I went home pleased but feeling a little cheated and went to bed.She looks down at me. Remember, Samuel, you can’t tell anyone about our relationship or about your powers.They all looked dashing.Katy started squealing in protest mature so Laura slapped her again.I heard Joe give out a series of grunts.All in all, I european bought four pairs old of jeans.It just touched it.You gonna anal come?She calmly set Kate's palms on her knockers.She covered her mom's hands with hers.She tried it on me too, but I think I fought it off.We worked towards that amazing release as a couple.I know you can almost do miracles, but this is beyond miraculous.The sight was amateur very erotic, even awe inspiring.Before long, Tina leaned back, bracing herself on her hands behind her. Then he said something about having to pick up one of the girls.That was a phew moment. Took a long shower, and douched as best I could with how sore mature I was…believed that I had dodged a bullet.Then I looked in the mirror as I dried off…my chest, both my tits…those bite marks were real and not going anywhere for a while, neither were the hickey’s…but the big chock was…There was writing on my body…and circles, and a couple arrows.Took me a second or two to translate them in reverse… I am my son’s whore … This is where I put my cum written on my inner thigh with an arrow pointing between my legs. And then another one, in larger letters, just below my belly button… This body is property of Kyle with a circle drawn around my mound and pussy. I quickly tried to scrub it off…it was not going anywhere. Most likely he used the laundry marker…shit, guess this was one way to keep me covered up.Since I generally slept in the nude…quite sure Ken would notice me in pajamas. I would have to figure something out.None of this was as debilitating as the stretched throat and jaw muscles, had to wonder how I was to communicate…especially in regards to confronting Kyle. This was too much…it had to stop.Chapter 3Thankfully, Kyle had disappeared at least for the rest of the day…and was out the door to school before I even was ready for work the next day.That whole day I was in recovery mode, in the morning it was easier to use head and hand movements to communicate than try to croak out a few words, but by the afternoon amateur anal I was sufficient at hoarsely speaking a few words at a time.The need to put what had happened yesterday behind me was paramount in my priorities…but still no Kyle, he avoided making any contact with me. It did not help that to keep my physical blemishes hidden, I had to be the first to bed and the first out of the house.The week rolled into Wednesday, the markers still perfectly legible but lightening…and the hickey’s were slowly subsiding into yellowish obscurity, even though there were scabs on the bite marks, the irritation around them was gone. Felt has though by the weekend at least my upper torso would be close to normal…the writing might take a little bit more time. This healing also old was tempering european my anger at my son…and somehow validating my reaction based on self-victimization.Over night, I woke up covered in sweat…it was dream…no it was a nightmare…well maybe not from how wet my vagina was. The dream was of Kyle having his way with me…in all my orifices…including anally. The one area that has been off limits to anyone…it has never been violated, my ass was still a virgin…in my dream I had begged Kyle to take it…and just before I woke up, I had rolled over in my dream and my belly was swollen as if I was almost full term pregnant. The words, This body belongs to Kyle was tattooed in *********** under my extruded belly…. written in marker on my belly, Kyle’s baby .Took me a minute to catch my breath…what did it mean?