After two margaritas, we had pretty much gone through the usual updates. I updated her on how work was going. I told her it was still stressful, but busy enough to still be enjoyable and leave no threat of losing it. She in turn talked about how in recent months she was starting to become less enamored with her job. In fact, she had pretty much determined to retire by the end of the year.
This was big news. She always loved her job and I figured she would work for quite a while longer. Nevertheless, she was 69 years old. She still was alone and really had no man in her life. I wondered what she would do in retirement. Nevertheless, I also knew that she was good friends with probably 20 to 30 women within her town. There was no doubt she would keep busy.
There was something different about this afternoon. The conversation was flowing. I was enjoying every minute of it. I parked my wheelchair next to the counter and pretty much directly beside her. We sat extremely close and talked until all the chips were gone along with three margaritas each.
I think during our recent conversations while I was laid up in bed, I had hinted to her how much she meant to me. Perhaps she understood that I had been thinking about her perhaps in a different way. During my time in bed I have written stories to publish online. I wrote in detail my memories about those weekends 20 years ago and making mad passionate love to her. It was a way for me to remember. It was exciting.
I’m sure she sensed the excitement and the passion that I had once again. During that time in bed I masturbated routinely thinking about what it would be like to once again make love to my mother. Those thoughts were continuing as our conversation progressed.
The kids came storming back in. I told them to go change their clothes and wash up. I realized that I also had to probably at least change my shirt. I excused myself and went to my bedroom and grabbed a polo shirt. I took my shirt off and put the new one on. As I came back out into the kitchen I needed some help.
“Can you button this, mom?” I asked her help with the one button.
She approached me from the front without saying a word. She continued to look me directly in the eye as she buttoned that button. We looked each other in the eyes the entire time. When she was done she moved forward to kiss me. I thought it was going to be on the lips and I was so ready. At the last minute, she moved slightly and kissed me on the cheek.
“There you go, sweetie,” She said as she backed away leaving me breathless.
After a few more promptings, the boys came out and the four of us left for dinner.
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During dinner she and I each had a glass of wine. We agreed not to split a bottle. This was decided primarily because we each had two margaritas already. We also knew there was plenty of wine at home for later on.
When we returned, the four of us played “Apples to Apples”. My youngest loves the game. And in fact, we all like it. It’s a very simple game to play while you’re talking. Best of all, it stimulates conversation among all.
After a while, the kids left the table and played video games in the other room for a while. My mom and I continued our talk. This time we sat at the table so I was not as close to her. But my heart was still beating a mile a minute. I was not sure if anything would happen this weekend; but at this point I was certainly hoping it would. I also had pretty much decided I was going to try. Perhaps not overtly; but I was going to push the envelope and see how it went.
It had literally been 20 years since I had really had a sexual thought about my mom. Like I said, we had returned to a usual relationship. But now, I was looking at this woman as a desirable and vivacious woman. My mind started to think about what it would be like to fuck a woman nearly 70 years old. I wanted her badly. I wanted to suck those nipples once again. I needed to taste her pussy. I reached across the table and grabbed her hand routinely during our conversation. I needed to touch her. I wanted to let her know. Each time I grabbed her hand she followed it by touching mine with her other hand. We were growing closer by the minute.
The kids went to bed around 10:30 PM. She and I moved into the family room with a newly opened bottle of red. I parked my chair behind the sofa. She sat on the sofa with her feet up facing sideways. This way we could be close. That’s one of the difficulties being in a wheelchair. It is extremely difficult to have any type of closeness until you actually are physically together. Nevertheless, through the years I have learned. So, the two of us faced each other and although the sofa back was between us, we held hands on top of it.
“Have you been dating at all?” She asked right after sitting down. It was obvious that now the conversation topics were getting better.
“Same as always,” I repeated my usual answer. “I’m just not ready to devote time to a woman. I’m simply enjoying spending time with the kids.”
“Are you lonely at all?” She asked me as she looked into my eyes.
I honestly answered, “Not until just recently. I think it’s going to take that special feeling for me to want to be with a woman again.” I said it in a tone that was very obvious and all the while my eyes never left hers.
I then questioned her, “How about you?”
“Same,” she then continued, “I’m busy as can be with all my friends. I had that brief period a little while after Tom died. But it just didn’t seem right.”
“So, no one really since then?” I asked her in a surprised tone. She was so beautiful and always alive. She was always busy doing something. I was just surprised that she did not share any of that with a man.
“No,” She paused briefly, “and I think I’m like you and just recently now realizing that I’m lonely.”
We were looking each other directly in the eyes and then she continued.
“I need someone.” She told me as she looked directly at me.
I moved my hand up her arm and ever so gently put it on her cheek. I leaned down towards her. Our lips met and the excitement moved through my body with reckless abandon. The position was slightly awkward and she quickly moved up to where she was on both knees. This allowed me to wrap both arms around her and I pulled her close as I kissed her deeply.
Our tongues met and we began to explore each other once again after 20 years. I should have waited a bit longer but I couldn’t help myself. My right hand quickly left from behind her back and moved around to fondle her left breast through the silk blouse. She breathed in deeply as I reached my final destination. The breath combined with her erect nipple led me to believe that I made the right move.
I could feel her nipple as it protruded through the bra and blouse. I couldn’t help myself and I began to pinch and tweak it until now it was fully erect. My left arm was still holding her close. This continued for a little while longer and I knew I wanted more. I needed more. I moved my right hand up from her breast to her neck and then moved her hair behind her ear. I continued the motion and then stroked her neck. It was at this point I broke the kiss so that I could actually see my mother, my lover. The back of my hand moved to her cheek. It was extremely sensual and our eyes never left sight of each other the whole time.
“Let’s go to bed,” she whispered as she started to get off the couch.
She held my hand and got off the sofa to come around and join me. She now was directly behind me and she moved both arms around me to the front. The feeling of her hands as they caressed my chest was wonderful. She kissed the side of my neck and I could feel her hot breath throughout my body.
“Go get ready. I’ll join you in a moment,” she whispered in my ear.
She then blew gently into that same ear. Meanwhile, her hands moved further down the front of my body and she grabbed my cock through my slacks. She squeezed it for just a brief second. It was enough to let me know what was coming. But then she stopped and I knew we had to separate briefly. I took comfort in knowing that it would not be long.
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As she went to the guest bedroom to prepare, I quickly went to my room. I immediately removed my shirt. I parked my wheelchair next to my bed, lifted the armrest, and quickly moved myself over into the bed. I picked my legs up on to the bed. This effort was extremely easy since last year’s surgery when both of my legs were amputated at the knee. I of course never really used them because I was paralyzed. But I did worry originally. Since then however, I have grown completely comfortable with the fact that I am an amputee. This is true for my friends, and family. I raised the head of the bed so I was sitting up waiting for her to arrive.
I was so excited. It seemed like forever that she was getting ready; but I know it was simply because I was so anxious. As I sat there, I began to rub between my legs and I could feel my cock getting hard underneath my slacks. I looked down at my half legs and suddenly started to think and imagine how my “stumps” could now be used here in the bedroom. I didn’t have much time to think because I lost all train of thought when she walked in the door.
I couldn’t believe how beautiful she still looked. She was nearly 69 years old and seriously looked like she was in her 50s. Quite frankly, she probably fooled some to think she was younger than me.
What I found even more exciting was the fact that she was wearing Navy blue. She obviously had remembered that was my favorite color lingerie. Yet this was a topic that had not been discussed in over 20 years. She was wearing a Navy blue camisole which just covered a pair of sheer Navy blue panties. The silk robe that she wore was open exposing her lovely body.
The camisole had a low enough neckline that it was her skin and cleavage that I first noticed. She was amazingly tan. Obviously she was not wearing a bra underneath. I was therefore immediately treated to the sight of her fully erect and extremely large nipples underneath the material. I could not wait to see them and suck on them once again after all these years.