Brad stepped from the shower and began drying
himself with a towel. His head had just the hint of
a hangover, so he dried his hair very carefully,
moving the towel slowly through his hair without
moving his head. He was drying himself between the
legs when he heard his mother call him from his
bedroom.
He went to the door to find his mother sitting on
his bed. She had that look in her bedroom eyes.
"Brenda coming over?" he asked. He hoped she was
going to say no. Then maybe those bedroom eyes were
going to lead to a morning ***** right on his bed. And
she was wearing her uniform to boot!
"Yes," his mother said and his heart sank. Then
she added, "We do have a little time before she gets
here."
She got up, walked over to him and offered him
her hand. He threw his wet towel toward the shower
stall and took her hand. His mother led him to his
bed.
"Sit down, baby," she said.
He sat down on the side of the bed with both feet
on the floor and his mother sat on his left, close to
him, with a leg drawn up under her. Her left hand
began massaging his dangling penis, her palm stroking
the top of it lovingly.
"So, Nurse Larrington, are you here to get my
sperm sample?" he said, hugging her to him.
"If you don't mind," she said with a smile,
knowing the answer. "I mean, what kind of mother
would I be if I didn't offer you a hand."
Brad kissed her on the lips, then began nibbling
her right earlobe as her hand hoisted his hardening
***** up and she began beating him slowly.
"We don't have time for any hi-jinx," she said
when he rubbed her tits through her blouse. Something
in her voice told him she wished that they did.
"Oh, Mom, you're no fun!" he said jokingly as her
hand cranked up and down on his burgeoning erection.
Her small hand could only get a little more than
halfway around his circumference but she used it well,
rotating her hand as she stroked. "That feels great,

Brad stepped from the shower and began drying
himself with a towel. His head had just the hint of
a hangover, so he dried his hair very carefully,
moving the towel slowly through his hair without
moving his head. He was drying himself between the
legs when he heard his mother call him from his
bedroom.
He went to the door to find his mother sitting on
his bed. She had that look in her bedroom eyes.
"Brenda coming over?" he asked. He hoped she was
going to say no. Then maybe those bedroom eyes were
going to lead to a morning ***** right on his bed. And
she was wearing her uniform to boot!
"Yes," his mother said and his heart sank. Then
she added, "We do have a little time before she gets
here."
She got up, walked over to him and offered him
her hand. He threw his wet towel toward the shower
stall and took her hand. His mother led him to his
bed.
"Sit down, baby," she said.
He sat down on the side of the bed with both feet
on the floor and his mother sat on his left, close to
him, with a leg drawn up under her. Her left hand
began massaging his dangling penis, her palm stroking
the top of it lovingly.
"So, Nurse Larrington, are you here to get my
sperm sample?" he said, hugging her to him.
"If you don't mind," she said with a smile,
knowing the answer. "I mean, what kind of mother
would I be if I didn't offer you a hand."
Brad kissed her on the lips, then began nibbling
her right earlobe as her hand hoisted his hardening
***** up and she began beating him slowly.
"We don't have time for any hi-jinx," she said
when he rubbed her tits through her blouse. Something
in her voice told him she wished that they did.
"Oh, Mom, you're no fun!" he said jokingly as her
hand cranked up and down on his burgeoning erection.
Her small hand could only get a little more than
halfway around his circumference but she used it well,
rotating her hand as she stroked. "That feels great,