Wash, Dress, & Undress My Mom
Forty-eight-year-old, mother burned her hands, and 24-year-old son must care for her.
"Oh, my God! Oh, my God! Ow! Ow," yelled Vanessa! "Jack! Jack!"
Usually coolly detached, my mother seldom screamed like that. She scared me. I could tell that she was either really scared or in horrific pain. Then, when I heard her scream, ow, ow, I knew that she was in pain.
As soon as I heard her yelling and screaming, I came running. I figured that she saw and/or was bitten by a spider. She hates spiders and has a big fear of them. With it raining all week, and the temperatures getting warmer, this was the season for spiders after all.
Even though we have an exterminator who sprays outside of our house twice a year, somehow, spiders always managed to enter our house on packages that we ordered and that were delivered. I could only imagine how insect infected that delivery trucks are. Just in case it was a spider that made her scream, I grabbed the spider spray on the way to the kitchen.
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"Mom! Mom! What's wrong," I asked while calling out to her?
She was in the kitchen with her hands under cold, running water.
"I burnt my hands picking up that cast iron pot without using a potholder. A stupid thing for me to do, I forgot that I had put it on the stove to boil water. I just wanted to move it to a different burner," she said in obvious pain. "I don't know what I was thinking. I instinctively reached for the pot before reaching for potholders," she said looking as if she was about to cry.
She showed me her hands and I was shocked when I saw them. Her hands were burnt from her palms down to her fingertips. Yet, better that she had burns inside of her hands than on the other side. The skin on top of her hands is far more sensitive to burns than were her palms. We're all accustomed to touching hot things with our hands.
"Do you want me to drive you to the emergency room?"
With her in obvious pain, she shook her head, no.
"No, with them treating more serious injuries like heart attacks, falls, gunshot, car accidents, and stabbing wounds, we'll be there for hours. Get some petroleum jelly in the closet and some bandages," she said. "I'm glad that I just bought bandages because you'll need to change the bandages a few times a day to prevent infection."
It was a good thing that my mother worked as a registered nurse before she quit her job when my father died. Fearing that she'd fall victim to COVID as did so many of her fellow nurses and doctors, she left her job in nursing to be a stay at home mom. After my father died from COVID, he left her a large life insurance policy. Unless she wanted to return to work as a nurse, she'd never have to work again.
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Obediently obeying her, I returned to the kitchen with petroleum jelly and bandages. Carefully, with my mother wincing in pain, and her instructing me what to do, I applied petroleum jelly to her hands before wrapping them in bandages. As if I was her nurse, she told me how to wrap her hands. When I was done wrapping her hands, her hands looked like the hands of a Mummy or the wrapped hands of a boxer before putting on boxing gloves.
With my mother a morally modest woman, something that most nurses aren't, suddenly, she looked at me with embarrassment and shame. Many nurses have lost their modesty and their sexual inhibitions after having seen so many naked people. In the way of trained physicians, nudity no longer meant anything to them. When working 12-hour shifts in a hospital, nudity and illnesses, facts of life, go hand and hand.
Aware more than me, she was well aware of the nursing care that she now needed, and that I needed to provide her. Seemingly, she was already embarrassed by the thoughts of her being dependent on me for my help with undressing her, bathing her, and dressing her. No doubt, she dreaded what was to come. I'd definitely be seeing her in her bra and panties, topless, and naked.
The thoughts of undressing my mother, bathing my mother, and dressing my mother filled my horny brain with sexual anticipation. With her hands wrapped and with her unable to do anything for herself, I'd be removing her nightgown. I'd be seeing her naked. I'd be wiping her after she used the toilet. I'd be bathing her and dressing her, too.
'Having never seen much more than the top of her bra and her long, sexy line of cleavage, I'd be seeing all of her now,' I thought. 'I'll be seeing my mother in her bra and panties. I'll be seeing her topless. I'll be seeing her naked. Wow,' I thought!
# # #
"I'm sorry to put this all on you but you're going to have to help me," she said looking up at me with shame. "Because of the long hours that I worked, I sacrificed continuing the relationships with my friends for my job. I don't have anyone else to ask," she said looking as if she was going to cry again. "There's no one else for me to call," she said putting her head down in sadness and loneliness.
Careful not to bump her bandaged hands, I walked up to her and hugged her. I've never hugged her when she wasn't wearing a robe. When hugging her in her sheer nightgown, suddenly sexually excited, I felt as if I was hugging her naked body.
Her shapely, nightgown clad body felt so sexually exciting next to my pajama clad body. I didn't want to stop hugging her. She felt so good in my arms.
I was tempted to reach down and touch, feel, and squeeze her shapely nightgown clad ass. I was tempted to reach in front of her and feel her big, naked breasts through her sheer and sexy, low-cut nightgown. I couldn't wait to remove my mother's nightgown to see her naked.
With my mother's big breasts squished against my muscular chest and my pelvis pressed against her pelvis, immediately, my pajama, clad cock throbbed and pulsated. Embarrassed that my mother had sexually excited me, I was beginning to get an erection. Yet, with me filled with testosterone and with me always horny and sexually frustrated, I always had erections.
I quickly took a step back for her not to notice my obvious erection. I lowered my hands in front of my growing cock that suddenly tented my pajama bottoms. Without even having to touch it, just the imagined thought of seeing my mother in her bra and panties, topless, and/or naked made me hard.
"Don't worry, Mom. I'm here for you. I'll do anything you need to help you. Just ask," I said.
# # #
She stepped back away from me to watch my sexual reaction to what she was about to ask me to do. Then, she looked down at my hands covering my pajama bottoms. No doubt, in the way that she stared at my erection tenting my pajama bottoms, she must have felt my growing erection throbbing and pulsating against her.
Then, she looked down at herself before looking up at me again while I looked down at her again. With her nightgown practically transparent, especially in the morning light, clearly, she saw as much of her nearly, naked body as I saw of her nearly, naked body. Obviously, with her nightgown so sheerly revealing, she knew that I was seeing her in the bright light of the kitchen as if she was naked.
With her alone in the kitchen cooking and cleaning, and with me up in my room, she wore a short, sheer, and low-cut nightgown without her having her usual modesty of wearing a robe over it. When she stood in the morning light from the kitchen window, I could clearly see her shapely body through her nightgown as if she was naked. Never had I seen as much of my mother's nearly, naked body as I was seeing now.
Now, with me helping to undress, wash, and dress her, I'll be seeing much more of my mother's beautiful body. Unaccustomed to seeing as much of my mother's nearly, naked body, unable to help myself from ogling her, instead of looking away, I stared. While imagining seeing her in her bra and panties, topless, and/or naked, I couldn't help but stare. I couldn't stop ogling my mother's shapely and sexy body.
I couldn't wait to remove her nightgown. I couldn't wait to see my mother naked. I couldn't wait to wash her. I couldn't wait to touch and feel her naked body where a son should never touch and feel his mother. I couldn't wait to dress her. I couldn't wait to help her put on her panties, her bra, her blouse, and her jeans. I was beside my sex with sexual anticipation.
# # #
She had a great body for a 48-year-old woman. Something that she was embarrassed telling me, every doctor she had ever worked with had made an inappropriate, sexual pass at her. A very, sexually, desirable woman, with her black, shoulder length hair, dark brown, beautiful eyes, D cup breasts, and shapely ass, she looked ten-years younger than her age. Normally, nurses don't look as sexually appealing in their oversized, blue scrubs but with my mother buying her scrubs a sized smaller, she looked sexy.
Moreover, many nurses are overweight. Because of their long hours, grabbing their meals from a vendor machine, or takeout and, while raising their children, not having the time to exercise, few nurses had the beautiful body that my mother had. From all of the exercise and dieting my mother did, she was physically fit, too.
With her not spending her time sunbathing, her diet and exercise regimen was the reason why she looked so much younger than her age. She had beautiful and healthy looking skin. Barely a wrinkle, she took care not to overexpose herself beneath the sun's harmful rays. She took a lesson from supermodel, Christie Brinkley, whose mother was a dermatologist.
All of my friends commented on how beautiful my mother was. They told me how sexually attracted they were to her. In the way that their mothers were short, ugly, and fat, my mother was tall, beautiful, and shapely. Having masturbated over imagining my mother naked and having incestuous sex with me, especially now that she told me that I'd be helping her undress, wash, and dress, I was sexually attracted to her, too.
Then, not expecting her to say what she said, yet, figuring as much, nonetheless, she surprised me as much as she sexually excited me with what she said next. Totally stunned, my horny imagination went wild with sexual lust. Even though I've masturbated over my mother numerous times while imagining her naked and having sex with me, I've never been as sexually attracted to my mother as I was now.
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"I need your help," she said biting her lip.
'It's official,' I thought. 'My mother had asked for my help in, no doubt, undressing her, washing her, and dressing her. Wow,' I thought!
She stared at me while watching my reaction to what she was about to say. She held her bandaged hands up in front of her as if she was a surgeon waiting for a nurse to put on his gloves. Fortunately for me but unfortunately for her, she was totally helpless to do anything for herself with her bandaged hands. Then, she said the magic, sexual words that I had been waiting to hear.
"I need you to undress me, bathe me, and dress me," she said while obviously embarrassed and no longer making eye contact with me. "Fortunately, I took a shower last night, so you won't have to bathe me this morning. Yet, I still need your help in removing my nightgown and putting on my clothes." She looked up at me with embarrassment and shame. "Do you think that you could help me with that?"
Her words echoed through my horny brain.
