Soon after that I turned 18 and joined the Army to get away from everything and start my life driving a tank.
During my second year of serving we were on a winter training exercise when I got very sick and dehydrated. The medics called for a medical evacuation and I was taken by helicopter to the Army hospital for tests and treatment. A growth was found on my lung and major surgery was scheduled. This was back in 1986 so there was no keyhole surgery yet, they had to slice me open.
The surgery left me with a huge scar on the right side of my back, my right arm was paralyzed, and my left arm was barely usable. As my mom had been a nurse when I was young, and then worked as a home health care worker helping people who could not do basic care for themselves, we agreed that I would go home for a month so that she could help me recover.
She had taken 10 days off from work to pick me up at the hospital, drive me home and help my recovery through the first challenging week. As I couldn't use my arms, basic care was impossible - I was able to slightly use my left arm for things like wiping my ass, but that was it.
After the 9 hour drive home I was exhausted - even though I had just been sitting in the car - and was ready for bed. My room was at the furthest back corner of the house close to the bathroom. Mom helped me get settled in, removed my shirt to check my stitches and dressing to make sure it was good to go for me to get into bed. We agreed that my shower could wait till the morning after my step-dad and brother had left the house for work. As it was summer time I had been wearing shorts, Mom knelt in front of me and removed my shoes and socks. She then reached up and slid my shorts down and off my feet leaving me in my boxers. I sat on the bed and she helped me to lay down in a relatively comfortable position. Luckily I had some really great pain killers so was able to drop off quite quickly.
The next morning mom came in to help me get up and shower. I had been concerned about the mornings as I was 19, male, and often woke up with morning wood. Also I had not been with anyone or been able to wank for nearly 2 weeks. But thankfully my body was still feeling the effects of the surgery drugs so all was good.
Mom sat on the edge of my bed and slipped my boxers off. I caught the look on her face as she saw my uncut cock hanging down in front of her. I asked it everything was okay and she smiled and said - yeah I just didn't realize how much my middle baby has grown up till now. I chuckled.
She told me that she usually bathes her patients but couldn't do that with me because of the open wound so it would have to be showers. She told me to stand facing the shower and let my body get wet and that she would be right back. A couple of minutes later she walked back into my bathroom in a robe. As she came in she said that this would be easier and she didn't want to get her clothes wet. She removed her robe and it was then that I saw she was nude.
She got into the shower with me and stood between me and the shower head so she could control how much water was hitting my body - concern for my back mostly. Mom soaped up a washcloth and began washing the top part of my front body, she gently washed my back around the parts of the surgery. she then did my bum and crouched down to do my legs and feet. I was instructed to turn back around so she could finish. When I did I noticed that she had gotten very wet and water was rolling down her chest and dripping off of her breasts. Strangely it was quite erotic - remember I hadn't been with anyone or wanked for 2 weeks.