I don't know what to call this. It is not a confession, more of how I ended up where I am.

In my junior year at college I was out with some friends, lots of alcohol and drugs and on the way back to the campus the guy driving the car lost control, hit another car killing the occupants, killed my best friend in the passenger seat and sent me to the hospital with a broken hip, ankle and femur. Internal injuries too. The guy driving died a couple of days later. I guess I survived because I was in the back seat and I was wearing a seat belt.

After several weeks in the hospital I was released to my mother and her boyfriend's house. The insurance didn't cover it all and he paid the rest. He also paid for keeping me there, supporting me. My mom worked so I needed a nurse there during the day, I couldn't move, get up, go to the bathroom, anything.

After several months, I was then able to sit with help, but my mom still gave me a sponge bath because I couldn't stand in the shower. I was lying naked on the bed and my mom's boyfriend came in to talk to her. I had nothing on but a cast. My mom got up and went to get what he wanted and he just stared at me. I tried covering myself with my hands but he came over and took my hands away, took a warm washcloth and pressed it against my pussy with his hand and asked me if I liked that. When my mom came back in he still had his hand on me, she asked what was going on and he said he was seeing if I was well enough to fuck. He finished grabbing me through the washcloth and told me that he was waiting for me to get better.

From then on he grabbed my pussy every time he got a chance. If I was naked he fingered me, if I wasn't he grabbed me and pressed his fingers into me. He started to kiss me, to grab my boobs and to finger me and ask me if I was ready to fuck. My mom had stopped asking him to stop, he just did what he wanted. Several time he had made me cum, he would suck on my boob really hard while he felt me up and fingered me until I came. I was stronger and with help he would pick me up and put me in a wheel chair. He started taking me out to dinner with them, to the movies. I had to sit in the front seat and before he started driving or when he stopped driving he would grab my hand really hard. Kissing me was an every day thing by then, long kisses with his hand on my boobs or between my legs.

At night I would hear him fuck my mom. At first, when I moved in it was a lot of her telling not to, she didn't want me to hear. But now he was fucking her and telling her things like to spread open because he wanted to eat her. One day he got on her and he fucked her butt. It wasn't the first time but that night she kept telling him not to fuck her like that because I was in the house. That is how he fucked me the first time, right up the ass, holding me up and bending me over the bed. He fucked my ass and my mom knew it. By then he could hold me up in his shower, which was a walk in shower and not a tub and I would hold on to his neck and he would wash me. By then I liked it when he washed my pussy or my butt or my boobs. I liked it when he took me and put me on the bed to finish drying me, I liked it when he ate me, and I spread open for him to fuck me. I liked being fucked and kissed and felt up. It was a regular thing by them. I was horny all the time.

A year later I was well enough to go back to college, I used a cane but I could walk. My left side wasn't as long as my right any more so I limped, but I could walk with a cane. I had transferred to finish college so that I could live at home with my mom and her boyfriend. I could do pretty much everything for myself by then, I had been through physical therapy and had regained strength and muscle mass in my leg. I didn't feel like was ugly any more and I loved to take a shower with him on Saturday and Sunday morning, he still carried me to the bed where we had laid out a towel and he would eat me until I couldn't take it any more and then fuck me silly. I won't say that a man really wants to fuck any woman, but I felt that he really wanted to fuck me. And I wanted him to fuck me.

I am out of college now, and living apart from my mom and her boyfriend. I have a boyfriend of my own. All he knows is that I am affectionate with my mom's boyfriend. I don't tell him about those days with him when I got hurt and before I graduated from college. I don't tell him that he is a child compared to the man who fucked me and helped me get well. I don't fuck my mom's boyfriend anymore, but that doesn't mean that I don't want to. Sometimes I really miss it.