The Accident
Though technically, and legally not my fault, I sure wish I would have paused longer, and maybe looked one more time before proceeding through a four way stop intersection. I know better, people blow these intersections all the time, texting, an unsecured child or pet taking their attention away, countless distractions.
I paid the price, my right leg was fractured in two places, one was a serious fracture. It was weeks in rehab before I could even be released to finish my recovery at home. It was going to be weeks before I could get out of bed, and months before I can put weight on it again.
I was happy to get back home, and extremely grateful to mom, who is in reality my wife's mom Angie, for offering to take care of me. She has a full time nursing job, but was able to get a leave of absence, and be paid by the other driver's insurance company. It actually was a bonus for her financially, and a break from being overworked at the hospital.
I was so happy to be home, and looking forward to getting to the point where I could get out of bed, and into a wheelchair. There was so much I couldn't wait to do, and yes, even being able to jerk off was pretty high on the list. I can't even count the erections I had in rehab, the girls working there are mostly nursing students performing the lesser acts of care for training, like helping me with the use of bedpans, and urinals. I have to confess, that though I had full use of my hands, I used the excuse that it still hurt to bend forward that far, to reach and put my own penis in the urinal.
Having a hot 19-20 year old girl guiding your penis in a portable urinal, and wiping it off afterwards, was arousing, even with them wearing protective gloves. I sure wished I could jerk one off after they left.
I would miss those young girls handling my body, but was so looking forward to having someone that I was more comfortable with, that would not get me hard, to take care of me. Mom, my mother-in-law, is such a sweet person, one of the most compassionate people I know. Since I had lost my own mom in my teens, I had been calling Angie mom, even before I married her daughter Grace. Mom was in her fourth decade, but still fit, and would have no trouble getting a younger man if she ever became available. My in-laws seem to have a good relationship, but who knows, I thought mine was good until Grace was the first one of us to get caught fucking around. The statistics on cheating are eye-opening.
Grace and I were separated, but still got along really well, she helped with my care when she could, but that was not often, she travels so much on business. We probably made a poor choice getting married, but we were in love. We just did not realize how much traveling on business, would affect our union. Both of us were unfaithful, but I think in both of our cases it was not for purpose of finding a better relationship. We simply did not weigh how much the sexual urges of people our age could test our vows to be faithful.
I believe I was the first to break or vows, with a fellow employee at my job. I was getting blow jobs, or fucking her every time Grace had an extended business trip, and yes, even sometimes when she was home. It was not me that got caught, But I caught Grace in the act, with a lover. I had the unfortunate experience of busting her when I had tried to surprise her at her hotel when we were both in Chicago. My flight was canceled, so I decided to go back to the hotel where we were staying together, but she was staying longer, for an important business reason she had told me.
I probably should have called first, we might have been able to just continue our fun, since it was both of us that were cheating. To her credit, she did not even try to make up a lie, or even avoid opening the door when I announced myself to an embarrassed wife. Grace had hastily wrapped in a towel, no signs of having just gotten out of the shower. She had greeted me at the door, seeing it was me through the gap created by the security latch, she just opened the door, and let me in.
I knew right away that there was someone in the bath, and she just came out and admitted that I caught her. It was pretty obvious by the look of the bed, her mussed hair, and cum smeared makeup. I was upset, but simply agreed that I would leave, and go to the bar for a while, so he could dress and leave, and for us not to discuss what had happened, right away, but at a later date when we have had time to reflect. Poor guy was probably scared shit less when he heard my voice. I guess at least he got his rocks off, on the face of a very beautiful woman.
One thing the two of us have that is special, is that we do not tend to overreact, we know that things can be said that can't be taken back. Hindsight can be your friend, it was in this case for me, as I sat at the hotel bar. For one, she did nothing I had not done, and there is some logical reasons for us both seeking extramarital sex, it does not always mean a total breakdown in a marriage, or how we feel about each other.
We had since decided that we would take time off of our marriage, and do some thinking about our future. Having let her suffer awhile, I confessed to my infidelity too, on the night we made the decision to separate. It was only the accident that interrupted our process of talking about the future.
Mom was taking such good care of me, she has sat and talked with me knowing that watching TV or talking with friends by face-time is not a good substitute for live contact. We avoided talking about her daughter and I's problems, and just focused on better times, and fun things. We were getting closer, and closer to each other, on a personal level.
I still had the problem I had at rehab, of getting aroused, even with her. Whenever she made contact with my penis, I was getting hard. As time went on, it took less, and less contact. Mom was just mom to me, and I did not expect that, but I guess I never looked at her as just a woman. She certainly did not look her age. I tried a few times in vain to take care of myself, but with the difficulty of getting into a position to do it, and lack of privacy, it just did not work.
Mom I guess from her nursing experience, and raising a son of her own near my age, knew to expect sudden erections, and just go on to another area of my body when I would get hard. I could see it was wearing on her when it continued, but I could not read her mind, I knew she felt bad for me. She would say "sorry", and I would give the standard answer, "it's not your fault, just a natural thing I guess."
After about a week or so of this, mom timidly offered a solution to the problem, calling it for medical purposes. Happy patients recover faster she said, when she offered to in her words to, "massage my penis," one day when it got hard during her sponge work. She just stared at my stiff shaft, awaiting my answer. I assumed that meant the woman I call mom was willing to jerk me off. I would have loved to say yes, but I was just getting used to being naked around her, as she gave me sponge baths, or changed the sheets.
She was a little red with embarrassment, when she mentioned it. I was a little too, although it was hard to turn down, I felt I had no choice but to just thank her, for her kindness, even though my cock was in such need of even my own attention.
She seemed to be letting me lay there not covered for longer periods after a while, like she was enjoying seeing my young body. I started to look forward to it, I liked having someone interested, I had always been a bit of a closeted exhibitionist. I finally had to give in one day, she had me uncovered, and my cock was sticking straight up without any of her touch, and it would not go away, especially since she seemed to enjoy looking at it.
There I was naked to the world having to pee, I had to try, and she put my penis in the plastic urinal again. But I could not release, I was just too hard, and told her maybe I should try again later. I knew what she was thinking, (I can fix that for you) as she hoped I would give in. Then she gave up and put the sheet over me, and it reminded me of when I was young, and I mean when I was really young. I used to use the cardboard tubes from gift wrap, to make my bed into a tent, for a make believe camping trip. This tent pole was made of flesh and blood though.
Mom said, "you poor boy, you look in agony, let mom give you some relief, it's not good for your prostate you know. Remember, in this case your mom is also your nurse, it could be considered an external way to massage, and drain your prostate. I can do it anal, the medical way, it will give you relief, but it is much less fun for both people involved." Then she smiled and let out a little chuckle.
I was desperate at that point, and I just threw off the sheet, and said, OK, lube me up mom, I just can't take it anymore. She looked relieved, when she put on her gloves, got some lotion and applied it to my shaft. I almost shot my load, just from her contact in this state.
There was nothing that sexy about it, she covered it in oil, and she just proceeded to jerk me off. She approached it like any other thing she did for me, just another personal care function. We did not make eye contact, we realized the weight of the situation, and that it was something that would always remain between just her and I.
I have to say though, that going without made the event special. Yes it became sexual, no matter how much it was just an exercise by her in giving me some relief. I was so hard it hurt, and I could see how purple my knob was. Her efforts were so noble, she had a towel ready to catch my spunk. She did not have to work at it very long.
I gave her a warning, but she is a trouper, and chose to stay with it til the end. She could have just thrown the towel over it when I warned her, but she held my nut sack gently with one hand, finishing me off with the other. "Oh God, Thank You, Angie!" as I came as hard as I could ever remember, the pleasure, and the relief it brought was indescribable. I almost called her mom when I came, but did not want her to feel any worse for what we did.
What do you say after an event like that? We just looked at each other, and after she cracked into a smile, and let out a chuckle. I then seen what caused it, mom took a hit, and we both laughed, and yes it hurt me to laugh, but it was worth the pain. Yes, she was a victim of cum shrapnel, and got a partial facial, one of those old-fashioned nurses hats would have saved her hair.
When she gathered herself from the laughter, she simply took off her gloves, took her finger to gather one of my cum ropes from her face, and sucked it off, if nothing else did, that changed it from a simple medical procedure. Then she said, "This didn't happen, especially this part son," as she then took her finger, swirled it over my still sensitive knob, and sucked more of my cum off that finger before using the towel. "Tasty, the more you love someone, the better their semen taste. I would love to clean you off with my tongue, but that would be a sexual act I guess."
That all was a shock, I had to respond, "You are just so sweet. I can not believe you love me enough to help me like that, and will always be indebted to you. Some people might think it was inappropriate, or taboo. It will never be discussed by myself, to anyone other than the two of us, and only if you bring it up. I was sincere with my "Thank You", even though I was engrossed in a state of euphoria as I said it."
Mom left, cleaned herself up, and changed her top. Giving me some time to reflect on what had just happened. I guess it's normal for us not to think of parents having sexual urges. It just took me by surprise the depth of what she did, and said afterwards.
Mom soon came back, and changed the sheets. It is amazing how such a petite woman can change sheets with a man weighing much more than them on it. I was totally naked as she did this, I have been that way since I have been home, just using the sheets for cover. She said there was no need for a gown until I was able to leave the bed.
Mom would leave me uncovered when she changed the bed but even though she has seen every last bit of me, it still always felt good, lying naked in front of her as she worked. It felt like when I was a child, when my dear mom used to take care of me when I was sick, she was the only other person who showed me this kind of love. She proceeded to give me a bath, she no longer used the gloves as she bathed me after that. I had been getting hard with them anyway, the feel of her touch was so much better that way. I could tell she liked the feel too, she paid extra attention to my penis, and seemed to have a thing for my balls, I think she was deliberately getting me hard sometimes, just so she could play with them, and jerk me off.
Things changed between us as time went on, we became closer, we already were close, being relatives by marriage, and her being a mom to me even before that. It just felt like something more was happening to us, something special. I am wise enough to realize that people tend to fall for their caretakers, even hostages sometimes fall for their keepers, but this was different.
I hated having to constantly ask her for more relief, but every time I looked down her top when she would care for me, I got a twinge. Erections would just keep appearing, I could not help it. It got to a point that she would just take care of them without even speaking. She told me it was fine if I looked at her as she jerked me off, that way she could see me getting ready, and avoid shrapnel from surprise ejaculations. She said, I don't mind your semen getting on me, I even like its taste, but constantly changing, my top is not fun."
She told me to tell her if I wanted her to change the way she did things. I really wanted to see her breast in full after looking down her top so long, wondering what they looked like under it. So I tried to make it sound like I was kidding, by saying, "You know mom, if you did this topless, you would not have to worry about having to change every time you take shrapnel."
We both laughed, but to my surprise the next time she got me hard during a sponge bath, she stopped, and took off her top, and her bra. I was shocked, and she was a little embarrassed I could tell. She knew I was serious about wanting to see them. But that did not change the fact she was topless in front of a man 20 years her Jr., her son-in-law, that calls her mom, and she calls, and seems to consider her actual son.
I wanted her to feel more at ease, and I told her how young she looks topless, and was not sure if she thought I was serious. I thought I would try humor again, "I admit to calling a women's breast melons in the past, but melons start to turn after you have them a while, yours look just as fresh as Grace's."
I knew we were getting closer in ways that were surprising for both of us, but when she leaned over, close to me, and told me I could touch them if I liked, I was shocked again.
There was no way I was going to pass on feeling up a pair of world-class breast. It amazed me how firm her breast were. I really wanted my face in between what felt like two firm pillows. I spent some time playing with her nipples, she had much more sensitive nipples than Grace. They got hard immediately, and she let out a little giggle, saying, "I feel like a teenager getting felt up for the first time."
At that very moment it struck me, I was not the only one that was seeking pleasure.
Mom then bent over even further, so I could mouth, and nibble on them lightly, now that's motherly love. It also was sexy for both of us. It made me think, that Mom had been married over 20 years, and maybe the flames of her marriage were not as high as they once were.
She seemed to enjoy my attention to her breast so much, I continued to fondle her as she began to jerk me. There was a big difference in the way she jerked me off, it no longer felt like anything but a sex act, and I could tell by the look in her eyes, that it was different for her as well. She had on her regular nurses uniform bottoms, and I watched her crotch area get wet as she worked on my hard cock. I wished I could help her then, to get some relief too, but I was a week or two away from changing to a walking cast, and being able to sit in a chair, or put limited weight on it.
One day, when our arousal overcame us, I was not going to pass on a chance to get her to join me in being naked. Not even in my usual roundabout way I told her, "It's my turn to return some pleasure, you are dripping down there. Pull off those pants and panties, I have this all figured out."
She looked at me with a look I had never seen from her, definitely not a look a mom gives her son. Moving back from the bed before she acquiesced, by slowly removing her pants, then her panties. She just kind of froze there, not like a deer in the headlights, she was waiting for my approval. I was in awe, she was in such good shape, much better than I imagined.
I had to acknowledge her totally nude body was just a wonderful sight to me, "Please mom, just stand there a moment I have not seen a women's genitalia for so long, and then turn around, so I can see that wonderful ass of yours."
Her ass was just as much of a treat as her breast were, and I told her to back up to the bed, and she did. I felt each cheek of her ass, and then I extended my hand between her legs, and put two fingers in her wet hole. I soon added a third, but wanted so badly to be able to reach her clit, I tried with my thumb, but that did not work well. If she turned around, it would not have even helped with my limited reach. She knew she needed that extra help to get off, and found a way, and leaned forward enough to free up a hand to do it herself. I wished I could have seen her face as she did, but she managed to cum, all this proving that she had been in dire need of someone's attention, just someone else's touch as bad as I did.
I was so happy to have been able to at least assist her in getting off.
After that day, whenever she felt she needed service too, mom would take off her pants, to join me totally naked. There was still that limit to what we could do, I told her I wish I could see her from the front when she got off. I think she wanted me to as well, so she offered to sit in the chair and masturbate for me, so I could see her use her favorite toy. It was just so satisfying for both of us, just watching her getting her own nipples hard, gave me an erection. By the time she got herself off, I was more than ready for her to come over, and do me too.
One morning, she was standing there naked, over her naked patient, about to jerk him, when the phone rang. It was Grace, so she took the call, when she returned to the room I had lost my erection. I begged her not to cover me up, I told her I lost my erection, but I still needed her help. She moved to the side of the bed where my good leg rested.
Mom is a petite woman, and found a way get to get herself into a position on the bed, so she could reach my penis with her mouth. I was a little in shock, but as soon as she had my still soft rod in her mouth, I was with the program. It was not the first soft cock she had worked on. She used her tongue, and lips to get it hard again. I was not sure at that point if she was just going to switch to jerking off again, when she got to my balls, and took them in her mouth, I knew this was going to be a blow job.
I can not describe the depth of that pleasure, I had missed so much. This was the point where I realized that the fact that I considered her a substitute for the mother I lost, made me have a type of feeling of arousal, I never experienced before. She knew she could not maintain that posture as long as she could when she jerked me. She knew if she worked mainly on my knob, and held my balls gently with her free hand, she could get me to the brink quicker than a virgin getting his first blowjob.Mom used her lips, and tongue to simulate, and the opening of a vagina, moving her head up and down, I was face fucking her, but not the one doing the work. I really had a big load for her, and as I warned her it was coming, but she kept a tight seal on the end of my penis with her lips. I felt rope after rope shoot into her mouth, and she took every bit of it. She lifted her head, with my cum still on her lips, and I took her arm to pull her over to give her a kiss, on those same cum covered lips. I was still sensitive down there, when she went back, and used her tongue and mouth to clean me up.
I did not know what to say at that point, it was not a scenario I could have ever imagined. She was the first to speak, "When you get your walking cast, I will show you, how good of head this old girl can give. Much better than my husband is getting from his young secretary I bet. You have pleased me more with your fingers, and just watching this old girl masturbate, than he has with his penis in years. Remember son, it's not just the act you perform on someone, it's the feelings behind it, during, and after it."
That moving statement answered any remaining questions I had about her wanting this as much as I did. It made me want to please her even more, not a pity fuck, I wanted to bury my cock in her, and give her a real one. Her age means nothing to me when it comes down to sex, it's the mother son relationship, that was the bigger thing to overcome.
We did not wait until that next week, once I had that blow job, I would look at mom with puppy dog eyes when I would get stiff. She would end up sucking my cock, or a combination of jerking and sucking. Most of the time she would finish me with her hand, and let my cum shoot on her, then gather some for tasting. She looked so hot with my cum on her in different places. She even closed her eyes and took a full facial once.
I was so happy the day, the Dr.'s assistant removed the large heavy cast, for the lightweight fiberglass one, more like a brace. The titanium pins will be there forever, and likely will set off alarms at the airports, and public buildings. He liked the results of the x-rays, made a joke when he was telling me what I could and could not do now. He mentioned that I probably should still avoid sex for a while longer. Angie and I just looked at each other, and frowned, he seemed to notice it, and I think he was surprised, I am sure he was under the impression she was my actual mom.
I was helped into mom's SUV, and we headed home. Grace was in town, and was meeting us there to visit, and help her mom get me in the house. Once in the house it was pretty easy, all one floor, and we rented a narrow wheelchair, that would fit through most of the doorways. Even the one to the bathroom, I would not be able to use the shower, but I would be able to take a good shit, without thinking about mom, having to empty the bed pan. I could not wait to have some of the more spicy foods I miss so much, I just love Thai, and Mexican, the real stuff, not the chain Tex-Mex stuff that falls so short.
Since Grace has been living in an apartment when she is in town, and had a couple of days off, so she decided to give mom a break, she had been staying with me, pretty much 24/7. I was not sure how I felt about it, we do love each other, but I was looking forward to some less restrictive sexual action with mom, maybe even ignoring the Dr.'s recommendations. Grace and I's relationship at this point had not included sex after I caught her, because of the accident it was not an issue that came up. We both knew we had strong sex drives, I don't know what we were thinking when we decided to tie the knot, knowing travel was such a big part of our jobs, especially hers.
We ordered some Mexican from a locally owned place, got me some of that green salsa, the hot stuff. I was not disappointed, Grace even made some Margaritas mostly for herself, I was still on pain meds. She set up the bedside commode, I will be using when I am alone for a while. I hoped my body did not process the Mexican right away, I would rather get rid of it in a flusher.
We had a good time, just watching TV, I was happy to be in the great room, on the reclining part of the couch, as we watched a movie. It was not on purpose, at least I don't think it was, but Grace picked a movie, a Rom-Com, that was not unusual for her, but it had a lot of sex in it. After she had a few drinks, she ended up with her head on my lap, I liked it of course, but my cock liked it even more.
When the movie ended, she had her hands down my workout shorts. It was great to be able to wear clothes without modifications. Shorts with loose legs were just perfect attire for me then. She had a hold on my stiff one, and said, "I bet you are tired of taking care of your own business, unless you charmed one of those young nurses at rehab to help out?"
If she only knew who it was, that was giving me relief. Grace was near drunk, and helped me pull off my shorts. Hoping for one of her blowjobs, I was disappointed, but did not complain when she started to give me a hand job, and was not getting me too aroused. Seeing that, she stripped off her clothes too, all of them. Well, that did the trick hardon wise, my wife is a beautiful woman, with a great body. She sat next to me, masturbating herself with one hand, as she jerked me off with the other.
Yes, she only gave me a hand job, when I had been getting tremendous blowjobs from her mom. I had not had a hand job from Grace in years, I guess she was just not up to blowing me, and thought this was a big treat. It was a treat though, they say there is no such thing as a bad hand or blow job, Grace has a hot body, turns me on when it is not covered in some other guys cum. Mom has a softer touch though, and knew to spread her legs, so I could see her fabulous pussy when she let me watch her fuck herself. We both got off, but Grace did not even take any of my spunk.
It was good to have the night, and next day with her though, I still love her. I do hope we can get back together eventually, but I don't want to rush it, I want us to both be on the same page when we do.
Mom was back the next evening, even though I told her she did not have to. Grace told her too, that she would put me to bed, and she could come in the morning. Grace laughed when she told me what she said, "I have to take care of my boy, if he would fall on his first night alone I would not forgive myself."
Grace said, "You just might get mothered to death, taking care of you is all she talks about, she never talked about any of her other patients, including my brother when he broke his arm, and they are really close, him being the youngest, and last one to leave the house. I know she misses him since he went off to college, taking care of you seems to help her with that."
I was pretty tired that night, I was so happy to be able to do more things on my own, I overdid it. Mom put me to bed, after Grace left, she made me promise to ring my bell if I needed to get up. She did not ask me how I wanted to sleep, she just stripped me naked like I had been sleeping. I think her absence, as short as it was, made her miss me. Seeing, and handling my young body was a big part of what she missed. Mom did something new, she used a wet cloth to freshen me up, all over my body, saying her purpose was to get me a good night's sleep. I really do think, I missed her soft touch, my cock did, and she could not wait to take care of that. I did sleep well that night, it did feel good having mom get naked, and giving me one of her better blow jobs.
She got me up the next morning for breakfast, but talked me into just putting on my robe, so she could bathe me properly after we ate.
Somehow I managed to get through her bathing me without a major hardon, I guess the workout I got from Grace, and mom's blow job the day before helped. I told her I wanted to sit on the couch now that I could do it, but she still did not want to put clothes on me, leaving me in only in a robe. I was soon to find out why.
Mom left to take her own shower, and I resorted to watching a yoga show on PBS, I had my robe open, I had become so comfortable that way around mom, I had even become comfortable pleasing myself, and could easily do it now, I was jerking away, and did not even stop when she returned. I wanted to be watched by her too.
Mom had taken a shower, and came out in nothing but a robe too, her robe was open, and her hair was up in a towel. She told me the Yoga seemed to have me excited enough to maybe enjoy her keeping her promise. Of course, I was, so I let go of myself, the blow job she promised was all I could think about sex wise. I told her I was all for it, she helped me as I struggled to get my arms out of my robe, she wanted me naked, or she would have dressed me.
Mom dropped her robe, and for the first time I was able to look her whole body over in natural light coming in the big windows, as she stood there. Mom has a little strip of hair above her labia she kept trimmed so well, and it made her look so sexy standing there. She still seemed a little embarrassed in such a lighted room, I think watching my cock return to its hard state as I checked her out, took care of that. Usually she wore her hair up, probably a habit from working as a nurse, but when she pulled the towel off of it, and shook it out, it really is shoulder-length.
Mom then got on her knees in front of me, and let her hair hang down, just letting it sweep over on my exposed, and excited penis, and balls. It was just a little damp, and it felt so good on my naked skin. She just teased me with it like that for a while, and then reached up to put her hair back in a ponytail. I enjoyed just watching her do it, her arms up, and behind her head to put a band in it, really showed how beautiful, and firm her breast are, I guess the fact that they were not overly large, helped fight gravity.
I was so ready for her, and was not disappointed when she started licking my shaft and balls to start. It was so hot, in maybe a sick sort of way, being able to look straight down at someone I call mom, sucking my cock, as she stared back into my eyes. She really did not exaggerate her skills, I know the toes on my good leg were curled up, the others were still a little numb. Little did I know she was only getting started.
She had me in such a better position now that I could just elevate the bad leg, and I was open for her, with my good leg on the couch, and there she was right In the middle, with a mouth full of my cock. She had both balls in her mouth at once too, as she held my shaft back tightly against my stomach, then licked her way up it, and tickled my knob with the tip of her tongue. It was so hot the way she was handling my junk this time.
I was in blow job heaven, and found out the best was yet to come. She is so tiny, and I guess she is used to making up for it, she pushed an ottoman over to the couch, and now was on it, on her knees. She wanted all of my cock at once, and that was the only way she could achieve it, her round naked butt was way up in the air, as she tried to get a straight shot to her throat and I could feel my knob every time she took it there. I had my hands on her head, as she swallowed it, and I could not resist holding it there until she started to gag a couple of times, but she did not complain, she liked it.
She could not get enough of my cock in the next couple of weeks. I was also getting therapy at the house and getting stronger. I had a lot of time on my hands, my sick leave was about used up, but my attorney did not want me even working at home until he got the settlement for me. He is a good guy, but let's be honest, he gets almost a third, so of course he is going to get me as much as he can, and it's not because he loves me. I did however understand that the wreck changed my life forever, I would be lucky if I get away with only a slight limp.
I wanted so bad to please mom sexually, after I observed how flexible she was as she was blowing me, I had an idea. If I laid on my back on my bed, she could straddle me, and I could eat her out. It worked, we had to be careful, especially mounting and dismounting, but I loved her pussy, well, I always loved eating pussy. Mom was right, the more you love a person, the more pleasure you get in return for what you give them. She had such a sensitive, clitoris, much more than Grace's.
She does not complain much about her husband, my father-in-law, Tim, I do not call him dad, we are just not that close, I have had no problems with him though, and Grace loves him. The point I am getting to is, that I don't think he went down on mom very often. It is just a shame because she loves it, and even if he does have a girl on the side, you can't have too much sex. That is what got me and Grace in trouble, we were not getting enough of each other, and wanted something new now and then, as well.
I was getting stronger, and all I could think about was fucking Angie, Oh, I will just say it, fucking mom. Once I found out how much she loved calling me son, when I fingered her, or was eating her out. I figured she would like me calling her mom in return during sex, and did she. So she has a kink, don't we all, once she realized I was OK with it too, she would use it in her testimonies, "Oh son, nobody can get me off that easy with their tongue."
Something stood out in that statement, "nobody else can get me off" being in the present tense, it just sounds so much to me that, like Grace, myself, and her husband, mom had been getting some regular extramarital sex as well. Be before she came to stay with me. The two of us have been together almost 24/7, I may have just been her convenient partner. It is just logical, let's face it, she is convenient for me too.
Time came to visit the Dr. to see how I am progressing, after looking at my MRI, he told me I could put half weight on it, as long as I used crutches I could get back to some normalcy in my life. I used that as a chance to use some humor, and ask him if I could have any "Wild Monkey Sex" yet. Well, he liked that, a surgeon with a sense of humor is rare they say. He said, "as long as your girl is willing to get into a position that does not put total weight, or her weight on your still healing leg, your good to go."
Little did he know that girl he mentioned was the one that I am sure he thought was likely my mom, that has been bringing me to the office. This time she did not come in the examining room, I would have liked to have seen her reaction. I saved it for when we got home, I wanted to celebrate my freedom, and I could not think of a better way than to fuck mom for the first time.
I told her about being able to put some weight on it, and when we got home, I walked to the kitchen sink for a drink of water, turned around, told her to come over. Leaning against the counter, I used her to keep my balance, as I kissed her. It was probably the most romantic kiss I had given her to that point, at least it felt that way to me. I wanted to be the one making the moves on her for a change. I lifted her top, and released her breast from her bra, so I could kiss those sensitive nipples of hers.
I told her that this was one of the few rooms she has not blown me in, and she could see I was in a solid spot now, with my hands gripping the sink, and not needing the crutch. She pulled down my, shorts, and briefs. She got on her knees, and before I knew it, I was hard, and she had me in her throat and holding me there. Her eyes were watering as she would gag, but she was looking up at me, and getting her breath when I told her what the Dr said about sex, "The Doc said it was OK to fuck my girl, if I can get her to lean over a table, and there is one right in front of you."
"Are you sure?"
"I am sure mom, do you want your boy to fuck you or not?"
"Son, ever since Grace first started dating you, I have had dreams about it, your mom is a bad girl."
"Well you are about to get even worse, fucked by your son, not the real one, but I love you as much as he does."
She surprised me with, "I love you better than him, because with you, I can suck, and fuck you, with only a little guilt. Not to mention, you know how to make me cum with your tongue better than anyone."
I gave the "only a little guilt" statement some thought, but I didn't want to think she might have done any of this with her actual son, I wanted to think calling me her son was good enough for her.
She stripped off her shorts and panties, came over in her glory, and I kissed her again, and we managed to get my shirt off too. Before I could tell her to lean over, she sat, and laid back on the table, and lifted her legs. It was even better, she was at the perfect height for me, and I could see her face. I did all that without losing much of my erection, I moved up found a place to lean my crutches, and was ready.
When the head of my cock touched her pussy's lips I was more than ready to go. I pushed it in her, and leaned over, so we could make eye contact, and I could take some weight off of my one leg with my hands pressing down on the table. I could not say, that her 40 something pussy felt any different to my cock than her daughters, or even the young girl's at my office that was just barely legal at 18 when I first got together with her.
I started stroking her, and just really enjoyed being in her, and the response I got right away.
"Oh Son you feel so good in me, I have waited for this day, and I am not disappointed."
I really wanted her to enjoy it after all she has done for me, so I made sure to look her in the eyes, as I called her mom, and fucked her.
I sped up, as I got my balance, and I was keeping it in mind that I could not stand like that forever.
"Oh, That's it, shove that big cock in your mother's pussy, and fuck me hard. I have missed having my son's tight balls hitting my ass!"
I just could not believe this was the same sweet woman, that had been taking care of me. So timidly taking my penis in her gloved hand, and acting like it was a medical procedure that first time she got me off. I had heard that there is a little slut in every woman, mom's was now showing. Her son's tight balls statement had me go from wondering to pretty sure she may have bedded Craig, my balls had only hit her mouth before then. I had heard her talking to him in hushed tone on the phone one day, and swear I heard a reference to his cock, why would a mother say that unless?
"Oh Son, fuck me hard, but don't hurt yourself trying to please me, I love you so much."
"I love you too mom, you have been so good to me. It's my turn to make you feel good. Hold on tight, I am going to be pounding you if it is OK."
I shifted my weight to my good leg, and got a hold of her legs, and pushed them back, I let her have, it and she loved it.
"Oh God, Pound me Son, I am going to cum if you keep that up, even one of my black co-workers can rarely do that."
I almost lost it with that statement, I missed a stroke, but thinking about a Mandingo fucking mom, gave me a new-found stamina. I had to make her cum while I could still hold myself up.
"Oh Fuck, Fuck, Fuck, Son, keep going, your Mom is about to cum."
I took that statement as confirmation, of what I was watching her body do, having a real orgasm, and that it was a good one at that. She was now laying out flat on the table with her legs hanging over, trying to get her breath. Still testifying, "My God Son I needed that. I am so lucky to have such nice boys, that love their mother."
I scrambled to get my crutches before I fell, or hurt my leg.
It was the only time we fucked, we still gave each other oral, but she was no longer staying with me, just coming in and checking on me, and helping with the house. She had already gone back to work, and I did soon after I got my settlement, and her and I both went our own ways sexually then. Her son Craig, came back home to go to a local college, he was almost 20 before he started, he had put off going for a year because he did not want to leave his mom. Grace said he was too homesick to stay away, he always was a mama's boy. I could not rule out something going on with them anymore. I have run that possible scene through my head more than once, it gets me aroused, and I usually end up yanking one off.
Grace and I, are back together, we are trying an open relationship to see how it might work for us.
I had Grace, and my now, 19-year-old girlfriend at work. It's fun teaching a young one, they don't know what is too weird, and are willing to do about anything you want.
Grace had her boss, the one she often traveled with who had a wife and three kids, and no plans to leave them for her. He was apparently who she was with at the Hotel when I caught her. She also admitted to occasional sex with a friend we both had from high school, a great guy, that happens to be an African American that was on our football team when she was cheerleading, I guess it runs in the family. I had seen him in the locker room back in our school days. He was hung, and he was not even hard, I can't blame her for wanting a cock like his now and then for a treat, just like I enjoy having a tight, and sometimes younger partner.
We agreed to share any new experiences, and to be honest with each other from then on. We do, we share some of our experiences when we are separated by work, and one of us needed something to masturbate too.
That excluded the one with her mom, some things, you just can't share with your spouse.