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Helping My Friends Mother

Mrs. J and I shared a love of German chocolate cake. My mom always made one for my birthday and I saved a big piece of cake for Mrs.J. She did not answer the doorbell when I rang, her car was in the driveway so I knew she was home. Thinking she may be out by the pool, I walked around to the back of the house. It was then I heard her call for help. I entered the house through the back door and called her name, she yelled that she was in the bathroom. I found her laying on the floor where she fell, one leg bent under her. Mrs. J was badly bruised and could not move. I slid my hands under her and picked her up to carry her to the bedroom. As I picked her up, I accidentally stepped on the towel covering her and it fell off as I lifted her. She told me not to worry about it and just lay her down on the bed.

Mrs.J was about 50 years old, of middle eastern descent, widowed, very fit and I always found her to be attractive. I fixed a couple of ice bags for her bruises and a very swollen knee. She did not want to go to the hospital at that time. I was surprised to see her still naked. I grabbed her robe to cover her up, but she said not to bother and remarked that I obviously liked looking at her nude body.

Aspirin and ice helped with the pain and swelling and I helped her get dressed. I fixed us some coffee and we shared the big piece of cake. We talked for a while and she reminded about the time she caught her son, me and a few others skinny dipping in her pool when we were about 16-17 years old. Then she floored me by asking to see how much I had grown. I had seen her naked now she wanted to see me in the buff. So I stripped and dick was sticking straight out, so hard it hurt. Mrs. J said that she would like to help me take care of it, but she was still in some pain, and she wanted to watch me jack off. She was able to caress my balls until I came all over my belly and chest.

I spent the night at her house, helped her to the bathroom, and fixed breakfast for us. Then she finally let me take her to her doctor. Her knee was just sprained and he gave her meds for the pain. Relatives came to take care of her for the next few weeks.

Mrs. J invited me to dinner when she fully recovered. I was expecting one of her great Lebanese meals, but she was the dish that I fully enjoyed.



Posted on: 2015-05-09 15:01:01 | Author: