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Arthur Problems

Arthur awoke in a sweat causing Pal to haphazardly get up from his spot on his owner's bed and stare at the boy. The aardvark reached for his eyeglasses on the nightstand next to his bed. He did not bother to turn the light on, as he was not going to stay awake that long if the previous week had been any indication.

"Just a little simple chemistry experiment, nothing can go wrong at all Arthur," Arthur groused as he got out of bed after throwing the covers off of his lower body; accidentally covering his dog Pal in the process who protested with a muffled bark. "sorry, Pal." Arthur said before pulling the covers off of the small dog.

Arthur knew Pal sensed his master's frustration as he was scratched behind an ear before the boy left his bedroom.

Arthur's reason for going to the toilet was between his legs, an issue he at eight years old had to deal with because of a science experiment gone wrong. Alan, known as "The Brain" for his intellect and being the smartest boy in Arthur's third-grade class had offered his friend a concoction.

Brain, as he was also known, was trying to process his latest obsession by using chemistry to sort out his feelings. Arthur when stressed just played more video-games or ran around outside with his friends. Brain when stressed gave himself extra study assignments, this latest one claiming Arthur as a victim.

Arthur's muffled footsteps tread softly down the hallway; his bedroom slippers he had slipped into serving their purpose well as he walked to the toilet. Shutting the door and making it a point to lock it, though his dad had told him the lock was a little iffy and he would fix it-right after a big catering job was finished for a certain used-car dealership owner.

Arthur volunteered but his father told him in no uncertain terms was he to attempt -any- repairs without adult supervision. Arthur relented and instead called up Buster to go biking, an activity that was becoming more difficult as Arthur's problem grew out of hand in his pants as he spied a couple of older girls hanging out in the park.

Thankfully he managed to adjust himself in such a way that he finished the bike ride without Buster being any wiser or anyone else for that matter. But now, now he was in the bathroom at home dealing with something he had been too embarrassed to seek help from Brain about or a doctor.

His boyhood, honestly manhood now, was adult-sized and had two large testicles that actively produced sperm now; (he had a microscope and checked out part of one of his loads out of curiosity) when combined with his now very productive prostate it all gave him a "package" that would make a -lot- of people envious.

Arthur was not all that thrilled about these physical developments. He wanted to remain a kid, a child, not a very easily aroused eight year old! It was frustrating, but it also felt good so there was that upside. Whenever he released the pressure built up after his daily struggles with trying to not find the girls his age and older females attractive in arousing ways.

The aardvark dropped his pajama bottoms around his ankles and sat on the toilet lid. Flicking his slippers off his feet he relaxed himself a bit as he looked down between his legs at his problem; the large, almost as thick as fist when flaccid, and just a bit over thirteen inches when erect, cock that was semi-erect with his plum-sized orbs throbbing within his scrotum.

Everything was good to go as far as his sexual organs and the boy sighed as he started to fondle himself. He had only started to masturbate two weeks ago, just as his arousal and male parts started to grow. He started slow, cupping his scrotum and gripping the bottom of his quickly hardening pillar.

The tip became exposed as he peeled back his foreskin and revealed the large, quickly darkening, tip. He stifled a groan as his testicles throbbed in tandem with other lower body muscles to produce a stream of semen that leaped out of the tip of his cock to splash on his stroking hands.

Arthur quickly got to work, knowing what to do to speed things along so he could go back to bed; working the shaft with both his hands he began to stroke himself, using alternating strokes, with one hand sliding downwards while the other slid up over his sensitive flesh.

He was really getting into it when he heard footsteps on the hallway's wooden floor and panicked. The bathroom door lock was likely going to fail, and he had no way of hiding himself properly. Arthur quickly tugged up his pajama bottoms, not remotely capable of covering himself with them, and held them up with his cock pointed straight up out of the top of them pressed against his pajama top.

He quickly hit the light-switch and hopped into the tub and drew the shower curtain just enough to hide himself as he settled into the tub on his rear and tried to calm his breathing. The door to the toilet opened and in came his mother Jane.

The sleepy eyed woman quickly dropped her own pajama bottoms as she hit the light switch and flipped up the toilet lid in a practiced motion. All of which would have revealed her pert ass and large hairy bush to her son if he had been looking before she settled in on the toilet to pee.

Arthur struggled not to find his mother peeing arousing. He had never even considered her anything but his mom, his feelings for her purely paternal in nature. But the sound of a female's urine hitting the toilet bowl water made his cock throb and grow even harder.

Arthur decided to stroke himself a bit more, getting himself inreasingly aroused bit by bit as he listened to his mother pee. Jane for the most part was sleepily going over numbers in her head, accounting was a full-time job in her mind along with being a wife and mother.

The wife part was pretty easy, since David was no slouch in the sack and pretty decent as far as family duties. She had plenty of reasons to keep the household neat when not working and had worked things out as far as raising their children pretty well.

They both had agreed to each take the majority responsibility in one child each; David was harder on Arthur when he messed up and Jane mostly avoided calling D.W. by her full-name in her authoritative, take no prisoners, or backtalk, tone by letting her pester her eldest child, Arthur.

Kate? Kate was not an accident, but she certainly was not fully planned out and as a result due to her age a shared responsibility among the entire family; with Jane mostly caring for her while she worked out of the house. Sure Jane had been bothering David a lot that year leading up to her youngest child's birth for more sex than usual; with her being the aggressor and her hubby swearing she had part bear in her somewhere.

Still they were fond memories of sweet, firm (aggressive) lovemaking that got her fingers gently stroking over her clit. She pulled her hand away and checked the wall clock in the bathroom. It was a little after three thirty in the morning. Plenty of time to rub one out as the boys would say.

Arthur sat in the tub, wondering why his mother had not flushed and washed her hands before leaving him alone to finish jerking himself off when he caught a breathy gasp come from his mother that he had never heard before. The slight cooing noises and soft panting continued for a bit as Arthur's heart slowed to a crawl.

His mother was masturbating! She was rubbing herself raw a foot away from him and all it did was make his cock even -harder-!

Jane cupped one of her breasts, if she had the time she would have stripped off her top and played with her nipples, while her right hand's fingers stroked her clit between rubs of her pussy lips. Her breathing increased as she gently used the skin of the hood of her clit to stimulate the pearl-sized organ. Flicking her finger back and forth before letting herself cool-down and then starting the process all over again.

Arthur knew his glasses would have steamed up if the AC was just a bit higher in the house. He was finding it harder to control his urge to jerk off when his cock tip bumped his nose as he leaned over. Desperate to cum, and not caring if it was gross, he took his own tip into his mouth and discovered a world of sensation like no other.

He quickly fought off a groan before diving down on his cock, swirling his tongue all about while stroking his shaft with one hand and bouncing his balls around with the other. The arousal he felt listening to his mother get herself off was immense and soon his seminal fluid started to leak steadily into his own mouth.

Jane was entirely unaware of her son jerking it to the sounds of her rubbing herself raw and had no reason to stifle herself all that much. She still was alone in the toilet, she thought, so she started gasping louder as she neared her peak without easing off.

Arthur sucked and lapped at his tip, puckering his lips to suck hard which caused his mouth to suddenly flood with cum as a familiar feeling overtook him that had started in his groin and worked its way through his abdomen and back down to his scrotum again. Swallowing multiple times to contain his mess, Arthur heard his mother release a breathy groan as she also came.

Sagging against the back of the toilet, Jane flushed it before wiping herself off and washing her hands in the sink. She was about to leave when she spotted Arthur's slippers sitting on the bathroom rug.

"He must left them after taking a pee." Jane said aloud as she dried her hands. Her cleaning instincts kicking in she picked them up and opened the door to leave, by some quirk not shutting it all the way as she was focused on returning the slippers to her son's room.

Arthur peered from behind the curtain and quickly ninja walked out of the toilet. His brain was on fire, a plan in effect before he consciously knew he had one. He power ninja walked down the steps using the heels of his feet, the house if only a tiny bit older, would have given him away with the carpeted wooden steps creaking at each footfall.

But luck was on Arthur's side as he closed in on the kitchen and quickly set about getting a simple, ordinary, glass of milk. Settling into a chair at the kitchen table. He attempted his best impression of being drowsy, which was easy given the awesome orgasm he had just had, and drank some milk to wash away the taste of his own semen; something he would think about later on.

Jane shortly thereafter came downstairs to find her son enjoying a glass of milk in the kitchen. After finding his room empty save for Pal who was sleeping easily on her son's bed, she had correctly reasoned he was getting something to drink.

"Finish up and go back to bed." she said firmly. "You know I do not like it when I have to give you -the treatment- when you do not get enough sleep." Jane ominously added as she turned to go back upstairs. "Oh," she said mid-step out of the kitchen and turned to speak to her son again. "you spilled some milk on your pajama top. Throw it in the hamper on your way back to bed and I will take care of it with the laundry."

Arthur was about to say he did not spill any milk when he realized the stains on the front of his pajama top were from his cum squirting out around the seal of his lips he had made around his own cock when listening to his mother pee. Memories of which threatened to cause him to grow erect again but he simply said, "Yes mom." and went back to drinking his glass of milk.

Later having disturbed Pal again to get into bed, Arthur lay awake thinking about what had happened. Pal gave an annoyed soft bark at being disturbed during a dream of Dog-Arthur fetching sticks thrown by a humanoid version of Pal, and giving Dog-Arthur belly rubs for being a good boy before returning to sleep once more.

The aardvark boy sighed before removing his glasses, now top-less, and going to sleep. He was sure he had forgotten something. But that something could wait till later as he yawned and let sleep take him.

The rude awakening he got the next morning after not waking up on time came via "The Treatment": a warm washcloth to the face held by his mother, who rubbed the sleep out of his eyes while holding him down by his chest to keep him from thrashing about.

"MOM!" Arthur groggily shouted as Jane giggled mischievously as she washed her son's face.

"Get out of bed on time and I don't have to do that." Jane giggled before leaving to return the washcloth to the bathroom.

For once, Arthur was glad he did not have morning wood as he got out of bed to face the day and hopefully avoid having to -take care of himself- during lunch in the boy's toilet at school.

The End