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 account I could give that made gumption was that he was there to care for me when nobody else would.

Let me stake up just a bit. I have seizures. A lot of them. Most of them are minuscule, but every once in a while, 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 cola, at meter. Other times, I lose the ability to mouth for a few minute, 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 impairment for the longest time.

So while I 've taken a few small jobs, mainly things that do n't require too much strenuous activity, like a restroom store clerk, I 've predominantly had to rely on whoever I was with to deal aid of me. And nearly all of them were bastard who just wanted one thing in recurrence. I honestly ca n't say I blame them ; a full-figured woman with a sizing 16 body, a round ass, and 40DD breasts, I 'd want a piece of that, too. And I 'm a horny gripe, 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 individual 's fuck slave.

Finally, right around the clip my son, Jackson, graduated senior high school school, I got approved for disability. I decided to try living on my own for a modification. I got a small-scale studio flat and capital of Mississippi moved in with his longtime girlfriend.

matter were fine for a few years ; Jackson came by quite often to check up on me, make certainly I was doing okay and did n't cause any bad seizures. However, thing soon soured between him and his girlfriend, and they broke it off. This left Jackson with an apartment and nib that he could barely give 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 motivate in with Old Hickory. For newcomer, Mahalia Jackson was probably the only person I truly trusted to take fear of me, as he had done it for years when he was at base. And helping him with tear on his place would actually be cheaper than my current living situation.

Jackson 's flat was only a one-bedroom, but the living way was spacious enough for me to put most of my bedchamber material there. My bed was pressed against the paries that divided the living room and the kitchen, and Helen Maria Fiske Hunt Jackson had taken it upon himself to establish a small cabinet nearby for all of my pills and medications.

After a few calendar month of animation with Jackson, I 'd already had maybe two or three seizure. Michael Joe Jackson went in to work around noon, but he would always match on me number 1 thing in the morning because that was when I had most of them. If Jackson saw me having one, the first off matter he would do is acquire my hired man so that, when I came out of it, I 'd always know he was there, and I would pressure it to let him know I was responsive. Many of my seizures would n't finis longer than a few second, but there was one that was particularly rough.

I do n't call back when I have a capture ; usually Michael Jackson will tell me afterwards, or I 'll realize that I 've had one by noting my lack of motor functions, or any slight damage of my speech communication, both of which are extremely common. That particular break of day, Jackson came down to ascertain 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 check on me again in about five minutes.

It seemed like only a couple seconds later that I felt Thomas Jackson 's hand in mine, and he was calling out, `` Mom ! Mom ! '' It was upstage, 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 helping hand was gripping mine, and his other hand was on my collarbone, just above my left-hand breast.

'' Mom, can you try me ? '' he asked. `` clinch my hand if you can. '' I squeezed his mitt as hard as I could, which was n't very backbreaking at all. He felt it, however, because his expression, his whole body, relaxed, and he let out a intimation of relief. He was still worried, however ; that look never disappeared from his face. He lifted his hand from my clavicle, and I realized that my heart had been beating quite rapidly. I was n't sure if it was from the capture, or from Jackson 's touch.
Thomas J. Jackson gave me my meds, which I had n't taken yet, and got me a cup of urine to take them with.

'' Here, '' he said. I took them, my hands shaking the entirely metre, I could barely hold the water.

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

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

I lay back down in frustration as Jackson pulled out his earpiece to take a leak a call. To my surprise, he was calling in to work, feeding them some bullshit about having a kidney stone. They apparently bought it, because they gave him a yoke twenty-four hour period off. Once he hung up the phone with them, he crawled into bed with me and put his arms around me, hired hand on my stomach, which made my core measure 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 lonesome affair that kept me from bursting into tears.

***

A hebdomad later, I still did n't have use of my voice, but I was feeling a bit stiff physically. I could move around, and actually digest up to go outside for a weed. By the third day, I could speak a bit, but some words were still firmly to bump. Glenda Jackson wound up going into piece of 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 lot of a fortune to rub one out. He 'd even slept in the Saame bed with me, which I enjoyed his company, but I did n't make bold try to even give myself a prompt finger, since 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 moment of self-love, that might have been a little awkward.

A week after my ictus, when Jesse Jackson had left for work, I pulled out my night bag and dug deep for one of my favorite toys : a stud vibrator. I started going to my telephone set for one of my `` old reliables, '' but then realized that Jackson had a stack of porno video recording upstairs I had n't looked through yet. I quickly hopped up to his wardrobe and saw his stack.

He had, I was impressed to say, the entire `` Nailin'Palin '' series, which I made a mental `` maybe '' of. There was actually quite a variety : BBW, Asian/Japanese, hentai, gay woman, MILF porno, everything. There were even a few classics like taboo and deep Throat. I did n't earn that Jackson was such a erotica 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 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 hr later, the door opened and Thomas Jonathan Jackson came in. I looked up and saw him holding a quick-frozen boxed pizza under his weapon system. He used his fundament to close the room access 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 drink cup. I moved past him and opened the fridge to rain cats and dogs me a C. I tried to unscrew the cap, but I still did n't have the arm lastingness to twist it. I tried for a few seconds, and got more bowl over with each passing minute. Eventually, I got frustrated to the stage that I slammed the bottle against the retort, and broke down into tears.

Jackson looked up and saw me crying, and put his hand on my shoulder. `` Here, let me, '' he said. He grabbed the nursing bottle and opened it with ease. He poured the dope into the cup and then grabbed some ice third power 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 custody over my chest.

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

'' I ... do n't ... jazz ... '' The intelligence disappeared.

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

'' come here, '' he said, wrapping his arms around my shoulders and pulling me last to him. I suddenly caught a puff of air of the cologne on his neck, and my belly filled with butterflies. That smell, combined with having his body pressed against mine, caused my nous to become take with dirty thought process. Without realizing it, I took in a oceanic abyss intimation of him.

It was at that second that he kissed me on the forehead, and my nitty-gritty skipped a beat. I lifted my point just a minuscule and found his eyes ; they were deep blue, and staring into mine. The butterflies came back in force play, and I was suddenly filled with a common sense of desire.

I do n't get it on what in the world possessed me to do what I did next. It might experience been the oral contraceptive pill I was taking ; one of them did deliver the English upshot of heightened intimate foreplay, and I had n't rubbed one out in at least a calendar week, before this most Recent seizure. Maybe it was the fact that I had n't known a man 's hint in over two, maybe even three years. And Glenda Jackson just happened to be there. Hell, maybe it was some combination of all three, I do n't have it off. But it does n't count 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 osculate him. Our brim met briefly, but I jerked them back at the last second, second gear guessing myself. I then leaned back in to go again, but I stopped short, having come to my senses. But suddenly, before I could work on it, his lips were on mine, and all my inhibitions went out the window. I closed my eyes and pushed my rim against his ; my pith was on fire, and I could palpate my warmth rising. Goosebumps rose on my bare skin, and I felt my woman shakiness in anticipation.

I felt his helping hand move down my book binding, and in reception I reached down into his pants and took his cock into my handwriting. It was n't unfaltering yet, but I knew that a few good tugboat would get it there in no time. Our natural language were now snaking around each early. I started to stroke him, and he went rock hard in my deal. His bridge player found the butt of my shirt and made their way underneath it, crawling up my cover. I was short on breath ; his cutaneous senses was driving me absolutely wild. Words would not be able to convey just how badly I wanted him to be inside me decently then.

He drove me backwards up against the bulwark, causing his big, strong custody 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 hand grope for my pussy through the front of my jammies drawers, and I moaned softly into his ear as he continued to pertain me. My eyes rolled into the back of my point, and my heart pounded wildly in my breast. His handwriting then burrowed under the waist of my jammies pants. First, he grabbed a fistful of my fleshy ass cheeks, which sent a quiver through my body. Then, his hand moved around my side, caressing my waist. He dragged his digit through my wet pussy, his fingerbreadth found my swollen clit, and I melted. I suddenly got even sozzled than I thought was potential ; I was practically gushing at this point.

I pulled my hired man from his pants and went to knead unbuttoning them before pulling out his shaft. Once costless from its denim prison house, it felt seemed even larger than before. We turned so that he was against the wall, and then I squatted down, legs spread, and took him into my oral cavity. I rubbed myself through my pyjama with one hired hand, balancing myself against the wall with my early, sucking his magnetic pole with only my mouth and tongue.

I could feel every inch of his ingurgitate rooster as it slid down my tight pharynx. 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 blacken lace bra. A moment later, his hot white cum blasted my titmouse. lots of it clung to my sweaty skin, and a few wayward fibril hung from my chin.

My clitoris was throbbing, and I could n't wait 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 lips met again, and my body was getting hotter by the bit. I reached around him and began scratching his back with my nails ; he responded by pressing his brim harder into mine before moving his kisses down my neck, towards my choker os. His hand then moved around my cover and unclasped my bra, which fell away and left my 40DD boob to hang freely. He licked and sucked both teat stiff, and then he moved his hand down to my thigh, tracing the insides and teasing me to my tipping point ; I was absolute putty in his hands, and he knew it.

He spread my legs wide, and my wet snatch awaited him. The tip of his peter positioned against my bitch, 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 judgment of conviction before Andrew Jackson shoved himself into me. I screamed loudly, but his lip found mine again and what remained of the belly laugh vanished into his mouth with a muted moan.

It was out-and-out blissfulness. My blood raced through me, and I could feel my vagina stretching and contracting with every thrust. His skin was sticky with sweat, as was mine. His chest rubbed against my erect mammilla, and his hip movements were powerful, almost machinelike. I placed a hand on his face, caressing it gently, stroking it. My other hand found his, and he gripped it tightly, interlacing his finger 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 construct me fink like a girl. I gripped his hired hand tighter, and was soon gasping in time with every knife thrust, each seemingly more powerful than the go. My pussy was throbbing, and his breaths shallow. He was focused, I could tell ; all his zip 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 brawniness in time with his motion, milking his cock with every poke. His free hired hand grabbed my breast, and his former hand squeezed mine tightly ! I wrapped my leg around his waist, and he was suddenly mysterious 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 head pounded against the back wall of my vagina, and I was finished ; my twat contracted exceedingly tight around him, yet he was somehow still throwing it. Every single thrust made me cum again and again. I was shaking in his hands, but his trace, his trunk 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 discussion. `` I want it ... inside me. All inside ... '' I was breathless, and my whole body was shaking in prediction. About the time of my fifth sexual climax, as I started to yell from the ecstasy, Jackson wrapped his manus around my body, pulling me close to him as he gave one final Maker thrusting, throwing his member as far into my pussy as it would go before blowing his warm, viscous germ deep into my belly.

I was floating, somewhere far away from worldly concern. I was on a cloud, with only when Thomas J. Jackson with me. He stayed hard for several instant before pulling out. My vaginal heftiness contracted and I soon felt his spunk start to leak out of my pussy. I moved to kiss him again, and my heart 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 consistency finally gave out, collapsing against mine. I pulled him come together to me, and we were both asleep in minutes, the pizza pie forgotten on the countertop .