Chapter 11

Angered, John quickly pulled back the covers and lowered his bed. He tried to manuever into his wheelchair, but failed miserably and dropped to the floor.

“Daddy!” Maria cried out.

Seconds later Monica rushed into the room. “John?…Oh my God, honey, what happened?”

John sat up on the floor. Maria was bawling at this point.

“Nothing…nothing, I’m fine,” he said.

“No you’re not fine, you’re on the floor. What the hell happened?”

“I just had a little spill. Help me up into my chair, I’ll be fine,” he said, a tad embarrassed.

Monica helped her husband off the floor. “Maria, stop crying honey, daddy’s ok.”

Maria rushed out of the room, still crying. “But I made him mad so I made him get hurt.”

“What did she do?” Monica asked, showing some concern.

“Forget it…we’ll talk about it later.”

Monica sat on the bed and took her husband’s hand. “You know…the kids are both going to the fair tonight and…”

“And what?” John asked.

“And…well, it’s been over two months,” she said, cocking an eyebrow.

“Well, a lot’s happened in two months babe, including this.” John said, motioning to his legs.

“I know but…I just thought, maybe we could try…”

A couple hours later Monica was pouncing on her husband like a hungry cougar. They kissed desperately as she quickly peeled his shirt off. John was leaned back in bed and Monica was straddling him.

“Ohhh John…ohh God, I need it so bad.” She sighed, pulling down her haulter and quickly unclaping her strapless bra.

Monica’s huge tits sprung free from her bra and bobbled around wilding as she kissed on her husband some more.

She began to rock her hips, grinding her swampy cunt against his non-exsistent bulge.

“Oh fuck John, I need you!” She cried.

She dismounted and ripped his shorts down to his knees. Without the least bit of hesitation the hungry cock-starved wife dove head first into his groin and started sucking his limp cock.

Her head bobbed up and down frantically, trying to put some life in her husband shriveled appendage. While she sucked Monica grabbed it at the base and tugged up and down, using all her tricks.

“Please, John!” She moaned, then flailed her tongue around the spongy tip of his soft cock.

In one swoop she swallowed his entire dong, right down to his balls and and drug her long pink tongue back and forth across his nuts. Her mouth formed a tight vacuum seal and began to suck hard on his cock.

After a few minutes, John’s limp pecker POPPED from Monica’s mouth. She reached under her dress and pulled her panties down. John watched them slide down her silky tan legs and over her little bare feet.

Again Monica mounted him. She reached under and grabbed his dick, pulling and tucking. Her dripping cunt hovered right over it, aching to be stuffed full.

“Fuck me…oh God John, please fuck me!” She cried.

Desperately, she brushed the mushroom tip back and forth against her inflamed clit, then down between her gooey slit. With unbridled horniess she bounced up and down against it, trying to force it inside. “Nooo! Oh please, John!”

“I’m sorry baby.” John said in a defeated tone, staring down in between the huge hanging utters bobbling in front of him.

His cock started to worm inside the sucking mouth of Monica’s cunt. “Ohhh, yes, there it is!”

Too wilted to go any further it popped right out.

“FUCK!” Monica shouted in frustration. She seemed near tears at this point.

“I’m sorry honey, I just can’t.” John said.

Monica fell to one side of him on the bed and began to sniffle.

John reached over and rubbed her shoulder tenderly. “Let me lick you.”

Monica closed her eyes and shook her head, a little tear trickling down her cheek. “Just forget it,” she said softly.

“I can still pleasure you.”

“No John, you can’t…but it’s ok. I’ll be fine,” she said, forcing a smile.

“We’ll talk to the doctor, maybe there’s something we can do…a drug or something to help me get an erection.”

Monica seemed to be staring off into space. “Yeah….maybe.”

After a period of discouraged silence John said something he shouldn’t have. “Well I heard someone else didn’t have any problems getting an erection today.”

Monica turned her head and looked at him. “What do you mean by that?”

“Maria said she saw you sitting on Alex’s lap in the closet and that you commented on how big and hard his… ‘boner’ was.” John explained.

Monica felt her blood boil. After her huge let down she wasn’t about to lie regarding the situation with her and her son.

“Alex and I were having an adult conversation. He’s 18 years old, John, he’s not a little boy anymore.”

“All I’m saying is…sitting on his lap…parading around here in front of him in a skimpy bikini…do you really think that’s a good idea?” John asked, trying not to sound too upset.

Monica sat up and fed her husband a perturbed glare. “You wanna know what I think…then I’ll tell you. I think you have enough issues of your own to deal with right now than to worry about what Alex and I are doing!”

“I just don’t think it’s appropriate.”

Monica stood up off the bed, pulling the halter up over her breasts. “Last I checked I was a grown woman. I think I can decide what’s appropriate for me and my son thank you very much.”

John raised his voice a little. “Wrestling around half-naked with him in bed and wrapping your legs up around him like you did this morning…is that what you call appropriate?”

Monica glared at her husband. “Look, all that’s happened has taken an emotional toll on me,