The knock on my bedroom door woke me up, less than a second later my mother came into the room. She walked over to my bed, grabbed my shoulder and gave me a gentle shake â7 oâclock, time to get upâ. As my eyes grew wider, I saw my mother leaning over me with her hand on my right shoulder. Her eyes werenât looking into mine, nor were they looking at my face. She had her vision trained on my crotch. I looked down my body to see what she was looking at, and thatâs when I saw that my sheet was raised significantly. I had an erection and it was forming a tent with my sheet. âIâm sorryâ I said as I rolled over onto my side, now I was facing away from my mother. âIts okayâ she said âItâs completely natural for a man to wake up with an erectionâ. I cringed when she said the word âerectionâ. Itâs a word mothers arenât meant to say, especially to their sons. I think she saw me screw up my face. âHey, when I was a nurse I saw this kind of thing everyday, its no big dealâ
âHow did you deal with it, when you were a nurse?â I asked as I turned back to face her.
âWell, I just left the room and came back in fifteen minutes. I let the patient sort it out.â
âOhâ
âSo thatâs what Iâm going to do know, okay?â
âYeh, alrightâ I said as I shrugged my shoulders.
âWhatâs wrong?â my mother asked me
âWell ever since the accident I havenât been able to âtake care of myselfâ â
âOh, I seeâ
Let me fill you in on a bit of background. About a month ago I was riding my motorcycle when I hit a stone on the road. I went flying over the handlebars and I severely broke both my wrists. I was completely incapacitated; my mother had been doing everything for me. I couldnât my wrists without some pain, I was taking painkillers but they only relieved the pain if I kept my wrists stationary, once I moved them or rotated them, they hurt like hell. So of course, I couldnât masturbate, the only âreliefâ I got was from wet dreamsâŚ
âOf course, I should have realisedâ my mother said âI had been so busy looking after you in other ways I had completely forgot about thatâ
âItâs okay, mom, thereâs nothing you could have done anywayâ
She sat down on the edge of my bed. âDoes it happen a lot?â she said as she pointed to the peak in the sheet. âJust the normal number of timesâ I replied.
âAnd what do you do about itâ
âNothing, thereâs nothing I can do. I just have to wait until it goes awayâ
âOh you poor thing, doesnât it hurt?â
âSometimes, but I just have to deal with the painâ
âDoes it hurt now?â
âA littleâ
It was hurting, I wasnât lying. My erection had started to go down, but when she sat next to me and continued to talk about it, my dick stirred back to life and became bigger than when she first saw it.
âWell would you like me to help you out with this too? I know your wrists give you a lot of pain, and I donât want you suffer any more discomfort. Especially when it can be stopped.â
âAre you saying what I think your saying?â
âWhatâs that?â
âYou want to ⌠masturbate me?â
âItâs not sexual, well it is, but I mean, Iâm just helping you out, just like I would if I was feeding you or driving you aroundâ You may ask whoâs been washing me and putting my clothes on since the accident. Well my father has been and no there havenât been any awkward moments.