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[b]Helping Hand - Part 4 of 5[/b]

Julie perched herself on the edge of the bathtub. She sat there quietly, taking in the sight of her teenage son lying peacefully beside her, so still he could almost be sleeping. There were no bubbles in the bath, the water was crystal clear, but Kolle made no effort to hide his nudity. The taboo of being naked around his mom no longer troubled him. The boy’s beautiful body may have developed and changed as he went through puberty, but it was fundamentally the same one she had been taking care of since he was an infant.

The two of them had become much closer over the past year, beginning with that trip to the modelling agency in which the teenager had been required to strip in front of her as he styled several different lines of clothing. Kolle had been very shy about it but had bravely done as he’d been asked. She regretted the deception somewhat. Julie had known exactly what the session would entail when she signed him up for it. She and the camerawoman, whose real name the cheetah had never gotten, had conspired on all the details ahead of time.

Discovering the photographer's secret portfolio online had been an eye opening experience for her. Until that moment, she had never even considered the possibility of being interested in cubs. Julie couldn’t even remember exactly what search query had led to the other woman’s webpage, but certainly nothing nefarious. It was probably just a reference for her art class she had been looking for.

Still, there was a moment early on when she first realised what sort of content was on offer where a decent person would have quickly backed out. Under the guise of artistic nudity, there was a whole gallery of images available, taken of multiple different subjects, all in a state of complete undress. Many were of men in their prime, brimming with confidence, but the more Julie clicked through, the more examples of younger males she found, boys in their teens. Some were looking decidedly cocksure in their stance, others considerably more nervous. Almost all were sporting rigid little erections.

Kolle, bless him, had gotten to be the same way when his turn came, and now that moment was preserved online for the viewing pleasure of countless other perverts. The cheetah got a little thrill of excitement each time she returned to his page and saw that the view count had gone up, knowing that some other man or woman had been enjoying the sight of her son.

Of all the pictures she had looked at, he was certainly one of the best endowed for his age group. A strange sense of pride filled her heart at that thought. Julie barely recalled anything about the boy’s father, a man she’d only ever spent a single night with and yet had managed to have such a profound impact on her life, but she wondered if Kolle had inherited those lucky genes from that stranger or her own dad.

Julie was also curious which of the two women present on the day of the shoot had so excited him. A week later, she thought she had her answer. The cheetah had found a pair of underwear in his room completely drenched in nocturnal emissions. Had he left it there on the floor for her to find? Was it some kind of male dominance thing, a way of marking his territory? She wasn’t sure. The woman had considered confronting him about it, but Kolle had been in a rush to get to school that morning and there hadn’t been chance. After washing his cum out of the soiled garment, she placed it unmistakably at the top of a pile of clean clothes left at the foot of her son’s bed. He hadn’t repeated that offence since.

The trip south to visit her friend Sarah had been another conspiracy. Several times since their former neighbor had moved to the coast, the bear had commented on her handsome new poolboy. The lad was only a year older than Kolle, but went from house to house within the town’s wealthier district offering to help clean backyards, the same way her own son might go out and rake leaves in the fall.

Sarah delighted in the fact that the teenager liked to work topless. Then one time, the older woman had drunkenly admitted to an occasion where she’d found her purse empty when it came time to pay him, so she gave him a handjob for his services instead. Apparently he had lasted about ten seconds. Julie couldn’t help wondering if the bear had emptied her cash into a drawer ahead of time. The story had stuck in her head, and she had contrived a situation that would result in her boy getting similar attention from his doting aunt.

The incident at Christmas had been most unexpected. Julie had no masterplan in that instance, she simply got a kick out of seeing Kolle wear a cute outfit. When the cheap onesie had torn, she was genuinely stumped as to how the two cheetahs could get out of the situation. Carol’s suggestion to offer him some of her daughter’s clothes had come out of left field. She thought her art class acquaintance would pick out something fairly gender neutral or androgynous, but when the mouse had called him downstairs at the end of the night, she’d been shocked to see him wearing a girl’s school uniform.

Julie recalled how the Christmas party had ended. Almost all the other guests had left by that point. Emily was still up in her room along with her friends who were staying the night. She’d briefly considered letting Kolle sleep over as well, but that would have been cruel to him. The adult knew well what girl’s could be like, and god forbid any of them end up in the same situation she had but even earlier in their teens.

Instead, she made her son give the clothes back before they left. He’d protested several times, eventually admitting to the fact he wasn’t wearing any underwear, but ultimately had been forced to strip naked there in the hall. The two women had dragged their feet in saying goodbye, perhaps hoping that one of the boy’s classmates would come down and catch him in the buff. The teen ended up streaking across their lawn to get back to the car as quickly as possible once they stepped outside.

And so, what had begun as a handful of attempts to catch a glimpse of him in the shower merely to satisfy her own curiosity, had spiralled into a series of ever more lewd encounters, proving once again the truth of that famous expression about cats. She wondered where it would end. [i]Do I want it to end?[/i] Watching Sarah bring Kolle to the brink of orgasm last year had lit a fire in her loins, a memory Julie had spent many nights indulging in since, but she’d vowed never to go that far herself. How strong would her conviction be though if he were to ask her?

She sighed.

The cheetah gazed down at her son, lying so still and looking so pure floating in the tub. She would never harm him. She loved him too much, like any parent would their child. True, their relationship had evolved in a way that polite society might not approve of, but it wasn’t a change that was necessarily bad. Was it wrong if a mutual attraction did exist between them if they both felt the same way? Who could say. And if they did want to push things further… well, she’d let that be his decision. For now she was content just to be his mom.

Julie dipped an empty cup into the bathwater with a [i]plunk[/i], filling it up. Kolle lazily opened his eyes at the sound. “Shh, go back to sleep,” she said softly. With a gentle touch, she parted her son’s hair with one paw and then poured the liquid over his scalp. The teen smiled as it trickled down over his face. He sunk even deeper, so that his lips dipped below the surface. The woman repeated this procedure several times over, using her claws to comb through the long fur on his head, then began carefully washing his delicate ears. The attention caused him to start purring, a noise that was quite loud in the small room.

Laying the receptacle to one side, the mother picked up a flannel from the sink. She swished it around in the water a bit, then laid it across her son’s shoulder. With great care and attention, she started scrubbing his body. The docile state he was in meant that he was quite happy to lay there and move only as the older cheetah required.

Julie for her part was also revelling in their newfound closeness. When he was a young boy, she’d had to help Kolle clean himself in the bath every day, but he’d grown out of that at some point in his preteens when he started taking showers alone. It was a part of motherhood that she missed. A return to that dynamic, even if it was to be a one-off, filled her heart with love and warmth.

He could wash properly with soap later, at the moment, Julie was just trying to agitate any dirt that was caught in the cheetah’s spotted coat. She swept the flannel over arm muscles first, across his chest and along his flanks, tummy and hips next, then down his legs to the underside of his feet. A single swipe over the boy’s bits left his penis, still soft, pointing upwards, bobbing gently from side to side in the current.

Kolle seemed as if he was floating on cloud nine. The sensation of being bathed by another could be extremely intimate, but it did not show any signs of arousing a sexual excitement in him. Such a turn would have no doubt brought an abrupt end to his relaxed state. Thankfully the mood remained light. At one point, his nostrils dipped below the waterline, causing him to purr out a stream of bubbles which made them both laugh.

After finishing with the flannel, Julie spent a minute just simply scratching behind his ears. Every time she moved her paw away, he tried to press his head back into it. After he was thoroughly satisfied, she got up to go do some tasks about the house, but not before leaning in to kiss him on the nose, leaving Kolle to soak in both the bath’s water and his mother’s love.

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