My stepmom was getting a little fidgety in her seat while taking in all this. I don’t think she would have liked to know how often I’d be masturbating in my room during this period. It was too much embarrassingly private information. But most of all, the imperative issue was whether she had to go along with this next step.
Finally, she couldn’t hold it in anymore and inquired further, “So… So Doctor Tan, do I need to help him with this… err… collecting of… his… his sperm?”
The doctor continued, “Relax Mrs Lim… From here on, I believe it’s alright for Ray to collect these samples by himself. I mean, it wouldn’t be reasonable for me to request you to help him with this kind of things. It would be so embarrassing for you… Hahah…”
My stepmom heaved a sigh of relief. She could escape this troubling predicament at long last. This news was like a rainbow after the storm to her and I finally saw her smile again. She had pulled a long black face ever since that incident 2 days ago. She was a decent lady with a strict and proper upbringing after all. It was just downright unthinkable for her to be handling her stepson’s cock.
This bout of so-called good news, however, dampened my spirits a little. I know it’s unnatural for us to have gone on that way but still, I couldn’t help feeling disappointed. My stepmom was the most beautiful woman I know. I had the privilege of feeling her hands on my meat rod but I honestly can’t say it was enough for me.
Doctor Tan instructed me to pull my pants down for her to take a measurement of my penis as a record. Well, I really couldn’t tell if I had grown at all down there. I had always been a studious kid and I didn’t have a habit of playing with my dick too much. I really can’t recall the last time I bothered to take note of my penis length. But now that my doctor had brought this condition to my attention, 7 full inches at erection was indeed a little larger than I had remembered it to be.
While my stepmom was still beaming with gladness, my doctor said, “However Mrs Lim, if it isn’t too much hassle, can I trouble you to take these length measurements on my behalf? I will be away to attend a medical convention in Hong Kong and I won’t be back till 2 weeks later.”
I could almost hear my stepmom’s heart drop once again. She stared at Doctor Tan, utterly speechless.
Immediately sensing her shock, the doctor added, “But… It’s not that important actually. They’re just for my observation and record. We can always do those 2 weeks later, you know... Hahah…”
The atmosphere in the room sure got awkward. But being a soft-hearted person that my stepmom was, she just couldn’t find it in her to reject the doctor’s plea for a little help.
She timidly answered, “O…Okay… I guess I’ll help. It’s just for another 2 weeks… I should be alright… I guess…”
My stepmom was helplessly cornered by her own niceness. I had a feeling this was to be her downfall. Not only was she going to be seeing more of my meat stick up close, she would probably find out just how hard I can get.
To be continued?
Day 10
Ever we came back from the visit to the clinic, she resumed her torturous silent treatment towards me. For days she went about her daily routine while treating me like I'm invisible. We did not even have our meals together anymore. All she did was leave a note saying, "I will be busy these days. You'll have to eat out. I'm sorry. Love, Mom."
That's actually quite alright with me. I'm not fussy about not having home-cooked food. But the one thing that really bothered me was her cold shoulder. We have always been close and talked about anything. She treats me like her real son, though I can't say I treat her like my real mom. But I have always treated her with at least the respect for a big sister. Come on, you can't blame me. She's older than me by just 10 years, plus she looks younger than her actual age.
But after what we had been through, I can't say for sure I see her in the same light as before. My respect for her is still intact, but I also became fully conscious that she's also a very appealing-looking woman. Whenever she walks around the house in her usual outfit of singlet and shorts, I can't help but steal glances at her.
She always has this uncaring and nonchalant expression on her face. My friends call her the ice queen in college. Why is she famous with my friends, you ask? Well, there was one time when my classmates came to my house to do a project. Maybe I was used to seeing my mom in her casual but somewhat skimpy home clothes. But she nearly drove my male classmates crazy with infatuation with her awesome figure underneath.
It was really embarrassing. Back on campus, they spread rumours that my stepmom's hot body was stuff wet dreams are made of. It was further said that the guys who met her had the image of her ample cleavage under her singlet burnt forever into their memory. Some of them even wanted to hang out and hold parties at my place, but I always brushed them off.
All that while, I always dismissed their over-the-top reactions as a prank on me. But now I could see a little of the truth behind their exaggeration. Whenever I recollected the day she was on her knees holding me softly in her timid hands, her damp hot body glistening in afternoon humidity, it would always end with me jerking off in my room. That incident between us made me feel like I just had a taste of something I could never truly have. It only made me want it more. And I really hated that.
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Ever we came back from the visit to the clinic, she resumed her torturous silent treatment towards me. For days she went about her daily routine while treating me like I'm invisible. We did not even have our meals together anymore. All she did was leave a note saying, "I will be busy these days. You'll have to eat out. I'm sorry. Love, Mom."
That's actually quite alright with me. I'm not fussy about not having home-cooked food. But the one thing that really bothered me was her cold shoulder. We have always been close and talked about anything. She treats me like her real son, though I can't say I treat her like my real mom. But I have always treated her with at least the respect for a big sister. Come on, you can't blame me. She's older than me by just 10 years, plus she looks younger than her actual age.
But after what we had been through, I can't say for sure I see her in the same light as before. My respect for her is still intact, but I also became fully conscious that she's also a very appealing-looking woman. Whenever she walks around the house in her usual outfit of singlet and shorts, I can't help but steal glances at her.
She always has this uncaring and nonchalant expression on her face. My friends call her the ice queen in college. Why is she famous with my friends, you ask? Well, there was one time when my classmates came to my house to do a project. Maybe I was used to seeing my mom in her casual but somewhat skimpy home clothes. But she nearly drove my male classmates crazy with infatuation with her awesome figure underneath.
It was really embarrassing. Back on campus, they spread rumours that my stepmom's hot body was stuff wet dreams are made of. It was further said that the guys who met her had the image of her ample cleavage under her singlet burnt forever into their memory. Some of them even wanted to hang out and hold parties at my place, but I always brushed them off.
All that while, I always dismissed their over-the-top reactions as a prank on me. But now I could see a little of the truth behind their exaggeration. Whenever I recollected the day she was on her knees holding me softly in her timid hands, her damp hot body glistening in afternoon humidity, it would always end with me jerking off in my room. That incident between us made me feel like I just had a taste of something I could never truly have. It only made me want it more. And I really hated that.
To be continued?
Besides having our meals separately, there is one more routine that changed. These days, she brings work home and just immerses herself in it. Then she watches TV in her room for the rest of the night. She has started going to bed an hour earlier than her usual bedtime at 12 pm. But I notice that the dim light under her closed door and I could hear the soft chattering of TV dramas.
I didn't think much of it. She's just tired I guess. But the strange thing is, she never used to lock her door. I was a little hurt. Did she think I would turn into an animal and barge through her door one day and do things to her? I may have shown her my lustful side but I'm not nuts. As much as I fantasise about her, I would never force her to do something like that against her will.
And tonight, something stranger happened. It was past 11 pm but she suddenly emerged from her room while I was watching TV in the living room. She didn't even look at me as she ghosted past me to the door with her wallet in her hand. She didn't even bother to change out of her thin, revealing singlet.
Where could she be going at such a late hour? What's the rush? I looked towards the closed door of her bedroom. She made me a little curious. In her urgency, she couldn't have locked the door. So I put my hand on the door knob and turned. Yup, it wasn't locked. I stepped inside and looked around. Nothing out of the ordinary, except for a faint smell of her natural body scent. And then a hint of something else in the air. A different and unfamiliar, but yet apparently bodily scent.
It didn't smell like perfume but I could at least tell it was definitely organic. I have been in her room before and I have never encountered this before. Since she wouldn't be back immediately, I thought it no harm to have a look around. I had nothing better to do and this would just take a while. I just had to be careful with her stuff and I was sure she wouldn't notice.
I didn't want to rummage through her drawers. That would be just rude. I caught a glimpse of her messy sheets. There was something oddly shaped almost peeking out of the corner of her covers. I stepped nearer and lifted it a bit. My jaws dropped. Laying beneath was a manhood-shaped toy. I had never touched one of these before and I wasn't about to. But what was she doing with something like that? It was obvious.
Besides having our meals separately, there is one more routine that changed. These days, she brings work home and just immerses herself in it. Then she watches TV in her room for the rest of the night. She has started going to bed an hour earlier than her usual bedtime at 12 pm. But I notice that the dim light under her closed door and I could hear the soft chattering of TV dramas.
I didn't think much of it. She's just tired I guess. But the strange thing is, she never used to lock her door. I was a little hurt. Did she think I would turn into an animal and barge through her door one day and do things to her? I may have shown her my lustful side but I'm not nuts. As much as I fantasise about her, I would never force her to do something like that against her will.
And tonight, something stranger happened. It was past 11 pm but she suddenly emerged from her room while I was watching TV in the living room. She didn't even look at me as she ghosted past me to the door with her wallet in her hand. She didn't even bother to change out of her thin, revealing singlet.
Where could she be going at such a late hour? What's the rush? I looked towards the closed door of her bedroom. She made me a little curious. In her urgency, she couldn't have locked the door. So I put my hand on the door knob and turned. Yup, it wasn't locked. I stepped inside and looked around. Nothing out of the ordinary, except for a faint smell of her natural body scent. And then a hint of something else in the air. A different and unfamiliar, but yet apparently bodily scent.
It didn't smell like perfume but I could at least tell it was definitely organic. I have been in her room before and I have never encountered this before. Since she wouldn't be back immediately, I thought it no harm to have a look around. I had nothing better to do and this would just take a while. I just had to be careful with her stuff and I was sure she wouldn't notice.
I didn't want to rummage through her drawers. That would be just rude. I caught a glimpse of her messy sheets. There was something oddly shaped almost peeking out of the corner of her covers. I stepped nearer and lifted it a bit. My jaws dropped. Laying beneath was a manhood-shaped toy. I had never touched one of these before and I wasn't about to. But what was she doing with something like that? It was obvious.
To be continued?
That thing had to be out of batteries. In the middle of her relief, no less. I took a closer look at it. That damn toy was still wet. The length of it was average, I would say about 5 inches. I smiled to myself. It was even smaller than me. But the girth of it was about right. As I recalled, with her small hands, she could not wrap her fingers around me. She most definitely would need both hands to manipulate this thing.
Well, a woman has her needs too. Judging from the amount of moisture on that toy, she must have been using it for quite a while before the batteries suddenly died on her. She must have been pretty damn close, or she wouldn't rush out to get them in this time of the night. I wondered how intense she was going at it. Could she fit the whole length inside her? Did it fully satisfy her? Who was she thinking of?
I reached my hand out and touched it with my index finger. Then I rolled the slightly viscous liquid between my fingers and smelled it for a second. Yup, that was the same foreign scent in the room. Slightly musky but quite faint. My stepmom has always been a health and hygiene-obsessed lady. It was no surprise her body smelled pleasant outside and in.
I gripped her toy and squeezed the female juices from the bottom to the tip, milking as much as I could onto the palms of my hand. Then I hid the toy back in the covers and left her room the way it was. I took great care to make sure nothing was out of place before closing the door behind me.
Next, I switched off the TV in the living room, went back to my room and locked the door. I masturbated to thoughts of her while stroking myself with my juiced-up right hand. All the while, I imagined that it was her pussy massaging my fully erect manhood. In just a under a minute, I blew my load. A feeling of emptiness befell me almost immediately. I felt so lame and pathetic that I wanted to cry. This was my stepmom, and I felt like a pervert.
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