Mom’s Helping Hands Pt. 01

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Mom’s Helping Hands

Part 1

(Author’s note: this is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to any person(s) living or dead is purely coincidental. All characters depicted in sexual situations in this story are at least 18 years of age. This work is copyrighted and may not be distributed in any way by any person(s) without the express written consent of the author.)

“Here, honey, let me get that for you!” Jack’s mom said, reaching past him and opening the front door for him. They had just arrived at home after his mom, Marjorie, picked him up from the hospital after being treated for severe burns to his hands.

Jack had been home for the summer break from college and was working on the engine of their lawn mower, trying to fix a problem with the fuel line when he accidentally dropped the screwdriver he was using. It hit the concrete and created a spark, and the gasoline that had spilled onto the concrete burst into flames. Jack’s hands were covered with gasoline so they also caught fire, and by the time he could extinguish the flames he had suffered second degree burns over both hands, front and back. There was no permanent damage to his hands, but he was going to have to keep the blisters covered for the next week or so which meant that his hands were going to be completely swathed in bandages for a while.

And that meant his mom was going to have to help him with a lot of things, one of which was opening doors. If they’d had a lever-style doorknob on the front door he could have done it himself by just pushing down on it with his elbow, but they had a standard round doorknob on the door, so his mom had to open it for him.

“Thanks, Mom,” Jack said, smiling at her as he walked into the house.

“You’re welcome, honey,” Marjorie said, following him into the house and closing the door behind her. “I guess I should get used to doing things like that for you for the next week or so, huh?” she said as she walked into the kitchen to get a bottle of water. Jack went into the living room and sat down on the couch, resting his bandaged hands on his lap.

“I guess so, yeah,” he said. The pain killers the hospital had given him were starting to wear off, and his hands really hurt.

“Can I get you anything to drink, Jack?” his mom asked from the kitchen.

“No, Mom, I’m okay,” he replied. She came into the living room and sat down in the chair next to the couch, taking a drink from her bottled water before she spoke again.

“I’m so sorry you burned your hands, honey,” she said, looking over at him, “but I’m going to take good care of you for the next week or so until the bandages come off. I’m sure by the end of the day we’ll have figured out what I’ll need to do for you, so that’s no big deal,” she said, smiling at him.

“Does Dad know what happened yet?” he asked. His father was out of town on a business trip when the accident happened so Jack wasn’t sure if he had been told or not yet.

“Yes, honey, he knows” she replied, “I called him and told what happened, and he said he’d be on the next plane home if we needed him. He loves you very much, you know,” she said.

“I know he does, but he doesn’t need to come home, I think, not right now anyway,” Jack said. “I hope that’s what you told him.”

“I told him just that,” she replied, nodding as she spoke. “I told him that there wasn’t anything he could do that I wasn’t capable of doing, and that there was no need for him to rush home.”

“Good!” Jack said, smiling. He loved his father very much and didn’t want to interfere with his job.

“He wanted me to tell you that he loves you and will see you in five or six days, as soon as his job there is finished,” she said.

“Thanks, Mom,” Jack said, smiling at her. “Right now, though, there is something that I need your help with,” he said.

“What’s that, baby?” Marjorie asked, sitting forward and leaning her forearms on her knees. “What can I help you with?”

“Well,” Jack said, hesitating for a moment, “I gotta pee. The hospital gave me a ton of fluids with that IV and now I guess it’s ready to make the rest of the trip.”

“So how does that involve me?” his mom asked. He loved his mom more than anything, but she could be a little ditzy sometimes, and this was one of those times.

“Well, uh, I don’t think…” he said, pausing to choose the right words, “I don’t think I’ll be able to pull down the zipper on my jeans and get them open with my hands like this,” he said, holding up his bandaged hands.

“Oh, my, I guess not!” Marjorie replied, putting her hand to her mouth and smiling. “I’m sorry, honey, I should have thought of that!”

“No problem, Mom. But there is one thing I just thought of, though,” Jack said. “While I’m in the bathroom I think it would be a good idea if you were to go into my room and get my basketball shorts out of my dresser and put them out for me. Zippers, buttons, and shoelaces are gonna be a bit of a problem for asyabahis yeni giriş me for the next week, so I’m gonna have to run around in my basketball shorts, a tee shirt and my boat shoes for a while.”

“That’s a good idea, honey,” she said, nodding in agreement. “I’ll take care of that while you’re in the bathroom taking care of business! Do you…well, do you think you’ll need my help in getting undressed?” she asked, hesitating just a bit.

“No, Mom, once my jeans are unzipped I think I can handle the rest of it okay,” Jack replied. “But right now, I really need to pee!” he said, standing up.

“Okay, well, then let’s go!” his mom replied, standing up as well. She followed Jack into the bathroom and lifted the lid and seat up on the toilet once there. Then she turned to face him, looking down at the button and zipper on his jeans. She had never noticed it before because she never had reason to look at his crotch, but now that she was looking in that direction, she noticed the quite sizeable lump in the front of his jeans. Her eyes went wide and her mouth fell open slightly as she saw the big lump there, and she hesitated just a bit, a little scared of touching him in that area.

“Okay, well, uh, let me just, uh…” she stammered, her hands fluttering in the air at his waist as she couldn’t decide just where to begin, unable to take her eyes from the sizeable lump in the front of his jeans.

Jack couldn’t help but chuckle at her obvious embarrassment. His mom’s reaction was one of two reactions he’d always get whenever a woman got a glimpse of the size of his junk for the first time — they were either stunned or terrified, and his mom was obviously stunned.

“It’s okay, Mom,” he said, smiling at her as he spoke. “Just pull the zipper down and then open the button. I can take it from there,” he said.

“Oh-okay,” she said, tentatively reaching down for the zipper. She couldn’t take her eyes off the bulge in his jeans and was careful not to touch it as she pulled the zipper down. Then she unfastened his jeans and stepped back, quickly pulling her hands away.

“Okay, done!” she said, looking up at him and giving him a nervous smile. Then she quickly turned and left, closing the door behind her but not all the way so that Jack would be able to just pull it open when he was done.

Jack couldn’t help but chuckle as he pulled his jeans open and then pulled down the front of his boxers with his bandaged hands, letting his big, long cock hang free. His cock was unusual in a couple of ways, those being that when it was flaccid it was both longer and thicker than an average man’s penis; it was also much heavier. His cock was nearly six inches long and four inches around when soft, and when it was fully erect it was eight inches long and six inches around.

In other words, Jack was hung like a horse.

He did what he needed to do and then pulled his boxers and jeans back up, flushing the toilet with his foot as he held his jeans up. He left the bathroom and went to his room to see that his mom had already gotten his dark blue shorts out for him and had laid them out on the bed.

“Just like she used to do when I was a kid growing up,” he said to himself, smiling. He managed to get out of his shoes, socks, jeans and boxers with no problem, leaving the t-shirt on as he slipped into his basketball shorts. He didn’t bother to keep the boxers on because that was going to be just one more thing in his way when he had to pee again and besides, they wouldn’t prevent his big cock from swaying when he walked or give it any more support than the shorts would.

It would also be funny as hell to see his innocent, strait-laced mom trying not to stare at his cock. The mischievous part of him liked this idea, and he smiled as he slipped his shorts on and then his leather boat shoes. When he was dressed, he looked in the full-length mirror on the outside of his closet door; the outline of his cock was easily visible, and it swayed heavily back and forth when he moved his hips from side to side. He chuckled again as he opened the door and walked out of his room, heading for the kitchen where his mom was busy cooking dinner.

“Smells good, Mom, what are we having?” he asked as he walked into the room. His mom was smiling as she turned to look at him while she was standing at the stove, stirring what she was cooking.

“Beef strogano-oh my!” she said, her eyes going wide and her mouth falling open as she saw the long tube of his cock swaying inside his shorts as he walked towards her. She quickly turned back to the stove, feeling her cheeks get hot as she blushed. She didn’t see the grin on Jack’s face as a result.

“Beef stroganoff, my favorite!” he said, walking up and standing behind his mom and acting as if he hadn’t heard her stunned reaction to seeing his cock swaying in his shorts. He put his bandaged hands lightly on her shoulders, being careful not to touch her anywhere else as he put his head over her asyabahis giriş shoulder and sniffed.

“Mmmm, smells delicious!” he said, then he stepped away from her and went over to the refrigerator to get a drink. He sat down at the kitchen table facing him mom, who was still concentrating on the stroganoff to avoid looking in his direction lest she be distracted by his monster cock waving at her. He managed to get the screw cap off of the soda by using his teeth to loosen it, then took a drink before putting the bottle down on the table.

“Dinner will be ready in a little while, honey, so why don’t you go into the living room and relax?” she said, an obvious ploy to get him away from her so she wouldn’t be tempted or distracted. “I’ll call you when it’s ready!” Jack chuckled softly for a moment before replying.

“Okay, Mom, sounds good!” he said, getting up from the table. He walked into the living room, taking his drink with him, and Marjorie glanced over her shoulder at him as he walked away. Then she turned back to the stove, letting out a big sigh as she resumed cooking.

‘Oh, my, but he’s got a big cock!’ she thought, ‘much bigger than his father’s! I wonder how big it is?’ She was slightly ashamed of herself for having that thought, but she was a woman after all, wasn’t she? But still, he was her son, so she had to get those thoughts out of her mind immediately.

‘Yeah, good luck with that!’ she thought to herself, one side of her mouth turning up in a small smile.

Dinner was uneventful once they were seated at the table. Before then his mom made it a point not to look in his direction, and once they were sitting down it was no problem as the lower half of his body was concealed from view by the tabletop. She was able to carry on a conversation without letting on that the image of her son’s big cock swaying inside his shorts was constantly on her mind, and that she couldn’t keep from wondering just what it looked like up close and personal.

When they finished eating Jack went into the living room to watch TV while his mom cleaned up. Normally he would have helped her, but with his hands bandaged up she was on her own. At least she didn’t have to avoid looking at him while she did it, and for her that was a plus. He got another soda out of the refrigerator by holding it between his two bandaged hands, and then went into the living room to sit down. He was going to turn on the TV but found that he couldn’t, so he just waited for him mom to finish in the kitchen and then come into the living room with him and turn on the TV.

The rest of the evening was uneventful, with both of them watching TV and chatting as they always did. The only difference this time was that Jack caught his mother stealing glances at his crotch more than once and knowing what she was doing made him smile. He knew he should feel terribly guilty about teasing and tormenting his mother like this, but he just couldn’t — it was all too funny right now. And besides, his mom appeared to be enjoying the view.

Three hours later Jack realized how tired he was, so he decided to call it a night. He got up from his place on the couch and stretched, lifting his arms up above his head and stretching his back — which also gave his mom a clear view of his cock outlined against his shorts.

“That’s it for me, Mom, I’m gonna hit the sack,” Jack said, dropping his arms back down to his sides. He caught his mom looking at his crotch for a split second as he looked down at her, and he smiled.

“Is there anything I can do for you before you go to bed, honey?” she asked, looking up at him and smiling.

“No, Mom, I’m good,” he replied, walking over to her and bending over to kiss her on the cheek. It was all she could do to not look at his crotch as he approached, but she managed it. He kissed her on the cheek and she returned the kiss on his, running her hand along the side of his face as she always did when he kissed her goodnight.

“Good night, Mom,” he said, smiling down at her.

“Good night, honey, sleep tight,” she said, returning the smile. She resisted the urge to turn and watch him as he walked away, focusing instead on the TV.

“Oh, my!” she said softly to herself when Jack was out of earshot; that was all she could manage. “Oh, my!” she said again, holding her hands to her chest. She began to blush as she realized that her nipples were hard, and that there was a not-unpleasant tingling going on in her pussy.

‘He’s my son and I shouldn’t be having these thoughts about him, but that cock is so big! I just can’t help it!’ she thought to herself, ashamed and aroused at the same time. She picked up the TV remote and started surfing the channels, looking for something to take her mind off her son and his big cock.

As Jack was lying in his bed, he couldn’t help but grin at the evening’s events. He had teased and taunted his mom pretty good, and it had been quite some time since he had seen her that flustered. But he figured asyabahis güvenilirmi that enough was enough and decided to stop tormenting her by wearing something a lot looser and much less revealing for the rest of the time his hands were bandaged. Then he rolled over and went to sleep.

An hour later Marjorie went to bed herself, unable to get the image of her son’s big cock outlined against his shorts out of her mind and wondering how she was going to make it through tomorrow, much less the next five or six days.

The next morning Jack came into the kitchen to the wonderful aromas of his mom cooking breakfast. He was wearing a t-shirt and a pair of black lounge pants with the strings dangling untied in front of him. The pants were baggier than the shorts of the previous day, so Marjorie was spared the sight of the outline of his dick against his pants.

“Good morning, honey!” she said brightly, relieved that there was no visible distraction this morning.

“Morning, Mom,” Jack replied, walking over and kissing her on the check. He sat down at the table where his mom had already poured a glass of orange juice for him. He smiled when he saw the glass there, then gingerly picked it up and took a sip.

“How are your hands today, honey?” his mom asked, setting a plate full of scrambled eggs, bacon, and hash browns down in front of him.

“They hurt,” he said, picking up the fork. His thumbs weren’t bandaged to the sides of his hands so he was able to manage picking up a fork. “A little more than yesterday, but that’s to be expected, I guess,” he said, beginning to eat his breakfast. The bandages on his hands and how much they hurt forced him to go slow and easy.

“Yes, I guess so,” his mom replied, sitting down across from him with her own plate and beginning to eat. They ate in silence after that, and when Jack had finished he put his fork down and looked over at his mom as he spoke.

“There’s something we gotta talk about, Mom,” he said, “something we have to figure out how to do.”

“What’s that, baby?” his mom asked, looking over at him.

“How am I gonna take a bath?” he said, holding up his bandaged hands. “I can’t take a shower, and I sure can’t wash myself with my hands bandaged up like this. And the doctor said not to take them off to change them for at least 48 hours, and that’s tomorrow,” he said. “I can’t wait that long to take a bath. You may not have noticed, but I’m getting kind of ripe!” He smiled at his mom in an effort to lighten up the conversation.

“Oh, my, you’re right,” his mom said, looking at his hands. “Well, I guess I’m just going to have to give you a sponge bath, won’t I?” she said, returning his smile.

“Well, yeah, I kinda figured that, but Mom, there’s one thing I don’t think you’ve considered,” Jack said, not knowing how to say it.

“And what’s that, honey?” she asked innocently, holding her coffee cup up in front of her mouth. She was having another ‘ditzy’ moment and didn’t realize it, but Jack did. He hesitated for a moment, searching for the right way to say it before he finally spoke again.

“You’re going to have to wash me with a washcloth,” he said, pausing again to see if it would sink in. It didn’t.

“I know, honey,” his mom replied, smiling.

“All of me,” he said.

“Yes, honey, I kno — OH! Oh, my!” she said, her eyes flying open and her mouth falling open as the full realization of what she would have do to finally hit her. Neither of them spoke for a few moments, and it was his mom who broke the silence.

“Well, it’s not that big of a deal, really,” she said, trying to lighten the mood. ‘It’s a big dick of a deal is what it is!’ she thought to herself. The thought of seeing Jack’s cock naked right in front of her was making her nipples hard, and she hoped Jack wouldn’t notice.

“Are you sure, Mom?” Jack asked, concerned. “I mean, I can find another way to take care of it if I have to.”

“And just how would you do that? Hmm?” she said, smiling demurely at him over her coffee cup. “After all, it’s not like I’ve never seen you naked before, you know. I used to give you a bath every day when you were a baby,” she said.

“I’m not a baby anymore, Mom,” Jack replied, “Things have changed. I’ve grown up since then — I’ve grown up a lot!”

‘Yes, you most certainly have!’ Marjorie thought to herself before answering.

“I know, honey, but you have to remember that I’ve seen a full-grown man naked before. After all, how do you think you came along, anyway?” she said, smiling at him again.

“I know, Mom, but this is different! I’m your son, after all,” he said. “Wouldn’t that make you uncomfortable, to see your own son standing naked in front of you?” ‘And probably with a raging hard-on to boot, once you start washing my dick!’ he thought to himself. Jack had no way of knowing that what he just said had the effect of making his mom’s pussy start to get wet as her nipples were already rock-hard inside her bra beneath her shirt.

‘Horny, yes, uncomfortable, no!’ Marjorie thought to herself as she replied.

“I suppose it would initially, but that’s something I think I can handle. After all, if you’ve seen one you’ve seen them all, right, honey?” she asked, smiling as she took a sip of her coffee.

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