Who's that over there?

Back at the start all the runners were finishing. Stretching, drinking, and cooling off were all being carried out. No Mary. She hadn't returned. His ego so wounded all he felt was rage on the inside. She was right though. He wanted to appear as a savior. Someone to tell her everything was going to be okay, and that only he could make it so. All as a way of... of what? Just then he noticed someone waving to him, it was Helen standing outside the laundry room door. His ears perked up and he gave a small wave back, hoping to not be seen by his classmates. She turned her head and walked into the laundry room. He was all sweaty, he had to shower, didn't he? The showers would be open for a few hours...

Discreetly he wanders to the laundry room instead of the locker room. No one saw him enter, he thinks. There she is working over the folding table. She looks up to see him and smiles.

"Well, there's one sweaty boy huh. Good run?"

Ahh, safety. Helen, why do you coddle me thus. "The run was good, but..."

"Ah. Ms. Mary giving you trouble, love?"

"Yes..."

"Well, come over here and sit down." She motioned to the folding chair next to the folding table.

Watson walked over and sat down. He felt no awkwardness, no tenseness, no sense of guilt or resentment. Not that she had forgotten what happened, but that she accepted him, and herself, and was whole again.

"Mm. You are quite sweaty aren't you..." She said contently. "You must have pushed yourself really hard out there." She turned and picked up a bottle of water off a nearby counter and handed it to him. He swallowed big mouthfuls and sighed.

"She ruined me out there."

"How so my dear?" She asked tenderly and pulled up a chair beside him to sit in.

"She called me out. I'm not trying to be her friend, am I?"

"Aren't you?" She touched his damp hairy thigh with her hand to comfort him.

"Well... I want to know her. Part of that knowing is definitely physical. But she's so hard to break down... So hard to know."

"You certainly are pursuing her. Your body doesn't seem to know what to do with itself." Her eyes focused on his mounting crotch.

"That's what I mean! Just thinking about her... You touching me doesn't help either."

"Oh, well let's do something about that shall we?" She stood up and walked over to the pile of damp and sweaty female running short. Careful and precise in her decision, Helen chose a pair and brought it to her nose to inspect the smell, she smiled, glad in her choice and utterly content in the pleasure she was about to bring to Watson. She imagined the relief on his face, she visualized his seed spilling out of the fabric on her hands, she conjured up the smell of the combining sweat of 3 different people into one intoxicating stink, she felt the shaking and tingling of his skin, and the tightening of his heavy balls--full of cum ready to be released to her, the tender mother, the cherished idol, a place of peace and continuing pleasure, to be tenderness and welcome and body-friction. All in a second Helen's mind wandered and settled, her panties beginning to swell with anticipation.

"I don't know what to do, Helen. I can't help myself. I need..." He looked up into her caring eyes. "I need to..."

"What's that dear? What is it you need, tell me." She bent down in front of him and pulled his shorts down with purpose and lust. His cock bounced up free from its cloth sheath.

"I need to..."

Helen raised the damp shorts to his mouth and nose and pressed them against him. "Now, I know these aren't dear Mary's, but I'm sure you can use your imagination. I picked them out special for you, I liked the way they smelled, how do you like the smell?"

Watson's eyes rolled back in his head, he felt Helens gently pushing the musky fabric into his nose, and her firm hand gripping his shaft. "I need...They smell...Ahhhhh." She sat on the chair next to him and gripped his cock with both hands now, leaving the shorts splayed across his mouth and nose. She dripped some spit from her lips onto his tip and lathered his member up and down, increasing her grip on him and she did.

Helen giggled; she loved making him lose himself like this. Making him forget his troubles, focusing his mind on her touch.

"That's right my boy, enjoy how this girl's body smells. Think about her thighs rubbing together and her sweat dripping down her crevices. The lips of her cunny glistened from the sweat."

Watson's body was being controlled by her words; he was lost.

"You're my horny boy, aren't you? You're mommy's big boy. Mommy's big boy with a very big cock. Tell me your mommy's big boy."

He could do naught but obey. "I'm...I'm mommy's big boy--I'm your big boy, mommy."

"Do you like the way mommy touches you?"

"Yes mommy, you take such good care-ahhh! Care of meeee." Helen increased her speed.

"Mommy wants to see her horny boy cum, can you do that for mommy?"

"Yes, mommy I will, I'll cum for you." Helen knelt down in front of him and positioned her mouth in front of his throbbing cock. The lack of her touch on him brought him out of the trance for a moment.

"Mommy wants to taste her boy in her mouth."

"Please mommy, I need it." He said breathing heavily.

"Well because you asked so nicely, mommy would never deprive her boy."

Helen wrapped her shining lips around the head of his cock, her tongue just grazing the underside of it and forcing all of Watson's building load into her mouth.

"Ahh--ahhh-mommy--mommy!"

She gripped his thighs to hold him in place and took all of his seed in her mouth.

After a few moments Watson settled, Helen looked him in the eyes and swallowed his cum with delight.

"Wow, that was a big load for mommy, hm?"

He breathed heavily. "What did you do to me?" He said with glee and approval.

"I wanted to give you the same treatment you gave me the other day in the car, mister." She kissed his tip with care, pulled up his shorts, took the girls wet running shorts off his face, and sat on the chair next to him.

"Well, I guess I deserved that then... I was nervous that you didn't like what I did, that I went too far."

Helen gave a wry smile. "Watson my boy, I really loved it. It felt so good to be desired and pursued again, you made me feel so sexy, I feel so sexy right now. My panties are soaked if you must know... But it's also scary and a bit nerve wracking as I'm sure you can imagine. I think... I think seeing you as a boy, as my boy, feels easier than seeing you as grown man. Not that you're not, understand me, you are certainly grown, but it makes this feel easier, and also... quite a turn on."

Watson smiled with understanding. "Hence the mommy."

"Hence the mommy." She replied.

"I like that you're my mommy... My mommy who takes care of me..." He couldn't believe what he was saying, but every word was true.

Helen leaned in and kissed him deeply on the lips, Watson tasted bits of cum seep into his mouth. "I am sorry about telling Ms. Mellon, she's my only close friend here."

"Well! Can I tell you something?"

"Oh no, what? What did she say?"

"Not only say, she touched my penis!"

"She what!"

"She touched my penis, mommy!"

They both started laughing intensely.

"I can't believe her! I'll give her a talking to. I am sorry if I crossed any bounds…"

"I was surprised that’s for sure, but you gave a ringing endorsement."

Helen blushed. "Well, I only speak the truth. But Watson, what are you going to do about Miss Mary, hm?

“I suppose I’ll keep pushing pushing on. I’m not sure what else I can do.”

“Do you still have her clothes?”

“Yeah, in my drawer at home.”

“Mm, you are mommy’s horny boy. Well now, off you go, while I do love when you smell all stinky, I’m sure no one else does.” Helen got up and began tidying up a bit.

“Helen, thank you.” He embraced her and buried his head in her chest between her breasts. They were warm, and soft, and home.