It has been a few months since Mom's amputation, but this is the first time I am able to take some vacation time at work. The drive from the airport takes me over familiar roads north through tall stands of pine trees and scattered fields. I leave the windows rolled down and enjoy the aroma that takes me back many years. Not much has changed. Before long, I see the blue waters of Lake Thomas.
She walks from the house towards the car as I turn the engine off and open the door. I watch with some amazement at the grace she displays, as if she had always used crutches to walk. She is dressed in a skirt that displays a great deal of her remaining long leg and a blouse that is mostly unbuttoned. I am afraid to stand for fear of showing my excitement for a woman that seems so different from the person that raised me.
"Hi David," she coos as she puts her arms around my waist and pulls me close. "I've missed you so much." Her lips cover mine for a long moment to tell me just how much she means what she just told me.
Her face pulls back slightly. From the chest down, she is tight against me and I feel the way her left leg ends not far below the hip. The piece of thigh presses firmly against me, still at first, and then wiggles making sure I know there is nothing below it. I am sure she can feel the tension in my trousers.
"You're ravishing," I say before giving her a small kiss, but continuing to hold her close. A hand slips up her side and a thumb sneaks a feel along the edge of a breast.
"New boobs make a new woman." She snickers.
Her chest releases the grip and I let a hand cover a breast, feeling the firmness of the implant. The nipple grows firm under my palm.
"Mom-m," I moan, and then give her a deep kiss, the hand continuing to rub the breast.
I feel her grind against my trousers. My excitement grows with each rub of her skirt against me. I am tempted to take her in the middle of the drive. It is secluded and no one would see us. My hand disappears under the skirt and finds only bare shaved skin. She's damp. My fingers probe and she sighs in my mouth. The stump moves to the side giving me greater access.
"Darling-g," she moans willfully.
Her hand strolls over the bulge in my trousers and between my thighs. I rock my hips, fucking her hand.
"Oh-h, yeah-h," she whispers. "No one can see us."
She pulls at the last two button of the blouse and it falls near our feet. With a few hops, she lies on the grass under a tall tree and removes her skirt. My clothes quickly fall into a pile and I settle next to her. We roll onto our sides with hands holding buttocks and mouths tight against each other, our tongues explore.
My fingers enjoy the wetness between her thighs and the thick folds of skin around the opening. A fingertip digs the swollen bud from its hiding place under the hood.
"Ah, ah," she quickly repeats as my finger circles the clit. I continue to circle with the finger as my lips kiss down her front. As they cross her navel, she says, "Eat it, yeah-h." She encourages my head lower, faster, as she pushes and plays with my hair. Her pussy forcefully connects with my mouth as I inhale her wonderful aroma.
"I dreamed you'd do that."
My tongue laps her honey and parts the folds of skin. Her stump strokes my cheek and I take it in my hand feeling the softness for the first time. I roll it in my palm and don't let go. My lips surround the clit and suck it as I slap it with my tongue.
"Ah, ah," she roars, grinding hard. "Oh, oh, ah," she wildly repeats. I let go of the stump and drive fingers inside, feeling, probing, stroking. She responds with deeper sounds I don't understand. I can feel the orgasm begin. "Oh yeah-h," she drawls for a long moment before falling limp.
"Let me see your cock," she demands. She is moving around before I can respond. She takes me in her hand, her fingers tight around the shaft, and her mouth moving closer to the swollen head. I watch as she consumes me. Her lips tighten and her head bobs quickly. I lose control and let streams of come fill her mouth while I listen to her gulp and swallow.
I kiss the come from her lips and play with her stump. My eyes devour her face as I wonder who has possessed my mother's body. I don't care.
I sit next to her, letting my hand wander over her body, never staying long in the same place, just enjoying the touches.
"I like the 'new you'," I say.
Her stump rises and falls a few times. "Even this?"
