She'd said she wanted to be my girlfriend. I thought that was ludicrous!
I was a 52 year old man with MS. Eight years earlier I'd had to quit my job and move in with my family. Soon after that I'd lost the ability to walk, getting around in a power wheelchair. This went on for a few years, my condition slowly worsening but still manageable. A few years after that, a nasty intestinal condition and a bout of influenza took the use of my hands.
My mind was still strong. I felt relatively young at 52 when it became necessary to move me into a nursing home. And now a woman young enough to be my daughter wanted to be my girlfriend. It was ludicrous.
Spending mealtimes at a feeding assist table, different nurse's assistants would feed me. That's where I met X. The first time she fed me we talked about music and art and, surprisingly, home beer brewing. The next day, she sought me out so she could feed me again.
This went on for a few weeks until she told me she had asked for some time off, which the home wouldn't give her. She was quitting. She told me she was going out of town for a while, but she asked if she could visit me when she returned.
A few weeks passed and I figured I would never see her again until, one day, she showed up at my door. Our conversations, which I loved, had always been varied and spirited. As she was no longer involved in my care, we were now able to include more intimate subjects. Yes, that included sex. I had enjoyed a great sex life before my affliction, and we freely shared our sexual pasts.
I enjoyed X's visits. As I didn't have a phone, she would always tell me when I would see her next when she left. One day, she told me I wouldn't see her again until the end of the week. She showed up the next day, however, and sat on the floor in front of me.
"This is really unfair to you," she said, "but I really like you. I want to be your girlfriend."
I told her no.
To me, it just seemed too weird. First there was the age difference. I was old enough to be her father. I would find out later that I was actually older than her father. In truth I had actually lost my virginity around the time she was born.
Second, I was at a really uncomfortable time in my life. Everything was changing for the worse which I wasn't dealing with very well. I had worked in a creative field. I had been an amateur musician, a homebrewer, a writer, a digital artist, a humorist. I had enjoyed an active sex life, both inside of relationships and of a more temporary nature. This was all gone, gradually taken from me, one interest at a time. I just couldn't fathom having a girlfriend.
To her credit, X had wanted to stay friends. Except...
In my rejection of her, I had left the door open slightly. Further, our conversations had touched on the things that turned me on. A major turn on has always been intelligent women, which X was. She was cute and though short, somewhat leggy and she would show off her legs for me in dresses which I'd told her I liked. She was also quite busty. While not my thing, it was hard not to notice her DDD-cup breasts. She would play them up quite a bit, trying to tempt me. I will admit that I enjoyed her efforts.
Things culminated on the evening I refer to as "The Night of Scotch & Cleavage." X had showed up at my door with a bottle of scotch, wearing a low cut dress that even I couldn't fail to notice. After we'd both had several glasses, she poured another glass, bending over to do so, breasts threatening to spill out of the neckline of her dress.
"I'm not particularly a boob man," I said as she did so,"but I AM still a guy. Be careful with that."
Ten minutes later, we were kissing, her standing beside my chair, me stealing glances of her full round breasts as we kissed. I had a girlfriend, viewing it as more of a ceremonial position. How much of a girlfriend could I really have? X was a companion, a confidant, an advocate. X wanted it to be more. She wanted a lover.
Once, while kissing, her hand dropped to my lap. A lot of stuff on me doesn't work, my arms, my legs, my hands. The same does not apply to my cock. I stiffened immediately to her touch, she held it and stroked me for a bit. Maybe the reason I rebuffed her was my general disdain for handjobs, but it was more likely that I couldn't conceive of any woman wanting to do that for me,
On another occasion, she persisted, this time with her mouth. Maybe the reason I didn't rebuff her this time was my absolute love of blowjobs. It had been years since a woman had sucked my cock, so any blowjob was going to be amazing. This, though, was amazing regardless of the situation. X was a vision on her knees in front of me, her lips clamped around my tool, sucking, pressure from her mouth varying, head bobbing in my lap.
The sensations, tactile and otherwise, were amazing. My enjoyment of blowjobs has always been at least 30% visual. She really had me going. Frankly, I could have finished in 30 seconds. I held on however, staying on the edge for 5 minutes. I considered where to finish. As this had come on quickly, X and I hadn't discussed where I should cum. I wanted to avoid a mess. I really wanted to pop in that gorgeous mouth as I hadn't blown my load in a sexy woman's mouth in years.
Nearing my release, I let X know I was close. I went off soon after, my cock feeling like a garden hose, seeming to ejaculate steadily for five minutes. X greedily swallowed all I had to offer as I moaned my approval. X licked me clean before putting my deflating cock away and making me presentable.
It was a moving experience. My condition had left me without use of my hands, this ejaculation being the first time I'd cum in quite a while. Getting to finish in a pretty younger girl's mouth, who readily gulped down my seed was such an amazing experience. I made sure she was aware just how grateful I was.
That was just the beginning. She made a disabled man feel attractive and desirable for the first time in a long time. We had sexy conversations. We kissed a lot. I loved it when X sucked my cock. She seemed to enjoy it as much as I did, maybe even more. She kept me quite satisfied at a difficult time in my life.
We really wanted to fuck. First, we tried having her ride me while I was already in bed. This worked, but not being able to grab her big tits as they swayed over me was a disappointment. Her box was surprisingly tight, however, and though it was an overall satisfying experience, there was a lot of planning involved for a simple fuck. We both wanted more spontaneity.
One afternoon at her apartment, we were able to figure that out. I had X swing my foot pedals to the side, we put my feet on the floor, spread my legs slightly and pulled my cock out. X then backed into me, taking my stiff tool into her ready pussy. Bent over with her hands on a table or chair, she could vigorously slam onto me.
