Her Physical Loss Didn’t Make Her Any Less Beautiful to Him

My mom had a friend named Tamara, a gorgeous woman with shoulder-length auburn hair, brown eyes, and a gorgeous set of tits and ass with a nice tan. Her husband and she got in a car crash, and he was killed and she lost a leg, which was amputated at the knee.

In her late thirties she felt alone, depressed, and bitter. With help from therapy and my mom, she did begin to recover. She even moved in with us, since our house was all on one floor. My parents were divorced and we had extra room, so why not?

Tamara got a very lifelike artificial leg that she wore to work, but the second she got home each day, she took it off and rested her stump. Many times I saw her sitting or standing with her skirt up, massaging the bare stump. She didn’t care if I saw her massage her stump, but she apparently didn’t realize that while her skirt was up I could see her full stockinged thigh as well as her panty crotch!

I developed an infatuation with my mother’s incredibly hot one-legged friend. She was twenty years older than me, but the opportunity to look up her skirt every night was really turning me on. As your normal horny eighteen-year-old, the more I saw of her, the more I wanted her.

One morning I walked in her room while she sat on the edge of her bed putting on nylons. She didn’t mind me seeing her in panties and bra and asked me to get her artificial leg out of the closet. Before she put it on, she rubbed her stump all over. She explained that she needed to limber it up before she put on the artificial leg. I asked if I could help her, and after giving me an odd look, she said yes.

It was strange to feel her stump of a thigh, especially when she moved it, but it was also a turn-on. She let me rub it, then told me how good it felt, especially when I stroked it up high. I even let my hands brush against her panty crotch “by accident” a few times.

After that, Tamara let me massage her stump whenever Mom wasn’t home, but if I let my hand stray to her panty crotch she brushed it away, saying something like, “Let’s not overdo it” and laughing a bit. But one day, about a year ago, she must have been horny, as she let me feel higher than usual.

Mom was away, and I walked in Tamara’s room when she was standing at the bureau with only panties on, her incredible tits rising and falling as she combed her hair. Her stump swayed back and forth as she stood there on her one shapely and sexy tanned leg. When she realized I was there, she flung an arm over her tits and faced me. Through her sheer panties I saw the outline of her pussy. My cock throbbed instantly.

“Hey,” she said, grinning. “I’m nearly naked. At your age you shouldn’t be looking at a woman undressed, even a one-legged cripple like me. That’ll give you nightmares.”

We both laughed nervously. Then with a shrug she took her arm away so I could see her tits freely. All she said was, “Oh well.”

All I said was, “Nice.”

“If only I had both legs,” she said. “I’d be a whole woman. A sexy woman.”

“You’re a gorgeous, sexy woman!” I exclaimed.

She said I was sweet, then came close to me and offered me a breast, saying, “Here’s something sweet to suck in return.” I didn’t taste anything sweet, but I did feel her nipple harden in my mouth.

I didn’t realize at the time that Tamara was as horny as I was. She raised her stump, rubbed it against my crotch, and said, “Guess you’re not a little boy anymore.” Then she went to her bed, lay down, and said I should get undressed.

When I got on the bed with her, she asked me to suck hard on her sensitive nipples, and while I did, she slid her panties down. She spread her legs and guided my cock in her. I may have been a virgin, but I knew enough to start pumping. Together we grunted and groaned while I feasted on her tits. We both came quickly—me shooting my come inside her and feeling the twitches of her vagina.

Afterward, we lay together and I fondled her sexy body. She asked how it had felt to fuck a one-legged woman. I said it was great and I wanted to do it again, and she let me! It was the start of an affair that continues today, a year later.

I think Mom suspects our “special closeness,” but she hasn’t said anything yet.

—Name and address withheld