It Was More Than Enough Ch 03

This Dark Fantasy, Concerning Two Wounded People, Continues. Be FOREWARNED: This Story Contains Certain Sexual Acts That Some Readers Might Find Objectionable. I Would Tell You More, But Then You Might Not Read The Story...Lol. Although It's One Series, I've Changed Catagories Again Hoping It Reflects The Spirit Of The Chapter. I Don't Write To Purposely Offend Readers, But Obviously This Won't Be Everyone's Cup Of Tea. Proceed With Caution. Hopefully Some Of You Will Enjoy This Dark, Twisted, Fairytale.

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In the months following her disgrace in the parking lot of her Savings And Loan, Kimberly Bentley had two reoccurring dreams.

In the first, she was being crucified. As the thugs held her down against a makeshift cross, Amber pounded spikes through her wrists. As she writhed against the wood, feeling the splinters in her ass, she shrieked out in pain. Begging for mercy, Amber laughingly ignored her, and pounded a large spike through both her feet.

The two thugs raised the cross, and Kimberly looked down on the crowd of people enjoying her torture. As the people laughed at her, calling her bad names, some spitting on her, Amber winked and grinned as her victim began slobbering all over herself.

Kimberly wanted to cum so badly, but was unable to. She would never be able to cum the rest of her life, which wouldn't last much longer. She would just have to hang there wanting to cum, but waiting to die.

The second dream also took place in the parking lot. It was the dream she had most often, and it wasn't as violent. In it, Monica Ellison, a woman just a few years younger than herself, owner of the successful bookstore Kimberly helped finance, broke away from her husband, pushed aside the thug tormenting her, and took his place.

As the cruel crowd of spectators laughed even louder, which caused Kimberly's girl parts to tingle and swell, Monica's hands gripped her shoulders, then began sliding down her slick back. As the mother continued sucking on her son's hard cock, she knew what Monica intended to do.

"Don't," cried out Kimberly in her mind. "Don't do this to me!"

There was no stopping Monica. There was no stopping anything. The more people laughed, the more excited Kimberly became. She was just an animal now, no better than farm livestock, putting on a sex show for people who obviously hated her.

Monica's fingers slipped down the crack of her ass, seeking out her most secret of places, now on display for the whole world to see.

"Oh, don't," she thought wildly. "Please don't touch me there. Oh, please, Monica, I'm not gay. Why are you doing this to me? Please don't put your fingers in me!"

Monica's fingers were pushing inside her anyway, exploring the banker's most intimate areas, causing an electric charge to shoot up her spine. She felt her clit swell up, about to explode. Deep down, she secretly wanted to be abused by the good looking bookstore owner.

Kimberly enjoyed being a naughty girl!

She was about to cum. She was going to do it. She was going to have an orgasm in front of her son, Amber, and a parking lot full of leering, sex crazed, people.

Her son had his own orgasm. What did he care? He liked what his mother was doing to him. His excited jism shot down her throat, filled her frantic mouth, then overflowed it, dribbling down her chin.

There were two parts of her. The first part just wanted her to have her orgasm. It was all sexual, and she was a sexual animal.

The other part of her was aroused too, but for completely different reasons. That part wanted to be punished. That part was excited by the shame and humiliation. It made her feel like a teenager doing something wrong.

"Don't laugh at us--Oh, God, PLEASE STOP LAUGHING!"

The orgasm started deep in her belly, and erupted like a powder keg of pure sensation. She wanted everyone to watch her as she sucked off her son. She wanted everyone to watch her the moment she lost control of herself. She wanted everyone to know what she really was. Take away her expensive clothes, let down her hair, make her naked, and everyone would see she was just a freak!

This was her punishment for what happened to Amber. This was all Amber's doing, but it was her son's fault for what he'd done to his former girlfriend. He had brought this shame down upon their house. Now look at the two of them!

"Oh, God, Monica, I'm cumming... I'm CUMMING!"

The dream always ended the same way, and she would wake up gasping for air, wondering if she had cried out in her sleep, squirming beneath damp bedsheets.... Her reputation ruined forever, and her not giving a damn anymore!

Kimberly Bentley had just turned thirty-six when she sold her family's Savings And Loan for a bargain basement price. The man who bought it, an older banker from the southern part of the state, a man she'd done business with in the past, had obviously seen the sex tapes of Kimberly and her son.

He had to know why he was purchasing the S&L at such a reduced price. The old man kept glancing at Kimberly as he signed the papers, probably fantasizing about her the entire time. Was it just her imagination? She would never know for sure.

She got a better price for the house she had built ten years earlier. After both sales were complete, she had six million dollars to work with. Not an insignificant sum, but it should have been five times that amount.

There was nothing left for her in the rural community where she had grown up. Once the most powerful woman in the county, she and her son were now the laughingstocks of the entire area. They'd become virtual outcasts amongst their neighbors, employees, and what few friends they'd had. It was impossible for her to do business afterwards.

Although the sex act she'd been forced to perform on her son was a sexual assault of the most vile nature, it appeared to many that the two of them had enjoyed themselves. Nothing she could say would make any difference. People believed what they wanted to believe.

Amber had been responsible for the rape, the word Kimberly used to describe what happened to her, and had completely gotten away with it. She had thought about pressing charges against the young woman, but realized it would only make matters worse. One had to know when to cut their losses.

Although she considered herself agnostic, she came from the only Jewish family within a hundred miles. Growing up she always felt the keen difference that seemed to make with the people living around her, even though her family wasn't religious at all. As if being Jewish somehow made her different from her rural neighbors.

Kimberly was just a girl when she gave birth to her son Kyle, the result of a date rape with the captain of the high school's football team. Her family had strongly urged her to abort the pregnancy, but being strong willed and headstrong, she had refused. She had needed something good to come out of the rape, and she never regretted the birth of her son Kyle.

When she was barely twenty-two, her entire family had been killed in a plane crash. They had been returning from a banking conference, and the plane had gone down in a storm off the east coast.

She had been urged to sell the Savings And Loan after the tragedy, but she had been working there since she was a teenager and didnt know what else to do with her life. She carried on the business alone.

Against all odds, she not only ran the institution with efficiency, but she actually grew the business. By the time she was thirty, she was a millionaire. She was thought of as ruthless by many, but she considered herself pragmatic. In the financial world one had to be.

Kyle's current girlfriend, a beautiful young woman who had just graduated from high school, and whom Kyle himself had told his mother might be the "one," had broken it off with him after the sex tapes had been splashed across the internet. Her parents had insisted, calling Kyle and his mother perverts.

She was a nice enough woman, but Kimberly had always favored her son's previous girlfriend, Amber. She had welcomed Amber into her home, employed her part time at the S&L, and considered her part of the family. She had sincerely hoped Amber would become her daughter-in-law.

After Amber's trouble, after everything had gone so horrifically wrong, Kyle had broken it off with her, much to Kimberly's dismay. Of course there was no solution for that. She couldn't force her son to remain in love with Amber, much as she may have wanted him to.

She had done everything she could for Amber in the aftermath, but the young woman had remained angry and bitter. Had Kimberly realized just how bitter, she might have handled the situation differently. It was all a moot point now. Amber had taken her revenge out on them both.

Kimberly's boyfriend Rob, the man she thought she would one day marry, had cast her aside after the rape. She had expected sympathy from him. She had expected to run to him, hoping he would comfort her in his sheltering arms. He had seen the videos of mother and son, and had formed his own conclusions. Instead of being there for her, he had called her names---Ugly, Hurtful, Names!

He accused her of being some sort of 'Sex Fiend', and said she was obviously 'Perverted'. He called her a 'Bitch In Heat', and accused her of being a 'Dirty Slut'. The final straw was when he called her a 'Filthy, Jewish, Tramp'!

She would have never believed he could be so brutal or cold. She would have never thought he was a racist. Yet there it was, coming out of him at a time when she needed him the most.

It was all over between them. He had avoided her for weeks, then dropped her over the phone. She sobbed for an hour afterwards, and cried at odd times for a month. Yet remarkably, she had found real love with another.

The night of that phone call was the first time she slept with her son. It had started innocently enough. A month after their ordeal, she and Kyle were barely on speaking terms. She had gone to his room to clear the air, and present her ideas for the future.

Seeing what he had been watching on his computer, she was trying to flee his room when he accidently tore off her bathrobe. The two of them were naked together again, only this time in the privacy of a bedroom. Kyle had flung her on his bed, got on top of her, and raped her.

Well... It wasn't exactly a rape. Far from it. It was unexpected to be sure, but she hadn't tried to fight him off. Having just had her heart broken, and with an incredibly strong sex drive needing attention, she had let him have his way with her.

Afterwards she had invited him into her bedroom, and seduced him properly. She no longer cared what others might say. If people were going to call her names, they might as well have good reason to.

What she hadn't counted on, what she couldn't possibly have foreseen, was that she might fall in love with her own son. Yet it had happened, and she thanked her lucky stars he loved her in return the same way.

Now, a little over six months later, she stood on the deck of the ship they'd booked passage on, and watched as they approached the African coast. The night before the Captain of the ship had married them in a simple ceremony. She was now a wife and mother, although not in the way that term was usually applied.

She felt Kyle's strong hands on her waist, and she leaned back into him. She felt incredibly secure whenever he held her. Of all the men she'd had sex with, admittedly the list wasn't that lengthy, her son was the man she most truly adored.

Kyle understood her. He valued her opinions. He trusted her. Most importantly, he wanted her. Good days, bad days, whether she felt attractive or not, he always looked at her with desire in his eyes.

They were often like a couple of honeymooners, making love several times a day. Sometimes they stay naked for weeks at a time, lovingly cuddled together on the couch, or raucously fucking on the basement floor, one of Kyle's favorite places to screw.

Rather than growing bored with one another while hiding from the outside world, their attraction increased, especially when they began acting out one another's most secret sexual fantasies.

Their forced sexual encounter was eventually pushed to the back of both their minds. In a bizarre way, Amber had actually done them a service. She had brought two soulmates together. Had it not been for Amber's evil little plot, Kimberly would have never discovered the man she was meant to be with.

Now her son called her by her first name, except when they were screwing, when he insisted on calling her Mom. If he was particularly excited at the moment of truth, he called her Mommy. It was a quirk that bothered her at first. A constant reminder of who they actually were to one another.

If calling her Mom during sex meant that much to him, she decided she wouldn't stop him. She wanted him to be happy, and above all else she wanted to please him.

Seven months into their sexual lives, no act was too intimate for the two of them.

Kimberly had never heard the term 'Golden Shower' when they became lovers. Now, she had given her baby several. The best had been the time she downed several beers, straddled him on his hands and knees, and urinated forcefully on his lower back, her piss running down the crack of his ass, and flowing over his excited balls.

Kyle had an orgasm without even being touched, ejaculating forcefully on the floor, crying out 'Mommy' as he did. She didn't understand why he found it so exciting, until she let him pee on her a few weeks later.

As he pissed on her in the basement, his strong flow spraying her down from her forehead to her lower stomach, she felt her clit swelling with excitment. She quickly repositioned herself, begging him to pee directly on her cunt. When he did, she also had a shattering climax.

Afterwards, still wet with urine, they fucked with reckless abandon. Much to her delight, more weird sex followed.

Kimberly's fantasy since she was nineteen, was to fuck a man with her long, slim, strap on dildo. She had bought it as a lark, keeping it hidden away for years. Now she saw her chance to use it.

She could tell her baby was reluctant at first, but he badly wanted to please her. All they had were each other now. The day finally arrived when he allowed her to use it.

Slathering on a great deal of lubricant, she slowly worked her way past his tight, puckered, ass hole. Once she was completely up inside him, she began to slowly fuck his ass. He writhed beneath her as she did, grunting, panting, and finally whimpering in high pitched little moans.

"Oh God, Mom... Oh, God, YES!"

The dildo was made so that as she fucked her partner, her clit was being stimulated at the same time. She climaxed before he did, calling him her special, wonderful, bitch, and whispering that now he knew what it was like being a woman.

After her excitingly intense orgasm, she slowly pulled out of him, turned him around, and got him to suck on the dildo, tasting himself as she deliciously fucked his mouth. Again her son managed to cum without actually having his throbbing cock touched.

Maybe the two of them really were perverted!

Still, between consenting adults, what was unnatural or perverted behavior? As far as mother and son were concerned, nothing. They both felt their sex lives were as rich and rewarding as either one of them could have hoped. They were so intimate, that at times they felt like one person.

Kimberly's only concern was that someday Kyle would leave her for a younger woman. She was, after all, fifteen years older than him. How would he feel about her when he was thirty-five, and she was fifty? What would she do with herself then? She tried not to think about it.

As she leaned back against her lover on the bow of the ship, she thought about the bank they had bought in Saint Marco, the capital of Nishamore. It was in financial trouble on the brink of collapse. Kimberly Bentley had studied its problems from afar, and felt certain she could save the mismanaged institution.

She bought it almost as cheaply as what she'd been paid for the S&L. Once she turned things around, she had big plans for their lives in Nishamore. Kyle had been reluctant to leave the United States at first. When he became aware of the country's history, studied the banks troubled past, and realized the internet was heavily restricted there, he decided to accompany his mother.

Besides, how would he live without her?

The thought of life without Kimberly was unthinkable. He woke each day thinking about her, and went to sleep each night beside her. Just her smile could make the difference between a good or bad day for him. Now that they were legally married, he felt his life was complete.

He intended to spend the rest of his life with his Wife/Mommy!

Kyle had never had a more satisfying lover. Truth be known, he had been with more partners than his mother ever had. She could count all her lovers on one hand. Kyle needed a sheet of paper to write all his down.

After taking up with his last girlfriend Kathy, an adventurous high school senior with a body that matched her libido, he thought he had stumbled upon his future mate.

Little did he know his mate would turn out being his former mother. Former, because they were well beyond that limited relationship now. Kimberly was his true soulmate. He had never known a woman like her before. Although she was fifteen years older, she had the sexual energy of a woman his own age.

Nothing was beyond her tastes or limits, and for a woman in her later thirties, she had a body to die for. Sometimes he tried to imagine what she must have looked like naked in her late twenties or teens, but realized it was a foolish contemplation. Everything about Kimberly was the now, and she had an intellect that surpassed even her feminine charms.

It only took him one crazy night in her bed to fall genuinely, hopelessly, completely, in love with her! She was the dream woman he could only imagine before getting to know her sexually. He would do anything she asked of him.

Had she wanted him to commit cold blooded murder, he certainly would have. Anything to please her. Anything to remain in her good graces. If she were to suddenly die in some accident, he would surely have to follow. Life without her now was unimaginable.

Amber had sought to destroy Kyle and his Mother. Instead, she had brought them together.

Now, with his true love leaning back against him, his hands around her waist, he watched as they approached the coast of Nishamore. They were embarking on a new life together. They were going to build a new financial empire, and they were going to do it as a newly married couple.

They were still an hour out, and two hours before they'd have to go ashore. He kissed her on the cheek, then turned her around so she was facing him.

"Yes," she asked politely, but in a hushed, childlike tone. The tone that drove him crazy. She knew what he was going to say before he could ask her. She smiled at him, took his hand, and led him back to their cabin.

Five minutes later, after both of them had hurriedly disrobed, she climbed on top of him and guided his aching cock up inside her. He held her hips, letting her do most of the work, making love slowly, occasionally moving one of his hands up to play with one her hard nipples.

All the crazy sexual things they did were fun, but it was this basic, intense, lovemaking, that cemented their devotion to one another. Looking into his wife's dark eyes, he knew there was no other place he'd rather be. No other woman he'd rather be with.

It didn't take long for her skin to take on the wet sheen that signaled her sexual excitement. Their bodies made sucking, liquid, sounds. She tightened herself around him, then moaned a little. She leaned down and kissed him.