Authors Note:
This fictional story includes nonconsensual sex between adults, including a main character who has taken advantage of a situation, appearing to be something he isn't. Please look elsewhere if you do not want to read stories like this.
The alarm jolted Jen awake from a nightmare where she was being forced to fuck a series of strangers while tied to a bench. It took a few minutes to shake the helplessness she felt, being unable to get away from the men who had been attacking her.
Just a dream, Jen told herself as her pulse started to return to normal. She found herself drenched in sweat, and as she pushed back the covers, she realized her panties were soaked.
She glanced over at where Stan had been the night before and found his side of the bed empty. She remembered that he had an early flight.
Great, I'm fucking horny as hell, and he had to leave early,
she thought, climbing out of bed.
Looking at the alarm clock again, she realized she didn't have time to finish herself before starting work. Groaning, she changed her panties and dressed in sweats. She had just enough time to grab a cereal bowl before logging in.
The workday was uneventful, and Jen daydreamed about her nightmare. She didn't know how she wound up blindfolded, tied naked to a bench with her hands attached to the front legs.
She remembered being on her knees with her ass in the air and the feeling of the man behind her driving his massive dick repeatedly into her pussy. She felt his dick expand before he slammed into her and exploded inside.
The dream had been so real.
As the first guy came and his limp dick fell out, he replaced it with another guy pumping what must have been a gallon of semen inside.
She ran her hands up under her top, creasing her breasts before slipping one of her hands inside her bottoms. Slowly, she pushed the tip of her middle finger inside her pussy before pulling back to gently rub her clit.
Jen began moving her finger slowly in a see-saw pattern over her clit and curling inside her wet lips. She kept getting closer and closer to a massive orgasm and was just about to the peak when the doorbell rang.
"Fuck," Jen swore.
She was so close.
Maybe they will go away, she thought. As she started moving her hand again, the bell rang again.
"Son of a bitch," Jen swore again, pulling her hands out of her clothes and going to the door.
Looking through the peephole, she saw her neighbor Camila standing in the hall.
"Come on, Jen, I know you work from home. We need to talk, dear," Camila said, sensing that Jen was on the other side of the door.
"Give me a second," Jen told her through the door.
Can't have her smelling my pussy on my hands,
she thought as she ran into the bathroom and quickly washed her hands.
No time to do anything else
Jen slowly walked back to the door. Taking a deep breath, she put on a happy face and opened the door.
"What's up, Camila."
Even as Jen said the words, she realized her tone conveyed annoyance.
"Don't use that tone with me. I've done nothing to deserve that from you," Camila said, annoyed.
Jen took a deep breath.
"Sorry Camila, it's been a stressful day."
Camila looked at her for a few seconds before she answered.
"Yeah, I can understand that, I guess. Bad day at work?"
"It's just a normal day at work. Stan had to leave early for a meeting, so I guess I am frustrated, but I should not have taken it out on you," Jen said, smiling.
"It's ok, dear. Can I come in?"
"Sure, make yourself at home while I log out of work," Jen said, opening the door wider to let Camila into the apartment.
Camila walked into the living room and sat on the couch looking out the window while Jen returned to her home office and finished her day.
A few minutes later, Jen returned to the living room and sat in the chair across from Camila.
"I like your couch; it reminds me of some furniture my sister had," Camila said as her hands ran over the fabric.
"How do you like the apartment?" Camila asked
"It's different. I have always lived in a house, but it no longer made sense with Beckey going off to school."
"I've never had a house, well, not since my mom died. I got knocked up in high school and ended up dropping out. Lived with Donald's dad's family for a while, but it didn't work out between us."
"Sorry to hear that, Camila. Is Donald's dad still in the picture?"
"It was off and on for many years, but after the accident, he just disappeared. It's just been the two of us ever since."
"I can't imagine raising my girls alone. If Stan had left or something had happened to him..." Jen trailed off, thinking about how much she depended on her husband.
"It wasn't easy, but I had no one else to help, so I did my best."
The conversation turned into things the kids did when they were little, and an hour had passed in no time.
Camila looked at her phone and stood.
"Sorry, I have to get my things together and leave for a meeting with a potential new employer. I don't think you ever met Cathy. She was Donald's sitter when I had to run out. She used to live in this apartment before you moved in. Very nice woman. I hope Cathy can come over and watch Donald. I forgot to call her and ask."
She pulled out her phone and made a call.
"Hi Cathy, it's Camila," she said into the phone.
"I know it's last minute, but I have an interview downtown and don't have anyone to watch Donald."
Camila listened to the phone for a few minutes.
"I understand Cathy. No worries, I will call the hiring manager and tell him I can't make it. Yeah, talk soon," Camila said, ending the call.
"I guess I messed this up. I hope Mr. Davis understands that I am missing this interview. He has supported this position and said I could work remotely to help offset the cost."
Jen looked at Camila, wondering if she could help her. She vividly remembered her last encounter with Donald.
He had forced her to deep-throat his massive cock before fucking her face to an enormous orgasm. Just thinking about it caused her to get wet.
There has to be something wrong with me,
she thought.
No average person would get off having her face fucked against her will.
"I don't suppose you would be available to watch Donald for a few hours, would you? I know he can be a handful, but he is a charming kid at heart," Camila asked Jen.
"Well, I don't know if that would be a good idea," Jen told her.
How do you tell a mother that her son raped me?
she thought.
"Did something happen to make you hesitate?" Camila asked, watching Jen closely.
Okay, here you go, an opening. Just tell Camila what happened. I am sure she will understand.
Jen thought.
That thought conflicted with how wet she got thinking about the night it happened and how David had just used her.
Jen remembered some of the stories Camila had shared about Donald's first steps and the tragedy of his accident. Looking into Camila's face and seeing the hope there, Jen just couldn't bring herself to tell her about what had happened.
"It's just he is so big," Jen blurted out, realizing that there was more than one meaning to her statement after she said it.
"I mean, he is a wonderful kid, but if he got hurt or needed anything, I don't know if I am the right person to help," Jen hastily added before things got any more awkward.
"Jen, he isn't going to fall over on you if that is what you are afraid of," Camila laughed. "Sweetie, just be firm; the boy will do what you tell him."
Seeing that Camila needed someone to help and maybe if I were firm with him, he would leave me alone, Jen caved.
"Ok, when do you need me?"
"Oh, thank you so much, Sweetie. I have to leave in a few minutes if I am going to make the interview. He said it could take a couple of hours."
"Do I have time to change at least?" Jen asked.
She was wearing yoga pants and a loose shirt with no bra.
"You look fine, Jen. Donald is busy watching TV anyways," Camila said as she hurried down the hall.
Jen grabbed her keys and followed her into the apartment. She noticed that Donald was watching TV and lying on the couch.
The exact position he had been in last time.
Fuck, he is wearing the same clothes as he had on the night he raped me,
Jen thought as she leaned against the door.
Camila grabbed her purse and kissed Donald on his forehead.
"You be a good boy for Mrs. Jen. Momma has to run out for a little while."
Glancing at Jen, "He ate dinner about 20 minutes ago and should be fine for the rest of the night. If he gets hungry, there are popsicles in the freezer. His favorite color is red,"
"Ok, good luck with your interview," Jen said as she shut the door.
Jen walked over to the loveseat and sat across from Donald, pulling her legs up to her chest. She glanced at the TV and noticed it was some older cartoons her kids used to watch.
The memory made her smile smile before she glanced over at Donald. He looked like he was barely awake.
Maybe if I keep quiet, he will fall asleep and stay that way until Camila gets home
, Jen thought, moving around a little bit until she was comfortable.
Jen must have fallen asleep because something was smacking her face the next thing she knew. She opened her eyes and looked at the tip of Donald's cock. Trying to pull back, she realized she had nowhere to go with the pillows behind her head, so she decided to push her way up into a sitting position.
"What the hell are you agg," Jen realized too late that opening her mouth might be the worst thing to do.
As she started yelling at him, he grabbed both sides of her head and forced his massive cock into her mouth. She tried pushing back against him, but his grip was too firm. Pounding on his legs seemed to upset him more than anything else.
