It was going to be a very good night. My girlfriend Lisa was out of town, with her grandmother, and her mother, Lynne, had asked me to come over, to keep her company.
It wasn't long before Lynne had confessed that she wanted to be used rough, the way she'd seen me take her daughter. It was a dark and rainy night, she was in a see-through nightgown with a frilly bra and panties, and she'd been clinging to me every time the thunder crashed. What would you have done?
We were in the afterglow of her "violation." She was breathing heavily under me, naked and glistening with the sweat of our violent first sex, and I was holding her down by her hair, looking down into her wide eyes.
It was going to be a few minutes before I could perform again... but not THAT many minutes. It was good to be young and horny all the time, sometimes. I was going to have to find something to do to pass the time while I recovered... it was just going to take a little imagination.
"What... what are you going to do to me?" she asked, breathlessly. You didn't have to be too bright to tell that she was looking for something rough and deep, trying to goad me into something we'd both enjoy a lot.
I stood up, lifting her to her feet by her hair. She gasped, and pressed against me, her silicone breasts pressing into my chest tightly. I released her hair, wrapped my arms around her waist, and hefted her up onto my shoulder. She was almost painfully skinny; it was easier to lift her than I thought it would be. I could still feel the bruising where my pubic bone had bashed into her during our sex.
As she squealed, quite nicely, I carried her into her bedroom, and threw her onto her big, soft bed. She bounced once, and rolled onto her back, lifting up on her elbows and looking at me. She loved being lifted, carried, and thrown around. She was living her rape fantasies, now... and she was going to live some of mine.
I'd looked at her bed a few times before... mostly covered in big down comforters, with a nice brass headboard and footboard. I guess I'd fantasized about this event, because I acted almost from instinct.
As she watched, I opened her closet door, and moved a few things aside. I found the silk scarves I was looking for pretty quickly. I had to wonder if she'd thought about this as much as I had, and if she was actually trying to get this response from me. I was wondering if I could possibly take her someplace she hadn't even thought of going. I was certainly going to try.
With a handful of scarves, I approached the bed. She scooted away from me on her elbows and ass, eyes getting wider. "What... what are you going to do with those, Scott?" she asked. "Are... are you going to hurt me?"
I grabbed her by her ankle, and pulled her into the center of the bed. "Get on your stomach," I said, kneeling on the bed.
She just looked at me, for a second. "No," she said. "No... you can't be serious..."
I put the scarves on the edge of the bed, grabbed both her ankles, and flipped her onto her belly, showing her how serious I was. She whimpered a little as I grabbed her right wrist, and tied a scarf around it. The brass headboard made it easy for me to tie her wrist to the corner of the bed.
"I... I'm not sure I can do this," she said. More seriously... not the fantasy "victim" voice she'd been using. I was throwing her a serious curve. "I... I don't know, Scott..."
I tied her left wrist to the other upper corner of the bed, and I think I heard her starting to cry. I took a moment to lean close to her face, observing her tightly screwed-shut eyes; teardrops sliding down her cheeks. Was I taking this too far?
I might have been, but she'd been asking for this treatment. I kissed the tears off of her face, gently, slowly stroking her back. Her eyes opened and looked at me.
"Are... are you going to hurt me?" she asked, her eyes wide.
"Yes, Lynne," I said, cupping her ass cheek in my strong hand. "I'm going to put my cock in your ass, and it's going to hurt, and you're going to love it."
Her mouth went wide, and she just stared at me. I was definitely taking her further than she thought it would go. She pulled at the silk scarves, not too hard, just hard enough to find out that I'd genuinely tied her down. She couldn't get loose; she had no choice in the matter.
"Don't," she said, quietly, tears falling again.
I stood up, and moved to her feet. She didn't struggle as I tied scarves to her ankles, and spread her legs wide, tying her, spread-eagled, to the bed. I took one of her big, soft pillows, and slid it under her hips, lifting her pretty little ass up for me. Not a lot of meat there, but it had a nice shape, and she was squirming nicely for me.
By this time, my cock had recovered its vigor, and I was throbbing hard. I slipped into the hall bathroom, and found the bottle of hand lotion that I knew would be on the sink. Returning to Lynne's room, I worked the little pump and put a dollop of lotion in my hand, and sat next to her on the bed.
"Please," she said, as I rubbed the lotion onto her upturned ass, "don't do this to me, Scott... I... I don't want this..."
I slipped my middle finger into the crack of her ass, distributing more lotion there, and she gasped as my fingertip slipped over her quivering anus. I drizzled some more lotion right there, and gently worked my finger up and down in her crack, lingering a little more on her asshole each time I passed over it.
"You've never been fucked in the ass before?" I asked casually, feeling it twitch under my fingertip. God... sitting her talking to her, like this, was making me even hotter! This was one of the things I loved about rough sex with Lisa... but doing it with her mom was so much better, for some reason!
"N...no," she stammered, her hips starting to rotate. She couldn't hide that what I was doing was starting to feel good, to her. "My... Lisa's father... he wanted to... but I never let him..."
I started to rub her little asshole in little circles... gently pressing in, as I felt it twitch, adding a little more lotion. "Lisa didn't want me to do it, either," I said.