NEW STORY TITLE: CHARM FUCKING IN UNITY
Disabled man & his mother reunite a third time years later.
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Prologue
I love my mother. Most men can easily make that statement. I however, can also say that I have made love to my mother. This is where our relationship is unique.
I have written in detail other stories using different names and from the third person telling about how my mother and I ultimately became closer than ever. In 1986 I was 19 years old and broke my neck in an accident while in college. After rehab, I came home to recover and get used to life in a wheelchair before returning to campus in the fall.
During that summer, my mother helped me with my personal care. Ultimately, we hired a young woman in her mid-20s to also help. Marlene was gorgeous. She also was pregnant. This soon to be single mom, I believe, was even more attractive and appealing due to her budding pregnancy. As time progressed throughout the summer she and I flirted continuously. The curiosity about sex got the better of both of us and we ultimately began fucking routinely when she came to help me twice a week.
Within no time however, I learned that my mother had found out. It apparently stirred new feelings within her. After several weeks, she initiated a sexual relationship, and the remaining part of the summer was bliss. She and I routinely made love as much as possible. Not only that, I also had the privilege of routinely sleeping with both my mother and Marlene together. The three of us experimented and pleased each other to the fullest, until I returned to campus in the fall.
At that point, I lost touch with Marlene and my mom and I simply went back to a typical mother/son relationship.
That was in 1990, nearly 23 years ago. Since that time, mom remarried a wonderful man and unfortunately he passed away almost 4 years ago. I myself married and had two kids. It’s been five years now since I divorced. My ex-wife and I are the best of friends, and we each are with our two kids half of the time. We spend a great deal of family time together. I have spent all of my time on work and focusing on my kids. They were still young during the divorce. I wanted to only focus on them.
I mention all this because although there is some uniqueness to my story, the past 20 years or so have been normal by most people’s standards. Yet very recently I realized I was starting to get lonely for adult companionship. A weekend visit from my mother made me realize she felt the same. It was during this visit that the two of us were able to satisfy each other’s loneliness and needs once again.
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“I’m here!” My mom hollered into the house as she walked through the unlocked door.
“Hi, Grandma!” My nine-year-old son said, still excitedly as he hugged her.
My 12-year-old son lagged behind and slowly came over to hug his grandmother.
“Hi, Grandma,” he said with considerably less enthusiasm than his younger brother. Nevertheless, it was not enough to raise suspicion, and it certainly was typical of a seventh-grade boy.
“How is everybody?” My mom continued to ask the boys. The youngest talked a mile a minute. This was good, because words would’ve had to be pried out of the oldest.
It was early summer and he was upset to be inside right now as opposed to outside in the woods with his friends. I realized this and after approximately 15 to 20 minutes of small talk, I let them both run back outside and play for the afternoon.
“Make sure you can hear me call you. We’re going out to dinner tonight.” I updated them.
As they ran out, my mom got up off her stool and approached me. My wheelchair always makes it difficult for close contact. Through recent years, the hugs have remained rather distant. But through the years she has learned exactly how to approach for a good hug. This was one of those times.
Mom approached me on the left, placing her hip directly against the arm of my wheelchair. Immediately she wrapped her arms around my neck and pulled me close. At first I wondered and was somewhat resistant. But it felt so good and I quickly wrapped my arms around her pulling her even closer. The hugs felt wonderful. There was nothing sexual about the contact at this point. It simply felt good to hold her so close. As the hug ended and we separated, we took a moment to look each other in the eyes. It was then that I realized that I was physically stimulated. I was attracted to her in a way that I hadn’t felt in years. The way we looked at each other and the fact that it seemed to be a bit longer than usual both made me wonder if perhaps the feeling was mutual. Surely she was not thinking that. Any such feelings and activity came and went years ago. So I eliminated any thought from my mind.
My attempt to stop thinking about her that way failed within seconds. Mom backed away and sat down once again. It was here I took a moment to admire her beauty. She was petite. She had always been a small woman. She worked hard and watched what she ate. I don’t think an extra pound was ever on her body. She still colored her hair, but yet now there were some gray hairs scattered throughout so that it didn’t look ridiculous. In fact, it made her look very distinguished, and if I may say so – sexy.
She was wearing dark slacks and a cream colored silk blouse. My mom always dressed nice. Sometimes I think she cleaned the house in good clothes. This blouse was definitely dressy and she was ready for when we went out to dinner that night. As I looked at her, I realized that perhaps one extra button was undone that day compared to usual. I also saw that through the silk material I could see her bra.
I felt like a juvenile being excited by the site of a bra through a blouse. Nevertheless, the real excitement was the fact that within that bra I could see her nipples were slightly erect. I know they were only slightly erect. This is because when fully erect, everyone in the room knows.
As I’ve written in the past, this is a feature I vividly and fondly remember from sucking them during our previous escapades. Her nipples are literally as big as the tip of an index finger. Even more unique and special is the fact that her breasts are rather small. The combination is divine. I think she saw me staring at them while she continued to talk.
My attraction to her was growing. I now was having lustful thoughts. I could not understand why today; but looking at her now I was wholeheartedly turned on. I was looking at her figure and her overall beauty from top to bottom. I must’ve become too obvious.
She questioned me with worry, “what’s wrong?” She actually looked down thinking perhaps there was a spot on her blouse.
Surely after all these years the last thing she was thinking was that I was admiring her. I threw caution to the wind and was completely honest, or at least somewhat.
“Nothing,” I reassured her. I chose my next words carefully. “I’m just admiring how beautiful you look.” The word “great” would’ve easily sufficed instead of “beautiful.” My word choice had an immediate effect.
“Stop it,” she blushed. At the same time however, her nipples literally became even more obvious. I decided to continue and take this a bit further to see the reaction.
“I’m serious, Mom. You still look gorgeous! You always have been attractive and that hasn’t changed.” My comment was definitely more than any average son would say to his mother. It was also quite more than I had offered in years.
Mom wasn’t exactly sure how to respond. She was definitely flattered, and as I said from what I could tell she was also excited.
It was then I pushed it even just a little bit further to see her reaction, “in fact, ” I continued to tell her, “you still are downright sexy!”
“Wow!” She instantly replied. Her face slightly blushed; she did not look away and instead looked me directly in the eye. “Thank you, honey.” she accepted my compliments graciously. Then she added, “I’m not sure you really understand how good that makes me feel.”
Her nipples were now at full attention. This, coupled with the way she had worded her response made me realize that in actuality I really did understand how good it made her feel.
There had been no special reason for her visit this weekend. Although the last time she visited I was bedridden. Now I was back up in my wheelchair, healthy, and ready for life. It had been a while since we had seen each other. So she suggested that she make the 2 hour drive to come visit.
Since she lived close, a normal visit usually consisted of one night. This would be no different. Nevertheless, the night would ultimately be very unique.
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It was mid afternoon, and we started to visit and talk. I already had put some chips into a bowl and there was some salsa for dipping. In usual fashion, my mother grabbed the dishrag and was wiping the drips of salsa off the counter from my boys’ feeble attempt to eat without making some type of mess.
“You want something to drink?” I asked her. By evening I knew her drink of choice would be wine. At this time of day however there were numerous choices for me to offer.
I listed some of the options, “I have iced tea made, there’s also lemonade. Of course there are all kinds of soda in the fridge,” I reminded her referring to the second refrigerator in the garage.
“Something diet sounds good,” she asked as she now rinsed the rag under the running water in the sink.
I quickly raced my electric wheelchair across the kitchen and out the garage door. As I opened the door, I broke tradition and grabbed a beer. As I wheeled back in and handed her the Diet Coke she noticed my beer.
“That looks good,” she told me.
“Actually, I also have some of those new Bud Light margaritas out there.” I told her.
“Are they any good?”
“Certainly not the real thing,” I was honest, “but a nice substitute in a pinch.”
She set the tone, “Let’s do it!”
As I raced back down the hall and out the door I saw her walk towards the cabinet. I knew she was grabbing margarita glasses. I was also excited to know that she and I would be drinking together throughout the day.