Being carried by my mom when I was a boy, she’d take me everywhere she went with her fingers tight over my private area. Everywhere she went. Everywhere she went.
It made the whole world sparkle and shine, without her hand everything seemed so benign
when her hands moved my world twinkled and dinged
Each position she held me a different bell ringed
Until she bounced me on her knee
I felt so free
I would laugh shout and giggle with glee
As her knee bounced me I felt the exact shape of her knee hit me in that exact spot
Bounce me and bounce me and bounce me and bounce me and bounce me and bounce me into I was in a complete daze.
The whole world disappeared and it was just me and the feeling my private was giving me. I was in heaven for a entire half hour until I started falling asleep.
Knowing I was tired, she glid her fingers across my private thru my pants on up across my chest, it ringled and dingled, and spread into a bunch of stars that spread in waves and circles, then back down her fingers went, and right back over it again to refresh the tingles until it spread across my entire body.
Eventually the tingles spread until it was just me and the whirl of tingles and dings. I floated away in this beautiful cloud of tingles and dings in circles and circles and circles until the metronome of constant dinging put me straight to sleep.
Then one day, when I was in bed with her, I saw her hand and that she was sleeping, so I cuddled with her hand snug over my private exactly the way I wanted and the fingers supported me until I drooled perfectly to sleep only to wake up the next morning still drooling with her hand snug against my private to the point I was in a world both me and my private area only knew together. My mom’s fingers and heaven. I fell in love with her fingers just for those few times until I forgot about it.
