Mom, please Reboot (closed for Maria1966)

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Steve Landers lay in bed. It was already 8:00 and he had been awake for a couple hours. He was used to getting up early, going for a run, working out, before going to school. He was 18, muscular and quick, a running back for the football team.

Was was the operative term. The car accident had been bad. It wasn’t his fault. He was just a passenger, but that didn’t help. He was paralyzed from the waist down. The doctors had not ruled out the possibility that he would regain some use of his legs some day, but it was clear any athletic career was over. His arm was still in a cast. It would take surgery and a few more months before he would regain any use of it. A thick bandage covered part of his face. Reconstructive surgery might make it possible to be seen in public without people pointing at the freak, but for now…

As much as his injuries hurt, the loss of his father hurt worse. His dad had been driving, and had died instantly.

He turned his head as he heard steps on the stairs. It must be his mom. In the weeks following the accident, he had marveled at how she had kept it together, dealing with her grief, taking care of him. Technically, she was his step-mom, but she had been mom as long as he could remember. She had married his father while he was still young.

He smiled genuinely as she walked in, carrying a tray with breakfast. She wished him a good morning and bent down to give him a kiss on the cheek. She set the tray aside and reached down. He wrapped his good arm around her and felt the warmth of her full chest pressed against his. She pulled him up to a sitting position and stuffed a pillow behind him. Setting the tray over his legs, she smiled, “Hope you’re hungry.”
 
Maria Clayton

Widow of George Landers

age: 33

5 feet 7 inches

hair: brunette shoulder length wavy

Dark brown eyes

Natural 32F

I slowly begin to feed you your breakfast making sure to give you a sip of Juice between bites of food so that you don't choke on it. "I am sorry it took me so long to get it ready for you."
 
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"No worries Mom," I replied, "you're... worth the wait."

It was a bit of a slip on my part. But the truth was that I was lonely. My friends had pretty much blown me off, including my now ex-girlfriend. I couldn't type well with one hand, so online chatting was very hard. So my time with you really was the highlight of my day.

After breakfast, you set the tray aside, and started the first round of leg manipulation and massage. We were both hanging onto the hope that I might walk again some day, and this was a step in that direction. You moved my legs in a couple set patterns, then put some oil on them and began to massage the muscles.

It felt.. Good, a little too good almost. Of late in particular, I had begun to feel a bit.. aroused... frustrated.. something. I did my best to ignore it, but it was getting harder...
 
When i finish the massage give you your post-breakfast sponge bath i grab the necessary bath supplies then i begin to bathe you gently, because your still healing i wash every inch of your body. But make sure to avoid touching the bandage on your face. Once your bathed i change the bandage on your facial injury.

After the bandage is changed i noticed your cock is hard as a rock and your balls are black and blue. "Steve are you sexually frustrated? do you want me to give you a handjob?"
 
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If the massages were bad, the baths were worse. When I had first returned home, I was on so many pain meds that I really wasn't aware. Hell, the dog could have bathed me and I wouldn't have noticed.

But as I was weaned off the meds and gradually became more aware... At first, I was so embarressed. My mom was bathing, touching places that well... I was an adult now, not an infant. But given my injuries, she insisted. And of late.. I really had to focus elsewhere when she was washing my more sensitive areas.

Today was no exception. I kept my mind elsewhere during the bath, trying desperately not to react when the sponge stroked my cock and balls. It was a losing battle, and I could feel myself swelling. Thank god you had moved on by that point.

As you dried me, I started to relax again, then heard water slosh and you sigh. I turned my head to see your T shirt was soaked in front, the fabric clinging to your skin and the thin bra beneath. I could see your nipple tent the wet material, and had to turn my head away. You brushed a towel over your chest, your breasts swaying as you did. You set it aside and changed the dressing on my face. You sat close and I couldn't help but look at you. My cock hardened and throbbed, and I couldn't do a thing about it.

You noticed and I turned several shades of red. Then you asked me a question that left me speechless. You offered me a hand job. I blushed even redder and couldn't look at you.

"I... I...," I stammered.

You got up and walked to the table. My mouth went dry as you picked up the massage oil and put some in your hand. I inhaled deeply as you knelt down between my legs, looking up at me, then down, focussing on my cock. Your hand encircled it gently, as you began to stroke up and down, coating it with oil. I started breathing harder as I saw your nipples harden beneath your shirt. You breathed out softly, "I had no idea..."
 
Maria Massaged Steves cock over and over go slowly at first then she gradually began to speed up faster and faster. She was going to do her very best to help him release his terrible sexual frustration. As she stood their beside her son's bed giving him the handjob waves of emotions ran through her body happiness joy compassion desire and passion. She continued to massage steve's cock over and over again faster and faster the young mother knew that she had to help him come or his blue balls would get worse and she could not let that happen.
 
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He couldn't believe it. The only hand that had ever been on his cock was his own. But now...

He had not climaxed since the accident, hadn't really thought about it. But as his mom - His Mom! - stroked the shaft of his cock, he felt his entire body awaken. He looked at Maria's face, a range of emotions displayed. She leaned over his bed, resting one hand next to his hip, as the other stroked his cock. Her heavy breasts hung down, swaying as she jerked him.

He groaned loudly as he came, suddenly and strongly. A long rope of semen splashed onto her wet shirt, and he heard her gasp. The second and third arched onto her arm and hand. He gasped as she coaxed the remaining pulses from his member.

She stopped and took her hand back, looking down at it, then her shirt, then at him. He lay gasping. What the hell do you say after your Mom jerks you off?
 
"Are you alright Steve? do you need another handjob? or was one enough for right now?"
 
"I'm fine..., I gasped. I couldn't bring myself to say, "mom."

I looked at the semen, my semen, on your hand and shirt, "I'm sorry... I didn't mean to... nobody has ever..."
 
"Its alright i will clean you up then i will get myself cleaned up". I grab a clean wet towel and i clean you up. Wow you must have been really frustrated! after i get you cleaned up i get cleaned up then i change my shirt and put the dirty one in the laundry along with some other dirty laundry. When thats done i return to your room and make sure that i cleaned up thoroughly enough. "What do you want for lunch Steve?"
 
I was having a tough time wrapping my mind around all this. My mom had just jerked me off. My mom! And god I had enjoyed it! You had gone to get cleaned up, but the sight of your wet shirt stained with my cum burned in my mind.

My reverie was broken when you returned, asking about lunch. I looked at you, in ways I had never looked at you before. I had never admitted it before, but damn. You were built!

I tried to focus on your question, even as I felt my cock hardening, "Uhh, thanks, but nothing in particular. Surprise me!"
 
Maria went into the kitchen grabbed her apron and began to prepare lunch for her son steve. While she was cooking it she realized something "oh my god!!! i just gave my stepson a handjob!!! and i enjoyed giving it to him!!!"

"Maria get ahold of yourself! what you did was a good thing and you made your stepson very had." When her mind settled down Maria returned to her lunch preperations.
 
When mom returned a bit later with lunch, I had managed to calm myself some. Some. Having you so close again... I was hyper aware of you, the scent of you, the heat of your skin... I could not tell you what I ate. I was completely focused on you.

When lunch was done, you set the tray aside, and reached for the massage oil. You pulled back the sheet, and started to work on my legs. As you worked you way up one leg, my cock swelled to hardness. As you rubbed my thigh, you couldn't miss the tent in my shorts, the wet spot of precum...
 
When i finished the after lunch leg massage i wash my hands in the bathroom, and when i returned to your room to check on you i see that you have another erection. "Did you need another handjob Steve?"
 
I took a deep breath, the little brain taking charge and shutting down all incestuous alarms bells going off in my head, "please?"

You settled down on the bed and undid my shorts. Your face was unreadable and as you took my cock in your hand again, and began to stroke it slowly.

I shuddered, "this feels so good...."

Up and down, your hand stopping to caress the head, I managed, "Mom, do you enjoy this?"
 
I stand on the right hand side of the bed and i begin to give you another handjob i go up and down very slowly at first."Yes steve i do enjoy giving handjobs very much." "Oh shoot i forgot to take my shirt off. I unbutton my shirt and drop it on the floor then i resume giving the handjob.
 
My mouth hung open when mom stopped and opened her blouse. My eyes were equally wide as you dropped it on the floor, then bent over the bed. You supported yourself with one hand, while the other returned to me cock. Your breasts... my god they were huge... swayed softly, held by a lacy bra, as your arm moved.

My one good arm moved. My hand touched and slid up your arm, to your shoulder, and paused. I wanted..... "May I?" I gasped.
 
" yes you may of course let me get this bra off first". i unhook the bra with one hand and throw it on the floor.
 
I held my breath as you, as My Mom!, reached behind your back to unclasp your bra. The hooks yielded and the garment fell loose. You released my cock to slip it off your shoulders and pull the cups away. I sucked air in. What gorgeous, big, full breasts! My Goddess!

I set my hand tentatively on your shoulder, but you took it and set it cleanly on your right breast. I felt you, warm and heavy beneath my palm. and my cock twitched repeatedly. I felt your nipple harden and flicked the long, hard nub with my thumb. I licked my lips, suddenly hungry for you.
 
When i see you looking at my nipples i let go of your cock and lay down next to you and gentle turn your head. so that you can suckle them.
 
I was going out of my mind! Mom lay down next to me and turned me to face her. Her full breasts pressed against my face and my mouth opened to take a nipple, a beautiful, hard, long nipple. I licked it tentatively at first, then closed my lips on the stiff flesh. I moaned, and my cock throbbed... so amazingly hot!

You shifted, bringing your other nipple to me, and as I suckled your pap, I could hear you moaning ever so softly. Back and forth you went, soon moving over me, so you could dangle your breasts onto my face. Finally, I gasped into your cleavage, "mom..mm .. please...."
 
"No, no, its not that," he hastened to reassure her, "I love them. I can't tell you... "

"Its just that they.. you.. make me so hard..."

My cock pulsed as I saw you look at it.
 
"Steve please just say it nothing you say to me will upset me in any way shape or form so please just tell me."
 
"I'm a virgin," I blurted, trying to get the words out before my shame caught up with me, "and I want you. I want to make love to you."

He rested his head back, appalled that he had said this to his mother, and equally appalled that his cock throbbed at the very idea.
 
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