The events in this story took place while I was recovering from a bad car wreck in which two of my friends had died and in which I had become extremely injured.
I lay in bed staring at the ceiling wishing that I had died instead of my friends. It had been nearly a month by now and I had recovered dramatically. The doctor had sent me home and my mother had left her company in the hands of her assistant, occasionally dropping by, until I was in better health. One of my legs was still broken and the other was sprained so I was not yet able to walk completely and a couple of my ribs were broken so it had made it very hard for me to get comfortable- always having to stare at the ceiling. My arm, which had been nearly ripped out of its socket, had almost completely healed and the Doctor had suggested that I try to swim once a day to get it and my sprained leg back into shape. My mother had taken me down to the pool and played some of her yoga music for me every day since then, but I hadn't yet been able to do anything but sit on the steps in the shallow end and feel even more miserable and soggy than I did lying in my bed.
My mom burst into the room interrupting my thoughts. "Honey, why the gloom look?" she had asked but sensing that she already knew she changed the subject instead of pressing it "Are you ready for your swim?" I nodded my head and she tossed me my swim trunks. She turned her back while I slipped on the swim trunks under my bed-gown that I had taken home from the hospital. When I told her I was ready she wheeled my chair over next to my bed and, knowing that I would refuse her picking me up, offered me a hand to give me balance as I struggled from the bed into the wheelchair.
When we arrived at the pool out back she rolled me to a stop next to the hand rail that led down into the shallow end and told me she would be right back. I knew she didn't like to watch me in pain as I tediously struggled to get from the wheelchair to the water without breaking any more bones. But we both knew that it was only because of my hard work and stubborn mind that I had recovered so fast. When she returned she was wearing a one-piece bathing suit and paused before getting in the water next to me when I gave her a quizzical eye. Upon entering the water she stated with a gentle smirk that she must have had patented and said, "Well if you are going to swim, then you are going to have to actually swim! And we both know that if you try to do that alone you will end up drowning. So from now until you get better we are going to do this swimming thing together. Now common and lay belly down on my hand, I'll hold you up while you stroke your arms and paddle your feet."
Knowing that it was best not to argue, I lay my belly down on her hand and in an instant recoiled in pain. We had both forgotten about the broken ribs and I was the one that had paid for it. After giving me an apologetic look she suggested that this time she place her hand right below the belly and on the flat of my waist. This proved to be more productive and I soon was laughing for the first time in a month and tossing my good arm happily while my injured arm followed behind almost a stroke slower. I was having so much fun that I had not noticed how far my mother's hand had seeped down past my waist. It was now resting right above my cock and, before I could stop it, the surprise sent my cock into an instant erection.
My mom must of sensed it too because her laughter also died down. Stating that it was time for lunch she floated me over to the steps and sat me down before she walked over to get my wheelchair. While she was getting my chair I began to fully take in my mom's figure for the first time. Her hourglass figure was accented perfectly by the one-piece that she wore. As she bent down to un-do the breaks on the wheels I noticed that she had the most perfect ass I had ever seen. I couldn't believe I hadn't noticed by now. When she turned around with the chair her dark red hair swung around majestically and she trotted over to me while her gigantic breasts jiggled slightly to and fro. I needed a better look so instead of climbing out by myself this time I asked mom if she would help me, making the excuse that my ribs were still hurting a little from the accident. As she happily bent over to help me up I snatched a non-chalant look down her top. No padding! Her breasts were really that big! After getting me in the wheel chair she began wheeling me back to my room so I could give myself a sponge bath before lunch.
Once I was in the room and waiting for my mother to bring me the sponge and soap I would need for the bath; I began to have an idea.
When my mother entered the room still drying her hair with one hand and toting a small bag in the other that contained some soap and a sponge, I began my act. "Mom, I think my ribs are beginning to swell." I whined, "I can barely move my good arm without it hurting."
