A Mothers Help

Back in 1975 i was involved in an automobile accident which left me a C-5 C-6 quadriplegic. Through the years I still had many relationships, some lasting as long as five years. When I reached about 35 I just kind of gave up looking for that special woman, until one day in my early forties I met this girl who was, shall we say, wild. She was willing to try anything. She really got my sex drive going again. In order to keep her totally pleased we bought a penis pump so I could maintain stronger erections, although she really liked it best when I performed oral sex on her. One of our favorite things to do was to masturbate in front of each other.

After a wild three years with her it ended, and I was left more horny than I ever was in my life. Here is where it got a little crazy. You see, I moved back in with my mother after my dad passed away about the same time I broke up with this girl. My mother helps get me dressed in the morning and this was also the only time that I was totally nude and could play with myself, but I couldn't just tell my mom what I needed to do. Finally I couldn't take it anymore and let her see my penis pump. I don't think she could believe I was telling her what I needed to do, but she finally gave me a little space to do it.

After Cialis came out I no longer needed the pump. At first she would look in after a while and ask me if I was done. She would sometimes get mad when I took too long. After a while she would just walk in my room while I was masturbating. One day I got to wondering if I could get her to help me. So one day when she said I was taking a long time I told her it was hard to do it right with only limited use of my hands.

I asked her to please help me. She said no at first, but after I kept pleading with her she agreed. I couldn't believe my mother was jacking me off. It felt wonderful. We did this about three or four times a week. One day I got brave and reached out and rubbed her breast through her nightgown. She pulled away and told me no, but I kept pleading that I needed something new to help me get off. I kept telling her I didn't have anyone in my life to be intimate with. Finally she let me massage her breasts while she masturbated me. The thoughts going on in my head were incredible.

After about a week of rubbing her breasts I got up the nerve to put my hand in her nightgown and touch her tits. At first she protested just like before, but after pleading and begging and telling her how unhappy I was with my life she let me play with her breasts. I especially played with her nipples. Within a week I was sucking on her nipples. It was amazing. Later on a couple times I reached under her nightgown and touched her pussy but so far she really fights me on this one.

I try and tell her I just want to make her feel as good as she does me. To this day we still do this a few times a week. I still can't believe how far I was able to get her to go. I think she does this for me because she knows it puts me in a great mood all day and because she has always been there for me to take great care of me. If you’re wondering my mother is seventy nine years young. Thanks mom, you’re the greatest.