This story consists of rape and incest. For those that have no problem with incest but have issues with rape, then don't read it. Personally both are considered wrong in society but guess what people, below is just a story. I also would like to add this not only has incest in it but also rape. Many of you complain about rape stories, well I for one want to make it clear: it's just a story. Also, I had someone edit this and I hated their version so this is my raw un-edited version that I decide to finally post. I am not a professional, just a lot of desires and fantasies: many I act on and others I write about. I have very little time for writing so what I do is quick and ruff at times. If you are looking for professional writing, I am far from it. But if you want to read it for the eroticism then by all means enjoy. Also, it's short how I like many of the stories that I read. So after reading all of this and you still read it, well thanks.
There comes a time in every man's life that he gives into his desires and emotions. For example: just recently Tiger Woods has received unwanted public attention about giving into his, it's about time I share mine. However, with mine I needed a little help to avoid disaster, and achieve success.
It all started with my mother; from how she carries herself to how she dresses, or lack of dress around the house that slowly but surely pushed me over the edge. A son can only take so much temptation before he either finds release somewhere else, or decides to give into those temptations and take what he really wants. For me what I wanted was my mother and I finally had enough; I was and will take what I want.
Mom is a good person all and all, but with that she has a tendency to flaunt herself around the house. Whether she is walking around in her boy shorts and tight short t-shirt, or just coming out of the shower in a very short towel and just happen to be bending over to get something out of the fridge knowing full well I can see her clear as day. She keeps rubbing it into my face what I can't have: so she thinks.
It took some planning but I finally figured out a way to get what my desires needed, I just need a little help from a good friend and a reliable sleeping pill. The pill I speak of is something my mom whom has been taking for years to help her sleep. She didn't need it all the time, just usually took it when she really wanted a long rest; I kind of figured this out with living her for so long, and noticing her snoring louder than usual during those times.
My partner in crime is also my friend Charlie whom wanted my mom as much as me if not more. After laying out my plan to Charlie he was in, and I took steps to make sure our secret would be taken to our graves: trust me I am very careful.
It was a Friday night and I told my mom I was going out with Charlie; this was also after I learned that she was going to stay in and read a book. Knowing my mother usually enjoys a nice glass of wine with her book I knew that was the night that my plan would finally take place. Going into the zip-lock bag that I kept hidden for so long, I removed half of one of my mother's sleeping pill, just enough to knock her out but not too much that she would be sleeping all night. I crushed it up, and mixed it in her wine while she went to pee. After she came out of the bathroom I gave her a kiss on the cheek and went out to meet with Charlie.
Parked around the corner Charlie and I waited the estimated time I figured that it would take for the pill to kick in. About 30 minutes later we slid in through an unlocked window that I prepared before I left. Grabbing the ski masks, and the several pieces of rope I had previously hidden we began our journey to my mother's room. With Charlie following close behind I quietly checked on our soon to be victim. Turns out I was right about how long it would take for the medication to have it's effect on her for I found lying on to of her covers with the book on the floor while wearing one of her baby-doll tops with her yellow thong on.
Giving Charlie the signal we quickly took action securing my mother to all four corners of the bed. Using the rope we secured her legs and arms to both ends of the bed posts and began phase two of the plan. Using ammonia we quickly brought my mother out of her slumber with her quickly realizing she was bounded to the bed and being looked upon by two guys dressed in black, which resulted in a look of terror on her face.
"What do you want?" she asked.
Not saying a word we began to take position: Charlie on one side of the bed and me on the other. Climbing with confidence on both sides, we reach out and began to slowly caress and feel up those smooth legs that I pictured so many times over and over again wrapped around my head as I ate her pussy. Those legs were a thing of beauty: tan, long and defined. She really could have been a leg model, if not more. Hell, on days when she wore heels and a long skirt with the slit on the side to weddings that she dragged me to, I couldn't tell you how man times I caught the men in the place and even ladies stealing glances of wonderful assets that she ran so many miles to achieve.
"Stop touching me. What do you want? Money? Take it's in my purse in the kitchen." my mother said louder.
Ignoring her we continued to caress her smooth silky tanned legs while watching them quiver in fear and anticipation of what we were about to do.
"STOP TOUCHING ME!!! STOP IT! My son will be home any minute" she said with a tear in her eye.
Knowing full well she was lying I continued my caresses while Charlie began to slide up her nighty releasing her full luscious breasts for our eyes to see. Those wonderful hills of flesh were her second if not her 3rd wonderful asset: close competition for her tight curve rear. But it was quite obvious her rear was the last thing on Charlie's mind for while I was working my way between her legs Charlie was taking a more of a sitting position on her stomach but controlling how much weight he put on her toned belly, and leaned over and began to tweak her nipples.
While letting Charlie have his fun with her tits, I began to get comfortable between those luscious legs, and admiring the yellow V that I begin to notice showing signs of secretions. Easing my head down lower to get a better view I suddenly hear...
"STOP PLEASE STOP...PLEASE YOU DON'T WANT TO DO THIS! There is no need for this. What have I done to you to deserve this" she says as she begins to whimper.
"If you only new" I thought to myself.
With Charlie as well as myself ignoring her pleas for us to stop, I remove the Spyderco folding knife I kept hidden behind my black long johns, and using it I cut all three straps of her thong. Pealing back the pieces I start to pull the thong in an upward motion causing the thong to forcefully slide between the crack of her ass as well as her pussy.
"Mmmmmmmm...." A sound that came from mother.
Thinking to myself, did I hear her right? There is no way I just heard her show signs of not approval but rather signs of sexual enjoyment." Thinking about this some more "What kind of mother is she to actually having signs of enjoyment?"
Then again who am I to complain let alone over think such things. For crying out loud I am the one in a ski mask, secured my mother to a bed, and cut off her thong, and on top of that it was all against her will. Then again, maybe I just need to stop thinking and start doing, for it turns out Charlie is way ahead of me on that one.
Right before Charlie enters her mouth, and I was about to take my first lick after rolling up the ski mask just enough to get some air and give room for my tongue to extend I hear mother saying, "OOOO God please stop. It's not too late, I won't say anything to anyone. Whoever you are just stop. Please please please just stommmmmffffffffff" It was at that point that Charlie took that opportunity to shut her up with his long hard piece of man meat. I have to give the kid credit, he definitely inherited a nice size tool; granted mine isn't that bad either, but Charlie's, well let's just say I don't think it's his looks that kept him a virgin, it's his dick that scare most of the young girls away. Most think he will rip them apart with what he has between his legs; there is something to be said about being too big.
While Charlie is having his way with her mouth, and possibly her throat, I finally get to experience what I so longed for: tasting that sweet nectar of mommy's juices. Turns out her juices are much sweeter than I imagined. It doesn't tasty musty at all like you read in the stories, it's almost as sweet as a bottle of my favorite juice. Lapping up her juices, I come to realize that if she is flowing like she is, I can only come to one conclusion, she is actually enjoying this. My mother must be one kinky woman to be getting on off being dominated or for a better word raped.
