Jeremy welcomed the blows. The stinging pain was nothing compared to the pain he had inside and did nothing to shield himself.
She stopped, seeing the pain in her boy’s face, the tears pouring down his cheeks. Finally, she stopped. Seeing she was still completely exposed to her son, she pulled her robe closed, then reached up and stroked the boy’s face seeing the vivid red hand prints. Her panting slowing, her breathing getting under control, she turned and strode across the room and stood facing the corner. Finally, she turned and came back and looked at the distraught face. “Ok, tell me why you did this? Why did you fuck your own mother?”
Jeremy looked up, deep, sad eyes, “I didn’t want to, but I had no choice. I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m really sorry.” He said crying again. He loved his mother, and never wanted to hurt her. Never wanted this to permanently ruin everything for the rest of their lives.
Steph looked at her son and saw real pain. She led him over to the bed and sweeping the tossed clothes aside, sat down. “Ok, I’m pissed as hell, and I cannot even imagine anything you could say…” She looked around the room, “Look around, this might be the last time you’ll ever be here, so tell me everything. If you leave anything out, the clock starts. You’ll have 30 minutes to pack what you need into your car and get the fuck as far away from me as you can.”
Jeremy felt like throwing up. He’d never heard his mom ever use the ‘f’ word. He caused that, and as minor as that was, just added to his feeling of guilt. Straightening up, he knew that if the end was near, just get it over with. He thought about perhaps going to LA and trying to start his new life out there. He looked at his mom, “Ok, I’ll tell you, then I’ll pack up. I’m so sorry, I want to go back, undo everything, I do.”
Stephanie was ultra-pissed, but also intrigued what came over her perfect son to basically rape her while she slept. She thought back to getting into the airport at 6 AM. Her body screaming out for sleep. Why had she let the Chinese take her out on the town to celebrate their deal? She was fairly hung over when she boarded the 16-hour flight and try as hard as she could, she could never sleep on planes.
She got home with a huge feeling of relief, all her senses taking in the familiar smells, sights, feeling of the perfect shower head, the satin sheets. Perhaps she should have put on a night shirt, but she was exhausted. She took a sleeping pill since she still felt a bit wired from the trip. Then waking up, remembering incredibly vivid sex dreams, dreams about being fucked hard, aggressively by a large cock, and when she woke, she felt throbbing between her legs. She touch herself, wondering if she was wet and found a strange feeling mound, like it wasn’t hers. She sat up and saw a clean-shaven twat and as she felt the sticky fluids leaking out of her, saw obvious semen dripping from her fingers. Her pussy felt sore, almost bruised. In her confusion, she thought maybe one of the Chinese businessmen took her back to his room and did this, but then she looked around. Realization hit. She was in her own bedroom, back in the states and her husband would still be in Chicago, leaving just now. Jeremy! Her sweet, innocent son must have seen her sleeping naked and took advantage of her.