Monday, May 27, 2024
Mom & Daughter Chapter 6
Mom & Daughter
Chapter 6
From Dave POV
I find myself unable to shake the image of Sarah from my mind. Her presence lingers, like an enchanting melody playing on repeat in my thoughts. It's not just her looking so lovely sitting in her wheelchair that captivates me, though it's a part of her unique charm. It's the way she carries herself with grace and confidence, the way her smile lights up the room, and the way she effortlessly combines elegance with strength.
Those legs, her sexy long leg and her high heels, seem to defy any limitations, each pushed in her chair with her strong and well defined arms is a testament to pure determination. I can't help but admire her for embracing her mobility aid as a symbol of empowerment rather than a hindrance. It's a refreshing perspective that fits perfectly in my attraction to fetishes.
When I get quiet moments, I find myself replaying our interactions in my mind, each memory etched with vivid detail. From our first meeting to the moments shared at the restaurant, Sarah's presence leaves a lasting impression. Her passion for life, her openness to new experiences, and her ability to find joy in every situation are qualities that draw me to her more with each passing day.
As clients step into my restaurant, I greet them with a warm smile and a welcoming gesture.
"Good evening, welcome to La Fine Bouche," I say, gesturing towards an available table.
"Please, have a seat."
One of the clients, Ms. Thompson responds with a smile, "Thank you, Dave. It's lovely to be here."
"It's my pleasure," I reply. Despite focusing on their needs, thoughts of Sarah linger in the back of my mind, distracting from my usual hospitality. As I glance at the reservation list, my attention is drawn to the entrance where two lovely young women step out of an Uber van. One of them reaches into the trunk and retrieves a pair of crutches.
Curiosity piques as I observe them, wondering about their story and the reason for the crutches. It's not something you see every day, and I make a mental note to ensure their dining experience is comfortable and accommodating. I wonder if the reason for the crutches is a sprain or a break?
I notice a lovely young woman in her twenties struggling to slide her cast out of the back seat of the minivan. She's dressed in tight-fitting jeans and a stylish top, her long brown hair flowing freely around her shoulders. Her outfit exudes a casual yet chic vibe, adding to the vibrant atmosphere of the evening. I make a mental note to ensure her dining experience is as delightful as her appearance suggests.
The young woman, with her long brown hair cascading down her shoulders, is in a full red leg cast that looks brand new. She leans lightly on a pair of crutches, her position indicating that she's in a non-weight-bearing cast. The cut off of her jeans reveal the full length and thickness of the cast, which rises up her whole leg. The cast is smooth and looks so good on her and it's so long that it completely hides her left leg leaving only her little toes exposed. Then our eyes cross for a few seconds...
Despite the cast and crutches, she moves gracefully, even if the cast is new, being on crutches is not for her. She carries herself with an air of resilience, her gaze steady and determined. The vibrant red of the cast stands out against her outfit, I feel a unique sexual attraction towards her.
As she navigates the restaurant, it's clear she loves the challenges. She carries herself with confidence, her crutches steady and her gait smooth. She also seems to be enjoying all the looks she's getting, her red leg cast drawing attention everywhere she goes. People's curiosity is clearly peaked, seeing her in this unusual situation. She makes an effort to respond graciously, smiling at the occasional glance from strangers. It's clear that she's enjoying the novelty of it all and feels comfortable with being in this position.
As I observe the young woman moving gracefully on her crutches, there's an undeniable sense of familiarity in her movements. It's as if she's in her element, effortlessly navigating the space with a combination of skill and ease. The way she adjusts her balance and moves around obstacles speaks volumes about her experience with crutches. There's a fluidity to her movements that can only come from someone who has spent considerable time using them. It's not just about practicality; there's a certain elegance in the way she handles the crutches similar to the way Sarah is using her wheelchair and not the other way around.
As I listen in on their conversation, I hear the three women refer to the tall one on crutches as Hannah. They speak with warmth and familiarity, exchanging anecdotes and laughter as they settle into their seats.
Their conversation flows effortlessly, touching on various topics with Hannah occasionally sharing stories about her experiences on crutches...and a difficult married life. There's a sense of camaraderie and support among the women, adding to the lively atmosphere of the restaurant.
I observe Hannah as she gracefully navigates the restaurant on her crutches, her cast floating slightly above the ground, weaving through tables and guests with ease. It's clear that she's not letting her injury hold her back, embracing the mobility aids as tools that allow her to continue enjoying life to the fullest, even with a badly broken leg.
As she passes by me, I notice the waft of her perfume and swear it's the same one Sarah wears. I take a moment to catch her eye, recognizing something familiar about her. Something about her makes me want to get to know her a little better. I then imagine sweet Sarah in a similar long red leg cast, walking on crutches. I approached the three ladies with a friendly smile,
"Good evening, I'm Dave, the owner of this restaurant. I hope you're all enjoying your time here."
One of the ladies nods with a smile, "Yes, we are. Thank you, Dave."
I glance at Hannah and ask politely, "Would it be alright if I use the fourth chair for your cast, elevating your broken leg will be better for you to miss? I can lift it for you if that's okay."
Hannah smiles appreciatively and nods, "Of course, thank you sir I didn't want to be in the way with this long cast."
With gentle hands, I carefully lift her casted leg onto the fourth chair, ensuring that she's comfortable and has enough space. "There you go, miss, let me know if you need anything else," I say, offering a reassuring smile.
Hannah thanks me with a warm smile, "Thank you, Dave. That's very thoughtful of you."
In my mind, I couldn't help but appreciate how attractive the young woman was with her cast and crutches. It wasn't just her physical appearance that caught my attention; it was the way she carried herself despite her injury. There was an undeniable charm in her resilience, a quality that added to her beauty.
Later on I watched as Hannah went back to her table, with the help of her friend, she eased herself into the chair, her casted leg positioned comfortably on the spare chair. As she settled in, I couldn't stop looking at her red cast and pretty exposed toes. I had to shake off the feeling and pure sexual excitement when in my mind I was caressing her broken leg, licking her toes before moving up to her lovely breasts and lips.
As the evening drew to a close, I made my way to Hannah's table with her crutches in hand. She leaned on me as she stood and positioned them, ensuring she was comfortable before bidding her and her companions goodnight.
As I watched Hannah move out of the restaurant, heading towards the waiting Uber car, I couldn't help but feel a sense of attraction. Just as she was about to step into the car, she turned around, her eyes meeting mine with a smile that seemed to hold a hint of mystery.
I felt a lingering sense of sexual excitement about the upcoming date with Sarah. The evening had been filled with unexpected connections, and I couldn't help but wonder if I should share with Sarah my sexual attraction to this younger woman.
Chapter 7
To come
K
Sunday, May 26, 2024
Saturday, May 25, 2024
Mom & Daughter chapter 5
Mom & Daughter
Chapter 5
From Hannah POV
As I wake up to a new day, I gingerly swing my bandaged ankle and leg out of bed, feeling rested and looking forward to the day on crutches. The bandages remind me, but they also symbolize my situation related to my openness towards this fetish of mine. Grabbing my crutches, I positioned them under my arms and stood on my right foot.
I notice something on my desk and decide to move closer for a better look. As I approach, my eyes focus on an old X-ray negative resting on the surface. It's from one of my mom's broken leg, with her name at the top and signed by Dr. Stephanie Robinson. The X-ray itself tells a story of mom's past when she gracefully walked on crutches with her broken leg in a cast. As I study the details of the X-ray, I realize again the challenges she has overcome.
As I gaze at the X-ray of my mom's broken leg, I may not be an expert in analyzing X-rays, but the fractures are unmistakable, a broken tibia and fibula. The image brings back vivid memories of her wearing that long white cast when I was in high school. I can still recall the way she moved gracefully despite the cast, never letting it hinder her spirit or style. The sight of the broken bones in the X-ray reminds me of the obvious pain she must have felt.
Beside the X-ray on my desk, there is a collection of medical supplies neatly arranged. The stockinet, with its fine texture, hints at the comfort it provides when wrapped around a beautiful long leg before applying the cast. It's a gentle layer that protects the skin and allows for smoother application of the casting material. The rolls of red casting material, sturdy yet pliable, hold the promise of creating a lovely cast following the contour of my leg adding a touch of excitement to the scene.
As I take in the sight of these supplies leaning on my crutches, memories flood back of a visit to the doctor's office with mom when I was older and the process of getting a cast on her leg. I was already interested sexually in the medical field and the familiar scent of the casting material, the sound of it being unwound, and the careful precision of the application all come to my mind with the way Dr Stephanie caressed mom cast to make it perfect.
Mom's subtle yet playful hint about knowing my sexual interest in some part of this fetish and the potential fun of having my first leg cast ever lingered in my mind, sparking a curiosity about taking my interest in casts to the next level. The thought of exploring something new and different like a leg cast for 6 weeks is both exhilarating and seductive. It will affect the upcoming evening I have planned with the girls and obviously made me look forward to a conversation with mom.
I take the soft padding and rub it against me, teasing me. It feels cool and soft against my bare skin, sending a wave of sexual pleasure through me. I slowly move the soft padding around my body, rubbing it against my breasts, against my hard nipples, and between my thighs. The sensation is unbelievable but I then hear the sound of mom in her wheelchair in the kitchen.
I slowly walk on my crutches from my desk to the kitchen, the image of the X-ray of mom's badly broken leg and the array of medical supplies still fresh in my mind. As I enter the room, I can sense that my mom already knows something is on my mind just by looking at me. Her eyes and lips never lie..
Taking a seat beside her, I rest my crutches and take a deep breath before broaching the topic.
"Mom, I think without a doubt that based on the X-ray, my leg is broken at the ankle." Her hands grabbed my leg, rubbing the ace bandages ever so slowly looking deep into my eyes.
I'm trying to regain control, catching my breath, "With the supplies for a leg cast on my desk. Do you think there's a possibility that this could be used for the treatment? I guess I will need about 6 weeks" My voice carries a sexual tone, as I await her response, knowing she probably feels the same about this whole situation. A complicated but oh so erotic situation.
With a gentle smile, my mom starts explaining the concept, her words resonate with a sense of reassurance and knowledge.
"Recreational casting can be a lot of fun. It's not just about providing support and protection for the pretended injured limb; it also allows for creativity about the why and how long you will be in that cast. Plus, it's safer than breaking your leg, I could never do that to you my love even for a medical experience in any way."
While her fingers keep touching my ankle and lower leg, She goes on to explain "You can choose to make a total non weight bearing cast," she adds, her eyes lighting up with enthusiasm.
"You are so beautiful on crutches, I mean when I was on crutches for weeks and months, I managed to change a necessary leg cast in my case into something playful and personalized."
Listening to her explanation, It emphasizes the sexual appeal of recreational casting. With my mom's clearly opening up in uncharted territories, I feel more at ease and even excited about the prospect of having my first leg cast and the nights I spend in my bed masturbating pretending that I was the one with the black cocktail dress, heel, long leg cast and crutches.
"I want a full leg cast on my left leg now. Can you help me with that?"
Her eyes widen slightly in pure lust that she didn't manage to hide but she nods with a warm smile. "Of course, sweetheart. Let's get comfortable and start by removing the bandage and the air cast."
Once back in my room, crutches beside my bed, mom rolled closer to me. She slowly unwraps the bandage from my ankle and lower leg enjoying the moment. Next, she carefully removes the air cast, ensuring not to jostle my leg too much.
"Now, let's begin the process of applying the full leg cast to your lovely left leg Hannah."
I watch intently as she starts by applying the stockinette over my leg, making sure it's smooth and free from any wrinkles. Her movements are precise, and I can feel the anticipation building between us.
"Padding is essential for comfort if you are going to term this recreational cast into a 6 week love affair" her soft voice sending shivers down my spine at the mention again of 6 weeks casted and on crutches.
I notice the small sign of nervousness in mom, and it only makes the moment more intense. I pull her close to me and kiss her sweet lips, gently taking her hands in mine and whispering that it's ok. She closes her eyes and melts into my arms, her crippled body relaxed and responsive to my touch. Our lips meet and lock in a passionate kiss, sending shivers down my spine. It's like time stands still as we enjoy the intimate moment together, our bodies pressed together tightly, her soft skin against mine. It's a moment of sheer bliss, surrounded by the sweet scent of her musk.
Our lips part gently as we catch our breath, our eyes locking. Mom slowly pulls me closer, her soft body pressed against mine, the sound of our breathing filling the room. I can feel her heartbeat against me, our breath mingling together as we embrace the moment. We are two women, two adults that kiss again slowly, taking our time to enjoy the intimacy of our moment together. It's like a bubble of pure bliss, just the two of us in a world of our own.
Then sitting in her wheelchair she starts applying the padding from my foot, using the half overlapping technique. I nod in understanding, feeling a sense of trust in her expertise.
"Make sure your ankle is at a 90-degree position," she reminds me, adjusting my leg slightly to ensure the proper alignment. As she continues with the casting process, I can't help but feel a buildup of sexual pleasure inside me. This experience is not just about getting a cast; it's about sharing a special moment with my mom, feeling her love and care every step of the way.
I watch when she starts applying the wet cast, starting from the foot and gradually moving upward. Her movements are precise, ensuring that each layer is applied smoothly and evenly. As she reaches my knee, she gently bends it to ensure that the cast conforms perfectly to the contours of my leg. Her touch is gentle yet firm, and I can feel the warmth of the material that was Initially pliable, that begins to set, creating a supportive shell around my sexy long leg.
With each layer of casting material applied, I can imagine the weight of my cast increasing. My leg is now completely casted, and I find myself relaxing into the process even more. As she finishes smoothing the cast and ensuring that it's properly set, I look down at my new red long leg cast with admiration, it is simply perfect.
With my mom's steady support, I gingerly stand up, feeling the weight and support of the long red cast on my left leg. I grab my crutches, we make our way to the mirror, where I catch my new broken look. The sight is both surreal with her in her wheelchair beside me. The vibrant red color of the cast stands out, as I study my image in the mirror, I can't help but feel a sense of lust and happiness.
The cast is perfect and it extends from mid foot all the way up to my thigh, enveloping my leg in a lovely protective shell. It's a bold statement, a clear move forward into this fetish world, with each step I take, I move with confidence despite the temporary restriction. Looking at my reflection, I can't help but smile. The long red cast, with my mom by my side in her wheelchair, was an incredible sight.
"Thank you Mom, tomorrow will be so much fun with the girls in this sexy accessory"
Chapter 6
To come
K
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