It's no fun to be 18 and have to spend much of your life flat on your back in bed, although in this day and age technology helps to make my life a lot more interesting than it would have been 30 or 40 years ago. With my lap top I'm not only able to chat with people around the world, but I can also access a wide variety of websites.
I enjoy most sports, even though I've never been able to participate in them, and have developed a great interest in cinema, especially old movies made 50 years before I was born. These days though, I confess that much of my time on the Internet is spent on porn sites.
You see, while the legs don't work, my dick is fully functional and my hand works fine too. While it was never an ideal sex life that I was leading, it wasn't like girls my age were going to be coming up to my bedroom and allow me to make my orgasms happen with somebody else.
Until recently.
To give you some background, I live with my Mom in a house out in the sticks. It's just me and her, and has been for the last decade or so. My father? Although Mom never badmouthed him to my face, I think I figured out the reason he left. I suspect he didn't like the idea of being stuck with a crippled kid for the rest of his life, so he left for greener pastures.
I haven't seen him in years, and the only contact I've had with him is a birthday card he sends me every year. Mom always put a smiley face on the situation, but I told her a while back not to bother with that anymore. Fuck him.
Mom is the love of my life, and while it would have been easy for her to dump me somewhere and start a new life, she hasn't even though I've encouraged her to many times. Hopefully I'll be able to become independent enough to get into some sort of assisted living situation so she can do just that, but until then...
Mom is so pretty. She's about 50, and even though taking care of us has worn her down, she's still very attractive. She looks a little like that newswoman Katie Couric, only I think Mom is prettier, especially when she smiles.
As I've matured, our relationship has changed, and recently it has gone into a very different territory. Some - maybe most people would call it sick, but I don't, and it all started by her catching me jerking off.
Usually I can hear Mom coming down the hall, but I was so involved with what I watching that I didn't see her enter the room. On my computer Belladonna was eating some woman's ass and I was pumping my way to a climax when Mom ducked in. When she saw what I was doing she quickly darted back out, but I was busy ejaculating and couldn't have stopped if I wanted to.
In a way, Mom catching me was a turn on to me. It wasn't like she hadn't seen my cock before, having been helping me bathe all my life. Mom's seen me with an erection plenty of times too. I used to try and not get a boner, but when Mom is there washing my balls and I'm peeking down the front of her blouse to try and see her tits, it just happens.
Besides, having learned through the Internet that while I'm not John Holmes, I've got a good sized cock on me. Not real thick, but it's seven and a half inches long, to be exact. I've measured it several times because, well, I've got a lot of spare time.
Anyway, later on that day she caught me jacking off, we had a talk about it. Mom told me that she knew I had been doing that for a while, and thankfully she didn't give any crap about me going blind or it being a horrible habit.
In fact, she got very emotional about it, telling me that she wished that there was a way that I could meet some nice girl, because I was such a nice guy, so cute and smart and all.
While she was telling me about this dream of hers, I was dying to tell her that there was no way that was ever going to happen. I wanted to tell her that if I had my way, she would take off her clothes and climb into bed with me. Why not? All we had was each other. Who would know? Who would care? Most of the world didn't give a damn if we were dead or alive.
I didn't tell her that of course, but about a week later Mom made a big point out of getting me all spruced up. She gave me the most incredible bath ever, and even got me to shave. I need a razor like a cat needs pajamas, having a baby face and all, but I went along with it.
Later, after Mom helped me into bed, she kept looking at the clock, like she had an appointment or something, and when the doorbell rang she flew out the bedroom door. I heard some conversation in the distance and then there were footsteps coming down the hall.
"Jeff honey," Mom said as she came into the room with a lady I had never seen before. "This is..."
"Tammy," the lady said, smiling at me like we were old friends. "Nice to meet you Jeff."
This Tammy was probably around 30 years old, and had bright red hair. She was wearing a raincoat, even though it hadn't rained in a week, but when she took it off I could see why she was wearing it.
Underneath the coat, all she was wearing was a yellow nightie that was so sheer I could see right through it. She had big tits that looked fake, and through the fabric I could see the lips of her pussy, which was hairless. That didn't turn me on all that much, because I like natural tits and pussy hair.
Guess I was born too late, but despite that, it wasn't like I was in a position to complain, because this was the first naked woman I had ever been in the same room with. Mom sat down on the bed next to me and gave me a tight-lipped smile.
"Tammy here - she's going to - going to be your friend for a while here," Mom said, and I nodded when she asked me if I understood.
Mom had gotten me a woman.
"Don't go Mom," I said, grabbing her arm when she started to rise. "Please stay."
"Jeffy, I can't do that," Mom said, looking at this Tammy who was easing down on the other side of me. "This should be private."
"It's okay with me," Tammy told my Mom after I insisted she stick around.
"I think he's scared," Mom said, explaining my clinging to her like I was. "He's never - you know."
To be honest, while I admit to being a little scared, I think nervous was a more accurate term, but that had nothing to do with me wanting Mom around.
"That's okay. Me and Jeff, we're going to be good friends, aren't we?"
"I guess," I said. "Please stay Mom."
"Like I said, I've seen way crazier things," Tammy said as she pulled down the sheet that was covering my chest. "Let's see what - oh wow! You're a big fella, aren't you?"
Tammy's hand, with fingernails painted the same color as her hair, reached down between my legs and lifted my flaccid member from its resting place, stretching it and smiling wide.
"Your boy's got a big one," Tammy told me Mom, who kept looking at me for my reaction. "Here you go babe."
Tammy leaned over and shrugged the nightie off her shoulder, exposing a big tit with a fat red nipple, and offered it to me. I grabbed the tit, which was really firm, and leaned forward to take that stub into my mouth.
"That's it babe," Tammy said as she let me nurse off of her for a minute while she pulled on my cock.
I guess it was a testament to how nervous I actually was, that not only hadn't I cum already, but still wasn't hard. Tammy pulled her tit away and positioned herself down near my hip, telling me to relax, and then bent down.
I sighed as my cock went into her warm and wet mouth, and as her hand kneaded my balls she began to suck on my cock, pulling it up as far as she could when it began to come to life.
"Is it good for you honey?" Mom whispered in my ear.
"I love you Mommy," I whispered back, kissing her neck.
"That's it," Tammy said. "Get nice and hard for me."
Tammy's lush red lips were now going down a cock that was getting longer and harder with each bow of her head, and after a dozen or so more trips up and down my cock, she took her mouth off my erect cock and giggled, flicking the tip with her tongue.
"So big and hard," Tammy said, winking at me and Mom. "You're so big I can't get my mouth all the way down it."
I came soon afterward, with my face buried in my Mom's neck while she held me tight. Tammy made a choking noise when I kept cumming and cumming, and after my orgasm finally ended I let my head fall back down onto the pillow while Mom ran her fingers though my hair, looking like an angel to me with my vision blurred from the sweat in my eyes.
"You came real good babe," Tammy said as she pulled her nightie back up onto her shoulders, giving my drooping dick a wiggle before standing up.
That was it. Tammy told me that she had fun, and hoped she could see me again sometime. I thanked her, and after she put her raincoat back on Mom escorted her out of my room.
I assumed that Mom was paying Tammy for her services, so it was a few minutes before Mom came back into the room. I had left the sheets down where they were and remained fully exposed when Mom returned, standing in the doorway nervously and waiting in vain for me to say something.
"I hope you aren't mad at me," Mom finally said.
"Mad? No," I said.
"It's just that, you're a man and a man has needs," Mom told me.
"Women do too," I reminded her before Mom said that I needed to be cleaned up.
Mom returned with a wet washcloth and eased down to where Tammy had been kneeling just minutes before.
"I didn't mean to spring that on you like that," Mom said as she tenderly wiped my balls, where the semen had apparently headed after Tammy let it slide back out of her mouth. "But I was afraid that if you knew in advance you would get too nervous and - you know."
"You didn't have to do that," I told Mom.
"My, she sure wore a lot of lipstick," Mom noted as she tried to get the residue of the cosmetics off of the shaft of my cock and pubic hair.
"Did you hear what I said?" I asked.
"Yes honey," Mom said as my cock began to stiffen in her hand. "It was just a - let's call it a belated birthday present."
"We can't afford stuff like that," I said.
"What do you mean?"
"I know you paid her for it," I said. "Women aren't going to make head house calls for free."
"That's none of your concern," Mom said. "You seemed to like it. Maybe next time she can do something else with you. You know?"
"Not interested."
"What do you mean? Mom said. "She was attractive, wasn't she?"
