Embarrassed, I Had to Admit I Needed to Pee
I was embarrassed, but I had to tell her. I needed to pee.
"Oh dear! I can't believe I didn't think of that. What a fool I am!"
Mom jumped to her feet, twisting her body this way and that to loosen her tensed muscles. She'd been laboring all day and must have been exhausted, but as always, she showed that bright, spirited side of hers. I was so grateful for her.
"It'll be quick, so just hold on a sec, sweetie."
Mom stacked some stones under the shield to make a seat at the right height, then hugged me from behind and lifted me onto it.
"Good thing I jerked you off earlier."
"H-Hey, Mom! Why bring that up out of nowhere?!"
I snapped at her, flustered by the sudden mention of the handjob.
"What's wrong with it? I'm your mom. Hehe. You get all feisty and cute like that."
Mom gazed at me with such affection, like she really found me adorable, and pinched my cheek. Then she pulled my dick out of my panties. She must have gotten so casual about handling her son's cock that she could joke about jerking me off. I watched her do it, feeling a twisted mix of shame and anticipation, but with the movement restriction in place, there was nothing I could do. I just stared.
Mom gently gripped the shaft of my exposed dick and said,
"Go ahead and pee, son. I'll aim it, so you just relax and let it out."
Mom was holding my dick. In any normal situation, I'd be too tense to go, but right now I was on the verge of bursting. I just let loose.
"Whoa— you were holding it in so bad, huh? Now I feel guilty."
Mom watched my thick stream with admiration. Then she moved my dick around, shaking the flow side to side.
"Mom! Cut it out!"
I couldn't move, so getting mad was the only way to resist her teasing.
"Hehe, sorry. I overdid the playfulness, didn't I? I just wanted to help you relax."
Mom apologized and simply held my dick steady. I'd held it so long that it took forever to finish. But it did end eventually, and she even shook it off neatly with her hand for a clean finish.
"Don't hold it in next time just because I'm tired—tell me right away, okay, son?"
"...Yeah."
With the pee out of the way, the tension melted away. I fell asleep right away, and morning came in a flash.
Mom must have felt bad about yesterday because today she kept checking in if I needed to pee while she worked.
"Alright, son, time to head out."
By afternoon, the sled to drag me on was complete. Mom said we'd move right away.
"You got this, Mom!"
Mom pulled on the vines she'd braided into ropes instead of actual rope and started walking forward. I rode atop the shield, feeling the vibrations as it scraped along the ground. Our mother-son trek had begun, and night was approaching.
I'd felt both Mom's fragility and her greatness during the journey so far.
Thanks, Mom. I'll do my best for you too.
Our first steps weren't easy, but Mom dragged the sled without rest until the sun vanished. Watching this delicate woman refuse to give up, I felt with every fiber of my being just how incredible a mother could be.
**
"Huff. Huff. Huff."
Three days had passed. Mom was still dragging me on the shield.
Good thing this is the Tower.
Over those three days, we'd headed north. The distance would have been nothing if I could walk, but it felt endlessly far. Still, the map let us calculate our goal without despair, and Mom's healer powers prevented blisters or wounds from breaking her down physically. This was only possible because we were in the Tower.
"That's enough for today, son."
"You did great, Mom."
"I'll wash up at the stream nearby—call if you need me."
"Okay. Go ahead."
We were almost there. We'd taken the new path north, and the map showed the end drawing near.
Is it the people? Or me, this useless son?
Mom was like a noble lady—elegant and refined, the kind who'd never done rough work in her life. Yet she'd endured days of this grueling trek pulling me along. At first, I just pitied her and felt grateful, but seeing her adapt so capably sparked wicked thoughts in my head.
Ah— I want to.
I couldn't move, but my functions worked fine. My senses were heightened to the extreme, my dick included.
"Any discomfort, son?"
Mom rushed back from the stream, dripping wet. The sight was insanely erotic.
"..."
I didn't answer. I just quietly shifted my gaze to my dick.
It was a move hoping Mom would follow my eyes to my erection. She approached. I knew my intent had landed.
"You're backed up bad."
"...Yeah."
I hadn't begged outright, but the mood and my look said it all.
I averted my eyes, feeling awkward and sorry.
"I should have noticed first. Sorry."
"Nah. I don't know why I'm so healthy."
"That's a good thing. Way better than being sick, so don't talk like that, got it?"
"...Okay."
"Let me see how spirited you are today."
Mom announced it and pulled down my panties. My rock-hard dick sprang out. She said nothing at the sight of the massive erection—just stared quietly, then gripped and stroked it.
Shlick. Shlick. Shlick. Shlick.
Mom's hand softly pumped the shaft. It was always the same rhythm.
Shlick. Shlick. Shlick. Shlick.
She didn't stop, and my dick tingled, leaking precum. Spotting the clear fluid, she rubbed her thumb over the head to tease it.
Shlick. Shlick. Shlick. Shlick.
Ah— feels so good.
The warmth of Mom's hand stroking my dick brought pleasure too hard to describe. I melted into it, letting dirty thoughts flow.
I don't think I can jerk off by myself anymore.
After tasting Mom's touch, solo felt lame. I loved her handjobs too much.
"Son, when you're about to cum, just let it go right away, okay?"
"Y-Yeah."
She noticed I was trying to hold back and told me not to. I said I would, but I dragged it out anyway. I felt bad for Mom after her hard day, but having already bared my dick to her, I just wanted to savor the thrill as long as possible.
Shlick. Shlick. Shlick. Shlick. Shlick. Shlick.
Time passed. The urge built; climax was close. Mom didn't know, or she wouldn't have ducked her head down.
N-No way!
Mom's face headed toward my dick. My excitement exploded.
*Slurp.*
Mom's actually sucking my dick!
Her lips engulfed me. I shivered at the sensation of my cock sliding into her mouth.
*Slurp. Slurp.*
Now her mouth swirled the head around. I blanked out, wondering if this was real. That delay made my pent-up load erupt.
*Spurt. Spurt. Spurt.*
Massive ropes of cum—even as I shot, I felt how much there was. All of it flooded Mom's mouth. She held it there, looked up, and met my eyes.
She's hesitating.
She could just spit it out. But she agonized. It was her son's cum—could she really?
Swallow it. I want to see that.
I gazed at her innocently. Our eyes locked, and she gulped it down.
"Taste good?"
I knew it didn't, but I was curious what she'd say.
"No, I just checked how healthy you are."
"What does the healer think of her son's cum?"
Mom wasn't a cum expert, obviously. Still, I asked.
"It's thick. Means you're healthy, right?"
She pondered seriously, her face so lovable I might've tugged her cheek or ear if I could move.
"Mom."
"Yeah?"
"I'm not done."
She'd sucked me off to make me cum and even swallowed. I didn't want to hide my desire anymore.
Mom glanced at my dick at "not done." It was already hard again, of course.
"My boy's so healthy."
**
Dawn broke. Mom, drenched in sweat, halted before the long straight path ahead.
"Son, the end's in sight. Just a bit longer."
She resumed dragging her son—me—taking those weary steps. I advanced easily, fueled by her sweat.