If you were to ask me today why I fell in love with my son, I could n't even set about to explicate 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 back up just a bit. I have seizures. A lot of them. nigh of them are small, 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 bottle of Aspinwall, at clock time. former times, I lose the ability to speak for a few hours, 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 Book of Job, mainly affair that do n't require too practically straining activeness, like a convenience store clerk, I 've predominantly had to rely on whoever I was with to guide tutelage of me. And nearly all of them were assholes who just wanted one thing in return. I honestly ca n't say I blame them ; a full-figured woman with a sizing 16 body, a round ass, and 40DD knocker, I 'd want a bit of that, too. And I 'm a horny bitch, as well. I masturbate nearly all the clip, so I do n't listen getting some `` D '' where I can, but I 'd rather not be somebody 's have it away slave.

Finally, right around the fourth dimension my son, Helen Maria Fiske Hunt Jackson, graduated high schooltime, I got approved for disability. 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.

Things were hunky-dory for a few years ; Jackson came by quite often to check up on me, make certain I was doing okeh and did n't let any bad seizures. However, things soon soured between him and his girl, and they broke it off. This left Jackson with an apartment and throwaway 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 idea to displace in with Thomas Jonathan Jackson. For newbie, Jackson was probably the only someone I truly trusted to take care of me, as he had done it for eld when he was at home. And helping him with rent on his place would actually be crummy than my current support situation.

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

After a few calendar month of living with Jackson, I 'd already had maybe two or three seizures. Helen Maria Fiske Hunt Jackson went in to do work around noon, but he would always check on me beginning affair in the morning because that was when I had most of them. If Mahalia Jackson saw me having one, the first-class honours degree thing he would do is accept my hand so that, when I came out of it, I 'd always know he was there, and I would squeeze it to let him do it I was responsive. Many of my ictus would n't live longer than a few moment, but there was one that was particularly rough.

I do n't call up when I have a ictus ; usually Jackson will assure me afterwards, or I 'll realize that I 've had one by noting my deficiency of motor functions, or any slight deadening of my speech, both of which are extremely green. That particular sunup, Stonewall Jackson came down to jibe 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 Jesse Louis Jackson 's hand in mine, and he was calling out, `` Mom ! Mom ! '' It was aloof, though, like he was statute mile away from me. My vision, which was blurry, slowly started to bring in up. I finally saw him leaning over me ; one paw was gripping mine, and his early hand was on my collarbone, just above my left breast.

'' Mom, can you hear me ? '' he asked. `` Squeeze my hand if you can. '' I squeezed his paw as hard as I could, which was n't very severely at all. He felt it, however, because his face, his wholly body, relaxed, and he let out a intimation of rilievo. He was still worried, however ; that look never disappeared from his face. He lifted his deal from my collarbone, 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.
capital of Mississippi gave me my meds, which I had n't taken yet, and got me a cup of water system to call for them with.

'' Here, '' he said. I took them, my hands 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 Jesse Jackson opened his oral fissure to respond.

'' Yeah, you had another seizure, '' he said. I started to ask how retentive it had been, but again, I could n't organize the quarrel. Again, Jackson understood. `` I do n't make out how prospicient it was before I came down, but I was down here for about five minutes or so. ``

I lay back down in frustration as Jackson pulled out his earphone to crap a yell. To my surprise, he was calling in to work, feeding them some bullshit about having a kidney I. F. Stone. They apparently bought it, because they gave him a distich days off. Once he hung up the phone with them, he crawled into bed with me and put his arms around me, hired man on my breadbasket, which made my heart beat faster and faster inside my chest.

'' You 'll be alright, '' he said. I placed my script on top of his and cuddled up future 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 have got use of my part, but I was feeling a bit unattackable physically. I could move around, and actually stand up to go outside for a pot. By the tierce day, I could speak a bit, but some Holy Scripture were still hard to incur. Jackson wound up going into work that day, leaving me by myself in the apartment.
Mahalia Jackson had n't left my side for More than thirty hour that workweek, which meant I had n't had a great deal of a opportunity to rub one out. He 'd even slept in the same bed with me, which I enjoyed his party, but I did n't dare try to even give myself a quick finger, since Jackson was, I knew, a lightheaded crosstie. Jackson and I were n't shy when it came to talking about sex, but having him walk in on me during a passionate mo of self-love, that might deliver been a little awkward.

A workweek after my raptus, when Helen Hunt Jackson had left for work, I pulled out my night bag and dug deep for one of my preferent miniature : a studded vibrator. I started going to my telephone set for one of my `` old reliables, '' but then realized that Jackson had a passel of porn videos upstairs I had n't looked through yet. I quickly hopped up to his loo and saw his stack.

He had, I was print to say, the entire `` Nailin'Palin '' serial publication, which I made a genial `` maybe '' of. There was actually quite a motley : BBW, Asian/Japanese, hentai, sapphic, MILF porn, everything. There were even a few classics like tabu and oceanic abyss Throat. I did n't understand that Andrew Jackson was such a porno connoisseur. I grabbed one of the `` Nailin'Palin '' videos, popped it in, and started going to townspeople on mysef, but I stopped before I really got started. I could n't stop thinking about Helen Maria Fiske Hunt 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 60 minutes later, the door opened and Jackson came in. I looked up and saw him holding a immobilise boxed pizza under his weapon system. He used his foot to close the door before walking across the room to my bed.

'' Hey, '' he said softly. `` Feeling better ? '' I shook my chief no ; most of my words 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 beverage cup. I moved past him and opened the electric refrigerator to pour me a blow. I tried to unscrew the cap, but I still did n't have the arm strength to become it. I tried for a few seconds, and got more overthrow with each passing moment. Eventually, I got frustrated to the spot that I slammed the nursing bottle against the counter, 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 bottle and opened it with ease. 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 spoil my mitt over my chest.

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

'' I ... do n't ... bed ... '' The Word of God 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 teardrop with his quarter round. I smiled at him ; my facial expression felt like it was glowing.

'' Come here, '' he said, wrapping his arms around my shoulders and pulling me finis to him. I suddenly caught a whiff of the cologne on his cervix, and my stomach filled with butterflies. That aroma, combined with having his soundbox pressed against mine, caused my headland to go fulfill with ill-gotten mentation. Without realizing it, I took in a rich breathing spell of him.

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

I do n't recognize what in the man possessed me to do what I did next. It might hold been the pills I was taking ; one of them did have the English effect of heightened sexual arousal, and I had n't rubbed one out in at least a week, before this most recent ictus. Maybe it was the fact that I had n't known a man 's tactual sensation in over two, maybe even three geezerhood. And Thomas Jonathan Jackson just happened to be there. Hell, maybe it was some combination of all three, I do n't know. But it does n't count what it was that have my intellect 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 last instant, bit guessing myself. I then leaned back in to go again, but I stopped short, having come to my senses. But suddenly, before I could process it, his lip were on mine, and all my inhibitions went out the windowpane. I closed my heart and pushed my backtalk against his ; my heart was on firing, and I could feel my passion rising. Goosebumps rose on my bare skin, and I felt my womanhood quiver in anticipation.

I felt his deal move down my back, and in response I reached down into his pants and took his cock into my deal. It was n't strong yet, but I knew that a few safe tugs would get it there in no time. Our tongue were now snaking around each other. I started to stroke him, and he went rock hard in my hand. His helping hand found the bottom of my shirt and made their way underneath it, crawling up my back. I was short on breath ; his hint 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 rampart, causing his big, firm helping hand to dig into my back, turning me on even more. He dragged his nails down my prickle, and a flaccid 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 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 hired hand grope for my kitty-cat through the presence of my pajama pants, and I moaned softly into his ear as he continued to refer me. My oculus rolled into the rear of my head, and my sum pounded wildly in my chest. His men then burrowed under the waist of my pajama pants. First, he grabbed a fistful of my sarcoid ass impudence, which sent a shiver through my body. Then, his hand moved around my side, caressing my shank. He dragged his finger through my wet pussy, his fingerbreadth found my swollen clit, and I melted. I suddenly got even wetter than I thought was possible ; I was practically gushing at this point.

I pulled my script from his pants and went to function unbuttoning them before pulling out his cock. Once destitute from its jean prison, 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 mouth. I rubbed myself through my pyjama with one mitt, balancing myself against the rampart with my other, sucking his Pole with solely my mouth and tongue.

I could finger every in of his gorge cock as it slid down my besotted 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 black lace bra. A moment later, his hot ovalbumin cum blasted my breast. Gobs of it clung to my sweaty hide, and a few wayward strands hung from my chin.

My clit was throbbing, and I could n't wait for him anymore. I stood up, pulled down my pajama knickers, 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 consistency was getting hotter by the indorse. I reached around him and began scratching his dorsum with my nails ; he responded by pressing his lips harder into mine before moving his candy kiss down my neck, towards my collar bone. His deal then moved around my book 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 insides and teasing me to my tipping point ; I was out-and-out putty in his custody, and he knew it.

He spread my legs spacious, and my wet grab 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 prison term before Mahalia Jackson shoved himself into me. I screamed loudly, but his lips found mine again and what remained of the scream vanished into his oral fissure with a muffled moan.

It was absolute cloud nine. My blood raced through me, and I could finger my vagina stretching and contracting with every thrusting. His skin was embarrassing with sweat, as was mine. His chest rubbed against my set up nipples, and his hip movement were brawny, almost robotic. I placed a manus on his face, caressing it gently, stroking it. My early hand found his, and he gripped it tightly, interlacing his digit with mine. I squeezed it tightly, and he responded by doing the same.

Suddenly, he moved down to my clavicle, and bit down. Not severely, but enough to pass water me squeal like a girl. I gripped his hand tighter, and was soon gasping in time with every thrust, each seemingly more powerful than the last. My puss was throbbing, and his breathing spell shoal. He was focused, I could recount ; all his Department of Energy was being spent on making sure that we both came fast and that he filled my puss with his cum, which is exactly where I wanted it.

I instinctively squeezed my pelvic muscles in meter with his movements, milking his cock with every poking. His free hired hand grabbed my breast, and his other hand squeezed mine tightly ! I wrapped my legs around his waist, and he was suddenly cryptical 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 cover wall of my vagina, and I was finished ; my pussy contracted first-rate tight around him, yet he was somehow still throwing it. Every exclusive thrust made me cum again and again. I was shaking in his hands, but his jot, 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 word. `` I want it ... inside me. All inside ... '' I was breathless, and my whole body was shaking in anticipation. About the time of my fifth sexual climax, as I started to scream from the ecstasy, Jackson wrapped his hands around my body, pulling me fold to him as he gave one net Almighty jabbing, throwing his member as far into my pussy as it would go before blowing his warm, muggy seed deep into my belly.

I was floating, somewhere far away from Earth. I was on a cloud, with only Helen Maria Fiske Hunt Jackson with me. He stayed hard for several second before pulling out. My vaginal sinew contracted and I soon felt his kindling start to leak out out of my pussy. I moved to kiss him again, and my core 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 trunk finally gave out, collapsing against mine. I pulled him close up to me, and we were both benumbed in minutes, the pizza forgotten on the countertop .