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[b]Helping Hand - Part 5 of 5[/b]

Kolle floated within the bathtub of the master bedroom’s en suite, stewing in the hot water. His eyes were closed and he breathed deeply, enjoying the peace and solitude. The dull pain along his bruised right side onto which the cheetah had fallen earlier in the day was still there, but it had started to recede. The buoyancy of his surroundings took some of the weight off his shoulder, allowing the teenager to stretch out his arms beside him.

Kolle felt more relaxed than he had been in years. His mind was free to wander. Before she left to go and do some chores, his mother, Julie, had bathed him the same way she had when the boy was just a cub. It had been a moment of close intimacy but also innocence, something which had no doubt strengthened the bond between parent and child. The teen laughed at the thought of anyone among his friends or classmates learning that his mom was still helping him wash. It was a secret the cheetah would definitely keep to himself.

He had to conclude that the day had taken a remarkable turn, thinking back on his rather dramatic and noteworthy lunch break. After his accident, the school nurse had done more than simply bandage up his wounds. Miss Cunningham had in fact offered the boy a “helping hand,” something to ease the tension in his loins. As far as Kolle could tell, the squirrel had every intention of finishing him off there in her office, only for him to blow it in an entirely different sense. The memory of that incomplete handjob awakened a part of him which had been lying dormant for the past few hours. The teenager’s paws remained idle by his sides, but at his age, he didn’t require any physical contact to get a boner.

“How are you feeling?”
The sudden voice made him gulp a mouthful of bathwater. Spitting it out, he looked over to see his mom standing in the doorway with her sleeves rolled up. “Oh… I was almost asleep,” he replied with a weak smile.
“You’ve been in there for a while. I think it’s time to finish up. Would you like some help shampooing your fur?” Julie asked as she walked over to the tub.

For a moment, Kolle considered covering his crotch. It was the decent thing to do, but he’d already been lying there naked before she left, and as embarrassing as it was to admit, it wouldn’t have been the first time she saw his erection. He let her look again.
The older cheetah smirked when she noticed. “What’s gotten you so riled up?”
He blushed. “I was just… thinking about something.”
She cocked an eyebrow. “Something nice, I’ll bet,” Julie said with a wink. “Now do you want a hand or not?”
He struggled upright, coaxing his dormant muscles back to life. “Sure, okay.”

His mom perched herself on the edge of the bath. Reaching down between his feet, she pulled the plug out to let the lukewarm water drain from the tub. Picking up a bottle of floral scented shampoo, she popped the cap and squirted some out into her paw. The woman placed a hand on her son’s shoulder blades and began lathering up his back.

Kolle just remained hunched forwards, feeling slightly dazed. As his frame was rocked gently back and forth by her motions, the head of his penis rubbed along his navel. Julie worked her way down his spine to the base of his tail, then along that writhing appendage’s length. The teenager fought to try and keep it still, but it had a mind of its own at times.

He hadn’t received this kind of attention in years, not since he was a kitten. Even though Kolle was at an age where he fought to prove his independence at every turn, he secretly hoped this wouldn’t be the last time they got to share a moment like this. With her other paw, his mom picked up the shower nozzle and turned it on, keeping it carefully angled away from the boy’s body until the water came up to temperature. Then she rinsed the suds off his rear.

“Let’s do your front next. Lie back down please.”
She began with his feet, scrubbing the underside of his pads. He squirmed under the ticklish torture, unable to prevent himself from giggling. “Hold still,” Julie admonished half-heartedly, though soon she was laughing too.

After finishing with his ankles, she started moving up his calves, both of her paws wrapped around his legs as she massaged the athletic muscles. From there the adult's hands continued up over his knees to rub his thighs. The realisation of where her fingers were heading next hit Kolle suddenly. The boy had become so relaxed about his nudity that he hadn’t really taken notice of the fact that the lump between his legs hadn’t gotten any softer.

“I’m going to do your bits and pieces now, okay?” He nodded shyly. His mother’s soapy paw took hold of his delicate coinpurse and began gently rubbing her thumb across it. The teenager’s tongue caught in his throat. It was the first time she had ever touched him down there. He barely had a chance to regain his composure before she moved on to his penis. Julie used her palm to rub shampoo along his stiff length as a precursory measure, then wrapped her supple fingers around it. She didn’t move at first, perhaps concerned about the way her son was baring his teeth and breathing like someone bitten by a snake, but her grip was tight enough the boy could sense the blood pumping through his nethers.

“Ohhh…” she said with awe. “I can feel it getting bigger.” Kolle sucked in a massive lungful of air, then let it out again in shakey intermittent bursts. Julie traced a pawpad around the base of his glans, his most sensitive spot, eliciting a quivering wail from her son in the process.
“Sorry sweetie, was that too much for you? Want me to stop?” she asked earnestly.
The younger cheetah matched her in sincerity when he squeaked out a simple, “No.” Every fibre of his being begged that she wouldn’t.
His obvious desperation made her chuckle. “Alright. Just relax then.” With a little bit of a wicked grin, she started pumping her grip along his shaft.

“Does that feel good?” Julie asked as she masturbated her son.
“Y-... yes!” he replied in a terse whisper.
Her smile widened. “Want me to keep going?” The boy nodded frantically, mouth hanging open in pleasure. She increased her pace.
“Oh, thank you!” the teen moaned out, twisting his body and arching his back, revelling in the sensations his mother was providing him.

It was the best he had ever felt in his life, and it was over all too quickly, and not in the way he would have liked. When she let go of his rigid cock and began rubbing shampoo across his belly instead, it was tantamount to betrayal. [i]Please, more![/i] Kolle wanted to scream, but couldn't quite degrade himself to that level. He fell flat against the bathtub, letting out a wounded sigh. His throbbing dick was crying out for attention, but short of jerking off right there in front of her, it looked like his third ever handjob was going to end as inconclusively as the prior two.

As her right paw snaked its way up his torso, Julie took hold of the shower nozzle again and began rinsing his feet. The suds cascaded off his slick fur and slithered down the drain. The spray of water followed the path her hands had taken earlier, uncovering the spotty patterns that dotted his legs obscured by foam. The hose came to rest just beneath the cheetah’s balls while his mom was dragging her claws across his chest. He could feel the water ricocheting off the porcelain to tickle the underside of his nuts. As she was scrubbing inside his armpits, the shower head moved surreptitiously to hover over the base of his shaft.

The sensation caused the muscle’s within the teen’s groin to clench. His cock leapt upwards for a moment, then fell with a soft slap against his wet tummy. With her soapy hand, Julie was finishing up around his shoulders, but her other paw was aiming the spray up and down her son’s boyhood, simulating the movements she had been performing on his young body just moments ago. That same familiar urgency for release started to build within him yet again. Even after she moved to shampoo his hair, the older cheetah kept the stream of water angled directly at his sensitive nethers. He squirmed under the assault on his senses.

Under normal circumstances, such an incidental pressure wouldn’t have compared to the feeling of another person’s paw, or indeed his own, but the way the shower was stimulating every one of his nerve endings at once after a day of build-up sent Kolle hurtling towards an explosive finish. His teenage penis flexed again, then plopped back down. After being denied for so long, he was finally going to get to cum… and he was going to cum [b]hard[/b]. As he felt himself teetering on the precipice of a sexual abyss, a sudden and terrible sense of dread took hold of him.

Did Julie even realise what she was doing to him? Was the angle of the water jet an accident? Was this just an innocent moment he was about to corrupt forever? A tiny voice in the back of the boy’s nearly overwhelmed mind shouted that he was about to do something deeply shameful, something that there was no coming back from. Letting himself go in front of his mother was beyond taboo; it was [i]incest[/i]. His claws dug painfully into his hips in a forlorn effort to prevent himself from plummeting over the edge. With every last ounce of willpower, he tried to warn her of what was about to happen before it was too late. “M-mom…”

A warm and understanding voice interrupted him. “Shhh. It’s okay, Kolle.” He squeezed his eyes shut and bit his lip involuntarily. “Just let it all out.”

Climax. Every muscle within his groin tensed. As the first spurt of seed surged up the length of his erection, his dick leapt upright at an oblique angle, sending a long ribbon shooting through the air to splatter from chest to chin. A few dollops even sprinkled the teenager’s left cheek. His engorged length slapped down on his belly before a second contraction immediately pointed it upwards to ejaculate another pearly stream, launched in an arc over his torso to fall about his neck. His toes splayed wide in rapturous bliss, then curled tightly as another cloudy string came shooting from his tip.

Kolle whined pitifully as a powerful hands-free orgasm wracked his young body. More and more of the boy’s cum was squirting out of him, again and again, drizzling his clean fur with streaks of off-white liquid. The teen’s pulsing manhood bobbed up and down with repeated spasms. He fought to rein in his whimpers, never completely forgetting his audience. His mom never moved the shower head away, maintaining a steady pressure along his shaft, but angled it so as to leave the swollen pink head outside of the spray, thereby not impeding any distance, nor washing away any of his juvenile essence.

For her part, Julie just sat there quietly, right paw still idly scratching at her son’s scalp, entranced by his display of youthful virility. She could feel him trembling beneath her. The older woman was intrigued to see just how much of a mess Kolle was capable of making. His tawny chest was a spiderweb of sticky lines, with a growing puddle forming around his bellybutton where the last of the cheetah’s orgasm was pulsing weakly onto his tummy. Only once his balls were completely drained did she at last aim the water jet away from the boy’s erogenous zone so he could regain his composure.

Kolle was lying in the bath breathing hard. His ribcage rose and fell deeply, but his arms and legs were as rigidly outstretched as his cock. Only when the tension in the teenager’s loins finally started to ease did he manage to relax his other limbs. He’d never had an orgasm quite like that before, one where he hadn’t even been touching himself, at least not while he was awake. The cheetah’s nose twitched and he curled a lip in mild irritation. The force of his ejaculation was so powerful that some of his cum had managed to get plastered to his whiskers.

Opening his eyes to survey the damage, Kolle was shocked at just how much he had squirted across himself. A strange little spike of pride went through him and a small smirk crept across his lips, but it dropped just as quickly when he felt his mother’s paw begin to scratch his head again. The teen glanced up at her timidly. Julie was smiling back. There was nothing salacious about her expression, just one of warmth. “Good boy.” He blushed anew, but his grin returned.

Afterwards, his mom used the hose extension to rinse his mess down the drain, along with the rest of the shampoo still in his fur. When Kolle was properly cleaned for the second time, she helped him from the bath and used a towel to dry him off. Rather than dressing her son next, Julie led him through the house stark naked back to his bedroom. The feeling of walking along the upstairs corridor in the nude while the sun was still shining through the windows was strangely thrilling.

Tiredness was starting to envelop the cheetah by the time he clambered up into bed. His mother had suggested that he get some sleep until it was time for dinner. With one more kiss, she left him to rest. Kolle was left to ponder the events of the day. There was no doubt that a boundary between parent and child had been crossed, but what that meant for their relationship he couldn’t say. Certainly he felt they had become closer. Julie had demonstrated to him that she understood his needs as a teenage boy, and was perhaps even willing to help with them.

The memory of her slick fingers pawing him off came back to him. [i]If I were to ask her, would she do that again?[/i] Kolle couldn’t say, but the fact that he was even considering it was telling. He wanted to feel his mom’s touch once more; wanted to cum for her if she desired it; but above all, wanted to be her special good boy. Whatever uncertainties the future held, the one thing he knew for certain was that he was loved. With that final thought, Kolle drifted off into a deep slumber.

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