Note to readers: Contains descriptive toilet scenes that some may find objectionable, for the others, enjoy.
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Having just completed the greatest kill streak of my gaming career, I was sitting back on my bed in satisfaction when I heard the crash and then the screaming. It was a horrible sound, not the cry of someone reacting to a spider or mouse but a guttural scream of someone in agony. And I knew it was my mother.
With the bathroom adjacent to my room I'd heard her turn on the shower as I began the stage, and with the water still running I knew her screams were coming from there.
I threw down my controller and ran to the bathroom door only to find it locked. "Mom, what's happened?" I yelled, knocking on the door.
"Josh! God help me." She managed to cry out amid agonized tears.
Breaking down doors is not as easy as in the movies but after a couple of well placed kicks and a shoulder charge, the lock gave and I burst into the steamy bathroom.
I was met with the vision of my mom lying on the floor of the shower, the water cascading down upon her naked form. Her arms were caught beneath her at a strange angle and her legs, splayed.
Now I wasn't looking at her in the least sexual way, in fact there wasn't anything sexy about the situation. She'd slipped and was in immense pain and needed help and I quickly moved into action.
First turning off the water I gently slid my arms around her back beneath each of her armpits and moved her into a sitting position, leaning against the wall.
Now that her arms weren't pinned beneath her, the pain eased somewhat and she ceased her screaming. Her wrists were swelling up tremendously, she must have fallen and in an attempt to brace the landing, bent them both backwards.
Mom held her arms out in front of her and I could see in her face the pain must have been excruciating. I grabbed a towel and placed it over her body to give her some modesty then ran to call the paramedics.
I was on auto-pilot as I gave them the details, opened the front door then ran back to my mother. She'd settled somewhat and was able to talk rationally to me for the first time.
"Thank god you were here Josh. I don't know what I would've done," she gushed.
"It's fine Mom just relax, the paramedics are on their way, they'll be here any minute," I reassured her. "Do you want me to help you up, maybe put on your robe?"
For the first time, I think she realized the position she was in and looked down at herself. As she'd lifted her knees and spread her legs to rest her arms on, the towel I'd covered her with had ridden up around her waist. This had left her vagina completely exposed and though I tried not to stare I couldn't help noticing her pink labia and small brown asshole beneath, sitting amongst a thick forest of wet brown pubic hair.
She'd allowed it to fall below her breasts as well. With arms outstretched before her however, they were quite well covered with just the cleavage visible.
It was the first time I think I'd ever seen my mother blush from embarrassment. "Umm. Yes, could you help me up darling?" She asked quietly, tears streaking her cheeks.
I, as before, knelt beside her and with one arm around her back and the other trying to hold her towel in place, lifted her to a standing position. I kept the towel pressed to her body at her breast and reached for her white satin robe hanging from a hook on the back of the door.
Once again I saw her naked, as I dropped the towel in the action of placing the robe around her body. That thick patch of pubic hair, I ridiculously had the inclination to run my fingers through it but immediately cast the idea aside. Her breasts were large, probably a d-cup and although she'd recently turned 40 she was in pretty good shape.
The robe now hiding her nudity, I grabbed another towel and made an effort to dry her hair as she sat on the edge of the bath. The medics arrived shortly after and made the decision to take her to hospital for x-rays.
I followed the ambulance in my car and reflected on all that had happened. I felt proud of myself for the way I'd handled things. It could've been really awkward but I think I was pretty mature and I hoped Mom thought so too.
Mom. Shit I'd seen her nude. I'd seen her asshole for fucks sake. She did have nice tits. Stop it. What was I thinking? She was my mother. I hadn't seen her butt from behind yet. Stop it. I thought about something else, the pain in my shoulder from breaking down the door. That'd leave a bruise. God that hairy bush. It was doing no good!
Mom was taken into emergency and I paced in the waiting room for what seemed to be hours. Eventually a nurse called for me and led me to her in a recovery cubicle.
"Ah, so you're the hero!" A doctor grinned at me as I entered Mom's room. He was wearing a name badge that read Wesley Fuller M.D. I ignored his comment and concentrated on my mother. She was sitting up on a gurney, her wrists enclosed in plastic braces from her forearms to her hands. She looked a lot brighter and smiled as well when I approached to give her a kiss on the cheek.
"I was so worried, are you OK?" I asked.
Doctor Fuller answered for her, "She's very lucky. No breaks thank goodness but her wrists are badly sprained. You'll have to be taking it very easy for the next few days Mrs. Taylor."
"It's Ms. I'm not married." Mom replied. Was she flirting with this guy?
"Anyway, I think you're also lucky to have this young man, heard you were quite the superhero!" He patted me on the shoulder I'd used to break the door as he left the room and the pain didn't make me feel much like a superhero and gave me another reason to dislike the guy.
"You ARE my hero though Josh! And I promise I won't lock the bathroom door any more," she said. Then realizing how it sounded quickly added, "In case I fall again. Not that I will of course. Oh you know what I mean."
"You'd better not, my shoulder can't go through that again," I coolly responded. "I'm just glad you're alright Mom."
A female nurse entered with the pain medication the doctor had prescribed and informed us that we were free to go. "Now you understand Mrs. Taylor you can't use your hands for a few days, the tendons need time to repair." I noticed my mother didn't correct her about getting her title wrong. She went on. "These meds will help manage the pain until it goes away naturally and when it does you'll be free to remove the wrist restraints, OK? Now as I said you won't be able to do things for yourself for a while so will your insurance cover a home care nurse?"
Mom looked to me for advice then with nothing forthcoming back to the nurse. "I don't think I'd be covered for that, no."
"Oh, OK." The nurse looked at me then back to Mom. "Do you have a daughter Mrs. Taylor?"
Mom looked a little puzzled and answered, "No, why?"
The nurse again looked at me then back to Mom. "Oh it's just as I said you won't be able to do things for yourself," she hesitated, "but I'm sure you'll make do."
I think it was then Mom and I both realized what she was getting at. I'd be her primary carer. I was the one who had to do everything for her. She couldn't use her hands. We didn't mention it to each other in the car on the way home even though it had already begun. I'd had to open the car door for her and help her in. She was still only wearing the satin robe, no underwear and when she wriggled across in the seat the tie came undone, exposing her bare front, her breasts and that thick forest of pubic hair. I had to re-tie it and put the seat-belt around her. It started to dawn on me just how helpless she was and I think she must have felt it too.
When we arrived home and I helped Mom inside I asked her what she'd like to do first and she said she wanted to get dressed. Jump in at the deep end I thought, this would be a test to see how this situation was going to play out.
We walked together into her bedroom and I asked her what she needed.
"I think we should start with some underwear, don't you honey?" She replied.
I went to her panty drawer and opened it up. "Which ones do you want Mom?" I was trying to sound confident and nonchalant but I was freaking out, I was about to help my mother put her panties on. Imagine taking them off. Stop it, I told my brain.
"I don't mind Josh, you pick a pair." Jeez now I was choosing panties for my mother to wear! I chose a red satin pair with black lace trim, pulled them out and held them up proudly to my mother.
"Are these alright Mom?" I asked.
She was sitting on the edge of the bed waiting and smiled, "Yes darling, they'll be fine."
I walked over and crouched down separating the leg holes and with shaking hands placed them at my mother's feet. Mom must have noticed my obvious nervousness.
"Josh, honey stop a moment, let's talk," she said. "Come on, sit up here next to me." I did as she instructed, holding the panties in my lap and she continued.
"Look I know this is going to be a bit weird for the next few days but I think we can get through the awkward stuff, don't you? Why don't we make it a bit of a game or something."
"What do you mean?" I asked.
"Well I don't know, pretend I'm just a regular patient and you're my nurse or something," she proposed. It didn't help, now she was turning it into a role-play situation, it would only feed my fantasies!
"I mean," she went on. "You're my son and I trust you. It's not like you're going to molest me or anything are you?"
"No of course not Mom. I guess I'm nervous because I don't want to stuff anything up."
