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Kyle held my head up…my mouth feeling as if it was stretched permanently, a big smile on his face. He looked down, I followed…his magnificent cock standing straight up almost to the bottom of his sternum… “Time to take me home Mom…” his smile one of anticipation. That Blowjobs comment momentarily brought me back to reality…it is one thing, well at least that is what I tried to tell myself, to have oral sex with that beautiful dick. But…to have it back in the spot it originated from…that is an entirely weird situation. My resistance was apparently mental…my body already made the decision. I climbed up on Kyle, he rubbed my soaked cunt lips with the head of his cock as I lowered myself…I have a lot of experience at this and used it all to savor each and every millimeter. Using one hand to steady myself using Kyle’s shoulder the other guided his hard penis, sliding the globe of the head across my slowly spreading vagina, moving it delicately to nub my clitoris…fuck…that familiar spark of lust permeated my body, the animal instinct overwhelming any smidgen of propriety. Lowering myself slightly, could feel his large head separate and open me…the first pressure of his head causing me to straighten my spine…I lowered another inch or so…then pulled up a smidgen only to push down a couple more inches. My brain was screaming, drowning out any possible resistance…my body wanted this appendage in it more than any thing, more than even possibly life right now. It was as if this large, fat cock, was intended for this place. Every part of it, and I mean all of it felt like it was made for my orifice. The thought of it being attached to my son only increased the desire…that again overwhelmed the self-contention of me being morally a creep…the song from “Radiohead” started to bang in my head as my lust drove my hips up and down…my cunt relishing the firm resistance of each thrust. Hardly noticed that Kyle had one hand on my hip as I rose and fell, then oscillating at both apexes of my trajectory. His other hand taking its pleasure with either tit, squeezing his mother’s tits, massaging them, and rolling my nipples that had become super sensitive and hard. The animal in me was not to be denied and the welling up the intended outcome was rushing to a conclusion…felt like a volcano was getting ready to burst within me….my eyes had no focus, my breathing flared my nostrils…there was not enough oxygen in the air…I was about to cum…it was right there… Kyle held me tight under my tits, lifting me to where only the end of his dick was still in me. My body tried to drive down, but could not… “Fuck….FUCK!” I screamed, “I…I am about to CUM!…NOW!” I snorted and pushed again…but in futility. “No…no you aren’t, not until I let you”. Kyle was looking me dead in the eye. Could feel the wildness recede from my eyes…the flaring and snorting of my nostrils slowly abating. My cunt…my entire being…the frustration beginning to well up. I have never been denied an orgasm…never. But here it was…the first time, and the realization it was my own kid that was denying it, hit me like a brick. The indignity of what I just did, the guilt of my wonton actions seeped in. I felt the need to disengage…to run and hide, to put it behind me. I attempted to rise…Kyle thrust upward…his engorged cock totally immersed into me, the length boobs and breadth causing the air to be forced out of my lungs. The strength of the thrust caused my entire body to levitate momentarily, then I came down…again the air forced out of my body by that stiff appendage pushing my internal organs against the diaphragm, separation my abdomen from my lungs. “Now we fuck…” Kyle said in an authoritarian voice. The indiscretions of my actions that just moments ago were driven by lust, that lust somehow had melted away. I feeling of violation waved over me as I felt Kyle’s large appendage filling me internally. That sense of violation only increased as Kyle clasped my hips with his hands and slowly started thrusting on his own….very methodically and with determination. Might be impossible to understand as to my rabid lust turning into being contained and then thrown away to be replaced by someone or something taking complete control over you. But that is what was happening. I slowly let him take complete charge of what was happening…it was not over just a minute or two….but continually over the course of time…maybe a half hour or more. My body at first started to react due to my brain telling me that it would be over sooner if you capitulated….but then something changed internally, it was as if I was being broken, reformed, and then renewed…wired completely differently. I now understand how a wild horse is broken and trained…I am that horse. The feeling began to rise again, different in that I was reacting to his input, not mine…relying on his thrusting, his oscillations, his rhythm. Pushed my chest out…offering my tits, my nipples to him. He bit hard around one of my areolas…the pain sharp and almost debilitating, but my reaction was to moan and push more of my tit into his mouth. Even as I felt the blood form from his teeth puncturing my skin… I was not thrown into a need of self-defense. The female was another Doberman. 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