That night as he lie in bed Josh in bed awake and confused. His ejaculation was a blessed relief, and yet at the same time it was nearly mortifying. He had always been so careful about masturbating. He was always so quiet, and when he came he was ready with a small washcloth to catch the stuff and clean himself. He tried to never get any on the bed and he always slipped the cloth into the shower with him the next day. He'd towel off leaving the clean thing hanging so innocently.
But that was then. Now it seemed as though with his accident came the denial of any self-gratification and it seemed that with that denial his urges increased. But with his release that evening at the hands of his own mother came the confusion.
Shouldn't she have freaked out? Shouldn't she have scolded him for having a dirty mind or something? Shouldn't she at least have rushed away in her own embarrassment? But she didn't do any of those things. Instead she kept caressing his dick, stroking him and bringing him to an amazing climax. Then she shrugged it off as if it were a part of the natural course of things.
Was it? Jerking-off was. Everybody did it, and everybody hid it. But now that he could neither do it or hide it, maybe this was how things were, or how they naturally progressed. He thought long and hard about that as sleep took him.
Karen was very proud of herself. After the shower and all through supper she had been as cool as cool. She did the dishes, then made popcorn and joined Josh watching a ball game. After the game she saw him off to his room, helped him get into his pajamas and then said good-night. And there wasn't a ripple of tension or unease all that evening.
She was getting ready for bed before she could really take the time to think about what had happened. The boy's orgasm was, she figured, inevitable. The poor dear must have been so pent up. She remembered that before the accident he was almost constantly whacking-off at night. In the morning she could smell the sweat in his room and the unmistakable scent of a man's cum. And there was always that extra washcloth in the shower all wet and hanging beside the one that she had set out. At least, she thought, he was clean about it.
It bothered her some, but talking to some of the other mothers at work, and reading about it on the internet she realized that it was perfectly natural and normal. Girls were different. They needed more imagination and more physical stimulation. Still, she remembered taking herself around the world a time or two when she was a teen, which settled her mind and she thought nothing more of it. But now she could only imagine Josh's frustration, and his accidental climax in her hand was only to be expected.
As she stood before the mirror clad only in her panties she understood more. She had a fine form, unlike the other mothers who had let themselves go. And she knew that she was a focus of the fantasies of many of Josh's friends -- the way they'd gape sometimes made her giggle inside. And it also made her a little proud and pleased. She could only imagine the bewilderment her boy was going through.
So as she slid her nightgown over her head and the silken fabric nestled and snuggled her breasts, she crawled into bed feeling certain that the incident would happen again; as long as he was bandaged Josh would likely have more orgasms by her own touch. And, she determined that if at some time that orgasm was not accidental -- she would be ready.
The next day Karen was feeling more confident with Josh's progress and so wasn't so shy about leaving him alone -- for a little while. She planned to stop into work later in the day. After breakfast they sat at the table and did his homework. She noticed that he would steal glances at the lace trim of her nightgown. She also noticed that the skin on his arms and knees looked a little dry and flakey. The doctors had warned her that that was a side effect of the medication. So she left for the office to pick up her own homework and on her way back she stopped at the pharmacy and bought some baby oil.
While she was away Josh watched TV. He didn't dare look at his secret magazines, and the computer was simply out. He tried to avoid it, but that soap opera captured him again. The cameras seemed to take every opportunity to show the actresses" flesh. The lighting was always low and moody, and the tanned, toned bodies before him seemed to glow. Even the commercials seemed designed to titillate; they could make shampoo an object of desire and he was getting aroused just watching silky, shiny hair flowing in some manufactured wind.
Hs finally had to shut the thing off. He did his exercises and that brought him down some. After almost an hour he flopped back on the couch. He was pretty sweaty. He turned the soap back on, clutched a throw pillow to his crotch and humped it, just a little.
"I'm home," Karen cried from the living room. "Whatcha watching?"
"Nothing!"
He tossed the pillow. He tried to grab the remote and change the channel, but his sweaty toes dropped the thing.
"Whoa," Karen said standing in the doorway. "That is some dress she's hardly wearing. I didn't know that you were into the soaps."
"Naw," he said trying to sound nonchalant. "I was just surfing around."
"I see you exercised."
"Yeah, and I need a shower. Sorry."
"No problem."
She wore cut-offs and another tee shirt in the shower. This time she wore a bra, but still the silhouette of the pretty thing clutching her body was a thrill in itself. She seemed to be in a hurry, and he figured that she was eager to get to her work. She scrubbed him thoroughly; she even washed his penis and balls lathering them up well. But he was only half hard when she rinsed him and soon enough she was drying him with her towel trick.
But once she had gotten his underwear and shorts on she began applying some lotion to his skin.
"What are you doing?" he asked.
"Your skin is flaking," she said as she rubbed. "It's just baby-oil. They said this might happen. It's because of your meds. Turn around."
She massaged the oil into his shoulders and arms, his chest and back. And then she knelt down and began on his thighs. Her fingers felt even softer as the lotion warmed and glided along his skin. She began working his inner thighs and he felt that quiver as she worked higher and higher. His shorts hid his bulge.
