Life Together.
Chapter 1- The Rape
Jane was a young mum, she had her son when she was eighteen; her parents had helped her raise him.
Jane was now thirty-seven and had put a lot of effort into raising her son. She constantly told her son about the dangers of unprotected sex, her young son Max, nineteen, had never shown any interest in women, but had grown into a strapping young man-- an almost exact clone of the man who had fathered him.
He was six-foot-four and had flowing pitch black hair with bright, near-glowing, emerald, green eyes. He spent half of his time in the shed working out, so he was a little buff. He was a polite young man with manners befitting that of a boy with a strong mother.
Jane and Max lived in her parents' house that was left to her after the accident. When Max was younger, both of Jane's parents were killed by a drunk driver in a head-on collision; they went quickly and together and that brought a sense of peace to Jane. At least, they had each other in the end-- Jane had no one. She had poured everything into raising Max throughout the years; she had many men ask her out, but just couldn't seem to find the time for anything more than some few-nights lstands here and there over the years, and those had dried up long ago.
In truth, she still felt like she was unable to put trust in another man. David, Max's father, was her boyfriend at eighteen. He was older, twenty-one, he had seen her at the diner one night and asked for her number. She was hot back then-- five-foot-two-inch, blue-eyed brunette, fit from the endless training she did to be a track runner. She had smaller tits but perky, and an amazing arse; she used to think that if she was a man, she would pound her arse.
She would still remember the butterflies and nerves she felt, the first time she and David kissed. She often found herself thinking about him as she slipped her middle finger down her sweatpants and touched her clit, thinking about the handsome man who had forced their first time together.
It was a warm summer night, Jane was out with David under the full moon, he had been dating her for two months, which must have seemed like an eternity to him. He had complained saying he had never been made to wait to fuck a girl before; she was quick to remind him that she wasn't a quick fuck. She had fallen for his boyish charm-- Cupid had her in a chokehold and wasn't letting go.
She was young, in love, and had never climaxed before.
The idea of sex in her mind was pure and innocent. Sure, she had touched herself before, but she struggled to make herself even come close to cumming, the idea of it was tantalising. So, when David led her up the ladder and out onto the roof of his father's condo, she didn't resist.
They began to passionately make out against the roof tiles, his tongue flicking in and out of her mouth; the excitement in the moment was radical. She felt his warm, sweaty hand reaching the soft flesh of her belly and moving slowly downward towards her dripping pussy; she was hoping he'd ask her consent, but his mind was on more pressing matters.
He stopped kissing her entirely, and focused his attention on her jeans. He struggled a little, but eventually, her jean jeans button broke off and he took that opportunity to remove her jeans and her panties in one swoop, throwing them to the wayside and setting his eyes on the main prize-- Jane's soaking-wet, virgin pussy. She wasn't shaved like the women he'd seen before, and she was tiny compared to some of the easy lays he had had in the past.
She was perfect.
She was his to take.
He quickly unbuckled his belt and kicked off his pants. He was already stiff.
Jane looked at his cock in amazement, but also disappointment.
Jane had been told by her friends that a larger dick was more satisfying, but what was before her was a lot smaller than the pictures of penises she had seen.
It stood to attention at four inches and was about half-an-inch thick, it was uncut and disproportionately sized compared to his balls, which were larger by comparison.
David came closer, the smell of liquor wafting from his mouth, he placed the head of his cock at her entrance and looked up to her eyes.
Jane screamed, "WAIT!", but it was too late.
With malice in his cold green eyes, David pushed himself deeply into Jane, a pain crept up from her vagina and into her stomach; her cries fell on deaf ears.
David pulled out, only to ram it back in.
Jane was shocked by the forcefulness of his actions and, in all honesty, it scared her.
She gathered the courage, raised her fist and swung at him.
He dodged the punch, pulling out of her and ending the assault.
"You need a condom!" Jane hissed at him.
"I didn't bring one, babe. I didn't think you were ready for this, so I didn't bother."
"Then go get one! You aren't going to fuck me without one!" Jane was angry, he'd practically raped her for her first time, and she was in a bit of pain.
"Where am I going to get one at this hour, Jane? It's one-thirty in the morning and I can't drive."
"Then we're done! I'm not going to get pregnant just because you wanna get your dick wet and don't think ahead!"
Jane was adamant. She got on all fours and began to crawl across the roof to her pants.
That was when he struck.
Like a mountain lion, David launched himself across the roof on top of her. Jane struggled to regain her footing after being slammed against the roof tiles by a seventy-kilogram man.
Jane knew what was coming next-- the very thing she had been warned about her whole life.
David forced his cock into her pussy, his hand grabbing a wad of hair and forcing her face into the tiled roof.
As Jane lay there, with David ramming his cock in and rapidly pulling it out only to repeat, a feeling began to rise inside Jane, the feeling she had been waiting her whole life.
She was on the precipice, and she knew it.
David knew what he was doing was wrong, but the rage of being denied over and over had changed him. He was angry, and at this moment, he was taking his anger out on her insides. He didn't care if she didn't want this, he needed this, it made him feel powerful and strong, a feeling he lacked.
The surprise came when his victim began violently shaking and it felt as though she'd pissed all over his junk.
Jane had experienced her first orgasm, and she lost it. Her toes curled and eyes rolled.
The feeling completed her.
She was euphoric.
David was off put by this. He'd never seen a woman act like this. He pulled his cock from her and sat watching the way she shook, watching the gushing juices pour from her pussy onto the roof and down the tile.
She had terrified David.
David thought in his anger he slammed her head too hard against the tiles and sent her into a seizure.
When the orgasm subsided, Jane was different.
She was in a new world; she was a woman, and she wanted more.
She rose from the tiles turned to the terrified boy cowering at the sight, and she pounced on him.
She was then on top, and he was trapped against the tile.
"We don't have to keep going," he whimpered.
"I want to," Jane stated, a hunger in her voice he'd never witnessed.
"Okay," he chirped, expecting her to hit him at any moment.
"We still need a condom," she stated.
"No, we don't, I just won't cum inside you and we'll be fine."
Jane struggled with the idea, but was overcome with the opportunity for another orgasm. She was addicted and she needed it.
"Fine," she exclaimed, "pinkie promise you won't cum in me."
"I pinkie promise," he said, shaking her pinkie with his.
Then, without warning, Jane slammed her hips downward pushing his cock as deeply as she could.
David fought the urge to cum then and there.
Jane shifted and then rose, so that only his tip remained inside, only to slam herself back down again.
Over and over, the mess of her juices wetted his bush and dripped down his taint. She was building back up and she knew it. P
Over and over, the wet squelches echoed into the night, as the moans of the pair got louder and louder.
Jane was right about to cum a second time when she felt it-- the pulses under her.
A new, thicker, wetness painting the walls inside her.
Then, another feeling washed over her.
Dread.
She jumped off of him, tearing up, knowing the mistake she had made to trust this man.
She ran across the roof, grabbed her jeans and yanked them on.
She was angry now.
As she stormed back across the roof, she stopped at the boy, who was lying on his back in utter pleasure. She pulled back her foot and stomped his grossly oversized balls; she then lifted quickly and dropped her foot again, crushing his nuts against the tiles.
It took a second to hit David, the searing pain quickly rushed up his body and the nausea set in. He let out a scream which was quickly replaced by the sound of vomit. He rolled down the roof and fell.
Jane didn't care, he was dead already to her, not only had he broken several promises that night, but he had forced himself on her, and in all that, he had cum before she could even get the chance.
She was furious, she had been introduced to a world that she'd have to fight to see again.
But worse, she was eighteen and full of cum.
Jane went straight home not even checking on David.
She climbed into bed and cried herself to sleep.
David's parents came the next morning, threatening a lawsuit and charges, but the second they saw the young girl who had been attacked by their son, their faces changed. Some part of them knew the monster they had raised.
They organised a fund for Jane and the baby if she was to have it, a fund of 700 thousand that basically jump-started her life. They knew it wasn't enough, but all the money in the world wouldn't be enough. They sent David to a hospital for the mentally ill; in the fall he had cracked his skull and sustained brain damage. It was like he had reverted to being a four-year-old. To the best of Jane's knowledge, he passed away when Max was just two, from an aneurysm.
Chapter 2 - The Bathroom
This brings us back to present day, Jane had raised a good young man, too good.
It was a Saturday, Jane had woken up at seven o'clock and prepared a coffee, wearing her dressing gown, barely covering her large boobs and thick arse from prying eyes.
She was cold.
Her nipples were hard enough to cut glass.
She took a sip of coffee and mustered the strength to walk up the stairs. On the wall, next to the door of Max's room, was the thermostat control. She walked to it and turned the temperature up a dozen or so degrees. She then took a step past the door to Max's room, towards the upstairs bathroom.
Out of the corner of her eye, she saw it in all its glory.
There, in the crevice of the door, which was ever so slightly ajar, was her nineteen-year-old son, grown and naked, masturbating on his bed.
The shock to Jane was the fact his cock had to be at least nine inches, if not eleven.
A flush of blood rushed to her pussy, and so did her hand.
