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Blanket's Mother (part eight)
Enjoy! ---------------------------------------------------------------- *Note:* There will be a passionate love scene!! <3 <3 *March 8, 2002* It had been almost two weeks since I gave birth to an amazingly incredible bundle of joy, my baby Blanket. I never dreamed in a million years that I would become a mother, let alone enjoy it! I simply adored that little boy. Everytime he noticed me holding him, rocking him to sleep, or just being in a room with him, all he would do is smile his gracious smile at me. He would be crying his head off and once I take him into my arms, he would immediately stop and again flash a cute little baby smile that would make my heart sore. I gave this child enormous amounts of love, affection and tender, loving care that my mother lacked for me. This baby gave me pure joy and I finally realized what all of these mothers were saying when they would say that they would do anything for their children; now I was one of those women. I would walk down to the end of the earth for Blanket, because he was my baby boy and the most important thing in my life was to protect him and make him the happiest he can ever be. Anyway, for Michael. We were raising Blanked together as a mother and a father and I was also helping him raise Prince and Paris, since he was a single father. As a good friend, I wanted to make his life easier, and he really appreciated the help. He thanked me every day for me dedicating a lot of my time to help him out and to basically be a mother to his two children, but I considered them my children also. All Michael and I did was focus on the children and nothing else, including our situations. We never did mention our friendship changing into "lover level"; we just stayed at friendship level, until one night. The night was March 8, 2002. The two older children just went to bedtime after I gave Paris a bath and brushed her hair, what I did nightly, and after Michael and I put Paris and Prince in their pajamas. Blanket was sleeping in his crib in my guest room. I was just eating a banana in the room, getting ready to go to sleep, but there was a knock on my door. Me: Come in! Opened the door came Michael. He looked very comfortable. He only had on a black, silk bathrobe and he was completely barefooted. It looked like he was about to bathe. Me: Hey, Michael. (gives a usual smile) He would usually give me a regular smile back but instead of just a smile, he gave me a smirk with a cocked eyebrow, filled with savage lust, and he was making me a tad wet. I tried not to think of any dirty thoughts because he was just my friend, but I couldn't help the deep, sexual fantasies from happening. Michael: (in his deep, sexy voice) Would you care to come into my room for a minute? Me: Uh, sure... He took my hand and he guided me into his large bedroom. I didn't know what was going to go on and why he asked for us to be in his bedroom, but I was going to find out. He slammed the door behind us and like a predator stalking its prey, he stood before me with these piercing, devilish eyes. I was a little bit scared because I didn't know what those eyes meant. Me: (a little afraid) Michael...why am I here? Michael: Shh...(slides his finger across my mouth) Without explaining with words, Michael leaned over closely to me and kissed me on the lips, causing me to foolishly kiss back. Our lips were all over each other and it was getting very heated to the point where his tongue was in between my lips and going into my mouth and massaging my tongue. He was aggressively squeezing my hips and my waist while doing it. I proceeded to moan inside my mouth. Once his mouth parted from mine, I stood still, with a shocked look right across my face, because I had never been kissed with so much force, so much raw lust and endless passion such as that ever. From then, Michael walked slowly to me with his famous lip bite, while viewing my entire body from my head to my toes. I could tell he was really turned on, because I could spot a little lump rising from the bottom of his robe. Obviously, he had a major erection. I was wearing a white, sleeved cotton nightgown, below my knees and about eight inches from my feet. He gently brought his hand to my lower leg and slid my nightgown up until it exposed my angel-white laced panties. He licked his lips and looked up at me, giving a devious smile on his face, obvious that he wanted to do some things to me. With one hand, he held up my gown and with the other hand, he simply pulled down my underwear, exposing my throbbing, moist, and really aroused vaginal area. He caressed my bare hips while his other hand was holding my gown up. Gosh, I was so wet and there was an endless throbbing, thumping feeling down there, and it felt too good to handle. I just knew he would make me feel like that even more. He laid me down on his soft bed and told me to put my arms up as he slipped my gown over my head to remove it. Now, I was completely naked and it was clear that he wanted to try some things on me, which would make me feel even more great. First up, his hands. I was laying on his bed, looking so vulnerable and naked as he looked so dominant and had his large gigantic hands exploring wherever he wanted. And I wanted him to feel that way. He touched me from my face, to my breasts, to my stomach, and then he started to navigate my body with my thighs and my legs and he went back up to my thighs, just rubbing them and sweetly kissing them, until he grabbed my legs and moved them apart, and there, my moist vagina was exposed, wanting his hands to touch it. He took one finger and gently stroked it, leaving me want more. He then took two fingers and touched it with more feeling than before. Me: (moaning) Awh....Michael...touch me more. Michael: Hmm...why don't I just lick you instead? His tongue went closer and it came in contact with my hungry area, as I deeply moaned and started caressing my breasts as he went wilder. I never felt so much sexual, pleasurable feeling ever. As he intensified licking my whole body and sucking my area, my horny mind became even wilder and I wanted him more and more. Me: (sexually aroused) Let me take your clothes off... I took off his robe and there, he was naked, like once before. He laid on top of me and he was kissing my neck in between his whispers, "I love you." *Ten minutes later* Me: (moaning loudly) OH!! Michael...Oh, yes! Michael: (panting) Mmm... I love making love to you. (continues panting) We both were sweating all around our bodies, since there was so much friction and lust between us. He was rocking the bed so fast, the spring of the bed was uncontrollable. Me: (panting along with him) Oh, baby! (moans) I wanna be your wife... Michael immediately parted from me, and said... Michael: Let's try this again...Will you marry me? Me: (looks into his brown eyes) Yes, Michael Joseph Jackson. I will indeed marry you. I want you to be my man forever... Michael: (smiles) I love you...(french-kisses me passionately) For the rest of the night, these erotic, wild encounters between Michael and I happened all through the night between the sheets, until the sunset had risen, and I collapsed on the sweaty, vanilla covered chest of the man who was to be my eternal soulmate, my endless love, my husband, Mr. Michael Jackson. <3 <3 TBC... OOH, pretty erotic, huh?
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