Christ, how did I manage to fuck up both hands! Oh yeah, being a stupid seventeen-year-old guy with no fuckin’ sense on a four-wheeler. I’d gotten home yesterday afternoon from the emergency room and was tired and thirsty. Drinking a glass of water just before bed wasn’t my brightest idea either. I had to piss so fuckin’ bad at six in the morning, before Mom was up, and I needed her help. Dad had helped me pee and get undressed last night, but I knew he’d left even earlier this morning to catch a flight for a business trip.
Oh, I could use my elbows to roll myself out of bed and walk to the bathroom where Dad left the toilet seat up for me. That was easy. But I couldn't get my cock out of my fuckin’ underwear and I COULDN'T TURN THE KNOB AND OPEN MY BEDROOM DOOR TO GET TO THE GODDAMNED TOILET!
“Mom!” I yelled again. Why the hell did she shut my bedroom door? Just because I didn’t think about not being able to turn the handle doesn’t mean she shouldn’t have thought about it. She’s a mom for fuck’s sake. She’s supposed to know everything!
Maybe she was trying to keep me from hearing her and Dad fuck most of the night, but I always hear them. Hell, I’m pretty sure even the neighbors hear their bedframe squeak and their headboard repeatedly slam into the wall. So yeah, that would have been a stupid reason to close my door.
I laughed when I pictured their bed crashing through the wall like the Kool-Aid guy, but it turned out that laughing was a mistake and I felt a little pee squirt out. Dammit!
What was also frustrating was hearing them fuck made my cock so hard that I thought I was gonna die. I might have been able to cum rubbing my cock with my wrists, but not through my underwear. I even turned onto my stomach, braced myself on my elbows, and dry humped my bed but I couldn’t cum like that, either. And if I didn’t have underwear on, I seriously would have resorted to trying to suck my own dick, but again, underwear. GAH!
“Mom! I need you!” I tried again. If I could hear them fucking, couldn't she hear me yelling? Now, I was hopping around, trying to hold it in. And as desperate as I was to piss, it also felt pretty good to hold it. My cock sure as hell took notice. So now I was mostly erect and had to piss like a motherfucker.
“Mom!” I screamed one more time before I rested my forehead against the door. Maybe if I lay down and manage to fall back asleep, I could hold it longer.
I laid back down and crossed my legs. I squirmed. I panted. I leaked. I leaked some more. And then I couldn’t hold it any longer and started to piss. Fuck, it felt good, too!
“Ahhhhh,” I moaned. The piss shooting through my dick felt like a mini orgasm and the warmth that spread over my lower half soothed me. I braced on my elbows to lift my head and watched the dark spot begin to cover the entire front of my underwear. The urine pooled between my thighs and ran down my legs and sides. My cock was fully erect now as I pissed, and it was trying to escape my boxer briefs, but it could only bulge out like a thick tube.
“Oh, fuck yeah!” I grunted as I thrusted my hips up and squeezed my bladder muscles several times to push strong squirts of piss out before it tapered off. I pushed out a couple of more times to make sure my bladder was empty. If only I could cum like this, I’d be in heaven.
I thought I saw something in my peripheral vision and turned my head and instantly regretted it. My mother had opened my door and was standing in my room watching me.
“Fuck, me!” I yelled and threw my head back. At least my dick was going down.
“Well, Kevin, I certainly never expected this. I guess you needed your mommy more than you thought,” she said softly. I lifted my head to look at her, trying to decide what tactic would work best to salvage some of my pride. And then promptly forgot about my pride as my eyes appraised her.
She was wearing one of Dad’s white button-down shirts with only a couple of the bottom buttons fastened, so half of her mostly still perky breasts were showing. Her big nipples were barely covered, but clearly protruding through the thin material of the shirt and my mouth watered as I pictured myself suckling on them. The shirt was longer in the front and back but short enough for me to see her white panties that tightly covered her mound. The high sides of the shirt further showed that her panties were bikini-style. White panties have never looked so good! I totally forgot I was drenched in my own urine, and my cock forgot that was my mom in front of me looking so fuckable. I was already erect again.
My eyes finally moved up to her face and she was smiling at me, but not an ‘I’m laughing at you’ smile. More like a ‘I want to eat you up’ smile. I hoped anyway.
“God, Mom, you’re hot,” I said as my eyes locked on her breasts and she walked toward me.
“Thank you,” she replied when she got to my bed. “Tryin’ to keep your dad interested while I’m fertile.”
“Oh, geez, you didn’t have to tell me that,” I muttered and rolled my eyes. I knew they’d wanted a baby for a couple of years now, but I hadn’t given it much thought other than how hard it made me when they fucked.
“Listen,” I started, needing to explain why I wet myself. “I had to piss really bad and I yelled for you several times. I couldn’t push my underwear down and I couldn’t turn the handle on the door to get to the bathroom, so this is the result,” I said quickly and held my hands up for her to see how helpless I was. I don’t mind pity. Hell, at the moment, I welcomed it! I wiggled my hips at her. “Why didn’t you take these off of me last night and why’d you close my door?”
“Hmmm. Your dad took care of you last night and he's the one who left your underwear on, not me. I imagine he thought you’d still be able to push them down with your wrists. But I can see that with a massive hard-on, they’re pretty tight, and that would make it difficult to get them down,” she observed, and I wasn’t sure if I should be embarrassed or proud that she was looking at my hard dick.
“And I didn’t think about the door knob. I’m ovulating so I knew your dad and I were probably going to be loud and so I just closed your door to save you from having to hear us,” she said and shrugged, which gave me a glimpse of that swollen-looking nipple and my dick twitched. I bet Dad had sucked on it and that’s why it looked so red and swollen. My cock throbbed. I wanted to suck on that fuckin’ nipple, too.
“I could still hear you, Mom. I always hear you. You guys would wake the dead. So, did Dad do that to your nipple?” I asked as I nodded toward her exposed nipple.
“He did,” she said with a smile and didn’t attempt to cover it back up. “Sorry about the noise, baby. Now what can I help you with?”
I clamped my jaw shut so I wouldn’t blurt out what I really wanted her to help with. Hearing them fuck all night and not being able to jack off left me horny as hell. God, I needed to cum.
“Can you help me clean up and change my sheets?” I asked instead.
“Sure, honey. Let’s get you to the shower and I’ll change your bed while you’re in there.”
‘Um, Mom?” I asked as I held up my hands again, both in partial casts.
“Oh, sorry. Okay, stand up,” she said and helped pull me to my feet. I saw she was staring at my extremely hard dick. “Morning wood?” she asked.
“Kind of,” I responded. “Not much I can do about it with useless hands,” I said and sighed. “Guess I’ll have to live with blue balls unless I can get some girl to come over and jack me off.”
She tilted her head and gave me a sympathetic look but didn’t reply.
When we got to the bathroom, she tore a small plastic garbage bag in half and tied the plastic around my hands to protect the casts. She turned on the water in the shower, then slowly pulled my underwear down. My thick, seven-inch cock sprang up and slapped my belly.
“Wow. You’re almost as big as your dad and still growing up. Some girl’s gonna get lucky with that!”
“I wish some girl would get lucky now and give me some fuckin’ relief.”
She laughed softly. “You’re a funny guy,” she said as she opened the big stand-up shower door and motioned for me to go in.
“I’m a horny guy,” I retorted as I stepped out of my soggy underwear and walked past her into the shower. “And I need your help in here.”
She glanced at my hard cock that was waiving to her and then caught my eyes as she slowly unbuttoned those last two buttons and slid Dad’s shirt off her shoulders. I hadn’t seen many breasts, but I had a feeling hers would always be the ones I compared other women’s to. Then she placed her thumbs under the waistband of her panties and pushed them down, revealing a totally hairless pussy. Pre-cum surged through my cock. I didn’t know how I was going to survive this shower!
She stepped in and massaged shampoo into my hair. Then she applied conditioner after she’d rinsed the shampoo off. I was still doing okay, still hard as fuck, but not out of control. Until she soaped my body. She started with my front and washed my face, neck, chest, arms, and legs. She skipped over my cock that was trying to flag her down by twitching wildly, and made a motion with her finger for me to turn around.
“Um, you forgot something?” I said hopefully, wiggling my hips to make my cock dance. She smiled but shook her head at me, and I turned around like a good boy. A very disappointed, but obedient, boy.
She soaped and rinsed my back and my legs before moving to my butt. She paid special attention to my ass, running her soapy fingers up and down my crack, making my cock surge with precum before she parted my cheeks to rinse the soap off. Goddamn, that felt good. Then she pressed her breasts to my back, wound her arms around my waist, and lathered up my cock. I hissed. The dual sensation of her tits on my back and her hands jacking my cock almost made me cum right away. But she let go before I could get there, and I groaned in frustration.
“Turn around, baby,” she instructed and when I was facing her again, she gently kicked my legs open, slid her hand down under my cock to my taint, and massaged shower gel between my butt cheeks. She then proceeded to insert a finger deep into my anus and I almost blew my load. When she repeatedly pressed on a bundle of nerves in my ass, I almost lost my balance and had to lean back against the shower wall, panting.
“That’s your prostate gland,” she told me as she continued to stimulate it. I didn't care what the fuck it was called, as long as she kept touching it.
“Fuck, Mom, that’s so good,” I moaned. “Never had anything in my ass before.” I was panting hard now, my balls were tightening, my cock was drooling precum, and I could feel my orgasm building again when she abruptly pulled her finger out. “God, Mom, I was so close,” I complained, cursing the casts on my hands.
