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TODAY'S FREE BONDAGE STORY |
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Sex for my mother
She watched the sun set through the window over the sink as she washed
the dinner dishes. She could hear her children shouting "questions",
playing Jeporady with the television in the living room. My father,
her husband, came up behind her, embraced her and began pinching her
nipples through her blouse as she continued to wash dishes. He rolled
the nubs between his fingers as she scrubbed. The hot water rolled
over her hands, but it was the way he grabbed her tits, palms over her
nipples, and squeezed them that brought heat to her face.
She didn't like sex. Maybe it was because she'd been sexually abused
as a kid and never gotten over it. Maybe she was just one of those
women with very little sex drive. I don't know. She hated the way it
felt. Even her babies nursing was difficult, and she didn't do it for
long. Their questing little mouths made her feel weird, like
electricity was flowing from her nipple to her womb and it wasn't
pleasant. It made her uncomfortable when he played with her breasts
this way. It always had, from the day they were married. She didn't
let him touch him before the wedding. Sometimes she regretted this.
Maybe if she had she would have known that she hated sex. Now she was
married, 'til death do us part, to this man whom she loved. Part of
her marriage duty was to provide sex for him. So she acquiesed
quietly. It was a sort of sacrifice on her part.
So she quietly accepted his hands now milking her teats and his
hardening cock against her back. Her cunt was now getting gooey and
wet. She hated this feeling too. It felt unclean. She liked being
clean and dry. She hated that her body got so obviously aroused, even
though she wasn't interested at all. He began humping against her back
as she scrubbed the final pan. He unbuttoned the buttons over her tits
and slid his hand under her blouse to caress her bra. She felt
humiliated, half dressed in the kitchen, her husbands hands violating
her breasts as he rutted on her back. What if the children came in?
(She needn't have worried about that, it took a crowbar to pry us off
the tube back then) What if a neighbor saw through the window?
As she finished he ordered her to "go upstairs." Just those two words,
but she knew what he meant. She went to their bedroom and closed the
door. She finished unbuttoning her blouse and removed it, laying it on
the bed. Same with her skirt, her hose, her bra and her underwear. She
took the pile of clothing to the adjoining master bathroom. She put
the clothing in the laundry hamper, the bra and hose in their separate
little net envelopes. She left the bathroom and went to her makeup
table to quickly freshen her perfume and makeup. Then my naked
mother prepared the bed by pulling the covers down and placing a
double folded towel on the bottom sheet. She lay down on the bed, her
butt on the towel, legs slightly spread. He wanted her to spread them
more, but this was as far as she could bring her self to spread them.
With the light fully on and wishing she could be doing almost anything
else, my mother lay on display. She waited for my father, thinking
about all the things she needed to do before they went to bed tonight,
the things that needed to be done tomorrow, all the things that have
to be done, over and over...
She heard him on the stairs. He opened the door, came in, closed it
and locked it behind him. He fell on her, kissing her mouth. She's
always thought french kissing was disgusting. He's her husband, so she
told herself that it should be okay, but she could never convince
herself. His hands went to her breasts again and though he'd gone soft
she ccould feel him getting harder against her thigh. He pushed her
legs farther apart with his knees and humped his hard dick against her
cunt. He pushed into her deeply, easily because the nipple stimulation
left her wet. Now in addition to the uncomfortable electricity in her
nipples and crotch she was full, as if her vagina was bloated. His
entire length slid into her the on the first thrust. She wanted to
squirm under him, but she kept control of her body. She would give him
sex but she refused to accept the humiliation of reacting like a slut
to it. My father fucked her, a few slow strokes to get himself into
position and warmed up, and then he let her have it. He pounded his
crotch into her pussy, pulled out and shoved it in again. She panted
and stifled a moan. He continued to pump his cock in her cunt. She
tried to figure out how to fit all the things that need to be done
tomorrow into one day as his dick pistoned inside her and his hands
roamed her body, pinching her nipples, squeezing her breasts, now
holding on to her shoulders for leverage, now grabbing her butt and
hips so that he could pull her to him and wedge his cock as deeply
into her as possible. He sucked a nipple into his mouth and she could
not take the discomfort any more. She squirmed and moaned underneath
him. She did not like these sensations, but her body knew that this is
sexual arousal and so she bucked and squealed like a slut, humiliated
by her body's actions. She felt her husband's dick become momentarily
larger, harder and then the pulsing and warmth deep inside her. He was
peeing his semen into her. She knew it wasn't exactly like peeing, but
that's what it seemed like to her. She lay quietly as he defiled her
body with his cum. She tried not to think about getting pregnant
again, about the unbearable thought of another infant's gummy, chewing
suckle on her nipples.
He fucked her slowly and gently as he softened. After what seemed like
an eternity he sliped out and a moment later he rolled off of her. She
closeed her legs, wincing at the gooey feeling of their mixed fluids
on her upper thighs. She lay there as my father cleaned himself up in
their bathroom. The other reason she hated sex was because afterwards
she often felt this weird longing, but she didn't know for what. It
was as if it wasn't enough for her body to squirm and moan during sex,
it wanted more after her husband was done. After he was clean my
father left to see what us kids had gotten up to. Her body calmed down
and she headed into the bathroom.
In the bathroom she prepared the douchebag. 2qts of warm water with
vinegar. She sat on the toliet, peed and then pushed the nozzle up
where my father so recently was. The warm water washed away the goo
and when it finished she felt cleaner. She quickly showered and put on
her pink housedress, then she went downstairs to join the rest of us. |
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