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Togashi yawned as he stretched his arms and legs under his warm blanket, but it took a few more seconds until he was able to open his eyes, on account of the morning sun that was streaming through the window and into his room.
The boy growled quietly, the growl of a kid torn from exciting dreams and thrown back into the drab everyday life of an elementary schooler, as he turned his head towards his alarm clock, to see how much more time he could waste away in bed, chasing the remnants of his dreams.
The arms of his kitty-cat shaped alarm clock showed... he had to think for a moment, as he tried to remember what each of the clock's arms meant... 5:48! It would start ringing and meowing at 6:00 AM sharp. So, he woke up... 12 minutes earlier than usual!
Togashi turned the scheduled alarm off with a smile on his face and jumped out of bed, stretching his youthful body once more against the soft fabric of his pajama. Coach always said, that stretching was important, so Togashi tried to do it whenever he could! Whenever he had nothing to do during training and every time he woke up or went to bed!
Stretching one arm over his head, as he placed the other on his hip and pushing to the side, until he felt a twinge in his side. Then repeating with the other side.
Laying one arm behind his neck and pushing the elbow forward with the other and holding that position for a few seconds. Then, again, repeating it with the other arm.
Just like Coach had showed him!
Whenever they stretched before practice - and after, too - Togashi would always see the coach's fascinated look on her face, so he knew he was doing them correctly! And the acknowledgment made him try even harder! Both with stretching and when playing ball!
Togashi jumped around a few times to relax his muscles... but one seemed to remain stubbornly hard.
His glance shifted down his warm, comfy blue pajamas and he saw the culprit immediately, a four-inch rod poking out from under the fabric, as if it tried desperately to break through.
His penis was hard again.
Togashi sighed tiredly as he poked at it with one finger, making it bounce around, but always returning to its original position, pointing off somewhere into the distance, as if it was trying to direct his attention to something else.
It had been like this for years. Maybe since he was born?
Sometimes he just woke up with a stiff peeny or just got one out of nowhere in the course of his day.
It sure was troublesome. Thankfully, due to how small it was, it was rather easy to hide, but it still hurt when it twitched and pumped inside of his pants the whole day. Especially if it was already hard the moment he woke up.
There wasn't any medication for it, his mommy had told him, but she had come up with her own way to make it go away! And it felt really good, too!
So, there couldn't be any time to waste! Togashi woke up early, after all! He still had until 7:30 for the bus to come, sure, but he didn't want to miss it just because his stupid wiener got hard again, after all.
And so, Togashi did what he did every morning his penis got stiff like this.
"Mooooom!"
He jumped out of his pajamas and threw them onto his bed and dashed out of his room completely naked. His little boner bounced up and down excitedly as he took the turn at the stairs, then the steps three at a time and he jumped over their dog Diomedes resting at the bottom of the stairs like usual.
"Mooom!"
He shouted excitedly as he turned into the kitchen, where his mother was already preparing breakfast. Dad was out of town for business again, at least for the week he had said, so the breakfast was only for Togashi and his mother.
Momoko's smile didn't break as she turned around to see her son standing completely naked in front of her - sans his cute little socks that reached just above his ankle. As it never did.
His mother was a gentle and beautiful woman. Seeing her and knowing that he was her son, had always made Togashi's chest swell with pride and happiness.
Compared to his friend's parents his mother was already quite old, but she was certainly younger than most of their grandparents. And even then, she did not look quite as old as her birthdate suggested.
The smile resting placidly on her face did not waver as her eyes fell onto his naked penis twitching about, yearning desperately for her to administer her healing touch. She exhaled quietly, something between a sigh and an amused chuckle, as she pushed back a strand of her hazel-brown hair - just a little lighter than Togashi's own.
Each shallow breath made her enormous breasts heave up and down, the shape of them standing out against her tight, knitted-sweater.
Sometimes mom complained that she had put on weight, or that she was fat - accusations that Togashi had always rejected! His mommy's wide hips, her immense butt and her portly tummy were beautiful! Togashi always told her as such when they cuddled on the couch while they were watching a movie, when he wanted to push his face into her fleshy body and just let it devour him.
"Good morning, my little sunshine", she cooed softly as she got down into a squat, welcoming the naked Togashi into her arms, hugging her arms around his frame tightly, one hand resting on his shoulder, the other on his butt. The closeness of each other's bodies prompted a kiss. Their lips locked, tongues exploring the insides of each other's mouths, as their gazes met each other. Their usual morning kiss. A completely natural kiss between mother and son.
Togashi couldn't help but giggle as his mother's tongue trailed along the inside of his mouth, along his upper teeth and the inside of his cheek, - checking his hygiene just like any mother would - until it returned to playfully wrestle with his own.
He couldn't help but wrap his arms around her body. Well, as far as he could reach at least. Which, considering his tiny arms and his mother's gigantic breasts, was not very far. His palms managed to just about reach the base of her huge breasts and Togashi felt his body pushed into his mother’s cleavage. He moaned into her mouth as he felt his cock twitch painfully against her tummy and pulled his head back.
"Mom, my peepee..."
Togashi was lifted off his feet, strong arms under his armpits lifting and turning him before he could even finish his sentence and in the very next moment he'd been sat down onto the kitchen island within the middle of the room.
"I already noticed, darling", Momoko said, the loving smile on her face growing even broader. His mother's fingers ran over his flat chest, flicking over his young nipples - which elicited a soft groan from Togashi, followed by a giggle - and along his thin, athletic, but already slightly muscular stomach - Togashi was proud of how athletic he was, Coach often marveled at his physique. "Even though you're still so young!", Coach would say!
Finally, her fingers reached Togashi's groin and as Momoko grasped the foreskin-covered glans of his rock-solid, twitching cock between two finger - the thumb and the middle finger - Togashi groaned loudly, throwing his head back as he was overcome by the feeling that surged through his body.
This feeling was the same as every time his mommy took care of his erection.
It was the most intense feeling Togashi could imagine. One he had no control over. One that simply swept over him and forced him to surrender to it. He loved this feeling. And he loved his mom for giving it to him.
*
"Oooooh!", Momoko looked on in amazement as her son's cock twitched between her fingers, trying to bounce around as pint-sized globs of young pre-cum pushed through his phimosis tip and over her thumb.
"Does it feel that good already, sweetie?"
"Yes!", Togashi blurted out between moans, "It feels so good, mom!"
Momoko smiled softly at that. Nothing filled her with more pride than seeing her own son happy, filled with pleasure - and all due to her doing, no less.
She had begun her "treatment" of Togashi's condition when the boy had turned 5 years old, due to the influence of Togashi's nurse, who had tended to his erections since the day he had arrived in the hospital.
Momoko still remembered the day, finding her 4 year old baby on his bed, writhing in pain, crying and wailing, barely able to speak through the pain. It had put quite the scare into the older mother, because she had simply not been able to find the cause of his pain and Togashi had not been able to direct her towards it. Immediately she had rushed her angel to the emergency room, where they had been admitted by a younger nurse, who had found the culprit in a matter of minutes.
Togashi'd had a throbbing erection, solid as a stone, veins pumping blood through it incessantly. The nurse had stared at it for a wordless moment, before simply leaning forward and enveloping the cock of Momoko's son between her lips.
Momoko had wanted to scream then, to tear the perverted woman off of her gentle little son. But the shock held her back long enough for Momoko to notice the smile spreading over Togashi's face.
That smile had convinced his mother to trust in the nurse and, sure enough, as soon as Togashi's hips bucked and his taint contracted, his penis softened, his wailing ceased, and the boy fell into a gentle sleep.
The nurse had explained, that apparently Togashi was suffering from an increased libido to the point, that blood was continuously pumped into his penis, and, if left unchecked, could do irreparable damage to the boy before the age of 15. Cases like Togashi's, she had explained, were rare - almost unheard of - but probable.
Thus, he needed to experience an orgasm at least once daily. To make sure nothing would happen to him before he reached adulthood.
Momoko had been shocked, even more so when the nurse had assured her that for the first few weeks and months she would assume the responsibility for making Togashi orgasm, until Momoko had warmed up to the idea herself. 'I would never!', Momoko had protested.
But that initial shock Momoko had felt as she continued watching whenever Togashi’s erection was pleasured slowly grew into a silent acceptance within her. From approval it had grown into a certain interest. From fascination into bouts of jealousy and envy, from grudging into arousal and finally into a lust for her little boy's cock that she could simply not hold back anymore.
On the morning of his 5th birthday, Momoko had woken Togashi up with her head between his legs, bobbing up and down until she heard his conscious groans ring out over her, at which point her mouth had slipped off to suckle upon his testicles to start off his 5th birthday the right way.
Since that morning, not yet 3 years ago, Momoko had helped her son reach orgasm hundreds, if not more than a thousand times. Once every day, minimum. But the number of days, when she brought her son's cock to orgasm only one time were closer to single-digits than triple.
Momoko smiled warmly at her little baby, leaning back on his outstretched palms pushing into the surface of the counter he was seated upon, his head thrown back into his neck, eyes goggling up at the ceiling, with a contended, open-mouthed smile on his face.
Her fingers slowly rubbed over the little ridges between shaft and glans, pressing tightly into the solid flesh of her darling son's rock-hard cock, flicking her fingers up and down and pulling his foreskin along. Each pull would produce a sloppy noise, a satisfying squelch, as the foreskin slipped over the slimy head of his erection, making the pink glans pop out of its beige sheath.
The mother couldn't help but feel proud as she looked at how clean it was, how healthy the pink of the organ. She took great care not only to help her son orgasm whenever he felt the need to, but to keep his cock absolutely clean with the use of her lips and tongue.
It wasn't rare, that Momoko would spend some mornings on her knees in the bathroom. And as her son stood in front of the mirror brushing his teeth, Momoko polished her own using his cock as a toothbrush, her head bobbing back and forth with his penis in her mouth, her tongue hungrily trailing along under his foreskin - not only to bring him to orgasm, but also to clean all the dirt that accumulated naturally under the cock-skin of a little boy.
For a time Momoko had tried to make herself believe, that she only did this for her son's sake. Not out of lust, but out of duty. To see her boy grow up safely.
But soon she had realized that she would start playing with her son's cock when he wasn't even horny, that she was sucking his cock under the counter when he had friends over, that she would skip out on appointments to hear her son moan in pleasure.
At that point she had accepted, that she did this not out of duty... but pure lust and love for and over her own son.
But still, she had not yet gone the final step of having sex with him...
But she loved seeing his young, innocent face distorted into a twitchy mask of pleasure as the two fingers grasping his cock lowered the frequency of turning back, until they slid along the entire length of his 4-inch shaft.
His little legs gave involuntary twitches as Momoko masturbated him, tiny kicks each time his glans was exposed from under its skin and to the light breezes inside of their kitchen. Momoko wrapped her free arm around the lower back of her little boy to steady him as his orgasm grew ever closer, laying her hand down on his hip and grasping him close to her.
"Don't hold back, baby", Momoko whispered into her little cub's ear, as she pressed her apron covered breasts into his naked chest. She pressed a little peck on his cheek as she closed her entire hand around his cock, devouring it within her palm, all the precum he had produced now serving as lube for the real handjob she was preparing her son for.
Her fist flew up and down over her son's erection, squelching noises accompanying each miniscule movement, a wet SLAP! sounding out whenever her fist slammed into the base of Togashi's cock, a low PLOP! each time his bouncing testicles, torn up by her hand pulling along his cock skin, slapped back down against the varnished wood of their kitchen furniture.
"Cum for mummy, Togashi", she hummed into his ear, a low murmur that was silence to all but Momoko and Togashi, drowned out by his moans of pleasure as the boy started to buck his thin hips upwards, each time meeting the descent of his mother's fist, "Show mummy how much you love when she jerks your cock."
Togashi probably didn't consciously hear her words, that much Momoko was convinced of. And if he did hear them, he probably would not understand them. No, these words were for her. To verbalize her lust for her own son.
To him this was little more than what other children would see as "taking their medicine". Probably there was barely anything sexual about this to her little boy's mind. It was simply what they did because they had to. That is what she had told her husband. That this was simply her duty as a mother. And he accepted it. When Togashi's father was home it wasn't rare for him to sit and watch as Momoko rubbed her son to orgasm.
But there certainly was something sexual about it to Momoko. Masturbating her little boy, slurping along his tiny cock, and sucking both of his tiny testicles into her mouth, all the things Momoko did to make her son orgasm - these things were all for her. Maybe they had been from the very beginning. Right from when her son woke up to his mother's lips sliding along his cock. She liked it. And she was good at it.
"MOOOOM! I'M CUMMIIIIIIIING!!!"
One last time her darling son thrusted up into her fist and one last time did his doting mother's fist slam into his pelvis before the boy started to shake and moan in a high voice. As more and more weight descended upon Momoko's arm supporting her son, she noticed that his arms were giving out below him, all his weight shifting over to her.
His back arched with each twitch of his premature cock against Momoko's grasping fingers. And each twitch, in turn, brought out the voice she so adored. Soft, brittle moans spilled over his lips, heavy noises, dripping like a hot liquid and rippling through the house.
It felt like a long time, until her boy settled down, until she lowered his spent body into a comfortable position, his legs dangling off the kitchen counter, still lightly twitching once in a while.
Momoko smiled. She always did, when she looked upon her little darling, his chest heaving with every heavy breath he took, the back of his hand lying over his eyes as if he was trying to block out the blaring lights of the kitchen.
His cock, however, remained erect.
Momoko frowned. Her eyes darted over to the clock. It was 5:56. Her smile returned, and her tongue darted along her lips - to wet them for what was about to come.
She still had more than enough time to help Togashi reach one more orgasm. He woke up early, after all.
Momoko opened her mouth wide as her lips descended upon her son's rigid cock.
*
The first time Togashi opened his eyes to look over at the clock since his mom had started making his erection go away it said...
"Aa-aah?!"
7:04?!?
His penis had gone soft what felt like a long time ago, the two inches of soft spongy flesh resting upon his tiny testicles, which were currently being polished by his mother's tongue relentlessly darting along their lower sides, even rubbing over the little piece of flesh that connected his wiener and his butthole.
He had gotten sleepy after his mom had made him orgasm with her hands and when she had lain him down, he had allowed himself a short rest.
But now it was... he glanced back at the clock to make sure that he hadn't just misread the time... 7:04!
"I'll be late!", he stuttered as he pushed himself up, his mother's mouth shifting to remain buried in his ballsack until Togashi lightly pushed her head away - not without some resistance from her part.
"Thanks, mom!", Togashi exclaimed, as he jumped off of the kitchen counter and ran back out of the kitchen, jumped over their sleepy dog at the bottom of the stairs - completely unbothered by what had transpired - and dashed up the stairs to his room.
Quickly he pulled out clean clothing and threw it over his sweaty body. Togashi would have certainly preferred if he'd had the time to take a shower and get the foul musk of his strained body off of him, but the bus was gonna arrive in less than half an hour!
Dad had always told him how important it was to be on time, especially to work. And being at school was kind of like Togashi's work.
There was only so much time left, and he did only the most important things. Putting on clothes, quickly brushing his teeth, packing his school bag, then running back downstairs for a little breakfast snack.
As he came into the kitchen - his rattling school bag announcing his arrival well in advance - he saw his mother sitting at the table, her arm shifting quickly to her side as he came into view, a deep blush on her face. Togashi sat down opposite of his mom with a wide smile as he grabbed his utensil and dug into the pancakes his mom had prepared... almost an hour ago. They were cold, yes, but Togashi still loved their taste. Because he knew how much effort his mother had put into them. He closed his eyes as he relished the feeling of the sticky syrup in his mouth, chewing on the pancakes while his tongue swam within the liquid.
As he reopened them, he stared straight into his mother's brown, wet eyes gazing over his body, a soft and motherly smile on her lips. One that Togashi couldn't help but return.
But when his eyes fell onto the clock hanging on the wall behind his mother's head, he couldn't help but jolt in shock.
7:27.
Quickly he excused himself as he drank his orange juice in one big gulp and jumped off of the chair to run to his bus stop.
He couldn't be late for school!
But some things still had priority. So, he ran around the table to his mother's side and planted a loving kiss onto her cheek.
"I love you, mom!"