Mom's Helping Hands Pt. 01

"I love you, Mom, and I 'd do anything for you," he replied, returning her smile, "and if this doesn't prove it then I don't know what will!" They both laughed at this, with his mom getting to her feet.

"Let me get you rinsed off now, okay?" she said, reaching for the spray attachment and turning on the water

"Yeah, and then I think I need to get out of here, I'm getting kind of cold!" Jack said. His mom laughed a little as she sprayed him down, rinsing the soap from his cock and balls and then rinsing off the rest of his body to warm him up with the hot water coming out of the spray attachment. Now that their escapade was over Marjorie was slipping out of her 'cum slut' persona she had managed to keep hidden so well for all of Jack's life and back into the conservative, strait-laced mom he was used to. The transformation was smooth and quick, and Jack was amazed at how well she did it.

When she had finished he stood there for a few moments, letting the water run off of his body before stepping out of the tub and onto the plush mat next to it. His mom got a thick Turkish towel from the cabinet and began drying him off, a smile on her face.

"Mom?" Jack said as she was drying his thighs and lower legs, stealing glances at his now-soft cock as she did.

"Yes, dear?" she said without looking away from what she was doing.

"What about Dad?" he asked. "What are we gonna do about him?" His mom stopped what she was doing and stood up, looking him in the eyes.

"We're not going to do anything, honey," she said, softly. "There's nothing we can do. We certainly can't tell him that I just gave you a hand job and had you cum all over my face, now, can we?" she said, holding the towel down in front of her.

"No, I guess not," Jack replied. "But he's no dummy, he's gonna ask how I managed to take a bath with my hands bandaged, you know," Jack said.

"I know, honey, and when he does ask we're simply going to tell him that you didn't take a bath until the bandages came off," she said. "He won't be home until after they come off anyway, so he'll never know the difference."

"Okay, Mom, I think that will work," Jack said, bending down to pick up his lounge pants so he could put them back on. His mom saw what he was doing and bent down, picking them up and then holding them open so he could step into them. Then she pulled them up to his waist and began tying the string in the waistband.

"In the meantime," she said, glancing up at him with a slightly evil smile on her face, "I have the next four or five days to enjoy giving you a bath!" she said, tying the strings around his waist into a bow and letter her 'cum slut' persona show for the briefest of moments. "If that's okay with you, that is," she said, looking up at him and smiling.

"It's okay with me, Mom," he said, returning her smile. 'I just hope she means what I think she means!' he thought to himself.

"There! All done!" she said, patting him on the upper arms. "Now you go finish getting dressed while I go clean myself up and change, okay, honey?" she said, smiling up at him.

"Okay, Mom," he said, walking out of the bathroom and into his room. When he got there he pushed the door partially closed, then sat on the bed and grinned.

"My mom just gave me a hand job, and I just gave her a facial!" he said to himself, grinning. "And tomorrow I think she's gonna do it again! Holy fuckin' shit!" he said, the grin getting bigger. He sat there for a few moments longer and then finished getting dressed, putting on a sleeveless shirt and his leather boat shoes. When he was finished getting dressed he walked out of his room and headed for the kitchen.

When he walked into the kitchen he saw his mom already sitting at the table, all cleaned up and wearing a clean shirt. Looking at her you never would have known that less than 15 minutes ago her face had been covered with his cum. He went over to the refrigerator and got out a soda, then walked over to the table and sat down.

"Here, give me that," his mom said, reaching out for the soda bottle. He gave it to her and she twisted the cap off, then handed it back to him.

"Thanks, Mom," he said, taking it from her and putting it to his lips to take a drink.

"Honey, there's one more thing we have to talk about," she said, looking at him with a serious look on her face as she held her coffee cup in both hands in front of her. She paused for a moment before continuing. "I know I'm stating the obvious, but I have to say this so please bear with me, okay, honey?" she asked, looking over at Jack.

"Sure, Mom," he replied. He had a feeling he knew what was coming, and he was right.

"No one can ever know about what happened in the bathroom," she said, intentionally using vague terms to speak about the hand job and facial that had just taken place. "And when I say no one, I mean absolutely no one. Not your best friend, not my best friend, not your girlfriend, and certainly not your father!" She was fully back into her 'mom mode' now, something that was not lost on Jack.

"I know, Mom," Jack replied, his voice soft. "Don't worry, I won't ever tell anyone about it, no matter what. It'll be our little secret, okay?" he said, trying to lighten the mood. It worked, because it made his mom smile.

"Thank you, honey, I knew you'd understand," she said, reaching out and patting his hand very lightly. Then she stood up from the table, picking up her coffee cup and carrying it over to the sink.

"What would you like for lunch, honey?" she asked as she put the cup in the sink.

"Grilled cheese sandwiches!" Jack said. He had a sudden desire for grilled cheese sandwiches and had no idea why.

"Grilled cheese sandwiches it is, then!" she said. "We've got a couple of hours before lunch, so I'm going to go run some errands and I'll fix lunch for you when I get back, okay, honey?" she said, turning to face him and leaning against the counter.

"Sounds good, Mom," Jack replied, getting up from the table and taking his soda with him. "I'll just go into the living room and chill on the couch, watch some TV and just take it easy."

"Okay, honey!" his mom replied. She walked over to him and kissed him on the cheek, then smiled at him.

"I love you, Jack," she said.

"I love you too, Mom," he replied. Then she turned and left, and Jack went into the living room and sat on the couch. He sat there for several moments after his mom had left, letting the events of the morning run through his head, a smile on his face. Then he picked up the remote and pointed it at the TV, turning it on.

The rest of the day passed uneventfully, with his mom acting as if nothing out of the ordinary had taken place that morning. But Jack did catch his mom stealing glances at his crotch every now and then throughout the rest of the day, and he had the idea that maybe tomorrow he'd put on his basketball shorts again so as to give her a better view.

'Yeah, that's what I'll do,' he thought to himself as he sat on the couch watching TV, his mother sitting in the chair next to the couch. 'After my mom gives me a bath and maybe another hand job, that is!'

When they went to bed that night they both found it hard to get to sleep, Jack because he was hoping that his mom would give him another soapy hand job and have him cum on her face again, and Marjorie because she could hardly wait to get her hands on her son's big dick again and make him come all over her face.

They were both smiling when they finally dropped off to sleep.

To be continued...