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Denis grinned to himself when he saw his mother's, Tatiana's, car parked in the parking lot of the hospital he was to, unfortunately, stay in for the next few days. He could already imagine how she barged into the lobby through the main door, probably making a lot of other patients think that some doctor in here had hired an over-energetic escort in her early-40s before hearing her asking where her son was.
He loved her, of course, as any son loved his mother, but there was no sugarcoating what she was. Simply put, his mother was an almost archetypal golddigger, or sugar baby, or, given the country they were from and the country they were now in thanks to her newest boyfriend, even a mail-order bride.
Even now that she was visiting her son in the hospital, there was no doubt in his mind that she came in styled as she always was, with at least six-inch heels carrying her body, said body covered in skin-tight ripped jeans and a crop-top that showed off at least half of her large, fake tits, with flawless fake nails on her fingers, giant hoop earrings pressing against her neck and shoulders, and her red hair nicely-styled.
All of those suspicions of his, and more, were immediately confirmed as the doors to the room he was staying in flew open, and the woman who had given birth to him 20 years ago barged in.
"Ooh, my poor baby!" she yelled as she threw herself at him, hugging him tighter than he could remember in quite a while.
"Mom, Mom, I'm fine, don't worry," he reassured her as he gently freed himself from her grasp, moving her arms apart. "I'm not the first dude who got a nasty heat stroke and collapsed on the football field. I feel pretty fine already, I don't even know why I'm here today, never mind the other days I'm supposed to be there. Though how quickly I went unconscious pisses me off a bit..."
"Nonsense Denis," she sternly insisted, her accent returning and making his cock twitch a little. It was a pretty weird feeling, which he was unsure how to feel about, but he was undoubtedly assimilating to their new country a lot quicker, and the more their language skills diverged, the more and more he found himself looking at her bit by bit more as her last few lovers looked at her. A hot foreigner with a cute accent. "You need all the rest you can get. But, oh, my son, how hard is this going to be for you."
"It's really not that bad Mom. At least not as bad as any other hospital I've been in back there," he further assured her, trying to keep his eyes off of her cleavage. The surgeon who did her boobjob must've truly been a master of his craft. "As long as you're not a critical case or something, you can get whatever food and drinks you want, there's TVs everywhere, and so on."
"So?!" his mother fired back, jumping in place a bit as she did so, her boobs bouncing noticeably as she did so. "Is that supposed to be enough?" she continued as she sat next to him on his bed. "Honey, I know how hard this must be for a young man like you. I know what I'm supposed to do."
"Huh, wha-haah!" he gasped in shock after trying to laughingly ask his mother what she meant, as she answered his question before it could even be asked by quickly slipping her hand under his blanket and skilfully taking his already-half-erect cock out of his boxers.
"Honey, just let me do my thing. Just lay there, and feel the pleasure," she cooed, as her son's cock rapidly hardened in her experienced hand's grip. "I'll be damned if I let my baby have to sneak into some chemically-cleaned toilet in the night to relieve himself, or have to wait until some strangers fall asleep to do it, especially when you're in the age when getting your balls emptied at least twice a day is paramount for your entire health."
He wanted to protest at least a little but found himself unable to do much more than groaning a bit before relaxing himself on the surprisingly-comfortable hospital bed as his mother jerked him off. More than a few of his wet dreams were now becoming reality right here, right now, and he had no idea what to do or say.
When he stretched his right hand up, she immediately understood what he wanted. Her tits were already big enough for him to touch them, predictably, but she still bent forward for him and pulled her top up, freeing her breasts and allowing him to enjoy as much of her silicone-filled flesh as possible. Moaning and groaning as quietly as possible so as not to alert anyone to what was going on, he nervously looked at the revolving doors to the room as he continued to squeeze his mother's breasts while enjoying the unexpected handjob she was giving him.
"Hah! I love it when the doors close by themselves," his mother said as she followed his gaze. "We have a lot of privacy in here now. We should really use that for as long as we can."
