I'm Her Medication
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Chapter 12
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 12 - When mom got kidnapped and trained as a sex addict, I became her Medication. "A shudder went through Mom's body as she slowly parted her lips, letting me slip the tip of my thumb between them, feeling the wetness of her mouth, and then the tip of her tongue brushing against it."
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Romantic Fiction Incest Mother Son Anal Sex Cream Pie First Massage Masturbation Oral Sex Safe Sex Sex Toys Tit-Fucking Big Breasts Slow
Mom reddened and was a long time in answering. “I think ... in many ways that yes, I loved Darren. Even knowing he was the one who took me -- I counted the seconds from one visit to the next, my heart nearly bursting with joy when I heard the bolts being undone and him walking in. I loved the feeling he awoke in me, the knowledge of pleasures I never dreamed existed.”
“I have never in my life heard such a crock of shit!” Dad said, standing up, his face red with anger. “You call this helping her?” he snarled at the psychiatrist. “He screwed up her head -- that’s why she keeps sleeping around like a dog in heat. “You should be helping her -- not letting her relive what that sonofabitch did to her!”
Doctor Deschane sat up, her face serious, yet trying to be understanding. “Yes, I agree that Jones has messed with Cassie -- brainwashed her to some extent as happens with kidnap victims, but Mister Hunter, you also need to understand that for good or bad, these ... events have opened up whole new realms of experiences and emotions for Cassie -- emotions and desires that have been suppressed or denied her whole life. The purpose of being here today is for you ... and your son to understand that -- to see Cassie through fresh eyes to understand her better so that your whole family can heal and move on.”
Dad’s eyes became narrow slits as he angrily stared at the psychiatrist and muttered, “Bullshit. I’m out of here. C’mon, John, lets go. If Cassie wants to come home and be a good wife and mother, I’m there, otherwise let her go out and sell her whoring ass on the street for all I care.”
Mom’s eyes were wide in alarm. “Please, Joseph...” She stopped as he waved a hand at her dismissively. Mom looked at me, her eyes full of fear and need.
I swallowed, my mouth suddenly bone dry and rasped, “I’m not going, Dad. I’m staying.”
Dad turned my way, his hand balling into a fist. “You’re my son and I said we’re leaving!”
I stood up, scarcely realizing that my hands had formed fists too. “I’m Mom’s son, too and I’m nearly nineteen. She needs our help and I’m staying.”