I'm Rob, just 20 years old and a very horny young man.
If I say so myself, I'm pretty fit and in excellent shape. I'm at the age where I need constant orgasms in order to empty my sack and my mind is almost totally devoted to where the next one is coming from.
I live with my Mother, Linda, who is 42 and very attractive. So much so it's embarrassing. Especially when my friends discuss in front of me that they would love to fuck her.
In spite of the embarrassment, I found myself looking at her in a new light and agreeing with them.
Since Dad left, Mother had maintained her glamorous looks and beautiful clothes just the same.
I caught myself trying just a little too hard to catch glimpses of her stocking tops around the house. I found them incredibly arousing and I fantasised about seeing Mother in her underwear.
I'd tried persuading my girlfriend to wear them, but she just wasn't interested.
Somehow though, it probably wouldn't have been the same. My fantasy was very much seeing Mother in these wonderful nylons.
I would sometimes rummage in the wash basket and savour the feeling of her used stockings against my skin. If I was lucky I would find some worn panties too, so I could sniff Mothers' aromas at the same time.
Of course these rummages would just leave me frustrated. I could either wank my cock in to oblivion or I could go out for a blast on my motorbike.
So, that's how I ended up in hospital.
The last thing I remember was the car pulling out in front of me.
Now I'm coming around and a nurse is telling me what happened.
"You are a very lucky boy" she said.
"You went over the car and knocked yourself out, but your helmet saved you from serious head injury. However, you must have put your hands out to save yourself, because you have broken bones in both wrists, that's why you are in casts. We kept you sedated whilst we dealt with that and ran our checks."
"We think you are ok now apart from some aches and pains, so we are just going to keep an eye on you here for a couple of days. Your Mother will be in to see you later in the day."
"We've placed the call button at the end of the bed, so you can call us with your toe if you need anything."
I sat in bed, my head was gradually clearing and as the nurse had said, I had a few aches and pains.
Looking down at my plaster clad arms, my first thought was that it had put paid to my wanking hobby for a while!
Somehow I didn't think that was going to be on the list of services if I rang the bell.
I then started to wonder about having a pee and became aware that things didn't quite feel right down there.
I didn't like the feel of this at all and fairly quickly decided to summon the nurse with the bell.
"What's the problem?" She asked.
"Erm, Im a bit worried that things don't feel right down there." I said, gesturing with my chin at the same time.
"Aah" she said, "Nothing to worry about, let me show you."
She then peeled the bed clothes back and I looked down at my cock, which now had a plastic tube coming out of it.
"We had to put a catheter in as we weren't sure how long you were going to be out for. We won't leave that in too long. That's why you are in a special room for disabled patients."
She pointed to a toilet in the corner of the room that had support rails around it and modesty curtain.
"That's there, so that we can assist you once the catheter is removed. The whole area is a wet room, so we can shower you down as well if needed."
"Oh, that's OK then." I mumbled.
Thinking that it wasn't ok at all. More like highly embarrassing.
A few hours later, after a doze, I was in my 'sit up' position with backrest up and arm cast rested on supports either side. I was definitely feeling those aches and pains now but at least my head was clear.
I could hear a familiar click clack coming down the corridor towards my room.
Sure enough, it was Mother. She entered with the nurse.
"So, here is your boy." She said, "A bit battered and bruised, but none the less, a very lucky lad"
She then ran through my injuries with Mother and explained where the visitor facilities were if she needed them.
"I'll leave you two now, just press the button if you need anything."
Now, my nurse was very professional but short and stocky, not at all a fantasy figure.
However, Mother was her usual glamorous self in a smart grey two piece suit with white satin blouse, tan nylons and black patent stilettos. Her dark hair cut in a glossy bob.
She leant across the bed gave me a big hug and kissed me on the lips. My lips immediately started to tingle.
" I'm so pleased to see that your safe now and in good hands. I have been so worried since the police called."
"Thanks Mum. I'm pleased myself, it could have been so much worse. But I'm not going to be able to do anything for myself for quite a while."
"Oh, and what have you got on your lips? Mine won't stop tingling since you kissed me and I can't wipe them."
Mother smiled. Her glossy ruby red lips revealing her lovely white teeth.
"Oh, whoops, that my lip plumper lipstick gloss. Yes, it does tingle but it gives Mummy a better pout!"
She reached in to her handbag, produced a tissue and then gently wiped the gloss from my lips.
"Is that better?"
"Yes." I replied "Although it wasn't actually unpleasant."
As always, when close to mother I could smell her divine perfume. The one thing that competed with clothes and jewellery for emptying her purse.
Mother pulled a chair up and sat beside the bed to chat. Could I see a hint of stocking top? I wasn't sure, but the sight of her crossed nylon clad thighs was as pleasing as always.
After about an hour and a couple of cups of tea, Mother stood up.
"I need the toilet now, so I'm just going to pop along to the visitors facilities. I won't be long."
As I watched her tight behind wiggle leaving the room, I started to picture her lifting her skirt to reveal her stockings. I retreated in to this fantasy land for not too long when Mother came back in.
"Gosh, that was quick!"
"It's closed for cleaning." She said. "I'll just have to wait."
After another half an hour, Mother disappeared again, only to reappear shortly afterwards.
"It's still closed" she said, "and I am bursting now!"
Mother fidgeted and paced around my room. I could actually hear the sound of her nylon clad thighs rubbing when she walked as she pushed her legs together in desperation.
I was finding all of this quite a turn on, even in my current state and I could feel my intubated cock actually starting to stiffen.
She was now stood by my bed, pushing her hands in to her crotch and moaning.
"I'm going to burst in a minute." she whimpered.
"Mother, why don't you use the one in the room?"
