Saturday, May 25, 2024
Mom & Daughter chapter 5
Mom & Daughter
Chapter 5
From Hannah POV
As I wake up to a new day, I gingerly swing my bandaged ankle and leg out of bed, feeling rested and looking forward to the day on crutches. The bandages remind me, but they also symbolize my situation related to my openness towards this fetish of mine. Grabbing my crutches, I positioned them under my arms and stood on my right foot.
I notice something on my desk and decide to move closer for a better look. As I approach, my eyes focus on an old X-ray negative resting on the surface. It's from one of my mom's broken leg, with her name at the top and signed by Dr. Stephanie Robinson. The X-ray itself tells a story of mom's past when she gracefully walked on crutches with her broken leg in a cast. As I study the details of the X-ray, I realize again the challenges she has overcome.
As I gaze at the X-ray of my mom's broken leg, I may not be an expert in analyzing X-rays, but the fractures are unmistakable, a broken tibia and fibula. The image brings back vivid memories of her wearing that long white cast when I was in high school. I can still recall the way she moved gracefully despite the cast, never letting it hinder her spirit or style. The sight of the broken bones in the X-ray reminds me of the obvious pain she must have felt.
Beside the X-ray on my desk, there is a collection of medical supplies neatly arranged. The stockinet, with its fine texture, hints at the comfort it provides when wrapped around a beautiful long leg before applying the cast. It's a gentle layer that protects the skin and allows for smoother application of the casting material. The rolls of red casting material, sturdy yet pliable, hold the promise of creating a lovely cast following the contour of my leg adding a touch of excitement to the scene.
As I take in the sight of these supplies leaning on my crutches, memories flood back of a visit to the doctor's office with mom when I was older and the process of getting a cast on her leg. I was already interested sexually in the medical field and the familiar scent of the casting material, the sound of it being unwound, and the careful precision of the application all come to my mind with the way Dr Stephanie caressed mom cast to make it perfect.
Mom's subtle yet playful hint about knowing my sexual interest in some part of this fetish and the potential fun of having my first leg cast ever lingered in my mind, sparking a curiosity about taking my interest in casts to the next level. The thought of exploring something new and different like a leg cast for 6 weeks is both exhilarating and seductive. It will affect the upcoming evening I have planned with the girls and obviously made me look forward to a conversation with mom.
I take the soft padding and rub it against me, teasing me. It feels cool and soft against my bare skin, sending a wave of sexual pleasure through me. I slowly move the soft padding around my body, rubbing it against my breasts, against my hard nipples, and between my thighs. The sensation is unbelievable but I then hear the sound of mom in her wheelchair in the kitchen.
I slowly walk on my crutches from my desk to the kitchen, the image of the X-ray of mom's badly broken leg and the array of medical supplies still fresh in my mind. As I enter the room, I can sense that my mom already knows something is on my mind just by looking at me. Her eyes and lips never lie..
Taking a seat beside her, I rest my crutches and take a deep breath before broaching the topic.
"Mom, I think without a doubt that based on the X-ray, my leg is broken at the ankle." Her hands grabbed my leg, rubbing the ace bandages ever so slowly looking deep into my eyes.
I'm trying to regain control, catching my breath, "With the supplies for a leg cast on my desk. Do you think there's a possibility that this could be used for the treatment? I guess I will need about 6 weeks" My voice carries a sexual tone, as I await her response, knowing she probably feels the same about this whole situation. A complicated but oh so erotic situation.
With a gentle smile, my mom starts explaining the concept, her words resonate with a sense of reassurance and knowledge.
"Recreational casting can be a lot of fun. It's not just about providing support and protection for the pretended injured limb; it also allows for creativity about the why and how long you will be in that cast. Plus, it's safer than breaking your leg, I could never do that to you my love even for a medical experience in any way."
While her fingers keep touching my ankle and lower leg, She goes on to explain "You can choose to make a total non weight bearing cast," she adds, her eyes lighting up with enthusiasm.
"You are so beautiful on crutches, I mean when I was on crutches for weeks and months, I managed to change a necessary leg cast in my case into something playful and personalized."
Listening to her explanation, It emphasizes the sexual appeal of recreational casting. With my mom's clearly opening up in uncharted territories, I feel more at ease and even excited about the prospect of having my first leg cast and the nights I spend in my bed masturbating pretending that I was the one with the black cocktail dress, heel, long leg cast and crutches.
"I want a full leg cast on my left leg now. Can you help me with that?"
Her eyes widen slightly in pure lust that she didn't manage to hide but she nods with a warm smile. "Of course, sweetheart. Let's get comfortable and start by removing the bandage and the air cast."
Once back in my room, crutches beside my bed, mom rolled closer to me. She slowly unwraps the bandage from my ankle and lower leg enjoying the moment. Next, she carefully removes the air cast, ensuring not to jostle my leg too much.
"Now, let's begin the process of applying the full leg cast to your lovely left leg Hannah."
I watch intently as she starts by applying the stockinette over my leg, making sure it's smooth and free from any wrinkles. Her movements are precise, and I can feel the anticipation building between us.
"Padding is essential for comfort if you are going to term this recreational cast into a 6 week love affair" her soft voice sending shivers down my spine at the mention again of 6 weeks casted and on crutches.
I notice the small sign of nervousness in mom, and it only makes the moment more intense. I pull her close to me and kiss her sweet lips, gently taking her hands in mine and whispering that it's ok. She closes her eyes and melts into my arms, her crippled body relaxed and responsive to my touch. Our lips meet and lock in a passionate kiss, sending shivers down my spine. It's like time stands still as we enjoy the intimate moment together, our bodies pressed together tightly, her soft skin against mine. It's a moment of sheer bliss, surrounded by the sweet scent of her musk.
Our lips part gently as we catch our breath, our eyes locking. Mom slowly pulls me closer, her soft body pressed against mine, the sound of our breathing filling the room. I can feel her heartbeat against me, our breath mingling together as we embrace the moment. We are two women, two adults that kiss again slowly, taking our time to enjoy the intimacy of our moment together. It's like a bubble of pure bliss, just the two of us in a world of our own.
Then sitting in her wheelchair she starts applying the padding from my foot, using the half overlapping technique. I nod in understanding, feeling a sense of trust in her expertise.
"Make sure your ankle is at a 90-degree position," she reminds me, adjusting my leg slightly to ensure the proper alignment. As she continues with the casting process, I can't help but feel a buildup of sexual pleasure inside me. This experience is not just about getting a cast; it's about sharing a special moment with my mom, feeling her love and care every step of the way.
I watch when she starts applying the wet cast, starting from the foot and gradually moving upward. Her movements are precise, ensuring that each layer is applied smoothly and evenly. As she reaches my knee, she gently bends it to ensure that the cast conforms perfectly to the contours of my leg. Her touch is gentle yet firm, and I can feel the warmth of the material that was Initially pliable, that begins to set, creating a supportive shell around my sexy long leg.
With each layer of casting material applied, I can imagine the weight of my cast increasing. My leg is now completely casted, and I find myself relaxing into the process even more. As she finishes smoothing the cast and ensuring that it's properly set, I look down at my new red long leg cast with admiration, it is simply perfect.
With my mom's steady support, I gingerly stand up, feeling the weight and support of the long red cast on my left leg. I grab my crutches, we make our way to the mirror, where I catch my new broken look. The sight is both surreal with her in her wheelchair beside me. The vibrant red color of the cast stands out, as I study my image in the mirror, I can't help but feel a sense of lust and happiness.
The cast is perfect and it extends from mid foot all the way up to my thigh, enveloping my leg in a lovely protective shell. It's a bold statement, a clear move forward into this fetish world, with each step I take, I move with confidence despite the temporary restriction. Looking at my reflection, I can't help but smile. The long red cast, with my mom by my side in her wheelchair, was an incredible sight.
"Thank you Mom, tomorrow will be so much fun with the girls in this sexy accessory"
Chapter 6
To come
K
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Mom & Daughter chapter 4
Mom & Daughter
Chapter 4
From Mom POV
As I navigate my house in my wheelchair, I usually have a smooth routine for transfers. However, today was different. As I attempted to transfer from my wheelchair to the couch, something went very wrong. I positioned myself carefully, ensuring that the wheelchair was secure but forgot to lock it in place.
As I lifted myself up, placed my high heel shoes down, my hand slipped on the edge of the couch, causing me to lose my balance. Panic surged through me as I felt myself tipping forward. In that split second, I tried to regain control, but it was too late. I toppled over, landing awkwardly on the floor. Pain shot through my right wrist as I hit the hard surface. I cursed under my breath, frustrated at my own mistake. How could I have let this happen?
As I found myself on the floor after the failed transfer, a surge of frustration and helplessness washed over me. I watched in disbelief as my wheelchair, now unoccupied, began to slowly roll away from me in the living room to the hallway.
The sight was surreal, I almost laughed. It was almost like a scene from a horror movie playing out in front of me where the crippled woman fell off her chair before being killed by an axe. I reached out instinctively, trying to grab it, to stop the wheelchair's movement. But my efforts were in vain as the distance between us widened.
For the first time in the last few weeks, with each inch the wheelchair rolled away, a sense of vulnerability crept in. It wasn't just vulnerability, it was also about the sexual surge I felt losing control of my mobility aid; it was a stark reminder of the pleasure I felt faced daily with my legs, the constant threat of fractures, setbacks and months in casts.
I turned on my front and I slid along the hardwood floor towards my wheelchair, I felt a mix of strength and pleasure. With each movement, I could feel the rough texture of the floor beneath me against my fully erected nipples. I used my arms to propel myself forward, inching closer to my wheelchair with each slide. It was a slow process, but I refused to give up.
As I neared my wheelchair, I reached out with one hand, grasping the armrest firmly. With a final push, I pulled myself up, using the wheelchair as leverage, leaning against it, catching my breath after the challenging experience, my mind wandered to Dave. He was such a nice and caring man, always ready to lend a helping hand. I couldn't help it. I wonder if he would have been turned on sexually to see me crawling along the floor in a pencil skirt, tight fitting blouse, pantyhose and 4 inch heels..
There was something about him that brought a sense of comfort and ease. The way he had rushed to pick up my fallen heel earlier that week, the concern in his eyes and the pure lust when he grabbed my crippled foot in his hand to reposition my shoe, it all spoke volumes about his character.
I found myself smiling at the thought of spending more time with Dave, getting to know him better outside of our usual interactions. Maybe a casual coffee date could be a nice way to start. But in reality I wanted him to give me a sponge bath,to carefully wash my toes, feet and legs. I could be wrong but I think he likes that I'm broken and crippled. I want him to see that I might be paralyzed, but I'm a modern, sexy woman with a great body shape.
As I straightened up in my wheelchair, I made a mental note to keep an eye out for any opportunities to connect with Dave. Who knows, maybe this unexpected mishap would turn out to be the beginning of something new and exciting.
The act of crawling along the floor, reminded me of a time when I was hit by a car and left with both legs broken beside the road. While thinking of this I slid my hand between my legs and rubbed myself very softly. The wetness just flowed onto my panties and fingers. I remembered the feeling of helplessness and fear as I lay there alone, unable to move, reaching out desperately for my phone to call 911.
With a deep breath after my orgasm died down, I focused on the task at hand: getting back into my wheelchair safely. I first made sure to lock the brakes of the wheelchair, next, I positioned myself strategically, placing one hand on the armrest of the wheelchair and the other on the edge of the couch for support. I shifted my weight carefully, testing my balance before committing to the transfer. With a steady push, I lifted myself up slightly, using my upper body strength to guide myself into the seat of the wheelchair.
While thinking of the months in leg casts after being hit by the car, my thoughts turned to Hannah and her recent injury and using her crutches. I couldn't help but feel something new from the challenges she was facing with her recreational sprained ankle and reliance on crutches.
I recalled the sexual interest in her eyes as she wrapped her ankle and navigated the house on her crutches, her ankle wrapped securely to support the sprain. I wheeled into Hannah's room, my heart swelled with curiosity, she was deep asleep. I could see her injured ankle so lovely, wrapped securely in bandages with exposed toes, propped up on a pillow for elevation. Her crutches are leaning against the wall nearby.
The bandages around her ankle were pristine white, expertly wrapped to provide support and stability. For a second I imagined that I saw a huge bulge on the side of her broken and dislocated ankle where the fracture occurred, in my mind both her tibia and fibula were broken. So beautiful.
"Mom?"
"Hey, sweetheart," wheeling closer to her bedside. "How does the ankle feel?"
Hannah sighed, adjusting her position slightly. "It's okay, sore," she played alone so well.
I reached out to gently touch the bandages, her foot and lovely legs. "Do you need anything?" I asked while rubbing her lower leg, foot and cute exposed toes.
Hannah shook her head and stared at my fingers. "No, I'm good." she replied, she remained in control of her story.
"Maybe tomorrow I will take you for Xrays"
"Thanks, Mom. I'm sure it's just a bad sprain. I'll be back on my feet in no time," I leaned over to kiss her cheek but she took hold of my face and kissed my lips.
Leaving Hannah's room, the realization that Hannah shared some of my fetishes was totally intriguing . It brought up a wave of sexual complexity that I hadn't anticipated. On one hand, there was a connection, knowing that we had something unique in common. It was a rare bond that added depth to our relationship and sparked a curiosity about how much we truly shared, how far she would go to act on her fetish.
Should I acknowledge this shared interest with Hannah? Or should I leave it as a surprise, allowing her the space to explore and discover her own preferences sexually related to her need to be on crutches without any influence from me?
I wondered about these questions as I navigated through the house in my wheelchair. Part of me wanted to open up and have a candid conversation with Hannah about our shared fetishes, to bond over something so personal and intimate. But another part of me hesitated, unsure of how she would react or if she was ready to have such a conversation.
Leaving it as a surprise respected Hannah's privacy and allowed her the space to explore and understand without feeling pressured or influenced...
But I did have a plan...
Chapter 5
To come
K
