Ann had just turned 62, but even she admitted that she didn't look it. 5'7", a gym regular, and perfect 36 D cups that her ex- purchased her for her 50th birthday. Stylishly cut shoulder length hair, light brown with several shades of blonde streaks. She wasn't arrogant or cocky about it, but she was simply confident in her looks. And she dressed in a classy way, but due to her daughter's input she had a modern, sexy look in her choice of clothing, lingerie and shoes; classic pumps, stilettos and high heeled strappy wedges.
Marie is Ann's only child. Marie just turned 39, and a tribute to Ann's good looks is the fact that they are often mistaken for sisters, not mother-daughter. Marie has her mother's "triangle" - her eyes, nose and mouth - and when they smile it is clear that they are related.
Marie is 5'5", and like her Mom she too is a gym regular. She is a hairdresser and right now her hair was angle cut, deep auburn with a few red and pink streaks. And she dresses the part of a hairdresser, always classy but edgy at the same time.
It was a few days after Ann's 62nd birthday that Marie invited her Mom out for a morning of shopping and then lunch. Marie's husband Brad is an electrical engineer and he was away for a week on business. Marie and Brad had no kids, and Marie's hair salon was closed for the week to allow everyone to enjoy the July 4 holiday.
Ann picked up her daughter Marie at 945am. Ann was driving her new Nissan Altima, a surprise birthday gift from her ex-husband Tony. Tony and Ann had divorced 5 years earlier when Ann arrived home early from a trip to the West Coast to find Tony in bed with a neighbor. And not just a neighbor, but a male neighbor, Vanessa's husband Robert. Oddly, Vanessa and Robert are still married.
Ann and Marie arrived at the mall right when things opened at 10am. The small southern city didn't have the high end stores like Nordstrom and Saks, but Ann and Marie made due with Victoria Secret, Black and White, DSW, Sephora and the like.
By 100pm they were shopped out and hungry. Luckily a California Pizza Kitchen was attached to the mall and was near where they parked. They grabbed a table outside to enjoy the sun, and they each had a small salad, split a white pizza and enjoyed a bottle of Sonoma Chardonnay. As the waitress poured their last glass of wine Ann noticed a sly grin on Marie's face, and watched as Marie drew a pack of Marlboro Lights from her purse.
"I know I know" Marie said, "I quit but just the one will be so good right now." Marie lit up with her gold lighter, and as she drew in Ann reached across the table for the pack and lighter.
"I guess you're right" Ann laughed as she lit up as well, taking a long drag and exhaling skyward, her head tilted back and exposing her tan neck, chest and the top of her bikini line-- no need for a bra in that dress with those tits, the waitress observed.
The two of them looked good. Both in similar sundresses, just low cut enough to show off some cleavage. The strappy wedge sandals Ann was wearing really accentuated her toned and tan legs, as did the slip on high heel slides Marie was wearing. The white tipped cigarettes looked good in their manicured fingers, and they both left lipstick prints on the filters as they smoked.
The hot 20- something waitress had taken notice, wondering if the younger one or the older one would be more fun in bed. The waitress was trying to think of some way to find out. She noticed that Marie had been texting someone and thought maybe she would slip her phone number to her.
Ann called for and paid the check. As she slipped the debit card receipt into her shoulder bag she noticed the waitress had written her name and phone number on the receipt, with a "xoxoxo."
Ann laughingly told Marie about it, and Marie said "Mom, you should call her, she'd be perfect for your first time." Ann laughed off her daughter, who had been open about being bi and enjoying women from time to time.
"Not my thing" Ann said, as she picked up the shopping bags to head to the car. But she did keep the receipt, which did have the waitress' name and number.
Marie was standing next to her Mom's Altima as Ann loaded the shopping bags in the trunk. What happened next was a blur. Arms wrapped around them both, suddenly in the back of a panel van, doors slamming, the darkness in the back of the windowless van, the distinct smell of marijuana smoke, a pin prick on the inside of their arms, black skin, a mouth forcing a tongue into their mouths and then pot smoke into their throats and lungs. A hand on Marie's mouth to shut her up, Ann screaming until a hand covered hers, black skin, the van moving.
A blur, to this day, a blur.
Ann sensed the van stopping, and as the door opened she saw more darkness, as if they were in a garage. Black men pulled Ann and Marie through the garage and into a house. Several of the men pulled Marie to the right, and Ann could see a living room with a bar and a few chairs but many mattresses on the floor. Two black men pulled Ann to the left, into a small bedroom. Ann had counted about 8 black men, though she wasn't totally sure.
Ann could hear Marie pleading for them not to hurt her, as Ann was doing the same. As the bedroom door closed Ann screamed again. One of the two black men surprised Ann, rather than put his hand over her mouth he actually kissed her, roughly forcing his tongue in her mouth, which stifled the scream. He pulled his mouth away, and Ann watched him take a huge hit on a joint, and he returned his mouth to hers, pushing his tongue in and blowing smoke into her mouth.
She felt herself being pushed down on a bed, and she could feel her dress being pulled off. One man stood over her and manhandled her tits, his huge black balls hanging in her face. She felt something between her legs, and was thankful when she determined it was a finger.
The sounds from the living room were terrifying. Marie screaming and begging, the unmistakable sounds of hands slapping flesh. Black hands slapping her white daughter's flesh. The sounds, Ann supposed, of rape. The sounds of a mother's nightmare. The sounds of her white daughter being raped by black men.
Ann must have blacked out or passed out, maybe it was the wine, the pot, the pin prick on her arm in the van. She was awakened by a knock on the door, followed by a black voice saying " C'mon boys, it's mom's turn." But what Ann heard the most was nothing. No sounds at all from the living room.
"Oh my God" Ann thought, "What have they done to her."
As Ann was shoved into the living room, it was as if everything was in slow motion. There was Marie, standing at the bar. She had on black heels, a black thong and was topless under a long sheer black robe. Her hair was combed, her makeup looked fresh, she was pouring herself a glass of wine and lighting a cigarette.
Marie took a sip of wine, dragged on the cigarette, looked at her Mom and said, "Mom, you're going to love this."
Ann was stunned, and realized she was being forced down on a mattress, on her back. Before she knew it a black hand was on her mouth and a black man was kneeling between her legs, pushing them apart. She felt something moving up and down her pussy lips, and she was mortified to feel her pussy start to heat up and get wet. And then, something Ann has never forgotten, a thick black cock, thicker twofold than anything she had ever felt, pushed into her pussy. She tried to scream but the black hand was covering her mouth. The huge black cock kept pushing in, way past any place a man had ever been before, pushing against her cervix, feeling as if it was pushing against her stomach.
