COMFORTED BY HER SON

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COMFORTED BY HER SONLisbeth, a first generation immigrant from Guatemala was impregnated by her boyfriend Diego at the age of sixteen. It wasn’t uncommon in her country to be a young mother –in fact, it was the norm. Diego married Lisbeth and they bore two sons: Carlos and Juan. Unfortunately, when Carlos was almost 20, he died in a car accident after being struck by a drunk driver. This caused anguish and a rift to form between Diego and Lisbeth which ended in their divorce. Diego left Lisbeth and remarried – leaving Lisbeth to care for Juan alone. Diego wasn’t terribly far away, but he wasn’t supportive as a father or as an X-husband. Lisbeth lived on welfare and did her best to put herself through school so she could get a decent paying job.Juan grew up angrily and almost out of control. He was the “man of the house” but he had lingering anger over his brother’s death and his father leaving the family. Juan blamed the entire thing on his father.Lisbeth, having been a young mother was very attractive in her late 30’s. Her body was still tight and although she didn’t have very large breasts, she had an hourglass figure and a youthful appearance. Juan became very protective of his mother because she’d gone through bouts of depression. Sometimes she’d begin to cry due to the loneliness and the overwhelming sense of loss. Juan would hold her and console her. Juan’s over protectiveness manifested itself in mood swings. He’d even threatened to beat up men who looked at her. She was a very good looking woman. Juan and Lisbeth lived in a small apartment in a predominately Hispanic section of Brooklyn. It wasn’t much, but she kept it very neat and modern with furniture so family members visiting her wouldn’t look down on her. She didn’t want pity despite the misfortunes of her life so she’d made it a mission to improve herself. She’d get a good job and move to a better apartment in a better part of town eventually. There eventually came a lice infestation in the building. The city was having problems with bugs and numerous buildings had been infected. Dogs were brought in to sniff them out in some cases and in others fluorescent lamps were needed. Juan woke up one morning with a red rash which he’d gone to the dermatologist to check. It turned out their apartment had been hit and Juan’s mattress had to be thrown out. He’d have to get a new bed, but in order to do so, he’d have to go shopping after his next paycheck as he didn’t have a credit card to use. Lisbeth suggested that they share her queen-sized bed until he could get a new mattress. At first Juan was very annoyed with the specter of having to share the bed with his mother, especially at his age – still sharing an apartment with her, but he figured it would be a temporary solution. If any of his friends found out, he’d be a laughing stock. One night Lisbeth made dinner for her aunt, Maria, who’d dropped by. A nice Paella with Columbian Sausage and a diced strawberry/apple Sangria. Juan came home from school midway through dinner, greeted his aunt and sat down with them for dinner. They’d all consumed much of the Sangria – which started causing Lisbeth to become tipsy. Juan gathered Aunt Maria’s things and walked her back to the lobby so her husband could come pick her up. As Juan walked out with Aunt Maria, Lisbeth had another small amount of Sangria and began to cry. A sudden feeling of despair came over her and she began to sob uncontrollably. She looked over at a picture of her deceased son and the tears began to gush forth from her eyes. A painful migraine raced through her brain and she wrapped both her hands around her face and clawed at her scalp with her fingers as if to rip the skin from her skull. When Juan returned to the apartment he found his mother sobbing. She’d had plenty to drink, but it was her depression causing her to breakdown. Juan gave her a hug and a light kiss on the cheek. “Don’t cry mom, it’s ok, I’m here for you”. Juan helped his mother to her room and lid her in her bed. She’d slipped off her summer dress and slipped into her night gown. As she’d just finished straightening her clothes for bed, Juan walked into the room, turned off the light, pulled his shirt and pants off and settled on his side of the bed – slightly inebriated. They both laid there and Juan rolled over, rested his hand on his mother’s shoulder and asked if she was alright. She reached up and held his hand – her fingers slightly cold and grasped it. He reached pendik escort around her and slid close to her to comfort her. He rubbed her shoulder and arm in a gentle manner. They laid there for about an hour together. Lisbeth’s crying stopped. Juan was now so close to her that they were in the spooning position. It felt awkward at first to be held while laying in bed with her son, but she was so emotionally bankrupt that she just let it be.Until something happened…As they lay there, her backside could feel the pressure of Juan’s penis through his boxer shorts. She could tell he was well endowed considering how much of it she could feel. Feeling her son’s penis at her back was very embarrassing and simultaneously, tremendously arousing. Though she tried not to, she could feel her hips grinding into him.Juan’s rubbing of her shoulder slowly turned into more than an innocent consoling. His hands slowly made their way under her bra strap and into the top of the cup of her bra. Lisbeth turned partially and said: “what are you doing”? “I’m making you feel better” – he replied. “We can’t do this Juan…you can’t do that…it’s wrong”.“Don’t worry mommy… I’ll make you feel better…you know I love you right?”“Yes, I know you love me, but…”Before she could finish the sentence, Juan’s fingers reached into her bra cup and pulled her breast out. He began to twirl her nipple. Lisbeth was shocked, but thoroughly aroused now. “What are you doing???” she whispered. “Shhhhh – I’m gonna make you feel better mommy”.Juan lifted his head from the pillow, and began to suckle her breast. Lisbeth threw her head back in to the pillow with a quiet whimper. She’d remembered this feeling from so many years before. Juan’s tongue licked around her nipple and he alternated between the licking and suckling as she just lay there completely paralyzed in emotion. She rolled on her back. Juan continued to suckle her right breast and could hear the beating of her heart. It beat faster and more rapidly. He kissed her on her chest directly above her heart and stuck his tongue out to lick her up to her neck. She continued to lay there paralyzed. He then kissed her deeply in the mouth – her tongue licking hers. As he kissed her, he’d settled almost atop her. His penis quickly hardened into a stiff pole about 9 inches long. She at once became afraid. She knew what he was planning to do and was so overcome with fear and anxiety that she had no idea what to do. He was even bigger than his father down there. It had been such a long time since she’d been with a man that she’d almost forgotten what it felt like to be penetrated.Juan continued to kiss her as his hands left her breasts and worked their way down to her nightie to lift it up above her knees – allowing him access to her vulva. It was such a thin gown. It was flimsy and had been washed so many times the material began to wear in spots. He lifted the gown up and exposed her panties. His finger reached down to stimulate her clitoris and as he thrummed her she gasped. “No Juan – you can’t do that”.“Come on mommy, you know you like this – I’m going to make you feel better. I’m going to make you feel so good” Juan whispered sweetly into her ear. She struggled a little from the fear of being penetrated by her son’s long rod. Part of her wanted this to happen. Part of her was afraid to let it happen. Juan’s larger, bulkier body prevented her from escaping his grasp. He allowed his penis to escape his boxers and laid down atop his mother, with his penis pressing against her thin, cotton “granny” panties. It was so hard, he could have pitched a tent with it. His fingers desperately searched for an opening to the underwear, but they had a design which stretched around the inner thigh. He reached down and tore a small tear in them to give him access to his mother’s femininity. All of this happened so quickly, Lisbeth didn’t have much time to think about the implications of any of it. However, she’d accepted her fate. She’d accepted her “new lover” and franticly grabbed Juan’s penis with both of her hands to guide him into the same hole he’d once been pushed out of. The room was dark. Anything happening in that room was their secret. So long as neither of them told another living soul, no one could possibly find out about what had happened up till that point and what was going to happen later into the night. Juan pushed the spongy head of his penis into her body causing her to moan. kartal escort At this point, she wasn’t certain if she’d wanted this to happen or not. It had been such a long time that she was with a man, but how could she allow this? It was her son after all. Her own flesh and blood. “Mmmm mommy, you’re so wet”. “You’re my woman now”. “I’m gonna make you cum for me mommy”. Juan pushed deeper inside to feel his mommy’s creamy vagina. He could feel the muscles of her hips and her buttocks tightening. She must have wanted it. After all, she only got wetter as he drove deeper into her. Whether she wanted it or not, he was going to fuck her and that was a fact. Juan gave his mother his long hardened cock missionary style. He knew what he was doing was wrong. She knew what he she was allowing him to do was wrong. The bed itself had become an unholy altar on which the fiery passion between mother and son was being quenched. Juan pounded his mother’s tight cunt into the mattress. Her hips bucked against his. All the while his testicles powerfully beat against what was left of her ripped underwear. In the back of her mind, she felt as if she was entitled to this treatment. She loved her son more than she loved her X-husband even when they were married. Afterall, he was part of her and her X wasn’t. Juan would never ever do her wrong because she felt that he was the most important thing to him in this world. Juan was more interested in “making his mother feel good” than he was in his own orgasm. He listened closely to her responses with each plunge. Despite the fact this was his very own mom, his penis and balls were stiff and more than willing to pierce into her. When the stress of missionary set in, they both rolled on their side. She lay there, in a state of shock and disbelief as her son held her tightly and assumed the role his own father had abandoned such a long time ago. She could have screamed, but she didn’t. She could have scratched him or bitten him but she didn’t. She allowed Juan to have his way with her. She wanted him to. Juan thrusted and thrusted and thrusted into his hapless mother – determined to make her cum all over his penis. She didn’t want to enjoy it because society had told her that what was happening was taboo and unforgiveable in the eyes of God. But her body betrayed her. The wetness of her insides only allowed him to pump her harder and faster – reducing the friction so that his pumping motion was made almost effortless. He could sense that she’d stopped resisting his vicious actions so he loosened his hold on her and allowed her more freedom of movement. She lay there moaning and eventually could feel the oncoming of a wonderful orgasm. A climax that she hadn’t had in such a long time and one she certainly shouldn’t be having with her son of all people. Completely overtaken by Juan’s vicious thrusts, she felt the rush of orgasm race through her body and she let out cries of passion. Her groaning was so urgent and out of her control that she forced her face into the cushy pillow which almost completely muffled her. Her hand, reached back and felt her son’s groin directly above his shaft, which was still penetrating her, and could feel his abdominal muscles. Juan took this as a sign of her trying to slow him down and prevent his impending ejaculation. If that was her intent, he wasn’t going to allow it. “I’m gonna cum mommy” “ Juan rolled his mother onto her stomach, never ceasing his thrusts and gripped both her breasts. To allow herself to breath, she pulled herself up using the headboard. As Juan kept ramming her the energy from his thrusting caused the headboard to pound against wall like a hammer. It was much too late for anyone to be doing construction work. Those sounds along with the creaking of the bed would only be associated with rough sex. This was an apartment after all and the neighbors would hear. I’m gonna come inside of you mommy”.“Please Juan…Please calm down” she whispered naughtily. She knew he wouldn’t calm down and she knew the poking wasn’t going to stop until he’d released his seed into her. She wanted it. She didn’t want to let on that she wanted it so she pleaded with him as he pounded her defiantly: “Please Juan, pull it out…don’t come inside”“No mommy, I’m about to get your pussy” “I’m about to get your fucking pussy” “I’m about to get your fucking pussy”. I’m about to…OHHHH FUCK…The veins in Juan’s penis tightened. He gripped maltepe escort Lisbeth’s hips securely. His penis reached its absolute length and the skin around it became so tight that it might as well be a broomstick. Juan let out a roar as he began to spurt hot gobs of semen into his mother. The impact of the blasts were so strong that Lisbeth could feel them splashing against her walls. The final thrusts came so quickly that Lisbeth felt like nothing more than a filthy whore being used as some man’s fucktoy for a few nickels. Fortunately, it was her son – she knew he loved her. Somehow that made it all ok. Her vagina tightened around his penis. It had betrayed her. It should have refused him. It should have stayed dry. It shouldn’t have given him any enjoyment.Instead of rejecting the thick penis of her boy, her vagina milked Juan’s penis for ever single drop it could. It squeezed him as much as it could. It loved him as much as it could. When the voracious fucking had ended, her vagina relaxed around him.He began to pull out until just the head was left inside her. Her vagina’s lips tightened around the head – like a motherly kiss.Juan then hugged her. He hugged her soooo tightly. No one had ever held her so tightly. No one else had ever made her feel so safe and so secure. Her X-husband had never given her the embrace that Juan did – nor had any of had any of her very few male friends from her youth. Juan turned her head so he could make eye contact and then he tongue kissed her completely opened mouth. Mother or not, she was his woman tonight. Both Juan and Lisbeth collapsed into the bed. Juan’s grip on his loving mother didn’t slack one bit. She was completely under his control and he was completely in control of her. He continued to lap her neck with his tongue and his nose was nestled in her hair, smelling her scent. He kissed her numerous times with gentle pecks. Lisbeth hadn’t felt this wonderful in her entire life. They both drifted into a deep c***-like sleep.They didn’t dream. It was early in the next morning when Lisbeth suddenly awoke to find Juan’s arm still around her. His left hand was cupping her breast with a tight grip and her bra was missing. At first, her mind not fully activated, she hadn’t remembered what had happened. Suddenly, it all came back to her. Any possibility that what had happened the night before might be a dream was immediately overruled. She knew she’d been fucked by her son and that she’d enjoyed it. His semen was mostly still inside her. Some of it had begun to liquefy out of the jelled mass and begun to drip out from her vagina creating a sticky paste between her thighs. Her panties were torn. How could she live with herself considering her religious beliefs? How could she look him in the face again knowing he’d entered her the previous night? She wanted to pull away but she didn’t. She couldn’t – his arm was still wrapped tightly around her – claiming her breast as his own once again.In the back of her mind, memories of him suckling her breast as an innocent baby flashed. “He seems to enjoy me much more now” she thought cynically.Juan began to awaken. His penis was rock hard -the so called “morning wood” that men get early in the morning as they awaken from a series of involuntary erections. His penis was thick – completely engorged with blood and still stained with the vaginal fluids of his mother as well as her sin. As he came around from a peaceful sleep, his hand began to tighten even more around his mother’s breast and his hips began to twitch. Lisbeth knew what he wanted. He wanted to take her again. Mother or not, Juan was going to use her moist cunt to satisfy his morning needs. Before she could say anything to approve or deny him, Juan pushed the head of his penis back into her to begin the thrusting once again. Once again she knew she’d be had by her son and once again she was speechless. Juan knew exactly where to touch her to gain her obedience. Wherever he touched her mattered not – she was instantly compliant to his desires. He rolled her onto her back and her legs spread. Did he spread her legs or did she spread them for him? Whatever the answer to that question, her feet ended up behind his back pulling him in once again. Eventually he bought a new bed, but he rarely slept in it. He slept in hers. They had many, many sexual encounters. Fortunately Lisbeth’s guilt began to vanish over time. She never initiated sex with Juan, but she never turned him down. She never dressed provocatively around Juan, but whatever she did wear was enough to have him come for her. He never needed to sweet talk her or coerce her. He merely touched her to let her know what he yearned for and she provided it for him. She will always provide for him.

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