Jenny's Hand

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This is a fictional story of a young man’s needs being met.

 

Someone shook me awake. It was Mom. Leaning over me she said, “Sorry to wake you, honey, but your grandfather fell and I got to go over there.”



Brushing sleep from my eyes I asked, “Is he hurt?”



“I don’t know. Harriet his friend phoned.”



“What time is it?”



“Six-thirty,” Mom answered.



“Yeah, he always gets up early. I hope Granddad isn’t hurt.”



“I am leaving now. I called Jenny and told her. So if I’m not back she’ll help you get up.”



Mom gave me a quick kiss and left closing my door. Although being nineteen I still had to be helped in and out of bed because I was in a wheelchair with cerebral palsy. This was Saturday so I figured Jenny wouldn’t be too early. She was a divorced lady in her fifties living in the apartment across the hall. She worked nights and occasionally helps Mom with me.



I did hope Granddad had not hurt himself too bad but it was early and I was sleepy so I pulled the sheet and spread up over me since the summer morning was cool and went back to sleep. I was still sleepy when waking up again and had no idea what time it was but knew it was lighter than when Mom woke me. I reached down and felt my hard peter. I was going to rub it. It was usually my ritual to rub myself before getting up. Mom knew as we had discussed it and she approved saying masturbation might be my only way of having sex.



I was really rubbing myself when the door and Jenny stood there watching. I stopped abruptly but it was too late as she had seen and guessed what I was doing.



“I should’ve knocked,” she apologized, “but I’m used to being around you that I forgot. I’m sorry.”



“It’s okay,” I stammered. “Mom said you’d be over to help me up,” I was trying to ease my hand away from my peter but I think she saw that too.



Jenny didn’t look away as she said, “Yes, your mom just called and said she’d be later. They took your granddad to the hospital for some x-rays, although nothing seems broken. You know how hospitals are. So I came over to see if you were ready to get up.”



“I can,” I told her trying not to act shy, “since you’re here.”



“Do you want to pee in bed or your chair?” she asked coming closer.



I thought she would ask if I wanted her to come back, but she didn’t. I was sort of nervous knowing that I had no clothes on; of course Jenny had seen me that way before when sometimes helping Mom bathe me but my peter was still a little hard.



“It is easier in bed,” I answered, “laying the urinal between my legs as Mom does it.”



“Okay,” she said going to the bathroom.



I hoped by the time she came back my peter would’ve gone down but I had gotten bigger. Jenny had seen me a little hard before but not like this.



She returned with the urinal and started to uncover me. As she leaned over to pull back the spread and sheet I accidentally saw into her dress. She wore no bra and there her large breasts hung. I had seen into her dress or blouse before but she wore a bra, now I saw about everything including her right nipple. This didn’t help me or my peter.



Turning back the bed clothes she saw my hard dick. “Now how are we going to do this?” she asked.



I knew what she meant as my dick was laying back facing me. I immediately put my hand over my penis trying to cover it.



“I’m sorry,” I quietly said.



She gently sat on the edge of the bed and said, “Look Morgan, you don’t have to be ashamed in front of me. I saw that you were relieving yourself when I came in. I should have left but I thought you were done when you said you could get up. There’s nothing for you to be ashamed of, most boys do it.”



“Yes, but me big like this before you.”



“Don’t forget I’ve been married and seen a man. I’ve seen you sort of long in the bathtub when helping your mother bathing you. Your mom has seen you like this too, hasn’t she?”



“Yes.”



“Well then, why don’t you remove that hand so we can see if we can’t get something out?”



Jenny gently removed my hand and touched my peter. Sheer delight shot through me and I cried, “Oh god!”



“That felt good, didn’t it? But I don’t think we’re going to get pee out,” she said. “You want me to help you, hon?”



I could hardly believe she had asked. “Would you?” I sputtered.



“Of course,” she answered. “It’s all right for guys to play with themselves but sometimes it’s good to have help. Most guys have more opportunity than you. I don’t blame you for what you do home alone while you mom works.”



I knew she meant girls, maybe looking at pron. I tried being careful but Mom found some evidence on the computer; maybe she told Jenny. This made me think more of her breasts.



She began softly messaging my peter. God it felt good having someone rubbing it besides myself. I had dreamed of this but still wished her dress was opened. Did I dare I wondered.



In the excited state she was getting me in I knew I would. I reached for her breast and asked, “Please, may I touch you?”



Smiling she answered, “Yes, of course, you can. Like most boys you want to, that’s natural. I was having coffee in my nightgown when your mother called and just put this on to come over.”



While tenderly looking at me with her other hand she unbuttoned her dress. Her hand on my peter now was almost still as if she knew to wait. Now the top of her dress was opened and her bare breasts were before me. She nodded her approval and I rubbed them, sucked the nipples, and buried my face in their warm softness.



I had only dreamed of what I had just done. The feeling was better than any dream. I looked up at her.



“Ready?” she whispered as she began slowly messaging my peter again. It was ready too, throbbing more. Her touch only intensified the feeling. Before long my body was beginning moving with her hand.



“More, more,” I cried.



God it never felt this good when I rubbed it, I thought.



She nodded understanding. Her message changed to pumping, hard and fast. The wonderful sensation grew until cum shot onto both of us and then there seemed nothing.



I was conscious of her sitting there smiling at me. “Thank you,” I told her.



She kissed me on the cheek.



After a few minutes she said, “Now I’m going to have to clean you up.”



But we knew it wouldn’t be the last time.

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