Disclaimer: This story is fictitious and all characters are over 18.
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Cody took off his shirt, climbed into bed, and turned off the light. His first year of college was a blast but, it was nice to be back in his old room with familiar things. It was home. Cody's mother Lindsey was happy to have her son home for the summer too. With her husband out of town on business so often, it was great to have another man in the house to help her feel safe and not so lonely. Besides, she just missed her son.
Lindsey was getting ready for bed too. She removed her top and bra letting her breasts swing free. That feels so much better she thought to herself. She recently has a breast lift done and had to purchase new bras and this one might have been a bit small. Still, she had a new confidence in herself. She was glad to be in shape and healthy again: pretty blond hair, new boob job, flat tummy, a nice round bubble butt, and toned legs. All of her hard work at the gym was paying off.
She put on her night shirt and panties when she heard a noise. It sounded like breaking glass. Then another noise startled her. She quickly ran to Cody's room.
"Cody, wake up! Did you hear that?"
Cody turned on the light and sat up in bed. "Hey Mom, what's going on? Yeah, I thought I heard something. What is it?"
"I'm not sure. I don't think it's a cat though."
Right then, Cody and Lindsey could hear voices, men's voices. And they were getting louder. They were stuck in Cody's room, so they couldn't run. They had to hide and hope whoever was out there would leave. Cody opened his closet doors; he and his mother quickly and quietly went in and shut the doors, their hearts pounding.
Two men had broken into the house. They opened the front door and six other men joined them. Lindsey didn't know it but eight inmates had escaped from a prison just outside of town and were now in her living room. All of them were huge, prison-hardened men, muscular, tattooed thugs.
"Hey man, I thought you said no one lived here. Sure looks like people live here to me. Where we gonna stay tonight? I ain't going back to that shit hole."
"Damn, I don't know. This was the house they said we could lay low. But this can't be it. Everyone just find some shit we can use. We'll jack these rich bastards and get to the safe house."
Cody and Lindsey could hear footsteps enter his bedroom. They tried to control their breathing, but they were terrified. Just stay calm and don't make a sound. Good thing Cody picked up his cell phone! He went to dial 9-1-1 when his phone went black. The battery was completely dead. His heart sank.
The strange man cased the room looking for anything of value. Another inmate entered the room too.
"Any good shit in here?"
"Nah man, I don't see a damn thing."
"Hey check the closet."