Accidents Happen pt 1

It had been a quiet night. I’d spent the evening out with my friends watching girls, watching a movie, watching the girls. I’d been on my home from the cinema when it happened, I didn’t see the car that did it but I woke up yesterday with my mother and sister looking at me in concern.

It turns out a car, driven by a drunk driver had swerved onto the sidewalk and knocked me off my feet. I’d managed to break my leg, and both arms, but what had the doctors concerned was the blow to my head. They’d kept me unconscious for a couple of weeks to makes sure I wasn’t overly stressed and thereby allow the swelling to go down. I underwent a battery of tests to see if I’d suffered any brain damage.

Finally I was released home and into the care of my mother. This didn’t sound so bad, my mother had always looked after me as well as she could whilst working full time in her own business. My sister had been a bit of a terror for me the last few years but of late she’d been friendly and nice to me, and since the accident she had been virtually all over me.

It wasn’t until I needed the toilet for the first time that evening that I realised the full ramifications of being in the care of my mother. Not only that but as she had to work my older sister was going to have to take care of me during the days. But my mother took care of me that night, calmly and gently reassuring me that it wasn’t a problem that she was having to strip me down so I could get on and off the toilet, and doing the other things that are necessary with that task.

The first week passed uneventfully really, I tried to avoid being a burden on my family so I drank a little less than usual, and sat and watched telly. My sister came in every so often to give see if I needed anything and then when she came home my mother did the same.

On the Monday after I came home my mother came in dressed in scruffy clothing and said “Right James time for you to have a shower.”

I turned in shock and said “Mom you can’t possibly mean to put me in the shower, with my arms I won’t fit for a start.” The way the doctors had put the cast on my arms made me feel like a scarecrow. I’m sure there were valid reasons for it, but it was still inconvenient to say the least.

“Hun you need to be clean, and I need to get to work. My boss has given me quite enough latitude and I’m not going to get your sister to do this, bad enough she has to help you in and out of the toilet all day.” I could hear the sarcasm in her voice about that, we both knew that my sister jenny didn’t really mind.

After much struggling and pushing I ended up precariously balanced in the shower and my mother began to wash me down. I don’t think she had honestly thought about what she was wearing before this, other than it was scruffy clothes that she didn’t care if they got wet or anything. As a result the rather material of her t-shirt got wet and it was thin enough that very quickly I could see she wasn’t wearing a bra. Now I’m a normal 16 year old so things started rising despite my embarrassment. My mother didn’t really notice until her hands finished soaping my chest.

I have to admit that the sensuous feeling of her hands lathering up my body wasn’t helping me to stay under control, but he soapy hand reached down and began massaging the top of my legs and her arm brushed against my now very hard cock.