After breaking both his arms in a motorcycle accident, a 19-year-old has to rely on his mother to help him with daily tasks, including washing and going to the bathroom, but he gets some extras along the way.
I always remembered my father talking about motorcycles with the family in the front room of the house one day, discussing how the great Barry Sheen was a rare breed after he got off his bike and broke his legs, and that it was a death trap.
“Dangerous if you ask me,” Dad said, “if you get off one of them, you’ve got no metal between you and the road, unlike in a car.”
Watching the report on Bazza being transported in the back of the ambulance continued,
“And it’s even worse for the person on the back!”
“Why?” I asked, puzzled.
“Because they’re always in second position, that’s why passengers are always more injured than the driver. If anyone, even one of your friends, ever asks you to ride on the back of their bike, you’re safer that way!”
Of course, being only 19, I completely ignored what he said. What does Dad know, damn it? That was the case when one Tuesday evening in the summer, after school, my friend Paul and his brother were riding around on their bikes, or, as the locals called us, the “chicken hunters.”
“Do you want to ride on Mat?” Arthur said his brother got off the back after being scared out of his wits on the ride.
“I kissed Arthur bravely, I wasn’t scared when I took Paul’s helmet off and put it on my head for protection. Sitting in the back,
Arthur revved the engine over and over, which made me snicker as I put my arms around his head, waiting for the g-force that was sure to hit me the moment he took off. “Hold on tight, okay!”
Arthur yelled as we took off like our butts were on fire across the vacant lot, my vision blurring with trees, debris, and greenery flying by at breakneck speed.
That’s all I remember until I woke up in the hospital with a broken shoulder and both arms broken and placed in a boxer’s position. The shouting outside the room made me realize that it wasn’t just me flying through the air, but also my parents and sisters, who began to lay blame. Who was to blame, why wasn’t the bike legal, etc. To be honest, it was hard to blame Arthur because he didn’t force me to ride the bike; I did it of my own free will. As he began to calm down, Mom entered the room and gave me an earful about how stupid I had been and how I had nearly been killed.
After Mom calmed down, the rest of the family came into the room and explained what had happened. It seems that Arthur and I both fell down a hill on the vacant lot and he sprained his ankle, but as my dad had told me earlier, it was only wearing a helmet that prevented me from getting more seriously injured. She then continued,
“Jesus Mat! What were you thinking? You know this has ruined your schooling for the next six weeks because you can’t write or even go to school.” “Soz Mom!” I replied in agony from my fractures while my sisters giggled.
“The staff said they’d keep you in case you had a concussion.”
“Are you going to stop me hanging out with Paul because of this?” I asked, knowing that Mom was upset about what had happened.
“Of course not, let’s be honest, it wouldn’t make much difference anyway, you’d still hang out with him.”
“ Mom took a deep breath and finished by saying, ”I just want you to be a little more careful, that’s all.”
With that, they left the room, leaving me to think about what had happened and how I was going to cope with having both arms immobilized. Dad then brought some relief to the proceedings when he came out of the room and started giving me shit about the day’s events and even started yelling like Japanese kamikaze pilots used to do during World War II, laughing loudly as he left the room to go home with Mom and Diane and Claire.
BONZZZAAAAIII!!!!!!!!
After waking up the next day and having breakfast with the help of a nurse, a woman of about 45 who looked stern, I learned that the doctor was going to examine me to see if I was well enough to go home. Since I hadn’t gone to the bathroom since the day before, I told her I needed to go, and she helped me out of bed, pulled down my underwear, and let me sit at a table with a cardboard urinal placed on it. After a bit of a struggle as I rocked my hips from side to side, I managed to get my penis in at the end.
I stood there with my boxers around my ankles and buttocks, in full view of everyone, and it took me ages to relax, knowing that the nurse was watching me from somewhere behind me.
“Sorry about this, son, I have to stay with you in case you fall and hurt yourself.”
Finally, after staring at the blank wall for a few minutes, I managed to empty myself, filling the box to the brim. Having an empty bladder wasn’t my only relief, because I knew all too well that Mom was on her way, and it would have been almost unbearable for me to let Mom see me like that.
Mom was already there at 8 o’clock when he arrived, and after a quick check, I was given the green light to leave. Mom then took a pair of pajamas and a bathrobe from a gym bag she had with her and said
“I bought these and three other pairs that I left for you at home. It’ll be easier than trying to get in and out of your jeans and T-shirts all the time,” and then she showed me the pair she had with her. “Now! We’re going to get you dressed so we can go home.”
Mom then dressed me in the clothes she had brought me. Luckily for me, I still had my boxer shorts from the day before, allowing me to maintain my modesty.
Mom escorted me to the car and helped me get in, then buckled me in for the 10-minute drive home. As she started the engine, Mom said
“When we get home, I need to have a serious talk with you about how we’re going to manage when your arms are broken and you’ll have to rely on me for help for the next few weeks.”
“Okay!” I replied, not really understanding the ramifications of what she had said. ” What about school?“ I asked.
”Don’t worry! Everything has been arranged and they know everything. They’re going to send materials to the house every week so I can teach you a little bit so you don’t fall too far behind in school.”
Before I continue, let me tell you a little bit about myself and my family. As you already know, my name is Mathieu, or Mat to everyone else. I’m the youngest of three children, and the rest of my family lived in a three-bedroom house. At the time of the accident, my sister Diane was 25 and Claire was 24. My father, John, worked at a local engineering firm, and finally, my mother, Hélène.
Mom and Dad are both tall, Dad is 6’3“ and Mom is 5’11”, so it’s no surprise that at the age of 13, when the accident happened, I was already 6’3″ tall. Mom had a gorgeous hourglass figure with a size 16 dress size, sexy curved hips, and large breasts, which, as you will read later, I later discovered to be a double D cup. Because of her large breasts, Mom always wore loose-fitting shirts and sweaters to hide them. Her hair was blonde and wavy to her shoulders, and although she had three children and was 37 years old, she didn’t look it. My dad was surely a lucky man to be married to her. I’m sure that’s why I’ve always liked blondes. In fact, my friends were all jealous and called her “delicious mom.”
We parked in the driveway and Mom helped me out of the car and into the house, down the hallway and into the front room. The whole time, Mom was overprotective, keeping her hands on my hips for fear that I would stumble or fall. Once seated, I was finally able to relax while Mom rushed to the kitchen to make tea. After a while, Mom came back and put the two cups of tea on the floor next to the sofa where I was sitting, then sat down next to me, her body and knees turned toward me so we could talk. That’s when I got a nervous feeling that made my heart beat faster than the conversation Mom had with me in the car. After helping me take a sip of tea, Mom got down to business.
“Listen, Mat, we need to talk about what we’re going to do with you.” I listened carefully to what Mom had to say.
“The fact that both your arms are in casts means that there are things you clearly can’t do for yourself, like going to the bathroom and taking a shower, which means I’m going to have to go in with you to help you wash.” I was stunned when Mom went on to explain how she was going to help me shower.
“Don’t be offended when I undress in front of you, okay? But this is the only way to do it, apart from me and you guys taking baths with me before when you were kids, so it’s not like you’ve never done this before.”
I was scared when I realized that Mom would have to see me naked. Mom hadn’t seen me in my birthday suit since I was about 5 years old, and especially not since puberty, and now to top it all off, I was expected to shower completely naked, exposing myself to my own mother while she put her hands all over me when she was naked.
“Now, as for being naked in front of me, I don’t want you to be stressed because, believe me, I’ve seen it all before. I know it will be embarrassing for you to help me take a shower, but I’m afraid there’s nothing we can do about it. There’s no other solution.” “Terror began to take hold of me as Mom continued.
”When I help you take a shower, you know I’m going to have to touch you between your legs, right?” I recognized her, unable to speak. “And when I do, I’ll have to touch the tip of your penis, especially when I have to clean under your foreskin!” After taking a deep breath, I said
“Yes, Mom!”
Mom then put one of her hands on my face and placed her palm on my cheek to comfort me.
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“I’m not naive, and I know what will happen when I do that, especially when I’m naked, so don’t get upset and don’t feel like you’re doing something wrong when you get a hard-on in front of me. At the end of the day, it’s just one of those things and a normal reaction of your body, and I won’t be offended at all. “So when we shower together, I want you to relax and not be embarrassed, upset, or ashamed, okay?”
I felt stunned by how casually Mom talked about this subject and by Mom’s language regarding saying the words “dick” and “hard” about me, but I slowly felt more comfortable with Mom’s words of encouragement. I nodded in response, then Mom, trying to break the tension in the air, giggled loudly as she tapped my knee with her finger and said,
“Besides, if you feel uncomfortable being naked in front of me, remember what happened to me when you were 11. To say I was mortified would be an understatement.” Mom smiled at me and said, “Let’s just say it will make us even in the naked stakes!”
Mom was right, I had seen her naked before. About three years earlier, I went downstairs one school night after waking up and walked into the front room to find my dad watching TV in front of the fireplace. After doing a double take, Dad said
“What brings you here? Can’t sleep?”
After nodding my head in agreement, Dad told me to relax and make myself a drink. I then sat down on Dad’s chair, which was just behind the door, while I watched the last half of a movie. After finishing the last of his cigarette, Dad said
“I’m glad you’re here to be honest, it means I can go to bed without waiting for her, you couldn’t do me a favor, huh?”
“What is it?” I asked.
“Leave it until 11:45 and knock on the bathroom door to wake your mom up. You know what she does to sleep in the bathtub.”
Dad was right, Mom was terrible when she took a bath. She used to get hot and red and then fall asleep, despite a shower being installed a few years earlier. If Dad didn’t wake her up, she would be in their bed all night.
I replied, “Yes, Dad,” when Dad left the room and went to bed.
As I said earlier, we lived in a three-bedroom house that had a bathroom on the ground floor with a toilet, so if someone took a bath, you had to wait until they had finished using the toilet. As I continued to watch TV and the time approached when Dad had asked me to wake up, I heard the sound of water and the plug being pulled in the bathroom, as Mom had surprisingly woken up. Sorted! I figured I didn’t need to wake Mom up. After much fumbling around, I heard the bathroom door open and the light switch turn off, then the sound of Mom walking toward the front bedroom door.
What happened next put me in a state of panic but at the same time excitement. Dad’s chair, which I was sitting on, was just behind the door, and when Mom came in, it opened from left to right and hid most of it from her view, and so the blurry outline in the corner of her eye that she saw mistook me for Dad. That’s when my jaw dropped in amazement as my mother walked into the room completely naked in front of me, except for holding a few medium-sized towels in her left hand and still blissfully unaware of the spectacle she was making me close the door with her right hand without even looking behind her.
Still unaware that I could see everything, Mom approached the fireplace and, with her back to me, bent over and placed one of the towels on the floor to step on, then bent over to dry herself with the other. Fear struck me as I began to panic a little, realizing that Mom had mistaken me for Dad. What do I do, say something or let events unfold, and not only that, will Mom blame me for this or for not saying anything? It wasn’t good, fear overcame my urge to say something, so I had to sit there while Mom continued to expose her most intimate parts of her anatomy to me.
I looked at myself with a mixture of respect and nervousness as Mom continued to lean forward to dry her feet, then her calves, and as she slightly raised her thighs. As she did this, I oggled her pussy, which was clearly visible, her clam shell, her pussy lips, which made my cock hard. Even though it was my own mother, I didn’t care, it was the most sexist and erotic thing I had ever experienced. Although I couldn’t see her pubic hair clearly, I knew she had a very hairy pussy because as she moved up and down while drying herself, her mound kept appearing between her thighs. Not only were her huge breasts falling down and swaying back and forth due to her drying action, but I could just see the sides of them despite most of their mass being hidden behind Mom’s upper body.
She then stood up straight and, with her back to me, began drying herself in front, allowing me to admire Mom’s ass, which was magnificent. Round and curvy, without the slightest trace of fat or stretch marks, I tried hard to resist the urge to touch them, but I won the battle with pleasure, not too much.
After drying her front, she bent forward again and put her towel over her head, covering her face and letting the towel hang down on either side of her head. As she began rubbing her head to dry her hair, Mom turned to face me, giving me an uninterrupted view of her feminine silhouette. Once again, terror overwhelmed me as I waited for Mom to realize that I wasn’t Dad, but once again, she didn’t. This respite allowed me to form more opinions about Mom’s sexuality. I was right about Mom having a very hairy pussy. Although mostly hidden by Mom’s breasts, which fell when she bent over, I could see that her bush was extremely thick and, of course, black, and that her hair protruded at least 5 cm from her pubis and covered a fairly large area. Because of this, Mom’s thighs and curvy hips stood out, causing me discomfort between my legs, as my muscles were full and pressed against my boxers.
As she rubbed the towel on her head in the bent-over position, her breasts swayed in front of me again, giving me a clear view of them. It was an impressive sight when I took it all in, and I understood why Mom always wore loose-fitting clothes. Mom blessed her huge areolas, at least 8 cm in diameter, and pulled her big nipples into a point like a volcano. I was delirious at that moment and didn’t want Mom’s show to end, but it quickly ended as Mom, still leaning forward, began to wrap the towel around her head like a turban and then began to stand up straight, still completely naked in front of me, with nothing to cover her.
It couldn’t have lasted more than two seconds, but it felt like a lifetime as I waited for Mom’s inevitable insults, as she took a breath to stop leaning forward so dizzyingly for so long, then lowered her head to see what she thought was Dad. Both my heart and my mother’s skipped a beat and our stomachs turned as my mother’s and my eyes closed.
“Ooohhhh! . . . Shit! . . . Mat! . . . Shit! . . . Shit,” Mom squealed as she fell to her knees, trying in vain to cover her pussy with one hand and her breasts with one arm.
“Uh! . . . Erm! . . . What are you doing here? . . . I!
… I! … Erm! … I thought you were your father,“ Mom said, stumbling over her words after being shocked and realizing that I had seen everything.
”Soz Mom, I wanted to say something but… but!” Mom interrupted me.
“It’s not your fault I shouldn’t be walking around like this, don’t worry, you didn’t do anything wrong!”
Mom got up, still trying to cover herself, then stepped off the sponge.
“Mat!, why don’t you pick up that towel and help me wrap it around me?”
I did as Mom asked, even politely looking away as Mom walked into the open towel.
Mom then went to the kitchen to make herself a cup of tea while she calmed down. A little later, she came back with her tea and apologized again.
“Sorry about that, Mat. Like I said, it was my fault. The thing is, I don’t want you to worry about what happened,” exclaimed Mom, who continued to worry about causing me mental damage, even though she didn’t know that for me it was actually a wonderful experience. After apologizing, Mom relaxed as she finished her tea, then went to bed. A few minutes later, I heard Dad laughing hysterically as Mom told him what had happened.
As I sat next to Mom, she helped me drink some more tea, then got up and turned on the TV to entertain me while she did her housework. As I awkwardly changed channels with my fingertips using the remote control on my lap, I thought about what Mom had said. I then realized how lucky I was to find myself in such a situation. Of course! I would be naked in front of Mom, and it would be embarrassing, but after a while, I would get used to it. It was the fact that Mom would have to touch me every day in the shower, and not just that she would be completely overwhelmed by doing so.
I smiled when I realized that this was, for all intents and purposes, a teenager’s greatest fantasy. The times when I and the rest of my schoolmates had talked about how we all tried, with varying degrees of success, to “jerk off the danger” in front of our mothers and even get them to catch us when we ejaculated. If my friends knew, they would be jealous. My cock then started to stiffen at the thought of this when I heard Mom purring in the kitchen.
Within a few hours, I needed to go to the bathroom and called out to my mom, who was in the front room with me watching TV.
“Mom, I need to use the bathroom!” I said when Mom turned around and got up from her chair.
“Okay, let me just get you up and we can go.”
As she lifted me off the couch, Mom stood behind me and put her hands on my hips, because she was being overprotective again, nervous that I might fall as I slowly made my way through the door, down the hallway, and after pushing the half-open bathroom door with my knee, we entered the bedroom and went to the urinal and stopped.
“Okay! Like I said earlier, don’t be embarrassed to expose yourself to me, I’ve seen it all before, okay?”
“Okay, Mom.”
I responded to Mom’s reassuring words that I would let her take care of her business. After bending over me and lifting the tank seat, Mom put her fingers inside the elastic waistband of my buttocks and pulled them off with a simple squeeze. As they slid down my waist, the tension eased, allowing them to fall to my ankles on their own. I then took a deep breath as Mom moved on to my boxer shorts and again put her fingers inside and did the same as before, again the boxers falling of their own accord after passing my waist. The cold air from the bathroom hit my exposed butt cheeks and thighs as I squeezed my thighs together as modesty struck me knowing that Mom could see everything if she wanted to as well.
Putting her right hand back on my bare hip with her palm completely open, she then used her left hand to hold my shirt so it wouldn’t hang down and get wet, then put her hand back on my left hip. Although she was only touching my hips, I felt a little erotic as I tried to relax so I could relieve myself.
Smiling, Mom said, “That’s a sight I haven’t seen in a few years,” then jokingly spanked me twice on my right butt cheek, gently with her hand, then put it back on my hip.
“Don’t rush, we have all the time we need, okay? Relax and you’ll go,” Mom reassured me as she waited patiently behind me. A few minutes later, the sound of trickling water echoed through the room as I finally relaxed enough to go. Mom stepped forward and put her head next to mine, then she spoke.
“By the way, about your showers, we’ll have to take them in the afternoon because after that I’ll be busy making tea before your dad gets home, and I’d rather have a quiet evening than mess around with that, is that okay with you?”
I replied, “Yes, Mom,” even though I had no choice in the matter.
Finally, as I finished, I tried to shake myself off by moving my hips quickly from side to side, which made Mom cringe. Knowing full well what I was trying to do, Mom said
“Get ready… and don’t worry… . . I’ll do it for you.”
I took another deep breath as I prepared for Mom’s touch. With her left hand, Mom grabbed me halfway down the shaft of my cock, which she then bent over, and with her right hand, she grabbed some toilet paper from the roll that was on the wall next to me. After doing that, she quickly wiped the end.
I moaned “aaahhhh! … aaahhhh! … . aaahhhh!” as Mom dried my cock with the toilet paper, making me clench and shiver and my legs twist slightly.
Within seconds, it was all over, and Mom let go of her new toy as I tried to catch my breath.
“See, that wasn’t so bad, was it?” and she started laughing to herself. “Let’s be realistic, it’s been a few years since I’ve done that to a guy!”
That’s when I blushed at Mom’s insinuation as I waited for my dick to soften, which took a few minutes. As Mom nursed me back to health, I thought that even though I hadn’t cum, if it was something to do in the meantime, the next 6 weeks were going to be enjoyable. What I didn’t know at the time was just how enjoyable.
Sitting in the entryway, I counted down the time until I had to take a shower, trying to keep myself busy with things to do and watch on TV despite the time dragging on and suffering from a case of blue balls. I even managed to make another trip to the bathroom a few hours later to take a piss, which Mom was only too happy to oblige, going through the same routine as before.
Mom made me another cup of tea, and with the time approaching 2:00, she then went up to the stores to buy supplies for evening tea because she hadn’t been able to go shopping with all the commotion surrounding my accident. My balls were squirming and hurting as I eagerly awaited my next shower, in the evening, feeling a few drops of pre-cum enter my cock.
Half an hour later, Mom returned to the entryway and walked to the kitchen with her grocery bag and got to work. As I listened to her movements as she put away the contents of the bag and prepared to drink, my stomach began to churn with excitement knowing that sooner or later I would be with Mom, naked in the shower together and able to ogle Mom’s naked body again.
Suddenly, Mom came through the middle door that separated the kitchen from the front room and said,
“Well, it’s time to move on… are you ready?”
“Yes, Mom.”
I replied, trying to hide my joy at what might happen to me in the next half hour or so. Once again, Mom helped me up and put her hands on my hips, and together we walked into the bathroom, my heart beating a mile a minute.
“As I said before, Mat, relax and don’t be ashamed to be naked in front of each other. I won’t be the last woman you’ll be naked in front of, and I won’t be the last woman you’ll see naked. You’ll see much worse when you’re married, okay?”
Mom then guided me to the center of the bathroom where, while she was behind me, she pulled my butt and boxers down in one go, then had me lift each leg at a time while she bent down and removed the items from my feet, her face catching just one of my butt cheeks as she was a little too close.
After completing this task, she carefully removed my top and dropped it on the floor, leaving me naked in front of her. I squeezed my thighs together, as if I could hide my penis and pubic hair while she did this, unable to recover from my embarrassment when Mom shouted, “Woooooooh!”
to embarrass me for being exposed. Mom then moved to the front of me and looked at my crotch to push it down. Smiling as she did so and noticing the comfort my mother gave me, she said,
“I’m sorry, my love, I’m just like all other mothers, I’m just thrilled to see my little boy becoming a man, that’s all.”
Mom started undressing, saying,
“I guess it’s my turn then!”
as she did so. First, Mom took off her shirt, unbuttoning it one by one in quick succession, exposing her bra, then her belly button when the shirt opened. With one quick motion, it slid down her arms and onto the floor, allowing me to see her bra, which was white but thin enough that I could see her nipples and areolas underneath. Then it was the turn of her jeans, which she first unbuttoned and then lowered to allow me to look at her thighs, which, as before, were as sexy as hell. Her panties were also white and again very thin, allowing the darkness of her thick pubic hair to show through her crotch area and fly away.
Mom smiled constantly as she noticed that I had started to get a hard-on because of the show she was giving me. Taking her legs out to remove her jeans, one leg at a time, she then placed them on the toilet, putting the lid down so she could wear them later. Then it was time for her underwear. Mom leaned forward and put her hands behind her back to unhook her bra. As she did so, her breasts swayed beneath her lack of support, giving me a great view of her cleavage and her nipples, which were starting to harden from the slightly cool air in the bathroom.
Standing there and seeing that I was taking it all in, Mom asked me if I was okay.
“Yes, Mom… um! … erm! Can I ask you something?”
“Of course you can, dear, what is it?”
I asked her sheepishly, nodding toward her breasts, knowing full well that this is not usually a polite question to ask your mother.
“Um… what size are they?”
Mom then looked at her ample breasts and cupped them with both hands, shaking them playfully.
“Oh, that? … Um, they’re a double E cup. Why? Do you like them?”
I nodded in response when Mom lowered her hands to her sides, then pulled down her panties and showed me her pussy. My cock became rock hard as I looked again at Mom’s feminine figure as before, her curved hips, her magnificent breasts, and her thighs that showed her camel toe and raven hair on her pubis. My God! I thought to myself that Mom was absolutely gorgeous as I began to fantasize about her.
Just as Mom finished undressing and was about to take a bath, she shouted
“Damn it!”
“What, Mom?”
I replied, knowing something was wrong.
“I didn’t wrap your arms. The cast will be ruined if I don’t cover your arms.”
With that, Mom trotted to the door and walked naked through the hallway, across the front room, and into the kitchen, leaving me standing there naked as I watched Mom make her trips.
A few moments later, she returned with some carrier bags and tape.
“This is what I’ll have to do for now,”
when Mom came back into the bathroom and stood in front of me. So I stood there, without moving an inch, as Mom covered my arms and hands with the bags and taped the ends to my upper arms. Noticing that my body and her own were less than a foot apart and my tough girl a few inches from her crotch, my mother said jokingly.
“Then she smiled, revelling in the fact that she still had that effect on me.
After finishing, this mother then headed for the bath and motioned for me to come. Grabbing my hips, she asked me to put one leg in the bath, which I did. Mom then let go of me as she stepped fully into the bath and put her palms back on my hips as she again instructed me to step into the bath with my other foot. As we were practically standing against each other due to the limited space, Mom asked me to turn to the right and face the shower head, then she used her right hand to close the shower door on the edge of the tub, which moved along the rail. With the door and shield along the entire length of the tub, Mom could now help me shower knowing there would be no water on the floor.
She helped me move to the end of the tub where Mom gave me instructions again.
“Mat, for God’s sake, don’t start dragging your feet when the water rushes in, because we have no grip on that side, I don’t want us to tip over, okay?” “
She was right, as the end of the bathtub plug was at the same end as the window, forcing the plumber to put the shower at the other end. That’s why it was quite tricky to stand there, even alone, when the shower was pulling you away, even with the help of a shower mat. When I didn’t respond, Mom gently slapped me once on the butt to get my attention.
“Are you listening, Mat?”
I then nodded when Mom’s right arm reached over and turned on the shower, her body rubbing against mine as she did so.
We both gasped as we tried to catch our breath when the cold water hit us.
“Jesus! That’s cold!”
Mom yelled as we waited for the water to warm up. We stood there like scared rabbits cheering for the hot water to appear, which it did in a few moments. As the steam rose, Mom lent me money again, took the shower head off its hook, and started soaking me all over, including my hair. Making sure I was completely soaked, Mom replaced the hose and let it run, then took some shower gel from the shelf, once again pressing her body against mine.
She scrubbed my hair vigorously with gel squirted into her hands, and I stood there enjoying every minute of it. Then, with my hair still covered in lather, she took some more gel and put it in her hands, turning it into foam, then rubbed it all over my back. After soaping my back, she lent me the back of my legs, one at a time, from thigh to calf, then rubbed foam all over my butt cheeks, then with her right hand, she put it between my legs, washing my anal area and the back behind my balls, making me tremble slightly from her touch.
With her back turned, Mom, her palms on her hips, made me turn 180 degrees to face her. Avoiding my boxer, Mom put gel in her hands again and started rubbing it all over my chest, the foam running down to my crotch. Putting a little more gel in her hands, Mom said,
“Don’t move while I wash your legs.”
She then started laughing at my persistence, leaning down.
“I don’t want you to gouge one of my eyes out.”
Mom then washed my legs, ignoring the fact that her shoulders kept touching my cock while she did so.
When she was done, Mom stood up and looked at my crotch and said to me.
“You know what I have to do, don’t you?”
I took a deep breath and braced myself because I knew what to expect as my mother, still with a little gel in her hands, prepared to clean my cage and cock. Mom then gently rubbed the gel between my thighs and underneath me, all over my ballsack, making me moan slightly. Once that was done, she then rubbed foam all over my body while I reacted to her touch, Mom telling me that everything was okay, trying to put me at ease.
I then watched Mom’s two hands move to the end, and with her left hand, she grabbed the shaft halfway down. Her right hand then grabbed my tip and rolled back the foreskin. Incredible sensations ran down my spine as Mom shook my legs and made them tremble.
body to squeeze.
“Aaahhhh! . . . aaahhhh! . . . aaahhhh!”
I moaned continuously as Mom went to clean my glans. Within seconds, Mom had finished the operation and removed her hands to allow me to catch my breath.
“Okay! We’re going to wash you, then,” Mom said, placing her palms on my hips and guiding me back to face the shower.
“You did so well, Mat. I know you’re sensitive down there, but I can’t do anything else. I have to clean you,” Mom apologized slightly for giving me blue balls.
She then turned me around again and took the shower head from its hook and washed all the soap residue from my body, my skin turning a pinkish hue from the heat of the water. When that was done, Mom put the shower head back in its place with the water still running.
What happened next was surprising, to say the least. Putting her hands back on my hips, Mom moved closer to me, her hairy pussy coming into contact with the top of my butt cheeks, tickling me as she did so. Not only did Mom’s tits press into my back just below my shoulder blades, but her nipples dug into my breasts from her proximity. Mom put her head next to mine, cheek to cheek, and looked in front of me. Although her view was somewhat obstructed by my plastered arms, my mother could still see my erect cock standing at attention.
“Are you starting to get blue balls?”
“I replied, ”Yes, Mom, I can’t help it, especially since you have to touch me.”
Mom kissed me on the cheek, sorry she had caused this. Standing there for a few moments, Mom put her right hand fingers to her mouth in a clumsy thought.
“Do you trust me, Mat?” Mom said seriously.
“Yes, Mom, why?”
After a few seconds of thought, Mom took a deep breath and calmed down as she had said she would.
“Well, Mat, that’s how it is.
I’m going to have to shower you like this for the next six weeks, and every time I do, you’re going to end up with blue balls, and it’s not very fair to leave you like that, is it? Because you can’t relieve yourself, can you?“
I said, ”It’s okay, Mom, I’ll manage.” I noticed how worried Mom was.
Mom hugged me and said,
“Listen, Mat, why don’t I do it for you?” Mom stumbled over her words because she was ashamed of what she had offered to do for me.
“What do you mean, Mom?” I asked Mom if I had heard her correctly.
“You know… why don’t I jerk you off? Don’t get me wrong, Mat, this isn’t something a mother should do to her own son, is it? And when your cast comes off, I’ll stop right away, but I can do it as long as you’re unable to, as long as you promise not to tell anyone.”
I was completely gobsmacked by Mom’s candor and offer.
“Are you sure, Mom?” I replied that I couldn’t believe my luck.
“Yes, Mat, don’t let anyone find out, or I’ll be sent to hell.”
Accepting Mom’s offer, Mom turned off the shower, then turned me around and led me higher up, to the other end of the bathtub, where the shower door was open. Keeping her hands on me, she sat on the edge of the tub, her legs inside, nervous that I might fall.
“Straddle Mat, you can look at my pussy and my breasts, it’ll help you that way.”
I did as I was told, Mom keeping her legs and knees down as I straddled her, she put her hands on my ass cheeks and maneuvered me up to a foot away from her body, allowing me to look at her butt or her breasts while my casts slid easily around Mom’s upper body, my free fingers almost able to touch her naked body. She then lifted her thighs up as her sensual skin on them met mine on the underside of my legs, sending wonderful feelings through me as our skin connected.
Mom then opened my thighs wider, which forced me forced me to go practically on tiptoe as her legs enclosed me in.
my balls dangling between her thighs. As I then strode her thighs, her mother then put her hands and placed them between my legs and put them on my ball sack, pushing my now fully erect cock as she did so, which made me groan in excitement. She then made a circle with her thumb and index finger on her left hand and used it like a hangman’s noose on top of my balls and squeezed it against me, which made me squeeze slightly in pain. “
That’ll keep you from lifting your balls up a bit and slow you down,” ” said Mom, smiling as she did so.
Trapped in her trap, Mom then placed her right hand on my shaft and stroked it carefully while I moaned in disbelief. Moving her hand up to my glands, she then covered my tip with her palm, the foreskin slowly rolled back, while I moaned even more with pleasure, which made my feet tremble on the bathroom floor. The cold air touched my exposed glans as my mother squeezed tighter and began to jerk me off in a precise and orderly rhythm. As I knelt at my mother’s mercy, I thought about what was happening to me if I didn’t believe it. If someone had told me 24 hours ago that the next day I would be kneeling in front of my mother, she too naked, while she jerked me off, I would have laughed it off as a wild fantasy, but here I was living every middle school boy’s dream.
Over the next few minutes, Mom brought me to the brink of orgasm several times, then just as I was about to cum, she stopped, sending me into a delirium of pre-orgasmic waves as Mom “Forced Wanked” me into submission. I couldn’t understand how Mom knew how to do this, being a married woman. Breathing heavily as Mom continued to jerk me off, I felt waves of pleasure travel around my body. Although I felt extremely naughty, I felt like all my wishes had come true. How many boys my age, anywhere, would have such a chance? Not a single one, in my opinion, so I was going to enjoy it to the fullest.
That’s when Mom picked up the pace and grabbed me even harder. Looking at me, Mom encouraged me to cum.
“Come on! …come on! ….cum for me! …you can do it! …come on! …you can do it! ….cum for your mom! ….
Cum for your mother!“
Feeling the cum flowing in my balls, I moaned loudly. ”Aaahhhh! … aaahhhh! … … aaahhhh! … Mom……………………………. …………………………………………………………………………………………………………………… ………………………….. I’m cumming! . . . I’m cumming! … Mom! …you’re making me cum!”
My body convulsed as my mother jerked me off and her vocal encouragement made me fall, my legs repeatedly clamping against my mother’s thighs, which made a slapping sound around the bathroom as they did. I arched my back and gasped for breath as Mom continued to stroke my cock, pulling me into Mom’s camel toe, making sure I was exhausted and wouldn’t suffer from blue balls for a day or two.
Collapsing on top of Mom, Mom desperately trying to keep both of us from falling out of the tub, I began to recover, a sex flush covering my chest.
“Well done, I bet you needed that, didn’t you, Mat?”
As I couldn’t speak to catch my breath, I looked at Mom’s front and watched my semen slowly run down Mom’s pubic hair. Then suddenly, Mom screamed.
“Eeeeehhhhhhh!” and let go of her thighs quickly to let me go from her embrace, saying
“You’re going to have to move, you’re tickling my butt and tickling me!” With that, Mom pushed me away from her so she could take a quick shower to wash away my remains of pleasure, leaving me there at the end of the bath to recover further and think about what Mom had just done to me.
Watching Mom wash herself, I felt as high as a kite and, of course, empty without Mom’s help. After her turn, Mom gave me another quick wash of my crotch, doing her best not to try to get me erect again, then we both got out of the bath and were dried off. She dressed herself first, then she took me naked into the front room and dressed me in one of the other pairs of clean pajamas.
This was the routine Mom and I followed for the next six weeks while I was incapacitated with broken arms, unless it was a weekend, which meant I had to wait until weekdays because of Dad and my sisters being in the house. First we undressed together, then we showered together, then Mom jerked me off, then we dried ourselves, then we got dressed together. It wasn’t until the last day before my casts came off that Mom let me know she had a special surprise gift for me, which I’m going to tell you about now.
… the last day!
On Monday morning, the day before my casts were to be removed, Mom woke me up for breakfast and helped me get dressed and down the stairs, even though it was only 9 a.m. and I like to sleep in a little.
“Mom, what’s all this, it’s too early!” I protested, trying to wake up properly.
“Oh, stop whining, I have a busy day and there’s something we have to do later,” Mom said abruptly.
“What is it then?” I wondered.
“You’ll find out later, now get up, I don’t have all day.” Mom then pulled the comforter off me and dropped it on the floor.
Half an hour later, after a cup of tea, I finally woke up. Mom was making breakfast and shouting from the kitchen.
” Today is the last day, your casts will be removed tomorrow. I bet you can’t wait?“
”No, I can’t,” I replied dishonestly, knowing full well that after today’s shower, it would be the last time Mom would have to jerk me off. Although I knew it was wrong, I had gotten used to it.
Just after 11 a.m., Mom had finished her cleaning and sat down next to me after telling me to move my legs. Mom asked me if I was ready for our shower together.
“Yes, Mom, but why so early?” I said, sliding my legs off the couch and putting my feet on the floor.
“Because what I have in store for us is probably going to take most of the day.” Helping me up from the couch, Mom added
“So, let’s get started. I bet you’ll miss me giving you a shower after today, won’t you?” Mom said, implying that she jerked me off while she helped me off the couch and then escorted me to the bathroom.
In the bathroom, we did our secret routine. First, Mom undressed me, then she undressed herself, which allowed me to gaze at her. Then, while helping me in the shower, Mom washed me and, as usual, let me sit on her lap while she made me cum by jerking me off. Then, after washing herself, she dried us both off. It was only today, after drying each other off, that I noticed there was no set of pajamas for me in the bathroom, nor any clothes for Mom, because she was putting her skirt and T-shirt in the laundry basket.
Watching Mom dry herself off, I asked where my clean pajamas were.
“There, in the front room,”
“How come?” I asked.
Mom then finished drying herself and said
“Because we have to do something first, that’s why! “ With that, Mom turned me around and put her palms on my hips as always, even though my bones had practically healed, and walked behind me as I headed toward the front room, thinking that was where Mom wanted me to go. As I was about to enter, Mom shouted
”Ah! Ah! Keep going upstairs!”
I didn’t understand why Mom wanted me to go upstairs, but I did as I was told, and we both went up together. At the top of the stairs, Mom told me to go to my room, and with that, we went into my room, which still had the duvet on the floor, and then sat me down on my bed, with Mom doing the same to talk to me.
“Mat! Can I tell you how well you’ve behaved these past few weeks when we’ve been showering together? Let’s face it, if it were anyone else I know, they probably would have tried it and behaved a little badly, especially in a situation like the one we’ve had to endure.”
“It’s okay, Mom,” I said I’d get her into trouble.
“Then why don’t I show you my gratitude and let you make love to me, not that it’s going to be a normal thing, just a one-time thing for today, just to let you get some of those hormones out of your system.”
Surprise and excitement rushed through my body in a split second as I said
“Really, Mom? But I already came, Mom.” Mom nodded and said
“Of course you did, but it helps us both because it will slow you down for next time and give me multiple orgasms if you last long enough. But you don’t tell anyone, okay? It’s between you and me, and between you and me, and between you and me only.“
”I won’t, I promise,” I exclaimed, unable to contain my impatience.
“Let’s get started, but we’ll have to use your bed because your dad will smell sex on mine and I’ll have a lot of explaining to do.”
Mom then stood up and told me to open my legs as she walked between my thighs and my plastered arms.
“You can work on this first!” as she offered me her breasts.
First, she leaned forward, letting her breasts hang in front of me, then with her suction cup hands, she put each breast in my fingers so I could feel them upwards. Emotions raged within me as I moved my fingers delicately, crossing them and absorbing their sensations, which made my cock become semi-hard.
After a short while, she sat up and, with her right hand, guided me to her right nipple, while her left hand rested on the back of my head, forcing me to put the erect nipple in my mouth.
Mom gave me instructions while I devoured her large breast, while Mom continued to suckle her breast, imitating the gestures of breastfeeding a toddler, then she closed her eyes, enjoying the sensations I was giving her and moaning.
Joy filled me as I happily sucked on Mom’s nipple, making a soft sucking sound that echoed through the room as Mom moved around a little from time to time, enjoying the stimulation I was giving her. Although still in a cast, I still managed to touch Mom, which increased the eroticism of the moment, my fingers tapping on her curved hips as she stood there in front of me.
After about fifteen minutes, Mom moved away from me as her feet began to tingle and go numb from standing in the same position for too long, curling her toes as she did to try to get the circulation going. Smiling at me as she brushed my hair, she said
“Well, someone likes this, don’t they? I feel like you’d do this all day if I let you.”
As she moved between my thighs, my mother told me to go back on the bed. When I got to the center, she helped me pivot 90 degrees so my head was facing the headboard, then told me to lie back. As I lay down on the bed, Mom grabbed my ankles and pulled me slightly toward the foot of the bed, which gave her room above my head for what she had in mind next.
“There, it’s better now that I have room,” Mom said as she climbed onto the bed and rocked it from side to side, her breasts doing the same.
Kneeling next to me, I became puzzled, then disappointed at what Mom was doing, thinking she was originally going to ride me.
“How about you give me a little oral and then Mat, would you like that?”
Smiling as I realized I was going to lick Mom, I nodded, then Mom knelt down and crawled on all fours to the top of the bed.
There, she then put her left knee on the right side of my head, then her right knee above my head and placed it next to the left side of my head.
Looking up, I could see everything in Mom’s buttocks, just a few inches above my face, a view I couldn’t see before from my first glances. Her ticklish, neatly trimmed lips were absolutely mesmerizing, and her thick, hairy pubic hair excited me and made my balls tingle as I took it all in. Moving forward a few more inches, Mom then took her fingers and spread her lips, giving me a close-up view of her clit.
“What do you think? Do you like it?”
“Yes, Mom, it’s beautiful.” That’s when Mom said
“In that case, I’ll start. Don’t panic, I won’t choke you,” as she dropped herself on top of me.
Mom’s crotch then nestled on my mouth, her scent driving me crazy with excitement as I stuck out my tongue to lick her most intimate parts while Mom placed her hands on my headboard to support herself. When I touched her, her womanly taste hit me like a bolt of lightning, causing my half-hard cock to stand up again. Mom then moaned loudly, causing her thighs and crotch to tighten. Each moan of satisfaction spurred me on, and I began to lick Mom furiously, her juices beginning to drip down my cheeks as I did so. Holy shit! I thought to myself, feeling as high as a kite doing something most teenagers could only dream of.
Continuing to lick, I looked up at the front of Mom, her breasts with her now fully erect nipples swaying slightly back and forth as she rocked on my mouth, enjoying the action of my tongue.
“Mmmm! …mmmm! …mmmm! … mmmm!” moaned and groaned Mom, closing her eyes as her buttocks and thighs tightened in unison with each lick of my tongue.
“This is love, you’re right about the man in the boat… …keep it up at this speed…you’re going to make me come like this…” said Mom, encouraging me.
Time seemed to fly by, because after fifteen minutes, I started slurping loudly as my mother’s buttocks became wetter from my efforts, Mom began to moan louder, rock faster, and squeeze tighter than before, telling me how well I was doing and signaling her to reach orgasm.
“Aaahhhh! Mat! That’s it! That’s it! I’m starting to cum! ….aaahhhh!….aaahhhh! … aaahhhh!” I looked up at Mom’s face again to see her eyes still closed, grimacing in agony, as her pelvis rocked faster and faster and her thighs closed in, pinching my head between them.
Moments later, Mom’s climax hit with vengeance as Mom’s headboard slammed against the wall as Mom convulsed, her pussy twitching repeatedly over my mouth and her body shaking.
“Jesus, Mat! I’m cumming! . . . I’m cumming! . . . I’m cumming! ….aaahhhh! …aaahhhh! … aaahhhh! … … aaahhhh! … . . I’m cumming! . . . Damn it, I’m cumming!”
As Mom continued to cum, I licked again and again until Mom told me to stop.
“Aaahhhh! . . . aaahhhh! . . . Mat! Stop! . . . Stop! . . . aaahhhh! . . . aaahhhh! . . . aaahhhh!”
Mom, still shivering from her orgasmic waves, then lifted herself off my face and rolled onto her side, her leg rubbing against my cast and getting into a fetal position, then she put her right arm over her eyes as she tried to recover. With my mouth and face covered in Mom’s juices, I looked at her and smiled. She smiled back despite her heavy breathing, and I said
“Well done, love, you did great!”
When she recovered, Mom knelt down and gently grabbed my still-hard cock, sending electric shocks through my body.
“Ready for the main event, then, sweetheart?” she asked, as I lay there, unable to respond due to my raw excitement, while she lifted me higher up in the bed and rested my head on the pillow. She then moved to straddle my thighs.
“Mom said, gently slapping my thigh and telling me she wanted my thighs closer together.
Looking up at Mom, I had a hard time controlling myself as Mom moved forward until she was above my hips, then she grabbed my cock again and, with her fingers, rolled back my foreskin, exposing my glans and keeping me rigid. She lowered herself onto me, her body pushing me back into my bed for her own pleasure while I remained tense and away from that sensitivity. Her pussy then wrapped around my body and got wet, causing me to take a deep breath as she did.
Leaning forward to put her hands on either side of me for stability, her body slid effortlessly between my motionless arms. As she did so, this mother’s breasts rubbed along my chest, her nipples gauging me then stopping about 8 inches below my chin, giving me a splendid view of them as I waited for Mom to begin her movements.
Mom then began to push, rocking back and forth and back and forth, causing the bed to wobble and creak as her pubic area collided in rhythm with my own tremors of impact in my body, making a slapping sound as she did so. Looking up at Mom, I could see her with her eyes closed, focusing on what she was doing and making sure it was for her own good.
After about 10 minutes, Mom’s movements became more rigorous and violent as she began her approach to orgasm for the second time.
“Mmmm! …mmmm! …mmmm! …mmmm!” The bed shook harder and harder as my crotch area gained more and more strength in my mother’s pelvis, causing me slight pain, while her breathing intensified.
“You haven’t cum yet, have you, Mat?” Mom asked, continuing her work with her eyes closed.
“No, Mom!” I replied, my body being hammered by Mom’s actions.
“Good, I don’t want you to cum yet,” Mom asked, virtually struggling to speak through her breathlessness as she moaned.
“Aaahhhh! …aaahhhh! …aaahhhh!” Mom said as her orgasm peaked, her face contorting in agony as her body convulsed.
“Aaahhhh! . . . aaahhhh! . . . aaahhhh!” Mom said as her orgasm peaked, her face contorted in agony as her body convulsed and trembled and her back arched. The headboard began to ring loudly as Mom screamed.
“Jesus! . . . Jesus! . . . I’m coming! . . . I’m coming! . . . I’m coming! . . . I’m coming!”
With the waves of her cum, Mom’s wash collapsed on top of me, her head banging her face against the pillow as she tried to catch her breath and recover. As she lay there, she turned her head and double-checked.
“You didn’t cum then?”
“No, Mom, not yet.” Mom then smiled proudly at me and said.
“Good boy, Mat, I can go again in a minute.” I stared at the ceiling, horrified by Mom’s ability to have orgasms.
Just a minute later, Mom said
“Then she got back into position and started thrusting wildly again as she headed for the next of her multiple orgasms while I was forced to lie there as my mother’s hips pounded into my pelvis, the impacts pushing me further into the bed.
“Let’s see if we can cum at the same time, Mat!” Mom said with her eyes closed, and she was gone.
From hell to leather, once again her actions hurt me a little.
Still high from his previous cumshot, it didn’t take long before Mom started cumming again. As her breasts rubbed along my chest, I felt more and more excited, especially looking at her nipples, which filled my balls with cum.
“Mom! . . . I’m starting to cum!” I called out because I knew from experience that I wouldn’t be able to hold back.
“That’s love! … keep telling me… keep going… it turns me on when you keep telling me that.“
Doing exactly what Mom asked me to do was exactly what I did.
”Mom! . . . I’m cumming! . . . I’m cumming! . . . Mom! . . . You’re making me cum! . . . You’re making me cum!” Mom spoke in unison with me as she moaned.
“Oh my God! Mat, …I’m cumming! . . . I’m cumming! . . . Mom screamed as she heard the headboard slam against the wall for the umpteenth time and Mom and my moans filled the room, we both climaxed in unison.
As her face contorted and her back arched for the third time, it was more than I could take as a load of cum inside Mom made me scream.
“Mom!” I cried out loudly as I trembled from my orgasm. Mom then collapsed on top of me again, exhausted, as she too rode out her waves of orgasm, while the room fell silent for the next 5 minutes as we took it all in.
Turning her head from the pillow, Mom then put her lips on mine and kissed me, her tongue swirling around my mouth French-style. Until then, I had never kissed properly, and I found Mom’s kissing technique completely exciting, the way she did it, it was as if she was sucking all the air out of me. I quickly realized that Mom was showing me how to kiss and expected me to follow her lead, so I put my tongue in Mom’s mouth and did what she wanted me to do.
Soon, I started to fight back because my mother’s tongue was stronger and she pressed down on mine in an uneven wrestling match. Mom, knowing this, started putting her tongue deep into my mouth as a joke while making repeated movements imitating a male member thrusting into me, which again filled my head with erotic thoughts.
Once she was completely satisfied, Mom pulled out of my chest and asked me
“How was it? Did you like it?”
“It was brilliant, Mom, thank you.” I said to thank Mom for this unique event. Mom gave me a peck on the cheek and said
“I think that’s it then, we’d better get dressed and go back to normal because as I said before, no one can ever know about this, okay?”
I agreed with Mom on this, so she let go of me and we went about our routine for the rest of the day. Escorting me downstairs, Mom quickly washed us both in the shower, then after we went into the front room, she dressed us both.
The next day, I had indeed lost my casts, and finally, normality returned to my life. It wasn’t until I took my first shower that I realized how lucky I was to have a mother like mine. Few mothers would have done what mine did for me during those six weeks while my arms were in casts, which not only made me feel privileged but also extremely honored, and even
To this day, despite being married, I still sometimes remember my encounters with my mother in the bathroom and bedroom.