Miss world banged for the first time

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 anime 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 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…. written in marker on my belly, “Kyle’s baby”. Took me a minute to catch my breath…what did it mean? The baby thing brought me back to reality though…at forty years old, do not think getting pregnant was in the cards. Also, no way was I going to give up my ass…to anyone. The other stuff…well it was too late for that, he already had those. The next day at work, the dream kept coming back…unconsciously I even searched for information about over 40 pregnancies. Why, I do not know…but then, by my own mistake, I left the browser on. My boss and friend saw it. “Don’t tell me you are pregnant?” I heard Debby ask over my shoulder. Through the door I stopped dead. It felt amazing. Then Marty invited Briley to take a seat and with an offered root beer to let Marty know what was on his mind. Emma swallowed what was on her tongue while someone began licking what was on her nipples. Make me cum.” I’m Sylvester and this is Lilly. The bottom half consisted of an enormous Harley engine which was connected to the saddle which in turn had a huge dildo projecting out of the middle. She was a petite blonde-haired young girl, very friendly, with a great smile, sexy blue eyes, and I could tell she had a nice body under that green apron. Sharon agreed. Ethan selected 5 summer dresses, all with spaghetti straps as the only thing to keep them on, and 4 skirts. Unngh!” I will pretend I am a virgin again. What the hell are you taking for that?” Paula asked completely floored. We were in our dorm anime room when Angie got a call from her parents. "Well sure. There are so many people to run around and play with!” Sonja hollered. He sat his empty glass on the counter, as did Suzy. Vince didn’t rush to the bedroom. Her mind processing what her dad just asked her to do. My futa-dick twitched as she sucked her sweet cream off my digits. She looked disheveled and two buttons of her blouse were unbuttoned as usual. She could feel him breaking passed her esophagus and bulge her slender neck. I looked into his dark eyes and I felt fear run through me. I wouldn't ever sleep with my father again. I’m pretty sure I know where they all are but decide to get up and go check for myself.