“Sounds like a great idea.” I paused for a second. “Don’t you think it’s weird for my Mom to get me porn?”
“Hmmm,” she thought for a bit and smiled. “No I don’t think so. I’m not really sexually attracted to you or you to me. So it’s just normal.”
“Okay, what about Dad?”
“Let’s keep this between us for now,” she sighed nervously. “I’ll talk to him about it”
“Okay great. Thanks, Mom.” I said.
She left me to eat my breakfast. I watched her fat ass as she walked out. Today, she was dressed in a long skirt and tight blouse. Her big boobs and long hair on show. She was indeed beautiful.
The next day, I woke up to find my dad installing a TV directly at the wall near the foot of my bed.
“Hey, Dad,” I said and then noticed the boner again.
“Hey, son,” he answered. “I’m putting up your flatscreen for you. Your Mom asked me to do it. How are you feeling?”
“Relatively better. The pain is less now.”
“It will get better.” He tightened the last bolt in the wall. It looked to be hanging at the right height. “I have to go to work, Brad. Have a nice day. And take your medicine.”
“I always do.”
He walked out. A few minutes later I pulled some Vaseline in a drawer and tried to masturbate. The hand movement wasn’t working. I tried for a few minutes. Nothing.
Mom walked in on me again. This time, it was undeniable. She caught me jerking my dick.
“Oh sorry,” she said clearly in shock.
“What the hell, Mom,” I covered up my nudity. “Would it bother you to knock?”
“I didn’t mean to do that,” she walked in again.
This time, she was dressed in her yoga pants and sleeveless bathing suit. Her long black hair flowed to the lower bottom. Her perfect hourglass figure unmistaken even though she had grown a little plump over the years.
Oh my god! I realised something. Mom was a real life Milf.
She stood at the side of my bed with a Wi-Fi router. This was the porn she meant, I guess. “You’ll use this to get any porn you like to jerk off to.”
I didn’t want porn. I wanted Sheila to come over and give me a blowjob.
“What’s bothering you, honey?” She always noticed the concern on my face.
“I don’t think the porn can help. I need Sheila to come over and help me out. It’s much better.”
“But I thought fast internet would help.”
“Not at all. I can’t do a thing with my right hand,” I sighed in frustration.
She put her hands on my shoulder and said, “I understand it’s difficult for you…”
“Do you really? Do you know what it is like to lose your career and all sense of purpose?”
I was angry at everything that had happened to me, the injury, the gap year, and possibly the inevitable breakup with my girlfriend that was coming soon.
“Don’t beat yourself up, Brad,” she said. “I think I could help you out.”
I was quiet for a moment, trying to calm myself and then spoke. “How are you going to help?”
“I can, you know, just jerk you off. Help you deal with your frustration.”
“Isn’t that going so far?”
“Hmm…as long as it stops there, there’s really nothing wrong we are doing.”
“I guess so. But are you sure you want to do it and whenever I want?”
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