Chapter 11: Cornelia’s POV: Intense Family Stretching

It was a warm night, just like any other night before it, and I had just fallen asleep when suddenly, I felt something heavy and warm on top of me. Everything was still groggy, but I recognized the feeling of hands playing with my breasts, toying with them as if they were theirs, and I was infuriated. Who dared to touch me wantonly like this? I tried to scream but to my surprise, it only came out as a muffled gurgle. 

As my senses slowly came back to me,  I then felt something even stranger: I felt something thick and long filling up my entire mouth. I realized that there were a lot more going on in this situation. I tried to cry out but whatever was in my mouth prevented me from making a sound. It was incredibly hot and tasted salty. I tried to move but I couldn't my neck or my head. I tried to open my eyes, but there was a hot liquid running down my face that prevented me from opening my eyes.  All my senses were disoriented, and I could only feel the weight on top of me and the thing pressing down on my throat.

I was suffocating. I couldn't see, I couldn't think, I couldn't breathe. I was trapped.

I struggled and writhed but it was no use.

Suddenly I felt something hot and wet sliding down my throat. I gagged and gasped for air but the thing just kept pushing its way in. It was so big, so thick, I felt like I was going to choke on it. I couldn't breathe, I couldn't think, all I could do was feel this thing forcing its way into my throat.

I tried grabbing onto something, anything, that would help me identify what was going on. I then felt someone's legs, a man's legs, on either side of my body. Then the disgusting stench of sex permeated all corners of my nose. With that as a clue, slowly, the sounds above me became more and more coherent, it was the intense grunts of a man drowning in pleasure. More terribly, I recognize the voice to whom it belonged. How could I not? It was the only other voice that I had heard in the last few years of my life.

I realized what the thick, warm object sliding in and out of my mouth and throat and I knew instantly what it was. It was my son's cock violating me, his very own mother. I was both confused and terrified. My son was kind, weak, and a complete pushover. He always obeyed every word that I said and I couldn't imagine him ever doing this to me. But a different reality was unfolding on top of me, I was being suffocated and raped by my very own son.

I felt my stomach heave as I was violated by this familiar intruder, but I couldn't do anything to stop it. I could only lay there and take it, feeling his thick cock pounding down my throat and with the desire of filling me with his hot cum.

I gagged and gasped for air but his thing just kept pushing its way in. It was so big, so thick, I was almost certainly going to choke on it. It stretched my lips to their very limit just trying to accommodate his member. I couldn't breathe, I couldn't think, all I could do was feel his dick forcing its way into my throat.

It kept going until I felt it hit the back of my throat. I gagged and tried to push it out but it was too late. It was in me. I felt him throbbing and pulsing inside of me. I felt him getting harder and bigger. I felt him filling me up. I was being suffocated and penetrated at the same time. I couldn't escape. I was trapped and helpless.

My body desperately needed air right now and I struggled against his hands that held me down, trying to escape the horror of what was happening to me, but it was no use. His knees pinned my arms down and I could feel his hand around my throat. I couldn't muster any strength in my unfortunate position. I was completely helpless. He kept thrusting his cock into my throat, filling me with his manhood, suffocating me, and I could do nothing to stop him.

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Soon after, I felt my consciousness slipping away and I had already lost all strength to resist but he just kept thrusting in and out of me, each time getting bigger and harder. I couldn't even feel my jaw anymore that I couldn't help but wonder if it had been dislocated. I just felt a thick, hard cock going in and out my mouth, brushing against my tongue, and hitting the back of my throat each time it slid in. I was drowning on my own saliva being trapped in my mouth. I couldn't take it anymore. I felt like I was going to die.

As my vision starts to fade, I felt his dick inside of me start to spurt and pulse. I felt hot liquid filling up my throat. I choked and gagged on it but I already lacked any strength to even move my body. The thing just kept pumping its hot load into me. I felt it spilling out of me, thick ropes of it running down my throat, filling every orifice of my nose, blocking every airway in my body.

I was quite literally drowning in his semen and I could only lay there and take it, feeling my son's hot cum filling me up inside.

As I felt the life being choked out of me, I thought if this was how I was going to die. raped, suffocated, and drowning in my own son's semen. Was there a death any more humiliating and pathetic than this?

I fought against the blackness, but it was too strong, and soon I was lost in its embrace. There was a brief moment of peace before everything went dark.

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A few seconds later, her son finally took out his cock from Cornelia's mouth and air finally reached her lungs once again but she was already unconscious. The lack of oxygen made and the intensity of the event made it so that the terrifying and nightmarish memory of being raped by her own son, hid itself in the far corners of her subconscious, never to resurface again.

 

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