I'm Her Medication
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Chapter 2
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 2 - 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 opened her eyes and turned her head slowly. “Ohhhh, John,” she sighed. She allowed herself to be pulled up to a sitting position, swinging her legs over the side of the bed, her meaty breasts swaying as she moved. I tried to keep my eyes on Mom’s face. She looked down at the grungy, threadbare carpet, unable or unwilling to meet my gaze. “I’m sorry, son,” Mom whispered.
“Its okay, Mom,” I replied as I helped her get to her feet. Mom staggered against me, her large breasts mashing against my chest -- her nickel sized nipples, still hard and swollen, scraping against the thin cotton of my T-shirt. “Let’s get you cleaned up.”
Mom, unsteady on her feet, leaned heavily on me, one arm wrapped tightly around my waist as I walked her into the bathroom. I could smell her, the mixed aromas of sweat, wet pussy and sperm coming off her in thick waves. I had to slip one arm under hers to keep her up, my hand inadvertently pressing into her swaying breast, my eyes wandering again and again to her shaved mound, pussy lips still spread wide.
I helped Mom slip into the steamy, soapy water, her groan of satisfaction making the hairs on my arm rise up while it made blood rush to my cock. I was relieved to see most of her nakedness disappear beneath the soap bubbles, hoping it would help quell the feelings I had surging through me. I knelt there next to the tub for a few minutes studying Mom as she relaxed, wondering what I could do to fix this insane situation. Finally, I reached up to the metal shelf over the toilet and pulled down a washcloth and soaking it in the water, began washing Mom’s face.
Mom opened her brilliant blue eyes and rolled her face towards me -- her expression a mixture of shame and love. “I’m sorry, John ... I, I did it again,” she murmured like a repentant child.
I shrugged and said, “Let’s not worry about it now. Here...” I placed the washcloth in her hand and continued, “Get washed up, Mom and we can go home.”
I saw tears well up in my mother’s eyes as she slowly nodded and almost robotically began to wipe herself off in the water. I should have averted my eyes as she swept one meaty breast up and washed it clean, leaving pink skin marred by bite marks, both new and old. As Mom dropped her hand into the water, her knees rising up as she ran the cloth between the middle of her legs, she shivered and said, “I just can’t help it. I try not to think about it ... honestly, I try and do without, but I want it so much...”