Me: Sure, maa.
I didn’t think much of it at first, but here is where it all started. I wheeled my mom into the changing room. It was a small bathroom with a commode.
It got cramped as there were two people and a wheelchair.
My mother stands up and unzips her jacket with her back facing me. I help her with the sleeves. Underneath that, she was wearing a plain white t-shirt.
Mom: Beta, I will remove my top now. Can you help me with the robe? You can close your eyes if you are shy. She chuckles.
My mom raises her top, and I immediately get a boner. I had never felt like this towards my mother before. Her back was still facing me, and I could see her flawless skin. She was wearing a white bra. Her body was shaped like an hourglass, with her boobs slightly jiggling.
So patient robes are worn as sleeves first from the front and tied from the back using laces. My mom turns towards me, and I see her front. Her breasts were significantly bigger for her body type. Her stomach was slightly drooping from fat and inactivity.
Mom: (laughing) Beta, will you keep staring or help me? I’m your mother.
I quickly put the robe on her and tied her laces.
Mom: Just pull my skirt down, beta. It might get dirty.
My hands go near her waist and pull the skirt. From one side, I pull the skirt down. From the other, by mistake, pulled both underwear and skirt in a hurry. My mom realizes this and tries to stop. I notice her white panties with flower patterns. Since one side came slightly lower, I see her thick pubic hair as well.
Mom: No problem, beta. I will handle it now. She quickly adjusts and asks me to put the clothes in a bag.
She asked me to leave the bathroom as she wanted to use it. Outside, I only think of her breasts and the urge to squeeze them. My mother probably also noticed my boner inside. I wonder why she didn’t say anything. I hear the flush and help her to the doctor’s bed after that.
The rest of the procedure was usual and doesn’t contribute to this story. We returned home late in the evening. Much to my disappointment, she was helped by the nurse to change back.
At home, my mom came back and rolled into her room. I only saw her at dinner after. She was wearing a pink nighty and no bra. This was visible as her breast moved freely when she rolled the wheelchair and were saggy.
We used to get meal boxes as mom could not cook. I finished mine early and was waiting for mom. We heard the doorbell ring, and I checked who it was. A delivery guy gives me a small package and smilingly says, “Lucky hone wale ho, Bhaiyya.” (You will get lucky today).
The delivery was from a medical shop. I was confused and closed the door. The package was registered to my mother, and I gave it to her.
Mom: Oh, thanks, beta. One more thing, Arun said he’ll be coming at midnight today. You can go to sleep. I’ll open the door for him.
Arun was my mom’s helper. He used to work as an attendant at a mental hospital. He was helping mom out by staying as an in-house help. He’s very important in this story. I will explain more about him in part 2.