The Arrangement
Copyright© 2020 by Beaverhunt
Chapter 20
Coming of Age Sex Story: Chapter 20 - Two friends, a white Jew and a Black Christian, have forged a friendship despite racial attacks growing up. At 16, with both fathers away for long periods of time, a life-changing event happens that sends all on a sexual journey of illicit activities as one finds out about his best friend and best friend's Mom. Can they maintain their friendship while getting closer than either thought? By the author of The Awakening, Getting Caught, Changing Dynamics, Blackmailed Mom, My Desires and others.
Caution: This Coming of Age Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including mt/Fa Teenagers Blackmail Coercion Reluctant Heterosexual Fiction Incest Humiliation Rough Group Sex Interracial Anal Sex Cream Pie Masturbation Oral Sex
Batya
Pain is the only thing I know right now and I try to control my breathing. He may no longer be inside me, but it feels like he is. It’s as if I’ve been torn open from within and even the touch of his hands sends shock-waves of pain throughout my body.
I continue to bite the pillow as he takes his time with his hands. I’d pull away from his touch, but any movement will bring pain. Tears stroll down my eyes as I feel him watching me. His eyes, much like his hands, linger on me far longer than they need to. All I want is to lie down and hope the pain subsides, but he remains between my legs.
This sensation of my son is one no mother should be familiar with when it comes to her son, but I know it well. His flesh against mine and a part of him remains inside me. The hole may be new and filled with more pain than I’ve ever known, but everything else remains familiar. Being with him in this incestuous way no longer sickens me as it once did, which means something has changed within me.
My son has been enjoying this lately. He tries to hide it from me, but I see it. Aaron shouldn’t be enjoying anything we’re doing, but I know the truth. The monster may have started this, but I don’t think my son’s willing to stop.
Aaron scares me a little, but not as much as I scare myself. I’ve been fighting something that I can never admit to him and wonder if he has any idea. I hope he never finds out my secret, since he’ll use it against me. As long as I can control myself he’ll never know, but I fear what will happen if he ever discovers the truth.
I love being dominated by my son. Even now, with pain coursing through my body, feel things I should never feel about him. There’s a sense of shame within me for feeling what I feel, since this is wrong in every way and I must find continue to hide myself from him. My son can never know about any of this, but I can’t fight forever and I hope this twisted part of me stays hidden long after we finish.
There’s going to come a time when he will notice the little things. The pause in my step as he looks at me with hunger and lust. The sigh that will escape when he squeezes my nipples hard. Even now, as the pain remains, there’s pleasure to be felt from knowing my son caused me to feel this.
My son may be sick for enjoying me, but I’m far worse than him. Perhaps this kind of sickness is genetic, and I passed something down to him I never knew existed until this began. I wanted to lie to myself right from the start, but I knew from the first time I took him in my mouth, there was something powerful stirring within me.
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