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Chapter 1
The whole thing seems so bizarre when I think about it. I am a 53 year old women, happily married to a wonderful man. We’ve been married for over 23 years and have two c***dren, a girl 20 and a boy 18. It was a second marriage for both of us and my husband has three older c***dren from his previous marriage.
My daughter Cara is a Junior in college and is living at home, but she comes and goes like the wind. My son, Tim, is a senior in high school and just the best k** you could ever want. He is an excellent student and has lots of friends. He’s not much of an athlete, which is probably due to his slight size and build. He’s just about 5’9” and thin, not exactly the football type.
The whole thing started when I got a phone call from the burger joint Tim works at as a short-order cook. Some boiling oil from the fryer had splashed over his hands, burning them. They took him right to the hospital and then called me. I rushed right out and by the time that I got there they were just finishing up with him. The doctor said it wasn’t too bad, but that his hands would need to be wrapped for a week or so. He said they wanted to see him every few days to change the bandages and monitor his progress.
“You realize he won’t be able to do a lot of things on his own” the doctor said.
“Oh…I suppose that’s true” I replied, thinking about it.
“There will be awkward, private functions he will need help with now, like going to the bathroom.” he said.
“Hmmm. Well how do you suggest we handle this, doctor?” I asked.
“Quite simply, you are going to have to put pride and embarrassment aside. The way his hands are bandaged is going to restrict his ability to perform mundane tasks. He won’t be able to unbutton his pants or clean himself afterwards. I suggest for his pride you get his Dad to help as much as possible.” he suggested.
“But my husband works all day and his brothers don’t live at home” I replied.
“Its not going to be easy, but as I said, at times you’ll both need to put pride and embarrassment aside” the doctor replied.
On the way home Tim and I had a chat about his condition and the help he would need.
“I can’t!!” Tim cried when I told him about what he doctor said.
“Look, honey. It’s just until the bandages come off. We’ll get Dad to help as much as possible, but there will be times when he won’t be around. Just be grateful school is out
and you don’t need help there” I said.
“I guess” he said, reluctantly. “The whole thing is going to be so embarrassing!”
That evening after supper my husband and I were sitting in the living room talking about the whole situation.
“Well, he’ll just have to get used to it” Will said “I’m not exactly looking forward to it. I mean it’s one thing to lower his pants to let him take a leak, it’s another to clean him up after…..”
Just then Tim walked in.
“Uh..Dad..I need to…you know…” Tim said, all red in the face.
“Oh. O.K.” my husband responded and they both left.
A while later Will came back in and sat down
“How did it go? I asked.
“He was pretty out of sorts, but I talked to him and I think we’ll get through it. Maybe he can time it for when I’m here” he said. “but there are going to be times when I’m not here, especially when he needs to take a whiz”
“Don’t remind me” I said
“Well there’s another thing you should think about. He’s going to need to shower soon” he said.
“Why can’t you help him!?” I asked, panic-stricken.
“Two reasons. One, someone is going to need to get in there with him and he and I wouldn’t be able to move in the stall. Second, if I do it he’s going to have to wait until night, which means he’ll reek all day” he said.
But how am I supposed to get in there with him? I asked.
“Put a suit on or something” Will replied. “Look, the doctor said this would be awkward”
“Oh, I guess” I said, my mind going a mile a minute.
The next morning after Will left for work I was in the kitchen when Tim walked in.
“Mom…..I..uh need to….go” he said.
“Oh..sure honey.” I said, trying to sound as normal as possible.
When we got to the bathroom Tim just stood there. I hesitated for a moment, but then screwed up my courage. I went around to his back and pulled his shorts down, trying not to look. I waited as he went and when he stopped I reached down and pulled his shorts back up.
“See! That wasn’t so bad! I didn’t see a thing” I said, lying a bit. I couldn’t help but catch a glimpse of his cute ass, but I wasn’t going to tell him. I hadn’t really seen it quite a while and couldn’t help admiring it.
“Yea, just great!” Tim replied, walking out.
After we had eaten I brought up the subject of showering.
“Uh…how Mom?’ he asked
“Well, I’ll…get into a bathing suit and I’ll meet you in the stall in my bedroom. It’s a little bigger than the one in the hall.” I explained.
We each went into our rooms and shut the door. I looked at each of my bathing suits, which I haven’t worn in some time and decided on a different solution. I grabbed an old bra and a pair of cotton whites, the kind my k**s refer to as “old lady underwear”.
I glanced in the mirror at myself and wasn’t too disappointed at what I saw. Even at my age, I had managed to maintain a decent figure. I was still thin, with a hint of middle age bulge and round, full breasts that had just a bit of sag to them. My ass was wider than in my young days, but it wasn’t huge and it still had a nice, firm appearance. My brown hair came to my ears and only showed a few grays here and there. I had worked hard at maintaining my complexion and aside from some age lines, it was still smooth. All in all, I wasn’t exactly a head turner, but not bad for an old broad.
I quickly put on the bra and panties and got the shower going. Tim came in with just a towel wrapped around his waist and a couple of plastic trash bags to wrap around his bandages. I saw him give me the once over and look at me quizzically.
“What happened to the bathing suit?” he asked.
“Oh, I didn’t think it would be comfortable. Besides, you’ve seen me in my bra and panties many times before. I didn’t think you’d mind.” I said.
“At least you have something on” he replied.
“Well, you can’t take a decent shower with a bathing suit on, now can you?” I asked.
“I guess” he replied.
“It’s not like I haven’t seen you naked before” I joked.
“Not recently!” he retorted.
“I’m sure nothing has changed” I k**ded.
“MOM!” he cried
“Just k**ding! Let’s get it over with” I said.
I took the plastic bags and placed one over each hand and then wrapped some duct tape around the edges. He already looked like he had two giant oven-mitts on each hand. The bags only made them look more comical.
“Uh, can you turn around while I get in?” he asked. “Then I’ll keep my back to you”
“Oh, sure” I replied and turned my back while he got into the stall.
I followed him in and at first couldn’t help giggling to myself as he stood there naked. My poor baby! But as I reached for the soap and hand-cloth I couldn’t help but take notice of his cute man-boy ass again. It was adorable and firm without a hint of hair anywhere. I also noticed that Will was right about the tight quarters, there was barely enough room for both of us.
I quickly soaped up the cloth and started washing down his arms and shoulders. Every once in a while I would stop and let him rinse off. I washed his hair and his legs before I had to reach around and do his chest. When I was done with that I soaped the cloth and washed his ass, trying to get between the cheeks without being too invasive. It was then that I reached the moment I had been dreading. I needed to wash between his legs and wasn’t sure how to proceed.
“Uh..honey…I’m..uh…done..except for your privates” I said
“Oh, Mom! Do we have to?” he asked, mortified.
“Yes! You have to keep that clean!” I said
“Can’t we just let the water run over it?” he asked hopefully.
“You know that’s not good enough. You don’t want to end up with some form of crotch rot, do you?” I asked
“I guess not” he answered reluctantly.
“I’ll try and do it as quickly as possible.” I promised
I soaped up the cloth once more and reached around him, starting at the base of his testicles and working my way up. I had washed him like this many times as a c***d, but what became immediately obvious to me was that he wasn’t my baby any longer! I quickly ran the cloth between his legs, washing the areas as thoroughly as I could without lingering too long in any one place.
And then it happened! I guess I should have realized it, but it never occurred to me. As I moved the cloth to his penis, I felt it twitch and start to grow! I was torn between the need to go on and the feeling I should just stop! I tried to hurry, but before I could finish his penis had hardened and was in full erection in my hand! I quickly ran the cloth up and down his distended length before pulling away.
“Uh…go ahead and rinse” I said, my voice shaking.
“Mom….” he started “I’m sorry! I was afraid of this!”
“It’s o.k.” I said, my voice still trembling. “It’s perfectly normal”
“Yea, but not with you!” he cried.
“Well, it doesn’t know the difference!” I joked
“It’s so embarrassing!” he said “I wish it would just go down!”
“Honey, it’s all right.” I insisted. “Are you in pain?”
“No not really. I couldn’t do anything about it, even if I wanted to” he said, gesturing with his bandaged hands.
“Oh!” I said, getting his meaning. “I hadn’t really thought about that. Do you need to often?”
“Mom!!” he yelled. “Not that it’s any of your business, but…..I…take care of it when needed”
“Well, honey…uhm…have you figured out how your going to..uh…do that?” I asked, really concerned for my poor baby.
“No, not really.” he responded, reluctantly. “I guess I’ll have to try not to get too excited”
“Well….let’s get out and dry up” I said, anxious to change the subject.
As I stepped out and glanced at the mirror I realized that with my bra and panties soaking wet that the material had become semi-transparent! I quickly grabbed a towel and wrapped it around me. I then spread another out at arm’s length and held it there for Tim, being careful not to look.
He stepped into the towel and I wrapped it around him as he pinned it to himself with his arms. I vigorously dried him off, being careful not come near to his crotch until I was done everywhere else. As I worked my way up his legs it became apparent that his erection hadn’t subsided. I quickly ran the towel across his genitals, trying not to linger, but surprised at just how hard he still was.
We finished and he went to his room, only to return with his clothes! I forgot he couldn’t grasp them enough to pull them on and still needed my help. He turned his back to me, dropping his towel and I pulled his t-shirt over his head. I stooped to put his shorts on and he lifted each foot and stepped into each leg hole. As I pulled them up they snagged on his erection and I needed to gently lift it up to get the shorts by it.
“Ehhmm!” Tim grunted as I touched his member and pulled his shorts into place.
I felt really sorry for him, but there wasn’t anything else I could do.
He quickly left my room and I soon heard the sound of his bedroom door slamming shut.
The whole thing seems so bizarre when I think about it. I am a 53 year old women, happily married to a wonderful man. We’ve been married for over 23 years and have two c***dren, a girl 20 and a boy 18. It was a second marriage for both of us and my husband has three older c***dren from his previous marriage.
My daughter Cara is a Junior in college and is living at home, but she comes and goes like the wind. My son, Tim, is a senior in high school and just the best k** you could ever want. He is an excellent student and has lots of friends. He’s not much of an athlete, which is probably due to his slight size and build. He’s just about 5’9” and thin, not exactly the football type.
The whole thing started when I got a phone call from the burger joint Tim works at as a short-order cook. Some boiling oil from the fryer had splashed over his hands, burning them. They took him right to the hospital and then called me. I rushed right out and by the time that I got there they were just finishing up with him. The doctor said it wasn’t too bad, but that his hands would need to be wrapped for a week or so. He said they wanted to see him every few days to change the bandages and monitor his progress.
“You realize he won’t be able to do a lot of things on his own” the doctor said.
“Oh…I suppose that’s true” I replied, thinking about it.
“There will be awkward, private functions he will need help with now, like going to the bathroom.” he said.
“Hmmm. Well how do you suggest we handle this, doctor?” I asked.
“Quite simply, you are going to have to put pride and embarrassment aside. The way his hands are bandaged is going to restrict his ability to perform mundane tasks. He won’t be able to unbutton his pants or clean himself afterwards. I suggest for his pride you get his Dad to help as much as possible.” he suggested.
“But my husband works all day and his brothers don’t live at home” I replied.
“Its not going to be easy, but as I said, at times you’ll both need to put pride and embarrassment aside” the doctor replied.
On the way home Tim and I had a chat about his condition and the help he would need.
“I can’t!!” Tim cried when I told him about what he doctor said.
“Look, honey. It’s just until the bandages come off. We’ll get Dad to help as much as possible, but there will be times when he won’t be around. Just be grateful school is out
and you don’t need help there” I said.
“I guess” he said, reluctantly. “The whole thing is going to be so embarrassing!”
That evening after supper my husband and I were sitting in the living room talking about the whole situation.
“Well, he’ll just have to get used to it” Will said “I’m not exactly looking forward to it. I mean it’s one thing to lower his pants to let him take a leak, it’s another to clean him up after…..”
Just then Tim walked in.
“Uh..Dad..I need to…you know…” Tim said, all red in the face.
“Oh. O.K.” my husband responded and they both left.
A while later Will came back in and sat down
“How did it go? I asked.
“He was pretty out of sorts, but I talked to him and I think we’ll get through it. Maybe he can time it for when I’m here” he said. “but there are going to be times when I’m not here, especially when he needs to take a whiz”
“Don’t remind me” I said
“Well there’s another thing you should think about. He’s going to need to shower soon” he said.
“Why can’t you help him!?” I asked, panic-stricken.
“Two reasons. One, someone is going to need to get in there with him and he and I wouldn’t be able to move in the stall. Second, if I do it he’s going to have to wait until night, which means he’ll reek all day” he said.
But how am I supposed to get in there with him? I asked.
“Put a suit on or something” Will replied. “Look, the doctor said this would be awkward”
“Oh, I guess” I said, my mind going a mile a minute.
The next morning after Will left for work I was in the kitchen when Tim walked in.
“Mom…..I..uh need to….go” he said.
“Oh..sure honey.” I said, trying to sound as normal as possible.
When we got to the bathroom Tim just stood there. I hesitated for a moment, but then screwed up my courage. I went around to his back and pulled his shorts down, trying not to look. I waited as he went and when he stopped I reached down and pulled his shorts back up.
“See! That wasn’t so bad! I didn’t see a thing” I said, lying a bit. I couldn’t help but catch a glimpse of his cute ass, but I wasn’t going to tell him. I hadn’t really seen it quite a while and couldn’t help admiring it.
“Yea, just great!” Tim replied, walking out.
After we had eaten I brought up the subject of showering.
“Uh…how Mom?’ he asked
“Well, I’ll…get into a bathing suit and I’ll meet you in the stall in my bedroom. It’s a little bigger than the one in the hall.” I explained.
We each went into our rooms and shut the door. I looked at each of my bathing suits, which I haven’t worn in some time and decided on a different solution. I grabbed an old bra and a pair of cotton whites, the kind my k**s refer to as “old lady underwear”.
I glanced in the mirror at myself and wasn’t too disappointed at what I saw. Even at my age, I had managed to maintain a decent figure. I was still thin, with a hint of middle age bulge and round, full breasts that had just a bit of sag to them. My ass was wider than in my young days, but it wasn’t huge and it still had a nice, firm appearance. My brown hair came to my ears and only showed a few grays here and there. I had worked hard at maintaining my complexion and aside from some age lines, it was still smooth. All in all, I wasn’t exactly a head turner, but not bad for an old broad.
I quickly put on the bra and panties and got the shower going. Tim came in with just a towel wrapped around his waist and a couple of plastic trash bags to wrap around his bandages. I saw him give me the once over and look at me quizzically.
“What happened to the bathing suit?” he asked.
“Oh, I didn’t think it would be comfortable. Besides, you’ve seen me in my bra and panties many times before. I didn’t think you’d mind.” I said.
“At least you have something on” he replied.
“Well, you can’t take a decent shower with a bathing suit on, now can you?” I asked.
“I guess” he replied.
“It’s not like I haven’t seen you naked before” I joked.
“Not recently!” he retorted.
“I’m sure nothing has changed” I k**ded.
“MOM!” he cried
“Just k**ding! Let’s get it over with” I said.
I took the plastic bags and placed one over each hand and then wrapped some duct tape around the edges. He already looked like he had two giant oven-mitts on each hand. The bags only made them look more comical.
“Uh, can you turn around while I get in?” he asked. “Then I’ll keep my back to you”
“Oh, sure” I replied and turned my back while he got into the stall.
I followed him in and at first couldn’t help giggling to myself as he stood there naked. My poor baby! But as I reached for the soap and hand-cloth I couldn’t help but take notice of his cute man-boy ass again. It was adorable and firm without a hint of hair anywhere. I also noticed that Will was right about the tight quarters, there was barely enough room for both of us.
I quickly soaped up the cloth and started washing down his arms and shoulders. Every once in a while I would stop and let him rinse off. I washed his hair and his legs before I had to reach around and do his chest. When I was done with that I soaped the cloth and washed his ass, trying to get between the cheeks without being too invasive. It was then that I reached the moment I had been dreading. I needed to wash between his legs and wasn’t sure how to proceed.
“Uh..honey…I’m..uh…done..except for your privates” I said
“Oh, Mom! Do we have to?” he asked, mortified.
“Yes! You have to keep that clean!” I said
“Can’t we just let the water run over it?” he asked hopefully.
“You know that’s not good enough. You don’t want to end up with some form of crotch rot, do you?” I asked
“I guess not” he answered reluctantly.
“I’ll try and do it as quickly as possible.” I promised
I soaped up the cloth once more and reached around him, starting at the base of his testicles and working my way up. I had washed him like this many times as a c***d, but what became immediately obvious to me was that he wasn’t my baby any longer! I quickly ran the cloth between his legs, washing the areas as thoroughly as I could without lingering too long in any one place.
And then it happened! I guess I should have realized it, but it never occurred to me. As I moved the cloth to his penis, I felt it twitch and start to grow! I was torn between the need to go on and the feeling I should just stop! I tried to hurry, but before I could finish his penis had hardened and was in full erection in my hand! I quickly ran the cloth up and down his distended length before pulling away.
“Uh…go ahead and rinse” I said, my voice shaking.
“Mom….” he started “I’m sorry! I was afraid of this!”
“It’s o.k.” I said, my voice still trembling. “It’s perfectly normal”
“Yea, but not with you!” he cried.
“Well, it doesn’t know the difference!” I joked
“It’s so embarrassing!” he said “I wish it would just go down!”
“Honey, it’s all right.” I insisted. “Are you in pain?”
“No not really. I couldn’t do anything about it, even if I wanted to” he said, gesturing with his bandaged hands.
“Oh!” I said, getting his meaning. “I hadn’t really thought about that. Do you need to often?”
“Mom!!” he yelled. “Not that it’s any of your business, but…..I…take care of it when needed”
“Well, honey…uhm…have you figured out how your going to..uh…do that?” I asked, really concerned for my poor baby.
“No, not really.” he responded, reluctantly. “I guess I’ll have to try not to get too excited”
“Well….let’s get out and dry up” I said, anxious to change the subject.
As I stepped out and glanced at the mirror I realized that with my bra and panties soaking wet that the material had become semi-transparent! I quickly grabbed a towel and wrapped it around me. I then spread another out at arm’s length and held it there for Tim, being careful not to look.
He stepped into the towel and I wrapped it around him as he pinned it to himself with his arms. I vigorously dried him off, being careful not come near to his crotch until I was done everywhere else. As I worked my way up his legs it became apparent that his erection hadn’t subsided. I quickly ran the towel across his genitals, trying not to linger, but surprised at just how hard he still was.
We finished and he went to his room, only to return with his clothes! I forgot he couldn’t grasp them enough to pull them on and still needed my help. He turned his back to me, dropping his towel and I pulled his t-shirt over his head. I stooped to put his shorts on and he lifted each foot and stepped into each leg hole. As I pulled them up they snagged on his erection and I needed to gently lift it up to get the shorts by it.
“Ehhmm!” Tim grunted as I touched his member and pulled his shorts into place.
I felt really sorry for him, but there wasn’t anything else I could do.
He quickly left my room and I soon heard the sound of his bedroom door slamming shut.
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