Much Needed Relief Ch. 1by_©
I was in a car accident the day after I turned eighteen. I was with my friends, one of whom had just gotten her license. She was driving on the freeway and a car beside us blew a tire and spun into us. I was in the passenger side up front, where the car hit us. The next thing I knew I was in the hospital, lying on a bed and unable to move.
I found out I had broken one leg and cracked the other. It wasn't too serious, but I wouldn't be able to walk for a while. My right arm was also badly bruised, to the point that it felt broken and I could barely move it. But the most unusual of my injuries was my penis. Yes, I said my penis. Somehow I had damaged the opening where blood flows in to cause an erection. Whatever had happened, it made my penis almost twice the size. Imagine my embarrassment when a doctor and a female nurse were examining me. And when the doctor had to explain my injury to my mom.
I guess it wouldn't have been so bad if the doctor was telling my dad, but I didn't have one. My parents had divorced years ago. And I was an only child, so my mom would be the only one at home with me, to take care of me. I foresaw some awkward situations.
When the doctor was alone with me, he started to explain my embarrassing injury in more detail. He told me the sponge-like tissue in my penis had expanded, as a result of my injury. I had trouble understanding that one, and the doctor didn't know if it would be permanent or not. He tried to add a little humor to lighten my mood, adding the obligatory penis joke I supposed was required with an injury like mine.
But he also said that he was concerned about something that might happen as a result of the sudden change in my penis. Apparently since the part that opens up to allow blood to flow in was damaged, I could experience erections at any time, regardless of my state of arousal. He said I wouldn't have control over it, so I shouldn't be embarrassed if it happens. He was going to explain this to my mom so she would know what to expect and not be embarrassed. I was going to be wearing a gown for a while, so I wouldn't be able to hide it.
As if that wasn't bad enough, he also said, a bit nervously, that there were catalogued instances of related injuries where an erection was followed by pain, unless the erection was 'tended' to. If my testosterone level was high for too long, as it would be from a prolonged erection, then the pain would start. I was stunned as he told me this. Even he was a bit uncomfortable explaining to me that I would have to relieve myself whenever I had an erection. Completely embarrassed, I reminded the doctor that I was right-handed, and my right hand was injured. I wouldn't be able to service myself.
He seemed amused by my situation, as I guess I would be if I wasn't in it. He told me I was going to have to get someone to do it for me. I didn't think I could be any more embarrassed, but now I was. I told him it was just my mom and me. While trying not to offend any religious or moral beliefs I had, he asked if I had a girlfriend. I told him no, and he said that I would have to allow my mother to do it.
I just stared at him shocked. He said it was either that or a nurse, or intense pain. And he didn't think he could find a nurse to perform this kind of 'care'. I understood his situation, but my own mother jacking me off! He saw how uncomfortable this made me, and he said he would try to broche the subject with some of the nurses he knew. But I should consider letting a family member do it, since it was a matter of my well-being.
He gave me some medication that would temporarily numb my groin. I waited awhile for the medicine to take effect, and my mother came in a few minutes later.
"How are you feeling?" she asked. I could hear the awkwardness in her voice. The doctor must have explained everything to her.
"Okay, I guess," I said, not able to look her in the face.
"The doctor told me what's going on," she said nervously. "I want you to know that I'll do whatever it takes to make you comfortable, and I don't want you to be embarrassed about anything. You can't help what has to be done."
"Yeah, but…did he tell you what I have to do?"
She nodded. "Yes, he told me. And I know you won't be able to do it yourself. So whatever you decide is fine."
"It's too embarrassing. Having to have someone…do that to me."
My mom touched my face. "Don't worry about it, hon. It's strictly medical, you can't help it."
"He said he didn't think he could find a nurse to do it."
My mom smiled. "Yeah, well, having a stranger do that is no worse than your mom doing it, right?"
"I don't know."
"Look, let me tell you how I feel about it. It's nothing I haven't seen before, or done. And even if the doctor finds a nurse to do it, which I doubt, what happens if you still have this condition when you come home? Your hand might not be healed up."
She was right, either way I was going to have to have someone do it, and what if I got an erection when my mom wasn't here at the hospital? I would have to have a nurse do it here, and my mom do it at home.
"Just think about it," my mom said.
Soon she left, and after a few hours the doctor returned with a nurse. It was the same one who had been examining me earlier. She was an attractive thirty year old brunette with blonde highlights, and there was an odd glint in her eyes when she entered the room.
"This is Stephanie," the doctor said. "She was here earlier with me."
"Hi," she smiled.
"I've discussed the situation with her," the doctor said. "And she has agreed to care for your needs."
I was really embarrassed, and Stephanie saw this.
"Why don't you leave us alone so we can talk," she said to the doctor.
He nodded, and left the room. Stephanie locked the door so no one could come in. She pulled up a chair and sat close to me.
"I know this is embarrassing for you," she said soothingly. She had a warmth about her, making her very pleasant to be with. "I have to admit, I've never encountered this kind of problem before."
"Yeah, I bet," I said, strangely comforted by her presence.
"The doctor explained everything to me, and you know that certain things need to be done, for your own good."
She put her hand on my arm, gently rubbing me. She was very good at her job.
"So if anything that I do makes you feel uncomfortable, and you want me to stop, you can tell me."
"I'm sorry you have to do this," I said.
"Don't be, please. The doctor made everything very clear, and I'm here to help you."
"Have you ever had to do anything this weird before?"
She thought for a moment. "I don't think so, but I've always kept an open mind when caring for patients."
"Do you have a husband…you know, would it make him mad that you're doing this?"
She smiled. "No, I'm not married. I don't even have a boyfriend right now, but just between you and me, I've had quite a bit of experience with male genitals."
She winked, making me laugh.
"Has the medication worn off yet?" she asked.
"I don't think so, I haven't felt anything."
She lifted my gown, revealing my crotch. She couldn't help but smile a little.
"Nothing happening down here," she said. "Although I have a feeling you're going to enjoy the aftereffects once you're healed up."
"What do you mean?" I asked, playing along.
"A guy your age, with a tool like that. You're going to do some damage with that thing."
I laughed. "I can't help it."
"Almost makes everything else worth it, right?"
She left my gown raised, which I thought was a bit strange but I felt very comfortable around her. She stared at my bloated organ for a few moments.
"Well, we should talk about what I'm going to do," she said after a while.
I swallowed. "Okay."
She looked me in the eyes. "What are you comfortable with me doing?"
"Uh…well, I guess…you know, whatever needs to be done."
"How do you usually bring yourself to orgasm?"
I felt nervous suddenly when she said those words. I had to describe a private act to her. I couldn't find the words.
"Do you usually grip the skin, or run your hand over it?" she asked with a straight face.
"Oh god," I said under my breath.
She smiled and gently patted my hand. "Don't be embarrassed, I have to know what will help you the most."
"Well, I…uh…usually just rub it. Below the head."
"That's good. Do you use both hands? Do you like to fondle your testicles?"
Just as I thought I couldn't be any more embarrassed, I felt a stirring in my crotch. The gown was still pulled up, so I could see my penis beginning to thicken. I was surprised how much it had actually grown. Stephanie followed my gaze and smiled brightly despite herself. She watched me grow to full erection. The head was especially larger than before. After I was hard, she glanced back at me.
"Do you want to measure it?" she asked.
"Aren't you curious how long it is?"
I nodded after a few seconds, and Stephanie went to the supply closet next to my bed. She pulled out a measuring tape. She winked at me and beamed as she approached the bed.
She leaned over my midsection and held the tape up to my shaft. Her fingers gently touched it as she measured.
"Wow, eleven inches," she said, her eyes glued to my member. Then she wrapped the tape around the base, her knuckles touching my pelvis through my pubic hair. "And five around." She smiled at me. "That's the biggest cock I've ever seen!"
She made me laugh, it was funny to hear her use a sexual term.
"This is going to be quite a chore," she joked. "But we'd better get down to business."
I realized that since I was indeed quite erect, I would need relief soon. I was nervous, but I was beginning to think of Stephanie in a sexual way now, and that made things easier.
She grabbed a bottle of lubricant and sat at the middle of the bed.
"Would you prefer to lay down or sit up and lean back?" she asked.
I tried sitting up, but I was too sore.
"That's okay," she said. "This is just fine."
She didn't put on any latex gloves, but I figured they would have done blood tests on me and she obviously wasn't worried about contracting anything.
"Ready?" she asked.
I took a deep breath and nodded. Before applying the lubricant, she softly touched my shaft, wrapping her fingers around it. It felt incredibly good when she touched me. She ran her fingers around it, examining the head and tracing all around.
After a while, she applied some lubricant to her hand and squeezed it around in her palm. She gently touched my penis, just under the head. The lubricant was cool, and she began lightly spreading it all around my length. She was quiet the whole time, her eyes never leaving my now glistening organ. I could see the arousal in her eyes. I had never seen a woman look like that before, I was still a virgin. I guess I hadn't expected her to be aroused, but it was only natural to assume that she would be.
"How is that?" she asked softly, almost sensually.
"Nice," I said quietly. That was an understatement.
She seemed to be enjoying it, sometimes gripping the shaft just to feel its girth. Her breathing became heavier, I could see her chest rising through her smock.
"Just relax," she said, perhaps talking to ease my nerves. "Don't try to hold back. When you feel like ejaculating, just let it happen."
Hearing her say that aroused me even more. But I was worried about what I was supposed to ejaculate into.
"Where do I do it?" I asked huskily.
She glanced around, not having prepared a container. She looked back at me and smiled.
"Don't worry," was all she said.
Her hand was beginning to feel really good, and I wanted to tell her how good it felt. She seemed to be getting into it herself, squirming a few times. She was rubbing my balls gently as she jacked me, running her fingers over the sensitive skin below my scrotum. It was so much better than I imagined a hand job would be.
"It's not going to be much longer," I said, giving her plenty of warning.
"Just let it come, relax."
I felt her speed up after that, anticipating my ejaculation. She felt me tense up, and looked me in the eyes when she thought my orgasm was approaching. I nodded, and suddenly there was lust in her eyes. She concentrated solely on my cock now.
I groaned, and her masturbatory movements changed from frantic jacking to firm massaging. My orgasm was much more intense than anything I had felt before, a result of my increased size I guessed. I had to watch as I began my ejaculations. Semen spewed forth from the head, in powerful ropes. Stephanie moaned as I spurted repeatedly in her hands. I thought my ejaculations would never end. After ten or so, my orgasm relented.
"Wow," Stephanie sighed. "That was amazing."
"Yeah," I breathed.
"Your body…must have stored up your…your, uh…semen," she said, distracted by the sight of sperm all over her hands. "You may experience increased amounts as long as your condition lasts."
"Thank you," I said.
She smiled at me, and glanced down at her hands and my body. I was covered in semen, and so was she. She washed her hands at the sink, and grabbed a towel.
"It's thick," she said, cleaning me up. "I'm curious to see exactly how much you cum. Next time I'll have you ejaculate into a cup."
Hearing her talk about next time reminded me that this was going to be a regular treat. After I was cleaned up, we talked for a while. It was like we were friends, and I suppose I was closer to her now than I was to anyone else.
The next day, I awoke with an erection. It scared me a little because I didn't know how long I had it. Fortunately, Stephanie was the one who checked on me, and she immediately locked the door.
"Good morning," she said. "I see you need some help."
She greeted me with a kiss on the cheek, which I thought was nice, and then she applied some lubrication to her hand and then to my shaft. This time she had a measuring cup with her. She went to work, and I laid back in enjoyment. It took longer, since it was first thing in the morning and I had just came the night before. But Stephanie was not any less enthusiastic in gratifying me.
She leaned on the bed as she worked my shaft up and down. I felt myself approaching an orgasm, and she felt it too. She took the cup and aimed my head into it. She firmly jacked me off until I began squirting thick white into the cup. She made an excited sound when I came, and caught all of my ejaculate in the cup. After I finished, she held the cup up.
"Oh my god," she said. "That's got to be a quarter of a cup."
"Is that a lot?" I asked, knowing that it surely was.
"The average ejaculation is only about a teaspoon. Some guys cum more, but this is insane. It's so thick too, I've never seen semen this white before."
I smiled proudly, my penis still firm in her hand. She squeezed it playfully.
"I don't know how much longer I can do this, it's quite frustrating, if you know what I mean."
I knew what she meant. I could see it in her eyes while she was masturbating me. She was very aroused, and it would be very frustrating not to be able to relieve yourself.
"I really appreciate this," I said. "I'm sorry it puts you in such an awkward position."
"Don't sweat it, if need be I can relieve myself in the restroom."
I couldn't help but smile. "You've done that before?"
She sensually approached me. "What do you think?"
I laughed. "It's just weird to hear you say it."
She straightened back up. "You're being released tomorrow."
I frowned. "I am?"
"You're healing up good enough, so the doctor is sending you home."
"Oh, that's good I guess."
She sighed. "You'll have to figure out a way to service yourself."
"The doctor wants my mom to do it."
Stephanie smiled wickedly. "Your mom? That's wild."
I have to admit, with everything that had happened so far, it didn't seem as outrageous as it had earlier.
"Maybe you could do a house call," I said.
"Maybe," she said. "I am doing the doctor a huge favor by doing this."
"I'll miss you," I said, probably sounding stupid.
Stephanie looked saddened. "If your mother wasn't home with you, I would come by and we could play around."
I really enjoyed hearing her say that. "She won't always be there. And besides…"
I smiled sheepishly. "Now that you've seen me, I want to see you."
She seemed surprised, but I could tell she was aroused. Despite our age difference, she was obviously turned on by my increased size. I could tell she was mulling the thought over in her mind. She bit her lip.
"Maybe," she said, and left the room.
I went home later that day. I was starting to heal up, but I was still too sore to really move. My mom took really good care of me, and made sure I had anything I wanted. After I was settled in my favorite chair, a plush recliner, she sat next to me.
"The doctor told me he found a nurse to help you," she said.
I blushed. "Yeah."
She smiled. "Was it as bad as you thought?"
I felt weird talking about it with her, and I definitely wasn't going to tell her the degree to which things went.
"It wasn't too bad, just embarrassing."
She seemed really interested.
"Was there any pain?"
I shook my head.
"Did it…feel any different?" she asked. "With your bigger size?"
"You can tell me. I'm curious. I need to know, right?"
I realized that she was probably going to have to attend to me in place of Stephanie. I felt nervous, but also a bit turned on. I had fantasized about my mother before, mostly when I was younger.
"It felt a lot better," I said finally.
She smiled. "Really?"
"The nurse said I came a lot."
That seemed to startle my mom. She might not have expected the nurse to do much more than the act itself.
"So she was alright doing it?" mom asked.
I nodded. "She was really great."
"She was probably a bit turned on."
I didn't say anything. My mom got up and headed for the kitchen.
I watched TV for a while, and at about dinnertime, I felt the familiar stirrings in my loins. This was it, I was going to have to have my mom jack me off. I was really nervous, more so than I thought I would be. I didn't want to call her over, and I thought maybe it would die down if I tried not to think about it.
That wasn't going to happen. After a while, I became so hard it started to hurt. There was pain in my groin too, and it was getting worse. I had to do something.
"Mom!" I called.
She rushed to me in a flash. "What is it?"
She swallowed nervously, she knew what she was going to have to do.
"Do you want me to…you know?"
I nodded. "I'm sorry."
She shook her head. "That's okay, just try to relax."
As she kneeled in front of me and lifted up my gown, she gasped when she saw my size. She had seen it at the hospital, but not erect like it was now. She cautiously reached for it.
"What do I do?" she asked.
"Jerk it up and down, do whatever." I gritted my teeth as the pain increased.
"Okay…" She began to masturbate me, and it helped the pain a bit, replacing it with pleasure. But soon it wasn't enough, and I needed relief very soon.
"It's not working," I said.
"What else can I do?" she asked frantically.
"I need to cum," I told her.
She hesitated, but couldn't stand to see me in pain. She glanced up at me briefly, and then took a deep breath. Suddenly I felt warmth and wetness. I looked down to see my mom's head in my lap, and I couldn't believe what she was doing.
Despite my size, she had engulfed half of my length in her mouth. I felt the head of my penis touch the back of her throat. The shock of what my mom was doing temporarily alleviated my pain. Her tongue began moving all along the underside of my shaft. It felt great, but it was my mom, too. Could I really enjoy this?
She pulled away from my penis, and looked up at me. Then she began bobbing up and down on my length, massaging my balls and stroking the lower half of my cock. I couldn't believe what was happening, and the sheer taboo of the situation was providing enough stimulation to distract me from the pain.