Author: Marku
Title: Robert gets to know his mom
Part: 3 of 4
Summary: Robert has a number of intimate interactions with his mom, and gets to know her better than he ever thought possible.
Keywords: mF msolo preg lac

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======= Part III ==========

Mom was released home 2 days later, and we all started to settle
into a new routine. 3 days after we got home, Grandma was
released too. She came to the house to briefly see the baby, but
the internist who had been treating her had said that she
shouldn't stay in the house with a newborn, just in case she was
infectious. Grandma was extremely concerned that she could harm
my brother, and she insisted that my Dad drive her home straight
away to recover. Mom had been home 5 days, and things had
starting to get back to normal, so she said Dad could go, and I
would help her out as needed.


Dad gave me some instructions on things that were needed around
the house. I got a crash course on diapering a baby. I learned
how to swaddle them. I learned how to sooth them.


Mom was still recovering from what turned out to be a somewhat
significant loss of blood after delivery. She was as close as one
can be to needed a transfusion without actually getting one.
Because of this, she was still slow around the house and didn't
move out of bed for hours at a time, saying that she was just
exhausted.


Dad left with Grandma for the 12 hour drive home. He planned to
stay with her for 1, or maybe 2 days, to ensure she was settled
in, and then drive home. (She couldn't fly due to the pulmonary
effusion.)


An hour or two after dad left, Mark woke up from his nap. Mom was
in bed and called for me to bring Mark to her. I picked up Mark
from his crib and brought him into mom's room where she was
leaning on a few pillows against her headboard.


"Oh, someone is hungy again!" Mom said.


I knew that mom had been breastfeeding Mark since he was born,
but i hadn't seen anything even close to a boob since i'd been
home. Dad had either shooed me out of teh room, or he had said
things like "Mary, make sure that nursing cover-up is pulled all
the way down, please." Mom did as he requested and made sure to
always be covered up when nursing.


However, when i brought Mark into her room this first time, she
didn't shoo me away. She didn't put on a big nursing cover-up.
She just said "Ok, Robert, thanks. That's all for now."

I stood to turn around right and leave right as she pulled down
her nursing gown and bra. I couldn't really stand there since she
had made it clear that she didn't need me and I was to go. But i
was able to look just long enough to got a very nice view of her
distended nipple and large areola. I tried to think of some
reason to stop and ask her a question just so i could get another
look, but i couldn't think of anything, and had to walk out. When
i left her room, i went directly to mine to masturbate. It took
me all of 3 minutes of thinking about her boob and nipple to
climax and ejaculate into my hand towel i keep by the bed.


I laid in bed until I heard mom call out for me again, this time
to change Mark's diaper. I quickly cleaned myself up and went
back into her room. Mom's nursing gown that she had been wearing
was gone, and she was just in her bra, with the covers pulled up
to her waist. She said that Mark had spit up on her gown, so she
took it off. Seeing mom in the bra wasn't, in and of itself, very
titillating, but it was something that she never, NEVER, would
have done before, with or without Dad at home.


I changed Mark and cleaned him up before placing him in his
swinging bassinet. He got fussy after a few minutes, so i picked
him up to walk around the house with him. When we walked by Mom's
room, she was trying to pick up her dirty gown from the floor,
but i could see that she was holding on to the bed in such a way
that it was clear to me that she wasn't feeling well.


"Mom, are you ok?" I asked


"Um, i'm not sure. I got up to put the dirty clothes in the
basket, but felt dizzy as soon as i bent down."


"Don't sweat it mom. Can i trade the baby for your dirty
clothes?"


She laughed and said sure, she'd take teh baby if i take the
dirty clothes. I said i'd run a wash then come back in and check
on them in a few minutes.


I brought her basket of clothes to the laundry room on the first
floor. I started the water running and put in the first of the
clothes. The basket was pretty full, and had a few days worth of
clothes in it. I'm not sure if mom didn't remember it, or perhaps
thought that Dad had taken care of them, but i came across three
pairs of her pairs of panties that had bright red blood stains in
the crotch. I wasn't exactly sure what was happening, but it did
cause me some concern. However, Mom seemed to be OK as long as
she was in bed, so i didn't want to make too big a deal out of
this. I was also a little uncomfortable telling mom I had looked
at the crotch in her panties. I ran all the laundry and went back
to my room to do some homework.


Mom called me an hour later and said i needed to change Mark
again and put him down. She was just finishing feeding him when i
walked in. She was now wearing a tee-shirt over her nursing bra.
The tee-shirt had to be pushed up over the boob that she was
nursing from. She made eye contact with me, but didn't seem to
mind that I was watching her finish nursing.


"Are you ready to change him? He's pretty sleepy, so go quickly
or he'll wake up."


"Will do. i'll just change him here on your bed, ok?"


"Sure, of course honey."


As she pulled off Mark, i got another great look at her large
areola and nipple. She handed him to me at teh edge of her bed
without yet covering herself up. She eventually pulled up her
nursing bra flap, but only after helping me get him into position
and a diaper from her side of the bed. I tried really hard not to
stare, but it was difficult for a 13-year old not to!


"Woops, guess I need to keep this covered up. Your dad would kill
me if he saw me hanging out like that."


I put Mark to bed, and went to bed myself. 4 or 5 hours later, i
heard him crying, so woke up to get him so that Mom wouldn't have
to. I brought him in to her, and she was still asleep.


"Mom, Mark is hungry. Can you feed him now?"


"Umpf. I'm tired. Guess i have to, though. Help me get this
tee-shirt up"


Although i was half-asleep, i suddenly realized that Mom has
asked me to help her get partly undressed.


"Mom, should you take it off so it's out of the way? Or just push
it up?"


"Either way, just help me move it. I don't really have to energy
to move much."


I suppose i was being a letcher, but i decided that it was best
for my mom to remove the tee-shirt completely. I put Mark down on
the bed and reached to help my mom pull off her tee-shirt. She
only half sat up, and I had to wiggle the shirt a fair amount to
get it off of her.

"Thansk. Not sure I could have done that without you. Give me the
baby."

Fortunately I had left the light on in my room, so there was just
a little light in Mom's room. My eyes were adjusting now, and I
was able to see her in her bra. She pulled down one of the flaps
before I had even handed her the baby. Her eyes were closed, and
I could tell she wanted to fall right back asleep.

"Can you put him up here on my breast, please?"

"Oh, sure, I guess"

I brought the baby up to her boob, but before putting his lips on
her nipple, I took a moment to stare and take in the sight. I was
sitting 2 feet from my mom, her eyes closed, nipple hard and
almost ready to leak out some milk. Mark started to cry a bit so
I had to bring him up to latch on.

"Thanks honey. I'm not sure how I would have gotten up to get him
if you weren't here."

"no problem Mom, glad to help. Shall I wait here so I can take
him back when he's done?"

"oh, yes, please do. He normally only drinks a little bit at
night and will be back asleep in a few minutes."

Sure enough, in just two or three minutes, Mark was almost
asleep. Mom switched sides to keep her milk flow even.

For some reason, she didn't fold back the flap covering the first
breast. She just left it uncovered.

I moved just slightly to the side so that if she opened her eyes,
I wouldn't be right in front of her staring. My eyes had fully
adjusted to the light, and I was now starting at a perfect
nipple.

It was long and hard. Perhaps as long as ½". The aerola was
brownish-pink and shaped sort of like an egg - rounded on top and
bottom, and longer on the sides.

I couldn't see too much detail in the light, but just knowning
that I was looking at forbidden fruit just inches from me was
delightful. If I had touched my penis at all, I would have
ejaculated in my underwear.

"I think he's sleeping" I heard mom say, as I looked up and saw
her looking at me. She pulled him off and closed up both sides of
her bra flaps.

"Oh, ok. Should I bring him back to his room?"

"Yes, please Robert. Then come back as I need you to check
something for me."

I brought Mark back to his room and laid him down. He was fast
asleep.

I returned to Mom's room to see what she needed. She had turned
on her side table light so there was much more light in the room.
She was still wearing the bra, but the sheets were pulled down to
her knees. She had one some shorts, but I could tell that there
was blood on her thighs and on her sheets.

"Mom, what's going on?"

"I'm still bleeding. I have looked it up online, and it could be
either from the small incision they made, or from my uterus
itself."

"Um, OK"

"If it is from the incision, we can just pack it tonight with
some gauze and I can try to go to the Dr tomorrow. However, if it
is still from my uterus, I may have to call an ambulance to bring
me in right now."

I was scared. I didn't know why she was losing so much blood, but
it clearly had been happening since the delivery.

"I need you to check my vagina and see where the blood is coming
from. I know that it's not something you want to do, but I need
you to help me."

"Oh, sure Mom. I can help." I was half worried and half excited.

Mom pulled down her shorts first, revealing her panties sopping
in blood.

"Oh, Mom. Wow that's red."

"Ready?"

"Yes"

She pulled down her panties and put them on top of her tee-shirt
which was on the side of her bed.

Her vagina was still smooth and bald. But there was blood all
over the place.

"Mom, i'm not sure what to look at"

"I'll pull my legs back a little bit so my vagina opens up. Can
you look and see if you see bleeding?"

I tried looking, but didn't see anything right away.

"I can't tell. There is too much, um, blood here for me to see."

"Ok, go into my bathroom and get a hand towel and fill the small
plastic tub with warm water and com eback out."

I did ask she asked. She remained in that position - hands
pulling her knees back, letting her bald vagina remain open.

"Can I turn on the overhead light too so I can see better?"

"Yes, please do. Come over here and get the towel wet. Now gently
run in down my vagina from the top."

I got the towel a little wet and placed it on her belly, just
above her vagina. She didn't say anything so I pulled it down to
her anus, leaving a clean streak behind. She did squak a little
bit as a ran over her clitoris. I wasn't sure what had happened,
but she just said "Oh, um, be a little careful on the top. That
is my clitoris, and it hurts if you are too rough with it."

"Sorry. I'll be careful of your clitoris next time Mom." I knew
that the word was a little naughty - I had heard it at school.
Mom was using it with me, so I felt it was OK to use it with her.


I repeated the gentle towel rubs three of four times before her
bald vagina was mostly clean. Right when I finished, I saw a
small blood drop forming at some sutures below her vagina. She
had said something about a little cut the Dr had given her, and
how they had sewed it up. I knew that the blood was from this
suture. But I didn't want to end this yet.

"Well, i'm not really sure. Is it possible the blood is from
inside your vagina? Or would it only be outside?"

Mom responded, "It could be inside. That would be bad, and we may
have to call an ambulance if that is what it is."

I think I should check a little bit them. I'm not sure I see
anything yet on the outside. I lied.

Mom told me to use my fingers to spread apart her lips to see if
I could see inside. I was almost giddy that my mom was asking me
to touch her labia and spread them apart to look inside. As much
as seeing her vagina was giving me an erection, I was enjoying
talking with her about it just as much.

"I don't want to hurt your clitoris again, can you just show me
where it is so that I don't hit it?"

"You won't hit it honey. It's the little nub at the top of my
vagina where the inner lips come together. I just need you to
spread the lips below that and try to look inside for some fresh
blood. Do you see anything inside me?"

I spread her lips apart and looked around. I fortunately didn't
see any fresh blood, but didn't want to conclude my search quite
yet.

"Should I move those smaller lips too so I can see inside?"

"Do whatever you need to see inside my vagina."

"Dad has that small flashlight on his bedside table, can I use
that to check? I'm not seeing anything, but I just want to be
sure."

"Ok, that's fine. Go get it."

I grabbed the slim 2xAA flashlight and returned to my position
looking over Moms vagina and ass. I spread her outer and then
inner lips with both hands, thinking I could hold the flashlight
in my mouth. That didn't work as I could aim the light very well.


"Hold on, I have to just use my left hand to spread you apart and
look inside you."

I inserted two fingers and spread them apart to hold her vaginal
opening wide open for me. I used the flashlight to examine all
the parts that I felt that I could look at without causing an
obvious delay.


By this time, mom had dragged over her pillows and proped them
under her head so she could watch me work.

When I felt that her internal exam was sufficiently complete, I
used the flashlight to look outside.

"Oh," I exclaimed, "I see some blood here from your stitches." I
reported the finding that I had really made 5 or 10 minutes
earlier.

"Oh, good" Mom replied. "Is it only coming from there?" I looked
around outside again, and even grabbed her labia to check each
side thoroughly. I moved each fold left and right, up and down,
checking for any blood. I got close to trying to touch her
clitoris directly, but felt that I shouldn't push my luck.

"I think it's just this stitch you got."

Mom said "ok, that's a huge relief. I think we can just pack it
with some gauze tonight and then call the Dr in the morning.

I wasn't really sure how Mom wanted to pack it, and I don't think
she really knew either. She decided that she wanted to see it and
see how fast the blood was really flowing. She asked me to get
her the small hand mirror from the bathroom.

She slowly scooted back to the headboard so she could lean
against it. She brought her knees up as high as they could go and
opened up her legs again. I was standing at the foot of the bed,
and so had a perfect view of the vagina that I had just inspected
so throughly.

"Oh, yeah, I see it. It's just a little spot, but it sure is
bleeding a lot." Mom used the wet towel to hold against her
suture line in the hopes of slowing the bleeding.

I mumbled an agreement, but was really just enthralled in seeing
my mom spread wide open again, looking at vagina in the mirror.
It was intoxicating to me.

"Wow, they really did shave all my hair off" Mom sort of said to
herself. I guess she hadn't really looked at herself since the
delivery.

I could have ignored the comment, but I was interested to see
where it may lead.

"Oh, did they? They shaved the hair off of your vagina? Why did
they do that?"

"Sally did it at the hospital before the new Dr came in. I guess
he thinks it's more hygenic. You were in the room, but I guess
you were just busy reading your book."

"Oh, I guess I was. The Dr made the nurse shave off your hair? I
still don't get it."

"Yeah, I'm not really sure either. I guess it's something that
they used to do more often in the past. Women had to be shaved
totally bald or the Dr thought that the baby would be exposed to
too many germs."

"Huh. And you used to have more hair on your vagina?" I asked,
knowing full well what the answer was.

"Yes, I used to have much more. I don't really like to shave my
vagina, although I used to do it when I was a teenager and young
adult. Since then, I really just trim it down for bathing suit
season."

Mom continued, "If I had known that the Dr was going to insist
that I be shaved completely, I certainly would have done it here
at home. I don't think that your Dad would have loved it, but I'm
sure that I could have gotten him to help me do it."

The thought of my dad seeing my mom in this position, and shaving
her vagina bald, was something that I had not ever considered.
Although I would normally not enjoy the thought of my mother and
father doing anything at all sexual, seeing this new side of my
mother (literally) had started to change that.


I was still standing at the foot of Moms bed, watching her hold
the towel on her suture line from below her leg, but otherwise
her vagina was still wide open for my viewing. At this point, mom
became aware of me just looking directly at her vagina, and
decided that it was enough.

She removed the towel and closed her legs. "Ok, I need to get
some gauze on my bleeder and then change the sheets so that they
don't stain. You'll need to put them in the wash."

"Sure mom"

"First, for the gauze. I was thinking that an absorbent maxi-pad
would work well. Can you get me one from my shelf in the
bathroom?"

"Um, sure, but tell me again what it is you need."

Mom let out a little laugh, realizing that I didn't know anything
about female hygiene products.

"On my shelf in the bathroom, there are some boxes of female
products. Bring the two big boxes in here, and i'll get what I
need."

I went into the bathroom, and opened her cabinet door. I took two
of the boxes and brought them back to her.

"OK, that one is the maxi pads, that's what I want. The other are
tampons, and I don't need those now." I turned to put them back
when mom said "Well, wait. Hold on. Bring them back for a
second."

I left both on her bed next to her. She pulled out a maxi pad.

"This is what I need. It'll cover me and absorb the blood that
leaks out overnight. I can try to put on some tight underwear,
and maybe even wear two pads so that it's held tight to my skin."

"The tampon," she explained to me, "is for women who are on their
period. It's a small pad that goes inside and collects blood flow
from the uterus. As I said I don't really need that now, but I
think that I may try one just in case."

"What do you mean, mom?"

"Well, if I put in a tampon tonight, and it stays clean inside
me, then i'm not bleeding internally at all. If there is fresh
blood on it, then we have a problem afterall."

"Ok, I guess that makes sense."

"Normally women would do this in the privacy of their bathrooms,
but you have certainly seen everything I have already."

With that, mom unwrapped a tampon. She unrolled the string and
opened up her legs again. She spread her lips with one hand, and
started to put in the tampon with the other hand. She got it
started, but just couldn't reach down far enough to push it in
all of the way.

"Robert, I'm sorry to ask you again to help me. I'm sure that you
have had enough of this for one day, but I just need you to push
in this tampon."

"Oh, OK. How far?"

"I guess to your second knuckle. Try that and we'll see."

I had to kneel on the bed and scoot a little to get close to her.
She was leaning against the headboard with her vagina again wide
open for me. The cotton wad was half in and half out of her
vaginal opening.

"Ok, should I just push it in, or pull it out and start again?"

"You might as well pull it out so you can see how long it is
going to be when it goes into your knuckle."

I gently grabbed the end and pulled it out. Mom's vagina gave it
up easily, and stayed open for a moment after it came out. I
looked at it for a moment, and reached down to push it back in.

"Can you open me up again with one hand? It goes in easier if you
have one hand opening up the lips a bit."

"Sure"

I scooted a little closer so that her right foot was about even
with my left knee. I reached down from above so my wrist was
closer to the top of her vagina, and my fingers were pointing
down. I pushed open her inner lips but at the same time, I think
that my hand rested on her clitoris because mom let out a little
gasp.

"Oh sorry, did I hurt you?"

"Oh no, you just pushed on my clitoris a little bit on me and it
startled me. It's fine."

I finished opening up her lips all the way, and inserted - slowly
- the tampon as far in as my second knuckle. Mom closed her eyes.
I left my finger in for at least 10 seconds before deciding that
I should pull it out. I didn't want to do anything to get mom
upset.

Once I had removed my hands, mom took out the mirror again to see
how it looked. She said it looked fine, and that if she were
going to use the tampon to go swimming or something similar, she
would have rolled up the little string and inserted it into her
vagina as well. Mom said she'd check the tampon in the morning to
ensure that it didn't have any fresh blood on it.

When this task was done, Mom said he wanted to put on the
maxi-pads. She asked me to get her a new pair of underwear from
her drawer. I happily agreed, as the thought of looking through
her drawer - with her permission - was delightful. I grabbed a
blue pair, and she said that they were fine because they were a
little small for her.

Mom then got out two maxi pads and stuck them on the underwear
that I had retrieved for her.

"Usually you'd just use one, but I don't want to keep bleeding
out tonight." With that Mom, pulled up the underwear and my view
was gone.

"OK, Robert, let's quickly change these sheets, then get back to
bed before Mark wakes back up."

Mom sort of rolled off to the side of the bed and let me do the
work. I pulled down the blankets, and then the sheets. Only the
bottom sheet was bloody, the rest seemed OK.

Mom also had on a plastic sheet under the bottom sheet, so that
the mattress hadn't gotten wet at all. As I was removing the
sheet and readjusting the plastic mattress protector, I hit some
paper on Dad's side of the bed.




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