My son was home from the hospital with both arms in casts, and not able to get out of bed. I had to help him with everything.
AN ACCIDENT TURNED INTO INCEST
My son, who is in high school, was in a bad wreck when on his motorcycle. He was hit by a car who ran a red light in an intersection. My son was thrown from his bike and broke his right arm and his left shoulder. His ankle was messed up too. He was lucky to be alive.
He spent a few nights in the hospital, then was released. I was able to stay home with him since my husband’s life insurance policy was enough to keep Mark and I well taken care of, financially. It had been a few years since my husband’s death, and since then it had just been Mark and me. And now he was bedridden for at least a few weeks.
Our insurance would provide for a nurse to come visit every day to deal with Mark’s injuries and daily needs. But I would not have a stranger in my house when I was fully capable of tending to Mark, so I did not pursue the home health care nurse option. My motherly instincts were in high gear, and I was determined to nurse Mark back to health myself.
Mark was an athletic kid, so I hoped he would heal well and be able to walk around the house in a few days or maybe a week. But until he could walk and hold himself up, he would need to stay in bed.
Considering his damaged condition, Mark had an incredibly positive outlook on his situation. Even though he was almost helpless, he had a cheerful attitude. It made my job of nursing him better than I expected. But what I forgot to consider when I told the insurance coordinator to cancel the nurse was that Mark could not do his daily bodily functions by himself. I did not consider that I would be the one to help him urinate or poop into a bedpan. Same with needing to bathe him. Having this kind of intimate contact with my son was going to be more of a challenge than I had originally thought.
The first full day that Mark was home from the hospital, I fed him his favorite soup and some homemade bread. I thought it would be easier for me to feed soup to Mark for the first day. This was a chore that I took on with motherly love since both of his arms were currently in casts and immobile. I brought the tray with the big bowl of soup and a hot slice of buttered bread and placed it on the night stand next to Mark’s bed. He looked up at me and smiled in appreciation. I spoon fed him.
“Oh wow, Mom, this soup is delicious. And your bread is terrific. It all smells and tastes so good! I was starving.”
I smiled and said “You need to let me know when you are hungry, thirsty, or whatever. I am here to make sure you get better fast. I will take care of your every need, OK? I don’t want any stranger in the house tending to you. I will do it all. Do you understand, Sweetie?
“Yes, Mom. I understand. Um….this is embarrassing, but I kinda need to pee”, Mark added.
“Oh!, oh…..yes… of course….Well, it had to happen soon, so I guess we deal with it.” I was now realizing that this part of Mark’s recovery would be a bit awkward.
I found the piss jar that the hospital sent home with us and brought it to Mark’s bed. I looked at him and said that I hope my hands were not cold, trying to make a joke out of this situation. I pulled back the top sheet and flipped his hospital gown over to expose his penis.
I looked at it, even in its flaccid condition, and blurted out “Wow”, unexpectedly, as I saw the large size of it. I looked up at Mark as my face turned beet red. “Sorry, I did not mean to make a comment. It’s just that… well…your penis seems to be quite large.”
“It’s OK, Mom. I am happy you seem to like it. Better than being too small, right?”, he said, grinning.
I tried to regain my composure. “Here we go, Mark. Try to pee into this bottle and not drip too much”, I smiled. I held his penis in my hand and stuck the head of it in the urine jug.
Mark did not start peeing. In fact, as I held his shaft, I could feel it growing in my hand. Mark was beginning to get aroused while my fingers were wrapped around it. It began to pulse and throb. I just looked at it, then at Mark. I did not know how to react to him getting an erection from me just holding his penis in my hand.
“Uh, Mark….what is happening here?” I amusingly asked.
Mark hesitantly said, “Gee, Mom, I have never had a beautiful woman like you touch my dick before. It just has a mind of its own, I guess. Maybe I should try and pee a little bit later.”
I was almost relieved by Mark’s statement. When he said I was a beautiful woman, my heart fluttered. I had not had anyone say anything like that to me since before my husband passed away. My face was flushed. Then it dawned on me that I still had my fist wrapped around Mark’s semi-hard penis. It was still throbbing and still growing. It was unbelievable. His father was not endowed like that. I wonder how it happened; I asked myself silently.
“OK, Mark. We will try again in a bit, after you have had time to calm down.” I reluctantly released his cock and folded his gown over his crotch. I lovingly patted it and went back into the kitchen. “But don’t go too long before we try again, or you will be in pain, Sweetie”.
I stood in the kitchen, staring into space, thinking of my son’s beautiful cock that I had been holding in my hand. That was the first hard-on that I had touched since my husband’s death. It felt so good in my hand. Memories of me dating in college and sucking boys off suddenly flooded my brain. When I was on a date and discovered the size of the boy’s dick, it was like a surprise party. I never knew what to expect and the unknown, being revealed, was quite a treat. I sucked every dick that I ever touched because that was what I loved to do.
I stood in the kitchen, but my brain had traveled back in time to college and being in my date’s car. I’d be bent over his crotch, sucking away on his hard prick. I took my time and savored every moment of having a penis in my mouth, as I lavished it with attention. I would use my tongue to lick every inch of it and then stuff in into my mouth. I recalled, as I stood there in front of my sink, the assorted flavors and textures of the cum that I extracted from all those college boy cocks. I loved being rewarded with a mouthful of cum and I also loved pleasing my dates. What great memories.
I suddenly realized that Mark was calling for me again. I shook my head and got back into the present moment. I could feel how wet my pussy became as I recalled those memories. I answered Mark and said I was on my way.
Mark apologized and said he thought he could try again. I looked at him and just smiled. “Well, at least you are a healthy boy and can get a good erection. Some men can’t.”
I repeated my actions from earlier, except this time I knew what to expect. I looked forward to seeing Mark’s prick again. I wanted to hold it, squeeze it, and stroke it. But that was totally out of the question. He was my son, for heaven’s sake. I could not lust after his prick. And he needed to piss. Can’t piss with a hard-on. I tried to behave myself.
I folded back his hospital gown and reached for his member. It still seemed about half hard. “I thought you said you had calmed down?” I looked at Mark with an amused but stern expression.
“I think it is as calmed down as it is gonna get, knowing that you are going to be holding it”, Mark confessed.
“Well, we better try to work quickly, then”, I said. I grabbed his shaft and once again aimed the head at the opening of the pee bottle. A tiny bit of pee squirted out eventually, but his prick became very hard almost as soon as I grabbed it. As soon as it got fairly stiff, no more pee would come out.
“Oh dear. We have a problem, Mark. I didn’t consider this to be an issue when I refused to have nursing care. If you can’t keep from being aroused by my hand, then how are you ever going to relieve yourself? That is not good for your bladder”.
His penis was now fully erect, and my fist could not quite reach around it. The head was purple and the skin was tight. His prick throbbed in time with Mark’s heartbeat. I could not help it, and I gave it a light squeeze.
“Oh gawd, Mom, that felt great!” Mark gasped. He looked at me with a pleading look, hoping I would do it again, or even more. I guess he was beginning to feel desperate about needing to pee. Or maybe he was desperate to have an orgasm?
“I need, uh, some relief, Mom, before I can pee”, he admitted.
“What?” I turned and looked in his face, to make sure I heard him right. “You want me to give you an orgasm? Is that what you mean by relief?”
“Um, well…yea. Can you do that for me?”, he quietly pleaded. “I really need to pee, you know”.
I was taken by surprise at his request. It is one thing for me to think about doing it, it is entirely another matter for Mark to request that I suck him off. But it was my decision about not using a nurse, so I guess it was up to me to make sure Mark was taken care of.
After a moment, I looked at Mark and calmly stated. “Mark, I will help you with your… situation, but no one must know about this. Do you understand?”
“Of course, Mom. It will be our secret”. Mark grinned as he said it.
I stared at his beautiful prick, swollen and hot in my hand, and did what a good mother does. I calmly bent over his bed and slipped Mark’s penis into my willing mouth. I instantly had a flood of memories about sucking cock. The taste of his skin, the warmth of his manly flesh, and the situation of me pleasing a man with my mouth, all came rushing back into my mind. I lavished intense tongue work on his shaft. I wrapped my lips around the ripe and swollen head of Mark’s prick. I forced it to the deepest part of my throat.
I wanted this to be the best blowjob that Mark ever had. It never occurred to me, until later, that maybe he had never had a blow job before. I pulled it from my slobbering mouth and rubbed the skin of his prick on my face, as if to mark the territory for my son. He was now the only man who would get the pleasures of my mouth.
As I sucked and stroked Mark’s slimy cock, I used my other hand to fondle his scrotum. I always loved to play with a man’s balls as I sucked him, so I instantly fell back into rhythm with the technique that had given so many men pleasure. I was not going to deny my son this pleasure if it would help him, now, would I?
Mark was now squirming uncontrollably in his bed as I worked on his crotch. His arms were both incapacitated by his accident, and he could not move them freely, but they were floundering about. I was almost afraid he would re-injure himself from thrashing around, but I was on a mission and could not be distracted from my goal of getting a mouthful of my son’s cum. His hips were thrusting up, in a vain attempt to fuck my face as I continued my onslaught to achieve his orgasm.
My cooch was dripping with my own frothy juices as I serviced Mark’s prick. I was desperate to touch myself but dared not to. It would have been unacceptable to use my son’s injuries to pursue my own pleasures, I thought to myself.
Mark began to mumble incoherently in a panic fashion. I was so focused on pleasuring him that I was not paying attention to what he was trying to say. Then I realized he was trying to communicate that he was about to cum. I never lifted my mouth off his shaft, I just mumbled “Yes! Cum for me” as best I could, considering I had a mouthful of dick.
Mark began spasming as he thrust his prick deeper into my willing mouth. I tightened my lips around his shaft to catch every drop of his precious sperm. I wanted to swallow it all. His first blast of cum hit the back of my throat, almost causing me to choke. I was out of practice in the art of accepting a load of cum, I guess. Another blast erupted from his prick, and this time I was better prepared. I began swallowing feverishly to keep up with the flood of sperm that was being produced by his body. I had never had this happen before, but I had a jet of cum forced out of my nose, and it dripped down the sides of my mouth. My gawd, did this boy pump out the cum! I had never had so much cum fill my mouth before.
His spasms finally began to ebb. He was groaning and panting, as if he’d just run a mile. His face was beet red and his smile was from ear to ear. I took one last swallow and tightly dragged my lips up along the sides of his shaft to pull off any remaining spunk. I had worked hard for that cum and did not want to leave a drop behind.
I looked at Mark with a satisfied smile on my face. I cleared my throat and asked him, “How do you feel now, baby?”
“Oh gawd, Mom! That was incredible! I have never felt such pleasure before! I can’t tell you how good it was!”
I relaxed a bit, savoring the memories I had just created. I was very aroused, however and needed my own release. I was hot with passion and not thinking clearly.
“Mark, Sweetie, um… I was wondering if you could return the favor to me?” I looked at him in a pleading way. “I am very turned on, and I know it is not proper, but I need my own orgasm.”
“I will do ANYTHING for you, Mom. But how? I can’t move my arms.”
“I have an idea, Sweetie. You don’t need to move anything but your tongue.”
I quickly stripped off my clothes. Mark watched in fascination as his mother quickly got nude right in front of him. My bare breasts were jiggling as I moved around the bed. My nipples were rock hard and extended from my areolas like pencil erasures. “Let me prop your head up with another pillow”. Then I crawled up on his bed with my steamy, wet cunt right in front of his face. “Eat me out, Mark! Oh please! Fuck me with your face and tongue!”
I then grabbed the back of his head and pulled him forcefully against my dripping snatch. I rubbed my cunt against my son’s face and rode him like a maniac. I could feel his tongue flick against my swollen clit as I assaulted his face. “Stick your tongue in me, Mark! Fuck me with it!” I needed him to get me off in the worst way, and after several minutes of fucking his face I could feel my climax building. “Almost….almost…..yes, I am cumming! And I blasted his face with my squirt as I frantically hunched my crotch against my son’s mouth. I had squirt after squirt, soaking him with my cunt juices. I finally finished. My grip on the headboard of the bed had caused my knuckles to go white. I was almost afraid I had broken the bed as I thrashed against him. I collapsed on to his chest, trying desperately to catch my breath.
“Oh, Mark, that was sooo good! I really needed that”, I said, feeling very guilty at what I had done. “Thank you!”
I crawled off the bed and looked at my son. He was soaked with my juices. And he had a giant smile that told me he had enjoyed it almost as much as I did.
When we both had calmed down, I noticed his prick was now a bit deflated. “Ready to try to pee, now Sweetie? I found the bottle and this time he filled it up.
“I guess we know how to get you to piss in a bottle, now don’t we, Sweetie”, I said, almost apologetically. “Now let me get a warm towel for you. I need to clean you up”.
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