Traumatically Blessed

**I originally posted this story under the name whatcouldofbeen but have decided to repost under this name. I hope you all enjoy.**

1.

The silence was deafening. Nothing stirred on this cold fall morning. The only movement was the cloud of breath that rose from my mouth as I took long deep breaths. My heart was thudding in my chest as I scanned the area for anything, any movement at all. Behind me, there was a rustling of leaves. I stood and leaned to my left to peer behind the tree I was perched in. My body froze as my eyes locked on the whole reason I had spent the last two weeks freezing my ass off in this tree. 50 yards behind me stood a magnificent beast. His antlers crowning his beautiful head had to have at least 10 points. This one was definitely my prize of the season if I could just get him to move out from behind me.

I pulled my call up to my mouth and made a series of bleats. That definitely got his attention as he returned the call but he still hadn't moved. I tried again, trying not to get too anxious and spook him but this buck was smart. I think he knew something was up and he just stood there cautiously scanning the trees. This was not his first rodeo.

The only thought running through my head was 'I had to have this one.' He was perfect and my dad would be so proud if he was alive to see it. Hunting was his passion and every year we would venture out into the woods in hopes of bagging a prize deer as he did with my grandfather and my grandfather with his father. A massive heart attack robbed me of my father on my 16

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birthday two years ago, but I kept up the tradition without him as a memorial. Sitting there in that tree gave me time to think about him and our time together. I really couldn't have had a better father and I hope to one day be able to share this with my son.

That's why I wanted this deer. I know my father would be smiling down on me from that tree stand in the sky but this damn deer would just not move. I was not going to miss this one.

Notching an arrow, I leaned as far out as I could, relying on my harness to hold my weight as I stood at a 45-degree angle from the tree. I knew this wasn't safe, but I had confidence that the strap was strong enough to hold all my weight. Why else would I even wear one if it wouldn't save me from falling?

I had the magnificent buck in my sights. I drew back the bow string. My muscles straining as I took a deep breath. This deer was mine I thought as a smile drew on my lips. That was the last memory I had as a heard a rip and plummeted 30 feet to the hard, frozen earth.

2.

"Matt, Matt, can you hear me, baby." My mother spoke softly to my unconscious form. I recognized her voice but I couldn't place who it was as I tried to open my eyes. It felt like an impossible task as I crawled out of the darkness of my mind. Besides my mother's soft voice, I could also hear other things. A faint high pitched tone beeped regularly in my head, footsteps off in the distance. After a tremendous amount of effort, my eyes finally register some light and I moaned at the strain.

Clear, sky-blue, tear-filled eyes stared into mine. I recognized my mom's worried face just in front of mine. Her fingers caressed my hair as her palm cupped the side of my face.

"Mom?" I weakly moan.

"Hey baby, welcome back." She said as she smiled warmly down at me.

"Mom, what happened, where am I?" I stammered. I see the heartbreak in her eyes as I'm sure she recognized the look of confusion on my face.

"You're in the hospital baby. You've been in a medicated coma for months. You fell from your tree stand. You're lucky to be alive. Somehow, you managed to call me on your cell phone and I used your GPS on it to track you and the EMT's had to airlift you out." Mom explained as she tried to hold back the tears. I knew she was about to break down at any moment and I could tell that wasn't all she had to tell me as my eyes scanned the room.

"Baby, baby, look at me." She softly pleaded as she directed my eyes back to hears. "Baby, you suffered major trauma to your lower spine. They had to fuse some of your spine and insert metal rods to stabilize it. You've been sedated for months because they didn't want you to do any more damage to yourself while you healed."

The emotions crashed through me at the news and the tears forming in my eyes finally pushed my mom over the edge and the tears burst from her eyes and ran down her cheeks. For some reason, I just knew. Knew I was paralyzed. Knew I would never walk again. Knew my life, as I knew it, was over.

Even with the tears coursing down her cheeks my mom stayed strong, as strong as a woman could breaking such tragic news to her only son. Silently tears streamed down her cheeks as my mom tried to explain.

"They said the trauma was extensive and they couldn't restore your motor functions but you still might have some feeling below the waist."

I had closed my eyes and silently grieved for my lost life as my mom tried to reassure me.

"I know this is going to be hard. Probably the hardest thing you have ever had to deal with, but the important thing now is for you to concentrate on your recovery and regaining your strength."

3.

She was right. These were the hardest days of my life. Being sequestered to a hospital is definitely a nightmare. I learned that while I was unconscious the nurses didn't pay particular attention to my cleanliness. Once I was finally in the recovery ward of the hospital it took a good amount of time for the nursing staff to clean me, which was considerably embarrassing. When you are at the mercy of some lovely nurses who were not blessed with the task of cleaning up the filth from between your ass cheeks, you quickly lose all sense of modesty. You are never at a more vulnerable point in your life than having to live through that.

After that initial embarrassing bath and once my modesty was thoroughly demolished, I began to enjoy the attention of these ladies and I was pleasantly surprised that despite my injury I was still able to achieve a healthy erection. What can I say, I was still an 18-year-old man with raging hormones, so I couldn't help it. My above average appendage tended to have a mind of its own. The surreptitious looks from these young ladies definitely kept me from depression as I laid broken in this bed.

The part of the attention from my nurses that was discouraging was, as they proceeded to clean my groin, I was expecting the same old pleasure I would have had when I took care of myself before the accident, but, as she ran the rough wash cloth over my column of flesh, the sensitivity wasn't as I remembered. Though pleasurable, it seemed very much dulled. In my mind, I was hoping it was just due to the brief attention the red-cheeked nurse gave me and decided I would find out if I could relieve the throb myself once she excused herself from my room and left me for the evening.

Once I was alone, I did what every young man would do and took my tool in my hand. After several long caresses up the length of my cock, I definitely noticed the difference. The intense pleasure I use to feel when I tended to myself just wasn't there. What was left was a dull pleasure and I knew this was never going to be the same.

I continued to stroke myself, feeling the rough skin of my palm pass over the ridge, and tried to concentrate on the sensation. I closed my eyes and imagined the impressed look on my nurse's pretty face as she gazed upon my prominent erection that her hands had inspired. I could feel myself getting close, but the exertion was getting to me and no matter what I did, I just couldn't get over that peak. My frustration was growing until finally, after a good 15 minutes of thoroughly abusing myself, I gave up with a grown and thinking to myself, 'this is really going to take some work.' Still weak from prolonged unconsciousness, I just didn't have the strength to get the job done. Hopefully, in time, I would regain the strength I would need with the dulled sensation to get myself over the finish line, but for now, it was no use. I was just going to have to leave it and hope the pain, from lack of release, would also be dulled.

Turns out, the pleasant sponge baths only lasted as long as it took for me to regain the strength to start therapy. Once I was able to lift myself, they went about the process of teaching me what I needed to know to survive as a paraplegic and being up in a wheelchair most of the time allowed me to take care of my other needs.

It was fortunate that I had spent my teen years working for a neighbor in his dairy. The muscle I had built during the hard labor of milking cows and general farm work helped greatly with my transition into life sitting in a wheelchair.

My mother, Rebecca, was a constant strength for me. She practically lived at the hospital and hardly ever left my side. Without her continuing love and reassurance, I probably would have dropped off into self-pity and depression, but she was always there to support me and lift my spirits when I was feeling particularly down or frustrated. This was also a learning experience for her as well because, once they did release me, she would have to assume the role as my nurse until I was fully recovered and adjusted to my new life.

4.

Let me tell you about Rebecca, my mother. Her and my father had always been together. Even when they were very young and in school together, she always knew my father and her would end up together. At least that is what she told me. Her parents and my father's parents were close friends, which allowed my mom and dad to basically grow up attached at the hip.

Being this close, and already in love at such a young age, becoming intimate with each other also started early. It shouldn't have been a surprise when my mother became pregnant at 15, but to my grandparents, who apparently were oblivious to the growing passion between their children, it was devastating. To them, being Catholics, there was only one option. I guess you could have called it a shotgun wedding, but for my mom and dad, being married at age 16 was the happiest day of their lives. Until of course the day of my birth.

Both sets of my grandparents were farmers in the Iowa hills and my father was always expected to carry on the family tradition, so, wanting the best for their children, they pooled together what money they could spare and bought a small neighboring farm where my parents could start their lives together.

My dad dropped out of school and got his GED immediately afterward. He was a smart man and a natural farmer. Taking some finance classes at the local community college gave him the knowledge to invest and each year after harvest he would take a portion of our income and made smart investments. When he died, our farm was one of the largest in the county and that was disregarding the inheritance of his parent's farm after their deaths when I was five. My grandfather died of colon cancer in his early fifties and my grandmother, not being able to take the grief, soon followed. My mother's parents are still very much alive but have since retired and left the running of their farm to my uncle and now spend most of their time traveling the world.

My mother was a natural housewife. She devoted her life to taking care of dad and me, which was a tireless job that she loved. If you would have seen my parents together, you wouldn't have been able to find a pair who contrasted each other more. While my dad was well over 6 feet tall and a mountain of a man, my mom was as petite as they get. She was barely 5'-2". While she could never have been a model for the lack of height and the stick figure needed, she more than had the beauty of one. Her shiny brown hair, that cascaded down past her shoulder blades, was normally kept in a tight ponytail to keep it out of her perfect oval face. With her sky-blue eyes, a small nose and wide full-lipped mouth, she could cripple any man if she looked at them the way she looked at my father. I probably sound biased but her affectionate face has been the one true anchor that kept me from falling into the abyss these last few months.

After my father's death, you could see the unimaginable devastation it had reaped upon her. Though she stayed strong and never let me see her grief, I noticed that there was a certain light missing from her eyes. While my father had a quiet strength, my mom was a bubbly social butterfly who was the life of the party. After losing the love of her life, she seemed to close within herself and didn't exude the same life she had before.

After my father's death, we learned that he was one of the smartest men to have ever walk this earth. Not only was he able to expand his farm beyond even his imagination, he had also created a massive amount of investments that, even after the crash of 2008 and taking significant losses, he still had assets in the millions. Apparently, after 2008, my father had also set up a substantial amount of bonds so that, even if the economy crumbled again, some of our wealth would be protected. So even without the substantial life insurance, we would have been quite well off.

Since my mother was never going to be able to run the farm by herself, and frankly had no interest to, and wanting me to finish school like she hadn't been able to, she decided to let some other local farmers use the land and made arrangements for a percentage of their earnings from it. This ended up being more than enough to pay the yearly property taxes and allowed the farm to stay in our name, if I ever wanted to pick up where my father had left off. This left her with the ability to dedicate her life to me and still let us live quite comfortably.

5.

After a couple of months of therapy, my doctors decided that there wasn't much more they could do for me there that I couldn't do through outpatient therapy and released me to go home. It was a relief to finally get out of that hospital but I still had to wear a brace for at least another month. Also, I was instructed that I was not allowed bend my body at more than a 90-degree angle so I was still going to need substantial help.

When we had finally arrived home, I noticed that while I was in the hospital, my mother had been incredibly busy. Knowing that I was going to be in a wheelchair when I got out of the hospital, at least for some time, she took it upon herself to make our home as accessible as possible. There were ramps on all of the exterior doors, which themselves had all been made wider along with all of the interior doors. Since this was a fairly old house, there was no possible way to make the bathrooms accessible, so she chose an alternate root of adding on. She built a whole new, larger, bedroom with its own attached accessible bathroom and a walk-in shower so I could easily transfer onto the shower chair. The money my mother must have invested in the house had to have been substantial, but I knew money meant little when compared to her only son, which made me love her even more.

"Mom, I can't believe you did all this. Where did you find the time considering that you hardly even left the hospital?" I asked in amazement.

"It was nothing baby. Your dad was not the only person with brains and knew how to take charge. It was actually a benefit for me not to be here during the renovations so I could stay out of the worker's way. All I really had to do was approve the designs and pay the bills which your father made possible." Mom said as she smiled down at me.

"This is fantastic mom, but you really didn't need to go through all the trouble. I could have made do with what we had."

"No baby, you couldn't. At this point, you don't need your life to be more complicated and it's my job to take care of you. Now let's get you situated in your new room and then we can get you into the shower to wash that hospital stink off you."

Wheeling into my new bedroom I was amazed at all my mom had done for me. In the middle of the room was a large king-sized bed with plenty of room around it for me to move my wheelchair. Across from the bed was a nice entertainment center where my mom had apparently moved all my old gaming stuff and also affixed a 60" tv to the wall above it.

"Mom, this is fabulous. You are the best."

"Anything for my baby, here, check out the bathroom. I hope everything will work out for you."

I rolled into the bathroom and smiled happily at my glowing mother.

"You really are too much mom. I love you. Sooooo...how should we proceed on getting me into the shower?"

"Well, the doctor informed me that you are not supposed to bend any more than the sitting position until he clears you and I'm not so sure I want you jostling around to try and wiggle out of your pants so, how about you pick yourself straight up and I will pull your pants down. But first, let's get the brace off you and get your shirt off." She said as she started to unstrap my brace and then pulled my shirt up over my head. "Are you ready for your pants."

"I guess I am as ready as I will ever be for my mom to see me naked," I reply as my cheeks reddened.

"Don't worry about it, baby. Who do you think whipped your little ass when you were no bigger than a football? You've got nothing I haven't seen before, all be it a bit bigger than the little dinky you use to have. Hopefully at least." She smirked.

"Aw mom, really?" I whined in embarrassment, "Yes, I think I have grown quite a bit."

"Come on Mr. Shyness, up you go." She said as she knelt before me and reached for my waistband, hooking her fingers under it. I lifted myself up off my chair and mom dragged my pants down my legs. I was looking at her pretty face when I noticed her eyes lock onto my penis as it came into view. Her eyes then traveled up my body to mine and with a wide smile said, "Yep baby, definitely bigger. Just like your father."

I smiled awkwardly and reply, "Umm, yeah thanks, mom." Of course, being naked in front of a woman, even if it was my mother, had the effects it would for any man my age and my cock started to harden, much to my embarrassment.

My mother took notice almost immediately and smiled quipped, "Yep, just like your father, I can't remember a time where he didn't get hard when he was naked in front of me." She looked back down at my mostly erect cock and quietly murmured. "Well mostly like your father anyway."

"What was that mom, what do you mean mostly?"

"Nothing baby, don't worry about it."

"No really mom, what's different? I'm proud to be like dad."

"Oh, it's nothing to be worried about, baby. In fact, the difference is something to be proud of. You look to be a bit bigger than your father. He was large and you seem to have gained some even on him."

This, of course, filled my ego and I smiled widely in pride.

"Ok, Mr. Bighead...uh...err...let's get these pants off the rest of the way." She must have realized the double meaning of what she had said because I noticed her cheeks redden and she looked down at my feet seemingly not able to hold eye contact.

"So, do you think you need to use the toilet before we get you into the shower?"

"Yeah, probably wouldn't be a bad idea."

"Ok, let's put your brace back on before you go moving around, then we will take it off again when we get you in the shower."

After replacing my brace, I moved over next to the toilet. My mom moved in front of me and placed her hands under my arms.

"I'm ok mom. I can do it." I said while looking into her blushing but smiling face.

"Don't worry baby, I'm not going to help you but I'll be damned if I am going to let you fall and hurt yourself while you are still not fully healed, so I am just here to make sure."

With that, I braced myself on the access bar my mom had installed along the toilet and lift myself out of my chair and onto the toilet.