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Folding Newspapers

The summer between my second and third years at the university I lived at home and delivered newspapers on the outskirts of the large city of Overbrook. It was hard work getting up at three despite the weather. We all gathered at an all night grocery to fold the papers and load our cars. Every morning it was the same routine. Occasionally the truck that brought the papers for us was late. I hated that because those mornings I would be late to class at a local community college.

One morning Ms. Drake was sitting on the porch of the large Victorian home. I had not actually seen her before. Glenda was one of the people that never had her name never appear on the do not deliver or did not pay list.

"Hey, Bruce," she said.

"Ms. Drake-e..." I was shocked at Glenda's appearance, and that she knew my name. Older than my mother by a few years, she was missing her left leg. A pair of crutches lay next to her. I stammered "What happened?" before I realized how wrong that sounded.

"They needed to cut my leg off...circulation was bad."

"That sucks. How are you doing?"

She adjusted her nightgown. I could still see her breasts though the flimsy fabric which also caressed the stump of thigh in a revealing manner.

"It's all healed up."

"How's Mr. Drake?"

"There isn't one, thankfully." She laughed.

"Oh." I shook my head and looked at the older, but attractive woman, for a while.

"Nice to have a man still wanting to look at me like that." She grinned.

"Like what?"

"With lust in his eyes." She grinned again, rubbed the stump. "Guess I didn't figure anyone would, now that I have one leg."

"Sorry, didn't mean to stare."

"Sugar, you weren't staring. You were drooling." She chuckled.

"Guess I was." I smiled. I was late and getting later. She was at the end of my route, and the next stop was my morning class - English Literature. I had failed it the prior term at the state university and hoped to make it up at the local community college along with three other courses. "I think you are pretty."

"I know a great eye doctor." She chuckled. "Besides, I bet all those girls at college are after you, and that you already have a sweet young thing to date."

"No ma'am. I don't have much luck with girls. First and second dates, but never a third." I rubbed my foot on the sidewalk. "Never even kissed a girl, not really kissed, you know."

"Shame. Why?"

"I'm socially awkward according to Mother."

"What'd she suggest?"

"Keep at it and maybe one day I'll meet someone for me...whatever that means."

"I guess she didn't offer to tutor you."

"No, ma'am. What could she teach me? She's my mother."

"Mother's know how to kiss."

"Eww."

"Does that mean you wouldn't want to kiss me?" Glenda grinned.

"I would...yeah, I would, but, ah..." I kept stammering.

"Come inside and maybe you'll have time for a quick lesson before school."

-oOOo-

The screen door slammed shut as I followed her into the living room. She ushered me to the couch, and we sat almost touching at the hips. I could not believe that I was kissing her. She would be my first older woman, and nearly my first woman of any age. There had only been two girls - Suzy Decker, and Brenda Foster. Neither would let me do more than quickly kiss their lips. The rumors abounded they did plenty in the backseat at the drive-in movies with members of the football team. I had been hopeful, but greatly disappointed.

Glenda's lips felt good. Her arms held me in ways I had only read about. After a long moment, her tongue wormed smoothly between my lips and explored my mouth. I had to say it felt really great. She encouraged me to do the same to her mouth. I might miss my second class as well. Soon, we were trading tongues easily.

"See, it's not hard," she finally said once we stopped.

"I liked that, very much."

"I did as well, Bruce."

She kissed me again, only it did not feel like a lesson this time, but more like something that she truly wanted to do. Her hand caressed the back of my head, rubbed my cheek. I heard her breathe deeply, even sigh softly.

I don't know why, but my hand touched a breast. It was bold, and something I had not even thought about. It was an accident, or a hopeful wish...a fantasy at best. It was soft, sagged some, nicely shaped, but nothing like the ones I had seen in girly magazines. I left it there, and she did not push it away. I pushed up from below letting it rest in my palm.

"Your first?" she whispered, lips hovering near mine. "Of course."

I did not stop holding, but unsure what to do next. I moved my hand some and felt the nipple slide into place against my palm. Wow. A nipple, and it felt great.

"Would you like to see it?" She smiled, moved back just enough to open her nightgown a little to expose the breast I had held. "Go ahead, kiss it." She held it so that the nipple pointed at my face. "It's okay."

So, I kissed my first nipple. I listed to Glenda moan softly as though she was enjoying whatever I was doing. She encouraged me to hold it and kiss all over the breast. I was enjoying myself.

She reclined on the couch and pulled me alongside. The nightgown was around her waist; everything above was uncovered for my wandering eyes.

"You are lovely." I was not quite sure how to express it, but that covered the bases.

"You'd say that to any naked lady." She laughed.

"Maybe, but I'm glad you are the one in front of me."

"Sugar, you say the sweetest things."

I was surprised when she fussed with the snap on my jeans, pulled the zipper down. Where this might lead I did not care. She was pushing my pants down. It was more than ever had happened.

Glenda held my shaft inside my underwear. "Darling, is that because of me?" Of course, it was. We both knew why. "Would you like to put it inside me?" Do bears shit in the woods? Oh, hell yes. She pulled her nightgown up to the top of her thigh. I did not get to look, but I felt myself sliding into a damp opening. "That feels very good." Good did not come close to describing just how great it felt. Her hands gripped my ass and helped show me a rhythm for moving in and out. Her single leg moved up and over my back. I reached down and felt her stump. "Oh, yeah-h," she moaned.

It was over far, far too quickly, though I remained erect unlike when I masturbated. I continued sliding in and out in the mixture of our juices. She kept telling me how good it felt, and encouraging me to continue as long I wanted. How about the rest of my life? I might miss all my day's classes. I would have to dream up some excuse. Yes, I was fucking a lady on my paper route. I might be late most every day. I'm in great demand by all her lady friends. Oh, that's your address, maybe I can fit you in.

We finished, and Glenda excused herself leaving the nightgown behind, telling me to lay still. She returned with a warm washcloth and cleaned me, sometimes taking me in her mouth, sometimes just using the washcloth.

"If you'd be interested, we can do that again."

"Are you kidding, I'd love to."

I would have to find time so my parents would not find out what I was doing. I could find a million reasons to be away from home after the end of school and before the time my father got home from work. We discussed when and agreed I would be back after school today.

"Can I see your stump?" I had already but not up close.

She stood without the nightgown and modeled for me, turning and twisting about, striking exotic and erotic posses. Glenda could have been a dancer in a night club, swinging around a brass pole. She was good, and performing just for me. I was the luckiest guy in school. I doubted the others would be envious.

-oOOo-

I was a wreck. After class, I used the late papers excuse. It was not the first time, though I was later today. Ms. Johnson, accepted it as gospel. She was younger than Mother, and rumors had her living with another woman. I never knew what to believe about Ms. Johnson.

"Bruce, you should comb your hair. You look like you've been in the backseat." Ms. Johnson grinned.

"No ma'am. Thanks."

"Let's keep this to a minimum. She should let you get to class on time."

"There's no one."

"A good lookin' guy like you. I wish you delivered my newspaper."

I was busted, but it was fascinating that she not only seemed to know, even teased me about wanting me to stop by her house. I knew where, but I had never driven by. I looked over my shoulder as I reached for the auditorium door, grinned, thanked her, then walked towards my next class.

-oOOo-

Glenda was waiting on her porch when I parked in front of the large Victorian house. She wore a short dress unbuttoned too much, and was barefooted. She stood to greet me leaving the crutches on the floor.

"Bruce, I was hoping you'd come." She hugged me tightly, but saved the kisses for inside where the neighbors would not see.

"We promised to meet."

"Yes, but I wasn't sure you'd be able."

"Couldn't stop me." I laughed.

We went inside. Maybe she was not the most beautiful woman in the world, but she seemed to care for me in ways that made up for anything lacking in the appearance department. Maybe I was the best she could find. I did not really care. We would use each other until it was not important.

"What would you like to do?" Glenda grinned, kissed me hard on the mouth as the door closed behind us.

"Hmm, let me see." I laughed, and pulled her hand towards the bedroom.

The next two hours she continued my education in making love with a woman. I was a fast learner. I had made her promise to make me leave by three, and I was out of the house by three-thirty.

"Where have you been?" Mother said as I hurried past on the way to my room.

"Studying." It was the truth, but not the kind of subject she was thinking.

"Maybe you can get your grades up."

That is not all I was getting up. I could not get my mind off the way Glenda Drake looked, especially with that missing leg. Why I felt that way was beyond me, but I was becoming a major fan of female amputees, and their stumps, even if she was the only one I had ever known.

Her left leg was amputated at the top of the thigh. The stump was probably three or five inches long, thick, soft, fleshy, and with a slender scar across the end. God, it was wonderful. I had played with it, fondled, and kissed it for the longest while. There were other parts nearby that I enjoyed, but that stump was something else for sure. It seemed I was the first to pay any attention to it. At least, she moaned as much about what I did with it as that wonderful damp opening next to it. Man. She tasted very nice.

"Any homework?" Mother said, standing in the door to my bedroom where I was putting textbooks on my desk.

"Always." I laughed.

"Any new girlfriends?"

"Geez, Mom. What do you think?"

"You should be putting yourself out there. You never know when Miss Right will appear."

"I will die a single man the way that things are going. Maybe you and I should date."

"I'm your mother, for heaven's sake."

"You're great looking. I bet we could have some good fun. You know. We could park in the back row at the drive-in, do some necking. I bet that you and Father never did that."

"I have you know he thought I was a great kisser. We fogged up plenty of car windows in our day."

"Yeah, Mom...tell me what it was like back then. Were you a wild child?"

She blushed, started to walk away, but turned back. "Not by today's standards, but I had boyfriends. Nothing serious, but three I liked. It was hard to choose. They eventually lost interest. Good thing, because that's how I met your father. He was a real head-turner, too. He was dating one of the cheerleaders, and when that ended we just happened to meet one afternoon."

"How long did it take for you to kiss him?"

She blushed again. "On our first date."

"Where was it?"

"At the beach. A wave knocked me over, and he pulled me up. We just happened to kiss, then we kissed again. I enjoyed his lips."

"What about drive-ins...when did you and he climb into the backseat?"

"Back then...well, it was almost understood that the drive-in was the place to go and make-out. They called them passion pits. Don't think I was easy, but he had his ways...he charmed me like no guy before him."

"Charmed you out of your panties?" I laughed.

"Bruce, don't be nasty."

"Did you have sex?"

"Bruce, what's gotten into you. I have to get dinner ready. You're father will be home soon."

"Do you still have sex?"

"I'll have you know I'm not over the hill, not yet, not by a long shot."

"With Father?"

"Bruce, you have a gutter-mind."

"I'm growing up, and need to learn how I'm supposed to be."

"Read a Playboy."

"Mother, that's not real life. Will you talk to me about this?"

"Why is this important all of a sudden?"

"I suck at girls...even with ones that fuck other boys."

"Watch your language."

"Then what do you call it when girls have casual sex?"

"Fucking is good enough." Mother laughed.

"Which is better, fucking or making love?"

Mother sat on my bed, looked at me while wringing her hands. She did not want to talk about this, and probably thought Father should have already. She probably had begged him to have this talk with me often. I did not know, only that neither had even hinted about it to me. Heck, I had even taught myself to shave.

"Shit, Bruce. You and Father should be having this talk."

"He doesn't know about women. You should be more knowledgeable since you're one."

"I suppose." She blushed again. I could tell this was disturbing, or at least embarrassing. "There are times making love becomes fucking, and sometimes there is only fucking. Both can be good in the right circumstances."

"Which do you prefer, and how do you decide which is going to happen?"

"Oh, God, Bruce...this is so difficult."

"Too bad you can't just show me."

"Fuck Bruce," she cursed, a rare thing for her. "That's just wrong. I can't do that."

"If you could, would you?"

"Bruce, Bruce, what am I going to do with you?"

I rubbed my crotch. "Teach me."

"Darling, you're serious, aren't you? And, you're erect! God. What's wrong with you?"

"I'm looking at a lovely woman. How else am I to feel? That's the problem, no one will help me understand how to handle these urges I have. I can't just hide behind a bush and pounce on some girl, can I?"

"That'd be worse than if we had sex."

I could not believe that my own mother had just said that, or that she was engaging me in the topic. First Glenda, and now Mother. If she gave in would I do anything? Parts of my body were screaming do her right here in your own bed, and others were more cautious. I had a feeling I knew which would win, given the chance.

"You could teach me to fuck just the way you'd want for a guy to do it. I bet you would love every moment."

"Good, God-d, what are you suggesting?"

"That we find time to have you educate me in the finer points of sex."

"What if Father found out?"

She was not ruling it out, or saying it was wrong. Now, she was just worried if Father found out. Had she had these thoughts on her own? For how long? How did she keep her hands off me if she did have them?

"Why would I tell him or anyone?"

"Geez, I can't believe we are having this conversation."

"Start slowly. Just teach me to kiss."

"Whoa-a, just kissing might be too much."

I pulled my tee shirt off. My torso had nice muscles, nice tone, all from working out. There was no hair. I had seen girls at the beach looking at me. I understood they were interested. Why they never did anything about it I did not know. Now, Mother stared at me just as the girls had - lusting, creaming in their panties.

I sat beside Mother on the bed, wrapped an arm around her waist, my head, my lips not far from her face. She took a deep breath, sighed deeply, then muttered something before her lips touched mine.

It was just like with Glenda. I let her control the pace. I did not want to give away that I had been tutored by Glenda. Mother moved her head, twisting it slightly for a better position. Her tongue wormed between my lips, explored my mouth. She was not trying to teach me anything, she was enjoying it far too much; no, she was into this for her own pleasure.

She stopped, but did not pulled back. "This is wrong." She kissed me again, with the same passion. "Oh-h, yes-s," she moaned, rubbing my chest with one hand, then pulling my hand to her breast. "Oh, God-d, yes-s." She was wild, pushing me onto my back, ripping at my jeans. I was clean from the last time with Glenda. Free from my underwear, she was sitting on top, sliding down my shaft. Glenda had done the same. I was ready. "Darling, this is so wrong." The tone of her voice let me know she did not mean wrong in that usual sense. She was having too much fun. "Oh, God, I'm so close."

I warned her that I would come. She did not stop, moaning that she was safe, mauling breasts with both hands. She did not stop for the longest time, even long after I finished my climax. Still atop me, she leaned down and sucked my mouth for awhile.

"That's what fucking is like." She snickered, then got off me.

"I might have missed a few details. Maybe we can try that again." I chuckled.

I was still erect. She gripped me tightly with one hand, then stroked through our mingled juices. She looked at me with a lustful grin, and continued stroking, not just a few times, but for minutes.

"Damn, you are a so much fun, you know." She finally let go.

"Father plays golf on Saturday." I grinned.

"I need to think about this. Man. I need to think about it." She dressed. "Saturday, huh. Yeah. Let me see."

I slapped her on the butt. "Yeah. I will too." I slapped her again. From her reaction I thought she enjoyed the slap. I slapped her again.

-oOOo-

The last thing I wanted to do was get up and drive to fold newspapers. The sky was clear, and the moon full. Some of the guys were older, in their thirties and forties. There were two women, each in their thirties, and looked like they were fifty from a hard life. They could curse and keep up with any man that delivered papers. Most smoked, and some drank a beer from a travel coffee mug while folding. It was against the rules, and if the supervisor caught them drinking, they would be fired on the spot. I suspect it would not have been the first time they had been caught.

"Did you hear Harold fucks his mother?" Connie said, pointing at one of the guys my age. "What's it like with a one-legged lady, Harold?"

"Cut your fucking leg off and find out," Harold replied, flipping her the finger.

"Is that true," I said to him, "about the leg?"

"Fuck you dip-wad. Try your mother and let me know if she isn't the best you've ever had. Oh, right, Bruce's a virgin."

"Isn't it right, Harold, she wanted the leg amputated?" Susan said. "Does that make it more exciting for you?"

Harold Wilson flipped her the finger twice, the second for effect. "And fuck you, Connie."

Connie stood with both feet spread apart, grabbed her crotch. "Anytime you want a real piece of ass, let me know. I'm ready, big guy."

None of the conversation escaped me, and I replayed every word while I delivered my papers. The lights were out at Glenda's house. I had promised to come over before school. I thought about my mother. If I had to choose, it would be difficult. I enjoyed Glenda. She was single, and missing the leg. Mother was convenient, but Father would always be an obstacle, and she was my mother. That was the biggest issue.
-oOOo-

I hurried from the parking lot. Ms. Johnson waited by the class auditorium entrance. "Glad you could join us today, Bruce." She grinned, and patted me on the shoulder.

"Just for you, teach." I chuckled. "Let me know if you want to subscribe to the newspaper." I grinned, and hurried inside. She closed the door. I heard it latch.

I could not believe my eyes. There was a beautiful teaching assistant, and she was missing the left arm. The sleeve seemed empty, or nearly empty. I could not tell.

"I'm am Ms. Carmen. I'll be teaching the next few classes. Now if you turn to one-fifty-four, we'll continue..."

All I could do was look at the empty sleeve. Gloria and now Ms. Carmen - two amputee women - where did the interest come from. Wow.

-oOOo-

Bruce's mother did not work. Linda Sullivan had the whole day to herself, and began each day slowly with a large cup of coffee in front of her computer. A year ago she began reading a forum for mothers having sex with adult children. Most were involved with sons, but there were lesbian relationships with daughters as well. She had posted occasionally using fictitious names.

John asked me about sex yesterday. I thought I could resist the temptation. So far, I have. I wanted him badly, then when he took his shirt off and sat next to me on his bed I lost all control. He had asked for help with kissing girls. Our lips touched. My tongue went inside his mouth. I was okay until he touched my breast. Soon, I was on top of him, riding him like a wild animal. I want him now, but he is in class. Thankfully. Maggie.

Linda reread the posting several times and then clicked the button to post it to the forum. Her fingers stroked casually between her thighs. There were days when fingers just did not do enough. She needed a man, and today was like that. Even the pictures of younger adult men did not help. She had thousands, many nude, and plenty that she fantasized about.

A few happened to be amputees. Where that began was not clear, but she knew her feelings for male amputees had always been there. She had seen one at the grocery store a few days ago, and he still filled her thoughts. The way the pants leg was tailored to the legless hip, the way he walked so gracefully on his crutches. She wanted to speak with him, but she could not bring herself to do that. What would she say? Hi, I love that you have one leg, want to fuck me? No. That would not work. Maybe, but probably not. Maybe he is into women my age, and can't attract ones his age.

No one at home knew of her feeling for men that age, especially the ones with one leg. Some weeks she would see several different men walking on crutches. Those were the worst weeks. Usually, they were with women, probably wives, or just lucky ladies. Did they understand just how lucky there were to have a stump to fondle whenever the desire struck, which in Linda's case would be about every five minutes?

She had sucked Frank, Bruce's father, this morning. He never liked when she did, but this morning she did not care what he liked. She loved sucking cock, and his was the closest one now. He filled her mouth with come then pushed her away. She went back down on him, brushing his hands away, taking it all greedily.

Bruce was almost twenty-three, and the last thing Linda wanted was to live a celibate life. Frank loved his golf game more. Sex was becoming so rare she had trouble remembering the last time, or even if she had enjoyed it. She still could turn men's heads. She had seen them stare at her, particularly at her legs. She liked to show them off by wearing short skirts and high-heel shoes.

Her thighs parted even more, several fingers probed deep, and she was close. The picture of a young man, nude, with one leg, still filled her computer screen. What would that be like to have sex with such a man? How would having one leg be like? It was a fantasy she indulged more now than ever before. How would Frank react if she lost a leg?

The climax racked her body. Had it been the thought of being an amputee that sent her over the edge?

-oOOo-

Ms. Johnson walked down the hallway. Students all hurried to their next class. Some sent her heart over the moon - both older boys and girls. She wished she had been as lovely as some of these girls. They seemed more so each year. The same for the boys - hunky, walking with assurance and swagger.

Loran Johnson was glad she never had children. She would want to be too close to them. She had read the forum where mothers talked about the things they did with their adult boys, and even girls. Only the fear of being caught kept her from inviting any of the students over to her house. She had overheard two girls talking about her, what they would do if they were alone with her. They were great looking girls, and obviously lesbians. Suzy and Lacy often held hands when they thought no one was looking. Who did they think they were fooling?

Loran had been close to other women, dated, even lived with a few over the years. She loved female flesh, but she also indulged with younger men. They had stamina and could last days like the bunny banging the drum. Bob was one that she would have over when the mood struck. She thought the mood would strike again any minute, but she was ready for a new stud. Bruce had looked at her, and she wanted him. She had to resist, but she also knew those feelings welling up inside her, the ones that were far stronger than her willpower to strike back down.

"How was class?" Loran said to Ms. Carmen, the teaching assistant with one arm. Now there was a woman that could replace all the feelings about Bruce. Loran swiped her tongue slowly over her lips, then sighed softly.

"Once they stopped staring at my sleeve, it was just like a regular day in the classroom." Janice Carmen chuckled.

"If there's anything I can do, let me know." Loran licked her lips again. Yeah, if you'd like to let me eat you alive on my king-sized bed.

"Sure." The woman walked away, and Loren watched the shapely buttocks wiggle against the fabric.

-oOOo-

I wondered if the clock was broken. It seemed that the hands would not move. The last class of the day was almost over, and all I wanted was to rush over to Glenda's for another lesson.

Near the front doors of the building Ms. Johnson was talking with Ms. Carmen. I paused long enough to get another glance at the teaching assistant and the empty sleeve. She was quite pretty, younger, and I suspected even nicer looking without clothes. They both said goodbye to me in more words than required then continued their conversation. I did not know what that remark was about, but they seemed unusually interested. Was it my new sense of confidence now that I was having sex? Did I give off signals I was a man now?

Glenda Drake was waiting on the porch. I was encouraged that she was eager for my visits. Would it ever end? I hoped not, but maybe I could find someone to fill her place if it did. I was not ready, and would not be for a long time. What would happen if she ever wanted to go out in public with me, or was she only interested in giving me lessons?

"Hey, darlin'," she cooed, standing to give me a big hug. "I hope you are as ready as I am."

"All I've thought about today is being with you."

We spent another two hours in her bed doing all we had done before. I was sure I would never get bored with her body, or any woman's body. She helped me refine some things, but complemented me on everything.

"What's it like having one leg?" I said as we dressed.

"I never thought much about it, other than I can't run, or put pants on while I stand, and I need to use crutches; nothing much has changed in my life. Why?"

"Just curious. What if I wanted mine amputated?"

"I don't see a problem with wanting that, other than no surgeon would help you." She chuckled. "Is that something you want?"

"No, I was just curious. I overheard someone once talk about a lady putting her leg under a train to lose it."

"That's odd. I suppose people do such things, but I've never heard or known anyone that did."

"Do people find amputees appealing just because they are missing a limb?"

"Aren't you full of questions?" She laughed. "Again, I don't know. Men like women with big breasts, or long legs, or red hair, so I can imagine they might like a lady just because of a missing leg. No one's been knocking on my door because of my leg...except you."

"I didn't really. I was just here with the newspaper, and we got to talking. Glenda, I kind of like that you don't have the leg. Don't hate me for that."

"Bruce, you will make some lady very happy one day. For now, I'm just happy you are with me. Do you really like that part of me?"

"Yes, ma'am, I do. Maybe that lady you think that I'll make happy, will be missing her leg." I chuckled.

"Bruce, be honest with me...have you always been interested in amputees?"

"No, I don't think so. Maybe you've stirred something inside me. I'm not looking to replace you, if that's what you're asking."

"I was just curious how...well, ah, what excites more: the sex, my age, or my stump?"

"I won't deny that the sex is a big part of it, but I really enjoy that you are missing the leg. When we make love, or whatever you want to call it, I love the way that feels. Makes me wonder what it'd be like if you were missing both of them." I grinned.

"Once I went to an amputee support group meeting and there was a woman without legs. I don't think she was very happy about it, but she handled it as best as she could. I wondered what that would be like. We had drinks afterwards. She had a boyfriend, recent, and he had only known her that way. She told me he really enjoyed they were gone, especially in bed. Yes. It made me wonder."

"Maybe the circulation will fail in the other leg." I grinned.

"I think we both might like that." Glenda chuckled.

"You?"

"Yup, sometimes I wonder what that'd be like. I don't know how to test my curiosity without actually having the amputation though."

"Maybe there's a surgeon out there that would oblige. If there was, would you?"

"I'm doing good with one leg. I'm not sure I should tempt fate by losing the other. If it happened, I guess I wouldn't complain."

"I hope we still will be close when it happens."

"I bet you do, Bruce."

-oOOo-

Linda Sullivan pulled her left foot against her hip, stood in front of the mirror looking the image of a woman with one leg. It excited her. It was not the first time she had done that. She had an elastic bandage that she sometimes bound the leg with then shoved the folded leg into a pair of jeans. She would play with the empty pants leg. If only she could have a pair of crutches, but there was nowhere to hide them, and there was no way to talk to Frank about her fantasy.

She changed into a short dress and high-heel shoes, brushed her hair, admired herself in the mirror. She needed groceries, but there was no reason to look like a slob while shopping. Maybe she would find a willing man to help relieve some sexual tensions. Maybe she would see an amputee.

There were only a few of the small shopping carts and Linda grabbed one just before several other shoppers raced for them. How would she push the cart if she was on crutches?

Shoppers consisted mostly of women, but there were men as well. Few men ignored the chance to look at Linda. The other women were plain, maybe frumpy, or uninspiring. She considered each man. It was only fair. None seemed worth the risk. She had standards after all.

One man approached a woman, chatted her up. The woman did not reject the advance although she wore a wedding ring different from his. The two moved along the aisle, talking, adding items to their carts. Maybe they knew each other. They seemed to be strangers. The woman touched his hand, batted eyelashes, flashed a welcoming smile. Linda would have won the bet if wagering what they would do afterwards.

Linda continued up and down the aisles, occasionally dropping something into the cart, mostly watching other shoppers. She had just rounded the end of an aisle when she noticed a lady leaving the checkout line. The woman was missing a leg, pushing her cart, walking with crutches. She was older, but pretty. Linda looked at her own cart and decided she did not really need any of the groceries there. Instead, she hurried after the woman.

"Can I help?" Linda said as the woman unlocked the trunk of her car.

"Thanks, I've got it."

"You do better than I could." Linda introduced herself, unable to find anything else to say then.

Glenda Drake responded while closing the trunk and turning back towards Linda. She appraised the woman, having seen pictures of Bruce's mother. Bruce had let it slip she was doing some of her own tutoring. That was not a problem for Glenda. She was happy to share him.

"You left your basket back there," Glenda said.

"I guess I did. This is a little awkward." Linda smiled.

"It doesn't need to be. I get plenty of questions about my leg all the time. You'd be surprised at the wide range of them, though there have been a bunch of stupid ones. I try to not judge." Glenda turned and pointed to a Starbucks. "We could have some coffee and chat. I'd like that."

The tables were mostly empty. The two women found one away from the few other people and sat. Linda stretched her long legs out, crossed them at the ankle. Glenda placed her crutches neatly along side her chair. Linda glanced at the pants leg of the missing leg. It seemed that the leg might be amputated near the hip. There were no rings, no wedding rings, no other jewelry, no makeup.

"What's the silliest question?" Linda sipped the coffee.

Glenda played with the cup then sipped. "Can you take a shower or do you sleep?" She laughed.

"Yup, that's pretty lame." Linda nervously held her cup just off the table.

"Listen," Glenda said, "I know about devotees and wannabes, if that's what this is about."

"Pretty obvious, I guess."

"Most are too afraid to approach me. I like that you did. Which is it?"

"Wannabe," Linda whispered. "I've never told anyone, especially my husband."

"I didn't tell mine either. We divorced because of other things. We both had issues that drove the other crazy. We went to counseling and that didn't help much. We finally gave up."

"So, so you found a surgeon?"

"Let's just I found a way. I don't regret anything. It was just what I needed."

"Are you seeing anyone?"

It was the one question Glenda knew she could not answer truthfully. Yeah, I'm banging your son would not cut it. There was a slim chance it might. Glenda almost laughed, but kept a straight face.

"Not really. Some nights I get lonely and pick up a willing man at a bar. Usually, devotee guys give themselves away easily. They drool." She laughed. "There aren't as many as they would like to believe."

"And wannabes?"

"Just a handful. Thousands. Surely not millions. Many are over in Europe."

"Whoa." Linda finally sipped more of her coffee. "What's it like?"

"At last, I'm the way I was meant to be. This is as normal as having two legs is for most people."

"Do many people know?"

"No one that I know. You just gave off some vibes that resonated with me. Otherwise, I wouldn't have told you."

"Thanks."

"Now what?" Glenda finished her coffee then pushed the empty cup away so she would not play with it.

Linda nervously played with her cup, twisting it between her fingers. "That's the million dollar question, I suppose. I either need to tell Frank or just leave him so I can follow my dream. My son will be going back to college soon. He's at the University. At least he won't be at home. He's growing up so fast. Where have the years gone?"

"He must be a fine young man."

"He's having trouble with girls...socially awkward, you know."

"I was that way with boys."

"With my looks, I had to learn quickly how to reject them." Linda groaned. "I'm not bragging, just saying it was not a blessing. If I could have traded bodies I would have gladly."

"Do you still wish you could trade bodies?"

"Yeah, I do. Maybe I could find one that was already missing a leg." Linda laughed. "Would you trade with me?"

"I'd have to find a surgeon."

"Yeah, right."

"How would your son feel if you lost a leg?"

"I don't know. I don't think he's a devotee." Linda laughed. "He mentioned an instructor with one arm."

"I had an amputee teacher in the third grade. The lady was missing her leg, and walked with crutches. I don't remember her name, but that image is burnt into my brain. Maybe that's why I was a wannabe. It doesn't matter. I gave up trying to understand years ago. There didn't seem much I could do about it."

Linda shook her head, not answering any question, but just thinking. "My desires have waxed and waned over the years, each time coming back more strongly. These days I can hardly stop thinking about it."

"What if you did find a solution, maybe a surgeon?"

"I won't. There isn't a doctor out there that will help. I've asked on so many forums. Hypothetically, if there was one, I guess I would confront Frank and let the chips fall where the may. If I had a way to realistically pretend for a while each day that might tamp down the feelings. That's even less likely than finding a surgeon."

"Probably so."

Glenda said she needed to go home and put groceries into the fridge. They promised to meet again. Linda wondered if they would as she walked back to the grocery store to see if the shopping cart was still there with all of the items. It was.

-oOOo-

I was happy to see Glenda waiting for me on the porch as she had the past few days. Eventually, it would be Friday then I could not see her for the whole weekend. Would Mother still be receptive to more lessons while Father was playing golf? I was curious, but not believing she would. It was a little strange kissing my own mother.

Again, Glenda and I spent two hours exploring the others body. I was more relaxed, but I could tell I needed more practice. I would practice as long as Glenda allowed me to spend time in her bed. I doubled many guys I knew were having any kind of sex, and not with a willing partner for several hours a day.

"Wow," I mumbled, sitting up on the edge of the bed, exhausted. Glenda was wetting a washcloth when I entered the bathroom. She washed me. It seemed a ritual for her. Did she do that for other men? I touched her stump. "I love this."

"Thank you. You are sweet to put up with me."

"I don't think of it as putting up with you, far from it. I love all about you and your body. I don't understand why there aren't scads of men wanting to date you."

"How would your father feel if Linda lost her leg? Would he be as willing to be with her?"

"I see your point. I doubt he'd be very interested. Luckily for him, she will not lose the leg."

"How would you feel about that?"

"I wouldn't get to make love to her either way, but at least I could look."

"So, you wouldn't mind her having one leg?"

"Hardly. The only regret would be I won't be living there much longer, so I'd miss spending all that time looking." I laughed.

"Maybe your father would divorce her, then you and Linda could be together."

"She's my mother."

"So? What if she wasn't? Would you make a move for her?"

"She'd find some guy her age. I don't think she's after anyone mine."

"But?"

"Yeah. If the stars aligned and the forces of the universe granted me several wishes, then I'd be all over Mother. She's beautiful. I've seen plenty of men lusting over her. I think Father isn't as interested anymore, and that's a huge shame."
"Maybe you should let her know."

"Why, and have her hate me, or worse? Geez. That'd be the worst thing I could say. Hey, Mother, I wish you had one leg and I want to marry you. I'd never hear the end of that."

"How do you know she doesn't want it for herself, and is afraid to tell anyone?"

"I don't, of course. How many women actually want to be an amputee? I doubt many."

"I guess you are right about that. What if she secretly wishes...that you were missing a leg?"

"There's no way."

"What, that she wishes that, or for you to lose a leg?"

"Either. I've watched you enough to know my life wouldn't change that much if it happened. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad."

-oOOo-

It was dark as usual when I drove to the grocery store to fold newspapers. Mother had been busy when I got home from school yesterday so that I never had a chance to spend time with her. Probably just as well because I had a million inappropriate questions for her.

I was the first to arrive. There were piles of newspapers waiting for each of us, so I grabbed the bundles with my name on each. About halfway though the first bundle, Connie walked from her car and started moving hers.

"Hey, Connie," I said.

"Hey, Bruce. What's up?"

"What was that crap with Harold the other morning? You know, about his mother having one leg. Did she really put it under a train?"

"Yeah. Last year...it was in the newspaper."

"Why?"

"The article claimed she had some made up disease called BIID. Some shit about how it was like being trans, only you believed you had a limb that shouldn't be there instead of having the wrong gender. Isn't that a load of horse shit?"

"Wow. You think that really happens?"

"Got me. You should ask his mother or ask Google. Google knows everything." She laughed. "And the part about them fuckin', I just made that up."

"That was my next question. Do moms and sons have sex?"

"Hell, yeah-h. It's called incest. Happens all the time."

"Did you and your father do it?"

"I'd have cut his balls off if he tried that with me. Maybe I'd have let Mom do me." She laughed. "I don't mess with guys, you know."

"Right, lesbian."

"Got it." She continued to fold, and so did I. "You going to check Vera out?"

"Harold's mother, why?"

"You seem interested. You ever know a chick missing a leg? I did. It was nice, but she took up with another broad."

"What was so nice about it?"

"Something about not having anything in the way on one side...so much better access to her girl-parts."

"I can see how that'd be."

She laughed. "Bruce, have you ever seen any real girl-parts, or are you just remembering the last Playboy you looked at?"

"Sure, Connie...I've seen plenty girl-parts."

The conversation ended far too quickly as more people arrived to fold newspapers. I kind of knew about where Harold lived. I needed to meet the woman.

I finished loading my folded newspapers into my car and started to get in. I looked back at Connie, then Harold. I was happy she had not said anything to him or out loud to everyone about our conversation.

-oOOo-

It was Friday, and Glenda had plans, so I did not see her after class. I did drive by Harold Wilson's house in hopes of seeing his mother, Vera. His car was gone, but three women were out front. Two had all their limbs, and one was missing a leg. All were somewhat attractive, not pretty by a long-shot. Vera wore short-shorts, the pants leg so short and still none of the stump showed. Her belly spilled over the waistband a bit. I guess the rumor was true about her being an amputee. There was no way to stop, or even slow down. My only look was too quick, and I could not even drive around the block for a second helping. Did not matter. The image was seared into my mind, every detail. Maybe she was not every man's fantasy, but she was now mine.

Was Harold really sleeping with her? He was my age. How would anyone know about that? What were the three talking about? How did they feel about the reason for the amputation?

I reached into my pants and made a few strokes. Was it the idea of her wanting to be an amputee, or just that she was one? Something excited me, first Glenda Drake, now Vera Wilson, oh, and the instructor with one arm. So many amputees, all of a sudden. Wow.

-oOOo-

I was sitting at my desk getting a head start on my homework, but failing to be the least bit productive, when Mother knocked on the door jam.

"What'cha doing?" she cooed.

Her blouse was mostly unbuttoned, her short pants showing off her long legs, her feet bare.

"Thinking about you, about Father playing golf tomorrow." I chuckled.

"I was thinking about that." She sat on the edge of the bed, crossed her legs at the knee. "I'm not sure it's such a great idea."

I could see her breasts trying to escape the blouse. Why would she dress like that if she did not want me? I sat beside her, our hips touching, our lips near. She sighed. She was reconsidering. I could have said something, but I kissed her instead. I wanted whatever I could have. A kiss was better than nothing.

Her tongue slipped between my lips, explored casually, in no hurry. Our heads moved about looking for different positions, different sensations. Her hand held the back of my head. She didn't want to stop. I let her have control.

She rested her head against mine, played with my tee shirt, ran her hand underneath, rubbed my chest. She breathed deeply several times then pulled it over my head.

"I'm weak. Stop me." Her voice was soft, quiet.

I cupped a bare breast, held it a moment, then rubbed my palm over it. She did not push it away, or try to stop me. Instead, she moaned.

"I, ah...this is so wrong." She sucked my mouth, her tongue ravaging my mouth. "I need you as much as you want me."

We had longer than the other day, and she took her time showing the ways of her body. Thanks to Glenda, I understood it all. We enjoyed forbidden pleasures. Despite our relationship, I loved her in all the ways I loved Glenda.

-oOOo-

Two hours later she and I shared a shower. It was my first with a woman, and I hoped not the last. We took turns washing the other - everywhere. I remained too excited. She pushed me inside, and we had sex under the falling waters. We washed each other again.

It would be half an hour before Father returned from work. We dried each other, enjoyed glistening flesh, dewdrops, flavors of natural juices.

"Have you ever known an amputee?" I said, hanging the towel up on the towel hanger.

She rolled some deodorant under her arms. "That's an odd question. What prompted that?"

We walked into her bedroom, and she started to dress again in different clothes.

"Harold, one of the paper guys, has a mother with one leg. I was just curious."

She buttoned the blouse up to the top button. There was no use giving Father any ideas. We went to my bedroom so I could dress.

"No, not really."

"Okay. What would that be like?"

"I guess amputees get used to walking with crutches, learn new ways to do things. Some have pain, I guess. Have you seen her?"

"After I heard about her, I drove by where he lives...and she was out in the yard talking with two women. She really was missing a leg. How would you feel if you needed to have a leg amputated?"

"How would you feel if I did?"

"Not fair. I asked first." I laughed.

"If it was needed, what choice would I have?"

"I told you about the teacher with one arm, and now Harold's mother...well, ah, I've never seen so many amputees in such a short time." I fastened my jeans, zipped them up. "You'd still be beautiful." I pulled my tee shirt on. "How would dad deal with it?"

"That's a great question. I don't think very well based on a few times we've seen an amputee at the mall. Once I asked and he told me he would try to accept it. The second time wasn't much different. I get the impression that he might leave me. That's common when the amputee is the wife. Women seem to stay with the guy when he loses a leg. Odd." She sat on the bed, looked at me, then her feet. "You said that I'd still be pretty."

"Sure."

"What about Harold's mother, was she pretty?"

"Not really, but without the leg there was something exciting about her. I don't know what that was about." I rubbed my crotch. "She had a belly that was hanging over her shorts. I, ah..."

"Maybe it's no different from the reaction to a naked breast, or hair color. People find different things erotic. There's no harm liking stumps or big bellies or other features."

"Maybe. I don't think so. I don't know."

"What if I lost an arm instead?"

"I've thought about that. I think I found Harold's mother more interesting than Ms. Carmen."

"I see."

"Mother, thanks for being so understanding."

"Thanks back at you. I'm enjoying myself, although it's still wrong."

"Maybe that's what makes it so good."

"Uh-huh."

The front door closed. Father was home. Mother ran her fingers though her hair, straightened her clothes and hurried to greet him. I sat at my desk replaying the conversations - all of them.

-oOOo-

My dreams were filled of Glenda, Vera, and my mother as amputees. There, they were all close friends. Vera had explained the reason for the amputation and Mother went to the same surgeon. Father had divorced her, as expected, and now the four of us lived together, and I made love to all of them. It was a fantasy, but I could not stop having the dream. I probably had it three or four times during the night.

Father left to play golf before I got up. Sometimes he would leave early and have breakfast with the other men. That is what happened this time.

Mother was undressed when she sat on my bed, then slipped under the covers. We were both ready.

I needed to go to the bathroom an hour later. I probably should have gone before we started. We both got up to go.

She was sitting on the bed with one foot under the hip, rubbing her knee, then along the thigh a few inches above, and back over the knee. It looked like she was rubbing a stump. I couldn't stop the erection from forming.

"Does this excite you?" she cooed.

"It looks like you're rubbing your stump."

"I know. Nice, isn't it?"

I nodded, continued to watch, get more erect.

"It should be shorter, don't you think?" She grinned.

"Are we just playing around?"

"Maybe. Would you like that?"

I nodded several times.

"I could wrap a bandage around it so it would stay folded."

She walked to her room and back, then wrapped the folded leg with a wide elastic bandage. She stood, balanced on the single barefoot.

"Well?" She grinned, rubbed the knee.

"Beautiful. Do you have any crutches?"

"No. Should we get some?"

"Yes. Can you do that with clothes on?"

"Maybe, let's see."

I went to her bedroom and returned with jeans. Sitting, she pulled them on leaving the empty pants leg to dangle free. Again she stood, hopped a few steps, almost fell, regained her balance, and stood in one place.

"What do you think?" she said.

"I think you should get rid of the leg...have a shorter stump."

"How short?"

"How about all of the leg?"

"At the hip...a disarticulation? Yeah."

"If Father leaves you, I'll be proud to be with you."

"You'll find a girl your own age and that is exactly what should happen."

I almost cried. Glenda had said the same thing. Why? Why could neither woman understand I could be happy with an older woman? Why did I need to find some young girl that just wanted to do girl things?

"Girls are so immature. I'll always want someone older."

"Always...forever, that's a long time. You will always be changing your mind about the kind of woman that excites you."

"Yeah...one leg or none." I laughed. "Ten years, no twenty years older."

She sat beside me, kissed my mouth, pulled my hand onto her stump. "My, my. You seem intent on this. How long have you known?"

I was not ready to tell her about Glenda. I had looked at most of my friend's mothers over the years and wondered what they were like, had my share of fantasies about each. My teachers had invaded the same fantasies as well. Maybe Glenda was my first amputee, but I had seen a few. I even had my share of fantasies about them, and looked online to see if I could find pictures. Boy, had I found pictures. Wow.

"This didn't just happen overnight." I kissed her, fondled the stump, knelt down and kissed the stump.

Her eyes closed; the head tilted back. "Oh, yes, yes, my stump," she moaned.

"I'm so glad you decided to have the amputation."

She kissed me a few times. "Yes, I was surprised how willing he was to do it for me."

"Despite there being nothing wrong with the leg?"

"He didn't care. All he wanted to know what how much of a stump. I told him I didn't want any thigh."

"So your lover could have full access to you."

"Oh, yeah-h, so you could. That's right."

We made love. She kept the bandage on, moaning about how great it was to have one leg. I had a feeling this was more for her own pleasure than mine. Maybe it was a desire she had for a long time. Maybe she shared something with Vera.

-oOOo-

It started to rain. Mother received a text message from Father that he was coming home early. Did he know what was happening here and just wanted to warn her? I doubted it. We made the bed and everything looked normal.

I was curious about Vera Sullivan, but there was no way to meet her. I closed the door and went to the web site where I had found the pictures of many amputee women, some chubby like her. I indulged my fantasies for half an hour or more. Would my mother really become like one of these women?

Now, that I knew what Vera looked like, it did not take much to find a few pictures of her. I even found a site where women modeled and sold sets of pictures in all manner of dress. She was alluring. Obviously, someone had used plenty of makeup. Her stump was at the hip. It was neatly done, just a faint scar, smooth, few puckers and wrinkles. It was far neater than I expected from having a train run over a leg. Maybe some doctor had re-amputated the leg.

Vera used the name Francis. Using the Google picture search, I found the newspaper articles I had heard about reporting the accident, which was on purpose and not an accident according to more recent articles. Quotes from Vera mentioned BIID and how it had been a lifelong problem for her, that she wanted others with the illness to know they were not alone.

If I had not seen Vera, I would have never known. I would thank Connie but if I did it would show I was interested, and she would probably tell everyone. I would never be able to show my face at the grocery store again, and I would have to stop my newspaper route. Of course, Harold did know about Vera and at least Connie knew, probably most of the others did, and Harold did not take much heat for that. Did everyone know what they did together? How do you approach someone about that. Harold, is it true you sleep with your one-legged mother. What's it like, you know, to bang an amputee that's also your mother. How does it feel to know she wanted the leg off. Is it something you want as well.

Father had not returned so I told Mother I had something to show her. "That's Harold's mother...Vera," I said, pointing to one of the sample pictures she was selling.

"Shit, she's pretty nice looking." Mother tapped the screen. "Would you like it if I had a belly like hers?" She rubbed her flat stomach, probably having never had an ounce of fat anywhere. "There, look at her holding that wonderful roll of belly fat. Whoa."

Her reaction surprised me a little, but I said nothing. "And here are two newspaper articles. The first is from just after the accident, and the second more recent when she went public about something called BIID."

"I've heard of it...when you think a limb should not be there."

"Yeah. Do you think people really have that?"

"They liken it to being transgendered, you know, when you think you are a girl but have a boy's body."

"There is a trans girl at school. A bunch of guys give her a bad time although she looks like a real girl."

"That's mean." Mother sat down at my desk and began reading the articles. "How'd you find these?"

I blushed. "Once I knew what she looked like, I looked at this site that I stumbled on that has pictures of amputees. From there I used Google to find other places her picture was located. That's how I found the modeling site."

"Dick Tracy would be proud." She continued reading. "A train...that's a bit drastic." She read more. "Then, she found a surgeon to revise the stump, remove some more."

"Overseas it said."

"Yes, a Dr. Ruiz. Did you Google her?"

"No."

Mother did the search I had failed to do. "She's in Cartagena Colombia, had BIID herself, had an amputation, and now does amputations for people with it."

"Maybe you should go." I grinned.

"You'd like that, wouldn't you?" She rubbed my crotch. "God, Bruce, you're hard as a baseball bat."

"I guess I am." I laughed.

"What will I do with you now?"

"Too bad what we did this morning is wrong." I laughed. "I really liked when you had the leg bound up."

"Me too," she whispered, hoping I would not hear.

The front door opened, and we hurried to close the computer windows filled with stuff about amputees and about Vera.

-oOOo-

I did not have any time alone with Mother for the rest of the weekend. Sunday afternoon I slowly drove by Harold Sullivan's house. His car was gone. Vera was working alone in the yard, ratty jeans, old tee shirt, belly visible, running shoe. There was no way to approach her. I drove past, cursing myself for being too chicken to do what needed to be done. I did not think she had seen me, so I circled back around, and ten minutes later made a second pass, this time even slower.

She looked nothing like the modeling pictures. If I did not know better, I would have sworn they were two different women. She looked haggard. I thought about the phrase love over comes all and how that might apply to her. I looked up just in time to brake before hitting a slow moving cat. The tires squealed some. The cat meowed loudly and hurried to the curb.

Vera grabbed her crutches and walked quickly to the cat. "Shame on you, kitty." She pushed it with a crutch tip. The cat ran under the porch. "You okay?" she said to me, walking closer.

I took a deep breath, looked her over, found that looks did not matter in her case. "Yes, ma'am. Is your cat okay?"

"She's got to learn to be faster, or she'll get run over one day." She rested a hand on the opened window sill. "Yes, she's fine." She smiled. "Can I get you something to drink? Least I can do for missing the cat." She laughed.

The last thing I wanted was to be there when Harold returned, but I really wanted to speak with Vera, especially now that I knew she modeled.

"That'd be nice. Are you sure I'm not putting you out?"

"My son's gone for the night. Some company might be nice."

I knew I was running the risk of being found out. She would tell Harold about the visit, and he would say something one morning while everyone was folding newspapers. Right now, nothing would have stopped me from getting out of the car once I finished parking closer to the curb.

She was waiting on the sidewalk to the porch, holding two bottles of beer when I closed the car door. She handed me one and grinned. Introductions were made. She used the name Vera as I suspected she would. I said nothing about knowing Harold, and especially nothing about the rumors of them sleeping together. For all I knew, it was just a lie as Connie had last said.
"Have a seat," she said, waving a hand towards the porch steps. "I was just weeding the flowerbed. Meaningless chore to take my mind off other things. You ever do stuff like that?"

"I sometimes live in a fantasy world." I smiled, sipped for the first time. "Hits the spot." I held the bottle up.

"My ex was a lazy son of a bitch. He couldn't keep a job to save his life. The best thing he ever did was after the divorce to get killed at work without changing beneficiaries on the company life insurance policy." She laughed. "He was worth something dead. We had a policy on the house that paid the mortgage off, too." She laughed again, sucked on the bottle.

"You manage well on crutches."

"Thanks. Not so bad having one leg. It's been a few years. After Ben got killed, I felt free to follow my own needs."

"The leg?"

"Hell yeah." She sucked on the beer. "Got my leg amputated. The best thing I ever did." She laughed. "I had something called BIID. Makes you believe you have a limb that should be there. Had that all my life. I remember being a little girl and believing it. That sucked."

"Is it a common problem?"

"I surely doubt it. No one knows. At first, I kept it all to myself. Now then when someone asks, I tell the God's honest truth...not ashamed, not anymore. No more than someone that had cancer and lost it that way."

"Thanks for sharing that with me."

"Why, you got the same problem?" She grabbed at her belly and held the roll of fat for a moment. "Wasn't always fat, but I love how it feels."

"Nah." I watched her playing with the belly. "I just like to look at amputee ladies. I know someone that might have BIID, at least she wants an amputation. I guess she'd need to see a shrink and get certified she has this BIID thing before the doctor would amputate."

"Not anymore. Just ask, and it's quite inexpensive...three grand a limb, if you can believe that." She laughed. "Hell, you could have all four for just twelve grand."

"Would you?"

"I've thought about it, but having just the one off is all I want. How about your friend?"

"Just a leg."

"Sweet." She sucked the bottle several times, then looked at me. "You say you are a devotee? You know, I sell pictures if you are interested."

"I think I've seen a few, but haven't had a chance to buy any."

"Come inside. I'll show you."

There was no way I would pass up the invitation, Harold or not. I followed, watching every detail of her movements. She might not be as pretty as Glenda, but she was an amputee and leading me inside her house.

She sat at her desk, moved the mouse, typed a password. I sat beside her and watched a glorious picture of her appear. In it, she wore a cropped tee shirt and thong underwear which revealed her legless hip in full detail. She seemed proud of her appearance, even the small roll of belly fat. Why not? If not for Harold, or Glenda, then I would be asking her for a date.

"Lovely," I said, looking back and forth between the screen and her.

"Thanks. The makeup artist did amazing things." She chuckled. She clicked on a second icon, and another picture appeared from a different set, this one in a one-piece thong-swimsuit beside a swimming pool. "I like these. That was a great day."

"Looks like a nice setting."

"A rich guy's house, all secluded."

"Was he there?"

"He and his wife put up the money to hire the photographer. A big chunk of change, too. I was their first older chubby woman and if they sell enough then they will do more."

"I've noticed their models all look like they are in their twenties."

"They have some younger, but don't openly sell those pictures."

"Younger?"

"Late teens, just barely legal...hot nubile stuff. Whew."

She clicked on a folder then opened a picture of a Russian blonde girl without legs, naked by the same swimming pool. Vera said she was nineteen, but it was hard to believe. A very suggestive pose, something that probably crossed many lines. Still healing scars suggested the amputations were recent. Why? Both legs were completely gone.

"They paid her to lose the legs. How would you like her for a girlfriend?" Vera grinned.

I gasped, sighed deeply, licked my lips. "Wow." I stared, knew I was growing erect, looked at Vera. "I like them older." I grinned. "Like you."

"I'm flattered. I can introduce you to someone your age. What kind of amputee turns you on?"

"You." I grinned.

She clicked on another folder, then opened a picture. The woman was probably thirty, quite pretty, and missing her left leg at the hip. She wore a similar thong to what Vera had worn, posed in a similar manner, looking alluring.

"Tina's a wonderful person, and currently single, between boyfriends."

"Probably lives overseas. I'd never have a chance with her regardless."

"I bet girls melt in your hand."

"I wish. I've never had much, any luck."

She turned, her lips now near mine. Her hand reached out and touched the back of my head, then pulled my lips against hers. Of course, I did not resist. Her tongue slipped between my lips, explored just as Glenda's had the first time we kissed. I responded with my tongue, trading tongues and kisses for several minutes.

"Bruce, I don't see why? That was one of the best kisses I've had in a very long time. If you set up a kissing booth at the fair, you'd be rich." She stood and pulled me up by the shoulders, then hugged me while kissing me again. Her body rubbed against me. I touched a breast, rubbed some, gripped, fondled, then let my hand slip down her back to a hip. "Oh, my-y," she moaned.

"Sorry." I tried to pull away.

"No, that's not the problem." She leaned her forehead against mine. I felt her deep breaths against my face. "I want more. You want more."

"And the problem is?"

I knew what the problem was, but I wanted to hear it from her. Maybe the stories were not true about Vera and Harold. I would still have to resolve issues with Glenda. Would Vera and Glenda share me?

"God, this is awkward. Right now, I don't care. Maybe we can figure it all out later." She reached into my pants and held me. "Do you mind?" Her hand stroked. "No, you don't." She laughed, picked up the crutches, and walked away.

She was undressing when I caught up in the bedroom. Harold was to be away the rest of the night. I did not expect him to return finding us wrapped in bliss. I hoped not. It almost seemed Vera did not care either.

If Glenda was a ten, and she was not, then Vera was a six. For their age, both women were exciting, at least to me. Maybe it was the missing leg, or that they both were willing to have sex. It could have been many things. They were the only women that had offered me what they did, other than my own mother. I was still sorting that one out, as was Mother. Where that might go I had no idea.

Her breasts were small, her chest nearly flat, compared to Glenda's. My only reference was Glenda's and Mother's body. The rest was similar. Glenda's stump was short. Vera's was off at the hip. I liked Vera's more.

We started by lying along side each other, lips locked for minutes, hands roaming about, finding different places to explore, some briefly, others for longer. I loved the hip without a thigh, and my hand ended there, rubbing all over.

"Yeah-h," she whispered, sucking my mouth harder.

With some reluctance, I pulled my lips away and began a slow journey down her body. She was pleased with each pause, especially her nipples, but her excitement grew as I continued lower. She was my third I had kissed down there, and they all tasted different, and not in a bad way. Maybe Vera was now my favorite, and I worshiped there for the longest time. Her foot raised, the leg straight. There was ample space for my whole face. Then, the knee pulled up to her chest. Both hips appeared equally without thighs. It reminded me of the picture of the naked girl without legs.

"That's so nice," she cooed, rubbing my head while I licked and sucked and nibbled. "Oh, God-d, God," she moaned, quivering, shaking against my mouth. "Very, very nice."

I knew just enough to know she had climaxed. Glenda's were similar. Mother had not, probably too nervous still.

I massaged both hips with both hands, pecking teasing kisses here and there. "Maybe you should have the other off."

"With such attention to detail like you offer, I might be willing." She snickered.

She rudely forced me onto my back and gently began letting her lips slip down my shaft, her tongue rimming the ridge while she could. She did not gag or choke or have a need to pull back off, even as her lips reached the bottom. I loved the feel. I could enjoy this a lot.

"I love to suck," she said during the brief moment her lips were free.

I watched her head rise and fall in long, slow movements, each matching the prior. She was at ease, relaxed, and in no hurry to finish me. It felt good. I did not sense a need to climax. It was as if she could control such matters, and saving it all for when I was inside her. She moved so the legless hip was over my face, and I moved my head enough to kiss her where I had before, a hand massaging the stump.

I had lost track of time. It could have been a week later. I did not care. When we stopped I happen to notice the clock. It had only been an hour, and we had not had intercourse. Maybe she did not want that.

She hopped to the bathroom, peed with the door open so I could see, then hopped back. She rolled me onto my back and lowered herself until I was fully inside.

"Oh, Bruce...you fill me nicely."

She began to slide up and down, taking longer strokes. I still did not sense a need to climax and was enjoying all we did. She sat upright, hands rubbing her breasts, face looking up, and still riding me.

"Damn, that's good," she moaned.

She rolled us over without losing me. I knew what to do, and did. Her foot fell onto my back, hips rising and falling to match my movements.

-oOOo-

We showered together, washing each other. Little was different from with Glenda Drake. I doubted all women were this way. Would I ever find out?

"Listen, Bruce." She sucked me twice. "I want to do this again."

"Me too."

"That's the thing." She stood, pushed me inside, held me close. "Man. I love having you in me. There's another guy. I'm trying to break if off. The relationship is unhealthy, wrong."

"And?"

"I'm not having much luck. I just happened to be alone today. He's away tonight. I might not be able to see much of you...unless...I can succeed freeing myself. It's going to hurt."

"How can I help?"

"You can't."

We stood under the falling water having wonderful sex. I knew she was talking about Harold. How long had the relationship had been going on, or what was her motivation for ending it? I was sure Mother was going through the same thought process. I had Glenda to fall back on, but even she had acted as if it was only for short-term pleasure.

"Let me introduce you to Tina." She kissed my lips, and I remained deep inside. "She'll do everything I've done. You'll get along with her just fine."

"I'm happy with you."

"Likewise, darling. But, the guy I'm seeing won't give me up easily...maybe ever...and I don't know if I can stop."

-oOOo-

Vera and Harold Sullivan's house receded in my rearview mirror. A thumb-drive filled with all of her pictures plus all of Tina's warmed my pocket. I had been offered all of the legless girl's, but knew I should never have such pictures on my computer. I had looked at most of them. She was very nice looking, but of questionable age. Vera told me her legs had been amputated after they paid her a large sum of money. Had they filmed the surgery as well? I was surprised anyone would do that at her age. I did not ask more about it.

Father stopped me in the driveway. He wanted to get the lawnmower working. He hasn't used it in weeks, and the lawn showed it. The rain had stopped. All I could think about were my hours in bed with Vera. Did he even remember times like that with Mother, or any woman?

We were behind the house in the workshop filled with power tools he never used. He collected them because he liked the look, the heft, and maybe what they are made to do. Some still had the price tag dangling from a lever or a dial.

"Had me that wrench," he said, not saying which one.

I hand a half-inch box wrench plus one with a spark plug socket. "Did you check the plug?"

He didn't know what that was, I'm sure. "Good idea." It takes a minute before he pulled the wire from the plug. Finally, the plug came lose.

"How was golf?"

"Golf?" He paused. "Yeah, golf. It was good until the damned rain started."

Now, I wonder if he was playing the famous single hole course on a secretary from work. His clubs are leaning against the wall, and look very clean, nothing looks like it has been in the rain. I know he wipes them off after each use. He takes better care of his clubs than anything else.

"Maybe we could play one weekend," I said, watching him look at both ends of the spark plug, clueless about what he is looking at.

"Looks okay," he said.

I take the plug and look. The end of the electrode is burnt off. "Nah. See?" I point at the electrode. There is a new plug in a package on the workbench. I hand it to him, and the mower starts like it was brand-new. "Now what?"

"Maybe you can mow the lawn." He laughed, but I knew he was serious.

"I've got a ton of homework."

He turned it off and wiped the top surfaces with a clean rag. "What'cha doing this summer with all your free time...seeing any girls?"

Free time? I almost laughed aloud. "Paper route keeps me busy plus classes."

"Are you really going to classes? Man, my summers in college were spent at the beach looking at chicks in bikinis...back before I met your mother. Those were the days."

"Was she your first?"

"Hell no. Kim in the twelfth grade was my first. She'd been putting out, and I figured she'd teach me something. We went out for several months. What a babe. Wow."

"How'd you and Mother meet?"

"Big party. I saw her across the room, and knew I had to meet her. Things moved quickly after that."

"You saw her exclusively?"

He blushed. I had asked a question he could not answer honestly. "Sure." He lied, and I knew it. "You getting any?"

"What?"

"You know, are you having sex with anyone?"

"Father!"

"Don't be shy. I just figured a handsome young man like you would be, you know, plowing the back forty with some lady. I'm jealous if you are." He slapped me on the back. "Good for you."

"One of the guys that throws papers, is dating an amputee." I neglected to mention chubby and older. I just wanted his reaction to amputee ladies.

"Gross. Can't he get a real lady? What is she missing?"

"A leg. What's wrong with that?"

"Maybe it's his thing, but you'd never catch me with one."

"What if something happened to Mother?"

"I'd be out of here on the next plane. No way would I stay."

"Does she know?"

"It's not like I could just ease that into a conversation, you know." He laughed. "Darling, you lose a leg, and I'm divorcing you. Shit no, I haven't told her."

"Doesn't seem very nice to think that way."

"Cripples...I can't imagine having to see that crap when we have sex. Give me a big pair of hooters, nice ass, a pair of great legs. Now that's what I like."

"Mother's not big in the chest."

"Yeah, I know, but I love her anyway. What do you find sexy in a woman...blondes, redheads, long legs, big butt?"

"Yeah, seventy, three-hundred pounds, and huge thighs."

"You've got to be kidding me. Really?"

"No Father, just jerking your chain." I started towards the door. "Need to start my homework." The thumb-drive was burning a hole in my pocket. I was thinking about Tina.

-oOOo-

My door was closed, and I looked at each picture of Tina. They were all stunning. Some were provocative. Others just enticing. Was there really a way to meet this woman, much less date her? I would gladly give up my three women for Tina. Wow. She could have been on the pages of any men's magazine if she was not an amputee. How had she lost the leg? Had she gone to the surgeon that worked on Vera? Vera had not said much about Tina other than she was single and between boyfriends. I did not know where she lived. Maybe local, probably not. Just my luck to have a chance to meet someone and have them live halfway around the world.

There was a knock on my door. I quickly closed all the computer windows filled with Tina's pictures, closed the folders, and walked to the door.

"Hey, Mother." I probably gave off signals about what I was doing. "Working on my homework." Of course, my textbooks were still closed, even still in my book bag.

"Thanks for helping your father with the mower. He gets so frustrated about stuff like that. Not a mechanical bone in his body. I know more about it than he does, but he won't let me help. That's a man's job." She laughed.

"Sure. It was a bonding millisecond." I laughed. "He asked if I was getting any." I grinned. She blushed. "Asked what kind of lady I was after. Told him old and huge with thick thighs. I thought he would puke."

"Should have mentioned having one leg," she whispered.

"I told him about a friend that's dating an amputee. Father said he'd never be seen with one."

"I suspected so. Nice to have it confirmed."

"I asked what he'd do if you lost a leg. He said he'd divorce you."

"Bastard. At least I know."

"What will you do?"

"Even if there were a surgeon, if Dr. Ruiz was still doing the amputations, and that reference was several years old, I can't go, not now. Maybe someday I'll be able to accept what I need to do."

"I hope so."

"I know you do. Maybe you can find a lady missing a leg if that's what you want."

"I'd rather have you."

"Bruce, darling. As nice as that might sound, it would never work. I wish I could resist you."

"Don't try."

She kissed me on the mouth for a long moment then walked away. I thought I understood.

-oOOo-

Harold was already folding newspapers when I picked up my first bundle. No others were there. I had no idea what Vera had told him, if anything. Some mornings he was civil and even said hello. Usually he kept to himself. I never knew what to expect.

"Bruce, hello," Harold said.

I was surprised. "How was your weekend?"

"Good. Went to see a lady I've been writing. She lives over in Redlands."

"That's great." Based upon what Vera had told me, it might be Tina. "Been seeing her for long?"

"Nah, this was the second visit in person. We've talked on the phone, swapped email, used FaceTime a bunch."

"Must be a hot lady to make you drive that far for a date."

"Yeah. She's special."

"How, if you don't mind me asking."

"Guess it's no secret that my mother is missing a leg. Well, she introduced me to Brenda who is missing both hers."

I had panicked a little for fear it would be Tina. Why hadn't she hooked him up with Tina?

"Both?"

"If you saw this lady, you'd understand how it wouldn't matter. Geez. She's probably the most beautiful woman I've ever seen." He pulled his phone out of a pocket and showed me a picture.

She was ten, maybe twenty years older, and as advertised, drop dead gorgeous, melt in you mouth beauty. It appeared both that legs had been amputated at the hip, although I could not tell because she wore short pants.

"Lucky you." I handed the phone back. "You think it will last?"

"I hope so. Does that light a fire for you? If so, I can get Mother to find you someone. She knows this great lady, our age...Tina, missing one leg. I've heard nothing but great things about her. She supposedly will rock you world, if you get my drift. That's from a guy she used to date, until his wife caught him and her. A real wild child, you know. Can't get enough."
"Let me think about it."

"What's to think about? Snooze, you'll lose on this lady. Maybe you're afraid to be with an amputee, but let just say there is nothing like it."

"So I've heard...read something on the Internet about it. Devotees?"

"Yeah, right." Carol lugged two bundles at once and dropped them nearby, but out of earshot. "Keep this on the Q. T.," Harold said. She went to get two more.

-oOOo-

I drove by Vera Sullivan's on the way to school. As expected, she was working in the front yard. She recognized my car and walked over, leaned down, and kissed me hard on the mouth.

"Dreamed about you last night." She licked her lips, but continued to keep them close to mine.

"If you have some free time?" I grinned.

"Sweetheart, Harold will be back in about an hour; otherwise, I'd invite you in for some more bedroom fun. I introduced him to a legless lady and that's where he was this weekend. I just hope he'll take up with her."

She never quite came out and admitted the kind of relationship she had with Harold, but I knew, and I would not say anything.

"Maybe I can find some time for us to mess around this week. I surely had a great time with you. You know, I talked to Tina this morning and mentioned how I had recently met a fine young man just a little younger than she is. You know, Tina seemed quite interested if you'd like an introduction."

"I'd like more of you, but..."

"Yeah, sugar, I know. And I agree. Let me call Tina again. How about this weekend? She lives on the other side of town."

-oOOo-

I was anxious to see Glenda Drake after class. There was an envelope taped to the front door with my name. I knew it contained bad news.

Bruce. An old boyfriend has asked me to come visit. I was deeply torn about what to do. I have started enjoying our time together. I will miss your kisses, your touches, and all the rest. I don't know when I will be back, or if I will. Find yourself a beautiful amputee lady and settle down with her. Love. Glenda.

With broken heart in hand, I walked slowly down the steps towards my car. I knew this was the likely result when I first met Glenda. The same is probably true with Vera. I don't even know if she will stop whatever she does with Harold, or if Harold will continue seeing Brenda, the legless lady he was starting to date.

Mother was laying facedown on her bed. She was undressed, and crying. I guess she was not expecting me to be home early. I did not expect it either. I was supposed to be in bed with Glenda. I sat gently on the edge of the bed, rubbed the small of her back. "What's wrong?" I had a good idea.

"I didn't hear you come in." She rolled to one side, wiped at an eye with the back of a hand. "What time is it?"

I told her, and rubbed again. "How can I help?" I knew what I wanted, but did Mother?

"What you told me about your father has me very upset."

I rubbed a buttock then the flesh where the thigh begins. "About here." I rubbed with the edge of my hand like it was a saw. "Uh-huh."

"Why do you understand me so well? Why can't he?"

"Because..." I paused, unable to say anything about Glenda or Vera.

She pulled the left foot against the hip. "This doesn't help."

"Pretending is not the same. How could it be?"

"I wish there was a way to make it be off for a short-time. I'd pretend during the day, and be normal for your father in the evenings."

"Is there a way to do that?"

"Not that I've found. Sounds like something out of a science fiction novel."

"Would it give you a realistic stump?" I grinned, sawed again.

"Of course." She laughed. "It's my fantasy and I'll make it work how I want." She laughed again.

I laid beside her, our lips touching, my hand roaming about on her back. It was great to kiss her, and she was enjoying my mouth.

"Bruce, sweetheart," she pushed back then sat up, "we can't."

"I don't care what others might think."

"But darling, I do and this isn't right. Maybe I'm not sorry about what we've done, but I just can't do it again."

I pushed her onto her back and put my hand between her thighs, rubbed, inserted a finger, played. She moaned, spread her thighs some.

"I wish he'd do that," she whispered, doing nothing to stop me.

"I love to watch how you respond to my touches."

"You're the best." She chuckled.

"Maybe you could lose both legs," I whispered softly.

"Uh-huh. And an arm."

We did everything we were not supposed to then did it all again in the shower. Maybe we wouldn't do it again, but I suspected we would.

"You should find a girl you age that is missing a leg," she cooed in my ear, hugging my damp body tightly, grinding against me.

"You should leave Father, have your leg amputated, and live with me elsewhere. No one would need to know. Eventually, you could have the other leg then an arm amputated, maybe more."

"You are one naughty man." She slapped my bottom. "Maybe that would be the answer to both our problems. I'm afraid that finding a surgeon to do that would be as difficult as finding something to let me be a temporary amputee."

I dried her off then she did the same to me. The clock in the bathroom reminded us Father would be home in about ten minutes. I was happy he was a creature of habit and never early nor late.

"Aren't there dating sites for amputees?" she said.

"And?"

"I'm serious. You need to find someone. I'll be fine."

"If it'll make you happy."

"It would."

"Have I ever told you about Harold Sullivan, one of the guys that folds newspapers with me? His mother is an amputee...missing one leg."

"Have you met her?"

"Uh-huh. I drove by their house, and she was working in the yard, so I stopped. She mentioned a lady with one leg that is looking for someone to date."

"Jump on the offer. What's she like, the girl?"

I showed her a picture of Tina, dressed. Mother continued to encourage me to meet Tina, and at least see if there might be some connection. I left out all the details and rumors I had heard.

"Are you sure?" I kissed her hard on the mouth, rubbed a hand between her thighs.

She rode my hand several times. "I could share." She laughed. "We need to get dressed before he comes home."

I had just closed my bedroom door when Father walked into the house. That was cutting it too close. He would probably kill me if he knew what was going on. I suspected Mother had the same fears.

-oOOo-

Tina and Jenny sat at the bar, drinking whiskey. There were not many patrons and it was quiet. Tina's crutches leaned against the bar.

"What a day," Jenny groaned. "Rafferty kept sending the copy back with more revisions. I thought I'd never be finished."

"He's an asshole." Tina sipped her drink, rolled a piece of ice around in her mouth.

"What's up with Joe?" Joe was an on again, off again boyfriend of Jenny's.

"Haven't heard anything from him lately." Jenny reached over and held Tina's hand. "Maybe we should date. At least we understand each other." She continued to hold the hand, and Tina did nothing to free hers.

"How long have we known each other...three years. That's longer than I've known any man." Tina leaned over and kissed Jenny. "Nice lips. It's an idea." She chuckled.

"I've never been with a woman, but the thought had crossed my mind a few times, usually after breaking up with a guy."

"You might like me too much." Tina laughed.

Jenny reached down and rubbed the legless hip. "And you've got this wonderful part of you."

"That's what you really want from me. You'd wear it off in a few nights."

"Seems it's already worn off." Jenny laughed. "I can't help if I like ladies with one leg. You know my weakness."

"But you've never dated any amputee men?"

"Nah. Doesn't do anything for me. I see them on the street, and it's ho hum, blah, blah. But, I see someone like you and I'm a wreck for days." Jenny sipped the rest of her drink and ordered another round. "Any prospects on the horizon?"

"Vera called, said she met a guy, our age, but someone that I'd like, and he's seen my pictures." Tina sipped the new drink. "I'm supposed to go out with him this weekend...Saturday night."

"What's he do?"

"At the university...pre-law." Tina sipped again. "This summer he's living at home, throws newspapers to make money, going to the community college. That's how he met Vera. He and Harold fold them at the same place in the mornings."

"Harold, now there's a strange dude. Is he still sleeping with his mother?"

"Yeah." Tina groaned. "Vera is trying to stop but she's as weak as he is. Anyway, I hear he's seeing Brenda, the lady without legs."

"Man. I if I were a lesbian I'd be all over her."

"Is she?"

"Uh-huh, but a little bisexual. I doubt whatever happens with Harold will last long. Too bad, she's a great lady. You think this guy and Vera slept together?"

"She said he's good, so I guess they do." Tina sipped again. "Harold doesn't know, and she wants to keep it all a secret."

"Know anything about his parents? Maybe he and his mother are doing things, or maybe she's a wannabe."

"How many wannabes do you know?"

"You, Vera," Jenny folded fingers as she said a name, "and, ah...I guess two." She laughed. "Yeah, I know it is very rare. You're the only reason I know about it."

"Maybe you should have an amputation."

"When you first suggested that, I thought it sounded really crazy, but lately I don't know. It's sounding better and better."

"Hmm." Tina grinned. "Lose a leg like me and maybe we'd get lost in bed, together."

"Damn. What's the doctor's phone number?"

-oOOo-

Tina and Jenny stood beside Jenny's car in the parking lot of the bar. It was dark, and the lot was mostly empty. They stood close, Jenny's fingers touched Tina's crutches lightly. Both women knew what they wanted. The kiss did not just happen, and it did not end for the longest moment. Tongues explored, wormed back and forth though lips. Soft moans wrapped around their heads.

"Oh, God-d...that was great," Jenny gasped, pushing back.

"Yeah. We shouldn't."

"Right, we shouldn't." Tina leaned in for another kiss that was even more passionate, and lasting twice as long.

"Now what?" Jenny whispered, stepping back.

"Nothing."

"Yeah. I guess." Jenny rubbed a hand over Tina's stump. "I guess, so." She continued to rub, and Tina did not stop her. "Maybe I need one of my own."

"Maybe."

Tina watched until Jenny's taillights were out of sight then drove home.

Tina sat in the wheelchair she used when her arms and leg became weak from walking too long with the crutches. It was rare, but becoming more common. The doctor suggested she might eventually need to use the chair full-time. She preferred to use crutches. It was how she had always seen herself.

In the bathroom she opened a drawer and retrieved a vial, plus a new syringe. She had stumbled upon a liquid, advertised as a potion that when injected would make the limb turn into a stump as real as one resulting from surgery. It was her secret. Not telling Jenny made it more erotic. She injected the remaining thigh so that both hips were without legs. It would last the next two hours. She could have done it for up to twelve, but she was tired and wanted to go to sleep soon.

She rolled about the one-story house where she had lived since before the amputation. The place was conducive to using a wheelchair, and ramps extended from the backdoor to the garage. She had hand-controls so she could drive without legs.

Jenny had asked why the modifications, why the wheelchair, and the answer was that the doctor feared her leg would become too weak, that there was a problem with the hip joint. Tina was setting up a scenario that would offer a likely reason if, and when the next amputation happened. There was no reason to keep Jenny in the dark. She knew about the first amputation, and was the only friend that did.

She transferred to the couch and reclined so she could fondle both legless hips. She was on fire, aroused beyond normal. All she had on was a short tee shirt. The hips were bare. Her hands roamed all over them. She wanted someone to take her madly, ravage her body. Anyone. Fingers would do. She filled herself with one, two, and pumped. She was instantly close to a climax.

Her mind filled with thoughts of Jenny, the kisses in the parking lot, then of Bruce, the guy Vera was setting her up for a date this weekend. Maybe he would be better than the others. She hoped so. It wouldn't take much. Maybe Jenny had been right about being together. At last, Tina found the release that she needed.

Back in the wheelchair, she went to the bathroom, then crawled from the chair to the bed. Still legless, she soon found sleep.

-oOOo-

Tina and Jenny worked for Best Copy, and large ad agency with clients around the States and Internationally. The company employed nearly five-hundred people, mostly in the same building where the two women worked. Other than Joe, no one knew the true reason for the amputation, and Tina planned to keep it that way.

"Tina, I have an assignment if you want it," Joe said.

Joe was a devotee, and married to Tatiana, a Russian lady missing one leg. Tatiana was the contact to the people running the web site where Tina sold her pictures. Assignment was code for that they wished to take more pictures. No one at work knew about devotees, wannabes, or that amputees sometimes sell pictures, or who would want to buy them.

"I have plans for Saturday and probably Sunday. Tell them another time."

"A hot date?"

"Let's just say I'm busy the whole weekend starting Friday right after work until just before work on Monday morning." She laughed.

"I know it's last minute, but," he leaned down so his mouth was close to her ear, "it's a special deal, and the guy is richer than anyone should be."

She twisted her head so they would continue speaking softly. "How much will he pay?"

"Ten grand for Saturday. Nothing overnight either, pretty sweet."

"Is he married?"

"Uh-huh, and the wife wants to be there. I think this is for her more than the husband."

"Ten...will he go more...fifteen? I'm having to change my plans and this is last minute, plus there's a second person."

"I'll be right back."

He was back in two minutes. But, now she was on the phone. She ended the call abruptly as he moved closer.

"Okay, fifteen. He's assuming because he upped the price, your answer will be yes."

"Crap. I hate these gigs."

"You're making a bundle for five hours work. If I could make three grand an hour, I wouldn't be working here."

"Yeah. You're right. Give me the address and what I'm supposed to wear."

-oOOo-

I was heartbroken when I received the text message. Tina was canceling the date. That was not a good sign, especially when it was the first one. A second text offered to meet Sunday about one o'clock, just to talk and see if there were anything in common. It was better than nothing so I replied I would meet her at Charlie's, a popular bar on the riverfront.

I kicked the dirt and cursed softly. Two girls walked by and glanced at me to see what was wrong but did not stop. I suddenly wanted to be with Glenda, or Vera. Glenda was away, maybe forever. I had a class in twenty minutes. I would rather skip if it Vera was free for the rest of the afternoon. She did not respond to my text message.

Ms. Carmen, the instructor with one arm, walked by, stopped, turned to face me. "Aren't you in Ms. Johnson's English Literature class?"

I was starting at the empty sleeve. She knew it. "I'm Bruce. Yes. Sorry you were only there those few times."

"Call me Kelly. Yes. I was doing her a favor." She laughed. "I enjoyed it."

Kelly Carmen was a few years older, probably graduated from the university last year. She was lovelier up close instead of from the twentieth row of the auditorium. I had already decided there was just a short stump of the left arm, but in the sleeveless blouse it was obvious, and very nice looking.

"Uh-huh. It was amputated last year. Not so bad, you know, having one arm." She moved the stump. "I was right handed, so I didn't have to relearn to write."

I looked and found no ring signaling she was taken. Maybe I did not need to meet Tina.

"Could I buy you some coffee?"

"I need to get to a class," she said, "but if you'd like to have a drink one evening I'd like that."

"Tonight?" I grinned.

"Boy, you don't waste any time." She chuckled. "Red Barn, just off campus...say, about six. That way if we want we could have some dinner."

"Deal."

-oOOo-

Tina hurried home, both to beat the traffic and to be alone. Each time she used the potion the desire to use it again grew. It was addictive in ways she never expected. The few hours the night before left her wanting to be legless again, and soon.

The sting of the needle slipping into the top of the thigh signaled it would vanish now. There were ways to make it never return. It was often tempting, but she knew she needed to wait. Maybe next year she would return to have it surgically amputated to match the first. That is exactly what she wanted.

Jenny had wanted to meet at the bar again. Tina begged off with a lame excuse about a headache from the night before. She would have gone even if she was not spending the evening without legs because the desire to suck on Jenny's mouth still raged within her.

Damn Tatiana and Joe and their new customer. The last thing she wanted to do was to prostitute herself. The money was great. Fifteen grand was probably chump change to this couple. She might have gotten fifty if she had held out. Maybe next time they would pay that much. She would make them want to shell out whatever she demanded. She was good at what she did, and she knew it as well as any client she ever had.

Men and women loved having sex with her. Most came back for more, some once a month. She would never see anyone more frequently. It was her way of keeping an emotional wall in place. At first, she did not have the rule and one man would pay her for nightly visits. He grew too close. He wanted to marry her. She wanted to be single. It became ugly, and she almost called the police.

It all started while she was in Colombia following the amputation. Joe and Tatiana visited often in hopes of finding new talent for their picture and video production company. The women traveling there came from all walks of life, and some were beautiful, and needed money. Tatiana would approach them first. After all, Tatiana was missing a leg. She was also a wannabe. She spoke the same language, had the same desires. The women were either easy pickings, or wanted to be anonymous. Maybe they had husbands or family that did not wish to have pictures on the market.

The more Tatiana made contacts, the easier it became. You're beautiful. Men will pay plenty to see your pictures. You'll get rich. Little did they know Joe and Tatiana would take big fees out of the so called profits for travel, hotels, food, clothing, and photographic services. It was a scam. Only a few of the girls would ever make money.

When the profits did not appear and the tab kept running higher, Tatiana would approach the women about a new line of work - prostitution. Of course, she did not call it that. Some of the women were single, and would never find a husband no matter how many amputations they had. Too old, too unattractive, too something. Be with this wealthy guy, he'll be your sugar daddy. Most of the ladies did not have the skills in bed to interest a man for long. For some men, that did not matter as long as they had a stump.

Tina was one of the fortunate few. Her pictures had a market, and sold well. She knew how to pose so that a man climaxed just looking at them. She was good in bed, too, very good. It did not take long for word to make the circuit of wealthy clients that she was beyond good. Couples soon were begging to have threesomes. Fees continued to increase. Finally, she negotiated a new arrangement with Joe and Tatiana where their cut was much smaller, and she could reject assignments sometimes.
-oOOo-

I got out of bed and looked back at Vera. The more I was with her, the more I knew I would be happy being with her all the time. Mother was right about it being unreasonable for us to continue whatever we were doing. Besides, I was sure Mother would never find a way to lose the leg. At least Vera had already accomplished that.

"Should we go out for dinner?" I said. I told Mother I had a date, and I might be home late. She had teased me about getting lucky and if so she would understand if I did not come home during the weekend. I had detected a note of sadness in her voice, but she kissed me on the mouth and assured me she was happy. "Nothing fancy, burgers and a beer."

"I'd love that, but are you sure you want to be seen with me out in public?"

I sat back down and rubbed her belly. "I think you're beautiful."

"Ha," she scoffed, then pushed my hand down onto her stump. "There."

I rubbed for a moment then grabbed the small roll of belly fat. It was not large. I had seen larger. "I'm glad you have this, too."

"Other men aren't."

"I'm not other men." I shook it then drove a finger deep inside, then a second finger.

"Oh, Bruce-e," she moaned, pulling my hand free. "I'm hungry for food. Can you spend the night?"

"Uh-huh."

Vera wore a shorter dress that hid the muffin-top. I loved how her leg looked. She wore a sandal on the single foot. I could tell I was falling in love. Glenda had started it, but now she was gone. Even if I had waited six months to emotionally heal before meeting Vera I still would have felt the same.

Pete's was a dive with good food and good drinks. The crowd was older, but that was fine. All that mattered was that I was with Vera. We sat at a table, and she kicked the sandal off and played footsie, sometimes rubbing my lower leg. I think she wanted to put the foot between my thighs, but did not.

"I'm glad your mother didn't mind," Vera said.

"I'm old enough..."

"That's not what I meant." She grinned. "I'm pretty sure you two are close."

"Does it matter?"

"I guess you probably know Harold and I... Well, that's over just so you know. He's seeing Brenda, and I think that's working out well for him. Have you seen Tina?"

"It was supposed to be this weekend, but she had something come up at work. Now it's just Sunday for brunch."

"How's your mother's wannabe thing going?"

"If she could be missing a leg part-time that'd be perfect. Maybe she and Father could ease into a truce that way."

"Is that what she wants?"

"I don't think there's a surgeon, and she's not putting the leg under a train...so I don't what alternatives she has."

We sipped our drinks and ordered meals. I held her hand and stared into her eyes. I was blind to all the issues. All I wanted right now was to be with her.

"What would you like to happen?" I said, then blew her a kiss.

"What we've been doing is pretty nice."

"Yeah. I was thinking about longer term."

"I'd be a lucky lady if we stayed together. I know that sounds weird. I'm as old as your mother. I know Tina will sweep you off your feet and I'll never see you again."

"What if I said I'd rather be with you than her?"

"I'd think you were crazy." She smiled.

"Crazy in love with you."

-oOOo-

I had sent Tina a text message that I needed to beg out of our date because I had met someone else. She wrote back that she understood. I wondered if she did or how she would react if she knew it was Vera.

At home, I packed a few things so I could spend several nights at Vera's. Mother understood I would be away, but not exactly why. She sat on the bed and watched. Father was away for the rest of the day.

"I've been seeing an older lady, an amputee," I said then showed her pictures.

"This is the one you talked about, Harold's mother."

"Yes, Vera. We happened to meet. Things have been good."

"I'm here if you need me. You're the only one that understands."

"I'm sorry about Father, and that you can't have the amputation."

"Or you." She wiped a tear from the corner of her eye. "Would you stay if I lost my leg?"

"What about him?"

"Yeah. Him."

I thought it was odd that we both referred to Father as him. He was the reason I didn't stay with her. I had great fantasies that we ran off to a doctor out of the country for the amputation then lived happily ever after in a beach bungalow, listening to the sounds of the surf and each other.

"Listen," she continued. "I don't want to lose you." She kissed me deeply.

"You have your life here."

"I know. And I know he'd never divorce me despite what he says about me and an amputation. I don't know what to do. I shouldn't be saying any of that because it'll keep you from Vera."

Now, I was truly conflicted as never before. If I had to choose between Mother and Vera, I just did not know what I would do. It was a decision I hoped I would never have to make.

"Mother, I'd like you to meet Vera. Maybe knowing another wannabe might help."

-oOOo-

I had told Vera about my conversation with Mother, and how I wanted the two to meet. The day was comfortably warm, and we met for brunch at a restaurant with an outdoor courtyard. Introductions were over, and some light chitchat was wrapping up.

"I'm very happy that you and Bruce have become so close. I see a long relationship for you both." Mother sipped her coffee then recrossed her legs at the knee. She had lovely legs, and I often enjoyed looking at them, although having one amputated would be quite nice.

"I was as surprised as anyone, but yes, we have fallen in love." Vera sipped her coffee then grinned at me. "He's a wonderful man, and you should be proud."

"I am. He's given me much pleasure, especially lately." Mother smiled and blew me a kiss. "I understand you have BIID, or at least wish to be an amputee."

"Yes. It's been the bane of my existence for my whole life. It comes and goes making me believe it is over with. Then, something happens, I see an amputee, or read an article, and poof, it's back with a vengeance. Lately, it's been really bad and I'm pretending some. That usually just makes it worse. My husband can't stand the idea of me as an amputee. He doesn't know how I feel. Based on other comments, I believe he'd divorce me. I should let him so that I can do as I please."

"You would make a lovely amputee. Would it help if you could be one part-time, have a realistic stump?"

"I don't how that'd be possible, but I'd do anything that'd help."

We started eating and forgot the conversation for several bites of food. I knew more was coming because Vera and I had discussed it all. I thought it was the perfect solution.

Vera slipped a small blue bottle and syringe to Mother and suggested she put in her purse right away before anyone noticed. "That is a potion that will allow you to be an amputee for one to twelve hours. Inject where the stump is to end. Everything happens instantly."

"No way-y," she drawled before taking another bite and sipping more coffee.

"I can assure you based on people I know that use it, they are quite happy with the results."

Vera had also told me about Tina and Brenda and how they both used the potion. How would Harold take the news that Brenda was not a surgically created amputee? It should not matter, but I understood how it might, just as some devotees will have nothing to do with wannabes with real amputations.

"Honey," Mother said to me, "this is fantastic. I can't thank both of you enough."

-oOOo-

I lived with Vera for over two years until she passed away after a heart attack. Mother started slowly with the potion, using it just during the day when Father was at work, then on Saturdays when he was playing golf. A few months later she confronted him while her leg was off. They argued and fought then he walked out, never to be seen again. The divorce was quick and simple.

By then she had learned of the doctor in Colombia and had the leg surgically amputated. She healed and recovered quickly, then resumed her life living away from Overbrook. She used a cover story, never admitting what had actually happened.

I finished at the university and passed my bar exams, then went to work at a large firm. I loved what I did, and I loved Vera. Mother would send me pictures, and suddenly I would be more in love with her, but managed to never let Vera know.

After Vera's funeral, I had dinner with Mother. She was too much to resist. We spent the night together, and every night afterwards. It was the best relationship I ever had.
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