Mom plays Doctor
Mom plays Doctor
My name is Jason and the events described happened in 1987 at the age of 14. 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 down stairs 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 until 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.
"You 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.