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Rape/Betrayal #10: Taking Control Of Mother free porn video
Howdy my name is Susan Pressman. I never thought I'd ever send a story into one of these adult porno sites but, well my son did something and I'm pretty torn up about it. I need to tell someone, so I decided to try and write it like a story. Yes, I said no, but maybe it was too late for that by then. I don't think I can see this clearly anymore, and could use a 2nd opinion. Tell me what you think.
Susan would remember the day for the rest of her life. Feb 8th, 2003. That was the day her husband left her with a 2nd mortgage, near bankruptcy, and a 17 yr old son. She was so depressed, so fucking useless. At 36 years old people still thought she was pretty. Her son's friends often said she looked like Jennifer Garner on Alias (albeit a decade older). Susan did not agree. Yes she had reddish brown hair and kept her athletic 5ft 3 in frame in good shape. But her ass was much thicker, and her breasts were 36 C. She always felt both were too big, and worked hard to at least keep them firm.
"I don't care what the boys say, I'm 36, have a 17 yr old, and am nowhere near as pretty as a TV star," she laughed to herself.
She always enjoyed the compliments she got on her looks. But deep down she felt insecure. She just knew she was only a little better than average.
Apparently her husband knew it too.
He left her for a 23 year old Jr assistant. The only good thing to come of this was how close she came to be with her son. John had been amazing. She did not ask it but he had cut off every tie with his father.
"Mom he left you, he cheated on you. Fuck him, stupid little asshole. How can he be stupid enough to think he can do better than YOU. If I had a woman like you I would never let her go. I'd show her every day that I was glad she belonged to me. He hurt you mom, and as far as I am concerned he is dead, " My son said and then pulled me in close for a long slow hug.
It felt so good, to be defended. To know there was someone on MY side. I sometimes forget how large my son is. At 6ft 3 in he was a foot taller than me. He often ran and lifted weights, so he was layered in a thick slab of muscle. I felt so small next to him as his deep voice rumbled over me... it felt odd.
Money was tight. I had only been working part time. We almot no savings of which my husband got half. (I believe he had a secret account but could not prove it). I received child support and six months of Alimony, eventually but it took 4 months for it to kick in.
That's where John really surprised me, made me realize what a fine man he was growing into. Without my knowledge my son immediately sold the fully loaded 2003 T-Bird his father had brought him for Christmas. He got $18,000 for it. Then he cleaned out half his savings account, from his partime job. My 17 year old boy handed me a check for $21,000. He then informed me he would begin working a split shft before and after school.
"John my god thank you. But this is your money, I can't accept. I just can't. Look, if we get desperate, I may have to come to you for help for a month or two. Thank you so much for offering John it was very sweet."
John reached out and pulled me into his lap. It caught me off guard, I certainly did not expect it. My feet barely touched the floor, I felt like a little girl on her daddy's knee.
"Mom, I love you and I WANT to take care of you. I just can't stand the thought of you worrying about money. You will never have to come to me and ask me to dole it out. I don't want that mom. Take it all and use it as you see fit, " he said as I started to cry.
I snuggled in his arms and felt safe for the first time in a long time. I slowly drifted off to sleep.
I awoke the next morning when the sun peeked through my bedroom window. I was chilly, I don't remember how I got there. I looked down and got the shock of my life. I was nearly naked. All I had on was a sports bra and a pair of panties. I could not believe it. John must have carried me up to bed, stripped my clothes off and tucked me in. I could not help but blush when I realized how much of me he had seen. I was a little pissed at him too.
"What is wrong with him, I've gotta have a talk with him. This is ridiculous. I'm his mother!"
At first I was angry but slowly I calmed down. Was I blowing this out of proportion? What had he really done. John had sen me in bra and panties before. I mean I did not parade around in front of him, but if I was changing, or getting ready for work in the morning he might get a glimpse in passing. He probably had thought nothing of it, he just put me to bed and tucked me in. If I said anything it would crush him. If he thought his mother did not trust him... he was my son! He had been so good to me lately, I could not bear the thought of me damaging our relationship.
Over the next several months my son asserted himself as the man of our house. I tried dating once but frankly my date was very nervous around my 6ft 3in, 230 lbs son. John walked in on us kissing once and the look that flashed across his eyes was anger, he seemed hurt by it. All he said was, "Excuse me. I did not know you were making out in here. I'll leave."
For some reason I felt guilty. I guess I believed that he was hurt to see me with a man other than his father.
I got the papers in the mail, the final divorce decree. I had been doing pretty well but this threw me for a loop. Then to make matters worse I saw them. My husband and his slut were walking arm in arm through Wal-mart. I turned the corner and there they were. It was too much. It hurt so bad to know that you have been replaced, to see that you are an old, ugly worthless piece of shit. I went home tured off the lights, crawled into bed and fell asleep.
I had a bad nightmare. I thought my husband was cutting me up a piece at a time and throwing me in the trash can. I was crying, pleading, begging my smiling husband not to. His new wife was in her wedding dress and kept saying, "Dear I asked you to take out the trash."
"NO you can't, stop STOP cutting me!" I shrieked out in my fevered dream.
Suddenly I was awake.
A man was holding me, pressed tight against me. I could smell him, feel his hot beath. I was wrapped up tight in his strong arms as he kissed the back of my neck and gently "Shushed" me.
"Whhu, huh John, is that you? " I cried out in the pitch dark room.
"I've got you, I've got you baby don't worry, I'm here. You're safe. Go back to sleep mom, I'll take care of you."
It was surreal. Once again I was almost naked with my son in the room. I did not even have a bra on this time. Just a nighty and panties. At least it was dark, he could not see me. But I could feel him. I could feel my boy's thick cock pressing into my ass. His arms were folded right against my breasts.
I had to do something.
"John, thank you for waking me up. I feel much better now you don't have to stay. Let me up."
"Shh, I'm not going anywhere. Now be quiet and go back to sleep."
I know it was wrong, but what could I do? Short of kicking and screaming--clawing my way out of the bed, he had me. A part of me thought, "He's just taking care of me. He IS the man of the house now."
It felt good to be protected. The dream HAD scared me, and being cradled by a strong man felt good. Just for a second I relaxed and enjoyed it. I allowed myself to snuggle down and nestle with my son. That was all it took. Slowly I drifted back to a deep, contended sleep.
Things changed after that night. My son began acting inappropriately to me. At first it was little things. One day I was walking by and he slapped me on the ass.
"Nice and tight mom, looking good."
He started making it a practice to give me hug wheneve he came in or left the house. The hugs became longer and tighter. As a joke he often lifted me in the air by my arm pits, like a little girl, and supported me under the butt with his arm.
"How's my girl doing today? Tell me all about it. "
The fact was John was so strong, I was afraid to squirm. wiggle and fail. I woud look pathetic, if I could not get down. So he just held me for about 10 minutes. Then he walked to the couch and sat down with me facing him in his lap. This happened once or twice a week.
Then he started "Accidentally" walking in on me while I was changing. It wasn't every day, and he would always apologize but...
Another time he bent down and gave me a kiss on the lips. He did not make out with me, but it lasted for a couple of seconds.
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