When I was a teenager I had appendicitus and my appendix burst before operating. I was sick for a long time after the surgery. My mother is a nurse and she took care of me. She was supposed to change the dressing on the incision every 24 hrs. The incision was low on my belly and she would try to pull my shorts down where I was only exposing the stitches. The first time she did it I got an erection and it was pushing up escaping my shorts and covering the sore area. She kept trying to work around it pretending it wasn't there. After having some trouble she thrw up her hands and said, "you're going to have to get rid of that!" I was so embarrassed and said, "how?!" She grabbed my right hand and squeezed a big glob of healing ointment out and said, "hurry up, I'll turn my head." She sat on the edge of the bed facing away from me. I stroked myself with her not six inches away and was trying to be silent. The ointment was making a sloppy sucking noise as I stroked my purple erection up and down. After several seconds I blew my load and she turned around, giggled, and said, "that was fast."


~~~~~~~


My mother was fininshing her Ph.D when I was still in high school. One day she called me to get over to her Genetics lab right away because they needed some help. When I got there she gave me a glass beaker, told me to go to the Men's room and bring back a semen specimen. At first I thought she was talking about something from a sailor. But then she explained, in words I could understand, what she wanted me to do. So, when I brought back what she wanted, all the other students took some of my sample for their microscope slides.