This, as with all my stories is a long read. If you are looking for a quick, get to the point story, this isn't it. If you like the build in a story then enjoy and please leave a comment.
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It all began with a car accident where I was T-boned by another car that ran a stop sign. This accident had me hospitalized in traction for 3 weeks. My left arm was shattered, I had a broken collarbone and 2 cracked vertebrae between my shoulder blades.
The meds they were feeding me helped with the pain but it was the little things that were driving me crazy. Things like not being able to scratch an itch or use the bathroom. The upper body cast that I was in was very debilitating.
I really hadn't given anything more than a couple minutes thought due to the pain med's that I was on, so my time in the hospital wasn't that bad, I guess. It was only after I was released to go home that things turned weird.
I had been made comfortable in my old room at the house that grew up in that my mother still lived. While my body healed I would be stuck in the cast for at least 6 months.
As the days went on and my pain subsiding, my doctor prescribed my med's to an as needed dose. Well, along with the lessening of pain med's, my sober reality began to clear up. I was beginning feel things and understand what was happening again.
A couple of the things that the drugs had hidden from me was the fact that someone had been bathing me and taking care of, well, toilet needs. While heavily sedated and in the hospital, it was the nurse's that had the responsibilities. Now I was aware that while at home, it was my mother who had taken on the deed.
Humiliated at the fact that my mother, once again, was having to wipe my ass like I was a child. I would close my eyes in disgust and try to think of anything else that may distract from what my mother was having to do.
I would constantly apologize to her for having to take care of me like that at 20 years of age. Of course she would mother-up and tell me that that is what mothers do and to not give it a second thought.
Along with my mental awareness returning, other feelings were starting to come back also. Apparently, the drugs also had the effect of suppressing sexual stimulation. The sponge baths that I had been receiving were just another thing that had come and gone without a second thought.
It has been 5 weeks since the accident and at least 6 weeks since I have had any kind of sex. Now with my head clearing up and senses returning to normal, something as minor as bathing would have me becoming aroused.
Again, mom being the trooper that she was would just tell me that I shouldn't be ashamed as it was a natural reaction and continue bathing me. This went on for about a week.
One day when she came in to bath me, she had noticed my discomfort while she was cleaning around my business. She had always been thoughtful enough to clean there with just her hands knowing that the sponge may be too irritating on my sensitive skin.
At this point I was still flaccid but as soon as she cupped my balls, she gasped noticing how tight they already were.
"Oh My God Jeff, I am so sorry" she blurted
She was already five thoughts ahead of me as I tried to figure out what she was sorry for. I had never thought about her sexually or visa versa but she knew what was going on before I ever thought about it.
Confused, I asked "what are you sorry about?"
"Well, I'm sure that you don't think of your mother in a sexual way, as do I not with you."
"Thats good," I interrupted.
She continued, "And what happens to you is a natural thing so no harm no foul. But what I never thought of was that other things happen over time also."
Still not sure what she was talking about I just assumed that she was thinking that I may begin having thoughts about her, so I blurted "Mom, you are the most wonderful woman I have ever known but don't worry, you're my mother and I won't ever have those thoughts about you, no matter how much time passes."
"Well that's good to know but it's not what I am talking about."
Again confused, I asked "what is it then that you are talking about?"
"Are you sore when I clean you down there?"
"A little, why?" I asked.
"Well, you flinched when I touched you and your testicles are tight."
Not being able to see or feel for myself, I didn't realize that my balls had tightened up. I just knew that they were a bit sore.
"Well, as natural as your erections are from stimulation, I had failed to realize that it has been over a month since you could have had any, lets say, release of tension." Clearing her throat she continued "Jeff, you have a case of blue balls and i'm afraid that I'm the one who caused it."
An awkward silence pierced the bathroom as I still laid there naked with my mother kneeling next to me outside the tub.
With a big breath of air, mom spoke up, "ok, so lets finish up here I'll do some research on this little problem," playfully waving her finger in circles above my junk.
I was actually ok as long as I didn't move around too much. Getting in and out of bed and the bathtub is pretty uncomfortable to say the least, but I bear it as I don't know of any other way.
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The next morning started off pretty comical. Mom helped me out of bed to start the day. First things first, I had to use the bathroom.
I don't really cherish the thought of my mothers experience handling a hard cock, but the thought of how much experience she's had handling a morning wood that has to pee, I can't imagine allot. I have had erections before in the mornings and she was able to handle just fine, but this morning it was hard as a rock and pointing straight for the sky.
Now normally in this situation, I would take a stance a bit away from the toilet and lean forward, holding myself against the back wall. That way I could still aim at the toilet without having to bend my hard-on down to the point that it would cut off flow. Now, with the upper body cast, that is kind of out of the question.
"I've got an idea, Come here," mom said as she turned me towards the bathtub. "You can just pee in the tub."
Again, mom fumbled with my solid shaft trying to aim towards the drain. She was at an awkward angle to me so when my urine started flowing, it naturally shot off in a direction that she wasn't expecting. She was unable to avoid the first bit of my pee from landing on the arm of her robe.
"It's alright, I'll do laundry in a bit don't worry" she said while still holding on to my shaft that was shooting a high arc of pee towards the drain.
Then out of nowhere, she started giggling. What's up, I asked her.
"Oh nothing," she smiled back.
Curious I asked, "no really, what's got you chuckling."
"Do you really want to know?'
"Yeah."
Snickering still, she stated, "The feeling of your pee rushing through your penis feels very strange, almost ticklish."
Not what I was expecting to here from my mother. She was now slightly waving my cock around drawing shapes in the air with the stream of urine. I couldn't believe it, my mother was playing with my hard cock. I really couldn't see what she was doing but it was apparent that she was having a good time when I realized that she was spelling words on the shower wall.
Unsure what to say or do, I just stood there and peed. As my bladder emptied, my erection began to subside. Either my mom didn't notice this or she was having too much fun to care. Needless to say, her grip on my shaft never changed.
She let out a quiet sigh as I finished and pushed out the last few spurts.
Letting my cock fall to its resting position, She immediately stood up and dropped her robe to the floor.
Startled by this I excitedly ask, "What are you doing?"
"Well, you don't expect me to walk around the house with urine on my sleave, do you?"
"I guess not," I shot back at her.
"let's get you some breakfast," she said as she turned me towards the exit and led me into the hallway.
I have seen my mother in a bikini hundreds of times before. I have seen her in her underwear before. I have even accidently seen her naked before. I can say that she does have taste in underwear as the lacy bra and matching panties that she was wearing highlighted ever wonderful curve of her body.
Now this beautiful woman was holding me up as we walked towards the kitchen. I could feel the heat from her body against mine as we entered the dining area.
Standing in front of me, she helped sit me down on a chair. While I was sitting, she was bending over me for support. For the first time, my eyes we're staring at the luscious breasts that were hanging inches from my face without a care of whom they belonged.
The silence was broken as she pushed my seat forward, turned towards the cabinets and asked if I would like some coffee.
Telling her yes, I could do nothing but sit there and stare at this super hot body that was in front of me. To me, this was no longer the body of my mother, it was the body of a some hot 20 year old.
I mean, her legs were toned and very sexy and her ass rivaled most of the younger girls that I had seen. As much as my balls hated the idea, my cock had different plans. Blood began to flood my cock flesh causing it to swell in my boxers.
I was actually dissapointed when she finished starting the coffee, turned around then stated that she was going to go throw on her other robe. I watched her as she walked away admiring her perfectly rounded ass.
There I was, sitting at the table, arms suspended in air like I am giving someone an imaginary hug. Now add a massive tent in my boxers. Unable to cover it or lay it down, I am sure that my mom had seen it when she returned to the kitchen.
Walking straight to the coffee maker, she poured 2 cups and brought them to the table. Feeling excitenly vulnarable, there was nothing to hide my erection from my mother as she sat down next to me to help with my coffee.
She began chatting away about anything as if nothing was out of the normal. She had to have noticed but was playing super cool about it. Or so I thought.
"Oh hey, I did a little research last night on your, problem. I came across allot of warm wash towel recommendations."
