(All characters are fictional and above the age of 18)
(WARNING:This story contains Mom-Son NTR, Voyeurism, Humiliation,Rape and other elements that may be disturbing to those who do not like this kind of thing. If this is your case, I advise against reading it)
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It was hallows eve. I was driving through a dark forest road. I looked to the passenger seat and saw my mom working on her laptop. She was a college professor of Women's and Gender Studies, who taught at a university in our city. Work has always been the most important thing for her. I could see that she was typing furiously on the keyboard with her fingers. Her eyes were focused on the monitor and her fingers never stopped their work since we started our journey.
It was an unexpected journey. As a recent high school graduate, I was looking forward to tonight. It was supposed to be a night of reconnecting with old friends and partying hard through the night. But mom had other ideas. She got an invitation to speak at a women's shelter and she needed me to drive her there.
"Mom, can't you go by public transport?" I asked. The answer was no. So here we are, riding together in my car. Though I agreed to drive her there, I was still pissed for missing all the fun parties and mom was no fun for a late-night road trip. So, I was also bored out of my mind. The drive seemed endless.
Suddenly I noticed someone ahead on the side of the road. It was a clown. He was very tall, at least 6 feet 5 or more. I could see as the headlights lit him up. He wore a big red nose and his face was painted pink. He had long braided red hair and wore a blue and white polka-dot dress which was comically short and a white apron with white thigh-high socks and matching white shoes. It was the most absurd sight ever.
"Look, Mom" I chuckled and said, "Look there is a clown."
Mom looked up from her laptop and let out an involuntary little scream. She had always been scared of clowns. In her mind clowns were always out to get her. Last Halloween she came home running. Apparently, when she was returning from a party a clown jumped out of nowhere and started chasing her screaming,"I am going to get you!" at the top of his lungs. The poor woman was terrified. When she called the police they could not find anything, even when they checked the security cameras that were nearby they could not find any clue of any clown just some footage of mom running through the street like a crazy person. There was no more investigation as they concluded that it was nothing but a drug-fueled hallucination.
The clown noticed us too and slowly raised his hand signaling for a lift.
"Don't stop!" mom said with a shiver. "He might be dangerous"
"What do you mean he might be dangerous?' I was still pissed at mom and thought it would be funny if I gave him a ride.
"We are kind of lost, he might be able to help. " I said with a grin as I stopped the car.
The clown smiled and walked towards us. His smile was a little creepy and disturbing. He was grinning from ear to ear and had a wild look in his eyes. As soon as the clown reached the car he quickly got in.
"Thank you, kind sir and madam for helping out this poor clown, Pogo."He bellowed out dramatically.
It was funny. He was kind of cramped in our little hatchback. He had to lean forward as the ceiling was too low for him. From this close, I could see he had bright green eyes and a red heart tattoo on the middle of his lips.
"Nice to meet you Mr. Pogo, I am Jimmy." I said extending my hand for a handshake but my mom blurted out suddenly. "You should not assume anyone's gender like that."
"No worries, kind madam, Pogo is a sexless, genderless being. I am just a vassal of pleasure. " Pogo said in his powerful voice as he honk his nose with one hand and shook my hand with the other. I was surprised at how cold and rough his hand was. His eyes were stuck on mom.
"So, who is this kind and beautiful lady," Pogo asked leering over the seat.
I looked at mom, she was pressing herself against the car door trying to move as far away from the clown as possible. I found it funny that a strong, independent woman like her could be so afraid of a silly clown. But she did look beautiful tonight.
She was wearing a white button-down shirt with a black knee-length pencil skirt and dark plum shoes. She always tried to dress modestly but the problem was that she was a very gifted woman. Her breasts were large and round and her ass was full and firm. She was also wearing her glasses. She was in her forties but years of workout made her look much younger.
"This is my mother, Dr. Sarah Smith," I said as I introduced them.
Pogo took her hand and kissed it, "Pleasure!"
Mom mumbled out an incoherent reply.
He stared at mom for a while and then turned back to me with a big grin, "So, what brings you guys to this part of the woods this holy night?"
"We are looking for this women's shelter called "Eloise Memorial Hostel". Do you know where it is?" I asked.
"Yes, I was there just a moon ago, spreading pleasure." Pogo replied enthusiastically."I can show the way."
I started our journey again. Mom still looked nervous. She was not working anymore. She sat there hugging her laptop. Pogo was silent too. He just gave me instructions on when I needed to make a turn. An hour passed like that.
"How far is it?" I asked Pogo."We are low on gas."
"Not to worry, Sir. "
"Pogo knows a shortcut and there is a gas station too nearby."
"Good, thanks, Pogo," I said as I drove.
"You'r welcome, Sir." Pogo replied cheerfully.
"Take a left after the next light post," Pogo said pointing to a sign. We took the turn. It was a dirt road through the forest. A little while later I slowed down as I saw something ahead. There was a small cabin in a little clearing in the middle of the forest.
"Looks like an old cabin." I said.
"Correct, Sir."
"It's not the shelter, Is it?" Mom asked nervously.
"No, it's not the shelter. But we can get fuel here "Pogo explained."I know the owner. He is not here right now but he always keeps a couple of gallons for emergency supplies. "
"There are restrooms too. If you guys need them " Pogo said pointing to another cabin nearby. "The shelter is still far away."
"I do need to pee," I said looking at mom.
"Well I could use the facilities too." mom said sheepishly.
"You two go ahead and I will get the fuel out." Pogo said as he climbed out of the car.
We got out of the car too. Pogo went into the first cabin, moments later we heard a generator and a couple of lights got turned on in both of the cabins.
"You could use the facilities right now " Pogo yelled out from inside.
There were two restrooms marked man and woman. I hurriedly went in the men's one as my bladder was bursting and mom went in the other one.
When I finished I got back outside. Pogo was nowhere in sight.
"Mr. Pogo." I called out but there was no reply.
Suddenly I could hear a low growling sound. I looked around but did not see anyone. Maybe Pogo got hurt trying to get the fuel I thought. The sound seemed like coming from the back of the restrooms. I went to investigate and there he was. The cabin had windows for ventilation high up but Pogo was tall enough to look through them. He was standing in front of the window growling like an animal. His mouth was wide open and spits were running down her chin. His hand was under his dress rubbing his crotch. I was not tall enough to look through the window but I knew what he was looking at.
"What the fuck are you doing?" I yelled at him."Get away from there."
He ignored me and kept staring into the window. I started to panic. I went to Pogo and tried to pull him away. He was so strong that I could not move him.
"Move you pervert" I screamed out in frustration.
Suddenly he started to laugh. It was a horrible laugh filled with madness and cruelty. His laughter echoed through the forest.
