First time after injury

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My name is Xia Qingyu, and I'm an only child. Sometimes I envy families with siblings, and it's not that my mom doesn't want to have more children, but my younger brother or sister just won't appear (I later found out why). It's not all bad; being an only child has its advantages. My parents treat me like a treasure, providing me with plenty of food, drink, and toys. Our family's financial situation is above average. My dad often travels for work, often not coming home for three or four days at a time. Sometimes, for more distant locations, he might not come home for three or four weeks. My mom works for a fairly large company and has a regular working life. Therefore, even though my dad is rarely home, my mom takes excellent care of me. Because I spend so much time with my mom, we have a very good relationship. In contrast, while my relationship with my dad isn't like that of strangers, when he comes home, he just greets me and says something like, "You've worked hard." My dad knows he's been neglecting his family, so he ensures we live a very comfortable life. My mom is a very independent woman. Although my dad is rarely home, I've hardly ever heard her complain. At most, she'll mention when he comes back from abroad why he didn't buy me a fancy handbag, haha! Given this lifestyle, it's natural that my mom has been solely responsible for my upbringing and education from childhood. Whether it was kindergarten, elementary, or middle school, she never missed a single school event that required parental attendance. Although I don't have any siblings, I have something to be proud of: I have a beautiful mom. She gave birth to me at twenty-two, which isn't particularly young, but compared to the modern society where people tend to marry and have children later in life, it's still quite different. Having a young and beautiful mom was a source of pride when I was little; I always compared things! Looking at my mom and comparing her to other moms… you can tell how lucky I am. My mom isn't the dazzling beauty of a big star, but rather possesses an elegant, refined air. She seemed quiet and had a good temperament. When she smiled, her small, cat-like mouth would slightly upturn. Her eyes, though not particularly large, were bright and captivating. Her slightly wavy black hair was meticulously maintained, like that of a shampoo commercial model. Even after giving birth to me, she maintained a great figure. People were often surprised to see her with me, a little devil, by her side, as she was already married and had a child. However, being an only child and primarily raised by my mother, there was a problem: there were some things I couldn't learn from her, such as knowledge about my own body. Around third grade, the school held a pole-climbing competition. It was actually a very silly sport; you had to climb iron railings that were about two stories high, like a monkey. There were about ten such railings next to the school's sports field, specifically for pole climbing. I wasn't particularly athletic, but I was pretty good at pole climbing (probably because I was thin). Many chubby classmates couldn't even get more than ten centimeters off the ground after climbing up, so I was often called up by the teacher to demonstrate. As I demonstrated more, I climbed faster and faster, and that's how I discovered things I wouldn't normally notice. When I tightly wrapped my legs around the metal pole and climbed upwards, my penis would rub against the pole forcefully and rapidly through my sweatpants. I, being young, accidentally discovered that the faster I climbed and the harder the friction, the itchier my penis became. At that time, I didn't understand pleasure at all, nor did I get an erection; I just felt a particularly sore and itchy sensation in my penis while climbing, and a feeling of needing to urinate. When I first discovered this, I quickly jumped down and ran to the school toilet, but I stood there for a long time without being able to urinate. When I went back to climb the pole, I found that sore and numb sensation in my penis returned, and as I climbed more and faster, that itchy yet somewhat pleasurable feeling became stronger and stronger. I didn't ask my teacher or mother why this was happening; I just considered it a little secret that made my penis feel good. Not long after, the showerhead in our bathroom broke down for some reason, and for a while, hot water would basically spray directly from the pipe when I showered. That's when I discovered that spraying my penis with a water jet produced the same tingling and itchy sensation as when I was climbing the pole. This was a very novel discovery for me, because I no longer needed to go to the school's pole-climbing area to make my penis feel comfortable; I could do it right in my own bathroom with a water jet. At the time, I didn't even know I could use my hands; I was just a little kid in third grade.Even after the showerhead at home was fixed, I would still remove it and just use the hose. Around fifth grade, I discovered my penis was erect, transforming from a small lump into a large, veiny rod. Rinsing the enlarged head with water felt even better (at that time, the foreskin was still covering it). And after rinsing with the water on full blast for a few minutes, the head would become increasingly sore and numb, reaching a state I can't describe—so pleasurable it was almost unbearable, sending shivers down my spine. A few seconds later, I would suddenly not want to rinse anymore. At that time, I didn't ejaculate; it was purely an erection, reaching a slightly weaker orgasm than my later, fully developed state, but it was still very enjoyable. Fifth graders are still quite mischievous; roughhousing and fighting were commonplace. Once, during cleaning time, the floor was still wet from the mopping, and I was running and jumping around with my classmates, laughing and playing. I accidentally slipped on a wet patch and fell down the stairs. The students next to me were terrified and started crying. The teacher rushed over and took me to the infirmary. I was in so much pain that I didn't know what to do, so I just stood there dumbfounded as the teacher carried me to the infirmary, and then we were taken to the hospital. After a thorough examination, they found that my right arm was fractured and I would have to wear a cast for several months; my left fingers were also bruised, and I couldn't use them for the time being. This was really bad, because I'm right-handed, and I really can't do anything without my right hand. That day, my mother rushed to the hospital from her workplace, crying her eyes out. I could only stupidly say, "Mom, I'm sorry, Xiaoyu was naughty." My mother hugged me, crying and comforting me, saying, "It's okay, Xiaoyu, it doesn't hurt, Mom doesn't blame you." When I got home that day, I realized how miserable I was. I couldn't even eat or open the door by myself, so my mother had to follow me closely, helping me with all sorts of chores. The first embarrassing thing my mother did for me was to help me go to the toilet. Needless to say, my right hand was in a cast, and my left fingers were also injured. I didn't even have the strength to pull down my pants. It was the first time I had felt so powerless, and I cried in desperation. My mom had initially tried letting me go to the bathroom alone, but when she heard me crying inside, she realized it wouldn't work and rushed in to help. She had taken leave from work, still wearing her business suit and miniskirt, and squatted down next to me, who was still quite short at the time, to help me unzip my pants. My left hand naturally rested on her thigh, which was clad in tight stockings under her skirt. That's when I realized how wonderful stockings felt to the touch. Thin yet shiny, smooth and soft, they felt incredibly comfortable on my hand. Even though it was just my left hand resting there, a slippery sensation traveled from my palm to my brain, bringing a slight pleasure. After my mom unzipped my pants, my little penis, which she hadn't seen in a long time, was finally exposed. It was limp and unable to urinate, so my mom had to gently cup it in her soft, white hand and wait for me to urinate. My little penis, gripped by my mother's hand, was momentarily tense and itchy. My left hand, which should have been weak, suddenly gripped her thigh, which was covered in shiny, skin-colored stockings. The smooth, delicate touch from her left hand, combined with the soft, boneless caress of my penis by her small, supple hand, caused my penis, which normally only became erect when exposed to water during a bath, to suddenly swell uncontrollably and rapidly. In less than a few dozen seconds, it had become a large penis covered in veins. My mother's beautiful phoenix eyes widened in surprise as she watched my little penis grow larger and larger, pointing forward at a ninety-degree angle, and rising higher and higher. Perhaps it couldn't be called a little penis anymore; it was already a fully erect penis. Any man knows that it's impossible to urinate when erect. Especially when you have the urge to urinate and still have an erection, it's a very painful thing. My mother didn't know what to do, so she could only hold my hard penis, squatting beside me, stunned. Even though he was my own son, seeing me with an erection must have been quite embarrassing. Back then, I was only in fifth grade, so I wasn't embarrassed, but the excruciating pain of not being able to urinate was unbearable. I tried to force it out, but couldn't, my face contorted in agony. "Mom, I can't pee..." I managed to squeeze out the words. My mother remained wide-eyed, unsure what to do. Being quite experienced with my own penis (in my arrogance), I naively added my own secret: "I spray my penis hard with the hose when I shower, and it shrinks after a while." My mother was clearly even more shocked, obviously surprised that her precious son already knew how to masturbate. After what seemed like an eternity, I was still painfully holding my penis in my mother's hand. "Still can't pee..." I groaned in pain. Mom glanced at me, then looked down at my erect penis, sighed, withdrew her left hand, and instead used her right hand to reach behind me, gently grasping my penis, and then began to slowly move it back and forth. Receiving this kind of sexual stimulation from someone other than myself for the first time, powerful currents began to surge through my penis, making it grow increasingly large and causing my breathing to become rapid. Aside from my penis, I was still just a little kid, unable to withstand this stimulation. In just a few strokes, I felt myself reaching the level that usually takes a long time to achieve when flushing, and it was more intense than ever before, like I was about to urinate, so intense it was unbearable. "I peed…!" Reaching my climax, my legs gave way and I collapsed onto Mom, knocking her against the wall as well. My injured left hand gripped Mom's soft, stockinged thigh tightly in fear. Then, still held by my mother, my penis, without any instruction, thrust forward, for the first time ever, pushing half of the previously covered glans out from under the foreskin. The wide-open urethral opening pressed against my mother's thigh, clad in shiny, skin-colored pantyhose, and began to violently ejaculate my first load of semen in eleven years. Having always masturbated with water, I had never seen my penis ejaculate before. Now, streams of thick, yellowish-white semen, though not much, splattered all over my mother's stockings. My mind, blank from the intense pleasure, instinctively wanted to grab something, so I gripped my mother's stockinged leg tightly, thrusting my hips back and forth frantically, causing my mother's delicate right hand to move rhythmically around my ejaculating penis. Clearly, my mother and I were both stunned, leaning against the wall, completely unresponsive for several seconds. After I had finished ejaculating and my breathing had calmed down, I said fearfully, "Mom, I'm sorry, Xiaoyu peed on Mom's leg." My mother, who hadn't reacted at all, finally smiled slowly. "Silly Xiaoyu, that wasn't pee." "Not pee?" I asked, puzzled. "Then what was it?" "Xiaoyu will know later." My mother chuckled, then pulled her hand back, grabbed a towel from the wall hanger, and carefully wiped my penis, which had begun to shrink after ejaculation. The glans, which had been half-protruding, had retracted back into the foreskin. As my mother wiped my penis with the towel, I unconsciously stared at her beautiful legs in stockings, stained with my semen, and a strange feeling seemed to be sprouting within me. After wiping my penis, my mother began to clean her own stockinged legs, stained with my virgin semen. Looking back now, I think my relationship with my mother and my increasingly severe stocking fetish probably started around that time. The next day after school, my mother came to pick me up from get off work. When I got home, Mom started preparing to give me a bath. I fell and hurt myself at school yesterday, and then I even sprayed Mom's leg in the bathroom, which made me so tired that I fell asleep as soon as I got to my room, so I was still all dirty. Mom knew I probably couldn't bathe myself, so she rolled up her sleeves and took me into the bathroom to help me take off my clothes. Mom probably thought she would have to change her clothes later anyway, so she simply wore her work suit while bathing me. Back then, I was too young to protest, but if it were now, I would definitely force Mom to take off all my clothes to wash me together, right? No, maybe not completely naked, just wearing stockings, and then... but that's a long time from now. "Oops, I forgot to take off my stockings." Mom was probably so used to stockings being part of her clothes, or maybe she simply forgot to take them off before starting to bathe me. It wasn't until she had undressed me and applied soap that she realized I was still wearing those black sheer pantyhose, which were already half wet, so she just continued to bathe me in them. Hearing Mom say she forgot to take off her stockings, I felt strangely happy; my stocking fetish had definitely kicked in. Mom rolled up her sleeves, squatted in front of me, and started vigorously lathering me with foam. Then, without thinking, she lifted her tight skirt up to her waist, exposing her entire lower body, covered in black pantyhose, to my view. I could vaguely see a beautiful white thong underneath through the crotch of her stockings (back then, I didn't know that was considered sexy). The half-wet, sheer stockings made her snow-white thighs look exceptionally beautiful. Mom rubbed my body back and forth, so I had to put my left hand on her stockinged legs for balance, and also take the opportunity to indulge my urge to touch the stockings.With something to see and something to touch, I was absolutely thrilled. Having already enjoyed the pleasure of silk stockings and beautiful legs yesterday, my penis was already erect and ready to pay homage to her before she even touched it. It was getting bigger and more swollen, the red shaft pointing directly at her beautiful eyes. Mom slightly raised her delicate eyebrows, pretending nothing was wrong, and continued to rub my body all over. But no matter how she rubbed, she wouldn't budge my swollen penis. Having learned yesterday how pleasurable it was for my penis to be touched by my mother, I cunningly went to the toilet, frowned, and asked my mother for help, "Mom, I need to pee." "If you need to pee, just pee, don't be shy," Mom smiled at me. "I can't pee..." I held my penis up to the toilet, lowered my head, and made a painful face, swaying my erect penis back and forth. Actually, I didn't really need to pee, but having my penis constantly hard was indeed uncomfortable. Mom seemed to think for a moment, then, as if unable to bear it any longer, she reached out and encircled my penis with her small hand. Like a thief who had just succeeded, I immediately turned around to face my squatting mother, letting her delicate, snow-white hand gently stroke my fierce penis that was pointing at her face. "Why are you turning around, you brat?" Mom frowned, but her light movements didn't stop. "Nothing..." I said guiltily. Looking back now, I realize I was getting worse and worse back then; I even knew that semen shouldn't be ejaculated in the toilet, but rather towards a beautiful woman to avoid wasting it. "You brat..." Before Mom could finish speaking, I, with absolutely no patience, savored the tender care my mother's small hand provided to my penis, and in no time, I felt a fatally pleasurable sensation shoot straight to my spine. That feeling of wanting to pee so badly, like yesterday, returned uncontrollably, and seemed even stronger. I thrust my hips forward, half of my glans protruding from the foreskin, and then, with unusual force, I ejaculated my second load of semen onto my beautiful mother, the second time since yesterday. This ejaculation, accompanied by waves of stimulating pleasure, was incredibly powerful. My mother, who probably thought she wouldn't be sprayed, accepted my facial ejaculation without flinching. The first stream of white semen landed directly on her beautiful face, then the second, less forceful, shot onto her pantyhose, which were completely exposed after she rolled up her skirt, specifically onto her crotch. A weak third spurt followed, and only a tiny bit landed on the bathroom floor. "You brat…!"

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