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Still managed to get down the hallway to my bedroom before the garage door opened. The scent of cum permeated the air…some of which was emanating from my mouth, but also the trail that I was leaving from the stream down my leg. As quickly as possible made my way to the bathroom and got into the shower, dropping my clothes on the floor. Just managed to get under the water when I heard Ken call out. I tried to respond that I was in the shower, but it was as if I had laryngitis…it was more of a croak than words. Thankfully when Ken opened the bedroom door, he realized I was in the shower and yelled never mind. 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 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 asian the hickey’s…but the big chock was…There was writing on my body…and circles, and a couple arrows. Took me a second basement 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 3 Thankfully, 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 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 japanese upper torso would be close to normal…the writing might take a little bit more time. This healing also was tempering 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…. He grabbed a fistful of her hair and pounded her from behind in doggy style. We talked about other reactions that we might trigger, such as hunger, thirst, laughter, and asian crying. Danni started tongue fucking her which caused Kimmie to tremor as she looked over at Joe and moaned, “Well, what are you waiting for? I tried to concentrate on the cock in my mouth as Kirk began to lick up and down my wet slit. I didn't know what to expect, but I had a bad feeling about it. One held a flowchart showing the evolution of the Roman state, another had bullet points of the major events a World War I. The figure stopped at one desk. I sat on one couch between Momo and Jenny and Lorraine sat on another between Peter and Steve. In this love game of sucking and pressing, both mom and son were soon tired and began gasping for breath. The giant toy I felt was his knot. Zahra was ripping as viciously as she could to regain control. The Sunday where all the other students arrived to move into their dorms had finally came and I was unbelievably thrilled. We agreed upon a wardrobe theme: tease. I took a step back to get a good visual and absorb the entire japanese effort she put into this night. The next morning, we unexpectedly ran into each other in the lobby. “Damn it, if Deana finds out how good you basement are she might forget about me.” The branding iron was painful but quick, two tattoos on her sensitive hips would probably be a longer lasting dull pain. I added, tacking my last name on hoping it would mean something to her. Her tittie rings a jingled and jangeled with a consistent rhythm as her tits crashed again and again onto her tummy as they rode slowly into the arena. He coordinated the pickup of the desks and chairs. The Silver Hand audaciously attacked Jorrvaskr, and slew him. Mandy would suck on a testicle, Kim would lick along the side of his cock. ‘You have to be kidding,’ Jeanie smiled to herself.