Pico being bathed by mother

Until he was 13 years old, Pico was allowed to sleep naked in his mother's bed. There was nothing wrong with that, they both slept naked since ever. After switching off the lights, they loved to give each other a hot hug and snuggle up to each other before wishing each other a good night! then she would lie on her side with her back to him. She had pushed him back angrily every time he felt her front, her breasts, her pubic area. That was sinful, she hissed as she vigorously placed his hand on her buttocks, that didn't seem sinful. Still, he groped her front every night. He caressed her bare back and flat, round ass every night as he masturbated and pressed his cock close to her buttocks. He always squirted into her butt crease or into the darkness below. She only said it was a sin during the day, at night she said nothing and would stretch her butt cheeks out for him to cum easily. As he got older, he always masturbated twice or more. At some point, he discovered that she masturbated very quickly after he fell asleep, or sometimes sooner, before he squirted the last time. She never talked about their nocturnal furtive activity.

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Since Pico no longer slept with his mother, the days dragged on, school was no longer the center of his life, rather the afternoons, which regularly alternated between play and prayer, but of course but also obsessive masturbation. On his 13th birthday, he was given his own room, the one that usually functioned as a guest room. guest room. It was the one in which he had spied on Aunt Lila and her lover a few times earlier.

Pico went regularly to church to pray at the feet of his favorite saints, but the sin grew stronger and stronger in him, no matter how long he prayed for it repentantly. At some point, his mother had managed to warn him against this mortal sin.

He came home after school, ate his lunch quickly and greedily, and retreated to his room to satisfy himself immediately — quickly, hastily, and still half dressed. This he called the little onanism. Often, however, he had appointments for soccer or other games and postponed the big onanism to the evening and the night. Of course, he always had a guilty conscience afterwards, but he prayed diligently and asked God, St. Theresa and all the saints for forgiveness for his carnal sins.

Mostly he took a break in the afternoon to still do the homework — or at least part of it — then he undressed and masturbated as he pleased until he had had enough. A few times he was unlucky, though, because his mother caught him masturbating. Pico was terribly embarrassed and got a red head, but so did she.

The first time his mother stood under the door and watched him, then she came to the bed and carefully wiped the semen from his thighs with the bed sheet. Then she very lovingly told him to ask God to forgive him for his sin, God would understand it well, because we are all just weak people. Pico shivered because he was naked and sinful, and whispered that he was sorry with all his heart and that he would regret it with all his heart and that he would certainly never do it again.

But this was impossible, even though he prayed about it really earnestly and godly. An overpowering force forced him to commit this sin every day, so praying was of little help.

After a few days she again came surprisingly into the room and burst into his afternoon pleasure. He faltered under her stern gaze, stopped masturbating and covered himself bashfully with the sheet. But he became increasingly defiant and said — why did she have to come in, too, when she knew exactly, what he wanted to do? She had almost always been there when Aunt Lila had bathed and masturbated him, so she must know what he was doing? Doesn't she remember, that until 13 he squirted every night into the dark space below her butt crease? And when the Ambuschs lived with them ... He went on, although she blushed terribly and stopped, unsure of what to do. When he had finished, she went quietly out.

She was ashamed of herself for watching him so clumsily, and from then on she only crept quietly into the adjoining bathroom and opened the little hatch a crack, then stood behind it motionless and silently and looked in at him — about the way they had looked at that time had watched Aunt Lila and her lover together. Pico ostentatiously sat down on the bed with his legs apart, pretending not to notice that she was standing there with a flushed face. She had slipped one hand under her skirt and was rubbing herself as she watched. Initially he still felt a vague fear, but it excited him immensely to be naked in front of her; he was mostly already in the middle of masturbating when she crept to the peephole. Sometimes, of course, Pico just imagined she was there. But even when she wasn't there, he listened for any sound and rubbed with relish, getting excited at the thought that she might be watching him. Pico rubbed and rubbed on and on until he had to squirt, deliberately turning as he squirted so that she could see everything, if she was there at all.

Later, he always sat upside down on the bed, at the edge of the bed and his face turned toward the bathroom. He would sit very close to the peephole, completely naked, and masturbate while sitting. Then he blinked and under his eyelashes he glanced furtively at the little sliding door and saw her eyes. He felt that very special horniness again when he showed himself naked to her and always masturbated for a very long time until he imagined or thought he heard that his mother had finished masturbating and went out again quietly.

Never speaking of it again, she forbade nothing and let him. Somehow it seemed that sometimes she really wanted to see it and he really wanted to show himself naked, only that was not allowed to happen completely openly happen; Pico vaguely suspected that it had something to do with that secret when they overheard Aunt Lila and her lover and his mother had rubbed herself to the point of trembling. It drove her, in spite of her prudish embarrassment and godliness to watch him again and again, and he had to be almost compulsively exhibitionistic in masturbating in front of her, although she only from time to time spied on him.

Pico's prayers became more and more desperate, his sins more and more frequent. How could he kneel before the statue of St. Theresa, when a few minutes before or after he masturbated, indulging in the lowest of all of carnal sins? How could he be God‐fearing if he took advantage of his mother's conflict as often as he could? Oh, Saints, forgive me poor sinner, Amen! Pico closed his eyes and thought of the masturbation in his mother's marital bed; of his fantasies of fucking her and of that one time when he was very unsure if it had been just a fantasy...

Days later, as Pico sat in the bathtub, thinking quite longingly of Aunt Lila while he washed himself, he called for his mother to please soap his back. She came, looked sheepishly at his stiff cock and silently soaped his back, rubbing his chest with the washcloth. When she soaped his thighs, unintentionally grazing his cock, Pico immediately had an unprovoked ejaculation; his mother jerked back and looked puzzled at the cock, which spurted of its own accord. Only after a pause did she approach again and finished washing him. At first he wanted to die of shame, but then he said defiantly that in the past Aunt Lila had also bathed and rubbed him. Besides, she knew all about it, since he had been allowed to sleep with her in the past — Pico let the sentence hang loosely in the air, because he did not dare to be more specific and watched the panic‐stricken butterflies fleeing in her eyes. The mother nodded as if absent‐mindedly and looked very uncertain. "Besides, I so more often do bathe," Pico put cheekily calculating after.

Several days passed before she answered his call from the bathroom again. But she only soaped his back more and avoided any touch that would have aroused him further. Nevertheless, after some time he again almost burst with horniness and now himself spread the foam on his his abdomen, rubbing the cock with foam. Pico's mother immediately dropped the washcloth, went over to his room and fiddled nervously in the linen box. Pico, meanwhile, was almost bursting with excitement and immediately started masturbating after she went into the other room. He paid no attention to the loud splashing he was making and became much more excited because his Mother looked up from her fiddling and looked over. Later, as he sank back wearily and rested his head on the bathtub, she came back in and reminded him to pray after bathing and to ask forgiveness for this self‐abuse. Then she stroked his head and murmured in bigoted despair that he was such a good boy after all.

In the weeks that followed, she usually shook her head vigorously when he called her to soap up; go ahead, she called back, I'm busy! She came less and less often to bathe Pico, for she was ill and sometimes felt so broken and miserable that she only sat down exhaustedly beside him on the stool to soap him in front, on his chest and legs. Pico somehow came to realize that she was afraid of the situation when he looked at her; when he closed his eyes while doing so, she was less afraid and stayed, perhaps because she felt herself less watched.

As time went by, Pico became familiar with the situation and waited until the excitement became almost unbearably strong while being lathered. His ailing mother, who had soaped his chest, exhausted and tired, shook her head in mute exasperation as Pico leaned back with his eyes closed afterwards, began to masturbate slowly and deliberately, thinking of Aunt Lila. Nevertheless, she watched in fascination and absentmindedly ran back and forth with the washcloth on his thigh and stopped abruptly when he squirted. She watched his squirting completely and held her breath until it was completely over. Sometimes she would stroke his head afterwards, "My big, stupid boy!"

A few days passed again until the mother gave in again and came to soap him up. Again Pico waited until she had soaped his whole body, until the excitement had increased to infinity, before he closed his eyes and began to masturbate. Suddenly, his sister burst in just as he was about to squirt. His mother immediately bent over him and covered his cock with both hands. Pico, already deeply immersed in his phantasies, masturbated faster and faster, causing a loud, rapid splashing in the water. Then the mother said said somewhat gruffly over her shoulder to her sister that she should wait outside, that she could see that her brother was being bathed! Monika had grasped the situation with a glance, because Pico was masturbating all the time, completely out of it, and exactly at that moment his cock exploded. The mother remained rigid, he continued to rub violently and squirted into her warm, protective hands. She clenched her lips as it spilled in bursts into her palm and slowly out between her fingers. Monika turned to go, grumbling; but only after the door had closed completely behind her sister did her mother let go of him and wash the semen from her fingers. "This is going to put me in my grave," she muttered, "I hope Monika didn't catch anything!"

Once again, Pico bathed alone for a while because his mother had said she preferred him to bathe alone. Pico simply did not understand why she sometimes as if under compulsion came, and at other times remained steadfastly away. Her ambivalence had been bothering him ever since he caught her watching voyeuristically, ever since he knew that she watched Aunt Lila's emergency treatments compulsively and curiously, always rubbing herself under the skirt. Pico instinctively sensed that she liked to watch and yet at the same time suspected the lash of bigoted prudery that was mercilessly lashing out at her.

One day, nevertheless, she came again and soaped him up. Pico remained sitting stock‐still for a few minutes, between the mixed mills of wanting to exhibit and a diffuse fear, while his mother patiently washed his thighs and legs, looking at him a few times in between. She looked at him a few times, embarrassed; she knew what would happen next. She looked at his hard‐on and then back at his face, trying to estimate when it would be so far. After a short while, Pico was so horny that he absolutely had to masturbate. His mother stopped washing his legs and remained sitting stock‐still. Her face reflected curiosity and sheer lust, but also insecurity and desperation, while he masturbated. Only, when it finally splashed, her rigidity dissolved.

Pico suffered agony, for he had now become an exhibitionist and onanist through and through, sinful and depraved, although his mother only rarely came up in the afternoon to "catch" him masturbating in the room and also left him alone more and more often when bathing. Sometimes, however, she gave in to the inner compulsion and soaped him up. When he started his act, she wanted to get up and go out, but he held her back by the hand, clutching her hand. She sat down with her back to the door on the stool and covered the view of his monstrosity, but was somehow infected by his arousal and remained as if hypnotized. She remained silent and restrained until Pico was ready, pressing a hand to her sick, aching heart, because it was pounding so hard. As Pico's arousal rose, he pulled her hand onto his cock, which she was reluctant to allow at first. Then he pulled her warm palm to his testicles to feel the warmth and her gentle stroking while he masturbated; felt the warm touch of her hand, pressed the glans against her palm, and masturbated as fast as he could. When it came, he looked gasping into the face of his Mother's face, which seemed almost forbidding as he squirted it all into her hand and let it spill over her fingers. When he let go and sank back, she would pull her hand back almost in disgust and wash it. She said nothing, though, and just shook her head in exasperation before leaving.

Pico grew bolder each time after Monika told him her mother's secrets during her sneakings and cleverly chose the time to to tell the mother. His horniness stopped at nothing: he blackmailed and forced her to masturbate him by hand. She froze to Stone, but Pico kept talking until he guessed that he had won and she had almost given up her inner resistance. The first time she did it very, very hesitantly, and Pico noticed how hard it was for her. Because it was too slow for him, he pressed his cock into her palm and rubbed very quickly himself. He held her hand vigorously so that she could not pull it away while he squirted into the palm. She didn't like that much though, and she reluctantly let it happen.

Surprisingly, his naughty blackmail worked, and she seemed to find it easier and easier. By no means did she want to repeat Lila's long, seething procedures, but to get it over with as quickly as possible. The procedure, repeated three or four times a week, almost always remained the same: he looked meaningfully at his mother before going into the bathroom and sitting in the tub. She also no longer stood shyly beside him, but sat next to the tub and leaned over him. Still, she seemed impassive, while she rubbed him quickly and skillfully to orgasm in the following months — if she had been curious and excited before, she now seemed serious and matter‐of‐fact like a workman simply doing his job. The shy, anxious play had become become disillusioned seriousness. She rubbed Pico quickly, who splashed after a short time — it went easier, she thought, than it ever did with the peasant in the black market or with Don Aldo. It went easier, she thought, when one had sold one's soul to the devil. Every time she had to think back to the time when Pico still had to had to sleep in her bed, masturbating and pressing his cock on her butt crease and squirting from behind on her cunt.

Pico became bolder as time went on and palpated her breast while she masturbated him. Anna Maria involuntarily thought of Don Aldo as he held onto her thighs or her buttocks and made Pico squirt violently while she sighed in thought. Anna Maria closed her eyes and kept thinking about what it had been like with Don Aldo when Pico clawed into her breast in orgasm. When he first reached under her housedress, she resisted silently and futilely and not really seriously, for he remained persistent in his horniness and groped her nakedness, although at first he felt great fear in doing so. Pico, who in the past would never have dared to touch her cunt, now touched her clumsily and erratically. More and more often she let herself be carried away by her fantasies and dreamed that it was Don Aldo who was groping her, while she quickly gave it to Pico. Surrendered, she got used to the fact that in his excitement he touched her completely shamelessly before he squirted and said nothing even when the impudent boy inserted his finger into her vagina. She sat with her legs wide apart so that he would not hurt her and let him. She had finally given up.

Once she murmured that Aunt Lila had probably been right, but Pico didn't understand the connection and was also just too busy with himself.

All this stopped abruptly when his mother became seriously ill and was hospitalized.