The loli's perspective/Tell me about waking up as a loli
My mother...holy crap. My new mom is not a bad person, I have discovered. It will all make sense, sort of.
Alright, let's start from the beginning. It's been a while so I may be foggy about some the details but this is basically what happen. When I met my mother for the first time, I was picking her up at a local club. She reeked of a desperate need for some time out. You could see it in her body language and her non-decade-appropriate club wear, which I have learned only can mean single mom. This, of course, made me dig a little deeper for the next question, girl or boy. It was a girl, gorgeous she kept saying, which meant she didn't see me coming at all.
More drinks, harder Liquor, and shots. I knew how to provide a good time and I can hold my liquor. I knew I had this, I was already hard thinking about what I was about to do. She was talking to me, still blabbing on about her little princess. By this time however, she was very drunk and slurring so bad I could hardly understand her. She also kept on saying something about how special I, well her daughter, was. Dear god, I though what a stupid bitch.
"This was indeed a blessing," I thought, "not only was she out of her mind drunk and soon to be blacked out but she was, in fact, leading me to her house with her daughter who was asleep in bed. I was tingling I was so happy.
We got to her house and I paid the driver. I gave him some extra money for the trouble and got his cab number…may need him in about 35 minutes tops. I was about to burst already. I was lead in the house and sat down in the living room. I rummage through the kitchen a bit saw some pictures on the fridge but most importantly, found some liquor. I made some small talk and gave her a shot of some white liquor in the house and was all over her. She had an okay body. Very “mom” but good nonetheless. Average size breast, TERRIBLE taste in underwear, but they weren’t going to stay on too much longer anyway I thought. It was about that time she passed out. I made sure she was still breathing and she wasn’t going to drown on her vomit. I was undressing her, about to get some relief, then guess who came in.
I swear to god there was music playing. This beautiful black haired angel came in the room. All she had on was a t-shirt and panties. She stood there rubbing the sleep out of her eyes. “Mommy..." she said "Is that you? I heard you come in but I thought - “ she froze as she saw me. I admit, I was a little odd. I was a complete stranger, in fact, stripping her passed out mom.
“Hey, my my you are looking beautiful tonight just as your mom said you would be. Your mom was really tired so I helped her back home.” I said trying to sound like some caring fatherly figure from TV. She eyed me warily and walked over to her mother. She leaned over to check on her. My goodness, I thought, she had better taste in underwear than her mom. That is when things went weird.
HONEST TO GOD, I had very little intention of raping her. I was going to play the long game, at least that what I told myself or at least remember thinking. It’s really all fuzzy now when I try to remember what “he” was thinking. ANYWAY. You think about it, talk about, maybe even fantasize about it. You always think, that’s not me, I am better than that or this is not how the real world works. She would want me to do this. In fact, only fiends do this. He did, He, I or whatever did it to his sisters and several other girls. He felt primal during it. He felt it was his right. She smelled so good, I remember grabbing her as she was bending over. I felt the warmth of her skin compared to my cold hands. Her smoothness versus my dry and old hands. She squirmed a lot, but she knew it was a losing battle. She was shaking,…frightened. I was leaking.. It felt good. I made sure to get her panties off in one swoop and stuff them in her mouth. It wasn’t to stifle her cries, she wasn’t making any sound. I remember the tears though, and the convulsing of her body where there would be cries. She was all of 63 pounds so I held her down with one hand as I took my pants off or...at least out of the way. I remember the sound of my heart pumping. I remember the rippling of her body. She was now clenching her fist and tightening her stomach. It was a quick spread of the legs and I rammed her with all my might. I was an animal at that point, only feeling want and lust. There I was, fucking some strange girl, literally splashing my cum and her blood, sweat, and tears on her passed out mom.
I remember cumming hard, I was happy with myself. YAY.. I'm a deviant, for like the 100th time. I just need to rest. I was ... so tired… I remember making some sort of perverted sandwich and kissing her passed out mom with her in-between us. He fell asleep for the last time.