The following story contains scenes of graphic and violent rape. The author would like to remind the reader that rape fantasies are exactly that -- fantasies -- and in no way advocates or encourages the degradation or exploitation of women (or men, for that matter). All living creatures deserve our respect. That said -- please enjoy this tale of degradation and non-consensual sex!
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Keisha was a thick black woman with wide hips and a modest D-cup bust. At thirty-six, her body wasn't quite what it used to be -- her breasts were beginning to sag, and her ass wasn't quite as firm -- but if you didn't mind the wear and tear and the love handles, she was a damn good-looking bitch. Since her husband died (and left her halfway to broke -- the son-of-a-bitch), she'd lived alone with her son in this small two-story townhouse at the edge of the ghetto. She worked nights at the grocery store on the corner; and sure, she fucked for money now and then. Not easy to do with her lazy son in and out of the house -- never keeping a regular schedule (and probably selling drugs, not that she'd seen one
dime
of his income, if he was selling).
Keisha was drying a plate at the kitchen sink when her good-for-nothing son stepped into the room behind her. In the two years since Aaron had finished high school, he'd been in and out of trouble with the law, and -- despite an obnoxiously high IQ -- her grown son Aaron hadn't made more than two or three half-hearted attempts to find employment. She'd told him at the start of the week to pack his things -- come Friday, he'd be out on his ass; the lazy prick.
And here it was; Friday morning. Aaron had been angry when the bitch had put her foot down. It had taken a considerable amount of self-control to restrain his temper. But he'd been planning to leave soon even before his mother had "laid down the law". The boys he was running with these days were hard motherfuckers -- and smart. He was making money hand-over-fist on the streets, and he had about all he needed to establish some nice digs -- maybe a long-term room over at the Marriott -- and make some more sales. After that: California. So he would leave, sure. But before he did, he had something to give this nagging black bitch. Something he'd wanted to give her ever since he began to notice girls as a young teenager...
Aaron gave his mother a long looking-over as he strolled into the kitchen. From the look of it, she'd just finished breakfast -- no breakfast set out for
him
, he noticed -- and was drying her dishes in the sink. A looker for her age, Keisha's skin was dark and lustrous, her just-over-shoulder-length hair straight and black. Her spandex bottoms flattered her thick ass agreeably, and her tight white tank top -- one of the straps had slipped from her shoulder -- left no doubt that Keisha was braless this morning.
She heard Aaron step into the kitchen and glanced over her shoulder, preparing to tell the prick to make sure all his shit was out of here by evening... when she realized that Aaron was nude; stepping out of a pair of silk boxers (how the fuck can he afford
silk
boxers, she had time to wonder). His huge cock was erect, and he was moving toward her, quickly. Keisha turned on her heels.
"What the
fu
-"; was all she could manage before Aaron struck her across the mouth with the back of his hand, drawing blood from her full lower lip. Momentarily stunned, Keisha felt Aaron's left hand bunch the waistband of her spandex bottoms and boy-cut panties together just above her ass. Quickly, Aaron gripped her hair by the roots with his other hand and yanked her backwards, toward the open kitchen door. The plate she was drying dropped to the floor, where it shattered.
"
Get the fuck off me you motherfucker! I'm calling the motherfucking poli
-" Aaron tugged her head to the left sharply, smacking the side of her head into the wall. The impact wasn't a powerful one, but Keisha was shocked into a brief silence by the blow. She was being dragged backwards by Aaron's strong hands -- he was leading her to the staircase. Seeing stars and tasting the blood on her split lip for the first time, Keisha truly began to panic. As much she kicked her legs or pressed the heels of her bare feet into the tile, Aaron's progress toward the stairs was inexorable -- he was a
strong
boy.
"I'm not a motherfucker yet, bitch -- you just give me a minute and shut your fat mouth, a'ight?" Aaron's voice at her ear. Was he going to
fuck her
? Oh god, he was. Of course he was.
Incest
... Jesus. She began to kick again, harder than before. Violently shaking her head from side to side, she managed somehow to pull her head free of Aaron's grasp! She was at the base of the stairs now -- nowhere to go but up. Aaron was strong, but as a thick woman -- Keisha was too. The sudden strength of her struggle caught Aaron off-guard. Putting all her might into a lunge, she pulled forward, tearing the waistband of her pants and panties free from Aaron's grasp. The fabric of her panties wedged itself painfully into the crack of her ass and between her thick pussy lips, though she barely noticed. Tripping over herself, Keisha scrambled up the staircase, hoping to make it to her room. If she got there before he did, she could lock the door and call the police! Aaron rubbed his thigh -- the bitch had kicked him when she struggled forward, and watched his mother's thick ass wobble as she staggered and crawled up the stairs. Her spandex bottoms had come a quarter of the way down her round ass when she pulled free, and he could see her purple boy-cut panties wedged into the crack of her thick, middle-aged ass. His erection, which had begun to soften, was stiffened anew, and he loped up the stairs after her with a grim smile on his broad face. He had planned to drag her to one of the bedrooms straight away, but if this is how she wanted it -- fine.
Keisha made it to the last stair before Aaron's weight was upon her. She screamed and swore at her son, desperately trying to pull forward. His strong thighs flanked hers, his cock -- which must have been at least nine inches long, was pressing into her backside. She could feel its bare heat against the crack of her ass, where her bottoms had pulled down a few inches. Aaron pushed her upper body down against the upstairs floor with one hand. Bent over the top stair, her hips dug into the corner of the step, Keisha began to cry. Angry tears streaming down her cheeks, Keisha yelled, pleaded, and swore as she felt Aaron's free hand pull her pants and panties down her plump ass.
"Mm... damn", she heard Aaron say, as her bare ass was exposed to her no-good, mother-raping
nigger
of a son.
Goddamn
him. Her fat pussy lips peeking out from between the very tops of her chubby legs, Aaron left the waistband of her spandex pants just barely halfway down her thighs and took in the view. Cellulite and stretch marks marred her fat behind, but her skin was otherwise clear and smooth, her huge ass was almost perfectly round, her thighs had just the right jiggle, and her fat outer lips looked puffy and soft. From what he could tell, her pussy was closely trimmed, but not entirely shaved. Aaron licked his fingertips, wetting the end of his cock with his hand as he took in the sights. Keisha wailed underneath him, her struggles causing her round ass and fat thighs to wobble appealingly. After just a few moments of gawking, Aaron was ready. He spread Keisha's chubby ass cheeks apart, and shoved his spit-lubed cock unceremoniously into his mother's asshole. The friction made him wince as it stung against his cock, but Aaron pushed forward determinedly, and within a second or three, the length of Aaron's cock was buried balls-deep in his mother's tight ass.
God damn
this felt good.
"
IIIiiiieeeeeaaaaaaaahhhhhhHHH
!" Keisha shrieked. The pain was
unbelievable
