I was awakened when I heard her gasp. I had been lying in my bed, spooning up against a shapely ass, feeling it press against my hardening cock. I had reached around her to fill my hand with her large breast…and she gasped out loud. My eyes shot open, and I realized with a start that the sun was streaming in my window. And MY MOM was lying spooned up with me in my bed. At least I had been dressed in a hospital gown before she joined me in my hospital bed, I reflected, releasing her breast and dropping my hand to hug her midsection instead. I tried willing my hard-on to go away, but that just wasn’t happening. I love my mom dearly and I would never do anything to hurt her. My big cock, on the other hand, would love to slide into my own mother and fill her right up.
I pulled my hips slowly back, so that I wouldn’t be pressing my erection against her anymore. I was shocked, appalled and extremely turned on when her hips pressed back into me, forcing the head of my cock into the cleft of her ass. My hospital gown had been pushed up past my waist at some point. I wasn’t wearing anything underneath it.
My mom’s skirt had been pushed up to her waist at some point. She wasn’t wearing anything underneath it.
My hard cock was getting its wish.
I felt my mother’s wet, furry pussy opening around the spongy head of my rock hard cock. She moaned softly and pulled my hand back onto her breast. Her pussy felt like a hungry mouth sucking in my dick. When four inches of my hard cock were buried inside my mom’s molten-hot pussy, I just couldn’t fight it anymore. I pressed my hips forward again, slowly burying my cock in her to the hilt. I heard the click of approaching heels, and figured this little dark fantasy of mine was coming to an end. Instead, my mother just clutched the sheet tighter around our entwined bodies. I heard Heather softly whisper, “Oh. How cute.” She quietly set my breakfast tray down, pulled the privacy curtain closed, and then I heard the click of her heels again as she walked away.
My cock was throbbing inside her as my mother started fucking back into me. After several long, sensuous strokes, I felt her bucking in the throes of orgasm. Then she was still, breathing heavily with her butt pressed firmly against me. She felt my cock throbbing inside her and said, softly, “You’re wide awake, aren’t you?”
“Yes, ma’am,” I replied in as low a volume as I could manage.
“Good.” She once again started driving her hips back, forcing my fully-engorged cock deep into my own mother’s sweet pussy. Just when I was on the edge of no return, she stopped, turned to look at me, and said, “No, you’re not.”
I sat bolt upright in my bed, nearly knocking Heather over. She was standing by my bed, breakfast tray in hand. As usual, my heart monitor made clear my elevated heart rate. I’m sure I had a wild expression on my face as that vivid, incestuous dream melted into reality.
“Jesus. What is wrong with me?” I thought.
“Whoah!” Heather said, setting my breakfast down. “You’re alright, Josh. Calm down.”
The sun was really streaming into my room. I was really wearing my hospital gown. My cock was really hard and hungry for release. And, it turns out, my mom was really in the hospital. At that moment she was out at the desk in the lobby, talking with Charlene. I was still trying to clear the dream from my head and process reality. Shaking my head, I noticed Heather was staring at the tent my massive erection was making in my bed sheet. She was licking her lips, looking hungrily down at me.
“Looks like you missed me too,” she said, finally meeting my gaze.
“Yes, ma’am,” I said, in as low a volume as I could manage. I was almost growling in my throat as I said it, taking in Heather’s sexy body in front of me. Her nipples pressed noticeably against the fabric of her scrubs.
“I can’t wait,” she whispered to me. She rotated the tray table over my lap, hiding my full-blown erection beneath a surprisingly satisfying breakfast.
After breakfast, I pulled my privacy curtain over while I put on a fresh set of clothes. I opened the curtain again and hit my exercise mat with a vengeance. Mom made her way into my room while I was doing pushups. These were now “legit” pushups; only my toes and hands were touching the mat, I kept my back straight throughout, and I was lowering to touch my chest to the mat before pushing back up. I glanced up and blew my mom a kiss before lowering slowly for my third pushup.
“Good morning!” she said brightly, coming over to stand in front of me as I continued.
“Good morning to you,” I managed in an even tone as I pushed back up. She kind of squatted down a bit as she looked around her, evidently trying to figure out how to get comfortable. In the process, her skirt rode up and revealed that she was not wearing anything beneath that knee-length skirt. Her lightly-furred, thick pussy lips were displayed in all their glory for a couple of precious seconds before she settled into a cross-legged seated position and smoothed her skirt down. “Like a dream come true,” I thought to myself as I finished the last two pushups of that set. When I was done with the set, I lay on my stomach with my arms crossed in front of me.
“I talked with your dad on the phone this morning.” I felt a stab of guilt in my gut at that. “He said to tell you he’s sorry that he won’t see you today. That meeting ran over, and will take up most of today. By the time his flight gets back tonight, it will be too late for him to visit.” I hadn’t realized his meeting had been out of town, but it wasn’t unusual for him.
“Tell him I understand. Even if he could make it in here, dad would probably be exhausted. Tell him I’ll look forward to seeing him tomorrow.” We shared a smile, and I started my second set of pushups. As I exercised, I noticed that my mom had gone back to a thinner lace bra beneath her blouse. I managed to be subtle enough not to get caught staring this time. Mom shifted her position, bringing her legs together and drawing both of them to her left side in front of me. In the process, she briefly flashed her neatly-trimmed light brown bush. I blew out a breath and dropped my face to the mat. I was done with that set anyway. I couldn’t figure out if mom was teasing me, trying to tempt me, or legitimately didn’t know she was exposing herself to me. If it was intentional, she was far too skilled at hiding it.
Heather came to the door a couple of times during my mom’s visit to check in on me. After the pushups, crunchers and leg lifts, I stood on the mat and worked the dumbbells. All the while, my mother was there, talking with me and occasionally flashing me as she shifted position. The shorts I wore were grey sweat shorts, and even through the boxer briefs I had on beneath, I am sure my mom could see the outline of my big, half-hard cock as I stood in front of her and lifted the weights. I did catch her looking there a few times. When Dennis showed up for my physical therapy session, my mom excused herself. She gave me a big hug and a kiss on the cheek before she left.
Dennis rolled my wheelchair to the physical therapy room again. I was able to upgrade to 20-pound dumbbells, although that was a much more strenuous increase than I expected. Dennis said it was likely because I had already been working out this morning with the lighter weight. I was able to put in another quarter-mile walk on the treadmill. My legs again burned with the exertion, but not to the point of pain. Dennis credited my supplements with helping me recover so quickly from these workouts. I made a mental note to thank my dad for those. For the first time, I worked out with some of the weight machines. The two exercises I did on those were lateral pull downs and leg presses. The pull downs simulated the classic “chin-up” exercise, but I was pulling 40 pounds rather than lifting my entire body weight. I was surprised that I could leg press 180 pounds on the first try. I asked if I could use this equipment for additional workouts, and Dennis said, “As long as someone on staff doesn’t mind bringing you down here and spotting you.” When we got back to the nurses’ station, I asked Charlene about the possibility of using the equipment in the PT room.
“I’m afraid we can’t do that, Josh,” she replied, “We aren’t allowed to go that far from our station while we’re on duty here.”
“Aw, that’s a shame,” I replied, “but I understand.” In my head, though, I was scheming a way to get Charlene bent over some of that equipment. I figured I would wait until Dennis had gone before bringing it up. Just in case I was a little too obvious.
I was sweaty after my workout, and requested a shower. Heather came in to “spot me” during my shower. As soon as we were in the bathroom, she locked the door and pushed me back against the sink. She dropped to her knees, peeled down my shorts and boxers, and inhaled half my cock. I enjoyed running my fingers through her dark red hair and watching as she bobbed eagerly. Heather had her right hand down the front of her pants and her left grabbing my ass and pressing me into her face. Her enormous, braless breasts were bobbing in time with the thrusts of her face into my crotch. Within minutes, I was ready to explode.
“Here it comes,” I gasped through clenched teeth. Heather moaned around my shaft, then backed her mouth up to lock her lips around the crown of my cock head. I thought I actually heard the first shot of cum splash against the roof of her mouth. I definitely heard Heather gulping down every spurt of cum and then felt her sucking the rest out like it was her favorite soda. Caught up in the intensity of my orgasm, I couldn’t tell if she had gotten off.
“Did you cum?” I asked her. Still savoring the cum in her mouth, she shook her head that she hadn’t. So I switched with her, pulling her to her feet, pushing her against the sink and dropping to my knees. I stripped off her scrub pants and panties, and dove in to feast on her soaking pussy. I grabbed her tight ass with both hands and fucked her with my tongue. I licked her sensitive clit, then buried two wiggling fingers in her pussy and sucked hard on her clit until she was shaking through her third orgasm and begging me to stop.
We had already spent too long in the bathroom, so I wound up rushing my shower. At least I didn’t stink after I had dried and changed clothes. I had lunch and then rolled myself in the wheelchair to the coma ward. I spent an hour or so quietly reading to the two remaining patients, Steve and Robert. Both guys were on ventilators. Neither miraculously woke up with me reading to them, of course. Still, it felt good to make the effort.
Heather and Charlene came in and quietly announced it was lunch time. Heather wheeled me back to my room for lunch while Charlene changed the IV bags in the ward. Back in my room, I sat up on my bed and used the control to raise the back to an upright position behind me. Heather left to grab my lunch and then returned. I asked her about Robert, the patient in the coma ward. I couldn’t recall meeting his family, unlike Steve. While I ate my lunch, Heather told me about Robert.
“He’s 65 years old. He and his wife were in a bad car accident a year and a half ago. His wife didn’t make it. They had four kids, all grown. None of them live close. Occasionally one of his kids will come to visit. Sometimes they bring their families. It has been a while, though. He’s been stable, and there’s enough brain activity that we know he’s not brain dead. There is definitely some cerebellum damage, though, since he can’t breathe without the ventilator.”
This was more depressing than I had expected. After lunch I hit my exercise mat again, working the heavier 20-pound dumbbells slowly until my arms and shoulders were burning. I was doing bent rows with one dumbbell at a time when my mother returned. “Wow, Joshua. Your arms are getting really muscular,” she said from the foot of my bed. I had been grunting with the exertion, and trying to breathe evenly, and had not heard her come in. I turned my head to smile up at her, maintaining the slow, steady pace of my lifting. “Hey, mom. How’s it going?” I asked as I did the last two reps of that set.
She came around to stand in front of me as I shifted position to lift with my right arm, putting my left knee on the mat and reaching down to grasp the dumbbell. I noticed that mom was wearing the same outfit as she had been earlier, wondering if she was still “commando” under the skirt. She noticed that I was in a new set of shorts and a tank top. “Are you running out of clean clothes?” she asked.
I blew out a breath before replying. “I still have two clean pairs of shorts and plenty of shirts. Would you mind getting me more of those gray exercise shorts? Maybe just in a men’s large this time?” I looked up at her while saying this. She nodded back to me, and her breasts bobbed enticingly.
She lit up in a big smile, then. “You know, we’re going to have to get you a whole new wardrobe once we get you home. I can’t wait to take you shopping for new clothes.” Not my idea of a great time, I thought, but she seemed delighted at the prospect. Two more reps and it hit me; she’s just looking forward to having me home; to having her son back. She could finally see having a normal life again.
My mother then chatted to me about her clients and some of the houses she had shown the past few days. I grunted occasionally to acknowledge I heard her. After the workout, I walked into the bathroom to wash the sweat out of my eyes. My mother followed me in, still describing this “gorgeous” house she had been showing that afternoon. Without thinking, I whipped off my shirt and hung it over the rod for the shower curtain. I turned to the sink, and began splashing water into my face. I stopped and looked at my mom’s reflection in the mirror when I realized she had stopped talking to me abruptly. Her gaze was glued to my backside. Her mouth was slightly open. Giving her an “out,” I bent and splashed more water in my face, asking, “What’s the yard like on that place? Is it a big lot?”
“Oh! Um, it’s a nice lawn. Half an acre lot. To be honest, they’re asking way too much for it, but if I can talk them down…” she continued on as I grabbed a towel and dried my face and upper body. I put on deodorant, and mom followed me as I stuffed the sweaty shirt into the bag with my other dirty clothes. I snagged a clean tank top from the other bag and put it on.
“I’ll wash those dirty clothes for you tonight, Joshua,” my mom said, “Just make sure I don’t leave without them.”
“Thanks, mom,” I grinned at her, “You’re awesome.”
She smiled back at me, then walked over to the couch and sat down, patting the cushion next to her. Once again, she had flashed her pussy at me from beneath her skirt. I could see glistening from her slightly spread, thick pussy lips before she crossed her legs. As I walked over to join her, I was racking my brain. I think I had seen my mother’s panties three or four times in my whole life before. As near as I could tell, those were the sorts of underpants you would expect a forty-something married mom to wear; conservative and white. I had never seen her pussy before today. Dad was out of town. I wondered then if she had worn panties when she took clients out to look at properties. If she had, that meant she had taken her panties off before visiting me in the hospital…the thought made me swell in my shorts.
I sat beside her and wrapped my arm around her. Mom laid her head on my shoulder again, talking softly to me. My room at our house, as well as Beth’s, had been left pretty much as I remembered them, she said. She mentioned that she would see about getting me a bigger bed as she reached up and rubbed my shoulder. It was nice, sitting there and holding my mom close like that. She remembered to take my dirty clothes with her when visiting hours ended.
After my mom left that night, I realized that I needed to be very, very careful around her in the future. It was far too easy for me to imagine scenarios that led to me having sex with my mother. I looked way too much like my dad, now. I even sound like him. She had seen my naked dick waving around in front of her, and seen it hard and pulsing in my shorts. She had caught me staring at her breasts repeatedly, and didn’t seem alarmed by it. She might have even been flashing her naked pussy at me today on purpose.
I tried to figure out what I should do, what I should say to her, to resolve this. I pulled the privacy curtain over absent-mindedly and undressed while pondering. This was a tough situation to work out; it would be far too easy for me to say the wrong thing, to hurt my mom’s feelings, to alienate her and ruin our relationship. I was also torn by my dark lust. I saw my dick hardening in front of me when I imagined taking my mother from behind, with her mistaking me for my father until she realized it was her son’s huge dick plowing her pussy…I shook my head with a snort, trying to clear that dirty image from my mind as I stepped into the shower. Less than a minute later, the bathroom door burst open, and Heather and Charlene were both standing in my bathroom. I pulled the shower curtain open, and they looked pissed!
“What the hell do you think you’re doing?!?” Charlene burst out. It took several seconds before I realized my mistake. I still wasn’t supposed to even walk without one of them spotting me. Here I was showering by myself. I had been so distracted by thoughts of my mother, I had completely lost track of where I was.
I apologized profusely. Three separate times. They made me promise to buzz them every time I wanted to get out of bed from now until I left the hospital. As frustrating as the thought was, I knew they were right. I really didn’t want to get them into trouble. I was still promising to be a good boy when Heather stripped off her scrubs and panties and joined me in the shower. After the shower, I apologized to Heather again as she lay on her back on my exercise mat with her ankles up on my shoulders. I apologized again and again for my hard cock nailing her cervix, almost with every stroke. I apologized for biting her nipples too roughly as I drove deep inside her. She was shaking and babbling incoherently, but I think she accepted my apology. She certainly accepted every drop of my cum inside her wide-stretched pussy. Twice.
I tried to apologize to Charlene after Heather had left my room, but she wouldn’t hear it. She pushed me onto my back on the exercise mat and said, “Just shut up and fuck me.” I did my best, but let’s be honest; in that position, she was fucking me. She did a thorough job of it, too. I was surprised that I was able to cum inside Charlene’s clutching pussy. It was my third orgasm in less than an hour, and my fourth since lunch. I didn’t even go soft after that, and Charlene was able to ride me to another satisfying orgasm before she had to stop. She dismounted and lay on my chest. Still panting for breath, she said, “You’re just insatiable tonight. What’s gotten into you?”
I hadn’t been thinking about my mom while I had sex with Heather or Charlene, but I had been tortured and at least half-hard most of the day. As I mumbled, “It’s all you. You are so damned sexy,” and she smiled at me, I realized what I needed to do about my mom. Play it stupid.
I needed to just ignore how sexy she was, how hot she got me, and act like I didn’t notice if she was staring at my crotch. It’s a chicken-shit move, but at least I wouldn’t risk hurting her feelings.
I waited until Charlene had recovered her strength, then gently helped her back into her lacy underwear and scrubs. I rolled into my bed, still naked and rock-hard. Charlene shook her head when she saw it, and then she leaned in to give me a long, wet lick before returning to the nurses’ station. Heather came back into my room almost immediately after, stripping off her clothes and turning to join me in my darkened room. She pressed her shapely ass against me, and gasped when she felt my erection pressing back into her. I reached around to hold her, and she grabbed my left hand and filled it with her massive left tit. I felt her pussy opening up around my swollen cock head, and was deeply disturbed when I realized that…dammit…I was thinking about fucking my mother with my cock inside Heather.
Heather—that perfect, sexy, redheaded nurse with the biggest breasts I had ever seen—was taking my hard cock into her eager, puffy, baby-smooth waxed little pussy. All I could think about was how this was exactly like the dream I had before I woke up this morning, except it was my mom in bed with me. I let my mind go, let the dark fantasy have its way. I was fucking my hard cock up into my mom’s eager little pussy as she moaned appreciatively and I squeezed her breast. I kept from saying anything, fantasizing about not getting caught while our hips pumped against each other. Heather made a soft cooing sound when she felt my cock bucking and spewing my seed inside her. I leaned up onto my right elbow and gave her a hot kiss before lying back down and snuggling my chest against her back. She was snoring softly minutes after that with my dick still inside her.
I did manage to fall asleep for a couple hours before Charlene came in to wake Heather up. Charlene’s approaching footsteps woke me before she reached my bedside, but Heather was groggy and took a while to waken fully. When she finally slid from me to sit up, my cock slid out of her and my load squirted from her pussy to make a huge puddle on the bed. Charlene and I helped Heather into the shower. I helped Charlene strip the drenched linens from my bed. We put on fresh sheets and then we cuddled together, kissing and fondling each other until she fell asleep. Once again, a shapely ass was pressed against my cock, and a large breast filled my hand. I was still awake when Heather emerged from my bathroom. She was clothed in her loose fitting aqua-colored scrubs again, and looked alert as her eyes met mine in the darkened room. I smiled at her. She looked down at Charlene, sleeping soundly in front of me. “Oh. How cute,” she whispered.
My cock gave a lurch as I heard her heels clicking away.
I didn’t sleep well that night. I woke up when Heather came to get Charlene an hour before sunrise. Somehow, my cock had gotten hard again and had found its way inside her while we both slept. When Charlene woke up, her sphincter clamped down on my shaft painfully. We both looked down in surprise as I pulled my hard-on slowly out of her tight little butt. Her clutching little sphincter ring seemed reluctant to release the head of my cock, finally letting it go with an accompanying groan from Charlene. Her head and shoulders shuddered at the sensation, and she called me a “dirty boy” before kissing me hard and getting out of the bed. While she dressed, I pulled on a clean hospital gown and lay back down. I couldn’t get back to sleep. When the pre-dawn light started to come through my window, I hit my buzzer. Heather came in, and I walked over, opened the curtains, walked back to my bed and lay down. “Thank you,” I said. She stood there, looking puzzled for a good minute before it registered. I was being a good boy. I wasn’t getting out of bed without hitting the buzzer. She came over and gave me a sensuous tongue kiss for being such a good boy.
I lay in my bed and watched the sun rise through my window.
An hour later, I hit the buzzer again. When Charlene poked her head in the doorway I asked, “Could you please bring me some water?”
“Sure thing.”
I turned to put my feet on the floor, reaching into the plastic bag and pulling out baggy black shorts and a white tank top. When Charlene returned with my water, I was pulling up the shorts over a pair of clean boxer briefs. I then walked to her, checked to make sure we weren’t being observed, and leaned in to kiss her. “Thanks.” I said, breaking the kiss and taking the pitcher of water.
Charlene stayed and watched me. I took my supplements, washing them down with the ice water, and then I rolled my exercise mat out and started my morning workout. Charlene saucily got down on the floor in front of me, making sure I got a good eyeful of her sexy breasts while I did my pushups.
“Naughty girl,” I hissed at her, “where did your bra go?”
She looked down her top, and feigned a surprised expression. “I must have lost it, sir. Maybe it’s with my panties, somewhere.” We shared a grin as I started my second set of pushups. Charlene held my feet for my sit ups, and I got a lovely eyeful of her breasts every time. I could feel my abdominal muscles burning, but my attention was so focused on her hard nipples that I hadn’t been counting. When I finally stopped, she said, “Wow. Eighty-seven sit ups. I don’t think I could do that many.”
I was as surprised as she was. The most I had ever done before I got sick was thirty.
Heather came to the door and announced breakfast. I got back into bed, finding I hadn’t even broken a sweat. The nurses left me to eat my breakfast and went to attend to the other coma patients. My parents arrived before I had finished my breakfast, and I made a point to moan loudly as I ate a strip of bacon, grinning at them as I did so. They both laughed, but then my dad came over and snagged the last strip of bacon. He finished chewing it and said, “Sorry, you made it sound too good to resist!”
We all laughed. I spoke up then, “OH! I meant to thank you earlier, but you were out of town. Dad, you were absolutely spot-on. Those supplements you got me have made all the difference in the world. Dennis said he might make those a mandatory part of PT for his other patients.”
My father lit up at that one. It’s always nice to be appreciated.
I hit the buzzer after my food had a chance to settle, making sure it was alright to start my workout again with my dad spotting me. I was doing another set of sit ups, with my dad holding my feet, when I caught him looking up my mom’s skirt. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw she was still not wearing panties. This was a shorter skirt, too, far more likely to show off her goodies. My dad looked turned on. I made sure to do fewer exercises with the weights so they could get out of there. It was amusing how grateful dad looked as he hugged me and hustled my mom out. Lucky bastard.
I once again buzzed, and Heather knelt at the foot of my mat while I did the rest of my weight lifting routine.
I probably pushed too hard at my physical therapy session that day. After it was over and I was reading to Robert and Steve, my muscles, especially in my ass, were just burning. When Heather rolled my wheelchair back to my room at lunchtime, I had a pained expression when I stood up.
“What’s wrong?” Heather asked.
“I think I tried too much weight on the leg press. My butt is killing me.” Heather stifled a giggle, but then tried to look serious when she said, “I think Jeannie should have a look at it after lunch.”
I realized then that I had missed Jeannie’s arrival, and that Charlene was now gone. I ate my lunch, and then Jeannie came in and inspected and massaged my aching butt cheeks thoroughly. She had pulled off my shorts and underwear, and had me lie on my stomach while she worked over my behind. It was a flimsy pretense, but in all seriousness it made a world of difference. I had really been in pain, and I had just a hint of soreness when she finished the deep-tissue massage. When I rolled over to thank her, Jeannie’s eyes lit up and she dove onto my hard cock like a starving woman. I was a little alarmed when I heard my parents coming down the hall. Heather stopped them well short of my room, though, and while Jeannie hungrily deep-throated my cock, I heard her say, “Josh is getting a therapeutic massage session right now.” Damned straight, I thought, nothing more therapeutic than this!
Jeannie heard them too. She looked up at me and growled softly. I mouthed at her, “I’m going to cum!” and she made a soft “m-hmm” as she coaxed out my load. I put my clenched right hand at my mouth to silence myself at the intensity. I flopped back onto the bed when she had drained me. Jeannie carefully pulled my shorts back onto me, and helped me to my feet. As she opened the privacy curtain and walked me to my parents, I said, “Thanks. That was awesome.” She blushed a bit, and I went on, “No, seriously,” I made sure she could see the seriousness of my expression, “I was really hurting. My muscles feel so much better now. Thank you.”
“You’re welcome,” Jeannie said. She gave my mom a big hug, then. My dad came over and hugged me. I noticed that he smelled freshly showered, and that he and my mom were wearing different clothes than they had been that morning. I managed to stick to my plan of ignorance and said nothing about that. Instead, “You know, dad, I meant to say something earlier. You really look great. What kind of exercises have you been doing while I was out?” From that point forward, “while I was out” or, if it was my parents, “while Josh was out” became our euphemistic way of referring to my coma.
The next week and a half were a blur. I was so busy exercising, flirting with the nurses in the daytime, and having passionate sex with them at night that my days seem all melted together in my memory. That night, Heather and Jeannie were both naked in my room. Heather watched and played with herself while Jeannie mounted me “reverse cowgirl” style and took me in her ass. She did not bother to put a condom on me, but she had prepared and lubricated her ass. She was deliciously tight as I slowly filled her. Heather gasped that it looked really hot, but she could never fit me in her tiny asshole. Just hearing her say it, knowing she was thinking about it, made me erupt in no time. Jeannie’s legs gave out with the force of her own orgasm when she felt me shooting inside her.
The next day, I graduated to 25-pound dumbbells. I used those through the weekend. Friday night, Sarah rode my cock while Jeannie rode my face. She was unbelievably wet, soaking my face and neck with intense, shuddering orgasms. Afterward, she told us that it was the first time she had cunnilingus since she got married seven years earlier. We made up for lost time. I licked and slurped her through several more orgasms, until she just collapsed and shook helplessly. Sarah and I spread a blanket over my exercise mat so that we could stroke her body and soothe her skin while she recovered. Sarah whispered to her, “Oh, sweetie. You look so beautiful right now. Heather was right.”
I raised an eyebrow at that. Sarah looked sheepish, but admitted Heather had told about watching me and Jeannie the night before. “I’m sure you’re not up for it tonight, Jeannie,” Sarah concluded, “but I would love to see that big cock going into your ass.” She shivered as she said it.
“There’s no way you could stop me from getting him in my ass tonight.” Jeannie growled back. Jeannie made a real show of it as she took me up her tight backside that night, spreading her legs wide as she slowly impaled herself. She pulled Sarah’s head close, whispering to her and making sure she had a real close look. A groaning Sarah was soon licking Jeannie’s pussy and giving an explicit play-by-play with each stroke and shivering climax. Jeannie kept both loads of my cum inside her ass until she left the next morning.
Early Saturday morning, Sarah was standing behind me in my bathroom as I shaved my face. I had simply walked into the bathroom, turned on the light and dropped my hospital gown. When I saw my reflection in the mirror I was stunned. This was me? Seriously? The six-foot-three young man looking back at me was ripped. Broad, muscular shoulders led into a thick pillar of neck muscle. My chest bulged, as did my arms. Not body-builder huge, but solid and muscular. Sarah was admiring my toned, naked backside. I shook my head in disbelief, and then shaved. When I was done, I took a quick shower and Sarah slowly toweled me dry. It was a slow, sensual process. I felt hypnotized as she looked into my eyes and stroked the soft fabric of the towel over my skin. The magic of the moment finally ended for us, and we kissed softly before walking out the bathroom door…and then we screeched to a halt.
My sister was sitting on the couch in my room.
I’m sure we weren’t frozen and staring at each other as long as it felt. It felt like forever before Beth finally croaked out, ‘Josh?”
I was relieved to realize that I had my bath towel wrapped tightly around my waist. I glanced at Sarah, standing next to me. She looked fine; her scrubs were clean and dry, her hair was brushed straight, there was nothing about her appearance that looked suspicious. I smiled at my sister and said, “Beth. How have you been?”
She stood up from the couch and rushed over to hug me, but we both stopped a foot apart when we both realized that I towered over my big sister now. I reached out and held her upper arms. She lifted a hand to my chest and stroked her fingertips over my skin, staring as she did. She jerked her hand away when she realized what she was doing. She looked like she was about to apologize when I pulled her to me and gave her a big hug. “God, Beth, it’s so good to see you,” I murmured into her hair.
I released Beth after a good two minutes, and then Sarah led her out and pulled the privacy curtain while I pulled on underwear and shorts. Before I could pull on my tank-top, Sarah reminded me that I would be getting my hair cut that morning. I pulled the curtain open and invited them back in.
Sarah brought an extra chair into my room, pulling it up next to my hospital bed and inviting Beth to sit as she served my breakfast. We talked and she brought me up to speed with her new life as a college student at State. Beth would talk for a few minutes and then trail off staring at me. Sometimes my face, sometimes my body, but I would catch her eye; she would shake her head and then continue.
Finally, I said, “It’s weird, right? I look just like dad.”
Her eyes widened and she said, “That’s it! I couldn’t place it, but…wow. You even sound like dad.”
I nodded, chewing the bite of my breakfast. After swallowing, I said, “When I looked in the mirror earlier, I thought some dude was looking in a window at me. So creepy…and then I realize that’s me, now.”
When I finished my breakfast I buzzed in the nurse. It was Charlene, now. She had a gleam in her eye that told me she had a nice chat with Jeannie before she left. I joined my sister on the couch and we talked while Charlene cleared out my tray and changed the bed linens. I occasionally asked Charlene to comment as I discussed my PT, some of the doctors and staff, and other little details to bring my sister up to date on my own progress.
Sarah and Charlene then came in and I moved over to the chair they had brought in earlier. They helped each other while they cut my hair. They chatted about a guy Charlene had met, an orderly who seemed very interested. “He should be,” I quipped, waggling my eyebrows as I looked her up and down. That was a mistake, of course. They had to cut my hair very short to correct the zigzag stripe the clippers had made on the back of my head. Beth had laughed out loud at that, “You earned that one, bro,” she quipped.
My parents arrived an hour later. They brought in a fistful of brochures and catalogs, and we picked out my new bed. I basically approved the new curtains, bed linens, desk, office chair, lamp, and bookcase that my mom had already decided on. Dad commented that he approved of my new shorter haircut. With a straight face, I told him, “It feels nice. I was sweating so much after my workouts. This helps a ton.”
Beth managed not to laugh.
Sarah watched as I took Charlene’s asshole that night. I looked over my shoulder at Sarah’s hand flying back and forth on her clit while I stood spread-legged and drove into Charlene from behind. Charlene was so visibly intense in her orgasmic throes, that Sarah was muttering, “Damn. I AM going to have to try that in my ass.” Three nights later, with Jeannie’s help, she did.
Another patient arrived in the coma ward in the middle of the following night, almost getting us all busted. It was only sheer, dumb luck that we weren’t. I had been drinking a lot more water as my workouts got more intense. I had to break off having sex with Charlene to pee, and she had gone into the nurses’ bathroom to relieve herself while I did. Sarah had been uncomfortable all day as her ass recovered from the previous night, so she was standing up and leaning against the nurses’ desk when the orderlies burst in with the new patient on a gurney.
“It would be nice if you guys used the buzzer,” Sarah hissed at the orderly leading the way. I heard them, of course, and pulled on a hospital gown before putting on the “groggy just woke up, what the hell’s going on out here” routine. I was trying to figure out how to get Charlene’s scrubs to her, when she emerged from the nurses’ bathroom. I had forgotten, of course, that they had lockers in there and extra scrubs. She was dressed, and had fixed her hair so she didn’t look freshly-fucked.
Beth came in daily to watch my workouts. Each day, I would finish an exercise, and find her staring at me with her mouth slightly open. If I hadn’t been so sexually satisfied from my night time activities with the nurses, I would have had an instant boner from seeing her look at me like that. As it was, I thought I was getting better and better at my pretend ignorance. I would smile at her and make a joking comment like, “Feel the burn!” I would make a goofy face while flexing, and then my sister would be laughing. She was so beautiful when she laughed.
Sometime in the middle of that same week, Doctor Hinton came to observe my physical therapy session. I was jogging on the treadmill when he entered the room. I had seen the guy twice since my second day out of the coma. He looked around and almost left. I was that unrecognizable. He followed Dennis around throughout the PT routine, occasionally taking notes. When Dennis dropped me off at the nurses’ station, Doctor Hinton remarked, “Well, Joshua, you are far ahead of schedule. We’ll be able to discharge you on Monday.” He turned and walked over to my parents, and I was aware of my stricken expression when I saw it reflected in Heather’s eyes. A tear ran down her cheek, and she ran into the nurses’ bathroom to avoid my parents and Steve’s wife.
“When you’ve gotta go, you’ve gotta go,” my dad piped up as my parents approached. Mom elbowed him, and I managed to smile weakly. I pretended to be happy when my mother gushed, “Doctor Hinton says you can come home Monday! I can’t believe it!”
That night, I held Heather in my arms as she sobbed into my shoulder. I was seated on a towel on my exercise mat with my cock inside her and her heavy breasts pressed into my chest.
“I could break my leg,” I said softly.
“What?” she pulled back to look at me, her pussy squeezing me as she did.
“I could break my leg,” I repeated, “so I could stay longer.”
Heather laughed through her tears. “Don’t be silly,” she said. Then she saw my serious expression and she kissed me hungrily again.
When she came up from the kiss she said, “Oh, my silly, beautiful, sexy man. They would just send you home with a broken leg.”
I reflected on how many men would give up a leg entirely just to hear this goddess call them “her man.” Then she added “otherwise I would break your leg.” We both laughed softly at that, and then we fucked for three hours straight with an intense passion. Jeannie finally burst in, accusing Heather of “hogging the Josh.” We both smiled up at her. She, too, had tears in her face.
Heather rose slowly off of me, revealing every rock-hard, pussy-soaked inch of my shaft as she did. Jeannie stripped off her scrubs and practically jumped into my arms. She impaled me in her lubricated ass in one smooth stroke and kissed me passionately. Heather dressed, and bent to kiss us both on the cheek before she left. Jeannie rode me hard until she came. I then flipped her onto her knees and knelt to take her from behind. I leaned down onto her back and kissed her neck as I slid my cock into her tight little hole. She clamped down hard, just the head inside her, and hissed, “That’s not my ass. Josh, you can’t fuck my pussy!”
“Oh! Sorry!” I said. I meant it, too. I just couldn’t bring myself to pull out. I froze like that, not moving a muscle—unless you counted the involuntary throbbing of my cock.
“Ohh…” Jeannie moaned. We both felt her tight little pussy spreading around my thick, throbbing cock head. “Josh, you can’t take my pussy,” she whispered, even as her hips were pressing back and forcing more of me into her. She whimpered, “That’s only for my…oh, God…my…” Half my cock was now inside her.
I knew that if I just stayed still, she would soon have me fully inside her. I also knew that I would be shooting uncontrollably into her unprotected pussy. I loved her too much to let that happen. I grabbed her ass cheeks firmly, and she groaned in surrender. Then with every ounce of my self control, I pulled out of that hungry, sucking little hole.
“Thank you,” she moaned out as I sank back into her ass.
The rest of that week, we took every opportunity to have sex. During the daytime, I was in the nurses’ bathroom with one of the nurses as often as not. Heather, Sarah, and Charlene each came in on their night off to steal an hour of sex before going back home. I was still hitting the weights for an hour a day, and I did my physical therapy on Thursday and Friday, but the rest of the time I was buried in a horny nurse or wishing my parents and sister would leave so I could be. Sunday night, all four nurses gathered in my room as soon as visiting hours ended. It was a lot less sexy and a lot more sad than you would expect.
Charlene had been having me memorize their home address all weekend. It was really weird seeing her and Heather walk in wearing “civilian clothes.” Jeannie followed them in, and Sarah closed my privacy curtain behind her. Charlene had removed her blouse and was pulling her skirt down when she said, “What’s that address again?”
By now I had it committed to memory, and rattled off “155 East Lavender.” Charlene, Sarah and Heather all beamed at me, but then Jeannie just broke down crying. “It’s not fair!” she sobbed, “I’ll never get to see Joshua again!” Charlene, clad only in skimpy panties, enfolded Jeannie in a hug. It would have been sexy if it wasn’t so sad. Hell, it was still sexy.
I had been sitting naked on my exercise mat, but I leapt to my feet to wrap my arms around them both. We all shook with the force of Jeannie’s sobs as they wracked her body. I hadn’t really thought about it, but all four women worked such insane hours at this hospital that they had almost no time for a life outside of it. Jeannie spent all of her free time with her husband. There was an air of sadness over all of us the rest of that night. I took each of them in turn, starting with Charlene, while the other three held each other and watched. Jeannie went last, pushing me to my back on the mat and mounting me. As I felt her wet folds take in my cock, my eyes shot open.
“Jeannie, that’s not your ass,” I whispered to her.
“Fuck Steve,” she spat as I slid deeper into her welcoming pussy.
“I will not!” I tried to say it lightly, but my heart wasn’t in it.
Jeannie started crying, leaning into me and pulling me desperately to her. I wrapped my arms around her and hugged her fiercely. Her tears wet my shoulder as she climaxed hard on my cock. I didn’t cum again, but my big dick was stubbornly erect. Sarah took Jeannie over to the nurses’ bathroom and several minutes later, they came back to my room. Charlene was gently riding me. Jeannie was dressed in her maroon scrubs, and had her purse. She kissed me softly and said, “I will never forget you, Joshua.” Then she was gone.
Later that night, holding Heather’s lush naked body in my bed, I suddenly blurted out, “I don’t have a car.”
“What?” she whispered back.
“I just realized; I don’t have a car. I have no idea how I’m going to come visit you guys once I’m out of here.”
“Oh, Josh,” she whispered, kissing me softly, “you’ll figure it out.”
None of us slept that night.
The next morning, my parents and Beth arrived looking visibly excited. Heather, Charlene, Sarah and I managed to keep it together as my parents signed the paperwork for my release. I hugged each of the nurses tightly before walking out of the hospital with my parents. I sat in the backseat of my dad’s jeep, and Beth sat beside me. My parents got in the front seats, and as we backed out of the parking spot Beth smiled at me and reached over to grab my thigh. When we pulled out of the parking lot, making a left turn, her hand slipped to the inside of my thigh and held the shaft of my cock. Her eyebrows shot up a bit. She whispered, “Sorry.”
She didn’t remove her hand, though. As we drove home with my sister holding my throbbing, hardening shaft in her hand, I thought, “Now what?”