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I wanted to tell him true rape story 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 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.
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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.
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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."
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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 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.
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