Without thinking, I told him I had to see if it remained something in his rear. In fact I just wanted to start over. I put some cream back and entered again. His sigh made me realize how I really wanted to, I went pretty deeply right away.. I was carried away by what was happening and I started to probe him, this time looking at his face.
I told him there was more, but deeper. As I had made room and I was limited by the length of my finger, I came out and joined my middle finger. I went slowly but I saw his mouth open as he looked at me while I proceeded. I could not refrain from raising my eyebrows.. "Oops, it's suddenly bigger, is it?" I told him he had a funny look and asked if I hurted him. He said no, but that "it took too much space".
I liked his answer, I was not trying to hurt but I wanted him to feel my fingers well. He was very flexible and I felt much better introduced. I really could go further and I started to make wide circles. I could hear him breathing at times. I asked what was going on knowing it was because of the doubled width and the extra length.
Massaging him with two fingers seemed to further strengthen his erection. He was red just like a tomato and I think I was too. It made me sick and I began to search more firmly. My movements stimulated his expulsion reflex and he couldn't stop pushing. While he was in full effort, I suddenly saw a sticky thread dangling from his penis. It made me frantic and I accentuated my movements telling him that his stick was squarely "drooling".
I wanted to embarrass him even more with remarks. "Are you possibly messy at that point?" I continued my rotations making short sentences because I was breathless and it was noticeable. "I didn't know a boy could be so dirty, how can you behave like that?" He didn't answer. "Hmm? Tell me.." I insisted knowing how uncomfortable he felt. "Is it because you have something into your bottom that you're so stiff?"
He continued to push without being able to speak. I wanted to force him to answer. "So what is it? Is it mommy's fingers that cause this to you? Is it when she turns, like that?" In the midst of the effort he succeeded in articulating a "Yhess" that made me laugh. But I liked to hear that, with that very low voice, pushing on my fingers and the red on cheeks.
I asked him if he was not ashamed. His stiffness and his string of secretions incited me to almost mistreat him. While I was "working" on him I suddenly saw a brown liquid leaking at the hollow of my palm. By dint of pushing, he was producing premature faeces. I ended hand full of poo and my panties soaked. It was the trigger of everything that was to follow.
I don't ask for morals, I know I'm disgraceful and in describing this I don't expect compassion, advice nor do I encourage my example. I just need to share it, maybe just not to be alone with this secret?
That night was sleepless, I fondled myself without being able to think of anything else. I dressed in shaking and I went like a robot straight to his room. I woke him up and he asked me if it was already the morning. I said no, that it was in fact the night, but that I had something important to say to him.
I remembered him his erection and I immediately saw his embarrassment. I said it was a problem, maybe even a serious one, and I told him about the prostate. He was not of age to understand but to explain something real gave me a kind of good conscience. I told him that boys have a special gland into their rear and that we would have to check it because his erection might come from there.
