Mom plays Doctor

A 17 year old boy gets more than he bargained for when following his circumcision his mom has to help removing his stitches.


Author’s Note: Due to the events described below the names of the persons have all been changed. Any similarities are purely coincidental.


My name is Jason and the events described happened in 1987 at the age of 16. I was brought up on a bog standard council estate living in a 3 bedroom house with my parents who were more or less happily married.

The problem started 2 years earlier when as I used to go to the toilet and found that I was pissing over me and the seat due to a tightening foreskin. The problem became so bad in a short space of time that I had to squat down like a woman so I could take a piss without causing a mess over me. In the end it got so bad that I told my dad who then took me down the doctors who said in no uncertain terms that I would need a circumcision to correct the problem. After 18 months (normal N.H.S. waiting times) I had the operation and was sent back home after 2 days with the surgeon saying I could take the stitches out by myself after a week. If I had any problems I should see my G.P.

Well after a week I found that I was having trouble trying to taking out my stitches due to the fact I was left- handed and finding it difficult to manipulate the tweezers and scissors. To cap it all I was having a serious case of blue-balls as I’d been unable to masturbate while the stitches were inside, every time I tried they’d give me agony no matter how gentle I’d try to be. It was the school holidays and in the afternoon I came downstairs to watch a war film that was going to start. Mom watched me come into the front room clearly struggling with the stitches inside me.

“Haven’t you cut those stitches out yet Jay?”

“No mom!” I replied as I sat gingerly on the sofa.

“Why not? the surgeon told you you could take them out after seven days!”

“I know mom but there awkward to get to, and besides I’m going down the doctors Monday to get them sorted.”

“Monday!” mom answered sternly. “That’s after the weekend . . . Jesus why don’t you let me take a look for you and save you waiting till Monday?”

Feeling uncomfortable I said

“Nah, it’s ok, I can wait ’til Monday.”

“Why not? You don’t need to feel embarrassed I’ve seen your dads enough times.” I answered back knowing what it was like arguing with mom, she was like a dog with a bone when she had an opinion.

“That’s different.”

“How?” mom responded.

“Once you’ve seen one you’ve seen them all, besides you’ve all got the same plumbing.” Then she started to chuckle knowing I was getting really embarrassed and losing the argument.

I continued, “It is that’s why, you and dad are married and sleep together.” basically another way of saying that they were having sex.

“So?” mom came back. “Ya know? you’re allowed to touch each other, that’s why! Moms are not allowed to touch their sons down there.” Mom then came back again.

“I know that, all I’m going to do is cut them out for you, I know that you’re worried in case you get a hard-on in front of me, and in any other situation it wouldn’t happen but you shouldn’t be, it’s a normal reflex action, in fact I’d find it a little bit flattering!” then mom chuckled again.

I sat there for a few moments trying to watch the film then mom piped up again.

“Up for it? the quicker we get started the quicker we can get it done, besides you dad won’t be back until 6, we’ve got the whole house to ourselves so we won’t be disturbed.”Finding I was getting boxed into a corner I snapped back.

“Ok! if you’re so keen, YOU TAKE YOUR CLOTHES OFF THEN!” thinking that would stop her in her tracks. Instead mom replied

“Of course I will, I’ve got nothing to be embarrassed about.” Then started laughing knowing that she’d called my bluff.

Dumbfounded, I watched the TV despite being oblivious to what was going on in the film contemplating what mom had just said, not only will mom be messing around with my cock, but she’ll be completely naked doing it. Cum started to fill my balls, as I thought to myself. ‘Jesus Christ’ realising the implications of this, most boys would give their rights arms to be in this position.

“Well?” mom said “It’ll only take a few minutes!”

I nodded in agreement as mom grabbed her cigs and went into the kitchen to fetch the scissors and tweezers she’d need in the next half an hour. She then returned and poked her head around the door and asked me to follow her upstairs which I did, all the time my heart beating 10 to the dozen.

Now let me tell you about my mom. At the time she was 35, 5’ft 11in with a slim build (that’s where I eventually got my height from) with a size 14 hip despite giving birth to me, with a 34C bust and shoulder length brunette hair. I know her stats from her panties and bra’s which I did like any other boy at my age has done and looked at in her bedroom, even trying various ones on. The panties that have a sort of see through effect in the pubic area were my favourite.

At around the age of 11 I became aware of my parents having sex. Mom was very vocal when she cum, but due to not having had sex education, my school didn’t show us until the age of 12, I was not privy to the mechanics of it only hear say. It was also around this time that I started to masturbate properly. When hearing mom having sex, I used to find myself becoming erect listening to her cum.

Later I found out that I knew when mom was starting to cum even before she started to groan. Her fanny used to go wet as it started making a slapping sound as dad thrust inside her, which I could hear even though I was next door. It was only a matter of time when mom was having sex, I could rub my cock at the same time as the headboard banged against the wall, thus I could time my cum at he same time as mom’s, this gave me the most intense orgasms possible.

Up to the age of 12 I’d never seen my mom naked. It never had bothered me much, as I’d never intentionally tried to spot her naked although admittedly it was one of those rites of passage that every son, sooner or later will see their mom naked. I’d spent numerous school days with my friends all talking about how they’d seen their moms naked in various situations. I would’ve started to feel left out but fate dealt me a good hand the night I saw mom naked for the first time.

I got up out of bed one night to go to the toilet and walked up the hall to the bathroom, being half asleep, I didn’t notice that mom had just finished having a bath. Unknown to me it transpired it was normal for mom to walk from the bathroom to her bedroom naked. All of a sudden and without warning the bathroom door opened and she came out without wearing any clothes apart from a bath towel that she had in her hands. As I stopped dead in my tracks, mom didn’t see me at first then looked up in sheer horror knowing that she was exposing herself to me. Dropping her towel in shock mom screamed

“Ooohhh! Jason! . . . Shit! . . . Shit! . . I didn’t see you there!” as she fled past me as quick as she could into her bedroom.

Seeing your first naked woman, especially if it’s your own mom is a sight to behold, it was only a few seconds but it was enough to take in the view. Her pert tits, her areole weren’t that big but her nipples were gorgeous, at least an inch or so in length and the same in diameter. Her curvy hips which showed off her legs then there was her pubic area, mom had an absolutely gorgeous hairy fanny and lips, some men don’t like sticky out fanny lips but I thought that they were as sexy as hell.

At the top of the stairs I asked mom which room we were going in, she said hers as mine had no space in there, you couldn’t swing a cat in mine. On entering the bedroom mom walked around the bed to the other side of the room next to the dresser. She then placed her cigs, lighter, scissors and tweezers on the bedside cabinet. My heart continued to pound as mom facing the dresser with her back to me started to strip.

First she pulled her tee-shirt over her head and let it fall to the floor, exposing her back and bra straps, then leaning forward her arms came around her back she undid her bra which went limp then fell to the floor. Then it was the turn of her jeans and panties, her hand moved to her crotch area as she unbuttoned her jeans and lowered the zip.

Her hands then headed for her hips which she then hooked her thumbs between her hips and her jeans themselves, she gave them a quick tug allowing them to fall freely to the floor allowing me to see her arse and legs.