It was late in the morning when I woke, the sun well up. I didn't remember falling asl**p, though I obviously had. But what I did remember, quite distinctly just before then, was the incredible mind-blowing orgasm I'd experienced just before I had literally passed out. I opened my eyes, just in time to see Nurse Irritable walk into my room. For the first time she actually smiled at me.
"You must be doing better," she said walking over to hand me some pills and a small plastic cup of water. "You made it through the night without the need for more pain meds," she then added.
I could feel the pain now however, my leg and arms aching horribly, though even I had to admit, not nearly as much as they had been. Even so, I gratefully swallowed the pills, looking around for mom though she wasn't in the room. Noticing I did, the nurse answered my question without it being asked.
"Your mother told me to tell you she'll be back late this afternoon," she explained. "And she also told me to tell you that you should try and get some more sl**p, if you can."
I did so, closing my eyes, not opening them again until I heard the sound of her voice later on that afternoon, waking me.
"Brian? Are you awake?"
I opened my eyes, smiling as I saw mom standing over me, the touch of her hand as she swept the hair out of my eyes. She smiled back, but then spoke, worry lines coming into her face as she did so.
"About last night..."
"Yes, thank you," I told her. "You have no idea how much that helped me to sl**p," I told her, heading her off as I knew damn well where she'd intended on going with this. I'd already had this conversation with her, well ahead of time, speaking both roles, arguing both sides, and then surprisingly, coming to terms with it for both of us. I made some motion with the heavy lead weights of the casts on my arms, lifting them just barely, unable to bend either one of them, ensuring she saw that. "Remember that talk we had years ago?" I then asked.
She laughed, smiling. "Which one?" She was right, we had had so many.
"That time when you caught me masturbating, and then told me how it was a normal, natural thing to do."
"Yes...I remember," she said actually blushing, though I am sure part of that was due to the recent intimate encounter we'd just had.
"Well, obviously, it helped me to sl**p, and according to Nurse Awful, I managed to make it through the night without the need for any more pain medication. So...I owe that to you," I informed her. "Since I obviously can't very well do that myself at the moment," I added with my leaded weight arms still practically pinned to each side of me there on the bed. It was a monumental effort to even shift them a little, trying to find a way to make myself a bit more comfortable as I lay there.
"No buts," I said heading her off. "Don't even go there mom," I said simply. "I can't do it, and I sure as hell don't think Miss Crotchety would be willing to, not to mention the fact I'd actually prefer it if she didn't. You on the other hand..."
I saw her face brighten in surprise, the fear of what I might have thought, or been thinking, well off the mark as she stood there looking down at me.
"And besides, it's like being a junkie, if I can't do it to myself...who the hell else is going to? Unless it's someone I trust and care about...and love," I then added letting her know in that instant, that what she had done for me, I had found to be the most loving and caring of acts I had ever known.
"So you're not..."
"I'm not, anything...except pleased," I said grinning, interrupting her once again, taking away her nervous embarrassment, and guilt in one fell swoop. "And mom?"
"Before you go home tonight? Will you do it for me again?"
This time she looked at me and smiled, pausing only for a moment as she thought about it, "Yes honey...I will."
We watched some TV together, chatted about normal things, as well as friends and well-wishers who had spoken to her. She'd even told me that Valerie, and the twins had planned on coming to see me tomorrow, now that I was considered to be out of critical condition, and could have visitors. Night fell, the pain meds once again wearing off, though it was still a couple of hours yet before I could have any more. It was uncomfortable, and she could see it, my mind no longer on the TV program we'd been watching together. I'd even left most of my dinner gone untouched for the most part, which they had just taken away, as well as giving the news that it would be a while yet before my nurse would be in to check on me, and give me some much needed relief. That however was no longer the relief I was hoping for.
Once again mom pulled her chair up closer to my bed, simultaneously pulling the privacy curtain around just enough to shield anyone who might walk in on seeing us, and what she obviously would soon be doing to me. I wasn't nearly full hard yet, no tent poking up through the sheets, and surprised myself when a very wicked thought came to me, one that I was surprised I actually considered asking, and then did.
"Yes honey?" she asked, not quite having slipped her hand beneath the sheet yet.
"It would help...a lot, if...."
"If maybe...you did something else for me too," I then told her.
"Like what?" she asked curiously.
"Well, it's not like I have any Playboy's handy," I said causing her to laugh, "You know...to sort of jump start things a little," I spoke.
"So you mean you need more than just the touch of my hand to give you a jump start?" she joked back, though obviously nervous, her mind already processing the hint of what I was asking her.
"Well yeah, sort of," I finished. "But it would help, if maybe you were to...ah,"
Now mom surprised me. Though the privacy curtain was pulled, she looked behind her anyway, assuring herself that no one else could see anything from where she sat.
"You tell me if you hear or see anyone," she then spoke. I merely nodded my head in excitement. One of the reasons I'd even suggested it as being a possibility was the fact she'd worn an easy to lift up tee shirt, no buttons getting in the way. I knew too from previous experience with another girl friend who'd done this for me before, she could likewise include removing her bra along with the shirt, and effectively "flash" me, just as Carol, my ex-girlfriend had frequently done for me. With mom's face showing a bit of color, she reached down, her hands easily bringing up both the hem of her blouse, along with the cups of her bra, exposing her exquisitely molded breasts.
It wasn't the first time I had ever seen them, but certainly not quite like this. Not with her actually doing so, allowing me to sit there and gaze at them to my hearts content, though I also ached to do a lot more than simply look at them too.
We had actually had one of our more intimate grown up discussions with her lying there in the bathtub, though at the time she'd been for the most part hidden in a blanket of bubbles. After a while soaking like that, talking however, her breasts eventually began playing peek-a-boob with me, though upon discovering that she was now exposing a great deal more of herself that she might have intended, she'd ended our discussion, promising to continue it later after she'd gotten out and dried off.
I'd been hard as hell then too, just sitting there looking at her. And now remembered, I had jerked off thinking about her that night as well. Maybe I had done that a bit more frequently than I was even willing to admit to myself. Either way, I was laying there in bed now, admiring my mother's beautiful bare breasts, dark brown areolas, swollen and crinkly hard now, nipples fat and extended, just begging to be sucked on. Which is when I then felt the touch of her hand on me again as it slipped beneath the sheet.
My pleasured groan and moanful sigh gave her my answer.
There was a distinct difference in the way she fondled my cock this time too. Last time, it had been the simple up and down motion of her hand, working it, though that had culminated quite unexpectedly with her placing her mouth over the head of it when I came.
This time, she actually made some attempt at pleasuring me, not in just getting me off. I felt the sensual touch of her fingers, exploring. A gentle squeeze as she sought out some lubrication, her finger easily finding it, gathering it up, and then using that to further stimulate and pleasure me with. She took her time. And I took mine, enjoying it, enjoying the touch of her hand, the sight of her exposed lovely breasts, nipples so gloriously firm and erect, dying to be touched. Which she then further surprised me, by actually touching them, herself.