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" No, I can't fuck him, he's my son! It is wrong. Only you Ron, I can only love you. Oh god, he's leaving me too. I'll be all alone now. He hates me, he hates me...and I love him. I need him, he can't leave me..." her voice trailed off into a mumble.
But I had heard enough. She loves me. Somehow after all that had happened--she loves me. And I love her. I pulled my dick out of her ass and wiped the sperm Rape Fantasy Sex load up as best I could, smearing it on her tits and in her hair. For some reason I wanted to leave my mark on her, to brand her as my woman. I began sucking, slurping, nibbling on the back of her neck hard, until I was sure I would leave a nice hickey. Just a private little inside joke between us, nobody else would ever know. In fact chances were, she would not know either. (When was the last time you saw the back of YOUR neck?) I then kissed her softly and spooned her tight against me, and went back to sleep.
Christmas was almost here and my relationship with my mom had improved dramatically. She had not forced me to lick her or raped my ass since our breakfast together. We spent quality time together again. Twice I came home from school and found her sleeping in my bed, wearing one of my football jerseys (and as far as I can tell nothing else). My mom was making a conscious effort to be my best friend again, and believe me I appreciated it. If I had to I could settle for that. But I was expecting her to admit her love for me, to finally surrender to me as a lover. She would not, perhaps could not do it. Friendship, and familial love are important, nice even... but the thing is she is more than just a friend, or a mom to me. I have (according to her) raped her,fucked her ass, cum in her mouth, licked her sweet pussy, tasted her juices, fondled her tits, and been brutally raped by her. I don't know how to explain it, other than to say we should both hate each other. We should be terrified to be in the same room together. Somehow though we are still in love. I know if it was any other woman I would hate her, I would be afraid of her. But it is my mom, we are family. Deep down, I know that she gave me life. There is a tremendous capacity for forgiveness between a mother and son. Think about it, what could you do that would make YOUR mom hate you forever? There are convicts on death row. Vicious, baby killing rapists, who the whole world hates. Priests, teachers, ex friends and lovers despise them--but one person is there, visiting when she can. One person Rape Fantasy Sex will beg the jury not to kill him, to sentence him to life instead:MOM. I came to realize that I really had raped my mother 2 years ago (although I did not think so at the time). That must have reality hurt her feelings. She had tried to forgive me but when she learned that I was Jaz, that I had written about her humiliation, well I guess she just snapped. When she raped me last year it was part revenge, sure. It was also part discipline. She taught me that as big and strong as I am, I could still be drugged, butt-fucked, humiliated and blackmailed. My tears and pleas for help could be ignored too. I could be hurt just as bad as I hurt my mom. In a weird way it made me a better person, a better man. I know that my actions do have consequences. I have seen both sides of the coin:Rapist and Rape victim. The lesson was learned, our slate was clean.
The story could have ended there. I should have let it go right there. The thing is, I still loved her. I had to take a chance, to tell her how I felt, to show her that I wanted her. My mother had a mental block. She simply could not accept that she was in love with me, that she wanted me. I would need to shock some sense into her, to force her to accept the truth. It seems I would have no choice but to rape her one last time to get her attention, to earn the right to love her. Considering our recent family tradition, I decided to do her on Christmas day. I also would continue the practice of sending the story to Mr. Double and White Shadow (Duh Jaz, they are reading it right now). It seemed only right, since you had all been there at the beginning, to let you know how our story ends. I also wanted my mom to know Rape Fantasy Sex exactly why I had raped her again. It was not out of greedy lust like thee first time. It was not because of revenge, like when she raped me. No I was raping her sweet pussy because I loved her, and needed her to love me too.
We spent Christmas Eve together. It was snowing so I dared her to come outside and have a snowball fight with me. My mom has a hard time not accepting a dare. Soon we were flinging white balls of icy destruction at each other, laughing and having a blast. Then she crossed the line and shoved a ball down my shirt. Her eyes got big and she tried to run away. She did not get far.
I tackled her on our front lawn.
" John, John I am sorry, I did not mean to do it, but you look so cute," she giggled madly in anticipation of my reprisal. = = straddled her waist and opened her coat, then I pulled her sweater up to her neck exposing her fat, beautiful tits.
" Oh god no, John what are you doing, let me up this instant. People can see us," she hissed in despair. I grabbed two handfuls of snow and packed it around each of her breasts.
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