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This did happen. It is real and I am not sure how I should be feeling about it. My name is Shanti. I'm a recently divorced . I am well built 36 years old, 5'2" tall, and 105 pounds with 36A breasts. I have a 18-year-old son, Bedi. He is 5'9" and has girls chasing him day and night when he's not playing basketball, football and hockey.

Over the past few weeks I've been experiencing difficulty sleeping, due to my divorce. My family doctor prescribed some sleeping pills to help get me through this rough period. Bedi was supportive during this period and even brought me the pills just before I went to bed.

When I awoke the next morning two things became apparent, I was fully rested and my nipples and pussy were very sore. While showering I noticed my nipples felt as if they had been sucked all night. Even when Bedi was a baby my breasts never got much larger. My dark brown nipples however grew to almost 1 1/2" in length. They never completely returned to their pre nursing days. It also felt like my clitoris had been badly abused. It was sore and very sensitive. I got dressed and went to work, completely forgetting about my body's aches and pains.

Over the course of the next 5 nights, I began to feel that I wasn't sleeping alone. My nipples, clitoris and pussy constantly felt like they were being used and abused. I suspected what was going on but refused to believe it. I had to find out what really was going on but knew I couldn't come right out and ask him if he fucked me.

On Friday night I decided to perform a little experiment. When Bedi gave me my pill I palmed it and pretended to swallow it. About an hour later I heard my bedroom door open very quietly. Playing asleep I tried to control my breathing.

Suddenly my head was covered and my arms and legs were pinned in a spread-eagle manner. I started to struggle and was about to scream when a pillow was put over my face. Unable to breathe I began panicking and must have passed out.

When I awoke I had some form of gag in my mouth and my eyes were covered with some form of blindfold. Slowly my nightgown was pushed up, exposing my pussy and breasts. I felt a mouth begin suckling on my left nipple. He was not gentle. He was sucking as hard as possible and my nipple grew longer and harder. As much as I was revolted, and continued thrashing about, my pussy grew hotter and wetter by the second.

Shifting his position, my right nipple now became the focus of his attentions. As he sucked, he began tickling and tweaking my clitoris. I have never experienced this combination of pain and Shanti sure before. Without the ability to stop it, I experienced the most intense orgasm I think I've experienced in many years. As I began to regain my senses I could hear the sound of a package being opened. I came to the realization of what was to happen next.

Listening intently I heard a condom being put on and he crawled between my legs. Again I began thrashing about but it was of now avail. My legs were spread, my exposed pussy was leaking cum and a sheathed prick was rubbing up against my clitoris and then entering me. Try as I might to resist entry, my body continued to betray me. My pussy willingly accepted this very long and thick invader, until I thought it would tear me apart. It only stopped when he hit my cervix.

Never have I felt so full in my life. My husband of 20 years and Bedi's father only had a 6 inch dick and didn't possess the tools to produce the sensations I was now experiencing. As he began withdrawing and thrusting into my pussy, my clit was rubbing against this rock hard shaft. My thrashings of resistance were quickly becoming thrashings of ecstasy. I was screaming into my gag as orgasmic spasms wracked my body.

This abuse seemed to go on forever. I lost count of my orgasms. They seemed to run together for God only knows how long. My cunt and clit were screaming for the... sure to both stop and continue. At some point I passed out. When I regained consciousness the sun was shining in the window and it was 9:30 AM, Saturday morning. The blindfold had been removed but I was still tied and gagged. I was very mad.

Bedi was sitting on my bed watching me come awake. I had the strong urge to piss but was unable to move. Sensing I needed the bathroom, he untied my legs and then tied them together. He then untied my lifeless arms and tied them behind my back. As the blood rushed through the veins the pain was excruciating. As he led me down the hall to the bathroom I tried to plan my escape. Instead of looking for an escape route my eyes kept going back to his semi hard cock. God it must have been over 10 inches long. No wonder the girls were after him. My son smiled and said he knew I was awake last night. He enjoyed it so much more knowing I was also enjoying the rape.

After emptying my bladder I was led back to my bed and very carefully he retied me and left the room. He returned shortly carrying his electric razor. My cunt was shaved in a matter of minutes. Again I could feel my nipples, cunt and clit betraying me.

I was hot and ready for fucking again. I never realized it until he said it but in spite of it being rape and incest, I did enjoy it. As he lay between my legs and began sucking my clit the juices literally flowed from my cunt. He told me my juices were a milky color and had a tangy and pungent taste. I began to orgasm like never before.

For the next three days Bedi fucked me whenever he wanted. I soon began realizing that when he wasn't around I felt empty and alone. I could almost sense my submissiveness towards him beginning. When he removed the gag from my mouth he told me not to scream or he would tie me down again and never fuck again.

I felt a sense of dread. Not from being tied down but from never being fucked by his magnificent cock again. I'm not a sex slave but I do whatever he says. I never wear panties, my cunt remains shaved (he won't let me call it my pussy) I'm continually wracked with lust and some guilt. I know it's wrong but it's also so right. I'm able to sleep without drugs, and my son is the excellent lover my cunt needs.

I need him to continue loving me but I also want him to stop. Will I survive if he stops?