After a sports injury I picked up as an (18yo) teenaged boy I needed to have a simple surgery to clean up some torn cartilage in my knee. Whilst routine and not particularly invasive, it did necessitate a general anaesthetic. Just a simple day surgery, I was released from the ward after an afternoon of rest and a meal. I went home to recuperate and spent most of the afternoon lounging on the sofa before taking an early night and retiring to bed. Despite spending a good portion of the middle of the day unconscious, I was beat, and my body needed rest to recover.
I woke up late the next morning to my mum gently knocking on my bedroom door.
"Honey are you awake yet?"
"I think I was still dozing but yeah I'm awake now mum."
"I wanted to let you rest, but it's 11:30 and there's a couple of things we need to do today. How are you feeling?"
"I'm alright I think mum. My knee is stiff and sore, but I guess that's to be expected."
"Yes, there will be swelling from the surgery and that's going to make it a bit uncomfortable for the next couple of days at least. How's your head feeling?"
"Not too bad thanks mum, just a bit groggy. I don't know if that's from the anaesthetic or because I just woke up!"
"Well let me take a quick look at your knee and we can pop down to the health centre later to pick up some painkillers."
I scooted up in bed a little so I could prop myself up on the pillows. Mum walked over and sat on the edge of the bed. She took the duvet and pulled it aside so she could take a look at my leg. I hadn't noticed, but typical of a teenaged boy that's just woken up I had the last trace of morning wood. I was hardly tenting my boxers, but my semi was definitely visible through my small trunks.
Her attention focussed lower down my right leg than the bulge in my underwear, my mum got straight to taking the butterfly clips off the bandage and unwrapping my knee.
"Come on, help me out a little! Lift your knee up a bit."
I tried to bend my leg but it was resisting my will. Some combination of discomfort and the mental block of protecting the tender joint.
She slipped her fingers between my thighs, her cold fingers making me jump as they touched my warm skin, and supported my hamstring from below as she gently lifted my leg for me.
"Oh did that hurt sweetie?"
"No, you just have cold hands!"
"Sorry! Maybe you're just a little sensitive to touch right now... You know, in your current state."
I wasn't sure if she was talking about being a bit jumpy around my recently operated-on knee or if she actually had noticed my arousal.
"Uh...Yeah, maybe."
She started to unwind the bandage from around my knee, but I couldn't support my leg up in the air without it dropping back down to the bed, so she had to hold it for me. She put a hand between my thighs and slid it up, above the bandage, so she could support behind my thigh. The back of her hand was brushing against the cotton of my boxers and even the indirect touch was enough to tickle my balls.
Desperate to not get hard in front of my mother, I tried to think about my knee and the discomfort, but I could feel my pulse slowly making my semi twitch and grow.
When the bandage was fully unwound, mum let my leg back down onto the bed and moved her hand away much to my relief. She took the knee between her two hands and gently felt around it.
"Well obviously it's pretty swollen around the joint."
She moved down towards my calf.
"Is it tender here at all?" She asked, squeezing my mid-calf.
"Yeah a little. Is that normal?"
"It's to be expected, the fluid that causes the swelling will follow the lymph system and is likely to spread up and down your leg a bit."
She started climbing her hands up my leg again, feeling for where the swelling had spread to.
"I guess that's sore there?" She said, feeling just below my knee.
"And you can see for yourself how much fluid there is right on the joint here... And it continues up this muscle around to the front here."
"Tell me when it stops being sore" She instructed me.
She crabbed her fingers up my quads and along the inside of my thigh.
"Still hurting?" She asked.
"Mmhmm" I replied, gritting my teeth as she tested the tender muscles with her thumbs.
She continued up to my groin, poking and probing at the offended tissues.
The combination of discomfort and vulnerability had me nearly frozen. I didn't notice my growing arousal until I looked down to see the front of my boxers neatly tented out. My dick, constrained by the fabric of my underwear, was pointing downwards toward her hands as though it was seeking out her touch.
"Yeah it hurts less up there" I muttered, flustered by my visible arousal.
"Ok honey, well I think you're going to develop quite the bruise in the next couple of days." She told me as she released her grip on my thigh.
Her hand slid away, but as it did, the back of her knuckle bumped the tip of my firm penis. I jumped a little, and her nails dragged lightly on the skin of my inner thigh as she withdrew.
"Get yourself dressed and we'll head down to the surgery. It looks like you'll have a bruise from your groin to your ankle by the day after tomorrow and we'll get some good painkillers so you're not too uncomfortable."
She stood up and walked out of the room, gently pulling the door closed behind her.
My dick was still trapped by my boxers, uncomfortably pointing downwards, so I reached in to my pants to rearrange to a more comfortable position. Just as I'd grabbed it, the door opened again and she came back in.
"I forgot to say, don't worry about the bandage."
I startled, as I hastily removed my hand from inside my pants.
"The cuts from the keyhole surgery don't really need re-dressing and it only makes it more uncomfortable with pressure on the swelling" She continued as though she hadn't seen anything.
"Don't uh.... take too long getting ready..." she said as she closed the door again, a knowing look in her eye.
I stood up gingerly and hobbled around getting my clothes on, wobbling around as I tried to get dressed. I didn't want to linger as I thought the longer I took, the more it would seem like I had been playing with myself and I couldn't bear the thought of her thinking I was jacking off after her examination.
A few short minutes later I was limping down the stairs to find a cheese toastie and a glass of OJ waiting for me.
"Quickly eat that and we'll jump in the car." She instructed.
The drive in the car was short, but mum didn't start a conversation. I couldn't dispel the notion of me playing with myself without explaining that I had merely been rearranging my erection and in doing so admitting that I had found her touch on my thigh arousing. It was a lose-lose discussion, so I opted to just not bring it up. I couldn't stop thinking about it though so ended up just sitting in embarrassed silence.
Thankfully the drive wasn't far and five minutes later we were there. I tried to get out of the car on my own but couldn't so she had to help me up. Together we walked in and she told me to go straight through to a room whilst she got some things together.
I sat awkwardly on the bed in one of the examination rooms and waited. As the minutes passed, I started to wonder what was taking her so long. Another 5 minutes later she walks in, with Alison in tow.
"Now Hugo we're going to need you to take your trousers back off and hop up on the bed" mom directed me.
"I thought I'd get Alison to have a look check you over too."
"Really mum? Do we have to?"
"Come on Hugo, Alison has known you since you were a little boy and she knows much more about urology than me"
