Helping my Mom

“Helping my Mom” by LO

Remembering back, it’s hard to believe it really happened, and, of course, I still get a boner
recalling those splendid days.

When I was fifteen, my mom slipped and sprained her right wrist rather badly, and, being
right-handed, this made her life somewhat difficult, especially since my dad had just left for a one year tour in Korea. He was a sergeant in the army. The doctor put my mom in a cast on her lower right arm. It allowed her to move her elbow and use her fingers, but the wrist was immobilized. The doctor told her not to get the cast wet, or it would start to fall apart. “Don’t worry,” he promised. “A few weeks with the cast and then we can put on a support bandage instead.”

We did not have a bath tub, only a shower, in our apartment. So I guess, my mom had to
shower with her right arm outside the shower curtain for the first day or so. It must have been difficult for her, so she decided to have a little discussion with me about her showering problems.

“Clark,” she said, I can’t really do a good job washing myself in the shower. Would you mind
helping me out? If you just take care of my left arm and part of my left side. You can wash the parts I have trouble with and my left arm. I can do the rest myself.”

“I don’t know, mom.” I was worried about seeing her naked and was somewhat hesitant but
finally agreed. “Well, I guess I can.” I knew that I would probably get so excited she would
see me with a hardon. Damn, I might even come in my pants, and she would see the big
wet stain! My mom was kind of sexy-looking and just thinking about her got me excited. In
fact, when I jerked off in private, it was her image I always had in my mind. But then I had
quickly realized, she would be inside the shower and probably just see my arm and head.

That evening I heard the water running, and soon my mom’s voice yelled out above the
shower noise to come in to help out. I went into the bathroom and saw the curtain was pulled completely across the shower stall. I took off my shirt so that it would not get wet and pulled the curtain back a little. My mom was right there facing me, her wet skin covered with water. She was inches away from me, and, jumping back in shock, I got a full frontal view. She did not make any big deal about it, just turning away so that I could reach her back and left side.

Needless to say, my cock was as hard as a steel nail after seeing her. She was magnificent, better than I had imagined. Her heavy round breasts were tipped by large dark nipples in the middle of brown aureoles. A neatly trimmed thicket of hair was wetly flattened at the bottom of her soft, slightly protruding belly.

Even at that age, I was taller than my mom and had to bend over to wash her. I took the wash cloth she handed me and lightly scrubbed her back. I looked down, seeing how her narrow waist flared out to her ample waist and luscious round buttocks. I began thinking about how good it was going to feel to jerk off that night with the real image of her body fixed in my mind. I could not resist the temptation to extend my washing farther in order to caress her fine ass. She turned a little more and asked to get her left arm and armpit. She had turned enough so that I had a nice view of her left boob, water streaming off the tip of the nipple. I groaned softly, but my mom did not seem to notice. That dark nipple was so firm and jutted out saucily from her pale breast that I was tempted to touch it. Mom did not say anything and turned to rinse off and then shut off the shower. I stepped away from the shower.

“Be a dear and hand me a dry towel,” she said before I could exit the bathroom.

I turned back and grabbed one off the rack. When I turned toward her, mom had pulled back
the curtain, and I had another great frontal view of her — Holy shit, what a body! I started to
hand her the towel, but she asked me to dry off her right arm before any water ran down into
the cast. Trying to keep my eyes on the arm, I dried her arm carefully and handed over the
towel. I saw her look down, and there was no way she could miss how my shorts were boldly tented out in front. Red-faced, I grabbed my shirt and scooted out of the room.

I was not in my bedroom two minutes when I heard a knock on the door. I yanked my hand out of my shorts very quickly, having been trying to resolve the aching need of my erect penis. I groaned loudly and my mom must have thought I told her to come in, and so she did, dressed in a thin robe. I could see her dark nipples through the wet fabric.

“I know I got you very turned on, baby. I’m sorry if you got upset,” she said.

“I’m not upset, mom, just… well, a bit excited.”

“You’re becoming a fine Young man, Clark. I’ve seen you looking at me a number of times
and I can see just where you are looking.”

“I can’t help it mom, your body… you are just so beautiful.”

“I can help you out, baby, if you want, but I’d like you to help me too, okay?”

I must have looked puzzled because I was.

She then explained that she knew I was masturbating regularly, and that was okay. She said that everyone did it and admitted she did it herself now that dad was away. Then she
admitted that she was doing it a lot, or trying to, but was having trouble because she wasn’t
quite adept at using her left hand. Meanwhile, her hands were stroking upward on my legs,
and she was gazing at the significant bulge in my shorts. She began tugging at my shorts. I
lifted my butt up to help her, why I don’t know. She pulled my shorts down, showing my
protuberance barely concealed by the thin fabric of my briefs.