Jacob Sullivan sat on his bed in a state of complete shock. Here it was, mere days before his twenty-fourth birthday, and it seemed his whole world had unraveled in the past thirty seconds.
Jake had grown up the son of Michael, a high-ranking white general, and Savannah, a black mother. All throughout school, it seemed that everybody was afraid to cross him for fear of repercussions from his father. Thus Jake struggled to evolve as his own person, to not just be known as his father's son. He succeeded in his own time, and by the time he graduated high school he was one of the most well-known and well-liked persons in the community. He had chosen to stay close to home while attending college, in part because of the full academic scholarship he was offered, on his own merits.
Or so he thought.
In his hands were some documents that he had stumbled upon while doing an errand for his father. That day, Jacob's father had asked him to open the safe in his parents' bedroom and retrieve some documents he needed for a meeting. When he did so, he noticed there was a combination written on the wall near the safe with a yellow stripe painted to the left of the numbers. The safe, however, had a red stripe painted on the bottom edge, and the numbers on the wall did not match the ones his father had given him for the safe. He paid this particular oddity no mind until he accidentally knocked down a portrait in the living room. The portrait had been covering up a safe with a yellow stripe on its left side. Jake had entered the numbers he'd seen near the red safe, and the safe opened easily. A pretty ingenious code system, Jake assessed. He located, opened and inventoried the remaining two safes, but it was what he found in the last one that made him curse his curiosity.
You see, Jake looked like a biracial man, but from looking at him one might guess that his father was black and his mother was white, instead of the other way around. Jake was six feet, six inches tall and heavily muscled; he towered over his parents, who stood only five feet, ten inches Jake teetered toward darker skin, plus he had a dick that measured eleven and a half inches long when fully erect. These are traits that males tend to get from their fathers, but Jake never once questioned his parentage; his parents had loved him the way a parental duo should and done their utmost to raise him right. However, the birth certificate he held in his hands listed neither Michael nor Savannah as his birth parents. What could this mean, Jake asked himself. He wished it wasn't true, but if that were the case, why would his father have it? And how did he ever register for school; every birth certificate he had submitted with every application did list Michael and Savannah as his parents.
Also in the safe was a newspaper article; it covered the rape trial of a man some twenty-five years ago. Apparently some black man had raped some white woman at a party and had been sentenced to twenty-five years in prison. What intrigued Jake about this particular case, however, was the fact that both the victim and the rapist were the ones listed as his birth parents!
It was around noon, two hours before Savannah would be home, so he spent a few hours trying to research the case on the Internet. (Michael was in Washington for some important conference, and would not be home for another three days.) He looked at the last family photo the three of them had taken; the photo he used for his computer's desktop. How beautiful a family they looked, and how beautiful a family they were; too bad it had all been apparently based on a lie. Then Jake's thoughts turned to Savannah. He had always cursed himself for what he called a sick infatuation with her, but knowing she was not his birth mother allowed those fantasies to come to the forefront of his imagination. She had to be held accountable for her part this deception; he began thinking of ways to make his mother's punishment as pleasurable as possible.
Jake went down into the basement where he kept all of his wrestiling and martial arts equipment. He hit his heavy bag for a few minutes before sitting down to meditate. Unbeknownst to most people, Jake had a very dangerous psychotic streak, and he knew he would have to bring it to the front in order to allow himself to carry out his plans. He had to be at his most uncaring and amoral, at least at the beginning. He would not, however, rape or otherwise harm Savannah; by blood or not, she was still his mother.
Savannah's descent down the basement steps awoke Jake some time later when she returned from the gym. "Jake? Are you all right?"
Jake came out of his trance with a different tone to his voice. "It depends on how you define 'all right,' mother." The edge he put on that final word made Savannah wonder that something might be wrong with her son.
"Wrong? Hmm, where shall we start?" Jake replied as he slowly arose to his full height. "Twenty-three years worth of lies sounds good to me..."
"What are you talking about, Jake? And what's wrong with your voice?" She could hear a definite mental instability when he spoke. Jake didn't answer her question, however; he instead grabbed both of her wrists and held them behind her back with one hand.
"What are you doing? Let me go, I am your mother!" She tried to keep her voice level, but she couldn't help but betray her fear. Jake merely snickered as he nuzzled at her ear, causing her to shrink away in terror. "That's just it," he whispered, "you're not my mother, and I know it! That's right, I found the green safe, and what was in it."
Savannah's eyes grew to the size of saucers. She knew what was kept in the green safe, and she also knew that under no circumstances could anybody be allowed to find out its contents. Her mind was racing, but her multiple trains of thought were all derailed when she felt the tip of Jake's tongue winding a path around her neck. Oh no, she thought, I'm going to be raped by my own son! She began to plead with him not to hurt her, telling him that she loved him and always had, but Jake silenced her. "You need to pay for your part in this deception as well. But make no mistake about it: I love you too, like a son loves a mother. That's why I'm going to give you five minutes. If you say the word 'stop' within five minutes, I'll let you go immediately. But if you wait even one second longer, let's just say that whatever happens, happens." He looked her in the eye. "Do we have a deal?"
Savannah was initially repulsed by the idea, but quickly accepted when she felt Jake's light grip on her wrists tighen. "Excellent," Jake smirked as he set the timer on his watch for five minutes, showing Savannah while he did so in the hopes of proving that he meant what he had said. After he started the timer he resumed kissing her neck, nibbling and licking passionately just above the seam of her shirt. Savannah knew she could have fought him; as much bigger and stronger as he was, one swift knee to the groin would have at least bought her time enough to lock him in the basement and call the police. So why couldn't she do it, why wouldn't she, she asked herself. She was finally forced to admit it to herself that she wanted this, that ever since the day a few months back when she had walked in on him masturbating that huge cock of his, she had dreamt constantly about feeling that instrument inside her. As perverse as it seemed, the young man she had raised as a son was sexually molesting her, and Savannah was loving every instant of it.
In almost no time at all Savannah's five minutes to beg for clemency were over, but Jake still offered her one last opportunity to request that he cease his advances. Savannah took this as her chance, catching him off guard and toppling him with a leg sweep to the wrestling mad they stood on. Jake was shocked; never before had any female taken him down with such authority, or at all for that matter. But the real surprise came when Savannah clasped her hands around his head and locked her lips onto his! Jake needed no further answers; his mother had just jumped him like the number of women before her whom he had turned on beyond the point of self control, and now she wanted nothing more than his massive erection buried inside her.
