A Summer With Mom
Rape story by gentlemaster
I am an only child, my dad died when I was at the age of 12 and my Mom worked like a dog to put food on the table. I can remember many a night Mom would come home around 10:30pm, open my door to see if I was asleep. I rarely was. Most times I was on my back with an erection hoping in my wildest fantasies she would come and get in bed with me. I could hear her downstairs rustling the pots and pans. She would be eating her dinner so late. Sometimes I would go down to keep her company. There she would be, scurrying around the kitchen in her skirt and blouse. One thing I can remember about back then, Mom never wore pants suits to work. Always a nice blouse-almost shear. You could see her bra under the material of the blouse. Always a dark skirt to. Shear hosiery….I know she never wore panty hose because I could never find a pair as I searched through her drawers. I did find garter belts and thigh high hose but never pantyhose. That would get my cock so hard even back then at that age.
Then there were the times I would stay in bed. Seeing her naked the first time was an accident. The sound of the shower had awakened me and I knew it was her. I wanted some water to drink and I was going out the door to the kitchen. As I approached my door the shower cut off and as I looking through the opening in the door I could see her emerging from the shower, she was glistening. She reached for a towel and for the briefest of instances her breasts hung free like pendulums. Her little cherry nipples so full and hard. I was instantly erect. She toweled off so slowly, up one leg then the other. Opening her legs to gather the moisture from her beautiful fuzzy mound. Then I saw her open the crack of her ass and dry there. I lost it right there. Somehow I knew I would have her. I was now 16, 175 pounds and 6′-3”. Mom was 5′-5”, 125 pounds and still looking good.
A year later she bought an air conditioner. I was concerned because I would not be able to watch her as she slept in the early morning hours. She would have her door closed. You see Mom always slept in those short rayon gowns. Almost shear and very sexy. I think as a single Mom who at that time was not dating, it gave her a feminine feeling. I don’t know, maybe it gave her easier access to her clit at night. I would watch thru the open door and caress my cock as she slept. I sometimes would see her soft thigh, so close to her mound. Other times she would have the blanket off of her breasts and I could look through the material. She was so beautiful.
The air conditioner was put in in June and my greatest fear was realized. She closed her door at night. AGGHHHHH. I was so mad. Sure I could still watch through the open shower door but I enjoyed her innocence as she slept. One morning I got the nerve to open the door. My heart was pounding as my hands grasp the handle and turned it so so slowly. The door creaked just once, I was so afraid but I opened it till I could see her fully. The covers were all around her, I felt a blast of cold air coming out through the opened door. I knew I would have to come up with another plan.
The problem worked itself out. About a month later, in July, it was so hot. Even at night it was hot. On the east coast in the summer it can be so humid, stifling at night. I was laying in bed, sweating and miserable. I was listening to her in the shower. She had come home and gone into her room and turned on the air conditioner. I was watching her dry off and as she finished she walked past her room down the hallway and I barely got into bed as she opened my door. Johnny….Johnny…..she came over and taped me on the shoulder. I rolled over in my shorts, barely able to contain my hardness. She whispered, it is so hot. Come sleep in my room. Gosh, my heart stopped. I looked at her wrapped in her towel and in a sheepish way said OK. I couldn’t stop smiling.
I went in first and sat on the bed, watching her in the towel. She already had her gown out. She motioned me to turn so she could slip into the gown and I did. All the time watching in the mirror. Panties and a gown, that’s all she had on. She slid under the covers and turned out the lights and I did the same.
I waited. Maybe 30 minutes went by, I slipped out of bed. She felt the movements and said what are you doing Johnny. I said going to pee. I did pee and I also removed my shorts as I got back in beside her. Another 30 minutes and I started. Her brathing was so shallow and steady. I maneuvered my arm under the cover and onto her hip. Nothing. I slowly lifted the gown up until I felt her soft skin. Nothing. Then I got in close with my cock and rubbed it between her cheeks.
The material of her panties felt so good against my cock. Slowly I started inching them down and over her thighs. As I humped her cheeks I slipped a hand around and under the material at her breasts. I gently squeezed a nipple and caressed her breasts. It was going so well, I even tried to roll her over onto her back
What are you doing Johnny was the first thing she said. A soft tone, she was still half asleep. Maybe she thought I was sleep fucking her? With more force I rolled her over. I got onto my knees and finished removing her panties and opened her legs and lay between them. Now she was fully awake at having my weight on top of her. O please no Johnny…what are you doing. You know exactly what I am doing Mom, I told her. You leave that shower door open every night, walk around in those gowns in front of me. You think I don’t see what you are doing…….NO NO PLEASE, I am not doing anything. The tip of my cock was at her lips. It just happened to rest there.But it was so convenient.
Ahhh the way she pushed under me trying to get me off of her. Kicking and twisting. She actually tired herself out. It was to easy. I found her lips and kissed her. She twisted away. I told her…Mom stop it. Don’t struggle. It is going to happen. Why hurt yourself or cause a bunch of problems. She said something to the effect…But I am your mother. You shouldn’t do this. I kissed her again. Holding her mouth this time. Forcing my tongue into her mouth. I had placed my hands around her throat at some point. I told her to join in or it would go bad for her. With all of her fighting and screaming and the fact I was strangling her she very quickly stopped fighting.
I let her relax a minute before continuing. I kissed her, on her lips I could taste salt. She was crying so silently underneath me. Holding her hands above her head I worked down to her nipples. I licked them, bit them, kissed them. I was relaxed but I could tell she was still hating it. I kept her hands in mine as I licked down to her clit. For an instant she started to roll away. I squeezed her hands so hard, she screamed out. First a lick, then a kiss, then I was into her sweet lips with my tongue. In and out, up over her clit.
I had had only one girlfriend with whom I had sex with and she enjoyed my tongue so this is what I did for a long time to Mom.
She was still crying, whispering for me to stop. Begging me almost by the tone of her voice. But her hips were rocking against my face. Involuntary I think. Maybe on a subconscious level she was enjoying it. She was struggling less and at some point I let her hands go. She didn’t hit me or slash at me with her nails. I could feel her tense after about ten minutes. She was gasping like when I was choking her, her hips thrusting against my face, mashing her lips and clit hard into me.
I don’t know, maybe she thought it would be OK…..she would deal with it later, talk to me about the horrors of rape and incest. But I do know my girlfriend was not into ass fucking and I wanted to try it out. Mom seemed to be settling down…….
I rolled her over and got her ass in the air. I slid into her cunt from behind. I wanted to slick the ole cock a bit. Maybe 2 minutes went by, I had already been into her ass with a finger to open her a little. I pulled out and spread her cheeks. As my head touched her hole she freaked. O no you don’t you fucker, I was tolerant of this other stuff, I am not going to let you do this. Get off of me she said. Your sick. I punched her one time in the head. I think she was so dazed and confused she had no idea I was inching into her ass. Then she became aware and she screamed out. Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, O PLEASE NO
Too late Mom, I’m in…I was laughing at her. I pushed her head down into a pillow to muffle her screams. Again she quieted down as her breath ran out.
You bitch, why do you fight? This is something you are going to enjoy every night from now on. Sure, you can tell the cops but they will only throw me in jail. I will deny it to. The family scandal. All the while I was thrusting the entire 7 inches of my fat cock into her. What will your sister say when I tell her all was OK until I fucked you ass bitch? She started crying again……….She was my first…she was not my last and there will be others.
