Misc. Erotica Mother’s Helping Hands

The next morning found me dry-mouthed and aching all over from the bruising of the accident. Mom was there seconds after my eyes opened, and from the looks of the big comfy chair she had dragged into the middle of my bedroom, she had taken up residence in here. She came in, moving slowly and quietly, holding a breakfast tray.

"You're awake," she said warmly when she saw my eyes open, "I have some eggs and bacon if you can manage to eat. The doctor said you should have something in your stomach when you take your pain pill."

"I am hungry," I said, realizing I was ravenous. Then a more pressing need presented itself, and my cheeks colored in embarrassment as I said, "But I need to go to the bathroom."

"Right," my stepmom said all business as she helped me stand and led me to my bathroom. One beautiful thing about having a father who is an investment banker is a super nice house. I was utterly useless and was feeling super frustrated as I had to side waddle my way in through the doorway. I couldn't even push down my pants, what eighteen-year-old kid wouldn't be mortified to have his stepmom pull down his pants and hold his dick while he pissed?

She said nothing as we oriented ourselves at the toilet. Standing beside me, she turned her head, looking away, and I did the same, my cheeks coloring red. I think the embarrassment was the only thing that kept my dick soft and thank god. I could feel her breasts pressed against my side, and her soft hair brushing my neck. Then her cool fingers took my limp cock and directed it, a torrent of piss streamed out. My whole body relaxed at the relief.

As I was finishing the embarrassment faded and I thought about my stepmoms hand, the one I had fantasized about for so many years, now on my cock and to my great shame, I felt it pulse, thickening and hardening in her soft hand. She sucked in a sharp breath, and I knew she noticed, her fingers flexing into my cock for one second. I turned my head back, but she was quickly putting my dick back into my boxers and cleaning up, her face composed.

"Let's get you back to bed," she said, finally meeting my eyes. She saw my embarrassment and her face filled with love and compassion. She came and held me close as she supported me back to bed. "We will get through this Jack, I know it's going to be awkward for a bit, but we will figure it out. I love you, and I'm willing to do whatever it takes to make sure you have a good recovery."

"Thanks, mom," I said, "I love you too." She kissed me on the cheek once I was in bed and then brought the tray over. She sat on the side of my bed and spooned eggs with bacon and mushrooms mixed in, into my mouth. Like everything else, it was awkward at first, but then we found a good rhythm.

"Maybe I will cook something more substantial for your dinner, how does lasagna sound?" Lisa came from an Italian family, and her lasagna was legendary.

"You know I could grow to like this," I said, chuckling, "being waited on hand and foot by a beautiful woman, some people pay big money for this." My stepmom laughed.

"Don't get too used to it, buster," she said with a smile as she scooped up the last of the eggs, "You're back to feeding and bathing yourself once your arms are out of those casts."

“Bathing?” I asked mortified. I hadn’t even considered that I couldn’t bathe myself.

"Those casts are going to be on for at least eight weeks, Jack," she said in a quiet voice, "and the nurse said you'd need to be bathed regularly, so the cuts and scratches don't get infected." I sat there mortified, nightmare scenarios of her laughing at my nakedness or something else equally bad, running through my head. My stepmom saw the look on my face, and hers softened as she cupped my cheek in one warm hand.

"Don't worry, darling, as I said; mommy will take care of you." In spite of myself, my cock throbbed at her husky voice. I took my morning pill, and as its narcotic effects dragged me down to sleep, I felt the sexual frustration, like hot rocks in my balls.

I woke in the early afternoon, and mom had set up the giant television from her bedroom up in my room. She pulled her chair beside my bed and made a big bowl of salty popcorn, although I had little appetite. I felt a swell of love in my breast as she queued up the Lord of the Rings trilogy, a series I had been trying to get her to watch with me for years.

We watched the first half of the first movie, and then she went off to the kitchen to pull out the lasagna. Coming back a while later with a giant plate, I saw she had a glass of wine for herself. This time as she fed me, it was much more comfortable, and she was even laughing and joking with me as she finished off her glass. The movie ended, and she helped me to the bathroom. Turning on some music in the house. Her cheeks were rosy either from the wine or embarrassment I'm not sure which, as she turned on the shower and let the water heat up. Coming back from the kitchen, she slipped my arms into trash bags and taped the ends off, sealing them. I felt ridiculous, and we were both laughing as she adjusted the water temperature.

"Ok mister, time to get you cleaned, you're starting to smell a little ripe!" She said in good-natured humor, trying to cut the tension now building. Then her cheeks coloring even further, she knelt and pulled my shorts and boxers off. I couldn't help but watch her face as she saw my nude form for the first time. Her eyes widened, and her breath caught in her throat. In embarrassment and awkwardness, I assumed.

Turning with my face beet red, I stood under the hot water, holding my arms up high to keep them out of the water as best I could. My mom didn't say anything as she squeezed a dollop into her hands. Pulling me back and to the edge of the shower, she took my head in her hands, she massaged the soap into my scalp. Her fingers were gentle, and the feeling almost hypnotic, and I felt myself relaxing back. The muscles in my back and shoulders were relaxing for the first time under the hot water, steam, and her gentle fingers.

“That feels good,” I murmured.

“I’m glad,” I heard her whisper behind me, “my poor Jack, you’re so bruised and tense. You needed this.”

I didn't argue with her, but as she finished up, I felt her large breasts encased in a white t-shirt and thick, supporting bra, brush against my back. Suddenly I was tense again, aware of how close my sexy stepmom was to me. My cock swinging in the water grew hard, standing out slowly and proudly as she rinsed the shampoo from my hair. I was cursing myself inwardly, imagining older women and men naked, baseball, anything to reduce my shame and make my boner go away.

“Turn back around,” she said, and I kept my eyes closed in both shame and because of stray soap and was able to hear her sharp intake of breath clearly. My arms were tired, and I rested the casts on the top of my head. Then I opened my eyes in time to watch as mom took a rag and soap in her hands and lathered it up. Her eyes met mine, and I saw hers soften, the beautiful green shining with love as she began to soap my chest and arms.

"I know this is awkward, honey," she said, a small and gentle smile on her face, all trace of awkwardness or embarrassment gone from her, "but to be honest, I'm secretly happy I get to take care of you like this. I feel it can only bring us closer together. Just relax honey," she had soaped up and scrubbed my legs, and now I felt her hands on my hips.

“Mom?” I asked my voice a little panicked even to my own ears.

"Just relax, baby, let mommy take care of you," I was facing into the shower, and I felt her arm snake around my waist and her cloth-covered hand wrapped around my steel hard cock. The shock and suddenness of her grip made me gasp.

"Shh," she whispered in my ear. I felt her grip tighten slightly on my cock, firm, and in control. Then she began to slide the rag up and down, her motion more stroking than cleaning. "You need this," I felt her press herself against my back, large, heavy breasts squished, and then the press of her hips on my ass was too much.

The orgasm rolled through me so powerfully I almost fell, but mom was there supporting me already, knees shaking and nerve endings tingling, the cum shot out of my dick, striking the shower wall in long thick ropes.

"Yes!" My stepmom hissed in my ear, her breathing was heavy and labored. Reality began to sink in, and as she wiped clean my dick, it was turning to steel once more in her hand.

My mom just jacked me off, I thought, not believing what had just happened. I turned in the shower to find my stepmom standing back with the towel in her hands, ready to dry me off. I opened my mouth to speak, but she moved a finger to her lips, her eyes burning intensely at me, her face cherry-red in embarrassment, shame, or drunkenness I wasn't sure. So, I said nothing and just smiled at her, trying to convey all the bliss and love I felt at that moment. She returned the smile and dried me off.

My cock was still hard as a rock, and she took her time drying me off, I watched her stare at it in fascination. I could barely keep my eyes off her wet white shirt as it clung to her bra and skin beneath. Neither of us said a word, and though I desperately wished for more, mom ended it there and slid a clean pair of boxers on me. She took me back to my room and helped me lay down. Setting up the pillows under my arms then getting up, she turned the light off to the room. I thought she was leaving, but she surprised me, coming back and sitting on the side of my bed.

“Jack,” she began her voice wavering and full of emotion.

"Thank you, mom," I said, quickly interrupting her. I was trying to catch her eyes in the dark, but it was impossible. "I just wanted to say thank you for everything you've done."

"I'm here for you, Jack," she said, caressing my cheek with one hand, "It's going to be ok; we will figure this all out. She leaned forward to kiss my cheek, and I'm not sure what came over me. I turned my head and met her full lips with mine. For one incredible moment, I felt her kiss me back, a soft moan escaping her throat, and the tip of her tongue just grazed my lips before she pulled back sharply.

"Jack!" she scolded, "I don't want you to get the wrong impression from earlier." Her tone softened, "Mom is here to help you with… certain releases. But it's so that you can rest comfortably. The nurse recommended it." That last, she added a bit defensively.

“I’m sorry,” I said full of shame and embarrassment, “I didn’t mean to, your just so pretty mom and your body drives me crazy, and I don't know why I did it; I'm sorry." Her face softened, and she stroked my cheek again.

"I understand, sweetheart and that's very flattering to hear, that you still think an old woman like me is attractive," I almost spoke then, correcting her, but figured it best to stay silent. "But this is just a treatment, that's all."

"I understand," I said. My eyes had adjusted to the dark, and I could make out mom's giant breasts still trapped beneath her wet top and the smooth skin of her long legs, stretching off the bed. I gulped audibly as I took her in, and she watched my face with delight. My dick was still steel hard from when I got out of the shower, and I shifted my hips uncomfortably.

"I can't leave you like this," mom said, her voice husky as she pulled back my covers slowly with one hand, her other tracing the muscles of my chest and stomach. I nearly came right then at the wicked smile on her lips. I thought I had died and gone to heaven. I cursed the situation that brought me to this moment but didn't let me touch or caress her perfect body.

Standing, she walked out of the room, heading down the hall to her room. I lay there for a minute, exposed in just my boxers until she came back with a small bottle of oil in her hands. Saying nothing, she sat on the edge of the bed and put a small dollop of oil in her hands. She sat with back straight, eyes on my face as her hand reached out and slid into my boxers.

“Haaa!" I cried out when her cold fingers slid over my shaft, and then the oil warmed as her hand pulled my cock out the fly of the boxers. I watched, fighting back the orgasm with every breath, as her small hand wrapped around it. My eyes traveled up her arm to see her breath coming in slow and deep as she watched her hand in awe. My eyes were focused on her beautiful face and watching the occasional sway and wiggle of her encased breasts as she stroked my cock from root to tip.

Her face turned to mine, and I saw it full of tender love and something else. Something more primal, and she leaned forward, her grip tightening and hand fisting my dick with more intensity. I felt my stepmoms hot breath on my ear as she whispered to me.

"You have the most beautiful cock I've ever seen, Jack!" Her lips brushed the skin of my neck for a second, and my balls tightened. She felt my cock twitching and thickening in her hand, her grip sliding over the head of my cock as once more a powerful orgasm built to a shuddering orgasm. "Cum for mommy!" I almost didn't hear the words so lost in bliss. I managed to see mom watching as my cock spew rope after rope of cum with awe.

Exhaustion swept over me in the wake of my orgasm, and mom left, returning with a warm damp cloth and cleaning me up, saying nothing but humming to herself softly as she did. She gave me a warm wet kiss to the cheek and whispering that she loved me, headed off to her bed. I slept like the dead, completely relaxed, and content in spite of the injuries I suffered.​