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First Published: 03 November 2015

It Should Never Have Happened
by Isabella

Story Code: M/F, m/F, Mm/F, Incest, Interracial, Mum/Son

As a divorced mother of an eighteen year old boy I knew better than most what it was like to go without, go without holidays, a car, new clothes and... Well, I guess there was no need to go without the last thing, it's not like it cost anything but I put my life on hold for Robin for the past ten years so that he had stable home life. I knew so many kids who went seriously off the rails because of family break-ups and I wasn't about to jeopardise Robin's future for a quick fumble with a stranger.

Robin had finished his last exam of Sixth Form College and was working at a famous fast food chain serving cheap burgers to the masses, long hours, sometimes unsocial and always underpaid. On Friday he'd started work at nine o'clock in the morning and was scheduled to do a twelve hour shift, as I was starting early on Saturday morning I had taken my shower and was watching TV in my nighty, I usually went straight to bed as soon as Robin arrived home from work. I was expecting him to get home between ten past nine and a quarter past, depending on how fast he peddled his bike home.

The front door bell rang at ten past nine, 'Stupid boy's forgot to take his keys again!' ran through my mind, one of the reasons I waited up for him to get home from work was that he often forgot his keys. I opened the living room door and reached out for the latch on the front door because all I had on was my nighty and didn't want anyone out in the road to see me through the glass of the front door.

I was a little surprised when Robin didn't walk through the door so I had to peer around the corner, there was an Afro-Caribbean boy standing on the garden path, nothing unusual about that round here but to have one knocking at my door at that time of the night was unusual. The young man hadn't spotted that I'd unlatched the door and was looking around, looking up and down the road; he had a massive rucksack on his back that looked very heavy.

"Can I help you?"

My voice made the young man jump and he spun around on his heels, "I'm Winston Mrs. Robin, your son told me to meet him here after work, is he back yet?"

"No, he should be here any minute though."

"He told me to meet him here to celebrate our exam results, should I wait out here for him?"

"He hasn't received his results yet; they should have been posted out yesterday and should have been here by today but our postman's always a day later than the ones in the city."

"I got mine this morning, I got three A's, better than predicted, Robin's bound to get three A-stars, he's much smarter than me!"

"You've come over from the City?"

"Yep, my dad dropped me off after buying me a crate of beer for getting such good results."

"You'd better come in and wait then..."

It was less an act of kindness on my part and more a preservation of our reputation, a black man hanging around in the street around here would generate many calls to the local police station and a visit from the duty Bobby.

"...Just give me a second to make myself decent!"

I pulled my dressing gown on and turned around to see Winston standing in the doorway, his coal black face split by a wide grin of brilliantly white teeth, then he shook his head and said, "Pity you had to cover up, you looked beautiful in that lovely nighty."

I felt myself colour up at the young man's comment and felt an overwhelming need to say something, 'Get out of my house' sprang to mind but instead I asked if he'd like a coffee or a cup of tea.

"I've brought beer Mrs. Robin; you can share some with me if you like. Robin said that you usually go to bed as soon as he comes home and you could sleep through a war zone!"

"It's Mrs Clark, not Mrs Robin, or, or Victoria if you prefer, even Vicky as a last resort."

Winston chuckled, "My dad always said that Skegness was the last resort he'd ever go too so your nickname should be Skeggy, not Vicky!"

I fetched Winston a glass from the kitchen but by the time I returned to the living room Winston was drinking out of a can and he'd taken a cardboard box from his rucksack with twenty-three other pint cans of lager in it. He took the glass from my hand, deliberately letting his hand linger on mine as he took the glass. I thought that he was going to drink his beer from the glass but as soon as he filled it he passed it back to me. "I can't drink this I have work in the morning, I need to be able to drive."

Saved by the bell came to mind, just at that moment my mobile phone rang, "This will be Robin telling me where he's got to."

"Hi mum, my boss has asked me to go back into work; there's been an accident on the main road, the police think the road will be closed all night and they want us to open so people can get food and drink and use the toilets. I couldn't actually get close to the village on the road because the petrol tanker in the centre of the smash is blocking the road into the village and because it's full of fuel no one can go near to it. I'll be home as soon as I can be; I can take the footpath across the fields when I'm ready. Oh and mum, my friend from school was supposed to be coming to celebrate finishing school, he's probably stuck out on the road because of the accident..."

I interrupted him, "You're friend arrived about fifteen minutes ago, his father dropped him off"

"Mum, tell Winston to ring his dad, he could be stuck in the jam or something, mum, look after Winston for me, there's no way he'll be able to get home tonight."

I told Winston that Robin was held up at work and that Robin had suggested that he call his father to make sure that he was okay. Winston phoned his father, he was pacing up and down the living room as he talked, he covered the mouthpiece of the phone, "My dad didn't even make it out onto the main road, he's stuck on the road out of the village, he's asked me if there's another way out of the village."

I shook my head, "We can only get out of the village and head into the city, if we want to go east we have to go west towards the city first and go all the way round the first roundabout."

Winston had another little conversation with his father then I heard a news flash on the TV, Police were advising people to avoid the area, they were going to have to stabilise the accident first, remove all of the injured people and then empty the petrol tanker, they were saying that the road could be closed for twelve hours or more.

"Winston, you'd better tell your father that the road will be closed all night, if he can turn around he should come back here and sit it out with us."

Because of the uncertainty of getting to work in the morning I phoned my boss up to ask him what I should do, he thanked me for bringing the accident to his attention, at least he now had the opportunity to replace me with someone that lived in the city and wouldn't be held prisoner by one closed road.

The doorbell went again and I opened it, Winston's father was a monster of a man, he looked like he was over six-five tall and the physique of a body builder, huge chest muscles, huge arms muscles and a narrow waist all sitting on top of massive thighs. I went from never having a black man in my house to two in just thirty minutes.

Winston handed me the glass of beer again, now that I wasn't going to work early in the morning I didn't have an excuse not to drink it. Winston's father's name was Glenroy and he quickly dived into the box of beer along with his son. I could see quite a lot of non-verbal communications going on between the two of them and lots of smiling and nodding in my direction and then Winston said, "You should have come in with me earlier dad, Victoria was only wearing a pretty pink nighty with nothing under it to hide her beautiful body!"

Glenroy looked over at me and grinned at me hungrily, "Well, that doesn't seem fair, you show my boy everything and then hide it from me Vicky, you prefer young boys to adult men?"

I almost choked on my beer, "It wasn't like that at all, I was expecting my son not a stranger at my door."

"Well all I can say is your son is a very lucky boy if he gets to see your beautiful body after a long day at work, I often hear from Winston that your Robin tells him all about you at school, I'm often told that Robin has the prettiest mum in the area but I never believed him until now."

I drank my beer far too fast under the barrage of flirting from Winston and Glenroy, I had no idea just how much I was drinking because every time my glass left my lips either Winston or Glenroy tipped a little more into it from their cans. I felt myself starting to relax and Glenroy jumped to his feet, "Can I put some music on Vicky?"

"Help yourself!"

Glenroy stood above me; he smiled down at me and nodded his head, "I usually do!"

Glenroy turned my music system on and sorted through my small collection of albums, CDs and tapes, he found my Marvin Gay album and put it on the turntable, I was conscious of him dancing behind the sofa I was sitting on, he danced to the corner of the room and turned on the standard lamp, then he danced across the room and turned the main light off.

Glenroy nodded to the coffee table in the middle of the room and his son helped him move it to one side and then Glenroy danced over to where I was sitting and he pulled me to my feet, I resisted him but he was so powerful he just held onto me until I stopped struggling, as we started to dance he slipped his left hand behind my head and applied a little pressure to the back of my head and drew my face against his. As he planted his lips against mine I struggled again but as he forced his tongue into my mouth I stopped struggling again and just carried on dancing together kissing.

By track five on my favourite album I had stopped struggling all together and was just loving the feeling of a hard-bodied man paying me attention and when I say hard-bodied I do mean in that one very special place that he was rubbing against my belly as we danced. Once Glenroy felt me melt into his arms he stopped holding my head in place and his left hand eased the neck of my dressing gown and nighty open as wide as it would go and he kissed his way down to my neck making my legs go weak.

I looked nervously over my shoulder at Winston, he was just sitting there drinking beer, watching his father and me dancing, there was a very obvious lump in his trousers that his right hand was resting on, well, I say resting, more a slow rubbing action going on. I felt the neck of my nighty suddenly slip open wider, past my shoulder and Glenroy's mouth followed the opening of my nighty.

I felt another movement in my nighty and realised that Glenroy was actually opening the ribbons that should be holding my nighty closed and as he was doing that he was also unbuttoning the front of his own shirt. My face was pulled back to focus on Glenroy as my left breast started to pop out into the room he kissed me on my lips again and pressed his chest against my breast sending little electrical jolts through my body as he brushed the course curly hairs on his chest over my nipple.

Glenroy lifted my left breast up and slipped his face down to suck my nipple into his mouth, I heard the sound of movement behind me and I looked over my shoulder, Winston was no longer sitting down watching us dance, his can of beer was on the coffee table and he was taking his shirt off as he closed the distance between his seat and where I was now standing still, my nipple being tortured with pain and pleasure in his father's mouth.

Winston kissed my lips over my shoulder and I felt his body bend slightly and realised that he was pulling his feet out of his trousers, then he lifted my hair off of my neck, he kissed and then bit hard on the nape of my neck. When he stood up again I felt the head if his sixteen year old cock easing between my bum cheeks as he reached around my body and began easing my nighty away from the right side of my body.

I looked back at Winston again and as he kissed me again his father's lips left my breast, he stepped away from me and when he returned and pulled my mouth away from his son I felt red hot cock pressing between my legs, now a cock pressing between my legs front and back.

It had taken just a few seconds for all three of us to be totally naked in my living room, Glenroy was trying to get into position to fuck me standing up but he was too tall for that, then he lost his patience and dragged me towards the doorway out onto the stairs, I didn't resist, not even as he pulled me past the glass front door, both of us totally naked. I looked back, Winston was carrying the beer including my glass that was once again full of beer.

I directed Glenroy to my bedroom and my bed, he had me pinned down on my back in a second and was lining his cock up with my cunt as Winston closed my bedroom door behind him. I gasped out in pain and pleasure and a nine inch cock plunged bullock deep into my body and Glenroy began to hump into my body like a beautiful black stallion. I was instantly gasping through my first orgasm for many years, well, the first one that wasn't delivered by my own index finger.

I felt hot sticky liquid against my lips as Winston pushed his young cock against my mouth, his ball of pre-cum leading the way. I'd never been keen on sucking a cock when I was married but back then men didn't expect it as a right but with the advent of the internet, if one man gets his cock sucked, every man on the planet expects to get his cock sucked too.

I opened my mouth and took Winston's cock in my mouth, I was glad that his cock was shorter and thinner than his father's or his inexperienced thrusting into my mouth could have really caused me problems. It took Glenroy less than ten minutes to cum in my cunt, he didn't even ask if it were safe for him to leave his deposit in me, he just let fly, filling me up with his baby-making soup.

He rested on top of me as he got his breath back and as his breathing returned to normal he said, "You ever take a cock up your bum Vicky?"

I shook my head which was difficult as I was still attached by the throat to his son's cock. "My boy needs to learn how to do anal if he's not going to get every girl on our estate pregnant."

Glenroy flipped me onto my face and pulled my bum cheeks apart, "Use plenty of my spunk on your cockhead before you force it up her, don't let her screams put you off, you're doing it for her own good!"

I felt Winston drag his cock through my pussy lips to get a coating of his father's spunk on his cock and then he took a careful aim on my anal muscle, he pushed hard causing me to scream in pain and then took a second dredge through my cunt to collect more spunk and this time, as I bit down on my pillow as the pain of Winston's cock invading my bum wracked down on me.

Glenroy kept checking his son's progress and when he was happy that his son's cock was all the way in my bum he said, "Right, stop pushing, hold yourself in her and roll on to your back with her on top of you."

Glenroy forced my legs wide apart, took his cock in his hand, I was looking down I could see Winston's balls pressing against my wide open anal muscle and then the view was blocked by Glenroy's cock head as it forced my labia apart and suddenly I was filled with two cocks at the same time. Winston just lay there as his father fucked me and he climaxed in sympathy with his father just from the feeling of his father's cock rubbing against his own through my own perineum and the effects of my own orgasm causing my anal muscle to grip and relax on his cock.

The fucking was over by one o'clock in the morning, the three of us were just lying on my bed, all of us naked and uncovered, spooning together and sleeping. "Mum, I said to look after Winston but this isn't what I meant!"

Robin sounded angry at catching me in bed with his school friend and his friend's father with traces of spunk covering most of my body but the smile on his face gave away that he wasn't actually angry with me. I was scrabbling to try and get a hold of the sheet that should have been covering my body but before I could cover myself Robin was naked and walking on his knees up the bed between Glenroy's and my bodies. He kissed me and buried his cock in my cunt and fucked me, "I should have had first dibs mum, you're a little loose after taking Glen's python!"

I know that I should have stopped my son but I'd already sunk so low and been driven to such sexual highs after so long that I just wanted it all to carry on for as long as possible.

I was fortunate to start my period the following week so at least I wouldn't be spitting out a baby any time soon, it could have been a big issue if I had been pregnant and it had come out as a white baby because of the possible genetic problems and a problem with the neighbours if I had had a brown baby.

Robin moved all of his stuff into my bedroom after that first night; he used my cunt every night during my safe period and my bum during my fertile period. He shared me with Winston often and with Winston and Glenroy on special occasions.

I know that it shouldn't have happened but after so many years of a life without love I was really glad that it did

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