Mama Loves You

“Jesse?” She says again, confused but not resisting. “I…don’t understand.”

Continuing to hold her hand on your junk you use your other hand to pull your covers down. Sliding between her hand and your dick the covers glide until they are gone, revealing that in your fever sweats you had stripped down to nothing. As the soft skin of her palm makes contact with the hot, clammy skin of your penis you let go of her arm to let your hand rest at your side. Her hand remains where you placed it.

“I’ve made my decision.” You say. “I want to join in. On the family, erm, business.”

“Oh!” She looks down your body with a subtle lick of her lips then back to your face, her hand still unmoved. “You’re not thinking straight right now.”

“It’s not the illness talking.” You say. “I’ve thought about it a lot since that big d…” A jagged coughing fit interrupts your words and makes your head pound. With her free hand Mom grabs the glass of juice and offers it to you. Gratefully you accept it and down a third before handing it back again. She places it back on the tray. Her left hand remains unmoved, if anything it now held your package in a very lightly grip. “As I was saying.” You say. “I’ve thought about it. And I want to be a part of it, but on my own terms.”

“Your own terms?” She whispers, seemingly shell-shocked by the bomb I’d just dropped.

“How to put this? Since finding out I’ve been watching and listening. Chloe is…a lot. Too much. She scares me a bit honestly. Aunt Peg always so busy and wrapped up in her work. Fiona’s an asshole and I think she wants to hurt me. And El, well, I don’t want to hurt her.” You say. “You’re the only one I can trust to…um…I dunno. Keep it fun and keep it in perspective.” Reaching up you touch her cheek. “With you I can just be myself. And you’re my Mom. Sometimes a guy just…wants his Mom.” Your hand returns to your side. “I just want it to be with you, if that’s okay.”

Tears well in your mom’s big brown eyes. Your words had touched her deeply. “Oh Jesse!”

“Does that make any sense?”

“Yes baby. I understand. I understand completely.” She says choked with emotion. “No matter how old a man gets, he always needs his Mama.”

“Something like that.” You say. “But I want this to be our secret.”

“Secret?”

“Nobody needs to know. They’ll only get upset.” You say. “Besides, you all kept secrets from me for so long. Why can’t I have one too?”

“They would be pretty upset.” She admits.

“That’s my terms.” You grip her knee. “Among the family I’m Mama’s boy, only for you and only between us.”

“Okay Jesse.” She says, her eagerness impossible to hide. “But I have a condition too.”

“Oh?”

“I don’t want you using me to hold you back.” She says. “I will happily keep my boy sexually satisfied, but I don’t want you to be like Elsie and Peggy. I want you to get out there. I want you to find someone. I want you to find your soul mate. Even if it means cutting me off.” Leaning in she gives my cheek a very light kiss. “I want you to be happy.”

You smile. “Okay.”

“Okay.” She nods. “Now you just lay back and let me make you feel good.”

With that she sits further onto the bed, her hip hard against your leg now, and turns to face you. Her left hand lowers from your penis, revealing that you were now sporting a chubby, to oh so tenderly begin to fondle your balls. Her touch was so soft, so gentle, so adoring. Allison never touched you like this. This was a mother’s touch. Her right hand slides down your bare chest and belly as her gaze drinks in your body. The way her pupils widened, her plump lips parted and her nostrils flared to let a long exhale escape, and the way that the subtle shapes of erect nipples formed even through her bra and blouse, her lewd, forbidden desire for you was as obvious as the sun in the sky. No woman had ever looked at you like that before. Ever. Not like that. And it makes you feel…beautiful.

“Are you cold?” She asks. You shake your head no. “You tell me if you are.”

“Okay Mom.”

Her right hand slides down over your belly button to take a soft grip of your spongy manhood. Your member disappears in her grip.

“It’s kinda small, huh?”

“It’s so hot. That darned fever.”

“I’m okay.”

As she fondles you slowly her face softens from concern to loving joy, she even lets out a quiet laugh. She opens her hand again to cradle your dick in her palm. She admires and fawns over your cock with big twinkling eyes. “It’s so different. So soft and delicate and pretty. So…so…”

“Small?”

“It’s Jesse sized!” She peeps happily, beaming with pride as her left hand tickles your nuts and plays with your pubes. She giggles as your dick lurches in her hand in response to her attentions. Closing her hand she massages it. Her soft warm palm feels amazing wrapped around your dick. “And that is just wonderful.”

You look down at yourself. “Allison says I’m small.”

She opens her hand once more to ogle your dick, it had grown enough now that the knob extended past her grip. “It is the most beautiful penis I’ve ever seen.”

“Allison says I’m not a good lover.” You say tiredly. These were words you never meant to be spoken but words that had been living inside of you for a long time now. “She says I don’t satisfy her.”

“Allison…!?” Her brows furrow and her lips purse in annoyance as she chooses her words carefully. “That young lady needs to be taught some manners it sounds like. She’ll never keep a good man talking like that.”

“It’s okay.” You say, the fatigue and fever making anything but the truth too difficult to muster. “She’s right. I know she’s right. I’m not much of a man.”

“Don’t talk nonsense. You are an amazing man.”

“Allison says her other boyfriends were better than me, bigger too.”

Through gritted teeth your mother grumbles. “Allison doesn’t appreciate what she’s got…or when to keep her big mouth shut.”

“I’m glad she told me. I’d rather know the truth.”

“Jesse…”

“Look how puny I am compared to you guys. I’m…pathetic.”

“Aw sweetheart. Don’t feel bad about that. You’re a boy and we’re…”

“Bailey’s.” You say. “Aunt Peg told me about our mutation. About how it’s only supposed to produce women, women like you guys. Strong, beautiful, intelligent…hung. I wasn’t supposed to be like this. No wonder I am how I am.” You let out a breath and whisper. “I was a mistake Mom.”

“Mistake? Mistake!?” She is aghast. “Jesse Bailey you stop talking like that this very instant.” She scolds. “You are the sweetest, kindest, handsomest, most darling man I have ever met. You are loved like you can’t even imagine my child. You are this family’s pride and joy. Our special guy.” She looks deep into your eyes. “Don’t you ever feel sorry for yourself Jesse. Being different isn’t a mistake, it is a blessing. God gave your father and I a perfect baby boy, and before my eyes I’ve had the pleasure of watching you grow into the perfect man. I thank Him each and everyday for the gift of being your mom. You are NOT a mistake Jesse. You are a treasure.”

“Aw Mom.” You say, feeling guilty for your self pity but also WAY better about yourself. As your Mom you knew it was her job to pick you up when you were down, but that didn’t make her words any less uplifting. In fact it only made it better. Life was hard with so many confusing twists, turns, ups and down. But on this one thing you could be sure. Your Mama loves you. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to upset you.”

Looking at you like only she can she asks. “Whose my special guy?”

You blush. “Me.”

“Who is the Bailey’s perfect man?”

“I am.” You groan.

“And who is my secret, sexy little stud muffin?”

“Aw geez.” You roll your eyes even as you laugh. It hurt to laugh but you laugh anyway. “Me.”

“That’s right.” She pinches your nose before swiftly returning her hand to your dick. “Now no more of this sad talk Mr. Sickie boy.” At long last she begins to stroke you for real, so very slowly and tenderly, getting you to full hardness in just a couple of her gentle strokes. “Now you’re gonna a blow nice big load for Mama before I tuck you back in for a good long rest and let my never fail soup do its magic.” She winks playfully. “You hear me young man?”

Despite the aches and pains you smile a smile that emanates from the core of your soul. “Yes Mom.”

She nods again. “Good boy.”