Injured Hands

Thank you for reading my story, I hope that you enjoy it. Love Mica xx, Yorkshire England.

All email comments good or critical welcome. Rude or abusive comments may result in blocking. Please note that I am a British female, and I write in British English and vernacular, so for me a fanny is the correct term for female genitalia, a pussy is a pet cat, and the ass is a bum or arse.

I apologise for any typo errors in my story - I edit these myself, and I'm not perfect...

I had finished the cleaning, all the skirting boards wiped, the corners where the robovac doesn't reach were cleaned, and surfaces dusted. I was buzzing at how clean everywhere looked. Jack would be home soon and we were going out for a meal to the Wyke Lion, a rather nice pub that we had discovered.

There was no reason other than a night for the two of us to enjoy, we had been married twenty five years, and even though this wasn't our anniversary, there was no reason not to celebrate and so we were going to dress up and go out. It wasn't really a dressy pub, but we were doing this for us, not the establishment.

Everything tidied away I went up to our bedroom, undressed and turned on the shower. I got under the falling water and just enjoyed the sensation of the drops landing on me. I rubbed a hand over my mons, yes, a tidy was required. I stepped forward out of the water and spread shaving gel.

I slowly ran the blade over me, ensuring no nicks, this was the last time this blade would be used, it was its third outing, and three time's the charm for me with razor blades. I carefully separated my labia and just ensured that there were no spiky little stragglers, luckily I don't usually get any hair 'down under', it all grows up front.

I went back under the water and sluiced away the gel, rubbing my hand gently I could tell that all was well, smooth as a baby's bottom, perfect. I washed everywhere, twice, just to make sure, and then after I had turned off the water, I wiped as much water off me as I could before I stepped out and patted myself dry with a towel.

I took of my shower cap and hung it back up and stood at the sink and cleaned my teeth. Once that was done I used my roll on deodorant in my armpits, but not down 'there', oh no, that is not a pleasant taste, and I had intentions for later.

I sat on the bed and heard the front door open.

"Up here," I called to Jack, his way of opening and closing the door is distinctive, I had no worries it was a burglar, I knew my husband when I heard him. A moment later he walked into the bedroom, and bent and kissed me.

"Let's skip the meal, you are good enough to eat," he said as he began to strip ready for his shower.

"Eurgh," I said, "you need a shower, and anyway I am hungry for more than your body." I laughed and returned to applying my makeup. Today I was going to be wearing red, and so my makeup, especially eye shadow, would be red to coordinate.

As I applied my eye shadow, I half watched Jack as he undressed, hanging his suit up and putting his shirt and underwear in a pile to go into the laundry, a little tickle in my groin as I watched his half hard dick and balls swinging between his legs. 'Later' I thought.

Makeup applied I turned to what I was going to wear. A lacy and almost sheer scarlet red bustier was first, supporting my boobs and just about hiding my nipples, straps for my stocking hanging from the bottom, and then a pair of matching and almost not there knickers, hiding in my bum, and just about covering my fanny, again very sheer, nothing would be left to the imagination.

I unfurled my stockings up my legs, ensuring the dark red seam was straight at the back, and then clipped the tops into my bustier straps, no need for a suspender belt. And then the killer, my red Yves St Laurent dress. Deep front showing my cleavage and high up my legs, a beautiful dress that did everything a woman wants a dress to do. Shoes were my six inch black with red sole Laboutines.

I stood and looked in the mirror, and I smiled. God, I scrub up well. Pleased with my efforts I grabbed my bag, a vintage bag with the cover of Harpers Bazaar magazine, rare to see these days and a bit of an eye catcher. I was ready, and my stomach was churning a little, I was hungry.

We pulled into the car park, I had won the toss, and Jack was driving home tonight, and so I drove there. After I parked I slipped off my driving shoes and put on my Laboutines, Jack was already out and opened my door and gave me his hand and helped me out. We walked arm in arm and entered the restaurant, the slight drizzle in the air no dampening our evening in the slightest.

We were seated at a window table, the car park hidden from view, but the passing traffic could be seen. Jack chose the Moules Mariniere for his starter, and I went with the Calamari. We ordered a bottle of Fleurie and a bottle of carbonated water to go with. Jack would have one small glass of wine, but that was all he would take as he was driving.

For our mains we both chose the Rib Eye steaks with sides of Truffle and Grana Padano fries, and skewered prawns. Not really surf and turf, but reminiscent of. Jack said he would have his glass of wine with the steak, I poured him a small glass and myself a larger glass. The evening went on delightfully, no annoying people at a nearby table, the food was great and the wine went down well.

We drove home along relatively quiet roads and as Jack locked the car I opened up the house and then locked up behind Jack as he came in. I turned from locking the front door and found myself in Jack's arms, his lips pressing against mine, kissing me, his hands on my buttocks, gently lifting me to him, I sighed with pleasure as our tongues met.

Jack led me upstairs, and in our bedroom he turned me around and undid the catch and zip on my dress, slowly then peeling it off me, letting it fall down, revealing me in my underwear, my sexy date night lingerie.

"You are gorgeous," he said as he turned me back to face him, "with or without the lingerie, you are gorgeous. I do love you."

I started unbuttoning his shirt, slowly, my hand slipping inside to rub his chest as each button was released, "thank you," I replied, "I am glad you still feel that way, and you are still devilishly handsome my man."

His hands were behind me starting to undo my bustier, and I stopped him. "Stocking first baby," I said. Jack fell to his knees and undid the suspender clips to my stockings and then planted a gentle kiss on my fanny through my knickers, that elicited a real sigh of pleasure from me.

He stood back up and finished undoing and removing my bustier, leaving me standing in skimpy knickers and drooping stockings. He smiled and stood back, undoing his trousers and kicking them down and stepping out of them and then pulling his unbuttoned shirt off. He was wearing my favourite silk boxers, so sensuous, and flattering of a shapely bulge.

He pushed me gently back until I sat on the bed and knelt before me, rolling each stocking slowly down my legs before his hands turned to my hips and gently eased my knickers down and off, his head sliding between my thighs and his tongue between my lips as he kissed my fanny.

I lay back, my feet still on the floor, my husband between my legs, his tongue tracing along my valley floor, circling my entrance and then moving up to gently suck and kiss my clitoris. My pleasures began flowing faster and faster, my pressures built and I felt like I was in seventh heaven and then I gasped as fingers gently pressed into my fanny, past my entrance, through my opening and into my depth.

I had my eyes screwed tightly shut, I wanted to experience the feelings, his fingers opening and closing inside me, movements over which I had no control. What would he do next? Scissors? In and Out? I had no idea and that enhanced the excitement. His tongue gently worked my clitoris, rolling it around the tip of his tongue.

I loved how the rough side of his tongue caught my clit, causing rivers of pleasure, how his fingernail scraped against my hymen scar, making my pressures build even more. My electrics were fizzing, my body began bucking and my fingers screwed hard into our mattress, and I screamed.

My release came quicker than expected, my body shot high in the air, my back arching as all my muscles spasmed as my orgasm erupted and exploded through my body. Slowly I managed to get my breath back and I opened my eyes, Jack was peering up at me, a broad grin on his face.

I used my elbows to row myself back onto the bed properly, laying, waiting for my husband. He climbed up and lay next to me and we kissed, his face wet with my juices. My hand went down, and I found his dick, hard and ready. I bent over and took him into my mouth, time for the goose to get some gander sauce.

I pulled his foreskin down with my hand, feeling it fold over his rim releasing his glans in my mouth. I ran my tongue around his rim, Jack squirming with pleasure, his heels pressing down hard on the mattress. I sucked a little and then began a mouth shag, moving up and down his dick as if it were in my fanny, but with added suction.

Faster and faster, I went, Jack gasping, gulping in air and then he held my head, stopping me.

"I'm not a teenager anymore baby," he said. I knew what he meant, recovery time isn't what it used to be. I slowed down and released his dick from my mouth, simply kissing his shaft and then I rolled over and lay atop him, my mouth kissing his, my hand lining his dick up with my entrance.

As I sank onto him his dick passed my entrance and my fanny widened to accommodate him, his foreskin rolling back and his rim sliding along my inside. He filled me, his balls just below us, hanging in the space between his thighs, just out of my reach. I raised my hips, his dick almost sliding out of me, and then I sank down, his dick filling me once more.

Jack had his arms around me, we were kissing and then suddenly he flipped me, and I was on my back with his dick pushing hard inside me, his balls resting on my thighs. I broke our kiss, "I thought you couldn't pull teenage moves anymore," I laughed. He simply silenced me with a kiss, a pull back and then a thrust.

I gasped loudly as he shagged, my fingers pressed onto his back, my legs apart, my heels on his buttocks, pressing them as he thrust in, releasing the pressure as he pulled out. He began to go faster, press harder, go deeper, my pleasures were flowing again, my pressures building and my breath simply gasps.

We shagged and we kissed and we loved and then he thrust in hard, gasping in time with me and he stopped, simply pushing in hard. I felt the coolness of his spurts as he ejaculated deep inside me, flooding me.

We lay for a while and at some point I drifted off to sleep. When I awoke later in the night Jack was beside me. I snuggled up to him and fell back to sleep. A perfect time.

In the morning Jack had beaten me to the shower, both towels were wet, oh what does he do that uses both towels? I got a dry towel out of the hamper and showered, douching to remove his residue, no woman likes that oozing out into their knickers all day let me tell you.

My morning was spent tidying my cupboards, goodness I had some products that were months past their use by dates, why do I buy stuff and then not use it, who knows. My phone rang, it was my son Simon.

"Hi Mum, er, can you pick me up from the hospital?"

It turns out that he was at the hospital having had an accident at work, hurting both arms when some shelving collapsed on him. He couldn't drive, so, could I go get him? Well, of course I could. I drove to the hospital and managed to find a space to park not far from the Accident and Emergency entrance and went in to try and find him.

I asked at the reception and they directed me to an area just to the side, and there he was. Oh my, both lower arms and hands were encased in some kind of fibreglass and plastic coverings.

"My Good ness Simon," I said all hurriedly, "what on earth?"

"My wrists are broken Mum, so they have had to immobilise my hands so that the tendons don't pull the bones whilst they are healing. Going to be like this for about six to eight weeks."

Simon explained that some shelving at work in the warehouse collapsed as he was standing near, he had heard the creaking and was trying to move away, using his hands to shield his face, but the whole lot came down and trapped his arms. His wrists had fractured, but had saved him from further harm.

Obviously there was a big investigation going on at work, involving Health and Safety people. His boss had said that Simon would be on full pay whilst he was off and that his next performance review would be walked through and not to worry about his job, this was absolutely not his fault.

That was good, I supposed, I knew that Simon really liked this job, but the priority was to get him healed. It was obvious that he couldn't really go to his home, he couldn't look after himself. He wouldn't be able to get dressed, and even eating would be difficult with his hands immobilised.

"You will have to stay with your father and me whilst you have the cast on. Goodness knows I am pleased that we haven't stripped your old room yet, we had planned on doing that this summer, you can stay there, and you'll have your father and me to help with what you can't do because of your casts."

"Okay Mum," he said, I think he was still a bit full of the medication, he was normally a lot more bouncy, he seemed somewhat subdued, it may of course also have been the shock. As we were driving I used the hands free to call Jack and explain what was happening, Jack said that he would try to get away from the office early and would see us later.

Back home I got Simon into the house and sat in the lounge.

"Mum," he called as I was just in the kitchen putting the kettle on for tea, tea sorts out everything in my mind.

"What baby?" I called back.

"I need the loo and I can't, well, I can't undo my trousers Mum."

Oh. "Okay, I'm coming."

He was standing in the downstairs loo, his hands hanging at his sides, unable to undo his zip and take his dick out.

"Okay, if I undo your trousers will you be able to do the rest?" I asked him.

"God Mum, I fucking hope so."

I let his language go by, "Okay, I will stand behind you and undo your trousers and pull them down, hopefully you can then wee. I assume it is only wee?"

"Yes."

I stood behind him and put my arms around, I undid his belt, then his zip, and pulled his trousers and underpants down. "Right, there you go." I said, standing slightly back, just holding his trousers and underpants loosely from the back.

"Oh fuck."

"What's the problem Simon?"

"I can't aim, I can't hold my dick."

"Right." I suppose I should have expected this. I reached around him and took his dick in my hand. "Tell me if I am aiming it in the right direction," I said, trying very hard not to think about his man meat in my hand.

"Yes, just there," and I felt his dick tremble as he started to relieve his bladder. I had done this with Jack when we had been playing in the shower, never imagining I would be doing this with my son, although of course we weren't playing.

"I've finished Mum, er, can you, you know, get the drips out."

Thank goodness for being married and having done 'things' with my husband. I knew what to do. I pulled his foreskin back a few times and waggled his dick. I then pulled his underpants up and then his trousers, doing everything back up.

"Right, you go back in the lounge, I just want to wash my hands," I said stepping to one side. At least I had managed to avoid actually seeing his dick, not something a mother should see, her grown up son's adult penis.

I gave some thought to what had just happened, we couldn't continue like this. "Simon," I called, "I have an idea."

"What Mum?"

"You can't be struggling to undo your clothes every time you want the loo. How about I get you a robe, well two so one can be in the wash. Then if all you wear is the robe, you might be able to simply pull it open and well aim. You might have to practice the aiming a bit, but if you miss and it goes on the floor, just tell me and I'll disinfect and mop the floor. You won't need me all the time then."

"Okay Mum, we can give it a try."

"Right then, I am going to go to Primark and get a couple of robes, I'll get them extra large so that you have plenty to wrap over and cover yourself with. I'll be about an hour. Do you want anything before I go?"

"No Mum."

I was just under an hour getting to Primark and back. I managed to get to XL sized men's robes, one in blue, the other in white. They had good big sleeves, so should be easy to get on and off for him.

When I got back into the house Simon was sat quietly in the lounge, I suspected it had all got a bit much, and being alone for the first time since the accident, he had time to think about the potential of it all, and that perhaps he had gotten off lightly.

"Do you want a drink or anything Simon?" I asked him.

"No, I'm alright Mum. Can you or Dad go into work at some point, all my keys and stuff are at my desk. My car is at home, 'cus I go by bus, but all my house keys are at work."

"Yes of course, if you arrange it with your boss, I'll go in tomorrow morning. I can dial the numbers, you just do the speaking whilst I hold the phone."

I showed him the robes, "these should do, different colours, so we can easily cycle them, knowing which one needs washing. Now, let's get you out of those clothes. Do you want a shower?"

"Perhaps tomorrow Mum please."

"Okay, right then."

His shirt sleeves would not pass over the casts, I had to cut them and basically destroy his shirt. "I can try and sew it up for you if this is a favourite shirt," I said, he just shook his head. I undid his trousers and pulled them down, leaving him in just his underpants.

"Stand up, we'll get your robe on, and then I can pull down your undies."

Simon stood up and the robe went on, just clearing his casts fortunately. I stood behind him, pulled his robe up, and his underpants down.

"Right, you are naked under the robe. Go into the loo and see if you can pull apart the robe enough to be able to wee."

He went into the loo and I heard a small wee occur.

"All good Mum," he said coming back into the room, his robe was apart though, and I got a full frontal view of his dick. Goodness, he was bigger than his Dad by the looks, and my fanny twinged, and I was embarrassed by my bodies reaction, and my cheeks felt flush. His dick had not been entirely soft shall we say.

"I have a problem Mum and I don't know what to do about it, and I don't even know how to say it to you."

"I am your Mum Simon, you can pretty much say anything to me."

"It's embarrassing."

"Don't be silly Simon, I won't be embarrassed by anything you say, and neither should you be."

"I usually do it two or three times a day and now I can't do it at all."

"What Simon, what do you do everyday that you can't do now?"

He looked at me and then at the floor, realising at that point that his robe was open and that I could see his dick. "Masturbate," he said quietly.

"I see. And what do you propose? Can you not, well, abstain for a while, at least until your hands get better?"

"It doesn't work like that Mum, the pressure just gets more and more and then I end up hard all the time."

"Okay." What should I do I wondered. "Do you have a girlfriend I could invite around who could perhaps help you out?"

"No Mum, I have only just started seeing Sophie and we haven't really got that far."

"Could your Dad help you?"

"God no," he shrieked.

I went into the kitchen and got a dirty sock from the laundry and went back into the lounge. I stood behind Simon and put the sock over his dick. "Down to me then I suppose. Do not ever mention this to anyone, especially your Dad."