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She turned the shower water on, and we both stood silently side-by-side, waiting for the water to warm. I checked the water temperature with the tip of my finger, immediately feeling the warm inviting water. I made eye contact with my mom, held it for just a bit longer than usual, and told her the water was ready. She gingerly stepped into the shower, careful not to bump her arthritic area, then, I stepped into the shower with her. I couldn't help but marvel over the beauty of her body, which was lean and tone. She told me that she was gonna hold on to a rail in the shower with one hand and wash with the other. She asked me if I could hold her study, which I agreed to do. She slowly extended her arm to grab the bar of soap. Then, she began to lather up the front of her body very, very slowly clearly insignificant discomfort. I told her I can see how difficult this is for you and urged her to allow me to help, assuming she was comfortable with it. I told her I would wash around her private areas, but definitely not touch them.

Yes I have. And this is how it went.

About 5 years ago, my Mom's left knee developed a bit of arthritis, which significantly hindered her mobility. So, she asked me to come stay with her for a bit and help her out, which I was glad to do. While I was there, she needed me to take out the trash, get the mail, make her some simple meals, and other basic things like that. On the fourth or fifth day I was there, she asked me to come into the living room so we could discuss something. I entered the room, sat down on the sofa beside her and asked her what was up. For a couple moments, she had an awkward look on her face and remain silent. Then, she sheepishly told me that she's not been able to shower in over 4 days and was beginning to feel gross, understandably. She said that she wouldn't be able to bathe on her own because of the arthritis and wondered if I wouldn't mind helping her. When she said it, she was clearly very embarrassed/awkward. Upon hearing it, I too. I told her I was not at all comfortable helping my naked mother take a shower. She smiled at me and told me she had no intention of doing that, she planned to wear her bra and panties. She said that they are essentially a bikini and I had seen her dozens of times in a bikini at the beach or the swimming pool and it didn't bother me then so it shouldn't this time. I silently contemplated it for a bit, recognizing that it was a very valid point. She then pointed out that my boxer briefs would function just fine as swim shorts, which was, once again, a valid point. I considered it a bit longer, and then told her I would do it. Hearing this, she instantly wrapped her arms around me and gave me a tight hug and said thank you. While she did so, her ample breast were squeezed up against my chest, causing my cock to incourage and slightly Stefan. I was born when she was 20. She took excellent care of herself, maintaining a healthy diet, exercise regimen, sleep schedule, exercise, and stress management. The result of taking such excellent care of herself was, despite being only a couple years shy of 50, she easily could and frequently did pass for a woman in her mid-30s.

Hi everybody! I have been looking at posts on narcs and narc abuse on here and if has really helped me out a lot. I am currently struggling with my situation and need some advice/support. I met a narc last year, everything seemed to good to be true. Love bombing, always texting calling and taking me on dates. Everything changed when someone warned me about him out in public in front of him and who he is. This caused a conflict with us and the love bombing seized. he would tell me that everything is okay and i can come and talk. He would set a time limit on me and kick me out after that. he would then text me like everything was fine and we hung out again and after that he completely ghosted me for one week. He came back and texted me a week later laughing about the ghosting and acting like nothing had happened. he continued to text me ( not like in the beginning) make plans with me, then on the day of the plans he would just ghost me. One day he would act interested the next silence. i contacted him a month later and he acted like nothing happened. He was on a vacation and sent me a picture of another woman ( someone he allegedly met on the trip) to strike a reaction but i never gave him one. After the trip he came to my place and was extremely rude, accusing me of going on dates with a bunch of men. The next day he accused me of being an alcoholic and that he wanted nothing to do with me but said well maybe we can be "friends" then ghosted me i assumed at this point it was over and i would never hear from him again. He contacted me on the holiday a month later acting like everything was great. We ended up hanging out a month or so later and when we hung out it went well, i thought things were going in the right direction. after we hung out.. silence. I would try to text him and if he replied it would be very short then he just stopped replying. He ghosted me for almost three months. I thought he was done this time and of course he popped up again like nothing happened. At this point i was getting sick of if so i questioned him as to why he dissapeared and always does this. Of course he had some sob story about a injury and family member dying of cancer. I felt pity for him and he gave me an apology.. so i took him back stupidly. things seemed to be going smooth for a couple months, of course until his family member died and his injury got better he never contacted me and was distant. Menawhile, i was there for him during the difficult time for him. He lied to me about the funeral and never wanted to chat. I was chasing him and he would always claim nothing was wrong but when i said i thought he used me when he was down he could not handle it and would always tell me he didnt care and to go away. I would get so upset i would try texting him to work it out he would barelt respond and if he did he would not be nice about it. we did hang out a couple times after that, he would ignore me after. One day i was like hey i think you are seeing someone else, and i was like well ixam seeing someone so no problem if you are he said " buy bye good luck with your new guy stop contacting me" i was devastated and tried to get into contact with him for weeks then i just gave up and accepted it was over. He ended up contacting me a month later acting like everything was fine. He wanted to go out and have drinks i told him i would. He and i both seemed to have a great time. He ends up ignoring me again. I kept texting him trying to figure out what was wrong. He kept saying everything was fine and i said ok can we hang out again? He said maybe i was like why? He just kept saying maybe … our last conversation we had… i said what is wrong ? He said nothing is wrong everything is fine. I asked him why he keeps saying maybe. He said " maybe but i dont want to see you right now" i said why? He saix " im just not feeling it, if i wanted to date i would" i said why did you contact me less then a week ago wanting to go out? He said i didnt.. even though he did. So i said should i just move on or what? He said whatever you want to do. So i said that he was really confusing me and asked him if he had anything more to say before i move on? My messages were turning green so i panicked he blocked me and reacted irrationally. I said " omg did you block me? My messages are not going through. Even texted him on my work phone asking what was up. And called him twice ( please dont judge me i know it is pathetic i never was this type of girl before him) so he replied and said " Ok I'll block you now" then immedietly blocked me. He has never blocked me before since I have met him he will just ghost. Is this ths final discard aka " grand finale? Did i just push him too far? this has upset me so much its hard to even function.

NOTE• I've gotta crippling reading impairment, for most intents and purposes I 'm illiterate. I use iPhones dictation feature to create writing such as this. It works surprisingly well, but it's still FAR,FAR from perfect. There are enumerable mistakes + glaring errors in this text, I'm well aware of that. Hope you're still able to enjoy it, though.

Again, our eyes med slightly longer than necessary, and she reluctantly agreed. She turned slightly to her left to face the shower head and I stay behind her. Then, fresh bar of soap in hand, I started lathering up her back slowly beginning at her neck and gently working my way down towards her butt, all the while, ensuring every inch of her back was lathered sufficiently. Next, I dropped down to one knee and began lathering up her thighs, left then right. I was about halfway up her right leg when I looked up and saw that, other than a small patch of inverted triangular stubble above her clip, her pussy was completely. Suddenly, seeing such a gorgeously glorious site, I was taking it back for a moment, then my cock, Stephen significantly. I suddenly took a chance and began leathering up her beautiful butt cheeks. The instant my fingertips made contacts, she notably quivered and abruptly drew in a breath of air. I continue to lathering up her ass, waiting for her to protest, butt she did not. Embolden by her acceptance, if not enjoyment of my actions, I slid the palm of my hands to the front of her body halfway up her rib cage. I slowly trace my fingers up her body until they were just below her tits. At this point, I stood back up and saw my cock was now fully erect, twitching in unison with my heartbeat. Upon feeling my heart cock poking her lower back. This was all the encouragement she needed. Then, she slowly painted forward, put her hands against the shower wall, and said,"FUCK ME! Take that fat cock of yours and fuck me like the cum dumpster whore I am!" Upon hearing that, my already rockhard cock became even more engorged with the blood, it seemed. Then, I grabbed her waist, took a step forward and slowly slid my rock, hard cock into my whore mother's pussy. Her pussy was tight, warm and wet; it also felt very familiar, like a sword being placed in its' sheath. I proceeded to deliberately drive my rock, hard fat fucking cock into the depths of my whore Mother's pussy. At which point, she screamed out in utter ecstasy, her entire body, trembling as exquisite ecstasy saturated her soul. I fell into a strong, steady rhythm, pounding my cock in and rapidly withdrawing it, pounding my cock in and rapidly withdrawing it. The sounds coming from my mom sounded more animalistic than human, because she was in a primal/visceral state of whoredom has my fat, hard cock kept energetically, pounding her like a fucking two and fro as my fat cock, relentlessly, pound her pussy. Suddenly, I felt myself getting close. So, I instructed the filthy cock whore to get down on her knees and face my cock. She did as she was told, then, as if intuitively understanding, she opened her mouth as why, as she could, and covered my cock. I took a handful of her hair, throat fucked her forcefully, then pulled out just in time for rope after rope of my hot, thick cum coated her entire face as both of our breathing slowly began to steady. She looked up at me with a colossal cum covered smile and said, "I'll be your cock whore whenever you want, baby boy!"