Look Ma, No Hands

This story is a commission of sorts - a friend online (one of my 'fantasy roleplay' friends) was into this scene/concept, but we couldn't give it enough time to play it out, so I told her I'd write up a quick story around it. It's not my usual thing, it's extreme and kinky and involves consensual incest, but it's new and different and I hope some people like it.

Look Ma, No Hands By ParaGirl

The infection spread rapidly and Amber spiked a high fever that had everyone worried about serious complications. The doctors were able to identify it, but Amber proves to be allergic to the typical remedies, so they lost precious time trying to find something that would work on that particular strain. In the end they found a combination of drugs that killed off the virus and brought Amber back from the brink of death, but she had been sick for two weeks, had been gripped by extreme fever for almost half that. It was inevitable that there would be some long term effects of the illness.

Amber's mother, Grace, watcher her daughter sleeping quietly. It was their first night back, fresh out of rehab. Amber looked peaceful in her sleep, Grace couldn't see the pain and loss that was so common on the eighteen year old's face since she regained consciousness. It wasn't a surprise, her daughter had lost so much in so little time....

Amber started to wake, a low moan escaping her as she started trying to roll over. Her inability to roll successfully woke her up with a start and she cried out. Grace hurried into the room to help.

"It's OK honey, I'll help you get up. Let's remember your morning routine dear, just like rehab." she said, stroking Amber's hair. Amber looked up, eyes already puffy with tears, and nodded.

Grace helped Amber sit up. It was here that she saw the real results of her daughter's illness, as her arms flopped lifeless at her sides. They were paralyzed completely, as was her right foot, a result of nerve damage from the infection. She could still walk if she wore a rigid AFO brace on her right leg, but her arms were completely dead, she'd never use them again.

"I'm up mom, I'm OK." she said with a sigh. "And it feels like I'm.... starting."

"Starting?" Grace asked, then understood immediately, realizing Amber was talking about her period. "Oh don't worry, we'll take care of that dear."

Grace helped Amber into her wheelchair and wheeled her into the bathroom. They had gotten the morning routine down pretty well in rehab, but this was the first time doing it in their own bathroom. Grace helped Amber to the toilet, then helped her clean herself - Amber hated this part, but it was likely she'd never be able to do it herself in her condition. Once she was done, Grace then took a tampon and slid it into her daughter gently. Amber wouldn't even look, and her eyes were tearing up again. She bit her lip a little.

When the bathroom routine was complete Grace wheeled Amber to her room and start dressing her, taking out the clothes that Amber asked for.

"Mom" Amber said quietly. "I had a dream last night."

"A dream? Like you were healthy again?" Grace said, feeling like she knew what was about to happen.

"No, not really like I was healthy again, it was more... " Amber blushed deeply. "It was more erotic. I don't remember many details, but I woke up feeling, well... horny." she said. "That's why I woke up so upset - I can't do... THAT any more."

Now it was Grace's time to blush fiercely. This wasn't something she had anticipated at all. "Well honey, it's.... you could.... Oh god honey I don't know what to say..." she said, feeling a bit awkward. She knew her daughter was sexually active before her illness, but currently had no partner and, in her condition, wasn't likely to find one in the short term anyway.

"Sorry Mom, I shouldn't have brought it up." she said, looking more embarrassed.

"No it's OK honey, I'm glad you feel like you can share things like that with me. I completely understand." Grace took a deep breath. "Are you still, you know..."

Amber wouldn't answer but she nodded her head a couple times. Grace say beside her on the bed and stroked her hair.

"Close you eyes and think of that dream again honey." she whispered to Amber, then caressed her daughter's smooth skin.

It was hard at first, this was wrong in so many ways, but her daughter needed her, her poor crippled daughter needed her mother, and this wasn't that much more personal than wiping her bottom or putting in her tampon. She gently caressed her daughter, rubbign her inner thighs, then her clit. It was already wet and reacted to her touch instantly, Amber moaned softly.

Grace rubbed more, little circles with just a bit of pressure. It was how she liked it, she imagined it would work for her daughter. She was right - after a few minutes Amber was writing under her touch and moaning, her hips started bucking. Finally, Amber began to shake as the orgasm built, and to Grace's surprise, Amber came with several shouts and a loud cry of 'Oh Melissa...' before collapsing to the bed, spent. Grace left the room for a few minutes and washed her hands, giving her daughter a bit of privacy.

Grace was sitting at the kitchen table with a plate of breakfast ready when Amber walked in. She had a slight limp due to her paralyzed foot and brace, and her arms swung limp and useless as she walked. She had a smile on her lips, though, and Grace was happy. They hadn't talked about it 'after', but Grace could see a change in her daughter, a change for the better.

"She who's Melissa?" Grace asked as she forked some scrambled egg into Amber's mouth. Amber blushed but didn't react otherwise.

"She was in rehab." Amber finally asked after a sip of juice. "She was across the hall from me. We spent... a lot of time together."

"Oh, I see. Was she...?" Grace started.

"Well she wasn't there for the fun of it." Amber answered. "She was in a car wreck, broken back." she said. "Paralyzed from her stomach down."

"Oh, and you two..." Grace was curious now, about so many things.

"It didn't start that way - she had been there for a few weeks when I moved in. At first she thought I was a quad, because of my arms, but then saw me walking. She was confused, to say the least. She introduced herself, we discussed our situations, and wejoked that between us we'd make a whole woman - she was the arms and I was the legs. I don't know when it got... sexual. It just happened one night, after we'd both had a rough day of rehab, we needed contact, needed companionship, needed someone who understands, and... "

"It OK, I understand honey." said Grace, and she really did. "Are you two going to... keep in touch?"

"I hadn't thought about it." said Amber, but Grace knew that was a lie. She started to have an idea, and later that dat found herself making a call to the rehab center, asking to be connected to Melissa's room...