Fire!

Lunch was okay. They had sandwiches and chips. Jane fed him. It was not difficult.

Afterward, he watched television. Jane cleaned the house and did some laundry. She slipped into the hall bathroom and soaked in a tub of cool water per the nurse's recommendation.

"Oh. This is nice," she said to herself. "My burns feel better." She closed her eyes and relaxed.

Luke needs to pee. He walked to the bathroom and pushed open the door. "Woah. Sorry," he said as he saw his mother naked in the tub.

"Ahh!" she screamed.

They were startled and, for a few long seconds, stared at each other.

Luke averted his eyes and turned away. Jane cupped her boobs to cover her nipples and said, "Sorry for the scream. I dozed off; you surprised me. If you need to use the toilet, I can give you the room."

"I'll come back later."

"It's no problem," Jane said. She extended her arms, grabbed the sides of the tub in preparation to stand, and showed him her tits.

Luke peeked at her chest and dark nipples. He said, "No. You stay. The nurse told you to soak in the tub. I couldn't use the toilet now if I wanted to."

Jane furrowed her brow and looked confused.

Luke turned to leave. In profile, she saw his erection jutting forward. She said, "Oh. I see."

Luke left the bathroom.

^^^

For dinner, they had beef stew. Everything was already cut up, feeding Luke was a breeze.

After washing the dinner dishes, Jane announced, "Bath Time!"

"I'm not a bath guy," Luke hollered from the living room. "Can it be a shower?"

"Sure. I'm not going to worry about getting your bandages wet since I'll put new ones on afterward. I'll put my bathing suit on and meet you in the bathroom."

They rendezvoused in the hall bath. Jane wore a bikini and got the water temperature right. She helped Luke out of his robe. She looked at his erection and teased, "Already?"

"Sorry, Ma. You know I don't have control over when he makes an appearance."

"I know. I'm sorry for teasing you. It's okay. I've seen one before." She grimaced and added, "Although, it's been three years."

"Dad was an idiot to leave you."

"That's nice to hear."

They got in. She guided him to the front and said, "Get wet." Luke stood in the stream of water and turned slowly.

She poured shampoo on her hand, stood on her tiptoes, and reached up to wash his hair.

"Ow," she cried out.

"What's the matter," Luke said. He turned toward her.

"You're too tall, or I'm too short," she said.

Luke was tall. At six foot three inches, he was a foot taller than his mother.

Jane said, "It hurts where my stomach was burned when I raise my arms and stretch. Can you kneel so I can wash your hair?"

He nodded and knelt in front of him. She shampooed his hair. He didn't object because his eyes were level with her boobs. He stared at her cleavage.

After rinsing out the shampoo, Jane used soap and a washcloth to clean him from the belly button up. She did his front and then his back.

"Stand, please," she asked.

Her son stood. Jane was behind him. She started at his feet and worked her way up. When it was time to scrub his butt, she asked, "Put a foot on the tub."

That increased her access. She delved into his butt crack and cleaned his anus. She didn't notice, but when she pressed against his asshole, his cock twitched.

She moved, got in front of him, and said, "I saved your penis for last, thinking it would be the most traumatic part of our undertaking. Ready?

"As much as I'll ever be."

She washed his balls.

"Oh," he moaned quietly.

She washed his lower abdomen. Lots of soap bubbles formed in his thick pubic hair.

"I'm guessing a washcloth is too rough to use on your penis," she said. She used her hands. She soaped up his cock, cleaned the spongy head, and stroked his erect cock.

"Ohhh!" Luke groaned.

His dick fired off streams of cum as he orgasmed. His sperm landed on his mother's stomach.

"Sorry," he said weakly.

She automatically continued to stroke him, milking his cock as she would do for all her partners. She said, "It's okay, Baby. It's okay."

"Ahhh," Luke moaned. His body trembled. He lowered his head, placing it on her left shoulder. He mumbled, "Oh God! My orgasms never feel that good."

Jane chuckled and said, "Masturbation is not as good as sex with a partner."

His mother let go of his dick and washed his spunk off her belly. She asked in a kind and gentle voice, "You haven't had sex with a girl?"

He lifted his head off her shoulder, looked her in the eyes, and said, "No. I'm a virgin. I go to parties and events, but I can never work up the nerve to talk to the girls...to dance with them...to kiss them."

She nodded, indicating that she understood him. Her eyes expressed her sorrow. To herself, she said, "My poor boy! I knew he was quiet and shy. I didn't know he was afraid to speak to girls, I've got to fix this."

She got out of the shower, grabbed a towel, and dried herself and her bikini.

Luke was mortified that he'd had an orgasm. He stayed in the shower.

Jane reached in, turned the water off, and said, "It's not a surprise that you came. I was touching you all over, including your cock. Your orgasm was simply a response to stimulus.

"You didn't climax because it was me who was touching, did you? Were you thinking about me or how good it felt when I washed your cock?"

"It was because you touched my penis," Luke said.

His face turned redder, and he added quickly, "I don't mean I was thinking it's great Ma is touching my penis. I was thinking that having a woman wash my penis is wonderful."

"Good," Jane said. "That's what I thought. Don't beat yourself up because you orgasmed. I'm not giving it another thought. Get out and let me dry you. It's time to change your bandages."

Luke exited the shower. His mother dried him off and had him sit on the closed toilet seat. She got her supplies. She used scissors to cut his wet bandages and she carefully peeled them off.

"Ow!"

"Sorry, Son. I don't know of a pain-free way to do this."

She got the bandages off. She picked up a pair of tweezers, searched out, and removed the scraps of dead skin just as Nurse Betsy had shown her.

Luke yelped often.

When she was satisfied the dead skin was gone, she applied Neosporin and clean bandages.

"There. That task is done," Jane said. "There's something else we need to work on, and since we will be spending extra time together, I want to tackle it as well."

"What's that?" Luke asked.

"We have to get you a girlfriend."

"What!" he squawked. "How are you going to do that?"

"The same way a person achieves anything," Jane said. "Set a goal and work hard to achieve it.

"For example, this year you decided to go out for the football team. What did you do? You made a decision and implemented a strategy to achieve your goal. You got bigger, stronger, and in shape by running and lifting weights.

"You talked to guys on the team and learned what you needed to do. What you needed to know. You asked what positions the team needs, and you are making yourself a good candidate to fill one of the open roster spots. I have one hundred percent confidence that you will make the team."

"Yes, but..."

"You made yourself a football player. You can, with my help, make yourself boyfriend material."

Luke stared at his mother. He looked astonished. His expression changed, and he said, "I'd like that. You know I'm scared to talk to girls. My palms get sweaty; I get tongue-tied."

"I know."

"They like to dance, and I don't know how."

"Dancing and being a good conversationalist are skills. Skills can be learned. I'm not promising you will become great, but you will be proficient. I'll teach you to be a good dance partner and someone who can speak to anyone.

"To acquire any skill you need some knowledge, and you need to practice. If you have the will, anything is possible, and when you're good at something, you aren't scared. You have confidence.

"I'll teach you how to talk to girls, how to behave around them, how to let them know you like them, and how to read the signs to see if they're interested in you.

"I can also teach you how to kiss a girl."

Luke stared at her starstruck and said, "That would be wonderful. Thank you!"

"We'll start tomorrow," she said.

She grabbed his robe and held it out. Her nude son slid into it.

"Go watch TV," she said. "I'm going to shower."

He left. She restarted the shower and stripped. As she washed her body, she recalled washing Luke, especially his big hard cock. She masturbated to the memory of his cock in her hand and him spewing sperm on her belly.

"I shouldn't have done that," she chastised herself as she dried and dressed. She argued with herself. "It's been three years since you've been with a man. What did you expect?

"I know," she conceded. "If I need to get off, I should look at porn or read a steamy romance novel, not use Luke."

She put on her sleeping tee shirt and robe and joined Luke in watching a show. Around 10:00 p.m. she said, "I think we should go to bed. Rest will speed our healing. Is there anything I can do for you?"

"Brush my teeth," he answered as he stood.

"Oh, yeah," she said and chuckled. She got up and said, "I'll be going to work at the diner tomorrow morning. I'll see you around nine and make your breakfast."

"Okay. You're the best mom ever."

Luke hugged his mother without using his hands. She kissed his cheek and hugged him. His penis grew hard and poked her belly. She smiled and looked down. She shook her head and gently teased him, "You guys are all alike."

Luke blushed.

"Come on," Jane said. "Let's brush your teeth. Then, I'm going to bed. You can stay up and wait for your hard-on to disappear so you can pee."

^^^

Jane went to work at the diner that morning. She returned and woke Luke.

"Hello, sleepyhead," she said as she gently shook him.

He yawned and said, "Morning, Ma."

"I am here to help you with your morning routine. Then, we'll have breakfast and change your bandages. Do you want to start with going to the bathroom?"

"Ah...Ah...," he stammered and looked panicked. "Can you give me a minute?"

"For crying out loud, it's after nine o'clock. You can't stay in bed all day. We have things to do," she said. She pulled the sheet off him.

"Oh! Sorry!" she said. She raised a hand to her mouth. Her face turned a bright red color when she saw his erection.

"MA!" he whined. His face was also red. He said, "I was trying to be discreet. I'm eighteen. I wake up with an erection every morning." He pulled the sheet over his cock.

Jane giggled and said, "Sorry, I forgot about guys and your 'Morning Glory' or do you call it your 'Morning Wood'?

Luke was too embarrassed to respond.

"Why are you naked?" his mother asked.

"The robe is fine in the daytime. I toss and turn a lot when I sleep. It gets wrapped around me and is uncomfortable."

She got his robe and held it open. She said, "Slip this on. We'll do some mundane tasks, and maybe your hard-on will disappear. Get up, I'm brushing your teeth."

She gave him a hard look directly in his eyes. He knew she meant business. He stood and slipped on the robe. They went into the hall bathroom, and Jane brushed his teeth.

By the time he was rinsing his mouth and spitting into the sink, his erection was gone.

Jane noticed and said to herself, "I thought that would kill his erection." She said, "Mr. Big has disappeared. I'll start breakfast. You pee."

She left the room.

Luke looked down and said, "It is gone. Good. It's embarrassing to be hard in front of Ma, and I need to pee." He sat on the toilet and urinated.

Luke entered the kitchen. His mother was busy at the stove. She said, "I bought a new frying pan. Will scrambled eggs do?"

"Thanks. That would be great."

"Juice is on the table," she said.

Luke sat and drank the OJ through a straw.

Jane plated the food, sat beside her boy, and fed him.

Afterward, she changed his bandages. Luke yelped when she pulled off pieces of dead skin.

"The ointment feels nice," Luke said. "It is soothing."

Jane wrapped his hands and said, "Go watch TV."

Ten minutes later, she sat on the sofa beside him. She undid the snaps on the front of her waitress uniform.

"What are you doing?" Luke asked with a mixture of concern and apprehension in his voice.

She said, "I need to put medicine on my burns."

She undid all the snaps and tossed open her dress. There was peeled skin and red areas on her thighs and stomach. She rubbed the same cream she'd used on Luke's hand on her injuries.

"Ahh. That does feel good," she said. "Do you care if I rest here for a moment? I need to keep my uniform open so the medicine soaks into my skin, not the fabric of my dress. Think of my bra and panties as my bikini."

She sighed, relaxed, and closed her eyes. Her body sunk into the sofa. She was tired. She had gotten up before the sun to go to work.

Luke snuck a couple of glances at her bra-covered boobs. He said in his head, "They're a nice size."

He'd encountered her underwear hanging in the bathroom. Perv that he was, he'd inspected them. He knew her bras were 36 C's, and that she wore size 6 panties. She had a trim waist and a small bum.

When he was convinced that she'd keep her eyes shut, he allowed himself to take longer looks. He checked out her boobs and her panty-clad pussy.

His dick grew hard.

"Fuck!" he said to himself. "She's going to know I was ogling her." He got up and left the room.

^^^

Jane worked the lunch shift. She fed Luke when she returned.

"Do you need pain medicine?" she asked.

"Yes."

She gave him some. They went into the living room and sat. His flaccid penis was on display.

"Let's start your education," Jane said.

"Boys and girls are different. Physically, mentally, and emotionally. Your chances of getting a girlfriend will increase if you understand them. You know about the physical differences. Boys are bigger and stronger. You have a penis. I have a vagina and boobs.

"Our brains are the same, but we use them differently. Boys are about action, winning, and fixing problems. Girls are more empathic. We talk more, cooperate better, and are interested in how others feel.

"Boys are risk-takers. We are nurturers.

"Okay," Luke said.

"What I'm leading up to is don't treat girls like you would your guy friends. You can't be loud, tease them, or roughhouse with them. Being clean, well-dressed, well-spoken, and polite are important. So is being confident. No one likes a loser."

"That's a problem for me," Luke said. "I get tongued and nervous around girls."

"We're going to fix that. Being confident is about liking yourself, projecting a positive self-image, and having a healthy sense of self-worth. We all have flaws. Accept them; don't let them dominate you.

"Let's do a quick inventory. You're tall, strong, and healthy. You're not bad looking. You're kind. Smart. You bathe daily. You have a decent haircut. You're not obnoxious or condescending. You have a nice penis. It works and is a good size. That's all good, right?

Luke blushed due to the references about his dick and said, "Yes."

"So you have good traits. You have value. You need to find someone that will appreciate them. Do you like all the girls at school? Do you find them all attractive?"

"No."

"And that's okay. That's the way things are. People like certain things. You might like redheads, girls with big boobs, or girls with long legs. You can like what you like."

"Could my girlfriend be a redhead with big boobs and long legs?"

Jane laughed, nodded, and said, "Whatever you want.

"What I'm getting at is girls have preferences too. If someone you are attracted to doesn't respond to you, accept it and move on. Don't take it personally. If you're not her type, you're not her type. Just as you don't have to date the fat girl with severe acne, B.O., and a terrible personality.

"You're not a loser because some girl, be her the head cheerleader or the girl sitting next to you in math class, isn't gaga over you."

"I get it," Luke said.

"It's a numbers game," his mother explained. "You'll get a girlfriend when someone you are attracted to is attractive to you. The only way this works is if you put yourself out there. Spend time getting to know different girls. See if you have similar interests and values. If you're compatible and like each other, you have a chance for a relationship.

"Thanks, Mom."

"You're welcome."

Jane gave her son his medicine. He drank it down with a glass of water. They moved to the living room and sat on the sofa.

Luke's robe gaped. His mother could see his flaccid penis. He ignored it.

Luke asked, "I understand finding the right girl takes time. I'm going to have to approach girls and talk to them. Any tips for me?"

"Are you nervous and tongue-tied when you talk to your guy friends about sports?"

"No."

"So you can have a conversation."

"I don't care what the guys think of me, and I'm knowledgeable and comfortable talking about sports."

"Apply that attitude to this situation."

Luke stared at his mother. His face reflected his confusion.

"What's the point of worrying about the girl's reaction?" Jane said. "If she's not attracted to you, it doesn't matter what you say. If she is attracted to you, it doesn't matter what you say."

Luke tilted his head and considered her words. Slowly a smile broke out on his face and he said, "You're right. If you like someone, you cut them slack. If you don't, you don't."

"Exactly! To recap," Jane said. "We know you can talk. We know you have reasons to be confident, and we know you should not let fear keep you from approaching any girl because if she likes you, you're golden."

Luke nodded.

"You do need to be prepared. Guy topics, like sports, are off the table. I'm assuming this is someone from school. Ask her about something you have in common. 'How did you do on the math test?' 'How are you doing on the paper for 'X'?' 'Isn't teacher 'X' cool or the worst or in need of a haircut, shower, or new car?'

"You can go the complement route. 'You gave a great answer in class today.' 'You were great in the school play... in the game, cheering, or singing in the glee club.' 'I like your shoes/coat/the way you wear your hair.' Only give her one compliment at a time. You don't want to make her feel uncomfortable.

"Everyone likes to laugh," Jane said. "Memorize a few jokes. Tell embarrassing stories about yourself. 'What a dope I am, I...'. People can relate. We all make mistakes. If you can laugh at yourself, you come across as a regular person, not cocky, stuck up, or a snob."

"I could do that," Luke said.

"Yes, you can."

Jane stood and said, "I'm going to put some salve on my burns. Do you need anything?"

"I'm good."

"Okay. I'll be leaving soon. I'm working the dinner shift."

^^^

Jane walked through the front door and entered the living room after working the dinner shift. She saw her son and said, "Hi, honey. I brought home some leftover chicken and vegetables."

"Sounds good," Luke said. He was sprawled on the sofa, watching TV. The robe was open, and his dick was exposed. His face turned red when he realized this fact. He turned his body, trying to hide his penis.

Jane noticed his discomfort. She raised the bag she was carrying to block her view of his genitals.

They ate dinner.

"Shower time!" Jane said as she rinsed the last plate and placed it in the dish draining rack.

"Again?"

"Get used to it, buddy. We're doing this every night. I'm not having anything contaminate your wounds and cause an infection. Besides, you're practically undressed."

She laughed; he didn't.

They went into the hall bath. Luke shucked off his robe.