An Abnormal Relationship

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Both chemotherapy and radiation were used to treat my leukaemia. It was worth every second of it when I was told my cancer was in remission. My mother couldn’t have been happier. It had been a gruelling year and a half for both of us since I was first diagnosed. And now we had a reprieve, at least for the moment.

There have been several changes to my body since I went through those treatments. The one which has had the most effect on my life is my skin sensitivity. It was a slow change. Over the course of several months, my skin became irritable whenever it came into contact with anything. The only fabric I could tolerate was silk. Having always been a gentle, feminine boy, being forced to wear silk came as a blessing.

Mother shopped around for silk underwear but found it was difficult to find. Instead, she resorted to buying me dozens of silk panties. Even in ‘masculine’ colors, there would be no mistaking that I was wearing panties. She found a pair of silk pyjama pants, but I pretended that it bothered my skin. The next time she went shopping, she returned with several silk blouses. It was a treat to mince around my house wearing only panties and oversized blouses. I quickly came to prefer the shorter blouses that didn’t quite cover up my panties while standing.

While I was being treated, I lost a lot of weight and spent no time outside. In addition, my body hair never really grew back. This left me looking very skinny, pale and hairless. To be perfectly honest, I loved my new look.

I was an only child and my mother had always been overprotective. But after I became ill, she became hyper overprotective. In her maternal opinion, there wasn’t a girl alive who was good enough for me. Luckily, girls my age weren’t at all interested in the sick boy with cancer. Having never had anyone from the opposite sex attracted to me, I quickly began to enjoy the way mother looked at me while in my panties and blouses.

One morning, I walked out to greet her wearing only my bikini cut, white silk panties. When mother turned away from the kitchen counter and saw me, her eyes drifted over my body and lingered on the small outline of my little penis and marble-sized balls. Her mouth fell open when I crossed the room and hugged her while chirping, “Good morning, Mom!”

She hesitated before wrapping her big, soft arms around my skinny body. My Mom was not a petite woman, full-figured would best describe her. She had wide hips, thick thighs, and gigantic breasts. She stood half-a-head taller than me and I when we embraced, I rested my head against her shoulder.

Mom soon let me go and held me at arm’s length. Her eyes drifted up and down over my body, once again lingering on my small penis which had become slightly stiff from our hug. When her eyes met mine, she said, “Tristan, why are you only wearing panties? Where is your blouse?”

My body squirmed while her eyes drifted over my body again. I lowered my chin and told a white lie, “When I woke up, my skin was kinda itchy. I really didn’t want to cover up too much.” Glancing up to her eyes, I said, “It’s just the two of us Mom. Can’t I stay dressed like this today?”

She smiled and answered, “Well, it is just the two of us. So I suppose it would be okay.” Her hand slipped under my arm and slid over my ribs, down my side. “During your last appointment, Dr. Harris prescribed a lotion that she thought may help with your skin irritation. I’ll go get it and rub you down before breakfast.”

I followed two steps behind her while she made her way to the bathroom. In the cabinet, she quickly located the new tube of lotion. When she turned around, I don’t think she expected me to be right behind her. Her eyes wandered over my body while she suggested, “Let’s have you lay on your bed.”

I quickly squeaked, “Okay!” Before spinning around and leading the way to my bedroom. After a step or two, I began to wiggle my panty covered bottom with every step I took. When I turned the corner into my room, I glanced over my shoulder and saw that she was indeed watching my butt wiggle around. I looked away before she knew I’d seen what she was up too. Having already made my bed, Mom helped me to pull down the covers and top sheet. I climbed up on my bed and lay back on my silk sheet.

Mom looked down upon my nearly naked body while uncapping the lotion. In a concerned tone, she asked, “Where does it itch?”

Bending my knees and spreading them apart, I arched my back a little and bit my lower lip. I motioned with my hands indicating my chest, sides, and stomach. I answered her in a soft voice, “It’s itchy all around here.”

She squirted out a large dollop of the cream into her hand. After setting the tube down on my bedside table, she warmed the cream between her hands. Reaching down, she started on my chest and rubbed the cream into my sensitive skin with a feathery touch. Her big, soft, warm hands sliding over my body affected me in a way that it shouldn’t have. My skinny, little penis started to become erect beneath casino şirketleri my silk panties. She didn’t say anything about it, but I did see her glance down at it a few times.

After warming more cream between her hands, she began rubbing up and down my sides. Her gentle touch was enough to make my penis become fully erect. I purred softly, “That feels really good, Mom.”

She sounded nervous and uncomfortable when she said, “I think it may feel too good.” And she removed her hands from my body.

My penis throbbed and the waistband of the panties lifted off my stomach. Biting my lip and looking up into her eyes, I said, “Please don’t stop.”

She stood beside my bed, looking down at my very excited body. “Sweetheart, this isn’t right. I sometimes forget you’re 19 and in your prime. My touch shouldn’t… You shouldn’t…”

Looking up at her, my body squirmed on the silk sheets and I whimpered softly, “I don’t have anyone else. No one has ever touched me… there. Mom, I’m a virgin. Please Mom, just this once?”

Still standing so close to me, looking down at my skinny, pale, hairless body. My hands slid down my sides until my thumbs hooked under the sides of my panty and began to slowly lower them. As my panties moved lower, my penis remained fully covered but stood straight up while leaving my smooth pubic mound exposed.

She slowly shook her head, “We can’t. This isn’t right. I’m your mother and a mother should never…”

Lifting the waistband of my panty, until suddenly, my very stiff penis slapped against my pale stomach. I wiggled the panty down to mid-thigh. All the while, I looked up at my mother’s face. Her eyes were drifting across my naked, erect penis, upper body and face. “Please, Mom?”

She looked over her shoulder as if she was afraid someone was standing in the doorway watching us. Looking back down at me writhing on my bed. “Please don’t ask me to do this. Baby, play with yourself. Okay?”

Lifting my legs up so I could slide my panties all the way off. After laying my legs back on the bed, I let my panty fall from my finger to the floor near where she stood. Now laying completely naked on silk sheets with my penis throbbing, I arched my back and stretched my arms above my head before slipping them under the pillow my head rested upon. “Mom, just this once. Please?”

She looked over her shoulder at the door again. When she looked back down at me, she shook her head and grinned weakly. “I can’t believe I’m going to do this.” And she sat down beside my hip facing my upper body. She laid her hand on my extreme upper thigh. With a serious look on her face and a tone in her voice, she said, “We never tell anyone about this.”

I bit my lip and arched my back, “I promise.”

She went on to say, “And it’s just this one time.”

My penis throbbed and I squeaked, “Yes, just this once!”

Her eyes drifted down to my erection that was throbbing so close to her hand. She looked back to my eyes and said, “I mean it. This is a one-time thing.” While she spoke her hand began to move slowly toward my bald penis.

I whimpered softly as her soft touch approached my little hard-on. When her first finger and thumb circled my erection, I moaned, “I love you, Mom.”

She frowned and said, “Please don’t say that right now.” She began to slowly stroke my erection up and down. She was trying to look only at my face, but her eyes kept dropping to her hand holding my penis.

My breathing was getting ragged and my penis throbbing in her hand. I whimpered softly, “But I do. I love you, Mom!”

She was blatantly staring at the glistening pink head of my penis that was leaking my arousal. Her finger and thumb slid up and down along its petite length. Her voice was deeper and raspier sounding than normal. “I love you too, baby. But please stop talking and let’s get this over with.”

She continued to stroke up and down. My juices were oozing from the squishy pink head and coating her finger. The skinny shaft was throbbing in her hand. I lay naked on my bed. My hands were under the pillow, behind my head. My knees were bent and spread wide apart. And for the very first time, someone other than myself was playing with my penis. And that someone was my Mom!

My back rose and fell from the bed. It arched deeply each time. My penis was throbbing and my breathing was becoming more of a pant. In only a minute or so, I was on the verge of the best and most powerful orgasm of my life. My eyes opened wide and I stared up at my Mom staring down at me. My voice sounded squeaky and high pitched when I squealed, “Mom!”

She smiled warmly for the first time since she laid her hand on me. “I know, baby.” While stroking me at a quicker pace with her left hand, she laid her right hand on my naked shoulder and stared into my eyes.

My body began to spasm and my muscles twitched. While staring into her eyes, I squeaked, “I love you, Mom! I love you more than anyone else!” Just before my little balls popped up inside casino firmaları my body, I squeaked, “Mom! Mom! MOM!!!”

As a long line of my creamy love erupted from my skinny, pink penis, Mom whispered, “I love you too, baby.” She continued to stroke my penis as three more strings of my pearly white cream were drawn out on my pale chest and stomach. While squeezing out the last drops from my penis, I thought I heard her moan. She released my penis when she was sure my orgasm had passed.

I lay naked before her. The lines of my creamy love were proof of what we’d just done. She sat there looking down at me while I came down from cloud 9. When I opened my mouth to break the silence, she shushed me.

“Tristan, don’t say a word.” She leaned down and picked up my silk panties from the floor. While wiping up the creamy cum from my body with those panties, she said, “Not a word. Don’t say anything.”

She took hold of my still very hard penis in her hand and gently wiped the squishy pink head with panty. I couldn’t stop myself, as quickly as I could, I squeaked, “I love you, Mom!”

She glared at me and shook her head, “Not yet. I’m not ready for words yet.”

When I was wiped clean, she stood up holding the messy panties in her hand. “I’m going to make you some breakfast. Give me a few minutes to do that and think about what I need to say to you before you come into the kitchen.” She paused for a second before adding, “And put a blouse on before you come out there!”

I squirmed on the bed, smiled and nodded my head.

She shook her head playfully before turning and leaving my room. I remained on my bed for a long while. My heart was pounding in my chest. I had always loved my Mom. But after what we’d just done, I loved her even more. She had told me it was a one-time deal. But after feeling the way she made me feel, it couldn’t be only that one time. I wanted her to touch me again. I needed her to touch me again. There was no way I could never have her play with my penis again.

As I sat up in bed, turned and set my feet on the floor, I knew what I had to do. I tiptoed to my closet and chose my favorite, white silk blouse. It was huge for me! I slipped my arms into the sleeves and rolled them up around my wrists. I left the blouse completely unbuttoned, let it slide off of my right shoulder and didn’t bother with panties.

Tiptoeing into the kitchen, I stood across the counter from my Mom and was far enough back that she would see most of my body. When she turned and saw me standing there with the blouse hanging off my body and leaving everything out for her to see, she shook her head and pointed toward my bedroom.

“No. Get your skinny, little butt back to your room and put more clothes on. We’re not doing this.”

Biting my lip and trying to look pathetic, I shrugged my left shoulder which let the blouse fall to the floor around my feet. I sounded whiney, “But Mom…”

Her voice was firm when she said, “Tristan, I’m serious. You are not going to run around this house naked.”

Holding my hands behind my back, I lowered my chin and whimpered, “But Mom…”

She crossed her arms beneath her enormous chest and grinned. Her tone softened considerably when she said, “Don’t get cute with me, young man!”

I turned my back to her, bent at my narrow hips and took my time picking up the blouse. Standing back up, I turned to face her and slipped my arms through the sleeves. After pulling the blouse onto my shoulders, I buttoned the bottom two buttons which left most of my upper body exposed. My now very stiff penis was poking against the delicate fabric lewdly.

“Is this okay, Mom?”

Her eyes drifted over my body a few times before she said, “Tristan, I’m being very serious. Go to your room and put your panties on, right now.”

I giggled, “Mom, you just told me to put panties on!” And when she smiled and giggled along with me, I let one of my shoulders shrug and the blouse fell to my elbow. Leaving more than half my chest and upper body exposed.

She replied, “It does sound silly that I told my son to put panties on!” She grinned before saying, “But you need to put more clothes on. It isn’t right for you to be naked in front of me.”

I giggled and know I blushed when I said, “Mom, it’s just the two of us. No one ever barges in unannounced.” I took small steps around the counter until I stood just in front of her. My little penis was throbbing beneath my blouse. “And Mom, I like being naked in front of you. It makes me feel good. Like I’m not hiding anything.”

Her arms were still crossed beneath her massive chest. She curled up one side of her mouth as if she was thinking about something.

I took another few small steps until I was close enough that our bodies nearly touched. Looking up into her eyes, I softly said, “Would it help if I told you that my skin was super irritable today?”

She pulled me into an embrace. Her big strong arms wrapped around my skinny body and held me close. güvenilir casino She kissed the top of my head and said, “You already used that lie today and it’s not going to work again.”

She stepped back and held me at arm’s length. She looked right into my eyes and said, “Sweetheart, we can’t tell anyone about this. It has to remain between the two of us. Do you understand?”

I nibbled on my lower lip, nodded my head and squeaked, “Yes! I promise!”

She tilted her head to the side and said, “And Tristan, this isn’t going to be an everyday thing. This is a one-time deal, just like what we did this morning.”

I looked up into her eyes and said, “Um, Mom, I wanted to talk to you about that…”

She stood up straight and shook her head while keeping her eyes locked on mine. “Oh no! That was a mistake and it is not going to ever happen again.”

Reaching down, I undid the two buttons I’d closed earlier. “But Mom, it felt so good. No one has ever touched me like that before.” I paused to swallow. “You and I both know that girls my age aren’t interested in someone as sickly as I am. You are the only person I have.” Shrugging my shoulders, the blouse fell to the floor for the second time leaving me standing naked and erect in front of my Mom. “I won’t tell anyone. I promise. It will be between the two of us.”

She stood there looking at my pale, skinny, horny body. I was pleading with her for affection. I knew she understood that I had no chance of getting a real girlfriend any time soon. Yes, I was in remission. But the doctors didn’t sugar-coat my chances for a long life. Her maternal touch could very well be the only contact I have with another person. I was a virgin and I was okay with that. But I couldn’t stand the thought of resorting to only playing with myself after experiencing the thrill and wonder of my mother’s hand.

Biting my lip hard, I looked up into her eyes and my voice cracked when I whimpered, “I promise I’ll never ask for anything more than we did this morning. Please, Mom, I can’t stand the thought of only playing with myself and never feeling….” I stopped talking when I saw a tear roll down her cheek.

She slowly pulled my naked body against her fully clothed body and hugged me lovingly. She rubbed my naked back and kissed the top of my head. “Tristan, sweetheart, I’m so sorry that…”

With my skinny arms wrapped around her waist, I nuzzled my body against her. I rested my head against her shoulder and didn’t look into her eyes when I spoke, I couldn’t look at her. “It’s okay Mom. I’m sorry I asked.”

She stepped back and held my shoulders at arm’s length again. Looking at me with teary eyes she said, “Sweetie, that isn’t it at all. What I’m sorry about is how you’ve had to spend the last few years. You should have never gotten cancer. You are too kind of a person. You should be in college right now. You should be dating a pretty girl and earning a degree. You should be having the time of your life.”

I bit my lip and felt tears begin to roll down my cheeks. I whimpered, “It’s okay, Mom. It’s not your fault.”

“You’re such a good boy.” She pulled me back against her body and hugged me tightly. We embraced for quite a long time without saying a word. Due to our emotional conversation, my skinny, bald penis had gone soft. She took a deep breath and uttered a single word, “Okay.”

While still snuggled up in her embrace, I asked, “Okay? Okay, what?”

“Okay, I’ll play with your penis again.”

Jumping away from her, I looked up into her eyes and asked, “Really?”

Her eyes drifted down and observed my little penis becoming perfectly erect right in front of her. “Yes, really. But I have rules.”

The smile on my face must’ve gone from ear to ear. “Okay! I’m good with rules. Anything you want!”

Her eyes drifted between my stiff, bald penis and my very happy eyes. “The first rule, no one ever finds out about this.”

I giggled, laced my fingers behind my back and stood up straight. “Agreed!”

“Second rule, when we do this, the doors are locked and the curtains closed.”

Bouncing on my toes, I was so excited, “Agreed!”

“Third rule, I’m only going to touch you with my hands. We’ll never do more than that. If you think this is going to go farther than that, we’ll stop right now.”

Looking up at her, I got perfectly serious, “I understand and I don’t expect any more. I promise.”

She looked at me standing there naked and erect. She muttered under her breath, “I can’t believe what I’m doing.”

Biting my lip, I looked up at her and asked, “Mom, can I have a few rules too?”

She chuckled, “I suppose so.”

I giggled, “Okay, forth rule, when we do it, I want to be naked!”

She smiled and let her eyes drift over my naked body before saying, “Why am I not surprised?”

“Rule five, when we’re doing it. I want to be able to tell you how I feel. I want to be able to tell you I love you.” She looked concerned, but I finished stating my rule anyway, “And I want you to tell me that you love me too.”

She grinned and shook her head slowly, “That one is going to be tough, but I’ll try.” She got a funny look on her face before she asked, “How often do you think we’ll be doing this?”

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