My Journals

A submissive mother finds true love in a way she never expected

When I was a small girl, my Mom bought me a journal, telling me I should write something every day. My first journal was of little girl things, my second filled from my thoughts when puberty came, my third after marriage and child birth. My journals I always kept from my husband, I never even told him about my journals, way too private sharing one’s thoughts. I am rather submissive person, my husband ruled and he certainly didn’t need to read my thoughts of any age.
One day my husband arrived home early and I had to hastily hide my current journal in a hurry. Husband went through our closet we shared, looking for I don’t know, for he would never answer my questions. Finding what he was looking for he accidently knocked the shoe box, where I quickly hidden my journal to the floor, my journal came pilling out. Examining he quickly reached to his pocket pulling a pen knife, cutting the lock strap, to my horror he started reading. Journal after marriage was mostly of my son and later parts were of my son growing, how beautiful I thought he was.
Keeping the journal with him, husband took to his home office or Study, as he liked to call it. Going to call him to dinner I heard him slurring, not to bother him and knew he was drinking. All evening he stayed in his Study drinking, my young son and I had gone to bed. Sleep I couldn’t, unsure what my husband may find offensive, he could very unpredictable to say the least, I’d learned over the years.
Into our bedroom my husband came with a pistol and carrying a length of rope, demanding I stripe all my clothing. Began screaming for our teenage son to come to our room as he tied my arms and legs to the bed frame, pointed the gun at my son and made him undress. My son seeing me lay with my dark haired pussy covered only of public hair, my large breasts with hard nipples, exposed to my son. Submissive I thought my husband was planning to fuck me but he screamed for our son I knew something else was up and begged him to release me.
“If both of you don’t do as I exactly say, I’m going to kill the two of you,” my son was very frighten as I was.
“Lay down between your mother’s legs or I’ll shoot her right now,” my eyes pleaded with my son to do as he was told, I feared for both our lives.
“Stretch your arm out along your mother’s and entwined your fingers between her fingers and don’t move a muscle. Don’t look at me, look her in the eyes,” husband duck taped our hands and wrists together, then taped each of our legs at our ankles. My hands and ankles were tied to each corner of the bed. My naked son now lay atop my naked body, the two of us scared out of our wits. Husband reached for his bottle before sitting in the dressing chair beside our bed, waving his pistol and demanding of our son.
“Fuck her and I’m going to sit here watch. She loves you so much, she won’t mind if you fuck her,” my son wasn’t hard, he was frightened.
Up from the chair husband went into our bathroom returning with his prescription of Viagra and a bottle of water pulling our son’s head back his hair and forcing how many pills into his mouth I don’t know. Filled Jess’s mouth until he had to swallow and sat back down to watch. No amount of pleading was to do either of us any good, not with the drunken state my husband was in, my head to the side of Jess’s head and away from my husband to see, I began to whisper in Jess’s ear.
“This is not your fault sweet heart. Don’t let your father’s evil mind ever think this any fault of yours,” a kiss to Jess’s cheek I gave but Jess’s cock began to harden, I could feel.
“I’m sorry Mom, I can’t stop it from happening,” Jess kissed my cheek.
Cock hardening atop my hairy pussy, felt really good and my wetting pussy could not be denied. Husband began snoring, Jess and I both turned our heads to see him passed out, and chin slumped to his chest. Rolling my hips and wiggling my ass, made Jess’s cock slip in. Oh my god, I screamed of my mind, not to panic Jess. How had my husband derived from my journal I would welcome my son’s cock, had seen many times he was jealous of my love for my son but nothing I’d written could possibly have, lead him to this.
“I’m sorry Mom but you are so beautiful,” involuntarily I began fucking my son’s hard cock.
“Don’t be Jess, this may be incest but it’s forced incest, not the fault of either one of us. Any shame you may feel belongs all on your father, he has always been jealous of you and the love I have for you,” eyes rolling to the back of my head, the utopia of my son’s cock buried deep inside me I orgasmed as never before.
“I’m sorry,” I whispered kissing Jess as he began fucking his mother. The orgasms of true love I was having, one after another, intensifying as one ended and another began.
“Jess, you feel so much better than your father, I can’t help myself,” gave Jess a very passionate kiss.
“Mom, I love you,” Jess whispered as his cock blew up inside his mother’s, wanton pussy.
“I love you, Jess,” Jess’s cock didn’t soften but that I credited to the Viagra he was forced to swallow but here we were locked together and I began fucking Jess as my huge orgasm ended and another began.
“Mom, do you want this,” Jess looking me in the eyes, I could not deny his question.
“I do now, I just had the orgasm nature has promised all women,” kissed Jess tongue in mouth. Our eyes locked to the other’s, we began fucking each other, lock together and Jess’s cock to stay hard for hours. With his father passed out, what else was there for us to do, the passion I was now feeling for my son my emotions I let out, whispering to Jess.
“Oh Baby, it feels so fanatic, your big cock buried deep in your mother’s pussy. I swear it feels as if you are where you belong, giving your mother wonderful orgasms,” I couldn’t stop myself from kissing Jess passionately.
“Mom, I feel the same way,” of Jess’s confession I couldn’t stop kissing him.
“If we could get freed from this bed, I’d suck your cock and eat your cum, showing you how much I truly love you,” prayed with looking in Jess’s eyes, my smile would tell him I meant every word I was saying.
“Mom, what are we going to do after this is over,” I couldn’t deny the pleading in my son’s eyes, he wasn’t going to want our love making to stop any more than I, when free.
“Jess, we were forced into this but I don’t know if I can ever stop now,” our lips locked together, kissing each other passionately with my confession. Hours we had to fuck, locked together and husband forcing Viagra down my son’s throat. My pussy so wet we needed no lubrication, like I’d never known with my husband, a dry fuck I was with him. Often he would make me suck his cock to finish him off and I think he took the Viagra to fuck me and punish me for what crimes I couldn’t conceive. Hours Jess and I fucked, until exhaustion took over and we finally had to sleep.
Jess’s cock stayed hard all during the night, even with sleep he needed, I would awake during the night feeling my son’s hard cock deep within his mother’s pussy. Light filtering in I awoke to see husband had awakened and was no longer sitting of the dressing chair. A few moments it took for me to realize we were no longer tied to the bed but arms and legs, still tape to the other’s.
Bringing our wrists to my face, the edge of the tape I was pulling at with my teeth when Jess’s eyes opened, realizing we could undo the tape half around each other’s wrist and hand we freed ourselves. As Jess removed the tape releasing our other hands, I was quite aware of his hard cock inside his mother’s pussy, he had to pull out of releasing our legs. The glistening wetness of my pussy juices on his hard cock, the first time I got to see, sent me the message more orgasms were to come. My legs Jess rubbed, returning circulation, before thinking of his own. That did it for me.
“We need to take care of that,” Jess watched my eyes go to his hard cock, all during our sex of the night I’d wanted sucking his cock. More than willing to do for him, I was forced do for his father, too bad his father was gone from the chair beside the bed and wouldn’t see how much more of a man his son was than he.
“Mom, we don’t have too, Dad forced us,” if Jess truly didn’t want his mother again he would not done, what he did next. Kiss me between my belly button and hairy pussy.
“Have to and want too, are two different things,” from eyes down to his big hard cock and back to Jess’s eyes, I prayed my smile told him of my want. My hands were still somewhat numb from Jess and I taped together, had to have Jess’s help sitting up but as soon as I was up on knees I had my son’s cock, in my mouth. Most all the night while Jess was fucking me I wanted to suck his cock and taste his cum, I satisfied myself for quite some time knowing after the many times he’d came during the night, he would last long.
Turning my back to him I piled pillow to support my head and shoulders, jacking my ass in the air offering my hairy pussy for him to fuck. In micro seconds my son’s hard cock was back in his mother wet, wanting pussy. I swear Jess fucked me for a good two hours, the pills his father forced him to take having its effects but I didn’t care. Never before in my life had I been more turned on and certainly not of his father, though my submissive nature why I became pregnant with Jess. Orgasms after orgasms, it was like thousands of little spark of electric shocks shooting out of my son’s cock and straight up to my brain.
Exhaustion took us both over after Jess emptied his balls once again in his mother’s wanting pussy, knew from this day forward if Jess wanted his mother’s pussy, it was his. Half-awake thinking of the wonder of it all, the doorbell penetrated my foggy mind, grabbing a rope and leaving Jess sleeping I answered the door. Two uniformed police were standing of the walkway, a man and a woman. Opening the door I kept my robe tightly to my chest, when the woman eyed me up and down, I assumed she was thinking why is she in a robe this time of day.
“Sorry Ma’am for disturbing you but have some bad news, are you alone in the house?”
“My son is napping, I was about to shower working in the flower beds,” I couldn’t imagine what news police would be coming to tell.
“Perhaps you’d better wake your son,” shaking Jess awake I told him to dress casual, we had police of the house wanting to talk to both of us. Jess and I seated of the living room couch, the police refused an offer of seating.
“Ma’am, Son,” the elder of the two police, the man began.
“We haven’t been able to reach you by phone. Your husband was killed in an auto accident, about four hours ago, an eighteen wheeler crossed into his lane and head on him,” the man looked so apologetic. Jess got up and checked the phone, the landline was disconnected, other phones of the must be also.
“I must have unplugged it while I was vacuuming,” talk about a moment you just want to roll your eyes but I knew it would be totally inappropriate, Jess came to my side.
“We’ll let ourselves out, Ma’am,” man police with his hat in hand.
“Mom are you okay,” Jess at my side, I hung my arms around his neck and Jess lifted me from the floor.
“I’m so sore I can hardly walk but I want more,” Jess and I kissed very passionately.

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