Mom Lends a Helping Hand

Mom lends a helping hand

"So Mrs. Franklin, I wanted to discuss a few things privately before you drove your daughter to her home. Now, as discussed last week, while Ava's accident was very serious, her recovery is going surprisingly well, she has sensation in both her lower and upper extremities. Even though we currently have her body immobilized, we are as certain as we can be she will be able to walk unsupported again in a couple of months, and if she has the proper care and physio we think she has a good chance of regaining full functionality, legs and hands both."

"Thank you, Dr. Austin. I did get a lot of documentation on how she should be cared for, and I have already booked her physio and checkup appointments for the next 6 months." Evelyn Franklin replied. Ava's mother was right down to business. For the last 8 years she had to run the household on her own, through some of the most difficult years of her and her daughter's life, so she know how to keep on top of things. She had been expecting to have more time to herself when her daughter had gone to college, which to be fair she had done for the last year, but now at 49 she was having to face being a primary carer again, even if only temporarily. "Do you happen to have any other advice to improve her chances of full recovery, or speed up the process?"

"That was actually why I asked to see you in my office." The doctor paused for a second, interlacing his fingers. "So, there is something that recent research has shown to help with recovery in these kind of cases, but it can be a little controversial."

"Oh?" Mrs Franklin said a little cautiously. She was a little unsure what to expect. Various possibilities went through her mind. Some kind of stem cell treatment, or maybe she would need to have Ava's DNA sequenced for some personalized medicine, or some kind of "nanotechnology" treatment like the one her nephew had mentioned from that science fiction book he had been reading. All bound to be extremely expensive, and outside their budget. Certainly unlikely to be covered by insurance. Or maybe he went the other way, some kind of quackery?

"Do be aware, it's not a replacement for the treatment plans we have already gone through, but as an additional 'nice to have'..."

Great, so definitely an additional cost, Mrs Franklin thought to herself.

"... that unfortunately we aren't able to publicly endorse due to how much scandal it would attract. Which is a real shame, given there is no additional cost involved."

"Oh?" Her reply was a little higher pitched this time, a little more hopeful.

"Yes." He leant forward, almost conspiratorially, clearly a little awkward about what he was about to say. "So... it is officially referred to in the research papers as 'massage of the pelvic erogenous zone', but most people know it as masturbation."

"Oh!" Evelyn said for a third time, this time a little scandalized.

Dr Austin quickly followed up to reassure her. "I know it sounds like a joke, and I realise the last thing you likely want to think about is you daughter's sexual function but it is true. The stimulation of nerve endings and their associated nerve pathways encourage those to recover, the enhanced blood flow it encourages helps with healing. The release of endorphins brought on by orgasm helps with pain management and reducing inflammation, and the general improvement in well-being and sleep is also beneficial for healing. The cardiovascular stimulation also can be beneficial when there is so little exercise she can do otherwise." He paused for a second. "If she was physically able to do this herself I would have simply told Ava, but that is at least a few weeks off, so I thought I should tell you. As you have been the one visiting her all the time, I take it she doesn't have a partner?"

"No. She has been single since she started college. She's so diligent with her studies I don't know she has had the time for dating, and even if she had, you've surely heard how hard it is for young people dating nowadays. Seems like it is a bit of a minefield."

"Yes, yes. Well... as that's the case, what I would recommend is talking to the home carer and see what they can do. Truth is the benefit of this has been an open secret in the healthcare community for a while, and so many have already been helping clients in this way under the radar. In terms of timing, it often seems to make sense to do it at bedtime so the after effects of orgasm can help her drift off to sleep?"

"Ok..." Evelyn was quieter, she sounded a little lost. "..., so... how often should this be done?"

"Oh! Oh, well I would say you should probably aim for one orgasm a day, if the carer is amenable. More than that would probably be a little too taxing on her system, at least until she has healed a little more."

"And there isn't a risk of hurting her recovery, hurting her, or making her worse? Surely couldn't it tear her stiches, or bring something out of alignment?"

"Oh, no. Well, at least as long as it isn't too violent." Dr Austin said, with a cheeky embarrassed look on his face. He then got serious again. "No, she is so well pinned or immobilized where she needs to be that normal 'pelvic erogenous zone massage' will be safe.

"Ok... well... is there anything else, doctor?"

"No, it was all that I was wanting to talk about."

"Well, thank you Dr. Austin. I'd best collect Ava and take her home now."

"Of course! You're welcome!"

Evelyn got up, and left the office. Once out in the corridor, she paused, feeling entirely overwhelmed by what had been said. She hadn't dare mention to Dr. Austin that she hadn't been able to hire a home nurse to care for Ava. After the costs for the surgery, hospital stay, the physio and everything, she basically had no available funds left, even after the insurance. She had been planning to stay at Ava's and look after her herself, at least until Ava was once again able to look after herself. What was she going to do?

After standing still for a second, absorbing what had been told to her, she finally collected herself and marched off towards the check-out desk to meet her daughter, her handbag tightly clutched by it's strap.

***

That evening

They were in Ava's bedroom. Evelyn was just finishing the "intimate clean" in preparation for Ava to be able to go to sleep.

Ava felt very embarrassed. Her top half was propped up on a large collection of pillows. The full body cast she was in completely immobilized her, with her arms supported out to the side, legs with their knees bent and braced spread apart to support her, sort of half propped up. The cast had a large... hole, between her legs to facilitate certain functions, which her mom had just been cleaning. She was very exposed, completely helpless, and now her mother was having to help her in a way that probably hadn't needed since she was a toddler. "Sorry Mom" she said meekly.

"What do you mean?" Evelyn replied, looking puzzled.

"You having to do this for me. I know I was lucky not to be killed in the crash, but I just feel stupid for how I have ended up."

Evelyn's eyes softened. "Don't be silly... I understand feeling embarrassed, but what is family for if it isn't there to help you out when you're in trouble? And it's only for a bit. They think you'll be able to do without the lower body support in a month, and you'll be able to move about on your own in two. You should be right as rain for the start of the new academic year."

"I don't know... I know the doctor said I should be able to walk, but they said I might be disabled for the rest of my life. Might be hard for me to walk, or have difficulty with my hands or whatever. They won't know until things have healed more." She shifted about in her cast, at least as much as she was able.

"You ok?"

"Oh... I just feel a bit uncomfortable. Achey. Could I have more pain killers?"

"No, you're not due for another dose yet."

"Ok. Mmmm. Guess I am not going to sleep that well tonight. Guess it doesn't matter too much, I can just sleep during the day, not much else I can do anyway."

The comment about sleep reminded Evelyn of the conversation she had with Doctor Austin earlier. She was suddenly very aware of Ava's condition. Ava's crotch was completely exposed. Eveyln hadn't really thought about it until now, but it was basically hairless, which had helped with the cleanup. Ava must have done a full waxing before the accident. In her legs spread position both her outer and inner labia were entirely visible. It was a sight Evelyn was sure would have been very pleasing to many a boyfriend (or maybe girlfriend?) if Ava had had any she was aware of, but for her it just produced discomfort now that she had been reminded of the suggested prescription.

She didn't want to be thinking about her daughter having orgasms, but hearing her daughter voicing her own concerns about how well she would recover Evelyn wondered whether she should follow Doctor Austin's advice.

Ava's face twisted in discomfort again. "Urngh."

"Is it actually painful now?" Evelyn expression now looked concerned.

"I guess so." Ava seemed to have forgotten her concerns from before, and was putting a brave face on her discomfort, but Evelyn wondered if she was underplaying it. She decided she would test her daughter's desire to have a relief from the pain.

"Um..." She looked down at her hands unable to look her daughter in the eye while she brought it up. "I was speaking to Dr Austin just before I picked you up at Reception. He wanted to speak to me privately, as..." She tailed off.

"Yes?" Ava responded, sounding a little concerned. She wondered what had suddenly got Mom so worried. "Mom, what's wrong? Did he say something about my injury?"

That burst Evelyn out of her paralysis. "Oh...! No, nothing like that. No... he was making a suggestion for a further treatment option." She stalled at that point. She couldn't face voicing to her daughter what had been suggested. Instead she decided she would take the responsibility for the decision for her daughter, as a mother should. She just wanted to know how serious it was before she made that decision.

"Other treatment options? He wasn't trying to upsell you some expensive new experimental treatment?" Ava knew how expensive the medical bills had been, and worried whether further treatments would make the burden unbearable.

"No, no... it was entirely free. Something we could do ourselves. He really recommended it, said it would help the healing process, your pain and sleep, but it is... unconventional."

"Unconventional? Was it just some kind of quack cure? Or was it dangerous?" Ava was a bit confused at this point. In truth, she really felt like she could do with a good night's sleep, and even with the painkillers she had she had been niggling pain all day. If it was free, it would help, and they could do it themselves, she was interested, but Mom's seeming hesitation gave her pause.

"No! It apparently has lots of scientific evidence to back it up, and there is no risk involved."

"Mom... if it's free and it isn't quackery, and it's risk free, I can't see any harm in trying it? If I am being honest I have been uncomfortable all day, even with the painkillers. Anything that would help I'd be up for trying."

"OK."

Ava was expecting more of a follow up, but instead her Mom stood up, looking a lot more serious, determined almost. She then seemed to get back to cleaning Ava up, wiping her crotch up some more. Ava had thought she had been finished, but guessed she was being careful. Then Ava became aware that the pressure was different. There was no wipes this time, it was just skin to skin contact, fingers gently stroking, not over the whole area, but specifically on her private parts. "Mom?" she said questioningly. There was no reply, and the fingers were getting firmer in their pressure. She followed up more insistently "Mom?" Then she felt fingers start to rub firmly, and looked down. It was totally clear what was happening now, as she looked at the middle three fingers of her Mom's right hand make broad circles around the top of her vulva. Even though it is obvious she still asked, a little pleadingly "What are you doing?"

"Dr. Austin said that regular orgasms would be beneficial to your recovery. As you can't do that for yourself just now, and I couldn't afford a carer for you, I will do it for you."

"Mom! No!" Ava felt panic rising within her. She couldn't believe her Mom was fingering her. What had come over her? It wasn't right! And she couldn't do anything about it, she was helpless. "You can't, you're my Mom!"

"And a mom's job is to take care of their children, do what's best for them. We need you to have the best chance at healing properly, and this will help."

"No" Ava still insisted... but less forcefully this time. The steady pressure and rhythm of the circling fingers on her pubic mound was stroking her clitoral hood over that most treacherous organ, and she was already starting to feel the effects. In truth, on many occasions since the accident she had been experiencing intense sexual frustration. Since starting college she had been making sure to masturbate herself to climax on most days. She wanted to focus on her studies, and regular orgasms stopped her getting horny enough that she would be distracted by feeling the need to date, and helped her have a regular sleep schedule. Since the accident two weeks ago... she had nothing. She couldn't provide for herself, and even though she would mentally beg the hot nurses to spend a little longer down there when cleaning her up, they hadn't obliged, and she was long overdue a servicing of her sexual needs. This had of course not even crossed her mind as her mother had been cleaning her up, it had been unimaginable, but now there was that physical stimulation she had so desperately wanted, her sex drive was not going to turn down the opportunity. There was already the start of a familiar building sensation in her pelvic region, and she thought she could feel the first indications of stickiness building in her crotch.

It was humiliating. Her own mother was going to witness her pussy get wet, her gradual loss of control as the arousal would build within her, the noises she and her genitals would make, the smells of sex she would give off, and then her pulsing vulva and O-face when the crisis came.

"Shhh... shhh..." Evelyn had noticed the response had changed and there was less resistance as she continued massaging her daughter's vulva. "Just relax and let Mommy make you feel good. Let the lovely tingles get bigger and bigger and spread through your body, until you can let them out and feel sleepy." Her tone was calming and encouraging, a tone that had been used before to encourage a reluctant daughter to do something that would be good for her. "Don't worry about making a mess, Mommy will tidy up. Don't be embarrassed."

"Mom..." Ava sounded quieter this time, as she struggled between her shame at what was happening and the increasing desire to give into the pleasurable sensations in her groin. She had closed her eyes to try and focus herself, keep a level head. "Please... Urrrnh!" The load groan was a reaction to the first intense wave of sensation that suddenly swept through her. The pleasurable tension would normally spread from her genitals through her legs and up her back by her stretching out her legs and toes and arching her back, but in her current condition she couldn't do that. Instead all she could do was tense up in position which extended the duration and sort of reciprocated it into her pelvic floor, tensing her vagina far more intensely than she normally would. As the wave passed and the circle of muscle down there finally relaxed, she felt fluid ooze out of her. She normally got quite wet and squishy when she fingered herself, but less suddenly than this. A big drop built on the lower half of her inner labia, and then slid down, onto her perineum, then the little bit of her butt check visible outside the cast, before being absorbed into the bed sheet. Mom's really going to have to clean up.

With that thought she had basically surrendered to what was happening. She relaxed and her breathing became deeper, though intermittently held when the wet tingling sensations got particularly intense and she needed to tense up again to release them through her muscles. Each of these big waves saw a new big drop of her fluid squeezed out her slit from her depths, but even between she seeped steadily. This gradually built up to a steady ooze onto the bed.

Evelyn kept the pace of her circling fingers steady, but they were now slick with her daughters sexual fluids. There was also an increasingly obvious musky aroma rising from between her daughter's legs, as the scent of sex built up in the room. She tried to keep herself focused, keep her mind on the fact she was helping her daughter heal. It was hard, she couldn't deny to herself that the squelching noises elicited from her daughter's vulva by her manipulations were making her uncomfortable, nor was she helped by the gasps, groans and heavy breathing indicating her daughter's increasing arousal. She couldn't ask Ava to stop, it was part of the process that was going to get her to that healing infusion of endorphins. Evelyn had a brainwave, a way to reduce the disturbing noises, maybe even speed things up now Ava had accepted what her mother was doing for her.

"Ava. Mommy has something for you." She said gently. "Open your mouth." She pulled up the left hand side of her top, revealing the fact she hadn't been wearing a bra by exposing her left breast. She often didn't feel she needed support, even at this point there was little sag or stretching. She cupped the exposed breast with her free hand, which it fit into nicely. "Take this in your mouth." She guided her nipple into the waiting mouth. She then took Ava's head in the crook of her left arm and gently pressed Ava's head into her chest. Lips closed gently around the nipple. "Suck on it for Mommy." She felt a steady rhythm of sucking start. There were still sexual noises coming from her daughter, but they were muffled by the breast.

Ava was basically lost completely to the sensation in her genitals, and she didn't really understand what the bud of flesh offered to her was, only that it smelled and tasted familiar, safe. Sucking on it gave an alternative way to express the intense feelings spreading through her body from her clitoris, and under the suckling it grew larger and firmer, much like the bud buried amongst the folds between her legs.

The organ between her thighs was now just infused with a congested feeling of pleasure. Each circle of the fingers sent shocks of pleasure down her legs, out towards her anus, up towards her belly, and deeper into her pelvis. She felt like she was opening wide inside herself somehow, like she was preparing to take something in through her spread legs, or let it out. The sensation built and built. She was hit by another intense wave that made her tense herself up, but this one didn't relent. She held the tension, as she felt it ready to explode out of her, like she would expel all the tension through her vagina. She held, and held. She started to shudder slightly from holding her muscles taught for so long. There was something rising within her... up, up... and then she felt something release inside her. Her pelvic muscles contracted and released over and over, each pulse sending bliss throughout her lower body. The pleasure spreading from her clitoris was like a bright light in her mind.

Evelyn watched her daughter tense up, and holding it for so long for an instant she worried Ada might damage her recovering body, but then her whole body shook. She could feel and see the pelvic muscle under her fingers contract and relax repeatedly in time to the shakes, the vaginal opening almost winking with each pulse. She could also feel the fierce sucking on her nipple as Ava rode through the orgasm, and then felt the lips disconnect after. She let go of Ava's head and withdrew her right hand from between her daughter's legs.

As the sensations abated and she became more aware, Ava felt a blissful exhaustion spread through her. She was totally relaxed, and the discomfort she had felt before was gone. She was ready for sleep now, and she knew she would have a good night. She now realised what had been in her mouth, but frankly, at this point she was past caring. Her mother had been right. It had vented her sexual frustration, but also she would finally be able to properly rest, and if good vibes alone could help her healing, how she felt just now must qualify. "Mom."

"Yes, Ava?"

"Thank you. I feel so much better. I really needed that." The last phrase was said sleepily, as her head nodded.

"I'm glad. Just you go to sleep. I will clean things up." Ava was asleep before she even started. After, as Evelyn prepared for bed, her top brushing gently against her nipple as she took it off served as a reminder of the... delicate sensations that had built there while in her daughter's mouth.

***

4 weeks later

Today had been the appointment to have the final leg casts removed. The doctors had been very pleased with the speed and extent of Ava's recovery, and Ava could use her legs now, but they were weak after 4 weeks of not really being able to use them. Evelyn had needed to help Ava to her bedroom after dinner, holding her up under her shoulder, but it was an improvement from being carried or wheeled around, or just being stuck in bed. Intense physio would need to follow over the next few months to build her strength back up, and that was only for her legs. Her arm and hands were not fully healed, and her forearm and hands were still in casts. She certainly wasn't ready to look after herself, and wouldn't be able to live independently for a few weeks more yet.

How much the rate of Ava's recovery was due to Evelyn sticking to the daily routine advised by Dr. Austin was impossible to tell, but both of them knew it certainly hadn't hurt. Ava had adapted to her mother providing her a daily sexual release. Any sense of embarrassment was long gone by this point. In fact, when Mom had sat her down on the bed, she lifted her legs up onto the bed, took hold of the waistband of her panties awkwardly in her severely restricted fingers, and haltingly worked them round her buttocks, down her legs, and then dropped them on the floor. Her legs had been bent, with her feet flat on the bed, and she now spread her legs apart, parting her thighs, putting her crotch on display, though she didn't think of it that way, more having it open and ready for easy access. It was just part of their daily routine. She hadn't been able to wax or shave, so she now had a full tangle of hair for her labia to peek out of.

Evelyn undid the buttons on her shirt, and then pulled one side of it aside to reveal her breast. She moved up to beside the top of the bed, and presented her nipple to her daughter. She again cradled Ava's head in her left arm, but with Ava's greater flexibility it wasn't as necessary. Ava brought herself to the offered breast and leant into her mother's chest, sucking constantly on what was offered, as if she might draw out the liquid sustenance that the breasts hadn't produced for 20 years. Evelyn had continued this activity to convince herself this was still about a mother looking after her child and providing for sake of her daughter's recovery, nothing more. What could be more motherly than feeding your child from your teat? However, the tingling that remained in her breast after each session, and the damp patch she would find in her underwear as she prepared herself for bed might have made others question that.

Her right hand disappeared down between her daughter's legs as was now usual. She started the normal rhythm, but it would vary as she had got better at judging the waves of Ava's building arousal and timing different levels of intensity to match. Any suggestion she might sometimes do so to slow things down and extend the session would be one she would not agree with or believe.

A few minutes in Ava was already starting to feel the effects of the steady manipulations, the feeling of wetness building within herself alongside the growing tingling in her clitoris. However, now her legs were free she was more flexible and she was aware of something missing. The restrictions on her legs before had forced her to strain in certain ways, which produced certain feelings as muscles pulled against each other. She was sure she would come regardless, but it might be a little... underwhelming, which seemed a shame given she was otherwise getting better. She felt a wave of tension play through her... and then was reminded of something. As she strained the ring of muscle around her anus it awoke the desire she had often felt before her accident.

She released the nipple in her mouth, tipped her head back and looked her mother in the eyes. "Mom?"

"Yes, baby?" Evelyn replied, her right arm continuing with it's job.

"Um... when I... give myself orgasms, I often like... hmmm..." She let out a sigh and closed her eyes briefly as another wave of pleasure passed through her. "... I often so something a little... extra?"

"Oh?"

"Yes... I often like to... um... stick a couple of fingers up my..."

Evelyn interrupted. "Oh, you want me to put my fingers in?" She slipped her fingers further down. The lower labia were already lined with growing lubrication, and she was easily able to slip a couple of fingers between and into Ava's vaginal passage. She then started applying pressure to the clitoris from below.

Ava was caught slightly by surprise by this and went silent for a few seconds. She felt fuller than she had before, and she couldn't deny the change in angle of her stimulation wasn't pleasant, but it wasn't what she had been hoping to broach. "That's... that's nice, but.... It's not what I was going to ask. I actually like the fingers more in... my other hole."

Evelyn looked puzzled, and then a little shocked as she realised. "Ooh... You mean you like fingers in your... bottom?"

Ava looked a little embarrassed, but nodded, and said a little shyly "Yes... It makes me feel really good, but if you aren't comfortable I am ok."

Like Mother like daughter Evelyn thought. When her husband had been alive, she had enjoyed having her rear penetrated, whether with his fingers or penis. The taboo feeling of fullness somewhere there shouldn't be any, combined with the trust of allowing someone you love to enter you somewhere so vulnerable. And the freedom of being able to feel your partner's member twitching as it emptied his load deep within you without having to worry about pregnancy. She had never done it to herself, and she didn't feel much desire to, it had been their thing, something they shared, but it was obvious her daughter had discovered and enjoyed the same sensitivity by herself.

"No, of course I will. If that's what you need to get off, I will help. But I don't have the hands to do that and finger your clitoris."

Ava did consider the fact it wouldn't really be necessary, but it was overcome by her desire to have that stretched feeling back there again. "I don't think that will be a problem. I'm close enough that having my asshole fingered will be enough to take me over the edge." Ava nodded to her bedside table. "There's some... lube in bottom drawer."

Evelyn let go of Ava's head and withdrew her fingers, slick up to the knuckle, from her daughter's slit and bent down, and opened the drawer. As promised there was a bottle of lube... quite a large one, the quantity remaining showing it was much used. She fetched it out and put it on the bedside table.

"So... how do I do this for you?"

"I think it would be best if I lie on my side, facing you. If I have my legs bent to my chest, you should be able to reach round and finger my butthole and I will still be able to suck your tit. Lube your fingers up well and start by rubbing it in circles with the pad of your middle finger tip to relax it enough to slip it in gradually. Then when it is properly in me, rub around to stretch my butthole until you can gently slip your index finger in. Then, when they are both in, vary what your doing. You can continue rubbing around to stretch me, pull them in and out, or put pressure and rub in circles at the front side, which should put pressure on my pussy and g-spot from underneath. Just keep going until I come." It didn't really cross Ava's mind at the moment that it might be odd for a daughter to speak so matter-of-factly with their mother about how to finger their anus.

"Ok."

Ava did as she said, turned onto her right side, and brought her knees up to her chest. Evelyn took a couple of pumps on the lube bottle, and covered her fingers of her right hand with a thick layer. She knelt down on the floor, and helped Ava latch back into her tit. She then reached round to her daughter's backside and drew her fingers between the cheeks of the ass, smearing lube all over the hole she was about to invade.

Ava felt the first touch of her mother's fingers on her anal opening, and was instantly desperate with anticipation to be penetrated. She hadn't had a finger in her anus in more than 6 weeks and was now reminded how much she missed it. It was also heightened by the fact that this was going to be the first time her tight hole was going to be penetrated by anyone but herself. She could feel the finger start to circle the sensitive ring of muscle, sending initial shocks of sensation that transferred themselves to her warmed up genitals. Gradually the pressure broadened as it rubbed more broadly, but also more insistent as the finger pressed a little firmer. As much as she could she relaxed her back passage, and she could feel the tip circling and tickling the first exposed bit of her rectal passage, as it opened every so slightly. The sphincter resisted deliciously, as it was gradually made to make space for the intruding digit. She could feel the ring of muscle occasionally gripping tightly on the slowly advancing finger, before being persuaded to relax.

There was a slightly lurch feeling, as the tip first made it past the guardian of her back passage, and it could close slightly more on the rest of the finger, gripping it more tightly again. However, its victory was a false one, as the advance party made transition for the rest much easier. Soon she was penetrated by several inches, and she felt the movement turn from an advance into her depths to a push to stretch the hole, as her mother's finger started rubbing around the inside of her. There was additional pressure at the entry point itself, as a reinforcement tried to make its way in.

Soon Ava had two of her Mom's fingers firmly in her asshole. She could feel them stretching her, making her feel as if she was now just gaping wide. Fighting against the rings of muscle, or feeling the sensation of the fingers being almost withdrawn, before spreading the full length of her anus apart again as they dove back in. Then the pressure and "come hither" rubbing deep inside her, gently stimulating her from within. She was in heaven, fuller than she had ever felt before, added to by the unpredictability of it being another person's fingers back there.

Evelyn was watching the face of her daughter, whose eyes were closed, and who had by this point forgotten about suckling, and was just deeply breathing. She could feel the flesh around her fingers squeezing against her, grasping her fingers, but the exertion only seemed to drive Ava further down the path she had chosen, sweat collecting on her brow.

Ava's crisis built. Less directly than before, more slowly, there were fewer overpowering waves of sensation, but a broader, more steady, gradual climb, as the sensation in her anus spread and joined the sensation in her genitals. Her whole pelvis felt full; stretched like her bottom, or engorged, like her front bottom.

This continued, gradually inching up, for nearly half an hour, not that Ava was really properly aware of the passage of time. Then it came. There was a full tensing up of her whole body, including around her mother's probing fingers, and then a release. Spasms, that didn't seem to be quite clear where they originated, but spread through her body. Evelyn could feel each contraction through her fingers, and watch them as Ava shuddered with each. Less violently than other occasions, but instead with quiet gasps. There was a slight gush from Ava's inner passage which left a sticky puddle on her thigh.

After a few moments, as the contractions eased off, and Ava recovered. She opened her eyes and looked sleepily into her mother's. "Thank you. I didn't realised how much I had missed that."

Evelyn slipped her fingers out of her daughter's ass. "No need to thank me. It's enough to know it is helping you get better." Ava started to drift off. As she did that Evelyn got some wipes and cleaned the lube off herself and from between her daughter's ass cheeks, before heading off to take herself to bed. As she changed into her pyjamas she was confronted again with a moist patch on her underwear. As she took them off, she had to peel them off her sticky, almost matted, pubic hair.

***

Two weeks later

"Yes, this is fantastic. It's not fully over yet, you still need to keep up with the physio to build up your strength, but we have detected no sign of any lasting nerve damage or poorly healed bones. But yes, I think you're the best recovery I have ever seen from such a serious injury." Dr Austin was ecstatic about the x-rays and report from the physios. "At this point I think you are well enough to look after yourself again. I am sure you'll happy to be out from under your mother's feet!"

"Oh, she's been a great help, it's genuinely been no trouble at all, and it is lovely to have been able to spend so much time with her again. But yes, I am glad she doesn't have to spend all her time looking after me, and being so helpless and pathetic has made me feel a bit like a baby again at times."

"Oh, of course! Well, I think that's all we need now. Remember, keep up with the exercises and the appointments, and I will see you for a checkup in a month?"

"See you then."

Back at home, Ava passed on the official news. "So I am able to look after myself now. They took the casts. The bones are all nicely healed, and I just need to keep up the exercises, and I should be right as rain in a couple of months."

"Oh, that's fantastic!" Evelyn was ecstatic to hear the good news.

"It also means you can finally go home again. You don't need to do everything for me anymore. You can get back to your own life!" Ava followed up.

"Oh!" The response was less certain this time. It only just dawned on Evelyn that it was now over. She had loved spending time with her daughter, and being able to watch her go to sleep cradled in her arms again was wonderful. She felt like she had a purpose again... but then isn't it a parent's lot to be outgrown by their children and to be left behind? She collected herself again. "Oh, of course! I haven't seen Martha in ages, and I can only imagine how much cleaning the house will need after all this time! I will head off home tomorrow." She paused. "Of course, if anything comes up, don't hesitate to give me a call and I will be back as soon as I can."

"Of course Mom." Something felt off to Ava. Mom's response had made her fell as if something was missing, but she couldn't place what, some vague sense of emptiness. However, she was happy for Mom. She would be able to get back to her life, and wouldn't have to wait on her every need. She kept a brave face on so as not to make Mom worry something was wrong. "Shall we have Chinese to celebrate?"

***

They had had a lovely dinner, but it had been a bit subdued. They had spoken quietly, and then watched TV for a bit, before both quietly heading off to bed. Ava was now laying quietly staring up at the ceiling. She had been trying to sleep for half an hour, but she just couldn't. There wasn't any pain or anything, she just felt... distracted... frustrated.

Maybe I am too warm? It had been getting warmer, and she had on a duvet cover and a full set of pyjamas. Maybe I should just ditch the pyjamas? She unbuttoned the top, threw it out of the bed, and then quickly slipped off the bottoms, rendering herself totally nude under the covers. As the duvet settled again, it briefly touched her crotch. She had had a chance to wax again, so there was direct contact on her genitals, drawing her attention to them. She put the thought aside and tried closing her eyes again. After a few minutes she changed position again, lying on her side. Then a little later again, lying on her front. Then with her arms stuck out from under the covers. Then with them thrown around her waist, her breasts open to the air. Finally she just divested herself of the covers entirely. All to no avail, she was no sleepier.

Maybe my body is expecting an orgasm? I have been cumming just before bed every knight for over a month. Ok, I'll try it. She reached between her legs to fiddle with herself. Eventually it did elicit a slight stickiness, but she just wasn't feeling it. She felt oddly lonely.

Maybe I want to be with someone when I go to sleep? Maybe I could go and sleep in Mom's room? I'd best get dressed first. She got up, and then bent down to pick up her pyjamas. She was about to pick up them up when hesitated. It's so warm. Mom'll understand.

She padded out of her room, and upstairs. She found Mom's bedroom. The door was open, and the corridor was slightly lit by the light from the bathroom at the end of the corridor. She stood in the doorway and peered into the room. Mom seemed to be asleep, the covers were raising up and down slowly but steadily. She called quietly. "Mom? Are you awake?" No response. "Mom." This time it was more forceful. There was a slight stirring, but that was it. She could feel an emotion rising in her chest. A desperate feeling. Panic maybe. She needed help, and no one was awake to provide it. She was alone, and she didn't like it. "Mommy?" The tone was pleading.

Evelyn shook herself awake. Someone was calling for her, and she turned towards the noise. Framed in the doorway was a figure. A silhouetted woman, a dark shape against the slight light shining down the corridor behind them. As her eyes came into focus she could make out the hint of the shapes of bosom, and some small flaps of flesh backlit between the legs, suggesting that the figure was wearing no clothes. The voice had been pleading, she didn't think they were a threat. "What? What's wrong?"

She received a reply. "Mommy, I can't sleep." It was Ava, completely nude and looking for her help. Oddly, even though Ava had been in extremely exposed and vulnerable positions with her daily, she had never seen Ava completely naked like this before. She couldn't avoid taking in her daughter's full figure. The flesh was soft; curvy but athletic. The breasts were prominent, larger, at least proportionally given the height difference, than her own. Her pulse quickened. "Can I sleep in here?"

"Oh... oh!" The second exclamation hinted at realization and excitement. "Of course. Come here. Come lie here next to Mommy, and we can cuddle." Ava padded over to the bed, and clambered on. She scrambled over and then lay on her back next to her mother. She was engulfed in her mother's arms, but she was craving something else. Her fingers grasped at the buttons of her mother's pyjama top, trying to pop them open. When her mother noticed what she was doing she was asked "What are you doing dear?" It was said with curiosity rather than any admonishment.

"Ava want Mommy's booby." Evelyn was surprised to hear such babyish talk from her adult daughter, but not only was she willing to oblige, she was giddy thinking about fulfilling her daughter's request. She helped Ava unbutton her top, and popped out her boob. Supporting it in her hand she offered the nipple to her eager daughter, who accepted it before nuzzling closer into her chest. She was almost rolled back over onto her back by the force of an athletic adult woman desperate to be nursed. She felt an insistent need transmitted through the suckling, and she finally gave in to the signal sent from her nipples to her pussy, which contracted in response. She gasped slightly and closed her eyes. After having a chance to adapt to the sensation, she looked down lovingly, but also hungrily, at Ava. For the first time, her gaze was returned. Keeping her eyes locked with Ava's, she gently stroked her free hand down the outside of her daughter's leg, before returning up the inner leg to end up at that familiar site of pleasure. This time however, it was mirrored by a hand of her daughter's slipping under the waistband of her pyjamas. In response and anticipation Evelyn parted her knees, opening up her thighs. The hand slid between, where it was welcomed ravenously by her demanding, gaping, sodden hole.

The End