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I’ve often heard people talk about a life altering event, but until very recently I never placed much credence into the idea that one single moment could so profoundly change someone’s life. Well, I do now, and it’s not just my life that’s been so thoroughly impacted either, it’s my son that’s been affected too. The truth is the two of us are standing at the edge of a precipice looking down at something that is so alluring to our carnal urges and desires that continuing to defy what our bodies are demanding from us is just an act of futility that is only prolonging our suffering. It’s not if we cave in, it’s when, and for me, I finally accept now that’s it is inevitable.
When I first heard the glass breaking my initial reaction was that Charlie had dropped something in the kitchen, which was an assumption that proved to be terribly wrong. You hear about home invasions happening to other people, but three weeks ago tonight it happened to us. There’s no way anyone can prepare for it either, and for me, the cost of an alarm system that I decided we didn’t need, mocked me as the three intruders herded us downstairs towards our family room. All the episodes of Criminal Minds played in my head in slow motion as our captors stood in front of us, and shockingly, it was two men and a woman that were ransacking our home. I don’t know why, but I just never imagined a woman capable of doing what she was doing to us. And as it turns out, she’s the one who is responsible for what will ultimately be our life altering experience.
Surprisingly, the two men were actually very courteous to us, but it was that terrible woman who seethed with anger and contempt, and most of it directed at me. She called me the T-Mobile slut because of my physical resemblance to that skinny girl in the commercials, and no doubt the fact she was short and stocky just fueled her rage all the more. I guess I never thought about it much before, but I’ve been thin all my life, and to think another woman could be so enraged about my body makeup just never really occurred to me. Even now I can’t explain why, but I still get excited every time I think about how I was standing there virtually naked in front of not only our unwelcomed guests, but also my eighteen year-old son as well. The feeling of those men’s eyes going up and down my body proved to be so insignificant compared to what I was feeling as Charlie’s eyes gorged themselves on my long thin legs in a way a son isn’t supposed to do to his mother. As hard as I tried, my vagina betrayed me every time I tried to focus on anything other than feeling of his eyes ravaging me.
And as if that wasn’t bad enough, my choice of wearing a T-shirt that barely reached my thighs proved to be too much for even my female antagonist. She clearly recognized what I was going through too, and not surprisingly seemed to relish embarrassing me further by pointing out that my nipples were fully erect. The fact I wasn’t wearing any panties just added to my anxiety, and as I waited for her to expose my bald vagina, the sensation of feeling my fluids dripping down my thighs showed me just how much I was getting off on what was happening to me. Luckily, while everyone’s attention was on me, they failed to notice that Charlie was fully erect too. Anyway, she brought me downstairs and told me to take off the T-shirt, immediately that fear of rape came crashing down on me, but she assured me in a very terse way that no one was going to fuck me. As crudely as she said it, I still could feel such animosity from her that I just knew she planned to humiliate me in some way other than being sexually molested, and as it turned out, that’s exactly what she did, or so she thought.
She duct taped both my hands together mockingly in the praying position, and then told me to kneel on the futon facing the wall. When she told me to spread my legs and open my ass, that bad feeling quickly overtook me again, and the thought of being raped and sodomized overwhelmed me in a way that I never thought possible, it actually excited me. I knew what I was feeling was wrong, but I guess being a widow for almost five years played a role in why I was so susceptible to the urges I was feeling. She then ran a rope under the couch and attached it to my hands, and then tied my legs so I couldn’t close them, in essence, I was literally spread wide open, and being that vulnerable proved to be very much a turn-on for me too. I know it doesn’t make any sense, but I was getting off on what was happening to me. Every woman may deny it, but the truth is that we all like it when we’re in a compromising situation, and I certainly was compromised.
Of course, that’s when it finally hit me what she was up too, and then I remembered how she told one of the men to watch Charlie until she came for him. Just kneeling there totally exposed the way I was it soon sunk in exactly what she was going to do to me. Her intentions were to simply bring him bursa escort bayan in and shame me with my own nudity, a thought that honestly made the throbbing between my legs grow even more intense. I can still see the look on his face as I stared in the mirror when she brought him in, I guess looking at all those naked girls on his computer paled in comparison to what his eyes were feasting on as he walked into the room. I knew I was soaking wet already when she told him to look at my pussy, and the sensation of my vagina quivering with delight wasn’t lost on either of them, I’m sure. I wonder how many other mother’s with a teenage son would have loved to be where I was at that very moment.
God forgive me, but when she told him to take his clothes off I almost had an orgasm. The secret this woman didn’t know was that Charlie and I had already started going down that unnatural path together that a mother and child aren’t supposed to travel, and yet, we were. As hard as I tried to fight what was happening between us, I always capitulated to my own unrelenting urges as I crept closer and closer to giving him what he wanted. My willpower was eroding daily to something that I knew I was helpless to fight, and yet, I knew my maternal instincts wouldn’t allow me to consummate what both our bodies were clearly craving. Of course, that was before our unwelcomed guests stepped in and allowed fate to take its course, naturally or unnaturally. Maybe that’s why I so easily accepted what I was being forced to do, and the reality that it excited me to be naked in front of my own son was easily rationalized to my subconscious as merely a byproduct of what I was being forced to accept. At that point it didn’t matter anymore, and I was just too turned on to worry about any moral issues, and so was Charlie.
The truth is that every mother has struggled with the issue of their son’s masturbating at one time or another, and to some it’s just a disgusting behavior they’ll eventually outgrow, but for me, it was the aphrodisiac my body needed after being forced into a life of celibacy after my husband died. The first time I found the towel filled with semen I nearly fainted, and between the explicit picture of the young girl with her legs spread wide open on the computer and the semen soaked towel, I was totally bewildered as I felt my panties beginning to soak. I knew what I was feeling was wrong, but I felt helpless as I returned daily to claim my prize. The first time my taste buds feasted on the thick yogurt like substance I felt my whole body quivering as my tongue gobbled down every delicious morsel. It was just too tempting for me to merely throw the towel in the hamper, and every day the thought of actually getting it directly from the source began to consume more and more of my consciousness.
Charlie knew what he was doing to me too; he was luring me closer and closer to doing something that a mother isn’t supposed to do to her son. At first, I couldn’t fathom where all his confidence was coming from, that is until the day I saw the enormous bulge in his sweat pants. For years he would wear knee length football jerseys around the house, and as I looked at the material of the sweat pants straining to contain his erection, I instantly realized why he felt he had to hide the gift Mother Nature had given to him. It was just so obvious that he was enormous; I’ve seen too many movies not to recognize that he had a dick as big as the ten inch cyber skin dildo I kept in my nightstand drawer. It was as if time stood still as my eyes tried to measure exactly how big he was, and the fact he just stood there letting me rape him visually seemed like he was more in control than I was. My own unchecked desires, along with the image his big dick were seducing me in a way that I felt powerless to resist.
I think deep down it’s every woman’s secret fantasy to be fucked by oversized penis, and the fact I have a dildo that big just seems to validate my theory very nicely. All the nights I’ve laid in bed with it buried deep inside me only made me just more aware of how I really wanted the real thing, and as satisfying as it was, my frustrations just seemed to be intensifying knowing that my own son’s penis was probably bigger than the artificial substitute that was stretching my pussy nightly. It was if some unseen force was guiding me as I removed all those hideous jerseys from his bureau and replaced them with t-shirts that barely reached his waist. The sight of him walking around the house with that gorgeous organ sticking straight out was reciprocated by me wearing less and less clothing as well. We were taunting each other in a way that wasn’t natural, but for me, I felt powerless as I gazed at his erection and imagined taking it deep inside me, and yet, still not having enough strength to overpower those maternal instincts that were still holding me back from doing what I really wanted to do with that oversized banana.
For bursa evi olan escort women, I think it’s just part of our DNA that once we find a partner that has a dick as big as a ruler; our primal instincts overwhelm all other considerations. I think even our most primitive female ancestors certainly would have chosen a mate to procreate with that had a distinct advantage over the competition. And even then I’m sure the sight of a male with an organ that was nearly twice the size of all the other suitors would certainly have guaranteed him being chosen as her mate. At forty-one, I’ll admit that the thought of being impaled by an unusually large penis has crossed my mind the last few years, and being a widow has no doubt played a role in it too. I know when Don and I used to watch ‘fuck movies’ together, his description, not mine, the only scenes that ever intrigued me were the ones where the male actors were unusually large. It took all my willpower not to let Don know what turned me on about them, but it was just obvious to him, I’m sure.
I guess as I was kneeling waiting to finally get a glimpse of the real tormentor that was in the room, my heart began to sink as the thought that he may have stuffed a cucumber or something similar in his sweat pants just to tease me. How cruel would that be I remember thinking as I felt my own fluids dripping out of me. I think I even said a small prayer asking for it to be real, I wonder what God was thinking as he heard my pleas for help. At first, I thought it was just an optical illusion and the mirror was playing tricks on me, but when I turned my head to see for myself, the image of one the biggest dick I’ve ever seen in my life filled my eyes completely. It just seemed so monstrously huge too, and as my eyes tried desperately to estimate its length and girth, I felt my own fluids literally pouring out of me. The look on my captors face confirmed what my own vagina had already figured out, and somehow I just knew it would only be a matter of time before I’d be sliding down it length incestuous concerns or not.
The truth that couldn’t be denied anymore was that my vagina had already made that decision for me, and as the rest of my body fell in line one by one, the quivering between my legs was clearly overpowering any lingering resistance that my intellectual side could offer. But what was even more surprising to me at that very moment was how there seemed to be a momentary truce between me and that terrible woman, and as we both marveled at what gift had been bestowed on such a young boy, the thought of what pleasure was awaiting the vagina that was going to be able to lure such a beast inside her was going through both our heads I’m sure at the same time.
For a split second I thought she and I might be sister’s enjoying the same fantasy, but as she called out to her accomplices in a state of rage to come down and see the kid with the horse dick, my heart sank as I knew how embarrassed he would be at being discovered with such oversized organ. As I turned my head and smiled as our eyes locked onto each other’s, I could clearly see the panic draining from his face. In retrospect, I realize I was acting more like a lover soothing her partner than a mother calming her son, but in the end, I know I’m going to be playing both roles for him very soon. They duct taped his ankles to the chair, and then taped his left hand by his side while his right hand was purposefully left with just enough freedom so he could masturbate if he chose too. Of course, our female tormentor thought this just added to my humiliation, but it actually proved to be quite the opposite. It didn’t take long for my nostrils to be filled with the musky smell of my overly excited vagina, and the sight of the eel like creature right behind me just kept fueling my rage all the more. I think by then my antagonist had figured out what was really going on between us, and as much as her male companions wanted to see what was going to happen next, she was loathed to give them any pleasure that came from seeing me being used as a source that excited them. One of the men was either her husband or boyfriend I presumed, and no doubt he was going to pay a terrible price for the way he stared at my glistening vagina.
It was at that exact moment with all those male eyes locked on my ass and pussy that I felt a form of arousal that I’ve never experienced before, and it was as if I had wrested control away from all three of them with just the sight of my kitty lathering herself with her own juices and daring them to do something about it. The balance of power had clearly shifted to me, or should I say my pussy, and the short stocky woman who I feared initially had all she do to keep her companions from untying Charlie and watch him fuck me. Truthfully, that’s exactly what I wanted, and I’m sure the chance to see an actual live sex show was very appealing to them as bursa otele gelen escort well. The thought of that big dick sliding inside me as I was bound helpless to resist its onslaught was just such an appealing answer to how I could eliminate any moral issues that could come up later. It’s not as though I was in control, or was I?
She knew what I was doing too, and in a final gesture of trying to humiliate me even further, she came over and whispered in my ear that something was wrong with me the way I was acting in front of my son. I didn’t know whether to laugh or spread myself a little wider, but I chose the latter in spite of how angry I knew she would get. It just seemed so ironic that what had been my biggest fears just a short time before, had turned out to be one of the most erotic moments I’ve ever had. As they left the room we were advised to wait until the next morning to call the police or risk suffering a fate we’d dearly regret. The truth was I had no intention of calling the police until the next day anyway; the two of us were trapped in a place that neither one of us really wanted to escape from either. Most people would never understand how powerfully aroused we had become; I guess you just have to experience it for yourself to appreciate how overwhelmed our senses had become affected by our own forbidden ravenous desires.
It was as if I had been totally liberated from any feelings of shame or embarrassment as I felt my own son’s eyes gorging on my ass spread wide open just a matter of inches from his face, after all, it wasn’t like I had any other choice in the matter. I was being forced to prostrate myself in front of him by outside forces, and as such, I felt completely free of any complicity what so ever. Of course, Charlie could see the fluids dripping out of me too, but I doubt very much that he held that fact against me. I knew it was going to be only a matter of time before he would succumb to his urges, and as I arched my ass shamelessly to pressure him even more, the sensation of the hot semen hitting my back and ass nearly made me faint. No more towels I yelled out as his cock shot all its sticky cream all over me, and It was as though he perfectly aimed his giant tool as he bathed my anus and vagina shot after shot until he finally drained his balls completely.
I lost track of how many times he ejaculated, three or four times I think, and I was finally able to free my hands and finger myself as his dick belched it’s seemingly endless supply of cum. The thought that I was pushing his semen inside me even though I wasn’t using any sought of birth control didn’t matter as I lost myself in just wanting to get myself off. That instinct to climax overrode all other concerns as my fingers brought me one of the most intense orgasms I’ve ever had. It was unbelievable, and I licked my fingers as I tasted both our fluids mixed together, it was a salty cocktail that I was going to share with him too I told myself, but just not at that moment.
Sadly, it only took a few hours after we freed ourselves to start to feel the guilt setting in, and I can only speak for myself, but it was devastating. It’s not what I did that was so wrong; it was what I wanted to do that made it such a powerful indictment against my conscience. I broke laws of both God and man as I let my sexually starved side take over me completely, and just looking in the mirror proved to be as painful as I stared at a woman who I know would have fucked her own son in a heartbeat if it had only been possible. But just like a clock’s pendulum Mother Nature has a way of letting time solve the unsolvable, and for the two of us independent of each other, our lives became agonizing as our bodies demanded a return to those magnificent moments when we were free of any feelings of what was right or wrong. I couldn’t sleep, and trying to concentrate at work without the image of Charlie’s gorgeous member in my head proved completely hopeless. As hard as I tried to ignore the message I was receiving from my vagina, ever so slowly I realized that the door we had gone through together was made so forbiddingly electrifying because of who we had shared it with.
I admit that I kept going back and forth about the moral dilemma our pleasures had caused us, but I finally made peace with the fact that the most exciting and aroused moment I’ve ever had in my life just happened to be with my own son. If it felt so good, then how can it be wrong? But, I’d be lying if I didn’t admit that the thought of having Charlie’s swollen organ sliding in and out of me didn’t play a role in it either. After all, what woman could possibly deny that as she’s watching a steamy video where a male actor’s excessively large penis is sliding in and out of some lucky girl’s pussy that deep down inside her she’s secretly wishing that it was her vagina that was riding up and down its unnatural length? The truth that most of us will never admit to is that we all do, and that delicate line that we have to balance so as to not hurt our husbands or boyfriends can get very tedious sometimes.
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“Did you get the results back from math test yet,” I ask as I casually walk into his bedroom with my vagina already hemorrhaging with excitement.
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