Justice has run its course, but my family is going to pay...
NOTE: this is the sequel of my previous story entitled "Robbed".
After the robbery, our lives seemed a living hell: mom was afraid even of her shadow and about me, well, I was no longer able to look at mom, without imagining her naked.
Fortunately dad took control of the situation: we moved, and dad made sure that the new apartment had every kind of safety device. Alarm system for door and windows, reinforced door, video intercom...our house was a small fort!
Our life was slowly returning to normal ... when we were informed of the arrest of the robber.
We had to testify at the trial: reporting the facts to the police had been embarrassing, but to repeat the story in public was a torture, especially for Mom.
Anyway, though I had been insecure, mom recognized the burglar with certainty, and this was enough to convict him. During my deposition, I had noticed a man in the audience looking at me intensely; my father must have noticed him too, because he immediately asked our lawyer if he knew him. "He's the burglar's brother", the answer was. However, with the conviction of the robber, the whole story seemed definitely closed and we finally went back to our lives.
About a month after the trial, my parents and I were coming back home from a dinner with friends; mom had at last started to leave the house without fear and the evening had been very pleasant.
We were on the landing, in front of our apartment, and dad was going to open the door, when they appeared out of nowhere. Four men, their faces covered by hoods and guns in their hands. They forced my father to open the door and deactivate the alarm system, then came inside with us and closed the door behind them: we were now locked up in our fortress, just with those it should have taken out!
Mom was terrified, while dad was calm and lucid. He showed them where was the money and valuables, but they interrupted him brutally. "All in good time ...", said one of them.
When another of them ordered us to undress, I seemed to live in a frightening deja vu.
Anyway we obeyed, removing our clothes, until we remained, dad and I in underwear and socks, and mom in bra and panties.
The one who seemed to be the boss came forward and hissed: "Go on, I want to see you naked!
Reluctantly, we did as we were ordered.
One of the men gave to me and dad two pills for each, telling us to swallow them. They looked in our mouths., to make sure that we had really swallowed.
Then they took out from a bag several hanks of rope: I already knew what awaited us!
They tied our arms in a very strange way: they made us overlap our forearms behind our backs, so that each of our hands was close to the opposite elbow. They took a long piece of rope and wrapped it several times around our chests, then around each of our arms above the elbows, then they connected this rope to our forearms. Our arms were completely immobilized and fixed to our bodies.
On mom they used two pieces of rope, wrapping one above and one below her breasts: due to those ropes and to the position of her arms, her breasts were protruding...despite of the dangerousness of our situation, I could not help but find my mother extremely exciting!
They took mom's bra and forced it into dad's mouth, securing it with duct tape; then did the same with my mouth and mom's panties and with mom's mouth and one of my socks. Finally they forced us to sit on the floor, side by side, our backs against the wall and tied our legs at the ankles and knees.
Then they sat on chairs in front of us, doing nothing but look and laugh at us.
We sat there silent and frightened: this wasn't a robbery, it was clear, so what did they wanted from us?
Mom was sitting between me and dad. I realized that I could touch lightly her fingers with my fingertips. She looked at me scared, her eyes were veiled with tears.
The robbers did not seem to have any hurry: they remained sat there for a while, laughing and making lewd comments about our nakedness.
Meanwhile I could not avoid looking at my mother's breasts ... on the other hand, she immediately noticed my erection: the feeling of deja vu was getting stronger!
Compared to last time, now I had an extra stimulus: I was tasting my mother's panties, my mouth was steeped in her vaginal fluids!
I noticed that also my father had an erection. It seemed strange: he should have been accustomed to seeing his wife naked!
I can not say how much time had passed, but suddenly the four men stood up. They moved one of the living room furniture in the middle of the room. It was a rectangular coffee table, with solid legs connected in pairs by horizontal supports along the short side.
They untied mom's legs and made her lay face downwards on the table, with her legs spread on either side. They tied her upper body to the table top and each of her knee to a leg of the table: a position that did not promise anything good! Mom had to think the same way because she began to mmmmmpphhh furiously, but the thieves did not showed any compassion and continued their work.
They help dad to stand up, made him hop towards the coffee table and kneel on the floor, behind mom. Then I witnessed something shocking: I saw them introduce to force dad's erected penis in mom's anus! The operation took some time and had to be painful for my mother: her mmmmmmpphhing became hysterical; if she had not been gagged, I believe that her screams would have waked the whole neighborhood!
