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[b]Helping Hand - Part 3 of 5[/b]

Kolle stepped through the threshold of his cozy suburban house. The cheetah had been sent home from school prematurely after tumbling from a tree he’d been climbing and injuring his right arm. It felt strange to be at home so early in the day when all of his classmates were still at their lessons. The neighborhood was weirdly quiet.

Following him through the entryway was his mother, Julie, who had left her work to collect him from the nurse’s office. When his mom had first seen the teenager standing with a sling on his arm, it seemed to him that she was holding back tears as they embraced one another. That was until she found out that nothing was broken and he’d make a full recovery in a week or two, after which the boy received the worst verbal thrashing of his life for being so foolish.

Closing the door behind them, Julie reached to remove Kolle’s jacket, the right sleeve hanging limp from his shoulder. He was bare chested beneath save for a sling around his arm, his shirt being a total writeoff after being torn to shreds by various branches during his unplanned rapid descent. She hung the coat on a peg. Leading him through to the kitchen, the older cheetah poured him a glass of water which he drank in silence. The two hadn’t exchanged many words since she chewed him out in the school office. Perhaps his mom was still furious.

The teenager had a very different concern on his mind however. He’d unintentionally outed himself in the worst way possible. Nurse Cunningham had done more than just tend to Kolle’s wounds. Her gentle caresses had awoken something within him, a desire which had continued to build in urgency until it burst out of his boxer shorts right in front of her face. Confusingly, she hadn’t been angry with him. In fact the squirrel woman had wasted no time in offering to help take care of his little problem. And then, just as he was about to reach euphoria, his deepest darkest secret had slipped past his lips at that most vulnerable moment.

[i]Mom,[/i] was the single word he had spoken, but that had been enough to doom him. He’d barely heard a word of his mother’s lecture when she arrived afterwards, as he’d spent the entire time dreading that moment where Miss Cunningham would reveal all. Of course she didn’t. Doing so required acknowledging her own impropriety, albeit an activity that the teenager had very much been a willing participant in. And so his judgement had been forestalled, and the boy was left wondering how his incestuous admission could be used against him as blackmail.

Two paws came to rest upon his shoulders. The cheetah’s fur stood on end. Julie’s arms slid around his torso to hug her son from behind, one hand coming to rest on his uncovered left breast, the other down by his navel. Bringing her muzzle down, the older woman planted a delicate kiss atop his head. “I’m glad you’re okay, sweetheart.”
Somehow, all of Kolle’s fears evaporated in an instant. He leaned back into her loving embrace and the tension eased out of him. “Thanks, mom,” he whispered.
She kissed his hair a second time. “Promise me you won’t scare me like that again. I was very worried when I got a call from the school office.” She squeezed her son a little tighter.

Kolle yelped. “Ow!” His free paw went to his injured shoulder that was being crushed.
“Oh, sorry sweetie.” She uncoiled from his body and took a step back. “If you’re still a bit sore, maybe you’d feel better if you let your muscles soak in the bath for a bit.”
“A bath?” The teenager was momentarily confused until he remembered that his mom did actually have a bathtub in her en suite. It was a room he never had cause to enter. Even her bedroom was unofficially off limits.
“Yeah. We can get you cleaned up. You’re looking a bit like you've been in a war.”
He couldn’t work out why, but a nervous tingle went down his neck at the suggestion. “Oh… okay.”

Julie led her boy up the squeaky staircase into her room. A mix of soft feminine smells and fragrances tickled his nose when he entered. Kolle couldn’t recall the last time he’d been in here. The two cheetahs padded across the fluffy carpet and through another door into the spacious bathroom. It was light, clean and airy, yet the both of them together in these private quarters made it seem close and intimate.

His mother started the tap running with a clatter of heavy droplets against the porcelain. When she was satisfied with the temperature coming out, she put the plug in the drain and allowed the tub to start filling. Perched on the edge of the bath, she beckoned him closer. Kolle warily approached. Turning him sideways, she reached up to his neck to begin unfastening the sling, careful to support his arm at all times so that it wouldn’t fall. The white medical band became loose and slipped to the floor. She guided his left paw into propping up his bruised elbow so that she could regain control of her own two limbs.

“Let’s get you out of these school clothes,” Julie said softly. Her deft fingers undid the teenager’s belt buckle and began feeding the strap through the loops around his waist. Then she unclipped the metal clasp on his trousers, pulled down his zipper, and let them tumble to the ground. Kolle shuffled his feet to step out of them. He knew what came next. She didn’t ask for permission before taking hold of the elastic of his underwear, but with everything that had transpired over the last year, the two of them were already well past that point of modesty. She pulled them down quickly without comment.

Kolle didn’t even try to cover his nudity. He didn’t mind his mom looking anymore, though it was still a little embarrassing. But she seemed to like seeing him naked, as he’d come to realise. The boy stood there and let Julie appraise his slender body. He was at a point in his development where he very much fit the twink stereotype. Skinny arms and legs, boney hips, a flat tummy, and a package that any boy his age would have been proud of. Despite all his indecent thoughts from earlier, he remained flaccid, which only added to the cuteness factor.

He realised with a start that his mom wasn’t even looking at his exposed crotch. She was simply beaming up at him, gently rubbing his arm. Somehow this made him blush a little brighter, but he too was wearing a little bashful smile now.
“You’re a very handsome boy, Kolle. Such a pretty young thing. I’m a lucky girl to be able to say that you’re all mine.”
Now the cheetah was really turning red. He twisted awkwardly on the spot and tried to suppress a broad grin.

Julie turned the taps off when the water level came up to the required level. “I’m just going to grab some towels from downstairs but I’ll be back in a second to help you get in the bath. You can use the toilet while I’m gone if you need it.” His mother returned a couple minutes later with a pair of white cotton towels and set them to one side. Letting him hold onto her arm for support, he lifted his right foot and dipped a toe in.

Kolle hissed through his teeth as he submerged his calf in the hot water, then brought his left leg up to stand above the bath. He stood there trembling for a moment, exhaling sharply as he tried to adjust to the heat. With one paw hooked under his uninjured armpit and the other on the small of his back, his mom helped slowly lower him down. When the teenager’s balls hit the waterline, he eeped in discomfort and his knees strained to push himself back up a few inches. The two of them started giggling at his predicament. Covering his bits with the one good paw remaining to him, he resumed his descent until he was sitting within the white basin.

The water was scorching. If he didn’t know any better, Kolle would have guessed his mom was trying to boil him alive. He remained upright while he acclimatised, a peculiar sensation of little bolts of lightning shooting through his nervous system. Eventually, the temperature difference between his skin and its surroundings equalised, and he slowly lowered his upper torso down until only his head remained above the surface, warm liquid lapping at his chin. The boy closed his eyes and let out a deep sigh, and all his troubles went with it.

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