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Prologue
The hotel room was blazing with thick sexual heat. Gerald Torrez gazed at the prone female form laying sprawled out naked before him. She was unconscious, but still so very sexy with the glistening sweat of three hours of lustful exertion. A small contented smile was spread across her face and the copious streams of pooled cum across her lithe honeyed skin. The quiet afterglow of her erotic high was showing as she slept above the worn blankets of the motel bed.
He was extremely proud of the erotic display she had put on for him. She had given herself entirely to this wanton act. His cock grew stiff from the still fresh memory. Throughout the night he had pushed her past her previous limits and she had excelled at it.
The amount of times he had used her to satisfy his unearthly urges had not been wholly fair to the others. He didn't care about them because she was his and their being here was only as a means to an end, to prove to him how far she would submit to his will. Allowing every one of them to fuck her ass and pussy in tandem and she had enjoyed every delicious moment of it.
Everyone here knew he possessed her fully and the evidence was everywhere around him. The men now were celebrating the end to their wild night. They still were looking at her with the eyes of men who had taken a tiger by its tail only to be broken by the ferocity of its strength. Gerald loved how well his slut had performed. He could see exhaustion in their faces from the rigor of the night they had spent fucking her. The atmosphere in the room was one of self-congratulation.
Every once in awhile they would glance at him and he was sure they had gotten a taste of something that they wanted again. And she could handle it, her appetite for sex hadn't been sated but he let her rest. All of them knew if they had a chance at her again it would only happen with his permission. And with that, each one in the group got dressed, and left without a word.
Gerald once again smiled, though this time it was at the memory at how this turn of events had started, and how he had completely corrupted and sexually defiled his own mother.
He lay down next to her, and without any grace or subtlety pushed his cock into the raw gaping hole of her ass and started pounding into her for what was the seventh time for him in the last few seemingly short hours. The need for him to cum was extraordinary, it was like he hadn't for the longest time, and the taboo fact that he was fucking his own mother had him rabid with lust.
He didn't need much stimulation, because her ravaged ass still felt incredibly tight. And with a final thrust he shot three huge streams of his seed into her. He then collapsed next to her body. She drew closer up to him and he took her in his arms. Moments later they together drifted into sleep.
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Chapter One
Even before November of the previous year everything between him and his mother Angela hadn't been what you call ordinary or average. After his father and Angela's husband Javier left them many years before there was a major rift between them. It was caused by his deep anger towards her acting like a stranger in his life, missing many of the things he felt were important for her to be part of. Like his high school graduation three years before, she had shown up that evening well after sundown, appearing to be very drunk. Her excuse was she was working late at the florist shop at that time.
This seemed to awaken an anger inside him that nearly made him reach out and slap the lie out of her. And after this anytime the memory of it stirred, white hot emotion flashed within him.
Now it was habit to just to live together quietly. It was familiar and it made it easier to deal with the stresses of living with barely enough to get by. Over the course of the years Gerald had gotten absorbed into the world of full time college life while she spent her days tending to and providing for the house.
Her career had changed so often over the years and he lost track of what she was doing for money at the moment. Though to her credit the bills were always paid in the end and the little he was able to contribute to rent helped her pay for the upkeep of the dilapidated house that they had lived in for the last eleven years.
For him living at home was just a way to save money, nothing more. Often they went days without saying more than a dozen words to each other because the odds were high that if they did talk it would turn into an argument about money that left Angela in tears and morose for days afterward. So he would just say nothing to her. He almost felt they were a married couple, only together because they had endured so much together. That was going to change soon, he had vowed the next and final year of school for him he was moving out on his own, and no matter what loyalty he felt to his mother, he was getting out of here.
It was one small thing that set off the transformation their lives would take. It was on a Monday when he had made the mistake of sleeping in half an hour past his normal wake-up that it all changed.
Running on empty he still forced himself out of the house and on his way to school in his hoopty hatchback, barely making his way to campus on time having broken every local land speed record. Working pizza delivery has paid off.
It was several hours later, during his studying at the library that he discovered his missing economics book.
I must have left it at home. Damn it. No more late nights slacking off!
His next class was in an hour, and Professor Bradley was a workhorse when it came to class participation. Which meant he had to make the trip home to get the book and after a rather large growl from his stomach. I need a sandwich because I'm freaking hungry.
