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.
PART 2
Author’s note: You should read Part 1 first.
Mark was ready to take a nap after he finally was able to piss. I guess the blow job and me riding his face were also contributing factors to him sleeping like a baby. I tucked him in and kissed his cheek lightly and told him I loved him. And to call for me if he needed anything at all.
I closed his bedroom door and made my way to my own bedroom. I felt deliciously decadent after boldly riding Mark’s face to get myself off. It was an impromptu action that I know I should not have done. But I was so turned on that I just had to get my own release. And Mark apparently loved being able to please me as well. What I did with Mark was naughty and completely inappropriate, I knew, but damn, it was so nice. I loved having his prick in my mouth and tasting his cum. And I loved having my cooch licked by Mark. Wow. It was all just too much decadent newness for me to absorb. I stripped down and took a quick shower, then headed to bed for a nap too. I needed to be fresh and energetic, I am now aware, to meet the needs of my teenage patient.
After my nap, I slipped on a short robe and checked on Mark. He was still sleeping peacefully. I hope he can get enough rest to help heal faster. I love being able to nurture him, but I did not have any idea that my nurturing would become so intimate. I fixed a meal that would be easy to feed Mark and tidied up the house while I was not needed by my patient.
Later that evening, after I had fed Mark dinner, he told me he needed to pee again. I grabbed the urine bottle and pulled back Mark’s hospital gown. And, sure enough, as soon as I touched his penis it began to harden. I held it lovingly as it grew in size and stiffness in my hand. It felt wonderful to me. I just looked at him as his face, beaming a broad grin, knowing what was going to happen.
“OK, Mark. I guess we know where this is going, right?” I smiled at him and bent over his cock. I slipped it into my mouth and delicately played with it with my tongue. I circled the head, paying more attention to the area on the underside of the head of his penis. I have read that this is the most sensitive area of a man’s cock. I never asked any of the boys I sucked off about that, however. I should ask Mark, later. Right now, I had a cock to suck.
The short robe I was wearing was loosely tied with a sash around my waist. As I bent over to service Mark, the robe sagged open, and my bare breasts dangled freely under the garment. I had not bothered to get dressed and loved that I could be so carefree now with my clothing in front of Mark. He and I had quickly gone from having a Mother/son relationship to our new Mother/son/lover relationship. I never anticipated this but loved it.
I paused to pull my mouth off his cock and used one hand to rub the tight skin of his manhood on my face, like I did earlier. It felt so nice having my own personal massage tool to use on my skin. I am sure I would pay a lot for a good facial at a spa. And now I can get one whenever Mark needs to piss. How nice!
I stroked his shaft slowly and gripped it tighter on the upstroke than I did on the down-stroke as if I was trying to coax out his jizz. Soon I was rewarded for my effort as Mark indicated by his incoherent gasps that he was almost ready to climax. I positioned my mouth just over the head of his dick, ready to catch the first rope of his spunk. I did not have to wait but a moment and Mark blasted his load out of the tip. Spurt after spurt exploded from his young cock and I captured every delicious drop of it. I sucked the remnants of his climax as he gasped and groaned with pleasure. I did not take my mouth off his shaft; I just leaned my head to see the look of complete satisfaction on his face. I love taking care of my boy. After he recovered from his release, he filled the pee bottle again.
The next day was uneventful until mid-afternoon. Mark had gotten his pee break, meaning that he got his blowjob ahead of his piss in the bottle around lunchtime. He had settled into that routine very easily, and so did I. I loved the excuse for sucking him off so he could pee. What a nice way to bond with my son. Later in the afternoon, Mark let me know that he was cramping up in his guts. He thought he needed to crap, but something did not feel right.
This was going to be interesting. I was not sure how it would be for me, to deal with his poop, but this had been my choice. I told Mark that he needed some kind of stimulation so he could poop. I spread out a large towel under Mark’s butt to keep the sheet clean. I had the bed pan ready on the side of the bed for when he was ready to use it. Then I explained that since Mark was immobile, his bowels were not getting any movement. This could cause the digested food in his bowels to get backed up. I had a solution from my pregnancy days that might help Mark.
I still just wore that short robe, since there was no reason for me to get dressed. I had nothing on underneath it. I asked Mark if he was ready for me to stimulate him, and he said yes. I asked him to spread his legs. Then I smeared a glob of body lube on his anus and on my middle finger. I told him I was going to push my finger inside his asshole and work it around to stimulate the area. He said OK.
I eased my middle finger into his tight asshole. I pushed it in about halfway and let it stay there for a moment, letting his anal muscles relax. Then I pushed it in the rest of the way, then swirled it around to get full stimulation going. I knew that one part of Mark’s anatomy was being stimulated because his prick got hard almost instantly after I inserted my finger. Here I was with my face hovering over his lower abdomen trying to dislodge some stuck poop and his hard-on was practically trying to put my eye out. I guess since Mark could watch my boobs wiggle from the opening in my robe, I should have expected his erection to return, but I was concentrating on the issue of immediate concern. I had one finger lodged up his ass, and one hand ready to grab the bed pan if we needed it quickly, I could not push his erection away from my face. So, I did the next best thing. I lowered my mouth on to it and began to suck it.
I began bobbing up and down on his prick and jammed two fingers into his asshole. I could feel the end of a turd, and it felt solid and firmly in place. I added a third finger, all the while still sucking his yummy cock. I am sure there would be a lot of questions that could be asked about my behavior at that moment, but I was doing what was best for my child.
When no movement of any turd was detected by my fingertips, I added a fourth finger up his ass. My mouth was latched heroically on to his pecker. Mark was about to go insane from the oral and digital stimulation and was bucking like crazy. I kept jamming my fingers into his ass when I detected that he was about to climax. I kept up my sucking and soon he screamed and began ejaculating into my mouth. Immediately I pulled my hand from his ass as his orgasm caused a large turd to be expelled. His bowels were now unblocked, and I would guess he was ready to pee again. I grabbed the piss jug, and he used it, as usual. I cleaned up Mark’s bottom and his cock and let him get some sleep. I kissed him goodnight and said I would see him in the morning.
I went to my part of the house and decided to take a long, hot bath. I laid in the steamy water, thinking about how this terrible motorcycle accident had completely changed my relationship with Mark. I was no longer just his mother. I was also his nurse and sexual partner. The transformation was amazing. Mark and I both seemed to have instantly adjusted to me giving him his ‘release’, so he could pee or shit. And I loved being able to do it for him.
As I lay in the tub, my fingers began tracing the tender flesh of my labias. My pussy lips were flared out and stimulated from all the times I had sucked Mark’s cock. I had only had the one ‘release’ myself and needed more. I left the tub and spread a towel out on my bed. I got my body lube out and one of my favorite sex toys. It was a penis shaped plastic rod, which was about the same size as Mark’s fully hard dick, by coincidence.
I laid back in bed and spread the body lube on my cunt and asshole. I thought of Mark’s prick and began rubbing the fake penis all along my cunt lips. My clit was getting firm and swollen and I used one finger to rub it as I slowly worked that plastic toy into my cunt. Soon I had it buried deep inside me, and it felt incredible to have my pussy filled. It had been so long since I had done this.
After having used my hand to help Mark out, I decided to help myself out by using this toy on my other hole. I pulled it out of my cunt and spread more lube on it and on my anus. Then I slowly eased it into my very tight butt hole. It was not going in easily, so I took my time and let my butt muscles adjust to the size of this thing. I needed to be filled up and was determined to get that toy in my ass. I kept working it in, inch by inch, until I could not push it in any further. I flipped over on to my knees and squatted down on the mattress, forcing that huge dildo deeper into my ass. God, it felt so good. I loved being so full. I wished it were the real thing.
I then used one hand to squeeze my breast and nipple while the other hand rapidly stroked my swollen clit. I was furiously stretching out that nipple, almost to the point of pain, until I was on the verge of a climax. I fell on my back on the mattress as my orgasm hit full force. The dildo in my ass was pushed out by my orgasm and I muffled a scream as the sensations overtook me. I quickly reached down, and my fingers found the ejected toy laying behind me on the towel. I brought it to my face and sniffed it. It smelled faintly of fresh shit. I stuck the head of the toy in my mouth and sucked off anything that was stuck to the head. Then I pulled it out of my mouth and smeared some of the smelly juices on my face. I licked off all the remnants of butt juices that coated the shaft. I did not know why, but I was changing into a really dirty, nasty slut. I fell asleep with the fake dick nestled between my breasts.
Mark seemed to be healing well. Our ‘system’ of his sexual releases which allowed him to be able to piss and shit when he needed was working well, for him. My problem was that every time I sucked his dick I became more turned on and needed my own release. But I was afraid to take my physical needs to the next level with him. I wanted to have his dick in me in the worst way, and every time I sucked him off I wanted to crawl up on top of him and fuck myself silly on his lovely cock. The plastic dildo just wasn’t enough for me.
The hospital called a few days into his home recovery and asked how the patient was. I gave them a full report of his condition and the nurse was very complementary of my ability to care for him. If she had only known my methods, she would have been shocked, I suppose, but I was doing what was necessary to get him back on his feet.
We had a wheelchair that the hospital sent home with us. Now that he was a bit stronger, I decided to get him in it and wheel him carefully into my shower. I knew the wheelchair would not fit so I placed a small gardening bench in the shower for him to sit on. I wrapped his ankle cast in plastic and used the shower wand to wet him down. I washed his face and chest with a hand cloth. Then I used the shower wand to wet him down the rest of the way. I got a good lather going on his tight stomach muscles and then moved down to his crotch. Mark loved it when I used my lathered-up hands to wash his genitals and butt. He got a huge erection, of course, and I finished up by giving him a nice long soapy hand job. He decided that from then on, he needed a bath every day.
That night, after I had fed him and cleaned his face, I did my usual preparation for him to piss in the jug. I decided to be naked this time and he instantly became aroused, even before I touched him. I told Mark that soon he’d be able to sit on the toilet and do his business by himself, and this might be the last time we do the ‘prep work’ to allow him to piss in the jug. He looked disappointed.
I pulled the covers away from his body and began sucking his wonderful, stiff cock. I murmured to him how much I loved sucking him off. He told me between gasps how much he loved it to. He said he loved the attention I was giving him. I got him all slicked up with my saliva and then paused. I knew I shouldn’t do it, but I crawled on the bed with him. Mark watched me in anticipation of what was happening. I swung my leg over his crotch and sat on his thighs. My cunt was in contact with his shaft and my juices were slowly oozing out. I took his shaft and rubbed it side to side against my slit. My clit was on fire with desire and the contact with the hot flesh of his penis was driving me wild.
I hesitated only for a moment, then raised up and leaned forward. The head of his dick was touching my cunt, and I moved my pelvis forward to rub it into me more. I looked straight into Mark’s eyes as I did this. He was anxious to know if I was really going to do it. I squatted down and embedded my son’s hard dick inside my wet snatch. When I eased my body down on his, he gasped louder than I had ever heard him before. He could feel my wet juices bathe his cock with warmth. I paused to let all the sensations of our forbidden connection register with both of our brains. I looked at him and smiled lovingly.
“I hope this is OK, Mark” I said quietly.
“Are you kidding, Mom? This is the greatest thing that has ever happened to me. I love you!”
I put my hands carefully on his chest and rocked back and forth on his cock. I could feel it lodged against my cervix. His pubic hair tickled my swollen clit. I was fucking my son, and it felt incredible. I pulled up, nearly dislodging his prick from my cunt, then relaxed and slid back down on his pole. I did that over and over and did not tire from the incredible sensations of being filled with my son’s large prick. He hunched back at me, trying to add to our pleasure but I told him to relax and enjoy it. I worked him in and out of me, then began playing with my clit to finish my indulgence.
Mark’s face blushed with a reddish hue, and he blurted out “Mom, I’m gonna cum!” I continued stroking him in and out of me until he gasped loudly “Oh gawd….yes…oh gawd!.”
I felt his sperm blast out and bathe the insides of my vagina with his potent essence. As he filled me with sperm, I had an earth-shattering climax. My pussy was a tingling mess of sensations and relief. My nipples were on fire. I was dizzy from the overpowering sensations as my cunt quivered around his shaft. I collapsed against his chest, with his cock still embedded in me.
I lay on top of Mark and could feel his heartbeat as it finally began to slow. I leaned forward further and gave him a deep, passionate kiss. Not the kiss from a mother, but one from a satisfied lover. He looked at me with love in his eyes. I could see his relief that came after days of us being sexual but not being fully intimate. I knew he loved my blowjobs, but he also desperately wanted to be inside me. I had been desperate for this too, and the pleasure and relief was intense. I lay on top of him, not speaking, until we drifted off to sleep, still connected as one.
Then I remembered I had not been on birth control for two years.