This is not an entirely original piece the idea was given to me by a lady who wanted someone to write a story based upon her personal fantasy. For the purposes of this board, I have removed a lot of the violence in the ladies orginal fantasy.
For those who do not like forced sex fantasy this story is not for you. The story is about a woman who was abused as a child by her father, and is used again by her son. Read on.
Claudia lay on the sofa her legs wrapped under her in a semi foetal position. She hugged a large cushion into her ample bosom as the television screen played a weekend variety show. She was not in the mood for the audience laughter, she did not notice the songs the singers sang, or the magicians tricks. The programme was there to serve one purpose only to drown out the sounds coming from her son's room.
As before when her husband Josef was away, her son Karl had invited his friends around. Claudia did not like them, did not trust them, she felt as if she was a prisoner in her own home. All of the boys were tall, with short cropped hair, they had followed the fashion and had taken tattoos. She had been so angry with Karl when he too, had joined the craze. 'So easy to apply a mark, so difficult to remove'. He had said she should be pleased, be grateful, the tattoo had the words mum encircled with a heart. Where it was troubled her, marked into his abdomen, just like the others, he had embellished the design with a rope of entwined roses that sank down to his groin.
She did not want to know what kind of love he felt for. She feared it was not the kind a mother would be proud of. Since his early teens, when she began to find pornographic magazines hidden in his room, she noticed how his affection changed. He had always been an affectionate child. Now, she found him oppressive, always close to her, he watched her in the kitchen, in the garden. Claudia had taken to locking her bedroom door and the bathroom door, she had often caught him trying to look at her, catch her undressing or naked.
Most mothers would say in a growing boy this was almost natural, a mother is the first woman teenage boys come close to, have a relationship with. But there were things about Karl now he was a young man of nineteen, which stirred memories in Claudia, things she thought had gone away. As she listened to the laughter, the crude language coming from upstairs, she gave a little shudder and cursed her body for the reaction to the fear inside. Her nipples were taut and aching inside her top, she pressed the cushion harder against her, to stop the tingling in her breasts, to stop the tremors in her stomach, and the damp patch forming in her panties.
Claudia was the middle child in a family of three sisters, when she was young she had adored her father, the way he played with her, held her on his knee as they read together at night. She had not understood why her older sister had left the home as soon as she could, why she had avoided her fathers affection. Claudia soon reached puberty, and her breasts grew into those of a young woman. Then she knew why her sister had left. Her father was so like Karl, at first things appeared to be innocent, he would walk in while she was dressing. Talk to her as she was changing for bed, his hand would accidentally touch her, until the time when the pretence stopped and she learnt what he really wanted from his daughter.
For years the visits continued, till her youngest sister too developed breasts, Claudia thought her time had ended when she met Josef and she told her father she was to be married. He did not trouble her again until her wedding day, when she walked up the aisle to make her vows with her fathers cum fresh on her lips and in her mouth.
Josef proved to be a good man, a firm man, a loving man, and a devout man. Claudia never wore make up, always dressed with style but modestly, and performed her duty for the man she loved. Karl was born into a strict loving house, from the outset he learnt the difference between right and wrong, he was a pretty boy, and became a handsome young man. Claudia had not seen her father since the day she married, but he started to take an interest in the boy, teach him the things a boy ought to know. Subtley the relationship between mother and child changed to the point she had reached tonight. She was angry, she felt trapped, angry her freedom, her life was being taken away. Now she was going to make a stance, turn these vile young men out. Bring some discipline back into her son's life. This was her house, not his, he would have to learn to respect that.
Claudia rose from the sofa stepping into her slippers as she did so. She pulled herself straight, drawing her shoulders up, and sucking in her little domed belly, the mark her son had left on her for giving him life. She smoothed down the front of her dark blue cotton tee shirt, gathering the sides of her chunky knit cardigan she wrapped them tight across her chest. Her arms tightly folded over her chest she buried the shape of her bosom from the prying eyes of her son and his friends.
With her most assertive stride Claudia stepped into the hall she grasped the natural beech banister and climbed the stair. From the stair well, the noise was clearer, she could hear the boys laughing and their comments too.
'Look at them fuckers bounce.'
'She's going to feel it when that monster enters her ass.'
'Look at that slut just gobbling it down. Still can't get Anna to do more than lick my dick.'
'Keep your hand on the back of her head, and push it down. If she starts to complain give her a good slap. Least that's what Grand Pa tells me. Certainly worked with that fat slut Sarah up at the café. She told me she wouldn't take it in the ass. A good spanking on those flabby buttocks, and I was driving it home bouncing off that rippling ass. It sounded so good all that slapping flesh and her squealing like a stuck pig'
'You are so gross. Popping your cock up flabby Sarah's shithole. She has been round the clock so many times, she needs a rebore. She is so fucking ugly!'
'Yeah and so grateful too. Where else could you get your hands on tits like that. They have to be 38F, when you bang her in the back they swing around just like that cunt's there. Fuck she has them swinging in different directions at once.'
Claudia had heard enough or was that too much. She felt sick deep into her stomach. She hated porn, she hated the degradation and humiliation the girls depicted. Karl knew it was banned from the house, she had lectured him so many times, about respect and how he should treat people and women in particular. It sounded like he had heard and deliberately done the opposite to spite her.
Claudia was only 5ft 5in tall, the boys were all over 6foot but she was not going to allow this to continue. They were going out the door and if he didn't like it Karl would be with them too. She checked herself in the mirror. Her face was red already, and the freckles on her skin had flared into big angry blotches. She hated being fair skinned, particularly in the summer but it did mean she stayed covered, no bare flesh to encourage men into thinking she was anything other than a loyal wife. She tried to wear baggy jeans, but because of her size the legs tended to mould around her thighs, the high waist was always tight over hips and ass. She wore brief shorts under them so there was no visible panty line. Her red hair was cut in a short bob that framed her face, leaving her neck exposed. Her tee shirts were always round neck so her cleavage was never visible and she wore a small crucifix given to her by Josef on their wedding day.
At times of stress like this she would toy with the chain, counting to ten before climbing up the stairs. Having made up her mind she did not stop to knock she just pushed straight into Karl's bedroom. The boys were grouped around the video screen, Karl was lying on his bed, whilst Ralf was sat in the dressing chair, Peter on the office chair by the little computer desk, whilst Max was sat on the floor. They were all drinking beer from the bottle. Some had their hands gripping the crotch of their straining jeans, whilst Karl lay back with his big fat erection tenting up the front of his jeans. They were watching two naked women being gang banged. Every orifice was filled, their faces were distorted, their bodies contorted, to accommodate the erect demanding phalluses.
Claudia was disgusted, but found it hard to take her eyes from the screen. She could not imagine how it would feel to be that stretched to be that used.
'Turn that filth off and get out of my house now. I have told you before Karl, if this is how you think of women, how you treat women, you are not a son of mine. You have abused my home for too long. I will discuss this with your father when he is home. I know he will be disappointed in you. Just as I am.'
