If you were to ask me today why I fell in dearest with my son, I could n't even begin to explicate it rationally. The best explanation I could give that made common sense was that he was there to care for me when cipher 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 while, I 'll get one that 's so bad that it knocks out my motor functions for a patch ; I ca n't even open a bottle of cola, at metre. early multiplication, 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 little task, mainly things that do n't call for too often strenuous natural action, like a widget store clerk, I 've predominantly had to bank on whoever I was with to take care of me. And nearly all of them were assholes who just wanted one matter in income tax return. I honestly ca n't say I blame them ; a full-figured woman with a size 16 body, a beat ass, and 40DD boob, I 'd desire a musical composition of that, too. And I 'm a horny bitch, 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 someone 's fuck slave.

Finally, right around the prison term my son, Mahalia Jackson, graduated high shoal, I got approved for disablement. I decided to try living on my own for a change. I got a minor studio apartment apartment and capital of Mississippi moved in with his longtime girlfriend.

Things were o.k. for a few year ; Jackson came by quite often to check up on me, make sure I was doing okay and did n't have any bad capture. However, affair soon soured between him and his lady friend, and they broke it off. This left Jackson with an apartment and bills that he could barely open 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 Jackson. For starters, Jackson was probably the merely person I truly trusted to take care of me, as he had done it for years when he was at home. And helping him with snag on his place would actually be cheap than my flow living situation.

Jesse Jackson 's flat was only a one-bedroom, but the living room was spacious enough for me to put most of my sleeping accommodation stuff there. My bed was pressed against the wall that divided the living way and the kitchen, and Jackson had taken it upon himself to install a small cabinet nearby for all of my anovulant and medications.

After a few months of living with Jackson, I 'd already had maybe two or three seizures. Jackson went in to work around noon, but he would always check into on me first thing in the morning because that was when I had to the highest degree of them. If Old Hickory saw me having one, the first thing he would do is take my hired man so that, when I came out of it, I 'd always know he was there, and I would squeeze it to let him lie with I was responsive. Many of my gaining control would n't terminal longer than a few s, but there was one that was particularly rough.

I do n't retrieve when I have a seizure ; usually Jackson will say me afterwards, or I 'll agnize that I 've had one by noting my lack of motor procedure, or any slight deadening of my speech, both of which are extremely common. That particular cockcrow, Jackson came down to look into on me as normal, and I 'd informed him that I was n't feeling well. He got me a swallow and went back upstairs, saying he would moderate on me again in about five minutes.

It seemed like only a duad seconds later that I felt Helen Maria Fiske Hunt Jackson 's hand in mine, and he was calling out, `` Mom ! Mom ! '' It was aloof, though, like he was international mile away from me. My visual sense, which was blurry, slowly started to clear up. I finally saw him leaning over me ; one bridge player was gripping mine, and his other hand was on my clavicle, just above my leftover breast.

'' Mom, can you hear me ? '' he asked. `` Squeeze my hand if you can. '' I squeezed his hand as intemperate as I could, which was n't very difficult at all. He felt it, however, because his fount, his whole body, relaxed, and he let out a breathing spell of relief. He was still worried, however ; that look never disappeared from his expression. He lifted his paw from my collarbone, and I realized that my heart had been beating quite rapidly. I was n't sure enough 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 water to take them with.

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

'' Did ... I ... '' My parole were n't coming to me, and I knew the answer before 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 form the word of honor. Again, Old Hickory understood. `` I do n't hump how long it was before I came down, but I was down here for about five proceedings or so. ``

I lay back down in frustration as Jackson pulled out his telephone to attain a call. To my surprise, he was calling in to work, feeding them some bullshit about having a kidney Lucy Stone. 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 blazon around me, hand on my stomach, which made my nub musical rhythm 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 solely thing that kept me from bursting into tears.

***

A calendar week later, I still did n't birth use of my representative, but I was feeling a bit inviolable physically. I could make a motion around, and actually stand up to go outside for a grass. By the third day, I could speak a bit, but some news were still hard to find out. Michael Joe Jackson wound up going into workplace that day, leaving me by myself in the apartment.
Jackson had n't left my side for Thomas More than thirty minute that workweek, which meant I had n't had much of a chance to rub one out. He 'd even log Z's in the Lapp bed with me, which I enjoyed his companionship, but I did n't dare try to even give myself a quick finger, since Michael 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 minute of self-love, that might take in been a little awkward.

A calendar week after my seizure, when Andrew Jackson had left for work, 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 Michael Joe Jackson had a push-down list of porn TV upstairs I had n't looked through yet. I quickly hopped up to his loo and saw his stack.

He had, I was move to say, the entire `` 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 substantiate that Jackson was such a porno 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 intercept thinking about Stonewall 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 hours later, the threshold opened and Jackson came in. I looked up and saw him holding a rooted boxed pizza pie under his munition. He used his foot to fold the threshold 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 ... variety ... ? '' 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 in cup. I moved past him and opened the fridge to pour me a coke. I tried to unscrew the cap, but I still did n't have the arm persuasiveness to turn it. I tried for a few seconds, and got more disquieted with each passing moment. Eventually, I got frustrated to the tip that I slammed the bottleful 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 simplicity. 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 frustrate my hired man over my chest.

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

'' I ... do n't ... eff ... '' The discussion disappeared.

'' I do recognize that, '' he said. `` You 've always come back before, and this clip is no different. '' His hired hand touched my impudence and, he wiped away my tear with his thumb. I smiled at him ; my boldness felt like it was glowing.

'' Come here, '' he said, wrapping his arm around my berm and pulling me close to him. I suddenly caught a whiff of the cologne on his neck, and my stomach filled with butterfly stroke. That smell, combined with having his body pressed against mine, caused my promontory to become filled with dirty intellection. Without realizing it, I took in a deep breath of him.

It was at that present moment that he kissed me on the forehead, and my nub skipped a beat. I lifted my head just a piddling and found his eyes ; they were thick blue angel, and staring into mine. The butterfly stroke came back in forcefulness, and I was suddenly filled with a mother wit of desire.

I do n't know what in the world possessed me to do what I did next. It might have been the pill I was taking ; one of them did have the side of meat essence of heightened sexual foreplay, 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 skin senses in over two, maybe even three geezerhood. And Helen Maria Fiske Hunt Jackson just happened to be there. Hell, maybe it was some combination of all three, I do n't cognise. 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 sassing and moved in to kiss him. Our sass met briefly, but I jerked them back at the last-place 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 process it, his sassing were on mine, and all my suppression went out the window. I closed my eyes and pushed my mouth against his ; my heart was on fire, and I could feel my mania rising. Goosebumps rose on my bare skin, and I felt my womanhood quiver in anticipation.

I felt his hands move down my back, and in response I reached down into his pants and took his peter into my hand. It was n't stiff yet, but I knew that a few sound towboat 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 hand. His hands found the bottom of my shirt and made their way underneath it, crawling up my back. I was short on breath ; his pinch was driving me absolutely wild. tidings 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, firm hands to dig into my back, turning me on even more. He dragged his nails down my vertebral column, and a subdued moan escaped my back talk, 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 hired man grope for my pussy through the presence of my pyjama gasp, and I moaned softly into his ear as he continued to touch me. My eyes rolled into the rachis of my head, and my nitty-gritty pounded wildly in my chest. His handwriting then burrowed under the waist of my pyjama pants. First, he grabbed a handful of my sarcoid ass cheeks, which sent a shiver through my body. Then, his hand moved around my side of meat, caressing my waist. He dragged his finger through my wet slit, his finger found my tumesce clit, and I melted. I suddenly got even stiff than I thought was possible ; I was practically gushing at this point.

I pulled my deal from his bloomers and went to run unbuttoning them before pulling out his shaft. Once absolve from its dungaree prison, it felt seemed even great than before. We turned so that he was against the rampart, and then I squatted down, leg spread, and took him into my mouth. I rubbed myself through my pajamas with one hand, balancing myself against the rampart with my other, sucking his pole with only my sassing and tongue.

I could feel every column inch of his congested 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 tweet and throb, preparing to cum. I pulled him out and quickly ripped off my shirt, exposing my pitch-dark lacing bra. A second later, his hot lily-white cum blasted my tits. Gobs of it clung to my sweaty peel, and a few wayward strands hung from my chin.

My clit was throbbing, and I could n't expect 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 trunk was getting hotter by the second. I reached around him and began scratching his binding with my nails ; he responded by pressing his lip harder into mine before moving his kisses down my neck opening, towards my collar bone. His hand then moved around my binding and unclasped my bra, which fell away and left my 40DD knocker to cling freely. He licked and sucked both nipples stiff, and then he moved his hand down to my thighs, tracing the inside and teasing me to my tipping compass point ; I was absolute putty in his handwriting, and he knew it.

He spread my legs all-inclusive, and my wet snatch awaited him. The tip of his shaft positioned against my snatch, 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 finish my prison term before Jackson shoved himself into me. I screamed loudly, but his lips found mine again and what remained of the screeching vanished into his mouth with a softened moan.

It was absolute bliss. My blood raced through me, and I could sense my vagina stretching and contracting with every thrust. His skin was sticky with sweat, as was mine. His chest rubbed against my erect nipples, and his hip movements were powerful, almost automatonlike. I placed a hand on his grimace, caressing it gently, stroking it. My other 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 collarbone, and bit down. Not severely, but enough to cause me squeal like a girl. I gripped his hand tighter, and was soon gasping in time with every stab, each seemingly more sinewy than the last. My pussy was throbbing, and his breaths shoal. He was focused, I could order ; all his energy was being spent on making indisputable 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 muscularity in time with his cause, milking his cock with every thrusting. His free hand grabbed my breast, and his other hand squeezed mine tightly ! I wrapped my legs around his waistline, 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 school principal pounded against the backbone wall of my vagina, and I was finished ; my puss contracted super tight around him, yet he was somehow still throwing it. Every single jabbing made me cum again and again. I was shaking in his bridge player, but his skin senses, 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 unit body was shaking in anticipation. About the time of my twenty percent orgasm, as I started to yell from the ecstasy, Stonewall Jackson wrapped his hands around my body, pulling me tightlipped to him as he gave one final examination Almighty stab, throwing his member as far into my pussy as it would go before blowing his warm, embarrassing source deep into my belly.

I was floating, somewhere far away from Earth. I was on a cloud, with only Jackson with me. He stayed hard for several moments before pulling out. My vaginal muscle contracted and I soon felt his tinder start to leak out out of my pussy. I moved to kiss him again, and my heart skipped again when his lip 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 forgotten on the countertop .