Mother Awoen

Disclaimer time: If you're sensitive, please check the tags. I try to be playful, but the story starts pretty intense. As is often the case, those demanding absolute realism probably won't like this piece. This tale is designed to work as a one-and-done, but it's also naturally open enough to allow for sequels if it seems there's an interest. And how will I know if there's an interest? By ratings, plus encouraging comments. I've gotten some really nice feedback on recent stories, and I appreciate it. Honestly, I appreciate you all. Yes, especially you; you — specifically — are awesome.

All characters participating in sexual activity in these stories are 18+.

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With a chirp, my phone awoke from its Do Not Disturb slumber.

I can't wait for tonight

A few seconds after Bonnie's first message, another arrived on my phone: a picture of her sopping panties, flashed beneath her pleated skirt while seated at the university library. Her secretive bit-lip expression was framed by an oblivious professor walking by in the background.

That one JPG could've made me cum twice during my data-sentinel shift at Barkdog Security. But I forced myself to be good. We had something special planned for the evening.

Bun and I had dated for years, but we only took our relationship to the next level after we graduated high school. Once we did, it was like we were making up for lost time as horny eighteen-year-olds, exploring each other's bodies and minds in lurid new ways with breathtaking alacrity. And the evening of our three-month anniversary was to be no exception... quite the opposite, actually.

The goal: Rape Bonnie.

Well, not

really

rape...

obviously.

But on our journey of fantasy exploration, Bun confessed that she had always wanted to be forcibly used by a man who was desperate for her. She hungered to be taken unexpectedly and violently, equal parts nasty and needy... preferably while she was sleeping.

The plan was simple. My parents were always in bed by 10, so sometime after that Bun would sneak into my house using the key I gave her, hiding in my room until I got home. She lived just a few houses down in the same neighborhood, so it was easy to get there without leaving a telltale car in the driveway.

Yeah, it's not an ideal situation, but rent and housing prices are crazy in our area; even with the decent salary that Barkdog is providing, it was still going to be a year or two before I could save up a good-enough down payment to consider bigger moves. I wish we could be a bit more honest with Mom and Dad, but they're both pretty religious and wouldn't approve — and Bonnie's folks are

even worse,

so her place isn't an option.

Anyway, I swapped shifts with Marc, so instead of working the 11-7 midnight shift (my usual Saturday night routine), I was doing the 3-to-11 late-day. I'd come home around midnight, and... do what I could to bring her fantasy to life.

"Ideally I'd be asleep," said Bun, stealing a curly fry from my tray and suggestively dunking it into my Horsey Sauce cup before snaking it into her mouth.

I swallowed, trying to focus on my own Classic Beef 'N Cheddar. "Yeah, I'm not sure how likely that is, though." I glanced around to seeing if anyone else was in the Arby's. "I know I'd be pretty hyped up about... y'know..."

She shrugged. "Trust me, Derek, I can be pretty determined to relax if I need to," she said. "But either way... do what you want. What you

need."

She gave her eyebrows a quick flick up and stroked a strand of her long, brown hair behind her ear before returning to dinner. "Make it

rough.

Make it

count.

"

"Oh, don't worry," I said. "Once I have you in my sights, you'll be getting it one-two-three..."

"With a quickness," her words echoed mine as we finished my "catch phrase" together, smiling.

Bonnie didn't want to know

too

many of the details (which was good, because I hadn't worked most of them out). But the Saturday arrived, and I mostly had a plan.

My beautiful Bun had done her part when I received back-to-back-to-back texts at 10:30:

I'm here

I'm waiting

Good night

She included a selfie of herself in my bed under my covers, lights low.

I got off work at 11 as planned, and finished with my supply-run shopping around 11:30. I bought some Gatorade (Lemon Lime for me, Fruit Punch for Bun) and a bottle of Trojan H2O... just in case. I wasn't super-clear on the logistics: Would she get wet enough, quickly enough? Was anything extra needed so she'd be comfortable? But, again, better to prepare for any contingency. And I also got the most-important element — one I hadn't told her about, but was sure would help set the mood.

I rolled into the driveway just past midnight... perfect for a late-night intruder.

The entrance to my room opened with a creak that moaned laboriously as I pushed it open. Once inside, I reversed the door's motion with another hinged groan as it closed. I turned the lock. I was inside.

My bedroom itself was near-pitch black, the only illumination provided by the meager ambience from the streetlights outside. I sure as heck wasn't going to pick out the colors from my Wonder Woman poster — or even discern Gal Godot's features — but I could see well enough to step around the pile of laundry on the floor beside the entryway.  (Obviously I hadn't prepared the room as well I thought, and Mom's made it clear her laundry days for her son were well in the past now that he was an adult.) I navigated to my target, "helplessly" sleeping in my queen-sized bed.

I could see Bun's phone on the side table next to the bed, its K-pop case blinging its blingy life. (I don't know which band, but they're catchy enough, even if I won't admit it.) This sparked an idea, and I set my phone beside hers, turning on the record feature on my memo app.

I can delete this later if she doesn't want it,

I thought,

but it might be a nice memento for us if it's hot.

I put my supply bag by the bed, then removed my overshirt and draped it over a nearby chair. Thinking it through, I stripped down to my black Riddler "I know what I must become" T-shirt and black silk boxers, tossing the remainder of my clothes beside the laundry by the door. Not exactly the most authentic rapewear ensemble, admittedly, but it would facilitate what I needed to do... and that seemed most important for the sake of Bonnie's fantasy.

I could barely make out my girlfriend's visage lying face-up on the pillow. True to her word, she was asleep, her mouth slightly parted in a snore. Peering through the dark at Bun's almost imperceptible forehead, I gently brushed her hair away from her cheeks, leaving me unobstructed access to her face.

This'll be easy,

I thought.

I unrolled my final — most important — shop-bought support slowly, to ensure the encounter was as quiet as possible.

Riiiiiiiiiiii

i

i

i

i

i

i

i

i

i

i

i

i

i

iiiiiiiiiiiiiip

Even with my efforts at subterfuge, the sound was unmistakable were anyone to hear it — if they were awake. Duct tape.

I repeated this twice more, much longer than the first, putting my preparations on the side table.

Nevertheless, Bonnie didn't move or otherwise betray consciousness, and her slow steady breathing convinced me she wasn't faking.

Held in my fingers, I contemplated the sash of tape, the moment hanging with portent.

Now or never,

I thought, imagining the irony if this super-sticky strip helped bond Bonnie and me even closer together.

And then I put the tape on Bun's mouth.

I could barely see her eyes fling open, and she screamed... or tried to, the effort thwarted to near-utter futility as the fabric tape muffled her cries.

She swung her arms toward me, and I grabbed them, pivoting them over her head atop the pillows, in front of the slatted headboard. I leaned my body's entire weight on hers, pinning her down. "I heard there was a hot college sleeping girl here. I just had to risk everything to get a piece of that. Now, don't struggle," I said. "It'll hurt more."

Bonnie paused momentarily, then pushed again, harder. She actually managed to squirm one hand free and raked it across my neck. It hurt, but not as much as I feared; it was more like an insistent back scratch. I hadn't realized, but Bun must have trimmed her usual fashionably red nails before the night's encounter, just in case she needed to lash out like she did. Good thing, too, or else she could've done some real damage.

"

Orrrrr,

if you're

going

to struggle, at least wait until I'm inside you," I growled, grabbing her arm and pinning it beneath her other at the head of the bed. "Your squirming will feel even better on my cock."

I kept her hands pinned while I grabbed my earlier final preparations: one long swath of duct tape I wrapped around her left wrist tightly, folding over the rest to create an impromptu "leash" of tape. As soon as she realized what was happening, she struggled more, but I was able to keep overpowering her undersized, skinny frame.

It's a good thing I inherited Dad's mass,

I mused;

if I'd gotten Mom's tiny genes, there's no way I'd be able to overpower this hellcat.

I did the same with her other wrist, and so I ended up with what I'd hoped: two individually taped wrists that were leashed and controllable, trivial to handle with one of my hands (or even tied together so as not to not need

any

attention from me), but also able to be released if the scenario would benefit from it. I was far too clever, if I did say so myself.

All the while, Bonnie's muffled, unrecognizable screams continued, evolving eventually into sobs.

Holding her hands with my tape tethers in one hand, I explored her body and discovered she was wearing a long cotton nightshirt that covered her entire body, just like she usually did at night (another trait she shared with my mom); I had no idea what color it was, of course. I pushed it up and discovered she was wearing some frilly panties — lighter in color, maybe pink or white. They didn't seem familiar by touch, but to be honest I didn't usually linger over her underwear unless it was that sheer pink thong she wore to Applebee's that one time.

I pulled at Bonnie's panties, and she clutched her legs together more tightly. "Do I need to cut them off you?" I whispered in her ear. "I can do that, if you want..." Hearing this, she relaxed her legs and angled her knees enough to enable me to slide them off.

Holding my trophy in my more-free hand, I gave them a quick sniff. "Are these-?! They are! They're

soaking!

" I was relieved, because it meant I probably didn't need to do anything with the lube... assuming I limited my assault to her kitty, of course. "Are you a little slut who gets off on getting raped? Drenching your panties with your own juices, so you make your cunt as wet as possible to suck in my cock?"

I pushed the intimate apparel under her nose. "Here. Smell how aroused you are... how much you want me to force myself into you. You ready for it? 'Cause I'm about to give it to you... One-two-three, with a quickness."

She paused for several long moments after I said that, then squirmed harder. But I realized she wasn't screaming anymore — she wasn't even crying. She was just breathing hard (through her nose, obviously).

"Sorry, I can't let you keep these... I need 'em as a trophy," I said, pulling the panties away from her face. "Gotta share proof of the woman I risked everything for." She gave another moan that was of a different tenor than the previous ones.

"Now, let's see how ready you are..." I freed my straining manhood from my silk boxers with my free hand, then pushed my knee between her legs, forcing them open. I swabbed my cock against where I thought was her kitty was, and my throbbing head discovered another of Bonnie's surprises for the evening: She had shaved the fount of her femininity completely nude. It was a good job, too; I couldn't feel any stubble on my sensitive knob... just incredibly smooth, super-slick warmth.

"Fuck, that feels amazing. You did a good job shaving your snatch. You must've known you were gonna take in some stranger's cock deep in your hot teen body tonight, huh?"

I could feel a flood of juices cover my not-yet-penetrating cockhead, as her excitement prepared her pudenda for primal pummeling.

You ready?" I asked. "Once I push, there's no going back. Just me taking this tight, teen pussy. I won't stop 'til I'm done with you for the night... and the night is young like you."

Bonnie moaned again, a sound of anticipation.

And then I pushed — and sank into heaven.

Bonnie was tighter, wetter, and hotter than I'd ever known her. She was like a completely different woman, so crazed must her mind and body have been at her innermost fantasy being fulfilled.

She gave a muffled scream again — this time in seeming rapture.

Having fully sunk in, I needed a few moments to adjust, lest I explode and end the moment too soon. Bonnie and I had held off on doing anything for the past week, and I'd miraculously shown similar restraint on my own alone... impressive, given how previous claim to fame as a horny eighteen-year-old guy was successfully navigating No Nut Tuesday.

With her hot, tiny body still pinned under mine, I took the moment to tie the "leashes" on her wrists together behind a slat of the headboard.

I slid my hands under her shirt to feel Bonnie's breasts. Though smaller than average, they had a satisfying firmness, and I mauled her mounds and pinched her nipples, which seemed longer and fuller than ever. Again, Bun's reaction was immediate — a moan that conveyed equal parts satisfaction and hunger. "Damn," I whispered, "So soft, so perfect.

Nothing

can compare to teenage titties." Her groaning stopped momentarily as she made a throaty noise — almost like a chuckle or noise of derision.

"Something funny, bitch?!" I said, pushing my hands under her ass to gather her shirt under her armpits, exposing her chest more fully to me. I took a nipple in my mouth and started sucking and nibbling on it. Again, her noises reverted to muffled whimpers of lust.

Throughout it all, my muscular ministrations caused her honeypot to clutch and churn on my embedded dick, massaging my member with continual tight twitches.

Despite this, I felt mostly in control of my own release. "Time for the main event," I growl-whispered. Scooping my hands under her back, I found purchase by resting her shoulders on my arms, giving me leverage to force her body downward onto my cock. "Let's see if this pussy is everything I hoped it would be..."

And then I began to stroke, slowly at first but picking up tempo.

Obviously we hadn't done this exact position before — missionary with her hands tied above her head — but she still felt deliciously different. The alternate angle must have changed her pelvic tilt, because each thrust seemed to stimulate my cock in exciting new ways.

I fought to keep my head focused as I found my rhythm. "

Fuuuck,

this feels

so good,

" I said. "You're so wet and tight. Making me lose my damn mind."

Again, her moans indicated that she was getting what she wanted out of this encounter, and I was glad. I could just barely see her eyes in the dark (along with the rest of her face), but she had a different intensity than I'd remembered.

"Feel free to struggle, if it'll make it better for you," I said. "Especially if it'll help you pretend you don't want it."

After a moment, Bonnie started shifting her hips up at me... as if she were trying to buck me off her, but she only had the effect of driving me deeper into her depths.

"Oh, you think you're gonna get me off?! Well, you're right, but not in the way you think." I'm sure she heard my smile even in the darkness, because I felt another surge of wetness and heat from Bonnie's body, and she moaned as another wave of pleasure washed over her.

"You're really liking this, huh?" I said. "You've

gotta

be quiet. There are people sleeping here — a mom and dad. You want the mom stepping in and seeing you like this, a squirming bitch cumming all over some unfamiliar cock? What would she say, seeing this tight teenage slut, begging with her body's obscene noises to be used and abused by some hungry attacker?"

I think my dirty talk was having the desired effect, because she was rolling her hips into me. The motion caused new corners of her honeypot to flit against my swollen shaft, driving me to more-feverish heights of arousal. Occasionally Bonnie would shift such that I'd hit the back of her womb, eliciting a feminine grunt that was a sliver of discomfort and a gallon of pleasure.

"Oh, you

like

that, huh? The old woman of the house seeing you thrashing in passion as you're taken by a big, new dick? What about the dad? Imagine him standing in the doorway, watching your tight, wet pussy get pounded by some stranger's huge cock. Just picture his tiny penis twitching sadly as he looks you in the eyes, this hot young woman getting taken right in front of him. Picture his gut-clenching desire to get a piece of it himself but knowing he never will, your shrieks echoing in his ears and making him crazy with lust."

This monologue seemed to drive her to even greater heights, and her covered moans became screams of release, her cunny convulsing in spastic waves as she came on my cock.

"

Gnnngh..

Hard to focus, you're driving my dick so crazy. So you

like

getting watched by some strange guy while you're being raped in his own son's bed? What kind of slut are you?!"

Her head was thrashing around as her body rode its own release, and still I continued stoking her mind while plunging into her with hard, urgent thrusts. "Crap, I'd wanted to last longer; if I'm risking 20 years in prison, I want to get as much as I can. But you're just too fuckin' hot. You're gonna make me cum soon. You know that?!"

Her own breathing was coming back under control but still her mewling and muffled muttering betrayed ongoing waves of pleasure.

"You want that,

huh?

Some strange cock exploding in you because he just can't help himself? Fuck, how nasty is that, having an unknown man blast his baby batter into your unprotected womb? Maybe you'll get knocked up tonight... it'd serve you right, riding your release like that on some new dick in the dark."

We didn't have to worry — Bonnie had an IUD — but I knew she had some kind of breeding kink. Again, my words seemed effective, and she started bucking me differently... as if she were pretending she didn't want me cumming inside her.

"No use in struggling; it'll only drive me further into your fertile depths, making sure I get all that nasty cum so much deeper." This caused her to thrash more. "Oh, you

want

that?! You want to get knocked up on this, the night you get raped? How twisted! What if the mom saw you now? Would she have any tips for your pregnancy and birth, to make sure you were the best mom possible? Or would she just watch your breasts swell with milk, your tummy distending obscenely as your body nurtured and grew the results of our obscene, illegal union?"

I could sense by her breathing that Bonnie was getting close to another explosion in her body and brain. I felt especially proud, because I'd never been able to give her two orgasms in a single session before ("too sensitive," Bun said).

"Picture the moment your water breaks, in nine months, soaking the floor like the bed is soaked with your juices now. The pain of birth wreaking havoc on the same hole I'm raping now. Just imagine... I'm who made you a mother."