And most importantly, both Mom and Di always wore proper bras at home. 2-3 days later, we wanted to move our heavy sofa set for some reason. So we called up our society watchman to help us. It was decided that Mom and I would lift it from one side while the watchman would lift it from the opposite side.
But when we lifted it, Mom found it too heavy, and her grip loosened. As a result, the entire weight fell on my hands. I alone couldn’t handle it. Ultimately, putting it down, my hands got sandwiched between the floor and the heavy sofa set.
Mom quickly took me to the nearby hospital. There it was found that both my wrists were fractured. We returned home with both my hands plastered on it and put in a sling. As we reached home, I came up with my first problem. I wanted to pee. With both hands in the sling, I couldn’t figure out how to pee.
So finally, I told Mom about my problem. On hearing that at first, Mom laughed. But then,
Mom: Don’t worry, beta. Mom is here. You need not worry about anything. Come…
She took me to the bathroom, opened the pant button, and unzipped my pants. She put her hand into my underwear and brought my dick out. It was the first time Mom was holding my dick. That gave me a strange sensation. For a long time, I wanted my Mom to hold my dick. And finally, that wish was fulfilled.
While she was holding my hand, I started to pee. I noticed that she was constantly staring at my limp dick. Even though it wasn’t erect, it was still some 6 inches long and one inch in diameter. I guess she must be imagining how big my dick has grown since she last saw it some 5-6 years ago. Or she may be imagining how big it would be when erect.
I don’t know what she was thinking. But she was lost in some thoughts. That’s why she didn’t even notice that I had stopped peeing. She was still standing there holding my dick in her hand. Maybe it had become a little hard. My first crush was finally holding my dick as I had wished or just because of urinating.
I waited for at least a minute and finally broke the silence.
Me: Mom, I am done…
She was back to her senses and about to put it back hurriedly.
Me: Wait a minute, Mom. Just jerk it a little, so the last drop doesn’t remain there…
Mom did that. But it made my dick even harder and bigger. Once again, she was staring at my bigger, harder dick with awe. There was still one drop stuck at the tip of the dick. She gently wiped it with her finger, put my dick back into my pants, and zipped them.
After that, Mom hurriedly made some food for us, and we had dinner. Mom fed me with her own hands like a small child. After dinner, while Di and I were watching TV in the drawing room, Mom called us. As we returned to the room, Mom looked fresh from a bath.
Mom had changed to a knee-length white nightie with noodle straps. The nightie’s deep cut showed a good amount of cleavage. She used to wear such nighties before. Since returning from England, I have seen her wearing a matching white robe.
Mom: Anu, you sleep in Arman’s room from today while he will sleep with me in my room.