When my son was 7 years old he was in a horrific car accident. He had been at a sleep over at his best friend's house and his mother was driving my son back home when she was T-boned by a truck who ran a red light at around 80 miles an hour. My son's friend and mom didn't survive. My son and his other friend did. His surviving friend had horrible disfiguring burns all over his body and it took over a year before he got out of Shriner's hospital. My son didn't have nearly as many burns but he lost both arms and legs in the crash. In fact he almost died. He had been crushed almost completely in a sort of freakish way. They had to amputate his arms at the shoulders and his legs at his hips. There weren't even stumps left. His jaws were also badly injured so he can never talk again and eating consists of me feeding him mostly baby food even today. His life sucks but I try to make the most of it for him. My husband was unable to deal with having a disabled son so he took off but not before I managed to get a court order to garnish his wages until my son is 22. We sued the trucking company over their drunk driving employee so we got the medical bills and related expenses taken care of but that does not mean my son's life doesn't suck.

So ever since of course I have taken it upon myself to take care of all his needs. This includes feeding him, dressing him, bathing him and helping him at the toilet. He has a special wheel chair that he sits in with the aid of a harness and he uses a joy stick with his mouth but since his jaws are in bad shape he struggles even with that.

Having grown up with both younger and older brothers I have learned that boys developed certain needs around the age of 12 or 13. I also know that a boy can become extremely frustrated if those needs are not met. Usually boys simply jerk off but my son could not. I was trying to figure out how to make things better for him. I went on the internet in search of some sort of masturbation toy that I could hook him up to and leave him a lone with for a while then come back and clean up his mess hoping that could help him cope. But then one day about a year ago while I was giving him a bath I noticed him get a raging little hard on. At least his dick still worked. Of course I do wash it as I wash his entire body but in the past I simply did it in a very clinical way trying to make no big deal of it. But I took pity on his condition and when I was done washing his erect little dick I got an idea. I told him his dick was very very dirty and would need an extra long washing. I told him I was going to spend about an hour washing it and his balls and that if at any point he wanted me to stop he should blink three times. As I masturbated him with a handful of soap I watched his eyes. He stared at me intently for about three minutes and then his eyes closed and I thought he was about to blink but he kept them closed. He went completely limp and just let me do what I was doing. So I played with his balls gently and masturbated him very slowly and gently. After a while he began to moan in pleasure. Then he finally came in my hand. I am pretty sure that was his first every orgasm.

Over the years we have developed a sort of short hand code kind of like Morse code involving blinking. He can grunt and moan but not speak at all and blinking is easier for him. He blinked the code for "I love you Mommy" repeatedly for the next several minutes and then blinked the code for "more please." I told him he was only getting it once per day. A few weeks later I lost even more control of myself and gave him his first blow job. I took his little cock and balls in my mouth and swirled my tongue around and sucked and licked until I got a mouthful of cum. For the last few months I have had him sleep in my bed with me. It turns out this is also very convenient. I used to have a baby monitor in his room and if he was in distress he would just grunt or moan and the alarm in my room would go off and I'd go check on him. But now he sleeps with me and so I am right there. These days the only thing he is in distress about is not getting two blow jobs a day which he constantly begs for.

Even though he can't speak he can manage to get his tongue out of his mouth and lick. I feed him my nipples and lactate into his mouth though because he struggles with the use of his mouth he mostly dribbles it. I have also honored his request to lick my pussy. I tell him he doesn't have to reciprocate but he insists he likes the taste of Mommy's pussy. I do make it easy for him by massaging his face with my soaking wet pussy. Sometime I just let my pussy juice ooze into his gaping mouth and onto his tongue. He always blinks "I love you Mommy" when I do this. But mostly I suck him off. for his 13th birthday I took his little four inch cock into my pussy and fucked him until he filled my pussy with his cum. I'm hoping he makes me pregnant. I would love to give him a little son/brother or daughter/sister.

Now I said his life sucks. He tells me he wishes he could fuck me like a man but I told him he is the best man I have ever fucked and that he is a far better lover than any. But it still sucks because I really wish he could just get on top and fuck me like crazy like I know he wants to. but at least he isn't as frustrated as he used to be.

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by Anonymous on Nov 4, 2018 at 6:03 PM

Dear lady,hats off to your beig the best mother anyone can have.Rest assured,your aren't doing anything wrong.To hell with those eho try to use :exploitation,abuse or similar terms.You both have every right to be happy.Just be careful about the slight chance of the child born with genetic defects and FOR GOD'S SAKE,don't disclose it's your son's baby--if your narrative is genuine(no offense meant).

Your husband has been quite selfish.He could and should have stood by you both.

Do ask if you need any further help.

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by Anonymous on Nov 5, 2018 at 7:09 PM

I helped my brother whose hands are not fully developed. Our mom and dad both were worried his whole youth could he ever find a girl. They didn't really talked about it and never with him, but he talked with me about the girl he fancied. I always felt sad, because we both knew he couldn't have her. I moved out of home, he visited me one day and we talked about sex. I had broke up with my second boyfriend and had long dry season after him. I suggested him how I could have sex with him. It was really relaxing and rewarding day for both of us.

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