Charlene and Jeannie walked into my room. Jeannie held the clipboard clutched to her chest. Her knuckles were still white, but the color was returning to her face.
“Alright, it’s time for us to change your bed linens, Josh.” Charlene said.
When she said my name, Jeannie gave her a look. Yet another reminder of how long I had been in my coma, I reflected, that all of these women thought of me as ‘Joshua.’
“Mind if I sit on that couch while you do this?” I asked. “I promise not to try to run away or anything.”
“Sure. We’ll just wait for Heather to finish up.” Charlene was cool as the proverbial cucumber; I would have no clue from her body language that she had been sucking my fat cock just hours before. On the other hand, Jeannie seemed nervous and fidgety around me. While we were waiting for Heather, Charlene was filling in most of the details of my case for her.
“Josh came out of his coma at 7:18 yesterday evening, while I was finishing his sponge bath. Doctor Hinton was the attending physician, and supervised the move. Josh’s parents were notified immediately, of course, and they were able to visit with him for two hours last night. They will probably be back as soon as visiting hours allow it.”
“At 10:25 Josh had a cardiac incident. We were able to stabilize him immediately. After that, he was able to sleep with regular sinus rhythm for 3 hours and twenty minutes. He has had ten-point-three ounces of water, and has urinated twice since he came out of his coma. He has not yet had a B.M.”
I was able to keep my expression blank as Charlene rattled all this off, but of course my mind immediately went to the parts she left out: I had actually come out of the coma to Charlene sucking my cock; the “cardiac incident” was triggered when Sarah mounted me and started riding. This also left out two fantastic blowjobs from Heather and Sarah.
I was watching Jeannie closely this whole time, while she seemed reluctant to make eye contact. She had seemed to flush slightly when Charlene had said “sponge bath,” and again when she mentioned me urinating. It was really subtle, and I wouldn’t have noticed if I hadn’t been looking at her so intently.
Heather soon joined us, and she and Charlene moved me to the couch with Jeannie as “spotter.” My legs were still useless, but once my butt hit the cool couch (I couldn’t tell, really, if it was leather or vinyl, but it was definitely not a warm surface.) I was able to recline comfortably and was not in danger of falling on my face.
The three nurses changed my bed linens in just a couple of minutes, and I realized that all three had fantastically toned buttocks and thighs. That makes sense, of course. Throughout the night shift, I had only seen Charlene and Heather sitting for a few minutes at a time. All that constant walking, lifting, and standing would keep those muscles in great shape.
Once the bed was made, I was dragged back over and set up in an upright seated position. I realized that I had been staring at Charlene’s cleavage and not listening. Evidently they had been making small talk about Jeannie and her husband, Steve. I was caught completely off guard when Heather leaned me forward, untied my hospital gown, and just pulled it right off me. All three women sighed when my semi-hard cock was exposed, and they all tried hard to contain giggles as I flushed red and tried to cover myself with my hands.
“You could warn a guy before you just expose him like that!” I burst out. I was embarrassed, but at the same time I could feel my cock throbbing under my hands. I was surprised that this could turn me on. Am I some kind of exhibitionist?
Heather had the control for my bed in her hand, and was lowering me back to a supine position. “You might just want to cover your eyes, then, Josh. We need to give you your sponge bath now.”
Jeannie brought me a towel from my left and said, “Here,” as she covered my eyes for me. The reclining bed eventually made it impossible for me to shield myself from their view, so I sighed and covered my face with my forearms. I heard them talking, but couldn’t make out what was said. I could feel their hands moving over my body as they scrubbed me with their minty-smelling sponges. At first, the cool cleaning compound helped my erection subside, but as someone’s hands approached my groin I was once again throbbing and hard. I was spared further embarrassment when they turned me over and scrubbed my backside. At last they were finished. I was dressed in a fresh gown and covered with a fresh sheet.
For the next hour, I was pretty much ignored. The nurses had many tasks to perform before the rest of the hospital staff arrived. My attention wavered between watching Sports Center on the television and watching hot nurses’ breasts and bottoms bobbing by as they worked. I was mercifully soft when my parents arrived.
Once again, I was struck at just how fit my dad looked. Before I got sick, he had been “rocking the dad bod,” as he put it. He wasn’t morbidly obese, but there was a noticeable gut. The snug polo shirt he was wearing today made it clear that gut was gone. My mom had always stayed in shape, so she didn’t look different. My dad was only able to hang around for an hour before he had to leave for work.
My mom sat by my bed and talked to me for quite a while. I was brought “breakfast” – just some toast and juice – which I was careful not to wolf down. My real breakfast was in the form of a fresh IV. At some point, Doctor Hinton arrived. This morning he was being followed by several nervous-looking interns. They went into the ward I had occupied during my coma, and finally made their way to my room. This routine visit would turn out to be very informative for me.
“How are you feeling this morning, Joshua?” Doctor Hinton asked, “I understand you had an incident last night?”
My mom looked alarmed at that. Neither I nor the nurses had mentioned it.
“I feel better.” I replied. I saw he was looking at the sheet of paper coming from my heart monitor.
“I see you had another period of elevated heart rate early this morning,” he noted.
“Oh, right.” I thought quickly. “I was trying to do some leg-lifts in bed just to see how weak they are.”
He nodded. “Right. Not dangerous heart rate, but that makes sense. How many were you able to do?”
“Twelve.”
“Good. You’ll be starting physical therapy today, as well as occupational therapy after lunch.” He then turned to his flock of interns and began quizzing them about my upcoming therapy. I turned to my mom and squeezed her hand to reassure her. I found her looking at my face and wondered if she was also realizing just how much I now looked like my dad.
My attention snapped back to Doctor Hinton when he was discussing my “abnormal EEG log” from early in my treatment and subsequent coma. Evidently, my brain activity had been just this side of a grand mal seizure, and it had stayed there for days at a time when my brain was swollen with fluid. Scans of my brain activity showed insane elevation of my hypothalamus and pituitary glands. The excess cerebrospinal fluid that had been shunted from my spinal column showed highly elevated levels of testosterone, HGH, and a dozen other hormones and natural steroids.
I asked to see this stuff, and was allowed to read it all. This explained my growth spurt. It also explained how a short, skinny kid like me could wind up with a giant dick. In addition to the normal nutrients, my IVs had contained substantially elevated levels of vitamins. The hyperactive brain activity caused by the swelling had led to hyperactive glandular response. This coupled with improved nutritional supplements and a “normal” growth spurt to lead to over a foot of height.
When the doctors had left, my mom asked if I was alright.
“That explains everything.” I responded. “Did you know I’m six foot three now?”
“Really? I didn’t know that. You’ve always been in a bed. I mean, I know you had grown, but …”
My mom then had me scoot over so that she could sit up on my bed. It was awkward, of course, but very comforting to have my mom snuggled up with her arms wrapped around me. We lay there together for a good half hour until my physical therapist arrived.
Dennis, my physical therapist, was a very odd guy. He had obviously had his hair colored, and the bright blood red of his hair did not at all match the light brown of his tightly-cropped beard and moustache. He was short, maybe five-four or so, but very broad across his shoulders and chest. His arms and legs were heavily muscled. His voice was a good octave higher than I was expecting, sounding almost cartoonish coming out of his broad frame.
Dennis had made the rounds of the coma ward before coming into my room. He extended a hand and introduced himself – something none of my other caregivers had done.
The first couple days of physical therapy were almost tedious. I was given a racquetball to squeeze to help strengthen my arms, I did leg-lifts several times a day, and I began lifting my head off of my pillow as many times as I could to build up the muscles in my neck. None of this seemed like much, but I was shocked at how quickly these three simple things made a noticeable difference.
My occupational therapist was an older woman named Theresa. I only saw her once a week for three weeks at the hospital, so I barely remember her now. It’s not that she wasn’t helpful, just that I barely saw her.
My parents had visited daily. My dad sat in on my physical therapy the third day. Dennis had brought a very light, foam-covered two pound dumbbell for me to begin using. Now, I had never lifted weights before that point at all. My dad had, though, and he suggested some supplements that I ought to use to help my workouts along. Amino acid tablets and weight gainer fuel, mainly. Dennis agreed that those would be helpful, and my dad brought them in later that evening.
I kept working the racquetball and dumbbell, and doing leg lifts until I couldn’t anymore. That night after my first genuine dinner, I zonked out.
I awoke sometime after midnight. As had been the case every time I managed to fall asleep, I woke up in a panic. It would be a few months before that would pass. Once I had calmed down, I looked down and found Sarah kneeling between my legs, shaving my groin.
“Hey, there.” I said.
Sarah looked up at me and smiled. Her deft hands maneuvered the razor around the base of my cock, removing the stubble of my pubic hair. I noticed that the privacy curtain was drawn around my bed.
“This is how it all started, you know,” she said. “I was on the night shift, shaving you while Jeannie was at the desk. You were rock-hard, just like you are now.” She made the final few strokes with the razor and began cleaning my groin with a warm washcloth.
“I was cleaning you off like this,” the warm washcloth was now wrapped around the base of my shaft and balls, “and I just couldn’t take my eyes off of the head of your cock. Just bouncing in front of my face…and then you exploded.”
I was surprised at that. I had expected this to turn into a blowjob story, not a premature ejaculation story.
“You hadn’t come in months. Your balls were just huge. And they emptied that load all over me. It was in my hair, my face was plastered with it. A few shots went into my mouth, down my top, all over my neck…God, it was amazing.” She took that moment to lean forward and take the drop of pre-cum that was forming on the tip of my cock.
“The next night,” she continued, “I was giving you a sponge bath. When I got to your cock, you were hard and throbbing again. Your balls looked painfully swollen with cum. The next thing I knew, you were in my mouth.” She took me in her mouth and began to suck the pre-cum right out of me. Her tongue swirled around my cock head as she pulled her mouth away.
“It turned out to be a good move on my part. Instead of spending an hour trying to wash your semen out of my hair and clothes, I got to spend that hour enjoying the feel of it in my stomach: enjoying the taste of you in my mouth. I got a thrill out of sitting next to Charlene that night, acting like nothing had happened when little orgasms were shooting through me.”
“I felt a little guilty about that. I mean, here you were looking so innocent, and I had mouth-raped your dick.” My dick lurched at that. She proceeded to give him more loving oral attention. I was rapidly approaching orgasm when a beeping sound distracted us both.
“Damn!” Sarah swore as she pulled her beeper from her pocket. I could only stare in disbelief as she tucked my cock away, grabbed up her shaving kit, and left my room.
“Nooooo!” my mind screamed out.
Several minutes later, Sarah finally returned.
“I am so sorry about that,” she whispered, “Jeannie is working with me tonight, or I would have just finished you off. I have to be over in the ward for the next couple hours. I …” she trailed off, and then finished with “Sorry” as she pulled my curtain open and walked away.
I understood, of course, but my balls genuinely hurt. Unlike that first night, I hadn’t been treated to any sexual release now for three days because of Jeannie’s presence on the night shift. “Oh, well,” I thought, “back to my old standby.” I pulled my sheet up to hide my hand stroking my hard cock.
Not hiding it well enough, it turned out. Jeannie was able to see clearly what I was doing from her station. I closed my eyes and worked my hand up and down the shaft. My arms were clearly stronger, but far too soon my arm dropped to my side from exhaustion. It dropped right onto the buzzer for the nurses’ station.
I didn’t hear it, of course, but Jeannie had apparently been watching me masturbate with rapt attention. She pulled her hand guiltily out of her pants to answer the call.
As I said earlier, her behavior around me had seemed a little odd. When she whirled into my room, pulling the privacy curtain behind her, I got an eyeful of why she had been on edge. She put her finger to her lips, motioning me to silence as she pulled my sheet out of the way. It was obvious she was very accustomed to taking my cock in her mouth when she dove her head down to take me in. I gasped as her throat took my fully-engorged cock head right down. She took all but the last inch of the shaft into her mouth, and then began rapidly fucking her mouth with my cock.
After two intense minutes, she pulled her mouth up to gulp a breath of air. Thick saliva and mucous drooled all over my cock before she inhaled me again. What put me over the edge, though, was when I glanced over to see Jeannie had dropped her pants and was vigorously finger-fucking her pussy…and she had the base of a vibrator peeking out of her asshole! Little Mrs. Happily Married was the horniest slut of the bunch!
I hissed, “Oh, oh, going to cum!” and she started shaking with her own orgasm before mine started. Jeannie’s shuddering just intensified as my cum jetted into her throat. Her moaning around my shaft as I came just made me shoot harder. I counted eleven shots of cum which she just swallowed right down. She then let me out of her throat, trapping my glans in her mouth so that she could suck out the rest.
At some point, I must have cried out. Perhaps it was Jeannie’s loud moaning. Whatever the case, we were both caught off guard when Sarah whipped open the curtain to see “what was wrong.” Her face was just priceless. She covered her mouth in shock, and I could see her eyes darting around. Her eyes widened when she saw Jeannie’s little toy.
Jeannie pulled her mouth from my cock and gave a strangled cry when she saw Sarah looking back at her. She started babbling, “He was just lying there, he looked like he was hurting, I was just trying to—” when Sarah leaped forward and wrapped Jeannie in a tight hug.
I was surprised by the move. Jeannie was frozen with shock. Then Sarah began softly whispering, “It’s okay, Jeannie. It’s okay. I completely understand. Nobody’s going to tell on you. You’re fine.”
When Jeannie had stopped shaking, Sarah held her at arm’s length and looked in her eyes. Her reassuring smile was contagious. “I have to know, though,” Sarah said, “How long has this been going on?”
Jeannie looked down and mumbled, “three months. It’s been eating me alive.”
Sarah lifted Jeannie’s chin so that they had eye contact again. “I beat you by three weeks, then.” Jeannie’s astonished expression was absolutely priceless.
As amazing as all this was, I was so exhausted, and so drained from my orgasm, that I was fast asleep within minutes. I missed the phone call that brought Charlene and Heather to the hospital. I missed the long night of talking over coffee as they shared and bonded. Charlene filled me in the next morning before my parents arrived. Jeannie looked fantastic when she left work; the weight of all her pent-up worry and guilt had been lifted away.
For my physical therapy on that day, Dennis brought a wheelchair and took me to a separate part of the hospital where they kept most of the physical therapy equipment. I was carefully lowered onto a workout mat, where I was able to perform a handful of “girlie pushups” as we had called them in junior high. I was on my stomach, and pushing up essentially just my torso. It was exhausting, but exhilarating at the same time to have made this much progress this quickly. I knew I still had a long way to go, but just being able to push myself back upright onto my knees was a huge step up. My dad was once again along for my PT, and he went from looking worried to beaming with fatherly pride at my progress.
Dennis mentioned what I should do over the weekend, since he wouldn’t be there. It was the first time I even knew what day of the week it was. The coma ward was, after all, not the busiest part of the hospital. I asked if we could bring one of the exercise mats into my room for the weekend so that I could do more pushups and my dad carried it for me when we returned.
There were a bunch of people in the ward when we got back. They were the grief-stricken family of the young woman who had been brought in earlier in the week. She had not made it. After all the progress of that day, it just drove home how lucky I was to be alive. At the same time, everyone was sad and subdued. The girl was only fourteen.
I found myself crying over someone I had never really met.
Another first came that evening, when I was able to walk with assistance and actually sit down and take a crap in privacy. Unfortunately, with the tubes and such still attached to my arms, I wasn’t able to wipe my ass satisfactorily, so I had to put up with the indignity of lying on my stomach in bed while Charlene cleaned my asshole. I found out just how kinky Charlene was when she insisted on giving me an enema, and then buried her tongue up my ass while jacking my cock.
My heart rate escalated at this, and Sarah peeked in around the privacy curtain before shaking her head and walking away. I filled Charlene’s hand with cum, which she lapped up. I pushed myself up and turned over on my own while watching her enjoy her treat.
“Your cum tastes better now that you’re eating solid food,” she said.
“It must be all the fruit and juice you’ve been feeding me,” I replied. I reached over to her, and guided her to my side. She was still lapping from her palm as I opened up her top and began to suck her left nipple into my mouth for the first time. I had my left hand around her waist, and managed to slide my right hand down the front of her panties. Her pussy was shaved completely smooth -waxed, it turned out—and she was soaking wet as my middle finger worked its way into her. I eagerly sucked her nipples as she moaned in appreciation. By the time she had finished off the cum on her hand, she was shaking in a lovely orgasm of her own.
I flopped back onto my pillow, my body drained from the exertion. “Thank you so much,” I said. I then brought my right hand to my mouth to taste her pussy for the first time.
“No, thank you!” Charlene whispered back. She kissed my cheek, covered me with my sheet, and opened the curtain as she left. I fell asleep with those tasty fingers still in my mouth.
Saturday morning, I awoke and sat bolt upright in my bed. Sarah came quickly to my room – my heart rate had been elevated, which appeared at the nursing station. I was breathing heavily as she came up to my bed.
“What’s wrong?” she asked.
“Saturday?” I asked back. She nodded. “Every time I wake up,” I said, “I’m worried I might have fallen back into a coma.”
“Oh, that’s a shame,” Sarah said, “I wish there was something I could do to make you feel better.” Her eyes sparkled with horny mischief. “Unfortunately, the cleaning staff will be here too soon for us to have any real fun.”
While the cleaning staff vacuumed, mopped, and wiped down everything in the ward, I busied myself lifting my little dumbbells while holding my feet suspended off the bed. I was able to do both for two straight minutes this time. After the cleaning staff left, Heather arrived and Sarah left for the day. I had Heather and Sarah help me get my exercise mat rolled out and I slid down to it with very little assistance.
I did ten girlie pushups this time, with my knees and shins on the mat. After the last one, I dropped onto my face on the mat and rested there for a few minutes. When my strength had returned, I did another set. Twelve this time. My chest and shoulders were burning from the effort, and I rolled onto my side, inadvertently pulling on my IV.
“Ow.” I said aloud. Man, I even sound like my dad now.
“Are you okay down there?” Heather said from the foot of my bed. She had been watching me this whole time.
I held out my arm, and there was a little bit of blood where the IV needle had been jerked. Heather knelt and looked at it. She carefully disconnected the feed from the bag, leaving me with only a six-inch length of tube protruding from my arm. She gently cleaned and disinfected the area around the needle, then used medical tape to secure the tube to my arm.
“There,” she said when she had finished, “that should keep you from hurting yourself.”
I couldn’t help myself. I leaned forward and kissed her. Her eyes widened in surprise, and then closed as she let me take her mouth with mine. This time it was my hungry tongue that invaded her mouth. It was my hand finding its way to her tight ass, squeezing and kneading her muscular buttock while our tongues wrestled. We broke the kiss and both gasped for breath.
“I think I’m strong enough now,” I said.
There was a long pause as Heather gazed into my eyes…and then it was like I could see her brain registering what I had said. She looked me up and down, and then put her hand around my wrist. She lifted my hand into the air, taking my pulse.
“You feel strong enough to me,” she said, “and believe me, I want you inside me so badly right now I can practically taste it. But we can’t. Not right now. It’s just too risky.”
I groaned in frustration, but the sunlight streaming in my window clearly illuminated the seriousness in her face.
“Saturdays and Sundays are when we get the most visitors,” Heather continued, “and visiting hours start…” she looked at her watch, “now, actually.”
Right on cue, I heard my dad’s voice from down the hall.
Heather gently pushed me onto my back on the exercise mat and held my feet.
“See how many sit ups you can do,” she instructed.
I did four before my parents came in. I could really feel my abdominal muscles working. Heather’s back was toward my parents, so they couldn’t see what I could. She wasn’t wearing anything under her scrubs that day. Every time I sat all the way up, I could see both of her massive breasts in all their glory down the front of her top. It probably made my breathing heavier than it would have been.
At the top of my sixth sit up, I whispered “magnificent” to her. She smiled at me and then loudly said, “Twenty-one.”
When I came up again, “Twenty-two.”
I collapsed to my back, giggling helplessly. When I caught my breath, I managed another sit up and whispered to her, “Oh, you’re going to pay for that one.”
“Twenty-three,” she responded, smiling wickedly at me. She shook her shoulders a bit, causing her breasts to shake hypnotically right in my face. It took all my concentration to not get a massive hard-on right in front of my parents.
Heather helped me to my feet, and I was able to take most of my weight as I stepped over to my bed and slid under the sheet. My parents politely looked away, but they had gotten an eyeful as my gown exposed me. The blush of color in their faces gave them away.
I was able to feign ignorance well enough that we moved past that potentially awkward moment. I had my dad dole out my supplements for me, and Heather brought in a fresh jug of water for me to wash down the pills and powder. Not long after, Charlene brought in my breakfast. She and my parents visited while I ate my breakfast. Again, I was careful to take small bites and chew thoroughly so as not to upset my stomach. I actually had a strip of bacon, which I savored in seven heavenly pieces. I was embarrassed when I realized I was moaning in ecstasy while eating bacon. Everyone laughed at me when I held up the last bite and defensively said, “It’s bacon!”
My parents mentioned that Beth, my older sister, would be in town next weekend. They passed along that she said she couldn’t wait to see me again. They also said that Mark and Seth, my two best friends, would probably want to visit as well. Charlene cringed at that, and had to inform them that only family could visit in this ward.
“Once Josh can walk, though, they can visit with him in the visitor’s lounge or the lobby.”
The rest of my parents’ visit was nice. We talked at length about what would happen once I could return home. It was already the second of May, so there was less than a month of school left. That meant that I would be starting my junior year of high school at the end of the summer. My mom had spent a lot of the last week – when she wasn’t visiting with me – getting information from the school and talking with some of my teachers. It was possible for me to try to test out of some of my classes to move my graduation date up.
While we were having that discussion, another family came in to visit their comatose son. My dad got up and went to greet them, shaking hands with them in a way that told me they had met before. Not long after that, Charlene and Heather came back into my room with an attending physician I hadn’t met before, and they began removing my IVs entirely. The shunt that was in my neck was also removed. (That was uncomfortable. My mom couldn’t watch.) This left me with some fresh bandages, but only the fingertip heart monitor was still attached to me.
My parents left to get some lunch, but promised to return later in the evening. As they gathered themselves to leave, I asked if they could bring some shorts, t-shirts and underwear for me to put on while exercising. My mom promised she would.
After I had my lunch, Charlene helped me back to my exercise mat. She stayed in the room to watch me, but pulled the privacy curtain enough to stop me being exposed to passersby. I wasn’t quite able to do as many girlie pushups as before, but at the end I did one passable form pushup.
I lay on my stomach for a few minutes, getting my breathing back to normal, and then flipped onto my back. “Can you hold my feet for me?” I asked Charlene.
“Sure,” she replied, coming over to kneel at my feet. She then giggled as she grabbed my ankles. I looked up at her and realized that with my knees in the air and my ankles spread as they were, I was fully exposed from the waist down.
“My eyes are up here,” I joked, as I did my first sit up.
Charlene had a lacy black bra under her scrubs. When I had finished a dozen sit ups and flopped onto my back, my huge erection was in the air between us. Charlene gave me a quick, vigorous sucking. She then put a finger in her mouth, and slid it into my asshole as she sucked my cock back in. When her finger found my prostate, I exploded in her mouth. I blacked out a little with that orgasm, seeing stars as the ropes of semen spurted out of me.
When I had caught my breath finally, she helped me back to my bed. My legs were, of course, a little weaker after that.
I dozed off for a couple hours, waking up to find my mother in my room. Again, I was panicked when I awoke, sitting up quickly and looking frantically around me. My heart monitor was beeping at an accelerated clip, but was already slowing when my mother rushed to my bedside and held my hand.
I released my breath in a long, slow “whoooooh” as I lay back onto my pillow. “I’m alright, mom,” I reassured her when I took in the look of alarm on her face. I went on to explain, again, how I kept waking up like this. While I was explaining, I was caught completely off-guard to notice my mom’s nipples were noticeably protruding in the front of her blouse!
I probably have to explain why this was shocking; I had never, ever seen my mom’s nipples before. She has large breasts, and my friends and I had taken note of them. However, she always wore those thick, big “mom bras” that you see in Penney’s or Sears. When we went swimming as a family, she always wore a conservative one-piece swimsuit with a liner. What she was wearing now was a thin, white blouse with a thin, lacy bra. Her dark nipples were clearly visible, and they were large – the size of the first joint of my thumb.
Fortunately, I managed not to stare. That could have gotten weird and uncomfortable in a hurry. I was also spared because my “morning wood” had largely gone away when I sat up and while I was talking to my mom. It didn’t occur to me that she had seen it in all its glory while I was sleeping…nor that it was the cause of her aroused nipples.
My mother explained that my father was putting in extra hours at his office this evening so that he could free up time in the upcoming week to be with me for my physical therapy sessions. It’s a little embarrassing to admit, but at that time I didn’t have a clue what my father actually did for a living. I knew he worked in an office building, and that he did a lot of work on a computer. Some of this he was able to do from home. Also, he had lots of business meetings, and these were occasionally out of the country. At sixteen, I just didn’t have enough interest in whatever it was he was doing to really pay attention.
My mother, on the other hand, was a realtor. She was successful enough that she was her own boss, and she had other people who worked for her. This gave her as much flexibility as she wanted. Mom was awesome in that she was always available when I had any school activity she could attend. She knew all my teachers, coaches, principals, and office staff. She knew all the PTA members. She knew all my friends, knew their parents, and embarrassingly, knew all the cute girls in my classes and their parents. It would be a while before I realized that her ability to network like this was a big part of her success as a realtor.
Once I had calmed down completely, and Heather had come to check on me, my mother presented me with a bag full of my clothes. In it were six pairs of underwear, six pairs of shorts, three tank tops, and five t-shirts. Unfortunately, they were “my” clothes, from before I had been hospitalized.
Eager to put something on, I had grabbed a pair of my “tighty-whiteys” and my favorite pair of sweat shorts and tried slipping them on under the sheet. Mom pulled the curtain over to give me some privacy, so her back was to me when I started putting on the underwear. I got the briefs up to mid-thigh, where they were stuck. I couldn’t pull them any higher, and then couldn’t pull them down either.
“Oh, boy.”
“What’s wrong, honey?” mom asked.
I was far too embarrassed to tell my mother that I was trapped in my underwear. I continued to try struggling out of them and grunted, “Too tight.” As I wiggled my hips from side to side, the sheet betrayed me by sliding completely off the end of the bed. I was left sitting there, my hospital gown bunched above my waist, briefs around my thighs, and my enormous cock waving obscenely from side to side as I struggled to get the traitorous underwear off of me.
My mother’s eyes were anime-huge as she stared. It only took me a couple seconds from the time the sheet dropped to lie back and cover my crotch with the gown, but that was far too long. Mom had seen my dick. We both knew it.
Mom cleared her throat, shook her head, and then seized the offending briefs and removed them. She grabbed my sheet from the floor and tossed it into my lap.
“I’m so sorry, Joshua,” she said, “I feel so stupid. Obviously these won’t fit you anymore.” She put the briefs back into the bag, but not before I had gotten a clear look at just how excited her nipples had become. Her back to me, she held up each pair of shorts in turn and three went right back into the bag. She brought the remaining two pairs, which had been oversized basketball shorts. “Hopefully these will still fit you. I’ll stop by Wal-Mart on the way home and get you some MEN’S boxers for tomorrow.”
Her emphasis on “men’s” just drove into my brain that mom had seen my dick. I shook my head as I pulled on my favorite pair of sweat shorts. “Mom just saw your dick!” kept playing in my mind. These sweat shorts had been a favorite for my lounge-around-the-house summer days; loose and lightweight with an elastic waistband. They were easy to just lift up when I had to pee as well, a useful feature. I had often worn them without underwear. Lifting my hips, I pulled the shorts all the way up. They were a little snug now, but I finally had something on beneath my gown.
I grinned at my mom, pulled back the sheet, and sat up triumphantly.
“Ta-dah!” I said, swinging my legs over so that I was sitting on the side of the bed facing her.
Her expression was priceless. It also told me I had miscalculated horribly. I looked down at my crotch, where her gaze was locked, and saw my semi-erect cock looking like a ten-inch sausage tightly wrapped in thin, grey cloth. The bulbous cock head stood out clearly against the straining fabric. It was also dangerously close to popping right out of the leg opening of the shorts. My face had to have been beet red as I hurriedly pulled my hospital gown down to cover myself.
Mom’s face was certainly red.
After a long, awkward silence, she finally spoke. “Well…I guess that’s better than nothing under your gown.”
She was fidgety for the next few minutes. We tried awkwardly to make conversation. I think she caught me staring at her straining nipples. I know I caught her eyes on my crotch area a few times. Finally, mercifully, she blew out a long sigh and said, “I really should get going. I’ll make sure I bring you some clothes that fit tomorrow.”
She came up to me, wrapped me in a tight hug, and kissed my cheek. I hugged her back, which pulled her tummy snugly against my crotch. I could feel her nipples against my chest through the thin fabric of her blouse and bra, and my cock was hardening rapidly. She had to feel it. I think she even felt the end of my erection slide out of the bottom of the shorts, felt it throbbing against her. She cooed in my ear, “I love you so much, Joshua.” She was careful to keep her eyes locked to mine as she extricated herself from the hug, grabbed the bag of undersized clothes, and pulled the privacy curtain open.
I lay back on the bed and covered myself with the sheet again. I noticed that my mother held the bag of clothes in front of her chest as she waved goodbye to Heather and Charlene and made her way out of the ward.
Damn. That was just messed up. Unbidden, “Your mom just saw your dick!” popped into my head again. Thankfully, Charlene arrived with my dinner not long after that, and I wasn’t still sporting a mom-inspired boner.
The dinner was actually really good. It was chopped steak in light gravy, with green beans, potatoes, and a fruit cup. As I thoughtfully chewed my dinner and tried to distract myself with television, I just couldn’t help but replay that scene with my mother in my head. Over and over. And over. Man. I am a mess.
Half an hour later, after my food had settled and I had gone to the bathroom, I lay in my bed and attacked my exercises with a vengeance. Thirty leg lifts led straight into ten crunchers, followed by so many curls with the little dumbbells that I lost count. Heather’s honey-smooth voice snapped me back to reality.
“We’ll need to get you some bigger weights,” she said from the doorway.
I looked over at her and grinned. I set the dumbbells down beside me on the bed and held up my arms in a mockery of Hans und Franz. “Got to pump up these girly arms.” I said in my best Bavarian accent.
Man, her laugh made me feel…just great to be alive, and in the presence of beauty. My chest swelled as she approached my bed with an exaggerated sway of her hips. She reached out and squeezed my left bicep. “Ooh, my manly man,” she cooed. Thankfully, she didn’t try the accent. Her sexy voice was perfect. While her right hand stroked my arm, her left snaked up my leg and found my hard cock encased in the exercise shorts. “My VERY manly man.”
She then leaned in and whispered in my ear, “Make sure you take those shorts off. They’ll just get in our way after visiting hours tonight.” She gave my cock a squeeze before sauntering away. Maybe I’m a bad son, but I can honestly say I didn’t have a single thought about my mother for the rest of that night. Then again, maybe that makes me a better son—considering what those thoughts had been.
I stared at Heather’s swaying ass walking away from me as I pulled my sweat shorts off.
Later that night, after Charlene and Heather had finished attending to the patients in the coma ward, they both came to my room to administer my sponge bath. The whole thing was slow and sensuous and surreal. When they had finished, Charlene went back to the nurses’ station, but not before pulling the privacy curtain and blowing us a kiss. Heather got a basin of warm water from the bathroom sink, and used a washcloth to repeat the sponge bath procedure. She gently removed the astringent, mint-smelling cleaning compound from my entire body. When she had finished and disposed of the water, she helped me to sit up and face her. Standing three feet in front of me, she unbuttoned and removed her top, tossing it to the foot of my bed. She then undid the drawstring of her scrub pants and let them drop to the floor. She stepped back, bent to pick them up, and then walked right up to me as she added them to her top. I realized my mouth was hanging open, and I didn’t know where to look. Her massive breasts (EEE bra size, I would later learn) on her petite frame bobbed and weaved in a hypnotic manner. Her pussy, like Charlene’s was waxed completely smooth, revealing a lovely, puffy pussy mound. Her thighs were toned and sexy. The way her neck flowed smoothly and sensuously into her collarbone just made me want to mark it as my own.
Heather then turned away, displaying her heart-shaped ass as she got my exercise mat from the far end of the couch and spread it on the floor. The unhurried way she carried herself just made the whole scene sexy. She was on her knees, facing away from me as she smoothed out the mat. Her pussy lips peeked out from between her thighs, glistening. She got smoothly to her feet and walked around my bed to grab a clean bath towel, and I was treated to a boob man’s dream show the entire time. She walked back to the far side of the mat, facing me this time as she knelt and spread the towel out in the middle of the mat. Her breasts hung down so far that her nipples actually dragged across the towel. When she looked up at me from the towel, there was fire in her eyes.
I felt something bump against my stomach and looked down. I still couldn’t believe the size of the monster cock that was pulsing, rock-hard, right up against my abdomen. Heather growled softly in her throat as she rose and walked up to me. I was shaking a bit as she gently helped me to my feet and over to the mat. Once I was seated on the towel, Heather gently straightened out my legs and then knelt astride them. She slowly lowered her breasts toward me, feeding her right nipple to my hungry mouth. She held my face softly in her hands as she cooed quietly to me. “Take your time, baby. Mmm. Take your time.”
I realized my slurping was probably too loud, and tried to keep my moaning down as I eagerly sucked on her breast. I took as much as I could in my mouth, circling my tongue around her hard nipple. After a minute, she pulled her breast from my mouth and fed me the other one. I felt her shift her weight, lowering herself onto me. I was sitting up, with my hands on the towel behind me to support my weight as I eagerly pressed my face into her left breast. Her dripping pussy settled onto the shaft of my cock, trapping it against my abdomen as she slid slowly down its length. She began whispering to me.
“I’ve been waiting for this for so long, Joshua. I’m going to take my time and really savor this night with you.” She slid sensuously back up my shaft, stopping when her clit hit the head of my cock. “Charlene and Sarah and I have been using cucumbers on ourselves the last two months. Getting our pussies ready so they could handle your huge cock.” Her pussy was drooling on me as it slid back down to the base of my shaft. “I have come so hard a hundred times, imagining that fat cucumber was your cock filling me up.” She slid back up, then pulled my face to hers for a smoldering kiss as my cock head slipped into the soaking entrance of her pussy. Her throat emitted a high-pitched “Hmmm!” right into my mouth as she slowly took me in.
I leaned into her and wrapped my arms around her. Her hips pumped slowly back and forth as her hungry pussy sucked in more and more of my cock. I slid my hands down to squeeze her perfect ass. I felt her muscles flex and contract as for a brief moment, but had to go back to hugging her tightly so I wouldn’t fall backward. Her pussy felt absolutely amazing. I could feel her flexing and squeezing with her pussy walls; felt every nerve of my cock being simultaneously squeezed, stroked, and sucked. She was so tight she had to feel every vein and bump on my cock as it invaded her sweet pussy. Before all of my shaft got in, the tip of my cock bumped into her cervix, and she pulled her head from me with a gasp. “Ohmygod! I don’t believe it!” she hissed out. She pulled back from me a bit, and we both looked down to see two thick inches of my shaft protruding from her lips. The outer lips of her pussy were stretched into a perfect circle around that shaft.
Heather gently pushed my shoulders, forcing me to my back on the mat. She took my hands and guided them to her breasts as she slowly rose back up on my cock. When only the head was inside, she lowered slowly down again. Her hands were soon resting on my chest, and we were both shaking from the intensity of this coupling. Two more tortuously slow strokes, and Heather had to lean down and bite my shoulder to keep from screaming out in her orgasm. I leaned into her and bit her earlobe softly, trying to keep from coming myself as her pussy spasmed around my shaft. My hands slid around to her back again as she lay on top of me, and I was finally able to grab hold of that fantastic ass and squeeze it. It was amazing to feel her ass muscles work as she continued to pump herself on me. Her mouth again found mine, and she kissed me with frantic intensity as she began to grind my cock up inside her.
“Fuck me!” she hissed, “I want you to fill my pussy with your hot cum!”
I dug in my heels and flexed my ass as I did my best to fulfill her wishes. Heather’s tits were now mashed against my chest, and she was sucking on my tongue as she slid up and down my torso, plunging my cock hard into her with each stroke. Although I had no way of knowing it, this position had the shaft of my cock absolutely pummeling her clit, simultaneously bumping and sliding along it. She was spasming with her second orgasm within minutes of her first one, and this was far more intense. Her pussy clamped down so hard it was almost painful, and my crotch was soaked with the juices shooting down my shaft.
When I was released from that death grip, I grabbed her ass really hard and began pumping her on my cock. Heather’s eyes lit up as her eyes bored into mine. The muscles in my ass were burning from the intensity of this workout, but I didn’t care. I pumped hard up into her clutching pussy, reveling in the exquisite feel of her pussy around me, her ass in my hands, her tongue invading my mouth again. We could both feel it as my orgasm approached. My cock was bucking and pulsing inside her, and she pulled her head up to gasp, “Yesss!”
Then I was coming. To this day, this was probably the most intense orgasm of my life. I actually blacked out briefly at the intensity of it. Heather had another intense orgasm triggered by the molten semen shooting out of me and hammering her cervix. I felt Heather attacking my mouth with hers again while my vision dimmed. It was the only thing that kept me from screaming out loud in the pleasure of the moment. When it finally ended, Heather slid off, lying on her side next to me.
“God, you are every inch the stud I dreamed about,” she whispered. Her right index finger was making lazy circles around my right nipple as she talked to me.
“That was so…wow…thank you,” I stammered out. “I never thought it would be, that is, I just never, um…” Heather saved me from embarrassing myself by leaning in and kissing me again.
When she was finished, she drew her head back and looked dreamily into my eyes. “You’re beautiful,” she murmured to me.
She then ran her hand lovingly down my chest, over my stomach, to my semi-erect, soaking wet penis. Laughing softly to herself, she gazed at my cock in her hand and said, “…and thank you, sir!”
Heather released my cock, then kissed me softly once again. She then got up on unsteady legs and made her way to my bed. She grabbed her scrubs, then reached for the buzzer and pressed the button. She blew me a kiss and walked into my bathroom, closing the door behind her. I heard her start the shower just as I heard Charlene push the curtain out of her way. She groaned out loud as she looked at me, lying naked and covered in cum on the towel on my exercise mat.
As amazing and awesome as my night had been, it was only getting started.