Measuring my cum pt4

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The next two days, which were a Thursday and Friday, followed a very similar routine to the first day of mom helping measuring my cum.

Mom would take one specimen first thing when I got home, coming into my bathroom after I showered, whilst I stood naked in the bath. The other two times each evening, she would wank me off into the semen beaker whilst I lay on my bed.

Mom would take her bra off during our ‘sessions’ in the bathroom. Even better, she had also got into the habit of removing it and showing me her boobs whilst she wanked me off on the bed. I had requested this during one of our earlier sessions on the bed, although we hadn’t started off that way, and she seemed to be happy to continue with that extra bit of stimulation for me. It was incredibly exciting for me, watching her boobs jiggle and wobble whilst she wanked me off. She would let me touch them lightly, but only for a moment or two, until I became rock hard and virtually ready to cum straight away.

Just a few other things worth mentioning about our sessions, as the week had gone on.

Firstly, when mom came in to wank me off in the bathroom, she would always insist on ‘making sure I was clean’, as she would put it, even though she knew I would only call her in after I’d soaped and rinsed myself all over. She would rinse my dick and balls, taking the showerhead in one hand and spraying warm water over me whilst she stroked my cock, which would be hard or semi-hard by then, and then move on to my balls. After that, she would ask me to turn around so she could rinse my butt. Now, I don’t know for sure why she asked me to do that, because she didn’t need to do it for wanking me off, but I would comply, and she would always rub my buttocks up and down well, getting a good feel of them. I was sure she was doing that on purpose, because she enjoyed it, but I never said anything. It kind of turned me on to know she might be getting some pleasure out of it, if my suspicions were correct.

Secondly, when she would wank me off on the bed, although she always wore panties which were large enough to cover her pussy well, she would push the fabric at the back of those into her butt crack, so as to expose more of the flesh of her ass cheeks. Again, I used to find this extremely arousing. It got me thinking that, as she was doing this anyway, perhaps I could suggest she wear something like a thong, or g-string which would have the same visual effect, in a better way, but I hadn’t felt confident enough to say that so far. In any case, I didn’t know if she owned anything like that, or had worn such an item, even for when dad had been around.

Another thing was that, as the week had gone on, she seemed to have become much more relaxed about the whole thing. Originally, when Dr. Taylor had suggested mom help me get samples of my semen for accuracy in collection, she had been a bit twitchy and reluctant. But as each day went by, she became a bit more easy going with me. And not just about doing that, but also in our day-to-day conversations and how she behaved at home. She had become a bit less moody and temperamental. Also, she seemed to be wearing a bit more make-up around the house, and her hair seemed better kept, which I’d never noticed before.

She seemed to be changing. Maybe it was just a co-incidence and nothing to do with our cum measuring sessions. Or maybe it was.

As mom’s mood improved, I had also kept on thinking about how I might be able to push things a bit more in our sessions. I had become much less self-conscious about my body and being nude in front of her, and her seeing my erect dick. I desperately wanted to suck on her nipples and tits and kiss that wonderful backside of her’s. But I just couldn’t hink of a way to suggest that. And I didn’t want to push things too far, too quickly, just in case it all went wrong.

Although I had an inkling that mom might be getting some kind of secret sexual gratification out of our sessions, I couldn’t be sure, and didn’t want to ruin things in case she got angry with me, and stopped the whole thing. So I decided not to push it. I was still enjoying our sessions anyway. After all, how many son’s get the chance to actually see their mom semi nude, topless, wearing only panties, and feel up her tits and ass whilst she wanked them off! I should be grateful for what I was getting!

It still bothered me, though, why I had the ache in my balls everyday, until I had cum several times, and only then felt normal by the end of the day. I guess Dr Taylor would let us know after she had all the results. Mom had been keeping a daily note of how much cum I had been producing, noting down the measurements from the lines on the sides of the semen beaker, after each of our sessions. From what I remembered, Dr Taylor had said she would let us know the results of the blood tests early next week.

During our last session on Friday evening, after I had cum, but before saying goodnight mom said “We’ll have more time over the weekend,” kissed me on the cheek as she normally did, and went off to bed. As I drifted off to sleep, I kept on thinking what she had meant by that. Time would only tell!

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As I awoke next morning, sleepily, I looked at the lock radio on the bedside cabinet. It was 8.00 am. Feeling my semi hard-on, I realised mom hadn’t come in like she had been doing the last few mornings. Then I remembered it was Saturday. She must be having a lie in, like she normally did on weekends.

I turned over, nuzzled my face into the pillows, pulled my duvet up so it covered my face and curled back into the warmth and comfort of my bed. It was the best part of waking up on weekend mornings, nuzzling back into bed after just waking up.

I think I must have drifted off to another gentle sleep for a while. The next thing I knew, something was touching my arm and I heard my name.

“Jacob, come on sleepy head.”

I turned, opened my eyes and saw mom standing over me in her dressing gown and holding a mug in one hand.

“Morning, young man,” she said with a smile.

“Morning, mom,” I replied, smiling back.

“I’ve bought you some tea. As it’s the weekend, I thought we could do our first session in the bathroom whilst you shower.”

“Ok, mom” I replied. “Thanks for the tea” I added, sitting up and taking it from her hand. It had been ages since she had bought me tea in bed. Maybe this was sign of a good day to come.

She sat down on the bed next to me. “I’m going shopping after breakfast, so I’ll be out until about mid afternoon. What are you doing today?”

I hadn’t got anything planned so I said “Not much. I might go out later and meet up a few friends, but that won’t be till late afternoon, if I manage to get hold of someone on the phone. Why?”

“Oh, I just wanted to plan our sessions for today,” she said, looking at me hard in the eyes.