I would like to thank GentWithHandcuffs for editing this story for me.
If you read "Nurse's Aide" you'll know, my name is Mike; I'm a twenty five year old physically disabled guy confined to a wheelchair, living with my parents. This story is kind of a continuing of "Nurse's Aide" but you don't have to read that story to enjoy this one.
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One day my dad was working a double, my mom had off but her boss called to see if she could fill in for someone, she told him she'll call him back. I can stay home by myself for an hour or two but that is about it because in case I need a drink or to use the bathroom I need help.
" Why not call Trish next door? She might not have any plans," I suggested.
Mom agrees and decides to call her. "Sure, I can keep Mike company," she replies. Once she arrived, Mom was able to head to work. Trish was 55, but still great. She stood 5'8" and weighed 135lbs, and had the biggest set of boobs I had ever seen. For years, I've been dreaming of being with Trish intimately, even if she was married. We sat and talked awhile then watched TV. Now I had to use the bathroom.
"Sorry Trish, but I have to go."
"No problem," she ensures me as she rolled me to the bathroom. "I don't feel funny; just tell me what to do."
"Can you get my urinal? It's behind the toilet."
She unzips my pants and takes out my cock. Then reaching behind the toilet grabs my urinal and holds it for me while I use it. As I'm going, she starts to slowly and gently massage me, only pretending to just be keeping me in. Of course, she has to bend down to do all of this so her breast was just barely touching my face. After I finished, I sat there a moment before letting her know I was done. Needless to say, I was enjoying the rubbing.
By now, I was slowly becoming erect. Trish takes my cock out and holds it with one hand as she dumps the urinal with the other. Still holding me, she looks down and sees a little drop of urine on my tip, she uses her thumb to wipe it away. I couldn't help but get rock hard in her gentle grasp. Trish instantly notices and laughs a little, "Did I cause that?"
"Yes," I admit shyly. "Sorry, but I'm going to need a little time so I go down before you can put it back in my jeans."
"Oh don't worry Mike, I'll help you with that if you want." As I was just about to ask her about her husband John, she adds "John isn't here. And he hasn't touched me in two years anyway..." She starts to rub me faster with a stronger grip. My body welcomes this change of pace, as my hips move to match the rhythm of her strokes.
"Boy Mike, I must say I'm impressed. You're pretty big."
"Thanks Trish" I groan from the lust surging through my body. I couldn't help but put my face into her breasts under her low cut blouse.
She stopped me and with her free hand slid off her blouse and bra, then arched her back but rested her soft nipples against my face. "Isn't that better?"
Without answering or hesitation I start to lick and suck on her nipples, switching back and forth between them. Trish moaned out loud, "Oh God Mike! I almost forgot this feeling!" She continued to rub me as I sucked her nipples and then suddenly stopped.
I look at her with confusion, "Why did you stop so sudden? Did I do something wrong?"
She smiled "Oh no Mike, it's just my turn to do the sucking." She moves to kneel in front of me, licks the tip of my throbbing member, and slides me between her lips before I had time to think. At first, swirling her tongue around my shaft and then her head starts bobbing.
I can't help but moan out. I manage to whisper to her "Oh God Trish....faster, you feel so good." She does as asked and goes faster and faster. Before I knew it, she goes farther down until I touch her throat and she squeezes my balls softly all at the same time.
I felt myself approaching that great release and I informed her. Without breaking any focus or pacing, she gives me thumbs up. I groaned from ecstasy as my cock blasted into her mouth, she did her best to catch it all in her mouth but some overflowed down her chin. She swallowed the rest and we sat for a moment as we caught our breath.
I break the silence, "I can't believe John won't touch you that was wonderful!"
"We used to have sex about 3 times a day, but now, he doesn't even so much as let me touch him sensually."
"Well, you can touch me anytime you want."
Trish smiles and stands to clean her face and washes my messy cock. Some of my juices had gotten onto my jeans. She rinses a wash rag and tries to wipe the spot but only makes it worse.
"Damn!" I say suddenly, "How can we explain the stain to my mom?"
"We won't have to; I'll put you on your bed, change you, and throw your jeans in the washer."
I nod and she rolls me to my bed. Once we get there she puts my arms around her neck, holds me and stands me up. We stand there face to face and I confess how I want to kiss her.
"Then what are you waiting for?" she asks almost challenging.
I start kissing her and she kissed me back. Our tongues played and danced in each other's mouths. I felt my legs giving out and I broke our lips' embrace.
"Can we continue this in the bed?"
"Sure," Trish answered as she laid me down.