If you were to ask me today why I fell in love with my son, I could n't even begin to explain it rationally. The best explanation I could give that made sense was that he was there to care for me when nobody else would.

Let me second up just a bit. I have seizure. A lot of them. Most of them are minuscule, but every once in a patch, I 'll get one that 's so bad that it knocks out my motor functions for a while ; I ca n't even open a feeding bottle of genus Cola, at metre. early times, I lose the ability to speak for a few hr, sometimes even up to a day or so. But despite all that, for some reason or another, mostly bureaucratic bullshit, I ca n't get disability for the long time.

So while I 've taken a few pocket-size task, mainly matter that do n't require too lots strenuous activity, like a contrivance store shop assistant, I 've predominantly had to rely on whoever I was with to take care of me. And nearly all of them were assholes who just wanted one matter in income tax return. I honestly ca n't say I blame them ; a full-figured woman with a sizing 16 body, a bout ass, and 40DD breasts, I 'd desire a while of that, too. And I 'm a horny bitch, as well. I masturbate nearly all the clock time, so I do n't mind getting some `` D '' where I can, but I 'd rather not be individual 's fuck slave.

Finally, right around the time my son, Thomas J. Jackson, graduated high shoal, I got approved for impairment. I decided to try living on my own for a change. I got a small studio apartment flat and Jackson moved in with his longtime girlfriend.

matter were fine for a few years ; Michael Joe Jackson came by quite often to check out up on me, make sure I was doing okeh and did n't hold any bad seizures. However, thing soon soured between him and his girlfriend, and they broke it off. This left Jackson with an apartment and peak that he could barely afford on his own. And he had just renewed the lease, too, so he was stuck there for another year.

I think it was actually my thought to move in with capital of Mississippi. For starters, Jesse Jackson was probably the but person I truly trusted to take care of me, as he had done it for twelvemonth when he was at home. And helping him with rent on his home would actually be crummy than my current living situation.

Jackson 's apartment was only a one-bedroom, but the living way was spacious enough for me to put nearly of my bedroom clobber there. My bed was pressed against the wall that divided the keep room and the kitchen, and Jackson had taken it upon himself to install a small storage locker nearby for all of my anovulatory drug and medications.

After a few months of living with Glenda Jackson, I 'd already had maybe two or three seizures. Jackson went in to work around noon, but he would always check on me first thing in the morning because that was when I had most of them. If Michael Jackson saw me having one, the first base matter he would do is need my hand so that, when I came out of it, I 'd always bang he was there, and I would squeeze it to let him know I was responsive. Many of my seizure would n't lowest tenacious than a few sec, but there was one that was particularly rough.

I do n't call up when I have a seizure ; usually Jackson will tell me afterwards, or I 'll realize that I 've had one by noting my deficiency of motor mathematical function, or any svelte disablement of my speech, both of which are extremely green. That particular sunup, Thomas Jackson came down to tick on me as normal, and I 'd informed him that I was n't feeling well. He got me a drink and went back upstair, saying he would turn back on me again in about five minutes.

It seemed like only a couple seconds later that I felt Helen Hunt Jackson 's hand in mine, and he was calling out, `` Mom ! Mom ! '' It was distant, though, like he was miles away from me. My vision, which was blurry, slowly started to clear up. I finally saw him leaning over me ; one mitt was gripping mine, and his other hand was on my collarbone, just above my left breast.

'' Mom, can you hear me ? '' he asked. `` wring my hand if you can. '' I squeezed his hired man as difficult as I could, which was n't very punishing at all. He felt it, however, because his fount, his solid body, relaxed, and he let out a breath of easement. He was still worried, however ; that look never disappeared from his case. He lifted his mitt from my collarbone, and I realized that my centre had been beating quite rapidly. I was n't sure if it was from the seizure, or from Helen Maria Fiske Hunt Jackson 's touch.
Mahalia Jackson gave me my meds, which I had n't taken yet, and got me a cup of water to hire them with.

'' Here, '' he said. I took them, my hands shaking the whole time, I could barely have got the water.

'' Did ... I ... '' My Scripture were n't coming to me, and I knew the resolution before Jackson opened his backtalk to respond.

'' Yeah, you had another seizure, '' he said. I started to ask how long it had been, but again, I could n't spring the Holy Writ. Again, Thomas Jonathan Jackson understood. `` I do n't get laid how retentive it was before I came down, but I was down here for about five arcminute or so. ``

I lay back down in frustration as Old Hickory pulled out his phone to draw a call. To my surprise, he was calling in to work, feeding them some bullshit about having a kidney Isidor Feinstein Stone. They apparently bought it, because they gave him a couple Clarence Shepard Day Jr. off. Once he hung up the phone with them, he crawled into bed with me and put his sleeve around me, handwriting on my stomach, which made my kernel measure faster and faster inside my chest.

'' You 'll be alright, '' he said. I placed my helping hand on top of his and cuddled up next to him. The fact that he was there was the only thing that kept me from bursting into tears.

***

A calendar week later, I still did n't have use of my part, but I was feeling a bit warm physically. I could be active around, and actually tolerate up to go outside for a smoke. By the third day, I could verbalise a bit, but some Holy Scripture were still hard to regain. Mahalia Jackson wound up going into work that day, leaving me by myself in the apartment.
Jackson had n't left my side for to a greater extent than XXX minutes that workweek, which meant I had n't had lots of a hazard to rub one out. He 'd even log Z's in the Saame bed with me, which I enjoyed his company, but I did n't dare try to even give myself a quick finger, since Mahalia Jackson was, I knew, a lightsome sleeper. Jackson and I were n't shy when it came to talking about sex, but having him walk in on me during a passionate bit of vanity, that might stimulate been a slight awkward.

A week after my ictus, when capital of Mississippi had left for body of work, I pulled out my Night bag and dug deep for one of my favored toys : a studded vibrator. I started going to my phone for one of my `` old reliables, '' but then realized that Old Hickory had a plenty of erotica videos upstairs I had n't looked through yet. I quickly hopped up to his closet and saw his stack.

He had, I was impressed to say, the entire `` Nailin'Palin '' serial, which I made a mental `` maybe '' of. There was actually quite a variety : BBW, Asian/Japanese, hentai, sapphic, MILF erotica, everything. There were even a few classics like Taboo and oceanic abyss Throat. I did n't realize that Jackson was such a porno connoisseur. I grabbed one of the `` Nailin'Palin '' videos, popped it in, and started going to Ithiel Town on mysef, but I stopped before I really got started. I could n't blockade thinking about Andrew Jackson, and I was n't sure why. I tucked my vibrator away, turned off the video, and rolled over to go to sleep.

A few time of day later, the door opened and Glenda Jackson came in. I looked up and saw him holding a fixed boxed pizza under his arms. He used his foot to close down the threshold before walking across the room to my bed.

'' Hey, '' he said softly. `` Feeling better ? '' I shook my head no ; well-nigh of my Word still had n't come back to me yet.

'' What ... form ... ? '' I started to ask, but he beat me to the punch.

'' Pepperoni, '' he announced as he opened the box in the kitchen. I stood up and walked into the kitchen with my drink in cup. I moved past him and opened the fridge to rain cats and dogs me a coke. I tried to unscrew the cap, but I still did n't have the arm enduringness to wrench it. I tried for a few minute, and got more upset with each passing mo. Eventually, I got frustrated to the point that I slammed the bottle against the counter, and broke down into tears.

Jackson looked up and saw me crying, and put his hand on my articulatio humeri. `` Here, let me, '' he said. He grabbed the bottleful and opened it with repose. He poured the cola into the cup and then grabbed some ice regular hexahedron from the Deepfreeze before closing the lid. I watched through the tears as he finished up and handed the cup to me. I took it from him, but then set it down and crossed my paw over my chest.

'' Hey, '' he said, putting his hand on my chin and lifting my head to attend at him. `` You 're going to be fine, '' he assured me.

'' I ... do n't ... get it on ... '' The word disappeared.

'' I do acknowledge that, '' he said. `` You 've always come back before, and this time is no different. '' His hired man touched my impudence and, he wiped away my tears with his quarter round. I smiled at him ; my face felt like it was glowing.

'' Come here, '' he said, wrapping his arms around my shoulders and pulling me close to him. I suddenly caught a puff of the cologne on his neck opening, and my stomach filled with butterflies. That smell, combined with having his consistence pressed against mine, caused my head to go fulfill with dirty thoughts. Without realizing it, I took in a deep breath of him.

It was at that bit that he kissed me on the forehead, and my heart skipped a beat. I lifted my head just a little and found his eyes ; they were deep blue, and staring into mine. The butterflies came back in force, and I was suddenly filled with a sense of desire.

I do n't know what in the existence possessed me to do what I did next. It might sustain been the pills I was taking ; one of them did have the side impression of heightened intimate arousal, and I had n't rubbed one out in at least a week, before this most Holocene epoch ictus. Maybe it was the fact that I had n't known a man 's touch in over two, maybe even three age. And Old Hickory just happened to be there. Hell, maybe it was some compounding of all three, I do n't fuck. But it does n't matter what it was that induce my nous to go where it did ; all that mattered was what happened next.

I puckered my lips and moved in to kiss him. Our lips met briefly, but I jerked them back at the survive second, moment guessing myself. I then leaned back in to go again, but I stopped short, having come to my gumption. But suddenly, before I could action it, his brim were on mine, and all my inhibitions went out the window. I closed my eye and pushed my lips against his ; my heart was on fire, and I could finger my passion rising. Goosebumps rose on my bare skin, and I felt my womanhood quiver in anticipation.

I felt his workforce move down my book binding, and in response I reached down into his pants and took his cock into my hand. It was n't stiff yet, but I knew that a few good tugs would get it there in no clip. Our tongues were now snaking around each other. I started to stroke him, and he went rock hard in my deal. His hands found the bottom of my shirt and made their way underneath it, crawling up my binding. I was short on intimation ; his touching was driving me absolutely wild. Words would not be able to express just how badly I wanted him to be inside me rectify then.

He drove me backwards up against the bulwark, causing his big, strong workforce to dig into my back, turning me on even more. He dragged his nails down my spine, and a soft groan escaped my mouth, which was still locked firmly with his. I pulled away just long enough to whisper breathlessly, `` I want you ... in me ... now. '' He responded by burying his brass against mine and kissing me so hard that it felt like all the air in my lungs had been sucked out.

I felt his hired hand grope for my pussy through the strawman of my pajama gasp, and I moaned softly into his ear as he continued to tinct me. My eyes rolled into the back of my head, and my spirit pounded wildly in my chest. His hands then burrowed under the waistline of my pajama gasp. First, he grabbed a handful of my fleshy ass cheeks, which sent a tremble through my body. Then, his hand moved around my face, caressing my waist. He dragged his fingerbreadth through my wet snatch, his finger found my swollen clit, and I melted. I suddenly got even tight than I thought was possible ; I was practically gushing at this point.

I pulled my hand from his pant and went to play unbuttoning them before pulling out his cock. Once rid from its jean prison house, it felt seemed even larger than before. We turned so that he was against the wall, and then I squatted down, legs gap, and took him into my oral fissure. I rubbed myself through my pajamas with one deal, balancing myself against the wall with my other, sucking his pole with only my back talk and tongue.

I could feel every column inch of his engorged putz as it slid down my tight throat. I licked him all up and down as he went in and out. Soon, he started to twitch and throb, preparing to cum. I pulled him out and quickly ripped off my shirt, exposing my black lace bra. A moment later, his hot tweed cum blasted my tits. Gobs of it clung to my sweaty tegument, and a few wayward Strand hung from my chin.

My clitoris was throbbing, and I could n't wait for him anymore. I stood up, pulled down my pajama bloomers, leaned into him and whispered hoarsely, `` Fuck me ... now. ``

I pulled him against me and walked him backwards towards my bed. I fell backwards onto the mattress and pulled him on top of me. Our rim met again, and my torso was getting hotter by the indorsement. I reached around him and began scratching his rear with my nails ; he responded by pressing his lips harder into mine before moving his kiss down my neck, towards my collar bone. His hand then moved around my binding and unclasped my bra, which fell away and left my 40DD breasts to hang freely. He licked and sucked both nipples stiff, and then he moved his hand down to my thighs, tracing the interior and teasing me to my tipping pointedness ; I was absolute putty in his mitt, and he knew it.

He spread my stage wide, and my wet snatch awaited him. The tip of his cock positioned against my cunt, which was dripping like a waterfall. `` Do it, '' I whispered softly. `` Put it in me. I want all of it- ''

I had n't even complete my conviction before Mahalia Jackson shoved himself into me. I screamed loudly, but his sassing found mine again and what remained of the riot vanished into his oral fissure with a mute moan.

It was absolute walking on air. My blood raced through me, and I could palpate my vagina stretching and contracting with every jabbing. His skin was sticky with sweat, as was mine. His chest rubbed against my erect mammilla, and his hip movements were powerful, almost automatic. I placed a manus on his case, caressing it gently, stroking it. My other hand found his, and he gripped it tightly, interlacing his fingers with mine. I squeezed it tightly, and he responded by doing the same.

Suddenly, he moved down to my collarbone, and bit down. Not hard, but enough to make me fink like a girlfriend. I gripped his hand tighter, and was soon gasping in meter with every push, each seemingly more powerful than the last. My slit was throbbing, and his breaths shallow. He was focused, I could separate ; all his energy was being spent on making sure that we both came fast and that he filled my kitty with his cum, which is exactly where I wanted it.

I instinctively squeezed my pelvic muscles in prison term with his movements, milking his cock with every thrust. His free handwriting grabbed my white meat, and his other hand squeezed mine tightly ! I wrapped my ramification around his waist, and he was suddenly thick in me than ever before !

'' I 'm going to ... '' a groan forced its way out of me as I spoke. `` You 're making me cum, son. I 'm ... cumming ... Oh God ! '' The tip of his head pounded against the back rampart of my vagina, and I was finished ; my pussy contracted first-rate tight around him, yet he was somehow still throwing it. Every single stab made me cum again and again. I was shaking in his manus, but his touch, his body against mine, assured me that everything would be alright.

'' I 'm cumming, too, mom ... '' he wheezed. `` I 'm about to ... ''

'' Yes, I know, '' I said, kissing him eagerly between words. `` I want it ... inside me. All inside ... '' I was breathless, and my completely body was shaking in prediction. About the clock time of my twenty percent sexual climax, as I started to scream from the ecstasy, Jackson wrapped his handwriting around my body, pulling me finish to him as he gave one final examination almighty thrust, throwing his penis as far into my snatch as it would go before blowing his warm, embarrassing seed deep into my belly.

I was floating, somewhere far away from Earth. I was on a cloud, with only Jackson with me. He stayed hard for several moments before pulling out. My vaginal muscles contracted and I soon felt his spunk start to leak out of my pussy. I moved to snog him again, and my gist skipped again when his sassing touched mine.

'' That ... was ... amazing ... '' I breathed in between kisses.

'' Really ? '' he asked, surprised. `` I thought I was kinda quick. ``

'' No, it was ... perfect tense, '' I assured him. He smiled and his body finally gave out, collapsing against mine. I pulled him close to me, and we were both asleep in minutes, the pizza pie forgotten on the countertop .