Rape Sex Stories
" John...don't take this the wrong way...but the only way I can help is to see what you are doing wrong. Can you control yourself enough to show me. I am trusting you to stop when I tell you to. I want to help but I will hate you forever if you take advantage of me again. Are we clear. When I say stop you stop," I warned in a stern tone.
I stood up and moved close to my son. I could see he was nervous and that helped me a little. Slowly he bent towards me and lightly brushed my lips with his. At first he kissed all around the corners of my mouth before pulling me in snug for a deep soul kiss. As I shared my son's warmth, breath and saliva there was no denying that it felt good. That suprised me. How could it possibly feel good to kiss the man who raped me? To this day I don't know. Sometimes I think back to that moment and realize how different my life would have been, if I had not kissed my son that fateful Valentne's eve. I knew it was wrong, as good as it felt to be in his arms, to kiss his neck, to suck on his adam's apple--I never lost track of that. I guess that's why I asked him to stop.
" Please mom,mmm just a litttle longer baby. You taste so good," he said as he greedily sucked my lips; as he hungrily devoured my tounge. His hands were inching towards my breasts.
" John let go of me now! Take your hands off me this instant!" I yelled in rising panic.
" Mom, mom calm down, I'm not gonna hurt you. Look I'm stepping back. It's over. I won't hurt you ever again baby. You can trust me." As I collected myself a part of me felt cold. My body had begun instinctively preparing itself for sex and suddenly it was over. A part of me cried out in protest at the removal of my son's warmth. I wanted to wrap myself in his strong arms, to feel his hard on jamming into me. The silk of my pajamas was gliding over my clit, and clung between the folds of my ass. I was horny, and wet, and a little scared--but mostly I was horny Rape Sex Stories. What's more I think I knew what John's problem with Beth was, and it wasn't good.
" John do you kiss Beth like you just kissed me?"
" No way mom you kiss a lot better than she does. Don't wory mom, I'm not going to do it; but after one kiss I feel like stripping those pajamas off you, spreading you on this bed and licking your cunt. I want to taste your sweet assmeat again, to play with it, to ram my cock in it until you tell me that you love me. Beth never makes me feel like that. I'm starting to realize she never will.. oh my god, the reason I'm so bad with her is cuz I don't love her. I think part of me feels like I'm cheating on you. That you won't want me if you foud out I was fooling around with another woman. I still love you mom, only you. What am I gong to do, the only woman I want is the one that I can never have, oh mom what am I going to do?" John said in bitter dismay as he ran out of my room.
" I don't know son, I don't know what we are going to do," I said to the walls of my empty room.
Valentines day had arrived and we spent most of the day avoiding the large pink elephant that was in every room of our house. I could not believe that I was really going to do it. I was going out on a second date with my son the Rapist. It was a strange day from the start.
" Mom, wake up. I made you breakfast."
It took me a few minutes to adjust to my surroundings. I was in my bed. I had been dreaming of my 10th wedding anniversary. My husband had taken me to the Paladin Club. Afterwards we had come home and made love for hours. It was the first time he had worked up the nerve to ask me for anal sex. I always knew he liked playing with my ass. Ron would often sniff and kiss me down there, but it had never gone any farther. Once shortly after I posed for Penthouse he jokingly pretended that he could not find my pussy hole and suggested using the other one instead.
I guess the look of fear and disgust on my face had caused him to wait over 8 years before asking again. That night I was deliriously happy, more than a little tipsy, and madly in love. I could not deny Ron, my ass. He was so gentle, incredibly tender. He let me get used to his thick cock filling my tiny asshole. He was so grateful after that first fuck, I just could not deny him a second one the next night.
Anal sex definitely added spice and new energy to our sex life. Ron slowly trained me to need him that way. He always made sure that I came at least twice anally. Sometimes he would lick my anus, plunging his tounge in and out, deeper and deeper, while rubbing and masssaging my butt cheeks for what seemed like hours. Often he made me cum by playing with my clit while he rammed my ass. Anal sex became the predominant way we had sex. Oh he'd fuck my pussy sometimes. I mean sometimes I'd get an itch there and only a nice thick dick could scratch it. But I always knew after that first time,on my 10th wedding anniversary that my husband was never completely satisfied till he spread my cheeks open and slipped into the bottom of my tender, juicy little ass. That night was special to me, and after my husband's death, I'd revisit it. I'd smile at my dream lover and wait for that unique sensation of him slowly filling my ass with his cock.
I had obviously been having that dream again the morning John came into my room. My legs were slick with my own juices. and the front of my Pajamas were noticeably damp. I had been sweating profusely and smelled like an odd mix of sweat,sex, soap and body lotion. I slowly opened my eyes and could see that John had prepared a lovely breakfast for us. By the time I was fully concious Rape Sex Stories he had set up two trays and before I could protest slid into bed next to me. We had done it 100 times before but not once since the rape. I missed it a little. The chance to catch up, the special intimacy of a mother and son. In the past sometimes he would cook and serve me in my bed and then another day I'd return the favor in his room. It made me feel like we were a family.
I sat up in bed, smiled at him and thanked him for the meal. The maternal feelings did not last long. It seems that while I slept I had gotten hot and somehow unbuttoned 4 buttons on my Pajams top. When I sat up my 36 D breasts spilled out into the open. As I was still aroused from my dream my long pink nipples were prominently displayed to my son. I realized what had happened after Rape Sex Stories he was staring at me for a couple of seconds and quickly tried to cover up.
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