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 substantially account I could chip in that made sense was that he was there to care for me when cipher else would.

Let me second up just a bit. I have gaining control. A lot of them. virtually of them are small-scale, but every once in a while, I 'll get one that 's so bad that it knocks out my motor function for a while ; I ca n't even give a bottle of Aspinwall, at times. Other prison term, I lose the ability to verbalise for a few 60 minutes, 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 longest time.

So while I 've taken a few small jobs, mainly matter that do n't call for too very much arduous activity, like a wash room store clerk, I 've predominantly had to rely on whoever I was with to read care of me. And nearly all of them were SOB who just wanted one thing in rejoinder. I honestly ca n't say I blame them ; a full-figured char with a sizing 16 body, a one shot ass, and 40DD breasts, I 'd want a slice of that, too. And I 'm a horny kick, as well. I masturbate nearly all the metre, so I do n't listen getting some `` D '' where I can, but I 'd rather not be mortal 's fuck slave.

Finally, right around the time my son, Andrew Jackson, graduated high school, I got approved for disablement. I decided to try living on my own for a alteration. I got a little studio apartment and Jackson moved in with his longtime girlfriend.

things were fine for a few eld ; Andrew Jackson came by quite often to check up on me, make sure enough I was doing okay and did n't have any bad seizures. However, things soon soured between him and his lady friend, and they broke it off. This left Jackson with an apartment and handbill that he could barely open 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 idea to move in with Glenda Jackson. For newbie, Jackson was probably the sole someone I truly trusted to choose maintenance of me, as he had done it for days when he was at home. And helping him with economic rent on his spot would actually be cheaper than my current livelihood situation.

Jackson 's flat was only a one-bedroom, but the living room was roomy enough for me to put to the highest degree of my bedroom hooey there. My bed was pressed against the wall that divided the living room and the kitchen, and Jackson had taken it upon himself to establish a modest cabinet nearby for all of my pills and medications.

After a few calendar month of living with Michael Jackson, I 'd already had maybe two or three seizures. Michael Jackson went in to work around noon, but he would always check on me initiatory thing in the dayspring because that was when I had most of them. If Michael Jackson saw me having one, the first affair he would do is study my hand so that, when I came out of it, I 'd always have it away he was there, and I would rack it to let him sleep with I was antiphonal. Many of my gaining control would n't utmost longsighted than a few seconds, but there was one that was particularly rough.

I do n't retrieve when I have a seizure ; usually Jackson will tell me afterwards, or I 'll realize that I 've had one by noting my lack of motor role, or any slight impairment of my manner of speaking, both of which are extremely usual. That particular proposition dayspring, Michael Joe Jackson came down to check on me as convention, and I 'd informed him that I was n't feeling well. He got me a drink and went back upstairs, saying he would check on me again in about five minutes.

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

'' Mom, can you find out me ? '' he asked. `` hug my hand if you can. '' I squeezed his hand as hard as I could, which was n't very hard at all. He felt it, however, because his face, his unharmed body, relaxed, and he let out a breath of moderation. He was still worried, however ; that look never disappeared from his face. He lifted his hired hand from my clavicle, and I realized that my heart had been beating quite rapidly. I was n't indisputable if it was from the seizure, or from Jackson 's touch.
Jackson gave me my meds, which I had n't taken yet, and got me a cup of water to rent them with.

'' Here, '' he said. I took them, my bridge player shaking the unit metre, I could barely carry the water.

'' Did ... I ... '' My row were n't coming to me, and I knew the answer before Thomas Jonathan Jackson opened his mouth to respond.

'' Yeah, you had another capture, '' he said. I started to ask how prospicient it had been, but again, I could n't form the parole. Again, Thomas J. Jackson understood. `` I do n't do it how farseeing it was before I came down, but I was down here for about five arcminute or so. ``

I lay back down in frustration as Jackson pulled out his phone to cause a call. To my surprise, he was calling in to exploit, feeding them some bullshit about having a kidney gemstone. They apparently bought it, because they gave him a couple days off. Once he hung up the phone with them, he crawled into bed with me and put his munition around me, hand on my stomach, which made my kernel beat faster and faster inside my chest.

'' You 'll be alright, '' he said. I placed my 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 week later, I still did n't stimulate use of my vox, but I was feeling a bit strong physically. I could move around, and actually stand up to go outside for a grass. By the third day, I could speak a bit, but some words were still hard to recover. Jackson wound up going into work that day, leaving me by myself in the apartment.
Jackson had n't left my side for Thomas More than thirty instant that week, which meant I had n't had much of a chance to rub one out. He 'd even log Z's in the same bed with me, which I enjoyed his ship's company, but I did n't dare try to even pay myself a quick finger, since Jackson was, I knew, a lighting 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 moment of self-love, that might suffer been a little awkward.

A week after my gaining control, when Jackson had left for piece of work, I pulled out my night bag and dug deep for one of my favorite toys : a studded vibrator. I started going to my telephone for one of my `` old reliables, '' but then realized that Jackson had a raft of erotica picture upstairs I had n't looked through yet. I quickly hopped up to his press and saw his stack.

He had, I was impressed to say, the entire `` Nailin'Palin '' serial publication, which I made a genial `` maybe '' of. There was actually quite a variety : BBW, Asian/Japanese, hentai, lesbian, MILF porn, everything. There were even a few classic like Taboo and Deep Throat. I did n't take in that Jackson was such a porno connoisseur. I grabbed one of the `` Nailin'Palin '' videos, popped it in, and started going to town on mysef, but I stopped before I really got started. I could n't hold on thinking about Michael 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 minute later, the door opened and Thomas J. Jackson came in. I looked up and saw him holding a frigid boxed pizza under his blazon. He used his substructure to close the room access before walking across the room to my bed.

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

'' What ... kind ... ? '' 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 cup. I moved past him and opened the fridge to pour me a Coke. I tried to unscrew the cap, but I still did n't have the arm strength to turn it. I tried for a few s, and got more bowl over with each passing moment. Eventually, I got frustrated to the point that I slammed the bottle against the counter, and broke down into tears.

Thomas Jonathan Jackson looked up and saw me crying, and put his script on my shoulder. `` Here, let me, '' he said. He grabbed the bottle and opened it with repose. He poured the Cola into the cup and then grabbed some ice cubes from the freezer 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 hands over my chest.

'' Hey, '' he said, putting his hand on my Chin and lifting my psyche to look at him. `` You 're going to be finely, '' he assured me.

'' I ... do n't ... know ... '' The tidings disappeared.

'' I do bang that, '' he said. `` You 've always come back before, and this time is no different. '' His hand touched my nerve and, he wiped away my teardrop with his thumb. I smiled at him ; my cheek felt like it was glowing.

'' Come here, '' he said, wrapping his weapon around my shoulder joint and pulling me close to him. I suddenly caught a puff of air of the cologne on his neck, and my abdomen filled with butterfly. That smell, combined with having his eubstance pressed against mine, caused my head to become take with dirty thoughts. Without realizing it, I took in a deep breath of him.

It was at that here and now that he kissed me on the frontal bone, and my heart skipped a beat. I lifted my pass just a small and found his eyes ; they were late blue devil, and staring into mine. The butterflies came back in force play, and I was suddenly filled with a sense of desire.

I do n't know what in the domain possessed me to do what I did next. It might own been the pills I was taking ; one of them did feature the side effect of heightened sexual arousal, and I had n't rubbed one out in at least a week, before this most recent seizure. Maybe it was the fact that I had n't known a man 's touch in over two, maybe even three yr. And Thomas Jackson just happened to be there. the pits, maybe it was some combination of all three, I do n't bang. But it does n't matter what it was that cause my mind to go where it did ; all that mattered was what happened next.

I puckered my lips and moved in to snog him. Our rim met briefly, but I jerked them back at the last second, irregular guessing myself. I then leaned back in to go again, but I stopped short, having come to my green goddess. But suddenly, before I could serve it, his sass were on mine, and all my inhibitions went out the window. I closed my eyes and pushed my back talk against his ; my sum was on fire, and I could sense my passion rising. Goosebumps rose on my bare skin, and I felt my womanhood quiver in anticipation.

I felt his custody move down my back, and in response I reached down into his pants and took his cock into my hired hand. It was n't corpse yet, but I knew that a few goodness tower would get it there in no time. Our spit were now snaking around each other. I started to stroke him, and he went rock hard in my mitt. His hands found the bottom of my shirt and made their way underneath it, crawling up my rachis. I was short on breathing space ; his touch was driving me absolutely wild. language would not be able to express just how badly I wanted him to be inside me right then.

He drove me backwards up against the wall, causing his big, strong work force to dig into my backrest, turning me on even more. He dragged his nails down my spine, and a soft moan escaped my rima oris, 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 expression against mine and kissing me so hard that it felt like all the air in my lungs had been sucked out.

I felt his hand grope for my slit through the front of my pyjama bloomers, and I moaned softly into his ear as he continued to advert me. My centre rolled into the spinal column of my head, and my bosom pounded wildly in my chest. His manpower then burrowed under the waist of my pajama drawers. First, he grabbed a handful of my sarcoid ass cheek, which sent a shiver through my consistency. Then, his bridge player moved around my side, caressing my waist. He dragged his finger through my wet pussy, his finger found my vain button, and I melted. I suddenly got even wetter than I thought was possible ; I was practically gushing at this point.

I pulled my hand from his pants and went to function unbuttoning them before pulling out his cock. Once free from its denim prison, it felt seemed even gravid than before. We turned so that he was against the wall, and then I squatted down, legs spread, and took him into my lip. I rubbed myself through my pajamas with one hand, balancing myself against the wall with my other, sucking his pole with only my mouth and tongue.

I could sense every inch of his engorged cock 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 pulsate, preparing to cum. I pulled him out and quickly ripped off my shirt, exposing my black lace bra. A present moment later, his hot livid cum blasted my tits. trap of it clung to my sweaty hide, and a few wayward chain hung from my chin.

My clit was throbbing, and I could n't waitress for him anymore. I stood up, pulled down my jammies pants, 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 lips met again, and my consistence was getting hotter by the bit. I reached around him and began scratching his back with my nails ; he responded by pressing his lip harder into mine before moving his kisses down my neck, towards my shoe collar pearl. His hand then moved around my back and unclasped my bra, which fell away and left my 40DD breasts to cling freely. He licked and sucked both nipples stiff, and then he moved his hand down to my thighs, tracing the insides and teasing me to my tipping stop ; I was out-and-out putty in his hands, and he knew it.

He spread my legs panoptic, and my wet snatch awaited him. The tip of his cock positioned against my puss, 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 finished my sentence before Jackson shoved himself into me. I screamed loudly, but his lips found mine again and what remained of the scream vanished into his mouth with a dampen moan.

It was downright cloud nine. My profligate raced through me, and I could feel my vagina stretching and contracting with every push. His skin was sticky with sweat, as was mine. His dresser rubbed against my vertical nipples, and his hip movements were powerful, almost robotic. I placed a helping hand on his look, 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 clavicle, and bit down. Not strong, but enough to make me fink like a girlfriend. I gripped his hand tighter, and was soon gasping in time with every thrust, each seemingly more powerful than the last. My pussy was throbbing, and his breaths shallow. He was focused, I could tell ; all his Energy Department was being spent on making surely that we both came fast and that he filled my cunt with his cum, which is exactly where I wanted it.

I instinctively squeezed my pelvic brawn in fourth dimension with his movements, milking his rooster with every drive. His destitute hand grabbed my knocker, and his other hand squeezed mine tightly ! I wrapped my legs around his waistline, and he was suddenly deeper 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 backwards wall of my vagina, and I was finished ; my pussy contracted tops tight around him, yet he was somehow still throwing it. Every I thrust made me cum again and again. I was shaking in his hands, but his touch, his consistence 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 run-in. `` I want it ... inside me. All inside ... '' I was breathless, and my whole trunk was shaking in anticipation. About the time of my one-fifth orgasm, as I started to scream from the exaltation, Helen Hunt Jackson wrapped his hands around my body, pulling me close to him as he gave one final Almighty thrust, throwing his fellow member as far into my pussy as it would go before blowing his warm, sticky ejaculate deep into my belly.

I was floating, somewhere far away from Earth. I was on a cloud, with only Michael Joe Jackson with me. He stayed hard for various moments before pulling out. My vaginal brawn contracted and I soon felt his kindling start to leak out of my pussy. I moved to kiss him again, and my heart skipped again when his lip touched mine.

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

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

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