If you were to ask me today why I fell in love with my son, I could n't even lead off to explain it rationally. The best explanation I could give that made sense was that he was there to deal for me when cypher else would.

Let me back up just a bit. I have raptus. A lot of them. Most of them are diminished, but every once in a piece, 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 Cola, at time. other clip, I lose the ability to verbalize for a few hours, sometimes even up to a day or so. But despite all that, for some cause or another, mostly bureaucratic bullshit, I ca n't get disability for the longest time.

So while I 've taken a few modest jobs, mainly things that do n't call for too much strenuous action, like a convenience store clerk, I 've predominantly had to bank on whoever I was with to take care of me. And nearly all of them were motherfucker who just wanted one thing in return. I honestly ca n't say I blame them ; a full-figured woman with a size 16 body, a stave ass, and 40DD titty, I 'd want a slice of that, too. And I 'm a horny bitch, as well. I masturbate nearly all the fourth dimension, 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, Helen Hunt Jackson, graduated high school, I got approved for disability. I decided to try living on my own for a change. I got a pocket-sized studio flat and Jackson moved in with his longtime girlfriend.

Things were delicately for a few years ; Helen Hunt Jackson came by quite often to check up on me, make sure I was doing okay and did n't feature any bad gaining control. However, things soon soured between him and his girlfriend, and they broke it off. This left Jackson with an apartment and bills 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 move in with Jesse Jackson. For starters, Helen Hunt Jackson was probably the only someone I truly trusted to conduct care of me, as he had done it for eld when he was at household. And helping him with rent on his place would actually be cheaper than my stream living situation.

Jackson 's apartment was only a one-bedroom, but the living elbow room was spacious enough for me to put to the highest degree of my bedroom stuff there. My bed was pressed against the paries that divided the living room and the kitchen, and Jackson had taken it upon himself to install a minuscule cabinet nearby for all of my pills and medications.

After a few month of support with Jackson, I 'd already had maybe two or three capture. Mahalia Jackson went in to act around noon, but he would always watch on me first thing in the daybreak because that was when I had most of them. If capital of Mississippi saw me having one, the initiative thing he would do is read my script so that, when I came out of it, I 'd always know he was there, and I would squeeze it to let him know I was antiphonal. Many of my seizures would n't finish thirster than a few instant, but there was one that was particularly rough.

I do n't remember when I have a seizure ; usually Jackson will tell me afterwards, or I 'll bring in that I 've had one by noting my lack of motor office, or any little impairment of my speech, both of which are extremely vulgar. That particular morning, Jesse Jackson came down to chink on me as pattern, and I 'd informed him that I was n't feeling well. He got me a drink and went back up the stairs, saying he would mark on me again in about five minutes.

It seemed like only a couple seconds later that I felt Helen Hunt Jackson 's hand 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 paw was gripping mine, and his former bridge player was on my clavicle, just above my left breast.

'' Mom, can you hear me ? '' he asked. `` squeeze my hand if you can. '' I squeezed his script as hard as I could, which was n't very operose at all. He felt it, however, because his boldness, his completely organic structure, relaxed, and he let out a breather of relief. He was still worried, however ; that look never disappeared from his nerve. He lifted his helping hand from my collarbone, and I realized that my heart had been beating quite rapidly. I was n't sure if it was from the seizure, or from Jackson 's touch.
Jackson gave me my Master of Education, which I had n't taken yet, and got me a cup of pee to direct them with.

'' Here, '' he said. I took them, my mitt shaking the unit time, I could barely hold the water.

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

'' Yeah, you had another capture, '' he said. I started to ask how foresighted it had been, but again, I could n't form the words. Again, Thomas Jonathan Jackson understood. `` I do n't know how long 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 sound to get 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 duet days off. Once he hung up the phone with them, he crawled into bed with me and put his coat of arms around me, bridge player on my stomach, which made my warmheartedness musical rhythm faster and faster inside my chest.

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

***

A week later, I still did n't have use of my vocalism, but I was feeling a bit substantial physically. I could move around, and actually stand up to go outside for a fume. By the third day, I could talk a bit, but some news were still intemperate to detect. Stonewall Jackson wound up going into employment that day, leaving me by myself in the apartment.
Jackson had n't left my side for more than XXX transactions that week, which meant I had n't had much of a chance to rub one out. He 'd even slept in the same bed with me, which I enjoyed his caller, but I did n't dare try to even give myself a immediate fingerbreadth, since Mahalia Jackson was, I knew, a fall 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 Thomas J. Jackson had left for oeuvre, I pulled out my night bag and dug trench for one of my favorite plaything : a studded vibrator. I started going to my phone for one of my `` old reliables, '' but then realized that Jackson had a mountain of porn video recording upstairs I had n't looked through yet. I quickly hopped up to his closet and saw his stack.

He had, I was strike to say, the intact `` Nailin'Palin '' series, 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 tabu and deep Throat. I did n't clear that Jackson was such a porno cognoscente. I grabbed one of the `` Nailin'Palin '' video recording, 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 Jackson, and I was n't sure why. I tucked my vibrator away, turned off the picture, and rolled over to go to sleep.

A few hours later, the door opened and Stonewall Jackson came in. I looked up and saw him holding a frozen boxed pizza pie under his weapon system. He used his foot 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 potable cup. I moved past him and opened the electric refrigerator to pour me a coke. 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 upset with each passing bit. Eventually, I got frustrated to the full point that I slammed the bottle against the counter, and broke down into tears.

Jackson looked up and saw me crying, and put his hand on my shoulder joint. `` Here, let me, '' he said. He grabbed the nursing bottle and opened it with ease. He poured the colon 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 manus on my chin and lifting my head to take care at him. `` You 're going to be all right, '' he assured me.

'' I ... do n't ... know ... '' The give-and-take disappeared.

'' I do know that, '' he said. `` You 've always come back before, and this time is no unlike. '' His hand touched my buttock and, he wiped away my bout with his thumb. 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 tightlipped to him. I suddenly caught a whiff of the Koln on his neck opening, and my stomach filled with butterflies. That smell, combined with having his body pressed against mine, caused my head to become filled with bemire thoughts. Without realizing it, I took in a deep breath of him.

It was at that instant that he kissed me on the brow, and my heart skipped a musical rhythm. I lifted my headspring just a little and found his eyes ; they were deep blue, and staring into mine. The butterflies came back in force, and I was suddenly filled with a sense of desire.

I do n't know what in the world possessed me to do what I did next. It might have been the lozenge I was taking ; one of them did have the English consequence of heightened sexual rousing, and I had n't rubbed one out in at to the lowest degree a week, before this most recent seizure. Maybe it was the fact that I had n't known a man 's feeling in over two, maybe even three class. And capital of Mississippi just happened to be there. Hell, maybe it was some combination 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 snog him. Our lips met briefly, but I jerked them back at the cobbler's last 2d, 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 process it, his lips were on mine, and all my forbiddance went out the window. I closed my centre and pushed my lips against his ; my nerve was on fire, and I could sense my passion rising. goose skin rose on my bare cutis, and I felt my womanhood thrill in anticipation.

I felt his hands move down my vertebral column, and in response I reached down into his pants and took his dick into my hired man. It was n't stiff yet, but I knew that a few good towboat would get it there in no clock time. Our tongue were now snaking around each other. I started to stroke him, and he went rock hard in my helping hand. His hands found the bottom of my shirt and made their way underneath it, crawling up my back. I was unforesightful on breathing space ; his touch was driving me absolutely wild. Words 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 script to dig into my back, turning me on even more. He dragged his nails down my spine, and a soft moan escaped my sassing, 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 kitty-cat through the social movement 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 affectionateness pounded wildly in my chest. His hands then burrowed under the waist of my pj's pants. First, he grabbed a handful of my fleshy ass brass, which sent a shiver through my torso. Then, his handwriting moved around my side of meat, caressing my shank. He dragged his finger through my wet kitty-cat, his finger found my swollen button, and I melted. I suddenly got even blind drunk than I thought was potential ; I was practically gushing at this point.

I pulled my hand from his knickers and went to ferment unbuttoning them before pulling out his cock. Once free from its denim prison house, it felt seemed even larger than before. We turned so that he was against the paries, and then I squatted down, peg spread, and took him into my mouth. I rubbed myself through my pajama with one hand, balancing myself against the wall with my other, sucking his pole with only if my rima oris and tongue.

I could sense every inch of his engorged shaft 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 pulse, preparing to cum. I pulled him out and quickly ripped off my shirt, exposing my disastrous lace bra. A consequence later, his hot Edward D. White cum blasted my tits. Gobs of it clung to my sweaty skin, and a few wayward filament hung from my chin.

My clit was throbbing, and I could n't wait 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 lips met again, and my body was getting hotter by the second. I reached around him and began scratching his back with my nails ; he responded by pressing his rim harder into mine before moving his candy kiss down my neck, towards my collar bone. His hand then moved around my spinal column and unclasped my bra, which fell away and left my 40DD breasts to hang freely. He licked and sucked both mamilla stiff, and then he moved his manus down to my thighs, tracing the insides and teasing me to my tipping point ; I was right-down 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 pussy, 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 Michael Jackson shoved himself into me. I screamed loudly, but his lips found mine again and what remained of the sidesplitter vanished into his mouth with a muffled moan.

It was absolute bliss. My blood raced through me, and I could feel my vagina stretching and contracting with every jabbing. His cutis was gluey with sweat, as was mine. His chest rubbed against my raise tit, and his hip movements were powerful, almost robotlike. I placed a hand on his face, caressing it gently, stroking it. My early bridge player 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 make me squeal like a girl. I gripped his hand tighter, and was soon gasping in time with every jabbing, each seemingly more mightily than the go. My pussy was throbbing, and his breathing spell shallow. He was focused, I could tell ; all his vim 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 heftiness in sentence with his social movement, milking his cock with every thrust. His gratis hand grabbed my bosom, and his early paw squeezed mine tightly ! I wrapped my legs around his waist, and he was suddenly abstruse 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 psyche pounded against the rear wall of my vagina, and I was finished ; my twat contracted super tight around him, yet he was somehow still throwing it. Every single thrust made me cum again and again. I was shaking in his men, but his touching, 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 speech. `` I want it ... inside me. All inside ... '' I was breathless, and my whole body was shaking in prediction. About the time of my 5th sexual climax, as I started to scream from the ecstasy, Jackson wrapped his hands around my body, pulling me nigh to him as he gave one final examination God Almighty thrust, throwing his member as far into my pussy 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 if Jackson with me. He stayed hard for several moments before pulling out. My vaginal muscle contracted and I soon felt his mettle 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 eubstance finally gave out, collapsing against mine. I pulled him shut down to me, and we were both asleep in minutes, the pizza forgotten on the countertop .