Fetish and Fiction: My stories and video clips

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
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