I lifted the shirt slowly, noticing the red becoming deeper as my upper thighs were uncovered…and then on the inner part of my right thigh, where there was a throbbing pain…something was scrawled there…in a black ***********, had a hard time making it out from the swelling and the red tint…but… “I am my son’s whore”….it took everything I had not to scream…that sonofabitch. I raised the shirt…between my cunt and my belly button…scrawled across amateur my lower abdomen in red outlined in black…”This body is property of my son Kyle”. Just to the left of my pubic mound…a small red…a devil with an over size penis, poking a white spread eagle female angel…small words above the devil…”Kyle”…and below the angel…”Mom”. I was tattooed…that fucking kid of mine…that…I was furious. But accidentally hitting something sent a lighting bolt of pain from my cunt to my brain. A small, bright gold ring protruded from the apex of my slit…my clit peaking out from between my lips…MY FUCKING CLIT WAS PIERCED! I was about to totally lose it…my whole world was…shit...somehow, someway…sat down on the toilet…tried to gather my thoughts. Just how was I going to get out of this… There were a couple of papers next to me…picked them up. One was “The Care and Cleaning of Tattoos and Piercings” and the other, a copy of the agreement I signed. I set the first one down. The second one…my anticipation of finding a way out was almost immediately dashed. It was a signed, Brunette sealed, witnessed…agreement that basically said…my blowjob son had complete medical, financial, and…well owned my ass in every way and form. What ever he had done, would hold up in court…the fact that he was fucking me… that would hold up in court…the fact that I was letting him, well that is where I would be in trouble…except in the footnotes as long as there is mutual consent by both parties, as long as they are of age, sexual incest is not prosecutable. What the fuck? If he wants to fuck me and I say no…after agreeing to allow him, I am the one that gets prosecuted? And, I had agreed to let him fuck me…it was recorded; it was on film…I was holding the paper just above my thigh…the words written on my thigh were glaring in their truth. “I am my son’s whore”. My only way was to mitigate the damages…and that would probably require compliance on my part. All I could wear that day was a loose sundress…my red legs and armpits totally exposed. It was easy to make an excuse…told both the girls and Ken the truth, had a defoliate process done. Both Kayla and Ken bought it without question, Kellie, she kept asking what else…as if she actually knew what else. I avoided answering. Kyle was working his part time job all day, so did not have that additional stress. It was a little after five when pov Kyle got home. Ken was out cutting the grass, Kayla was in her room on the computer, and Kellie was watching a movie in the family room. I was in the kitchen starting dinner. Took everything I had not to confront Kyle, to take out my anger about what he had Hardcore done to me…. but I knew that would be a fool’s errand. He just stared at me, looking at me from my feet to my head…. I then heard that you and Brunette Alexis had went to Mexico and got married. Finally, after I had a particularly intense orgasm which caused Hardcore me to scream out as my entire body blowjob shook and convulsed, he moved up and positioned his hard cock at the opening of my drenched pussy. I open my mouth and take her cock inside. However, the tuck doesn’t feel as good like it looks. “You bet your sweet ass it is, but we need to get out of here before we get in trouble” Taylor replied as she rose up off my lap plopping my dick out of her wet box. Don't be a bitch. Sally and Kelli will never admit it to me or anyone else that they thoroughly enjoyed the multiple orgasms, but I can tell that they did. "Here." I bite my lips and whisper a sorry. “How old are you Claire?” She inhaled deeply and could smell Brad's scent in the sheets. “Um, sure. Note that this is slightly tweaked from real Pokemon to make it more anatomically possible and bit more realistic. He removed all my clothing and folded it neatly, then slipped the flimsy gown over pov amateur my head, and carried me into bed.