[blueman2021]

My wife and I lived in her mother's house.
She owned a small chicken farm with 2,000 chickens, but lived separately from her husband.
In the house we had our own apartment on the same level.
Of course we helped feed the chickens and sort the eggs.
My mother-in-law drove the eggs to the customers in a van.
She was 45 years old at the time and looked very good and sexy, although she always wore blue overalls.

I was 22 years old and had been married for a year. When I was driving home on my motorcycle in the evening, a car took me the right of way and I fell on the side door and then over the vehicle.
I injured both shoulders and was in the hospital for 3 weeks. When I was released home, both arms were immobile for me and my wife had to support me with everything. Giving food, washing, getting dressed and also going to the toilet with me. But everything was fine and she did it excellently.

I was at home most of the time, except when I needed to see the doctor. Then my wife drove me there in her mother's van. Our car was too small for me to get in.
One weekend it was my wife's grandfather's birthday. Of course everyone was invited to the celebration. He lived about 4 hours away by car. In the morning my wife drove to our small town to go to the hairdresser. Then she wanted to go straight to Grandpa.

So I should go there in the van with my mother-in-law.
My wife had already dressed me, I was wearing jeans and a shirt and a jacket over them.
My mother-in-law loaded the van with presents and called me when she was done. Today she was wearing a red suit, tight-fitting, black tights and pumps.

She helped me get in and then drove off.
After about 3 hours of driving, I felt pressure on my bladder. I wanted to suppress the urge but it got stronger and stronger.
I moved restlessly in the front seat and could hardly keep still. Of course she noticed and asked me what was going on.
So I told her I had to pee badly, but I still want to stop it. She said there was still over an hour to drive and it would be better if she stopped. So after a short distance she turned right and turned into a small dirt road at the edge of the forest.

She stopped the van and got out. So she came to my side and opened the door for me. She helped get out and walked with me to the trees. Then I stood there and knew that she had to help me now. She stood on my right side and unzipped my jeans. Gently she reached into it and opened the button of my shorts. Then I felt when she grabbed my penis and pulled it out. She was still holding him when I started to pee with great pressure. Was that a relief for me when the pressure in the bladder eased.

But now I felt my penis swelling and I couldn't stop it. She had to feel it too, of course.
When I had finished peeing, she shook it off and I got an erection while she had it in her hand.
My god I thought what do I do now. She waited a while and thought it would go away again. But it didn't go away.
Then I felt her fingers on the tip of the penis and felt my foreskin being pulled back. First gently and then back and forth again. After a few seconds I couldn't hold it anymore ... and a powerful ejaculation shot out. She noticed it, of course saw the splash, and let go of my penis. But I still felt the erection that wouldn't let up. In the meantime she went back to the van and got a handkerchief and was about to wipe off the sperm. She held it between her fingers and pulled back the foreskin.
That excited me again, of course, and it didn't take long for him to squirt again. Finally the erection passed.

She then grabbed my still half-hard-on from the side and pushed it back into my pants, buttoned my underpants and pulled the zipper of the jeans back up. She smiled briefly at me and said: "It doesn't matter, are you better now?" she asked.
Embarrassed, I said to her, yes, it's better.
Then we went back to the van and drove on.

Two weeks later I was released from the bandages and went into the stable. I was at the feed silo and heard voices from the sorting room. My mother-in-law was talking to her friend and I heard her tell our story. Of course then I didn't go in to them and went back into the house.

Then the two women came in to make a cup of coffee. They both smiled at me.