As the car rumbled slowly to a halt, Nancy leaned over to the passenger seat where her son Tyler sat asleep.

“We’re home, sweetie,” she whispered, stroking his face gently until his eyes opened.

He’d never noticed himself drifting into slumber on the ride home, which was a surprise considering the news from the hospital. It was only yesterday that he had two unbroken arms, but life showed just how much one day can change everything.

Nancy exited the car and walked over to the passenger side before opening the door and offering her arm as support for Tyler to get out. He took a fleeting glance at her as she stood there—god, was she sexy. The way light shone down on her fiery red locks and her top showed just the right amount of cleavage to not be considered trampy, but just enough to leave nothing to the imagination—let’s just say it drove Tyler wild sometimes. He was much too timid to ever do or say anything to her about it; he’d never even had a girlfriend before, but that didn’t stop him from having frequent fantasies. He’d gotten lucky and he knew it. After his parents passed in the domestic accident years ago, Nancy had adopted him when he was young and raised him like her own.

“Come on, sweetheart, let’s get you inside.”

Nancy spoke, snapping Tyler out of his trance. Nancy stepped close, her soft breasts pressing into Tyler's arm as she wrapped a supportive hand around his waist. He could smell her sweet perfume as she leaned in, sending tingles down his spine.

The two of them walked down the short path to the steps before Nancy inserted the key into the deadbolt and twisted it open. As she did, Tyler tried to covertly head to the TV room but was quickly stopped by Nancy.

“Oh no you don’t, mister; the doctors said you need lots of rest and I won’t let you sit there and rot in front of that infernal thing!”

Rats, Tyler thought to himself. Nancy escorted Tyler to his room, making sure to thwart any attempts to flee.

“Come on, it won't be so bad,” she remarked. “We could use this time to do something together! I know you’d just looove that,” she giggled; a hint of truth and hopefulness radiated through her sarcastic remark.

Tyler gave a blank expression in response. He really did love her, but no teenage boy wants to hang out with their mother all day.

“Okay, okay,” she relented, “I’ll leave you be, for now. What do you want for dinner?”

“I’m famished; could you make the ribeye in the fridge?”

“Sure thing, sweetie.”

Nancy bounced out of the room while Tyler did his best to avert his eyes from her jiggling bottom.

Jesus, Tyler thought to himself, I wonder if she realizes the effect she has on me. Just then a realization hit Tyler. He usually jerked off every other day, sometimes every day when Nancy wore something particularly revealing, but now with his arms out of commission, he was screwed. He recalled what the doctor had said at the hospital—that the casts have to be on for a minimum of 4 weeks before they could be removed. One month!? A month?! How am I supposed to survive a whole month? I’ll basically become a monk! He put his head in his cast-covered hands as the gravity of his situation dawned on him. 

In the kitchen, Nancy hummed away working on the steak that Tyler requested. The pleasant aroma of prime steak filled the kitchen and surrounding rooms. She cooked for Tyler a lot, even when he wasn’t hurt, so this was nothing new—it gave her lots of time to think and reflect, so she enjoyed both making Tyler a meal and the alone time. Her mind wandered, thinking about all sorts of things. She caught a glimpse of herself in the fridge reflection and struck a quick pose, marveling at the cute outfit she chose for today.

Even though she was pushing 40, she still had a body like a college girl, and people often complimented her on it. She noticed the looks people gave her, especially men. Recently, she seemed to think she noticed Tyler's eyes on her more frequently, but she dismissed the thought - he would always be hers after all, regardless of what happens or how old he gets. He had recently just turned 16, but in her mind, he was still the boy she adopted all those years ago.

She finished preparing the steak, adding some final touches of salt, pepper, butter, and a little garnish for color before she plated it and brought it to Tyler’s room.

Knock Knock Knock.

“You can come in!” said Tyler.

Nancy stepped into Tyler's room, carrying the tray piled high with a sizzling ribeye steak, mashed potatoes, and steamed vegetables. The mouthwatering aroma filled the air as she approached the bed. “Here you go, sweetie,” she said softly, leaning over to set the tray across Tyler's lap. Her ample breasts brushed against his chest as she reached past him, giving him a tantalizing glimpse of her cleavage. Nancy straightened up and smiled down at Tyler, seemingly oblivious to the effect her proximity had on him.

“Is there anything else you need?” she asked, placing a hand on her hip. The action caused her tight top to ride up slightly, exposing a strip of smooth, toned stomach. Tyler swallowed hard, his eyes darting between Nancy's face and the tempting expanse of skin she'd revealed.

“N-no, I think I'm good,” he stammered, shifting uncomfortably in bed.

Nancy turned to leave but paused by the doorway, a thoughtful look on her face.

“You know, honey, you really should be sitting up a bit more. The doctor said it's better for your breathing,” she said, turning back towards the bed.

Before Tyler could protest, Nancy was already moving to help him. She slipped an arm behind his back, her soft breast pressing against his shoulder as she guided him into a seated position.

"There we go," she murmured, her breath warm against his ear.

Her hand lingered on his chest for a moment too long, and Tyler's heart pounded wildly beneath her palm.

“I'll let you eat in peace,” Nancy said finally, stepping back. “But I'll be right down the hall if you need anything, okay?”

As she left the room, Tyler released a shaky breath, his entire body shivering with pent-up desire. He knew he shouldn't feel this way about his mother, but God help him, he couldn't control it. And with his arms trapped in these damned casts, there was nothing he could do to relieve the ache building between his legs.

A few hours later, Nancy sauntered into the room, her hips swaying hypnotically. She perched on the edge of the bed, her thigh brushing against Tyler's leg.

“You know, sweetie, we really should get you cleaned up soon; you've been in those clothes all day,” she said, running a hand through his hair. “The doctors said to bathe regularly to stave off infection; a nice hot bath would do the trick.”

Tyler's eyes widened, and he nearly choked on his water. A bath? With Nancy? His mind immediately conjured up images of her soapy hands gliding over his naked body, and he shifted uncomfortably, praying she wouldn't notice his sudden erection.

“Uhh, I can take a shower,” he mumbled, trying to sound nonchalant. “I don't need any help.”

“Nonsense, sweetie! You wouldn't be able to clean yourself properly with your arms in that state,” she said, gesturing to his casts. "Besides, I'm happy to help. It's the least I can do for you during this troubled time. I'll go run the bath for you," Nancy said, turning to leave the room.

She returned a few minutes later.

"All set, sweetie. Nice and hot, just the way you like it! Come on, let's get you in there before the water gets cold."

She held out her hand to help Tyler up, her eyes sparkling with a playful light. He hesitated for a moment, his heart pounding in his chest, before reluctantly taking her hand. Nancy pulled him to his feet, steadying him with a hand on his hip. As they walked to the bathroom, Tyler's mind raced with possibilities. Would Nancy undress him herself? Would she wash every inch of his body with her soft hands? The thought made him dizzy with desire, and he had to fight to keep his balance.

When they reached the bathroom, Nancy went to the cabinet, pulling out a fresh towel and washcloth. She laid them on the counter, then turned back to Tyler. "Alright, sweetie, let's get these dirty clothes off you," she said, reaching for the hem of his shirt. Before he could protest, she had already pulled it over his head, leaving his bare chest exposed. As quickly as she had his shirt off, she quickly tugged Tyler's pants and boxers down in one swift motion. As the fabric slid away, revealing Tyler's full arousal, her breath caught in her throat.

“Oh!” Nancy squeaked, her eyes widening as she took in the sight of Tyler's erection.

She quickly averted her gaze, a small blush spreading across her cheeks. For a moment, there was a silence in the bathroom as Nancy struggled to process what she had just seen.

Tyler, in the meantime, was frozen in place, his heart pounding in his chest. Finally, Nancy cleared her throat and forced a shaky smile.

"W-well, um, let's get you in the bath, sweetie," she said, her voice trembling slightly.

She reached for Tyler's hand to help him into the tub and helped him sink down below the water. He stared at her, his heart pounding in his chest. Oh god, she saw it! He thought frantically. What was she thinking?

Nancy, meanwhile, was struggling to keep her composure. She couldn't believe what she had just seen. Her sweet son, her little man, was all grown up. And apparently, very well-endowed. Tyler was her son, the child she had raised by herself since he was little. She had never had to think about him in this way before, had never imagined that one day she'd be confronted with the reality of his cusping masculinity. Nancy's hand trembled slightly as she reached for the washcloth, her eyes still darting nervously towards Tyler's submerged form.

She knew she should be focusing on getting him clean, on tending to his needs like any good mother would. But all she could think about was the sight of his erection, the proof of his budding adolescence that she had just witnessed. Trying to push those thoughts aside, she dipped the cloth in the warm water, wringing it out before bringing it to Tyler's shoulder.

Her touch was feather-light as she began to soap up his skin. She could feel the heat radiating off his body, could hear the hitch in his breath as she moved lower, wiping the cloth over his chest. As she moved the cloth lower yet, skimming over his abs, Nancy felt Tyler's muscles tense beneath her touch. She tried to keep her touch clinical, impersonal, but she couldn't ignore the way Tyler's breath hitched as she brushed against his body.

She meticulously washed every inch of Tyler's body. As she rinsed the suds from his skin, Nancy's eyes inevitably drifted to the one place she had purposefully ignored. With a gentle tug on the drain, she let some of the bathwater out, allowing Tyler's lower half to emerge from beneath the surface. Nancy took a deep breath and brought the soapy washcloth to Tyler's penis. She wrapped her fingers around his shaft, giving him a slow, gentle stroke. Tyler gasped at the sensation, his hips twitching involuntarily.

Fuck, he thought, his eyes fluttering shut. Mom's touching me; it’s actually happening! Her hand feels so good!

Nancy maintained a calm, clinical demeanor as she washed him, her touch firm and purposeful. She stroked him from base to tip, making sure to get him thoroughly clean. She could feel him throbbing in her hand and hear his sharp intake of breath with each pass of the cloth.

"There we go, all done," she said softly, releasing him and rinsing the suds from his skin.

“Thanks, Mom,” he murmured, his voice rough with emotion. “For everything.”

Nancy helped him stand, steadying him as he stepped out of the tub. She wrapped the towel around his waist, her fingers brushing against his still-hard penis. She quickly averted her gaze, focusing instead on drying him off.

“You're welcome, honey,” she said, her tone light despite the palpable tension between them. “Now let's get you dressed and into bed, okay?”

Nancy helped Tyler into his pajamas. She pulled the covers back on his bed and tucked him in, pressing a soft kiss to his forehead.

“Sweet dreams, sweetie,” she whispered. “I love you.”

As Nancy left the room, pulling the door shut behind her, Tyler and Nancy's thoughts raced wildly. Tyler lay in bed, his mind racing and his body on fire. He could still feel the ghost of Nancy's touch on his skin, could remember the way her fingers had wrapped around his shaft. His cock throbbed incessantly, aching for release. 

Nancy leaned against the closed bedroom door, her heart pounding in her chest as she replayed the events of the bath. He’s...all grown up.

When had that happened?

She felt a pang of nostalgia for his childhood innocence, but also a stirring of something else.

He's becoming a man, she realized, a tremor running through her. A real man, with real needs and desires. Needs that I can't just ignore or sweep under the rug anymore. 

Her memory drifted back to his erection, the feeling of its heat and throbbing hardness searing into her mind. She had left him like that, aching and unfulfilled.

Oh god, she thought, her face flushing with a blend of guilt and arousal. What if he can't sleep like this? What if he's in pain? I know blue balls is a thing, but is it really that bad?

She knew she should just leave it alone, pretend like nothing had happened. But the image of Tyler tossing and turning in his bed, his cock hard and throbbing, from something she did, was too much to bear.

Before she could second-guess herself, she found herself moving towards Tyler's bedroom door, her heart pounding in anticipation of what she might do next. She sat waiting outside of his room for a bit, preparing her thoughts and resolve. It’s purely medical, she told herself. It’s unhealthy to leave him in such a state like that.

Nancy took a deep breath and knocked softly on Tyler's bedroom door, her heart racing with anticipation.

“Tyler?” she called out gently. “Can I come in for a moment?”

She waited for his response, her hand hovering over the doorknob as she gathered her courage. Inside the room, Tyler tensed at the sound of Nancy's voice, unsure of what she wanted.

“Uh, yeah, sure, Mom," he replied, trying to keep his voice steady. "You can come in.”

Nancy opened the door and slipped inside, closing it softly behind her.

“I, uh, I just wanted to check on you,” she said, her voice wavering slightly as she approached the bed. “Make sure you're feeling alright and not in any... discomfort.”

She sat on the edge of the mattress, her eyes flicking down to the bulge in Tyler's pajama pants before quickly darting away again. Tyler shifted uncomfortably under Nancy's gaze, acutely aware of the prominent tent in his pajama pants. He swallowed hard, trying to maintain a semblance of composure.

“I'm fine, Mom,” he said, his voice cracking slightly. “Really. Just a little tired, that's all.”

He forced a weak smile, hoping she wouldn't see right through his lie. Inside, his heart was pounding and his cock was throbbing, begging to be let out.

“Tyler, sweetheart,” she said softly, reaching out to place a hand on his thigh. “You don't have to pretend with me…” “I know you're growing up, and now you have new... needs.”

Tyler's breath hitched as Nancy's fingers moved up his thigh and onto his bulge, tracing the outline of his cock through his pajama pants—causing an audible gasp from Tyler.

“I know this is partly my fault. I never should have left you like this.”

She could feel him throbbing with need against her palm, hot and hard. Her hand began to move, stroking him through the fabric of his pajamas in slow, deliberate motions.

Tyler groaned, his head falling back against the pillows as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over him.

“Is this okay?” she asked, waiting for a response to continue.

Tyler's breath came in ragged gasps as Nancy stroked him through his pajamas, her touch sending electric shocks of pleasure coursing through his body. He could feel himself growing harder yet, his cock straining against the confines of the fabric.

“Yes,” he breathed, his voice hoarse with need. “God, yes, Mom. Please don't stop.”

“Alright, sweetie,” Nancy murmured, her fingers working deftly to untie Tyler's pajama bottoms. “Let Mommy take care of you.”

She slowly tugged the fabric down his hips, revealing his erection. It sprang free, standing proud and throbbing against his stomach. Nancy's breath caught in her throat momentarily at the sight.

She began to stroke him, her hand gliding smoothly over his sensitive flesh. Tyler let out a low groan, his hips bucking up into her touch.

“Yes,” he gasped. “God, Mom, it feels so good. Please don't stop.”

Nancy smiled, pleased with his response. It had been a while since she had done anything sexually explicit, so it was nice to hear she hadn’t lost her touch.

She increased her pace slowly, twisting her wrist with each upward stroke. Her thumb swirled around the head of his cock, spreading the bead of moisture that had quickly formed at the tip.

”That's it, sweetie,” she cooed. “Just relax and let Mommy make you feel good.”

Tyler threw his head back in response—he was so hard it almost hurt. Her hand was silky smooth, and it felt better than he could’ve ever imagined.

Nancy studied Tyler’s face as she stroked him, paying keen attention to his expression and body language, taking note of the way his eyes fluttered and...