My disabled mothers’ mid life cum crisis

In 2013 tragedy stuck my family like only few could imagine. I remember it so vividly that I can recall every influx in her voice when my school principal gave me the news. I learned that my mother had been in a horrifying car crash. I was told that an oil tanker had went across the median on the highway and crushed a car that my mom was riding in and it killed the driver who was a co-worker of my mom’s I barely knew. My mother was alive, but she had been severely injured and disfigured.

Three months my mother spent in the hospital before she could go home. The cost of her recovery was tremendous both physically and emotionally. In all, my mother lost both of her legs from the knees down. She lost her pinky finger and ring finger on her right hand. She had a massive scar across her cheek and several smaller scars around her entire body. During the crash she sustained a severe concussion, lost most of her teeth, brain bleeding, a burst spleen, a ruptured appendix, several bone fractures, and a slipped disk in her back. My mother was not whole physically, mentally, or emotionally during her recovery or when she returned home. The only positives from this situation that helped maintain our sanity was the financial compensation she got and that she was still alive although permanently disfigured. Mom received over 10 million dollars from the accident plus the oil company would cover her medical expenses for life. It’s amazing how fast oil companies will throw millions at you to save their own image. Apparently, they had violated a number of safety regulations on this shipment and they offered to settle quickly.



For the first six months mom slowly adapted to her new lifestyle. She got prosthetic legs and learned to walk and even run with them some. She bought us a new house in the rural Midwest that included a couple hundred acres of land. Her demeanor was poor, her spirit was clearly broken, but my relentless mother continued to move forward through life.

Before the accident my mother (Kathy) was a very average woman. She worked for a company that manufactured plastics. She started working there after high school and never actually wanted to get a better or high paying job. Mom was not an overly intelligent person and this simple job was just fine with her. She wasn’t ugly, but she wasn’t overly pretty. She was in her early 40’s and like most women that age she had a slightly lumpy tummy and parts of her body were starting to lose the battle to gravity. The only thing my mom had that would surprise anyone who knew was that she had a rather large chest. Not that you’d know by looking at her because she concealed them so well with loose fitting clothing and snug sports bras. I haven’t ever seen them myself, but I would guess they are saggy based on the rest of her body. Her bra size is 36DD . I know this because we live alone together and have my entire life and every guy has checked their moms bra size at least once I’d imagine.



I never met my father and mom never really talked about him. She doesn’t really talk about anything ever other than about god and even that stopped since the accident. My mother never told me what his name was but I did know that he wasn’t a good person. My grandmother before she passed away years ago once told me that my father is burning in hell and I didn’t know if that meant he was dead or if he had sinned in her eyes. My mother was raised very religiously in a strict home. Much of that was the same for me until the accident.

My mother turned into a recluse for several years after her injuries. She stopped trying to better her life, she stopped going to my school functions, she stopped being a parent. She sat around the house depressed, drinking heavily, and sulking every night except for my birthday or other important holidays when we’d have cousins come and visit.

As a young man I didn’t know how to help her and her refusal to associate was infectious. I spent my high school days in my bedroom most days without many friends to speak of. I became a whiz at online gaming and spent much of my time doing that. I got my high school diploma through online courses and I was taking College courses online as well. I really didn’t have a need to work with the money mom had so I stayed home in a huge house with all of the most expensive gaming and computing systems I could get. The only activity I did outside of gaming was my daily swims in our pool and I also played basketball in a nearby recreation league. I’m basically as average as my mother physically. I’m a bit chubby and my appendages are very average. My great physical feat is my height. I stand nearly 6’4’’ but that’s not tall enough when you play recreational basketball a few nights a week.

When I turned 18 years old my mom gifted me a brand-new truck. I know it was expensive, not really for her, but it was exactly what I needed at that time. I briefly considered moving into my own place but as little as my mother was seen, I never really needed to. We lived in opposite ends of the house and I saw her maybe once a day for only a few minutes. Each time I saw her she would be doing some basic chores around the house. Although she has prosthetic legs she typically opts to “walk” about the house on her stubs which are her knees. She really got around pretty good that way and she surprisingly has prevented herself from becoming huge because the distance she “walks” takes twice as much time and effort to do.

The few people to ever visit our house other than family holidays was the maid twice a week, and the groundskeeper twice a week. Mom could get a home nurse if she wanted but she’s basically fully functional now. Unless she needs something from a high shelf she rarely asks for my assistance.

Two weeks after my 18th birthday I was feeling really frisky one night. I had earned a couple girlfriends throughout the years that I met online who had kept me decently satisfied. I didn’t earn a lot of ass this way but I rarely went more than a couple months before I could find a girl online that would put out. I didn’t want a girlfriend or a long-term relationship and that’s the beauty of meeting girls online. You could always move onto the next one without repercussion.

On this night I was going to meet an older 37 year old. She looked pretty in her profile and I hadn’t found much for over a month and I was getting a bit desperate. We agreed to meet at a diner about 30 miles from my house for our date. When I arrived, I was sad to learn she was rather disappointing physically. Her profile pictures were glamour shots of her. She was heavier, and less pretty than the filters on her camera made her appear. Nevertheless I needed to get off so I entertained her unenthusiastically until the meal was finished. She said she was having a great time and wanted to come back to my place. We loaded up in my truck and started heading to the house for the only thing I was interested in. We stopped at a liquor store and she went and bought us some whiskey. She knew how old I was but she seemed eager to get me drunk and “climb you like a pole” as she put it.

When I got to the house I escorted her inside. She was mesmerized by the huge house and she could tell it was very expensive. Before we even walked through the living room to get to my room my date pushed me onto the couch and got on her knees in front of me. With skilled hands she removed my belt and stated removing my pants. I hadn’t ever screwed around with a date in the living room or anywhere outside my bedroom before. I rarely saw my mom so I didn’t expect her to come out of her room this late in the evening.

My date (Arlene) wasted no time pulling my dick from my pants and started sucking. I didn’t have a big dick but I never heard a girl complain about it’s size. Arlene skillfully bobbed, slurped, and sucked my dick like a pro. It was clear that she was a very experienced cock sucker. Arlene stopped sucking long enough to open the bottle of whiskey and take a long long draw from it. She handed me the bottle and then started sucking again. I took a swig but whiskey tastes awful to me so I left it at one. As Arlene sucked I could feel the orgasm approaching that she so expertly was pulling from my balls. She sensed this and stopped sucking. Arlene stood up and pulled off her knee length dress. I wasn’t impressed with her flesh colored bra and matching panties but I was close to nutting so I was fine with it. Then, she pulled her big ole panties off and the night took a strange turn.

No, she didn’t have a dick. Almost worse than that was the largest and must unkept bush I had ever seen. The hairs were long and thick. It was so unattractive to me that my erection almost instantly went limp. Arlene turned around to face away from me and started to sit on my dick and used her hand to grab my dick and direct it to that jungle of unkept mess. I started to panic because my dick was deflating in an effort to avoid the Chewbacca tunnel. Arlene stopped her motion in confusion and started jerking my dick to try to harden it back up. She quizzically looked at me and asked me what was wrong.

I know this is superficial to say and I don’t care what you think of me for saying it. I said “that bush is disgusting” as I looked at Arlene seriously. She looked away from me and hung her head. She sheepishly said “I Know, it’s been a long time. I wasn’t expecting to go home with anyone tonight. I’ve been lonely and just decided to meet you today. I can’t do anything right anymore. I’m sorry.”

I felt a bit bad for her but I just couldn’t get past that huge nasty bush. I decided I was over this whole night and I’d just jack off instead. Since I had nothing to lose I decided to be more direct with her to see if I could get what I wanted or not. Either way, I didn’t care. I looked at Arlene and said with my sternest voice “you are a good cocksucker, you should finish me with your mouth.” Surprisingly Arlene almost perked up as if I had given her a compliment. She returned to her previous position and started sucking my dick back to life while looking right at me. To be honest, This was probably the best sexual activity I had ever had. I had a much older woman expertly sucking my cock while looking right into my eyes as if she’s seeking approval. Her submissiveness and willingness to please was a huge turn on. As She sensed me closing in on an orgasm again she momentarily pulls her mouth away and says “tell me when you’re about to cum.” I nodded and she started sucking vigorously again. The unstoppable pressure was about to geyser. I said “here it comes” as per our agreement. To my utter disappointment Arlene pulled her mouth away, used her hand to point my dick towards me and with a lackluster stroke forced me to blast my nut all over my stomach and my chest.

Moments after I settled from nutting I looked at Arlene who was rapidly getting dressed. I calmly asked “why did you make me cum on myself.” Arlene looked at me and said “I don’t like cum, I just can’t even.” I rolled my eyes and pulled my cum soaked shirt over my head. As I did so Arlene said “next time we will have to get you completely naked boy”. I was mildly irritated from the mess and without hesitation fired back “there isn’t going to be a next time.” That stung her I could tell. She was almost outing when she sheepishly asked if it was because of her bush. Feeling robbed from a proper nut I said, “No Arlene, It’s because your too old for me. You have a giant bush, huge granny panties, and who would want to be with a girl who hates cum? News flash, that’s the goal when you have sex is to cum.” I said in a mildly rude tone. Arlene looked at me with disgust and started bawling loudly. “I’m sorry” she said through her sobbing “I can’t do anything right” as she almost whaled. I shushed her and got really close to her trying to keep the noise level down. “Look” I said, “it’s not all bad. Your energy is great and you are sexy, I just have different tastes than you do is all. I’m sorry I said that. I’m just being a jerk for no reason.”

Arlene soften her sobs and said “please tell me what to do. I’ve never felt more insecure in my life. What do I have to do to make you actually want me.” I tried to use the whole, it’s not you it’s me thing but she didn’t buy it. She wanted a truthful answer. She wanted to know how to get me to fuck her. I said “I’ll level with you, What I find most attractive in a woman is a shaved pussy, sexy underwear, and a strong desire for my cum.” Arlene looked at me and nodded as if she was taking mental notes. I told Arlene that I better get her back to her car. She was visibly sad that she wasn’t going to be staying the night. I went over my room to retrieve a fresh shirt. I put it on and went back towards the living room. When I did so, I saw my mother towards the other end of the house in the hallway. She was sitting in the hallway with her back up against the wall. She was about 10 feet past the living room. She was slouched looking down. I froze for a moment thinking she may have heard Arlene and I. I continued to the living room and grabbed my keys, Arlene was ready to go. Right before we went to leave I watched my mother stand on her nubs and walk into her bedroom.

I took Arlene back to her vehicle. There wasn’t much conversation during the drive. When we arrived, Arlene wrote her number down on a piece of paper from her purse and sat it in my cup holder. “I’ll do better next time I promise” is all she said before kissing my cheek and getting out of my truck. I returned home, and I did not see my mom when I walked in. I played a few games online and finally went to bed.

I got around about noon the next day. I approached the kitchen after a piss and I was surprised to see mon sitting at the table we rarely used. She was sipping coffee and acknowledged me when I entered. “Hey honey” she said as she looked at me with a smile. The scars and the unkept hair couldn’t distract that she seemed very warm and inviting now. “I need a new fancy computer and you’re the expert” she said. “Sure, what do you plan to use it for?” I asked interested in her new-found interest. Up until now she barely used her phone or tablet for anything other than ordering things she didn’t want to go to the store to buy. “I need to find a hobby or something. I think a new computer will help me find friends or projects” she said. Her statement was reasonable, so I offered to help. I ordered her a nice desktop setup with two large screens and all the bells and whistles for a modern computer. My mother stared over my shoulder as I ordered her setup from my laptop.

“What does cum taste like?” my mother said catching me off guard. I’d never heard a thing even remotely inappropriate come out of my mother’s mouth before and I was at a loss for words. “I assumed you were expecting her to let you release in her mouth… what does it taste like?” My mother looked at me curiously not with anger or frustration. “I’m not sure mom, I am really sorry I let you hear that “I said unsurely. “I’ve seen girls do it online before, but I’ve never tasted it before.” Mom said as she looked down at the floor. She immediately and unsuspectingly burst into tears. She sobbed uncontrollably, and I felt heartbroken and uncomfortable at the same time. I wrapped my arms around her and tried to comfort her as best I could given the situation I was in.

“You humiliated her, you refused sex with her, you called her disgusting… and she’s a million times more attractive than me. I’m a fucking legless disgusting freak who has no happiness in my future” she said during continued sobbing. I hugged her tighter and did my best to consolidate her. “Listen mom, I’m sorry you heard that. I was being a jerk to her. I’m sure if you tried you could find someone who loves you just as much as I do.” I said compassionately. “One last try, that’s all I’m doing. I want this computer to maybe find someone in the entire world who would find me attractive. If this doesn’t work, I’m finished.” She said as she tried to compose herself. I’m not sure if she was referring to suicide or not, but I knew I wanted to help her if I could. “I’m 42 years old and I’ve had sex four times in my life. My 18 year old son has had more sex than I have. I’ve never even given a real blowjob while that slut from last night was willing to do anything that you, a stranger, wanted. It was pathetic how needy she was to please you and allowed you to humiliate her. It was pathetic, she was pathetic, yet I was jealous that she at least had one intimate moment with someone who didn’t find her completely repulsive.” I stayed silent after that statement. I was in both shock because of her boldness, and understanding of her needs.

Mom took another drink of her coffee and I could smell the odor of alcohol in the air. She must have added some to her coffee. She really needed to dial back the whiskey by noon. She stood up and walked towards her room. “Things are going to change around here. If not, I’m going to roll over and die.” She said as she left for her bedroom.

I went back to my room and played some games while I thought about what mom had said. She really did need more purpose in life and someone who could care for her as a woman. I decided right then I would be more supportive of my mother and do what I could to help her. I decided to go out and get her something nice from the store, so I headed off into town. I txt my mom and asked what she wanted for dinner. I informed her that I wanted to watch a movie with her tonight and just hang out. She responded quickly and indicated that hanging out would be nice and that she would eat whatever I brought home.

I wasn’t sure what to get her, but I wanted to lift her spirits some. I picked up a movie and got a great idea for mom. Before the accident she used to always cook supper from scratch. I picked her up all the ingredients to make a homemade pizza. I got us a couple matching aprons. Mom’s apron said, “Mom’s kitchen is seasoned with love.” I gathered all the things and headed home excited to help lift my mom’s spirits. When I was almost home, I saw that piece of paper with Arlene’s number on it. I kind of felt like a jerk for what I did to her the other night. I decided to txt her and apologize for what I did to her. “Hey Arlene, it’s Shane from last night.” She responded within seconds “Hey you, I’m sorry about last night. I shaved everything off this morning for you lol” Wow! Is all I could say this girl was freaky and my dick lurched at the potential options she presented. I pulled into the driveway and carried in the groceries. My phone chirped twice indicating I got new messages as I walked in and set stuff down all the goodies.

I grabbed my phone and saw a message from mom and Arlene. Mom asked me to pick up some shaving cream on my way home. I replied to her “I just got home but I have plenty in my bathroom if you want to use it for now.” I opened the message I got from Arlene and I was pleased to be presented a photo of her pussy from above that was obviously recently shaven. The caption said “the hairless wonder is sorry” … I chuckled to myself and I was impressed at this lady’s forwardness. “looks great, if you want to show it to me tonight I will be free after 10ish” I said knowing my chances were pretty good. Mom walked into the kitchen right then wrapped in her robe. I presented her the apron and told her I wanted to make a homemade pizza with her. For the first time in awhile my mom smiled and agreed that my idea was a good one. I bent down and gave her a hug. She said she was going to borrow my shaving cream and go take a bath before we got started. When she left, I checked my phone for more messages from Arlene and I wasn’t disappointed. “hell yes baby, and I want you to cum wherever you want tonight. I will do whatever you want, Momma’s gonna be a good girl” I was taken back by her forwardness and the use of the word momma. I was so disappointed when I met her and now I think this fuck toy may be the best thing I’ve ever found. “Good, Come by around 10, choose your clothing wisely. Also, bring some toys for entertainment. DO NOT DISSAPONT.” I sent her. I wasn’t sure what to expect but I liked how submissive she was and the idea of playing with some kinky toys was intriguing.