Trish to the Rescue

Trish had always worked hard to stay afloat as a single mother left by her abusive partner to bring up two children. She had been rehoused in Kent after leaving the women's aid refuge. The three bed house had enabled her to pursue her science career. Both her children were adults now. Her daughter lived in Canada and was married. Bob her son worked at Kings College London site in Camberwell. He was single and lived in a flat a short bus ride from work.

He still brought his washing home to her in a rucksack on Saturdays although he was now 27!

One evening her door bell rang and to her surprise two policewomen gave her the news. Bob had been knocked off his bicycle by an uninsured driver in a stolen builders van being chased by police. Bob was in Kings College Hospital and had two broken legs and hand and wrist injuries. He had a night of surgeries with specialist teams trying to save him. The uninsured driver and passenger had been arrested and were in police custody. Their vehicle theft had been for tools loaded in the builders van. Police dashcam footage had recorded the incident and Trish was advised to get a law firm involved as the vehicle was insured and the insurance company would put up a fight but police advised to take action for compensation for injuries and loss of earnings.

Trish was put through to the hospital on a police phone and the two family support officers were kind and supportive.

Trish was told that Bob would be unconscious for the first 24 hours as a result of the levels of pain relief administered. His legs had been immobilised and would heal. His hands and wrists were the major challenge and the hospital consultant she spoke to warned that worst case might be amputation of either fingers or above wrist. Bob had put his hands out and prevented his cycling helmet hitting the pavement.

The following day Trish waited at work for updates. Her HR Department had been very understanding but she preferred to work as there was nothing she could do at the hospital while microsurgery continued a neurosurgery team tried to save function and nerves in the hands.

Bob needed to remain in hospital for two weeks. The neurosurgeons performed a series of operations to reconnect nerves and function to the shattered bones. Orthopaedic surgeons used metal plates and plaster to enclose forearms and hands to allow healing and knitting together. Bob needed continuing care at the hospital but moved to live with his mother and Trish cared for him.

Bob was helpless. With an electric hoist to assist moving him Trish had some help to transfer him morning and evening. She was trained and approved to operate the hoist.

Trish faced washing her son in a bed bath; reminding her of him as a baby. His toes and feet needed daily washing. Trish was amazed to find a long thick 10 inches of cock in her hands as she had to wash his foreskin gently several times a day; wipe his bottom after he used a bedpan or the chemical toilet supplied to them.

Trish was speechless when she encountered his erect cock. She flooded her underwear with hot excitement. Bob was used to regular masturbation. He was uncomfortable that his erection appeared as soon as his mother began to wash him.

"Gosh Bob I had no idea how big you have grown." He was excited about her cleaning his foreskin several times daily. He was always hard and she was always wet and excited.

Trish had suffered violence before she entered a refuge. She had not had a relationship with a man since and had needed counselling to help with the nightmares and flashbacks to the beatings and painful rapes she had endured. Bob's dick was hugely arousing but he was her son and helpless for the immediate future. Handling him excited her but she could not face the idea of sex with her son. She coped but that first sight had unlocked hot female desires within her and she wondered how much her excited large cunt could take inside her.

"Mum I masturbate several times a day...I really want to but I can't reach my hands don't work. I'm aching to come. I hope my language doesn't offend you but my balls are hurting and the only way i know to end that is wanking and coming several times a day."

"Bob the only way that is going to change is if I agree to help. You are my son and I need to think a lot about this. That would be incest and I was brought up by a family where that was not approved of. It is difficult for me to handle and wash you. You are huge baby. That is bigger than I have ever seen!"

"I masturbate 8-10 times a day usually and my plumbing was undamaged. I am aching to wank and come."

Trish was excited even more to hear him tell her about his sexual prowess. He had not discussed sex for more than 20 years and she couldn't control her body. She had not masturbated so her memory of sex was extremely painful, just like the punches and kicks...

She went to bed after washing him throbbing, hot in her hand. "I trust you did not do this when nurses bathed you at the hospital."

"One nurse wanked me and I came for her. She was only on duty once. Shame I would have liked to put it inside her. I have tried that with many women but they were too tight for me to get more than the head in."

Trish went to bed warm wet and hot. She wanted sex it had been so long without. She felt excited regularly but then the flashbacks and fears came and she tried to ignore her wet warm sexual desires. Her Jamaican parents would disapprove of incest; she had been been raised to be strong but her life had been almost derailed by the violence and rapes by her husband. She kept going selflessly for her children. Surgery to enlarge her for her first birth had not been kind to her and she had a huge pair of fleshy lips which had been extended to form a large open vulva. She had a long deep channel in her underwear a large long camel toe in any underwear or swimwear.

She agonised. "But he is your son."

"But Trish you are in control and think of the excitement of sex after so long. He excites you. Just agree not to think that you are related. Make sure you put protection on him. You have your own protection from your IUD." The voices in her head were tempting her to sit over his big black cock and rub him against her and inside her.

"Trish you are bigger than he is. You can swallow him inside you and you are so wet for sex go for it, you can do it. He is begging you to wank him."

Next morning help came and they moved him to the chemical toilet. Trish wiped him. She had soaked her Sloggi underwear overnight and had just a kaftan on. No bra for her black 40DD breasts.

The help left as he was hoisted back to the bed and Trish began to wash him then dress him in a long T shirt and shorts.

"If you never call me mum and we think of this as nurse/big black cock I will put you into a condom and you can have relief when you need it when we are alone. I have urgent needs too Bob I've never had pleasure from a man and I want to feel you inside me so I can have an orgasm around a big black cock."

"Ok agreed I don't feel great about the incest thing either but I am hurting for release. You'll find black extra long condoms in the toilet bag you bought from my flat."

Trish thought the unopened box of 12 was inadequate for their needs. She would buy in bulk online.

"Are you comfortable Bob?"

"Rock hard and aching to come."

Trish took off the kaftan and stood with one leg on the bed pulling her wet flaps wide open.

Bob moaned "WOW you could take off with those you are huge Trish!"

"I'll need to be to get that cock inside."

Her breasts dangled over him as she adjusted the bed with the controls and electric motor and straddled the sheathed cock. She rubbed it over her clit hood dripping her cream and juice against the slippery cock shaft. She wanted that huge knob to go in so she could try it and squeeze it. She slid over the end and found she went along the shaft. Her legs were spread wide either side of the bed. He was unable to move; she had total control and bore down until she was filled and stretched inside. She enjoyed the hard warm cock particularly in one spot and moved so that his knob rubbed it again. She had two wet fingers pushing against the hood of her clitoris and could feel the bulge he made inside her pushing along it inside. She couldn't last long like this.

She was moving internally rapidly squeezing the hard stiff rod and she heard the suction and wet farts as she felt the huge wave of noisy pleasure as her hole released air and her liquid in a series of wet farts. She grunted loudly as the first wave of orgasms hit her and then the orgasms continued.

Bob was helpless. He so wanted to suck those hanging tits and big stiff nipples. He could do nothing but pump and pump his load into the condom and enjoy the huge cunt sucking on him and squeezing his dick head tight and rippling wet muscles milking up and down his shaft. He had the base of his shaft outside that huge black cavernous hole and could feel her flaps hanging down appearing to want to pull more of him inside him. She groaned her pleasure again and rubbed noisily with her slippery wet fingers. He felt himself shrinking inside her and she took the base of his shaft into her groaning again as she went on and on out of control. He couldn't speak and the felt her tits on his face as she shifted her weight to her elbows put her feet off the bed and sobbed tears of joy as she headed into gentle squeezing until he stiffened and filled her and she worked his shaft and moved quicker until he lost control and pumped.

Trish was out of control; her nipples were hard and sucked longer. Her sloppy hole was stretched long and wide. She was nearly screaming with ecstasy but managed to hold it to a long deep moan and panting rapidly. She needed to change his condom but found it hard to stop. She needed more, actually wanted him to fuck inside her he was so long and deep inside.

Trish had crossed the taboo line and now was achingly hungry for his hard cock. She was confident about taking his length now and she mounted his size eagerly and soaked the long condom with her sex juices. She fed her tits to him to suck and squeezed and released his head and shaft. She liked the freedom to control the huge cock and use it to bring herself to amazing multiple orgasms groaning and gasping her pleasure. She went on until he had pumped his load three times in her. Trish cleaned him up and dressed him.

"How do you get that soft length inside your shorts?" What do you do if you get hard?" Trish coiled the cock and found his shorts could hide his soft length but if he stiffened his knob would go down to emerge down his thigh. He had stitched a lining in to hide this.

"At work I wear lab clothing but I have flashed a few times accidentally elsewhere."

After lunch Trish was wet for him and she gave him another three rides until she napped. She loved the opportunity to take that cock again and again. She felt tender afterwards but her cunt was so wet all day.

That evening she offered her cunt again and he came twice. He spent a long time touching her huge tits and gently sucking her nipples.

Trish bought more condoms and took his cock until her period. She wanked him into a towel when he wanted relief., until her bleeding had ended.

"I love you washing my cock Trish. You are so gentle. Do You enjoy handling me?"

"Of course you are so huge. I love the length and hardness of you in my hands. I can't say i ever had any pleasure before this-you know I was raped hard as well as hit before we all went to the refuge."

He remembered her being hit and bleeding from her mouth. He was terrified of being hit himself. His sister had kicked their father so hard in the testicles he passed out. Bob shuddered at the memory of his sister calling the police and saving them all.

"Trish I wish I didn't have to ask you to do this. Are you OK to do it with me."

"I am so excited to do this for as long as you can't do it yourself. I love feeling you hard inside me. I like being on top and coming around you. You are exciting to feel up inside me."

"Does my size hurt you?"

"No I am big enough to take it. I love feeling full of hot cock and you rub my clit so that I can't stop coming. Yes you stretched me and I certainly feel that you did that but it doesn't hurt after we are done. I like the stretched feel. Ideally I would like to fall asleep with you up inside me but we can't do that at present."

"Trish you have such a big wet exciting cunt. I don't need to have all of it in you. As long as I am not hurting."

"I make a lot of noise because I come so many times I can't speak and I get breathless with the excitement."

Together they loved the private mutual relief they shared and would never tell anyone about. Trish found her cunt was powerful muscular and wet and hungry for more. Bob came so many times he had more sensation of being engulfed and buried in her tits as she groaned and grunted her throbbing climaxes along and around him.

Bob began to heal and although his leg muscles had shrunk he would need a lengthy rehab to get back on his feet. His hands and wrists would take longer to knit together. He had some ability to move some fingers and had avoided amputation. Eventually he would emerge with permanent impairment in his fingers and he received phased financial allowances and compensation payments. Finally the insurance company offered a financial settlement to avoid court hearings. He was offered compensation for loss of earnings and legal costs for the year he could not work.

Once his legs and feet were no longer immobilised he could lie in bed with Trish on top and gently fuck her. She continued to wash and bathe him with his arms in a waterproof bag.

"What does it feel like now I can push my cock in and out?" She beamed a reply.

"You are so exciting I adore you rubbing that big hard head along my clit. Orgasm every time! "

Bob loved her warm feminine sex. She sat gaping open and dripping on his face and chin as he licked her and sucked her clit. She lost control every time and this became more exciting than the huge cock.

In time he would slip inside her into a female condom and they would sleep until he was fully hard again and gently fucked her to orgasm.

Then in a wheelchair he would return slowly to work and rehab until he had functional hands. He was in pain and really could not hold his cock to pee or wank. Trish was there night and morning to wank him or fuck him. She had promised to do this for him. Her reward was weekends of him eating her and fucking her.

Both were happy with their secret relationship.