I should not have attempted to ski down the expert slope. My ski instructor warned me that I wasn't ready, but when has any twenty-two year-old male taken advice from anyone? I had served in the Army, been under enemy fire. A little snow-covered mountain was nothing compared to that. I was doing fine until I hit a snow-covered log halfway down, lost control and plummeted into the thick forest. I managed to dodge some of the trees but one of them refused to get out of my way. The paramedics took me to the hospital with two broken arms and two broken legs. Everyone said that I was lucky to be alive. That accident changed my life forever.
After three days in the hospital, I was sent home to recuperate. With casts on both arms and both legs, I was completely helpless. My beautiful mother Lillian became my nurse. She and my father had divorced while I was in the Army and I think she was happy to have a man to take care of again. My father had been generous in the settlement and had left her very well off. She used some of the money to buy a successful boutique.
Mom was, and still is, a very beautiful woman. Her fluffy hair is a light brown, almost blonde, and she wears it stylishly short. Her face is pretty without make-up, but when she does put it on, she could pass for a Las Vegas showgirl. She shows off her big tits by wearing anything with a plunging neckline. Some might say that her ass is too big, but I think it is perfect.
I laid in bed completely helpless, unable to do the two most important things in a young man's life - feed myself and masturbate. Mom turned her boutique over to one of her trusted employees and stayed home to take care of me. She gave me much better care than I would have had in a hospital, as you will see if you continue reading.
Mom saw my big nine-inch hard-on the very first day when she emptied my bedpan. She didn't say anything but I could see that she was impressed. Her eyes widened when they landed on the unruly member. She flushed with embarrassment when she realized that she was staring at it. The thrill of having my beautiful mother ogling my cock caused it to lurch upward as though showing off for her.
Days passed with me flat on my back with only the TV to relieve the monotony. If only I had been facedown, I could have fucked the mattress for relief. I was desperate. I was so horny that I couldn't stop thinking about sex. My beautiful mother became a participant in my sexual fantasies more and more often until she became the protagonist. I'm too ashamed to tell you some of the wicked thoughts I had about her.
Mom finally came to my rescue. One evening after she had served me a gourmet dinner, she joined me to watch television, as she often did in the evenings.
"Bill, I know that you are suffering, and I want to help you. I have given this a lot of thought, and I have decided that it would be cruel not to give you relief. This will not be an act of incest, God forbid. This will be a nurse treating a patient."
She popped a cassette into my VCR and said, "I rented this today. I wouldn't want you to think that I own such filth." She hit the play button and I was treated to the sight of two beautiful women switch-sucking a huge cock. My cock immediately lurched upward. Mom came forward with a vibrator in her hand. It was not one of the cylindrical vibrators that women shove up into their pussies, but one of the old-fashioned "muscle relaxers" that come equipped with a set of rubber attachments. Mom plugged the vibrator into the socket next to my bed and then pulled up a chair.
The hum of the vibrator was music to my ears. My cock was already rock-hard and was stretched out on my belly with the head past the navel. Mom pressed the rubber attachment down on the middle of the shaft. My God, it felt wonderful! Can you imagine being deprived of all sexual contact for an entire week and then having a vibrator pressed against your cock?
"Now we'll just let nature take its course, Bill. And don't be ashamed. I have seen ejaculations before. Don't try to hold it in."
But I did try to hold it in. After days of wishing for an orgasm, I was trying to hold mine back. If the vibrator didn't do the job, what would Mom do next? I had to find out. Fifteen minutes passed and I still hadn't shot my load.
