The Nurturing

It was a bright early-summer morning and Janice was doing a bit of gardening. Ever since her husband, Tony, died several years ago, she'd found peace amongst her plants. She'd always been a nurturer. Whether it was as a mother to her son, or during Tony's illness, and now with her myriad flora, she'd always had that strong sense of mothering and caring and helping others had always given her a deep sense of fulfillment.

Janice was plucking up some seedling weed sprouts that had bravely, and foolishly, attempted to take root amongst one of the beds along the wood slat fence that she shared with the neighboring Coopers. Her thoughts wandered from some changes she wanted to make to a section of vegetable garden, to her grocery list, to more or less, nothing at all.

And then she heard something that made the hairs on her arms stand up. A sound that triggered an involuntary, primal response... Someone was crying...

Her head snapped up and the tip of the trowel in her hand dropped onto the dirt. She strained to zero in on the sound. She flicked her wide-brimmed mesh hat off her head to give her ears full access to the surrounding air. She soon realized the crying was coming from just up the fence line.

Janice slowly rose from her knees and crept along the fence with her head canted and her ears guiding her like radar to the sobbing sounds. When she was just opposite the source, Janice peered between the fence boards and she could easily make out Charlie, the neighbor's son sitting in a lawn chair. Janice leaned in closer and let one wide eye look through the gap and she could see his shuddering, slumped shoulders and his plump face buried in his palms. Her heart dropped and she instinctively yearned to comfort him.

Charlie and Janice's son, Kyle, had grown up together. They'd been quite close as youngsters but grew apart somewhat in high school. They were still friendly, but they had just developed different interests and found themselves on different paths as they matured. Charlie had always been a plump kid who was a touch introverted but cheerful and sincere.

Janice's heart ached at the sight of Charlie so upset. For the briefest of moments a thought flashed through her mind that perhaps she should let him be, give him his privacy. Afterall, while he was a child to her, he'd technically become a man a couple months ago. But that thought could hold no ground against Janice's instincts.

"Charlie..." Janice called out in a soft voice. She saw him jerk up and recoil, his hands furiously wiping his face as he took a deep breath. "Charlie? Are you okay?" Janice's palm rested against the fence board as she leaned in even closer to peer through the gap.

Charlie cleared his throat but still croaked, "Mrs. Nelson? Hi... Um... I'm okay..." He sniffled and again wiped his nose. He tried to hold it back but another tear slipped down his red cheek.

Janice knew that Ted and Allyson Cooper were out of town for a few weeks, leaving Charlie home alone. Adult or not, her heart ached for the utterly sad boy she'd watch grow up.

"Charlie," Janice's voice was stronger now, more directive, "go up to the gate and come over to my front door."

"I'm okay Mrs. Nelson," Charlie again lied.

"Nonsense. No arguing. Come on now." Janice pushed.

"But... I mean...I..."

"Charlie..." Janice's voice deepened into that unmistakable, and universal mother's tone.

"Okay Mrs. Nelson." Charlie half-whispered. Although he was embarrassed there was no question he felt a sense of relief in not being alone just then.

"Good. I'll meet you at the door." Janice peeled off her gardening gloves and swiped at the fronts of her brown cotton shorts before heading for the back sliding door. She paused on the patio to kick off her sandals and then proceeded into and through the house.

Janice opened the door to find a sunken-shouldered Charlie before her, his chin on his chest, he managed a half smile, "Hi."

Janice smiled warmly, "Oh Charlie," she stepped out and gave him a quick hug then stepped back, putting her hand on his shoulder, she cocked her head down to catch Charlie's down-turned eyes. "Charlie," Janice implored and he finally returned her gaze. Her smile brought out a more sincere version of Charlie's.

Janice stepped to the side and just as she went to wrap her arm around Charlie's shoulders she caught his eyes stealing looks at her ample cleavage. Her white tank top barely contained her full, heavy breasts and just then Janice realized how obvious her thick nipples were against the straining fabric. She hadn't intended to see anyone this morning and had prioritized comfort over modesty. It was far from the first time she'd caught Charlie looking at her breasts. She'd caught some of Kyle's other friends doing it as well over the years and always just chalked it up to slightly flattering adolescent curiosity. But Charlie always seemed to be looking more often and his looks seemed to linger longer. He was never as quick to pretend that he wasn't looking as the other boys. For sure he was always just as embarrassed, if not more, when he thought he was caught but it was as if his enamoration was just that much stronger than the others.

Janice paid little attention and just went about ushering her young neighbor into the house. "Come on Charlie. Come on inside and let's talk, okay?"

Charlie nodded quickly in agreement and Janice squeezed his shoulders tight and her free hand patted his chest, "Good boy."

As they stepped through the door, Charlie immediately began removing his shoes, just as he'd done countless times over the years when he entered the Nelson's home. Janice closed the door and proceeded past Charlie, telling him to go sit on the couch when his shoes were off.

Janice emerged from the kitchen to find Charlie sitting awkwardly on the edge of the sofa waiting for her. She handed him a glass of water and a box of tissues. The latter triggering a new flow of tears to pour from Charlie's puffy eyes.

"Oh Charlie," Janice said with her hand rubbing the young man's thick back, "What is it Charlie? Why are you so sad sweetheart?"

With that, the dam burst and Charlie let it all out. He told her about being scared of the future now that he'd graduated. He told her about being lonely and how his friends were all moving on but he still didn't know what he wanted or was going to do. He told her about many fears and insecurities that all just seemed to be colluding against him lately and how he didn't have anyone to talk to. Even his parents were away for weeks.

Then he told her about his girlfriend breaking up with him. "I mean, I don't even know if I should call her my girlfriend," Charlie sniffled. "More just a friend who was a girl I guess. We only kissed once.' Charlie wiped his face with a fresh tissue. "Girls don't like fat kids."

"Oh hush Charlie," Janice admonished, "You're not fat. You just have a little extra padding. Besides, who cares? Anyone who can't see you for who you are isn't worth your time." She was trying to be encouraging and her hand landed on Charlie's bare knee poking out from his basketball shorts. Her other hand still lovingly rubbed his back.

Charlie forced a smile and took a deep breath. Janice took in the sight of him, so sad and scared and overwhelmed. Her hand left his knee and grabbed his wrist closest to her and pulled, "Come here Charlie. Lay your head in my lap."

Charlie initially resisted but Janice was convincing and he did so yearn for some comfort. He tried to just lean over but it was awkward and Janice told him to bring his legs up on the cushion. In no time, Charlie was laying on his side, with his cheek against Janice's thighs. Her thumb swiped a tear from his plump cheek and she cooed and lovingly pet his head.

In no time, Charlie's entire body softened and his breathing relaxed. Much to Janice's surprise, and slight embarrassment, her thick nipples grew rock hard and incredibly obvious. And there was no mistaking the stirring she felt deep down inside. The nurturing, the closeness of another person, Charlie's need for comforting, her own long celibacy were all crashing together...

Janice's hand kept stroking through Charlie's short brown hair but her mind was ablaze with thoughts. The voices in her head screamed at her about being inappropriate, vulnerability, consequences, fear of rejection, fear of acceptance...

Janice wasn't even aware that her hand had left Charlie's hair and the tips of her nails drifted lightly up and down his arm, her eyes gazed off into the distance as she struggled with her thoughts, her emotions, and her physical sensations. Soon her fingers were rubbing Charlie's hip and then out over his bent his thigh. Back and forth she touched and rubbed him.

Janice's focus suddenly came rushing back and she realized what she'd been doing. Her hand yanked back and she stole a look down at Charlie. He was frozen, his breathing quick and short as if his entire body was trying not to do anything that would make the touching stop. He looked so vulnerable...

Janice let her hand fall back to his body and again rub down along his leg.

"Roll over Charlie," Janice instructed in a low, sultry tone."

Charlie quickly shook his head in semi-resistance.

"It's okay. Don't be embarrassed, Charlie. Roll over." Janice encouraged him by letting her hand slip down across the front of his hip and push slightly into his crotch which Charlie's tightly clenched legs were protecting. "Come on now, roll over..." Janice's hand pressed deeper.

Charlie could resist no more and slowly slid onto his back. For a brief moment, his hands tried to cover his obvious erection but Janice swatted them away and they settled at his sides.

Janice knew she was all in now. She screamed back at the voices in her head to shut the hell up. With a deep, steadying breath, Janice pulled up her shirt and exposed her large breasts. They brushed Charlie's face and his eyes grew huge as he took them in. He'd never seen real boobs before, let alone had any touch his face!

His look and the overall scene only fueled Janice's actions. Her soft, comforting eyes held Charlie's and her finger and thumb pinched one of her hard nipples. She brought it to Charlie's lips and her other hand cupped his face and pulled him tighter to her. The request was obvious, even for one as inexperienced as Charlie but still she encouraged him, "Open your lips Charlie."

Charlie trembled in her lap, his lips parted and Janice fed her nipple to him. Charlie's lips almost instinctively began to suckle. Janice's head fell back and her eyes fluttered. Her hand pulled him in tighter, "That's...it... That's it Charlie..." Her breaths quickened "Suck... Soft..."

Charlie eagerly pulled the ever-hardening nipple in his mouth. His tongue rubbed back and forth against it as he nursed. Both his own enthusiasm and Janice's ever tightening grip threatened to cut off his air as his nose pressed into her fleshy breast. Janice allowed herself to get lost in the moment. The emotions were deep and powerful. Every single fiber that made her a woman all came to life at once! The mothering, the sexual desire, the comforting, the pleasuring... It was primal, natural, perhaps even dangerous...

Janice became aware of Charlie struggling to breathe. Her head fell back forward and she looked down at him again. Despite being smashed into her tit and only able to snatch quick hits of air, Charlie was not letting go of that nipple. Janice smiled and relaxed her hold on his head. Charlie drew a deep breath through his nose.

Janice's gaze turned further down the couch. Her weathered hand, with the large rings on her fingers trailed down Charlie's shirt-covered belly. She pulled it up and rubbed his pudgy, soft flesh. Charlie's erection strained against the nylon confines of his shorts. Janice's nails snaked under the elastic waistband and Charlie stopped breathing in anticipation. She had to fight a bit to get beneath the band of his underwear but she persisted and soon she felt his hardness against the backs of her fingers. She slid them alongside his shaft and rubbed over his scrotum.

Charlie simply held her nipple in his mouth as he laid there, unsure of how to react but desperate to not do anything that would make it stop! The pads of Janice's fingers and thumb pinched Charlie's erection. It was warm and pulsed at her touch. Janice felt a deep, unmistakable buzz deep between her legs. She gave him just a couple strokes with just the tips of her fingers before growing flustered the restriction of the fabric.

"Pull your shorts down Charlie."

Her eyes were on his crotch as she waited for him to comply but when he didn't, she looked back to his face. Charlie let her nipple pop from his mouth, it glistened with his saliva and turned Janice on even more. She saw the hesitation on his face. She cocked her head and raised an eyebrow, "Do you want me to stop now?" Her look implied that they both already knew the answer.

Charlie's head jerked side-to-side quickly.

"Well then..."

Charlie's thumbs slipped inside the elastic bands of both his underwear and shorts and his butt hiked up and he pushed them downward. With Janice's help and him scrunching his knees, the garments were soon down around his ankles and Charlie's raging hard dick was on full display.

"Oh, that's a good boy Charlie," Janice reassured. "Such a good, naughty boy you are Charlie." Janice let the very tip of the fingernail on her index finger trail up Charlie's shaft. "Are you a good boy Charlie?" Her eyes remained on his hard cock.

She felt Charlie nod in her lap.

"Suck my nipple Charlie."

Charlie turned his head and he again began to suckle at Janice's ample breast. This time with renewed purpose. Janice's lips parted and her eyes fluttered.

Charlie actually had a beautiful cock. Not overly long, but it was thick and with a gorgeous, plump, well-defined head. Janice felt her own juices flowing. Her fingers wrapped about his shaft and she couldn't quite get her thumb and finger to touch without a hard squeeze. Charlie may have been a boy in many ways but his cock was all man.

Janice slowly stroked up his shaft and a lusty look spread across her face as his lovely crown turned a deep purple as she squeezed it. Charlie began to suck her nipple hard, his teeth occasionally grated over it as he got lost in the sensations and grew more careless in his efforts. Janice winced at the slight pain but more so at the intense pleasure. It was raw and lovely in its inexperience. There was no way she was going to stop it.

Her hand stroked back down his cock and then she rubbed back out over Charlie's balls. Charlie naturally had very little body hair and his groin was no exception. It was sparse and light and she could easily feel the flesh of his scrotum against her fingers.

She let her grip return to Charlie's meaty, throbbing cock and she began to stroke him. Up and down slowly, feeling his heat. Charlie sucked even harder, his breaths little more than short gasps. Janice's pussy was buzzing with electric excitement.

"Has anyone ever touched your penis Charlie?"

Without releasing her nipple, Charlie shook his head in the negative.

"Mmmmm...Such a good boy Charlie... Does it feel good Charlie?"

This time Charlie's head nodded emphatically, again without releasing her nipple.

Janice chuckled, "A good, naughty boy is what you are." Janice gripped him hard and pulled up his shaft, to the head. Her tongue flicked over her lips as she milked a large drop of glistening precum from that beautiful swollen head.

She suspected Charlie wouldn't last too long but she wanted to get all she could out of this moment. Her hand returned to very slowly stroking his hardness. "My good boy..." She stroked a little faster, "Do you like Mama Janice touching you?" That even surprised Janice! Where did that come from?! But she leaned into it.

Charlie again nodded emphatically.

Janice cooed and her own hips began to subconsciously grind and roll. She had a familiar tug deep in her belly.

"Mama Janice makes her good boy feel better..." Janice began to stroke his shaft in earnest. "Feel so...much...better..." Her other hand was again pressing Carlie into her breasts, cradling him against her.

Charlie's butt began to lift and his hips started to twitch.

"Oh baby...Does that feel good? Huh? Does it feel good when Mama Janice strokes your dick?"

Charlie finally let her nipple go and he struggled to push against her grip and turn his face from her tits, "Uh huh..." he gasped.

Janice released his head and her hand just rubbed his cheek. "Do you want to watch Charlie? Huh? It's okay to watch..." Janice began to pump his cock hard, her forearm snaked under Charlie's head and helped lift it.

Charlie looked down his body and saw Janice jacking him off and it was all he could take.

His body began to buck and writhe, his hands gripped the cushions.

"Oh baby... That's it Charlie! That's it! You're so hard, baby. Mama Janice is gonna make you cum baby... Cum for me Charlie... Come on..." Janice's hand was a blur and flung strands of precum everywhere as she worked him. She actually saw his balls roll and pull up and knew it was time.

Charlie's body rose up and went stiff. His feet pointed inward and his thighs clenched. His breath caught in his chest and he watched Janice's seasoned hand pump up and down.

He grunted... The first shot burst forth and landed high up on his chest, onto his bunched up shirt. Janice's lips snarled, "Oh yes baby! That's it! That's it! Cum for Mama Janice!"

As hard as the first shot was, the second was even more powerful and a heavy splash of cum splashed against Charlie's face. His eyes were smashed shut and he jerked and shuddered as wave after wave of amazing pleasure crashed through him.

"Yes baby! Oh my... You're cumming so hard baby!" Janice pumped his throbbing cock as Charlie continued to explode. It had been decades since she'd seen a youthful cock cum. She'd forgotten how much and how hard they did so and she reveled in it.

Another shot of cum almost hit Janice's face and she reflexively yelped and flinched. Over and over Charlie shot stream after stream of cum. His hot seed splashed everywhere and covered his belly, landed on Janice's tits, got on her couch and into the carpet. Janice's pumping slowed as Charlie's incredible orgasm began to subside. She held his still very hard cock straight up and down and slowly and firmly milked it. Charlie's warm, thick cum coated Janice's hand.

"That's it baby..." Janice continued to milk him, waiting for that telltale sign that he'd given his all. "Give Mama Janice all your beautiful cum, Charlie."

And then it happened, her hand slid up, slick with Charlie's juices and when it rubbed the underside of his head, Charlie jerked uncontrollably. His orgasm was over and he was now ultrasensitive, as all men get once they've cum.

Janice knowingly avoided any further direct stimulation and just softly stroked his softening cock.

Cum rolled down Charlie's cheek and dripped off Janice's breasts. Charlie's butt finally settled back onto the couch and Janice felt his muscles relax. He took a deep breath, his head laid back onto her lap and his eyes finally opened to find Janice's loving, but dark lusty eyes looking down at him. She smiled and he returned it. His mind hadn't wrapped itself around what had just happened but his body was very glad it had.

"Feel better?" Janice cooed.

Charlie nodded, slightly embarrassed.

Janice leaned forward, smothering Charlie's face in her breasts as she snatched a tissue from the box on the coffee table. She wiped the cum from Charlie's face and her eyebrows raised as if to say "wow".

Charlie giggled.

"Well now," Janice began, "We're both a little messy huh? How about you sit up and I'll get us a towel? Or do you want a sock?" Janice smiled mischievously.