The SUV edged into the driveway of the summer cabin. Bright blue skies faded into dusk and the small home was dark and vacant. Strategically nestled in a thick layer of trees the cabin felt remote enough for seclusion but for most of the inhabitants during the summer months it was a security knowing that the other cabins were just hidden from view. The day had been beautiful, however, Cindy didn't really notice. She felt awful as she eased the SUV into park.
Her red rimmed eyes were heavy, tired, and full of tears. She looked over to the passenger seat to see her son sleeping. He looked as innocent as when he was a young child; before his recent graduation and before assuming the responsibilities as the man of the house when his father left the family two years ago. She was proud of him, his successful grades in high school and his ability to mature into a man without his father, but she also saw the inexperience in his face, still learning, still tackling life's complexities.
"Jay, we're here honey," Cindy said to him while lightly shaking his leg.
Jay's eyes eased open from the pain medication. It had been an eventful day for him. He had been excited to take his mother sailing on the lake as he learned to sail a month prior. It was his morning to show her a good time and demonstrate his ability to take charge and to reassure himself that he was ready to take on the world. Jay's head lifted and he looked down at his bandaged hands. It wasn't a bad dream, he thought as he fumbled out of the SUV with his swollen hands tightly wrapped.
Earlier that day, Jay had rented a small sail boat and was unloading it from the trailer when his mother accidentally released the harness causing the boat to freely roll from the trailer. Jay was behind the boat and instinctively tried to hold onto the bottom as it pushed him backwards on the boat ramp. He stumbled but held tightly onto the small lip of the sailing craft when the weight of the boat was fully into his arms. His muscles strained but it was futile. Within an instant the boat plummeted to the concrete boat ramp crushing his hands and fingers under the vessel. Jay didn't remember much of what went on afterwards. He heard his mother crying and yelling. He remembered several people lifting the boat off his fingers and riding in an ambulance. And he vaguely recalled the doctor saying he wouldn't have use of his hands for a couple of months.
Cindy grabbed some items from the SUV and led her son to the front door. "I'm so sorry honey. I feel so terrible, this is all my fault. I don't know what to say. We can leave in the morning and head back home," she said.
"No way Mom, we planned this trip for months. It was an accident. Let's make the most of it," he said. Sure he was upset but what could he do, besides he was exhausted and just wanted to go to bed. Already in sweatpants and a t-shirt he said goodnight and headed for bed.
Cindy couldn't believe what had happened that morning and through the day. It was all a bad nightmare, one she couldn't shake. How could she hurt her only son like that. The stupid crank, the line thing, or whatever it was, she thought, I can't believe I almost killed my son. Now he's going to spend his last summer before he goes off to college with casts over his hands. She burst into tears once more and headed to her bedroom to cry herself to sleep.
But the next morning Cindy awoke with a new, positive outlook on the situation. They had rented the cabin for the week and she was going to make the most of it. It was a planned vacation to celebrate his graduation and she was going to help him celebrate the best she could. She was going to help her son enjoy the rest of the vacation before they went home. She quickly dressed and walked past her son's room.
"Are you up?" she said.
"Yes, Mom I am," Jay responded.
"Go take a shower and I'll call you for breakfast," Cindy said excitedly, trying to keep upbeat with her tone. She headed straight for the kitchen and prepared a full breakfast for her son. She prepared all his favorites down to whipped cream on his pancakes. She wanted to get a good meal in him and maybe take a pleasant walk around the lake to help lift his spirits.
"Come on down, hon," she yelled.
Jay walked down stairs still in his clothes from last night, his hair mangled to one side. He looked like he had been beaten up. Cindy frowned.
"Breakfast smelled great from upstairs, Mom. Thanks a bunch," he chuckled as he noticed the whip cream on his pancakes, "You didn't have to do all this." A large smile arched around his face at the meal before him.
Cindy's eyes lit back up when she noticed her son's attitude. Maybe this will work she thought. "Why are you still in your clothes? I thought you were going to take a shower," she asked.
"I can't," he replied as he held up his hands. "I can't even move my fingers. This sucks." But he smiled at her reassuring her it was ok.
The feeling of guilt flooded over her and she now noticed that he couldn't even eat on his own. She scooted her chair next to his and carefully spoon fed him. In between bites she was able to stuff herself as well. The atmosphere was jovial and both were making the best of the situation. Cindy almost felt like she was flirting with her son when she started teasing him with the food on the end of the fork. She'd get close to his mouth and when he'd open it, she'd quickly pull it away and he would lunge for it. She'd sometimes gobble the bite herself giggling and he'd respond with a laugh. They played and ate most of the morning and Cindy felt she had her little Jay back.
"Go on upstairs while I clean up the kitchen, and then I'll pour you a hot bath," she said. As Jay turned and cracked one last joke before walking upstairs and while Cindy grabbed the first plate and headed for the sink a very awkward situation hit them both. They both realized that Jay couldn't wash himself, in fact, getting unclothed would be an extremely difficult task. Jay began to panic, but Cindy thought to play it off. It was her son and she'd seen him naked many times before, and bathed him too. So what she hadn't seen him nude in years and hadn't bathed him in more.
Cindy got to the bathroom and Jay stood there almost frightened. "Ok, let's get you washed up," she said trying not to think of the uncomfortable situation. She turned on the water and started to let it fill up. She turned back to Jay who stood motionless.
"Mom what are you going to do? I can't even get out of my clothes," Jay stumbled over his words.
"Honey, it's ok, I've seen you naked before. Remember I am your mother. And it's not like I haven't seen 'it' before," she almost giggled. Jay still stood petrified. She moved closer to him and instructed him to raise his arms up as she pulled his t-shirt up over his head. His chest and stomach were muscular and he was well built. Cindy had noted this before when he'd mow the grass with his shirt off or strolled around the house in just his shorts. He was definitely a handsome young man with his tight muscles and youthful skin. Cindy slid her hands down his sides and clutched the waist band of his sweatpants. As her hands moved down his sides her mind quickly struggled to keep out the thought of any sexual intention. She hadn't seen a "live" naked man since her husband left her and the last several years before the divorce he wasn't a good lover. For that matter he was never a really good lover. But as her hands touched Jay's naked skin she felt something she shouldn't be thinking. Stop it, she told herself. She cleared her mind trying to erase any taboo thought and in a quick motion she yanked her son's pants down. She bent forward to push them over his feet while he stepped out of them. As she leaned up she saw 'it'.
He was definitely a man "down there." His cock was limp and his pubic hair was neatly trimmed. It seemed larger than her husbands or maybe it was just a long time since she stared at one so close. She couldn't help but continue to examine how her son had grown. Wow, she thought, look at how much he developed. Then she realized that she had been starring at her son's cock for several moments. She looked up and saw her son looking down at her. So much for being nonchalant over the issue, she thought.
"I'm so sorry Jay, I just...well, it's just there...and..." she didn't know what to say. "Why don't you just hop in the tub."
Jay eased into the bath tub trying to push out the embarrassment that his mother just saw him naked and stared at his groin. His faced turned bright red that she saw that he trimmed the hair around his cock. He was careful not to get the bandages wet and held them up. "Relax," his mother said.
Cindy grabbed a washcloth and soap and lathed it up slowly washing his chest and under his arms. She felt sorry for Jay's embarrassment and she knew she didn't help matters by examining him as soon as she saw his cock. It's supposed to be about him she kept reminding herself. Embarrassing him wasn't in her plan. "Turn around dear," Cindy instructed, hoping that her visual denial from that angle would help Jay relax. Jay turned his back towards her and she washed and massaged his back. Slowly she squeezed his shoulders and arms, pushing and kneading between the shoulder blades. Her hands felt great on his back and he began to relax. His mother's hands were soft and with the warm water over his skin it began to affect him in other areas. His penis began to swell and he now felt even more terrified. He didn't know what to do as his cock began to take on a life of its own. Finally she eased him back around so she could wash his legs when she noticed a very visible change in her son.
His cock was standing upright and rigid. Oh my, she thought. Quickly she tried not to stare and began washing his feet but then moved up his legs. Jay's body reacted to his Mom's touch and he closed his eyes too humiliated to look at his mother. She inched closer between his legs and she slowed her paced dreading where she was headed but she realized that it only intensified the sensation she was inadvertently giving her son. She now looked directly at his hard cock, his balls pulled tight. She reached for it, only to wash it. When she touched it she felt the massive, throbbing cock that was her son's. "Uuggghhhhhh," Jay slipped out a cross between a moan and a heavy breath. He couldn't believe the feeling of his cock being touched. He'd never felt someone else touch his cock before and the sensation of a hand to his hard cock was unbelievable. It felt so good and the feeling overwhelmed him. His body reacted uncontrollably with the audible release.
