I was on the Golf team at my college and was doing pretty damn good when I slipped and tore my Achilles tendon. After surgery I was laid up for a bit and went back home to recuperate.
After three days I was starting to stink but I couldn't really stand up and had to keep my foot dry. I decided to take a bath and just keep my foot up on the edge of the tub. I had a nice bath, the first one in about 15 years and as I tried to get out I couldn't manage to climb out of the tub. I called out for some help and my mom said my dad just left to go to the gym. She stood outside the door and kind of timidly said she could try and help me. I didn't have any choice except to sit there for god knows how long so I said, "OK, that would be great mom."
She walked in and there I sat in all my glory. The first thing she looked at was my cock and then up to my eyes and then back to my cock which was now starting to get harder by the second.
In the five seconds of that total encounter so far three things had happened:
1. She stopped in mid step and as she stared at my cock she gasped.
2.My cock got rock hard.
3. Her face got beet red.
After that five seconds she finally acted, grabbed a towel and threw it to me, or actually threw it at my cock.
I covered up the best I could while sitting in the tub but couldn't get it under my ass so it was just sitting on top of me with a big tent pole standing straight up.
We got both my legs over the edge of the tub and then she had to get in the tub behind me, put her arms under mine and pull me up to the ledge. As I stood up the towel dropped to the floor before I could catch it and there I stood, on one foot buck naked. I looked in the full length mirror on the door and there is my mom's eyes fixed right on my now fully hard cock. It was like she was frozen or something, and before I even realized what I was doing my hand went around my cock and held it in my jack off position. I pumped it once before realizing what the hell I was doing and then I straightened my hand out and covered my cock as best I could and said, "Mom could you get my towel?"
She finally got it together, jumped out of the tub, grabbed the towel and handed it to me.
As I wrapped it around me I looked in the other vanity mirror and saw that in getting behind me and picking me up, her shirt had gotten wet because of course my back was all wet, and her nipples were poking through the wetness like little headlights. I looked up and she was staring at my eyes which were staring at her chest.
My face was now as red as hers was and I said," Thanks mom."
She spun around and as she practically ran out of the room she said, "Any time Jason," and the door slammed shut behind her.
Nothing was said about that encounter but at dinner her eyes wouldn't meet mine and after dinner she said she was going shopping and left.
The next day things were different somehow. She seemed totally back to normal and even maybe extra friendly or something.
The second day after our little encounter, right after lunch when dad was still at work she comes up to my room and says, "Jason, can I talk to you?"
I closed my laptop which was in Incognito mode because I was watching some porn on incest and I was watching it when she had knocked on my door and so I said, "Sure mom, what's up?"
She seemed nervous as hell and stood there for a few seconds like she was trying to formulate her thoughts and then she just started talking, "That bath tub encounter the other day pressed my strength limits to the max trying to pick you up like that. How about if I just help you wash up like they would at the hospital where the nurse comes in and gives you a sponge bath?"
Now it was my turn for my face to be beet red, where as I tried to formulate my thoughts I was hindered by the fact that all the blood was rushing from my brain to my cock. "Ahh, sure mom, that would be great. what do I do?"
It was then as she took the sheet from under her arm and handed it to me that I realized what the hell was going on. She had brought that sheet because she knew what the hell was going on. She said, "Get undressed and cover yourself with this and I'll be right back."
She hurried out like her ass was on fire and I could hear her humming and water running in the bathroom. She brought in a small TV table, set it up, and brought in a bowl of water with soap, wash clothes, and towels.
When she came back I was lying under the sheet on my side, which I had to because of my massive hard-on would have tented up the sheet.
She was very matter of fact and acted just like a nurse as she set everything up.
She looked at me and said, "Roll onto your back," and as I did she took a quick look at the huge seven inch tent pole poking the sheet up, and she smiled.
She started down at my feet washing each foot. Now, she had uncovered my feet as she washed them but as she crept up to my legs her hands went under the sheet so things seemed to slow down. When she got to my knees her eyes finally looked again at that tent pole and she stopped for a second as she pondered how or if she wanted to proceed, but it was only a second or two and then she was above the knee washing and staring at my cock which had now produced a silver dollar sized wet spot of precum on the sheet. She kept getting higher and higher and was now on my inner thighs only about two inches from my promised land.
And then she just like a nurse said, "OK buster, now this unusual leaky sensitive area," and the wash cloth went around my cock, which meant her hand went around my cock. She pumped it once, and then again, And then she pulled away, took the wash cloth and rinsed it and brought it back again. Her face was now beet red, and she slightly moaned as she pumped it once and then again, and then, as I started panting, the wash cloth fell away and it was just her hand pumping my cock. I kind of moaned and then I just said, "Oh mom."
She looked at me and a big tear dropped from her eye. She had stopped pumping but her hand was firmly around my cock and she had this strange look on her face like pain, or she was ashamed, or something. She finally said, "I am so sorry Jason.
It's, it's just that I never in my life saw anything like this, you, your thingy is so big. I've only seen two others, besides you Jason, And I've only had sex with one man, your father, and he is much smaller than you."
Another tear fell down her face and she said, "Do you hate me or think I'm a slut or something Jason?"
I quickly said, "No mom, of course I don't hate you. My only thought right this instant is whether you are going to keep pumping me like you were."
She looked at the tent between us and her hand moved slightly, not pumping but like she wanted to but wasn't sure what the hell to do. She looked at my eyes and as we stared at each other, my hand pulled the sheet up exposing her hand wrapped tightly around my cock. I wrapped my hand around hers and helped her jack off my cock. After the third stroke her eyes and seemingly her whole being were on my cock. My hand fell away and as she pumped my cock her body was moving and she was getting closer. I stretched my arm out as long as I could and put my hand under her chin, pulled her head up until she was looking into my eyes. I never said a word. I just smiled at her, dropped my hand to her shirt, grabbed the material and pulled her towards me.