United family, happy family. When my uncle Edu had his motorcycle accident, the whole family rallied around to care for him and accompany him through those difficult moments. To him and his girlfriend of the time Bea, who also suffered significant injuries. Both were in the same hospital room, frequently separated by a screen so that one wouldn't see the state of the other, as psychologists said it could harm them emotionally.
Because in reality, Edu was a mess, with arms and legs wrapped up and several broken ribs. A real mummy, except for his stomach and abdomen. Bea was a bit better, but had suffered a strong blow to the head from not wearing a protective helmet and spent most of the time dazed or unconscious.
Edu is my father's younger brother. The family winner: handsome, with studies and a good business running smoothly. Bea, as mentioned earlier, is an occasional girlfriend, one more, with whom he has no serious relationship, but who, due to her provocative appearance (she looks like Barbie: thin, operated breasts, red hair, wasp waist), must be giving him some good ejaculations, which, ultimately, is what my uncle expects from women since he's a compulsive fornicator and a misogynist.
In the afternoons, after lunch, we take turns visiting the hospital. I go daily -since I'm on vacation and prefer to be there watching attractive nurses rather than smelling gasoline in my father's garage- accompanied by my mother or father. My sister goes occasionally, but causes more trouble than help, so it's better if she doesn't appear. I've noticed how well my mother and Edu get along. There are glances and ways that don't go unnoticed. And let alone the smiles and jokes, which would probably not please my father. The way Mom gives him a snack or puts a straw in his mouth to make him drool, fanning him when it's hot, her sweetness... When you're talking to me... things are getting too shocking. I don't want to be thought of badly: maybe it's the maternal protective instinct, since Edu is still his younger brother-in-law... Mom likes to help Edu with everything she can: she shaves him more than once, adjusts his pillow, stretches out his sheets, and scratches him with a needle under the plaster. I was in that gesture of mitigating Uncle Edu's prickles on one of his legs when I noticed something moving under the sheets. The damn guy was getting hard. -I have to pee -he said to my mom a little while later, whispering in her ear-. If you put the urinal down, we won't bother the nurse. Mom stopped scratching him, looked nervously at me, who was busy checking my phone, and weighed this peculiar request from her younger brother-in-law. She acted sensibly: -Alex, put the urinal under your uncle's bed, while I talk to Bea for a bit, since she seems to have woken up. I reluctantly picked up the male urinal, that kind of thick crystal bottle with a long neck where you're supposed to insert the cock. Since it was clean, it didn't give me any disgust and I took it to Edu's bed. Then, with some hesitation, I freed Edu's cock from his pajamas and introduced it into the tube with some difficulty. Good cock, I thought to myself. The member was semi-erect. It's not surprising because Mom -with her melodic voice and generous cleavage- is indeed a hot chick, and that poor boy had been without getting any (and less putting it in a good chocho) for quite some time. While he peed, I looked discreetly out the window. -It's done -he said after a bit-. Take away the urinal. Difficult mission. Edu had gotten excited and his cock had got stuck in the whole neck of the bottle. The glans was as swollen as it should be for dogs when they get buttoned up in the slut's chucha. -What do we do? -I asked, stunned, while listening to the two women chatter on the other side of... biombo. -This only goes down if I cum -he whispered in my ear. -Are you going to run? -You have to make me come -he sentenced with determination-. I have useless, immobile arms from the plaster. -So, you have to make me masturbate. -Exactly. Move the tube from top to bottom like a masturbation. You don't lack experience, for sure. He asked for silence before I started moving it inside with the crystal tube in between. It excited him more than his girlfriend's voice. It is true that sex resides in the imagination. For a moment, I thought the bottle was going to burst from the pressure of that swollen and venous cock. He pronounced my mother's name several times, gasping for air as he came like a beast inside the tube between convulsions, with abundant semen pouring into the urine already deposited. He left relaxed and smiling, as if he had achieved glory after so many days of forced abstinence. The cock became flaccid soon and I could remove it from the bottle without difficulty. I also noticed his empty testicles from a load of weeks. I've done a work of charity -I thought-, otherwise this would have burst at any moment. I ran quickly to the bathroom to empty all that viscous mixture so no one would see it. The two women continued fixing the world, unaware of what had happened just a meter away from them. -Nephew, I'm grateful in my soul. You'll have to help me again. -Don't even think about it. I'm not anyone's servant. -If you don't do it, someone will have to relieve me every now and then. -Ask a nurse. -Ha ha! They're kicking me out of the hospital -he laughed loudly-. Maybe your mother... -I'll break your face, son of that great slut . My mother is a saint, don't even think about bothering her. (Continues)
Because in reality, Edu was a mess, with arms and legs wrapped up and several broken ribs. A real mummy, except for his stomach and abdomen. Bea was a bit better, but had suffered a strong blow to the head from not wearing a protective helmet and spent most of the time dazed or unconscious.
Edu is my father's younger brother. The family winner: handsome, with studies and a good business running smoothly. Bea, as mentioned earlier, is an occasional girlfriend, one more, with whom he has no serious relationship, but who, due to her provocative appearance (she looks like Barbie: thin, operated breasts, red hair, wasp waist), must be giving him some good ejaculations, which, ultimately, is what my uncle expects from women since he's a compulsive fornicator and a misogynist.
In the afternoons, after lunch, we take turns visiting the hospital. I go daily -since I'm on vacation and prefer to be there watching attractive nurses rather than smelling gasoline in my father's garage- accompanied by my mother or father. My sister goes occasionally, but causes more trouble than help, so it's better if she doesn't appear. I've noticed how well my mother and Edu get along. There are glances and ways that don't go unnoticed. And let alone the smiles and jokes, which would probably not please my father. The way Mom gives him a snack or puts a straw in his mouth to make him drool, fanning him when it's hot, her sweetness... When you're talking to me... things are getting too shocking. I don't want to be thought of badly: maybe it's the maternal protective instinct, since Edu is still his younger brother-in-law... Mom likes to help Edu with everything she can: she shaves him more than once, adjusts his pillow, stretches out his sheets, and scratches him with a needle under the plaster. I was in that gesture of mitigating Uncle Edu's prickles on one of his legs when I noticed something moving under the sheets. The damn guy was getting hard. -I have to pee -he said to my mom a little while later, whispering in her ear-. If you put the urinal down, we won't bother the nurse. Mom stopped scratching him, looked nervously at me, who was busy checking my phone, and weighed this peculiar request from her younger brother-in-law. She acted sensibly: -Alex, put the urinal under your uncle's bed, while I talk to Bea for a bit, since she seems to have woken up. I reluctantly picked up the male urinal, that kind of thick crystal bottle with a long neck where you're supposed to insert the cock. Since it was clean, it didn't give me any disgust and I took it to Edu's bed. Then, with some hesitation, I freed Edu's cock from his pajamas and introduced it into the tube with some difficulty. Good cock, I thought to myself. The member was semi-erect. It's not surprising because Mom -with her melodic voice and generous cleavage- is indeed a hot chick, and that poor boy had been without getting any (and less putting it in a good chocho) for quite some time. While he peed, I looked discreetly out the window. -It's done -he said after a bit-. Take away the urinal. Difficult mission. Edu had gotten excited and his cock had got stuck in the whole neck of the bottle. The glans was as swollen as it should be for dogs when they get buttoned up in the slut's chucha. -What do we do? -I asked, stunned, while listening to the two women chatter on the other side of... biombo. -This only goes down if I cum -he whispered in my ear. -Are you going to run? -You have to make me come -he sentenced with determination-. I have useless, immobile arms from the plaster. -So, you have to make me masturbate. -Exactly. Move the tube from top to bottom like a masturbation. You don't lack experience, for sure. He asked for silence before I started moving it inside with the crystal tube in between. It excited him more than his girlfriend's voice. It is true that sex resides in the imagination. For a moment, I thought the bottle was going to burst from the pressure of that swollen and venous cock. He pronounced my mother's name several times, gasping for air as he came like a beast inside the tube between convulsions, with abundant semen pouring into the urine already deposited. He left relaxed and smiling, as if he had achieved glory after so many days of forced abstinence. The cock became flaccid soon and I could remove it from the bottle without difficulty. I also noticed his empty testicles from a load of weeks. I've done a work of charity -I thought-, otherwise this would have burst at any moment. I ran quickly to the bathroom to empty all that viscous mixture so no one would see it. The two women continued fixing the world, unaware of what had happened just a meter away from them. -Nephew, I'm grateful in my soul. You'll have to help me again. -Don't even think about it. I'm not anyone's servant. -If you don't do it, someone will have to relieve me every now and then. -Ask a nurse. -Ha ha! They're kicking me out of the hospital -he laughed loudly-. Maybe your mother... -I'll break your face, son of that great slut . My mother is a saint, don't even think about bothering her. (Continues)
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