Hi, my name is Mike. I live at home with my mother, Stacy. My mother divorced my father when I was just a kid, after she caught him sleeping around with a bunch of young girls. I rarely speak to my father, so my only close family is my mother. I love her to death, and would do anything for her. There is one thing that makes my mother stand out from the rest, she is an absolute fox. I've always been teased for having a hot mom, and I can't blame my friends for thinking so. My mother is much younger than most of my friends moms are, she is only 37, while most the moms I know are approaching 50. She is 5'8" with a body that most college girls would kill to have. She also wears clothes around the house that are meant to be for teenage girls. Her favorite thing to wear around the house is extremely short booty shorts that don't even cover her ass cheeks. I don't think she realizes the affects her outfits have on me.
I'll tell you a little about myself now. I'm a 21 year old college student, living at home. I do well in school, but have never done well with the ladies. I'm a good looking guy, in good shape, but I've always been very shy around girls. I've only ever had one girlfriend, and she only lasted a few months before I found out she was cheating on me. Enough about me though, let me get on with the story. About a year ago, I got in a pretty bad car crash while my friend was driving us to soccer practice. Luckily for me, I only broke an arm and a leg, with a few bruises here and there. My mother had to take care of me when I got home from the hospital, which is where things started to get interesting...
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I woke up to the sound of my mother calling my name, I opened my eyes and looked up to see my mom standing over me.
"Ohh my God Mikey, I'm so happy you're alright. I was expecting the worst when I got the call from the hospital." Stacy said.
That's when I remembered that I was in a car accident with my friend, and realized that I was in a hospital.
"Where is Steve?" I asked.
"Don't worry, he's going to be alright, just a few breaks and bruises too." My mom replied.
I picked my head up and looked over my body, realizing that my right arm and left leg both had a cast on.
"Great, there goes the soccer season." I sighed.
"Don't worry honey, the important thing is that you are going to be OKAY." My mom said.
She leaned over and kissed my forehead, giving me a perfect view down her shirt. I felt my cock twitch at the sight of her amazing breasts. I couldn't believe I was getting horny for my mom at a time like this.
"The nurse told me that you will be able to leave the hospital in a couple of days, you're very lucky." My mom said.
"How the hell am I going to do anything with a broken arm and leg?" I cried.
"It's going to be hard to get used to, but I'm here to help you, you're my baby boy and I'll take care of you." My mom said, brushing my hair with her hand.
I let out a deep sigh, I knew how uneventful my life would be with a broken arm and leg. Luckily, I couldn't have been anymore wrong.
Before long, I was out of the hospital and back at home with my mom. It was my first day back home, and it felt great to be out of the hospital. I spent the entire day just lying on my bed, watching television.
At around 6:00 PM, I heard a knock on my door and my mothers voice calling my name.
"Come in mom." I shouted.
In came my mother, dressed in a short silk robe, her hair wet. She must have just gotten out of the shower.
"Hi honey, I'm just coming in to check up on you, how are you feeling?" My mom asked.
"I'm doing okay mom, just really bored." I told her.
She came closer and sat next to me on my bed, placing her hand on my chest. As she sat down, her robe rode further up. Her long legs looked so beautiful. Her hand rubbed up and down my chest.
"I know how awful this must be for you, but remember that I'm here for anything you need." She said.
"Thanks mom, I think I'm just going to get some sleep, I'm really tired from the hospital." I told her.
"It can't be comfortable sleeping in those clothes, I'll help you get undressed." She said.
I realized that it would be a struggle for me to undress myself, I was also very embarrassed at the thought of my mother undressing me though.
"That's okay mom, I can sleep in my jeans, it doesn't bother me." I lied.
"That's bull, no one can sleep in jeans. You're going to have to come to the realization that I'm going to have to help you with things like this for awhile." My mom said.
She was right, I was going to need help and there was no reason to say no.
"Okay, okay, you win." I told her.
"Now, what do you usually sleep in?" My mom asked.