.!" He stammered. " I didn't mean that, mom." He was fruitlessly trying to defend himself. "You must be mistaken."Itching in my pussy was reaching to ...its crescendo and I was not in a position to pretend anymore."Don't worry son, I'm not mad at you." I assured him. " I know it's quite natural. But, do you really like to fuck your mom, honey?" I asked in a low, whispery voice.Jonny stood, speechless; he could not believe what he was hearing. At lost he swallowed and nodded positively.I slowly. The scrawny kid who came too soon but fucked me anyway, his pelvic bonepounding against my entrance and bruising me as he worked me hard andfinally came a second time. The businessman who made me call him "Daddy"and thank him for spanking me while he sodomized me with a rattle. Theyare all there, elements of the larger work, a vision of hell.I don't know how long I was there when my release finally came, maybe afew months, maybe years. I do know how it came about. I was on thecouch in. Every podcast started the same, so much so that Jane had long since ceased to consciously process the introductory sentences.Of course, this meant that they simply delved deeper and deeper into her subconscious."I need to be Wifey for my husband."Jane had listened to her podcasts every day now, for nearly a month, choosing a different one to repeat each time. The ritual was always the same: strip down to minimal clothing, take the pill, relax back, put the ear buds into her ears, and then. "Thank you, I've had practice over the years," he replied with a smile. He placed his hands on her hips which slowly moved down to her ass as he gazed into her eyes. "I want you."Katerina gasped not with shock but with lust as that's what she wanted too. Ever since she laid her eyes on him, all she wanted to do was kiss his lips, have his hands run down her body, and his tongue pleasuring her womanhood. She felt herself getting wet. Katerina kissed him hungrily with lust and passion.They went.