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Mom's Helping Hands


Chapter 1

The whole thing seems so bizarre when I think about it. I am a 53 year old women, happily married to a wonderful man. We’ve been married for over 23 years and have two children, a girl 20 and a boy 18. It was a second marriage for both of us and my husband has three older children from his previous marriage.

My daughter Cara is a Junior in college and is living at home, but she comes and goes like the wind. My son, Tim, is a senior in high school and just the best kid you could ever want. He is an excellent student and has lots of friends. He’s not much of an athlete, which is probably due to his slight size and build. He’s just about 5’9” and thin, not exactly the football type.

The whole thing started when I got a phone call from the burger joint Tim works at as a short-order cook. Some boiling oil from the fryer had splashed over his hands, burning them. They took him right to the hospital and then called me. I rushed right out and by the time that I got there they were just finishing up with him. The doctor said it wasn’t too bad, but that his hands would need to be wrapped for a week or so. He said they wanted to see him every few days to change the bandages and monitor his progress.

“You realize he won’t be able to do a lot of things on his own” the doctor said.

“Oh…I suppose that’s true” I replied, thinking about it.

“There will be awkward, private functions he will need help with now, like going to the bathroom.” he said.

“Hmmm. Well how do you suggest we handle this, doctor?” I asked.

“Quite simply, you are going to have to put pride and embarrassment aside. The way his hands are bandaged is going to restrict his ability to perform mundane tasks. He won’t be able to unbutton his pants or clean himself afterwards. I suggest for his pride you get his Dad to help as much as possible.” he suggested.

“But my husband works all day and his brothers don’t live at home” I replied.

“Its not going to be easy, but as I said, at times you’ll both need to put pride and embarrassment aside” the doctor replied.

On the way home Tim and I had a chat about his condition and the help he would need.

“I can’t!!” Tim cried when I told him about what he doctor said.

“Look, honey. It’s just until the bandages come off. We’ll get Dad to help as much as possible, but there will be times when he won’t be around. Just be grateful school is out

and you don’t need help there” I said.

“I guess” he said, reluctantly. “The whole thing is going to be so embarrassing!”

That evening after supper my husband and I were sitting in the living room talking about the whole situation.

“Well, he’ll just have to get used to it” Will said “I’m not exactly looking forward to it. I mean it’s one thing to lower his pants to let him take a leak, it’s another to clean him up after…..”

Just then Tim walked in.

“Uh..Dad..I need to…you know…” Tim said, all red in the face.

“Oh. O.K.” my husband responded and they both left.

A while later Will came back in and sat down

“How did it go? I asked.

“He was pretty out of sorts, but I talked to him and I think we’ll get through it. Maybe he can time it for when I’m here” he said. “but there are going to be times when I’m not here, especially when he needs to take a whiz”

“Don’t remind me” I said

“Well there’s another thing you should think about. He’s going to need to shower soon” he said.

“Why can’t you help him!?” I asked, panic-stricken.

“Two reasons. One, someone is going to need to get in there with him and he and I wouldn’t be able to move in the stall. Second, if I do it he’s going to have to wait until night, which means he’ll reek all day” he said.

But how am I supposed to get in there with him? I asked.

“Put a suit on or something” Will replied. “Look, the doctor said this would be awkward”

“Oh, I guess” I said, my mind going a mile a minute.

The next morning after Will left for work I was in the kitchen when Tim walked in.

“Mom…..I..uh need to….go” he said.

“Oh..sure honey.” I said, trying to sound as normal as possible.

When we got to the bathroom Tim just stood there. I hesitated for a moment, but then screwed up my courage. I went around to his back and pulled his shorts down, trying not to look. I waited as he went and when he stopped I reached down and pulled his shorts back up.

“See! That wasn’t so bad! I didn’t see a thing” I said, lying a bit. I couldn’t help but catch a glimpse of his cute ass, but I wasn’t going to tell him. I hadn’t really seen it quite a while and couldn’t help admiring it.

“Yea, just great!” Tim replied, walking out.

After we had eaten I brought up the subject of showering.

“Uh…how Mom?’ he asked

“Well, I’ll…get into a bathing suit and I’ll meet you in the stall in my bedroom. It’s a little bigger than the one in the hall.” I explained.

We each went into our rooms and shut the door. I looked at each of my bathing suits, which I haven’t worn in some time and decided on a different solution. I grabbed an old bra and a pair of cotton whites, the kind my kids refer to as “old lady underwear”.

I glanced in the mirror at myself and wasn’t too disappointed at what I saw. Even at my age, I had managed to maintain a decent figure. I was still thin, with a hint of middle age bulge and round, full breasts that had just a bit of sag to them. My ass was wider than in my young days, but it wasn’t huge and it still had a nice, firm appearance. My brown hair came to my ears and only showed a few grays here and there. I had worked hard at maintaining my complexion and aside from some age lines, it was still smooth. All in all, I wasn’t exactly a head turner, but not bad for an old broad.

I quickly put on the bra and panties and got the shower going. Tim came in with just a towel wrapped around his waist and a couple of plastic trash bags to wrap around his bandages. I saw him give me the once over and look at me quizzically.

“What happened to the bathing suit?” he asked.

“Oh, I didn’t think it would be comfortable. Besides, you’ve seen me in my bra and panties many times before. I didn’t think you’d mind.” I said.

“At least you have something on” he replied.

“Well, you can’t take a decent shower with a bathing suit on, now can you?” I asked.

“I guess” he replied.

“It’s not like I haven’t seen you naked before” I joked.

“Not recently!” he retorted.

“I’m sure nothing has changed” I kidded.

“MOM!” he cried

“Just kidding! Let’s get it over with” I said.

I took the plastic bags and placed one over each hand and then wrapped some duct tape around the edges. He already looked like he had two giant oven-mitts on each hand. The bags only made them look more comical.

“Uh, can you turn around while I get in?” he asked. “Then I’ll keep my back to you”

“Oh, sure” I replied and turned my back while he got into the stall.

I followed him in and at first couldn’t help giggling to myself as he stood there naked. My poor baby! But as I reached for the soap and hand-cloth I couldn’t help but take notice of his cute man-boy ass again. It was adorable and firm without a hint of hair anywhere. I also noticed that Will was right about the tight quarters, there was barely enough room for both of us.

I quickly soaped up the cloth and started washing down his arms and shoulders. Every once in a while I would stop and let him rinse off. I washed his hair and his legs before I had to reach around and do his chest. When I was done with that I soaped the cloth and washed his ass, trying to get between the cheeks without being too invasive. It was then that I reached the moment I had been dreading. I needed to wash between his legs and wasn’t sure how to proceed.

“Uh..honey…I’m..uh…done..except for your privates” I said

“Oh, Mom! Do we have to?” he asked, mortified.

“Yes! You have to keep that clean!” I said

“Can’t we just let the water run over it?” he asked hopefully.

“You know that’s not good enough. You don’t want to end up with some form of crotch rot, do you?” I asked

“I guess not” he answered reluctantly.

“I’ll try and do it as quickly as possible.” I promised

I soaped up the cloth once more and reached around him, starting at the base of his testicles and working my way up. I had washed him like this many times as a child, but what became immediately obvious to me was that he wasn’t my baby any longer! I quickly ran the cloth between his legs, washing the areas as thoroughly as I could without lingering too long in any one place.

And then it happened! I guess I should have realized it, but it never occurred to me. As I moved the cloth to his penis, I felt it twitch and start to grow! I was torn between the need to go on and the feeling I should just stop! I tried to hurry, but before I could finish his penis had hardened and was in full erection in my hand! I quickly ran the cloth up and down his distended length before pulling away.

“Uh…go ahead and rinse” I said, my voice shaking.

“Mom….” he started “I’m sorry! I was afraid of this!”

“It’s o.k.” I said, my voice still trembling. “It’s perfectly normal”

“Yea, but not with you!” he cried.

“Well, it doesn’t know the difference!” I joked

“It’s so embarrassing!” he said “I wish it would just go down!”

“Honey, it’s all right.” I insisted. “Are you in pain?”

“No not really. I couldn’t do anything about it, even if I wanted to” he said, gesturing with his bandaged hands.

“Oh!” I said, getting his meaning. “I hadn’t really thought about that. Do you need to often?”

“Mom!!” he yelled. “Not that it’s any of your business, but…..I…take care of it when needed”

“Well, honey…uhm…have you figured out how your going to..uh…do that?” I asked, really concerned for my poor baby.

“No, not really.” he responded, reluctantly. “I guess I’ll have to try not to get too excited”

“Well….let’s get out and dry up” I said, anxious to change the subject.

As I stepped out and glanced at the mirror I realized that with my bra and panties soaking wet that the material had become semi-transparent! I quickly grabbed a towel and wrapped it around me. I then spread another out at arm’s length and held it there for Tim, being careful not to look.

He stepped into the towel and I wrapped it around him as he pinned it to himself with his arms. I vigorously dried him off, being careful not come near to his crotch until I was done everywhere else. As I worked my way up his legs it became apparent that his erection hadn’t subsided. I quickly ran the towel across his genitals, trying not to linger, but surprised at just how hard he still was.

We finished and he went to his room, only to return with his clothes! I forgot he couldn’t grasp them enough to pull them on and still needed my help. He turned his back to me, dropping his towel and I pulled his t-shirt over his head. I stooped to put his shorts on and he lifted each foot and stepped into each leg hole. As I pulled them up they snagged on his erection and I needed to gently lift it up to get the shorts by it.

“Ehhmm!” Tim grunted as I touched his member and pulled his shorts into place.

I felt really sorry for him, but there wasn’t anything else I could do.

He quickly left my room and I soon heard the sound of his bedroom door slamming shut.

Chapter 2

Dinner was very quiet that night with the four of us, especially Tim. Will tried to engage him in conversation a couple of times, to no avail. After supper Cara went out and Will and I watched t.v. for a while before going to bed. As we lay there I told Will about what happened with Tim during the shower.

“Well what do you expect?” he laughed. “Boys at that age are walking hormones! You just look at them and they get an erection”

“Yea, but the problem is he can’t…you know..relieve himself with his hands all bandaged up” I explained.

“Oh, yea” Will said. “Well, he’ll just have to suffer.”

“Isn’t there something I could do?” I asked.

“Like what?” he asked.

“I don’t know. Not clean him there?” I suggested.

“It has to be done, for his own health.” Will said. “He’ll just have to suffer through it. Believe me, nothing short of a hand job is going to help, and we don’t want to go there!”

He rolled over and went to sleep, but I lied there, really troubled over my poor boy’s predicament. I had difficulty falling asleep, Will’s last words running through my mind.

The next morning Will and Cara were gone early, leaving just Tim and I at home. He seemed in better spirits as we chatted over breakfast. At one point later in the morning he asked me to help him out in the bathroom and we got through it without any embarrassing moments.

It was later that morning, when I suggested he get ready for his shower, that you could see a change in his mood.

We got ready just like yesterday and got all the way through it, when there was just one area left to wash. I soaped up the cloth and I could see Tim’s body language stiffen as he awaited my hands on him. Once again I tried to be quick, but this time I had no sooner started washing his inner leg when his member became rigid! I rushed through the area, finishing with a hasty swipe along the length of his penis.

“Uhhhhhhhhh!” Tim moaned as I finished up.

“Are you o.k, hon?” I asked.

“I guess” he responded. “It’s….just painful not being able to…relieve it”

“Well, maybe if you just go lie down.” I suggested.

“Mom! That’s not going to do it. Didn’t you ever hear about blue balls?” he asked.

“Of course” I replied. “Guys would complain about girls getting them all excited and then leaving them……..” I stopped. I got the message.

“Exactly” he said.

“Oh. Baby! I’m so sorry. What can I do?” I asked.

“Nothing I can think of” he replied. “Nothing that’s not against the law”

His words cut right through me as I also thought about what Will had said.

“Well, honey..uhm…these are very unusual circumstances.” I started “What if I…soap you up down there until you get some relief?”

I couldn’t believe I just said that, but I also couldn’t stand to see him in such pain.

“Are you saying what I think your saying Mom??” he asked, incredulously, with his back still towards me.

“Yes” I said, not wanting to discuss it any further.

“I…I wish I could say it wasn’t necessary…but…” he started

“Shhhhhh!” I admonished and started soaping up the cloth.

I reached around him again and gently cradled his erection, letting the cloth itself do most of the work. I simply slid it up and down his length, causing just enough friction to get the job done.

“Ohhhhhhh” Tim softly moaned in response to my light touch.

It didn’t take long before I could feel him twitch in my hand and his ass clench as he ejaculated in long streams against the shower stall wall. I continued to slide the cloth across his member until he stopped and his whole body relaxed

“Are you o.k.?” I asked as I dropped my hand.

“Yea…better” he responded, out of breath.

We quickly got out, dried off and dressed without saying anything, though it was obvious that I had no problem getting his shorts on this time.

That evening Tim was in a better mood and joined in on the conversation and even helped clean up afterwards. It was good to see that I was able to help him this afternoon

and I saw no reason to tell Will what I had done. I worried that he wouldn’t understand and might find something perverted in it. Besides, it wasn’t like I was going to need to do it every day.

The next day Tim came to me right after breakfast suggesting he take his shower since he had some friends coming by after lunch. I agreed and I told him to meet me in my room. As I was getting changed I noticed my bra was still damp and rather uncomfortable going on. It certainly wasn’t made to be worn wet and was starting to chafe in some areas. As soon as I was ready Tim came in and we got prepared to get in the stall.

“Uh, Mom” Tim started. “At night I have a tough time finding the right position to sleep because of my hands and now I’m waking up with a stiff back and neck”

“Oh. You poor thing!” I responded. “How can I help you?”

“Well, I thought if you could sort of give me a message while you wash me, maybe you could loosen me up” he suggested.

“Oh, sure” I agreed. “Lets get in”

As we entered the stall I realized the best way to do this was to forget the cloth and use my bare hands on his back and neck. I seemed able to work some of the kinks out of Tim’s back and neck with some strong hand message.

At the same time my bra, which by this time was soaked, began biting into my flesh and chafing.

“Owww” I grunted as I messaged his back.

“What’s wrong Mom?” Tim asked from over his shoulder.

“Oh, it’s this damn bra. It’s really rubbing me the wrong way.” I explained.

“Why don’t you take it off?” he asked.

“What??” I asked, not sure I heard him right.

“Take it off. I won’t look, I have my back to you anyway” he said.

“Uh, I don’t know” I replied, although the thought of getting it off really appealed to me.

“Oh go on, I promise not to turn around.” he said

I thought about it for a moment and decided I had to have some relief, this thing was killing me. Keeping my eye on him, I unhooked the bra from behind and shrugged my shoulders, causing it to fall and land in my hands. I tossed it over the shower door, feeling immediate relief.

I resumed my washing and messaging and realized that, with the tight quarters, I couldn’t help touching his back with the tips of my breasts. I don’t know whether it was just the contact or the motion, but my nipples became stiff as they grazed his back. I felt a tingle develop through my body and had to admit that I was enjoying the sensation. I also knew that Tim had to feel my nipples brushing his back, even though he didn’t show it.

I tried to concentrate on just getting him washed and getting out

As I worked my way down his leg I couldn’t help but notice his penis start to lengthen and rise. I should have realized that Will was right about young boys and their raging hormones. It was then that I remembered that, without the washcloth, I was going to actually have to put my bare hands on him. I gently washed his ass and made my way down his legs. I worked my way back up his leg and stood up, grabbing the soap and working it in my hands. I held my breath for a moment and then reached around and placed my hands on his genitals, sweeping one under his testicles as the other quickly swept over his distended penis.

“Whhhhhuuuhh” Tim took in a sharp breath at the feeling of my bare hands on him.

I quickly released him and told him to rinse.

“Uh, Mom?” he said

“Yea?” I responded, nervous about what he wanted.

“Uh, could..uh..you help me out again?” he asked.

I knew he was talking about his condition and looking for the same relief I gave him yesterday.

“Do you really need it?” I asked. “I thought you’d be o.k. for a few days”

“Not really” he answered “I kind of need some relief every day”

“Oh” I responded, trying not to sound too reluctant. “All right, I guess.”

I soaped up my hands and reached around him again, placing one around his swollen member. I gently began moving my hand up and down his entire length, trying to bring him off as quickly as possible. I was trying to keep my mind occupied on other things as I stroked his penis, not wanting to think about what I was doing.

“Ohhhhhhhh!” Tim suddenly gasped as his member twitched and expanded in my hand.

He quickly started discharging long streams of sperm against the wall. I stopped stroking and just held him in my hand as he climaxed, twitching in my grip.

I quickly removed my hand and rinsed it off and asked him to stay put while I got out and covered up. As soon as I had the towel around me I told him it was o.k.. He came out, much to my surprise, displaying none of the modesty he had shown every other day. There was no attempt to hide his nakedness and he stood facing me as I dried him off. When it came time to dress him I couldn’t help but take notice of his still semi-hard member hanging there in front of me. I quickly pulled his shorts up and he turned and left. As I removed the towel I realized my nipples were still hard and I was slightly out of breath.

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