Nurse Emily, Part 2
My mom ended up calling Mrs. Bower, our next-door neighbor and arranged a time for us to go over. Emily Bower was retired, having been an emergency room nurse for over twenty years. She was now in her sixties and had long, grey hair, that she kept pulled back in a braided ponytail that fell down her back. Her husband had past away ten years ago, a little after my dad moved out, divorcing my mom, and they both had struck up a deeper friendship.
Mrs. Bower was almost a grandmother to me, practically taking my mom in as her own daughter. I'd been over a few times, always with my mom, but I really didn't know her. She led my mom and I through her kitchen and into the living room, where she asked us to sit on the couch.
"So, what seems to be the problem?" she asked me.
My mom looked at me and I just stared back, scared as hell. I really didn't want to talk to a stranger... a neighbor... about an erection problem I was having.
"Well... Vince here got injured the other day playing football. I guess the quarterback decided to just throw the ball down at his privates," she said. "And he hit him pretty hard."
"Ouch... that must have hurt," Emily said, looking at me. I just nodded and looked down.
"Vince says he has a hard time getting any kind of erection and says it feels weird or something when he even tries. We just need to have an idea if we should go to the doctor or emergency room or something."
Emily stood and walked towards a desk nearby, opening the top drawer. She pulled out a pair of rubber gloves and slid one on her hand, snapping the rubber in place. "Well, let's take a look, shall we?" She started putting on the other glove but the look from me must have stopped her.
"Uh..." I said. "Do we need to do all that?" I had to admit, the whole rubber glove thing was just too clinical and made me wonder what she was going to do to me.
She nodded, looking at my mom. "Ok... you're right, maybe you'd be more comfortable if this was more... casual." She took the gloves off and tossed them in the trashcan.
"Yeah, I think that would be better," my mom said, tapping my arm to reassure me.
"You can relax," she said. "I'm not going to hurt you. But you're going to have to get undressed."
I looked at my mom, surprised, then back at Emily. "Can you both... like... leave the room so I can undress?"
"Honey," my mom said, knowing that it would be a little ridiculous.
"I don't think that's necessary," Emily said. "We're both going to see you naked anyway. Just get undressed and we'll wait."
I stood, nervously, and unfastened my pants. I pushed them down and stepped out of them, handing them to my mom.
"And underwear... and shirt," Emily said.
Shaking, I took my shirt off and handed it to my mom, too. Slowly, I hooked my thumbs in my boxers and pushed them down, using my legs and feet to get them off, all the while hiding my junk with my hands.
Emily moved toward me and removed the few items from her coffee table. "Go ahead and lay back on this. Let's have a look, shall we?"
I sat on the coffee table, definitely uncomfortably. The wood felt cold against my ass.
"It's ok," Emily said, grabbing my wrists and moving my hands away as she knelt on the floor beside the coffee table.
"Sorry," I apologized.
"No, it's normal to be a little shy," she said. She gingerly grabbed my shaft and moved it this way and that, inspecting my cock and balls. "You seem really healthy. I don't see any bruising or outward signs of damage. Let me ask you... how often do you normally masturbate?" My cock was laying in her palm as she looked over the shaft and head.
I looked at my mom as both women were now staring at me, as if waiting for my answer.. She tried to console me with her look, but it wasn't really working.
"A couple times a week, I guess," I lied.
"Not every day? You can tell me the truth," Emily said, seeing through my obvious lie.
I nodded, embarrassed to admit it. "Ok... at least... once a day."
Emily nodded. "Ok, that's healthy for your age. And now you can't get an erection due to... pain?"
"Yeah, kinda... it's not... you know... like, really bad pain... just... something," I said. It was hard to explain the actual problem. Especially when my mom could give me an erection so easily.
"He has had an erection since the injury, though," my mom was quick to admit. Too quick for my tastes.
"Yeah?" Emily asked, obviously wondering how my mom would know something so intimate.
"Yeah, I... uh... I helped him that night... after the injury," she said, realizing she was going to give away a little too much information. But Emily's look seemed one of clinical interest rather than scathing condemnation for our incest. "I helped him have a little... you know... orgasm... just to see if he was ok. At least as far as I could tell."
Emily nodded, seemingly agreeing that that was the best course of action for my mom. "Ok... that's good to know. I'll need to verify his erection, of course, and make sure there is no real injury there. I think you can help. As you know, I was a nurse for a long time and I've seen issues like this before. Some patients have been bad enough to require surgery, but most have been managed with some simple physical therapy."
"Physical therapy?" my mom asked. She was hoping this wasn't going to cost too much. We weren't exactly living with a lot of extra cash lying around.
"Well, yeah... but, don't worry, it'll be at home," Emily reassured her. "I'll give you all the exercises. It won't cost you a thing. We'll do some of the exercises today and see if that works."
"Ok... that would be good," my mom said, sighing in relief. "I'm really hoping there isn't a need for surgery or anything."
"The way it's looking right now, I'm thinking it won't." Emily walked back over to the desk and removed a small tube of some sort. There didn't appear to be much of a label on it. "This ointment should help both by encouraging the erection and by numbing any pain. I'll show you how, but I want you to put this on his penis twice per day at a minimum... once in the morning and once in the evening... and then as needed otherwise."
She handed the tube to my mom who kept it in her hand, looking at it a little.
