Helping Hands Ch. 01

The SUV edged into the driveway of the summer cabin. Bright blue skies faded into dusk and the small home was dark and vacant. Strategically nestled in a thick layer of trees the cabin felt remote enough for seclusion but for most of the inhabitants during the summer months it was a security knowing that the other cabins were just hidden from view. The day had been beautiful, however, Cindy didn't really notice. She felt awful as she eased the SUV into park.

Her red rimmed eyes were heavy, tired, and full of tears. She looked over to the passenger seat to see her son sleeping. He looked as innocent as when he was a young child; before his recent graduation and before assuming the responsibilities as the man of the house when his father left the family two years ago. She was proud of him, his successful grades in high school and his ability to mature into a man without his father, but she also saw the inexperience in his face, still learning, still tackling life's complexities.

"Jay, we're here honey," Cindy said to him while lightly shaking his leg.

Jay's eyes eased open from the pain medication. It had been an eventful day for him. He had been excited to take his mother sailing on the lake as he learned to sail a month prior. It was his morning to show her a good time and demonstrate his ability to take charge and to reassure himself that he was ready to take on the world. Jay's head lifted and he looked down at his bandaged hands. It wasn't a bad dream, he thought as he fumbled out of the SUV with his swollen hands tightly wrapped.

Earlier that day, Jay had rented a small sail boat and was unloading it from the trailer when his mother accidentally released the harness causing the boat to freely roll from the trailer. Jay was behind the boat and instinctively tried to hold onto the bottom as it pushed him backwards on the boat ramp. He stumbled but held tightly onto the small lip of the sailing craft when the weight of the boat was fully into his arms. His muscles strained but it was futile. Within an instant the boat plummeted to the concrete boat ramp crushing his hands and fingers under the vessel. Jay didn't remember much of what went on afterwards. He heard his mother crying and yelling. He remembered several people lifting the boat off his fingers and riding in an ambulance. And he vaguely recalled the doctor saying he wouldn't have use of his hands for a couple of months.

Cindy grabbed some items from the SUV and led her son to the front door. "I'm so sorry honey. I feel so terrible, this is all my fault. I don't know what to say. We can leave in the morning and head back home," she said.

"No way Mom, we planned this trip for months. It was an accident. Let's make the most of it," he said. Sure he was upset but what could he do, besides he was exhausted and just wanted to go to bed. Already in sweatpants and a t-shirt he said goodnight and headed for bed.

Cindy couldn't believe what had happened that morning and through the day. It was all a bad nightmare, one she couldn't shake. How could she hurt her only son like that. The stupid crank, the line thing, or whatever it was, she thought, I can't believe I almost killed my son. Now he's going to spend his last summer before he goes off to college with casts over his hands. She burst into tears once more and headed to her bedroom to cry herself to sleep.

But the next morning Cindy awoke with a new, positive outlook on the situation. They had rented the cabin for the week and she was going to make the most of it. It was a planned vacation to celebrate his graduation and she was going to help him celebrate the best she could. She was going to help her son enjoy the rest of the vacation before they went home. She quickly dressed and walked past her son's room.

"Are you up?" she said.

"Yes, Mom I am," Jay responded.

"Go take a shower and I'll call you for breakfast," Cindy said excitedly, trying to keep upbeat with her tone. She headed straight for the kitchen and prepared a full breakfast for her son. She prepared all his favorites down to whipped cream on his pancakes. She wanted to get a good meal in him and maybe take a pleasant walk around the lake to help lift his spirits.

"Come on down, hon," she yelled.

Jay walked down stairs still in his clothes from last night, his hair mangled to one side. He looked like he had been beaten up. Cindy frowned.

"Breakfast smelled great from upstairs, Mom. Thanks a bunch," he chuckled as he noticed the whip cream on his pancakes, "You didn't have to do all this." A large smile arched around his face at the meal before him.

Cindy's eyes lit back up when she noticed her son's attitude. Maybe this will work she thought. "Why are you still in your clothes? I thought you were going to take a shower," she asked.

"I can't," he replied as he held up his hands. "I can't even move my fingers. This sucks." But he smiled at her reassuring her it was ok.

The feeling of guilt flooded over her and she now noticed that he couldn't even eat on his own. She scooted her chair next to his and carefully spoon fed him. In between bites she was able to stuff herself as well. The atmosphere was jovial and both were making the best of the situation. Cindy almost felt like she was flirting with her son when she started teasing him with the food on the end of the fork. She'd get close to his mouth and when he'd open it, she'd quickly pull it away and he would lunge for it. She'd sometimes gobble the bite herself giggling and he'd respond with a laugh. They played and ate most of the morning and Cindy felt she had her little Jay back.

"Go on upstairs while I clean up the kitchen, and then I'll pour you a hot bath," she said. As Jay turned and cracked one last joke before walking upstairs and while Cindy grabbed the first plate and headed for the sink a very awkward situation hit them both. They both realized that Jay couldn't wash himself, in fact, getting unclothed would be an extremely difficult task. Jay began to panic, but Cindy thought to play it off. It was her son and she'd seen him naked many times before, and bathed him too. So what she hadn't seen him nude in years and hadn't bathed him in more.

Cindy got to the bathroom and Jay stood there almost frightened. "Ok, let's get you washed up," she said trying not to think of the uncomfortable situation. She turned on the water and started to let it fill up. She turned back to Jay who stood motionless.

"Mom what are you going to do? I can't even get out of my clothes," Jay stumbled over his words.

"Honey, it's ok, I've seen you naked before. Remember I am your mother. And it's not like I haven't seen 'it' before," she almost giggled. Jay still stood petrified. She moved closer to him and instructed him to raise his arms up as she pulled his t-shirt up over his head. His chest and stomach were muscular and he was well built. Cindy had noted this before when he'd mow the grass with his shirt off or strolled around the house in just his shorts. He was definitely a handsome young man with his tight muscles and youthful skin. Cindy slid her hands down his sides and clutched the waist band of his sweatpants. As her hands moved down his sides her mind quickly struggled to keep out the thought of any sexual intention. She hadn't seen a "live" naked man since her husband left her and the last several years before the divorce he wasn't a good lover. For that matter he was never a really good lover. But as her hands touched Jay's naked skin she felt something she shouldn't be thinking. Stop it, she told herself. She cleared her mind trying to erase any taboo thought and in a quick motion she yanked her son's pants down. She bent forward to push them over his feet while he stepped out of them. As she leaned up she saw 'it'.

He was definitely a man "down there." His cock was limp and his pubic hair was neatly trimmed. It seemed larger than her husbands or maybe it was just a long time since she stared at one so close. She couldn't help but continue to examine how her son had grown. Wow, she thought, look at how much he developed. Then she realized that she had been starring at her son's cock for several moments. She looked up and saw her son looking down at her. So much for being nonchalant over the issue, she thought.

"I'm so sorry Jay, I just...well, it's just there...and..." she didn't know what to say. "Why don't you just hop in the tub."

Jay eased into the bath tub trying to push out the embarrassment that his mother just saw him naked and stared at his groin. His faced turned bright red that she saw that he trimmed the hair around his cock. He was careful not to get the bandages wet and held them up. "Relax," his mother said.

Cindy grabbed a washcloth and soap and lathed it up slowly washing his chest and under his arms. She felt sorry for Jay's embarrassment and she knew she didn't help matters by examining him as soon as she saw his cock. It's supposed to be about him she kept reminding herself. Embarrassing him wasn't in her plan. "Turn around dear," Cindy instructed, hoping that her visual denial from that angle would help Jay relax. Jay turned his back towards her and she washed and massaged his back. Slowly she squeezed his shoulders and arms, pushing and kneading between the shoulder blades. Her hands felt great on his back and he began to relax. His mother's hands were soft and with the warm water over his skin it began to affect him in other areas. His penis began to swell and he now felt even more terrified. He didn't know what to do as his cock began to take on a life of its own. Finally she eased him back around so she could wash his legs when she noticed a very visible change in her son.

His cock was standing upright and rigid. Oh my, she thought. Quickly she tried not to stare and began washing his feet but then moved up his legs. Jay's body reacted to his Mom's touch and he closed his eyes too humiliated to look at his mother. She inched closer between his legs and she slowed her paced dreading where she was headed but she realized that it only intensified the sensation she was inadvertently giving her son. She now looked directly at his hard cock, his balls pulled tight. She reached for it, only to wash it. When she touched it she felt the massive, throbbing cock that was her son's. "Uuggghhhhhh," Jay slipped out a cross between a moan and a heavy breath. He couldn't believe the feeling of his cock being touched. He'd never felt someone else touch his cock before and the sensation of a hand to his hard cock was unbelievable. It felt so good and the feeling overwhelmed him. His body reacted uncontrollably with the audible release.

Cindy couldn't believe what she just heard. Oh my, I'm fondling my son, I can't believe this. This shouldn't be happening. She quickly slid her hand around the shaft and with two strokes lathered it with soap. His body shifted and another moan escaped his lips. She was nervous and unsure what to do. She reached the washcloth under his balls and gentle washed them. He began to squirm and grunt. Cindy's hand began to shake with anxiety over his sexual tension. She then took the washcloth between his legs to wash between his buttocks. His body tensed and he thrust his cock up. It was then she realized she still held onto his cock with her other hand. He instinctively tried to get some type of friction with her hand wrapped around his hard cock.

Cindy let go of his penis and began to wash the soap off of the washcloth as if nothing happened. "My God, Mom, I'm so sorry, it felt so...I'm so sorry I shouldn't...," Jay was almost ready to cry he was so mortified. Cindy looked at his face and couldn't help but want to make him feel ok about what just went on. She knew a young man was sexually charged and it must be so humiliating for her son to have his mom touch him there when he was just discovering his sexual awakening. She leaned over and kissed his forehead.

"It's ok, sweetie. It really is. I understand, it's only natural to feel that way. You're a young man with wild hormones," she tried to make a joke.

"It's just that..." he trailed.

"What sweetie?"

"That it's hard, I don't know, it's just that..." he paused then quickly spoke, "I can't take care of myself."

"That's OK honey, I'm here for you, you know that," she said thinking he now understood that for the next couple of months he'd have to rely on his mother to feed him, bath him and take care of him.

"No, not like that. I can't take care of myself there," he looked directly at his still erect cock.

Cindy audibly gasped. "Honey, dear. I can't do anything about that. Can't you do something about it? I mean can't you wait a couple of months?" I've waited a long time too and took care of myself, she thought. She tried only to look at her son's eyes, even though she wanted another excuse to look again at her son's manhood. She had always been curious about her son's masturbation but never dared to ask. But now her son just invited her question, or did he, she thought. I can't believe I'm going to ask. "How often do you, 'take care of it'?" She didn't want to say much more on the subject.

"I take care of it two to three times a day," he sighed. Wow, she thought. She knew young men often masturbated but never knew two to three times a day.

"Oh," she replied. Now she was embarrassed. She stood up and got a towel for Jay to dry off. She patted him down and helped him dress. His erection never let down even as she zipped up his jeans. She felt sorry for him but that was crossing the line.

The day progressed and the two enjoyed the afternoon and evening. She rented a few movies and they watched one that night until it was late at night, forgetting the incident earlier that day. It was almost forgotten until she took him to his bedroom to help him strip down to his boxers for bedtime. She took down his pants and noticed the hardening bulge concealed under the light fabric of his boxer shorts.

She walked out quickly thinking about that morning. She got ready to bed herself and instead of thinking how wrong it was to touch him, she began to think about what it would be like to touch him again. No, she thought, this isn't right.

The next morning after breakfast it was time for Jay's bath. Cindy wanted to get into a routine about it hoping her son would grow accustomed to her touch and not react with such sexual arousal. She turned on the warm water as Jay came into the bathroom. She reached up to pull his boxer's down and already noticed his cock was standing at attention. She pulled down his shorts and his cock snapped back against his stomach. It is so hard, she thought.

Cindy didn't give the shoulder and back massage this time and rushed through most of the bath. Her hands now trembled at what was next to wash. Jay slid back and spread his legs apart in anticipation of his privates being washed. Cindy told herself this is just utilitarian nothing more. He needs to be washed and that's what a mother is to do. She gripped his hard cock and stroked it twice trying not to excite him.

"Ugggh, oh please, oh please don't stop, Mom," he cried out, his eyes closed and head arched back.

Cindy couldn't believe her ears. She was in complete awe. Again she reached around under his balls and washed them, or was it fondled them. She noted this time her hand holding his shaft.

"Oh Mom, please, oh please, don't stop, not now," he literally begged.

Cindy didn't remove her hands. Her mind raced. Could this actually be happening with my son, she thought. This is going to far. This is not right, I shouldn't be doing this, but her hands stayed where they were. Jay was almost panting with shallow short breaths unable to release himself. The female hands that held his cock aroused him to the point where he couldn't take it. He needed to finish. Cindy looked at the strain in her son's face.

She raised her hand up the length of his cock and slid it back down testing if she really understood what she was doing. He let out another moan, "Oh, oh please, yes," he groaned. This isn't happening, I'm not getting my son off, I'm not doing this, but her hand tugged again, then again. Jay began almost bucking in the tub. Water was splashing wildly about. Cindy let the washcloth go and with her other hand began to play with his testicles and lightly scratch with her fingernails under them like her husband used to enjoy. She began pulling more rhythmically and was reacting to her son's moans and heavy breathing. She watched the sexual pleasure race through his face, his eyes still closed. She slowed the tempo hoping he'd catch his breath to prolong the arousal. What was she doing, she thought, I should get this over with. It was to get him off because he needed to not to give him an incredible hand job, she thought. Jay responded to the slowing of his mother's hands. "Oh that feels so good, oh yes, it feels so good," he tried to speak between breaths.

Jay's stomach pulsed with his breathing and Cindy's eyes scanned up his chest. He looks so beautiful, so innocent, she had complete control. New sensations were overwhelming her. She was starting to get aroused. Her pussy began to tingle and was noticeably wet. She smiled and began to squeeze a little harder and slower. Her son's moans intensified. Her finger brushed his asshole with a few quick flicks while her other hand concentrated stroking him. He began to thrash and let out a load moan. His cock erupted with a stream of cum that shot straight into the air. She continued stroking watching three move streams explode from the head of her son's cock before the rest oozed out over her hand. She slowed down and held onto his throbbing cock while Jay regained his composure.

"Mom, I'm sorry, I couldn't help myself. I just needed to...," he said as his mind snapped back from his orgasm.

"That's OK sweetie. I know you needed to release yourself," Cindy said. Her mind now was in a terrible mess. What line did I just cross, she thought. It was nothing, I needed to help him. I hurt him and that's what he needed, that's all. I know guys need to release themselves once in a while that's all. She splashed her hands in the water to clean them of her son's cum and proceeded to dry him off just as the day before. She noticed however that her son's cock was now limp. He just needed a release, she thought.

Cindy again tried to make the most of the trip and they took another walk around the lake watching the wildlife and talking about how enjoyable the vacation is going despite Jay's broken hands. Not once did they mention the morning's episode. She took him to a BBQ restaurant for dinner knowing he loved ribs, and it was only when they ordered that she realized he couldn't eat the messy food. Again she fed him only this time she tried not to be as playful under so many patrons' stares, but they laughed it off once more.

Cindy received a call on her cell phone that her son's pain medication was ready to be picked up at the drug store. They made a quick trip to the local pharmacy to pick up the prescription and headed back to the cabin. It was none too soon. Jay's hands were hurting badly despite all the distractions. Cindy could see the pain in his eyes and hoped the medicine would help him.

Back at the cabin, Cindy was preparing a night in with a movie. "Read what the directions say while I put in the movie," she called out.

Jay's hands were throbbing with pain. He squinted down to read the instructions. "Something's not right. I don't think this is right," he yelled from the other room. Cindy was ready for the movie and walked in to help Jay take his medication. She grabbed the case and it was then she noticed something was wrong. It wasn't pain medication at all. She was furious. Her angel was in such pain and she couldn't do anything about it. Jay complained loudly that his hands hurt. It was enough to make her start crying again, but she refused. She took Jay by the arm and lead him to the living room and undressed him down to his boxers ready to go straight to bed after the movie. "Let's watch the movie, honey. It will take your mind off things." She propped up some pillows on the couch for Jay to sit comfortably while she grabbed the remaining pillows and laid on the floor.