Alex and my mother continued showering together throughout the week. To my disappointment, my mother had adequately prepared for the sessions by wearing tight spandex shorts and sports bras each time. It still looked sexy as hell on her as it hugged her luscious figure tightly, but there was no more seeing through her bottoms at her bare butt. Then again, perhaps Alex didn’t mind, or at least his constantly stiff cock did not. It stood up hard and proud all the same throughout each of their bathing sessions. Regardless, mother’s beautiful white ass was the fuel of my masturbatory fantasies throughout the weekend.
On Monday, classes went on as usual and Alex, of course followed me home. My mom too was waiting expectantly for us at home.
“Alex, how are your wounds? Did you change them over the weekend?”
“No Aunty… I couldn’t reach some of them.”
“That’s not good. Come, let Aunty have a look at them.”
And with that, Alex was scooted off to the bathroom. I weighed the options of peeking at them again or just heading up to my room and masturbate to porn. The last few peeping missions during the past week did not exactly offer up any new developments. In fact, my mother had become quite professional about the whole bathing Alex thing.
What the heck, I thought to myself before walking off to secure a chair and a mirror. A few minutes later, I was again watching my mother in her tight shorts and sports bra, fumbling with the naked Alex’s bandages.
“Looks like you’re healing up nicely.” My mom beamed at him.
“Thanks for taking care of me Aunty May.”
“Don’t go starting any more fights okay? You nearly gave me a heart attack that day when you came here with all that blood on your clothes.”
“Okay…”
“Alex, I am really concerned. Where did you get all these scars?”
“…”
“Alex…”
“It’s my elder brother…”
“Does he beat you? Have you told your parents?”
“No… They wouldn’t believe me anyway. He’s the perfect one. He’s now doing his PHD in Cambridge.”
“You poor darling… Why does he treat you like this?”
“…”
“Alex… You can tell me…”
“Ummm… He saw me naked once. He saw my… My… Thing… And then he just started hitting me. Ever since that day, he would scold me or blame me for everything. He would beat me when my parents weren’t looking.”
“Oh my God.”
(Sobbing.) “He says I am a freak. Said my… Thing… Was possessed by evil spirits…”
“Oh, Alex…”
“I’ve thought of cutting it off before, but I was scared…”
Well, that was unexpected. I didn’t know whether to laugh or cry at Alex’s statement. He never talked about his family at school so this was news to me. My mother on the other hand, clearly opted for the ‘cry’ option. She rubbed her tearing eyes several times with her hands.
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