Rape Stories.

Trish knew something wasn’t right when she entered the building. She looked again at the address to make sure she had it correct.
"8945 Crawford Street." She said aloud,"Yeah I got it right."
She carefully walked around the seemingly vacant building. She was to meet her long time online friend "Crazy Cool" a man she had been talking to for over 9 months now. She felt a connection to him. She could talk to him about anything and it seemed he understood. Even when she complained about her husband and how he couldn’t satisfy her in bed. He seemed patient and to be a good listener. Even giving out advice to her on how to be more aggressive in her approach to their lovemaking. But tonight for the first time ever she had a eerie feeling about meeting him. She knew all of the things people said about not ever giving out personal information, but she felt she knew Eric. She felt she could trust him. He had turned into one of the best friends she had ever had.
"Stop being a stupid Bitch," Trish said to herself," This is "CrazyCool". He wouldn’t hurt you. You know him. He’s a good guy."
But still the feeling remained as she walked through what she thought was a deserted building. Calling out his name with each new room she came to. She was only greeted with silence. She thought about writing a note and leaving it for him, but decided not to.
"I’ll wait for another 5 minutes and then I’m out of here." She said to no one in particular. She continued her search for Eric. "Why the hell did he want to meet here??"
She was highly confused. And every nerve of her body was on edge. Her instincts all screamed "Leave! Leave now!"
But she didn’t and that would prove to be her most fateful mistake.
She walked inside a room that was totally dark except a few candles lighting the way. She remembered telling him how her husband isn’t the most romantic of the bunch and how much she misses romance so maybe he was doing that to remind her how it felt to be romanced. That’s what she told herself, but the eerie feeling was getting worse now. She followed the candles all the way to the back a big room. Her eyes had adjusted so she could see better in the dark. But was confused by what she saw a strange looking table had been erected in the middle of the room complete with leather straps and metal handcuffs. She started to back out the room when Eric finally spoke.
"Glad you could make it babe."
"What’s all this shit??"
"Just a game I’m sure you’ll enjoy."
"Eric I’m sorry if I gave you the wrong impression, but as much as I told you about my fantasies that’s all they are is fantasies! I don’t want to act on them!!"
"Alittle late for that now Bitch!" He walked over to her and slapped her," Do you know what you did to me talking about all of that rape shit…You got me thinking..Got me thinking and got me HARD!!" He hit her a few more times until she fell to the floor sobbing.
"Eric I thought you were my friend. I thought I could trust you."
"You don’t know anything about me Cunt!" He started to laugh a bone chilling laugh," Like did you know you have been chatting with a man who just got out after spending 5 years in the hole for rape?" He reached down and tore her shirt. "So you don’t know ME you know the man I wanted you to. You played into my hands perfectly. All those rape stories and every instant message I saved. If you do go to the cops it will look like you wanted this!"
Trish’s sobbing was louder now because she knew he was right. And how would she go to the cops when her husband didn’t have a clue about her online alter ego. He would divorce her and take her children away. The faces of her children passed before her eyes. She knew he had her.
"Get up Bitch and undress!"
She hesitated so he decided to help her. He ripped through her sweater with the knife he was concealing in the back of his pants. The knife made Trish shake.
"OH MY GOD!! He’s got a knife!!!" She thought to herself trying to keep a hold of the hysteria threading to take over her body.
"You gonna get fucked real good tonight Whore! I’m gonna rape every hole you have! Now Take off those jeans unless you need more of my help!" He held up the knife watching as Trish’s eyes followed it’s every move.
Without hesitation she unbuttoned her jeans and slid them off of her body.
"Nice sexy panties. You can’t tell me you don’t want this. Only a slut would wear panties like that to meet someone for the first time. You a slut darling?"
Trish was beginning to feel very sluty in her read g string silk panties.
"I asked you a question. Are you a slut?"
She shook her head no.
"Wrong answer BITCH!! He screamed in her face as he knocked her down to the floor with one solid blow to the side of her face. "Are you a SLUT??"
"Yes." She whispered.
"That’s better. Now who’s slut are you?"
"I’m your slut, Eric."
He laughed another bone chilling laugh. He looked down to where she had fallen," Well While you’re down there…" He pulled her up to her knees." Unzip my pants with your teeth and with your sexy mouth get my cock out and suck it. You better be good at this Whore or I’ll cut you."
Tears falling from Trish’s eyes she began to unzip his pants with her teeth. In order to get his cock out she had to practically put her whole face into the opening. Finally she pulled it out with her mouth and started sucking like her life depending on it. Using her tongue on the underside of his thick cock and wrapping her tongue around the shaft so tight her lips were burning. He grabbed both sides of her hair and began forcing more and more of his large organ down her gagging throat. Only when her nose was buried in his pubic hair did he pull back only to slam back into her mouth again.
"Ahhh yeah Whore you have a fucking great mouth. I knew you would…Hell yeah suck that big hard cock." He was fucking her mouth with intensity now. It was so far down her throat that she had to make her self calm down so she could breathe out of her nose.
Suddenly he pushed her mouth off of his cock and threw her back on the dirty building floor.
"I’m gonna rape you now you little Bitch!"
He moved her panties over so he could gain access to her tight little hole. She was dry and even with the spit from her earlier blowjob he was having problems getting his thick eight inch cock inside her tiny opening.
"Damn Cunt for having two brats you sure are fucking tight. Don’t your husband fuck you at all???" He laughed at the look of embarrassment on her face.
He knew her husband rarely fucked her. He knew pretty much all he needed to know about her. He laughed again.
" That’s okay I was expecting this." He got up and went to the bag of goodies he had waiting for her and pulled out a tube of KY Jelly. He put some on his cock running his hands up and down his cock and a little extra on the head and then reached down and put some on her tiny slit. He cut her panties from her body.
"This should make it a little easier." He laughed again as he lined himself up with her nice tight little hole. He was about to push himself in when he had another idea.
"I want you to REALLY feel this." He said to her as he lifted her legs on his shoulders and plunged inside her tiny hole.
"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH OH MY GOD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" She screamed.
"Damn baby I didn’t think you’d enjoy it this much!" He told her as he felt her getting wet.
"Stop crying Bitch you had this coming to you for almost a year now." He looked down between her legs watching his cock move in and out of her glistening with her pussy juices," You Whore look how wet you’re getting. You’re making a fucking mess all over the floor. You dirty Bitch!"
She started sobbing harder because she knew he was right. She WAS wet. She was starting to feel pleasure from his rough rape of her pussy. She could feel the tingle deep inside her begin.
"I can’t cum! I can’t cum!!!! This is rape not making love! This motherfucker is raping me not trying to pleasure me! I CAN NOT cum!!!!!" She screamed to herself shaking her head back and forth.
Eric could tell from how she was shifting her body and sta rting to fuck him back that she was close to cumming.
"To bad Bitch I’m not gonna let you cum just yet!!"
In a flash he had flipped her over and rubbing some more KY Jelly between her ass cheeks.
"NOOOOOOOOOOOO NOT THERE!!!! PLEAASE NOT THERE!!!"
"Oh yeah Cunt right there. I told you I was going to fuck every hole you had!! I’m going to make you fucking cum for me while I am sodomizing your perfect little asshole!!!" He laughed a demonic laugh that sent shivers up her spine.
When he had her asshole well lubricated as well as adding more to his swollen cock he pulled her cheeks apart and lounged inside of her asshole. He had some trouble getting past her sphincter muscle that was trying to protect her virgin asshole from the invasion. But He kept at it he was determined to get inside her ass.
"OH MY GOD THAT FUCKING HURTS TAKE IT OUT!!!!!!!!!" She was screaming it over and over again.
"You dumb Bitch it isn’t even in yet!!!!" With that he gave a vicious thrust and broke past the muscle and felt himself finally get inside her ass.
"OHHHHHH FUCK!!!!!!!!!!!! OH SHIT!!!!!!!!!!AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!" Trish screamed as the searing pain shot through her body. The burning pain was so horrible that she was sure that he was going to rip her apart from the inside out!
Eric picked up his knife from the ground and held it up to her pussy.
"I’ll cut your pussy lips off if you scream like that again you dirty fucking Bitch!!!"
His cock was moving in and out of her asshole at an alarming rate. Trish was biting her bottom lip so hard that she could taste blood inside her mouth. Every time she felt she was going to scream again she bite her lip even harder that the even more blood seeped into her mouth. She was sobbing uncontrollably but was making as little noise as possible. Just then Eric slammed his cock brutally into her already throbbing asshole and she screamed again.
"Just making sure you could still feel the pain!!!"
He started to laugh as she whimpered her tear and dirt streaked face turning him on even more. He could feel his own release coming to a boil.
"You ready to cum you little Cunt Whore!!!" He rasped into her ear.
"No Please No just take it out please JUST TAKE IT OUT!!!"
"Hell no you haven’t had your fun yet!!"
He turned her around so that she was on her back and he was still inside her asshole. She screamed from the fresh pain this new position was causing her. He reached inside his little bag of tricks and pulled out a dildo that was at least 12 inches long and 4 inches around. She screamed when she saw it knowing what he had in mind.
"I’m going to stretch your hole out so bad that I’ll be able to fit my whole hand and arm inside your pussy!"
He started ramming the dildo deep inside her cunt. She felt filled to the hilt. Both holes felt filled. The pain off the dildo and the ass fucking almost made her pass out but he slapped her hard in the face.
"Wake up Bitch I’m about to make your dreams come true!!
He continued the assault on her ass as he fucked her long and deep with the dildo rubbing her clit. If anything Eric had a terrific rhythm going. He never missed a beat he could feel her body starting to react and he loved it.
"That’s right baby cum for your rapist!" He shouted over and over again.
"No!!! Please don’t make me cum!!" She was begging between grunts. Her breathing became heavy almost to the point of panting. He thought it was funny he was fucking her like a dog and here she was sounding like one. Trish felt the tingle coming all over again. It was much more intense than before. She knew she wouldn’t be able to control it. She couldn’t stop it. The feelings he was making shot through her body was more intense than anything her husband had ever made her feel.
"Tell me to fuck you harder Slut!"
"F…..U..CK ME HARDER YOU BASTARD!!!!!!! FUCK ME HARDER!!!"
He upped the tempo and she started screaming, but this time it wasn’t only because of the pain. It was an intense mix of pleasure and pain. She started shaking as it began to slice through her. Eric could feel her starting to shake and the way her asshole was contracting around his cock. He started to cum with a vengeance he had never felt before. Trish screamed louder with her release she could feel his cum shooting deep inside her pussy as well as her own cum mixing with his and coating his cock. She couldn’t take anymore she passed out in the middle of her own orgasm. Eric finished up his and laughed. Pulling his cock out of her well used asshole he loved the way it looked so distended and dilated. Like it would never close again. Her pussy was so stretched that he wondered if he really would be able to stick his whole hand and arm inside her well used hole. He decided to try. He pulled her legs apart once again and started with just four fingers they easy slid in. Next his thumb, no problem. Soon he had his entire hand inside her pussy he balled it into a fist and began ramming it inside her slimy pussy. She never woke up just grunted every time he pounded her. He decided to push further. He had his arm up to his elbow inside of her cunt and couldn’t believe it. He was glad he had set up the video camera in the corner where Trish hadn’t seen it. No one would’ve believed this if he didn’t have proof!! He decided to get ready for his finale. He picked Trish’s limp body up and placed her on the table he had prepared. Then smiled as he cuffed her hands to the top and bottom and used the leather straps around her neck and breasts. He was very proud of his handiwork…He smiled again only this time the smile was filled with evil and hate…………………

Author of this rape story is Elizabeth.

Chapter One

Markale and I had been going together for about two months and I was really starting to like him when my mom finally went ballistic. She’s always been a royal pain in my ass, making me do all sorts of crap that no other moms were making their kids do and giving be a hard time when I did it, too! I was just past 18 and I figured I would be leaving home soon anyway so I’d finally had enough when she busted into my room and told me I couldn’t go out with Markale tonight. No matter what I said she was not going to listen to me and I screamed that I was going out anyway.

Just as I was slamming the front door, Markale drove up with four buddies of his. I was in no mood for putting up with his thug friends and told him I thought this was going to be our night out, alone. He looked pissed and his friends started to get loud but he told me he was just dropping them off at the party across town and we’d be alone together soon enough. His friends all started talking mess and saying they wanted to "be alone" and having fun, too, but he just laughed at them and we drove off.

While we were driving, I told him that I was thinking about moving out and leaving mom at home alone since she acts like such a bitch to me now that daddy moved out and Markale slowed the car and pulled over. He looked at me and asked if I wanted to get her back and I said ‘yeah, she deserves it, the bitch’! He told his buddies to get the camcorder out of the trunk and they WOULD be able to have a little fun tonight after all. They were all like ‘great!’ so we drove back to the house and parked down the street a bit. I was getting worried that they’d really hurt my mom but Markale told all of us this was payback and he wanted to see the whole thing on tape later. We all agreed she’d only get gang banged and I sneaked Markale’s buddies in through the front door after looking in mom’s bedroom window to see if she was in there watching TV (She was) and I went back outside to meet Markale by the bedroom window to watch.

In seconds, they rushed her on the bed where she was wearing a bathrobe over her clothes, grabbing her arms and legs and pinning her down. One of them set up the camcorder, turned the sound on the TV down and opened the window we were outside of slightly while his friends pulled the robe off mom and ripped the shit out of her clothes. Two of them stood her up against the now closed bedroom door in just her panties and I was shocked to see how nice her tits looked! The guys were, too, but mom’s only 34 and slightly full-figured so they all liked what they saw. One guy held her arms over her head and kept her mouth covered but you could still hear her screaming and yelling through the window, though muffled under his hand. Two more guys knelt on both sides of her and started fingering her through her panties while the last guy opened his pants and pulled out a huge stiff dick. I gasped when I saw it and Markale wrapped his arms around me from behind, watching with me over my shoulder. I could feel his hard-on as I slid both hands up under my skirt and down into my damp panties.

The kneeling guys opened mom’s legs and one of them pulled the crotch of her panties to the side while the fourth guy moved up to her, grabbed his thick black cock and pushed towards her, banging her back against the door. His groan of pleasure was bare audible over the noises coming from my bitch mom as he raped her with hard full strokes. We couldn’t see from the window but Markale and I knew she was getting her pussy raped harder than she could ever imagine. He finished in less than 5 minutes, slamming his cock into mom’s crotch and holding it there while grabbing her ass and pulling it tightly against his cumming body.
He pulled out of her and stepped away, letting all the guys, the camera, and
Markale & me see the cum dripping from her pussy, through the panties and down both her legs.

I was moaning, ‘rape her, fuck the shit out of her!’ and Markale opened my legs, rubbing his hardness against my wet lips from behind. We both moaned as the guys pulled mom back to the bed and pinned her there spread-eagle after pulling her panties off and tossing them across the room. They landed on the dresser next to the window and we could clearly see the cum she’d dripped into them.
They began ripped the rest of her clothing off while she struggled on her back, held down on the middle of the bed. A second guy got on top of her and, this time, we could see her pussy opened violently and the stiff black cock rammed into her, smearing cum along its shaft and all over her lips. He raped her as hard as I imagined I wanted it but I was almost chanting with him while he fucked her unmercifully. He came even more than the first guy did, leaving so much cum in her that it gushed out as soon as his cock came out dripping on her black pubic hair, covering it with thick splotches of his pleasure.

In no time at all, they had her rolled over onto her stomach and mom started struggling a lot more. It took all four guys to get her positioned for the buttfucking she was about to get. The guys holding her legs apart had to use two hands to open her big hips and expose her asshole to the camera and the next rapist. This guy was HUGE and so eager he was on her in a heartbeat, rubbing his dick’s head all the way up and down her creamy crack, using the cum to moisten his cock before plowing it all the way up mom’s ass. I was panting now and Markale squatted behind me and shoved his cock into my soaked pussy, fucking me with deep but gentle strokes so that we could both watch the rapes and not make too much noise getting off them. The cock fucking mom’s ass was so big it pulled her cheeks inward but we could still see the bright pick ring of her ass taking thrust after thrust of a jet black cock that had to be 10 or 11 inches in length and the size of his wrist in width! He pulled back on mom’s long black hair and kissed her face until the boy holding her arms released them and rammed his cock into mom’s mouth. I came like a waterfall, soaking Markale cock, my panties and the ground under us watching the payback I wanted so badly.

In another 20 minutes, the cock in mom’s ass was yanked out and the two who were fucking her changed places, shooting their cum into mom’s mouth and ass and pounding it there with massive strokes. When they withdrew, they allowed mom to lie there, gently rolling onto her side, cum splashed all over her face, her eyes held wide open but no longer screaming. The camcorder was moved off the stand and walked around the bed, capturing the complete scene: cum still running from her pussy and ass; her bangs matted with more of it; her butt bright red from the slamming into the door and against the rapist’s thighs. Seeing that made Markale cum hard into me, grunting into my ear, grabbing my tits through my light sweater and grinding his spewing prick up into me hard enough to lift me to my toes. He held me like that for a long as his cock twitched inside me and
I watched in awe as two black guys climbed back onto the bed and, stroking their thick cocks, came all over mom’s tits and face: one straddling her and shooting up towards her chin and the other holding her head wherever he wanted it by her hair and streaming at her.

Markale kissed me as he pulled his satisfied cock out of my slushy pussy and we dressed slowly while watching the guys dress through the window, gather the camera and stand and make for the bedroom door. Mom just laid there with her eyes wide, her mouth hanging open, showing un- swallowed cum on her tongue. I heard some giggling from the room and looked up from my wet shoes to see the guys all by the opened door but one with his limp dick out and pissing on mom’s legs. I couldn’t help laughing and almost made too much noise through the open window.

Markale and I got to the car at the same time his friends did and we quietly turned the car around and drove off. I looked and Markale. He was grinning like a kid when I asked where we were going since the party the guys were headed to w as the other way. He started laughing when the three in the back pulled me over the seat’s back and he really started laughing when he heard my muffled screams.

Chapter Two

by Lajan

I couldn’t believe what was happening to me as Markale allowed the guys in the back of the car to paw me as the one in the front seat pushed me over. There was no way for me to get completely over the bench seatback but I was trapped halfway – my body bent at the waist with my head being held down and my mouth covered. From this position, my breasts and face were constantly groped from the boys in the back as my mouth was covered by someone’s hand while the remaining gang member in the front seat mauled my backside. Markale was laughing while I struggled but he just kept driving. I couldn’t believe he was letting this happen to me!

In seconds, my top and bra were completely removed, literally torn off my body, allowing for fingers to rub and pull at my hanging breasts. I felt someone grab the back of my head by the hair and push down. I hadn’t realized that my eyes were closed but I opened them in time to see the boy in the middle opening his pants and pulling out his once again completely ridged black cock. The hand covering my mouth was wasn’t removed but the fingers opened and slipped across my tightly clenched teeth. Only then did I smell the thick musky scent of sex, knowing that the smells were from the rapes I had this boy perform on my bitch mother! I almost gagged as I tried to close my lips but my head was quickly pushed lower and the cock in front of me slammed into my mouth, forcing it all the way open, burying itself deeply. I had every intention of biting it off when I felt the hands pulling down wet panties and slipping into my still soaked pussy.

“Well, what the fuck? Little Ms. Leave-Me-Alone is all hot and wet for us, guys! And it looks like Mark-man, here, is gonna help us git wid it!” I gasped as the fingers fucked me slowly while an arm pulled one of my legs to the side to provide a lewd access: Markale’s arm! While driving with one hand, he was actually helping his ‘homies’ rape me! Shock silenced me as the hand on my head began to rhythmically work my head up and down, using my face to pleasure a stranger’s cock. And it didn’t take long before I tasted the same musky odor coming from the crotch ground against my face: once again the taste of the rapes I had allowed for my mother. As I started to cry making me gag on the cock sliding in and out of my mouth, I felt a new sensation between my legs. Someone (It had to be the other boy because the car was still moving and Markale must have been driving even though he still one of my legs locked from the thigh using a arm) was now eating me out! OMG, I had just been fucked by Markale and this guy was thinking I was getting excited by all the pawing from the group. He didn’t know he was burying his face in a pussy his buddy had so recently fucked! I almost laughed through my tears but the constant grunting from the guy spearing my mouth, the loud encouragement from the others, the probing of my tits and nipples, and now the face between my legs created so much confusion and distress I couldn’t manage to coordinate any coherent thought, much less defensive action. As most of my struggles calmed down to simple avoidance of pain and choking, I actually did start to feel the sexual pleasure from the mouth between my legs. I couldn’t believe it was happening and tried to squirm away from the lips and tongue even as I began to feel the tension rise deep within my loins.

The sudden slowing of the car and the familiar double bumping of a car’s wheels hitting a residential curb saved me from the humiliation of an extremely unwanted orgasm. The car slowed then the light diminished as we entered some structure I couldn’t see from face down in the backseat. Markale released my leg and the face was pulled from my pussy as I was pulled back over the seat to the front of the car and dragged towards the passenger door. I was trying vainly to keep my breasts covered (not worrying about my bottom since my skirt was still on me, at least.) as I was roughly led out of the car and into what looked like a home garage. This one was brand new and it smelled of raw fresh wood and concrete. I was all but carried to the door from the garage to the house, and, when it was opened, I suddenly knew where I was. I had been taken to the furnished model home of a new housing tract.

“OK you punks, listen up!” Markale admonished. “Don’t mess up the rest of the house! We have to put it all back in order after our little party and I only want to be responsible for messing up the sheets in the master bedroom, all right?”

There were shouts of agreement and I finally had a chance to look Markale in the eyes. He grinned at me and mock-whispered, ”So, how did you like your little ride? Me and the boys are gonna have to get some more riding done before you go back home to mommy!” This was greeted with loud laughter and I struggled in the bear hug that had my arms pinned to my side. I know my face held a look to kill but Markale didn’t seem to care a bit about that. Now, I saw the look of a predator with prey at hand. The excitement of his raw and unpredictable nature, which had attracted me to him when all my girlfriends said he was trash, was now seen in its full glory. That’s when I realized just how much trouble I was in.

Dragged kicking and screaming through the kitchen and living room, I could still see that the model was completely furnished and stocked as if someone were already living there. Markale paused in another room to fiddle with something and suddenly loud rap music filled the house. I had always been a fan of some of the raunchiest lyrics of that type and I was now going to get to hear it all while being molested by a gang of my boyfriend’s! Now the tears did begin to flow and I couldn’t help sobbing aloud. Markale came over to where I was being held and kissed me so tenderly it felt like a slap. For him to such a gesture of love while encouraging and participating in my gang rape was the cruelest thing I have ever witnessed. Then I thought about how excited I had gotten when I saw these same boys ramming their cocks into my mom. That brought fresh tears to me eyes but they were ignored and the eager boys once again started dragging me towards the master bedroom while the 2 Live Crew’s song, “Pop Da Pussy”, blared from another room.

The master bedroom was also completely furnished but it was a mess: the floor was strewn with empty beer cans, some of which had been spilled on the shag carpet; there were ashtrays with roach clips still holding the leftover joints they’d been used to smoke; and the bed was a wreck, with most of the linens pulled back roughly and hanging on the floor. What I noticed which made my heart sink was the huge stain in the middle of the bed. One of the boys saw me looking at it and said, “Yeah, baby! You’ll be adding some juice to that spot, won’t you?” The laughter almost drowns out the repetitive bass thumping throughout the house. I looked again at Markale and my eyes begged him to put an end to this. He slowly shook his head as if he’d read my mind and said:

“Get her on the bed and open her up. I want to get her first.”

And with that, my skirt was ripped open and off and I was pinned nude, spread-eagle on the king sized bed, my crotch just above the disgusting stain. Markale didn’t even bother to strip. He opened his pants and pulled them down far enough for his massive erection to be freed and climbed on top of me. The music was so loud I couldn’t even hear if I was screaming; my mouth was open and I thought I was but I know I yelled when he pressed the head of his cock against my wet pussy’s lips. And, while his friends held me there, he rammed his cock into me, slamming his entire weight behind it and hitting the tender back of my vagina. It hurt like hell and felt nothing like the fucking we’d happily enjoyed before. I mean I was always warned that black guys had bigger cocks but I had known that to be a rumor. Now I was very clearly getting the impression I had been wrong. Markale was bigger and thicker than anything I had felt before, including the toys I had played with while sleeping o over at girlfriend’s houses. I was screaming my head off and struggling as hard as I could to get him off me, out of me. But I was no match for the boys holding me down and my struggles just seemed to make them all more excited. There were constant shouts of encouragement and laughter, comments about how my body looked while I was being fucked, occasional fingers probing under my butt and over my breasts when Markale lifted up to allow it. On and on he rammed his cock into me, rocking from side to side as if trying to ream me out and make me wider or simply feel my pussy stretched in every possible direction. Worse, since he had cum when we fucked watching the gang rape of my mother, he was hard as iron and had no immediate urge to cum again. He just pounded me on and on.

It didn’t take long for me to completely tire of the fruitless struggle and I stopped doing anything except trying to steel myself from the continual assault on my body. Sweat was soon pouring off Markale as his body repeatedly tensed and released, rhythmically slapping his belly against mine, his loins meshing with my soft pubic flesh. With my head almost continually bounced forward and back, I couldn’t see the other boys well but I could feel them grabbing at any exposed portion of my body, pinching, poking, prodding me as Markale kept up his pace.

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, I felt that familiar stiffening of Markale’s body and with a few final ferocious thrusts, he pounded his cumming cock all the way to the hilt inside my vagina, pressing it there while it shot it’s thick stream all throughout my tender inner tissue. I felt his cock pulse as he closed his eyes in sheer pleasure, just like the way he used to do it when we spent time fucking, each time we saw one another. I felt Markale’s hands tighten on my ass while he ground down into me for the deepest pleasure of the rape.

Letting the last of his cum dribble into my pussy, Markale opened his eyes and grinned down at me.

“Baby, that was the best fuck of my life! Your pussy was even better when it’s primed by a quick fuck first!” The guys all laughed and he yanked his limp prink from me, slopping cum against my thighs.

“Damn! Look at that hole! Da bitch been fucked, fo sho!” one of the thugs exclaimed. “Now, who gets the next ride?”

Markale looked down at that boy’s stiffly upturned cock and gestured towards me, “Looks like you’re ready, huh?” he laughed. “Climb on, strap yourself in and get ready for the screw of your life!”

“Nooooo!” I screamed at him. “You don’t need to let them do this to me! I thought you loved me and look at what you’re allowing them to do!” I tried to plead with him but the punk he picked was already over me and I felt his cock slipping through the cum on my pussy’s lips and running all the way into me. He wasn’t as big as Markale was but he also was hard as rock. Also his body was shorter but stockier so, as he positioned himself on my prone body, his leering face was very close to mine and I turned my head away from it, closing my crying eyes. In seconds, he was fucking me with long violent strokes, each one sounding like a wet slap. I immediately felt cum splattering all over my crotch while the boy fucked me eagerly.

“Sounds like ‘pound cake’ to me, niggas,” he said inducing another round of laughter. “There’s no need for the KY with this bitch!” My crying redoubled as I submitted to the second assault. I could feel each and every inch of the cock raping me: the bloated veins and cap of his penis were easily identified as they rubbed against my lips and the interior of my cream-filled pussy. More and more of Markale’s cum was forced out and down the crack of my ass, making a fresh puddle where the older stains lay. While he rutted my body like an animal in heat, I thought of the spot on the bed again. How many girls had been brought here? How many times had they been raped before the gang had finally had enough? Were they just dropped off at home afterwards? How many sneaked to the ‘free clinic’ to get the morning after pills or hoped night after night for another onset of their periods? This last thought actually scared me more than any other and I clinched up in sudden terror. The boy raping me felt it and lost control, forcing brand new waves of cum into me. He slammed a few more thrusts on my body and slid is spent prink out while he climbed from between my legs.

I opened my eyes, my heart hammering rapidly with the thought of getting pregnant from one of these punks (One? Which one? Would I even care?) Suddenly I looked around and didn’t see Markale. For some reason this escaladed my panic and I started screaming and struggling again. This did nothing but get the punks excited once more and two guys opened my legs wider for a big guy to climb between them.

“Where’s Markale?” I screamed at them.

“What’s the matter, bitch? You need to see him watching you getting fucked?” one replied.
“WHERE THE FUCK IS HE, YOU ASSHOLE?” I was yelling at him like my life depended upon it and I suddenly knew why: I was foolishly thinking that Markale would somehow keep these fools in check. What a dumb thing to think! But I was in full panic mode now and that was the most important thing on my mind. For some reason, the boy on top of me paused and they quieted until one of them told me:

“Your boyfriend went to get some more pussy. In fact, while you were cumming so hard you didn’t notice he left, he made some calls and there’s going to be a bigger party here than we planned. You may need a bit of that KY anyway after tonight!”

They all started laughing again while the next boy on me repositioned himself and rammed his cock into my abused pussy. This one was as thick relatively as the boy was fat. It was like stuffing me with a baseball bat! I looked up at him in terror and he said, “OK, Baby! Here’s what you’ve been waiting for!” And, with that, he began the now-familiar grab and push of a man raping a woman. But this time, the cum wasn’t enough to lubricate me. This guy was huge and it pulled my pussy almost inside out when he pulled back the first time. All the guys noticed that I was in new and major distress and suddenly the room got a lot quieter while they watched and listened to the sounds of me being raped again. I was able to get short glances at the others and they were more intent than ever. All of their cocks, including the one that had already raped me, were ridged and jutting almost straight up. And straight up went the one fucking me – straight up and back out again, over and over, pulling my pussy apart while forcing all the cum previously pumped into me out and down my backsides. I was barely able to breathe as this fat slob reamed my body, rutting like a goat and glaring at me. He knew just how much pain he was causing and he wanted to give me every bit he could. I was gasping for air when his body stiffened and his huge cock lurched deep within me, cumming hard enough for me to feel it like something alive poked into me. He ground the last of his cum into me and pulled out slowly, looking down at his dick, which was streaked with white.

Someone turned down the stereo and I heard noise from the other rooms in the house. The thought of what they’d said about more people coming to rape me didn’t have long to gnaw at me: the talking rapidly got louder as they approached the bedroom and, when they finally got to the door, the whoops and hollers from both the hallways and the room forced me to look towards the door. I saw Markale first. He was grinning like a fool and pulling someone behind him. And OMG! There was mom! She was dressed in a house robe but clearly had nothing on beneath it. She was more put together than when I’d seen her last but it was clear that she hadn’t been allowed to do much: there was no cum on her face but there was no make-up either. She was more pale than usual but that changed dramatically when she spotted me held down nude on the filthy bed. At first I thought it was embarrassment or shock. I realized it was fury even before she spoke:

“You wort hless little tramp”, she said with quiet venom. “You had me gang raped just to punish me for making you act like a responsible teenager?”

“No…” I started but Markale’s laugh silenced me even as the lie was passing my lips. I hadn’t noticed the camera was now hooked to the bedroom’s VCR and television until he moved behind two of his gang and turned it on. The scene was mom lying on her bed in shock right after the rapes. The picture was jumpy as the camera was moved and then you could see the bedroom window where Markale was standing behind me with a look of slutty satisfaction on his face, mirroring the same look on mine as we both gazed at mom through the window. I hadn’t noticed the camera was still running as they moved it.

“Baby, I told your momma all about your little plan as soon as I came back to see her. By then, she’d had some suspicions but this little scene on the tape sure clears all doubt, doesn’t it?” Markale said with a smirk.

“You bastard!” was all I could say as the room erupted in laughter once again. Things only got quiet when mom spoke again:

“Well, look at you, whore! It looks like you got a bit of your own medicine! The only problem is that I didn’t get to see it happen like you did. I don’t know if I can get off watching my daughter get the shit fucked out of her but I’m willing to try!”

“No! Mom, please! I’m sorry…” I started but she raised a hand and it silenced me like a slap.

“Markale? I don’t want to have to stand up outside the house and look through a window like my slut daughter did with you. How about bringing me a chair?”

I couldn’t believe what I was hearing! How could she be so cruel – as cruel as I had been to her? When Markale smiled at her and nodded, I started screaming. I couldn’t help it.

“Someone cover my bitch daughter’s mouth and let’s see her getting her slutty twat fucked up!”

That was all that the boys needed to start once again. A hand was pressed against my lips and I was grabbed from everywhere at once. My nipples were pulled harshly; a finger went all the way up my ass, tearing me like a knife; more fingers went into my pussy and began fist-fucking me; and I saw my mom smile as she sat down at the foot of the bed, her vantage point perfect for seeing me raped.

The boys holding my legs lifted them at the knees and brought them almost to a sitting position before spreading them widely. Then I heard Markale say ‘wait’. He motioned for the rapists to pull me through the pool of cum and bring my pussy right up to the foot of the bed. My splayed crotch was less than two feet from my mom’s furious eyes and she took a long look before spitting on my pussy:

“Fuck her harder than you raped me.”

“You heard her, boys! Let’s get busy!” And, with that, one of the punks walked up to me crotch and slammed his cock all the way into me while standing right in front of my mom. My muffled screams resounded through the room despite the hand over my mouth and the punk used his stocky legs to slam into me with all the power of an ox. It soon knocked most of the wind out of me and smashed my pussy lips into my hipbones with such force the boys holding me had to struggle to keep me positioned. I couldn’t keep my eyes opened it hurt so much and I was crying hysterically, also making it hard to breathe. Things started to get dim and someone uncovered my mouth long enough for me to gasp a bit of air just before my head was yanked harshly to the side and a cock was pressed between my lips. I almost gagged it went in so deeply but I couldn’t tell which rape caused me the most pain or my rapists the most pleasure. Together they rode my helpless body until they began to feel their orgasms coming. And with that, they redoubled their thrusts, pinning me between them and cumming furiously into both my mouth and pussy. I heard my mom laughing and clapping while they drained themselves in me.

“Nice work, boys. Who wants to be next?” Hearing my own mom say these things was chilling beyond belief! I was still gasping for air when the next guy (a new one to the “party” who had obviously gotten there late) opened his pants and whipped out a cock that brought gasps from the room. I was horrified! Never in my wildest nightmares had I ever thought such a thing existed. Worse, the guys in the room all seemed to agree, swearing out of sheer admiration. Mom actually stood up and moved to the side of the bed to get a better look at it raping me. The boy proudly stroked it with both hands for a moment, savoring the look of fear on my face, and pushed the huge thick head down to my cum-streaked pussy-lips. I regained enough presence of mind to tighten up completely just before he lunged forward. Not a good move on my part! That massive tool ripped into me as if I’d been aroused, opening me wider than the probing fingers had, wider than any cock that had raped me so far, wider than I could stand. I screamed over and over again while the boy took long deep strokes into my pussy. The punks holding me were all silent now and the look of awe on my mom’s face was sickening. I don’t think even she believed something so monstrous could actually be forced into anyone’s pussy. She began to pant and murmur (just like I did while watching her rape) and then I saw the unspeakable: Markale moved behind my mom and wrapped his arms around her. He had dropped his pants and was nude as he fondled her breasts through her robe, then opened it, exposing her pendulous tits. My boyfriend was molesting my mom while watching me be brutally raped with his friends!

Mom finally noticed she was being played with and gasped, trying to pull Markale’s hands away from her body. But the boys next to her were used to getting unspoken commands from their leader and they quickly pulled mom’s arms away from her body, allowing Markale to completely open her robe, exposing her dark, still cum-smeared pubic hair. She began to struggle more earnestly and I was almost feeling more sorry for her than furious at my “boyfriend”. Then the boy raping me leaned into his thrusts and I was hammered impossibly deeply, bringing fresh tears and screams from me. I was staring at him as he tore me apart: the boys holding my legs open for him were both fixated on the point-of-entry which was causing me such agony. The rest of the guys in the room were talking quietly, stroking their cocks, or watching what was happening to mom.

When I dared to look back at her, she wasn’t there! Suddenly I felt the bed shift under me and was shocked to see that my nude mom was being positioning by my head! She was still enraptured with the violent sight of her daughter getting raped with such force and she seemed to be almost sleep-walking through whatever Markale was planning for her to do.

In seconds, I knew.

With my mom’s legs spread on either side of my head, my upward view was right into her messy pussy! I barely had time to grab a breath before she brought her wet crotch down on my face! I could hear the guys in the room all getting into what they were now seeing but I could still hear mom when she said:
“Eat it, cunt.”

At that moment, my rapist had felt and seen enough. He rammed into me harder than ever before and held his cock all the way inside, stretching my pussy to the max and cumming wave after wave of his thick jizz all the way to my womb. I couldn’t help opening my mouth to scream and was rewarded by mom rubbing her twat down hard between my lips, covering my mouth and face with the last of the cum from her rapes. I was gagging with the vileness of having my mom pussy on my mouth and nearly in convulsions from the intense orgasm the rapist was having in me.

Mom lifted up and looked down at my fouled face and smiled sweetly.

“See? That’s how you show your love to your momma, whore!” She started to crawl back from my face as the last of the cum was pumped into my pussy but she was stopped and bent forward with a gasp. And, right over my face, Markale rammed his cock into my mom’s pussy with a violent thrust. Mom screamed and struggled but the punks were easily able to hold her in place wh ile she was raped again. I couldn’t look. I couldn’t look away. Mom’s struggles were soon forgotten as yet another cock was rubbed between my legs and plunged into my lewdly spread pussy. I felt some of the cum from the previous rapes gushing out of me around the stiff penis and looked down but was unable to see who was raping me now because mom’s huge breasts obscured my vision.

Markale didn’t go easy on her. He raped her with intensity and I found myself responding to the disgusting visual despite myself. Then it all went from bad to worse and the cock was yanked out of me and buried in my virgin ass! The pain was so bad I couldn’t catch my breath to scream any more. I wouldn’t be heard over mom’s screams anyway. I was certain that I was being torn in two; the pain was beyond description. Just as I knew it couldn’t get any worse, the cock was pulled back! It felt as though I was being turned inside out! I found my voice and jerked upward as I screamed bloody murder. I accidentally slammed my head into my mom’s bush and I heard her gasp and Markale groan with pleasure.

The cock was pushed back all the way into my butt and the rapist began to fuck my ass like my mom’s pussy was being fucked: with utter disdain for any pain caused. I found my body tensed from had to toe and pinned tightly while the steel-like cock rammed in and out of me. I could imagine what my mom was seeing but I never would have imagined what happened next: she came, hard and fast. Groaning and moaning like a schoolgirl getting laid in the backseat of a car, she bucked and rocked back against Markale’s cock and he soon joined her in orgasm. Cum was gushed into her pussy and much of it was ‘pulled’ out of her with each outbound stroke, dripping then splattering all over my face. They both moved together for a long moment, savoring their releases. Then Markale pulled out of her and someone else plowed in.

Finally the cock in my ass grew in width and I felt the end of the rape coming as the throbbing of my butt was joined by the throbbing of the cock ejaculating into it. The boys started to make noise again and showed their appreciation with high-5’s and slaps on the back. With a sudden popping sound, the cock was ripped from my ass and I was able to feel just how much anal rape hurt. The entry was nothing compared with the exit! I was almost pulled off the bed and I was sure my intestines were still wrapped around his limp prick. Again, things began to dim and, this time, they darkened completely.
When I came to, I was being raped lying beside my mom, who was also being raped. She didn’t look at me and I turned away from her and looked into the eyes of yet another man who was sliding a stiff cock in and out of my body. I was grunting involuntarily, as was mom, and we lay there and took rape after rape after rape. When they lifted mom’s legs to expose her ass, I wasn’t shocked to see that her asshole was bright red and dripping cum. I wasn’t even shocked not to hear her scream as a cock was slammed up her butt. But I was shocked to find that I couldn’t pass out when someone stuck another penis up mine.

I lost all track of time and simple lay on my back while scores of men and boys raped mom and me. When they finally started to slow down, I didn’t even care anymore. I was so humiliated and sore I couldn’t begin to care. The last guy finished cumming in me and nobody climbed on for another turn. But it was more than an hour before they finished with mom. They seemed to enjoy raping her full-figured body a lot more than my petite one. When they’d finally had enough of her, they brought her to her knees again and positioned her full pussy over my face once more. They told her to push cum out while telling me I was a slut, a whore, a tramp. She really seemed to get into it after a while and I was far too numb to be concerned about what she thought of me. When she couldn’t push any more cum out and into my face, they squatted her down hard and moved her back and forth on my face, forcing cum into my mouth, eyes and hair. She raised up a bit to allow me to breathe and stayed there while the last of the rapists packed up their things and left.

When mom climbed off my face, she just looked at me from the other side of the filthy bed. I don’t know if it was pity, disgust, hatred or a combination of all. But she never said a word. She just sat there nude staring at me.

This amzing rape story was written by Lajan.

My name is Ben and I’m 15. This is a story about one of the best nights of my life. My neighbour’s names are bob and Sue. Bob is a real-estate agent and Sue is a housewife. He is a pretty fat guy, which is funny because Sue is so damn fine. You just wouldn’t put the two of them together. I mean, it must be love because she could have anyone she wanted.

Sue is about five foot nine. She has shoulder length blonde hair. She is 32 but she is so athletic that she is built like a teenager on the cheerleading squad. She has a nice tan body and long muscular legs that lead to one hell of a tight ass. One day when I was house sitting for her and her husband I went up to their room just to look around. When I found one of her bras it said 36D. I knew that she had some big tits but I didn’t know that they were that big.

It was late May, and I had really been horny lately. To make matters worse Miss Sue would be laying out in her back yard in a skimpy bikini to get some sun. I can’t count the number of times I would sit in my room looking out the window just beating myself looking at her fine body. One night, around 9:30 I got really horny. I just had to see her naked.

I made my way into her backyard and made my way up to her bedroom window. I peek through the blinds. I was in shock. She was standing there in a thong and a lacy bra. She was getting dressed to go out. I was sucked in watching her put lotion on her legs and then she messed with her bra, which resulted in her big tits jiggling. I quickly took out my dick and started jacking off. I came all over the wall of her house. Every night after that I made my way over to her window, but I never saw her in anything less then her bra and panties. It was always enough to make me cum though.

One night my parents had a party. I always hated those parties I was always the only teen there. Well this year it didn’t matter. I was excited. I couldn’t wait to see what Sue would wear. She always wore something to show off that body of hers. Well, when Bob and Sue finally showed up I was blown away. Sue was wearing this tight black skirt. It looked more like lingerie then a skirt. She came over and said hi to my parents, and gave everyone a hug.

Needless to say when it was my turn for a hug I made sure to squeeze her tight forcing those big tits against my body. I got an instant hard on. My hug must have gotten her attention because she gave me a sort of weird look as she left my embrace. It was like she was thinking, “that little pervert”.

As the night when on I made sure that she was always in my sights. Everyone was drinking pretty heavy, except for me of course. I noticed that Bob seemed to be in a bad mood. He and Sue went outside. They began fighting. He accused her of dressing like a whore and flirting with everyone. Sue just cried and she kept telling him that she didn’t mean to dress like a whore or flirt. She said that he had just drank too much. This really pissed him off. He told her to spend the night with us, and not to come home that night, because he needed some space.

I could help letting out a slight laugh. I was thrilled that she was spending the night. Maybe I could get her to sleep in my room. I could hide some where and watch her get undressed. While I was plotting my next move Bob had stormed his way out of the party and Sue had pulled my mom outside to tell her what was going on. My mom told Sue that she was more than welcomed to stay with us. I couldn’t help but think, “hell yeah she’s welcome to stay here, I’ve got to get off some how”.

As the night went on I couldn’t believe how much Sue was drinking. She was getting really drunk. The party started to thin out around 1:00am. I helped everyone get their things together before they left. After everyone was gone my mom asked Sue if there was anything she wanted.

Sue said, “If you just bring me some blankets I’ll sleep down here on the couch”. My moms tried to talk her into sleeping in the guestroom or in my room, but Sue said, “Forget it, I’m going to finish my drink and watch some TV. Please just let me do this, I need to think for a while”.

My mom told Sue not to think too much, because she’ll think more clearly when she’s sober. My mom sent me to get the blankets. After I grabbed a few I came back down stairs and gave them to Sue. She said. “Thanks sweetie”.

I said, “No problem Miss Sue, I’ll give you anything you need”.

She just looked at me and said, “Thanks kid”.

I went up stairs to my bedroom. I couldn’t believe that Sue was sleeping in my house. I was so horny. I had to do something about it. I opened my bedroom door and made my way down the hallway past my parent’s room. I could hear grunts and the sound of bodies slapping. I knew what that meant. It’s sort of weird, but the idea of my mom getting put to her turned me on even more. I quietly made my way down the stairs. I had it all figured out, if mom or dad came down I would act like I was getting a cup of water.

If Sue was a sleep I would jack off in front of her and I might even shoot my load on her face. When I made it down stairs I went into our TV room, were Sue was slumped over on the couch. She had drank herself out cold. She still had drink in her hand. I walked over to her and removed the drink. I placed the cup on the table next to the couch. I knew that she was out, and if I was going to beat off in front of her now was my chance.

Then I had a thought; “I’ll get our video camera so I can record everything”. I thought that a tape of me jacking off in front of her would really give me some kicks later on. After getting the camera I set it up in front of her. I then it the record button.

There I was standing in front of Sue. Her tight black shirt was hugging her thighs and holding back her large perky breast. Since all that I had on was a tee shirt and my boxers it was easy for my to take my hard cock out. I started stroking my dick. I was getting more and more horny. I knew that I had to have her, but if I made a move to fuck her she’d wake up. I didn’t care if she was awake or not. I had to fuck her. She was sitting with her legs together and her leaned all the way back on the headrest of the couch. I pulled my boxers up over my hard cock and took a seat next to her.

I placed my hand on one of her thighs and said, “Miss Sue, are you ok”. She let out a little mumble and moved her head so it was facing me. Her eyes were still shut. My eyes were locked on her breast and the thinly strapped bra and skirt that was holding them from me.

It was then that I made my move. I placed both my hands on her shoulders as I laid her down on the couch. He back was now resting against the couch. Her large breasts were pushing against the thin material of her skirt and bra. I got up and went into the kitchen. I grabbed on of our steak knives and made my way out to the couch. It was like I was possessed. I didn’t care if she woke up or not. I had to have. I forced her legs apart and got between them. I place my hands on the straps of her skirt on each shoulder. I pulled them down exposing her lacy bra to my young eyes.

All of a sudden she started moving. “Huh, what’s going on, Ben what are you doing?”

I started kissing forcing my tongue in her mouth. I had the knife in one hand and my other hand was on her tit squeezing the shit of it.

“Ben, stop why are you doing this?” I stopped kissing her and got up in her face.

I said, “Your husband is right! You do dress like fucking whore and now you’re going to get what you deserve.

She started crying, “Please Ben stop, don’t do this to me”.

I slapped her as hard as I could across her face. I said, “Shut the fuck up, if you don’t I’ll fucking cut you slut”.

With that I moved back so I could grip either side of her skirt I pulled the top down around her waist. She was crying as I placed the knife against her skin. I slide it under the front of her bra and with a quick yank her bar was split in two. Despite my warning she tried to push me away from her breast but she was to drunk to be of any real resistance. I grabbed both her hands and pinned them above her head. I then began kissing her breast. I was making my way towards my prize: Her nipples. I ran my tongue around her nipples making them get hard. I now had one of my hands holding both of hers against the couch. With my free hand I grabbed on of her perky tits and forced her nipple into my mouth. I sat there sucking like a baby for a minute so two before I did the same to the other tit. I picked up the knife again and let go of her hands.

I said, “If you move I’ll cut bitch”. So put her hands on either side of her head. It looked like She looked so sexy. Her perky tits with her big hard nipples just jiggled while she sobbed.

I forced her legs apart as I pulled her skirt up around her waist exposing her thong cover cunt to me. I said, “Look at me, LOOK AT ME, you fucking cunt.

She made eye contact with me as I cut her thong off her goddess like body exposing her shaved little bush. I bent down and poked my tongue in and out of her slit. I then spit on it and my cock. I placed my cock head against her slit. I made her look at me again as I slowly began forcing my dick up her.

She kept saying, “Please pull out… don’t do this to me”. I just let out grunts as I pushed further and further into her cunt. She was tight as shit. I placed one of my hands on one of her muscular thighs while my other had a handful of her hair forcing her to look at me while I raped her.

“Damn you’re fucking tight”.

Sue just kept quietly crying as I started fucking her harder and harder. Her slit was holding my cock like a glove. This bitch so fucking tight, and warm. I bent down and sucked on her tit while I fucked her cunt into the couch. Her breast kept bounce up and down as I slid my cock in and out of her cunt. The room was filled with the sound of my tight ball sack slapping her body as I rode her cunt. I knew that I wouldn’t last much longer so I forced her head to the side, so that she could see the video camera.

She said, “You little shit your recording this!”

I said, “Damn right, and if you even think about going to the cops every one on the block where ever you live will have a copy of this tape. Oh yeah by the way, you’re going to be my little slut from now on if you don’t want this tape to get out”.

She went back to crying, and then she stopped and looked at me. She said, “please don’t cum in me, please!!! I can’t get knocked up by a kid. Please pull out."

I knew that I wouldn’t last much longer so I ignored her pleas and placed both my hands on her tits I sat squeezing them while her body bounced up and down with my pumping her cunt. I could feel the cum starting to build up. “Oh god, your so tight, I’ve got a gift for you, oh god”. She said pull out please!!! I place my hands on her hips as I fucked her cunt with a vengeance. I suddenly exploded inside of her. I kept pumping and pumping her tight slit milking my cock inside of her. It seemed like I was cumming for a couple of minutes. When I was down I bent down as sucked on of her nipples as my limp cock slid out of her tight slit.

She sat there crying. She couldn’t believe that a 15-year-old boy had just taken pleasure from her cunt. I got up and took the tape out of the camera and started to leave the room when all of a sudden I stopped and turned around.

I said, “ thanks for the fuck Sue I’ll give a call and we’ll do this again some time”.

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Rape Story by Mac Daddy.

Foreword: Please welcome back Selwyn and his gret new rape story!

I am Sherry, and this happened just after finishing high school. 

     I had lived with only my mother since I was twelve, after my father had left.  She almost re-married once, when I was 14, she but broke it off suddenly, and dramatically, when her soon-to-be new husband started eyeing me.  One day he came into my room and tried to touch my breasts.  Fortunately my mother came by unexpectedly, and he ran off for good. 

     Now, four years later, mother was still very suspicious of any boys.  I wasn’t allowed out much.  It was almost like she feared that I "knew too much," and might become promiscuous just because I had once attracted an older man’s attention.  It was very frustrating. . . she insisted that I be home very early (never later than 10:00 PM), and any boys that did come around were treated so coldly that they soon lost interest. 

    I did date a little, secretly.  I had a friend, Kristin, and I often spent nights at her place.  Mom didn’t know that we sometimes did double-dates with her boyfriend and a few guys that I liked.  It was all very innocent, usually an evening bowling and a few snacks.  These were the only times I was out past 10:00.  Nothing much ever happened with these boys, never more than a little kissing, but it was great to feel normal for even a short while.  On those days I could dress more prettily, and make up my face (mom didn’t like that).  Now and then Kristin and I had some naughty fun, we sometimes smoked cigarettes in secret, but since mom smoked herself she never suspected. 

     What’s hard to get is that mom was a bit of a slut herself.  One reason I spent many weekends with Kristin is that mom was out running around most Saturdays.  She’d hit the bars, either with the latest guy she had found somewhere, or she’d find one after going out.  I know that sometimes they went back to our home for the night.  I am glad that I was gone these nights.  Still, she thought that I should spend my life almost completely isolated, that nothing but problems would come if I even dated normally.  Somehow she thought she’d prevent me from learning any more about sex.

     In the weeks after I graduated high school I spent a lot of time home alone, more than before.  Early one afternoon I was in my room trying out different looks and outfits.  I don’t think so, but people like to tell me how pretty I am.  My breasts are a bit larger than most other girls, and I have quite thick, bushy dark hair. 

    I had a few outfits that mom didn’t know about.  I tried on a medium length-skirt, but added a rather tight blouse, and I ended up looking a bit slutty, my breasts obviously bulging against the buttons.  I’d never go out dressed like this, but it was fun to play with this look.  I thought it would be fun to add to the "slut look" with some heavy makeup.  I wasn’t supposed to wear it, but I had a bit of a stash that I took with me when I went on those secret dates with Kristin and her boyfriend. 

     I added some dark mascara and eyeliner to go with my dark hair, and just a bit of shadow.  I took the shine off my naturally light skin with a bit of powder, and then I had some fun trying different lipsticks.  I had several, but only wore the lighter shades when out on my secret dates.   I tried one modest red shade, which looked quite nice.  I do have rather broad, full lips, and the deeper color really made them stand out. 

     Then I thought, why not have some more fun?  I had a really deep red that I had never worn.  Don’t know why I bought it, I knew I’d feel real conspicuous wearing it in public, but now, alone, where no one would see, it might be fun to get a look at myself with it.  I wiped off the lighter lipstick, then took my dark lipliner (which I had never used either), and carefully outlined my lips.  The clear outline around my mouth made my lips look even bigger.  Then, I slowly, carefully glided the deep red lipstick around my mouth.  Two or three times I circled my lips, making sure to keep within the outline, then pressed them together when I was done. 

         The effect was surprising.  I hardly recognized face, any time I had used makeup before was always very subdued.  Mom would go nuts if she saw me like this!  My darkly lined eyes and black mascara, against my dark hair, with that deep, glossy red lipstick made me look like I was begging for attention.  Good thing this was just for fun, I could never go on a date looking like this.  Just to finish off the "slutty look," I took out my hidden cigarettes and lit one.  The mirror showed an almost completely different girl, sexy and sultry, a tell-tale lipstick print on the cigarette.

     Suddenly I heard the doorbell, and shot of fear ran through me, thinking my mother was home.  I ran to the bathroom and flushed my cigarette down the toilet.  She shouldn’t be home yet, her quitting time wasn’t for a few hours.  But then, she wouldn’t ring the bell anyway.  I looked out the window and saw the Cable Company truck in the driveway.  I was relieved, but didn’t remember mom saying anything about them coming by today.  We were having trouble with our television system though, so it wasn’t a total surprise.  I hesitated to go downstairs looking like this, but the cable people are so unpredictable that I didn’t want to wait another few weeks for them to come back.  So, a bit reluctantly, I went downstairs to let him in. 

     The guy was surprised to see me.  "Is your mother here?  I’m here to fix the cable," he said. 

     "No, she’s at work.  Won’t be back for a few hours," I replied. 

     I felt very conspicuous in my somewhat short skirt, tight blouse and heavy make-up.  I hoped that he didn’t really notice.

     And, he didn’t seem to think much of it.  He went to the wall and removed the cable from the television, testing it with some sort of meter. 

     I wasn’t sure what to do.  I was uncomfortable being with him the way I looked, but didn’t want to leave him alone there. 

     He didn’t give me much attention.  Looking at his meter and then scribbling on some papers, he said, without looking up, "Do you have any other cable connections?"

     "Yes, one upstairs," I replied.

     I turned to go up the stairs and he followed.  I felt really uncomfortable as he walked behind, just below me, face-level with my short skirt.  I hoped he would be gone soon.

     "It’s in here," I said, gesturing to my mother’s room.  He went in and began to test the cable. 

     While he was busy I took the opportunity to return to my room and begin to change.  This was a bit embarrassing, I never intended anyone to see me like this.  I found my daily casual shorts and shirt, threw them on the bed, and sat down to begin taking off that make-up.

     Suddenly I saw him at the door.  "I’m done," he announced.  "There’s some papers here for you."

     I didn’t like him walking into my room like that, but, I thought, he’s done and can go now.  I stood up and went toward him. 

     He stepped forward to hand the papers to me, and it struck me that he approached a little closer than people usually do.  His breathing seemed a little strained.

     "That’s a cute outfit you’ve got," he said. 

     I didn’t like this at all, but hoped he’d just leave. I didn’t respond.  Then, my heart jumped as I felt a hand on my waist.  "What are you doing?" I gasped.

     "Looking for a little fun.  Isn’t that why you dressed like that for me?"

     "I was just playing, I didn’t know you were coming."  I desperately hoped he would leave now. 

     To my horror, he grabbed me round the waist with both arms, held me very tightly, and kissed me hard on the lips.  I was so surprised that I couldn’t move back quickly enough, and I tried to turn away.

     He persisted.  I turned my head this way and that, but couldn’t get away from the pressure of his mouth as it pressed against mine.  Steadily he pushed me backwards until I was against the bed, then with a sudden shove he pushed me over onto my back, and stood there leering. 

     "What are you doing?" I sobbed, but really didn’t need to ask.  It was getting clear. 

     "Bet you’re a little slut like your cocksucking mother," he said as he fell on top of me, again pressing his lips against mine.  I turned my head and let out a muffled scream, but knew no one would hear.  The windows were all closed because the air conditioning was on.  I was alone and helpless, no one was going to come.

     He reached down and pushed my knees apart, then heaved the weight of his pelvis against mine as he pinned my arms over my head.  I gasped for air, I could hardly breathe with his weight atop me, and fear shot through my chest as I felt the bulge in his pants pressing against my pelvis.  I had seen naked men only in pictures, but my friend Kristin had told me some things. . . she and her boyfriend had played around a little, and she told me how his penis got really hard, and how a sticky fluid came out of it when he got really excited. 

     "Mmmm oooh yea, you’re a sexy little whore aren’t you," he moaned, his face smeared with my lipstick.

     "No, please, don’t do this to me," I begged.  But he only got more excited as I felt the bulge in his pants throbbing against my pelvis. 

     Desperately I began to struggle.  I turned and twisted my face away from his smeary mouth, I tried to wriggle out from under him.  But instead, he grabbed me by the hair and held my head down so he could kiss me even harder.

     "Blbbh mmnoo plze stop, yr hurting me!" I tried to scream through the force of his lips pressed to mine.

     I then felt the sharp pain of his slap on my face.  I was now crying uncontrollably, begging, pleading "Please please don’t, don’t rape me, I’m still a virgin."

     He stopped for a moment and rose up a bit, with his weight still pinning down my waist.  "You won’t be much longer" he replied.

     He then grabbed at my breasts.  I tried to hold his hands back, but another painful slap hit my cheek and I collapsed. 

     "Take this off," he said.  I didn’t move.

     "TAKE IT OFF!" he yelled as he hit me again.

     Slowly, my hands shaking, I reached down to unbutton my blouse.  I undid the first two buttons, but then started crying hysterically, I just couldn’t go on. 

     "Aaaa no please, don’t hurt me" I cried as another slap struck my cheek.  I didn’t want to get hit again, but I just couldn’t move. 

     Frustrated, he began tearing my blouse away. The buttons flew off, hitting the floor as my blouse ripped away, exposing my bra.  He then shoved my bra up toward my neck, and my breasts spilled out.  No boy had ever seen or touched them. 

     "Owooh, that hurts, don’t please don’t," I pleaded as he squeezed them roughly and began sucking my nipples.  My deep red lipstick now smeared from his mouth onto my breasts.  I started thrashing about again, grabbing his hair with my now-free hands, trying to push him away.

     Another sharp slap to my face sent me back, quivering, weeping frantically, begging him to stop.

     "You need a lesson in cooperation," he said. 

     As I lay back sobbing on the bed, he stood up, removed his belt, and let his pants drop to the floor.  In horror I saw the bulge in his underwear.

     He then jumped back on me, grabbed me by the leg and shoulder, and rolled me onto my stomach.  I had no idea what he intended.

         "We’ll see if this teaches you anything."

     "AIEEE!  NOOOO!  PLEASE PLEASE!"  I cried, as his belt struck my rear.

     He was sitting on my lower legs, and I couldn’t roll over, couldn’t use my arms or hands to protect myself. 

     "AAAAAA!" I screamed again, as the belt came down a second time.  "Please please stop, I’ll do what you want, please stop hitting me."

     He rolled me over on my back and I lay there, still, whimpering and crying. 

     He was back on top of me, thrusting my legs apart with his knees as his pelvis weighed against mine.  I could feel his hard penis pressing against my virgin vagina.  Again he squeezed my breasts, sucking the nipples, and moaning louder as he rubbed his penis against my crotch.  I lay there unmoving, too frightened of more pain to resist any further. 

     Once more he stood up, leaving me to catch my breath a little after being under his weight.  Terrified, I watched him pull off his underwear, and as they dropped to the floor his huge penis popped out.  Fear welled up in my chest as I watched it throbbing up and down.    

     "Sit up," he ordered, and for once, I did it right away.  I had been hurt enough.  I then took a glance of myself in the mirror.  My hair was a wild mess, my eyeliner badly running from my tears, and the deep red lipstick was smeared around my mouth and cheeks.  The shreds of my blouse hung loosely from shoulders, and my breasts hung down below my bra, which had been pushed up toward my neck.  More lipstick smears surrounded my nipples.  For a few moments he just looked at me as I sat crying, shaking, softly begging "please don’t, please please just leave me, I won’t tell anyone. . . "

     "Aieaaa!" I cried, as he grabbed me by the hair, pulling me forward onto the hard wood floor.  I landed on my side, but keeping hold of my hair he pulled me up to my knees. 

     He sat on the bed and pulled me toward him, my knees sliding across the floor as he forced my face into his crotch.  It was clear what he wanted.  He held my head tightly the hair and forced my face against his hard penis, but I clenched my teeth together desperately trying to prevent him from entering my mouth.  The tip of his penis pushed past my lips and against my teeth, but I refused to open for him.  I just couldn’t, a nauseating revulsion welled up inside me at the very thought. 

     "Owoohehuhu, please don’t!" I wailed as yet another slap hit my face.  I fell to the floor crying, sobbing, pleading, "please please don’t do this, please don’t hurt me, I won’t tell anyone, please just let me alone. . . "

     Suddenly he seemed a bit quieter.  "Sit up" he said.  I did.  "You look a real mess," he remarked as he brushed my hair back from my face.  "Clean yourself up a bit."

     I was really surprised at this.  Wasn’t he going to do anything else to me?  Had he given up because I kept resisting?  I began to feel a bit of hope as he put his underwear back on.  He led me to the bathroom and told me to wash up.  I washed my face, cleaned the lipstick from my breasts, and put my bra back on properly.  My blouse was torn but I managed to pull it over my chest so I wasn’t quite so naked.  My skirt was still on — he’d never even tried to take it off.  He just watched quietly as I did all this.  It looked like it might be over.

     He led me back to my room and told me to sit at my dressing table. "Make up your face again," he ordered. 

     Perplexed, I did as he said.  It was such a relief to have him off of me, to think that the worst was now over, and he had never penetrated me.   It seemed that he just wanted me to look normal before he left.  I was glad to do it. 

     My face now clean, I again did the dark eyeliner and the modest shadow.  I then patted on a bit of powder to whiten up my cheeks, which were a bit red from his slaps. 

     I then re-did my lips exactly as before.  Carefully I took the liner and drew a clear outline, then pulled the cap from the same deep red lipstick, and slowly, deliberately applied it, finishing by pressing my lips together.  I then said "Is that good?" as I stood up to face him.  

     He seemed relaxed, and I was more and more assured that he was about to leave.  But suddenly I noticed that he still hadn’t put his pants back on, and the bulge in his underwear was growing large again.

     I lunged for the door, but wasn’t quick enough.  Again he grabbed me, threw me to the floor, and straddled me, sitting on my pelvis and pinning down my arms above my head. 

     "Please, not again, I thought you were done. . . " I started crying again, my faint hopes now gone. 

     As I lay shaking on the floor, he stood up and removed his underwear, revealing his erect penis.  He grabbed me by my hair, pulled me to my knees, and as he sat on the bed he again pulled my face against his crotch.  My fresh lipstick smeared his penis as he tried to force it into my mouth, but as before I kept my teeth tightly clenched.

     "OWOOO NOOO!" I wailed as he slapped me.  When I fell to the floor he jumped on me immediately and rolled me onto my stomach. 

     "AIEEIEAHUHU" I screamed as his belt struck my bottom.

     "ARE YOU GOING TO START COOPERATING" he shouted?

     "EEEEIA HUHUN AIEEE NOOO PLEASE" I sobbed as his belt hit again, not even giving me a chance to reply.

     "WELL?  YOU GONNA DO IT?"

     "AHHHA HUHUH AIEEE" I cried as he kept beating me.  "Yes, yes, please stop, I’ll do what you want, please stop hitting me," I whimpered in defeat, on the floor, crying and shaking.

     "On your knees," he ordered as he sat on the bed.  I did it. 

"Put on more of that lipstick."  Again I complied, and as I applied it, his penis grew even larger as I watched it throbbing.

     When I finished applying my lipstick I turned to put it back on the table when another slap hit my face.

     "No, please, why?  I did what you wanted. . . "

     "Don’t stop.  Keep putting it on."

     I pulled off the lipstick cap and began re-applying it.  He was breathing faster and moaning as he watched it glide around my mouth.  I didn’t dare stop, though my hands were shaking so much I could hardly keep hold of the lipstick.   

     "Lemme see your tits," he ordered.  Still putting on lipstick, I reached under my torn blouse with my free, trembling hand and pulled up my bra, spilling out my breasts. 

     I was still applying that lipstick when he looped his belt around my neck and pulled my face to his crotch.

     "Let’s see if you do it right this time" he said.

     I felt his belt tighten around my throat as my lips pressed against his penis, but this time I opened my mouth.  Holding down the feeling of revulsion in my gut, I allowed him to pull my head toward him, sliding his penis in and out of my mouth.  I felt a sticky fluid on the tip of his penis.  Is this what Kristin had seen with her boyfriend?  I began to get a little hopeful.  Was it nearly over?

     Not quite yet.  The belt still tight round my neck, again and again I slid my mouth up and down his penis, smearing it with lipstick as I felt it pulsing between my lips.  "That sticky fluid is coming out, just like Kristin said.  Why doesn’t he stop?"  I had no idea what still lay ahead. 

     I felt him getting harder, moaning and breathing faster as I continued.  It had to finish soon, I thought.  Then, he pulled my hair hard, forcing his penis deep into my mouth.  I gagged as the tip pressed the back of my throat, and my stomach heaved a bit, but I managed to avoid vomiting. I did feel a gush of saliva and mucus well up from my throat, and my mouth was suddenly full of these slippery fluids. 

     The suddenly he pushed me away and shoved me onto the floor, his hard penis dripping with saliva and mucus.  Pouncing on me, he pulled up my skirt and tore off my panties, exposing my pelvis.

     I horror I realized that he wasn’t nearly finished yet.  He jumped on me, forced my legs apart, and pinned my arms above my head. 

     "Please stop, please don’t, please don’t rape me. . . "

     My entire body went rigid as I felt his penis touching my labia, gradually spreading them apart as it began to press against my vagina.

     "Oh god no please please no don’t do this god no. . ."

     The moisture of my saliva on his penis made it just wet enough to begin penetration.  "Owooo god no, please stop!" I cried as I felt it enter me.  "It hurts!  You’re hurting me!"

     As the tears flowed down my face, his lips pressing hard against mine, my lipstick smearing both our faces, I wailed in pain as he began thrusting into me.

     He couldn’t enter all at once.  My virgin vagina was too dry and tight, it had never received anything larger than a tampon.  But he kept pushing, over and over, and with each push his penis drove a little deeper into me. 

     "No, no, no, please stop," I cried, begged, pleaded, but each painful thrust drove his penis in a little more, until finally he was completely inside me. 

     He pushed hard against my pelvis after he had penetrated completely, but it still hurt just as much.  He then began thrusting in and out, slowly and steadily.

     "No, no please stop, stop, you’re hurting me." I cried again and again, but he kept on.  On and on he kept shoving his penis in and out. 

     Sometimes he slowed down a bit and I thought he was done, only to start again.  At other times he pulled out completely, but always forced it back in, starting the pain all over again. 

     I can’t remember how long it lasted.  The painful thrusting, my incessant crying, his forced kisses, him sucking my nipples, that deep red lipstick smeared all over both our faces and my bruised breasts.  With each thrust my entire body jerked, and gradually his thrusting pushed me across the floor until my head was banging against the wall.  Each push knocked my head against the baseboard, but still he continued to rape me.

     Then he began thrusting faster, moaning more loudly and breathing harder.  These faster thrusts were all the more painful. . .

     "Ow! Ai! Aiee! Eh! Huh! Eh!" I squeaked with each thrust. . .   

     Suddenly his entire body stiffened, and he began moaning louder.  "Finally it’s ending" I thought, but had little idea of how it was going to end. 

     As he started to shake, he pulled his penis out of me, crawled forward to sit on my chest, and pushed his penis to my lips. 

     "Open your mouth!" he moaned.  As he grasped and tightened the belt still round my neck, I opened my mouth, and he slid his quivering penis between my lips.

     I could never have imagined what happened next.  His penis began throbbing forcefully, and hot, sticky, salty, bitter fluid began gushing out of it, into my mouth.  I gagged in revulsion, but still it went on, his whole body jerking with each throb of his penis, each spurt spewing more of that stuff between my lips.  Again and again he spurted, the fluid filling my mouth, leaking out the corners, dripping down the sides of my cheeks. 

     At last, with a final spurt, he finished and pulled his penis out, my mouth and face smeared with lipstick and that sticky goop. 

     I felt the belt tighten around my neck as he said "Swallow it!  Fearing that he’d kill me, I forced it down, controlling my urge to vomit it all back at him.

     "Aiiee!"  One last painful slap struck my face. 

     He wiped his penis on my blouse, put his pants back on, and just left. 

     That was it.  "I’ve just been raped," I remember thinking, inanely. 

     Mom would probably blame me for all this, I thought. 

     So I went to the shower and washed off the lipstick and sticky fluid from my face and breasts.  I put on my usual modest, un-revealing casual daily outfit.  I then cleaned the floor, gathered up my torn clothes and sealed them in plastic bags.  I touched-up my make-up a bit to disguise the bruises from his slaps, which, surprisingly, were not very noticeable.  The greatest pains I had were on my rear from the beatings with this belt, and the raw bruises on my pelvis, breasts, and in my vagina.  No one could see these.

     By the time mom returned there was no sign remaining of what had happened, and I wasn’t about to tell her. 

Terry Chambers was a normal fourteen-year-old boy. That is to say, he was constantly horny. Like all boys his age, Terry had passed into puberty and was now a walking, talking hormone. He thought about sex constantly. He and his friends talked about sex constantly. Unfortunately for Terry, thinking and talking about sex was all he ever got to do. While his body screamed for release, his mind lacked the experience to locate a willing partner.

Perhaps if Terry had lived in a big city, things would have been different, but he didn’t. Terry lived in a small town in the moralistic Midwest. Everybody knew everybody else and what he or she was doing. The majority of girls Terry’s age were still virgins, and intended to remain that way until they married. Oh, he’d heard stories about some of the high school girls who were supposed to be loose, but they wouldn’t want anything to do with Terry. He was too young for them.

Terry sat at the breakfast table and sighed as he pushed his scrambled eggs around the plate. If he didn’t get laid soon, he didn’t know what he would do. Whacking off wasn’t helping much anymore, and he was getting woodies at the most inconvenient, and embarrassing, of times. The other day in front of the whole class, for example.

He had been giving an oral report on Valley Forge when his eyes came across Mary Jane Hemming’s long legs where she sat in the front row. The super short skirt she was wearing didn’t help either, and the next thing he knew he was rock hard and straining against the material of his jeans. He had flushed red as the chuckling and snickering of his classmates let him know that his situation hadn’t gone unnoticed. Mary Jane grinned evilly at him and slowly crossed her legs.

"Better hurry up, Terry. You don’t want to miss the bus."

"Okay, mom." Terry forked eggs into his mouth and chewed slowly. He watched his mother at the counter, packing his lunch.

Cindy Chambers was an attractive thirty-five year old who could have passed for thirty. She stood five foot six and a half and weighed one hundred twenty pounds. She had a pretty face, with large brown eyes, a pert nose and full, pouting lips. She wore her brown hair long and straight, parted in the middle. Her breasts were firm and well shaped and her stomach was flat. Her hips and rear were well rounded and transitioned into long, shapely legs. She was currently dressed for the office in a black satin blouse, short red skirt, and red four inch high heels.

With a shock, Terry realized that he had once again gotten hard. Watching his MOTHER! Jesus Christ, this was RIDICULOUS! He couldn’t be getting stiff over his MOTHER! What the hell was wrong with him?

Terry took a deep breath, trying to calm himself. He didn’t want his mother to see the bulge in his pants. Closing his eyes, he concentrated on anything other than women. He thought about throwing stones, eating grass, anything but sex. Slowly, his erection went down.

"Finished?" Cindy asked. Terry opened his eyes and nodded, not trusting himself to speak. "Okay, then, off with you. The bus will be here any minute."

Cindy walked her son to the front door. "Have a nice day, sweetheart." she said as she kissed him on the cheek and hugged him. He felt her warm breath on his neck and her breasts pressing against his chest. Terry flushed and turned away quickly as his trouser snake snapped back to attention. He couldn’t let his mother see the effect she had just had on him.

"Bye, mom!" he called over his shoulder as he hurried down the sidewalk. God! What was he going to do about this? He couldn’t keep going around with a bulge in his pants! He was becoming a joke! He had to think of something!

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Classes dragged for Terry. It was Friday and he was looking forward to the weekend. Actually, he was looking forward to two whole days without the embarrassment of his little friend jumping up every time a girl came within sight or smell. It was like the damned thing had a mind of it’s own! It was getting to the point that even unattractive girls were getting to him. Shit!

He managed to keep things under control on the bus ride home by staring out the window. He knew that if he so much as looked at one of the girls on the bus…..

Letting himself into the house with his key, Terry took his books to his room and put them on his desk. He decided he would get a glass of juice and then start on his homework. Get it out of the way so the rest of the weekend would be free.

"Hello, sweetheart." his mother said as he walked into the kitchen.

"Hi, mom." he replied as he got a glass from the cupboard and the juice from the refrigerator. He poured the juice, and as he put the carton back in the refrigerator, he noticed the kitchen table was only set for two. "Why only two place settings?"

"Oh, your father called. One of the company’s vendors is having trouble manufacturing some kind of part. It’s apparently very important, so the company sent your father out to give them a hand. He’ll be gone until Tuesday or Wednesday, so it’s just us for the weekend."

"Oh." Terry turned quickly and retreated to his bedroom. He couldn’t understand why he had suddenly become rock hard.

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"Terry! Dinner!" his mother called down the hall.

Terry closed his math book and pushed his chair back from the desk. Walking down the hall, he found his mother putting the last items on the kitchen table. She was still dressed in the black blouse with red skirt and heels and looked really great. Terry noticed that there was a glass of milk in front of his plate and, as usual, a glass of wine in front of his mother’s.

Suppose she had too much wine, Terry wondered? Suppose she got drunk? What would happen if ….. QUIT IT! Don’t even THINK that way, dammed! Jesus, he was really losing it!

"So how was school today, sweetheart?" Cindy asked as they sat down to dinner.

"Oh, the usual, I guess. We had a pop quiz in history, and I don’t think I did very well."

"Then maybe you should put a little extra time into studying this weekend."

"I guess so, mom." But Terry wasn’t thinking about history. Every time Cindy looked down at her plate, he would look at her breasts. Those firm, luscious breasts! His mother WAS a beautiful woman, no doubt about it. He could feel him stiffening once more.

That night, before bed, Terry went to the bathroom and masturbated as he normally did. This time, though, he wasn’t looking at one of his Playboy or Penthouse magazines that he kept hidden in his room. This time, he closed his eyes and imagined his mother, spread out naked on her bed. When he came, his orgasm was intense.

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It was dark in Terry’s room. As the bedroom door opened, light from the hallway dimly lit the room. Terry could see his mother in the doorway, silhouetted against the light behind her, the outline of her body clearly visible through the thin material of her short, silky nightgown.

He watched as she slowly crossed the room, her hips swaying slowly, rhythmically from side to side. Terry felt his manhood stiffening, thickening as she sat on the edge of the bed.

"Are you awake, Terry?" she asked in a soft, sultry voice.

"Yes." was all he said.

"I don’t like being in that big bed all alone when your father isn’t here. I get scared. Can I sleep with you?"

"Sure, mom." Terry said as he pulled the covers aside to let her in.

"Thank you, dear." Cindy murmured as she leaned forward and gently kissed Terry on the lips. He could feel her breasts pressing against his chest through the thin silk as her tongue slipped between his lips and into his mouth. He put his arms around her and let his hands play over her body.

Cindy sat up and slowly pulled her nightgown over her head and dropped it to the floor. Terry could see that his mother was naked. Taking him in her hand, Cindy bent over and began gently sucking on the head of Terry’s penis. She started to slowly bob her head up and down, each time taking him farther into her mouth. Terry moaned at the wonderfulness of his mother’s moist, warm mouth around his meat.

Pulling up and away, Cindy climbed onto the bed and straddled Terry. Taking his hardness in her hand, she guided him to her opening and slowly lowered her onto him. Both moaned in pleasure as she settled onto his midsection, his meat buried completely inside of her.

Slowly, Cindy began to rock back and forth, moaning softly as Terry reached up and took her breasts in his hands. Gently he massaged her, feeling her nipples stiffen against his palms. Slowly, he let his hands roam over her. Her stomach. Her thighs. Her buttocks. Everywhere he touched her caused her to shiver and moan.

His mother was becoming more excited. She was moving up and down on his shaft, moaning and crying out. She tipped her head back in pleasure as she impaled her repeatedly on him.

"Oh, God! Oh, God, Terry! You feel so GOOD!" she moaned as he felt himself approaching the brink. He didn’t want to cum, not yet. He wanted to wait. But she felt so good! So damned GOOD!

"Oh, mom! Oh, mom you’re so wonderful. I … I can’t … wait! I can’t … wait!"

‘It’s okay, sweetheart! Go on! Go on! This time is for you. The next time will be for me!"

Terry couldn’t stand anymore. "Uuuuuuhhhhhoooooooooo!" he moaned long and low as he shot a long stream of cum deep into his mother’s body.

Terry’s eyes snapped open. He was disoriented in the darkness. His heart was racing and his breathing was rapid. And then he felt it. The warm stickiness soaking the crotch of his skivvies, and he remembered. He remembered the dream that had taken him right over the edge. Dreaming of his mother. Terry collapsed onto the pillow and waited for his excitement to lessen. A fucking wet dream. Damn!

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Terry was up early the next morning. The fact was that he hadn’t slept much. After the wet dream he’d had about his mother, he had trouble getting back to sleep. On the few occasions when he did drift off, her image would invade his mind and wake him. He had finally got up rather than just laying there staring at the ceiling, and he was sitting in the kitchen with a bowl of cereal when his mother came in.

"Good morning, Terry. You’re up early."

"I know. I couldn’t sleep." He was watching his mother as she made a pot of coffee. She was wearing a white nylon nightgown with blue lace trim and a matching robe. Both were fairly short and stopped a little higher than mid-thigh, showing quite a bit of his mother’s great legs. He had seen her in this outfit before, but for the first time he noticed that he could just make out the outline of her nipples through the material.

"What was the problem? Do you have something on your mind?" Cindy asked.

Yeah. Fucking the shit out of you, mom. "No, nothing. Just one of those nights, I guess."

Cindy poured a cup of coffee and sat down opposite Terry. She crossed her legs and the robe slipped open as the nightgown rode a little further up her legs. She didn’t notice, but Terry did. Damn, she had great legs! Terry also noticed that the material at her shoulders had pulled a little tighter, causing the outline of her nipples to be even more pronounced. He felt the butterflies in his stomach as his dick swelled and thickened.

"I’ve got to go to the mall today, Terry. I have to find something for Evelyn’s baby shower, and I need a few things for myself. I know you said you wanted to check the music store for that new CD you’ve been wanting. Do you want to go along?"

Terry was only listening to her with half his mind. The other half was daydreaming. He was visualizing gabbing his mother and throwing her to the kitchen floor right here and now. He imagined tearing that robe and gown from her, leaving her naked on the cold tiles. He saw himself sucking on those marvellous nipples, rubbing his hands over every inch of her. He envisioned himself pinning her down, driving his dick into her trembling body. Humping her over and over until he finally filled her with his cum.

"Sure, mom. Maybe I’ll check out the video store, too. I haven’t picked up a new movie in awhile."

"Great. Say about ten o’clock? That will give us both times for showers."

Showers. Yeah, showers. Terry envisioned his mother in the shower, naked and glistening with water droplets. He imagined getting into the shower with her, holding her arms behind her back while he buried his face in her tits. He could almost feel her moist, velvety softness as he imagined driving himself into her while he pinned her to the wall. He imagined the water pelting their bodies as he buried himself repeatedly in her until he finally climaxed inside of her.

"Ten o’clock sounds good to me, mom. I’ll be ready."

Ready? Shit! I’m ready right now. Ready to screw you silly! Terry watched as Cindy walked to the coffee maker to refill her cup. God, she was so SEXY! He saw himself moving up behind her, reaching around her with both arms and cupping her breasts in his hands. He imagined her moaning and leaning back against him, welcoming his ministrations. He envisioned her holding the counter with both hands as he pushed her panties down and entered her from the rear. He imagined her moaning and wriggling against him as he shot his load into her bowels.

"Well, I’m going to hit the shower." Cindy put her cup in the sink and left the kitchen. Terry sighed as his swollen meat pressed against his shorts.

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Terry was sitting in the car when his mother came out of the house. She was wearing a white nylon sleeveless top, light blue denim mini skirt with a white belt, light tan pantyhose and white sandals with three-inch heels. She looked spectacular, and Terry felt the butterflies once more flitting around his stomach. As she opened the driver’s door of the car and stepped in, Terry had a marvellous view of her long, lovely legs. When she was sitting, the hem of her skirt stopped barely two inches below her crotch. He was stiff almost immediately.

Cindy pulled the seat belt - shoulder harness across her body and buckled it. The diagonal shoulder strap ran between her breasts, flattening the material of her top and making her breasts stand out even more. Terry watched her out of the corner of his eye, checking the outline of her breasts and the shape of her legs. God, she was just so … so … Terry was lost for words.

In his mind, he unbuckled her seat belt and pulled her to him. She tried to push him away, but she wasn’t strong enough. Terry imagined locking his lips to hers, his tongue darting into her mouth as his hand kneaded her breast. He saw himself turn farther, pulling his mother with him, forcing her to lie down on the car seat. Her skirt was hiked up around her waist. His hand was between her legs, twisting and pulling at the material of her pantyhose until it shredded, leaving her exposed to him. He visualized himself mounting her, pushing into her as she pleaded with him to stop. And then he was driving, driving into her repeatedly, making her twitch and jump with each penetration. He saw her lips part slightly, her eyes fill with tears, and then he was cumming, shooting long streams into her as she trembled underneath him.

"Okay, Terry." He realized that they were now parked in the mall parking lot. "I know that you have no interest in shower gifts for Evelyn, so you go on to the music and video stores. We’ll meet in, say, two hours at Baskin Robbins. Maybe we’ll have some ice cream before we go home."

"Okay, mom. Two hours." They got out of the car and walked to the mall entrance together. When they parted, Terry watched his mother walk away, admiring the sway of her hips. He took a deep breath to calm himself, then headed for the music store.

Two hours and ten minutes later, Terry met his mother. He had found two CDs and a movie, and she had found the items she wanted. After having an ice cream, Terry picked up his own package and one of his mother’s two large shopping bags. Cindy picked up the other bag and they left the mall. Crossing the parking lot, the click-click-click of his mother’s heels on the pavement reminded Terry of how sexy she looked in the outfit she was wearing.

When they reached the car, Cindy opened the trunk and bent over to place her package in a position that wouldn’t allow it to shift around while she drove. Terry saw the curve of her rear tapering into those long legs, and he felt his excitement growing. He looked around. No one could see them behind the car.

Grabbing one of her arms, he twisted it up behind her back, forcing her to bend farther into the trunk. With his free hand, he shoved her mini skirt up around her hips, then grabbed the waist band of her pantyhose and pulled them down around her thighs. She tried to break free, to twist away from him, but it was useless. He ignored her tears and her pleas as he pulled his rock hard dick out and pressed it against her rectum. Cindy groaned in pain as he crammed himself deep into her bowels and began viciously fucking her. He held her arm with one hand while his other roamed over her. He rubbed her nylon encased thighs and reached around farther to play with her clit. Her quivering, trembling body was more than he could stand. Driving into her frantically, he began spraying her bowels with his thick, hot fluids.

"Terry! Did you hear me?"

"What? Oh, sorry, mom. I guess my mind was wandering." Terry said as he handed the other package to Cindy. She arranged the package and closed the trunk. After they both got into the car, Cindy started the engine and pulled out of the lot.

"So who is she?" Cindy asked coyly.

"Who is who?" Terry asked. What did his mother mean?

"Oh, come on, Terry. When a young man loses sleep and is as distracted as you’ve been, there’s normally a girl at the heart of the problem. So who is she?"

"Just someone I … like. It’s no big deal."

"So are you going to do anything about it?"

"I … don’t think so, mom. I don’t think she would … be interested."

"Oh Terry, that’s not the way to think. You’re a really special young man. You’re cute, you’re funny, and you’re interesting. Any girl would be flattered to have you interested in them."

"I’m not so sure that’s true, mom. At least in this case."

"Don’t be silly, Terry. I can’t think of any girl who wouldn’t at least want to get to know you before making up her mind."

"Sometimes … sometimes you just … know, mom. You just know that she wouldn’t … appreciate it." Terry surreptitiously studied his mother out of the corner of his eye. The firm, high breasts, the flat stomach, the short denim mini skirt, those long, shapely legs and the white high heeled sandals. God, he was so turned on!

"Terry, trust me. As you go through life, you’re going to find out certain things. One of them is that the worst thing in life is ‘what if?’ That happens when there’s something you really want, and you don’t try for it. You end up wondering ‘what if’ for the rest of your life. You end up beating yourself up because you never know what might have happened if you had only tried."

"You mean I should … should … go for it?"

"Let me ask you, Terry, is this girl important to you? Is being with her important to you?"

"God, yes, mom. You don’t know how important she is to me."

"Then yes, you should go for it. If being with her is really that important to you, then you shouldn’t let anything stand in your way." Cindy pulled into the driveway and pressed the button on the remote to open the garage. Pulling in, she pressed the button again to lower the door before switching off the engine. Cindy turned sideways to face her son, her right leg curled onto the seat with her right ankle under her left knee.

"Seriously, Terry. Don’t spend your life wondering about what might have been. Life is just too short for that. If you really want this girl, then go after her."

"Do you really think … I should?"

"Absolutely! Don’t let anything stand in your way."

Terry leaned over and wrapped his arms around his mother, pulling her to him in a tight hug. Cindy put her arms around her son and hugged him in return.

"Thanks, mom. Without your encouragement, I never would have been able to … you know."

"You’re welcome, Terry. That’s what mothers are for, you know. We always try to … Terry! What are you doing?"

Terry’s right hand had travelled down his mother’s back, across her hip and was now rubbing her nylon encased thigh. His teeth were gently nibbling the side of Cindy’s neck. "I’m doing what you said, mom. I’m going for it!"

Cindy’s eyes bulged as she realized what Terry had said. "What? You mean … Terry, not ME? You weren’t … weren’t talking about ME?"

"Damn straight, mom! You’ve got no idea how long I’ve wanted you. How long I’ve wanted to have you."

"Terry! STOP it!" she cried out as he reached under her skirt and grabbed her crotch. She grabbed his wrist in both hands and tried pushing it out from under her skirt. She was twisting her hips as she attempted to move away from her son’s hand. "Stop it, Terry! For God’s sake, STOP it! I’m your MOTHER! You can’t DO this!"

"You told me not to let anything stand in my way, mom. Remember?" Terry had pushed her backwards, pinning her in the corner formed by the seat and the door.

"I didn’t mean … nnnuuhhh … mean ME! Let … GO! You can’t … DO this!" Cindy was fighting for all she was worth. She had to stop Terry somehow. She felt him twisting and pulling at the crotch of her pantyhose. Her legs had somehow gotten over top of her son’s, and she was kicking uselessly in the air as she felt the material at her crotch gives way and tears open.

"Oh God, Terry, STOP it!" she screamed as her son forced his way between her legs. Tears burned her eyes as the horror of what was happening registered on her shocked mind. Her son was trying to rape her! She tried hitting him, but he pushed her farther into the corner, limiting how much she could resist.

"NO! Please NO!" she cried out as she felt him push the crotch of her panties aside and press his penis against her vagina. She felt him forcing her open as he started to penetrate her, moving deeper into her with each thrust of his hips. "You … you can’t … nnnuuhhh … DO this! Please … Terry … nnnuuhhh … please STOP!"

"Oh shit, mom! Oh shit! You feel … so … so GOOD!" Terry moaned as he drove still deeper into his mother’s trembling body. His right hand was kneading her left breast as he fucked his way farther into her. He had almost completely penetrated her.

Cindy knew she had to stop him. She couldn’t let her son finish raping her. She needed room, room to fight. Terry had his mouth locked to hers, his tongue pushing it’s way into her even as he finally buried his penis completely inside her. She felt him driving repeatedly into her as she scrabbled blindly for the door handle. Finding the handle, she jerked it, but nothing happened. The lock! The door was still locked.

"Get OUT! Get OUT of me! You can’t … ooohhhhh … DO this!" Cindy cried out as Terry buried his face against the right side of her neck. She could see the door now from the corner of her eye, and her hand flashed out and hit the control to unlock the door. She heard the lock disengage, and as her son continued ploughing into her, she jerked the door handle again. This time the door flew open behind her, and Cindy felt herself falling backwards, out of the car.

The sudden opening of the car door caught Terry by surprise, and he toppled out of the car along with his mother. Cindy felt his penis slip out of her as they fell. Landing hard on the garage floor, Cindy scrambled to her feet and tried to run for the side door. It was never locked, and if she could get outside, she would be safe.

Terry had also gained his feet and was in pursuit of her. Cindy had her hand on the doorknob and had started pulling the door open when he slammed into her from behind, forcing the door closed as he drove her into it. Spinning her around and slamming her against the wall, Terry grabbed the neck of her nylon top with both hands and jerked down, tearing the front out and exposing her white satin bra. Peeling the remnants of her top from her, he threw it to the garage floor.

"Oh God, leave me ALONE!" Cindy pleaded as he pinned her to the wall with his body. His hands were all over her, rubbing and squeezing. She felt his right hand snake between her legs and felt his fingers force their way inside of her. His left hand was fondling her ass. "God, STOP it! Don’t DO that!"

"Please stop it! Please, PLEASE stop it!" Cindy pleaded as she ineffectually tried to push him away. His weight leaning against her was more than she could overcome.

"NO!" she screamed as Terry shoved a finger into her rectum. She felt a wave of disgust wash over her as her son pumped fingers into both of her holes. "That HURTS! No more! PLEASE Terry, no more!"

In desperation, Cindy lifted her right leg high and stomped down, driving the heel of her shoe into Terry’s instep. Terry screamed and lurched backwards, freeing his mother as he did. Seizing the opportunity, Cindy grabbed a bicycle tire pump from the shelf next to her. Grasping it in both hands, she swung it as hard as she could, slamming it against the side of Terry’s head. Staggering sideways, Terry dropped to his knees, holding his head in his hands.

Dropping the tire pump, Cindy ran to the door connecting the garage to the house. Grabbing the doorknob, she realized with a shock that the door was still locked. Her keys! Where were her keys? In the car! They were still hanging in the ignition switch.

Terry was still on his knees, dazed by the blow to his head. Cindy lunged into the car and grabbed the keys from the ignition. As she backed out of the car, Terry slammed into her from behind, landing on her back as he drove her face down onto the seat.

Terry jerked his mother’s skirt up around her waist and snaked his hand between them. Grabbing his cock, he guided it to Cindy’s rectum.

"Not there! Oh God please not there!" Cindy begged as her son began forcing his dick up her ass. She twisted her body and kicked uselessly with her legs in a futile attempt to dismount him. The pain in her rectum as he penetrated her was intense.

"Eeeiiiiii ….. eeeiiiiii!" Cindy cried out in pain as Terry fucked his way deeper into her. "Please … stop! … nnnuuuhhh … It … hurts! … Dear God … it … it hurts!"

Terry felt his mother jerk and her muscles tighten as her finally drove the full length of his shaft into her bowels. Her body trembled as he brutally used her. He could see her face contorted in pain, her brow furrowed, her eyes squeezed shut, her teeth grinding together.

"Oh shit!" he moaned in her ear. "You are so tight, mom! You are so fucking tight!"

Cindy couldn’t believe that this was happening to her. Pinned face down in her own car with her son sodomizing her! She felt humiliated and betrayed. She felt dirty. The minutes crawled slowly by as Terry violated her. The pain was becoming more than she could bear.

"Please … Terry! … Please … stop it!" she whimpered as the brutal rape continued. She felt his hands pushing under her waist, felt them at the front of her skirt. Gripping the waistband of the skirt and jerking in both directions, Terry tore off the button and broke open the zipper.

"I’ll stop, mom. I’ll stop long enough to roll you over. I want to finish in your pussy!"

Cindy sucked in her breath as Terry suddenly jumped up, jerking his dick out of her ass as he did. Before she could react, he grabbed her skirt and hauled it down over her legs, stripping it from her and throwing it to the floor. Cindy was now wearing only her bra, panties, shredded pantyhose and high-heeled sandals.

Terry had to exit the car to get Cindy’s skirt off, and she took the opportunity to roll over onto her back. As Terry re-entered the car, Cindy pulled her knees up to her chest and kicked out viciously with both feet.

Caught unprepared, Terry took the full force of Cindy’s high heels smashing into his chest. He was thrown violently out of the car and smashed his head against the brick wall of the garage. Cindy saw him collapse to the floor as his eyes glazed over.

Cindy searched frantically for the keys she had dropped when Terry jumped her from behind. She could hear her son moaning behind her, slowly recovering. Where were they? Oh God, where were they? There! Under the gas pedal!

Grabbing the keys, she scrambled out of the car and ran for the door. Her hands trembling, she tried to fit the house key into the lock as she saw Terry beginning to stir. Fumbling, she dropped the keys as Terry stood up, leaning against the wall for support. With tears of pain and frustration burning her cheeks and her heart pounding as if it would burst, she grabbed up the keys as Terry stumbled towards her. He was almost to her when she finally managed to slip the key into the lock. Turning the key and the doorknob simultaneously, she lunged through the doorway, pulled the key from the lock, and slammed the door closed just as Terry reached it. Cindy engaged the lock as Terry grabbed the doorknob, locking her son out.

Cindy knew this was only a temporary reprieve. Terry had his own key, and would be through the door in a moment. Running through the house, she heard the door to the garage open behind her. She heard her son’s running feet as she reached her bedroom, slamming the door behind her and locking it.

Cindy heard Terry slamming his shoulder against the door as she grabbed the phone on the nightstand. In a near panic, her trembling finger stabbed at the three digits that would bring help. Hurry! Hurry and answer! What was taking so long? With the receiver pressed to her ear, she heard … nothing!

Terry was slamming into the door over and over. Why weren’t they answering? Why was there nothing on the phone? And then her mistake hit her. In her panic, she had dialled 991 instead of 911!

Cindy punched down the button on the cradle of the phone to reset it. She heard the wood splinter and the door crash open as she pressed 9 … 1 … and then Terry was on her, pulling her away from the phone and throwing her face down onto the bed. Cindy screamed as Terry landed on top of her.

"Leave me alone! Oh God, leave me ALONE!" she screamed as Terry tore open the fastener of her bra. Breaking the shoulder straps, he ripped the bra from her body and hurled it across the room. She felt him grab the waistband of her pantyhose and panties and jerk them down over her hips. She cried out in frustration as he pulled them down her thighs and over her calves. Pulling off her sandals, he dropped them to the floor and jerked the pantyhose and panties over her feet, leaving her completely nude.

Cindy tried to scramble from the bed, but Terry tackled her, and they landed in a heap on the floor. She fought him, twisting and squirming under him as he forced her legs apart. "Get off of me! Jesus Christ, get OFF of me!" she screamed as she felt him once again penetrating her body. He had her pinned against the floor and the dresser, making it nearly impossible for her to fight. She pushed against his chest with her hands and kicked uselessly with her legs as he fucked his way deeper into her. And then he was buried completely inside of her, and she heard him groan in pleasure.

"Oh God, Terry, get out of me! Oh please, get out of me!" Cindy whimpered as Terry rocked his body on top of hers, stroking his meat rhythmically inside of her. Tears burned her cheeks and she went limp on the floor while her son used her. She knew that any more fighting would be useless. She could only hope that it would be over quickly.

"Oh, God!" Terry moaned in her ear. "Oh, God, mom, you feel so good!" It felt like warm, moist velvet encasing his slowly moving organ as he thrilled to the feel of her. His hands roamed over her silky smooth skin, pausing to massage her breasts, then travelling down over her flat, firm stomach, moving on to her delectable thighs.

He took a fistful of her hair in his hand and held her firm while his lips met hers. He forced his tongue into her mouth to intertwine with hers. There were butterflies in his stomach as he felt his mother quivering underneath him. Her soft moaning was music to his ears.

Gradually, his pace increased with his excitement. He was trying to hold off, to make the moment last as long as he could. He didn’t want the pleasure to ever end. God, it felt so good inside of her.

"Uuhhh … uuhhh … uuhhh" she moaned softly each time he pushed into her. He moved his hand between them. Finding her clitoris with a finger, he began to gently massage it while he slowly stroked his meat in and out of her.

In a near whisper, she pleaded through her tears. "No, Terry. No. Don’t … oohhhh … don’t do … that. … Oohhh! … St-stop … it. Please."

Terry continued stimulating his mother’s clit. He could tell that her body was betraying her, that the physical was overriding the mental. Her moaning was more pronounced. The trembling of her body was increasing. She slowly shook her head from side to side.

"Please … Terry … oohhhh … please … don’t … uuhhh … don’t … make me … make me … ooohhhhhhhhhhhhh …." Her eyes were tightly shut. Her teeth were clamped together. She was shivering uncontrollably.

"Stop … Terry … don’t … don’t … make me … make meeeeeooooooohhhhhhh!" Terry felt his mother’s body stiffen and tremble beneath his as she was wracked by an unwanted, but powerful, orgasm. He continued massaging her clit, driving her to the brink and beyond. She whimpered and jerked until finally, completely spent, she collapsed on the floor.

"Oh God, Terry, you … you shouldn’t have … shouldn’t have …" she whimpered. How could she have done that? How could she have had an orgasm while being raped by her son? What kind of person was she? Was she a slut? A whore? Her body was wracked by sobbing as her son increased his pace, pounding into her now with a vengeance.

"Oh God, mom. Oh God!" Terry moaned in her ear. Cindy realized that he was approaching orgasm himself. Cindy wasn’t on the pill, she had reactions to them. Her husband always used condoms. The thought of Terry cumming inside of her was terrifying. Suppose she became pregnant? Pregnant by her own son?

"Terry … please not … not … inside of me! Please … don’t … don’t … shoot … inside of me! Please?" Cindy pleaded as Terry’s groaning became more pronounced. He was in a frenzy now, driving into her as hard and as fast as he could. He felt his balls tightening, felt the light burning in the head of his dick.

"I’m going to … to flood you, mom! I’m going to … oohhhh … fill you with my … with my cum!"

"Oh no! Terry PLEASE no! You CAN’T!" Cindy was fighting again, trying to dislodge her son before he could climax inside of her. She was digging her heals into the carpet and thrusting upward with her hips, trying to buck him off of her. She had her hands on his hips, pushing against him. She had to get his dick out of her. She HAD to!

Terry was resisting his mother’s attempts to free herself from him. In fact, the motion of her hips, driving against him, was pushing him rapidly towards orgasm. He grabbed her buttocks with both hands, jerking her towards him each time he thrust into her. Cindy could feel him throbbing and twitching inside of her. She fought as hard as she could, desperate to stop him from depositing his fluids inside of her.

"Terry! Please! Please NO! Don’t DO this! Please don’t DO this! Oh, God! Oh, God! Oh, God NOOOOOOOOO!!!!" Cindy cried out in frustration and revulsion as Terry shot a long stream of thick cum deep into her. Her body stiffened as she felt the heat spreading through her. Terry continued driving into his mother, pumping more and more of his fluids into her body. Cindy thought he would never finish. Finally, with a shudder, he collapsed on top of her.

Terry lay panting on top of his mother, slowly recovering from his exertions. He felt himself gradually softening inside of her as his heart rate gradually returned to normal. Cindy was trembling and crying softly. The shame and frustration, the pain and revulsion, were overpowering.

"Oh, God." she whimpered. "Oh, God Terry, why? Why did you … did you …do this to me? Why did you … hurt me? Please tell me, tell me why?"

Terry lifted his head and looked his mother in the eyes. "I had to, mom. I just … had to. I was so … so desperate, so horny, and you looked so … so wonderful, so sexy. I thought that this way, my first time could be with … with someone I … love. I didn’t mean to … to hurt you, mom. I just wanted to … to BE with you."

Terry laid his head back down on her shoulder. His now flaccid dick slipped from her and she felt his cum leaking out of her, running into the crack of her ass. No one could never know about this. No one. She couldn’t stand the shame of having people know that she had been raped by her son. She would have to keep this to herself. She would have to live the rest of her life with the pain, the humiliation, the self loathing buried deep within her. She shuddered as a fresh tear traced a path down her cheek.

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Rape Story by Luckytom44