Roger James got out of school and headed for home. He hurried, wanting to get home to his daily afternoon pleasure. When he got there, the nurse had just finished feeding Mom her afternoon snack. When his Mom heard the door open, she turned her head painfully and smiled, moving her hand slightly and wiggling her fingers painfully slow. She'd been mostly bedridden since the car accident, five years previously, that had taken her husband and left her a paraplegic with very limited use of her upper limbs and hands. She had very little feeling around her chest and none from her waist down.

Roger, at seventeen, was the youngest of five children the couple had produced. He'd come along almost eight years after his sisters and, as the youngest and only boy, had been spoiled his whole life. After his birth, his mother had her tubes cut, she didn't want any more surprises, she'd smiled at her husband. Roger had been twelve when the accident happened, and he grew up fast. At the time, his youngest sister was engaged to a Marine. His other sisters had already married and, since they lived so close to the military installation, they'd also all married Marines and were now pretty much scattered around the world. At sixteen, he was the only one left at home and he had no intention of leaving. He was happy here, with his mother.

The young man fluffed and piled his mother's pillows at the head of the bed then helped the day nurse get her out of the wheelchair and into bed, adjusting her so she half-reclined on the pillows. The LPN kept up a running chatter, telling him how his mother's day had gone and other aches and pains she had. She reminded him of his mother's doctor's appointment the next day and that she'd already ordered transportation for nine in the morning in case he was interested in coming along. She said that she could handle it herself either way.

Roger told her he could take care of his mother for the next couple of hours until the night nurse got here if she needed to leave early. It was a daily ritual with them. He always offered and she always took him up on it. Within five minutes the nurse was out the door with a quick "thank you, see you tomorrow." She, or her relief, would see Roger, but they wouldn't usually see the night nurse since Roger usually made her the same offer. The young man saw the nurse to the door and locked it. The night nurse had a key, so did the day nurse for that matter, and she'd let herself in. He hurried back upstairs, stopped off in his room to change into a nice pair of boxers before going back in his mother's room.

"I love you, Mom," his voice huskily sexy.

"I love you, too, baby," Mom responded, smiling broadly, her eyes sparkling expectantly.

Roger pulled her covers down and, taking his mother by the ankles, gently slid her down until her feet almost touched the footboard, her nightgown rolling up her back.

"Whee-ee," she chuckled, still smiling at her baby boy, "are you that horny sweetheart," she sighed happily.

"I guess I am," he smiled, reaching to unbutton her nightgown.

She chuckled throatily and tried to help him slide her arms out of the sleeves. Roger patiently and gently pulled them free, half-rolled her and easily slid her other arm free.

"Wanna eat my pussy, baby? I love to watch you suck my cunt."

She couldn't feel anything from it, but her body reacted naturally and got all wet, gushing with unfelt orgasms. When she watched him suckling on her clittie and pussy, memories of her husband eating her out would give her a virtual orgasm in her mind and she'd actually cum, sometimes cumming hard.

Roger didn't answer, he just slipped her panties down her legs and tossed them atop her nightgown. His mother loved to watch him, so knowing that, he propped her up, lifting her shoulders and shoving pillows behind her.

"Comfy? Can you see alright?" he smiled, kissing her cheek.

"Um, hm. Yes, baby," she smiled.

He lovingly kissed from her feet up to her thighs, hearing his mother catch her breath with the remembered touch of her husband's lips caressing her soft thighs. She closed her eyes and remembered . . . remembered his pressing lips, his firm tongue slapping her engorged clittie as he dug it out from between her soft folds. She glanced down and watched her son doing the same thing. She couldn't quite see his lips, but she knew he was nibbling her pussy lips, she'd seen the marks when he'd once accidentally bitten her too hard. She knew his mobile tongue slapped at her engorged clittie and every once in a while, she'd hear the air farting into her pussy as he took his mouth off it.

As for Roger, his prick was so stiff and hard that he wanted to plunge it into her. Wanted to fuck her hard . . . but he held off. He felt her hand come to rest on his head and her fingers caressing his hair gently. She had very little movement in her arms and hands, but she had enough to be able to move her hand onto his head and enjoyed the little bit of feeling in her fingers as she caressed it. Roger pulled her lips apart and licked her clittie, nibbling it gently. When he felt her cream wetting his chin, he lowered his mouth and plunged his tongue into her inviting vagina, sucking as if trying to swallow her whole from the inside out. He heard her rapid panting, then a gasp as her hand shook on his head. He marveled at her ability to have an orgasm in spite of feeling nothing from her groin. She'd once told him that sex was mostly in the mind and she had some darn good, sexy memories, leaving it at that. He smiled now and went back to sucking the delicious creaminess out of her, smiling as he heard the noise the air made as her cunt sucked it back in.

"That was beautiful, honey," Mom smiled gently at him, "thank you."

"I love it, Mom," Roger smiled, wiping her slick, shiny cream off his chin and lips as he slid up beside her.

He turned her head slightly, tilting her chin up and pressed his lips to hers, softly and sweetly. She smiled up at him as she lay with her legs splayed wide, unable to move them back. She managed to drop her arm down onto his thigh and, as her finger scrabbled uselessly on it, Roger reached down and put her hand on what she reached for. She loved feeling his stiff prick. Loved touching it with what little feeling she had in her fingers.

She opened her mouth and Roger sent his tongue between her soft lips, caressing her toothless gums. Most of her teeth had been knocked out in the accident and most of the remainder had been broken. Those, as well as the remaining two teeth had been pulled more for her comfort than of necessity. She was happy with that because when she suckled on her boy's cock, she could feel his burgeoning manhood with her entire mouth - gums and palate. She was also grateful that her taste buds hadn't been affected and she could taste his cum. She loved the flat, slightly salty, milk of magnesia flavor.

As she licked the flavor of her pussy off his lips, he reached down and gently pushed her legs farther apart, yanked his shorts off and tossed them, then slid over her closest leg and settled on top of his mother. Pulling off her lips, he smiled and sat back, pulling her other leg up and pushing both her knees even with her waist.

"Fuck me good, baby," she sighed, smiling dreamily up at him, "I want your hot cum deep inside me."

She enjoyed talking dirty. It was one of the few pleasures, besides giving herself to her son, that she had left.

"Ooh, Momma," he smiled, "I'm gonna fuck your pussy until your tonsils feel the head of my cock."

Looking down, she saw his hips shoving forward, his thick cock ramming into her. The sight made her tremble with remembered lust.

"Um-m-m," she whimpered, "I want you to fuck my tonsils after you cum, baby. I wanna taste my pussy on your cock, hm?"

"Oh-h-h, Momma!" Roger gasped, pounding heavily into her, "oh, fuck, Momma!"

Doris' head bounced on the bed as Roger rammed hard and stiff into her, jolting her body with each heavy slam of his hips. She loved to feel him rocking her. It made her feel alive. Made her feel that she was worth something. At least worth the pleasure she gave her son. With an effort of will, she managed to bring her arms up. Roger reached around and helped her lay them on his shoulders. She managed to wrap them around his neck, her outspread fingers once more running through his hair. She smiled and turned her head enough so that she could kiss the side of his head as he pounded heavily into her.

A few moments later she cried out softly as she came again. Her memory worked with her imagination as she remembered the feel and power of her husband's pistoning cock ramming deep into her, reaming her pussy so wonderfully as it bounced the bulbous head off her cervix. She'd so loved the little twinges from deep inside her and gasped, cumming again as she remembered his cock rubbing against her rough little g-spot. Roger moaned as he felt her silky-smooth cunt tighten and shudderingly grip him.

"Yes, baby," Doris crooned softly, "fuck me hard, baby," she panted as her vivid imagination and strong memories came rushing back, "oo-ooh-h-h, baby! Fuck me, baby! Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me-ee-ee!"

The feel of her son's strong shoulders, the feel of his lips on hers, the feel of his hair in her hands . . . the feel of him rocking her body with his thrusting hips all felt so wonderful. She tightened her embrace and held his head to the side of her face, whimpering her lust and delight at the pleasure she could feel him getting from her clutching pussy.

"Momma!" Roger, gasped raising his head to look into her eyes, "Momma! Mom-m-ma-a-a!" he cried.

She smiled quietly into his eyes. She knew he was cumming as he rammed into her and held her tightly, his head arching back. She could feel herself quivering with the shuddering of his tightly pressed hips in her. She remembered how good the warmth of her husband's spermy cum had felt as he'd planted his seed deep inside her . . . and she shuddered, her eyes fluttering as her imagination gave her another orgasm. Roger backed up and again drove deep into her softly yielding cunt, firing another blast of his spermy cream into her. She shivered with delight at the idea that it was her son filling her with his sperm. She loved him so much. She wished that she hadn't had her tubes tied after he was born. She wished that he could impregnate her so she could give him that token of her love for him.

"My sweet baby," she murmured in his ear as he collapsed on her, the last drops of his cum oozing out of him and into her, melding with her own luscious orgasmic cream, "it was so good, honey," she murmured softly, "so very good."

For a few minutes, Roger lay on his mother, panting softly as he nuzzled the sweet softness of her womanly throat, kissing it gently, laving it with his tongue. Doris clung to his neck arching her head to better enjoy his gentle kisses. Her memory and imagination gave her another small aftershock orgasm as she remembered how good her husband's cock had felt seated in her cum soaked cunt and she gave a deep, shuddering sigh of pleasure. She let her arms fall off her son's head and smiled up at him.

"You really amaze me, Mom," Roger murmured softly, wrapping his arms around her shoulders, "are you sure you don't feel anything in your hips? I mean, you feel so damn responsive, you cream and cum deliciously."

"I've told you before, baby," Doris tried to bring her arms up under his shoulders but failed, "sex is ninety-nine per cent in the mind and my memory and imagination give me all the feeling I used to have before . . ."

"Yes, Momma, I believe it. B-but it's just all so very incredible. I'm amazed every time we make love."

Roger lay on his mother for a long while, enjoying the soft, involuntary, gripping spasms of her uncontrolled cunt. He pushed his softening prick deeper into her as it began slipping out and she murmured softly, her words unintelligible as she dozed. She'd finally managed to get her arms to cooperate enough to move them onto his back. She wasn't uncomfortable with the way she lay, she couldn't feel any pain from her wide-splayed legs and didn't know if they hurt. She truly enjoyed her son's weight pressing down on her, pinning her to the bed. She couldn't move anyway, so it was just as well.

"Is it . . . was it good for you, baby? Hm?" Doris finally broke the companionable silence.

"It was wonderful, Momma. It always is."

"That's good. Now lemme taste your cock, baby," she whispered, "fuck my mouth with your soft, cum-wet cock, okay?"

"Yes, Ma'am!" he chuckled

He may have been young enough to almost instantly spring up hard, but fucking her twice daily kept him pretty drained. As his mother waved her arms feebly and wiggled her fingers, Roger pulled them up and set her hands on his cock, holding them until she'd closed her lips around his thick, soft cock.

"Um-m-m," she smiled up at him around his cock.

"Fuck, you got a sexy smile," he chuckled at her.

She pushed him out with her tongue for a second.

"I'll bet you say that to all the girls in whose mouth you stuff your prick," she giggled and slurped him back between her toothless gums.

"You are wonderful, Mom," Roger sighed.

"Um-m," she hummed in response, her mouth full of his soft prick.

She pushed her tongue, into his foreskin, skillfully rolling her tongue and sucking the skin over it, her tongue-tip digging into and rubbing his cum-slit and swallowed her cum-flavored spit. She loved his taste. Loved the feel of his soft prick.

"Uh-hm-m-mh-h-h," Roger leaned his forehead on the headboard, shivering with the pleasure of her working tongue.

His mother pushed his foreskin back with her tongue and licked around the sensitive rim of his corona, pulling a gasp of pleasure from him. He grasped her head, his weight supported by his knees and forehead and, as she clamped her soft, toothless gums on his shaft, he pushed his semi-stiff prick to the back of her throat. She closed her eyes and gulped, her throat squeezed him and he gasped his pleasure again. She was happy that he loved what she was doing for him and held her breath as she swallowed again.

"Aw-w-w, Mo-o-o-m," he groaned and, although he couldn't get harder, it felt deliciously wonderful - to both of them.

A long while later, Roger sighed and sat back. Her licking tongue had washed the flavor clean off his pink cock-head and she'd loved it, but her jaws had tired. Leaving his mother obscenely displayed, he retrieved a warm wet washcloth to clean her off. She lay smiling, her eyes half-closed and wiggled her fingers at him as he walked to the bathroom. On returning, he made quick work of cleaning off her cum-oozing cunt. Doris smiled once more as he lovingly kissed her vulva, sliding his tongue between her lips and giving her clittie a "see you later" slap with it. He smiled up at her and she giggled softly as he made a "divinely pleasured" face at her. Going to her dresser drawer, he dug around in it and came up with a red pair of sexy, high-hip panties and pushed them under her pillow.

"For in the morning," he teased, "give the examining doctor a thrill," he chuckled at her.

"I'll just bet," she laughed, "if it doesn't give him a heart attack. It's old Dr. Olson."

"Maybe it'll give him a hard-on attack," Roger teased, chuckling, "how'd you like him to lay you on his examination table and fuck you into walking again?"

He pulled a fresh nightgown from her closet and brought it to her as she laughed.

"If it would get me walking again, I'd fuck him daily," she was still laughing.

"If he did, could I still have some of the leftovers?" he teased back.

"Sweetheart, I'd never give you up, even if it meant that I could run the Boston Marathon. After all that therapy, I just hope I can get these arms working so I can really hug you."

"That would be wonderful, Mom."

Roger slipped one of her arms in the sleeve of a fresh nightgown and pushed her forward. As gently as he could, he pulled her other arm around and slipped it into the other sleeve. Tucking the back of it as close as he could to her butt. Laying her back, he adjusted her collar, buttoning it down the front. Rolling her onto her side, he pulled the hem down, straightening it as much as he could, then rolled her onto her other side and did the same thing. Pulling the skirt down, he finished buttoning it up, adjusted it so she looked presentable and sat back to admire his handiwork. Doris smiled up at her son and mouthed a heartfelt "thank you." He smiled back and mouthed "I love you."

They smiled at each other, basking in each other's after-sex glow as Roger quickly adjusted her pillows, straddled her waist and, gripping her under her arms, slid her back up on them. After lifting her head and freeing her long hair from under her shoulders, he got off the bed, pulled his boxers back on and picked up her clothes, taking them to the dirty clothes hamper. Dropping back in bed beside his mother, he kissed her gently. She couldn't help but smile at him as he peeled his lips back, his longish tongue curling up and clinging to her bare upper gums.

"Tomorrow morning," he whispered.

"What about tomorrow morning," she whispered back.

"Tomorrow morning, would you gum my cock? Hm? I love how you suck my cock."

"I love sucking your cock, you nasty little boy," she chuckled.

Roger smiled, reached across her for the remote control and kicked on the TV. Laying her hand on her belly, he put the remote in it and leaned over her face, kissing her cheek and jaw, caressing her hand as she smiled, her eyes closed, enjoying his attentions.

"Gotta go put some clothes on, I'll be back shortly," he whispered, "night nurse will be here soon. Can't have her see your big boy half-dressed."

"Okay, big boy," she smilingly nodded, her eyes dreamily half-closed.

She really enjoyed their sessions. She loved touching him, feeling him rocking her body with his strong, manly hips. It made her feel useful, made her feel as if her useless body was still good for something besides lying uselessly. Besides, it at least it kept the bedsores off, she giggled to herself. Um-m-m, what a way to keep them off.

He was back a few minutes later, dressed in belted jeans and a tee shirt, socks on his feet but shoeless. He climbed back in bed with his mother and lay back against the headboard. He made sure that she was modestly covered and they watched one of her favorite evening programs. They were laughing with the TV audience at the antics of Alf, the Alien Life Form when the night nurse came in - she'd let herself in. The nurse smiled a greeting, walked over and read the notes left by the day nurse. Roger cut the TV sound when the commercials came on and greeted the night LPN.

"I let the day nurse go home early," Roger continued, "didn't see the need for both of us to stay here since I was home."

It was the usual reason he gave her and the usual reason he used when he sent her home early as well, so he and his mother could make love each morning.

"Well, that's fine," the nurse set the clipboard down, "I see she didn't have a bowel movement at all today, however, she did empty her bladder . . ." then turning to his mother, "you're getting so you hardly need a diaper," she smiled, "however, I'll check later in case you have an accident, okay? Okay," she turned to Roger, "will you be getting up early tomorrow morning?" her usual hint about leaving early.

"Certainly," Roger smiled, "if I'm not up by four, tap on my door, okay?" he sat up and threw his feet off the bed side.

"Yes, sir," the nurse smiled.

"I got some homework to do," he stretched and turned to his mother, "I'll come and say goodnight when I go to bed, Mom, okay?"

"Okay, baby, see you later," she puckered and got a normal, mother-son kiss.

Roger went to back to his room, kicked on his TV and cracked his books. An hour later he had his homework done. He kept up with it, doing most of it during school hours and usually waited until the first library hour to finish what he'd done tonight, but since his mother had the doctor's appointment, he planned on going in long enough to turn in his homework then meet his mother at her hospital appointment. He watched the last of "Night Court," and shook his head at the idea of a naive judge in New York City. Judge Harry Stone. What a judge. When the program was over, he shut the TV off and went in to snuggle with his mother for a few minutes before saying goodnight.

He lay with her for a while, keeping her company while the nurse went to the bathroom. While the nurse was gone, he gave his mother a decidedly warm, unson-like good night kiss. She suckled on his tongue, swirling her tongue around and caressing and nibbling on his. Letting him go, she smiled up at him.

"That's what you can expect in the morning," she smiled.

"Whoo-ee-ee," the young man grinned, "I can hardly wait!"

Doris giggled as he waggled his eyebrows. She hadn't sucked his hard cock in over a week and she did love the taste and feel of it in her mouth. It was the only way she could actually feel him and she'd acquired a taste for his sweet cum since she'd been laid up. She'd sucked her husband off before, but she hadn't cared for the taste of his semen. Maybe it was his daily two to three cocktails, which Roger didn't touch alcohol, or maybe it was all the coffee her husband drank. Roger preferred water and milk, rarely drinking even iced tea. Either way, it was lovely to taste his cum, wonderful to feel him spurting in her mouth, delightful to feel him so helpless in her toothless mouth. They kissed again and he lay back just before the nurse came back in. A while later, he kissed her goodnight and went to his room, his stiff prick tight in his jeans.

As Roger got in bed, he thought of working off his hard-on, but the thought of fucking his mother's mouth held him off. He wanted to save it for her and fell asleep dreaming of the pleasures of her toothless palate.

The next morning, he was up by four and called out an "I'm up" when the night nurse tapped gently on his door. She still asked if he was up and he answered that he'd be there as soon as he cleaned up. She didn't answer, just went on to the bathroom. A few minutes later, as he rinsed the shaving cream off his face, he heard the bathroom door open and close and her footfalls as she walked back to his mother's room. A few minutes later, Roger walked barefoot and in jeans and tee shirt, into his mother's dimly lit room. From her regular breathing and soft snoring, he realized that she was still asleep. He glanced at the nurse quizzically and she smiled. Picking up the clip board, she made a couple more quick notes and laid it down, then stood, crooking her finger at the young man and picked up her sweater and purse as she headed for the door. Roger smiled down at his mother and followed the nurse.

"Good morning," she smiled.

"Good morning," Roger smiled back as they walked to the front door.

"She had a good a good bowel movement last night. She insisted that I get her to the bathroom," she smiled warmly, "she's a helluva sweet lady and quite a fighter. I do believe she's gaining some control of her insides and didn't let loose until she was on the pot."

"Well," Roger chuckled, "she told me that she had a good, strong memory and imagination and that's all it took for most things. I just wish that she could imagine herself walking."

"Well, yes, that would definitely be remarkable," the nurse nodded with a smile.

"Okay, Mrs. Brown," he shook his head to clear it, "I can handle it from here. Go spend some time with your kids and kiss them for me when you send them off to school, okay?"

"Yes, sir," she smiled as Roger helped her on with her sweater and walked her down the outside stairs, "I always do, and I add a little prayer for your mother."

"Thanks, I'm sure prayer never hurt anyone, besides you never can tell, it might help. All she wants right now is the use of her arms," he watched her until she got in her car.

"Bye," she waved, cranked the engine and drove off.

Roger waved, closed and locked the door and bolted up the stairs, as quietly as he could, to his sleeping mother. Just inside her door he shucked his clothes and, just before he slipped into bed with her, spotted the red panties on the night stand. He grinned and shook his head. Nurse Brown must have found them. As she felt him moving beside her, Doris snorted softly and open her eyes.

"Morning, baby," she smiled, turning her head painfully slow and smiling up at him.

"G'morning, Mom," he smiled, pressing his lips gently to her soft, sweet lips.

"Um-m-m," she sighed, "undress me. Get me naked and hold me, baby," she whispered her eyes slitted sleepily.

Roger quickly manipulated her until she lay naked. Noting that she was still wet from pissing, he got up and brought a warm, damp towel to wash her off and as well as a dry hand towel. Doris couldn't feel anything from her hips, much less whether the washcloth was cold or hot, but Roger still didn't want to chill her. Tossing the towels toward the laundry hamper, he snuggled beside her, pulling her into his arms gently.

"I love you, Mom," he whispered.

"And I you," she responded, ever the English teacher.

They lay comfortably for a few minutes as she yawned and came fully awake.

"Get me a drink of water, baby?" she sighed, smiling, "my mouth feels like a cat peed in it," she licked her lips, making them glisten enticingly.

"Yes, ma'am," Roger grinned, kissed her inviting lips and got out of bed.

When he walked back, he found her with her arms stretched over her head and feebly attempting to push on the headboard.

"The doctor said this would be good exercise," she explained, "uhmh-h-h," she pulled her arms back down.

Roger set the water on the night stand and, pulling her near arm down, pushed his under her shoulders and raised her up, sliding half under her to support her head. As he brought the glass to her lips, she brought her other arm, wavering with the effort, up and rested her hand on his. She took a couple of sips, tipped her chin up and he untipped the glass. The nurses all used straws with her, but Roger knew she preferred to drink as normally as possible and never used one.

"More," she breathed as she swallowed.

He tipped the glass again and she gulped several big mouthfuls before tipping her chin up and nodding. Roger set the glass back on the night stand and kissed her again. She smiled adoringly up at him and licked her lips, waggling her eyebrows suggestively.

"Ya ready to fuck my mouth, baby?" she grinned lasciviously, poking the pink tip of her tongue out at him.

"Um-m, hm-m," he grinned, his half-stiff prick coming fully alert almost immediately.

"Do you need to pull me down a little, baby?" she glanced up at the headboard.

"Yep."

Roger got up and dragged her by her ankles to the middle of her bed, lifted her hips and pushed a pillow under her butt, then a couple of pillows under her shoulders, raising them so her neck was arched and her head hung back and down. She smiled at his care and gentleness. He could have just pulled her head to him and rammed, hard and stiff, into her mouth and she'd have loved that, too. But she did love the feel of his balls bouncing on her nose and her baby boy loved to caress her baby-soft, un-toned body. The physical therapists worked hard with her, but even they couldn't work miracles. When he had her just right, he caressed her gently, watching her reflexive muscles twitch as his fingers tickled her ribs. She could barely feel it, but she smiled at his touch.

"Feed me," she teased, a memory of the play "Little Shop of Horrors" coming to her mind, "feed me your cock."

"Yes, ma'am," he grinned.

He caressed her arched neck and she smiled. She definitely felt that and she was eager to feel his cock plunging into her mouth and the delicious hurt of it's huge size - to her - burning down her throat. Roger knelt at her head as she opened her mouth wide, then . . .

"Wait, wait," she cried out.

"Uh . . ." he pulled back, then realized what she wanted as she tried to lift her arms trembling arms, so heavy, off the bed.

He reached down and took her arms, bringing her hands up to his cock's shaft.

"Thank you," she murmured, "now feed me," she chuckled throatily and opened her mouth once more.

Roger only smiled as he pressed his heavy cock-head through her welcoming lips.

"Um-m-m," his mother yummed as her son's cock sank between her smooth, toothless gums, smiling as she closed her eyes in pleasure.

Roger's low-hanging balls swung against his mother's closed eyes. She slitted them and gazed lovingly at them, reveling in the feel of his thick head sliding over her tongue. Roger let her suckle on his fat knob for a few seconds. Doris yummed a few times as she tasted his deliciously precious pre-cum. Her hands slid wobblingly up to his belly then, with her fingers scrabbling and grasping, pulled them onto his hips, gripping them as hard as she could which, with her weak muscles, felt less powerful than a newborn baby's grip.

Roger leaned forward and caressed her thighs, running his hands up over her soft, "mommy" tummy, feeling the soft corrugations of her stretch marks. She'd had five babies, including Roger and the reminders of them were all recorded here. As his mother suckled on his spongy knob, he bent and kissed her belly gently, realizing that he'd come from there and was as much a part of her flesh as her arms or legs. He leaned back, sliding his hands up, caressing her softly yielding breasts. So soft, so delicate, so very pliable. She felt his touch on them as if her skin was heavy canvas, but she still felt it and it made her feel good. Her nipples stiffened as her areola pimpled and goose bumps trekked up her body from them. She shivered pleasurably, trying to pull him deeper and deeper into her mouth with her weak, shaky arms. Wanting to have him ramming into her throat. As if in answer, Roger felt a shiver race up and down his back and he involuntarily thrust into her gulping throat. She swallowed, squeezing tightly with her gulp. Roger gasped as he felt the delicious, squeezing grasp on his cock-head.

"Oh-Momma!!" he gasped, backing up and ramming down her throat again, hard.

Doris shivered with the deliciously painful burning in her throat. His hard prick was so stiff, so hard. She could barely swallow his huge knob, but she swallowed again, her throat clutching and pulling him in deeper.

"Oh-Momma!!" Roger moaned again, "oh, GAWD, Momma!" he shivered uncontrollably.

Doris couldn't speak. For that matter, she couldn't breathe, but she loved her son and loved the idea that she was pleasing him the only way she presently could. She squinted her eyes, blinking as his balls smacked against them, the hair along the crack of his ass tickling her nose as she felt his rough yielding anus press against it. As she enjoyed the feel of his rough throat fucking, she thought that she might like licking it one of these days. Her hands gripped his hips weakly, riding them as he thrust in and out of her mouth, his spongy knob squeezing through to where her tonsils used to be.

She felt him shiver and shudder as he rammed deep into her throat, shaking as he held her tightly. She opened her eyes wide and saw his sac spasm and tighten. Saw his nuts throb and his cock's belly swell a second before she felt his hot cum splash down her throat. She panted, sucking in quick breath as he backed up, dragging his cock over her tongue. At last she got a taste of his deliciously creamy cum and closed her eyes, suckling it as he slammed back down her throat and sent another blast directly into her belly. One more, she thought lovingly, maybe two more and he'd back up and let her finish suckling his luscious sperm from his spurting cock.

She knew her son well. Over the nearly four years they'd been having sex - fucking, she corrected herself, loving the nasty sound of the word - she'd learned what he liked and how he liked it and she tried, as much as she could, to please him. Roger, as she'd predicted, gave her one last, big spurt and pulled back, rocking back and forth gently in her mouth. Doris suckled and slurped, swallowing her son's creamy goodness with pleasure. She loved the feel of his cock-head rubbing on her palate as she drinking down his spermy semen, loved caressing his stiff shaft with her tongue. However, all good things cum to an end and, after a while, Roger knelt back, pulling his mother's hands onto his shaft, letting his mother lick and slurp him clean. She caressed the length of his shaft as she suckled, enjoying the feel of his silky-smooth, soft skin as his prick slowly softened and shrank in her mouth.

"Um-m-m," she sighed, laying little kisses all over the shriveled head, "looks like that's all he's got," she sighed happily her fingers slowly moving over his soft, fleshy length.

"Afraid so, Momma," Roger sighed.

With a grunt, he sat back against the headboard and unbent his knees, straddling her shoulders from above. Carefully holding his mother's head up, he pulled the pillows out from under her shoulders and reached down, hooked his hands under them and pulled her up, laying her head on one of his thighs. Raising her head, he pulled her long hair free and fluffed it around his crotch, gently rubbing his cock and balls with it. He loved the silky feel of it caressing his soft prick. Doris turned her head slightly and smiled up at him. If her baby wanted to jack off in her hair, she'd willingly let him. She enjoyed pleasing him however he wanted her to please him. A few minutes later, Roger disengaged from her and threw his legs over the side of the bed.

"Gotta piss," he answered his mother's questioning look.

She nodded and smiled, lying back quietly. When Roger got back, he adjusted his mother, sitting her up against the headboard, a couple of pillows cushioning her back. With a deep sigh, he lay his head in her lap, kissing her soft thigh and caressing her damply slick cunt. With an effort, she raised her hand and lay it on his head, caressing his hair and smiling as she saw where his hand was.

"Turn on the TV, baby," she whispered softly.

Roger reached across her, stretching to reach the remote on the night stand. The red, high-rise panties lay on top of the controls. He hadn't been serious about her wearing them to the doctor's appointment and she knew it, but he might slip them on her one of these days. He wished she could at least stand by herself and felt guilty about taking advantage of her love for him by taking her sexually as she lay helpless. He'd said as much to her on several occasions, but she'd admitted that she'd found him hard to resist when he'd reached puberty, years earlier than most of his peers.

- - - - -

Doris had told him that she'd fallen in love first with his voice when it changed and deepened, then, as he shot up and reached her physical height at around the age of eleven, she fell for his tall, gangly looks. She already loved him as her son, but that changed to a different kind of love. The love of a woman for a man. A few years before the accident, she'd become more and more physically estranged from his father and figured that, had he survived another couple of years, they'd have likely divorced. Oh, yes, he'd given her some good memories, but later, as her figure changed with each baby she gave him, he became more and more disenchanted with her looks and began playing outside the marriage. It was something Roger couldn't understand. He loved his mother and as a boy, when he masturbated, his mind would continually return to her naked body, having accidentally seen her nude on several occasions.

The first time he'd seen her completely nude was when he'd once run back in the house to take a leak. His father was sleeping and she hadn't wanted to disturb him, so she'd used the hall bathroom. She was stepping out of the shower, naked except for the water streaming off her body when he'd busted in. He'd stopped and stared in fascinated amazement, staring at her ripe, womanly body, her large, heavily pendulous breasts, her sparsely furred vulva, down her slightly fleshy, quivering thighs as she moved, then down to her well-kept feet, her toenails painted a bright red. He thought that she was more beautiful than the Playboy centerfolds he so admired. It had only taken a few seconds, then he'd gasped and she'd looked up as she reached for a towel. Without covering up, she'd smilingly pointed at the door, one hand on her hip, and he'd quickly turned and run outside. In his consternation, his full bladder had released and he'd pissed his pants. The memory of her nudity had fueled his lusty hands for many days after. There were other times when he saw her nude or partly dressed, but that first time, stepping out of the shower, was his fondest memory.

After the accident that killed his father and left his mother an invalid, he help care for her, as much as a young man could. The insurance company finally began covering her bills, then several months later, Social Security kicked in and began paying for nursing care round the clock. Since he was still underage and unmarried, Social Security provided a small stipend for him as well. That would stop when he reached his eighteenth birthday. He'd been a horny little boy of thirteen when he'd snuggled up to his mother and daringly caressed her soft tummy. He'd snuggled up to her before, but this time he was so horny that he couldn't keep his hands off her. She hadn't felt him. At the time she could just barely wiggle her fingers and wasn't yet able to lift her arms. Roger, at first, was content to just touch her. But as he grew bolder, he pressed his crotch to her thigh and humped it slowly, careful not to jar her and wake her as she slept. She did a lot of sleeping as she mended and the hospice care nurses left her, with him, pretty much alone - and he was careful not to leave any of his cum smeared on her. By then he was caressing and fingering her pussy, feeling it dampen and gush orgasmically under his stimulation. Again he was careful to dry her off, not wanting to leave visible evidence of his sin.

One day as he fingered her pussy and humped her hip she opened her eyes and, since her head was slightly elevated on pillows, watched him masturbate on her thigh as he rubbed her pussy. She'd discovered his transgression several weeks previously and had been at a loss as to how to handle it. The day she opened her eyes to watch, her memories met her imagination and she had an honest-to-goodness mental orgasm, her body responding with her mind. Roger was surprised and shocked when she gasped and tossed her head and saw her watching and smiling at him.

"That was wonderful," she smiled, "but I'd prefer your penis to your hand."

Roger had gulped and stared, too surprised, embarrassed and ashamed to say anything. His mother tried to take his guilt away. Her heart pounded, not only excited by the idea that her son wanted to make love to her, but that she wanted him to.

"Wh-wha-a-at?" Roger had panted, his prick beginning to wilt.

"She won't be back for another hour. That's when she checks on me. All you have to do is push my legs apart, baby," she'd murmured and smiled, "come on . . . please, baby."

As if in a trance, Roger continued staring into his mother's soft grey eyes and gently pushed one knee over then the other until she was splayed out for him. She wasn't very hairy, never had been, so her pouting cunt lips stood out clearly, her inner labia glistening damply.

"Push your dick in, baby," she smiled again, "I won't move, promise."

Roger knew his mother couldn't move as he crawled between her legs and experimentally lay on her soft belly.

"You feel good on me, baby," she'd whispered, "but I can't feel if you're in me. Do I feel good to you?"

"Oh-h-h, Momma," Roger had tremulously whispered as he pushed back then forward, burying his stiff, young, growing prick between her soft folds, "yes-s-s-s it is-s!"

At thirteen, the boy was already taller than his mother and had a full-grown man's cock. She'd smiled softly as he pressed his cheek to hers, his hips found the rhythm and he gave up his virginity to his mother. In seconds, he blew his wad, planting his seed in his mother's reflexively clutching cunt. As he sighed and hugged her tightly, his cheek pressed to hers, he felt a cooling dampness on the side of his face. He raised up and wiped the moisture off, then, glancing down, saw that his mother wept quietly.

"Momma!" he'd gasped, "Momma! I'm so sorry, Momma!"

He'd jumped back, pulled up his trousers and knelt on the bed, holding her hand to his face with both of his as he began crying.

"Oh, Momma! I won't do it again, Momma," he'd wept, "I promise I won't do it again! I love you, Momma. Oh, God, Momma, I'm so, so sorry. Please, Momma . . ."

"Hush, baby, hush," she quieted him gently, "hush, now."

His tears continued to fall, but he quieted, his tears falling silently as he looked up at his mother's tear-stained face.

"Pull my feet together and come here, baby," she murmured softly.

Unable to speak, the mortified boy adjusted her feet and pulled her cover back up under her arms, trembling in shame.

"I'm sorry, Momma," he whimpered quietly.

"Don't be. You're my darling baby boy," she whispered with some effort, "lie here beside me and put your arms around me. Keep me warm, okay?"

Roger only nodded as he snuggled up beside her and hugged her.

"It's alright, baby. I've been watching you for a while and I finally decided that you needed more than rubbing on my leg, you know?" she smiled her eyes half-closed as if tired.

Roger was surprised. She'd been watching him. He was stunned. He'd thought that she'd been sleeping the whole time. She couldn't move and she couldn't feel anything below her waist. The nurses kept her naked from her waist down, a large dry pad under her, and only dressed her in a short pajama top. They said that it was much easier to clean her up that way.

"You're my big, growing boy and I want you to be happy. If it makes you happy to have sex with me, then I want you to have sex with me whether I can feel anything or not. And I can't get pregnant anyway. I had my tubes cut," which Roger didn't then understand, "so it's okay, baby. It was good. I couldn't feel it, but I've got a good memory and a wonderful imagination and I remember how it used to be . . . before you were born."

It was a long speech for her weak body and she finally quieted down. The boy sniffled for a little while and snuggled tighter against her. She'd said that it was okay with her if he had sex with her and he slid his hand over her clothed breast.

"I can feel that, baby," she whispered, then continued as Roger snatched his hand back, "it feels good. I like it. Put your hand in my shirt. You can play with them. It feels nice."

"Yes, Momma."

The feel of her soft, warm breasts felt good and excited Roger, giving him another hard-on as he felt their marshmallow softness. The rough texture of her goose-bumped areolas was marvelous and he caressed them and tweaked and lightly roughed up her nipples. She crooned softly with pleasure, more to make her son more comfortable, but also because she loved his touch. He wanted to suckle them, but he didn't dare even ask, not then. A while later, Roger had to go pee and did up his pants as he stood up. He was just in time. The time had escaped him and he was heading for the door when the nurse pushed it open. He smiled at her as he hurried out. In the bathroom, he couldn't pee, he was so hard, so he went into one of the stalls and masturbated, squirting his cum into the bowl. As the last of it dripped, he finally managed to loosen his bladder and pissed.

That's how it had started. Over the next couple of years, Roger gradually felt less guilty. He loved his mother. He hadn't realized how much and, as he grew into his shoes, he realized how much she did love him and how badly she wanted to feel needed. At the same time, he realized how much he also needed and loved her. If the truth be known, it very likely would only have been another couple of years and they would have become lovers. Her condition expedited that, although it left Roger feeling guilty for a long time.

- - - - -

Roger flipped through the channels until he found the local channel with the news. They watched for a while, then, putting the remote in her hand, Roger got up and got dressed, then dressed his mother and they snuggled together and necked. When he kissed her, he tasted his own flavor on her tongue and gums.

"Doc said the orthodontist was going to take casts of my mouth today," she murmured, nuzzling his throat, "said that it was about time I got something to chew food with."

"Something to nibble on my cock with?" Roger chuckled.

"Um-m-m," she chuckled throatily, "that's an idea. No, this first set is only going to be dentures. He did say that if my bone structure was good, they might be able to do this new thing, uhm, implants. I didn't quite understand it all, but he said that they'd put posts in my mouth and screw or snap teeth in.

"Ah yes. I can see it now," Roger teased, "just like Jaws in James Bond."

Doris giggled and flipped her arm up, her hand accidentally cracking him in the mouth.

"Oh, God! I'm sorry," Doris quickly apologized as Roger began laughing, "I didn't realize I could do that."

"That gives me hope, honey," Roger chuckled, "the new -, uhm, nuri -, no that's . . . aw, hell, the nerves are re-connecting! I can't wait until I get a real hug from you."

He yanked her tight to him and pressed his lips to hers. Just then they heard a "hallo-o-o" from the hall and he quickly set her back as she giggled happily. Nurse Helena, the day nurse, had arrived and she was right on time. Roger sighed in resignation. Every time he spent time with his mother, it just flew by. He hadn't noticed that it was already seven o'clock. By the time she got to the door and stepped in, he and Doris sat side by side, his arm over hers, clasping her hand gently.

The commentator suddenly got Roger's attention and glanced at the TV. He didn't know what the man had said, but he held his hand up to quiet both women.

"In the medical field, there have been advances in neurlog - neu-ro-logical - darn I have trouble with that word," the commentator chuckled and tapped his desk, turning to his female associate with a smile on his face.

"You always have trouble with the ten-dollar words, Bill," she laughed.

"Well, anyway, here's Dr. James Patel to tell us about it," he chuckled, shaking his head as the screen transferred to a young, Indian man in a lab coat, also chuckling as he wagged his finger at the camera.

"Bill you shock me," he smiled professionally, "I always thought you could pronounce anything," he shook his head and patted his podium.

The camera switched to a shot of the commentator, shrugging and holding his hands palms up as he mugged for the camera.

"Anyway," the doctor continued, "a giant step was taken this past week when noory, uhm, neu-ro-logical . . ." he suddenly broke out laughing and tossed his pencil on the podium, "now you got me goofing my words," he wiped his mouth.

"Anyway neurologic history was made when surgeons at William Blackmoore University successfully reconnected the nerves on the leg of a dog which had been severed a year previously. The dog," a picture of a German Shepherd standing firmly on all four feet flashed on the screen, "after a month of therapy, is walking and acting like nothing has ever been wrong with his leg," a short video of the dog running at top speed after a frisbee followed.

Roger watched in fascination, his gut twisting as he wondered if the same could be done with his mother's spine. The Indian doctor's face came back on-screen.

"However, Bill, the spinal cord injury of another dog was not successful. The surgeons at Blackmoore, though, are still working on that and they say that in maybe five or ten years they may succeed. Back to you, noory-logic-ca-cal," he chuckled as the camera cut back to the commentator's smiling face.

"What can I say?" the commentator spread his hands again.

"You can say that the weather for today follows these words from our sponsors," his female co-commentator laughed.

The commercials came on, but Roger just stared at the TV.

"Five or ten years . . ." he whispered blankly, "then only on a dog!"

"Isn't it a shame that they can't do it now," the nurse clucked sympathetically, "I wouldn't mind if it put me out of a job, if they could fix Missus James tomorrow," she shook her head as she picked up the duty clipboard and looked through the night nurse's notes.

"Well, good," she nodded, "your Mama had a bowel movement. And Rosemary got some stool samples. She'll be all ready for the doctor today, then," she set the clipboard back on the side table.

She puttered around, then asked Doris if she needed to go potty as Roger left the room to get ready for school.

- - - - -

Roger went from homeroom to homeroom that morning. Contacting his various teachers and turning in and picking up homework assignments as well as telling them that he'd be at the hospital with his mother. By ten-thirty he was in the waiting room beside Nurse Helena. They talked about how she'd gotten into patient care, germinating a tiny idea in Roger's head. The older lady told him that her husband had died without any insurance and she'd been homeless for a while. They'd never had kids because of a Korean War injury to her husband's belly, so the only thing she had was the Social Security, but that hadn't started until after she'd lost the house to the bank, unable to sell it. She said that it was still up for sale, but that the old neighborhood had been zoned industrial and the city was trying to sell it off to a big corporation. She'd wandered off her original question and Roger had to lead her back.

"So, what or how did you get the training?" he directed her back onto the subject.

"Oh, I just went to Airline Community College. They advertise training for stewardesses, but they also teach practical nursing, train chefs, accountants and other things. It took me six months to get certified as a Nurse's Assistant and three months of interning to do hospice care. I love it."

Roger's mind percolated over that for the next few days. His junior year was drawing to a close and the next year would be his senior year.

Roger began the LPN course that summer. When his senior year started, he applied for and got the half-day schedule so he could complete the courses. He added to his training by interning at the physical therapy department at the hospital. His Hospice Care interning he did at home and soon took over the major care of his mother. Within a year of his taking over, the physical therapy treatment he gave her for her arms showed them a tremendous improvement and she was finally able to give him strong hugs.

By the time Roger was nineteen, he and his forty-two year old mother, they'd been having loving sex for about six years. Very little had changed other than Roger's tactics and places he'd learned to touch her so she'd enjoy sex as much as he did. One morning, Doris sat on the back patio in her wheelchair, enjoying the sun when Roger came out with a large chef's salad and a couple of bowls. He'd learned a lot about diets and healthy foods and had readily put the knowledge to work.

"Thought you might like to eat out here, hon," he smiled.

Doris looked around and saw him spreading a blanket on the grass. She smiled lovingly at him. He was such a wonderful and considerate lover, she thought. She flushed as she realized that she hadn't thought of him as a son but as . . . a lover? Well, that, but even more . . . what? A husband she realized! Roger was no longer her son. He was . . . her husband! A thrill of delight went up her spine and, in her imagination, an old memory of her pussy gushing at the thought of getting laid gave her a real gush. She watched him set up the A-frame back rest - a canvas ground seat with back support - still smiling happily. The accident that had crippled her had been a blessing in disguise.

With her help, Roger sat her on the seat, filled her bowl and handed it to her. Her hands never wavered as she took the bowl and fork. They chatted pleasantly as they ate. He refilled her bowl twice. She'd gotten more of her appetite back lately. All the love and work he made her do was paying off. All except for her legs. Her doctors had determined that the spinal cord damage was irreparable although her back had long since been repaired. Maybe in ten or fifteen years, maybe a little longer, but they couldn't do much more than offer physical therapy to her.

Roger took her hand and pulled her forward, dropping the back flat, then laid her back. She reached up and pulled his head down to hers, opening her mouth as he engulfed her lips with his. The young man's tongue delved into hers, caressing her tongue lovingly. Her dentures still got in the way, but he'd gotten used to them and they did make her look better, younger. With one hand, he unbuttoned the pink, ruffled house dress that made her look more fragile and lovely.

"Ooh, wearing your red panties, hm?" Roger chuckled as he glanced down.

"Um-m," she nodded, smiling.

"Ready for action, aren't you, you brazen hussy," Roger teased, sliding his hand under the waistband.

"Ready for my lover," she sighed softly, "always ready for my lover."

"That's my girl," Roger kissed her as he pulled her legs apart.

He wanted to fuck her with her panties on. Doris chuckled throatily as Roger bent to her chest, suckling a nipple. The feeling she got from his touch still felt as if it were through heavy clothing, but she'd gotten used to the feeling and really enjoyed the feel of his lips and nibbling teeth. As her imagination went to work, her memories of her earlier life came back, but she no longer saw her dead husband's face. It had been replaced in her memories with her son's. She cried out her pleasure. It was Roger, Roger, Roger that she loved. Always and only Roger.

The young man rolled onto her, already half-undressed, his trousers down around his knees. With a lascivious smile at his smilingly welcoming mother, he pulled the crotch of her panties aside and shoved into her. The rough feel of the elastic band on the side of his shafting prick sent a thrill up his back. His mother smiled lovingly up at him stroking his hair and caressing his chin and throat. She loved to watch his face as he fucked her. The last time he'd fucked her ass, he'd had her knees all the way up by her ears as he lay on her belly and rocked in and out of her.

Roger's face reddened with his fucking efforts. God, women's pussies were so good, even if all they did was lie there and take it. Suddenly, his mother dug her fingernails into his scalp, pulling his hair hard. She arched her head back, her mouth gaping wide. She'd felt a twinge! She'd felt an honest to goodness twinge from deep in her pussy! The head of his cock had pounded on her cervix and she'd felt it! She suddenly sounded like a cat getting fucked as she let out a yowl of undisguised pleasure. The scream startled Roger and he left some hair in her hands as he yanked his head back.

"Oh, God, Momma!" his prick wilted slightly.

"Oh, bay-bee-ee," she crooned, "I felt it. I. Felt. It." she kissed his nose then pressed her lips to his.

"Wha-at?" he stared stupidly at her as she turned him loose.

"I felt your cock!" she giggled, shivering with delight, "I felt it hit all the way up in me! Oh, bay-bee . . . baby-baby, fuck me. Fuck me-ee! Fuck me hard, baby!!"

It took a minute or two, but Roger was soon plumbing his mother's depths, bouncing his thick cock-head off her cervix. Doris was in heaven. Her son was pounding into her and she could FEEL HIM!! She could feel him deep inside her! She still couldn't feel him on her thighs nor the lips of her pussy, but she could feel him deep inside her. She spasmed uncontrollably, her upper body trying to arch her hips up to his and only succeeding in pressing her breasts to his chest. It was enough.

She shuddered as she came on the end of his ramming prick, her mouth gaping wide as she sucked air in a loud rasping gasp. Her son marveled at his mother as she shivered and tensed tightly. The idea that he'd made his mother cum was enough to spur Roger on and he rammed hard into her, shoving his pointed cock-head almost through her cervix as his hot cum splashed against it. Doris' orgasm seemed to double as she actually felt her son's liquidly spurting heat washing down her long invalidated uterus.

Doris came again, her imagination no longer that necessary. She could feel him! She could really feel him fucking his hot, thick cum into her. Just thinking about it got her another orgasm and she hugged her son hard to her softly yielding breasts.

"This is how it should be," Roger smiled to himself, "this is where I always want to be."

He couldn't know what his mother was thinking, but she felt the same way. She never wanted to be anywhere but under him, taking him deep inside her, pleasing him, being his woman. His woman.