife. That would be really
cool."

I moved up and down again and said, "Yes!"

Up and down, "Yes, Kel. We can be like husband and wife."

I picked up my rhythm and felt him respond with his hips moving in time
with my body. I felt him shiver under me and then a moment later, his body
jerked and I felt him spasm. He nearly shouted, as he threw his head back,
"Oh, yeah, Karen! Fuck my dick, oh yeah!"

I'd always been Mom. When he was younger, it had been mommy. Now, as I rode
my son's cock, he redefined our love and our relationship by a single word.

I kept rocking as he spasmed under me until he was spent. I rolled off him,
and pressed my body against his. He wrapped me into his embrace and I
cuddled against his young body.

Dreamily, he said, "I love you, Karen."

Soon, I heard steady breathing as Kelly drifted off to sleep. I wasn't far
behind him as my eyes were getting heavy. My last thought on this the first
day without the wrist braces was this, we came home from the Doctor's
office as mother and son. But the day ended with us becoming something
more.


The end.