A Medical Miracle

A Medical Miracle
by N.B.

Had it not been for the three-week, mid-summer cruise her brother and his wife planned as a sort of second honeymoon, Rachael never would have known the full extent to which a healthy, hormone-driven, 18-year-old boy was a walking, talking cum producing machine.

But the cruise took place, and the aforementioned 18-year-old, Rachael’s nephew Adam, had been their houseguest for just over two of the three weeks she had committed to letting him stay while his parents were soaking in the sun and snorkeling off the coast of some beautiful Caribbean island.

And it had been a great visit, complete with group excursions, family game nights, movies, trips to the pool, and just generally wholesome family fun with Adam, his younger female cousins, Rachael and her husband.

There was, however, no escaping the fact that the boy was a serious horndog, who had left signs of his copious sperm production all over Rachael’s house, though she was sure he thought he had done a good job of cleaning up behind himself and keeping his secret from his attractive aunt, who sometimes had her own issues with keeping her hands out of her pants.

Changing his sheets after the first week, Rachael was stunned at the cum stains that covered not only the sheets, but pillow cases as well. And it didn’t end there. She had found a couple of sticky dollops on the bathroom floor that he had failed to wipe up after one of his nighttime visits, two white athletic socks under his bed that were stiff and crusty from being used as cum rags, convincing evidence that some of what she washed off the walls of the shower wasn’t soap scum, and, of course, the telltale sign of cum trails across the gussets of three different pairs of panties and in both cups of one of her lacey bras.

Rachael was beginning to wonder how the boy found time for eating and sleeping considering the hours he must spend practicing his finger grip on the skin flute.

Truth was though, Rachael really didn’t mind; in fact, she probably was more than just a little responsible for some of the sex obsessed excesses. Not that she had been brave enough to do anything truly blatant, but there certainly had been a relaxed dress code around the house for the last couple of weeks, with perhaps a little less modesty that was appropriate when an adult female hosted a lusty young lad.

Like today, which she and the girls had spent with Adam at the pool, along with a number of other neighbors, many of whom were attractive soccer moms in tiny bikinis, or young teenage cheerleader wannabes in even smaller sunning attire.

Rachael had certainly noticed Adam checking out the scenery, and had added more fuel to the fire by doing her best to make sure his eyes spent more time on her than anyone else in the area. Maybe she had sat in a chair, legs crossed with a dangling, pedicured foot slowly bobbing up and down to get his attention. Maybe she had sat on the side of the lounge chair, and opened her legs just a little wider than necessary as she lay down to enjoy the warmth of the sun.

And, trite as it certainly was, maybe she had raised up just an inch too far when she unsnapped her bikini top while laying on her stomach, before asking him to put suntan oil on her back.

With her shades on, Rachael knew Adam couldn’t tell where she was looking, and she took advantage of the opportunity to check out the left leg of his swim trucks, where on more than one occasion an obvious bulge was visible. In fact, Rachael watched him “make adjustments” to the fit of his shorts several times during the day.

Odd, though, for all the fun they were trying to have, Adam seemed more withdrawn than usual, reserved in conversation, almost curt a couple of times, and generally lethargic, as though really tired. Rachael laughed to herself, thinking the boy probably needed a good night sleep without any interference from his masturbatory addiction.

Later than evening the girls and their dad had gone to see a high school romance chick flick but Adam had begged off, preferring to stay home, and Rachael had done the same to keep him company. After the pool they both had showered, and she had donned a big oversized T-shirt and panties, planning to vegetate in front of the TV for a couple of hours while Adam did whatever he did in his room when he was alone.

Always alert to any sound that might have a sexual origin, Rachael reacted immediately when she heard a moan from Adam’s room, but on hearing it again she realized it definitely sounded like someone in pain rather than pleasure.

The mom instinct kicked in and Rachael found herself softly knocking at the door, then pushing it open slowly, only to see Adam laying atop the covers wearing just a knit pair of sleeping shorts, with an obvious look of agony on his face and a couple of big alligator tears rolling down his cheeks.

“Adam, what’s wrong.” Rachael asked, her concern very real.

“I’m hurting Aunt Rachael, hurting bad. I may need to go to the ER,” Adam said.

“What is it, what’s the matter?” she asked.

“I, uh, I really can’t tell you,” he said, clearly embarrassed by the conversation but also obviously in a great amount of pain.

Rachael explained that she had to know the problem in order to decide what to do, and hesitantly he told her that he was in great pain, “down there!”

“Adam, do you mean your penis,”

“Well, sorta, but that’s not where the real pain is. It’s lower down.”

Knowing she had to get to the root of the problem, Rachael told her nephew she was going to have to look, then carefully slid his shorts down to his ankles. When she did, Rachael couldn’t believe what she saw.

His penis, soft and limp resting against his thigh, looked horrific. It was raw from tip to bottom, with abrasions covering virtually every inch. The sight was such that Rachael completely forgot that she was looking at the cock of a teenage boy, her nephew at that, and went straight into mom mode, trying to evaluate the medical issue and come up with a solution.

Adam, meanwhile had pulled a pillow over his face to hide his shame at having his aunt checking out his junk, and didn’t move at all until she left the room and returned with a tube of antibiotic ointment, which she began to dab onto his penis with the corner of a washrag.

As she applied the ointment Rachael realized what had happened and had to repress a smile even as she medicated the raw flesh at her fingertips: with two weeks of constant arousal, the boy had literally wanked his cock, apparently without lubrication, until the flesh was so raw he was now twitching and moaning every time she barely touched it.

No wonder she hadn’t seen any new cum signs for a couple of days. Adam’s meat looked like it had been tenderized with one of those pointed headed mallets; there was no way he could stand to stroke off, no matter how much he may have wanted to.

“Adam, did you do this masturbating?” Rachael asked her nephew, who took a deep breath and, with his face still covered, answered in the affirmative.

“How often?” she asked, and then was astonished when he said 6 or 7 times a day, not counting laying on his stomach and rubbing against the sheets until he came at night. It hurt so badly he hadn’t been able to sleep at all last night, he said.

As Rachael applied the last of the ointment, the edge of her hand accidently brushed against the boy’s scrotum, eliciting an anguished cry of pain from beneath the pillow.

When he calmed down, Adam caught his breath and told her that was where the real pain was, there “in my balls,” and that it hurt so bad he couldn’t even stand up and walk.

Rachael was perplexed for a moment, then realization set in. The boy was used to jerking his tool half a dozen times a day and relieving the pressure in his balls, but because his penis was so sore, he hadn’t been able to for a couple of days. She knew for a fact he had been toting around an erection off and on all day at the pool, so he had been even more aroused than usual, with nothing to do for it but wait for the excitement to go away.

The end result, she realized, was a massive case of blue balls, a condition from which she clearly had never suffered, but one she nonetheless understood to be extremely painful.

At this point, Adam was crying, the pillow still over his face, and obviously hurting badly. More than anything she wanted to reach over and stroke his cock for him until it erupted, but she knew she couldn’t without causing him even more pain than that created by his bloated ball sack.

“Adam, I’ll be right back,” Rachael said, having realized there was indeed a solution to the problem.

Upon returning, she told Adam she could help his situation, but the remedy was going to seem somewhat unusual and he was going to have to trust her…and to promise not to tell anyone else what she had done.

Desperate for relief and at a loss as to how anyone could relieve the pain, Adam told her to do anything she wanted and he’d never tell anyone.

Rachael pulled the boys shorts completely off his legs, dropping them to the floor, and turned him slightly on the bed so that his feet straddled the corner of the mattress, knees bent and feet flat on the bed. She then squirted some of the lube she had retrieved from her room onto the fingers of her right hand, and with her index finger softly beginning running light circles around Adam’s anus. Her first touch caused him to jump, which in turn made his balls bounce resulting in yet another yelp of anguish.

As Rachael admired the smoothness of his bottom and the wrinkled skin of his anal opening, she pushed lightly with her finger, careful of the pointed nail, until she managed, with the help of copious amounts of lube, to ease a fingertip into his virginal opening.

Adam was dumfounded by what his aunt as doing, but remained quiet, breathing heavily and clearly still hurting, as evidenced by the way he jumped anytime she accidently touched his bloated testicles.

As she worked to relax his sphincter and open his anal ring, Rachael became acutely aware that her position resulted in her panty-covered mound rubbing on the protruding edge of the mattress, and softly began to press against the mattress corner even as she felt her nephew’s bottom relax enough to allow admission to her finger.

Slowly Rachael began moving her finger in out and, fingerfucking her nephew’s ass as she stretched it open enough to allow her to do what she hoped she could do. Pressing her mound harder against the mattress, Rachael couldn’t help but notice that Adam’s cock, battered and raw as it was, was reacting to what she was doing to his bottom and becoming hard and stiff. Though not oversized, it was obvious that in another year or two the youngster was going to have a very healthy love warrior standing there at the juncture of his thighs.

Adam still had the pillow over his face, but it was obvious her actions were getting to him. More than once as she shoved her finger deep into his ass he reached down to grab his penis and give himself relief, only to have the immediate pain remind him he could not do so.

Realizing she had to do something to occupy his hands, Rachael told Adam to grab his legs behind the knees and pull them toward his shoulders, which he did, raising his bottom slightly and opening his rosebud enough that Rachael was able to replace her index finger with her middle finger, and a couple of minutes later as he opened and relaxed even more to add a second finger so that she had had two inside her nephew’s bottom.

Adam jumped when Rachael found his prostate gland, and his penis grew longer and harder, twitching as it stood proudly, jutting from his young body. Watching his cock, Rachael couldn’t help but let her left hand wander down between her own legs, stroking her now wet slit, pushing her panties down, then spreading her puffy labia open so that as she leaned forward to finger stroke Adam’s ass her clit pressed firmly against the hard mattress corner.

Adam was moaning loudly now, and for the first time since she entered the room Rachael thought it was a moan of pleasure rather than pain, which in turn caused her to speed up the digits reaming his ass, and at the same time spread her own legs just a little to increase the pressure against what was now an extremely wet pussy.

Rachael saw the glisten of pre-cum oozing from the head of Adam’s cock, which made her hump the bed even more, though she tried to time it with the movement of her hand so Adam wouldn’t realize what was happening.

Adam was almost panting now, and twisting side to side as the pressure on his prostate continued to build, adding to the pain in his balls but also shooting darts of pleasure to his engorged cock. He desperately needed to cum, but knew he couldn’t touch his abused shaft to do so, causing him to whimper as he realized the futility of his situation.

“Adam,” Rachael said, “In a minute you’re going to feel really good. I want you to relax, let it happen, let it cum. Just let it cum, Adam,” Rachael said as she fucked the boy and herself at a frantic pace, the entire bed moving as she did.

Adam’s moaning increased, his cock incredibly hard, throbbing, jerking, the veins visible now, swollen. Rachael was swollen too, her pussy a puffy, swampy mess, her clit pressing hard against her rough mattress, her need to cum almost as powerful as the boys.

“I can’t, Aunt Rachael! I can’t cum!” Adam shouted and immediately began crying again as the pain and the pleasure competed for control of his young body.

“Look at me, Adam. Look at me!” Rachael demanded, the need for completion a powerful force overtaking her as she fingered his ass deeper, faster, rubbing his prostate, watching his cock ooze moisture, the head crimson red, the ridges expanded like the head of a cobra.

His body trembling, Adam tossed away the pillow under which he had hidden in embarrassment and shame. When his eyes met hers, Rachael reached to her waist with her left hand, her right buried in his ass, and, grabbing the bottom of her T-shirt, pulled it quickly up, tucking it under her chin.

His eyes immediately went to his aunt’s bare tits, her nipples full and swollen, surrounded by little bumps and sitting atop a darker areola. As he feasted on her breasts with his eyes, Adam’s cock exploded, long thick jets of white cum arching up, the first landing on his chin, almost to his lips, then subsequent convulsive ejaculations of spunk splattering his chest and belly and finally running down the shaft of his penis to drip onto his groin, his cock a geyser untouched by anyone’s hand.

When she saw that explosion of cascading cum, more cum than she had ever seen produced by any cock at one time, Rachael thrust her gaping pussy hard against the mattress and felt her legs buckle in a body wracking orgasm that would have found her falling to the floor had she not been leaning against the bed.

Both needed time to catch their breath, and when they did, Adam said, “It’s gone, the pain is gone. Aunt Rachael, it’s gone.”

Rachael slowly removed her fingers from Adam’s ass, the opening having tightened down as he climaxed, squeezing against her. She looked around, found two of Adam’s clean white socks, and using those began wiping up the cum from his body as he lay there relaxed, content. When his head was turned she slightly twisted away from him and scooped up a healthy dollop of his man cream from around his navel and popped it into her mouth, realizing as she did that she used the same fingers that had been inside him, tasting the muskiness of his ass as well as the sticky sweetness of his cum.

Adam looked as though he may drift off to sleep immediately, so she gathered her things, pulled a sheet up over him, and headed toward the door.

“Aunt Rachael?” Adam said, sleepily.

“Yes,” she answered, unsure what he might think of what just happened, what he might say.

“Nice tits!”

“Cheeky brat,” she thought to herself, walking out of his room, wondering already if tomorrow night’s treatment might go better if he was up on all fours, her standing behind him, doggy style.

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Rachael’s Response

That worked out nicely for everyone involved, didn’t it? What a vision of horny debauchery disguised in the cloak of maternal care. I had to have been so turned on knowing he was jacking off as much as he was in my house. The whole time I was half expecting (half hoping) to stumble on him in the middle of the dirty deed and get a healthy eyeful of teen cock in all its masturbatory glory. Little did I know that in an ironic twist, my nephew’s inability to control his teenage urges would give me the very excuse I needed to get more intimate with him than I ever could have done otherwise.

Now all I need to do is to get up the courage to not be so shy about letting on that Adam’s “treatment” is as much a turn on for me as it is for him. Even if he doesn’t see it, I’m sure he’ll be able to hear me pounding away at my wet pussy as I work my fingers in and out of his asshole, massaging his prostate…strictly for medical purposes, of course.

Thanks for putting this little gem in my dirty mind, N.B. I’m going to have to start saving up so I can send my brother and his wife on a cruise in a few years!

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One thought on “A Medical Miracle

  1. interesting that aunt Rachel knew what to do and how to do it too> Even to satisfy her own end too. Now what will happen next for the youngster with blue balls?

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