Mom Fixes the Hard Dick Problem

I pushed my cock deep into her mouth as I came hard. Sheila always knew how to suck my dick properly. I shot several spurts of cum down her throat. She swallowed it all in one gulp and then continued sucking on my sensitive head until there was no trace of any cum. We hadn't fucked in like a week and I was getting agitated.

I looked around the seedy coach's office. Probably nobody knew about what I was doing. Sheila stood up and we kissed as I groped her small breasts. I sometimes wished they were larger.

She broke the kiss and said, "That was hot, boyfriend."

"Damn right, babe," I replied.

We both laughed and I pulled my football shorts up. It wouldn't be a good idea for the captain of the college team to be found pants down fucking a cheerleader at halftime.

She organised herself and cleaned off the spit on her face and we quickly walked out. I locked the coach's office and headed to the dressing room. Sheila blew me a kiss. I grabbed it and placed it in my heart.

She had been mine since the first year and now in the third year, we were still madly in love.

"What the hell man!" a voice shouted at me.

I turned to see coach, a big muscular bearded man in his 50s. "You took too long. The team is heading out for the second half. We need you to be 100% focused. You're the goddamn captain for fuck's sake. Get your head in the game. We need to dominate the midfield. You're the anchor of the midfield."

"Yes, coach," I said. "I always give my best for the team."

"Now get out there and win us the game."

I ran quickly into the pitch and caught up with my teammates.

The game started a few seconds later. A few minutes later, the striker passed to me and as I prepared to hit a long ball to one of the wingers, I felt someone shove into me and I fell down. I tried to stand up but the referee blew his whistle.

Suddenly, I realised all my teammates were running toward me. What was happening? I felt dizzy. My world was spinning. There was a burning searing pain in my elbow. I looked at my left hand just as I felt it. My hand had snapped into two. Halfway between the elbow and the wrist, my hand was fractured. Somehow during the fall, it had snapped like a twig.

My teammates surrounded me. I could see one of the defenders confronting the opposing team. The medical doctor arrived with a stretcher. The last thing I saw was the referee surrounded by several players brandishing a red card. I passed out.

I woke up several hours later in a hospital. My hand was bandaged. I could see coach and my mother seated on a bench near my bed.

"Hey, Mom," I spoke softly.

She jumped up anxiously. "Oh my god, Brad. How are you feeling? I'm so sorry. I thought I was gonna lose you." Tears were welling up in her eyes.

"I shouldn't have played football, Mom." I said struggling to keep my emotions in check. "Now I won't play professional football again. This injury has ruined it for me."

"Don't say that, kid," Coach said stepping up to my bedside. "It's just your hand and you play football with your legs. You can still make it as a pro. You're just 20 anyway."

"No more football for him," Mom said angrily. "He should focus on his college degree."

"But Mom-" Before I could finish, the doctor walked in.

He took my vitals and then asked how I was feeling. I told him I'm feeling good. There was no pain in my bandaged hand.

"You need to stay home for a few months." the doctor said.

"How long?" my Mom asked.

"Five or six months. It's a severe injury."

"Too long, doc," I said.

"It's never too long for good health."

"I have a professional football career and a college degree to worry about." I shouted.

"Hey, calm down," the doctor said soothingly. "Your fracture is a very serious one. You need to be in rehabilitation. I'll write a letter to the college recommending a gap year. You'll be fine, Brad. I have painkillers for you and a rehab program."

"Okay...I'm sorry I overreacted...I think I can handle it."

"Great," the doctor walked out.

"I'm sorry this happened to you," Coach said and walked out.

A few hours later, I was helped to my bedroom by Mom and Dad.

I spent the next few days just swallowing painkillers and doing rehab. Mom stayed at home with me most days. We got to spend a lot of time together. She would help me dress, feed and keep doing what the doctor wanted me to do.

Around the second week, Dad had left for work. Mom was in the kitchen.

I realised my dick had been hard the whole morning. It needed release. The bad thing is it was my broken hand that did the jerking off. I tried using my right hand but it wasn't the same. I felt frustrated and so horny and helpless about it.

Mom walked in with breakfast. I quickly shoved my hard cock between the sheets.

"Get up, Brad. Rise and shine." She smiled.

"Could you give me some privacy?" I said nervously.

"No, there's nothing on you I haven't seen before." She placed the breakfast tray at my bedside.

Then she abruptly pulled my sheets off me. Immediately, my hard cock sprung up pointing to the ceiling. I was about 7 inches when completely hard.

She gasped. "What the hell is that, sweetie?"

She looked at it in horror for what seemed like an eternity. I jumped out of bed careful not to injure my broken arm, and quickly perused the wardrobe for some shorts to put on. Mom had been helping me dress since the injury but she had never seen my dick rockhard.

I sat on my bed trying to push my legs through the shorts. She came back to her senses and knelt infront of me to help me dress up. My dick hit her cheek accidentally leaving a trail of precum. She grabbed it by the shaft and shoved it down my shorts. I had never been this hard before.

"Why are you so hard today?" She asked.

"I don't know. I guess it's just morning wood." I answered.

"So do you need some sort of relief?"

"Yeah but Sheila can't come here. She's miles across the state."

"Can't you use your hand?"

"It just isn't the same with my right hand. I'm a southpaw, remember?"

"Oohh right." She looked uncomfortable. "The more you use it, the better it gets. You know that?"

"I guess so."

"I could help you out."

"Really."

"Not by jerking you off." She said. "I could get you some porn to make you focus. I know it's hard with your broken hand and dealing with constant sexual urges."

"Sounds like a great idea." I paused for a second. "Don't you think it's weird for my Mom to get me porn?"

"Hmmm," she thought for a bit and smiled. "No I don't think so. I'm not really sexually attracted to you or you to me. So it's just normal."

"Okay, what about Dad?"

"Let's keep this between us for now," she sighed nervously. "I'll talk to him about it"

"Okay great. Thanks, Mom." I said.

She left me to eat my breakfast. I watched her fat ass as she walked out. Today, she was dressed in a long skirt and tight blouse. Her big boobs and long hair on show. She was indeed beautiful.

The next day, I woke up to find my dad installing a TV directly at the wall near the foot of my bed.

"Hey, Dad," I said and then noticed the boner again.

"Hey, son," he answered. "I'm putting up your flatscreen for you. Your Mom asked me to do it. How are you feeling?"

"Relatively better. The pain is less now."

"It will get better." He tightened the last bolt in the wall. It looked to be hanging at the right height. "I have to go to work, Brad. Have a nice day. And take your medicine."

"I always do."

He walked out. A few minutes later I pulled some Vaseline in a drawer and tried to masturbate. The hand movement wasn't working. I tried for a few minutes. Nothing.

Mom walked in on me again. This time, it was undeniable. She caught me jerking my dick.

"Oh sorry," she said clearly in shock.

"What the hell, Mom," I covered up my nudity. "Would it bother you to knock?"

"I didn't mean to do that," she walked in again.

This time, she was dressed in her yoga pants and sleeveless bathing suit. Her long black hair flowed to the lower bottom. Her perfect hourglass figure unmistaken even though she had grown a little plump over the years.

Oh my god! I realised something. Mom was a real life Milf.

She stood at the side of my bed with a Wi-Fi router. This was the porn she meant, I guess. "You'll use this to get any porn you like to jerk off to."

I didn't want porn. I wanted Sheila to come over and give me a blowjob.

"What's bothering you, honey?" She always noticed the concern on my face.

"I don't think the porn can help. I need Sheila to come over and help me out. It's much better."

"But I thought fast internet would help."

"Not at all. I can't do a thing with my right hand," I sighed in frustration.

She put her hands on my shoulder and said, "I understand it's difficult for you..."

"Do you really? Do you know what it is like to lose your career and all sense of purpose?"

I was angry at everything that had happened to me, the injury, the gap year, and possibly the inevitable breakup with my girlfriend that was coming soon.

"Don't beat yourself up, Brad," she said. "I think I could help you out."

I was quiet for a moment, trying to calm myself and then spoke. "How are you going to help?"

"I can, you know, just jerk you off. Help you deal with your frustration."

"Isn't that going so far?"

"Hmm...as long as it stops there, there's really nothing wrong we are doing."

"I guess so. But are you sure you want to do it and whenever I want?"

She chuckled. "Don't be greedy, dear. I will do it and I'll stop when you cum. No second rounds."

"Don't you think it could be construed as...incest?"

"Not really. It's just jerking off. It's not like I'm blowing you or having sex with you. Besides, it's my duty to help you go through difficult times."

"Okay, I get it," I realised my dick was hardening. "Can we start now?"

"Alright," she sat next to me and pulled the sheets down. My cock sprung up unexpectedly. She chuckled.

"You have a big dick, son," she touched the shaft and started running her fingers along it.

I let out a soft moan.

She begun moving her fingers up and down along the shaft. My dick twitched noticing foreign hands on it.

"I never thought I'd say this," I muttered. "But you're good at this."

She continued stroking and then she spit on my dick and used her saliva as lube. She jerked it faster and harder.

I moaned loudly. She spat more saliva until the whole dick was wet.

I gazed into her eyes. She smiled at me wickedly. I was on the edge.

"I'm gonna cum. I'm gonna cum." I shouted feeling embarrassed by how loud I was. Or was it how much I was enjoying it.

She spoke softly almost seductively. "Just cum for me, sweetie. Let go. Cum for mommy. Don't hold back."

I cried out as long spurts of cum shot out at rapid speed quickly coating her face and hair. Some went into her mouth. She continued milking my cock as I twitched and spasmed from the intense pleasure.

I was surprised she didn't run away from my cum or hesitate to finish me off.

"That was intense, mom." I said lowering my breath.

She stood up all covered with cum built up over the last few days.

"Wow that was a lot of cum. I'm surprised Sheila isn't pregnant yet."

"Oh c'mon, mom," I said feeling a bit embarrassed.

"What? It's just a joke." She laughed and said, "I better go clean up."

Later in the day, we went to the doctor. I found out I was ahead of schedule on my recovery. Things were going good for me.

Two days later, I woke up with a raging boner. Hard as a rock.

I needed release badly. I walked into the bathroom in only my boxer shorts and a vest. I was disgusted with myself. I couldn't take care of myself. Even a shower in the tab was a problem. I just sat there in the tab until mom walked in.

"Any trouble, sweetie?" She said.

Today, she was clad in a pink bath robe. I couldn't help thinking she was totally naked underneath.

"I can't seem to focus."

"Oohh!" She interrupted, her eyes darting to my bulge. "Is it because you're hard again?"

"Not really."

"It's okay. Mom can help you get rid of it. You just have to ask."

Before I could say any more, her hands were pulling down my shorts. She knelt outside the tab and started jerking me off. I was at full hardness in seconds. She used her saliva to wet my dick. Her hands were moving up and down quicker.

"There is no need to shy away from asking me for help. I understand you have needs. And it's my duty to fulfil those needs." She spat more saliva and continued, "I'm only doing this until your hand heals or your girlfriend comes over. It's not a big deal so don't think much about it."

"I'm close, mom."

"That fast?" She seemed surprised and laughed. "Okay, cum whenever you are ready."

"Can you extend back a bit? I don't want to cum in your face again." I said feeling weird about the whole situation.

"I can handle a little cum on me, sweetie." She muttered.

"But what if Dad sees it or smells it," I said.

"It's okay." She pulled out her huge breasts and pointed the dick towards them. "You can cum here instead."

That was all it took. Her breasts. And I was cumming while panting heavily. She continued jerking me off as I shot my cum allover her tits and neck. I closed my eyes enjoying the moment. It was heavenly.

Suddenly, I felt something warm on my dick. I opened my eyes and found her swallowing my dick down her throat.

I fidgeted and pushed her off. "What the hell! You were only supposed to be jerking me off."

"Calm down," she said as she lightly licked the head. "It's nothing. I'm just cleaning it. It's something I always do after making someone cum. I'm sorry. That's too much information. I probably shouldn't have done it."

"It's fine. I just got freaked out for a moment there."

"Great. Now let's go get some breakfast."

For the next few days, I got a ritual morning handjob and breakfast usually served together in bed. I realised our arrangement helped keep my sexual hormones in check. My healing bones were better now.

My father had no idea what was going on. I was starting to enjoy the handjobs actually but I needed something better. I didn't know how I would bring it up. This whole situation with my Mom was already as awkward as it could get.

A few weeks after my first handjob, I hadn't cum in a few days because Mom was busy with a lot on her plate. Her book club, the church, shopping, etc.

On this particular day, Dad was out of town. I was at home watching a game. Mom returned during the night with dinner. We hang out and ate and laughed. Normal family time.

Later in the night, she was helping me get into bed when she noticed my dick slightly hanging out of my boxers.

"You seem uncomfortable, honey." She said sarcastically.

"Not really. We can do this tomorrow. Besides the handjobs are kinda monotonous now." I said.

"We could try something different," she shrugged. "I could blow you instead."

"Really?"

"It's no different from a handjob. It will feel even better."

"I don't know. The blowjob reminds me of my girlfriend. It might be very weird for me. It could, you know, appear more sexual than what it is."

She chuckled. "You're taking this all seriously. Just think of it as motherly help. It's nothing really."

"Don't you see anything wrong with what we are doing?"

"No," she sighed. "And you shouldn't either."

"Okay."

"Now lie on your back on the bed. Mommy will take care of your boner."

I lay down as she pulled off my shorts, my injured arm across from her.

I couldn't help but glimpse the midsection of her breasts protruding from her robe.

Her cold fingers wrapped around my growing dick. The other hand lightly caressing my balls.

I closed my eyes momentarily burying myself in the pleasure of her expert handjob. Maybe after all, she agreed that the blowjob was going too far.

More saliva. More ups and downs. More slimy sounds of dick jerking.

I glanced down and saw that her robe was open and her huge tits were bare for all to see.

My dick twitched giving away the evident arousal her tits caused.

She smiled. "They turn you on, don't they?"

"They are sexy." I replied.

Suddenly she lunged down and deepthroated my dick. Completely swallowing it like it was the sweetest candy in the world. I gasped in shock and let out a moan which I intended to be in protest but was actually out of pleasure.

She started her back and forth motions. My dick responding in kind by getting harder. As her saliva made it wetter. She paused to look at me. Clearly, she too was aroused. Her other hand had disappeared under her robe to where I would say her pussy was being fingered.

"Any problem?"

"We didn't agree to a blowjob"

"Do you want me to stop?"

"No, don't. Keep going."

She didn't need me to say anything more. She bobbed up and down on my cock, furiously sucking it. I threw my head back and let out a moan. My dick glistened with her saliva and she looked at me in the eye with the most sexy gaze anyone ever gave me.

I yelled out and then hissed as huge globs of cum shot directly down her throat. She continued blowing me like nothing had happened. I twitched and shook and cried out for her to let go of my sensitive cock but she kept it in her mouth and throat the whole time.

"That's so good, Mom," I said, panting as she sucked off the cum stains on my dick.

"I knew you'd like it." Mom smiled, still holding my dick.

"You're great at it."

"I've always had a talent for sucking cock." She giggled.

"Damn right you're talented." I said.

She stood up to leave and I could see a small wet patch on the floor. I guessed those were her juices on the floor. Before I could ask her, she had said good night and left.

Over the next few days, she gave me blowjobs once a day while simultaneously rubbing her pussy.

One time, she slipped under the breakfast table and made me cum in under 5 minutes. That evening, I served her cum before she served me dinner. A few days after, she made me cum while I struggled for balance in the shower.

I got very used to it until dad showed up earlier than expected one evening. He wasn't supposed to be back until late in the night. I was seated in the living room, the cable channel playing some old movie and Mom on her knees, naked, sucking me off and rubbing her pussy with the other hand.

I had the shutting sound of a car door. "Mom, are you expecting anyone?" I interrupted.

She gasped and her lips rose off my dick in slow motion. She spent a second too long on the mushroom head but eventually pulled away. "No one, baby," she said.

Just as she finished talking, we both had a key enter the front door. Mom jumped up like a ninja and quickly traversed the the entire room in a few steps and hurried upstairs. I used my free hand to push my dick back in my pants just as Dad entered the room.

"Hey, son," he smiled. "Don't tell me I just found you jerking off?"

"Aah...it's not what it looks like..." I fidgeted. Fucking useless right hand, I thought.

Dad burst out into laughter. "It's cool. But try to do it in your room next time."

I noticed Mom's robe still at my feet but obstracted from Dad's view by the table between us. I used my leg to surreptitiously push it under the table. My heart was pumping vigorously. My dick was still somehow hard. No way was I going to hide it anywhere.

A few hours later, we had some quality family time and talked and laughed over dinner. We all retired to bed by 10pm. As I struggled around my bed for sleep, I felt something moving under the blanket.

I looked to my side. Mom was sneaking into my bed. "What are you doing here? I thought you said we can't do anything with Dad around." said I.