My son’s best friend, Steven, had been in a car accident and his parents had trusted me to take care of him. I had worked as a nurse before getting married and becoming a housewife, so I knew that I could help Steven get better. He had broken his right arm and needed some bed rest to recover before returning to school.“I made you lunch,” I said, standing outside the guest room.I opened the door and saw him grimacing as he sat up on the bed.“Thank you,” he said.I placed the tray next to him and notice that he would have a hard time eating with his left hand. I would have to feed him like I had done with many patients in the past.“Here,” I said, bringing the fork up to his mouth.He looked embarrassed as he ate and I told the 16-year old Steven, “Hey, I used to bathe you when you were a baby.”He replied with a smile, “Speaking of that, I smell like crap.”“We’ll get you showered after you finish,” I said.After breakfast, we went over to the bathroom to figure out how he would shower.“Get the showerhead so you don’t wet the cast,” I said.“Okay,” he said, slowly pulling up his shirt.“Let me help you undress,” I said.His bare chest came into view as I carefully helped him remove his shirt. He tugged his shorts down from the left side, and I helped him by pulling down on the right side. He was down to just his boxers and ready to get in the shower. “I’m gonna need help,” he said, looking at the showerhead.“Yeah, it’s a pain to soap up and rinse with just one hand,” I said.I grabbed the showerhead and pointed it at the wall before turning on the warm water.“Let me soap up the sponge,” I said, handing him the showerhead.Once that was done, I gave him the sponge and got the showerhead again. I ran the stream of water on his body but was careful not to wet the cast. He began soaping himself up while I moved the showerhead around to his back and down his legs. I then came back to his Akbatı escort front and wet from his feet up to his belly button, avoiding aiming the showerhead at his bulge.After he soaped up everywhere he could reach, he turned away from me to clean under his boxers. I rinsed his back and legs before he turned around with a more noticeable bulge. It was hard not to look but I continued moving the showerhead to rinse all the soap.By the time I turned off the water, his bulge was even bigger and trying to free itself from his tight boxers. I placed the showerhead back in its place and went to get him a change of clothes. I returned to see him awkwardly drying himself and it gave me another chance to look down at his boxers.I moved my eyes away before he could catch me looking and I handed him his clean clothes. I grabbed another towel to dry his back and then knelt to dry his legs. I dried his feet and then moved to the side to dry the front of his legs and thighs, which put me really close to the enormous bulge under his wet boxers. I looked at it quickly before nonchalantly moving up to continue drying him.“Finish off while I change your bed sheets,” I said then exited the bathroom.I walked to the guest room but realized that the clean bed sheets were in the bathroom. I turned back to the bathroom but stopped when I saw his naked reflection on the mirror through the ajar door. He moved the towel away to expose the wonderful tool between his legs.“That’s unreal,” I thought, looking at the size of his penis.I had never cared about penis size, five or seven inches didn’t matter to me, but this was different. It was bigger than any penis I had ever seen and it could easily land him a spot in the porn industry. I didn’t want to look away from it, but I couldn’t have him catch me looking. I walked away with my heart pounding in my chest and feeling Aksaray escort bayan a hotness over my entire body.I had taken care of him throughout his childhood and what I had just seen made me feel strange. I would have never imagined any of this and it didn’t help that the images of his tool wouldn’t go away from my mind.I took a few deep breaths to calm down but they were of no use. I walked back to the bathroom, feeling my hands and legs shaking, and saw that he was already back in his room. I grabbed the clean bed sheets and took a few seconds before going to face him.“Hey, I had forgotten the sheets were in there,” I said, seeing him without a shirt and feeling my face get even hotter.“I’d help you but I can’t even put on a shirt,” he said, lifting the shirt for me to see.I smiled and walked over to help him put on the shirt. I looked down right when he put the shirt over his head and notice the bulge was still there. I then took the pillows and bed sheets off the bed. He was standing behind me as I changed the sheets, which required me to get on the bed to reach the top-left corner of the bed. I reached lower to properly place the sheet and inadvertently gave him a perfect view of my shapely butt in my red yoga pants.“There you go,” I said, getting off the bed.“Thanks,” he said.He slowly laid down on the bed and rested his head on the pillow. I sat next to him and noticed that his position made his bulge tent his shorts and it was impossible for me not to look. I looked away from it and for some inexplainable reason I looked directly at his eyes.I broke the eye contact and said, “Sorry.”“No, I just can’t help it,” he said.“It’s okay, not the first time it happens to a patient,” I said, looking down at my feet.I remembered the many patients I had sucked off back in my days as a nurse, ranging from boys his age to older men.“It’s Escort Ankara just embarrassing,” he said.“It happens, it’s common for guys with broken arms and such,” I explained.“Yeah, I bet,” he said with a forced laugh.“You should get some relief before it starts hurting,” I said in a professional tone.We made eye contact again and his eyes told me everything I needed to know. I got up to lock the door, but he must have thought I was leaving because I saw his left hand grabbing his bulge through his shorts when I turned back.“Don’t ever tell anyone,” I said, reaching for the waistband of his shorts.Giving oral sex was something I loved doing but my husband wasn’t into receiving it or much less giving it. Using different techniques to make a man orgasm was so much fun for me, especially if he was a patient of mine needing some help.I freed his huge tool and looked back into his eyes before grabbing his shaft with both of my hands. I opened my mouth and that was when I realized just how big he was. I could barely fit his thickness in my mouth but couldn’t take enough of his length for my lips to touch my hand. I stroked him with both hands while I tasted the precum on his head. I then gently squeezed his shaft and slapped his head against my flat tongue.I opened my mouth so wide around his head that my jaw hurt, but I was determined to fit in as much as I could. I slowly took in more and more but took him out of my mouth when I felt like I was going to gag. I licked from the base of his shaft all the way up to his head and went back to taking him deep. I forced myself to take as much length as possible and this time I did gag. My eyes watered as my juices soaked my panties.I returned my hands to stroking his thick shaft, which reminded me of using one of those shake weights. I sealed my lips tightly around his shaft and then took him out of my mouth with a loud pop. I repeated that a few times, which got him groaning in pleasure. I licked all around his head with my flat tongue then took him back into my mouth.I switched the motion of my strokes, with one hand stroking out to the right like in a counter-clockwise motion and the other hand doing the opposite.