My Enemy (Part 2)

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My Enemy (Part 2)Continuing my experience…Finally, they went indoors. As my mother didn’t want me to watch her naked, my mum, and Jason went into the bedroom, in fact the bedroom which she shared with dad, onto their marital bed. I was distraught, but couldn’t do much about it. After a few minutes, Jason summoned me, ‘come on, you cunt; come and watch me ‘do’ your mum!’ I entered. There was this smug, self-satisfied look on his face, but my mother was under the covers, under the sheets – I heard the sounds of a cock being sucked, the quilt moving up and down, but obviously I couldn’t see her – he looked at me, all smug, that blond bastard. Oh HOW I hated him. Then my mum’s arms came up, from under the covers to caress his handsome face, and his blond hair. The expensive engagement and wedding rings given to my mum by my dad, STILL on her fingers, her nails painted, my mother looking a complete slut, this adulterous wife lusting for this blond bachelor stud, that bastard who’d bullied me ALL my life! Her hands caressed him, and then her face emerged from under the covers – her lipstick all smudged with all that cock sucking and that snogging. She looked at him longingly, he looked at me smugly, SO SO superior was he, and he KNEW it. I was ashamed, as I knelt beside the bed, so that NEITHER of them could see what I was actually doing – mind you, I’m sure they knew. Of course HE knew – ‘Wanking, are you, you shit?’ smirked that stud, laughing as he prepared to fuck my mother.They kissed again, and yet again, batman escort French kissing, and then in ‘sweet surrender’, she murmured, ‘I’m SO wet, please take me, please’. He turned her over, now this bully above her, and she moaned, and under the sheets he must have entered her. She turned her head towards me, her face contorted with lust, as that blond stud was inside her. He pumped away. ‘I love it, I love it’, she moaned. And as their love making progressed, they would kiss. He would look at me, SO SO smug, and it was a triumph for this bully when my mother, being blond-fucked said, ‘He’s better than your father, MUCH better than your cuckold dad!’And then all hell broke loose, as Jason shouted, as my mother was orgasming, ‘Go on you hot bitch, have my baby!’. I couldn’t believe it, especially when my mother yelled, ‘Yes, Jason darling, give me a baby, a SUPERIOR baby to anything I have!’ .I WANT a baby, I NEED a baby!’ I yelled in protest, yelling out, ‘No, no, DON’T have his baby, mum, please DON’T!’, but what amazed me was that even as I said this, I was knelt by the bed, tossing off sub consciously, did I actually WANT my mother to have a baby by this blond bachelor?He then seeded her vagina, her having yet another orgasm on his dong, and I spunked the carpet proper so so shamelessly, me the wanker, he the stud!I was then told sternly by Jason to leave the room, as they disgustingly dis-engaged. I obeyed! I left shamefaced, not knowing if my mother bayburt escort had been bred—was I to have a half-brother 21 years later? 10 minutes later they emerged, and Jason made to leave. The final insult was when my mother, at the front door, French kissing him good bye, told me, ‘Lick his boots’. I did in total subservience, as I watched their French kiss—the SAME French kiss that greeted me when I FIRST saw them together – this blond bully, and my slut mum. When Jason finally left so so triumphantly, I confronted my mum. Incredulous I asked if she REALLY wanted another baby, at her age, and to be bred by a lad young enough to be her son. What she told me chilled me. She said she felt VERY young, and being under 40 was still in ‘c***d bearing’ age range. Jason MADE her feel young again. My dad was never interested, but she said, ‘just as well your dad wasn’t interested – Jason could give me a c***d FAR FAR superior to what your dad ever could!’ I was obviously devastated; obviously she was implying that I was inferior! AND she added, ‘Jason wants to impregnate me, preferably in front of you’. This bully was really, really ‘rubbing it in’! Once a bully ALWAYS a bully. But also, I discovered that this was maybe the BIGGEST reason for the separation of my parents; her need for pregnancy by ANOTHER man!And it was thereafter the same, and so so often; ALWAYS the same. Them in between the sheets together, me being summoned later, obviously not being bilecik escort able to see their adulterous union, (Mum didn’t want me to see her naked!), but watching the lust-crazed looks on both their faces, ESPECIALLY on my mum’s face, AND that smug and leering look on blond Jason’s handsome features! But, and this I feel SO SO ashamed about, I would ALWAYS, but ALWAYS be knelt by the bed, gazing at the look of ecstasy on mum’s face, and as the 2 lovers swore their pregnancy urges, I would be masturbating! What a hypocrite I must have been, crying out for my mum NOT to be impregnated by this blond stud, the guy who’d made my life hell since our school days! But as I soon discovered, my pleas were to no avail. Mum was pregnant, and all tests were satisfactory. I remember, when 7 months or so, and with a nice swollen belly full of cuckold baby, my mum and this blond guy would be sat on the setee, urging me to watch them in a long French kissing session, and I was asked to alternate between licking Jason’s boots, and masturbating. I had no choice. I was being openly humiliated. But what amazed me was that I could ALWAYS get hard, enabling me to masturbate! Maybe subconsciously I wanted it, wanted the humiliation. I would watch as Jason gently rubbed her swollen belly, looking at me, taunting me, TELLING me, ‘MY baby!, and then the 2 of them would laugh at me quite quite openly!So now, I have a half-brother, a baby, but trust mum to continue ‘playing mischief’—she would show Jason photos of ME when I was that age, and they would BOTH agree that Jason’s son (my half-brother) is SO SO much more attractive than I was at the same age. I am often asked to thank Jason for his gift, and to PROVE I was sincere, made to kneel before him and to lick his boots in appreciation! Believe me, the humiliation continues to this day.

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