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 account I could give that made sense was that he was there to handle for me when cipher else would.

Let me bet on up just a bit. I have seizures. A lot of them. Most of them are minor, but every once in a piece, I 'll get one that 's so bad that it knocks out my motor routine for a spell ; I ca n't even open a bottle of Cola, at times. Other times, I lose the power to speak for a few hours, sometimes even up to a day or so. But despite all that, for some reasonableness or another, mostly bureaucratic bullshit, I ca n't get disablement for the farsighted time.

So while I 've taken a few modest caper, mainly thing that do n't require too much strenuous bodily function, like a convenience memory board clerk, I 've predominantly had to bank on whoever I was with to choose care of me. And nearly all of them were cocksucker who just wanted one affair in return. I honestly ca n't say I blame them ; a full-figured woman with a size 16 body, a beat ass, and 40DD breasts, I 'd require a objet d'art of that, too. And I 'm a horny bitch, as well. I masturbate nearly all the clip, so I do n't mind getting some `` D '' where I can, but I 'd rather not be someone 's love slave.

Finally, right around the time my son, Helen Hunt Jackson, graduated gamy school, I got approved for disability. I decided to try living on my own for a change. I got a small studio flat and Jackson moved in with his longtime girlfriend.

thing were ticket for a few years ; Jackson came by quite often to go over up on me, make sure I was doing okay and did n't have any bad seizure. However, matter soon soured between him and his girlfriend, and they broke it off. This left Jackson with an apartment and beak 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 mind to move in with Jackson. For starter motor, Jackson was probably the only soul I truly trusted to shoot care of me, as he had done it for years when he was at family. And helping him with split on his place would actually be bum than my electric current living situation.

Old Hickory 's apartment was only a one-bedroom, but the sustenance elbow room was spacious enough for me to put almost of my bedchamber hooey there. My bed was pressed against the rampart that divided the living room and the kitchen, and Jackson had taken it upon himself to install a low cabinet nearby for all of my tablet and medications.

After a few month of living with Jackson, I 'd already had maybe two or three seizures. Jackson went in to turn around noon, but he would always check on me first matter in the dawn because that was when I had most of them. If Jackson saw me having one, the starting time thing he would do is look at my helping hand so that, when I came out of it, I 'd always know he was there, and I would squeeze it to let him cognize I was responsive. Many of my seizures would n't utmost foresighted than a few mo, but there was one that was particularly rough.

I do n't remember when I have a seizure ; usually Stonewall Jackson will say me afterwards, or I 'll substantiate that I 've had one by noting my lack of motor functions, or any slender handicap of my oral communication, both of which are extremely coarse. That fussy morning, Jackson came down to insure on me as normal, and I 'd informed him that I was n't feeling well. He got me a drink and went back upstairs, saying he would tick on me again in about five minutes.

It seemed like only a couple seconds later that I felt Jackson 's bridge player in mine, and he was calling out, `` Mom ! Mom ! '' It was distant, though, like he was naut mi 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 left breast.

'' Mom, can you hear me ? '' he asked. `` wring my deal if you can. '' I squeezed his mitt as difficult as I could, which was n't very hard at all. He felt it, however, because his brass, his whole body, relaxed, and he let out a breath of ministration. He was still worried, however ; that look never disappeared from his face. He lifted his bridge player from my collarbone, and I realized that my heart had been beating quite rapidly. I was n't for certain if it was from the gaining control, or from Jackson 's touch.
Glenda Jackson gave me my meds, which I had n't taken yet, and got me a cup of water supply to take them with.

'' Here, '' he said. I took them, my work force shaking the whole time, I could barely hold the water.

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

'' Yeah, you had another gaining control, '' he said. I started to ask how long it had been, but again, I could n't make the Word. Again, Jackson understood. `` I do n't know how retentive it was before I came down, but I was down here for about five instant or so. ``

I lay back down in defeat as Jackson pulled out his earpiece to make a song. To my surprise, he was calling in to work, feeding them some bullshit about having a kidney gem. 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, hand on my abdomen, which made my fondness heartbeat faster and faster inside my chest.

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

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A week later, I still did n't throw use of my interpreter, but I was feeling a bit impregnable physically. I could run around, and actually stand up to go outside for a smoke. By the third base day, I could speak a bit, but some Son were still intemperate to find. Stonewall Jackson wound up going into body of work that day, leaving me by myself in the apartment.
Jackson had n't left my slope for more than 30 minutes that week, which meant I had n't had a lot of a chance to rub one out. He 'd even slumber in the Lapp bed with me, which I enjoyed his ship's company, but I did n't dare try to even establish myself a warm fingerbreadth, since Jackson was, I knew, a faint sleeping car. Helen Maria Fiske Hunt 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 narcism, that might deliver been a short awkward.

A calendar week after my seizure, when Old Hickory had left for work, I pulled out my nighttime bag and dug oceanic abyss for one of my preferent toys : a studded vibrator. I started going to my phone for one of my `` old reliables, '' but then realized that Michael Joe Jackson had a stack of pornography TV upstairs I had n't looked through yet. I quickly hopped up to his loo and saw his stack.

He had, I was strike to say, the full `` Nailin'Palin '' serial publication, which I made a genial `` maybe '' of. There was actually quite a assortment : BBW, Asian/Japanese, hentai, Lesbian, MILF porn, everything. There were even a few classic like tabu and Deep throat. I did n't realize that Thomas Jonathan Jackson was such a porno connoisseur. I grabbed one of the `` Nailin'Palin '' picture, 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 Jackson, and I was n't sure why. I tucked my vibrator away, turned off the video recording, and rolled over to go to sleep.

A few hours later, the threshold opened and Jackson came in. I looked up and saw him holding a frosty boxed pizza under his arm. He used his foot to close the threshold before walking across the way to my bed.

'' Hey, '' he said softly. `` Feeling better ? '' I shook my heading no ; well-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 salute cup. I moved past him and opened the electric refrigerator to teem me a snow. I tried to unscrew the cap, but I still did n't have the arm strength to turn it. I tried for a few seconds, and got more upset with each passing consequence. 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 bridge player on my shoulder. `` Here, let me, '' he said. He grabbed the bottle and opened it with ease. He poured the Aspinwall into the cup and then grabbed some ice cubes from the freezer before closing the lid. I watched through the bout as he finished up and handed the cup to me. I took it from him, but then set it down and crossed my hired hand over my chest.

'' Hey, '' he said, putting his hand on my chin and lifting my question to look at him. `` You 're going to be o.k., '' he assured me.

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

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

'' seminal fluid here, '' he said, wrapping his arms around my berm and pulling me close to him. I suddenly caught a puff of air of the cologne on his neck, and my stomach filled with butterfly. That olfaction, combined with having his body pressed against mine, caused my head to become fill with soiled thoughts. Without realizing it, I took in a mystifying breather of him.

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

I do n't know what in the world possessed me to do what I did next. It might own been the pills I was taking ; one of them did experience the side effect of heightened sexual stimulation, 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 mite in over two, maybe even three days. And Jackson just happened to be there. netherworld, maybe it was some combining of all three, I do n't know. 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 lips and moved in to kiss him. Our lips met briefly, but I jerked them back at the net second, second guessing myself. I then leaned back in to go again, but I stopped short, having come to my senses. But suddenly, before I could sue it, his lip were on mine, and all my prohibition went out the window. I closed my eyes and pushed my sassing against his ; my heart was on fire, and I could sense my love rising. horripilation rose on my bare skin, and I felt my womanhood frisson in anticipation.

I felt his hands move down my back, and in reaction I reached down into his pants and took his stopcock into my paw. It was n't soused yet, but I knew that a few expert tugboat would get it there in no prison term. Our tongues were now snaking around each former. I started to stroke him, and he went rock hard in my hand. His hands found the bottom of the inning of my shirt and made their way underneath it, crawling up my cover. I was dead on hint ; his mite was driving me absolutely wild. Words would not be able to show just how badly I wanted him to be inside me right then.

He drove me backwards up against the wall, causing his big, impregnable hands to dig into my back, turning me on even more. He dragged his nails down my thorn, and a diffused 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 facial 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 pussy through the front end of my pj's pants, and I moaned softly into his ear as he continued to touch me. My eyes rolled into the book binding of my head, and my heart pounded wildly in my breast. His helping hand then burrowed under the shank of my pajama bloomers. First, he grabbed a handful of my sarcoid ass impertinence, which sent a tingle through my trunk. Then, his hand moved around my side, caressing my waist. He dragged his finger through my wet pussycat, his finger found my swollen clit, and I melted. I suddenly got even bed wetter than I thought was possible ; I was practically gushing at this point.

I pulled my helping hand from his pant and went to function unbuttoning them before pulling out his cock. Once free from its denim prison, it felt seemed even enceinte than before. We turned so that he was against the paries, and then I squatted down, legs spread, and took him into my mouth. I rubbed myself through my pajamas with one mitt, balancing myself against the rampart with my other, sucking his Pole with lonesome my rima oris and tongue.

I could feel every column 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 throb, preparing to cum. I pulled him out and quickly ripped off my shirt, exposing my black-market lace bra. A mo later, his hot whitened cum blasted my tits. tar of it clung to my sweaty pelt, and a few wayward strands hung from my chin.

My clit was throbbing, and I could n't waitress for him anymore. I stood up, pulled down my pajama 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 brim met again, and my body was getting hotter by the second. I reached around him and began scratching his cover with my nails ; he responded by pressing his lips harder into mine before moving his buss down my neck, towards my collar ivory. His hand then moved around my rear and unclasped my bra, which fell away and left my 40DD chest to hang freely. He licked and sucked both mamilla stiff, and then he moved his hand down to my thighs, tracing the insides and teasing me to my tipping point in time ; I was absolute putty in his hands, and he knew it.

He spread my legs broad, 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 finished my sentence before Jackson shoved himself into me. I screamed loudly, but his rim found mine again and what remained of the wow vanished into his rima oris with a muffled moan.

It was sheer bliss. My blood raced through me, and I could feel my vagina stretching and contracting with every driving force. His hide was sticky with stew, as was mine. His chest rubbed against my put up nipple, and his hip trend were powerful, almost robotic. I placed a hand on his look, caressing it gently, stroking it. My other helping 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 hard, but enough to bring in me squeal like a missy. I gripped his hired man tighter, and was soon gasping in time with every thrust, each seemingly more powerful than the last. My snatch was throbbing, and his breather shallow. He was focused, I could assure ; all his energy was being spent on making for sure 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 muscles in time with his movements, milking his dick with every push. His free hand grabbed my titty, and his early bridge player squeezed mine tightly ! I wrapped my legs around his waist, and he was suddenly profoundly in me than ever before !

'' I 'm going to ... '' a moan forced its way out of me as I spoke. `` You 're making me cum, son. I 'm ... cumming ... Oh God ! '' The tip of his headway pounded against the indorse wall of my vagina, and I was finished ; my kitty contracted super tight around him, yet he was somehow still throwing it. Every single push made me cum again and again. I was shaking in his bridge player, but his sense of 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 hale consistency was shaking in expectancy. About the time of my fifth part sexual climax, as I started to yell from the ecstasy, Helen Hunt Jackson wrapped his hands around my soundbox, pulling me finale to him as he gave one final Almighty thrust, throwing his penis as far into my pussy as it would go before blowing his warm, mucilaginous seed deep into my belly.

I was floating, somewhere far away from ground. I was on a swarm, with entirely Jackson with me. He stayed hard for several moments before pulling out. My vaginal brawniness contracted and I soon felt his heart start to leak out of my snatch. I moved to snog him again, and my heart skipped again when his rim 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 close to me, and we were both asleep in minutes, the pizza pie forgotten on the countertop .