I never dreamed I'd experience sex with my own father. Never. But it happened when I was twenty-two and he was forty-seven. My parents were on vacation in Montana when they were involved in an automobile accident on the Interstate. A car in the lane opposite theirs sideswiped another car causing the two cars to spin and turn over. An eighteen wheeler transfer truck behind them slammed on his brakes causing his trailer to jackknife and that was what killed my mother, their friends who were in the front seat, and left my father in the hospital in casts.
I lived outside Sheridan, Wyoming near where I-25 and I-90 intersect. I'm a civil engineer and had more work than I could handle. I received a call from my sister in Chicago telling me of the accident and within minutes I was headed to the hospital in Billings, Montana. Dad's shoulders, arms, and hands were in rigid casts, as was his left leg, and he was unconscious. When I came into the room a male nurse named Roger was bathing him. I'd never seen my father totally naked before. Oh, I'd seen him in his underwear as he was dressing but our family had not been one to strut around naked or barely clothed.
My parents had very firm ideas about proper attire, particularly with my sister in the house. My mother had been raised in a wealthy household with servants and one simply did not leave the bedroom unless fully dressed and that meant shoes also. I doubt I'd ever been able to wander around in a diaper as a toddler. Leah was two years older than me and from my earliest memories she'd always been fully dressed, a little clone of my mother. Somehow I knew my father was not as stringent as Mom but he went along with the program out of respect for her. If he ever came out of the bathroom barefoot or less than fully dressed, the icy frown on her face would have frozen the Sahara.
"Really, Arthur! I know you were reared in the hills but the past is the past," she'd say frostily.
"Doris, cool down," he'd reply, causing us all to laugh at his pun. When Mom was in one of her moods, it was like being in the Arctic. Cooling down was the last thing we needed.
Dad was not raised in the hills. He grew up on military bases all over the world and served in the Army in Korea before earning his law degree from Yale. It was there he met Mom while attending a social mixer at Smith College. Her father was a respected surgeon descended from a signer of the Declaration of Independence and her mother was a socialite descended from a passenger on the Mayflower. How Mom and Dad managed to find each other was a mystery to me. Never mind the fact they married and had children. My paternal grandparents were loving, fun people; my maternal grandparents were formal and cold. I always felt they thought I'd steal something valuable when I visited their home.
By the time of my parent's auto accident, both sets of grandparents were dead and Mom had inherited a fortune. Like many wealthy people the money had been put in trusts so the principal would not mature until the great-grandchildren - my own children - were at least thirty years old. My sister and I had been brought up to work hard and everyone was thrilled when Leah became a neurosurgeon. I was not considered a slacker but civil engineering does not have the cache of physician, not that I gave a damn. My career was my dream and I made a great living. I only used my trust fund for major purchases – a house, my Porsche, to pay off my education...
"Have you made plans for your father's care while he recuperates?" Roger asked, shaking me from my reverie.
"Not really. No one has told me anything about his condition. All I know is what I see and I know my mother is dead along with Alice and Nathan Lee."
"Sorry, sir," Roger apologized. "I thought the nursing supervisor or the doctor had already explained the situation to you."
He stopped his planned bath for my father, concern on his face.
"Dr. Haymons will be here at four this afternoon and he'll guide you through it all. That's less than an hour from now."
"Okay, but surely you can give me some idea of my father's condition. Will he need to be put in a nursing home or what?"
"Oh, no, sir! Your father broke both his shoulders, both arms and his right wrist in the accident along with his right leg but he'll recover nicely. I've seen his kind of breaks before. He's a young man still, only forty-seven. I'd imagine he'll be fully recovered within about six months. His shoulders will heal in about six weeks, the left maybe a little quicker because the break in it was tiny. His left arm will recover within about six weeks but his right will take about twelve weeks because the upper and lower arm got broken along with the wrist. As for his left leg, he broke both the upper and lower. The upper should recover in about twelve weeks but a break in the lower leg can take six months to fully heal. He might be able to lose the upper body cast in a few days. They don't use body casts much anymore but he was having seizures and moving so he got the full cast. When he settles down and we know more, we should be able to remove that part. Then his arms will at least have some mobility. He's asleep because he had a concussion that caused seizures and the doctor put him under but that'll wear off by tomorrow afternoon. The MRI shows no irreversible damage; in fact the concussion was minor and is already improving."
"Thank you," I sighed. "I don't think I could handle losing both parents at once. As bad as it sounds I don't think I could handle Dad being an invalid either. He'd never be able to stand for it. I'd have to hire constant nursing care to keep him from shooting himself."
"Well, that won't be necessary," Roger said softly. "In fact, your father probably will be able to go home within a couple of weeks if there's someone to help him care for himself. You'll definitely need a visiting nurse, though."
I looked at Dad. Some of the care he'd need was glaringly apparent. With no hands or arms and a broken leg, he wouldn't be able to eat or drink, dress himself, perform bodily functions, and I had no idea what else.
"The visiting nurse will probably have to come in every day at first but then as things improve, the visits will stretch out maybe every other day. Did you ever break a bone growing up and have a cast? Or live with someone who did?"
I shook my head.
"He'll need to be bathed. Someone will need to help him use a bedpan until he can be assisted to the bathroom. He'll have to be fed. There'll be a detailed care sheet filled out for him."
I looked at Dad. Even with his casts and scrapes he was still a handsome man. All my life I'd seen both women and men give an appreciative look at him. Six three with an athletic build, he looked like the jock he'd been all through school and university. Like I said, I'd never seen him fully naked before. I'd never known he was uncircumcised. His penis was thick and long like a beer can and the foreskin covered the mushroom shaped head completely. He had black curls on his chest with a narrow treasure trail leading to a thick mass of pubic hair above his penis, pubic hairs that also grew on his ball sack and around his crotch area. His legs were covered in the same dark hairs. They were long and slender, muscled from his regular biking. He had an old scar on his left abdomen from an earlier surgery I was unaware of.
Roger wiped his neck and chest carefully with a wet washcloth and then under his arms. He washed his legs and feet before turning him slightly so he could wash his back. As I watched he parted my father's buttocks to wash his anus and I saw the thick hair that grew in the trench between the butt cheeks. After cleaning his ass and refreshing his washcloth he washed Dad's genitals, carefully pulling his foreskin back to clean under it and I saw he had a shiny purple head that was expanding in size under Roger's ministrations. He finished quickly and saw my embarrassment.
"It happens to all guys when someone else is handling their penis. A bit more is involved keeping an uncircumcised penis clean," he shrugged. "You're a guy; you know what can happen when a stranger handles your privates, even when it's in innocence. I try to do it as quick as I can but sometimes I've even had patients to ejaculate on me. You'll find it's particularly difficult if your father had an active sex life. Suddenly, he can't even masturbate himself and he's going to get horny."
Something about the look I must have given Roger made him apologetic.
"I'm sorry, sir. I was just giving you an idea what it might be like to care for your father. Some adult children find it impossible to deal with a parent's nudity and bodily functions. Sometimes they just have to rely on nursing care because they can't handle it."
I shook my head in bewilderment.
"I don't know if I could, Roger. I just don't know..."
The physician came in with a deputy sheriff and I received the specifics about the accident. My father was the only survivor of the multi-vehicle pileup. He'd been thrown from his vehicle onto a grassy median while everyone else had been crushed by the transfer truck. The doctor had already spoken by phone with my sister and he seemed to think since she was also a physician that everything was in order.
Three weeks passed. I flew my mother's body back to Chicago and she was buried in the family vault. My sister and I agreed it was best for my father to recuperate with me in Wyoming before returning to Chicago. She was constantly busy as a surgeon and spent more time in the hospital than in her small apartment. I visited Dad daily in the hospital and he concurred. He didn't want to return to Illinois until he could do so under his own steam. I knew he was depressed about Mom but he never discussed it with me. A hospital psychiatrist treated him at his surgeon's insistence. Finally, after four weeks in the hospital, the day arrived for his hospital release and an ambulance took him to my home.
I have a nice four bedroom house with a bath in each bedroom. I'd made a few construction changes to the house to make it easier to deal with Dad, added safety grab bars and rails in his bathroom and bedroom so he could get around without falling as he regained mobility, also in the hall and den, plus I'd installed a buzzer system so he could reach me anywhere in the house with a button.
Finally, the ambulance and nurse had gone and Dad was established in his room. A nurse would visit every day and I'd taken extended leave from the firm. I could do that. I now owned it. I'd put a 60 inch LCD High Definition television on the wall of Dad's room with a VCR/DVD player attached. He'd already shown he could handle a remote control in the hospital but it had to be attached to his cast with a string so he could reach it. He was out of the upper body cast but still his arms were basically immobile. I set him up a television program and went to the kitchen to prepare supper. In the midst of getting it ready, the buzzer rang. I raced to his room.
"You okay, Dad?"
