The following are short stories about the overprotective single mother Cathy and her three children 18 year-old triplets Connie, Christopher, and Christina.

After years of trying to convince his mom, it finally happened. Christopher was now given permission to try out for his high school baseball team. Possessing natural talent, he quickly made the team and was given the most playing time for a rookie. During her son’s baseball games, Cathy put away her overbearing mother instincts and became her son’s biggest fan. Then it happened. While playing shortstop, a hit came spiraling towards him, nailing him in his crotch. He fell down to the ground and sighed in pain. All Christopher could think was, “Thank god I’m wearing a cup.” The coach called timeout and his teammates helped him up. He told the coach that he was good, but Cathy, in full mother hen mode, raced on the field down to her son. “Honey, are you okay?” She asked him. “I’m fine, mom,” he replies. “You are done here,” she tells him. “You need to have this looked at.” “I’m not done. It’s the middle of the game,” he responds. “Oh yes you are.” With that, she grabs her son’s arm and forcefully leads him off the field and into the parking lot. She opens the main door to her van and sets Christopher down. She begins unbuttoning his pants, but he fights her. “I need to look at it, make sure you’re okay.” she instructs him. “No, mom!” He yells. She manages to get his pants down, and he takes out his cup and pulls down his boxers. “Young man, if you keep squirming, I’ll take you over my knee right now!” He gives up and stops squirming. His mom handles his penis with care, stroking it gently, before moving to the testicles. “You’re slightly red down there. I have some ointment, and I think what I’ll do the next few days, is apply some after bath time.” He sighs at her. She then pulls a tube of ointment out of her purse and rubs it all over his balls out in the open.

Christina was about to graduate high school and unlike her siblings, she till needed her HPV shot, so her mother set up an appointment at her pediatrician. Christina sat down in the waiting room while Cathy checked her in. After about a few minutes of waiting, Nurse Shannon brought them back to Room number 4. “Christina, your mom explained to me that you need a physical for soccer in the spring, so your mother and I decided that you should get your physical now,” Nurse Shannon told her. “Oh, okay.” Christina said with a confused look. “Dr. Adams will be in shortly,” she says before she exits. A few minutes later, Dr. Adams enters. He performs the reflex tests, listens to chest, checks her eyesight, listening, and the whole nine yards. “Christina, please take off your shirt and your bra.,” the doctor orders. Christina is petrified taking her shirt off in front of her mother and male doctor. She does what she is told, and the doctor performs an exam on her decent sized breasts. When that’s done, he gives her permission to put her bra back on. He has her lie on her back. He unbuttons her jeans exposing her panties. “Alright Christina,” he says in his patronizing tone. “I’m gonna take a quick peek down there to make sure you’re developing properly.” With that, he takes a look, and pokes and prods for a few seconds. “Okay Christina, the physical is over. Now on to your shot.” Dr. Adams goes and gets the shot prepared. Christina begins to pull up her pants, but Dr. Adams stops her. “Not so fast Christina,” he tells her. “You still have your shot.” She is mortified when she realizes what is going to happen. She pulls her jeans and panties down, exposing her buttocks. “Now Christina, this might hurt. Would you like your mom to hold your hand?” The Doctor asks. “Sure,” she replies. With that, Cathy moves over and grabs her daughter’s hand as the needle makes contact with her skin. The injection hurt so much that it brought her to tears.

Connie had been sick with a cold for the past week. It finally went away, but Cathy still took her baby’s temperature every night before bed. The only issue for Connie was, that her mother still used the rectal thermometer, despite her age. Connie’s friend Veronica was having a sleepover with other girls at school, and she was invited. She finally persuaded her mom to let her go, on the condition that Connie take her temperature and text it to her. At around 9:15, Connie snuck into the bathroom and took her temperature, but with Veronica’s ear thermometer. She texted her mom the reading, but never got a reply. At about 9:45, the girls were watching a movie in Veronica’s room, when Veronica’s mom opened the door. “Connie,” her mom said. “Your mom is here for you.” “What?” She asked. Cathy stepped into the room, clutching her purse, while Veronica’s mom leaves. “Hey baby,” she tells Connie. “I don’t think the reading you gave me was right. I need to check for myself.” Connie is mortified. “What? No!” “Come on baby. It will be real quick.” “No mom!” “Do I need to get a paddle?” She asks. “Fine,” Connie relents. “Girls, I’ll be right back. I need to take her temperature real quick.” The girls look in curiosity as Cathy leads her down the hall and into the bathroom. Cathy locks the door, puts down the toilet seat, and sits down. She puts Connie over her lap and takes out a thermometer and petroleum jelly from her purse. “Baby, don’t embarrass me like that ever again!” She tells Connie as she takes down her pajama pants and panties. “Embarrass you? You embarrassed me. None of my friends get their temps taken this way.” “Well, they would be so lucky to have a mother as nurturing as I am,” she reaffirms. Cathy lathers the tip of the thermometer with petroleum jelly and pushes it into her daughter’s anus. Connie jolts with discomfort. “You’ve been getting your temp taken your whole life, and you still do this.” She says with annoyance. After five minutes she takes the thermometer out and reads it. “98.6,” she declares. “Much better.” Connie stands up and pulls her panties and PJs up. Cathy cleans the thermometer and puts it back into her purse. “Call me when you’re ready to be picked up,” Cathy tells her. “Okay.” “Have fun, but give mommy a quick kiss goodbye.” Cathy briefly gives Connie a peck on the lips before unlocking the door and letting her out.