Demands of the Photographer (Precious Petra & Lusting Corruption)
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				Title: <strong>Demands of the Photographer (Precious Petra &amp; Lusting Corruption)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mister Venaliter</strong> on <strong>25-05-2009, 19:22:54</strong>
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				(http://i531.photobucket.com/albums/dd356/Ire_Adeptus/Elliquiy%20Characters/Untitled-2.png)<br>~ The morning had started slowly, with little to do for the new high-school graduate and his mother. This was the natural order of things with the Delacroix family; the father being to busy cheating and working to tend to his family. In some ways the son, Ezekiel Delacroix, thought of himself lucky to have a beautiful mother with no father around to take her attention from his presence. Charlotte meant the world to Ezekiel and heaven save the man or woman who took his precious mother from him, for the wrath of Ezekiel would certainly get someone killed. ~<br><em><br>" How are you doing Mom, you look bored out of your damn mind. Dad called, said he had work to attend to that would keep him over all night again. "</em><br><br>~ Ezekiel gave a soft smile as he spoke to the woman of his life, leaning down to give her a gentle kiss on her cheek. As he spoke of her husband being held over at the office once more one couldn't help be detect a certain sarcasm; they both knew what he was really doing. In his fathers defense the secretary was extremely hot, but that was no excuse for his actions. Charlotte was beautiful, sexy, and had that look in her eyes that could melt any mans convictions and drive them to conquer all in pursuit of her form. Those mindful eyes taking the chance to absorb Charlotte into his memory and admire every detail of her form; if only she knew how her son truly thought of her. ~<br><em><br>" What are your plans now, since Steven won't be coming home? "</em><br><br>~ The relationship between Ezekiel and his father was loose at best, often refering to his father as Steven. In complete honesty Ezekiel both hated and loved his father, his constant absence a true miracle and yet making mother so sad whenever he wasn't around was the curse to that miracle. Ezekiel stood in the lounge room, his form covered by nothing more then a white towel that was covered tightly around his form and a pair of shorts below that; allowing her to see that sculpted and toned chest of pale flesh. His nipples had been pierced years ago, and were still pierced to this day, as well as a few tattoos that ran down his body displaying his amazing artwork. ~
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				Title: <strong>Re: Demands of the Photographer (Precious Petra &amp; Lusting Corruption)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PreciousPetra</strong> on <strong>25-05-2009, 20:26:33</strong>
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				(http://i531.photobucket.com/albums/dd356/Ire_Adeptus/Elliquiy%20Characters/Charlotte.png)<br><br><br>Having heard the phone ring she had decided not to answer it. Maybe it was a sixth sense that some women seemed to develop when their husband or partner was no longer being faithful but Charlotte had known as soon as it rang that it was Steven. At first when she had found out he was screwing one of his co-workers she had threatened to walk out taking their only child with her. But he had sweet talked his way around her though now several years later she knew that for him his family was simply all show. It looked good for business if he appeared to be a loving husband and devoted father. Sadly he was neither of these things. Had it not been for their son she really wouldn’t have stayed. Her son, her beautifully handsome son. Ezekiel was her one and only child, his father refused to let her have anymore. In her youth she had thought she could sway him by falling pregnant when their son was five. But he had ensured she wasn’t pregnant for long and she learned a harsh lesson in what she really meant to her so called loving husband.<br><br>“Hello darling,” she smiled in return, her hand touching his face briefly when he leaned down to kiss her cheek. “I am rather bored is it that obvious?” so bored she was beginning to think finding a job would make sense. She didn’t need the money but it would stop her feeling how tedious her life had become. “I’m sure we will survive without your Dad for another evening,” she failed to hide the clipped tone in her voice. Ezekiel was young but he wasn’t a fool anymore than she was when it came to Steven’s all night work most likely involved him being buried in his secretary rather than buried in his work. She was already dreading the day her son bought home some girl he had fallen in love with and might want to marry. Whenever she thought about it she felt sick and the old saying always rang in her ears.<br><br><em>A son is a son till he takes a wife...</em><br><br>“I don’t have any solid plans though as it’s a warm day I think I will change and sit out by the pool for a couple of hours. I can take a swim then get stuck into a book or something.” She stood up her loving eyes drifting over his beautiful form and she had to shift her gaze knowing she was looking at his state of undress a little too long . “Are you going out this afternoon or joining me by the pool?” Charlotte knew which she was hoping for. His presence made her feel less lonely and unwanted where as Steven made her feel un-loved, un-wanted and un-needed every single day of her life.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Demands of the Photographer (Precious Petra &amp; Lusting Corruption)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mister Venaliter</strong> on <strong>25-05-2009, 20:54:55</strong>
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				(http://i531.photobucket.com/albums/dd356/Ire_Adeptus/Elliquiy%20Characters/Untitled-2.png)<br><br>" I am planning on staying around for some time mom, nothing else to do today. The women in this town are too fake to deal with and i'm not a fan of their drama...so chasing tails is out. "<br><br>~ Ezekiel said as he moved closer to his mother and brushed his bare chest against her back, giving her a slow massage along her shoulders and then finally releasing her as he moved from her and went towards his room. His toned and sculpted flesh a wonderful pale flesh that was only further enhanced by the muscle movement as he took each stair with caution; making sure not to trip over the towel that dangled along his firm waist. ~<br><br>" I will be down there in a little bit if you want to beat me out there. "<br><br>~ Ezekiel said with a smirk, as he rolled his neck and let the popping and cracking sound of that powerful form echo throughout the house. Those final steps to his room becoming easier as he took the towel from his form and let the raging hard flesh finally come thrusting upwards into the shorts; forming a tent of impressive length. The way his mother simply lay there, lazing about and looking so sad and lonely simply did things to his body that no one would ever understand. His mother truly looked like a woman that he would hit on and try to seduce in a bar, she was so youthful for her actual age, her appearance something that women would beg and pray for. His hand dropped the towel near the door and his hand went right to the pulsing flesh; releasing it from the shorts and giving it a few long strokes. ~<br><br>" Mmmm... "<br><br>~ Ezekiel quickly snapped from his day dream of his mother being on her knees, and shook his head a few times letting the strands of platinum hair splay around his face and neck. His fingers pulling the hem of his shorts up once more and then wrapping the towel tightly around his form once more. His eyes scanned the room quickly and found what he was looking for; a present he had received from his mother for his birthday a few months ago. The present was an expensive camera that could turn an ordinary shot into a thing of beauty, and when he combined it with his mother and the motorcycle his father had got him for his birthday then there was only one thing that would result; material for his private collection of photos. ~<br><br>" Mmm, this will be a good day. "<br><br>~ Ezekiel would emerge a few minutes later out by the pool, his eyes moving over the scene and moving closer to the pool, letting the towel drop once more and looking over the cool water. The raging flesh inside his flesh still semi-hard but not tenting his pants, instead just creating what one could think of a quite visible pipe in his shorts. He would then slowly move to sit down and let his legs drift in the water. ~
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				Title: <strong>Re: Demands of the Photographer (Precious Petra &amp; Lusting Corruption)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PreciousPetra</strong> on <strong>25-05-2009, 22:54:02</strong>
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				(http://i531.photobucket.com/albums/dd356/Ire_Adeptus/Elliquiy%20Characters/Charlotte.png)<br><br>She laughed a sound which when heard would light up her face and remind those around her she was still young at thirty five. “I wouldn’t live here if it were my choice; there are fake people around every corner. But your Dad insists he needs to reside in this town to be a success and we don’t want to hinder his career do we?” Again the bitter tone could be heard as the man seemed to spend more time putting women to bed rather than his latest deal. “But I wont complain that you are staying home today,” her eyes closed and she made a small sound as she felt his bare chest brush against her back, his hand on her shoulders rubbing away the tension. He always knew how to give her comfort and no words ever seemed to need to be said. She remembered when Steven had wanted to touch her in a similar way though these days he very rarely touched her at all. He either was getting enough at the office or he just didn’t want her in that way anymore. But Charlotte still craved being touched, her toys helped but they were not real compensation for the feel of a hot red blooded male. He had been that once though the image was foggy in her head as it felt years past. Maybe it was that long…which was why she tried not to dwell on it. The lack of his love and care was hard enough to deal with. She could feel the tears smarting her eyes and blinked them away yet again.<br><br>“Alright darling, I’ll see you out there.” She then watched as he left and groaned inwardly. To notice how attractive your son had grown into wasn’t quite meant to make a mother feel like this. She pondered this as she walked to her bedroom and decided it was simply because she was lonely and deeply frustrated. Closing the door behind her Charlotte caught her reflection in the mirror. Moving over to it she began to strip out of her clothes, all the while her gaze remained on the mirror. Naked as the day she was born her gaze shifted to the bedside table where her toys were kept, shaking her head after a few moments. It wouldn’t help long term and she saw little point in making herself even more frustrated in the long term.<br><br>Charlotte took one of her many bikinis out of a drawer. Slipping into the white briefs she pulled them onto her body before encasing her breasts in the bra and fastening it at the back. Stripy white heeled mules slipped onto her slim feet and she was ready for an afternoon by the pool with her darling Ezekiel. Grabbing her designer shades she made her way outside into the bright warm sunshine picking up a book on the way through the lounge. She reached the poolside before her son and settled on one the lounges. No sooner had she opened her book than she saw him come into view. Her shades were covering her eyes and she was thankful because she didn’t want him to see how her gaze how lowered to his shorts as he dangled his feet in the pool. Nibbling her bottom lip she shifted on the lounge before attempting to pull herself together and deciding she may need to excuse herself soon to find a little release with one of her toys after all. <br><br>“You should take a swim Ezekiel, the water looks really inviting.” <br>&nbsp;<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Demands of the Photographer (Precious Petra &amp; Lusting Corruption)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mister Venaliter</strong> on <strong>25-05-2009, 23:24:15</strong>
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				(http://i531.photobucket.com/albums/dd356/Ire_Adeptus/Elliquiy%20Characters/Untitled-2.png)<br><br>~ Ezekiel didn't seem to notice how his mother looked towards his shorts, not really taking to much notice of anything until he heard her speak and turned to see her in her outfit; that thick pipe in his pants hardening a little more. There was no thought in his mind other then throwing his mother down onto the ground and having his way wit her, letting her keep her heels on as he laid her back down on the seat of his cycle and fucking her right there. It was not hard to see the pipe almost gaining length and size as he looked at her, but kept his look completely innocent, though he did hide it some when he pushed out of the water and stood up; the black shorts blending together to keep its full size hidden. ~<br><br>" Hey mom, you look great. "<br><br>~ His tone was playful, and when his voice was playful it only meant one thing; she was about to get teased and picked on. His strong arms reached out for her and brought her close into his form, letting her feel that warm flesh press against hers and not letting her get away at all. Those strong abs teasing and brushing her breasts and stomach for a long moment before that smirk crossed over his lips as he picked her up, throwing her over his shoulder and going right into the water with her in tow. ~<br><br>" Haha! You can not escape me! Say uncle! "<br><br>~ Ezekiel continued to hold onto her, keeping her in the water and dunking her occasionally. His arms manipulating her and not letting her make it more then an arms reach away before he pulled her back and splashed her or something along those lines; enjoying a little water fight with his mother. In truth he was doing more then just having fun with her, he was purposely loosing his footing and leaning forward to accidentally brush his clothed shaft against her. The hard flesh rubbing and teasing between her thighs, pressing against her ass, making contact with her legs, the water helping to camoflague his efforts well as nothing more then teasing play with this wet goddess that looked even more ravishing when wet. ~<br><br>" Oh oh oh! I know, i'll let you go if you pose on my bike for a few shots! People will be asking me if the hot woman is on my bike. "<br><br>~ He grabbed her, pulling her back against his chest and holding her there; effectively restraining her and threatening her with another dunking under the water if she didn't agree. The massive pipe below his shorts rubbing into her ass and leg, letting her feel that the shaft was at least 10 inches in length, and yet the look on his face did not show any sexual attraction at all; he was good at hiding it through actions and false smiles. ~<br><br>" Say you will or your going back under the water! "<br><br>~ He continued to laugh, warning her. ~
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				Title: <strong>Re: Demands of the Photographer (Precious Petra &amp; Lusting Corruption)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PreciousPetra</strong> on <strong>26-05-2009, 01:20:31</strong>
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				(http://i531.photobucket.com/albums/dd356/Ire_Adeptus/Elliquiy%20Characters/Charlotte.png)<br><br>Her gaze lifted to his face as he turned to look at her and again she was thankful she was wearing her shades when he pushed himself out of the water to stand up. She could see he was aroused though as intended she didn’t see just how much. In truth she wasn’t shocked because teenage boys were not in control of that part of their body for the most part. Even those like her son who had just reached adulthood would find their shaft would stiffen at the most inappropriate moments…like this moment.<br><br>“Thank you darling,” she replied feeling a slight blush come to her cheeks. Of course he was biased as she was his mother. But none the less she received so few compliments these days that she was touched Ezekiel bothered to notice let alone tell her. Charlotte had heard the playful tone in his voice and knew something was going to happen and so when his arms reached out for her she was quick enough to drop her book on the lounge before finding her body pulled close to his. She felt the heat radiating from him just as it was from her, though she put it down to how hot it was that day with the sun beating down on the pool and surrounding gardens. She could feel her breasts brushing his chest and was thankful when he smirked and lifted her up and over his shoulder. Letting out a scream she swiftly pulled off her shades and threw them to join her book on the lounge. The action only just completed before he ensured they both ended up in the pool.<br><br>“You’re crazy!” she shrieked as he held onto her in the water. “Even if I say uncle you won’t let me go. You forget I know you too well.” She laughed in a good natured way as she managed to get away from him albeit only for a few brief moments before she felt him pulling her back to him. Charlotte began to play with her son, laughing when she was able to splash him in return and wriggling to get free when he caught her and dunked her. Even though they were having fun and playing she noticed when his shaft brushed against her but didn’t think anything more than it was no different to when they played in the pool when he was a child. He didn’t mean anything by it, it just happened to be <em>there</em> now he was older and it couldn’t be helped if it happened to get in the way at times like this. She kept telling herself that repeatedly when it pressing against her bottom.<br><br>She was aware that now her bikini was soaking wet her nipples were visible through her top. “Nobody would be interested in looking at pictures of me bike or no bike Ezekiel.” Charlotte may well be aware she was more than a passing attractive woman but that didn’t mean she thought she was photogenic when it came to posed shots. No sooner had the words passed her lips than he grabbed her and pulled her against his chest once more. His false smiles and such still lulled her into a false sense of security where he was concerned even now when again she could feel his shaft rubbing against her.<br><br>“Alright Ezekiel alright if you promise not to dunk me again I’ll pose but only for a couple of shots. Agreed?” It might be fun to just let him snap her a couple of times and then they could have a swim and lounge around the pool for the rest of the afternoon. He would most likely decide he didn’t even like them after he had taken them anyway and nothing more would ever be said about them.<br><br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Demands of the Photographer (Precious Petra &amp; Lusting Corruption)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mister Venaliter</strong> on <strong>26-05-2009, 18:09:39</strong>
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				(http://i531.photobucket.com/albums/dd356/Ire_Adeptus/Elliquiy%20Characters/Untitled-2.png)<br><br>~Ezekiel smiled a big cheeky wide lip smile and then let her go as he moved from the pool, his form climbing up the ladders and showing the definition of his muscle tone and build. The 18 year old was more of a man then most of the actual older men in the area, always being playful but stopping when it was time to stop; never really going overboard with anything. Those strong arms gripped the ladder and he climbed out, shaking his head and letting drops of water spray all around the side of the pool until he was satisfied; walking away and giving his mother one last show of the hard pipe beneath those shorts. ~<br><br>" I will yell for you when I am ready, and keep the wet look. It makes you look all the more sexy on top of how beautiful you already are. "<br><br>~Ezekiel said with a grin and wink to his mother, before grabbing the camera that lay near the side of the pool and moving off into the house. His thoughts were already racing with the possibilities of what he would get through these pictures and how hot these pictures would be; surely the envy of every man on the planet would be his. The thoughts of vanity were quickly pushed to the side as he made his way up to his room and changed, putting on some more conservative clothing that some how just increased the wanton sex appeal that he already possessed. A pair of black dance/dress pants that showed off his firm ass, a white button up shirt with black v-neck over it that let people see some of his chest and brought out his facial features. It was as he was dressing that he got an idea, his hands quickly moving through the clothing that he found a bottle of KY lotion that caused the body to get hot and increased the pleasure of sex. His thoughts trolled over his plan for a moment and then he smirked as he stuck the bottle into his pocket and went out to the garage. ~<br><br>" This is going to be perfect... "<br><br>~ The moment her son had reached the garage he pulled the bottle out and went to applying a rather large dose to the leather of the seat on the bike. His hand rubbing and getting the lotion to cover the entire leather seat, using the entire bottle without care and making sure that it was generously applied so his mother would not be able to avoid it the moment she got on the bike. His smile turned into a dark smirk and he got a rag afterwards, working on the rest of the bike with just normal polish to make it shine, everything about the bike giving off a feeling of being brand new; then again a Harley Davidson Night Rod Special should look nothing less then like perfection. ~<br><br>" Hey mom, get out here. I'm ready! "<br><br>~ He brought his bike out onto the front driveway, only adding to the thrill that he was sure his mother would soon be getting; the neighbors could all be gone but what would one think if they did see his mother modeling for him in her bikini? The thrill of someone possibly watching this sexy &amp; beautiful woman model for her son was almost too much for Ezekiel to bear and he had a feeling it would just add to the lust she would soon find herself having as she acted like she was riding that beautiful bike. ~
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				Title: <strong>Re: Demands of the Photographer (Precious Petra &amp; Lusting Corruption)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PreciousPetra</strong> on <strong>26-05-2009, 19:36:46</strong>
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				(http://i531.photobucket.com/albums/dd356/Ire_Adeptus/Elliquiy%20Characters/Charlotte.png)<br><br>He let go of her and gave her a smile that still made her feel warmth deep inside. Charlotte watched him climb out of the pool her gaze unable to leave his form as he shook his head to get rid of the excess water in his hair. Again she couldn’t help but he thrilled he was her son. She couldn’t have asked for one who loved her as much as he did. She counted herself very lucky as she knew many other parents who couldn’t say the same about their own off spring. They couldn’t wait to turn eighteen and leave home where as her boy showed no sign of wanting to leave. She knew it some ways it was selfish to want to keep him near her because she was lonely. She was independent enough not to feel the need to cling to him but she knew she also felt special that he seemed to care for her as much as he did. Her gaze did lower as he began to walk away, he was still aroused and again she began to nibble her lip before biting down on it hard when she found herself actually wondering what he now looked like without his shorts on.<br><br>“Alright Ezekiel I will listen out for you. But remember I said only a couple of shots.” Again he had said she was beautiful. At least he wasn’t embarrassed to have her as a mother and his complements gave her a real buzz.<br><br>As he disappeared from view she leaned against the side of the pool and rested her head on her arms and let out a frustrated moan. She wondered if she would have time to go to her room and play with one of her toys while he was getting ready though she had to dismiss the idea when she realised his room was a little too close to hers and he might hear something while he was getting changed. Instead Charlotte slipped her hand inside her bikini bottoms and touched herself, fingers rubbing over her clitoris she let out a soft moan of pleasure. She of course had no knowledge of what was really going on in her sons mind or what his plans were which would mean shortly she would be feeling even more frustrated and in a greater need of release than she was now.<br><br>It wasn’t long before she heard her son’s voice calling for her. Pulling her fingers out of her bikini with a sigh. “I’m coming darling.” She called back before climbing from the pool and grabbing a towel, she patted her hair and got some of the excess water off her body before slipping her heels back on and making her way out toward the direction his voice had come from. Approaching the driveway she saw both him and his Harley, a smile coming to her lips. She knew he loved his bike and had to admit he rode it well; Steven hadn’t even hesitated in buying him it. He was very good at buying his only son expensive gifts instead of actually spending time with him.<br><br>Charlotte tilted her head as she looked at the bike. “I really don’t know why you want to take shots of me on that. Your female friends would make more sense, they are younger for one.” She told him with a sound of uncertainty in her voice. With some hesitation she went and stood next to it, fingers wrapped around one of the handlebars she climbed onto his bike. Gripping both handles she shifted her weight on the leather seat, her feel either side and heeled feet on tip toes on the ground. Her hair hung wet and shiny around her face and on her shoulders, nipples hard from the water and visible through her bikini, her breasts rising and falling with her slight nerves. <br><br>“Remember only a couple of shots. Is this pose okay for them?” she shifted again a little on the seat as she felt a warmth between her thighs. A rather enjoyable warmth too.<br><br>&nbsp;<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Demands of the Photographer (Precious Petra &amp; Lusting Corruption)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mister Venaliter</strong> on <strong>26-05-2009, 20:13:32</strong>
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				(http://i531.photobucket.com/albums/dd356/Ire_Adeptus/Elliquiy%20Characters/Untitled-2.png)<br><br>~ Ezekiel smiled as his mother came out in her heels and bikini, looking towards her and just giving a look of approval as he saw his mother completely soaked and giving off an amazing vibe of sex appeal. His smile continued as he motioned his mother to rest on the best with his hand and thought for a moment on what the best shots would be and what would cause his mother the most frustration. ~<br><br>" Mom, I don't need to point his out...but you look as young as they do and three times as beautiful. "<br><br>~ Those eyes flashed a wink towards her and he leaned against the garage door for a moment, thinking hard and watching his mother get up on top of that Harley. The dress pants he had put on weren't tight by any means but even with their fitting one could still see the length of shaft that hid below them, just teasing her with what she had created. He smiled and pulled the camera up to take a quick picture, and then looked at it through the LCD screen, adjusting various things with the camera to get the best shot possible. ~<br><br>" That one didn't count since it was just to adjust the camera settings. "<br><br>~ Ezekiel gave her a playful smile, letting her hear the click as he took that first picture. Her erotica form on the bike, riding it and modeling for her own son like some model that was working to get a meal. She may have not realized at first what she was doing but with that first click it may have occurred to her that she was actually modeling and trying to look sexy for her son. What would she think of that once it finally manifested in her mind. The act seemed harmless enough but did he plan on putting these pictures on the internet, putting them together for a portfolio of his photography work? It was hard to deny the fact that others might find these pictures, find them arousing and using them to pleasure themselves as they looked at her sexy form on top of that powerful instrument. ~<br><br>" Alright, put one leg down on the ground and stay seated on the bike. "<br><br>~ Ezekiel would pull the camera back up to his face and aim it directly at her, letting her a second click and then a third click as he spoke verbal commands to her; commands on how to pose and set herself on the bike. The poses were very erotic and visually pleasing to the lustful eye. The poses, one after another, would all be consist of her resting her legs in various ways across the bike or laying against it, getting her to spread her legs and force her slit further down into the seat with each one due to how her legs had to be positioned. The postures all teasing her sex and clit as that smooth warm leather played as a toy to her love button and already frustrated lips that would just be further absorbing all that lotion through her bikini bottoms and setting her form on fire with lust and tingling sensations. ~<br><br>" Alright, lay backwards. Turn upside down so your back is against the seat and the back of your head is resting near the handle bars, use your legs to rest on the ground and balance yourself. "<br><br>~ Ezekiel motioned towards her with that last command, making sure to use a sterner voice to send more of a commanding statement then a request. His body moving all around her and taking pictures that would normally be forbidden by most mothers in this situations, the camera clicking the entire time. He had shots of her riding the bike, looking almost like she was going to lick the seat with her body pushed and grinding into the seat, shots of her ass high in the air as she held onto the back like a lover, her entire body was on display for him and the camera. His body moving around the moment she lay with her back on the bike, if she did, and taking pictures of her body, spread to maintain balance; showing her lips through her suit practically. His thick shaft pressing against the fabric of his pants even more now, letting her see the entire foot long length that would promise to fill and stretch her if she ever found herself in bed with her son. His form leaning in closer to her, taking a close up of her face, letting her feel her side be rubbed by the thick tool, those camera shots moving further down her body; taking pictures of her breasts, long legs, thighs and waist, everything. ~
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				Title: <strong>Re: Demands of the Photographer (Precious Petra &amp; Lusting Corruption)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PreciousPetra</strong> on <strong>26-05-2009, 21:16:59</strong>
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				(http://i531.photobucket.com/albums/dd356/Ire_Adeptus/Elliquiy%20Characters/Charlotte.png)<br><br>Charlotte looked at her son as she again tilted her head to the side. “I know you came into my life when I was only seventeen but that still makes me nearly twice the age of you and your friends.” She returned his smile as she added. “And you are just a little biased about me you know.” She loved he was and that he seemed proud of how great she still looked, he was always proud to tell people who she was. The look on some peoples faces were classic as most didn’t think for one moment she was his mother.<br><br>As he came closer to her and started lining up different angles to try set the shot up her gaze again found his arousal. This time her fingers tightened around the handle bars as she shifted again on the leather seat as she tried to subdue the heat which was growing between her thighs. It really had been too long since she had been satisfied by Steven and the thoughts now running through her mind compounded that because she was now turned on by the fact she may well have caused that arousal in her son. The first click from his camera didn’t snap her out of it either; in fact it had the opposite effect on her mind and her body.<br><br>“I’ll let you have one free for setting up, you still have two Ezekiel.” Give and take, all part of being a parent she thought for the millionenth time since she had given birth to him.<br><br>When she heard the second click she leaned forward a little causing her breasts to hang full and ripe enclosed inside her bikini as she rubbed herself against the leather of the seat. She was starting to have a little fun with this, actually being able to pretend she was a real top model posing for a high class photographer. Nothing wrong with day dreaming while she posed a bit for her son. Nobody would ever see the shots, she was sure he wouldn’t ever show anyone but the two of them if she asked him not to.<br><br>Ezekiel asked her to change poses and she did so. Putting one leg on the ground her fingers still wrapped around the handle bars. She was starting to feel very hot and her heart was starting to thump fast in her chest. Each command she heard from her son she now obeyed. Gone were any thoughts of nobody wishing to see her pose on his bike, now she loved ever second of it? Just goes to show you how little it can take to cheer a sad and lonely women who has a husband who doesn’t even know she exists and certainly who never sees her as sexy or desirable. <br><br>With each new pose Charlotte was feeling more turned on. Her nipples were much harder now and could be seen in clear detail through her bikini top. The heat between her legs just seemed to grow when he asked to pose in a certain way and after a while she even began adding one or two of her own poses. Head thrown back, fingers pushing through her hair, running her tongue over her lips. Her son had her doing even more, as she lay on her back on the huge machine she caught sight of him as he came near to take the shot and she wanted nothing more than for him to climb on top of her and grind his arousal into her now greatly heated core.&nbsp; As she spread her legs in another pose for him she had to fight the urge to grind against the leather to get some release.<br><br><em>" Alright, lay backwards. Turn upside down so your back is against the seat and the back of your head is resting near the handle bars, use your legs to rest on the ground and balance yourself."</em><br><br>His voice spoke as if it was a command, but by now Charlotte was already too heated to remind him who she was. Besides right now she wasn’t his mother, she was a model and her photographer was doing a shot with her. This resulted in him being able to with a few commands have her in poses she had never dreamed anyone would get her to do. She was tempted to run her tongue slowly over the leather as she lay across it with her bum high in the air, hands sprawled. God she was so wet she was almost afraid to glance at the seat in case there were wet patches where her excitement had leaked.<br><br>When she again caught sight of his arousal she groaned inwardly. She could see now his true size, even more so the closer he got with the camera. Her breathing became a little faster, tongue licking over her lips as she resisted the urge to turn over and break the pose so she could rub her sex against the leather. Charlotte was feeling confused, so very confused because she knew had he not been her son she would have asked him to fuck her there and then on the bike.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Demands of the Photographer (Precious Petra &amp; Lusting Corruption)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mister Venaliter</strong> on <strong>26-05-2009, 22:04:40</strong>
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				(http://i531.photobucket.com/albums/dd356/Ire_Adeptus/Elliquiy%20Characters/Untitled-2.png)<br><br>~ The fear that she held in her thoughts, if only for a passing moment, was true. His eyes had fallen onto the leather seat of the bike and just smirked as he saw tiny little patches of wetness that had soaked into material. The arousal of his mother was so great and apparent that he was amazed she hadn't run off to fuck herself stupid with one of her many toys; in which he had originally hoped she would, so he could take photos of that as well without her knowing. The game had changed though, from torturing his mother into pleasuring herself, into a game of seduction that he knew would lead to something even better then her pleasuring herself. ~<br><br>" Take your top off mom. "<br><br>~ He let the command just flow from his lips with smoothness and suave that it would be hard not to just listen and do it; and then let your head roll at what you had just done without thought. His camera moving in closer to her legs, taking shots of her long toned pale flesh that just screamed to be suckled and worshiped. The lens moving up her legs and thighs, taking pictures of her most intimate spots without care or regard to what it may do to his mother, though Ezekiel had it on good authority that it would simply arouse her more until she was to the breaking point. The camera came to rest over to her newly soaked bottoms, taking pictures of her lust and wanton desire for something to stretch it apart and fill it completely. ~<br><br>" They will be great shots, and no one has to see them. I promise. "<br><br>~ The neighbors would still be gone, no one around for miles since everyone in this community held respectable jobs from 9 to 5. His form coming closer to her own, letting her feel the heat radiating from his own and the shaft that drove so closely to her as he moved near the end of the bike where her legs were spread wide-open just waiting for someone to take her in her heat and make her theirs. The massive pipe beneath clothing pushing out and trying to thrust right into her and yet being held back as he continued letting her hear the clicking of his camera as he took more and more pictures of her in her heat; forever having her frozen in her wanton state. ~
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				Title: <strong>Re: Demands of the Photographer (Precious Petra &amp; Lusting Corruption)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PreciousPetra</strong> on <strong>26-05-2009, 23:03:17</strong>
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				(http://i531.photobucket.com/albums/dd356/Ire_Adeptus/Elliquiy%20Characters/Charlotte.png)<br><br>Still lying on her back with her head against the handle bars Charlotte’s breasts were rising and falling much faster now. She could feel how soaked her bikini bottoms were as the thin strip of material pressed against her sex, her body how so hot she felt as if she really were on fire. The desire for relief was ever growing and she knew it would be sooner rather than later that she would have to seek it. She could almost hear her toys calling to her, telling her they would bring her such a sweet relief today. So much sweeter than usual, for the lust she was feeling was all consuming.<br><br><em>"Take your top off mom…They will be great shots, and no one has to see them. I promise."</em><br><br>If there was one thing her son could do it was wrap her around his finger. She had given him all her maternal love and adoration and he in turn adored her. He was the only living soul who did and it was that combined with her current state of heat and lust that his last command did not earn him a slap. Instead she lay there wanton so caught up in how posing for him was making her feel. The fun, the excitement to actually really feel alive again. It was all those things which meant that when the words slipped from his lips his mother shifted into a sitting position, slowly reaching behind her back and un-hooking her bikini top. <br><br>“As long as you promise they remain private,” she replied her voice different now as she tried to contain her ever growing need. She let the top fall forward, her pert breasts released and revealed to her son for the first time since she had nursed him when she was barely more than a teenager herself. Charlotte dropped her top to the floor as she lay back again on the bike, one hand pushing through her hair, spreading her legs more as he continued to take photos of her from almost every angle and so close she could almost touch him.<br><br>His shaft was touchable from the distance he was from her now. She groaned inwardly knowing she couldn’t touch it but wanting to all the same. Right now she was seeing such wrong visions in her head. Visions of him just forgetting who she was and touching her sex as she bucked against his hand like some shameless bitch, easing the heat within her with his fingers, with his shaft. It was these thoughts that made her forget it was not just a dream she was having while asleep and she pinched her nipple as her tongue again glided over her lips, her head pushed right back.<br><br>“Ezekiel.” His name spoken in a whisper though out loud when in truth it was meant to be inside her head only. As in her daydream he had just flicked his tongue over her soaking wet heat. <br><br><br><br><br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Demands of the Photographer (Precious Petra &amp; Lusting Corruption)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mister Venaliter</strong> on <strong>27-05-2009, 15:15:06</strong>
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				(http://i531.photobucket.com/albums/dd356/Ire_Adeptus/Elliquiy%20Characters/Untitled-2.png)<br><br>~ Ezekiel continued taking pictures, letting that camera click and consume his mothers inhibitions with every picture they took; not once thinking about it. His own lust had engulfed his mind and he moved to the side once more and moved close enough that she could feel that hefty piece of meat come to rest on her side and stomach through his pants. The warm piece of flesh just staying there and letting her feel it rub against her as she pinched her nipples and teased herself. ~<br><br>" Your beautiful mom, keep going. "<br><br>~ He kept his hands to himself, wondering how long this would last and how far it would truly go. The camera coming closer to her face and taking pictures of her moaning softly, saying his name breathlessly and trying to get herself off with the slow and enjoyable tweaks of her own nipple.&nbsp; The camera slowly clicking over her body and locking her lust in immortality through the visions of his pictures. ~<br><br>" Finger yourself, show me what you want on top of this bike. "<br><br>~ His body twisted and let her feel the fat girth tease across her side and stomach as it did. The camera focusing n her slit and legs, waiting for her hand to come down and begin teasing herself until she came on the warm intoxicating leather. Ezekiels mind racing with thoughts of his mother becoming his own submissive cum slut, thinking of how she would look and feel bouncing up and down his cock, how she would enjoy being worked over like a whore and fucked without worry of how badly she may become broken. He wanted nothing more then to worship her body, tease and torture it until it was his and she knew her role as nothing more then a submissive goddess of pain and pleasure; twisting to her faithful believers desires and lust. ~<br><br>" Mmm, hold that. "<br><br>~ Ezekiel moved away from a moment, giving her some time to either collect her thoughts or go at herself without any attention but those they may have been watching around her. He would come back a moment later and hand her some type of lotion that would qualify as baby-oil; watching her to cover form in those juices and become a shimmering goddess as she fingered and teased herself. Her words, if any of disagreement, went unheard by him as he just continued taking one picture after another. His face coming closer to her, moving between her legs and taking pictures of her flowing lips, his nose smelling and enjoying the scent of her desire. ~
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				Title: <strong>Re: Demands of the Photographer (Precious Petra &amp; Lusting Corruption)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PreciousPetra</strong> on <strong>27-05-2009, 21:03:52</strong>
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				(http://i531.photobucket.com/albums/dd356/Ire_Adeptus/Elliquiy%20Characters/Charlotte.png)<br><br>She seemed to have completely forgotten who not only she was but who was taking the photographs of her. Instead of being reserved because he was her son Charlotte was in fact letting down her guard in more ways than one. As a rule she tried not to show this side of her frustration and sadness keeping it buried deep inside her self. But that afternoon she was far from being reserved and was beginning to lose her inhabitations one by one. When she felt his covered shaft against her stomach she arched her body slightly so she was pressing against it, she could feel the heat from him pinching and twisting her nipples harder. His name now breathlessly on her lips without care<br><br><em>"Your beautiful mom, keep going."</em><br><br>The fact he called her mom wasn’t even enough to snap her out of her state of arousal and she did as he told her to. Rubbing herself against the leather his camera was so close to her face but she didn’t push it away. She ran her fingers through her hair, tongue licking over her lips as the heat continued to grow.<br><br><em>"Finger yourself; show me what you want on top of this bike."</em><br><br>By this time Charlotte knew just what she wanted on top of the bike and his shaft was so obviously hard against her now. Her mouth opened before sense prevailed and instead she let out a frustrated moan. She didn’t tell him what she wanted on top of the bike was sex with…him. Moving her hand down out of her hair her fingers slipped between her legs to tease and rub her clitoris through the tiny strip of material that was the only thing preventing Ezekiel from seeing her fully naked.<br><br>Such depraved visions flashed in her mind as she teased her self and all of them involved her beloved son doing things to her and her to him that she should have been doing with her husband-his father. When his body moved away from hers she moaned rubbing her swollen clitoris harder as she did as he asked and held the pose. When he returned she took the baby oil and applied it to her body before dropping it on the floor. “It would have been easier if you had covered me in that,” she breathed as a vision of his hands in place of hers flashed into her mind as she returned to teasing her self. Now very much at the height of her desire and lust. <br><br>When his face came closer and moved between her legs she spread them further apart as he took more photographs. She wanted to touch him so badly, wanted to push his head even closer to her so he could taste her. But she didn’t. She just pulled and twisted one of her nipples as she fingered herself, every now and then she would moan his name.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Demands of the Photographer (Precious Petra &amp; Lusting Corruption)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mister Venaliter</strong> on <strong>28-05-2009, 18:20:03</strong>
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				(http://i531.photobucket.com/albums/dd356/Ire_Adeptus/Elliquiy%20Characters/Untitled-2.png)<br><br>~ Ezekiel continued to take one picture after another, never ceasing the clicks of that camera as used her entire body as a play thing for his camera and imagination. His form coming closer to her face as he stepped to the side, letting her feel that thick foot length of cock brush against her neck and face; getting pictures of her face in that wanton desire and lust. His hips slowly moved to tease her even further, letting her feel the warmth of that pulsating flesh beneath clothing, a single hand sliding away for a moment to lift her bottoms and watch her tease and finger herself like a shameless whore. ~<br><br>" Your so hot, keep going. Mmm, I can smell you. "<br><br>~ His camera clicked a few times as he heard her moaning his name, teasing and pinching her nibbles, rubbing and playing with her slit like a woman possessed. Those eyes slowly moving from the camera finally and watching as he gripped the hem of her bottoms and pulled them up, forcing her fingers to slide even further into her slit, pushing more pressure down on her lips. Her son cared little of how they appeared to any that had made their way through the area, not giving a damn; he was so close to claiming his mother as his own that he would not be stopped; except by her. A soft groan of pleasure came from his throat finally, watching as he moved back to her legs and pushed her bottoms to the side, seeing her finger herself and taking pictures of her from this angle, ensuring to get her face and entire form that just craved something to be thrust and pounded into her. ~
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				Title: <strong>Re: Demands of the Photographer (Precious Petra &amp; Lusting Corruption)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PreciousPetra</strong> on <strong>28-05-2009, 21:35:59</strong>
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				(http://i531.photobucket.com/albums/dd356/Ire_Adeptus/Elliquiy%20Characters/Charlotte.png)<br><br>Charlotte was starting to loose all her sanity and reason. She could feel his arousal brushing against her neck and face, her tongue licking over her lips wanting to feel his size in her mouth and pushed down her throat and deep inside her pussy. At that very moment she only thought of him as her photographer, a man who could give her body what it so craved and right now badly needed. She wasn’t thinking of him as being her son at all or that she shouldn’t want that from him because he had grown inside her. All that mattered to her at that moment was he had what she craved and wanted.<br><br>Even when he lifted her bikini bottoms so he could watch her she didn’t pull away. Instead she moaned as she continued to rub her now swollen clitoris, two fingers pushing deep inside her self as she arched slightly. No women on earth needed to be taken by a man at that moment more than Charlotte needed to be taken by Ezekiel. Then she heard his groan of pleasure as he pushed aside the brief strip of material so he could watch her try and make her aching body come with her fingers. It was then that something snapped inside her head as it finally dawned on her she was behaving this way not just in front of any man but her own son.<br><br>“No, we can’t.” the words spilling from her lips as she pushed the camera away from her and she sat up and swung her legs over the bike and onto the ground. “I’m so sorry. I…I don’t know why I did that.” She didn’t even stop to pick up her discarded bikini top as she ran toward the house. Her body was aching, her pussy throbbing and her lust still there as she ran, not stopping until she reached her room and slammed the door shut behind her. Again she caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror only this time the reflection she saw was of someone who was flushed, aroused and still in need of an orgasm.<br><br>Charlotte fell onto her knees in front of her bedside table and flung things around inside it until she found one of her favourite toys. Grabbing the huge dildo to complete the pleasure unknown to her Ezekiel had carefully planned. It was far from the ideal solution but it was at that time the only option available to her. Maybe very soon she would dress in something tempting and go out to find a hot blooded male to really ease her lust and her loneliness. At least to ease the loneliness for a short while.<br><br>That was preferable to being tempted to have sex with her own son. Wasn’t it?<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Demands of the Photographer (Precious Petra &amp; Lusting Corruption)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PreciousPetra</strong> on <strong>19-06-2009, 21:53:16</strong>
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				(http://i531.photobucket.com/albums/dd356/Ire_Adeptus/Elliquiy%20Characters/Charlotte.png)<br><br>Later that evening…<br><br>Her toys had failed to end the deep ache of need that still seemed to throb inside her sexually unfulfilled body. She had managed to avoid her son for the most part since he had managed to talk her into posing on his motorbike and things had very nearly gotten out of control. Charlotte had showered and dressed in a very tight short black leather dress, her long legs covered in leather thigh boots before calling a taxis and heading out to the more seedy side of town. She couldn’t go to any nightclubs or bars that any of their friends, neighbours or acquaintances might go to. No for what she was seeking tonight it would be much wiser to go to the rough side of town find what she needed.<br><br>Several bars and hours later she was rather the worse for wear. She had drunk far too much to try and dull the memory of having nearly begged her son to fuck her as well as to find the courage to find release for her body from some stranger she met instead of Ezekiel. But despite her need she had found herself being very picky when it came to actually agreeing to fuck one of the men who she flirted with, from the many who had come onto her. The ones she had flirted with were still many and to those who watched her she must have looked like a real prick teasing slut. She had agreed to leave with at least three men but none of them had ended up inside her though she had given one a great blow job, a second hand relief while a third had got as far as pushing her dress up above her waist while her body had been pushed up against an alley wall. But in the end when it came to actually letting any of them fuck her she had seen her sons face flash in front of her and she had told the guy to stop, saying she had changed her mind. After each encounter she had freshened up in the ladies even using those disgusting chew balls from the dispenser to clean her teeth. But none of the three had made her feel anything like pleasure at all. In fact the acts she had done on the guys felt no different than the ones she had done to her husband when he had bothered to share their bed for more than sleep.<br><br>It was past 2am when the taxis pulled out of her drive and Charlotte had fumbled for her door keys making much more noise than she would have normally. The spirits she had thrown down her neck had clearly taken the toll on her coordination though by some miracle she still looked as hot as hell. Amazing what regular touching up of make up can do for a woman really. Once she did manage to find the key hole she let herself into the house shutting the door behind her as quietly as she could though it was most likely far too loud by her usual standards. She walked across the hall making her way to the stairs with every intention of climbing them to go to bed.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Demands of the Photographer (Precious Petra &amp; Lusting Corruption)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mister Venaliter</strong> on <strong>20-06-2009, 00:37:52</strong>
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				(http://i531.photobucket.com/albums/dd356/Ire_Adeptus/Elliquiy%20Characters/Untitled-2.png)<br><br>" Where have you been? "<br><br>~ Her son spoke as she tried to begin her trek up the staircase, his form coming out from behind her as rounded the corner of the hallway right beside the stairs at the bottom. His form was dressed in nothing more then a pair of loose running pants that fell along his perfected waist muscles; the loose fabric not doing anything to hide the large throbbing piece of meat that was below them. His form coming up close to her own, able to smell the alcohol a mile away and knowing that this would be his last chance to break down her resolve and take his mother as his own lover and slave. ~<br><br>" Out drinking? "<br><br>~ He would move one hand along her waist and pull her in tightly, knowing that his advances could be much more blunt now with her being drunk. His chest pushing into her back letting her feel those bare muscles against her own skin, and her ass being parted by his enlarged flesh that easily stretched his loose pants. Those lips coming down and finding her neck as he licked it softly and just teased her a bit more, not willing to let her go so easily after watching her suffer from his fathers lack of attention to her. A single hand moving up and revealing the photos that he had printed out from their recent activity, letting her see just how wanton and slutty she had been earlier for her own son. ~<br><br>" I can smell you from here, and you look so delicious tonight mother. Is there something you want me to help with, hmmm? "
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				Title: <strong>Re: Demands of the Photographer (Precious Petra &amp; Lusting Corruption)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PreciousPetra</strong> on <strong>20-06-2009, 03:46:12</strong>
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				(http://i531.photobucket.com/albums/dd356/Ire_Adeptus/Elliquiy%20Characters/Charlotte.png)<br><br>Charlotte’s fingers gripped the bottom of the banister tightly, one foot on the bottom step when she heard the sound of his voice. She froze in her tracks though it wasn’t more than a few seconds before her body started swaying slightly as the effects of the amount of alcohol she had consumed took a firmer hold. Her gaze lifted from the stairs to look at him as he came nearer to her from the side of the stairs, eyes sweeping his form she could not help but see his arousal, almost throbbing for release from his jobbing pants.<br><br>“I’ve been out,” she told him her words much more steady than she thought they would be. “In case you have forgotten I’m your mother and you are my son. I question you if you come home late not the other way around!”<br>Brushing some of her hair from her face she sighed. “So what if I have been drinking? Don’t you think I have several good reasons to get so drunk that it blocks everything out that is crap about my life? Because I do, maybe one day I will get drunk enough to forget I am even married to your lousy rotten cheating son of a bitch father.”<br><br>Her tongue was never usually this loose but with a large amount of drink inside her she was far bolder. She felt his hand move around her waist as he pulled her toward him, his bare chest pressed against the leather covering her back the dress still clinging tightly to her shapely form. But it was when she felt his arousal moving against her, pushing between the cheeks of her rear that she opened her mouth again to tell him to stop only to instead find the only sound that escaped her lips was a gasp of pleasure as his tongue licked the salty skin of her tender neck. <br><br>Charlotte’s attention was however soon drawn to the photos he held in front of her to see and looked at them in horror. She looked like some common street slut almost cumming on the back of his bike as her fingers ploughed deeply into her wet and aching sex. “You can not smell me it’s a lie!” She tried to pull away from him shaking her head as she did so. “How could you print those and show me? Don’t you know how terrible I feel about what nearly happened today?” <br><br>Again she shook her head as she managed to free herself from his hold. “It doesn’t matter what you think I look like you can’t help me with anything I need. You’re my son for Gods sake, Ezekiel not my husband.” Charlotte again went as if to start climbing the stairs but in her haste to get away from him as well as all the drink she had consumed she stumbled on the second step and went as if she were going to fall.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Demands of the Photographer (Precious Petra &amp; Lusting Corruption)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mister Venaliter</strong> on <strong>20-06-2009, 06:21:23</strong>
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				(http://i531.photobucket.com/albums/dd356/Ire_Adeptus/Elliquiy%20Characters/Untitled-2.png)<br><br>" Mmm, why don't you give it a try mother? You are more then just my mother, you are the woman I truly love. "<br><br>~ Ezekiel would watch as she broke from his grasp with ease since he did nothing to stop her, those eyes following her form and just wishing they could see everything her body had to offer. The way her muscles flexed with each step, how her body looked so delicious in that leather, everything about anything she did was intoxicating to him and he would find a way to break through this mental barrier that she had up of not letting anything happen between them. ~<br><br>" Whoa there... "<br><br>~ Ezekiel reached out quickly and gripped her form, catching her from hitting the floor and hurting herself; though if she had twisted her ankle or something to that like there was nothing he could do. As he held her form in his strong arms like she was a lover that needed help he would look down to her and just tilt his head, letting her see the love he held for her in his eyes; how he wanted to worship every inch of her body and love every part of her soul. The determination to have her would also be shown in those spheres that clung to her own, just resting so out in the open and available to any that looked. Those eyes would not break a single time as he carried her up the staircase, not letting her go this time, not wanting her to hurt herself. His body pressing against hers until he opened her bedroom door and walked in; setting her on the bed and leaning down as he drew her lips into a kiss without hesitation. ~<br><br>" You don't want to admit it, but I know you want this as much as I do. Don't you? You want to feel me against you, taking you, breaking you, using you until you scream out in pleasure and lust wanting only more as it all passes by...you want that just as badly as I want to take you and make you mine, to worship every inch of that body of yours, to know you better then any other ever has. "
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				Title: <strong>Re: Demands of the Photographer (Precious Petra &amp; Lusting Corruption)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PreciousPetra</strong> on <strong>20-06-2009, 13:00:46</strong>
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				(http://i531.photobucket.com/albums/dd356/Ire_Adeptus/Elliquiy%20Characters/Charlotte.png)<br><br><em>You are more then just my mother; you are the woman I truly love."</em><br><br>The words kept echoing around inside her head. It had been so long since a man, any man had told her he loved her that she had never expected to hear them again. But now not only was she hearing them she was hearing them from her own son and much to her dismay she wasn’t sorry he loved her in that way. Charlotte knew that their relationship had always been un-conventional compared to other mothers and sons and the reason she had believed that was the case was how his father treated her and to a degree him. She had been a constant influence in his life and she knew she didn’t want that to ever end and from the way he was now speaking he didn’t intend it to ever end either.<br><br>As she stumbled on the stairs she felt his arms go around her form, catching her and stopping her from hitting the stairs and being hurt. She was more than aware of how good it felt as he held her, hell it felt so good to feel him hold her in such a way that she slipped her arms around his neck. “Thank you,” she told him quietly as she lifted her gaze and met his which really led to her un-doing. There was no mistaking the look in his eyes and it was not simply the love a son held for his mother any more than he would see that the love she held for him was much more than a love a mother held for her son. And it was right there and then that she finally admitted to herself her true feelings for him. She was in love with her son; it was as simple as that. As he carried her up the stairs, holding her close to him, they did not once break eye contact even when he pushed open her bedroom door, stepping inside and laying her down on her bed, her arms slipping from around his neck as he did so.<br><br>Charlotte knew despite how she felt about him she should push him away when he leaned down and kissed her on the lips. However that was not what she did. Instead she accepted his kiss, parting her own lips and kissing him back, the feeling was intoxicating.<br><br>She was old enough not to fall for such words such as the ones he said to her and had it been anyone other than him she would have even at this point dismissed them and tried to insist he was wrong. Even now she knew she should say that but at this point the overwhelming need which was still throbbing away inside her screamed at her to not let this chance slip through her fingers. It may well have been the drink influencing her but at that point she didn’t care.<br><br>“I shouldn’t admit it, I’ve managed to pretend otherwise for months,” Her voice was soft as she began to let down her guard, her hands resting on his shoulders. “Yes I want this Ezekiel, I want to feel your body against mine, breaking me, taking me. If you can make me scream in pleasure and lust for more, if you can give me what I thought I’d never have again and more, so much more.”&nbsp; Her hands slid down his back till they found the waist of his jogging pants and began to push them down over his hips. “You already know me better than anyone else. Once this is done there will be no going back for either of us. So if you are sure, really sure then take me Ezekiel and make me yours from now on.”<br><br>Did she actually know what she was saying or really agreeing to? She may have known her son better than she knew herself but she didn’t know there was another darker side sexually to Ezekiel and he would soon open her eyes and her life to that side of him. Charlotte would become more than just a simple lover…now what an awakening that would prove to be.<br><br><br><br>&nbsp;<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Demands of the Photographer (Precious Petra &amp; Lusting Corruption)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mister Venaliter</strong> on <strong>27-06-2009, 19:18:11</strong>
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				(http://i531.photobucket.com/albums/dd356/Ire_Adeptus/Elliquiy%20Characters/Untitled-2.png)<br><br>~ Ezekiel needed no further motivation in his pursuit of his mother, and soon to be lover; not to mention slave and toy. He loved this woman so dearly he would do anything for her, but he needed to sate his own lust as well and hopefully that would sate his mothers. As they climbed those stairs Ezekiel said nothing but gave a soft nod of agreement and knowing, followed by a deep kiss and ravished her lips and neck. His teeth grazed and kneaded her tender flesh, pulled her lips back, suckled softly on them, teased every inch that they could reach on her form. Those strong arms gave her no way of escaping now as they tightened with each step until they were in his room and he dropped her on his bed; climbing ontop of her form and pinning her hands above her head. ~<br><br>" I am going to make you scream, cry, beg, and love every second of our new lives. You will be mine and I will make sure you are always satisfied and happy, never given a single reason to shed a tear or desire anything else. "<br><br>~ His words were hot against her neck as he slide down her form and pushed the top of her dress down, exposing her breasts and kissing and biting into the tender skin of these globes; pulling the skin up and letting it smack down as he became an animal of lust with no limits. His eyes moving up to meet her own for a moment and then breaking from her flesh before licking his way back up to her neck and then lips. His lips finding her own and teasing them with just bare brushes of his own. ~<br><br>" Mmm, i'm not even going to wait to make sure my lover knows how is in control. Do you think you could handle that mother, hmmm? Do you want your son to break you and make you his this very night? "
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				Title: <strong>Re: Demands of the Photographer (Precious Petra &amp; Lusting Corruption)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PreciousPetra</strong> on <strong>27-06-2009, 21:50:29</strong>
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				(http://i531.photobucket.com/albums/dd356/Ire_Adeptus/Elliquiy%20Characters/Charlotte.png)<br><br>It was the briefest of moments between her final acceptance of their deep shared feelings and love for one another to when she felt his lips on hers and again she didn’t try and resist. As he kissed her deeply she returned in kind, her lips parting as he ravished her neck, teeth nipping and tormenting her still young flesh. Charlotte had only ever wanted to be loved by one man in her life though the one she had chosen had left her feeling lonely and unwanted. She had asked herself time and again why her husband no longer desired her or even seemed to care if she were alive or dead except that it would ruin his family image if she were to breathe her last. Maybe then eyes would watch him closely and find him not to be the man he claimed to be to those who unlike his wife and son didn’t really know him.<br><br>As Ezekiel wrapped his arms tightly around her and again lifted her into his arms she in turn slipped her arms around his neck. He held her so tightly this time, so tightly it was almost in a possessive way. But instead of making her feel uneasy it sent a thrill down her spine to know he wanted her in this way as much as he clearly did. His lips moved over her neck, suckling as teeth grazed over it and she could not help but be drawn in deeper and deeper as she in turn pressed her body against his, her own lips just as demanding when they met his. It was only a matter of thirty seconds between her bedroom and his before she found herself dropped onto his bed and she only had time to take in a single breath before he had climbed on top of her and she found her own hands pinned above his head and she was face to face with her son, so close she could feel his hot breath as they looked at each other as he spoke.<br><br>[l]"I am going to make you scream, cry, beg, and love every second of our new lives. You will be mine and I will make sure you are always satisfied and happy, never given a single reason to shed a tear or desire anything else."[/i]<br><br>His words broke any last resolve she may still have had inside her even if a large amount of alcohol had not been running through her veins. This was the reason she hadn’t been able give her body to any of the men she had picked up in the bar earlier that evening. They didn’t know her or care about her let alone want to make her theirs or make her happy. All they wanted was a pussy to fuck before going back to their own lousy lives without even knowing her name. But he not only knew her and cared about her; he loved her and wanted to make her happy, she was more than a warm wet pussy to shove his cock into. That was the reason none of those nameless guys really stood a chance. They were not Ezekiel.<br><br>“I love you,” The words were simple but they meant the world and in turn would give him the world with her in it as his lover.<br><br>Charlotte’s breathing was more heavy as he moved down her body, pushing down the top of her tight leather dress and giving him the first sight of her breasts since he had been a child. She arched her body toward him as his mouth kissed and bit into them, the sound of the full flesh smacking down as he became more passionate aroused her further her fingers slipping into his hair as she lay under him moaning. “I want you so badly it almost hurts.”<br><br>Once more her eyes met his before he licked his way up her neck, lips just touching when he spoke again. If there had been a choice earlier for her their certainly wasn’t one now.<br><br>“I know I want and need only you Ezekiel. And I know I am not the one in control in this relationship anymore.” Her lips were still touching his, brushing against his softly between her words. “Break me so I belong to you and nobody else.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Demands of the Photographer (Precious Petra &amp; Lusting Corruption)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mister Venaliter</strong> on <strong>04-07-2009, 21:07:15</strong>
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				(http://i531.photobucket.com/albums/dd356/Ire_Adeptus/Elliquiy%20Characters/Untitled-2.png)<br><br>~ Ezekiel gave his mother little chance to retract the pleading beg to break her, to take her as his own and completely dominate her; turning her into little more then a toy to be used and abused. His lips found hers once more and kissed her deeply, sucking the breath from her lungs and ravishing her with fiery passion. Ezekiel had waited for too long for this moment and he was going to make up for every second his mother had found herself resisting him or not admitting to herself what she truly wanted. ~<br><br>" You are mine, now and forever. "<br><br>~ His hands went right to her waist as he lifted from her form and flipped her onto her stomach, his form leaving her only but a moment as he slipped from the bed. The strong body bent down and retrieved some various toys from a box that he had hidden there earlier; having hoped tonight would be the night, as well as understanding it would be his only chance to solidify this. It would only take a moment and she would feel his strong body against her from behind as he forced her legs apart and rid her of whatever garments she had on protecting her slit. After he had discarded whatever she had protecting her sensitive lips she would find him taking control of her form, spreading her legs even further apart and then attaching something to her ankles; a divider rod with ankle cuffs. ~<br><br>" I'm going to make sure my new slave is ready and begging for all of what her master has planned. "<br><br>~ His tone left his lips with this undeniable darkness in them, the very words able to send a shiver down her spine; but was it a shiver of anticipation or fear? Possibly both? Charlotte was the only one who would know that, but Ezekiel would try to sway her as far as he could with what was about to befall her delicious form. After her ankles were secured and she was unable to close her legs at all, displaying her treasure to him and whoever else happened to walk in, she would feel him pulling her arms back. They were placed together behind her back and then wrist cuffed as well by leather straps that resembled bracelets; keeping her arms behind her back and secured tightly. ~<br><br>" I've been trying to decide how to break you for awhile Mother, to make you into my slave. A loving slave for a loving master, and this is only the first step on that path. "<br><br>~ Ezekiel moved along her form, squeezing her ass that was forced into the air, his hands rubbing and teasing the delicious flesh hidden by her black dress. Those hands moving further up her back now right after-wards, running his bare finger tips across the exposed flesh and delighting in its feel. As he came to her front she would see those strong arms and hands holding something in them, a bottle of some liquid and a rather large toy of the sexual kind. The toy turned out to be a Rabbit Vibrator, and a rather powerful one; completely clear and letting her see every piece of machine in it that would bring her to the edge over and over. Her questions and pleads would go unanswered by him, giving her nothing but silence as she could see him take the liquid and apply it to the toy, lubing it up and getting it ready; drenching it in the same liquid he had used on his bike to make her so hot. ~<br><br>" I'm going to put this into you, turn it to low and adjust to move to high on its own and leave you alone for an hour now. When I come back, we'll just have to see what is left of you. "<br><br>~ Ezekiel did not crack a smile, he did not smirk, he didn't even let a chuckle leave his lips as he moved behind her; smacking her ass hard with his hand and enjoying the sting it caused to his own flesh. The toy was covered in even more of that liquid, as well as squirting some of it directly onto her clit and slit, before inserting the toy and pressing a few buttons on the end of it. The soft hum of the toy starting out slowly as he rocked it into her form, cradling it back and forth as each movement took it further into her. The sensation of the soft flexible material spreading her apart something to marvel at with the constant low vibration that beamed out of the toy, along with the rolling marbles that moved along its length inside and provided extra stimulation. Ezekiel continued pushing the toy until at last it came to sink inside of her the full 8 inches, twisting and turning on its own accord against her lips while the liquid only served to warm and drive her sex crazy with desire. ~<br><br>" mmm, enjoy this mother. "<br><br>~ Ezekiel took his leave, not coming back for a full hour, leaving her to deal with the sensations that would turn from Pleasure to pain, and eventually become a combination of the two; hopefully overloading his mothers timid nature and sense of self. When he came back in he wasn't only hoping for his mother to be screaming for more, he wanted her to not even know her own name; he would make sure of that, and not stopped until he reached his goal. His mother would be his lover, his slave, his fuck-toy, and most importantly be little more then a submissive woman with never ending wanton desire. ~
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				Title: <strong>Re: Demands of the Photographer (Precious Petra &amp; Lusting Corruption)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PreciousPetra</strong> on <strong>04-07-2009, 23:30:08</strong>
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				(http://i531.photobucket.com/albums/dd356/Ire_Adeptus/Elliquiy%20Characters/Charlotte.png)<br><br>The truth was that despite her begging him to break her and make her his own his mother couldn’t have even imagined what her son had in store for her. He was young and therefore she under estimated his desire to completely own her body and soul and that again despite his youth he knew just how to do so with the greatest effect. His lips claimed hers again once she had begged him and she almost felt as if he would leave her with no breath left in her. But still she submitted to his will accepting his kiss, the fire it held only enflaming her own passion for him.<br><br>“No one must ever find out what we have.” <br><br>The words left her lips on the tail end of his declaration she now belonged to him forever. Charlotte felt his hands move to her waist and she felt a pang of excitement when he turned her over onto her stomach. Though she heard his body move from the bed she didn’t try and move, instead she lay there with her heart beating faster in her chest as she heard him pull something out from under his bed. It seemed only seconds later he was touching her again, only this time he pushed her legs apart pulling the g-string which had barely covered her sex. This only made her heart beat even faster though she didn’t expect what happened next as he spread her legs wide and she felt him secure cuffs to her ankles. When she then tried to move her legs she realised she couldn’t and that there was something, a rod keeping her legs spread wide and her sex exposed to his gaze.<br><br>“You really are going to dominate me aren’t you?”<br><br>To some that may have been a foolish thing to say but for Charlotte it made perfect sense as she began to understand he didn’t intend to just talk the talk like so many other men often did. Many men claimed to be dominant such as her cheating husband but often they were just words with no real meaning behind them. But already her son was convincing her he planned to walk the walk and when he called himself her master she had every reason to believe that was just what he was going to be from now on. <br><br>The tone in which he had spoken was more than enough to convince her this was serious just as the shiver which ran down her spine added weight to that belief. Was she afraid of what was about to happen between them? Yes she was but fear could be a healthy emotion and was far better than being clever about this situation she had chosen to put herself into. Was the shiver also of anticipation of what he could possibly offer her as his slave? It was, and the two emotions were as strong as each other as she lay there on his bed as he then took hold of her arms and bought them behind her back, she felt him place her wrists in straps meaning she was now unable to move at all. Or if she did it would be a pointless fraction and not be worth the effort.<br><br>“How long have you been wanting me like this Ezekiel?”<br><br>She could hear the excitement in her own voice as she asked the question, his hands on her ass squeezing it through her leather dress and she let out a soft moan. His fingers moved over her flesh and her lips parted in excitement though it was when she saw the bottle of liquid and the very large Rabbit vibrator in his hands that bought a strange sound from deep in her throat. His mother couldn’t take her eyes from its size as a slight fascination with the inner workings which she could see through the clear exterior as he covered it with the liquid. Her slight fascination ended in a cry of panic when he told her what he planned to do with it and how long he was going to leave it inside her for.<br><br>“Oh God no, please I’ll never survive that long.”<br><br>She flinched when he smacked her ass hard as he prepared himself for the next stage. Charlotte however didn’t know how she could prepare for what he was going to do nor what would happen to her body and mind during the next hour. She knew he was deadly serious in his intent; she wasn’t foolish enough to even think anymore that he may be vanilla. She licked her dry lips as he applied some of the lotion onto her already needy clit and sex. Slowly she felt the vibration begin and him push the huge toy into her and with each movement he made back and forth she moaned with want. By the time its size was fully deep inside of her the twisting and turning along with the liquid soon had her moaning louder.<br><br>He had told her to enjoy it and at first she did though by the end of the hour maybe a different word would have been more suitable. Never in all her life had she felt such stimulation on her clit and in her sex, her cries, screams begging him to make it stop began about half way through the hour could be heard throughout the upstairs of their house. She couldn’t have cared less who else heard her though she knew there was only her son to hear her pleading screams. Charlotte’s body was twitching and arching and her sex felt as if it were on fire as she came several times only to find it bought her no relief as the stimulation continued. She thought the pain was unbearable though it was the combination of it with the pleasure which finally bought her to the edge of insanity. Her hair was wet with sweat and sticking to her exposed shoulders, her leather dress now like a second skin as it clung to her sweat covered body and she was nothing more than a whimpering, moaning slave who wanted to cum over and over again for her master.<br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Demands of the Photographer (Precious Petra &amp; Lusting Corruption)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mister Venaliter</strong> on <strong>10-08-2009, 14:14:32</strong>
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				~ Ezekiel found himself enjoying the sounds of his mother, her screams and cries for relief enough for that thick member to stir once more and harden. After all though, could anyone resist the alluring tone of a woman's scream? In the long moments between his leaving of the room, and his re-entering of the room nothing was on his mind but how to make sure his mother would never know anything but the rewards and punishments of her master. Ideas were working themselves in and out of his mind, some deviously delicious and others simple takes of older taboo ideas, and worse yet for the beautiful Charlotte they were all options. The woman that was calling out his name was no longer just his mother, she was his toy and slave. ~<br><br>" Mmm, yes...those are the sounds I want mother. "<br><br>~ His dark voice released the raspy words as he walked back into the room, throwing a leather neck collar towards the side of the bed; willing to take care of that later on. His form was completely nude now, letting her see the massively sized cock that swayed between his thighs with each step. The swollen purple head gleaming in the light with his own pre-cum surrounding and coating it; her moans more then enough to stir it to life. ~<br><br>" Is someone tired, hmmm or does she simply want a fucking? "<br><br>~ Ezekiels toned and well formed body would slowly move towards Charlotte on the bed, collecting her juices that had been spilled onto the sheets with two fingers. Those fingers moving up and tracing the puddles along the bed and then smearing them across her lips, letting her taste and enjoy the smell of herself before a hard slap came to her ass. The hand resting on her cheek forcing her ass into the air and holding it there in case she was too tired to control her own body and his lips moving close; collecting a single lick across her slit before pulling back and watching her reaction to all of this. ~
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				Title: <strong>Re: Demands of the Photographer (Precious Petra &amp; Lusting Corruption)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PreciousPetra</strong> on <strong>10-08-2009, 20:55:28</strong>
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				(http://i531.photobucket.com/albums/dd356/Ire_Adeptus/Elliquiy%20Characters/Charlotte.png)<br><br>It no longer mattered to her that the man she was begging to end her current torment was her own son. At that moment all that mattered to Charlotte was for the vibrator to be pulled from her dripping wet sex and for his hardened shaft to replace it. Her state of arousal was now so heightened, her body so sensitive to the touch it would be seen twitching quite clearly by Ezekiel when he finally re-entered his bedroom. Just as he would hear her breathless panting.<br><br>Even now she did not fully know what to expect from him either that evening or in the future. But what she did know was she wanted everything he had to give her, seeking in him all that had been lacking in his father and all of the men she had given the come on too earlier that evening.<br><br>The sound of her voice could still be heard clearly echoing around the upstairs of the house as her screams begging him to come back were eventually granted. She heard the door open once again and the sound of his voice almost calm in comparison to her own. She was too distressed to notice the leather collar he threw to one side when he stepped into the room, her eyes focusing on his toned naked body as he walked toward her. His own arousal was clearly evident bringing a groan from her as she pulled against the cuffs which held her in place on his bed.<br><br>“I want…need to be fucked, please Ezekiel. I can’t bare…it anymore.”<br><br>Charlotte was tired and her body felt weak but she knew she would find no rest until he gave her the deep satisfaction she craved. No vibrator could do it, she knew as well as he did that she needed him inside her throbbing sex. The sheet under her sweating body was wet with her juices, her mouth opened and she instantly sucked on his fingers as he brushed them over her lips. The taste of herself on his musky skin only added to her need, letting out a single cry when his hand came into sharp contact with her ass. She felt his tongue lick over her slit and she whimpered. <br><br>“Oh God Ezekiel, please fuck me.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Demands of the Photographer (Precious Petra &amp; Lusting Corruption)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mister Venaliter</strong> on <strong>10-08-2009, 21:09:48</strong>
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				" You will not receive a single thing Mother, until you address me by what you know me as now. "<br><br>~Ezekiel moved closer to her form, those fingers gripping the vibrator and pushing it further; that manipulation rolling it and twisting it inside of her slit. The endless nature of his torture adding to the overall pleasure of the situation as he took every second in, smelled the aroma from their bodies, watched as her body almost spasmed with nothing less then pure need and wanton lust.~<br><br>" Mmmm, come on...let me hear you beg for your master and son to fuck you. "<br><br>~His eyes moved to hers as he gingerly pulled the vibrator from her slit, deciding their was a better way to break her; leaving her body empty. The sudden lack of anything teasing her surely was enough to push her over that small line of sanity and insanity. If it wasn't it was a step in the right direction as he positioned himself directly behind her and began to rub that thick tool between her lips once more, letting her feel the entire length just tease and part her lips; that massive head pushing her slit apart and then never entering as the warm spread through her from his cock. ~<br><br>" Let me hear you mother, beg like a good little fuck toy. "<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Demands of the Photographer (Precious Petra &amp; Lusting Corruption)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PreciousPetra</strong> on <strong>11-08-2009, 02:25:24</strong>
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				(http://i531.photobucket.com/albums/dd356/Ire_Adeptus/Elliquiy%20Characters/Charlotte.png)<br><br>Though his words penetrated her mind his actions distracted her for a time as his fingers took hold of the vibrator, twisting and turning it deep inside her dripping sex. Charlotte was unable to hold back the loud whimpering and moaning sounds which came from her as he tortured her already over sensitive body even more. Her body twitched and she wasn’t sure how much more she could take, positive her mind was about to break if it had not done so already.<br><br>Even when her eyes met his she didn’t come to her senses. She should have been able to find the will power and desire to resist him, to tell him she had been mistaken in her feelings for him. But she just couldn’t, because despite all the reasons she shouldn’t want him as her lover and her master, she did want him. When he pulled the large vibrator from her abused sex she let out a cry with the loss. It had been buried inside her, teasing her, arousing her and bringing her to climax several times for over an hour and the lack of it now was overwhelming and nearly too much for her already fragile state of mind.<br><br>“Master please, please fuck me.” <br><br>The words fell from her lips as she panted, begging as she felt her son rub his length against her aching sex. She tried and failed to push herself back as the head brushed between her lower lips, the heat building with each passing second. The feeling was both wonderful and tormenting as her body craved his even more. She was giving her heart, soul and her submission to own son and willingly calling him master. Giving him everything his father had thrown back in her face once two often and now lost forever even though he didn’t know it. And to his own son. <br>
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