Robert gets to know his mom [Fm] [Ageplay] [mild incest (no sex)] [masturbation] [pregnancy/childbirth] [lactation] (Part 3 of 4)

Title: Robert gets to know his mom

Part 3

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Includes [Fm] [Ageplay] [mild incest (no sex)] [masturbation] [pregnancy/childbirth] [lactation]

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======= Part III ==========

Mom was released home 2 days later, and we all started to settle

into a new routine. 3 days after we got home, Grandma was

released too. She came to the house to briefly see the baby, but

the internist who had been treating her had said that she

shouldn’t stay in the house with a newborn, just in case she was

infectious. Grandma was extremely concerned that she could harm

my brother, and she insisted that my Dad drive her home straight

away to recover. Mom had been home 5 days, and things had

starting to get back to normal, so she said Dad could go, and I

would help her out as needed.

Dad gave me some instructions on things that were needed around

the house. I got a crash course on diapering a baby. I learned

how to swaddle them. I learned how to sooth them.

Mom was still recovering from what turned out to be a somewhat

significant loss of blood after delivery. She was as close as one

can be to needed a transfusion without actually getting one.

Because of this, she was still slow around the house and didn’t

move out of bed for hours at a time, saying that she was just

exhausted.

Dad left with Grandma for the 12 hour drive home. He planned to

stay with her for 1, or maybe 2 days, to ensure she was settled

in, and then drive home. (She couldn’t fly due to the pulmonary

effusion.)

An hour or two after dad left, Mark woke up from his nap. Mom was

in bed and called for me to bring Mark to her. I picked up Mark

from his crib and brought him into mom’s room where she was

leaning on a few pillows against her headboard.

“Oh, someone is hungy again!” Mom said.

I knew that mom had been breastfeeding Mark since he was born,

but i hadn’t seen anything even close to a boob since i’d been

home. Dad had either shooed me out of teh room, or he had said

things like “Mary, make sure that nursing cover-up is pulled all

the way down, please.” Mom did as he requested and made sure to

always be covered up when nursing.

However, when i brought Mark into her room this first time, she

didn’t shoo me away. She didn’t put on a big nursing cover-up.

She just said “Ok, Robert, thanks. That’s all for now.”

I stood to turn around right and leave right as she pulled down

her nursing gown and bra. I couldn’t really stand there since she

had made it clear that she didn’t need me and I was to go. But i

was able to look just long enough to got a very nice view of her

distended nipple and large areola. I tried to think of some

reason to stop and ask her a question just so i could get another

look, but i couldn’t think of anything, and had to walk out. When

i left her room, i went directly to mine to masturbate. It took

me all of 3 minutes of thinking about her boob and nipple to

climax and ejaculate into my hand towel i keep by the bed.

I laid in bed until I heard mom call out for me again, this time

to change Mark’s diaper. I quickly cleaned myself up and went

back into her room. Mom’s nursing gown that she had been wearing

was gone, and she was just in her bra, with the covers pulled up

to her waist. She said that Mark had spit up on her gown, so she

took it off. Seeing mom in the bra wasn’t, in and of itself, very

titillating, but it was something that she never, NEVER, would

have done before, with or without Dad at home.

I changed Mark and cleaned him up before placing him in his

swinging bassinet. He got fussy after a few minutes, so i picked

him up to walk around the house with him. When we walked by Mom’s

room, she was trying to pick up her dirty gown from the floor,

but i could see that she was holding on to the bed in such a way

that it was clear to me that she wasn’t feeling well.

“Mom, are you ok?” I asked

“Um, i’m not sure. I got up to put the dirty clothes in the

basket, but felt dizzy as soon as i bent down.”

“Don’t sweat it mom. Can i trade the baby for your dirty

clothes?”

She laughed and said sure, she’d take teh baby if i take the

dirty clothes. I said i’d run a wash then come back in and check

on them in a few minutes.

I brought her basket of clothes to the laundry room on the first

floor. I started the water running and put in the first of the

clothes. The basket was pretty full, and had a few days worth of

clothes in it. I’m not sure if mom didn’t remember it, or perhaps

thought that Dad had taken care of them, but i came across three

pairs of her pairs of panties that had bright red blood stains in

the crotch. I wasn’t exactly sure what was happening, but it did

cause me some concern. However, Mom seemed to be OK as long as

she was in bed, so i didn’t want to make too big a deal out of

this. I was also a little uncomfortable telling mom I had looked

at the crotch in her panties. I ran all the laundry and went back

to my room to do some homework.

Mom called me an hour later and said i needed to change Mark

again and put him down. She was just finishing feeding him when i

walked in. She was now wearing a tee-shirt over her nursing bra.

The tee-shirt had to be pushed up over the boob that she was

nursing from. She made eye contact with me, but didn’t seem to

mind that I was watching her finish nursing.

“Are you ready to change him? He’s pretty sleepy, so go quickly

or he’ll wake up.”

“Will do. i’ll just change him here on your bed, ok?”

“Sure, of course honey.”

As she pulled off Mark, i got another great look at her large

areola and nipple. She handed him to me at teh edge of her bed

without yet covering herself up. She eventually pulled up her

nursing bra flap, but only after helping me get him into position

and a diaper from her side of the bed. I tried really hard not to

stare, but it was difficult for a 13-year old not to!

“Woops, guess I need to keep this covered up. Your dad would kill

me if he saw me hanging out like that.”

I put Mark to bed, and went to bed myself. 4 or 5 hours later, i

heard him crying, so woke up to get him so that Mom wouldn’t have

to. I brought him in to her, and she was still asleep.

“Mom, Mark is hungry. Can you feed him now?”

“Umpf. I’m tired. Guess i have to, though. Help me get this

tee-shirt up”

Although i was half-asleep, i suddenly realized that Mom has

asked me to help her get partly undressed.

“Mom, should you take it off so it’s out of the way? Or just push

it up?”

“Either way, just help me move it. I don’t really have to energy

to move much.”

I suppose i was being a letcher, but i decided that it was best

for my mom to remove the tee-shirt completely. I put Mark down on

the bed and reached to help my mom pull off her tee-shirt. She

only half sat up, and I had to wiggle the shirt a fair amount to

get it off of her.

“Thansk. Not sure I could have done that without you. Give me the

baby.”

Fortunately I had left the light on in my room, so there was just

a little light in Mom’s room. My eyes were adjusting now, and I

was able to see her in her bra. She pulled down one of the flaps

before I had even handed her the baby. Her eyes were closed, and

I could tell she wanted to fall right back asleep.

“Can you put him up here on my breast, please?”

“Oh, sure, I guess”

I brought the baby up to her boob, but before putting his lips on

her nipple, I took a moment to stare and take in the sight. I was

sitting 2 feet from my mom, her eyes closed, nipple hard and

almost ready to leak out some milk. Mark started to cry a bit so

I had to bring him up to latch on.

“Thanks honey. I’m not sure how I would have gotten up to get him

if you weren’t here.”

“no problem Mom, glad to help. Shall I wait here so I can take

him back when he’s done?”

“oh, yes, please do. He normally only drinks a little bit at

night and will be back asleep in a few minutes.”

Sure enough, in just two or three minutes, Mark was almost

asleep. Mom switched sides to keep her milk flow even.

For some reason, she didn’t fold back the flap covering the first

breast. She just left it uncovered.

I moved just slightly to the side so that if she opened her eyes,

I wouldn’t be right in front of her staring. My eyes had fully

adjusted to the light, and I was now starting at a perfect

nipple.

It was long and hard. Perhaps as long as ½”. The aerola was

brownish-pink and shaped sort of like an egg – rounded on top and

bottom, and longer on the sides.

I couldn’t see too much detail in the light, but just knowning

that I was looking at forbidden fruit just inches from me was

delightful. If I had touched my penis at all, I would have

ejaculated in my underwear.

“I think he’s sleeping” I heard mom say, as I looked up and saw

her looking at me. She pulled him off and closed up both sides of

her bra flaps.

“Oh, ok. Should I bring him back to his room?”

“Yes, please Robert. Then come back as I need you to check

something for me.”

I brought Mark back to his room and laid him down. He was fast

asleep.

I returned to Mom’s room to see what she needed. She had turned

on her side table light so there was much more light in the room.

She was still wearing the bra, but the sheets were pulled down to

her knees. She had one some shorts, but I could tell that there

was blood on her thighs and on her sheets.

“Mom, what’s going on?”

“I’m still bleeding. I have looked it up online, and it could be

either from the small incision they made, or from my uterus

itself.”

“Um, OK”

“If it is from the incision, we can just pack it tonight with

some gauze and I can try to go to the Dr tomorrow. However, if it

is still from my uterus, I may have to call an ambulance to bring

me in right now.”

I was scared. I didn’t know why she was losing so much blood, but

it clearly had been happening since the delivery.

“I need you to check my vagina and see where the blood is coming

from. I know that it’s not something you want to do, but I need

you to help me.”

“Oh, sure Mom. I can help.” I was half worried and half excited.

Mom pulled down her shorts first, revealing her panties sopping

in blood.

“Oh, Mom. Wow that’s red.”

“Ready?”

“Yes”

She pulled down her panties and put them on top of her tee-shirt

which was on the side of her bed.

Her vagina was still smooth and bald. But there was blood all

over the place.

“Mom, i’m not sure what to look at”

“I’ll pull my legs back a little bit so my vagina opens up. Can

you look and see if you see bleeding?”

I tried looking, but didn’t see anything right away.

“I can’t tell. There is too much, um, blood here for me to see.”

“Ok, go into my bathroom and get a hand towel and fill the small

plastic tub with warm water and com eback out.”

I did ask she asked. She remained in that position – hands

pulling her knees back, letting her bald vagina remain open.

“Can I turn on the overhead light too so I can see better?”

“Yes, please do. Come over here and get the towel wet. Now gently

run in down my vagina from the top.”

I got the towel a little wet and placed it on her belly, just

above her vagina. She didn’t say anything so I pulled it down to

her anus, leaving a clean streak behind. She did squak a little

bit as a ran over her clitoris. I wasn’t sure what had happened,

but she just said “Oh, um, be a little careful on the top. That

is my clitoris, and it hurts if you are too rough with it.”

“Sorry. I’ll be careful of your clitoris next time Mom.” I knew

that the word was a little naughty – I had heard it at school.

Mom was using it with me, so I felt it was OK to use it with her.

I repeated the gentle towel rubs three of four times before her

bald vagina was mostly clean. Right when I finished, I saw a

small blood drop forming at some sutures below her vagina. She

had said something about a little cut the Dr had given her, and

how they had sewed it up. I knew that the blood was from this

suture. But I didn’t want to end this yet.

“Well, i’m not really sure. Is it possible the blood is from

inside your vagina? Or would it only be outside?”

Mom responded, “It could be inside. That would be bad, and we may

have to call an ambulance if that is what it is.”

I think I should check a little bit them. I’m not sure I see

anything yet on the outside. I lied.

Mom told me to use my fingers to spread apart her lips to see if

I could see inside. I was almost giddy that my mom was asking me

to touch her labia and spread them apart to look inside. As much

as seeing her vagina was giving me an erection, I was enjoying

talking with her about it just as much.

“I don’t want to hurt your clitoris again, can you just show me

where it is so that I don’t hit it?”

“You won’t hit it honey. It’s the little nub at the top of my

vagina where the inner lips come together. I just need you to

spread the lips below that and try to look inside for some fresh

blood. Do you see anything inside me?”

I spread her lips apart and looked around. I fortunately didn’t

see any fresh blood, but didn’t want to conclude my search quite

yet.

“Should I move those smaller lips too so I can see inside?”

“Do whatever you need to see inside my vagina.”

“Dad has that small flashlight on his bedside table, can I use

that to check? I’m not seeing anything, but I just want to be

sure.”

“Ok, that’s fine. Go get it.”

I grabbed the slim 2xAA flashlight and returned to my position

looking over Moms vagina and ass. I spread her outer and then

inner lips with both hands, thinking I could hold the flashlight

in my mouth. That didn’t work as I could aim the light very well.

“Hold on, I have to just use my left hand to spread you apart and

look inside you.”

I inserted two fingers and spread them apart to hold her vaginal

opening wide open for me. I used the flashlight to examine all

the parts that I felt that I could look at without causing an

obvious delay.

By this time, mom had dragged over her pillows and proped them

under her head so she could watch me work.

When I felt that her internal exam was sufficiently complete, I

used the flashlight to look outside.

“Oh,” I exclaimed, “I see some blood here from your stitches.” I

reported the finding that I had really made 5 or 10 minutes

earlier.

“Oh, good” Mom replied. “Is it only coming from there?” I looked

around outside again, and even grabbed her labia to check each

side thoroughly. I moved each fold left and right, up and down,

checking for any blood. I got close to trying to touch her

clitoris directly, but felt that I shouldn’t push my luck.

“I think it’s just this stitch you got.”

Mom said “ok, that’s a huge relief. I think we can just pack it

with some gauze tonight and then call the Dr in the morning.

I wasn’t really sure how Mom wanted to pack it, and I don’t think

she really knew either. She decided that she wanted to see it and

see how fast the blood was really flowing. She asked me to get

her the small hand mirror from the bathroom.

She slowly scooted back to the headboard so she could lean

against it. She brought her knees up as high as they could go and

opened up her legs again. I was standing at the foot of the bed,

and so had a perfect view of the vagina that I had just inspected

so throughly.

“Oh, yeah, I see it. It’s just a little spot, but it sure is

bleeding a lot.” Mom used the wet towel to hold against her

suture line in the hopes of slowing the bleeding.

I mumbled an agreement, but was really just enthralled in seeing

my mom spread wide open again, looking at vagina in the mirror.

It was intoxicating to me.

“Wow, they really did shave all my hair off” Mom sort of said to

herself. I guess she hadn’t really looked at herself since the

delivery.

I could have ignored the comment, but I was interested to see

where it may lead.

“Oh, did they? They shaved the hair off of your vagina? Why did

they do that?”

“Sally did it at the hospital before the new Dr came in. I guess

he thinks it’s more hygenic. You were in the room, but I guess

you were just busy reading your book.”

“Oh, I guess I was. The Dr made the nurse shave off your hair? I

still don’t get it.”

“Yeah, I’m not really sure either. I guess it’s something that

they used to do more often in the past. Women had to be shaved

totally bald or the Dr thought that the baby would be exposed to

too many germs.”

“Huh. And you used to have more hair on your vagina?” I asked,

knowing full well what the answer was.

“Yes, I used to have much more. I don’t really like to shave my

vagina, although I used to do it when I was a teenager and young

adult. Since then, I really just trim it down for bathing suit

season.”

Mom continued, “If I had known that the Dr was going to insist

that I be shaved completely, I certainly would have done it here

at home. I don’t think that your Dad would have loved it, but I’m

sure that I could have gotten him to help me do it.”

The thought of my dad seeing my mom in this position, and shaving

her vagina bald, was something that I had not ever considered.

Although I would normally not enjoy the thought of my mother and

father doing anything at all sexual, seeing this new side of my

mother (literally) had started to change that.

I was still standing at the foot of Moms bed, watching her hold

the towel on her suture line from below her leg, but otherwise

her vagina was still wide open for my viewing. At this point, mom

became aware of me just looking directly at her vagina, and

decided that it was enough.

She removed the towel and closed her legs. “Ok, I need to get

some gauze on my bleeder and then change the sheets so that they

don’t stain. You’ll need to put them in the wash.”

“Sure mom”

“First, for the gauze. I was thinking that an absorbent maxi-pad

would work well. Can you get me one from my shelf in the

bathroom?”

“Um, sure, but tell me again what it is you need.”

Mom let out a little laugh, realizing that I didn’t know anything

about female hygiene products.

“On my shelf in the bathroom, there are some boxes of female

products. Bring the two big boxes in here, and i’ll get what I

need.”

I went into the bathroom, and opened her cabinet door. I took two

of the boxes and brought them back to her.

“OK, that one is the maxi pads, that’s what I want. The other are

tampons, and I don’t need those now.” I turned to put them back

when mom said “Well, wait. Hold on. Bring them back for a

second.”

I left both on her bed next to her. She pulled out a maxi pad.

“This is what I need. It’ll cover me and absorb the blood that

leaks out overnight. I can try to put on some tight underwear,

and maybe even wear two pads so that it’s held tight to my skin.”

“The tampon,” she explained to me, “is for women who are on their

period. It’s a small pad that goes inside and collects blood flow

from the uterus. As I said I don’t really need that now, but I

think that I may try one just in case.”

“What do you mean, mom?”

“Well, if I put in a tampon tonight, and it stays clean inside

me, then i’m not bleeding internally at all. If there is fresh

blood on it, then we have a problem afterall.”

“Ok, I guess that makes sense.”

“Normally women would do this in the privacy of their bathrooms,

but you have certainly seen everything I have already.”

With that, mom unwrapped a tampon. She unrolled the string and

opened up her legs again. She spread her lips with one hand, and

started to put in the tampon with the other hand. She got it

started, but just couldn’t reach down far enough to push it in

all of the way.

“Robert, I’m sorry to ask you again to help me. I’m sure that you

have had enough of this for one day, but I just need you to push

in this tampon.”

“Oh, OK. How far?”

“I guess to your second knuckle. Try that and we’ll see.”

I had to kneel on the bed and scoot a little to get close to her.

She was leaning against the headboard with her vagina again wide

open for me. The cotton wad was half in and half out of her

vaginal opening.

“Ok, should I just push it in, or pull it out and start again?”

“You might as well pull it out so you can see how long it is

going to be when it goes into your knuckle.”

I gently grabbed the end and pulled it out. Mom’s vagina gave it

up easily, and stayed open for a moment after it came out. I

looked at it for a moment, and reached down to push it back in.

“Can you open me up again with one hand? It goes in easier if you

have one hand opening up the lips a bit.”

“Sure”

I scooted a little closer so that her right foot was about even

with my left knee. I reached down from above so my wrist was

closer to the top of her vagina, and my fingers were pointing

down. I pushed open her inner lips but at the same time, I think

that my hand rested on her clitoris because mom let out a little

gasp.

“Oh sorry, did I hurt you?”

“Oh no, you just pushed on my clitoris a little bit on me and it

startled me. It’s fine.”

I finished opening up her lips all the way, and inserted – slowly

– the tampon as far in as my second knuckle. Mom closed her eyes.

I left my finger in for at least 10 seconds before deciding that

I should pull it out. I didn’t want to do anything to get mom

upset.

Once I had removed my hands, mom took out the mirror again to see

how it looked. She said it looked fine, and that if she were

going to use the tampon to go swimming or something similar, she

would have rolled up the little string and inserted it into her

vagina as well. Mom said she’d check the tampon in the morning to

ensure that it didn’t have any fresh blood on it.

When this task was done, Mom said he wanted to put on the

maxi-pads. She asked me to get her a new pair of underwear from

her drawer. I happily agreed, as the thought of looking through

her drawer – with her permission – was delightful. I grabbed a

blue pair, and she said that they were fine because they were a

little small for her.

Mom then got out two maxi pads and stuck them on the underwear

that I had retrieved for her.

“Usually you’d just use one, but I don’t want to keep bleeding

out tonight.” With that Mom, pulled up the underwear and my view

was gone.

“OK, Robert, let’s quickly change these sheets, then get back to

bed before Mark wakes back up.”

Mom sort of rolled off to the side of the bed and let me do the

work. I pulled down the blankets, and then the sheets. Only the

bottom sheet was bloody, the rest seemed OK.

Mom also had on a plastic sheet under the bottom sheet, so that

the mattress hadn’t gotten wet at all. As I was removing the

sheet and readjusting the plastic mattress protector, I hit some

paper on Dad’s side of the bed.

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