This is fiction, it did NOT happen. Fantasy is legal.
Codes: M/f, MM/f, Inc, Reluc, Cons, Inter, Oral, Anal
My name is Alex Bumstead and I woke up just before dawn on the day that was going to be the start of the best day in my short 20 years of my life. I didn't know what time it was exactly, but there was a little light coming through the curtains. I'd heard my dad's car start and drive away. It was Saturday, and I remembered that he and my sister Cookie were heading off to a charity father/daughter golf tournament. Dad was one of the guy's running it. He had collected all the money and had to be there early to make sure that everything was all set. It was a one-hour drive to the country club, and they wouldn't be back until late in the evening.
I'd backed out of going. I didn't play the game and didn't want to hang around as dad's gofer for the day. My plan was to sleep until mid-afternoon. But that wasn't the way things worked out. The second time I awoke to a scream. It was my mom. I jumped out of bed wearing just my boxer's and ran down the hall toward her room.
My friends always kidded me about wanting to fuck her. She has a great body for a 36-year-old woman. She's 5'4", 110lbs, curly blond hair, and bright blue eyes with flaring hips that highlighted her great butt. Her ass is round and tight with perfect little buns and her big full breasts are just awesome.
I secretly wanted to do her myself, but I knew it would never happen. Sometimes, though, I swear she would intentionally not wear bras and then give me a peak of her eraser-like nipples when she bent over, and her shirt hung down. She caught me looking more than once and I could tell that she enjoyed how it affected me.
Her screaming had become muffled by the time I raced into her bedroom. I stopped short. There were two big black guys in the room. One had a hand over my mom's mouth and the other let out a shout when I appeared. "Freeze!" he yelled and pointed a gun toward me. He came over and threw me on the bed next
to my mom.
"Shit, Tyrone, I thought she was home alone," one said. I guessed that they must have been casing the place but didn't realize that I wasn't in the car with my dad and sister. "Fuck, what should we do?"
The man I presumed was named Tyrone looked over at me, naked except for my boxers, and then down at mom, in her short nightgown with half her big boobs popping out the low-cut top and her long sexy legs exposed all the way up to her hips. I don't know if he noticed, I certainly did, her nipples were poking through the silk. "Well," he said with a short laugh, "I guess we'll have to change our plans then." He took his hand off mom's mouth, but she started to scream again.
"Stop it, Mrs. Bumstead!" he yelled. "Look bitch, if your neighbors hear you scream, we'll have to kill you ... and your son. Plus, I've got a pretty bad hangover and all the noise is giving me an even bigger headache. You don't want to make me angry." She tried to scream again, but he told her, "Please don't make me hit your pretty face. All we came here for is the money from the charity golf thing your husband's keeping somewhere in the house."
That seemed to calm mom. "Money, you want money?"
Tyrone smiled and let her go as he stood. He took the gun from his partner and gestured for the other man to leave. "I don't want to hurt anybody. If you cooperate this will go much more smoothly. What's the line? 'Show me the money.' The large pile o' cash. The Benjamin's. Whatever you want to call it, I want it now. I know your old man got the golf money in the house."
I knew my dad's safe was hidden under the floor beneath mom's vanity, so I tried not to look that way. We could hear the other man going through drawers in different rooms. Mom cleared her throat and said, unconvincingly, "I don't know what you're talking about."
Tyrone sighed. "Fine, what if I shoot your boy in the leg. Is that what you want?"
She just stared at the man, so I jumped In. "Mom!" I said. "Look, Tyrone, right? I'm not going to lie to you. That gun makes me pretty nervous. I don't want to get shot. You seem like a nice enough person, for a robber I mean. You know we can't identify you. Tyrone probably isn't even your real name."
"Yeah, you're a smart kid. That was a good touch, wasn't it?"
"Yeah. If I help you out, then you're going to leave? Tie us up or something? Cut the phone line I guess?"
"Yes, you are a very smart young man, that's what'll happen. We'll go and then we'll all feel better. You'll be able to make it to an afternoon movie after you call all your friends and tell them about this crazy little adventure."
I smiled. I couldn't help but like the guy, even if he were pointing a gun at me and was about to rob my dad. I figured insurance might cover the loss. No need for mom or me to get hurt over some money collected for charity.
"There's a safe."
Mom glared at me. "Don't tell him, Alex!"
"It's in the floor under the desk over there."
"Thanks kid. Jerome! Back here." The second man rejoined us and then uncovered the safe. "Combo?" I didn't know it and mom was silent.