Mister Jack Miller Ch. 08
Date: 27.11.2008Keywords: Jack, Miller, Mister, Ch., 08,
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"Shit." Said Allie.
Perfect, thought Jack.
"Well that does it, I'm going to the other room." Allie announces and staggers through the doorway, falling on the bed.
Jack follows, closes the door, locks it, and then climbs onto the bed and begins to strip, turning to his mother, he begins stripping her of her clothing; she resisted slightly but made no real attempt to stop him. Above her Jack sensed the loss of his mother's last remaining ounce of resistance, and clamping his wet mouth over hers he began a slow rocking motion between her wide-spread thighs.
The agony sent tiny explosions of pain inside her, searing at the soft sensitivity of her pussy, as his motion widened the tightly clasping passage with each short stroke. Allie groaned in hopeless defeat beneath his weight ... a defeat and resignation which was, in fact, a total surrender. He was killing her softly; she wanted to die ... and in her desperation, she tried to help him kill her. She began punching her pelvis up against his long hard shaft, feeling it going deeper, even deeper up into her ... and she screamed with each powerful thrust she made upward.
Gradually, though, something was changing inside her. In place of the ugly pain, lewd flames of masochistic desire began coursing through her veins, and she no longer had a shred of will to fight it. In spite of her repugnance and horror she began responding sexually and eagerly to her son who lay between her long, open thighs. His wetly skewering cock moved ever upward into her unresisting cunt, and her whole body began to twist and writhe beneath him, as faint mewls of servile acceptance and animalistic passion slipped from her tongue. Her mouth toiled at his as her tongue wetly answered his savage thrusts, her neck straining and nostrils flaring, a light sweat popping out all over her body.
She felt Jack slip his hands down over the naked curves of her hips and slide them beneath the wildly thrashing moons of her rounded buttocks, cupping them harshly with each hand as he began to thrust with greater frenzy. He jerked Allie harder to his loins and she pulled her trembling thighs back a little more, the moistly hot slot of her tormented pussy spreading open to receive his heatedly pulsing cock to greater and greater depths beyond the soft silk blonde of her wispy pubic hair.
The maddening pain had passed now, and her legs on either side of his impaling shaft of flesh were jerking and quivering in an abandon she had never felt before, and which she could not now control. The shamelessly aroused wife and mother closed her eyes, letting her tongue slaver loosely up into her son's mouth, low hums of wondrous pleasure rumbling from deep within her throat. There was no longer a single thought in her mind other than the delicious sensation of lying beneath this man who was fucking her against her will; and she willingly strained to give as much pleasure to him as he was giving her.
Jack slaved above his mother's form; now he moved with longer, smoother strokes that drew his cock nearly out of her tautly clasping vagina, and then plunging forward again until his heavy testicles smacked against the nakedly exposed crevice of her anus. She was hopelessly impaled, she thought helplessly, and the thought raised even greater erotic sensation in her wide-spread loins. Then he brought his hand around to where his long hard cock was sliding smoothly in and out of her wetly clasping pussy, and Allie felt him begin to fondle the soft hair-lined lips of her cunt, milking at his rampaging cock. He continued to play there until softer groans of passion formed in Allie's throat and escaped her. Her ever-widening vagina seemed to gape with longing and it greedily swallowed the whole of his powerfully thrusting shaft, wanting it to plunge to her very core.
Suddenly, he was quickening his strokes, hot and pulsating deep and the blissful torment caused her to wantonly thrash beneath him as though she were the most eager whore from off the streets. She felt him pushing against her so hard that the plane of her crotch was wide open to the brutal pounding of his loins as he rammed his lust-thickened manhood into her.
"Aaaah Ooooh Aaah!" she began to chant beneath him, in the throes of a wild insane passion. Again then, he quickened his stroke, grunting and groaning, grinding hard and deep, his cock a deep magenta with passion as it bored hard up into the hidden recesses of the young mother's womb. She was nothing but a mass of exquisitely moist softness beneath him and he knew that the end was coming soon for both of them.
Allie was only vaguely aware of Jack's hands running over her like searing licking tongues of hot flame, of his soft, thick lips, of the friction of his hard body as he squirmed and wriggled over her.
This was something beyond belief ... something wonderful that she had not dared to experience ... indeed she had but never dreamed such passion possible. And to think that she had been denying herself this ... denying Jack this ... for so long! A subconscious understanding of just what her husband might do if he knew came to her just as she began to shriek, "Oh fuck me ... Fuck me harder ... Harder... Harder!" She panted and writhed and heard his wailing breath over her. His thick heated cock was a huge, unrelenting thing, raging and hurtling into her secret being, making her tingle from the tips of her toes to the top of her head. She gasped, her breath catching in her throat. And then, almost unbelieving, she heard her own words of fulfillment, "Oh god I'm cumming ... Immm cummming!" She jerked and bucked up against him, feeling his massively pulsating cock grow impossibly huge inside her ... and then ... begin to pump hot thick sperm far into the softness of her wantonly quivering belly, his juices mingling with hers as he moaned like a lost soul with the power of his orgasm.
Allie's legs jumped convulsively against him, splaying out obscenely on either side of his heaving body, and her heart pounded in her chest as though it would burst. She at last knew what it was like in heaven ... nothing in the world could be more intense than the ecstasy she was experiencing with Jack. She lay beneath him, motionless now after countless seconds of glorious expansion, of feeling her body bursting with light and warmth, with golden jewels of fulfillment. Her body had been bruised and satiated ... she had been brought to heights of desire that she had never known existed, and now she felt a sudden forgotten wave of shame and humiliation return to her, flooding her stunned mind, reminding her of who she was and where she was, and of the thick savagery of the her son's still pulsating penis where it lay buried deep inside her quivering flooded vagina.
A sob slipped from her chest. There was only one word for it. She had been "fucked", and "fucked" good ... and in her distressed and uncertain way, she had no way of knowing what she felt most ... shame ... or joy.
***
The trip to Florida had been enjoyed by all, and now the return trip back into the wintry weather back home, weighed heavily on each of them, but none so much as Allie. She knew now that her future would include her son, as her lover and her child, but how would they proceed, could they be friends and lovers, mother and child? She knew that it had to be a secret love, no one would understand-could understand them.
As Tom unloaded the bags from the cab, Allie pulled Jack aside and confessed her love and desire for him. He smiled at his mother, his lover and said, "Mom I love you!"
"I love you too." She said with conviction, giving him a hug and a kiss on the cheek.
"Hey you two, how 'bout some help?" Tom said, as he rounded the corner.
The two lovers giggled and together joined the parade of bags and baggage into the apartment.
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Keywords: Jack, Miller, Mister, Ch., 08,