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Our Beloved Son
Chapter one-the first night
(Mother) Our beloved son, Mickey, has asked
us, his mother and father, to write about his early years. He is now one of the
wealthiest men in the world, he is young and enjoys his life. How did he get to
be so successful?
We loved him dearly, of course
from the time we took him home from the hospital. All parents love their
children, but there was something special about Mickey. His father named him
after Mickey Mantle, his favorite baseball player. That may have been the last
decision we made about Mickey.
Our life revolved around him.
We never let him cry. One of us, mainly me, would pick him up at the first hint
of distress. My plans were to go back to work after two or three months, but I
kept putting it off until my boss gave me an ultimatum. Six months maternity
leave is more than enough. Are you coming back or not. By that time, I could no
sooner have left my beloved baby than I could have cut off my own right arm. I
never thought about going out to work again. I could not leave my beloved
Mickey
(Father) We never went out after Mickey was
born. Every day after work I came home
immediately, not even stopping for a beer with the guys. I only wanted to spend
time with my beloved Mickey. I couldnt do too much to help as Mickey
refused bottles. He insisted on being breast fed, he loved nursing on his
mothers beautiful tits. He didnt
give it up till he was two and a half. Some things dont change.
There were times that our
beloved Mickey slept, and my wife and I were still a young couple, very much in
love. About 2 years after our beloved Mickey was born, we had a baby daughter,
who we named Marilyn, after my favorite actress, Marilyn Monroe. Our beloved
Mickey was not very happy with the competition. Just as he was getting out of
diapers, he had a baby sister who needed constant care. My wife and I had
planned on a large family, but after Marilyn was born, I decided to have a
vasectomy.
(Mother) I never knew you had a vasectomy,
dear. I went on the pill after Marilyn was born. I never told you because I
knew you wanted a large family and didnt want to upset you. I didnt think our beloved Mickey wanted any
more siblings.
(Father) I guess I must have felt the same
way. The more time I spent with our beloved Mickey, the more I felt I knew
exactly what he wanted, even before he could speak.
When it was time for our
beloved Mickey to start School, he was always the most popular kids in the
class. He had an irresistible charm, teachers bent over backwards to make sure
he understood everything important and gave him the best grades. What was
interesting, and revealing, is that all his classmates liked him. Normally,
even the most popular students had certain children that were not their
friends, but not our beloved Mickey. He was liked by everyone that he met. No
one ever had a bad word to say about him.
(Mother)
When Mickey was in the first grade, he set up a lemonade stand. There
was not one person who passed by, who did not stop and buy lemonade from our
beloved Mickey. He was always a marvelous salesman. From the earliest days,
till today, he was always a born salesman. That is how he became the super
tycoon that he is today.
So until he was 12, that was
how life was for us with our beloved Mickey. I was always home for him, giving
him whatever he wanted. We never thought of saying no to him. Whatever our
beloved Mickey wanted, he got. Although our beloved Mickey paid no attention to
his sister Marilyn, she worshiped him. She would do anything for her big
brother. She would not complain when he pulled her hair, or called her names.
(Father)
When our beloved Mickey was 12, we decided it was time for us to explain
to him the facts of life. I had thought to do so by myself, but our beloved
Mickey had other ideas. I started to
speak to him, and he asked for his mother to join us. He said he wanted to get
a womans
perspective on sex.
(Mother)
I was shocked when my husband and my beloved Mickey asked me to join
them for the
talk
but we could never say no to our beloved son. I was even more shocked when my
beloved Mickey asked me to get undressed so he could see what a woman looked
like and learn how to please a woman. I was embarrassed, my beloved Mickey hadnt seen my breasts since he was nursing
and he hadnt
seen my pussy since he was born. But I would do whatever my beloved Mickey
asked me to do.
(Father)
I thought I would give him the usual lecture on the facts of life. My
beloved Mickey said he knew the basics, he wanted to learn how to satisfy a
woman. He had me call in his mother and asked her to undress. Once my wife was
naked he asked me to show him where her sensitive places. I was shocked but I
can never say no to my beloved Mickey. I started by giving my wife a passionate
kiss on her lips. My beloved Mickey stopped me and said that I should get
undressed myself. I did, and realized that I was beginning to get an erection.
I resumed kissing my wife, standing with my chest against her tits. She felt so
good.
Mickey stopped us and asked us
if we were both enjoying the kissing.
When we said we were, he said he would like to try and see how he did.
(Mother)
I was shocked. Here was my beloved son, my beloved Mickey, kissing me,
not like a son, but like a lover. His tongue started to slip between my lips
and I responded, kissing him back with growing passion. After a few minutes he
stopped and asked me to show him how I pleasure myself, how I masturbate.
I would never say no to my
beloved son, but I have to admit, it did feel weird. I was standing stark naked
in front of my son and my husband and was playing with myself. I had never
masturbated in front of anyone until now, not even my husband, let alone in
front of my own 12 year son. I started to caress my large tits. They were still
firm, and the nipples were wonderfully sensitive. The aureoles rapidly swelled
and the nipples grew beneath my greedy fingers. I could feel my pussy growing
moist and I asked my son for permission to play with my cunt and clit. I dont know till this day why I did that, I
just had the feeling that my beloved Mickey wanted me to.
My beloved son smiled at me and
said that I may play with my cunt, but must ask him again before I would
climax. So I was right. I knew what he wanted even though he did not say it out
loud. I started to rub my clit with one hand and finger fucked myself with the
other hand. I was getting hotter and hotter as I saw the bulge in my sons pants. I must have been blushing
terribly under his gaze, but my fingers were moving slowly around and over my
clit while I now had three fingers pumping into my cunt. My breathing was
becoming quicker and quicker as my fingers were moving faster and faster. I
could feel my passion mounting rapidly and knew that I was soon going to cum.
Finally, I panted out to my
beloved son that I wanted permission to cum. He said he would grant his
permission on one condition. I was so hot I yelled out Anything you want, Mickey. You know
that I cannot deny you anything. He smiled and replied this request is very simple. You will
always refer to me, and think about me, as my beloved son or my beloved Mickey. As I reached my climax, my cum was
gushing out of my pussy and I screamed out Thank you my beloved son, thank you my
beloved Mickey. I collapsed to my knees.
(Father)
This was the weirdest thing I ever did. My son was watching as my wife
played with herself. I was standing naked and my cock was getting hard watching
her and I started to play with it. My beloved son Mickey looked at me and said not without my permission. So I asked my 12 year old son for
permission to play with myself. Boy, was that strange. But my beloved son was
generous and granted me permission to play with myself but warned me not to
come without his permission, so I started to play with myself while my beloved
son and I watched my wife, his mother, play with herself. I had never seen my
wife play with herself. I never had the guts to even ask her. It was some show
that she put on. She was shaking and twisting as she got hotter and hotter. I
never saw her cum so enthusiastically as she did then. I was so hot watching
her that I asked my beloved son for permission to come.
My beloved son responded, Another time, perhaps, Ill let you just jack off for my
amusement. Now I want to watch you fuck. Let me see how long you can last. Let
me see how you can please my mother. You may not come until she does
I was hot and ready spurt. My wife was
drained. She had just collapsed from a tremendous orgasm. But I would do anything that beloved son
wanted.
(Mother)
I had collapsed. I never had such a powerful cum, in all my life. All of
a sudden my husband started to caress my tits, and kiss them. I was too tired to respond, and wanted to
push him away, but I saw my beloved son, Mickey, smiling at me and knew what he
wanted. I laid down on the floor and pulled my husband down on top of me. I
knew what he loved, and even though I almost never sucked his cock, I felt it
was humiliating and demeaning, and hated the taste of cock, I directed his
mouth to my cunt and pulled him around till I was able to put his cock in my
mouth. I felt his tongue licking around my pussy lips. I had never been
multi-orgasmic, or perhaps my husband was never the lover that I needed. I did
not think that I would be able to cum again so soon after such a powerful
climax. But never before had my husband
licked my pussy with such enthusiasm. I
felt myself getting more and more excited.
Finally, I heard my beloved son say he
wanted to see us fuck. I spread my legs wide and tried to guide my husbands
cock into my pussy. In all my life, we had only fucked in two positions, either standard missionary
position, or for special occasions, I would get on top. My beloved son said I should get on my knees
and my husband should fuck me from the rear, like a dog. I had never tried this
position, and felt it rather humiliating, to be on my knees, but when my
husband entered me, he felt so big. I felt totally filled up. My husband must
have liked this position, because he started pounding me hard and fast. I was
glad that I had sucked on his cock, because he never felt so tight, and if his
cock wasnt
wet, it might have hurt me. I was getting hotter and hotter, and my husband was
rapidly reaching his climax as he was pounding, filling my hot cunt. I felt his
balls, bouncing against my thighs. I
knew that I would soon, once again, reach my climax, and I knew what I had to
do. Mickey,
can I please cum. He replied with a smile What did I tell you to call me?
I was so humiliated. I had failed my beloved son. In the heat of my
passion, I had forgotten his request. I was so sorry, I couldnt apologize fast enough. My beloved
son forgave me, he said that he would punish me later, so that I would always
remember in the future. Meanwhile he would count down from thirty and he would
permit the two of us to come together when he reached zero.
(Father)
My balls were bursting. I wanted to cum so badly. I was ready to shoot
before my wife took me into her mouth. I could count on one hand the times she
has sucked me, but she did a great job. It was all I could do not to shoot in
her mouth right away. But my beloved Mickey had told me that I was not to cum
before my wife, so I was in agony, holding back my own cum and trying to
stimulate my wife. I concentrated on licking her cunt and sucking her clit. I
must have done something right, because I felt her juices start to flow. I was
enjoying her taste, but I was mostly concentrating on not shooting in her
mouth.
Then our beloved son asked to see us fuck. I
turned and started to mount her in our usual missionary position, but my
beloved Mickey suggested we do it doggie style. I had heard of it of course, but
never tried it. My wife just wasnt that adventurous. But it was great.
She felt so tight, as tight as a virgin. I reached around her and played with
her tits. I started pounding into her cunt as hard as I could. I was aching to
cum. My balls were swelling. I wanted to cum so badly, I would do anything to
cum, but I knew that my beloved son would not give me permission until I could
get my wife to reach climax. I was pounding away, harder and faster. Finally,
my wife was ready to cum, I was so looking forward to being allowed to finally
shoot. Then she goofed. She asked to cum, without saying my beloved . I was scared. I thought my beloved
son would change his mind and not allow us to cum. But he was generous. He told
my wife, that he would punish her later, but would allow us both to cum when he
counted down from thirty. I was so relieved. I was pumping away, sinking my
hard cock into the tightest pussy, feeling the warmth all through my shaft.
Then at 10, my beloved Mickey stopped his count.
Do
you really want to cum?
my beloved son asked. I never wanted to cum so badly in my life. Ill do anything, you know that, Ill always do anything for you. Then you too, like my mother, will
always think about me and refer to me as my beloved son, or my beloved Mickey.
Yes,
my beloved son, please, I beg you, let me cum.
He resumed his count.
9,8,7......When he reached zero we exploded. I shot so hard, I never was so
drained. My wife screamed her thanks as she climaxed, but she didnt thank me. It was, thank you, my beloved son, thank you,
my beloved Mickey.
I, too, started to thank my
beloved son. I never had such a marvelous climax. I would do anything for my
beloved son, because I loved him, of course, but also because of how good he
made me feel.
(Mother) When my beloved Mickey reached
zero, I finally let myself go over the top. I reached the strongest climax I
had ever had in my life. I was screaming Thank you my beloved son, thank you my
beloved Mickey I
was feeling so good. I loved my beloved Mickey so much, not only because he was
my son, but because of how good he made me feel.
It took a few minutes, but then
I remembered what my beloved son had said before. I saw him looking at me, and
knew what I had to do. Please
my beloved son, I beg you to punish me as I deserve. I failed you and I must be
punished.
My beloved son told me to place
myself over his knee. He was still fully dressed, but I could feel his erection
beneath me. Then he said that I must count while he spanked me and thank him
after every spank. All of a sudden I felt his hand rubbing against my ass. Then
he brought it down, hard. I gasped, and quicky counted one, and thanked my
beloved son for punishing me. I felt each stroke, hard against my ass. I
thought he might stop at ten, or twenty, but my beloved son continued until he
reached fifty. Tears were flowing down my cheeks. Mucous was coming out my
nose. My ass was burning. Would
you like me to stop?
My beloved son asked. Please,
my beloved son, please stop, Ill
do anything.
He asked me if I had ever been fucked in my ass. I answered truthfully, no. I
had never thought of it. I was horrified by the idea. An Ass was not made for
being fucked. An ass was made to shit. I would not do that for anything. I
would rather die.
Then my beloved son said he would stop
spanking me when I begged him to fuck my ass. That was different. I will always
do anything that my beloved son wants. Please, my beloved son, fuck me in the
ass. Let me feel your hard cock in my virgin asshole. Let me feel you pounding
inside me, please shoot your wonderful sperm deep inside my bowels.
(Father)
My beloved son turned to me and told me to take my wife to our bedroom,
place her on her knees on the bed and lick her asshole. Her ass by this time
was bright red and although I knew that this whole scene was getting stranger
and stranger. I knew that what was happening was not normal, but I could not
help complying with every request of my beloved son. I placed my wife on our
marital bed, and started to lick her asshole. I inserted my tongue into my wifes ass. I did not like the smell, or
the taste, but I would always do whatever my beloved son asked. I never dreamt
of fucking my wife in her ass, and here
I was, preparing her ass for my son to fuck. Finally, my beloved son told me
that I had done well, and he told me to wait in the living room on my knees for
further instructions. I left my beloved son on my marital bed, ready to fuck my
wife, his mother, in the ass. I went out and knelt in the living room and
waited.
(Mother)
My husband had licked my ass. I was humiliated. It felt strange, but his
tongue fought its way into my tight hole. Then he left, and my beloved son told
me that I should open my mouth and worship his cock. It was so beautiful. It
was big and firm and well shaped. The head was magnificent. I opened my mouth
and sucked on it greedily. He shoved it
down my throat, deep, all the way. I felt him in the back of my throat, I was
gagging, I couldnt
breathe. I did not fight. If my beloved son wanted to take my life for his
pleasure, he was welcome to it. There is nothing that I would not do for my
beloved son. But he was generous and spared me.
He pulled out of my mouth and told me to use
my two hands to hold my asshole open for him. Then I felt the tip of his cock
against my tight virgin asshole. Take me, let me feel my beloved sons magnificent cock in my tight
asshole. Please, use me for your pleasure, I am here to please you in every
way.
It seems crazy, I know, but that is the way I feel about my beloved son. Then I
felt his cock penetrating. I felt the pain, His cock was splitting me in two.
My ass was so tight and his cock was so big. I felt his hands, gripping my
tits, rubbing and squeezing and pinching. He was pumping slowly until he got
all the way into my ass, then he started to pump hard. He was going fast, and
hard, and abusing my tits. I felt nothing but pain, but whatever gave my
beloved son pleasure was what I wanted. He was pumping faster and faster. Then
I felt him grab my hips and pull back. I felt him spurt into my ass, and I was
proud that I had given pleasure to my beloved son.
I felt him spurt many times,
until he finally withdrew from my ass. He instructed me to clean off his cock
with my mouth. I saw some of my shit on my beloved sons beautiful cock. I knew that I must
lick my shit and My beloveds
sons
cum from his cock. I hesitated, but my beloved son slapped my face, hard, and I
quickly started to clean his cock with my tongue. My shit tasted awful, but my
beloved sons
wonderful cum was so tasty, that I was able to swallow every drop of cum and
make my beloved sons
cock perfectly clean. When I was finished cleaning his cock, my beloved son got
dressed and called my husband back
into the room. He told my
husband to suck his cum out of my asshole. My husband sucked our beloved sons cum out of his wifes asshole swallowing every drop. When
he finished, he had us both kneel in front of him while he gave us further
instructions.
(Mickey) I think that I ought to
insert a few words here. I knew that I was different when I started school, but
I didnt realize how different until I started reading comic books in the third
grade. When I saw the X-Men I knew. I was a mutant. My power was to make people
like me. I learnt as I grew older that there were two aspects to my power. One
was the general, If people saw me they liked me. Then I could maneuver peoples
feelings when I put my mind to it. When I started the lemonade stand, almost
every one who passed by bought a class. They would come day after day, always
buying a glass of lemonade. One day, one of my regular customers came with a
$10.00 bill and I thought why dont you tell me to keep the change? Immediately, the customer told me to keep the
change. I did so, but I never saw this customer again. Years later I discovered
that my usual customer walked two blocks out of his way to avoid me.
I realized that my power would be very valuable
but would not make me invulnerable. If I got someone angry enough he could
shoot me with a rifle. I made up my mind to never get anyone angry at me. I
would become the worlds greatest salesman. I could close any deal, but I would
only close a deal that made sense for the purchaser. I would use this when I
started by selling life insurance. I would never oversell. I would use this
when I got into real estate, where I could realize what the true bottom line was
for both the buyer and seller. When I started to invest in commercial real
estate this talent was invaluable, as I was always able to buy at the lowest
price and sell at the highest. I made billions.
But this is for later. By the time I was 12, I
had girls, both students and teachers wanting me, I had a few blow jobs, but I
wanted total control. I could have gotten it from anyone, but if something went
wrong I would have faced a potentially angry parent, and at the very least,
jail time. Unlike the super heroes in the comics, I did not want to conquer the
world. I wanted a life of total pleasure. By this time my parents were in my
total control, as the effects of living with me were cumulative. There will
never be anyone who loves me as much as my parents. My sister, Marilyn also
loved, and loves me dearly, and I will talk about her later. My power was
increasing daily. I would have many slaves as I grew older, but I felt that my parents deserved to
be the first. They would always have a special place in my life.
I wanted to insure there continued humiliation, so I asked them if they
wanted to continue to serve me, or if they wanted to resume their role as
normal parents. I let their free choice add to their humiliation.
(Father)
There was nothing to think about. We both answered immediately that our
greatest pleasure would be to obey every whim of our beloved son. Our beloved
Mickey immediately told me what he wanted. First of all, anytime that I was
home, I would be dressed only in my underpants. He said that he would have me
walk around nude, except that he had no desire to look at my tiny cock. I would
get dressed when I left for work, and get undressed when I came home. He then
said the I could only use the bathroom to piss at certain times, 7:00 AM,
11:00AM, 3:00PM. At 7:00 PM I would
present myself to him for a daily enema. My beloved son would tell me how much
water to insert in my ass, and what temperature, and I would have to beg him
for permission to shit and piss. If I felt that I must piss at night, I could
put on a diaper, but I was not permitted to use the bathroom. I was to leave
the bathroom door open at all times as I was no longer entitled to any privacy.
He gave me orders that at no time was I to touch my cock without his
permission. He then told me to move my belongings out of the Master Bedroom,
and move my belongings in. I was to move
into his old bedroom, but I could not close the door. No privacy, no rights.
( Mother)
I was thrilled when I heard that. I was looking forward to serving my
beloved son, pleasing him with my body, worshiping his cock, giving him
pleasure with all my holes. Then he gave me my instructions. I would remain
nude at all times when in the house, and could only leave when given orders. I
was given orders to masturbate for 10 minutes every hour on the hour when I was
awake but was not permitted to cum except on his command. I was not allowed to
either piss or shit without permission.
When I wanted to speak, I would kneel and point to my mouth. I would
then wait until granted permission to speak. I immediately pointed to my mouth,
I was already kneeling, and waited until my beloved son gave me permission to
speak. There was one question that was on my mind, one thing that I was afraid
of. What
about Marilyn?, What will we tell her?
My beloved son indicated I
should follow him as he walked to Marilyns room and woke her up. I followed on
my knees.
(Mickey) I remember that scene
very well. As I said, Marilyn loved me deeply, she was exposed to my power
since she was born and was anxious to please me above all else. I turned, on
the light and woke her up. Hey little sis, Mom and dad are going to be serving
me, Moms going to be naked, Dads just going to be wearing his underpants, and
Im going to be sleeping with Mom, can you keep that a secret? She quickly replied of course, big brother,
you know Ill do anything you want. Can I serve you too? Id love to give you my cherry. Youll never
find anyone as tight as me. Well, I thought about that offer, but Marilyn was
only 10, and flat as a board. I told her that I would take her cherry after she
had her first period, but asked her if she would like to help in the meantime.
Id like her to be in charge of punishing Dad when he deserved punishment. She
thought that would be a great idea. With that I turned off the light and let
her go back to sleep.
This
was a great idea, because, at 12, I was tall for my age, 5 foot 6 inches and
weighed 150 pounds, but my father was 6 ft 1 and weighed 210 pounds. Although
he was a little overweight, he was well muscled and my spanking him would be
ridiculous. On the other hand, being spanked by his 10 year old daughter would
be a humiliating experience.
As we
came out of Marilyns room, my father indicated that he had moved my belongings
into the Master Bedroom and requested permission to go to sleep. I granted
permission, reminding him that he must not use the bathroom until 7:00 AM, and
had my Mother follow me, still on her hands and knees, into our bedroom.
(Mother)
I was looking forward to sleeping with my beloved son, but there was
something that I had to do first or I ran the risk of utter humiliation and disaster.
Still on my knees, I pointed again to my mouth, and when given permission,
humbly begged my beloved son for permission to go to the bathroom. He said that
was not good enough. What did I have to do in the bathroom? Shampoo my hair?
Put on make up? I was blushing as I said I had to urinate. He insisted on my
not using fancy words. I begged him, please, my beloved son, I beg you for
permission to pee. He was so kind and generous and granted permission. He told
me to place my wrists in back of my neck and go into the bathroom. The toilet
seat was up, but he told me to sit on the porcelain toilet itself. My beloved son came in to the
bathroom with me and was looking at my breasts, which were standing out for inspection.
The porcelain was cold and gave me goose
bumps. My face must have been purple, I was blushing so, under his gaze. I
wanted to close my legs, but my beloved son insisted that they remain wide
open, I did not know what to do.
I was embarrassed to pee with my son standing
a foot away, with his eyes on my peehole. My beloved son started playing with my breasts and said that
if I wanted to pee I should do so, if not, he would take me to bed. I did not
want to pee while he was watching, but I was afraid that if I did not pee now,
I would end up wetting the bed. I started to pee as my beloved son watched and
played with my breasts. Finally, I finished, and I started to reach for the
toilet paper. Then my beloved son stopped me and said I must not move my hands
from the back of my neck. I must beg him to wipe my peehole. I begged my
beloved son to wipe my peehole. I could barely get the words out, I was so
embarrassed. I expected him to take the toilet paper. He shocked me by using
his fingers to wipe my pee. He then took his fingers and put them in my mouth,
ordering me to lick them clean. I had no choice. He controlled me. The piss was
bitter in my mouth, but my beloved son kept on wiping my peehole with his
fingers and sticking them into my mouth until my peehole was dry. Then, while I
was still sitting on the porcelain, he started to play with my cunt lips and my
clit. I rapidly began to grow more excited. My beloved son took me from the
toilet and brought me to bed.
My beloved son started to kiss
my breasts and suck on my nipples. He moved from right to left and back
continually, sucking with power and passion, with no hesitation. He owned my
breasts. There was no doubt in his mind, or in mine. He told me I should take
my hands and caress his cock and balls. I started to use my hands on his
magnificent cock. It grew hard under my touch, and I was proud of the effect I
was having. My beloved son started to move one hand to my pussy while keeping
one hand one breast and his magnificent
lips on the other. I was getting hotter and hotter and I began to pant. He
cupped his hand over my pussy and asked me who owns this? I quickly replied, My beloved son, you own my pussy, you
own my ass, you own my tits and you own my mouth. You own all of me, I love you
so much, my beloved son, I will do anything for you.
He told me what he wanted. I was to bring my
legs up and over so my feet were next to my face. I was to hold my pussy lips
open, and beg him to fuck my pussy. I hurried to comply. Please, my beloved
son, I beg you to fuck my pussy. I am open for you. I want you so badly, and I
want to feel your magnificent cock deep into my pussy. My beloved son climbed
on me and, in one thrust, pounded his magnificent cock to the deepest part of
my pussy. I almost came at that first thrust, I was so excited. My beloved son
was pounding my pussy with all the strength that he had. He would pull out
slowly, bringing his cock to the outer edge of my pussy, and then pound it back
as hard as could, deep into my upturned pussy, reaching the back wall. Then he
would slowly pull out, teasing me with his slow withdrawal, then pound it back
like a jackhammer. Yes, my beloved son owned my pussy, and he was proving it. I
begged my beloved son for permission to cum, but he refused. He said he would tell me when I could cum,
and I should concentrate on pleasing him. I kissed him, on the lips, on the
neck, on his ear. I scratched my nails on his back, I grabbed his ass and held
him close. He asked me if I was a whore. I told him I was his whore if he
wanted me to be his whore. He started pounding me faster, establishing a
rhythm, I knew it would not be long before my beloved son would shoot his cum
into his mothers hot eager pussy. He was panting himself and suddenly yelled
out, cum for me you whore, cum for me you slut. I felt his sperm filling my
pussy, I exploded again, my pussy was clenching around his cock. I was yelling
and screaming, Im your whore, and Im proud of it. Ill do anything for you. I have never
felt this good in my life.
I felt so good. I never knew that I could feel so good. I dont know how this came to be, but I
would enjoy being my beloved sons special whore. He rolled off next to
me and told me I could lower my legs. He took his cock and cleaned it against
my tits and cheeks and in my hair. He then allowed me to sleep with his cum all
over me. I fell asleep immediately.
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