Helping Out a Sweet Boy

ARNIE

Well it's been three years since my boy accident and I have to say that he is doing much better than he was before. I went to the new life care place that I'd placed him in and continued giving him his daily and nightly care. A couple of months after he'd settled in there. I was in his room giving him his daily bed bath. I started with his face and his neck, then worked my way down his muscular chest. His pajamas were steepled like usual, with his enormous hardened penis standing straight up and almost touching his navel.

I rolled him from side to side as I wriggled his bottoms off. His penis sprang back, thumping hard against his belly as the waistband of his pajamas let him go. I couldn't wait to touch him, and feel his length inside of me, but the build up and the anticipation getting to that point was almost as enjoyable. I laid him back on the bed with the three pillows tucked under his head propping him up so that he could see everything I was doing to him. I wanted him apart of his care as much as I knew he needed to be. I wanted him to be able to help me, but the doctors said that it wasn't likely that he would ever regain use of any of his limbs, but I prayed daily for it anyway.

His penis throbbed on his stomach and my mouth watered to taste him. I moved his legs apart, joining his feet together at their soles. I stroked my hand up and down the downy skin of his legs, and worked my way up to his thighs. I cupped his testicles and gently and lovingly fondled them in my hand. I held his penis at the base near his testicles with my other hand, and bowed my head forward. His taste was rich and heady with musk, and I felt my juices begin to run. I lowered my mouth to his penis head and sucked it into my mouth in one large gulp.

"M-O-M," he moaned, as my tongue stroked the underside of his shaft and tickled the head of his penis in strong lapping strokes.

He closed his eyes and bit on his lower lip, while I pistoned myself up and down on his long shaft. I worked his penis deeper and deeper into my mouth. Over the past year or so, I think I'd become a lot better at "giving head." I kneaded my nails gently into the flesh his hips and propelled my mouth down farther onto him. I could nearly take all of him now. I was just shy of an inch or so from having him completely down my throat. His pubic hairs tickled my nose and the heady smell that came from him intoxicated me, and made me push farther to get that last inch or so into my mouth.

I took a long deep breath through my nose and held it, willing my throat to open and inch or two more. It did. I finally had all of him in my mouth, filling my throat. I exhaled slowly as not to gag, and continued to bounce up and down on his penis with my mouth. I felt the first waves of orgasm race through my vagina, and pulse into my panties. I increased my suction and soon he was panting and rolling his head from side to side on the pillow, as his penis erupted and his ejaculation burst into my throat. I was able to swallow all of his semen now. A practice I'd grown accustom to over the years. As the second burst hit the back of my throat, I inserted a finger in his anus and massaged it around and around. His moans came a little louder now and I was afraid that someone would hear us. I released his penis from my mouth, but kept my finger inserted in his anus, working it in and out with speed. I looked up at him and smiled.

"Shh, you don't want them to come running in now," I said, as I buried my finger deep inside his rectum.

His ejaculatory spasms began to fade, pushing out the last streams of semen onto my hand as I held it firmly and stroked it in time with my finger in his anus. He quieted down when the last of the spasms racked his body.

"I love you mom," he muttered, as I withdrew my finger from his bottom and reached for the washcloth to clean him up.

Later that afternoon was his speech therapy. His speech was coming along well since he started the therapy sessions three times a week. He had made such good progress that I was thinking about bringing him home to live, but I wasn't sure that I'd be able to handle the responsibility all by myself. His speech therapist was a beautiful young girl, a year or two under him named, Sasha. She had a long slender build, naturally bronzed, blemished free skin, and beautiful eyes. Her personality matched her beauty perfectly, and she always wore a broad smile when she saw my son. I knew she wasn't afraid of his afflictions just by the way she talked to him and the way they looked at each other, and communicated they way people who are attracted to each other do.

One day after his therapy session, I was gathering my things to leave. My son kissed me and thanked me for all my help, and I told him that I would be in early the next morning to see him. I pulled the door closed behind me and made my way to the foyer when I spotted her going on her break. I hurried toward her, calling out her name. She turned and smiled at me nearly splashing her beverage over the front of her top.

"What can I do for Ms. Arnie," she said, as we headed out into the afternoon sun.

"I wondered if I may speak to you for a moment, about my son?" I said, walking to the patio chairs and sitting down.

"Sure what is it I can help you with?"

I took a moment to think how I wanted to phrase what it was I was about to ask her. I took another moment to gage her reaction and response. I took a deep breath and began.

"Sasha, you do wonderful work with my son, and I can't be more pleased as to how he responds to you."

I looked at her more directly now.

"I think he may have a crush on you. Every time I mention your name or he sees you. He is all smiles and I love to see him smile so much. I was wondering if I might ask how much money you make working here?" Sasha looked at me cocking her head to the side.

"I, Ahh, well, I make about $25.00 an hour."

I nodded my head and licked my lips. Sasha was a very attractive woman.

"I want to take my son home to live, but I know I can not care for him by myself. I was wondering if you would consider being under my employ and helping me care for him. I will double what you make here."

Sasha eyes went wide and a smile crowned on her face.

"I don't know. I mean, I could certainly use the money, and I do like working with him."

"Then you'll come?" I blurted out.

Sasha looked down at her hands and then back at me.

"What exactly are the job requirements?" I took this as my opportunity to come out with what I wanted.

"Well, I'm glad that you asked. Do you mind if I give you a call later on when you are home and we can discuss it?"

Sasha smiled and jotted her number down on a strip of paper I handed to her. I looked at the number in my hand and smiled. I thanked Sasha for her time and headed to my car.

Later that evening I picked up the phone and dialed Sasha's number. The phone rang two times before her sweet voice answered.

"So, have you thought about what we discussed this afternoon?" I said with a little apprehension.

"I could use the money. I'm trying to pay back these student loans. I don't have a husband to help me."

I smiled at the notion that Sasha wasn't attached to anyone.

"Yes, about the requirements. He requires his daily bed bath, mouth care, and feeding as you already know, but there are a few things that he also needs for his daily care, that I have been providing for him, but I think it's time that someone else take over for me."

Sasha replied to me by responding that she was capable of providing those things for my son, but there is where I was afraid it was going to get tricky.

I cleared my throat and bit on my lower lip. "Sasha, as you know my son is a very young man. He is a very virile and handsome man that requires daily attention to specific needs that a young man has. I'm going to arrange for his release from the life care center day after tomorrow. I'd like you to come by my house and let me show you the ropes, if you'll accept the job?"

There was a long moment of silence. I knew that she was thinking over the pros and cons. I waited patiently for a few moments to wait for her response.

"Ms. Arnie, I have the day off tomorrow and maybe I could think about this tonight and get back to you tomorrow."

"Oh? Well how about you stop by the life care center around 10 after the nurses have made their rounds and I'll show you the routine of his care?"

"That sounds like a plan, Ms. Arnie. I'll see you then."

I hung up the phone feeling a relief and satisfaction that I hadn't felt since pleasing my son this morning and seeing the look of relief and pleasure written all over his face.

I went to bed that night with a warm fuzzy feeling between my legs that crept up my spine hardening my nipples and making me spread my legs and run my fingers over my vagina. I came violently before passing into a peaceful night's sleep.

I woke with new excitement. I couldn't wait to shower, dress and get to the life care center. I knew my son was waiting for his morning routine, and I took great pleasure in knowing that today wouldn't be just like the other days. Today would be special and a good surprise to him. I hurried into the shower my vagina wet already with anticipation of showing Sasha her new duties. I knew it would take her a little time to fall into the rhythm, but I would be there to assist her and to show her the steps to take personally. For my son, there was nothing too far fetched or out of the question when it came to his needs.

I arrive just a little after ten to see Sasha sitting in her car waiting for me. I exited my car as she got out. We shook hands and greeted each other good morning, before we started to my son's room.

I pulled open the curtains to the window and kissed him good morning. His smile widened at the sight of Sasha standing behind me.

"Good morning," she said.

My son looked at me smiled, and then looked back to Sasha moaning in the pleasure of seeing her.

"I've decided to take you home with me tomorrow son, and if Sasha here agrees to help me care for you. I'd pleased to have her. Wouldn't you?"

My son nodded in agreement as I turned to Sasha, and said, "Let's get started then."

I was almost certain that my son had a hard on already, and that his penis was exuding its slippery, wet pre cum onto his pajama pants. I reached for the basin and stepped into the bathroom and ran the hot water. I called out over my shoulder for Sasha to close the door and the curtain, place the chair in front of the door, and to start undressing him. I could hear her doing all I had instructed her to do thus far. When I returned from the bathroom with the basin of water, Sasha had just finished removing his pajama pants and was turning him back on his back. I placed the basin on the bedside table and smiled as I saw Sasha's eyes widen at the sight of my son's large penis that had already become erect.

She didn't hear me when I began to speak, because her eyes were feasted on his beautiful penis. I nudged her shoulder bringing her back as I poured a little bath gel into the basin.

"First we are going to wash his face," I said, running the cloth over my son's face and behind his ears.

"Next, we are going to wash his chest. His nipples are especially sensitive," I said, knowing that my son couldn't feel anything, but he could see everything, and I think he could remember back to what it felt like to have a woman touch his sensitive areas.

"After that is complete, we move lower. As you can see his is aroused."

Sasha laughed a little and smiled.

"I surely can see," she said as I dipped the washcloth into the water again.

"This is where his special care comes in. I want to be sure that my son doesn't become sexually frustrated anymore. He's been through so much; it's the last thing he needs to worry about. I don't care how you do it, but he needs to be relieved. This is what I do."

I proceeded to take hold of his hardened penis and gave it a few strong strokes up and down. I saw my son close his eyes. I looked at him as a smile graced his face. Sasha smiled too. I placed my hand at his testicles and rolled them around, using my other hand to stroke his penis up and down. The more I stroke, the more of his precious fluid escaped, leaving tiny see through strands dangling form my fingers.

I lowered myself to his penis and took it in my mouth. I turned my gaze to Sasha who was standing there looking at me open mouthed. I removed his penis from my mouth and smiled at her.

"Would you like to take it from here?"

I stepped back to give her room. She waited a few moments then stepped closer to him and looked down at his penis. She picked up where I had left off. You should have seen the wide smile on my son's face. To see this beautiful woman, his therapist, taking him into her mouth. I watched as she began to suck on his penis. Long gentle strokes up and down his shaft, her long fingers running over his testicles, and her tongue peeking out from behind her full brown lips as she moved them expertly up and down his length.

My panties were soaked as I watched her pleasure herself with her mouth on his penis, as well as pleasuring my son. He might not have felt it physically, but his mind knew exactly what was going on and the mind is the sexiest organ on the body. It didn't take long before she was moaning and bobbing her head up and down on him with great speed. When she pulled he mouth off of his penis, thick white cum dripped from her brown lips. She licked her lips clean and we continued with his bath. Once we had completed it, I kissed him on the lips and walked Sasha to the door. Out in the hallway I touched a hand to her arm and she smiled at me.

"He sure is a handsome man. I accept."

I smiled at her and wrapped my arms around her and hugged her. I walked her to her car and told her that I was going to see about his discharge right away. She smiled and stated that she would call me later to get directions to our home. I thanked her again and slipped a $50.oo bill into her hand.

"We'll see you tomorrow then."

I watched as she got into her car and drove away.

The months passed with a lot of pleasure. Some times I would let Sasha tend to my son's needs together, and other times, I would help her out. I loved to watch her climb on top of him and place her vagina to his lips. He would lick her vagina and she would suck on his penis. At night was when it was the worst for me. I would lay in bed thinking about his wonderful penis, and how it filled me up and satisfied me every time. I would think about watching my son and Sasha having sex, and the way she would ride his face and then his penis. Every time I thought about the things we've done together, I found myself on more than one occasion sneaking into his room and climbing into bed with him. I would lay my head on his shoulder and put my hand on his penis. Most times it was already hard and swollen, but some times, it lay flaccid and I would work it to erection while fingering his anus.

Sasha was even more beautiful naked. Her long legs, and dark skin made me tingle when I would walk in to see her straddled over my son's lap, plunging up and down on his hard erection. She has perfectly shaped buns that jiggle when she rides him. I fantasize about sticking a finger in her bum too. Her breasts are fairly large and the dark nipples always seem hard. Sometimes, I feed her nipples to him, holding her large globes in my hands and guiding them to his mouth. His speech has become almost back to it normal tone and pitch. Some words are harder to distinguish from the others, but for the most part he has recovered fully. His "cock" as Sasha calls it, never ceases to pleasure us women. Sasha and I have gotten pretty close ourselves. There have been occasions that I've put my fingers into her vagina so that my son could watch. I even bought another bed and put it in his room so that Sasha and I could give him that visual stimulation that men crave so much. I really think that Sasha knows how hard it is for me to be with out a man, and how hard it is to never have the feel of a man's arms around me. She comes to me on several occasions after caring for my son, and we've spent a few hours kissing and touching each other.

I especially like it when fondles my breasts and squeezed my nipples before taking them into her mouth. I never thought that I would touch another woman the way I've touched Sasha, but each day I find it grows easier for me to do so. I love the way her lips feel on mine, and I have to admit, I like the way her lips feel on my nether regions as well. Sasha and I have also taken turns sucking on my son's lovely penis during his bath time and then sharing his load of cum by swapping it around in our mouths. I've even given my son a taste of his own juices from time to time while Sasha milks his prostate. Her and I have even tried and really do enjoy that 69 position that she uses on my son. I guess she is so good at what she does for me, because she knows what it is to be a woman, and what a woman needs sexually as well as a man.

Sasha has recently moved into the big house. I didn't see why she shouldn't just live there with all that room we have, and her working so carefully with my son and myself, and besides, I'm going to be a grandmother soon. HOORAH!!

I felt it was the least I could offer the sweet young woman, my son and my grandbaby. Sasha's being pregnant has added a whole lot more to the care of my son and well, now myself. She is so beautiful naked with her swollen belly and her ripe nipples, and flowing vagina. I love to suck on her swollen tender breasts and to lick her juicy vagina. We allow my son to watch as often as he wants too, and if he falls asleep, Sasha and I meet up in one of our rooms, and bring each other to one wonderful orgasm after another while he rests. Part of me can't wait until she has the baby and I can suck some of the milk from her swollen lactating breasts, and watch her share it with my son. I noticed last week that since Sasha is getting bigger, she fears having intercourse with my son because he is so large, but I told her it is ok and that she can confirm that with her doctors. She stated to me that she doesn't mind, because she enjoys having his penis inserted into her anus just as much.

I watched her work her luscious behind down on his penis last night. Even though it looked like it would hurt. She writhed and wriggled on it as if it were the best feeling she'd ever had. As she raised herself up off of his penis, I could see his semen dripping from her tight bum. I think later on, if she comes to me, that I will ask her to finger my anus and penetrate me there as well. I have to say that things are working out wonderfully and I couldn't be happier. I'm sure as the time goes by, I will have more to write and tell you, but for now this is my story. I will keep you posted in a couple more months on our progress.