Sponge Baths

When I was 13 I broke both of my arms in a skiing accident. Having both my arms immobilized made it impossible for me to dress or bathe myself. My Mom became my caretaker. Once a week, usually on a Monday, she would give me a sponge bath. I didn't mind except when it came to bathing my privates. I started puberty when I was 10, so my penis was already growing and was surrounded by pubes. Mom knew I was embarrassed, so she reminded me that she had seen it all before. Even so, I could feel myself blush when she would grab my penis and I would start to get hard. One time it rose to full attention and she gently stroked it until I came on her hand. All she said was, "I hope that feels better." After that she never did it again, and we never spoke of it again.