A Mother's Touch After the Game

Ethan let out a sigh of relief, feeling grateful for his mother's assistance. "Yes, thank you, mom. It's so much better now. Your massage really helps," he replied, turning his attention back to the sensations his mother's skilled hands were eliciting in his body.

Emily felt a surge of satisfaction knowing she had brought relief to her son. "You're welcome, sweetie. I guess I should have known better that you are all grown up now!" She joked half-heartedly, insinuating that she recognized his endowment.

Ethan blushed, feeling the warmth in his cheeks intensify. He had always been proud of his size, yet found it embarrassing when others noticed. It added an unusual twist to their relationship, creating a mix of closeness and awkwardness.

"Next time for all I know you are going to hand me a speedo! Then we will be in real trouble." Ethan continued to try and break the ice about his size.

"Haha, could you imagine if you were on the swim team?" Emily asked jokingly. "You would probably get all the girls attention, that's for sure!"

Emily laughed, trying to lighten the mood while also hinting at Ethan's impressive endowment. "But seriously, you know you can talk to me about anything, right?"

Ethan blushed, appreciative of his mother's open-minded attitude. "Thanks, mom. I don't think anyone's ever made a joke like that before," he admitted, still surprised by how easily the conversation had shifted toward such personal topics.

Emily smiled warmly, understanding her son's vulnerability.

"Ethan, there's nothing to be ashamed of. Everyone grows up differently, some of us larger than others."

Emily explained, continuing to massage his tight muscles.

Ethan grinned sheepishly, acknowledging his size with a light chuckle. "It does come with its challenges, especially during soccer matches," he confessed, recalling instances where his size caused difficulties on the field.

Emily lifted an eyebrow in curiosity, "How so?" she asked.

Ethan chuckled, rolling onto his side and looking up at his mother. "Well, it's hard to run around the field with something like this hanging between my legs," he said, reaching down to gently caress his crotch area. "It can make things very uncomfortable during practice and games."

"Oh I see" Emily said, intrigued about it. She could see how far it went down his leg underneath the towel she placed over it. "It looks like it goes down quite a ways down your leg, is that right?"

Emily asked, trying to find out more about the impact of Ethan's size on his daily life.

Ethan nodded, a trace of nostalgia in his eyes. "Yeah, sometimes it gets tangled up with my clothes, making it hard to walk around. And during sports, it's even more of a nuisance."

Emily nodded empathetically, her fingers lingering on his lower back muscle as she thought about the challenges her son faced.

"Say mom, do you think I can turn around so you can massage my front side now?" Ethan asked, a bit more relaxed now.

Emily considered the request, her gaze wandering to his penis that protruded through his legs. Seeing the opportunity to explore more of her son's body, she decided to oblige. "Alright, sweetheart. Why don't you lie on your back and I'll start working on your front side."

As Ethan changed positions, Emily turned around to give him some privacy. "Just place that towel over your large tool, mister!" She said, trying to keep things light.

"No problem, mom, I'll do my best!" Ethan replied, settling comfortably on his back.

As Emily started massaging his front side, she couldn't help but notice the prominent bulge beneath the towel. The sight of her son's massive member brought a wave of excitement and confusion through her.

Her hands traveled over his chest and shoulders, feeling the powerful muscles beneath his skin.

Emily's palms were sweaty from the anticipation, her fingers itching to explore further. She knew she was crossing boundaries again, but the urge to feel her son's body was overwhelming.

As Emily worked on Ethan's chest, her fingers strayed close to his nipples, causing a slight tremor in his body. The proximity was exciting and terrifying at the same time.

Ethan lay there, his body quivering with the sensations created by his mother's gentle touch.

As Emily continued her massage, the pressure built up in his groin, creating an almost unbearable tension. The scent of her perfume wafted into his nose, triggering new waves of arousal.

Emily, unaware of the effect her touch was having on her son, proceeded to work on his inner thighs. Her fingers glided smoothly across his sensitive skin, sending ripples of pleasure coursing through his veins.

As her touch moved closer to his groin, Ethan's breath quickened. His body involuntarily tensed, anticipating the contact.

Emily, caught up in the intimate moment, allowed her fingers to linger on the soft flesh of her son's inner thigh.

The gentle pressure from her fingertips began to have a profound effect on Ethan, stirring feelings he hadn't expected. The heat in his core grew, his muscles tensing with the mounting tension.

Suddenly the towel began to rise.

Emily, caught off guard, couldn't stop herself from seeing the magnificence of her son's erection. Its impressive length and thickness was breathtaking. Her motherly instincts clashed with her growing sexual desire.

"Ethan, are you okay? Does it hurt?" Emily asked, struggling to contain her surprise.

Ethan, now fully aware of his mother's observation, hesitated before answering.

"Uh, yeah, it feels pretty good actually, mom."

Emily, her heart racing, took it as a sign of approval. As she continued massaging his upper thighs, Ethan's enormous erection couldn't be more awkward, Emily felt as if she needed to say something, the small towel containing it had lifted straight into the air. Barely covering it, his cock seemed to be up 10 inches at this point.

His testicles were slightly smaller than his penis itself, both hanging heavy in their respective places, unable to now be contained by the towel. They lounged heavily over his perineum.

"It looks like I should have gotten a bigger towel" Emily said, shocked by the sight of his exposed balls.

"I didn't realize they would hang so low," she added, feigning innocence.

"Sorry mom! I uh, don't know why I am err....erect."

Emily's heart raced, her eyes transfixed on her son's massive organ. She was torn between the maternal urge to protect and the overpowering desire to take part in what she was witnessing. "I understand, it's natural for a young man your age to experience this kind of thing." Emily managed to force out, her voice betraying her discomfort.

"Why don't you lay it flat on your stomach, so that I can concentrate on the task at hand", Emily said trying to joke, again hinting at his size.

"I cannot imagine having to deal with something like that every day."

Ethan smirked, feeling his face reddening even more. "Yeah, I suppose it has its challenges," he agreed, playfully running his fingers along his erection, adjusting the towel so it no longer kept his erection standing straight up.

Emily felt the heat rising in her own body, her breath becoming shallow. "Ethan, I must admit that the size of your penis is certainly something else," she said with a mixture of amazement and admiration.

"Most boys your age wouldn't be able to boast about such an attribute."

Ethan blushed deeply, feeling his cheeks burn with embarrassment and pride simultaneously. "Thanks, mom," he replied sheepishly, grateful for her supportive attitude.

As Emily continued massaging his thighs, the intensity of his arousal increased. His body ached with the need to release the pent-up energy. Suddenly he felt a little more courageous.

"Mom, I think I could use a massage on my injured area. You know, my perineum, or whatever its called", Ethan suggested hopefully.

"That might feel really good," he added with a smile, his eyes shining with anticipation. He had always wanted to explore his mother's body and had dreamt of this moment for years. Emily's heart pounded wildly in her chest, her throat constricting as she contemplated the idea. But she knew that they were crossing boundaries, and if they didn't stop, they might never recover from the consequences.

As Emily hesitated, considering the risks involved, Ethan noticed the conflict in her eyes.

Sensing the uncertainty, he spoke up, attempting to put her at ease. "Mom, I trust you. If it helps me feel better, then please go ahead." His words resonated within her, echoing the deep bond they shared.

Feeling reassured by Ethan's confidence, Emily made her decision. Gathering her resolve, she positioned herself above his injury, kneeling between his legs. As she did so, she couldn't help but notice the impressive dimensions of her son's genitals once more.

It was evident that Ethan's impressive package was not just due to the physical size, but also the strength and power that came with it. The thought of being able to possess such a formidable instrument sent shivers down her spine.

Ethan, eager to continue their journey together, shifted his position slightly, opening himself up to his mother. He offered her a tender look, expressing his trust and vulnerability. Seeing his eyes filled with trust and anticipation, Emily felt a surge of protectiveness course through her veins.

She had promised to take care of him when he was hurt, and this situation was far beyond anything she could have imagined. Taking a deep breath, she gathered her strength and prepared to embark on this new chapter in their lives.

Reaching out gently, Emily cupped her son's large balls with one hand, lifting them to expose his taint.

She brushed her fingers lightly over the sensitive skin, careful not to cause any pain. Her movements were slow and deliberate, focusing on exploring every inch of his injured area.

As Emily massaged his delicate perineum, Ethan couldn't help but moan in delight. The intense sensations sent waves of pleasure coursing through his body, leaving him yearning for more. The pressure and friction caused by his mother's skilled fingers only intensified his arousal.

Emily, still kneeling between his legs, couldn't help but marvel at the sheer size of her son's balls. Again she searched for some kind of joke to ease the awkwardness of the situation.

"Your balls are quite heavy son, I imagine these get in the way sometimes too?" It sounded too casual, not much like a joke as she had intended.

Ethan responded with a mischievous grin. 'You think?' He teased, propping up onto his elbows to look at her lifting his balls.

"Well, sometimes, they do."

Emily felt her face flush, embarrassed yet strangely excited by their candid conversation.

"And what do you mean by that, son?" Emily asked, her curiosity piqued.

Ethan chuckled, "Just that they can be rather heavy and cumbersome at times."

"Oh," Emily responded, laughing nervously.

"I hope not too often, otherwise you'd be a regular circus act!" She attempted to break the tension with humor, but her comment only served to further ignite Ethan's desire.

Ethan grinned, his face flushing as he realized his mother was getting more comfortable with the conversation. "Trust me, mom, it happens. And it can be quite a challenge sometimes."

Emily found herself intrigued by this new aspect of her son's life. She wondered how he managed to navigate such situations, both physically and emotionally.

Emily's mind raced with thoughts of the potential dangers and complications associated with her son's remarkable size. What if his erections became too intense during practice? How would he handle the physical strain on his body? Would he require special equipment or techniques to manage such an enormous organ?

Ethan, sensing his mother's apprehension, decided to reassure her. "Don't worry, mom. I've been practicing and taking precautions.

There's nothing to worry about," Ethan assured his mother, trying to ease her concerns.

Emily smiled, her heart warming at the thought of her son handling himself responsibly. However, she couldn't help but feel a twinge of sadness for the loss of innocence that accompanied this stage of growth. Despite these feelings, she remained focused on helping Ethan recover from his injuries.

Ethan's cock twitched in response to his mother's ministrations, making the towel move along with it. 

"Mom, do you mind if I show you another injury I got during the fall?"

Ethan asked timidly, his tone a mix of vulnerability and excitement.

Emily paused for a moment, considering the request. She understood that her son needed comfort and guidance in this uncertain period of his life. Nodding cautiously, she agreed to see the rest of his injuries.

As Ethan pulled off the towel, he finally exposed the full amazement that was his 10 inch erect cock to his mom.

Emily gasped in surprise, her eyes widening in astonishment. For a brief moment, they stood motionless, frozen in awe of the raw power and beauty before them. Emily could feel her body trembling, her heart racing uncontrollably in her chest. This was definitely going to be a unique experience for both of them.

Ethan broke the silence first, clearing his throat nervously. "As you can see, I bruised right at the base of my shaft, and also near the head of my penis. Can you see them?"

Ethan asked, pointing at his groin.

Emily nodded, her gaze lingering there briefly. "Yes, I can see them. They seem quite sore," she commented, examining the bruises with concern.

"Do you think maybe you can rub them with your warm hands?" Asked Ethan bravely. Glimpsing down her shirt in the process.

"My god, Ethan, this is incredible! Are you sure you're okay?" Emily expressed her shock and concern openly, her breath quickening at the sight of his enormous member.

Ethan, blushing furiously, could barely meet his mother's gaze. "Yes, mom, I'm fine. Just a bit sore from the fall. But it would feel better if your rubbed them."

Ethan said confidently, his voice wavering slightly. Emily hesitated for a moment, taking in the full implication of her son's request. She knew that crossing this line would forever change their relationship. Nevertheless, she wanted to provide him with the comfort and support he needed during this difficult time.

Taking a deep breath, Emily slowly reached out to place her hand around his bruised shaft, hardly able to wrap her hand around it. 

Feeling brave, she began to gently massage the base of his thick, throbbing shaft. The gentle strokes of her fingertips created a ripple effect throughout his body, sending electric currents of pleasure coursing through his veins.

Despite the pain, Ethan felt a wave of relief as her fingers worked their magic. The steady rhythm of her touch had an almost hypnotic effect on him, drawing him deeper into the erotic sensations.

Feeling emboldened by his mother's willingness to explore this new territory, Ethan took the initiative to guide her through the intricacies of his massive manhood. With every stroke of her hands, his longing grew more insatiable.

Emily found herself becoming increasingly aroused by the sensations running through her palms and the intimate connection she was sharing with her son. As she continued to caress his swollen shaft, she couldn't help but marvel at the incredible power she held in her hands.

"Mom, use your other hand to massage the bruise up here, just below the head of my cock" Ethan commanded a bit more boldly.

"It hurts more than the others." His words sent an arrow of lust straight through Emily's core.

Emily carefully obeyed, sliding her other hand close to his cockhead, gently rubbing it in tandem with her hand at his base.

"I don't want to hurt you, Ethan, so please let me know if I'm pressing too hard." She said with genuine concern.

Ethan, overcome with arousal, breathed heavily. "No, mom, you're doing great." He replied, feeling the gentle touches intensify his pleasure.

Emily leaned closer, still on her knees in between his legs. Putting all of her attention into the task at hand, kneading his member. There was still space between her hands showcasing the full length of his cock.

"Ay dios mio son! Even with both my hands massaging you there is still more of your penis showing."

Emily admired her son's enormity, growing wetter by the second. Her desire was becoming increasingly unbearable.

"Let's try a different position," suggested Ethan, breaking the intense spell of their mutual admiration.

Emily nodded, eager to make her son feel as comfortable as possible. 

"Why don't I sit on the edge of the bed with you kneeling between my legs? That way you can get a better view of the bruises on my cock, you can also massage my taint much more freely down there" Ethan suggested excitedly.

Emily nodded, understanding what he meant. "Okay, let's do that then. But remember, we should take things slow and steady."

Without waiting for a reply, Ethan scooted over to the edge of the bed, inviting his mother to join him. Once settled, Emily found herself staring at her son's monstrous member once again. Only this time it was inches from her face. Before placing her hands on it, she looked up at her son.

In the dim light of the room, Ethan saw the love, appreciation, and a hint of desire in his mother's eyes. It filled him with a mixture of embarrassment and excitement, knowing that he was the one responsible for creating these emotions in her. He could tell she was conflicted, but ultimately decided to push forward.

"Ethan, I promise I won't let anything happen to you, I will treat your injuries properly," she said, her voice a mix of tenderness and determination.

"Thanks, mom," Ethan replied, his gratitude evident in his eyes. He knew his mother would do everything in her power to help him.

As Emily began massaging Ethan's bruised areas with her skilled hands, the sensations they evoked were indescribable. Soon, Ethan's manhood began seething out precum, dripping all over his mother's top.

Feeling guilty for ruining her clothes, Ethan apologized profusely. Emily simply shook her head, brushing it off. "Don't worry about it, sweetheart. You're undergoing treatment, and accidents happen. Although I don't think I can continue to let you soil my shirt. Do you mind if I remove it for a second, then I'll get right back to massaging your cock...ehem, I mean penis."

Ethan felt his face turn crimson with embarrassment, while his cock twitched in response to the adrenaline surging through his body.

Emily looked up at her son, meeting his gaze with a mixture of love, concern, and admiration. Their eyes locked, conveying a powerful connection that neither could deny.

"Yes mom, remove your shirt at once."

Instinctively Emily replied, "Yes sir", given how bold he was about it. She took her shirt off and threw it across the room. Her large breasts now on display to her son, hidden only behind a lacy bra.

Emily's nipples had become hard, poking against the fabric. She realized how provocative she must look to him after seeing his obvious arousal. Unconsciously, she adjusted her posture to emphasize her femininity, arching her back slightly and looking up at him with puppy eyes, still kneeling between his legs she felt small in comparison to him and his member.

"Shall I get back to massaging your cock, son?"

Emily whispered softly, her eyes fixed on his bulging member. She knew she needed to proceed with caution, as the situation was delicate and potentially dangerous.

Ethan nodded with anticipation, not wanting to prolong the agony of his aching groin any longer. "Yes, mom, please continue. And please, call me sir from now, I do think it makes it better in terms of you listening to how I instruct you."