1. 13 months


    Date: 7/3/2017, Categories: Dark Fantasy, Authoritarian, Cum Swallowing, Domination/submission, Humiliation, Incest, Pregnant, Stockholm Syndrome, Written by women, Author: iamscrwd, Rating: 73, Source: sexstories.com

    lap, his left arm around her, his hand squeezing her right breast. In his other hand, he had the fork he was eating with pressed against her protruding right nipple. The pain showing on her face confirmed the small drop of blood forming on the prong of the fork embedded in the side of her nipple. I leaned forward and pulled John’s shorts down…his penis bobbed when it sprang free. I had not seen him naked since he was maybe seven years old, at least ten years ago. He was not a child anymore…at least not down there. “John…feel your mother’s tits…good looking tits, yes?…do it!” Malek demanded. I was flabbergasted…internally outraged at the thought. My body subconsciously leaned back away from John’s extending reach. Then I heard a painful moan from Sara… I leaned forward, pressing my breasts into John’s hands. “Feel them up John…” John squeezed them slightly, “no…no harder, like this.” Malek now had both of Sara’s breasts, one in each hand, massaging them as if he was trying to milk her. John’s hands began to copy Malek’s, only on me. I closed my eyes and bit my lip…this cannot be happening; my son was massaging his mother’s breasts. This has to be a bad dream…but it wasn’t. “John…tell me what they feel like…” Malek again demanded. “Uh…uhmm…they are soft…but firm…warm…uhm” John was almost stuttering. “Pull and twist the nipples…see if they can come out…like this” My mouth dropped as Sara’s nipples were extended out from her areola’s well over half an inch as Malek rolled ...
    them between his thumbs and fingers. Sara had her eyes closed and was biting her lower lip. She was trying to disassociate herself from our surroundings. I almost jumped…a squeak emanating from my mouth when John gave both my nipples a tug and a twist. Sara’s hard nipples definitely came from my side of the family, much to my chagrin; my nipples did their three quarter inch stand out. John rolled them between his fingers. I closed my eyes…trying to do the same thing as Sara was…disassociating myself from what was happening. “Mother…you have neglected you boy too long…help him out. Massage his cock with both of your hands…” Malek again demanded…I kept my eyes closed and acted like I did not hear him. Sara cried out in pain. My hands reached to my son’s member. I was startled…it was stiff…it was smooth…it almost burned my hands. I opened my eyes and looked down…my son really was a man. If I had to, I wanted to get this over quickly. So I started jerking his penis…hoping that it would be over fast. “Hey…hey, mother…slow down…you want it so much…you can’t hold back?” Malek yelled. I stopped jerking and opened my eyes. Thankfully, John’s eyes were closed…but the corner of his mouth was curved slightly up. And his fingers were manipulating the entire globes of my breasts, and then sliding to the end of my nipples…as if he was milking me! My hands were still softly squeezing my son’s penis, almost inadvertently. One of my hands even cupped his testicles as if they were on remote…I ...
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