A Day on the Dunes – Chap 3

Incest story: A Day on the Dunes – Chap 3

Author: APerv2

I reached for his dick again; nibbling on my bottom lip and pinched the tip, the way one might pick up a used tissue or a little something they didn’t really care to touch. But that certainly wasn’t the case here. I didn’t seem to mind this a bit.

As my fingers made contact again, I looked up at Steven. He was staring down at me, doing the same thing I was doing…Biting his lip.

“It’s OK.” I tried to assure him, not really knowing how much truth there was to the statement.

The mother in me said it was fine…I was helping; this was my job. But the feeling in my stomach and the warmth that had begun to settle between my legs made me wonder what I was really doing here. The hardness of my nipples only provided another reason to wonder. I was liking this…A lot…Way more than I should have.

“You OK?”

“Um-hum.”

I mustered a smile again and continued.

He sucked in a quick breath when I leaned in even closer to examine his balls. I carefully moved the fingers of my other hand over his ball sack. I felt him jerk back again. My face was right next to his dick and I’m pretty sure it didn’t go unnoticed.

I glanced up to find Steve staring down at me, momentarily forgetting all about his relentless search for anyone that might….A little while ago I might have said “…anyone that might SEE…” maybe even “…anyone that might INTERRUPT…” but now I think the word CATCH seemed more appropriate. …his relentless search for anyone that might catch us.

“Am I hurting you?”

“No.” He told me adamantly. “Not at all.” He added in a much lower tone, closer to a whisper.

I let go of his ball sack, leaned back steadying myself on the open door; the tip of his dick still in my possession, and looked up at my son. I wished I could read his mind. I stared at him for a long second.

“You OK?”

“Yeah-No-I’m fine. . .” He told me then quickly scanned the parking lot.

I went back to what I was doing. I leaned in and cupped his balls, moving them side to side as I examined them. I was very thorough. Very, very thorough. I saw two tiny cactus needles in the wrinkles on his ball sack, retrieved the tweezers and carefully plucked them out.

“Did I hurt you?” I asked him. He just shook his head ‘no’ and then checked around the truck again before settling down to watch me.

I checked his balls slowly with my eyes; extremely aware of the head of his dick between my fingers the entire time.

“Let me know if you feel anything.” I told him as I gently let my fingers slide over the skin of his ball sack. I looked up at Steve and his eyes were fixed on me.

“What?” I asked again.

This time he smiled.

“What?”

“Nothing, it’s just that this is. . .kinda. . .”

“Kinda what?”

“Well, I never expected. . .you know.”

“Never expected what Steve?”

“Well…I never expected to see you. . .you know. . . down there.” He told me with an odd look on his face. I watched as the smile slowly drifted away and his expression turned more…subdued…like when you drift off point and forget your train of thought.

His comment struck me kind of funny and made me realize that evidently I wasn’t the only one that thought of this little encounter as. . . . . .more than medical.

“Are you implying that I might be doing something besides administering first-aid?” I asked lightheartedly. I tried hard not to smile; fully aware that I still held the head of my son’s dick with my fingers.

“No-No. I mean…I didn’t mean. . .”

“Calm down Sweetie. I’m just teasing.” I told him.

I thought about the times I’d looked up at a man from this position before. Men seemed to really enjoy it. And quite frankly, I’ve seen a few pictures that my ex. had taken of me doing exactly that and I thought I looked pretty sexy.

“Maybe you shouldn’t think so highly of yourself.” I thought, “ That was a long time ago.”

Then…

I felt it move. It tugged at my fingers, as if it were pulling away from me, then twitched.

I tried to ignore it.

“Do your balls feel Ok?” I asked him as I went back to the task at hand. He shook his head ‘yes’ slowly.

“I have to check everywhere… “ I nodded my head towards his dick. “…Ok?”

He shook his head again and I let his large balls slide out of my hand to get another antiseptic wipe, my eyes never leaving his dick.

It twitched again. And once again my stomach fluttered.

It looked like his dick was responding to my touch but the look on his face told me he was trying hard not to let it happen.

I could have stopped… …but I didn’t. I opened another antiseptic wipe and started to softly rub his balls with the tissue.

“Mom?”

I looked up, waited for him to continue, but he didn’t. He looked like he might be in pain.

“Does it hurt?”

I was pretty sure it didn’t. I believed he was just embarrassed by the fact that he was getting aroused. His mother squatting down in front of him, in her skimpy jean shorts and bathing suit top, with her hard nipples pushing at the thin material, was having a reaction and he was trying so hard not to let it happen.

I should be telling you that’s where it ended, that I just stopped, but that wasn’t the case. This was the time that I should have realized that this whole thing had gotten out of control, that I should be ashamed of myself for the way I was acting, the turn my thoughts had taken, the pleasure that I was feeling, the place I found myself…But none of that happened.

“Steve…”

“Yeah…”

I let the tip of his penis fall from my grasp, “Should I stop?” I asked softly, desperately hoping he wouldn’t tell me I should.

He licked his dry lips, whispered ‘n-no’ timidly and looked around as if making sure no one heard him.

“Ya know Steven…” I whispered to him from my squatting position near his dick, one hand on the front of his thigh, the elbow of my other arm resting on one knee, the wipe still in my hand.

I took a second, “…It would be a lot easier to check your… …your dick…” I paused again while I considered my words, “ …if maybe you just let it happen.” I told him matter-of-factly, fully aware of the implications as I squatted in front of my naked son waiting for a response.

“Let what happen?” He asked a bit surprised and perhaps I heard a small measure of denial as well. Perhaps he’d realized I’d noticed the twitch between his legs or maybe because he was trying so hard not to get an erection…but realized he was failing.

“Just let it get hard.” I told him like it was some sound advice pasted down from mother to child generation after generation. I raised the Antiseptic wipe up and cupped his ball sac as if to prove that it was a good idea.

It was quite obvious to me that my agenda had changed a bit. I wondered if he had noticed too.

His mouth dropped open and he immediately looked around the area like a bank robber poking his head out the front door of the bank plotting his escape, then his eyes shifted down to me again.

“Mom… …But..”

I waited for him to continue… …but he fell silent.

I had crossed the line…a long time ago so I let my hand softly wander his balls

Slowly…………… sterilizing… soothing…fondling…caressing {One of those} as I talked to him.

“If it’s hard Steve…” I began, “…I’ll be able to see all of it, I mean, all the skin…unwrinkled.” I told him.

There was a good bit of truth there. I couldn’t see all of the skin if there were tiny folds that might hide any of those hateful needles. I couldn’t touch his dick to ‘’check’’ to ‘’sanitize’’ until I could see ALL of it.

“I’m afraid there might be a spur in one of the wrinkled parts.” I told him as I let a single fingertip touch the turtleneck behind the head of his dick to show where I was talking about.

“But Mom…” My son looked down at me as he visibly tried to ignore my touch; tried to keep his dick from getting hard.

“Wouldn’t that be… …wrong?” He asked. His eyes begged me to say the word “No”.

“It’s Ok Steve. I know you’re embarrassed and I know you feel funny…”

“Don’t you?”

I swallowed, “Well sure…My fingers held his soft ball sac and very lightly squeezed… I almost lost my train of thought…But no matter how we might feel… I rubbed and nursed his large balls with the moist wipe …this has to be done. We have to make sure there aren’t any more needles, right?” I asked him.

Figuring I’d give him a way out if that was truly what he wanted, I gave him a choice, “…Unless you think maybe your good enough to get your pants on now and we can get out of here. Maybe you could just get in the shower when we get home and hope that…”

“Ga-head.” He cut me off. It would seem he wanted me to continue with my “First Aid”.

“You sure?”

“Yeah, ga-head.”

I fell quiet, more than happy to resume my motherly duty, letting my fingers caress each nut in turn with the damp toweled that smelled of alcohol. I reached up with my other hand and took his penis tip between my finger tips again as I’d done before.

“Besides Sweetie…once I start to check you to see if there are any needles down here… …I don’t think you’re gunna be able to keep it from getting hard anyways, do you?”

And it was the truth. If I knew “Guys”, no matter what else did or didn’t happen, him getting hard was the inevitable…Unless I was once again thinking too highly of myself.

“I… …I don’t know if…You know”

“If what?” I asked my son quietly, most of my interest remaining between his legs.

“If I can… …you know?”

“You mean, get hard?” I asked with some jesting.

He shook his head real fast up and down. I smiled up at him.

“What, because I’m your mom?”

“Well…Well yeah.” He whispered and scrutinized the surrounding area.

“Really?” I asked, willing to bet he was wrong, knowing full well the process had already begun.

I slid the soft tissue over his balls as I moved real close to him. Close enough that he could feel my breath on him. I watched and felt his dick twitch again.

“I can see that it’s kinda moving by itself already Sweetie.”

He looked embarrassed.

I thought that maybe I could help this along.

I dropped the alcohol tissue on the ground and cupped his balls in my bare hand again.

“You like this… …don’t you Steven…” I whispered softly to his dick.

He looked all around urgently and then back down at his mother squatting between his legs caressing his balls, breathing on him. He shook his head yes.

“Just relax then.” I whispered. “Here, maybe this will help…”

I gently let his dick slip from my grasp, still caressing the new toy I’d found hanging between his legs, I brought my finger up to my mouth, and wet the tip of it with my tongue. His dick hung limp in front of me but a tiny bit longer than it was a few minutes ago. I took my wet fingertip and touched my son’s piss slit, being careful not to touch anywhere else that cactus needles might be hiding and I made tiny circles as my warm breath blew over him.

“Holy crap, Mom!”

He took a quick breath held his it, and stood there frozen.

I could see his dick starting to move freely of its own will. Waking from this sorry slumber my son tried his best to impose.

“That’s it Steven…” I whispered. “…Just let it happen… …let it get hard.”

“Ok… …Ok Mom, but…..” He trailed off nervously and looked around again to make sure no one was around to see what was happening.

Within a few seconds his dick started to get hard. The thought that I was purposely getting my son’s dick hard sent a wave of heat rolling through me, the likes of which I’d never known. I took in a deep breath and steadied myself.

There was no kidding myself, I knew exactly what I was doing. There was no first-aid going on here, no nursing of any kind. There was nothing motherly about this at all.

“There-ya-go.” I cooed.
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Parent Post: A Day on the Dunes – by Aperv2

• A Day on the Dunes - Chap 2
• A Day on the Dunes - Chap 3
• A Day on the Dunes - Chap 4
• A Day on the Dunes - Chap 5