This is a very short story - loosely based upon fact. I'll allow the reader to pick out what is fact and what is an embellishment. Please enjoy.
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The summer of 1957 was extremely hot. I worked on one of my motorcycles until mid-afternoon, then decided to take a short ride on my 125cc Harley to cool off. I wore only a pair of moccasins and my gym shorts - no shirt or helmet and no jock strap under my thin shorts. I did not expect to be gone too long so I did not tell Mom I was leaving.
Mom and I live in a modest bungalow in a small West Texas town. Dad was killed in the War, so it was just the two of us. That summer I was between the eleventh and twelfth grades - although already eighteen years old; I suffered illnesses as a child and was held back a year in school.
I rode only a few miles, and while negotiating a curve on a mostly deserted country road, the bike slid out from under me. Although not traveling at a high rate of speed, I skidded several yards across the concrete roadway, losing my shorts and moccasins in the process. I retrieved the shorts, and although they were ripped, they preserved my decency until I could get home. I took stock of my injuries: severe friction burns on my forehead, chest, abdomen, and knees, but the most painful was an abrasion to my pecker.
My bike was not severely damaged, so although I was hurting badly, I rode it home. Using a garden hose, I washed the dirt off my skin before going indoors. Mom was sitting at the kitchen table reading a book. She looked up and saw my injuries.
"Buddy, what happened?"
"I had a minor accident on my bike. Can you tend to my injury?"
Mom works as an emergency room nurse at the local hospital and maintains a well-equipped medicine cabinet in our bathroom. She ordered me into the bathroom and after drawing a bath she commanded me to strip and get into the tub.
"But Mom, I don't have anything on under these shorts."
"I've seen you in the 'all-together' many times - now step out of those bloody shorts and get into the tub."
I complied; I dropped my shorts and stepped into the tub. Mom used an old, soft diaper cloth to wash my wounds with Phisohex. She carefully washed the abrasions on my face, body, and knees, occasionally using tweezers to remove grains of sand from the cuts. She held the head of my dick in one hand and washed the shaft, pulling a few grains of sand from the open skin. She moved my dick from side to side to inspect the scrapes - her activity caused me to experience a major boner. Mom, in a very professional manner, continued her care of my tool and said nothing about my raging hard-on.
She told me to stand in front of her while she dried my wounds with another soft cloth. She staunched the bleeding from my forehead and knees and tenderly dried my pecker.
"Stand still Buddy, I'm going to put tincture Merthiolate on these abrasions to prevent any infection."
I knew that medication would create a severe burning sensation as it was applied, but Mom, as she had done since I was an infant, softly blew on the areas in which she applied this antiseptic. She held the head of my dick and moved it slightly to the side to apply the Merthiolate to the injured area. Still holding the tip of my dick, she moved her head to within two or three inches of the shaft and blew for several seconds to lessen the pain from the application of the antiseptic. I was mesmerized watching Mom's puckered lips so close to my cock. I wished she would put my tool into her mouth, but I knew that was not going to happen. My dick was as hard as I had ever experienced and was now leaking copious amounts of pre-cum. Mom continued her nursing of my injuries seemly oblivious to my erection.
Mom is a gorgeous woman with deep blue eyes and long, curly black hair, and a fantastic figure. She never dated after Dad was killed - most men in town, both married and single, have made efforts to take her out, but she has refused all. She was frequently called the "ice queen" by some of her rejected suitors, and some would call her "tight-assed".
My dick was throbbing and leaking pre-cum, but Mom did not seem to take notice of my situation.
She gave me two aspirins to lessen the pain I was suffering and told me to lie down on my bed.
She ordered, "Don't dress or cover up for the next few hours. Those abrasions must be exposed to the air to heal properly."
Mom left me alone in my room for a while. My dick was pointed straight at the ceiling. I wanted to relieve myself but knew I must wait until Mom left for work.
She checked in on me as she was about to leave for the hospital. She looked sexy in her starched, white nurse uniform, and my boner got harder.
"Buddy, try to rest. I left a ham sandwich on the kitchen counter covered with wax paper to protect it from the flies. I'll be home at midnight, but if you get to feeling bad, call me at the hospital."
As soon as Mom left the house, I grasped my dick; it was somewhat painful to stroke, but I was able to come with only a little effort. I cleaned the cum with a tissue and laid back in my bed. I fell asleep quickly.
I do not know how long I slept, but I awoke with the room dark and could see out my bedroom window. It was well after sunset. I sensed a presence in my room. I called out, "Who's there?"
A familiar voice answered, "Sssh, Buddy. Lie still, I'm going to turn the lights on."
"Nana, what are you doing here?
"Your mom called and asked me to look in on you. She has to work a second shift - there was a bad wreck on the bypass."
While Nana reached for the light switch, I pulled the sheet over my lower body. Nana and Mom look so much alike they could pass for sisters, although Nana, now in her mid-sixties, was showing some gray hairs. She was a few inches taller than Mom, and her boobies were somewhat larger, but both women exuded sexuality.
"Bubby, did you get anything to eat?"
"No, Nana, I've been sleeping since Mom left for work."
"She wants me to wipe your abrasions with a damp cloth, administer more Merthiolate and give you a couple more aspirins. She should be home about 7:00 A.M. Now pull that sheet down so I can get to work."
"Nana, I don't have any bottoms on..."
"Nonsense, I've seen your little tallywag many times."
She pulled the sheet down to the foot of the bed and went to work on my wounds. She cleaned the more severe ones on my head, chest, torso, and knees and then went to work on my pecker. She gripped it, held it to the side, and applied the Merthiolate, and as she had done since my childhood proceeded to lightly blow on it. Still grasping my dick, she asked if it still burned. I replied that I still felt a burning sensation, so she bent over and gently kissed my shaft. Not unexpectedly my dick went full hard-on with that kiss.
"Your tallywag is not so little anymore," she observed.
I know I possess an above-average-sized cock, having seen most of my football teammates in the showers after practice. When I get an erection, it expands both in length and girth. I measured it once at seven and a half inches during an erection.
Nana administered two more aspirins and told me to go back to sleep. She said she would stay for a time to make certain I was okay. She turned off my bedroom light, left the door ajar, and went into the kitchen area to read the new edition of Life magazine. I beat off before falling asleep.
When I awoke, I could see through the window that dawn was breaking. I suddenly became conscience of someone in my bed with me. I looked over and saw Nana sleeping next to me in Mom's peach-colored nightgown. Her boobs resting against my chest, combined with my usual morning erection, caused my dick to get hard again. She had her leg over my groin, so my movement awakened her.
"Good morning, sleepy head..."
"Nana, what are you doing in bed with me?"
I looked in on you after you went to sleep. You seemed somewhat restless, so I hopped in bed to calm you. I hope you don't mind."
"Nana, I have to pee..."
"Go ahead. I'll wait here - I need to check your abrasions and put some more medication on them."
I had trouble peeing with this major boner but finally relieved myself. My boner abated after my piss, so I returned to bed.
"I'm going to put some antiseptic cream on your cuts. This shouldn't sting as much as the Merthiolate."
My grandmother dabbed the cream on my various cuts. She left my dick for last. She put a generous amount of cream on both hands and, sitting on the side of my bed, proceeded to apply it by stroking my dick, first with one hand and then with the other. Naturally, her stroking caused my dick to get hard once more. She continued stroking well after the cream had been generously applied, and my cock became more and more rigid.
Nana discontinued her stroking, stood up, and removed my mother's nightgown she was wearing. Her body was fantastic: her pubic hair was mostly black with some gray interspersed and was neatly trimmed. Her breasts were large and pendulous but with a round shape. Her abdomen was flat.
Nana straddled me and guided my throbbing tool into her pussy. I was not a virgin, but my only previous sexual experiences had been with Lisa, a girl a couple of years older than me who worked at Dairy Queen. She gave hand jobs in your car during her smoke breaks for one dollar. I frequently paid for her hand jobs - she performed these in a dispassionate manner and smoked while bringing you to climax. She usually never lets you touch her while she performs. About six months ago, however, she let me fuck her after the hand job, but she was insistent that I pull out before coming.
I should have objected to my grandmother's actions but kept quiet and enjoyed what was happening. Her pussy was tight to my dick, and as she moved up and down, her titties swayed from side to side. I massaged her boobs and pinched her hard nipples between my fingers and thumbs. She held her arms above her head to emphasize her tits. She rocked up and down very gently and asked if this activity hurt the sores on my dick. I replied no, and she continued her motion somewhat more vigorously.
"Nana, I'm about to come."
"Hold back a little longer. It will be more intense if you do."
She kissed me - I had smooched with several girls, but this kiss was the most intense I ever experienced. Nana pushed her wet tongue deep into my mouth. I pushed back with mine and penetrated deep into her mouth. We played tongue tag back and forth as we continued fucking.
