I would like to thank the literotica staff for taking time to look over my stories.
I would like to thank the readers who used their own time to read as well.
Please enjoy the whimsical writings of a half blind old man.
Everyone is 18+ college age or older
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I don't know where I am or what happened but it's weird. I'm walking into a hospital room and seeing someone all wrapped up on a bed.
It is like I'm seeing everything through a foggy video camera. As the Pov view scans around I see my mom and she looks at me and stands up for a hug. How did I get as short as my mom?
The only one in my family as short as mom is my sister Alexis.
Then I noticed my hands and the painted finger nails and as I turned towards the bed, I see myself all wrapped up the crown of my head down to my eyes which are all bandaged up. As well as my hands. They look like fingerless gloves.
Suddenly I started to get a headache and now I'm I guess I'm back in my own body listening to my mom and sister talking. I cannot move or see but I can hear, and from what I hear they have been concerned about my "coma," for weeks.
My sister takes my bandaged hand in hers,
Before my sister's surgery she was effectively blind and I used to spell words on her hands with my fingers as our unofficial secret braille method.
I slowly wrote "ok" with my thumb on her hand and my sister went crazy screaming that I'm awake.
Mom was less convinced to put it mildly.
Mom knew about me and my little sisters secret language but could never get competent in it, I was my sisters hero and best friend for most of her life, until she had her surgery and then I became her navigational aid and guide showing her every place we went when she couldn't see previously.
My thoughts and memories are at the moment a mix of mine, my sisters and moms.
I'm working on my masters in botany, my sister is a first year zoology student at the same university here in Southern California.
Alexis is not into plants but she loves animals and our studies actually parallel in many ways.
If I went hiking looking for plants she was looking for the animals that fed on them or are sheltered by them.
While I'm 5ft 11 inches and around 180 lbs and an avid outdoorsman my sister is 5ft 3 with 120 lbs of a feisty teenager.
Alexis actually devised a test where mom asked me questions that I could answer and with simple words, I responded.
Soon mom was convinced.
"Hands not working well, tiring to control," I write first off.
Mom called the doctor to watch and after a quick history of our family language the doctor asked questions that I answered, before I wrote "Hand, hurt, sleepy. and I relaxed my hand and sis said that I was done for a while.
While I was dropping in and out of sleep I started seeing through my mom's eyes but when Al was here I started hearing background words and I realized that not only could I hear and see what she does and now I could hear some of her surface thoughts as well.
The doctors are perplexed at the inconsistencies between my vitals and my communication.
My brain scans say I should be in a deep coma but I am communicating with concise and intelligent responses.
soon the EEG shows that I'm awake.
After several days I could hear mom's thoughts as well. While mom was concerned more of my recovery and not wanting to lose her son, we lost dad 2 years ago in a traffic accident, mom's worrying of loneliness almost made me cry.
Al was another story, She wanted me to get better so she could help nurse me and maybe get away with fucking me while I'm unable to get away.
I started to remember a bad electrical storm and trying to get the new exotic plants from some uninhabited island in the south pacific put away. Then the storm hit and the biochemical lab next door blew.
No one knows what exactly was released but the hypothesis is the lab along with pollen, sap and stuff from the now burned to a crisp, unknown exotic plants and a major lighting strike plus the resulting fires and explosions caused my blindness and burns on my hands and feet and severe smoke inhalation.
After another week the doctor cleared me to go home and cautioned mom and Al that the pain medication would put me out for hours at a time and to be careful and only sponge baths until my hands and feet are healed up more. Change the bandages on my hands and feet daily and drops in my eyes 4 times per day.
Mom and Al got me loaded into the van and we drove through my favorite burger place for a treat to take home.
When we got home I was ushered to my room and Al let me know that my desk was covered in books and homework to complete during my convalescence.
Al is almost always holding my hand when were together now.
When I wake up after my medical induced naps, Al usually has my hand resting on hers.
I can't seem to open my eyes by myself and Al says my pupils look like blood when they put the drops in.
Now that we're at home I need to try some things. I can hear Al's thoughts clearly now and I started to add to her thoughts. When mom is back at work and it's just Al and I.
When Alexis gets home from school, I started adding thoughts,
"James's covers are too rumpled, smooth them out," I thought and Al did.
Maybe casually run your hand over his cock while straightening the covers he's asleep and won't know.
"I so want this inside of me!" Al thinks to herself.
I brought up a memory of her seeing my cock, the feeling and taste of it. I got a weird but enjoyable feeling back.
Yeah Al and I have had this kind of relationship since she turned 18 and she almost assaulted me to get me to take her virginity.
After a few of these experiments my head started to ache and I went to sleep.
In the mornings mom comes in and helps me to the toilet, I have a bidet now, it keeps by ass clean and then mom helps me back to bed and feeds me breakfast.
My feel hurt alot but I hate being immobile so my morning bathroom break is the only time I get out of bed.
I start slowly with mom, encouraging her to make sure I'm healthy everywhere and bringing up memories of dad's average sized dick and how it felt inside of her.
I channeled slowly planning to take many days to get moms lips on my cock.
I suggested every morning that her son's raging hard on must be uncomfortable and should be relieved. after a few days of convincing mom that her son has a healthy cock that needs release like her husbands cock needed, Mom came in one morning with some lube she used with dad and did a wonderful experienced job of beating me off.