Wet Dreams

By Jamie

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Wet Dreams

A young lad has started to have wet dreams causing his mum to have lots of washing. She decides that action is needed to bring these to an end.

Wet dreams

Andy Jonas was a bright bubbly 13 year old who lived with his mum, 15 year old sister Gabby and kid brother Harry, aged 11 ½. He shared a bedroom with his brother and generally enjoyed life and school. He had become quite shy over the last year, even getting changed for bed in the bathroom so his little brother wouldn’t see him naked. On the contrary Harry had no such concerns and would happily wander around naked after his nightly bath.

It all started to go wrong for Andy one Saturday morning, he was in that half sleep state between dreaming and waking, he then woke up and noticed almost immediately that he was wet. Hs first thought was a scary one, had he really wet himself in bed, and then he quickly realised that his pjs were not wet but sticky. He’d had a wet dream. He knew about them from sex ed in class but this was the first one. He felt proud because he knew that meant he had started puberty, but then that was quickly followed by a worry, what about his pjs?

He got up quickly, observing his little brother fast asleep and rushed over to the bathroom which was opposite their bedroom. He took off his pj bottoms and wiped the cum off with toilet paper and then tried to damp down the wetness. He returned to the bedroom and got dressed quickly and folded his pjs up neatly and put them under his pillow as normal.

Later that morning, Mrs Jonas decided as it was a lovely day, it was good day for washing. She went up to the bedrooms and began to strip the beds and gather up the nightclothes. If she washed them all now, then they would be dry by bedtime.

In the boys’ bedroom she went over to Andy’s bed and retrieved the pyjamas from under his pillow. She immediately noticed they were wet. On closer examination, she smiled and thought to herself... has my little boy become a man? She took them downstairs and into the den where the 3 kids were playing a board game.

“Andrew,” she said, he looked up, “yes mum”

“Can you come out here please, I want to talk to you”. He jumped out and followed his mum outside the room

“Why are your pj bottoms all wet?” she asked

He blushed and didn’t know what to say.

“I spilt something on them and tried to wash it out.”

“Umm. And you didn’t think how they would get dry under your pillow.”

“Err no guess not I suppose.”

“Is there anything you’d like to tell me?” his mother asked gently.

He blushed again, shaking his head.

“Ok run along then.” she said

He ran back into the den glad to get away from the awkward questions.

Five days later:

Andy woke up, and noticed that once again he had had another wet dream. His pjs bottoms were all sticky again as was the sheet as he’d been lying on his front when he ejaculated. Unfortunately for him, Harry woke up soon after and then their mum came in to get them up for school, so he didn’t have a chance to do anything about the mess. He just stuffed the pjs under his quilt and hoped his mum wouldn’t go into their bedroom during the day.

Unluckily for Andy, once the kids were off to school, that’s exactly what his mum did, tidying up the mess on the floor left by Harry and then deciding to air the room, opening the window and rolling back the quilts on the 2 beds. There she saw the scrunched up pjs and the stained sheet.

She mused to herself wondering what to do as she couldn’t spend time cleaning his bedclothes after every wet dream. Over a coffee, she browsed the internet and came across a mum’s advice website. One of the topics was on wet dreams and after reading all the comments, she knew what to do. She smiled to herself. She knew Andrew would be embarrassed, but she was determined to take control and besides it was good that a mother knows about how her children are maturing, especially the boys. Her daughter was very open with her about things, but Andrew was so shy.

She changed the sheet, put clean pjs on his bed and carried on with her day.

When Andy came home he immediately rushed upstairs to the bedroom, to discover to his horror and a clean sheet and clean pjs. His mother must have found his sticky mess. He didn’t know what to do and tried not to think about it. He tried to concentrate on doing his homework but found it difficult.

It was nearly half past 8, when Mum said to Harry ‘bath time’. As Harry headed up the stairs, she turned to her eldest son and added,

“Andrew, I think you could do with one too. So, go upstairs and supervise Harry and have a bath yourself, I’ll be up in a moment, as there is something I’d like to talk to you about.”

Andy looked at his mother with astonishment, but realised from her tone of voice that she meant him to do as he was told, pondering what he would say when she questioned him about his sticky pjs. He trudged upstairs to find his little brother running the bath already undressed.

Harry looked at his brother, “Did mum say you had to have a bath too Andy?”

“Yes, she did.” He sighed.

“Kool, we can play with my boats.”

Harry had a large collection of little boats he played with in his nightly bath. The last thing he wanted to do was play with his brother in the bath, but thought it best to keep that thought to himself given the circumstances. The bath was big Victorian bath and certainly had room for 2 boys in it, even with Harry’s small flotilla!

Harry hopped into the bath and looked up at his brother who was still standing there fully dressed. At this point, Andy heard his mum coming up the stairs. She looked at Andy and then said

“Well done Harry, come on Andrew get undressed; you can’t have a bath wearing clothes goodness knows you’ve got two sets of pyjamas wet already.”

He looked at his mother open mouthed and she gave him a knowing look and added, “we will talk about that in a while, there are going to be some changes to bedtime routines, but first bath, now.”

Like a condemned man he began to strip off his clothes and soon was down to his pants. His mum just stood there arms crossed obviously not going anywhere. He slowly pulled them down to reveal his manhood, which was about 3 inches long with a smattering of pubic hair around it.

Harry stared and said, “ooh look mum Andy’s got hair round his balls.”

“Yes, I can that Harry, your brother is going through puberty, it won’t be long until you start I suppose.”

Andy jumped in the bath and attempted to hide himself to some extent. Harry pushed a boat towards him and encouraged his brother to play along. Their mum left them to it and went out the bathroom and unseen by the boys into their sister’s room, where Gabby was doing homework. She explained to her daughter what she wanted doing, and Gabby readily agreed to help, a big grin on her face, her mother gently chiding her saying, “don’t tease him Gabby please”.

They both walked into the bathroom to the boys’ surprise.

“Right listen up boys. Andrew I’ve noticed that you’ve been having a few wet dreams recently and I can’t keep cleaning your pj bottoms and the sheets, so we need to try and stop the happening. “

“What’s a wet dream mummy? “asked Harry

She explained it in simple terms and said that he too would have them when he started puberty. All boys had them to begin with.

Turning back to Andy she continued,

“Well first and foremost from now on both of you will sleep naked, many people do so and that will save getting anything wet and sticky wont it Andrew.?” He blushed red and nodded, his hand resting over his middle as he sat in the bath hiding his willy.

“I’ve been doing some reading and the best way to bring an end to the dreams is to make sure you don’t have excess inside your testicles before you go to bed, so we will do that after your bath.”

Andrew looked confused, but didn’t say anything as his mother was in telling mode not open to conversation.

“But first, I want Gabby to help me as both of you aren’t washing properly in your baths. No arguments now, Gabby can help because one day she will be a mum and now is a good time to learn. Harry stand up please. He did as he was told, and she got a bar of soap and began to thoroughly wash her son until he was covered in suds. He was giggling as she did this especially as she washed his willy, which as a result was sticking up at the end, about 1 and half inches.

“That’s so cute” said his sister.

Mother smiled and said “yes boys are at this age, not at all worried about being seen. As you can see Harry is still a boy, but you’ll notice over time that his willy will begin to get bigger as he approaches puberty.”

She washed him down and told him to get out the bath holding out a towel to wrap himself him.

“Now Andrew stand up. NO arguing” she added seeing he was about to protest. “your turn now Gabby.”

“But Mum I can wash myself.” Shouted Andrew, “I don’t need Gabby washing me, this is so unfair.”

“Enough. You will do as you are told young man.” And she slapped him on his bottom. Andrew stood there shocked and his bottom lip quivering as his sister soaped up her hands began to wash her brother. The sensation of her hands on his skin was great but he was so embarrassed and humiliated he didn’t then appreciate it. As she got lower down his body, she hesitated, but encouraged by her mother she started to wash his penis.

Under such ministrations it didn’t take long for it to start to thicken and rise, and she stopped but her mother said, “don’t mind that, its normal. Besides it will have to be hard for what’s to follow.”

Soon Andrew was standing there fully soaped up with his erect willy sticking up through the soap suds. Harry was giggling at it, not noticing that his own willy was also doing the same.

Soon he too was clean and out of the bath drying off. Teeth were then cleaned and the whole family repaired to the boy’s bedroom. Andrew as then told to lie down on his bed face up. His mother then explained to children that he needed to be emptied of his semen to stop him having a wet dream, the term used was milking or masturbation.

“Have you started masturbating yet Andrew.” He nodded, “just a couple of times. Is it ok to do it?” he whispered.

“Yes, perfectly normal dear, I’d be worried if you weren’t. Now lie back and let me show your sister and brother how it happens and then let’s stop those wet dreams.”

She then took hold of him and began to slowly masturbate him; Harry and Gabby were fascinated at how hard the penis got and it wasn’t long before Andy was starting to breathe heavily and his hips buck.

“Right now, pay attention, Andrew is about to ejaculate. No questions Harry just watch.”

She sped up and soon Andy let out a cry and came, the sperm shooting a little way out of his willy onto his tummy

“Wow” said Harry, “will I be able to do that?”

“Of course.”

Andy didn’t know whether to be excited or ashamed at his display, he certainly was so exposed, and his sister was watching everything. She had a big smile on her face and she looked at him, “way to go little brother.”

“He needs emptying so why don’t you try Gabby, he’ll soon get hard again.”

Gabby didn’t need asking twice and she grabbed hold of his willy and began to manipulate it as her mother had done and soon Andy found to his surprise he was hard again and getting excited. It took a bit longer second time and he was beginning to enjoy it despite the embarrassment. He came again though the quantity was less and felt exhausted after.

“Good boy” said his mother. “Now Harry fetch some loo roll for me and Andrew’s flannel and Gabby you can clean him down so he’s already for bed like a good boy.”

Gabby wiped away the sperm and then gently used the flannel to wash his tummy and willy.

Her mother took them from her and whilst she was out the room, Gaby leant over and whispered so his ear,

“I enjoyed doing that Andy, nice willy you’ve got there, maybe Sally might like to see it when she comes for a sleepover on Friday.”

Andy looked horrified, he’d be the laughing stock if anyone found out. Gabby just smiled and said

“Sweet dreams boys, and no wet ones Andy. Night night”

As she got up from the bed, she let her fingers run along body and over his now soft willy, “so cute” she said to herself as she left the room.

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