Brutally Fucked!

Brutally Fucked!

Lady Devreux

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Editore: Lady Devreux
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Ellen is the definition of kindness- as a special education teacher, her life revolves around helping others. Her secret? She wants to be taken, brutally fucked, and not by her soft spoken husband. When an online stranger orders her to a motel room, she accepts- but she soon discovers that he is not some stranger at all, but her son!
The turning point for me was when he showed me that shirtless picture of himself- and then he told me what to do.
Whether sex happened or not, which I expected it would, it was the second part of the conversation that had spurred me to abandon any restraint and go through with this. I had only seen his chest, and I had no idea what his cock looked like, but that really did not matter. What mattered was that he had naturally taken control, and that was what I was looking for- someone to put me in my place.
Like the dirty girl you know you are- and dirty girls cheat on their husbands!
Yes, they do.
I got out of the car, my thin legs shaking in my black heels- I was not used to walking on them, but since I was meeting what was going to be the only affair of my life, I may as well dress specially for the occasion. The black shoes made my five foot frame a whole five foot four inches tall, and as I made my way across the pitted asphalt of the old motel parking lot, I noticed that the room looked completely empty. There was no light on behind the door.
Is this whole thing a set up- you know, you can still turn back, Ellen.
I was at the door now- the room sounded quiet, and as I turned the metal handle, I was surprised that the door was unlocked.
Inside, I found the standard run down room I was expecting- a single full size bed with mismatched black and white blankets and two pillows, a cheaply made nightstand and lamp with cigarette burns in the “wood”, and a television that was bolted into the wall. The place had a stench of lingering sex almost- a mixture of the sweat of the many people who had come through these doors at one time or another, spiked with the added aroma of old cigarettes and general decay.
I don’t know what I was expecting, but it was not an empty room. Maybe this whole thing was a ruse, maybe the cleaning people here had left this room open by mistake?
Yeah, right, with all the junkies and homeless people around here.
Then I noticed a note on the television screen- it was handwritten, in block script, the letters vaguely familiar though I could not place where I had seen this person’s writing before. Ever since they stopped teaching people cursive, all writing seemed to look the same, so maybe I was just reading into it too much.
Make yourself at home. I had to go to the store- when I get back, I want you on the bed, fingering your pussy, and ready to do what I say!
Direct and to the point- this man knew that I was going to come here, or at least he had a good idea that I was going to show up, so it did not surprise me that he was still directing the show from afar.
Turning on the dim light, I then took off my high heels. Climbing onto the bed, my fingers reached underneath the fabric of my black dress, and I slid them underneath the cotton fabric of my panties.
I wonder what is taking him so long- I wonder how big his cock is?
I bet he is going to come in here and fuck me like I have never been fucked before.
Two of my fingers were now inside of me, as I imagined what was about to happen. The anticipation was killing me- now that I had decided to do this, I wanted him now, and I did not want to wait any longer!
The door suddenly opened, just as I was starting to get wet.
I saw that the strange man who I was waiting on was no other than my son, Harry!
“Mom, what the fuck?” Harry said.
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