Can You Help Mommy

Fbailey story number 536


Can You Help Mommy


I was in my bed and almost asleep, when I heard Mom calling to me. “Honey, can you help Mommy?”

Now I cannot remember the last time that my mother referred to herself as Mommy. I got out of bed with just my tiny brief underwear on. She bought them for me and she washes them so I might as well let her see me in them.

I left my bedroom, walked down the hall to her bedroom, and turned the doorknob but nothing happened. It was locked. I called out, “It’s locked.” From inside the room she replied, “Find a way to get in here, it’s starting to hurt.”

I gave it very little thought before I stepped back and kicked the door just under the doorknob with the bottom of my foot. The wood splintered and the door flew open. There inside the room was my mother, she was naked, and she was impaled on her bottom bedpost. It was stuck up inside her pussy. I looked at the other bedpost in disbelief. It was humongous. It was shaped like a pineapple with a slightly pointed top, scaled sides, and a slight indent about six-inches down the post before it rounded out. Mom was well below the indent.

Mom said, “I need to get up higher but I can’t manage it. Can you go get some hard covered books from the shelf in the living room? Get more than a foot worth and bring them back up here.”

I could see that Mom was in pain but I couldn’t help looking at her naked body. I had never seen her fully naked before, though I had caught a glimpse of her bare ass once. Her breasts were nice and full, her tummy was slightly rounded, and her butt protruded nicely. My cock hardened in my tight underwear and Mom smiled. Then she said, “If you help me with my problem, I’ll help you with your problem.”

I smiled and then I went downstairs to get the books. We had an old encyclopedia so I grabbed as many as I could carry and rushed back up to Mom.

She smiled when I came in but I knew it was just to cover up the fact that she was in pain. I stacked up three books by each of her feet and stood up to support her. I had her lift one foot while I slipped that stack under her with my foot. I went to the other side to do the same thing and support her again. Mom was about four to five inches taller then but she still had trouble getting her pussy up off from the post. At least she was up enough to relieve the pain.

She said, “Open that drawer over there and get my tube of K-Y Jelly for me.”

I got it and then I watched as Mom squeezed some out onto her fingers and then she rubbed them on the post right below her pussy. I then watched as Mom lowered herself and raised herself up. She was fucking the post again but apparently to lubricate her insides so that she could get up and off from it.

That wasn’t working so I put another book under each foot and then I took the tube and rubbed the stuff around the post. I rubbed her pussy lips too in the process. She got up above the indent but she couldn’t get up over the pineapple yet. Two more books under each foot, some more lubricant, and with my help she finally got up.

Mom said, “Thank you. I thought that it was a good idea at the time but then I couldn’t get up on my tiptoes and get off it.”

I said, “It was huge, I can’t believe that it fit in there.”

Mom replied, “I’ve had bigger things in there.”

I asked, “Like what?”

She smiled and said, “You!