It had been just over a week since the accident that resulted in Ellen Carson's burned hands. She had spent four days in the hospital and then was released to the care of her college age son. Her hands probably wouldn't require surgery, but they did require a special dressing that had to be changed daily and couldn't get wet.
Paul Carson was able to take care of the dressings on his mom's hands, make sure she took her medicines, and make sure she was eating her meals, while still keeping up with his class work. He did the laundry and kept the kitchen clean. There was only one part of his loving care for his mother that was lacking... and he knew it was time.
Ellen was sitting in her rocker-recliner, where she spent most of her waking hours, watching tv. Paul was doing some housework while he worked on the laundry. It was while he was putting a load of laundry in that he realized he'd been neglecting an important part of taking care of his mom. There was no laundry for her. She was still wearing the same gown and robe she had worn home from the hospital.
Paul sat down on the couch near her. "Um, mom, can we talk for a minute?" Paul asked her.
She clicked the remote to turn the tv off. "Sure, honey. What's on your mind?" she asked.
"Well, mom, you have to go in to see Dr. Andrews tomorrow," Paul said.
Ellen nodded. "Yes," she said.
"Uh, well, you haven't had a, uh, a bath or shower since you got home," Paul said. "I was thinking you might want to clean up before you go to the doctor."
This was a part of her care he hadn't really thought much about when the nurse was telling him about changing her bandages and making sure she wasn't doing things with her hands that she wasn't supposed to.
Ellen laughed. "I know. I've been wondering what we were going to do about that."
"Uh, well, I've been thinking about it," Paul said. "Um, you can't get your hands wet, so you can't go shower or bathe on your own. So I guess I'm going to have to help you."
Ellen nodded. She didn't look at her son. "I know. I thought about that, too. I just didn't want to bring it up because, well, I'm not sure I like the idea of my son bathing me. I've been trying to think if there is anyone we know we could ask to come do that."
"Well, you have a lot of your lady friends from your church group," Paul offered. "Most of them have come by to check on you since you've been home."
Ellen nodded. "Yeah, but I wouldn't feel comfortable asking one of them," she said.
Paul nodded. "I understand. You've had some other friends... from work and your social things you do... that have come by. They always say if there's anything you need, just let them know."
"Yeah, I know they say that," Ellen laughed. "But they don't mean it. I know because I've been on the other side of this, and I told them to let me know if there was anything they needed me to do. But if they'd asked me to come over and bathe them I would have felt very uncomfortable. Besides, even if they would do it, I don't think I could let them bathe me."
"I understand," Paul said. "It's not exactly the sort of thing I'd ask my guy friends to do if I was in that situation."
"Just your guy friends?" Ellen asked, smiling.
Paul laughed. "Well, there might be a few of the girls I wouldn't mind getting a sponge bath from," he admitted. "Do you have any guy friends you want to ask to bathe you?"
Ellen laughed. "I wish I had some guy friends like that," she said. "You know I don't."
Paul nodded sadly. He did know his mom didn't have any men friends like that. She had rarely dated in the almost ten years since his dad died.
"Well, I could call the home-health people," Paul said. "They told me that even though we're using them on a regular basis we could still call them for help if we need it."
Ellen nodded. "I know. And I've been thinking about that. But they are so expensive!"
Paul sighed. "So, we're back to me doing it," he said.
Ellen nodded. "Yes, that seems like our only option. Tell me, are you going to be terribly uncomfortable or embarrassed seeing me naked and washing me?"
"It'll be a little weird," Paul admitted. "But I think I can handle it. Are you going to be okay with me seeing you naked?"
Ellen took a deep breath and let it out slowly. "It'll be a little weird," she said. "But I think I can handle it."
Paul was thrilled! He had offered so many options to make it seem like he was reluctant, but he was hoping she'd shoot them all down. The thought of having his 49 year old mother naked, to get to rub his soapy hands or a soapy sponge over her body... just the thought made his 20 year old cock get hard. He'd been thinking about how best to give her a bath without getting her bandages wet, and he'd come up with a plan.
"So here's what I was thinking, mom," Paul said. "I can set up the massage table out on the sunporch. That's indoor/outdoor carpet out there, so it won't hurt it to get wet. And we have the big sink out there with hot water. I'll leave the blinds down during your bath and when we're done I can just raise the blinds and use the hose to rinse the soapy water out into the yard."
Ellen laughed. "Sounds like you've given this some thought," she said.
"I have," Paul admitted. "I actually thought about this whole bath thing a few days ago. We don't want to try a shower. It would be too hard to make sure we keep your hands dry, even with the plastic bags they gave me when we left the hospital. And trying to do it in the bathtub, even that big one in your bathroom, would be hard. I thought about giving you a sponge bath with you laying in bed, but then the bed will get wet. Then I came up with this idea. What do you think?"
Ellen nodded. "I think it sounds like a good idea. So when are we going to do this?"
