Chapter #5Mama helps her baby by: a54321   Present Time
"Sweetie, do you think you could help me put on some sun screen?" asked the orange bikini-clad Drew Saturday to her son.
3 Days Ago
The events leading up to present time started just three days ago. Drew had been gathering up the laundry and was now headed to her son's room to pick up anything he needed washed. She opened his door quietly and was shocked at what she saw in front of her. There was her son, with his back turned to her, sitting on his bed and masturbating to a photo he had in his free hand. Quickly and as quietly as she had entered, she backed out of the room and closed the door. She debated what to do for a moment, finally deciding on just interrupting him in a more polite way. She knocked on the door. "Zak, sweetie, I need to get your laundry."
"J-just a second!" she heard him say frantically. When he finally did open the door, he looked a bit sweaty. "Okay, come on in."
Referencing his appearance, she said, "You look a bit sweaty. Maybe you should go and take a quick shower."
"Uhhh, yeah, good idea." I guess a cold shower will have to do for now. He thought glumly. He left in the direction of the bathroom and Drew entered his room.
Trying to forget what she walked in on, she went over to his dresser and opened the top drawer. Oh dear. On top of the underwear in the drawer, she saw an upside down photo, likely to be the one her son had been jerking off to. He must have been to panicked to hide it decently. Mentally, she debated what to do. Should I look? I mean, it's not like i really need to know what my son gets off to, but still... Tentatively, she picked up the photo and looked at the picture. Oh my god! Her eyes were wide. It was a picture of her in her orange bikini on a beach, laying back on her elbows in the sand and her hair wet from the ocean. She pocketed the photo and began gathering up the laundry, now debating what to do about her son.
3 Hours Later
Zak had dug through everything in his room and was now panicking. He couldn't find the photo of his mother. he needed that photo, it was the only resembling porn that he had. With parental controls on the computer and no chance to get magazines, that photo had been his only source of fantasies. As far as the Saturday boy was concerned, he needed that photo if he really wanted to enjoy getting off.
Eventually, he came to the horrifying realization that his mother may have found it. if she was going to confront him about, he decided to give her an opening and figured that, if she hadn't found it, she wouldn't take the opening. Walking up to her, he asked, "hey mom, did you find anything unusual while you were getting the dirty clothes from my room?"
"Noooo... Why?" she asked, pretending to be suspicious.
"Oh, no reason, I'm just gonna go back to my room now." Gotta find that photo.
Once he left the room, Drew got back to her thoughts from before interrupted her. She was feeling guilty about taking the photo. She knew her son was a growing boy and that masturbation was perfectly healthy. And as for the photo of her, well, she knew that Zak didn't exactly have any access to porn. The picture of me was probably the best he could do. Already she was considering giving the photo back discreetly, but she also wanted to do a little more to make up for taking it. But what?
One Day Later
An opportunity presented itself. her husband, Doc, said he's be making a trip to visit a few old friends tomorrow and he asked if she wouldn't mind staying back to keep an eye on Zak. She agreed and started forming a plan. A plan to help her son live out his fantasies.
Present Day
Zak was frustrated. He still couldn't find his photo. He had jerked off to that photo about three times a day whenever it was possible back when he had the picture. Now it had been three days without it, and three days of not jerking off. Not jerking off because he had nothing to fuel his fantasies. Well not a full three days, he had gotten to start on the day he lost it, only to be interrupted.
He had been walking around the house to try and take his mind off it, currently walking through the green house, when his mother's voice caught his attention. "Sweetie, do you think you could help me put on some sun screen?"
Looking at her, his voice caught in his throat. She was in her orange bikini and laying back on a towel, tanning using the greenhouse's artificial sunlight. She had a bottle of sunscreen in her hand.  | Members who added to this interactive story also contributed to these: |
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