Mom helps injured son take care of his sexual needs

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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.”

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