Scott continued lying in his mother’s lap as her fingers gently massaged along his arms and the top of his head as though he were a house kitten.  She stroked so lightly that a warm, tickling sensation was making its way along his skin in goose bumps, and he scarcely had the energy to feel embarrassment for it.

            Though still catastrophically uncomfortable being a foot tall and totally in the nude, the feeling of Judy’s soft fingertips against his skin was incredibly soothing after such an exhausting evening in Maggie’s shoes.  He could almost feel himself beginning to drift off to sleep.

            “SCOTT!” sang out the voice of his sister, jolting him back awake, echoing through the halls of the house as loudly as though she were already standing above him and scooping him up in her eager fingers.  “Where aaaaaare you?”

            Surprisingly, she didn’t sound angry.  He would’ve expected her to already be fuming at the fact that he left the kitchen after being told to stay put.

            Instead, her tone held the revere of a daycare worker searching for a misbehaving toddler that had wandered off.  Sweet, almost.

            Somehow, Scott found himself more chilled than ever by this fact.

            “We’re in here, honey,” Judy answered loudly enough for Maggie to hear in the other room.  As she spoke, the hand that had been petting Scott laid itself down on his body, her palm flattened firmly without pressing onto his stomach.  He was clasped rather snugly against her warm thighs, partially hidden from view.  She seemed almost to be shielding him.

            Scott frowned, still wondering what was happening with his mother tonight.  He wasn’t one to look a gift horse in the mouth when he was being offered an escape from Maggie’s bathtub and socks, yet part of him was still driven to paranoia from the stark contrast.  Either she was on drugs and had lapsed into the most charitable mood of her power-drunk life, or something strange was going on.

            Scott knew there was no way he was lucky enough for it to be anything other than the latter option.

            “Mom?  Mom, we won the game!” Maggie cried as she bounded enthusiastically into the room.

            “That’s fantastic, honey, congratulations!” Judy answered back genuinely.  “I’m sorry I couldn’t be there.  This evening was the only time the group from Techilogic had for a meeting and, you know, with the bid coming up soon, I…”

            “I know, I get it Mom.  It’s fine.  Do you have Scott?” the teen asked innocently, suddenly shifting her tone again.  “I need him.”

            “You need him?”

            “Yeah.  He’s all gross.  I had him in my sock for the very end of the game, so I was gonna give him a bath.”

            “I see.  That’s nice of you.  I’m sure he needs it,” Judy commented, leaning her face closer to her lap and inhaling quietly before sighing.  “Yes, he does.  I can smell it from here.  Maybe it’s time we got you some new cleats.  We don’t want your teammates complaining about them in the locker room.”

            “Mom, they’re fine.  He’s the one that soaks it up like a sponge.  It’s not my fault.”

            “Nobody’s saying it is, honey,” Judy said calmly, apparently trying to defuse the situation.  Her palm, still splayed over Scott’s stomach, began caressing back and forth by pivoting on the heel of her hand.  The goose bumps returned and Scott felt bizarrely safe beneath her maternal touch, more so than he had in years.

            Okay, seriously, Scott thought to himself with a frown, even as the tingling sensation returned to his skin and made him feel pleasantly tranquilized under the smooth circular motion of his mother’s creamy palm skin.  Who the hell was this woman?

            Whenever Judy played her cards like this, it was usually to lull Scott into a false sense of security so that she could casually warp his mind with some humiliatingly macabre exercise to further cement his place at her feet.  At this point, he was fully braced for it to take place any moment.

            The sad part was he didn’t even care, whatever it was she had planned.  Anything was still better than going back to Maggie this evening.

            “Well, can I have him now?” Maggie repeated.  Scott could hear the thumps of her feet as she marched confidently across the room toward their mother’s desk, then suddenly saw her face appear over Judy’s shoulder as she peered down at him.  She wrinkled her nose in surprise and distaste at the sight of Judy’s fingers spread over Scott’s bare chest and shoulders.  “Wow, Mom.  What are you guys even doing in here?  He’s not a cat, you know.”

            Scott couldn’t help but roll his eyes at his sister’s comment.  In her eyes, viewing him as a cat would probably be an improvement.

            “Yes, I know, but he seemed pretty worn out after your game.  I’m guessing you wore him for a little longer than just the very end?” Judy answered nonchalantly.

            “Why, did he say that?” Maggie asked cheekily, grinning broadly and clearly hiding her venom with some effort.

            “No, he didn’t.  He didn’t say anything about it.  I just know my kids pretty well,” Judy explained.  “And plus, I actually need him to myself for a little while.  It’s been a long day.”

            “What?  But Mom, you said I got him tonight!” Maggie whined, stomping her foot and crossing her arms.

            “I know I did, but you had him for the game.  I could use some relaxation time.  You can see him tomorrow.”

            “But you said he needs a bath,” Maggie added earnestly, still determined to get some more time out of this affair.  “How about I do that with him, and you can stay here and wait?”

            “I would, honey, but I’ve got some work I need him to do that might get him a little dirty again.  I’ll wash him myself in the morning.  You don’t need to worry about it.”

            “Fine,” Maggie sighed, exhaling dramatically and turning to exit the room.  “I guess I’m just going to bed, then.  I’m wiped out.”  Her defeated response came more speedily than Scott expected, and he couldn’t help but wonder if it had something to do with her discomfort in mentioning his bath around Judy.

            He had a sneaking suspicion Maggie wanted total privacy while giving him his first bath, and that was what made him tremble the hardest at the thought of it.

            Judy didn’t look down at him, but must’ve sensed his shaking, because her fingers set about massaging his abdomen again in gentle strokes, and it actually worked, despite the humiliation Scott felt for it.

            “Thanks, sweetie.  I’ll see you in the morning.  And we’ll do something special for your win tonight,” Judy added cheerfully after Maggie as the French door swung lightly against the adjacent one without closing all the way.

            Finally, her gaze returned to Scott in her lap, a half-smirk on her lips.  “Cold, honey?” she said simply, grazing her thumb along Scott’s cheek as lovingly as possible as the last of his nervous quivering faded away with Maggie’s departure.

            “No, I’m fine,” he answered uncomfortably, patting his mother’s branch-sized finger as a gesture of gratitude as it slid down the crook of his neck again.

            “Are you sure?” Judy pressed, her brow furrowing slightly.  “You’re shaking a little.”

            “Must just be the… you know, the no clothes thing,” Scott peeped.

            “Maybe,” she agreed, nodding her head and leaning back in the desk chair to better examine her sprawled son atop her thighs.  The legs of the chair creaked quietly under the weight of her full womanly frame, but silenced quickly after.  “Maybe I can give you a hand with that.  Would you like that?”

            “Um, sure,” Scott lied, but deciding any positive answer he could give would be in his favor at this point.  He still wasn’t sure how much Judy had been embellishing when she told Maggie she had some work for Scott that would dirty him up again.

            The blonde Stevens family matriarch didn’t say anything else.  She only beamed as she lowered her right hand from the desktop, now placing both palms atop her son.  The hand that had been lying on him previously hugged him closer to her palm, and her fingers curled around his ribs, squeezing just enough to let him absorb some of the heat from her smooth skin.

            She let her thumb rest atop his chest and begin fondling innocently back and forth from side to side across his pecs.  Scott could tell her finger was lingering a little longer on his left side so she could feel his little heartbeat.  With her other hand, she flattened her fingers together and laid them overtop his legs and began to caress the few inch differential that she was unable to cover fully, given that he was a foot tall.

            Scott initially froze up, but realizing Judy would notice his stress instantly and only try harder to break it down, forced himself to relax his muscles.  After a minute or so had passed, it was easier than he expected to surrender to his mother’s practiced massage techniques.  It was definitely working at both warming him up and soothing his aches.

            He knew Judy had spent a few of her summers back in high school working at a spa treatment facility to earn extra money and had gotten skilled at manipulating the human body into a peaceful calm.  It had to be even easier with him, given how much of his skin she could touch at any given moment with her hands, which were already large by the standards of normal-sized people.

            With the hand she had laid across her son’s lower body, Judy tilted her wrist and, pressing her pointer and middle fingers together, began to massage along Scott’s legs.  She began with his shins but quickly moved inside his leg, kneading her fingertips generously along his calves and finally up to his inner thighs, where she set about caressing with increased vigor.

            The young man had to bite his lip and willed himself to stay loose as he looked down his body to where Judy’s two fingers were rubbing his left thigh and bumping regularly against his scrotum.  She obviously didn’t mind the occasional contact, but it was making Scott uneasy with each light touch.

            “You’ve really got a lot of tension down here, honey,” Judy observed to her son, frowning a little as she noticed it.  “You must’ve been really clenched up during the game.”

            “Y-Yeah.  I was really, um…” Scott gulped as his mother’s finger brushed against his genitals again.  “…tense.”

            “I guess that’s to be expected.  Really, she shouldn’t be doing that with you, not during games.  We talked about that when you first came home a month ago, but I guess it slipped her mind.  I’ll make sure it sticks this time, honey.  All right?” Judy said sweetly, tilting her head adoringly and flashing him a friendly pucker of her lips to indicate a blown kiss.  “Tonight, you just need a little extra attention and then you’ll be fine again.”

            “Yeah, I, uh…” Scott sputtered awkwardly.  He didn’t even have time to feel confused at this bizarrely charitable statement of hers regarding his wellbeing before his mother’s fingers moved even more deeply up his thigh until they were pressed flush against his member.  He flinched involuntarily at the contact, more from shock than anything else.

            “This doesn’t hurt, does it?” Judy asked casually as she continued massaging his thigh.

            “N-N-No,” Scott coughed, blinking with exasperation, and he was telling the truth.  There was no pain.

            In fact, it was quite the opposite, and that was an even bigger problem than pain.

            Though Judy’s fingertips were focused squarely on his aching thighs, the mere fact that they were still fully in contact with his miniscule goods and methodically rubbing back and forth was plenty to start a chemical reaction in his brain synapses that he knew would very soon spiral out of control.

            “I think I’m okay down there, Mom,” Scott offered quickly, realizing what was happening in his body as a new wave of pleasure rippled through his skin beyond mere relaxation, sending a rapturous tingling down to his crotch in pulses.  “I feel a lot better, really.  I’m warmer and ready to go.”

            “Are you sure, honey?” Judy said, raising an eyebrow as she continued unintentionally masturbating her little boy without halting her progress.  “You still feel really tense.”

            “I’m sure.  Totally fine,” he added, almost tripping over the words, and wrapped his hands around Judy’s thick fingers to try and slow them down.  He could already feel himself firming up.  “I can handle that area.  Seriously.”

            “Oh, Scott, you’re being silly again.  Just relax, okay?” Judy sighed, tilting her head back to examine his entire body more accurately.  “You really think you’re fine now?”

            “Absolutely.  Thanks for the, um…” Scott stuttered.  “…the massage.  It felt good.”

            This seemed to do the trick.  Judy’s fingers ceased their rhythmic stroking against the young man’s crotch and a beam bursting with pride spread across her full pink lips.

            “So glad to hear, Scott.  I guess I haven’t lost my touch since I was eighteen, have I?”

            “Not at all,” he agreed emphatically.

            It flinched, rising a little higher, and Scott began to pray from the depths of his soul that she hadn’t noticed.

            After two months of no contact with his girlfriend Ella and no access to certain livelier locations on the Internet he had taken for granted in the past, he was backed up enough that just about any physical contact was enough to give him the shivers, no matter the source, and no matter the context.

            “I’d say you’re going to be okay, honey,” Judy said proudly with a nod of her head.  “A good night’s sleep and you’ll be okay.  And I will make sure you don’t go down there again during games.  You can be sure of that.”

            “T-T-Thanks,” Scott stammered as his mother’s hands wrapped gently around his sides and lifted him like a toddler off of her lap, setting him lithely onto his feet on the carpet.  Swallowing hard, he added: “P-Please don’t… um… don’t say I asked you to say something.  Please?”

            Nodding knowingly, Judy gave him a smirk before continuing with uncharacteristic sincerity, perhaps owing to the consequences she knew would befall her son if she didn’t keep her promise.  “I won’t.  Don’t worry.  Now, I’ve still got a couple more things to send out, so you can go ahead to your bed,” she said.  “We’ll wash you off in the morning.  And don’t sleep too late; we’re having a visitor tomorrow before noon to go over some financials for the campaign, and I want you… available if we need you.”

            “Great,” he panted, grateful beyond belief for having made it to the end of this conversation, far too exhausted to give a second thought to this foreboding request.  He began jogging toward the door, though was careful to not look like he was trying to escape his mother.

            “Scott?” Judy called out expectantly just as he’d thought he’d managed to slip carefully through the French doors again.

            “What?” he wheezed back, cupping his hands protectively around his sinfully tempted junk again.

            “Mommy loves you,” she chuckled, waggling her fingers at him daintily before turning back to her desk as though it was the most ordinary thing in the world, while her son marched off to a night of sleepless frustration.