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Mom Taking Care of My Needs

Posted by: SoloTouchArchive Author: Solo-Touch-Bot Posted on: 21 Nov 2018 1 comments
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Category: Male-Female (MF)
Submitted by: ~anonymous Age: 54 Gender: Male

Having two broken wrists is a nightmare situation for anyone, but for a 14 year old boy it feels like the end of the world. I wish I could have had a cool story about how I broke them, like crashing while doing a loop on my skateboard, but no, I tripped on the stairs in school and fell backwards, catching myself poorly.

The doctor said my hands needed to be fully immobilized for at least two weeks. I could not dress, shower, pee or anything else without help. It was horribly embarrassing to have my mother helping me with all those personal things. My parents were divorced so it was only her to help me.

After a few days, I was in bad need of sexual release. I would wake up hard and stayed hard much of the time. It was doubly embarrassing to have my mother wiping my bottom while my cock stood at full attention. I painfully needed release.

At bedtime that night, mother undressed me for bed and told me to lie face down. She rubbed lotion between her hands and gave me an awesome back massage. Then she told me to roll over. I was lying on my back, my cock sticking straight up. She warmed more lotion in her hands and started rubbing my cock. I was too stunned to object. She obviously had experience doing that. Her strokes were amazing and quickly brought the desired results as I spurted an extraordinary amount of semen all over the front of my body. Mother took a towel, wiped off my belly, covered me with the sheet, kissed me goodnight and left the room without saying a word.

Each night, my mother would give me a handjob at bedtime. She never said a word, just would stroke me and then clean me up, kiss me goodnight and leave. This routine continued until my casts were removed.

Many nights after that, I'd think of her loving hands when I'd be stroking myself, thinking of how wonderful they felt.

To this day, neither of us ever has said one word about what she'd done. I often thought about asking mother to stroke me again, but was embarrassed to ask.

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