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John stopped me.
" No mom, don't hide them. Let me see. Oh my god look at those nipples, look at them. I gotta have a taste." John quickly bent to my chest and began slurping on my right tit for several seconds. His hands were rolling my left nipple between his thumb and forefinger, and he lightly squeezed it. The whole thing lasted around 20 seconds. The smell of my pussy filled the air. It was embarassing.
" John...(groan) you, you have to stop. Please."
John gave me a few last baby sucks, and took a deep breath with his face buried between my breasts and slowly pulled away.
" I did it mom, see I CAN control myself. Mom can I just do one more thing? It will only take a couple of seconds. Then I promise I'll stop."
I never got a chance to respond. He opened the final 2 buttons on my top and began licking my stomach. He then started nibbling on the nubbin of my outie belly button. His hands darted inside my bottoms and he quickly scooped several fingers worth of my sticky cum and fed it to himself. Apparently I was finger licking good, cuz my son had a happy smile on his face as he licked his fingers clean. I still had not had a good cum, but he stopped what he was doing and sat up in bed next to me. He then pulled me into his lap. My top was completely unbuttoned but at least he was not looking directly at me. I could feel John's hard on pressing into me. It felt good. His arms wrapped around me and he firmly cupped my breasts. He did not rub them or play with my nipples. He was just holding them, almost in a friendly manner. It was clear that he was allowing me to make the next move. I didn't. I just stayed there in my son's arms, with his hands on my tits, and his dick pressing hard into my pajama clad ass and ate my breakfast.
I wanted to tell him that I was just as scared, and confused and horny as he was. I wanted to tell him that if he were any other man I'd be fucking him now like a silly little slut in heat. But he wasn't any other man, he was my son. Worse still he was my Rapist. That wound was Rape Story Pictures still there and it made it difficult for me to surrender my body to him; willlingly, compltely, utterly. In the back of my mind was that scene when I begged him in this very bed not to rape me, when I cried, and was humiliated by my only son. He had not cared how much he hurt me, how scared I was. He wanted my ass and he just fucking took it. As horny as I was, I did not forget.
So we sat there in my bed while the smell of my cunt blended with the aroma of scrambled eggs, toast and coffee. I was not able to cum, but I did not say a word as he suddenly gasped, squeezed my tits hard and began humping me. For a good 30 seconds he dry fucked me, while I pretended to watch tv. I did not help him, but I did not stop him. He finally settled down and removed his hands from my tits. He gave me a tight embrace and sighed in contentment. I buttoned up and my son held me until I drifted off to sleep in his arms. My dream picked up right where it had left off. Once again my husband was peeling my ass open. It was ok to cum now, because Ron had every right to fuck my ass. I felt so safe and secure in my husband's arms. I felt flood after flood of cum trickle down my legs as he power fucked my ass.
That night I put on my favorite black evening dress, and a pair of high heels. I don't know why but I put on the necklace John had given me for Chistmas. It felt strange to slip it on. I had never worn it. Barely looked at it, but I still knew the inscription by heart. " Susan--I love You. You are mine forever, body and soul--John."
As I came downstairs I felt a wave of deja vu ,mixed with de jamis sweep over me. I knew I had been in a situation like this before. I had come down to meet a man, to display myself to him, to seek his approval at my appearance. As familar as it felt...I was Rape Story Pictures trying so hard to divorce myself from those emotions, to distance myself from prior romantic associations, that this time felt a little bit like it was the first time for me. Even though I knew I had been in this place before, I somehow felt that I never had. John looked me over with love and lust in his eyes.
" God , you look so beautiful. If you weren't my mom I'd have to kiss you right now," he said just as he had last Christmas eve. Then he reached into the crevice of my breasts and pulled out the necklace he had given me. The necklace that proclaimed his love and declared his ownership of me. How could I have been so stupid! I felt a hot blush spread over my face as he smiled in satisfaction. I had to set things straight.
" Well I AM your mother so all you get is a kiss on the cheek." I never realized how erotic a kiss on the cheek could be. John began licking and nibbling on my cheek. It went on and on. He smelled so good, and felt so warm and hard--and we were not really kissing...I let it continue for quite a while. Finally he gave me a tight hard hug, and said it was time to go.
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