They brought Mom home in an ambulance. Both legs were still in casts. Her right leg was broken above the knee and the left below the knee. She could get around but it was not easy. I was glad I was home to take care of her. I know she missed Dad and felt bad that she had lived through the auto accident and Dad was killed. I had been in the back seat and had some bumps and bruises but other than that I was fine. My right leg was still weak but I could get around better than Mom.
Everyone had gone and Mom was in her bed on the second floor. I told her I should have set up a bed for her in the living room but she would not hear of it. I sat on the side of the bed and we talked. I told her to call me whenever she wanted to go to the bathroom. She was embarrassed I know but after we talked we agree that this was not the time to feel that way. I put my arms around her waist and helped her sit up so she could watch TV. In doing so I managed to feel her supple breasts press into my forearm. I also was so close to her face for just a second I thought I wanted to kiss her. Now there was a thought I had not had in many months. I think many young men think about their mothers as they grow up. After all she is the one you see every morning in that old terry cloth rob, some times it falls a little open and a young guy can see just a hint of a globe that he would not normally see. It gets to be kind of a sexy thing trying to see your Mom privates. However that had been a long time ago, I thought I had out grown that urge.
I had been in my room playing on my computer when I heard the ringing of a small bell coming from Mom's room. When I got in her room she was standing with one crutch under her left arm. I took her by the other arm and we slowly waddled across the room. Once in the bathroom we figured out it would not work for her to try to hike up her gown and then sit on the toilet. The crutch was just not a tool that allowed a lot of movement. So I stood in front of Mom and said, " Now look this will only work if you think of me as your nurse OK." She gave me a weak smile and allowed me to take her crutch and stand it by the door. She held on to me with one hand and pulled up her gown. Then I slowly let her down onto the toilet. It was our first try at this and it was a little sloppy but we would work out the kinks. Once down I left the room and let her do her business.
When she was done she called and I returned to help her to her feet. When we got back to the bed I took the crutch and she sat on the edge of the bed. When she twisted to get up into the bed her nightgown pulled around her legs keeping her from moving. She got flustered and mad. She tried to pull free and fell back on the bed hiking the gown about her cast. I could see her newly shaved pussy and the new hair stubble growing back. I just took a good look and she knew I was looking at her. She said, " In a joking matter of fact way. I don't know why they shaved me the break was on the leg not up there." I laughed along with her. As we realized there was nothing either of us could do about being modest now.
As easy as I could I lifted her up arranged her gown and pulled the sheet up over her. I walked back to my room thinking about her in a slightly different light than I had a few minutes earlier. I had seen my Mother pussy and it aroused me to nearly a full erection that I hoped I had managed to hide from her. I was having sexually exciting thought and I knew then I was going to make love to my mother in the near future. Over the next few days we managed to work out a system that worked pretty good. Then on the forth day she said, " Guy I need a bath or a good sponge wipe down of some kind."
I told her it would be my pleasure to help her get cleaned up some how. We tried several different ways and none seem to work very good so finely I said, " Mom, look the only way is for you to get naked and let me wash you from head to foot. We will rap the casts with plastic and I give you a good sponge bath. I thought she would not agree to be fully naked but she seemed to see this was the only way. I put a strong upright chair in the center of the bathroom for her to sit on while I washed her from head to foot. I was amazed to see how firm her breasts were for a woman her age. But on the other hand I had never before seen a forty-six year old naked lady.
So what did I know about aging bodies. I gave her a washcloth and while she did most of her front I washed her back and legs. She lifted her arms as I knelt to wash her legs. I could see her pussy was gapped open and it was pink with a little lip sticking out. It looked like a little tongue I thought I wanted to kiss it or lick it. I worked up her thigh and allowed my hand to fine the little pink crack. She did not move as I let my fingertips slip along the small opening. I don't know what made me do it but I gently parted her legs so I could see her pussy better. I took a lathered finger and inserted it up in her.
All she did was stiffen a little and let out a soft moan. I rubbed the inside of her thigh and let two fingers make their way into the gaping pussy. Then it was three fingers. I was slowly working them in and out of her pussy. Her head was back so I could not see her face from my position. As I poked my fingers into her I reached up and grasp one breast. The nipple was stiff and very hard. She was slipping toward the edge of the chair. Thinking she was about to fall on the floor I stood and lifted her up by putting my arms under her armpits. She came up off the chair and she felt my erection press into her crotch.