It all started when I did an absolutely stupid stunt. My buddies and I were four-wheeling one weekend in the backwoods. Of course there was beer to fuel the young macho males since it was my birthday bash.
We came to a deep wide ravine and the bitching about going around started. Then, suddenly, the challenge. "Bet ya can't jump it." I looked at it and thought, 'Bet, I can.'
I backed off, lined up on it and to the cheers of my buddies, let 'er rip. Launching into the air, I thought, 'Yeah, I'm gonna do it.' "Woo-Hoo!" I yelled.
BAM! I hit a limb. It hit me like a ball bat. (Broken jaw.) The four-wheeler continued across the ravine. I was sent tumbling toward the ravine wall.
I hit a third of the way down, head-first. (Cracked skull, broken neck with a total of eleven cracked vertebrae. Both shoulder ball sockets broken. Both clavicles broken.) I bounced away and continued down.
I hit again. (Right Ulna, four ribs and right femur broken.) Shooting sideways, I hit a two pointed rock with my chest and left side. (Sternum and three ribs broken.)
One more short bounce into a pile of leaves and stuff, caught me, and I slid the next hundred fifty feet to the bottom.
I know all this, cause one of my buddies had his camera out for the jump and he gave me the tape.
It took rescue a long time to get to me and I spent five weeks in the hospital before mom and dad took me home. I should have stayed in the hospital for better care. Insurance or not, the co-pays were eating my folks lunch. What happened at home, made everything worth it.
If I knew, a head of time, that I had to have that accident to get what happened at home, I'd do it in a heartbeat.
So, there I am, at home in my bed, helpless. My jaw is wired shut and will be for another week or so. They don't want to take a chance on the hinge misaligning. Oh yeah, I forgot, I lost all my front teeth when I hit the limb so I got this piece of plastic with a hole in it there.
My head is tilted back and held so it can't move by this contraption screwed to my head and wrapping around my neck. It is joined to a cast covering my upper body.
My arms stick straight out to the side, bent forward at the elbow and braced to the cast, somewhere below.
The cast goes all the way to my upper legs, leaving my genitals and asshole exposed. The cast goes to the knee on my right leg, but not the left.
You get the picture. I am helpless. Eighteen and helpless. I spent the night drugged.
The next afternoon, it started, innocently. Mom came in all cheerful. "Ready for your bath?"
'Bath?' I thought.
Mom started at my head, washing carefully around the brace and my sore jaw. She disappeared and I thought it was over. But, then, I felt her washing my feet. I don't know why, but I thought about my cock and felt my balls move.
'Oh, Shit! I can't get a hardon! Not now! Not with mom washing me!'
As the warm washcloth moved slowly up my legs, I felt myself getting harder and harder. Concentrating not to, didn't help.
When mom got to that forbidden area, she didn't just grab it and wash. I felt the washcloth on my balls, then up my shaft, causing it to twitch. Then it felt like she used her forefinger and thumb to lightly grasp and pick my cock up to wash the rest. My cock throbbed again.
Finished, she covered me with a towel and pulled the sheet up. "All done. Back in a few." She said as I heard her leave.
'Oh Jesus. I got a hardon in front of mom. And, she touched it.' That's when old memories came back. I remembered it was mom I first jacked-off too.
I remembered the first time. I saw mom getting out of the tub. She was bent over, naked, her tits hanging down and swaying. I could see them again, with their big brown nipples, swaying back and forth.
It wasn't mom that came back, but dad. He helped me to the bathroom to show me the 'Piss Tube,' as he called it. And a squeeze handle thing to pull my pants down and back up.
"Uh, yeah. Great dad, I don't have any pants."
"Your mother is getting you some big PJs. So all we gotta do is get you up and down. When you can get up, that is."
"How about wiping my ass?"
"Shit! Hadn't thought about that. Guess we'll still have to. You can still piss by yourself and ya do that more than shit."
'Yeah, dad, I know. You just don't wanna touch my cock.' I thought, rolling my eyes. After a few more minutes, mom brought in my liquid meal. It was a lot different than the hospital crap. That stuff is just plain nasty. Mom brought in six glasses, all with different colored stuff.
"I tasted everything and I think it's pretty good. I hope you like it."
Talking with your jaw wired shut is a bitch. "It's gotta be better than that hospital stuff."
That meal was fuckin' great. Mom had made the meal and prepared me a plate. She seasoned everything and then put it in the blender until it would go through a straw. I had steak, baked potato with sour cream, asparagus, cauliflower, biscuit (through a straw ain't good), and sweet potatoes. Why the hell can't hospitals do that?
I couldn't chew. But, I could get it in my mouth and roll it around with my tongue to actually taste it. That hospital crap was like wood pulp.
The third day, I got another bath. It was the same procedure as before. The only difference was taking the PJs on and off.
Once again, I got a hardon. I couldn't help but think about mom jacking me off again. As soon as she started washing my face, I got hard.
This time when I came, something was different. I knew I was shooting like before, but nothing flew through the air.
After I came, I heard mom softly say, "Hmmmm, It's still a mess. And, there's so much of it."
"Sorry, Mom." I mumbled.
"That's all right dear. Don't worry about it."
Mom cleaned me up, pulled my PJs on and quietly left.
I was loving it and wished I could participate freely. And, I was wanting it more than just bath time. Mom had a pattern going of bathing me every other day, so I was looking forward to her jacking me off again. The day came and went, with no bath. To say I was disappointed, is putting it mildly.
Dad did something for me though. He put a mirror, high up on the wall. It was angled so I could see the room. And he said he would try and rig up a TV for me to watch, because I couldn't sit or stay upright very long.
The next day, mom came in and started doing her cleaning in my room. I watched her in the mirror. Something was different. She seemed nervous and kept looking at me, mostly my mid-section. She didn't know about the mirror.
'Did she just? Yeah, she is. She's playing with her tits when she looks at me.'
Each time she looked at me she touched her tits and fingered her nipples. The longer she looked, the more she played with herself. When she left, she swung her hand out. Her fingertips touched the top of my foot and trailed lightly up and over my toes. It was ever so brief as she walked out.
'Damn! Is she deliberately trying to excite me?'
A few minutes later, mom came back, carrying the wash basin. "Missed your bath yesterday. Sorry hon."
"It's alright, mom. Didn't really need one." 'No, I didn't need a bath. I needed jacked-off.'
"Well, the Dr. Gave me a schedule, so I'll try and do better."
"You're doing great, mom. No complaints. Really."
"Shhhh. No more talk. Relax and enjoy your bath."
Mom' touch was soft and I smelled lilacs. She had scented the water. When she moved down to wash my legs, I watched in the mirror. She never looked at the mirror, only glancing up over my cast and back at my mid-section.
Mom was touching herself as she did earlier. By the time she reached my calves, she had unbuttoned her dress. Constantly, looking up over my cast to make sure I couldn't see her. When she reached my knees, she pulled a tit out.
'Oh, Wow! Damn! It looks better than I remember!'
My cock jumped and got harder. I heard a low moan from mom. She exposed her other tit.
'Son-of-a-bitch, they look good!'
My cock jumped again as mom paused to twist and pull her nipples. She continued up and I closed my eyes. I felt something touch the tip of my cock and opened my eyes just in time to see mom touching me. She looked over my cast again, before moving that finger to her lips. Her eyes closed and she had a wonderfully sensual look on her face as she sucked her finger. She was tasting me and loving it.
Mom washed my ass. When she finished, she ran her finger around my asshole and up to my balls. I twitched and moaned.
"That tickle, Dear?" But, before I could answer, she was already washing my balls. Finished with my balls, she put the washcloth in her right hand to do my cock. As she washed my cock with her right hand, she played with my balls with her left hand and licked her lips.
'Jesus, I hope this means she's going to give me a blowjob. I hope. I hope. I hope.'
Mom put the washcloth down and glanced over my cast, again. She gripped my cock so lightly, I could hardly feel it as her hand moved up and down. Another quick glance and mom lowered her head. Her tongue flicked out and licked the tip of my cock.
'Oh Shit! C'mon mom, put it in your mouth. Please, please, put it in your mouth.'
Mom licked the underside of my cock. "OH, Mom." I moaned through my teeth.
She didn't stop. Her grip became tighter and she put the head of my cock in her mouth. If she hadn't stood my cock straight up, I wouldn't have seen it.
'Holy Shit! My cock is in mom' mouth. Y-YESSSS! Suck it, mom. Suck it.'
I hadn't had a blowjob since last summer, when Laura broke up with me. She gave me a goodbye blowjob. Then I noticed mom' free hand was unbuttoning the rest of her dress. I was hypnotized, watching each button pop free.
When she reached the last button, she spread her legs wide.
'God yeah! Let me see that pussy.'
The button came free and mom threw the dress to the side. 'Mom shaves!' I couldn't believe my mom shaved her pussy. Actually, I could only see her mound and long clit sticking out, but there wasn't any hair.
