Today's the day. She gets released from the hospital and I can finally take mom home. We've been through enough as is, I hated that she had to stay at the hospital for so long without being able to rest in her own home.
It happened a couple months back. My parents were coming back from a date and they were hit by a drunk driver. They tell me my father died on impact, and that my mom was paralyzed. However she didn't give up and with the treatments she received mom has regained some movement in her legs.
Though she will still be in a wheelchair for the foreseeable future.
I stood outside by the car waiting on the nurse, said she would meet me out here with mom. Before long a nurse pushed a beautiful woman out. Her long black hair covered her left shoulder as she forced a smile my direction. She wore a baggy sweatshirt I had brought her to combat the hospital's frigid air.
My eyes unexpectedly drifted to her chest. From the movement of them along with the two very distinct bumps, I realized she wasn't wearing a bra. It only took me a second to realize I was glancing at my mothers large breasts before I quickly pried my eyes away.
I only looked because they were moving so much, yeah, what man's eyes wouldn't drift to them.
She wore matching gray sweatpants and when she came to a stop she reached down and grabbed her left leg, pulling it off the support and placing her foot on the ground.
The nurse quickly came around, "I'll help you get into the car Sasha."
I put my hand out motioning to the nurse, "No, I can handle it. Thank you for all you've done for my mom"
I bent over and put one arm under both her legs and the other around her back. After I picked her up in my arms I couldn't help but notice how small and light she seemed. I'm just under six foot and liked to lift weights but I didn't think any adult would be this light. Not that I had picked up my mom before.
The nurse quickly folded up the chair as I spoke, "you can put it in the trunk, it's unlocked."
I gently placed her in the passenger seat. She once again forced a smile but didn't say anything. I'll respect that she doesn't want to talk for now, it wasn't like there was much to say. I had been visiting every day.
I shut the door and walked around the back of the car to make sure the chair was stowed and the trunk shut.
The nurse stopped me, "she is a very strong woman, physically she has progressed leaps and bounds... but I think the hardest part from here on out will be the mental battle. Do your best to pay attention to her mental health in the days to come."
"I will, and thank you" I gave the nurse a hug.
She had been an amazing help through all this. She even took the time to give me personal lessons on what I would need to do from now on to take care of mom. I got in the car without saying a word and started driving us home.
It wasn't long before she said something, "you know I'm happy to come home it's just..."
"You don't have to think about shit like that mom, I'm just happy to have you back. Don't worry about a damn thing, I'm going to be taking care of you." I kept my eyes on the road as I spoke.
She put a hand on my shoulder, "don't cuss so much."
"Oh, sorry."
She rubbed my shoulder, " and thank you."
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It wasn't long before the awaited awkward time had come. The nurse had prepared me for this, I needed to help mom bathe and change. She could do most of it by herself except for getting in and out of the tub, and minor help while changing. I picked mom up and carried her upstairs.
Her face was bright red, she was a very shy woman even when she wasn't put in an embarrassing situation. I felt so bad for her but I couldn't neglect her just because of that. My father wasn't here anymore and I was going to make sure I took care of her.
I laid her down on the bed, she couldn't look at my face, "I'm sorry you have to do this, a child shouldn't have to take care of a parent like this."
I leaned over my mother and grabbed her face, pulling it towards me and looking her in the eyes. "It's a great pleasure to be able to give back to you. Besides, don't act like this wouldn't happen eventually. So what if you're not old and decrepit yet, you're still my mom and I'm going to take care of you. If your old and beautiful or young and beautiful, it doesn't matter"
I knew that line would really embarrass her but I had to make it a point to let her know that just because she was different now that didn't mean I thought of her different, or loved her any less.
"Now I'll go get the bath ready, you go ahead and take off your clothes. If you can't get them all off then I'll help you after I get back," she nodded her head as she stared at the wall.
This was going to be uncomfortable for both of us but we had to get used to this, now everyday occurrence.
After getting the water right and filling up the tub I walked back into the connecting bedroom with my mom now laying on the bed doing her best to cover her large breasts with one arm and her hand between her legs.
Her breasts spilled out from behind her arm but she managed to cover what must be her surprisingly small nipples. Her arms were more toned than I remembered them and her stomach was as flat as ever. However her legs no longer were as curvy as I had remembered from when we would go to the beach. They were slender but still shapely. I could see a clear gap between her thighs, she now had the legs of an athletic teenager rather than the curvy ones of a middle-aged woman.
My heart began to pound as I took in the sight. I thought I had prepared myself for it but her beauty had still caught me off guard.
Gathering myself I quickly walked over to her and went to pick her up before stopping, "mom, I'm going to touch you now, are you ready?"
Without looking at me she nodded her head.
Her not looking at me might be a blessing. If she saw the way my eyes scanned her body against my will it would only make things more awkward. Sliding my hands between her and the bed I felt her soft skin. She was trembling slightly.
As my hand ran across her back I felt what must be the scar from some of the surgeries she had undergone. I lifted her up and held her to me tightly.
Every step with her in my arms I could feel it starting to rise against my will.
Taking a knee I slowly lowered her into the tub. No matter how light she was, I grew unsteady the lower she got. She must have felt it because she reached out and grabbed either side of the tub, her breasts swinging freely. Her pubic hair was well trimmed despite just getting out of the hospital. I quickly turned around and leaned my back up against the tub.
"What are you doing?" her voice was a nervous wreck.
"If you think I'm going to leave you alone you better think again. Until we both get used to this and find a rhythm, I'm going to be by your side every minute of the day." I rested my arms on my lap, hoping to completely cover my erection.
"That isn't necessary, I'm not going to drown in a tub." my mothers voice was now more reassuring than nervous.
"This isn't up for debate" realizing how harsh that had sounded I turned to her to explain myself and make sure I hadn't upset her. Soon I was splashed with water as she brought her hand up to over my eyes. "Oh, sorry mom." I turned around.
"It's fine, just don't look. Okay?"
