I'm Her Medication
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Chapter 9
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 9 - 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
The Doctor gave us a moment to get settled and then sat herself. I was not disappointed as she settled into her leather chair, her short skirt rising slightly to reveal tanned and toned thighs. Then oddly, she turned her head slightly and addressed me. “John, in trying to help your mother -- to allow her to help herself, it’s been vitally important for her to confront what happened to her. I think for you and your father to understand what’s happened to Cassie and how these experiences have changed her and how you can help her get control over her life, she needs to share these experiences with you as well. Does that make sense?”
I nodded slowly. “Sure,” I replied. “I’ll do anything to help Mom.”
Doctor Deschane smiled and said, “This will not be easy -- for either you or your father. It will be graphic and I suspect shocking, but I think it’s essential to your mother’s recovery for you to truly comprehend what has happened to her and how she has changed.”
“I don’t see how it’s essential for our son to hear all this,” Dad said, the whine and discomfort thick in his voice.
“He and you, Mr. Hunter are Cassie’s support system. I’ve discussed this with Cassie at length and she agrees that while this will be ... difficult to hear, it is important to understand what she’s gone through.” Dad scowled at the psychiatrist but didn’t argue further. Doctor Deschane turned in her chair to study Mom who was sitting upright in another huge leather chair, clearly nervous. “Cassie, would you like to begin?”
Mom took a deep breath and nodded, her hands tugging and fretting with the handkerchief in her hands. Not looking at us, she took another deep breath and said, “I don’t remember being taken by Darren ... er, Jones. I was loading groceries into the car and the next thing I knew...” Mom paused and took another deep breath. “I was in total darkness and could hardly breathe -- there was something, a mask on my face and I couldn’t see and I was c-cumming my brains out.” Mom flicked her eyes my way, her face reddening. “I was having an orgasm because someone -- Darren had shoved a vibrator into my vagina and taped it in place.” Mom’s red face darkened. “I was so naïve I didn’t even know what was in me.
“I don’t know how long I’d been awake or how long I lay there and orgasmed. It just kept going on and on. Maybe hours, so much that cumming hurt. I passed out again and when I came to, I was in a room, on a bed, naked and he was there ... Darren and he was naked and hard and he had a knife ... a big knife with jagged edges. He ordered me to get on my hands and knees like a good whore bitch and I was so scared and I did it and he fucked me. He fucked me really hard -- it hurt and the whole time he was running that knife up and down my back and underneath on my breasts -- using the tip, but never cutting me.”