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Bedridden

By: Pirate Tregare



A couple summers ago, I began to develop back problems. Nothing serious at first, just a slight discomfort. However, it soon progressed to occasional pain, then more often, and eventually it became nearly constant..

One day I tried to get up out of my easy chair -- and I couldn't move. Every minor motion sent needles of sharp crippling pain through my lower back. After managing to crawl to my phone, I called my brother. He came over and assessed the situation and we decided to go the ambulance route.

So a few hours later I'm lying in the ER after having been diagnosed with a disc problem. The on-call physician said I'd be fine with some treatment, therapy, and exercise, but it was going to be a few weeks. Unfortunately, two of those weeks I'd be mostly flat on my back in the hospital.

Life on the ward wasn't so bad. I had at least one visitor every day, the TV service was decent (and fairly reasonable weekly rate), food passable, and the nurses were great. Though there wasn't exactly a smorgasbord of "Charlie's Angels" from which to choose, the majority were pleasant to look at, and those that weren't were pleasant in general. I got along great with all of them.

Sometimes ... too great!

For example: my condition made showering possible only by getting me into a wheelchair and rolling me right into a special stall. Even at that, however, it could be quite painful if it wasn't done at my peak painkiller times. And, if we missed the window, we'd usually by-pass the full shower for a sponge-bath.

Well, as more and more days passed without me being able to, shall we say, attain self-fulfillment, those sponge baths started to become a problem. If the nurse helping me was anything over a 4, within moments of her gently stroking and dabbing at me, I'd be doing some serious saluting!

One day the head nurse on the night shift, Mary, came in. She was about 5 years older than my 40, fit, nice-sized though not large tits, strawberry blonde hair, and a slightly pear butt. (Perfectly padded, in my opinion.) In all, very nice to look at. "Tom, Sherry said you declined a sponge bath."

I was a bit flustered. "Unh, yeah. Just didn't feel like one."

"Well, let me be frank, hun: you need one! I'm going to send her back in, OK?" And she started to exit.

I stopped her. "Um, Mary ... there's a reason," I began haltingly. She waited expectantly. I added, "I get, shall we say, embarrassed."

Mary had been here before. Ever the professional, she tried to assure me. "It's nothing she hasn't seen before, Tom." She pushed my door closed and approached me. "Does it happen only with her?"

I shook my head. "Originally, yes. But for the last couple, I'd had to hide what the sponge bath was causing, no matter who was washing." (Not that there was much there to hide. Erect, I was a shade over 4 inches, and slightly bigger around than a half-dollar roll.)

"Are you very active sexually? Or can't you discuss this comfortably?"

With another nurse, I might've had a problem, but I sort of had a bond with her. "Not really, not with a partner. No S. O. for a couple years now. But still active. I used to, shall we say, `self serve' almost daily before I hurt my back."

"And since you hurt it?" I just shook my head. This made her pause a moment. "So what are we talking about? 10 days?"

I thought about it a second. "Closer to two weeks." 

She was obviously suppressing a giggle, but I wasn't offended. "Wow. Blue balls much?" She grinned, but with empathy. "How come you haven't? Privacy problem?"

"Yeah," I replied. "Little tough to get anything going, never knowing when someone is going to come blowing through the door."

"I can make sure you have all the time you need. Stand guard, so to speak." She appeared to muse a moment, then added, "Unless you knowing that I'm knowing that's what you're doing will be a problem?"

It was my turn to chuckle. "A problem? Ha ... probably more the opposite." We both blushed then. "Don't be offended, but if I knew that you knew that's what I was doing, it'd probably be even more powerful for me." She was blushing furiously now, but from her facial reaction, I could tell she was pleased. 

"But that's not the only problem," I continued. "I have tried a couple times, very late at night when I knew a skeleton crew was on. But when I start to get ... 'animated' ... my back pain starts to kick in something fierce. I just can't twist my body quite right. That was true even for several days before my admittance here." I shrugged, and waited for her reply.

"OK," she finally said. "First off, no, I'm not offended. As someone once said, `more the opposite.' " She offered that sweet smile. "Second off-Tom, you could use a full shower, actually. You reek! But failing that, at minimum, you do need that sponge bath." She was right. I realized people get used to their own BO, and I'd completely lost all ability to smell mine. So, I nodded acquiescence. "So I can send Sherry back? And you'll not worry about what nature delivers?"

I sighed. I really was hoping she'd take the hint and offer to do it herself, but as charge nurse it wasn't really her place. So I nodded. "OK. But can you warn her what may happen? And pretend you didn't tell her, and I'll pretend you weren't pretending, and we can all pretend nothing ever happened." And we both chuckled as she left to get Sherry.

I started trying to run things through my mind. My grandmother. My smelly grandmother. My smelly grandmother number two-ing in the woods. 

Hey! This might work! 

"Hi Tom! Mary said you'd reconsidered the sponge bath?"

grandmothergrandmother...

I smiled at her. "Sure, go for it." She smiled back, and carried a bin of warm water to my bedside table. She folded back the light blanket and sheet, then untied the top of my hospital gown.

"Can you sit up?" she asked me. I gave it an effort, and even though it was painful, I was able to arise into a sitting position. "Great! Nice job. Does it hurt much?" I lied and shook my head. Actually, I was concentrating so hard on the pain, it had an added effect: no erection!

Sherry pulled the top of my gown down and started dabbing around my neck and chest. "So when do I get to remove your top?" I joked. She chuckled back and grabbed a new cloth, while I made the incredibly stupid mistake of actually imagining her with that colorful top removed, and her luscious 34-Bs exposed. 

"Can you raise your arms?" I was able to, slowly, and she did my pits and the underside of my arms. "OK, lower them." She continued the bath, doing my back then my stomach. "OK, lie back down and we'll work the legs."

The moment of truth- I slowly lowered my torso back, returning to a supine position, and once again my body lay flat on the bed -- except for one part. Sherry, bless her, took it all in stride. "Well, that should make that area easier to clean -- we won't have to lift it!" She grabbed another cloth and soaked it in the warm water, and dabbed all around my pelvis, hips, and finally, my outer groin area. I didn't even want to look, but I couldn't resist taking a peek at her lovely hands getting so intimate near my cock.

Then, to my horror, as she passed near the helmet, I noticed a small string of pre-cum leaking out. Worse, I think she'd noticed it too. "I am soooo mortified, Sherry! I'm so sorry."

She looked at me almost quizzically. "Why?" I wasn't sure if she meant it was no big deal or if she was pretending she hadn't noticed. Once more she wetted a new cloth. "Now, Mary said your back won't really let you reach your privates, so shall I do that for you?" 

I hesitated, weighing whether or not I wanted her to do it for the simple pleasure of it, versus the possible embarrassment. "I can reach it well enough. I could do it, and you can finish up on my legs."

She surprised me with her reply. "Well, since I have to do your legs anyway, why don't I do it all? So, just relax. Close your eyes if you need to, pretend you're somewhere else." Then, unbelievably, she ran the cloth the length of my erection. Where the hell was I supposed to pretend I was? How about standing up behind a bent over Sherry? That works for me! How about ... hey ... what's going on? She was running the cloth down my cock again ... and now... OH! ... back up...mmmmm ... and down, slowly, gently. Wait. Did she even have a cloth..?

I opened my eyes and looked down. I was right. She wasn't even using a cloth anymore. Her hand was lovingly, gently, sensuously, stroking up and down my prick. I moved my eyes to hers, my surprise obvious. "Wow, that's gonna be.... REALLY clean."

She smiled as she continued to stroke. "Mary told me to make sure I cleaned this, both inside *and* out. Now will you lie back, close your eyes, and think whatever you need to think to help yourself along?"

Who was I to argue? Although I did need one thing, and before I lay back I grabbed one of my pillows from behind my head and held it next to me. I'd need it later. "Sherry, may I, um, encourage you? I'll try not to be too offensive."

"Tom, whatever you need, hun. I'm not going anywhere until you climax."

I'd started to almost imperceptibly thrust my hips now as she increased her pace a bit. "Oh, god, that is sweet. Stroke me, Sherry, stroke my cock." I grunted softly and my breathing picked up. So did her pace. "Oh my god! Yes! That's it, beat me, beat me faster!" My hip thrusting was more pronounced now, and I had to peek again: Sherry's hand was almost a blur as she jacked me off. But that wasn't even the best part.

I don't know if it was intentional or not, but there were three very important factors that had come into play here: her top buttons were undone, she was bent over, and she wasn't wearing a bra. I saw massive cleavage, and the way she was masturbating me made her breasts jiggle deliciously. It put me over the top.

Warning Sherry, I gasped out, "I'm coming!" Then I pulled the pillow over my face. Somehow, Sherry increased her jacking pace even more, and two weeks of pent up jism boiled to a head. I screamed through my orgasm, as I always do, the pillow muffling all my joyous cries. Me entire body stiffened. My prick pulsed once powerfully, pulsed again with slightly less force, and one more time about the same, before the climax settled down to 5 or 6 more minor pulses.

My respiration was elevated, and I pulled the pillow away, gasping for breath as I laid it aside. Sherry had a warm smile on her face as she covered my hips with a small towel. "You OK?" she asked. I could only nod. She held out her hand. "Good idea on the pillow. If you'd let that orgasmic cry go without it, half the nurses on the wing would've come running to see who was dying!" We both chuckled and she added, "Give me the pillow, I'll put a new cover on it." Ever the professional, she was already dismissing the event.

"No, that's... OK. It's... fine." I was having trouble getting the words out. Good thing I wasn't hooked up to a vitals monitor! They'd be "code-blueing" me right now.

Sherry was laughing. "Tom, it's not fine. Here, let me show you." She again held her hand out for it, so I passed it to her. She flipped it and showed me. There was a huge dollop of jism on it! She could see the amazement in my face and, by way of explanation, traced the arc of my shot. Starting from the area just above my groin, she pointed out a parabola that lifted about 2 feet above me and landed down slightly to the left of my face.

"Wow, I knew that first shot felt powerful, but I never..."

"First shot? That was your second, hun." I couldn't believe it. "Your first one almost took out my eye, I was bent right over you after you covered your face. You shot right past my face, up and out off to the left of your bed on the floor there." She pointed in the general direction.

"You're kidding!" I said. I leaned over to my left and looked and sure enough, on the floor, was a small pool of semen. I leaned back to look at her. "Sherry, thank you soooo much, I -- " I stopped, as she was staring at me, her mouth agape. ( don't think about sliding something in it! don't think about sliding something in it!! ) "What's wrong? You're scaring me!"

"Tom," she began, stunned. "Look at that again." Her tone indicated she was pleasantly surprised.

I started to lean over to look again, when I realized what had amazed her so much. I turned to look at her. "No pain!" She was nodding and smiling at me. I think she was almost crying. "Should we write this session up for JAMA?" I asked. 

She laughed. "Later. Let's get you into the shower so you can wash up properly. How much of this sponge bath may I related to Mary? After all, I was supposed to give her a full report."

I smiled. "Tell her everything! And do it with a leer!" Again we laughed, and as we started to maneuver me out of the bed, I realized that between me seeing her open mouth and thinking about her escorting me into the shower, I was once again at full salute. 

I hope she noticed! 

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Bedridden BBW Mom



***Author’s note: This is a fictional account of an incestuous affair between a mother and her son. It will be continued if I get some feedback. So, let me know what you think.***

Nicholas got the got the call as soon after he had gotten home from the last exam in his junior year in college. Apparently, his dad had left his mom, and she had fallen down the stairs running after him. She had broken her left foot, and had various back injuries, and a sprained wrist. She was going to be bedridden for at least a couple of months and Nick was needed at home as soon as possible to help care for her. Nick’s mom, Thalia, was not your average mom. She was what her doctors described as hyper-obese. Thalia weighed somewhere around 500 pounds. He had heard that she had gotten heavier in the past couple of months. When he was little, he used to be embarrassed by his moms weight, but after he went through puberty, he had undergone a change. From about age 13 to 15, he had shot up to a height of 6’1”. His weight had increased dramatically as well. 

His football coaches had all said he was a born offensive lineman. He was tall and big around 305 pounds, but it was mostly muscle, except for a small belly. His grades had started to drop last semester, so he had dropped out of the football program at his college. However, when he had hit puberty he started to notice that he liked big women now. He found that the skinny model types everyone else swooned after did nothing for him. The ideal woman in his mind was what was commonly called a BBW. He loved big beautiful women. There was nothing sexier than a big woman with confidence.

He hurriedly put his bags into the back of his new Ford F-150, a present from his dad for getting his grades up (he was now on the deans list). As he drove, he tried to think of a reason why his father would have left his mother. As he reflected, he guessed that the signs had been there for a while. His father did seem less happy and satisfied at home, than he used to. His father was a lawyer, which meant that he spent lots of time at work, but lately, his mom said he seemed to have been spending all of his time at work. He made the drive home in a record five hours. He arrived to find their family Dr. working on his moms cast in her bedroom. His mom lit up when he came in.

“Oh, Nick, I am so glad you came home.”

“Its nothing mom, when I heard what happened, I got home as soon as possible.” Dr. Fox continued working, and was soon done. 

“Nick, I have already talked to your mom about this but let me talk to you in the other room,” he said.

“Ok doc,” Nick said, leaving the room and closing the door after the Dr..

“Nick, your mom is in surprisingly good health considering her weight. Nevertheless, she is going to need your help a good deal during the next few months. She is going to need help washing and dressing herself. To be frank, trying to was herself except for certain key areas is going to present a problem with the back injuries, so you are going to have to help her. Now, if you feel uncomfortable with this, I can send a nurse, but it would be better if this could be done at home.”

“Well, Dr. Fox, I don’t think it will be a problem if my mom is ok with it,” he said. “No, she is fine with it,” said Dr. Fox. “Another thing I wanted to talk to you about is weight loss. I have a dietary plan that I want her to go on. The weight loss will help out a great deal when she starts walking on her own again, and conceivably she will not have to walk with a cane for the rest of her life.”

“Sounds good to me Dr. Fox, I will be happy to help out.”

With that, they went back into the room, where Dr. Fox prepared his materials and left. 

“Son, I really want to thank you for coming to stay with me,” she said.

“Its no problem Mom, I don’t mind at all. But if you don’t mind me asking what happened with you and Dad?”

“Well, your father ran off with his twenty year old secretary,” she said, her eyes filling with tears. “He said I can keep the house and the cars, he just wants to start a new life. I guess he got tired of this unattractive fat hog of a wife,” she sobbed, the tears now flowing openly. 

“Oh, Mom,” Nick said sitting on the edge of the specially reinforced king size bed. “Dad did not know what a jewel he had. I would be a lucky man to spend one night with a beautiful sexy BBW such as you. You are the kind of woman I dream…” he said hastily before stopping himself.

She stopped crying and looked into his eyes. “You weren’t just trying to flatter me, you really meant that?”

“Yes Mom, I think you really are a beautiful woman.”

She laughed, jiggling with merriment. It was good to hear a little joy back in her voice. “You know, I really haven’t been happy for years. I just stayed because of habit. Now that he has left and you are here, I really do not miss him at all. Now, I hope you will do me a huge favor and help me to the restroom. I am going to need you to help me out a lot during the next couple of months. There is no need to be embarrassed, so we might as well get started now.” 

“I would love to Mom.” He helped her up and supported her to the restroom. When they got to the toilette, she told him that he was going to have to pull down her panties for her. With only a little hesitation, he dropped to his knees in front of her and reached under her skirt to pull down her panties. He tried not to feel as his hands groped around her waist for the thong panties she was wearing. He tried not to look as he pulled them down, exposing her pussy. He tried not to notice how the intense black of her pubic hair contrasted with her olive toned skin. He tried not to, but did anyway. Against his better judgment, his cock started to harden in his pants. He hoped she did not notice. He turned his back so that she could go. He was surprised how the sound of her urine hitting the water was so loud in the relatively large bathroom. He turned around when he thought she was thru, only to hear another jet of liquid splash into the bowl. He was caught staring as the golden liquid rushed out of her. Nick could not believe how arousing a sight this was. When she was done, he helped her up and then pulled her panties back up, taking a little extra time to rub her huge ass, as if to make sure they were on properly. 

When they got back to the bed, she said that she would like him to wash her before she went to bed. She outlined her routine; washing, drying, and then a rubdown with baby powder. He went to get a washcloth, the soap, a bucket and the powder. She told him that he should undress down to his shorts so he did not mess up his clothes while washing her. He agreed, but did not want to because of the erection he was now sporting. He just hoped his shorts were baggy enough to hide his six-inch hard-on. He pulled off his shirt, shoes, and pants. He was a little disappointed, yet a little proud, that his shorts hid nothing of his hard-on. They were tented at an outrageous angle, almost pointing straight towards the ceiling, with a large, spreading wet spot around the tip from his pre-cum. If she noticed, then she said nothing. Before he began, he turned on some soft music, dimmed the lights a little and lit a couple of candles to help make her a little more comfortable. 

He began by pulling the loose housedress over her head. Her huge breast, when freed from the confinement of the dress, fell to land on either side of her on the bed. He quickly bent to pull down her panties. She looked almost obscenely sexy lying there. Her graying hair was spread out in a fan behind her head. Her belly lay smoothly. The spread of her hips was almost inconceivable. He cursed his thoughts because he knew he was enjoying this way too much. His cock was twitching with excitement and leaking pre-cum copiously. Thalia looked at his crotch and said, “ You might as well take off those boxers as well. You are either going to ruin those boxers with your cock leaking like that, or give yourself a hernia keeping that big thing penned up. And its not as if I do not know you have a hard-on. Its been sitting there wagging at me since you helped me to pee.” 

Nick could not believe he was hearing his mother talk like this. It was not like she was reserved before, but it was just a shock to hear her talk about him like that. He did agree with her though. He quickly removed his shorts. His cock, freed from its cotton prison, sprang up to smack wetly against his belly, eliciting a surprised sound from his mom. A crystal clear strand of pre-cum leaked from the tip, glistening in the light. His balls hung low in his sack. He always thought his balls were one of his best features; they hung well below his average sized cock, and were the size of small eggs. “Listen Mom,” he said huskily, “I am sorry about getting an erection in front of you, its just that, well, I wasn’t lying when I said that I like women like you. I just don’t know what has come over me.”

“Oh, its kind of flattering,” she said with a slight laugh “and I can tell you are serious, cause that big feller’ down there keeps trying to wink at me.” He gathered up the materials and started to wash her slowly. It was incredibly sensuous. As he washed her, he was touching every inch of her body. She was marvelously soft all over. When he washed her breast, the nipple, which was surrounded by six-inch areola stood up as if to beg for attention. When he turned her over to wash his ass, he spent extra time soaping up her massive cheeks, and the valley in between. Every time he had to lean over her, his cock would come to rest on some area of her. He knew he was leaking ample amounts of pre-cum on her. Every time, he would pause and slowly grind his dick into her. It felt wonderful, and he had the excuse of leaning over her. When he had washed every thing but her pubic region, he gently soaped the rag and softly brushed it against her. His knuckles brushed against her outer lips, which had bloomed, and were surprisingly wet, shimmering in the light. When his hand brushed against her clitoris, she went into an unmistakable series of tremors. 

Although she tried to muffle the moans, he could not believe his mom was cumming. He went on without comment, as that seemed to be the order of the day. When he had finished and dried her, he slowly rubbed the baby powder all over her skin. That was more sensuous than anything was in his entire life. The power slid smoothly all over her skin. He knew he had ruined the powder in several spots with his wet, hard cock. When he was done, she told him that if he did not mind she was going to be going nude for the next couple of months, for the least amount of bother. She suggested that he do too when around the house. He said that he did not mind at all, but wanted to jump into the shower before bed. He ran to the tub and cut the shower on, barely touching his cock before his load exploded all over the shower wall. He felt drained as he quickly washed up and went to bed. 

The routine they set that night did not vary much for weeks. One night, after she had cum, she started to cry. She said that it had been so long since she had felt anything in her pussy, and since they both knew that they both got off while washing, she asked if he would mind using a vibrator on her. He said he would love to and went to get it from the drawer she specified. It was a realistic penis vibrator, a little shorter than his own cock. Nick was sure she did not know it but using a vibrator on his on again off again girlfriend was one of his favorite sexual activities. She was about to benefit from years of training. He slowly rubbed the vibrator around the lips of her pussy. Soon he inserted it for a test stroke, and began to slowly fuck her with the vibrator. Every now and then, he would take it out and press it ever so lightly against her clit. Her moans were increasing in frequency and intensity. When she was about to cum, he pressed lightly with the palm of his hand on her pelvis. The pressure caused her to scream out in ecstasy. “Oh, my GOD. Yes, yes, fuck me Nick. Fuck me hard with that fucking HUGE cock. Fuck your mother, fuck me Hard, yes, YES!” 

Hearing his mother talk like this sent him over the edge. Without touching himself, his balls drew tight to his shaft and he exploded. Cum flew everywhere from his wildly quivering cock. Some landed on the wall behind the bed, on her hair, face, tits, and belly. She was literally bathed in a massive load of jism. “Oh god, son. That was good, but if I do not get some real cock in me now, I am going to go crazy. Eager for the invitation, if not a little too eager, he jumped at the invitation. Without preamble, he mounted his mother, inserted his still hard cock and started fucking.

“Damn, mom,” he yelled hoarsely “you are so fucking tight.” Soon his furious pace told on him. As she screamed in her own orgasm, he felt anther rip through him. He shot his seed deep into her, this load almost as large as the first one. They then collapsed into the king size bed and were soon asleep, but they both knew that this was by no means the end.