Bathing my stepson.

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Hello everyone I am back after a nearly two year hiatus.
And I am looking for a male partner to play my disabled veteran stepson.

Molly

Age 43

Five feet 9 inches

Weight 140 pounds

Eyes brown

Hair brown shoulder length

Bra size 34F and yes they are natural.

An airport in Arkansas Miss Molly McGee a 43 year old single mother is waiting for her stepson to arrive. He was badly injured while serving in Afghanistan with U.S. Army's 1st infantry division.

He lost both legs from the knee down and a section of his left arm as she waits for him she runs her fingers over her silver cross necklace , and periodically checks her watch.
 
Greg shook the sleep from his eyes as he felt the jostle to the aircraft as the landing gear made contact and the airframe went through braking procedures.

Patiently he sat while the able-bodied passengers retrieved there carry-ons and slowly negotiated their way down the aisle to the skyway and into the airport gate area.

The kind and accomodating flight crew had arranged for him to be situated in a vacant first class seat, and he was grateful. He had politely declined the offers of alcoholic beverages from the other first class travellers, but had partaken of the snacks and light lunch provided by the professional flight staff. Eatiing without the use of his dominant left hand was no easy task, but he was making proress with his right hand. He had jokingly asked the attendant in first class to refer to him as "Lefty" she was a youngish blonde, whose blouse had mysteriously become slightly unbuttoned during the course of the flight. He was thankful for the consideration on her part for attempting to make his flight more pleasant. Truth be told, he found his attention drawn more to the older, full-figured woman seeing to the business class cabin. She too had been accomodating, dropping a blanket over him in passing, and smiling and winking in passing more than once.

When all but he had disembarked, both attendants worked together to lift him into his mobility chair, and escorted him off to the skyway. He used the chair's joystick to negotiate his way up the skyway, the cloying scent of the business class attendant's perfume still in his nostrils.

Yet another young boy stood to salute him as he emerged into the gate area. He released the joystick to salute back with a grin, not for the first time today. A father stooped to offer a handshake and thanks for his service.

The Big Red 1 insignia on his dress uniform tunic shoulder was lost on most airport travellers, but he wore it with pride in spite of the heavy price his body had paid in service of his unit.

He was casting his eyesight about him, looking for her....then the crowd broke and there she was....
 
Molly immediately ran to her stepson . Her red stilleto high heels clicking on the floor. When she located her stepson she got on her knees placed her hands on his face. And began kissing it " oh my sweet dear son your home your finally home when she finally stopped she grabbed his military luggage and they headed out to the parking lot.

When she got their Molly unlocked the van got the ramp deployed and guided Greg onto it. Once he was on board the vehicle she folded up the ramp got into the vehicle and strapped the chair down once that was done Molly got into the driver's seat started it up and they headed home.
 
Greg was nearly bowled over by Mom's enthusiastic greeting, an doubtless would have if he'd been able to stand.

The click of her heels as she ran to him punctuated the relief and excitement of being home again. Her pasting his face with her kisses was smothering and he found himself laughing at her eagerness to welcome him. Her deep cleavage was unmistakably pressing into him as she leaned into him. He colored a little at the physical contact, but wouldn't think to object. He'd been deployed for months, and then there were the months of recovery in theater which hadn't permitted him such close contact with an interested female.

Naturally, his tightness in his groin, constrained by the military uniform pants (abruptly shortened and pinned back where his legs now ended) made itself an issue. Nothing he could do about that now, but he was worried were she to notice it. The shrapnel from the RPG blast and shrapnel had shredded his legs, but the shifted armor plate had miraculously saved him from receiving the Most Feared Wound of All.

He shifted to make himself more comfortable as Mom negotiated his mobility chair out to and onto the accessibility van, and sighed at the familiar scenes of home territory as she drove them home.

"How have you been, Mom?"
 
I have been doing alright overall the house been completely redone to accommodate your wheelchair for you. Accept for the bathroom the contractors did the best they could but they just couldn't get the door way wide. To accommodate your wheelchair so when it's time to get cleaned up. Or if you need to do your bathroom business I will have to carry you into the bathroom.

In fact when we get home I am going to thoroughly bathe you the shower has been modified so you can shower by yourself but for now I am going to bathe you and I won't take no for an answer.

When we get home I park the van shut down the motor get your wheelchair unstrapped and get the ramp deployed.

Then I guide your wheelchair onto the ramp once you're off of it. I grab your military luggage fold the ramp up lock the van up and then we go into the house.
 
Bathe me? Hmmmm. True, I had the help of the medical support staff in the recovery ward to assist me, and there is only so much one can do with one's hand and no legs to lean on or move around with, but I had assumed we would look to the VA or some private arrangement to establish in-home assistance.

My own Mom (well, stepmom) bathing me at my age?

"Uhhhh, Mom, I really think we should see about hiring somebody, don't you? I mean, do you really want to see your son in all his....well...." I couldn't really articulate the main point of my objection, even though the main point was making an obvious bulge in my abbreviated trousers!

I guided the chair up the ramp,. wondering how I was going to talk her out of this uncomfortable situation, while at the same time unable to escape how flattering and suggestive her outfit was on her.
 
" honey I love you and I won't mind seeing you naked at all. When I was younger I had my fair share of boyfriend's and I had to see them naked when we had sex.
And besides I don't want just anyone taking care of your personal needs.

After showing you around the house I put your military luggage away in your room. Then I guide your wheelchair over to the bathroom after shutting down the power to your wheelchair.
I unhook your seatbelt gently pick you up and Carry you into the bathroom. Lay down on the floor and remove your uniform when I pull your boxers off I see your erection.
But I ignore it I open the shower door and sit you on the shower chair and fasten the safety belt.

Then I remove my red stilleto high heels then I remove my dress. https://www.amazon.com/Design-Olivi...=shirt+dress&qid=1569516057&s=gateway&sr=8-21

Then I slide my panties off https://www.fruit.com/women/underwear/briefs/womens-beyondsoft-brief-6-pack/6DBSBR2.html

Once I am undressed I get the into the shower turn on the water . Grab the bottle of soap and a wash cloth and I begin to bathe you I start with your hair then I wash your face ears neck and shoulders. The remaining section of your left arm your leg stumps chest and stomach.

When I reach your groin area I look at your erection and your swollen testicles. Do you want me to help you with that sweetie?
 
"uh, I can probably get that myself, Mom...."

Without thinking, I grasp myself, and begin stroking with my right hand.

"maybe you could add some soap for me?"

I am mesmerized by the shower water coursing over your large breasts, trickling down your abdomen, running between your thighs....
 
" of course I put some soap on your hand and then I watch you grab your penis and then I resume bathing you. Once I finish bathing you I wash my self as thoroughly as possible. And I make sure to give as much privacy as I can.
 
The lurid situation does unthinkable things to my physically aroused state as Mom rinses off and leaves the shower.

"You should probably leave quickly, Mom....I....I....."

Unable to resist any longer, before you are able to retreat from the room, I find myself awash in my own semen, and it copiously spreads across my abdomen and stroking hand.

I'm going to need a hand rinsing this off...
 
I get back into the shower and I grab the bottle of soap and the wash cloth. Then I clean up all the semen that shot of your penis. Then I grab your now soft penis. and thoroughly wash it and your testicles.
 
I can't help but groan in reaction to your hand on my still hard erection. Your hands lifting and rinsing my heavy balls does nothihg to quell my yearning and arousal. I know this can't be considered proper behavior with my Mom, but my equipment is so much at your mercy now, and everything about this situation seems improper but unavoidable.

"Mom..."
 
yes honey what is it? Do you want me to help you with this? Because if you do just tell me and I will help you.
 
"I.....I think I need to towel off, Mom. I hope you aren't disgusted that I wasn't able to hold back just now. I haven't....since before that mountaintop in Kandahar.....I...."
 
" I am not disgusted you are a young man who has a healthy libido. And you needed relief from severe sexual frustration in fact it looks like you need some more relief. I get on my knees when you feel like you are about to come just do it you don't have to warn me just let it shoot out of you.

I slowly take your erect penis into my mouth until it's all the way inside of my mouth then I close my lips around it and I begin to give you a blowjob. I go slowly at first then I gradually increase my speed.
 
My head rolls back with the sensations as Mom's mouth engulfs me.

I gasp "No, you can't....Mom.....this...unhhhh...fuck.....Mom, this isn't ....."

My fist wraps into your hair to drag you off of me....
 
I grab your hand and hold it down then I resume the blowjob. I am going to give you the relief that you desperately need from your sexual frustration.
 
Speechless but for my compulsive grunts and other inadvertant gasps, my fist clenches as your mouth works me over.

Fuck me, but Dad was a lucky man to have this mouth working him over. My head starts to spin as I feel another convulsion coming on.

"Fuck, this is so fucking wrong!"
 
I keep sliding my cock back and forth over your rock hard penis. I am determined to make sure you shoot out as much come as possible.
 
The first mouth, let alone cunt, on my cock in months soon has me jerking in my seat as the sucking mouth draws forth my involuntarily orgasm.

More so than my prior orgasm which was accidental based on circumstances, this one is rife with all that is twisted and wrong. My departed father's wife is acting as my own cum repository, out of the merciful goodness of her heart, to ease my sexual frustration....

"You're a bad mother, aren't you, Mom?"
 
I stop sucking for a few minutes " no I am not I am just giving my dear sweet stepson a blowjob." Then I resume sucking on your erect penis.
 
I groan in response, my right hand now coming to rest on the top of your bobbing head.

"But you must know this isn't proper! no matter how good (fuck!) it feels.....are you able to take me into your throat?"
 
Yes I can do that don't touch my head. I open my mouth a little wider I want to make sure all! Of your come shoots into my mouth and goes down my throat.
 
When I feel your penis tighte up I closed my mouth around it and relaxed my throat muscles and then suddenly you start to come I swallow every drop of it.
Your hot white come feels good going down my throat.
 
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