ログインSleepwalker Chapter 8By the time his erection had faded, he was visibly terrified, and he was softening rapidly as he breathed deeply and anxiously. I needed a few more seconds to process it, but I eventually came to terms with the horrifying reality that we had both been too preoccupied to listen.Donald had a vasectomy a long time ago, so we didn't use condoms or birth control pills. We neglected to take any more measures because we had become numb to their significance after going so long without them and because I had never intended to sleep with anybody other than my spouse.By that point, it was already too late to change anything. I felt my son's hand on my belly as he was about to plant his fertile seed. That fateful night he lost his virginity, there was nothing stopping him from breeding me and turning me
Sleepwalker Chapter 7Tom abruptly removed his dickey from my hot oven after pumping into me one more time. With its raw, honey-soaked lips squeezed tightly, it stared blankly, as if there was nothing it could squeeze.With a new sense of optimism, Donald's voice grew louder. "Is it over?"Realizing all too well that this was only the beginning, I shook my head in disapproval. "I don't think so. He still has to... you know. I mean, he hasn't finished.""He didn't, er, ccum?" Donald seemed to be struggling to speak the final syllable right before he spoke it.I was unable to provide any further explanation beyond, "I'm really sorry, honey. Not yet."Like a bag of potatoes, Tom scoo
Sleepwalker Chapter 6My hair was finally released from Tom's grip as he clasped my waist tightly with both hands. Despite my inability to see him, I imagined that he was positioning himself to meet my vaginal opening. A few seconds later, his member brushed against my opening, validating my worst suspicions. Juices were drenching me to the point that it felt strange. Never before have I been so drenched and resented my body for reacting to a touch I ought to hate.Manipulation was exciting me in ways I hadn't anticipated, and I despised my brain for turning against me. The fact that my son—of all people—was commanding me should have made me sick to my stomach, yet despite the abundance of his thick, salty, sticky cum, all I felt were butterflies. I could feel the enormous beast getting ready to pounce on me with unrestrained desire, and my body was
Sleepwalker Chapter 5Tom gloated as he poured a steady stream of hot, oily liquid into my gaping gullet, spitting out rope after rope. I felt a surge of dense, white cream that sounded like battery acid as the salty syrup flooded my mouth and tongue.The tip expelled another helping, which was then pressed against the rear wall and sprayed in all directions. It felt like a tidal wave swept across the countertops every time I washed the dishes because I would accidentally divert the water stream into the concave part of a spoon. Luckily, my lips was the only place Tom's mess—the warmer, stickier kind—could congeal.Another heavy torrent was sent into the pool of salty, pearlescent slime as Tom flexed in a menacing manner. With every thrust, his enlarged cockhead bruised my throat, but he didn't notice.
Sleepwalker Chapter 4Tom manipulated me like a puppet, forcing himself against the soft wall of my gullet while oblivious to the hideous sputtering I endured. In the brief moments between his protracted thrusts, I could barely catch my breath before he reinserted himself and severed my air supply.His repeated plunges caused another bitter tear to escape from the corner of my firmly clenched eye, making my cheeks bear yet another salty flag of humiliation, and he eventually pulled out once his balls were on my chin, allowing me to breathe.I had stopped feeling terror by that point; in fact, I had stopped feeling anything emotionally, except for a vague awareness of my own physical pain, and it was terrifyingly simple to adjust to Tom's habitual thrusting, no matter how intense it had been.
Sleepwalker Chapter 3Thankfully, Tom kept his eyes closed. It was very humiliating to have my breasts shown to him. Having been breastfed since he was a baby, he had never touched my breasts. I was grateful that he couldn't see the disgusting sight of blubber dripping from his fingertips, even if his hands were viciously ripping at the delicate milk bags that he had once devoured with ravenous appetite.He quickly worked the dough in his hands, grunting with satisfaction as he did so. My once-lifeless nipple transformed into a firm, pink jewel that protruded from my body as my body immediately reacted to the attention. No amount of extending his fingers allowed him to grasp even half of my enormous breast, and my rubbery areola was far too broad to accommodate in his palm."Darling," I said with a nervous swallow.
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