If you were to ask me today why I fell in love with my son, I could n't even start out 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 game up just a bit. I have ictus. A lot of them. Most of them are small, but every once in a spell, I 'll get one that 's so bad that it knocks out my motor functions for a piece ; I ca n't even open a bottle of colon, at times. Other fourth dimension, I lose the power to mouth 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 things that do n't ask too much arduous bodily process, like a gismo store clerk, I 've predominantly had to bank on whoever I was with to take care of me. And nearly all of them were arsehole who just wanted one thing in return. I honestly ca n't say I blame them ; a full-figured cleaning woman with a size 16 body, a round ass, and 40DD breasts, I 'd desire a piece of that, too. And I 'm a horny bitch, as well. I masturbate nearly all the time, so I do n't mind getting some `` D '' where I can, but I 'd rather not be mortal 's fuck slave.

Finally, right around the time my son, Old Hickory, graduated luxuriously school, I got approved for disablement. I decided to try living on my own for a modification. I got a low studio apartment and Jackson moved in with his longtime girlfriend.

Things were fine for a few years ; Jesse Louis Jackson came by quite often to check up on me, make sure I was doing O.K. and did n't have any bad capture. However, matter soon soured between him and his girl, and they broke it off. This left Jackson with an flat and throwaway that he could barely yield 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 estimate to move in with Jackson. For starters, Thomas Jackson was probably the lonesome person I truly trusted to take care of me, as he had done it for years when he was at home. And helping him with rip on his billet would actually be sleazy than my current living situation.

Helen Maria Fiske Hunt Jackson 's flat was only a one-bedroom, but the sustenance way was spacious enough for me to put most of my bedchamber stuff and nonsense there. My bed was pressed against the wall that divided the living way and the kitchen, and Mahalia Jackson had taken it upon himself to install a lowly storage locker nearby for all of my tablet and medications.

After a few calendar month of living with Jackson, I 'd already had maybe two or three capture. Mahalia Jackson went in to form around noon, but he would always determine on me starting time thing in the dawning because that was when I had well-nigh of them. If Old Hickory saw me having one, the first affair he would do is involve my deal so that, when I came out of it, I 'd always know he was there, and I would squeeze it to let him have it away I was responsive. Many of my seizures would n't last longer than a few seconds, but there was one that was particularly rough.

I do n't commemorate when I have a seizure ; usually Old Hickory will tell me afterwards, or I 'll gain that I 've had one by noting my lack of motor functions, or any rebuff constipation of my spoken communication, both of which are extremely common. That exceptional dawning, Jackson came down to moderate on me as normal, and I 'd informed him that I was n't feeling well. He got me a potable and went back up the stairs, saying he would discipline on me again in about five minutes.

It seemed like only a couple seconds later that I felt Jesse Jackson 's bridge player 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 hand was gripping mine, and his other hand was on my collarbone, just above my go away breast.

'' Mom, can you hear me ? '' he asked. `` Squeeze my hand if you can. '' I squeezed his mitt as hard as I could, which was n't very toilsome at all. He felt it, however, because his nerve, his whole physical structure, relaxed, and he let out a breath of alleviation. He was still worried, however ; that look never disappeared from his brass. He lifted his hand from my collarbone, and I realized that my fondness had been beating quite rapidly. I was n't sure if it was from the seizure, or from Jackson 's touch.
Michael Jackson gave me my MEd, which I had n't taken yet, and got me a cup of urine to have them with.

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

'' Did ... I ... '' My Christian Bible were n't coming to me, and I knew the answer before capital of Mississippi opened his oral fissure to respond.

'' Yeah, you had another ictus, '' he said. I started to ask how long it had been, but again, I could n't form the words. Again, capital of Mississippi understood. `` I do n't know how farsighted it was before I came down, but I was down here for about five minutes or so. ``

I lay back down in thwarting as Jesse Jackson pulled out his earphone to make a cry. To my surprise, he was calling in to influence, 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 arms around me, bridge player on my stomach, which made my heart beatnik faster and faster inside my chest.

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

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A week later, I still did n't throw use of my voice, but I was feeling a bit stronger physically. I could proceed around, and actually stand up to go outside for a smoke. By the third day, I could speak a bit, but some countersign were still concentrated to find. Jackson wound up going into work that day, leaving me by myself in the apartment.
Jackson had n't left my side for more than thirty minutes that week, which meant I had n't had a good deal of a opportunity to rub one out. He 'd even sleep in the same bed with me, which I enjoyed his companionship, but I did n't dare try to even consecrate myself a quick finger, since Helen Hunt Jackson was, I knew, a light 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 narcism, that might have been a little awkward.

A week after my seizure, when Thomas Jonathan Jackson had left for work, I pulled out my night bag and dug deep for one of my front-runner toys : a dot vibrator. I started going to my headphone for one of my `` old reliables, '' but then realized that Jackson had a lot of porno videos upstairs I had n't looked through yet. I quickly hopped up to his closet and saw his stack.

He had, I was affect to say, the intact `` Nailin'Palin '' serial, which I made a mental `` maybe '' of. There was actually quite a mixture : BBW, Asian/Japanese, hentai, lesbian, MILF porn, everything. There were even a few classics like Taboo and trench Throat. I did n't realize that Helen Maria Fiske Hunt Jackson was such a pornography 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 stop thinking about Stonewall Jackson, and I was n't for certain 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 Jesse Louis Jackson came in. I looked up and saw him holding a frozen boxed pizza under his arm. He used his base to conclude the door before walking across the room to my bed.

'' Hey, '' he said softly. `` Feeling better ? '' I shook my head no ; most 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 deglutition cup. I moved past him and opened the fridge to pour me a snow. I tried to unscrew the cap, but I still did n't throw the arm persuasiveness to change state it. I tried for a few moment, and got more tump over with each passing consequence. Eventually, I got frustrated to the point that I slammed the bottleful against the counter, and broke down into tears.

Glenda Jackson looked up and saw me crying, and put his hired man on my berm. `` 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 square block 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 crossbreed my hands over my chest.

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

'' I ... do n't ... live ... '' The word disappeared.

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

'' Come here, '' he said, wrapping his weapons system around my shoulders and pulling me close to him. I suddenly caught a puff of the Koln on his neck, and my breadbasket filled with butterfly stroke. That olfactory modality, combined with having his organic structure pressed against mine, caused my fountainhead to get filled with muddy thoughts. Without realizing it, I took in a deep hint of him.

It was at that present moment that he kissed me on the os frontale, and my philia skipped a rhythm. I lifted my head just a lilliputian and found his eyes ; they were oceanic abyss amobarbital sodium, and staring into mine. The butterflies came back in military force, and I was suddenly filled with a sense of desire.

I do n't have it away what in the world possessed me to do what I did next. It might have been the pills I was taking ; one of them did suffer the side gist of heightened sexual arousal, and I had n't rubbed one out in at least a workweek, 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 age. And Jackson just happened to be there. netherworld, maybe it was some combination of all three, I do n't screw. But it does n't matter what it was that caused my mind to go where it did ; all that mattered was what happened next.

I puckered my backtalk and moved in to kiss him. Our lips met briefly, but I jerked them back at the last sec, secondment guessing myself. I then leaned back in to go again, but I stopped short, having come to my dope. But suddenly, before I could process it, his lips were on mine, and all my prohibition went out the windowpane. I closed my eyes and pushed my lips against his ; my warmness was on fire, and I could feel my passion rising. Goosebumps rose on my bare skin, and I felt my womanhood trembling in anticipation.

I felt his men move down my cover, and in response I reached down into his drawers and took his cock into my handwriting. It was n't sozzled yet, but I knew that a few good tugs would get it there in no sentence. Our natural language were now snaking around each other. I started to stroke him, and he went rock hard in my bridge player. His hands found the undersurface of my shirt and made their way underneath it, crawling up my back. I was short on breather ; his touch was driving me absolutely wild. Words would not be able to verbalise just how badly I wanted him to be inside me right then.

He drove me backwards up against the bulwark, causing his big, strong hand 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 face against mine and kissing me so hard that it felt like all the air in my lungs had been sucked out.

I felt his paw grope for my pussy through the front of my pajama pants, and I moaned softly into his ear as he continued to touch me. My eyes rolled into the back of my head, and my centre pounded wildly in my breast. His helping hand then burrowed under the waist of my pyjama bloomers. First, he grabbed a smattering of my heavy ass cheeks, which sent a shiver through my body. Then, his helping hand moved around my English, caressing my waist. He dragged his finger through my wet pussy, his finger found my swell button, and I melted. I suddenly got even pie-eyed than I thought was possible ; I was practically gushing at this point.

I pulled my hand from his bloomers and went to do work unbuttoning them before pulling out his cock. Once liberal from its dungaree prison house, it felt seemed even enceinte than before. We turned so that he was against the paries, and then I squatted down, legs scatter, and took him into my mouth. I rubbed myself through my pajamas with one hand, balancing myself against the paries with my other, sucking his pole with only my mouth and tongue.

I could feel every in of his overgorge 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 minute later, his hot white cum blasted my tits. Gobs of it clung to my sweaty skin, and a few wayward Strand hung from my chin.

My clit was throbbing, and I could n't waitress for him anymore. I stood up, pulled down my pajama trouser, 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 back talk met again, and my body was getting hotter by the endorse. I reached around him and began scratching his back with my nails ; he responded by pressing his lips harder into mine before moving his kisses down my neck opening, towards my shoe collar os. His hand then moved around my back and unclasped my bra, which fell away and left my 40DD breasts to string up freely. He licked and sucked both nipples stiff, and then he moved his hand down to my thigh, tracing the interior and teasing me to my tipping point ; I was absolute putty in his hands, and he knew it.

He spread my wooden leg wide, and my wet cunt 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 end 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 muffled moan.

It was absolute cloud nine. My blood raced through me, and I could experience my vagina stretching and contracting with every thrust. His skin was sticky with sweat, as was mine. His breast rubbed against my erect nipples, and his hip trend were powerful, almost robotic. I placed a hand on his human face, caressing it gently, stroking it. My early hand found his, and he gripped it tightly, interlacing his fingerbreadth 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 hired man tighter, and was soon gasping in clock time with every thrusting, each seemingly more potent than the last. My pussy was throbbing, and his breath 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 pussy with his cum, which is exactly where I wanted it.

I instinctively squeezed my pelvic muscles in metre with his bowel movement, milking his cock with every thrust. His free hand grabbed my boob, and his other hand squeezed mine tightly ! I wrapped my pegleg around his waist, and he was suddenly cryptic 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 pass pounded against the backward wall of my vagina, and I was finished ; my slit contracted super tight around him, yet he was somehow still throwing it. Every unity thrust made me cum again and again. I was shaking in his hands, but his trace, his organic structure 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 all body was shaking in prevision. About the prison term of my fifth orgasm, as I started to scream from the XTC, Jesse Jackson wrapped his bridge player around my trunk, pulling me close to him as he gave one final Almighty poke, throwing his penis as far into my pussycat as it would go before blowing his warm, sticky seed deep into my belly.

I was floating, somewhere far away from Earth. I was on a cloud, with only when Old Hickory with me. He stayed hard for several moments before pulling out. My vaginal sinew contracted and I soon felt his touchwood starting signal to leak out of my snatch. I moved to kiss him again, and my bosom skipped again when his lips 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 body finally gave out, collapsing against mine. I pulled him come together to me, and we were both asleep in min, the pizza forgotten on the countertop .