I initially talked about this in the comments of another post, but I was encouraged to write it up separately, so here it is. The journey starts a few months ago, shortly before the start of the summer vacation. My son was in 8th grade and about to finish his last year of middle school, and he had just turned 14. He was actually a slightly late bloomer, but in the last year puberty had hit him like a truck. Huge growth spurts, especially “below the belt” growth spurts, and he was in that phase that adolescent boys go through where random erections were very common. Well he got one of those at the worst possible time. He was on the swim team and it was the last meet of the year, I was there to support him. He was in his swimsuit and his race was coming up, but he had a big problem. He’d grown so much in the last year and by then he was actually very well endowed, and those school-issued swimsuits are so tight, it couldn’t be more obvious what was going on. There was no way he could stand up in front of a crowd in that state.
He awkwardly waddled over to me to tell me what his problem was but I already knew, and I already had a plan. I took him by the hand and led him into one of the locker rooms, thankfully it was empty at the time, and told him I’d guard the door as he dealt with his problem. He hesitated for a second, clearly unsure about whether he should say what he wanted to say, but then he came out with it and told me it would go a lot faster if I helped him out. Well his race was coming up very soon and I was pretty desperate to get it over with as quickly as possible, so against my better judgement I actually agreed. I sat down on the bench next to him, lowered my top to give him something to look at, then pulled his swimsuit down. His penis flopped up and slapped against his stomach, it was totally rock-hard and actually looked like it would be painful to remain in that state for too long, I could tell he really needed this. Very big too, this was the clearest view I’d ever had of it and I couldn’t help but notice that it was much bigger than his father’s! I wrapped my fingers around it and started stroking, trying to finish it off as fast as I could. He grabbed my arm and gasped softly, and when he started pawing at my chest I didn’t stop him. I figured anything to get it over with quicker. I had some kleenexes in my pocket and when it seemed like he was getting close I got took them out and got ready to catch it, there was more than I expected though and unfortunately some of it got on my clothes. It was worth it though, he sat on the bench breathing heavily for a minute and his erection subsided. Soon he was ready to pull up his swimsuit and go back to the pool, the crisis was averted. He ended up coming second in the race, I was very proud of him.
That was supposed to be a one-time thing, but it didn’t turn out that way. The next time I did it was in the following week and it was a similar situation, I was dropping him off at school but he was reluctant to get out of the car after I’d parked it. When I asked him what was wrong he awkwardly pointed down at his crotch, and it was easy to see the issue. He asked if I could help him out again and I agreed, I figured that since I’ve already done it once it’s not that big a deal to do it again, and it’s only my hand. He used his hand too, putting it up my shirt to touch me like he did that day in the locker room, but I let that slide here again. This was all happening in the school parking lot, thank god for tinted windows!
After that second incident it gradually became a regular occurrence, to the point that now I do it multiple times per day. The next time he asked me for it I couldn’t see why I shouldn’t, it didn’t seem like a big deal anymore. I do it almost every morning when I wake him up for school, you know how teenagers are with that so it really helps gets things moving in the morning. Puts him in a good mood to start the day too! I usually do it in the evenings too when I go into his bedroom to kiss him goodnight before bed, he’ll show me his erection and politely ask. I very rarely say no anymore, he has a very strong sex drive even by the standards of boys his age so I think it’s a good idea to give him relief whenever he needs it so he isn’t distracted by his urges and he can focus on his schoolwork. He just has so much energy, often I’ll masturbate him and then only an hour or two later he’ll knock on the door with another erection, asking me to help him out again! He often feels me up as I’m doing it too, but I’m fine with that, I figure that given what else we’re doing a but of touching is no big deal. The biggest escalation happened a couple of weeks ago when he convinced me to use my mouth instead of my hand, he said that the friction was hurting him and it would be better if I did that instead. I took a little convincing but I gave in in the end, and by now I do it pretty often. It does get the job done faster and it’s a convenient way to dispose of the evidence. I can catch it all in my mouth, no need to mess around with kleenex or paper towels. I just need to remember to use some mouthwash afterward, otherwise my husband might notice the smell! He doesn’t know about our arrangement and I’d like to keep it that way, I’ve made that clear to my son too.
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