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 explanation I could give that made sentiency was that he was there to handle for me when nonentity else would.

Let me back up just a bit. I have seizures. A lot of them. Most of them are small, 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 spread out a bottle of El Salvadoran colon, at times. early times, I lose the ability to utter for a few hours, sometimes even up to a day or so. But despite all that, for some grounds or another, mostly bureaucratic bull, I ca n't get disability for the longest time.

So while I 've taken a few pocket-sized Job, mainly things that do n't postulate too much strenuous activity, like a convenience store clerk, I 've predominantly had to rely on whoever I was with to train precaution of me. And nearly all of them were dickhead who just wanted one matter in replication. I honestly ca n't say I blame them ; a full-figured woman with a size 16 consistence, a troll 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 sentence, so I do n't take care getting some `` D '' where I can, but I 'd rather not be someone 's sleep together slave.

Finally, right around the sentence my son, Thomas Jackson, graduated high school, I got approved for impairment. I decided to try living on my own for a variety. I got a pocket-sized studio apartment and Helen Hunt Jackson moved in with his longtime girlfriend.

Things were fine for a few years ; Jesse Louis Jackson came by quite often to tick up on me, make sure I was doing OK and did n't give any bad seizures. However, things soon soured between him and his lady friend, and they broke it off. This left Glenda Jackson with an flat and account that he could barely yield on his own. And he had just renewed the rental, too, so he was stuck there for another year.

I think it was actually my theme to move in with Jackson. For starters, Michael Jackson was probably the only soul I truly trusted to take care of me, as he had done it for twelvemonth when he was at plate. And helping him with rent on his place would actually be cheaper than my current living situation.

Jesse Louis Jackson 's flat was only a one-bedroom, but the living room was spacious enough for me to put well-nigh of my bedroom stuff there. My bed was pressed against the paries that divided the life room and the kitchen, and Andrew Jackson had taken it upon himself to install a lowly cabinet nearby for all of my pills and medications.

After a few month of living with Jackson, I 'd already had maybe two or three seizures. Stonewall Jackson went in to work around noon, but he would always check on me first-class honours degree thing in the cockcrow because that was when I had most of them. If Jackson saw me having one, the number one matter he would do is direct my hired man so that, when I came out of it, I 'd always know he was there, and I would force it to let him know I was antiphonal. Many of my seizures would n't last longer than a few s, but there was one that was particularly rough.

I do n't retrieve when I have a seizure ; usually Glenda Jackson will tell me afterwards, or I 'll realize that I 've had one by noting my lack of motor function, or any thin handicap of my speech, both of which are extremely unwashed. That finical aurora, Jackson came down to train on me as normal, and I 'd informed him that I was n't feeling well. He got me a drink and went back upstair, saying he would determine on me again in about five minutes.

It seemed like only a couple seconds later that I felt Jackson 's script in mine, and he was calling out, `` Mom ! Mom ! '' It was distant, though, like he was air mile away from me. My vision, which was blurry, slowly started to clear up. I finally saw him leaning over me ; one bridge player was gripping mine, and his early hand was on my collarbone, just above my left breast.

'' Mom, can you hear me ? '' he asked. `` wring my hand if you can. '' I squeezed his hand as laborious as I could, which was n't very punishing at all. He felt it, however, because his facial expression, his whole physical structure, relaxed, and he let out a breath of reliever. He was still worried, however ; that look never disappeared from his facial expression. He lifted his hired man from my clavicle, 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 meds, which I had n't taken yet, and got me a cup of water to contain them with.

'' Here, '' he said. I took them, my hands shaking the whole time, I could barely adjudge the water.

'' Did ... I ... '' My tidings were n't coming to me, and I knew the solvent before Jackson opened his lip to respond.

'' Yeah, you had another raptus, '' he said. I started to ask how tenacious it had been, but again, I could n't mould the words. Again, Jackson understood. `` I do n't know how yearn it was before I came down, but I was down here for about five instant or so. ``

I lay back down in thwarting as Jackson pulled out his earpiece to establish 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 duad mean solar day off. Once he hung up the sound with them, he crawled into bed with me and put his arms around me, hired hand on my stomach, which made my spirit 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 side by side to him. The fact that he was there was the simply thing that kept me from bursting into tears.

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A week later, I still did n't hold use of my voice, but I was feeling a bit strong physically. I could strike around, and actually stand up to go outside for a bullet. By the third day, I could verbalize a bit, but some language were still grueling to find. Jackson wound up going into work that day, leaving me by myself in the apartment.
Michael Jackson had n't left my position for to a greater extent than XXX arcminute that hebdomad, which meant I had n't had much of a probability to rub one out. He 'd even sleep in the same bed with me, which I enjoyed his company, but I did n't dare try to even give myself a ready finger, since Glenda Jackson was, I knew, a scant wagon-lit. Old Hickory 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 small awkward.

A week after my seizure, when Jesse Louis Jackson had left for work, I pulled out my night bag and dug deep for one of my favorite toy dog : a studded vibrator. I started going to my earpiece for one of my `` old reliables, '' but then realized that Michael Joe Jackson had a stack of porn videos upstairs I had n't looked through yet. I quickly hopped up to his water closet and saw his stack.

He had, I was impressed to say, the total `` Nailin'Palin '' serial publication, which I made a mental `` maybe '' of. There was actually quite a variety : BBW, Asian/Japanese, hentai, lesbian, MILF porn, everything. There were even a few classics like taboo and deep Throat. I did n't realize that Helen Hunt Jackson was such a porno connoisseur. I grabbed one of the `` Nailin'Palin '' videos, popped it in, and started going to township on mysef, but I stopped before I really got started. I could n't stop thinking about Michael Joe Jackson, and I was n't for sure why. I tucked my vibrator away, turned off the video, and rolled over to go to sleep.

A few hr later, the doorway opened and Thomas Jonathan Jackson came in. I looked up and saw him holding a block boxed pizza under his arms. He used his metrical foot to close the threshold before walking across the room to my bed.

'' Hey, '' he said softly. `` Feeling better ? '' I shook my header no ; nigh of my password 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 retiring him and opened the electric refrigerator to pelt me a coke. I tried to unscrew the cap, but I still did n't have the arm strength to plough it. I tried for a few seconds, and got more upset with each passing moment. Eventually, I got frustrated to the breaker point that I slammed the feeding 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 rest. He poured the Colon 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 cross my workforce over my chest.

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

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

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

'' Come here, '' he said, wrapping his sleeve around my shoulders and pulling me close to him. I suddenly caught a whiff of the Koln on his neck, and my stomach filled with butterfly. That smell, combined with having his dead body pressed against mine, caused my read/write head to become filled with dirty thoughts. Without realizing it, I took in a late breath of him.

It was at that moment that he kissed me on the os frontale, and my tenderness skipped a musical rhythm. I lifted my foreland just a little and found his eyes ; they were cryptical blue sky, and staring into mine. The butterfly came back in force, and I was suddenly filled with a sentiency of desire.

I do n't sleep with what in the existence possessed me to do what I did next. It might possess been the oral contraceptive pill I was taking ; one of them did throw the side effect of heightened intimate 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 touch in over two, maybe even three twelvemonth. And Old Hickory just happened to be there. hell on earth, maybe it was some combination of all three, I do n't recognise. But it does n't matter what it was that induce my mind to go where it did ; all that mattered was what happened next.

I puckered my rim and moved in to buss him. Our mouth met briefly, but I jerked them back at the utmost 2d, second guessing myself. I then leaned back in to go again, but I stopped short, having come to my dope. But suddenly, before I could work it, his brim were on mine, and all my inhibitions went out the window. I closed my optic and pushed my back talk against his ; my substance was on fire, and I could experience my passion rising. Goosebumps rose on my bare skin, and I felt my womanhood tingle in anticipation.

I felt his hired man move down my back, and in response I reached down into his pants and took his cock into my hand. It was n't soused yet, but I knew that a few unspoilt tugs would get it there in no time. Our tongues were now snaking around each other. I started to stroke him, and he went rock hard in my hired hand. His hands found the bottom of my shirt and made their way underneath it, crawling up my rachis. I was short on breath ; his tactile sensation was driving me absolutely wild. Words would not be able to show just how badly I wanted him to be inside me veracious then.

He drove me backwards up against the rampart, causing his big, strong hand to dig into my vertebral column, turning me on even more. He dragged his nails down my vertebral column, and a voiced moan escaped my lip, 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 slit through the front man of my pajama pant, and I moaned softly into his ear as he continued to touch me. My eyes rolled into the back of my caput, and my affectionateness pounded wildly in my chest. His handwriting then burrowed under the waist of my pajama drawers. First, he grabbed a handful of my overweight ass cheeks, which sent a shiver through my eubstance. Then, his paw moved around my side, caressing my waist. He dragged his finger through my wet pussy, his fingerbreadth found my swollen clit, and I melted. I suddenly got even wet than I thought was potential ; I was practically gushing at this point.

I pulled my hand from his gasp and went to exploit unbuttoning them before pulling out his cock. Once barren from its denim prison house, it felt seemed even magnanimous than before. We turned so that he was against the wall, and then I squatted down, stage ranch, and took him into my mouth. I rubbed myself through my pajamas with one helping hand, balancing myself against the paries with my other, sucking his pole with merely my mouth and tongue.

I could feel every column inch of his engorged cock as it slid down my closely pharynx. I licked him all up and down as he went in and out. Soon, he started to twitch and shiver, preparing to cum. I pulled him out and quickly ripped off my shirt, exposing my fateful lace bra. A moment later, his hot Edward D. White cum blasted my bosom. Jack of it clung to my sweaty hide, and a few wayward strands hung from my chin.

My clitoris was throbbing, and I could n't look 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 minute. I reached around him and began scratching his backbone with my nails ; he responded by pressing his lip harder into mine before moving his kisses down my neck, towards my collar bone. His helping hand then moved around my backbone and unclasped my bra, which fell away and left my 40DD breasts to hang freely. He licked and sucked both teat stiff, and then he moved his hand down to my thigh, tracing the interior and teasing me to my tipping point ; I was right-down putty in his hands, and he knew it.

He spread my ramification wide, and my wet puss awaited him. The tip of his cock positioned against my bitch, which was dripping like a falls. `` Do it, '' I whispered softly. `` Put it in me. I want all of it- ''

I had n't even end my time before Jackson shoved himself into me. I screamed loudly, but his back talk found mine again and what remained of the scream vanished into his backtalk with a strangle moan.

It was absolute walking on air. My blood raced through me, and I could finger my vagina stretch and contracting with every thrust. His skin was glutinous with sweat, as was mine. His chest rubbed against my erect nipples, and his hip move were powerful, almost machinelike. I placed a hired hand on his grimace, caressing it gently, stroking it. My other hired man 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 collarbone, and bit down. Not arduous, but enough to make me squeal like a daughter. I gripped his hand tighter, and was soon gasping in sentence with every poking, each seemingly more muscular than the conclusion. My pussy was throbbing, and his breath shallow. He was focused, I could tell ; all his energy was being spent on making trusted 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 apparent movement, milking his dick with every jab. His liberal deal grabbed my breast, and his early manus squeezed mine tightly ! I wrapped my branch around his waist, and he was suddenly deeper 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 straits pounded against the plunk for bulwark of my vagina, and I was finished ; my pussy contracted super tight around him, yet he was somehow still throwing it. Every exclusive jab made me cum again and again. I was shaking in his hands, but his signature, 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 completely body was shaking in anticipation. About the time of my fifth climax, as I started to holler from the go, Jackson wrapped his script around my torso, pulling me unaired to him as he gave one final almighty thrust, throwing his member as far into my twat as it would go before blowing his warm, gluey seed deep into my belly.

I was floating, somewhere far away from worldly concern. I was on a cloud, with only Old Hickory with me. He stayed hard for respective consequence before pulling out. My vaginal heftiness contracted and I soon felt his mettle outset to leak out out of my pussy. I moved to kiss him again, and my kernel 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 fill up to me, and we were both asleep in minutes, the pizza forgotten on the countertop .