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Silent Partner Part 1 – MF/cheat, noncon, slow burn/long, impreg from eroticliterature
It was all a blur, well at least at first it was. The last clear memory I have is getting on my bike after the show. We had just finished a set and got our gear packedd away in the van. I was exhausted. 28 was getting to be the upper end of what was acceptable to be a lead singer in a fledgling cover band. We had our ups and downs, bigger and smaller shows, but overall we were in the middle of the scene, and not in a good way. We were still playing Tuesday night shows to drunk college kids who were too plastered, or too focused on date raping their sorority girl date to give a shit about our music. All of these thoughts raced through my head as I sped off on my Ducati, hitting gear after gear I push the limit, knowing I would hit some sort of traffic soon I let of the gas, hearing the engine over rev and shutter, trying to adapt to the sudden lack of throttle.
I see a cop sitting between the lanes of the dark highway, looking down at my speedo I see I see I am going 30 over still. I know I’m busted, the perfect cap to a pretty bleak night. I look over my shoulder at the red and blue lights behind me and…. well that’s the last of it.
All I remember from there is blurs of colors and sounds. A stern, but calm voice calling for medical help, a women sobbing about how she only had 1 bottle of wine before driving home,like that was an excuse, paramedics speaking in some sort of medical code, none of it sounding promising. I fought tooth and nail to hold on. It was like driving late at night and fighting sleep, pushing your eyes open, forcing your mind to race, exploiting every cheap trick to keep your body engaged possible. Finally as I saw a bank of bright medical lights above me I conceded. I could fight sleep, but drugs were another story. I never woke up.
Well I never really woke up, in the medical sense. It was only a few days before my brain came around. Those were the worst days of my life. My brain was back online before any of my senses were. No external stimulus, just my memories and thoughts. I worried I would go mad, or worse, already had. Thankfully it was only 3 days until my hearing came back. The first voice I heard was my mom. She was quietly praying next to my bed, bargaining with a God I had never seen her believe in. After a couple weeks of listening to everything around me, but failing to register any other senses the rest came rushing back. The human body really is an amazing machine. The only sense that was not fully back was my vision, and I was convinced, though depressed, that my eyes were working fine, but my eye lids betrayed them.
I got used to life like this. I looked forward to guests, friends, family, a surprising amount of soon to be, or freshly minted widows, parents, and cancer patients. It’s amazing what some people will confess to what they presume is a vegetable. I loved it. There was rarely a dull moment, and after a while I actually got a form of my sight back, my eye balls adapting to the darkness of my closed eyelids, making out shapes of people, as long as there was a lot of light in the room.
I don’t know if my vision got better over the following weeks, or my imagination got stronger, but i was seeing colors, more defined shapes, and even some detail. The best comparison I could make would be watching older non high def movies on a new hd tv. You know what you are looking at, but can’t see any details. I made my peace with my new world, part of me was relieved, no more band stress, no more disappointed family members, asking me when I am going to take over the family firm. It really was a sweet setup.
That was until Mom decides she did not like the idea of me in a hospital. I personally could link it back to one night. One of my favorite nurses was checking on me right before her shift was over. She was a cute little thing, or so I imagined, innocent sounding bubbly voice, soft skin, and knew how to give just the right amount of attention with a sponge. I loved the 12 hour shifts we had together. She came into my room with a small bag, she set the bag on my chest and pulled the curtain, a loud sound I was used to. She then opened her bag and pulled out a change of clothes, sliding out if her pink scrubs she walked around me, pulling her black sports bra off and wiggling out of her comfy black cotton panties. She tossed them over my face as she pulled her lace thong out of her bag, her scent was intoxicating on my face, 12 hours of filthy texts from her bf had ruined these, her cum soaked through the fabric hours ago. I am in heaven as she pulls her small skirt up over her round ass and puts on her white tank top, forgoing a bra for her plans.
The show comes to a close as she packs her scrubs and undies in her bag, leaning over to kiss my forehead and payfully rub my cock, ignoring the rock hard state it’s in. My mother had apparently become paranoid in her older state, leaving one of those teddy bear disguised hidden cameras in my room. She was livid, scolding everyone about her feelings on the entire hospital. She insisted on at home care at that point. Nothing could go wrong at home. She could be there, always.
My mood darkened as the days went by at home, I had the occasional in home nurse, but usually it was mom. She was responsible for everything. From bathroom stuff, to shaving, dressing, and bathing. I resented her touch. I never got used to it. My cock burned under her cold, awkward sponge baths and I almost never wanted to wake up, just so I could avoid us both knowing what she did everyday, what she saw of me in that state. It was not for some time later until I heard a welcome surprise, a females voice, chatting with mother, not a video game, or tv show, just good old face to face. She walks into the room after mother leaves, I can hear the car pull away, and feel my new friends inquisitive touch, exploring my body more than most nurses, and she for sure seem to be a bit flush about our odd situation.
My heart is pounding as she undreses me, her nimble fingers popping the off the childish pjs that mom dresses me in, quickly revealing all i have to offer. Her eyes keep looking back at mine, mine being closed, and not responding to her gaze. I feel her work up my leg, washing away the scent of hospital bed lifestyle I had grown to tolerate. My attention is fully peaked when she picks my cock up, it feels thick and heavy in her delicate hands, washing up and down, pulling the blood from my body to my cock. It feels amazing to have someone other the my mother touch me there. It’s not long till i am at the point of no return, standing at attention for my nurse. She seemed panicked, not knowing how to make my cock conced it’s new, stiff position. I do my part to keep all the blood flow running through to my swelling member. She sighs, knowing what i need, her caringhanf sliding up and down my veiny cock. She does not disappoint, pumping up and down, getting a little more confident each cycle. I feel a unfamiliar and almost forgotten sensation. Cum. I exploded, on me, on her, on the bed, my seed is spread over the immediate area as you slowly give me one more victory stroke, before she rushes off to clean up, returning to finsih cleaning me up.
I think about the gift she gave me all night, hoping I will “see her again”, and soon. My cock twitches anytime i think about her supple body, wanting to feel every inch of her, giving me a new reason to find that key to unlock the last bit of chain, still holding me prisoner in my own mind.
I smile as I hear her make awkward small talk with my mom, trying to make sure we were on for tomorrow. “Tomorrow, is one of those days I don’t really want to come out of this” I think to my head. I drift off to sleep around 9pm, way early for me, but wanting to get to her return trip as soon as possible, still not knowing how much of my awareness she knew about, which is just fine with me.
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