Being confined to a wheelchair I soon learned in life, you take what pleasure you can when you can. As long as you're not hurting anyone else. My mom however has a very different attitude. Her philosophy was and is simple, have as much fun and sex as you can with whomever you want.
It made for a very interesting up bringing and one which has been very liberal. She's not a bad person, but one who adores sex and not only with the man she married, my father either. On more than one occasion when I was younger, I was present (In the house) when she was fucking one of her "fuck buddies". I never told my father, but I expect he knew anyway. Why else would he leave her half drunk with men who he knew wanted to fuck her.
At the age of sixteen I began to stay over at my aunts house. Her home had already been adapted from a previous owner for wheelchair use, so it was easy for me to transition to staying there. By the time I reached seventeen I was practically living there full time. It wasn't because of my disability, it was by then my aunt and I were having a full on affair.
Every so often when I had a "Flare up" I needed someone to assist me when I bathed. My aunt Jenny (Jennifer) who's my dads youngest sister, helped me shower bathe one afternoon and I couldn't help but become aroused sexually looking at her beautiful body, breasts and neatly shaved pussy. I asked her if she could trim my pussy for me, the way she had hers and the moment Jenny asked me if I wanted it done in her bedroom, I knew I was going to ask her help me orgasm.
On her bed ten minutes later, as she began to trim my pussy hair, I asked Jenny what it was like to cum. She was just brushing off the last of my pubic hair when she replied "Why, have you never played with yourself". Answering I told her I had, but had never had someone else make me cum. She knew that I wanted pleasuring, it wasn't said between us, but she knew. So without asking me, Jenny lowered her head, put her fingers either side of my pubic mound and gently eased my pussy apart. As I rocked my head back I felt her warm tongue slide up between my pussy lips and begin to lap at my labia's. When her tongue found my clit, I let out a soft low moan and she knew I was hers.
If you're a female you will know when I say, having another woman pleasure you for over half an hour in "little gentle female ways", you'll know what I'm talking about. There was no rush, no hard sucking of my clit and labia's. It was all very slow and clam. But oh was it so horny and orgasm giving. I came three times as Jenny brought me to ever deeper more intense orgasms. And when my, what I thought was going to be my final orgasm of the afternoon had subsided, she gently placed my face beneath her pussy as she sat on my face and asked me to show her what she'd just done for me.
It was my first sexual experience, other than playing with my own pussy and tasting her sweet "honey pot" as she calls it, was almost too much for me to take in one day. Once I began to tongue her soaking wet pussy though, I soon started to want to pleasure her, the way she had me. Before long I was gripping her ass cheeks and pulling her pussy onto my face. The sounds of her climaxing and the taste of her pussy juices were amazing to me. I put one hand down to my own pussy and began to play with my clitoris, but Jenny had another idea. Still on top she turned around, faced my pussy and buried her face back into my pussy.
Any problems I'd been having with my legs disappeared. It was if the the tension I'd been feeling in my body had gone, to be replaced by sexual energy that to this day helps me with my disability. Indeed when I meet anyone who's got a disability similar to mine, I tell them to find someone, anyone they can trust, to have sex with.
Jenny and I spent at least another half an hour giving one another oral pleasure and by then I was a sexual mess. I'd cum again and tasted Jenny's love juice twice more. Cleaning ourselves up, Jenny asked me if I would want to repeat our time together. When I told her I definitely did, she told me she would speak to her husband about me moving in permanently. What I didn't know was, Jenny also let him know we were having sex.
Over the next two years I didn't know Jenny's husband, her second husband knew about us. That changed when he walked in on us having sex. I was still a virgin when it came to men, although myself and Jenny had introduced dildo's into our love making. My disability had improved immeasurably and Jenny's husband Glen, saw me as a sexual person buy then, not just a girl who got around in a wheelchair. I knew this by his reaction to seeing us sixty nine. Removing his shorts I saw his cock spring forwards. Jenny got up welcomed him onto the bed, my bed and asked me if I wanted to experience a mans cock. (I later found out they'd planned it all along). Seeing his gorgeous looking cock pulsing only got my pussy wetter, so looking at Jenny, I told Glen I wanted him.
As gentle as and as easy going as Jenny had been with me two years before, Glen was with me when he slowly penetrated my pussy. Even though we'd used dildo's in our sex, it as nothing like the real thing. Glens cock felt utterly amazing in my pussy and I was soon cumming. As Glen built up more and more with his speed and thrusting, Jenny got level with my face and we kissed. She and I kissed not only like lovers, but also as family. It was the kind of kiss you give someone you deeply love, someone you've experienced true and deep love making with. As Glens fucking of me, gave me another orgasm, I parted from Jenny and told her for the first time "I love you". She replied by telling me "And you dear, my beautiful young niece, are the truist of my loves".
Glen came inside me, filling my pussy, but his cum didn't remain in me for long, as jenny and he went down on me. They took turns to lick out my pussy making me cum in a series of orgasms which had my body wracked with joy. I slept with them bth that night and had Glens cock inside me the next morning as Jenny showered.
Over the next six months I slept only with Jenny, with Glen moving into the guest bedroom I used to use. But almost every other day, Glen and I would fuck when Jenny was at work. It wasn't like being with Jenny as Glen saw me as a sexual thing, someone to unload his cum into safely (I can't become pregnant). I enjoyed sex with Glen, it was what it was, each of us getting what we wanted from our time together. However each night I would spend in Jenny's bed and each night we would kiss and make love.
When I moved out, it wasn't because of Glen or Jenny. It was because I'd met a wonderful young man called Joshua. Someone who understood and understands my difficulties, and someone who quickly realized I had a special relationship with my aunt. I'd stopped having sex with Glen by then, who understood where I was coming from. Jenny remained a constant rock I depended on and we stayed as lovers over the next year. Only at her insistence did our relationship fade a little, as my relationship with Joshua flourished. It's still flourishing today, even though when my aunt Jenny stays over Joshua makes himself scarce.
If Joshua asked me to stop seeing my aunt today, I would stop. He hasn't and believe me we've spoken all about our special relationship. He knows it's not a threat to him or his male ego, and Joshua also knows no matter what, my aunt Jenny will remain in my heart always. Is my life style different from the norm, I guess it is. Is it threat to society, certainly not. The one thing my life so far has taught me, is have as much fun as you can, whilst you can, but don't hurt anyone doing it.