"Tom, what do we have going on this weekend?" Maggie called out her husband who sitting in his recliner in the other room.
"I'm playing golf with the guys Saturday morning, but other than that I don't think we have any plans. Why?" Tom replied.
"Just a moment Dear," Maggie yelled. "I'm on the phone with Joyce."
Maggie and Tom are a married couple in their late 50s living in the suburbs. Nearing retirement, but continuing to put it off in an effort to pay their son and daughter's ever increasing college expenses. Joyce and Paul lived next door. They were similar in many ways to Maggie and Tom with two college aged children of their own. In fact, their son, Jake, was the same age as Maggie's son, Mark. Jake and Mark were great friends growing up and the families became close through attending Mark and Jake's football games or school events together. Maggie hung up the phone in the kitchen and rushed to where Tom was sitting.
"Joyce said Jake broke his right arm and fractured his left wrist in an accident." Maggie explained.
"That's awful!" Tom replied.
"Joyce and Paul have to go out of town this weekend, and she was hoping I could check in on Jake and maybe help him out a little while they're gone. I told her I'd be happy to. I guess it will give me something to do while you play golf." Maggie continued.
"Sure, that should be no problem. Let me know if I can help." Tom said.
Later that evening, Maggie made a pasta dish for Jake, Joyce and Paul and took it next door. Joyce greeted her warmly and thanked her for making them a meal. Maggie explained they just needed to bake it in the oven for 30 or 35 minutes and said she hoped they would find it helpful. Joyce explained Jake's injuries to Maggie. Jake's right arm was in a cast to immobilize the broken bone. While he also fractured his left wrist, he was only in a left wrist splint, so he had some limited functionality with that arm. Joyce told Maggie that Jake could feed himself, dress himself, and bathe himself, but he had some trouble opening bottles, turning on the water in the shower, and other things most people find very routine. Maggie said she and Tom would love to help and offered to come over Saturday morning. Joyce said Jake usually gets up by 9:00, and asked if Maggie could stop by around 9:30. Maggie agreed and headed home to have dinner with Tom.
That Saturday, Maggie called next door at 9:30. Jake answered and thanked her for volunteering to help him. He explained that he couldn't unlock the front door, so his dad left Maggie a key under the welcome mat and she could just let herself in whenever. Maggie said she'd be right over. She walked next door, found the key, and let herself in. Jake was sitting on the couch in his pajamas.
"Well, what can I do for you?" Maggie asked after exchanging pleasantries.
"I guess I'd like a shower. Maybe you could help me get the water on and open the soap and shampoo bottles for me." Jake responded.
"Sure. No problem Dear! Just show me where." Maggie stated.
"Just down the hall here." Jake inched off the couch and led Maggie to the bathroom. "I'll go grab some clothes if you can adjust the water temp for me."
Maggie slide the clear glass door aside and turned on the shower. She found a nice, warm setting. She wandered back down the hall to the living room to let Joyce's dog out into their fenced backyard. "You probably need to do your morning business too, right?" Joyce said to the mutt.
Meanwhile Jake returned to the bathroom. Seeing Maggie gone and the shower running, he figured it was ok to undress. He pulled his loose fitting shirt off, then slid his shorts and boxer briefs down his legs and carefully stepped out. Just then Maggie returned. They both shrieked upon seeing each other.
"Oh my God! Holy Shit!" Maggie exclaim.
"Sorry, I thought you were done in here." Jake stammered as he tried in vain to cover himself with his left hand.
"No, no I'm sorry Jake. Holy shit." Maggie whined.
"What's wrong? Why do you keep saying that?" Jake asked nervously as he pulled a towel in front of his nude body.
"It's your penis." Maggie whimpered.
"WHAT?!" Jake exclaimed as he looked to his crotch hoping everything was okay down there.
"I've just, uh, never seen anything like that." Maggie blushed.
"Is it okay?!" Jake begged.
"I guess so, I mean I think so, it's just, uh, really, uh, really huge." Maggie stammered.
"Oh, oh, you think?" Jake blushed.
"Yeah, I've never seen anything like that" Maggie stated. Jake's flaccid penis hung heavily and nearly half way to his knees curving softly over his large egg shaped balls. His finely trimmed public hair did nothing to hide his sheer size.
"Is it okay?" Jake begged.
"Oh yes, yes. It's, um, um, very nice." Maggie stated. "I'll leave you to your shower."
"Hey, first could you open the soap and shampoo bottles for me?" Jake asked as Maggie turned to leave. Maggie opened the bottles and slowly crept out of the bathroom. She closed the door behind her and went to let the dog in. Upon returning, she found the door just slightly ajar.
Although, she felt a little guilty, Maggie peered through the cracked door and watched Jake through the glass shower door. He struggled in the shower to soap his back and left arm, but Maggie ignored the struggles and focused on his enormous penis. It was unlike anything she'd seen and she couldn't stop her curious feelings. She wondered if it got even bigger when he was aroused. Tom was maybe two inches soft but more than doubled that when he became erect. Surely Jake wouldn't double in size she laughed to herself. She then chuckled to herself that poor Jake was probably unable to masturbate since he couldn't turn a door knob or a shower dial - that led to a wicked idea. Maggie could offer to lend a hand! But no, what would Mark think? Or worse Tom? As she drifted into a daydream, she heard Jake shut the water off.
"Jake, do you need anything?" Maggie called through the door.
"No. I'm doing okay." Jake replied. Within a few minutes, he emerged from the bathroom in a white robe that he clutched closed with his left hand.
