Bringing Her Son Up Right

George loved the feel of the splitting axe as he drove it into the 18-inch long chunks of maple log. In spite of the on-and-off November drizzle, he was happy. Yesterday, his Mom, Dora, had served a generous and tasty Thanksgiving dinner - turkey, stuffing, cranberry sauce, sweet potatoes and more. All finished off with homemade pumpkin pie for dessert. George thought his Mom was a great cook and mother. A single mother since the divorce when George was very small, she had supported them both and even managed to buy the house in rural Dansford (where prices were phenomenally lower than in Evanston). Living in a little out- of-the way village had disadvantages, but George knew that otherwise, they would not have been able to afford a house and he made the best of it.

Uncle Art and Aunt Rose had joined them to make a pleasant foursome. Uncle Art, Mom's only brother, a home renovation contractor in Elmira, never really liked George's decision to go to Gannon University in preparation for entering the seminary. Art, however, now seemed to have accepted the fact that he would have neither grandnephews nor grandnieces.

Dora, an LPN at the Arona County Hospital, was at work today. Thanksgiving weekend or not, folks still got sick, stayed sick, had babies and accidents and somebody had to work. Before leaving for work, she had made George a hearty breakfast of eggs, toast, bacon and coffee. For lunch George had warmed up some leftover turkey and stuffing. He thought the stuffing was even better today than yesterday. Around four-thirty, he had more than a cord of wood split and decided to quit for the day. By the time he'd showered and dressed, Dora came home and couldn't miss the big pile of freshly split wood alongside the garage.

"George, honey, I can't believe you split all that wood! You must be completely pooped."

"I'm okay Mom, really. Okay sore shoulders, but it really feels good to do physical work after months of reading and studying and taking tests. Maybe after I'm ordained I should try to get sent to a primitive mission somewhere in South America. Which reminds me, I'm taking Spanish next semester, no matter how hard it is to squeeze that in."

"Sounds like you know where you want to go. Let me get changed and I'll make supper. How, about a salad and spaghetti? And I think we have some Chianti in the cellar."

By the time Dora had changed and returned to the kitchen, George had the spaghetti in the pot and had set the table. During supper Dora noticed that George was always moving his shoulders and rotating his head.

"George, I know a person with a sore back when I see one and I don't want to see you suffering all evening. A good soak in hot water will do wonders for you. I'm going to draw a bath for you and put in some soothing salts."

George protested but Dora's promise to bring him a brandy quelled all resistance.

Afterwards George was lying in the hot water half asleep and awoke to Dora's knock on the bathroom door. After making sure that his groin was well hidden by the foam, George acknowledged and his mother came in, now wearing a bathrobe and carrying two generously loaded brandy glasses.

"Cheers, George!"

"Cheers, Mom!"

They sipped slowly. The heat from the bath water, the Chianti from dinner and now the brandy made them both a little loose and giddy.

"George honey, how'd you like if I scrubbed your back?"

"Not a bad idea at all. I'd love that. No matter how much stretching and yoga I do, I still can't reach the middle of my back."

George leaned forward to present his back and Dora soaped it up a washcloth. After giving George's back the scrubbing of a lifetime, Dora soaped up his shoulders, in the process massaging them slowly and firmly. After rinsing his shoulders, she leaned over further and began soaping his chest. George abandoned his half fetal position and sat up more or less straight. Dora gently washed his chest and unconsciously circled his nipples with the soapy washcloth.

"Mom, I can reach there just fine."

"Oh George, it's just so heartwarming to pamper you. Often I think of you there in Erie going to lectures, trying to learn those old languages, studying for exams and generally doing without life's finer things."

George didn't reply. He now seemed preoccupied with something. Dora looked down and caught a glimpse of a reddish bulb-like object beneath the now thinning foam. Two facts flashed through her mind. The first was that this was the first time she had seen George's penis since he was a young boy and second since he wasn't circumcised, the glans should not be visible. Then to herself: "Oh Merciful Father, he's got a hard on!"

The foam was steadily diminishing and George slowly realized that Dora was aware of his penile condition. At the same time, Dora became aware that George realized that she was aware of his condition too.

"Mom, I uhhhh..."

"Honey, an erection is a very natural thing, and I must say, yours is really a dandy. Now I can think of only one truly natural way to handle such a condition." That said, she placed her left hand on George's shoulder and with her right, reached down into the water and gently grasped his swollen member. George could only breath in deeply.

"George, honey how does it feel? Are you comfortable with this?"

He gasped: "Mom, I'm in heaven. But are you comfortable all bent over?" With that George slowly eased up to sit on the rim of the tub, which fortunately had a generously wide tiled surround.

Dora took advantage of the more comfortable position and slowly masturbated the handsome penis with her right hand. Then she turned around and sat on the side of the tub surround to face George. This allowed her to use both her hands. Not yet satisfied with the process, she grabbed a handy bottle of body lotion and turned the object of her work into a glistening totem pole. Now she cupped his scrotum with her right hand and ran the finger of her left around the rim of his penis, occasionally diverting to the hole. Then more lotion and she stroked his quivering penis alternately with the right and left hand. George began to rock his hips to the rhythm of Dora's stroking. Then she held the base of his penis with her left hand and formed a sort of artificial vagina with the fingers of her right. With the fingers and thumb of her right hand, she stroked his penis. At the same time the palm of that hand was repeatedly striking the head. George seemed to be in a trance. Dora knew it would not be long now and indeed a few seconds later his penis spasmed and the first gusher of warm gooey semen splattered into her palm. The first burst was followed by another and then another. Dora started wondering how much there would be and then just like that, he was suddenly empty. She held his penis in her right hand as it subsided to a flaccid condition and the foreskin took its normal position over the glans. She felt moisture in her crotch and realized that, although she had not had an orgasm, she had been very intensely aroused.

During the entire hand job, George had had his hands on the rim of the tub and had not touched her. It seemed to Dora that he had just laid back and intensely enjoyed himself. What if he had taken one of her tits in his hand? Would that have set her off? She certainly wouldn't have objected. What if he had reached under her robe and tried to finger her? Dora didn't know if she would have objected but she knew that if she had let him, it would have driven her to violent climax.

In a slightly shaky voice, Dora said "Well that was really nice. You look thoroughly relaxed George."

"Yes, it was really good for me. But Mom, please believe me, I didn't plan on this happening."

"I didn't either. Maybe the spontaneity is what made it so nice. Anyway, I've got to get some sleep now. Why don't you drop down into the water and get clean. Be sure to retract your foreskin to let the head get clean too."

The next day Dora didn't have duty so she made a big breakfast for the two of them. They lingered over a second pot of coffee and finally George broached the subject of the previous nights excitement. "Mom, about last night. I really loved it but it is a sin. I mean sex outside of marriage and worse yet between mother and son. I confess my sins regularly and truthfully, but this?"

"George, I had to divorce your father nearly 20 years ago and I can't remarry because the Church would deny me the Holy Communion. Now Honey, this may come as a shock to you and maybe I shouldn't even tell you this. I mean, I'm a normal 40-year old woman and I have needs. Anyway, what I want to say is that from time to time, I hook-up - yeah, once in a while, I have a one-night stand."

"Mom, isn't that kind of risky? Even Evanston isn't all that big."

"Oh Lord no, I'd never risk it in Evanston. I wouldn't even risk it in this whole county. No, I go to a city like Scranton or Buffalo where there are hotels that host conventions. But back to your question, if you apply normal moral standards, these one-night stands are worse than if I remarried, but not according to the Church. George, either you are a Catholic and obey Church law or you're not Catholic. The way I understand the catechism, all a person has to do is just confess that he or she has engaged in sinful lust, then that person is straight with God and the Church!"

George wasn't entirely calmed or convinced, but he silently acknowledged Dora's argument. He was also curious about what she had just revealed. "Mom, what kind of place do you go to for hooking up? How do you make it all happen? Look, it's not that I'm going to do it, I'm just curious."

"Okay, first of all, I don't do this very often. Second, I'm really choosy about who I get together with. Every city has one or more business motel/hotels where businessmen, and professionals and the like stay at when they have meetings and conferences. That means that I can't do it on weekends so I have to arrange my shifts at the hospital. The best days are Wednesdays and Thursdays because then the men have been away from their wives for a few days and they are starting to get tired of the company of the other men. I dress very conservatively - like in my grey suit with white long sleeve blouse so I look like I'm also at a conference or on business. The obvious habitual philanderers have to be avoided - they might be fun but with them the chance of catching some STD or other is just too big. When I walk into a bar, my conservative dress and aloof look generally keep these kind of men away. You see, what I look for is the serious happily married man who isn't out to cheat on his wife, but given the opportunity, yeah then probably. After I get a drink, I scan the bar for likely candidates. Sometimes on the way in, I might see one and depending on how sure I am, take a seat next to him at the bar. If that's not possible, I can try to bump into them when they go off to pee."

George really wanted to hear a blow-by-blow account of one of Dora's liaisons but he didn't want to appear too much the eager voyeur and he had promised to finish the leaf raking that Dora had begun the week before. The house lay on a partially wooded 3/4 acre-property so there were lots of leaves to rake and pile near the street for pickup. Later that afternoon Dora came out for some time to help and together they not only got the raking done but took care of other winter preparations as well. Around one, Dora went in and prepared one of George's favorites: fried ham, sauerkraut and mashed potatoes to which they drank beer.

After doing the dishes together, Dora said she needed to take a bath and asked George to bring up a couple whiskies once she got in the tub. She was nicely immerged in the hot foamy water when George knocked and came in carrying two glasses, each with a double shot of Glenfiddich. George sat on the closed toilet seat and they toasted with a simple "cheers".

Dora tried to edge into the subject of the night before. "George have you dated anyone up in Erie?"

While in high school, George had had a few dates, which Dora knew had never ended in anything more than, at the most, a peck on cheek. George was not physically handsome in the Hollywood sense, but he was intelligent and witty so she thought that perhaps at university, there would be girls who would find him attractive. Besides, George was of a compact muscular build that suggested masculinity pure. She also wondered if there was a girl alive who could resist his stately penis. It was, in fact, stately enough that unless George wore extremely loose trousers, any woman with halfway good eyesight couldn't help but notice.

"No Mom. I have coeds as friends, but so far, I've avoided letting things go further than platonic friendships. I want to enter the priesthood and I may as well get used to the idea of no romance and no sex. You know, to me it just wouldn't seem fair to a girl if I were to approach her in a romantic sort of way."

"So what happened last night was your first sexual contact - with the opposite sex?"

"Mom, I'm not gay. And yes, last night was a first."

"Was my hand better than your hand? I mean you do masturbate don't you?"

George was uncomfortable with the question but after a long hesitation, he managed to answer "Yes, your hand was better than mine, even if I use a lubricant."

"What do you fantasize about when you jack off? Girls you know? Movie stars? What?"

Now more comfortable with the conversation, George offered "Coeds I know, yes. Then sometimes I imagine doing it with a middle-aged secretary in the Theological Studies Department."

"How does that jive with no romance and no sex?"

"It doesn't. Like you said, I just have to admit sinful lusting when I go to confession."

"And the priest doesn't ask for any details?" Dora had done her share of confessing to sinful lusting and had had experience with a priest who asked for details. She would never forget some of the acts of reparation that had been asked of her.

"No, none ever has." George wondered where this conversation was going. He knew where he wanted it to lead. "Mom, you mean priests have asked you for details about the lust that you've confessed to?" He certainly didn't want her to relate the events of the previous night to Father Welker!

"George, why don't you get in the tub with me so we can discuss this on a more personal level?" That was just what George wanted. His tee shirt and jeans went quickly and then he stretched the waistband of his boxers over the generous protrusion and dropped them to the floor. Dora was very pleased with the sight before her and almost regretted when that magnificent phallus disappeared into the foamy water.

Dora sat up higher in the tub purposely exposing her nice plump breasts to George, who took this as an invitation to touch, which of course it was. Dora guided his inexperienced hands and soon he was cupping her tits and massaging her nipples, which were now getting tighter. God, but he loved the feel of those tits! Then he took some soap and made them all foamy. All the while Dora was luxuriating in the attention that her son was giving to her breasts. George was getting more adventurous by the minute. He rose up on his knees, his hard penis now within a foot of his mother's face. She smiled sweetly and pursed her lips as if she were kissing it. That so enraptured him that he hugged her tightly, thus bringing his penis against her chest - right between those beautiful breasts. She clutched his buttocks. Through his sensitive penis he was able to feel her heart beat. She on the other hand felt the throbbing of his penis against her breast bone. Wanting more, he kneaded her breasts around his penis. Encouraged by the ecstatic look on her smiling face, he needed to explore more frontiers. Holding her breasts snugly against his penis, he stroked it between, as if fucking. Dora was grooving on the feeling of that hard member sliding between her breasts, but what she liked best was the sight of that rose colored bulbous head each time that it emerged from between. She had nothing against tit fucking but she really wanted George to finger her. When he seemed to be tiring, she lured his right hand down to her crotch and gave his forefinger a tour of the territory beginning at her clitoris and then to the vagina itself. Distracted from tit fucking, George sat back down and gave Dora a thorough fingering, first with one finger, then two and finally three. Meanwhile Dora was playing gently with George's erection - gently, because she now had other plans for that swollen phallus. Then things began to progress - his three fingers were going in and out in with an ever increasing tempo. Dora felt a quivering in her groin and momentarily lost consciousness as fluids surged from between her legs. A few minutes earlier she had hoped they would soon be in bed with him fucking her, but her orgasm had torn away all her self-control. Her frantic masturbating quickly put him over the top and she was rewarded with the sight of stream after stream of semen being ejaculated into the warm bath water. By now, both of their hearts were beating madly. Sweat had formed on their foreheads and torsos. Slowly they settled down, spent but happy, their pulses slowly going back to normal.

"George, the water is cooling down and we've made it kind of gooey. Let's shower off before we go to bed." Dora stood up, grabbed the shower hose and adjusted the water temperature. George seeing her crotch for the first time, luxuriated in the sight of it. "Come on, get up George so we can clean each other off."

She was generous with soap as she washed his genitals, greatly enjoying retracting his foreskin and cleaning the glans. George responded by giving her crotch a thorough wash. Afterwards they showered the soap off one another. Drying one another off was less erotic but nevertheless, enjoyable. Now dry with warm, slightly reddish bodies they looked each other in the eyes.

"George, please come to my bed and hold me tight."

"I was just going to ask you, Mom."

There was no question of bothering with pajamas. In bed, they lay on their sides embracing and kissing. George, who up until then, had at most kissed girls on the cheeks, needed Dora's guidance. He was, however, an avid learner and they were soon kissing deeply with tongues going into one another's mouths. George's groin was stirring and Dora's was more than a little wet. She felt George's growing penis against her abdomen and inched up toward the head-end of the bed so it would rub against her groin.

"Mom, are we going to fuck?"

"I think so," and with that she rolled onto her back and spread her legs.

"Mom, I've never done this before. Will you guide me?"

"Roll over on top of me and get your knees between mine."

George obeyed and lay down against Dora. He felt his hard shaft contacting her pubic hair and the slit, which was now very wet. His chest was on her ample bosom. Their lips met and their tongues intermingled. George felt lightheaded and warmly grateful for what was happening. With her right hand, Dora coached George's groin away from hers and took his penis in hand, guiding the head between the lips of her pussy. With her hands on George's backside she pulled him into her and she sighed as she felt his largeness inside her. To George the pleasure of having his penis in those warm and moist folds was so overwhelming that he wished he could somehow kiss her genital area at the same time that his penis was inside it.

Feeling the need to give maximum pleasure to his lovely mother, he pushed all the way in so that their hairy pubic areas were rubbing. Dora was grinding her groin against George, who responded by stroking with his penis, sometimes all the way out and then plunging back in all the way. Both were sweating and moaning with pleasure.