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From: Scorpio00155 <scorpio00155@my-deja.com>
Subject: {ASSM} Story - Raping Mother (MMM/F, inc, son-mom, nc, gang)
Date: Sat, 20 Jan 2001 09:10:02 -0500
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Raping Mother
by Scorpio00155 (c)

Amanda was looking forward to a peaceful evening, especially as her
thirteen year old son Mark was going to be out at a party half the
night, it was a chance to relax and not have to worry about anything
but what she wanted for a change.  She sighed at the thought of some
free time for herself, at the same time wondering just when her son and
his two friends, Tom and Bob, would be leaving for this party of
theirs.  Right now they were downstairs in the living room, talking,
well what teenagers these days called talking, to Amanda it was more
like shouting.  She was also pretty sure they were taking advantage of
her being upstairs to sneak a crafty drink from her liquor cabinet
before they went off to their party.

The sound of the telephone ringing interrupted Amanda's thoughts,
sighing she went to lift the receiver when she heard her son shouting
up the stairs.

"I'll get it mum."

Obviously he had been expecting a call; no doubt he'd let her know if
it was for her.  When there was no shout up the stairs after a minute
Amanda assumed the call had been for Mark and carried on with what she
had been doing originally, getting ready to take a shower.  Her plan
for the evening was to shower, dress up and call one of her 'men'
friends over to help her while away the hours that Mark would be at his
party, she knew just who she was going to call and just what they would
be doing to pass the time.  Grinning in anticipation Amanda laid out
her clothes on the bed, a slinky dress in black that she knew only too
well showed her still firm body off perfectly, beneath the dress a
filmy bra and panty set made of sheer material that hid little if
anything of what they covered.  To complete the ensemble self-grip
stockings and high heels, she knew a garter belt would add to the look,
but she never felt comfortable in the things and found they pinched in
a clinch.  Smiling at her 'pinch', 'clinch' thought Amanda quickly
stripped and headed for the bathroom, as always she paused in front of
the full length mirror and gave herself a once over.

"Not bad at all for a woman of thirty-seven." she smiled at her
reflection.

Nor was she wrong in her assessment, her body was trim and firm thanks
to daily workouts at the gym, her breasts, though not overly large,
were equally as firm and more than enough to satisfy most men.  Rubbing
her pubic mound Amanda decided she was feeling a little stubbly, she'd
shave her pussy while in the shower, shaving her pussy made it easier
to change the colour of her long flowing hair from time to time, right
now it was her natural colour, blonde, next week?  Who knew?

In no rush at all Amanda enjoyed her shower, even took time out to play
with herself a little both before and after shaving her pussy, an
action that always turned her on anyway.  Eventually she stepped out
stepped out of the shower, dried and went into the bedroom to dress,
her thoughts already looking ahead to her evening of 'fun', her body
already aroused by her shower-time solo pleasures.  Dressed, hair
brushed and tied back in a ponytail, make-up in place Amanda looked at
herself in the full-length mirror and smiled.

"Good enough to eat." she laughed at her reflection.

On that note she headed down to the living room with the thought of
calling her special friend and inviting him over, she knew he would
come whatever he was doing.  As Amanda reached the bottom of the stairs
she was puzzled to hear the sound of glass on glass coming from the
living room, it had been so quiet for a while she had thought, with
some relief, that Mark and his friends had already gone.  Entering the
living room she felt annoyance rising in her, not only were the three
boys not gone, they were slouched on the furniture with full glasses of
amber fluid in their hands, a two thirds empty scotch bottle on the
floor by her son's feet confirmed what was in the glasses.  The bottle
had only been put out that day, it had been full when she had gone up
for her shower, and she felt her annoyance grow even more.

"I thought you were going out." Amanda said sharply to her son.

"I was," he responded with a half grin "only the party is off, so I
thought me and my mates would stop in."

"Stop in and drink my scotch." Amanda snorted "I don't suppose it
occurred to you that I may have made plans for tonight?"

"Yeah, well," Mark drawled "it had kinda occurred to me when I saw you
all tarted up."

Tom and Bob sniggered at his words, which annoyed Amanda even more,
Mark's little rebellions had been getting a bit much of late and this
was the final straw as far as she was concerned.  Before she could say
anything, though, her son was speaking again.

"We'd rather have been at the party, isn't our fault the thing got
cancelled."

"And I suppose it's not your fault that the scotch is all but gone?"
Amanda retorted.

"Well," Mark grinned "I guess we needed to drown our sorrows.  'Sides,
there's enough left for you to have a drinkies too."

"Damn it Mark," Amanda snapped, she turned to the other two youths and
continued, "this has gone far enough.  Tom, Bob, time for you to go."

Neither of them moved; their only reaction was to give her lopsided
grins and to raise their half full glasses to her.

"Aww mum," Mark wheedled "don't go all rigid on us, we're down and out
already.  Have a drink with us then the lads can go on their way."

Against her better judgement Amanda agreed, especially as Mark had got
up to fix her a drink as he had spoken, she felt no less annoyed
though, all her plans for the evening were out the window.  Accepting
the drink her son held out to her Amanda sat herself down in an
armchair and took a deep swallow from it, the alcohol warmed it's way
down her throat as she sat back and looked at the three youths.  Taking
another swallow Amanda felt herself relaxing a little, perhaps she was
being a bit hard on them, after all, as Mark had pointed out, it wasn't
their fault that the party had been called off at the last moment.  She
felt some of her annoyance fading, only to be replaced by a touch of
frustration, she really had been looking forward to a good time and
was, she was surprised to discover, still feeling turned on from her
playing with herself in the shower.  Sighing Amanda drained her glass
and put it on the coffee table, she'd barely sat back when Mark was on
his feet, he took her glass, refilled it and came back to where she sat.

"You look as though you need this as much as we do." he commented as he
handed her the full glass.

Before sitting down again Mark topped up his friend's glasses with
scotch, Amanda made no comment, but did make a mental note to deduct
the cost of the scotch from Mark's allowance, time he learnt that
things don't just grow on trees.  Sipping her drink she crossed her
legs and leant back in the chair, gradually a warm glow spread over her
and she began to feel relaxed in herself.  Looking over the rim of her
glass Amanda noted that all three boys were looking at her with what
could only be described as leers on their faces, it suddenly dawned on
her that sitting as she was she was showing off a good deal of
stockinged leg.  She grinned into her glass at the thought of the three
teenagers getting a kick out of looking at her legs, emptying the glass
in one long swallow Amanda held it up and looked at Mark.

"Another?" he asked.

"Please." she smiled.

He got up and refilled her glass again, out of the corner of her eye
Amanda saw that Tom and Bob were still gazing with horny teenage eyes
at her legs and she decided she was going to have a little fun teasing
these boys.  Not that it would make up for not getting laid that night,
but it would be a subtle and sweet revenge to send the two boys home
later on feeling as frustrated as she was.  It didn't occur to her that
her own son would be feeling that frustration too, or that they may
have other ideas.

"Here you mum." Mark said as he handed her a full glass.

Mark sat himself back down again, his eyes once more returning to his
mothers legs, leaning forward slightly he tried to see up her skirt,
but her position was such that he could see no further than the lower
swell of her thighs.  Glancing across at his mates he could see they
were as intent on the view as he was, and wishing they could see more
too.  The three boys looked at each other and grinned then turned their
attention back to Marks mother, in that one look, that one grin, the
three boys had agreed on a course of action.

Amanda had noticed the boys look at each other then grin, but she
thought nothing of it, she was too busy being amused by their efforts
to see up her skirt without appearing to be doing so.  Deliberately she
shuffled slightly so that her dress would ride up a little, she smirked
into her glass as the boys all went wide eyed and leant a little
further forward, she knew they couldn't see much of anything, but they
were getting hopeful that she'd move enough to allow them a glimpse of
something more.  She'd tease them a little more; maybe let them get a
glimpse of her stocking tops then pull the rug out from under them.
Once again she shuffled in the chair as she shifted position slightly,
this time the dress rode up slightly more than she'd actually intended
it to, but Amanda only smiled softly to herself at the thought that
they may just get a glance at her flimsy panties.  She could see the
boys were getting turned on by what she was doing, even Mark, which
surprised her, and she waited for a few moments before making her move
to dash their hot little hormones with cold water.

"Enjoying the view?" she asked in a sarcastic voice some minutes later.

"Geez, yeah!" Tom grinned barely raising his eyes.

"You got great legs Mrs. W." Bob grinned.

This was not at all the response Amanda was expecting, she had expected
them to blush and get all flustered with embarrassment, instead she was
the one feeling flustered, unsure whether to tell them off for staring
at her legs or thank them for their compliment.  When Mark spoke she
couldn't believe her ears, she was too stunned to do more than smile
weakly at her son and his two friends.

"You've got damned good legs mum," Mark grinned "as you already know or
you wouldn't be flashing them at us that way."

In disbelief Amanda heard the three of them start up a conversation
with her as the central topic, they were talking as though she was not
in the room.

"I reckon your mum has to have the best legs of any girl we know." Bob
commented.

"Too right," Mark laughed coarsely "likes to spread 'em too."

"Wonder if the rest looks as good?" Tom smirked.

"I bet it does," Bob replied with a leer in Amanda's direction "I mean,
she looks real hot sitting there in that dress, what's under it has got
to look good to make that dress look so good."

"Well we could always find out." Mark grinned.

Mark's last comment sent a shiver down Amanda's spine, she was unsure
about the path the conversation was taking and was uncertain as to
where it was all leading.  Nor did the looks all three boys were giving
her do anything to calm her sudden nervousness, those looks spoke of
one thing and one thing only, pure lust!  Pulling herself together
Amanda started to get out of her chair, her only thought was to get out
of the room and up to her bedroom and let the boys do as they wished
downstairs.

"Leaving us mum?" Mark's voice caught her as she was leaning forward in
the chair.

"Uh, yes," she replied with a nervous smile "I thought I'd ...."

"Oh I don't think so." Mark drawled with a hint of menace in his
voice "In fact I think you want to stay right here and keep
us 'company', don't you."

Amanda didn't like the emphasise on the word company, but found herself
agreeing to stay with the boys, though she had the horrible feeling
growing in her that in agreeing to stay she had just made a horrible
mistake.  Nodding Mark went back to his conversation with his friends
while Amanda sat tensely in her chair tugging her dress hem down to
cover her slender legs.

"Aww," Tom commented "don't spoil the view Mrs. W., it was just getting
interesting."

Though he hadn't raised his voice there was a hint of menace in Tom's
softly spoken words, another shiver ran down her spine as she stopped
pulling the hem down.

"Hell mum," Mark said sharply "what you want to do that for.  Come on
flash the legs like you were before!"

The forcefulness in his words made her start, bewildered and becoming
more than a little scared Amanda pulled her dress up to the point it
had been before, her hands trembling as she did so.  She looked at Mark
and grew even more scared at the wild, lustful look in his eyes, her
concern grew as she saw the same look in the eyes of his two friends.
Mark spoke again making her jump a little.

"Just sit back and uncross your legs will you." He snapped out.

Almost without realising what she was doing Amanda did as her son
commanded, she knew that with her dress hitched the way it was and her
legs parted it wouldn't take much effort on their part to see right up
to her crotch.  The way they leant forward then smirked told her they
had seen her filmy panties, not only the panties but also her shaved
pussy through them.  Their next words only confirming this and filling
her with a mixture of dread and, what was worse, a flutter of arousal,
she felt ashamed of herself.  How could this frightening situation be
turning her on?

"Damn," Bob laughed "lookit that!  The bitch has see-through panties
on!"

"Don't know why she bothers to wear 'em" Mark laughed, "She couldn't
show off more if she was without 'em."

"You are one lucky son-of-a-bitch Mark," Tom laughed loudly "having a
dish of a slut mum like that!"

"Yeah, guess I am." Mark laughed in reply "Hey, slut mum, pull your
dress up so we don't have to get a crick to see."

She felt her face going red with embarrassment, not just from the
words, but also from the looks they openly made up her dress and Mark's
command to her to pull her dress up for their convenience made her
blush even more with shame and humiliation.  Even so she did as he had
ordered, she knew she should have bolted for her room, but something
held in the chair and moved her hands to his whim, something
called 'fear' that was growing in her, the same fear that held a rabbit
motionless as the snake approached.  The three of them looked, leered,
and cheered as she drew the dress up to her waist, their eyes burning
hotly on her legs and pussy making her shame grow even more.

"Shit, just take the damned thing off mum!" Mark said sharply "May as
well take it all off, keep the stockings on though, I like the feel of
them."

Amanda stared at her son in disbelief, her eyes moved on to his friend
Tom then to Bob and back to Mark again.  What she saw drove her to her
feet; there was no mistaking the look of desire and intent to fulfil
that desire in their faces.  Barely had she taken a step towards the
living room door when she felt a hand grip her upper arm painfully
tightly, turning her head she saw it was her own son that was holding
her back.

"Going somewhere, mother dear?" Mark sneered at her "I don't think so.
Now, STRIP!"

He turned her around and pushed her further into the room, Amanda
couldn't believe what was happening, it was like some bad dream, a
nightmare that she wished she could wake up from.

"Mark, please ..." she pleaded with him.

"Oh fuck this!" Mark snapped.

Amanda had no warning, suddenly her son's hand slapped across her cheek
bringing tears to her eyes and fear to her heart, behind him she could
see his two friends laughing and smirking at her and her son's
actions.  She would have escaped were she able, but now the three of
them were between her and the living room door.  Mark looked at her,
then followed her eyes to the door to freedom, she saw his lips curl in
a sneer as he instructed Tom to lock the door and put the key in his
pocket.  Horrified Amanda watched Tom carry out her son's instructions;
wide eyed she looked back at Mark.

"Get 'em off, NOW!" Mark snapped.

She backed away from him, but the three of them moved with her, all of
them waiting for her to take off her clothes.

"NO!" Amanda snapped back "I won't do it."

She cried out as Mark slapped her across the cheek again, then she felt
the material of her dress being pulled, she jerked forward as the
material tore with a ripping sound.  She tried to cover herself with
her arms as she stared in horror at her son who had now tossed the
ruined dress aside and was reaching out to her again.  Even though she
knew there was nowhere to go Amanda ran, their cruel laughter chasing
her as she tried to get to the locked door, but Bob caught her, his
fingers digging into her upper arm painfully as she struggled to get
free.  She almost succeeded, but Tom took hold of her other arm in an
equally painful hold and between them the two boys held her struggling
form, turning her around to face her son.  She cried out as he slapped
her first across one cheek, then across the other, his voice rose in
laughter, then he reached out and tore her filmy bra from her breasts.

"Nice tits." he commented with a laugh "What d'you think boys?"

"Fucking A!" Tom laughed as he leaned over to look.

"Can't wait to get my hands on them!" Bob laughed.

"Not long now, Bobby boy." Mark laughed as he grasped her panties and
pulled.

"Oh God, no!" Amanda cried out "Mark, no!  You can't!  I'm your
mother!  Please!  Please don't do this Mark!"

All she got in reply was laughter from all three of them; tears filled
her eyes as she struggled against the two boys holding her, their
fingers digging cruelly into her arms.  Legs thrashing she tried to
kick out at them, but all she got from that was another slap from her
son and the sound of laughter in her ears.  Tom moved, for a moment she
saw a chance of breaking free only to have it dashed as Bob twisted her
arm up behind her back, moved behind her, grasped her other arm and
twisted it up as well.   Held as she was Amanda couldn't get away, even
struggling sent pain through her arms, nevertheless she continued to
struggle against Bob, even more so when she saw her son and Tom
starting to undress.

"Yeah," Bob breathed menacingly in her ear "that's right, we're going
to do you, bitch."

Amanda froze at the sight of Mark and Tom's erect pricks, but renewed
her struggles as they moved towards her.  Tom took over the hold from
Bob and while Bob undressed Tom pulled her tightly to him, his skin hot
against hers, his cock pressing at her buttocks.  Mark stood in front
of her, his face twisted in an evil grin of anticipation as he reached
out and started to play with her boobs.

"Mark first," Tom hissed in her ear "gonna be a right turn on watching
your son screw you.  Then me, then Bob."

"God no!" Amanda gasped.

"He won't help you." Mark laughed as he squeezed her boobs hard.

There was nothing gentle about her son's touch, his fingers dug into
her boobs as he kneaded them, when he turned his attention to her
nipples his fingers squeezed and twisted until she cried out.  To her
shame, despite all this, Amanda began to feel herself growing aroused
by her son's attention to her boobs, she could feel the heat growing in
her pussy as tears coursed their way down her cheeks.  Then one of her
son's hands was moving down her body, it pressed against her clit
briefly then slid down to her pussy, two fingers suddenly plunged into
her, the hand crushing her pussy lips as her son rammed his fingers
into her with cruel force.

"Jesus!" Mark laughed "What a whore!  She's fucking wet and enjoying
it!"

All three of them laughed at that, but Amanda only felt shame that her
body could react as it was under their assault, though she struggled it
did her no good, her arms were almost being pulled from their sockets
the way Tom had them twisted up behind her, but her feet were free for
all the good that did her.

"You want it," Tom breathed in her ear "you know you want it bitch.  A
little slut like you can't get enough of it."

Mark laughed as Tom spoke in her ear; she was determined to wipe that
laugh off his face no matter how briefly.  With a screech she kicked
out, her foot hitting him square in the groin with force, the laugh
died in his throat as he dropped to his knees gurgling in pain and
clutching at his groin.  Behind her Tom was so stunned by what had
happened he loosened his grip and she twisted free, turned and kneed
him in the groin, she had the satisfaction of seeing him go down before
a fist smashed into the back of her head, stunning her and sending her
to her knees.

"I'll fuckin' fix you, bitch!" Bob's voice spat out.

Amanda felt herself being dragged to her feet by her hair, then Bob
twisted her arms up behind her with a force that made her cry out
loudly, shaking her roughly Bob hissed dire threats at her.  Then Mark
was in front of her again, he seemed recovered from her kick, but he
was no longer smiling, instead there was a look of anger on his face.

"You'll pay for that!" he snarled menacingly.

Amanda spat at him; wiping the spittle from his face with one hand Mark
slapped her with the other.

"Get her down!" he snapped "Fuck warming her up!  Let's fucking do her!"

Before she could brace herself to resist Amanda felt herself being
thrust down onto the floor, she tried to roll over onto her stomach,
but cruel hands turned her onto her back.  Tom, now recovered as well,
took her arms and pulled them out level with her shoulders, then he
knelt on her upper arms with his full weight, Mark grasped her ankles
and despite her kicks forced her legs up to her shoulders.  Then he
pushed her legs open, in horror Amanda saw Bob lean over Tom and grab
hold of her ankles, holding her wide for her son's pleasure, Mark let
go of her and dropped his hands to her tits, his fingers leaving angry
red marks on her flesh as her cruelly played with her.  Then he once
again turned his attention to her nipples, teasing them cruelly with
his fingers, tugging at them and twisting them until Amanda cried out
in both pain and, to her mortification, excitement.  Through her
humiliation, fear and growing excitement Amanda constantly pleaded and
begged for them to stop, her words fell on deaf ears, the three boys
were intent on their actions.  Still struggling Amanda almost managed
to free one of her arms, but Tom and Bob, as though it were a practised
manoeuvre, shifted their positions until they were each kneeling on one
of her arms with their full weight.  She could feel pain in her arms as
their weight crushed down on her muscles and when they shifted the grip
on her ankles so that they had a leg apiece Amanda sobbed with the
knowledge that there was nothing she could do to stop what was
happening.

"Damn she's hot for it." Bob laughed as he pushed the leg he held to
one side, opening her pussy wider.

"And she's gonna get it!" Tom laughed as he too pushed her other leg
wider apart.

"No, please no." Amanda sobbed, "Mark, please!"

Mark's only response was to laugh then lean forward to suck one of her
nipples into his mouth, his free hand sliding down her body to her
pussy where he pressed hard against her clitoris before rubbing at it
forcefully.  Despite herself Amanda felt her body responding with
increased arousal to her son's rough handling, try as she might she
could not hold back the growing storm of the orgasm rising within her.
What was worse, her son knew she was responding, so too did his friends
and they laughed, joked and made coarse comments about her response.
She felt herself trembling on the brink of climax when Mark moved his
hand from her clit and plunged his fingers, into her pussy, the
sensation of his fingers thrusting into her sent a burst of pleasure
throughout her body.  With a denying cry of despair Amanda climaxed,
her body trembling as wave after intense wave of unwanted pleasure shot
through her, she felt as though her body was betraying her as her pussy
pushed up on her son's intruding fingers.

"Man is she juicy!" Mark laughed, "I got to get me a taste of that!"

His friends laughed and encouraged him to 'suck the bitch out' and
to 'tongue her cunt'; Amanda sobbed with both pleasure and shame as she
felt her son move down her body.  Then his mouth was at her pussy, she
could feel his breath on her flesh as he hovered for a moment above her.

"Damn she smells good!" Mark commented.

Suddenly his mouth took possession of her pussy, she felt his tongue
snaking into her, licking at her juices and probing deeper for more,
his hands slid up her body to play with her boobs again and despite
everything Amanda felt herself rising to an orgasm once more.  With a
cry she came, her body heaving and straining against the constraints on
her arms, pushing up to her son's face insistently as though demanding
his attentions.  The laughter of her son's friends rang in her ears as
she was overwhelmed by passion, albeit unwanted passion.

"Someone help me!" Amanda sobbed loudly "Oh please God, someone help
me!"

"Damn she tastes great!" Marked laughed ignoring her pleas "You guys
have got to get some of this before we do her!"

They never gave Amanda the remotest of chances to break free, Mark took
Bob's place kneeling on her arm and grasping a leg so smoothly they
could have spent hours practising just this movement.  Bob lost no time
in playing with her boobs, his touch as cruel and harsh as had been her
son's, nor did he treat her nipples any more gently and once again
Amanda felt her body rising towards an orgasm.  When Bob moved a hand
down to her pussy she shivered in both dread and anticipation, then she
was gasping and sobbing as his fingers invaded her with a cruel
thrust.  Laughing and making coarse, humiliating comments the boy
finger-fucked her roughly, concerned only with is own pleasure, but
giving her pleasure despite that.  Amanda sobbed, then cried out as her
orgasm exploded, once again her pussy pushed up onto the fingers
invading it, she felt violated by what was happening, but could do
nothing to stop her body reacting to their touch.  Then his fingers
were gone from her, closing her tear filled eyes Amanda tried not to
enjoy the sudden placement of his mouth over her clit, but his tongue
pressing at her, circling and twirling her sensitive bud forced her to
cry out yet again with enjoyment of what was being done to her.  Even
when he bit her clit she could only cry out in shame and excitement.
Laughing Bob pushed his tongue into her pussy, lapping at her juices
while she cried out her pleas for them to stop what they were doing
amid her cries of gratification of what they were doing.

"Oh yeah," Bob grunted, licking his lips as he moved away from her a
while later "she is so sweet.  Damn, she tasted good!  Get in there
Tom, you'll love it!"

Once again the boys switched positions, this time it was Tom that
violated her, his hands rougher than Bob's or Marks had been at her
boobs, his fingers torturing her nipples when he moved his focus to
them.  Under his touch Amanda screamed in pain mixed with excitement,
but he did not bring her the same pleasure and when Tom moved his
attention to her pussy Amanda had not climaxed.  That situation did not
remain for long though, Tom attacked her clit with one hand while
plunging the fingers of the other into her with enough force to drive
her down tighter to the floor, she felt that he was trying to split her
apart with his fingers, but her body reacted with pleasure, her screams
of pain mingled with groans of enjoyment.  When he dropped his face to
her groin Amanda felt his tongue spear into her pussy and his teeth
scrape on her outer flesh, with a nibbling, lapping action Tom sampled
her juices until she yet again cried out her pleasure and shame.

Tom drank his fill of her, then he and Mark swapped positions while
Amanda sobbed, pleaded and cried out for help, all to no avail.  She
felt her son looming over her and opened her tear filled eyes, above
her Mark was leering down at her, pleased, even excited by her
degradation, she could feel his weight coming down on her and shook her
head in denial of what he was about to do.

"NO!" she wailed as she felt her son's cock pressing to her pussy "OH
GOD NO!  PLEASE GOD, SOMEBODY HELP ME!"

Above her Mark and his friends laughed as Mark thrust himself into her
in one heavy motion, she felt his erection slide right into her, heard
his laughter as he began to fuck her with cruel strokes, her pussy lips
crushing between them as he ground down into her.  In desperation she
tried to struggle before her body could betray her again, but it was no
use, the boys kneeling on her arms and holding her legs spread had her
upper body immobilised while the weight of her son on top of her as he
fucked her kept her trapped where she was.  Still calling out for help
and pleading with them to stop Amanda felt her body beginning to move
with her son, it was as though something had taken her over, making her
body co-operate with her violators.

"Yeah, you like it." Mark laughed down at her shame "You love it, slut,
I can feel you doing it with me!  Hey guys, lookit my mother fuckin' up
on my cock.  You are going to love how tight she is too!"

"Hey Mark, stop moving and let the bitch do the work!" Tom
laughed, "She wants to do it, anyone can see that."

"You got it!" Mark laughed as he pulled two thirds of his length from
his mother's pussy.

For Amanda everything had taken on a dream like quality, her mind
withdrawing as her body surrendered to their lusts, her sobs were still
interspersed with whispered pleas for succour, but she knew there would
be none.  When her son stopped moving Amanda's body took over,
thrusting herself on him, driving his cock in and out of her pussy, and
then she felt her legs suddenly released.  She might have kicked out,
might have attempted escape, but her mind was not in control, with a
will of their own her legs wrapped themselves round her son's body,
drawing him tighter to her as she, or rather her body, fucked him like
the slut they had been taunting her as being.  For a while her son let
her do all the work, let her fuck him, her legs pulling him tight to
her with each thrust upwards of her body, but eventually he started to
move again.  Grunting with effort he pushed down at her, his thrusts
driving her down to the floor, his young cock pushing into her then
pulling back in an ever faster rhythm that forced her to climax over
and over.

"Hot DAMN!" Mark groaned loudly as he pushed into her.

Amanda sucked in a shuddering breath as she felt his cock bury itself
deep inside her body, felt it swell and jerk then felt the spreading
heat of his semen filling her as her son came in her.  Despite her
orgasmic shudders Amanda cried out in despair at this final violation
of her body by her son, her head turned to one side as shock overtook
her.  Nothing they did now could match the degradation she felt of
having her own son fill her womb with his seed, or so she thought.
Dimly she became aware that her arms were no longer pinned down, barely
had that penetrated her shocked mind than she felt a weight settling on
her, pressing down on her as a cock pushed at her groin.  Then it was
inside her, sliding and thrusting into her, turning her head Amanda saw
it was Bob that was taking her, even as she identified him she felt her
traitorous body responding to him, moving with his frantic humping.

"Christ Mark, your mum's loving this!" Bob laughed as he sated his lust
with Amanda's body.

Though Amanda cried out in denial her body gave the lie to her words,
physically she was theirs, her body shaking and tingling in excitement
from what they were doing to her.  As a climax hit her Amanda once
again felt the boy on top of her thrust cruelly into her, his cock
swelling and twitching as he filled her with his seed.  Then her pussy
was empty, the weight gone from her body, but only briefly, moments
later another weight was pressing down on her, another cock was forcing
it's way into her pussy and another wave of pleasure was filling her as
she began to move with the boy on top of her.  She didn't need to look
to know it was Tom that was taking her, his voice whispered
breathlessly in her ear as he thrust and ground on her.

"Like it bitch?" he was saying "Sure you do.  You're loving it, aren't
you bitch.  Whores like you always love it!  Come on admit it, tell me
you love being fucked, say it slut, say it, say, it..."

The words 'say it' became a litany that ran in time with Tom's thrusts
only ending when his climax hit him.  With a groaned curse Tom pushed
into her, she could feel his cock twitching as it pumped his semen into
her, then he was moving again, but only for a few brief moments.  Once
again Amanda felt the weight leave her, eyes closed, tears forcing
their way past the lids, she lay there feeling violated, humiliated and
used.  Even though the ordeal was over she felt no sense of relief only
shame at the way her body had betrayed her while the boys had raped
her.  Above her the boys were laughing and joking, she heard them
calling her whore, slut and bitch, declaring loudly what a good lay she
had been, all of which fuelled her shame at her reactions.

"Up on your knees slut." she heard Mark's voice saying.

A hand seized her ponytail and pulled upwards, crying out at the pain
Amanda had little choice but to follow the direction she was being
pulled.  Her son pulled her to her knees, then pulled her head back
painfully by her hair, with a growing terror that her ordeal was far
from over Amanda looked pleadingly up at her son's face.

"You" he leered down at her without a shred of mercy in his eyes "are
going to suck us off.  You bite, just once, and I'll knock your teeth
out.  Got it?"

Filled with terror Amanda nodded her understanding as best she could,
moments later she was gagging as her son pulled her face to his groin
and pushed his half erect cock into her mouth.  Too shocked mentally to
do anything but submit to what was happening Amanda withdrew her mind
and let her body take over.  Mark gave a groan of delight as she began
to suck on him, though withdrawn Amanda was aware of everything that
was happening, all too aware as it burned itself indelibly into her
memory.  While she sucked her son's cock his friends laughed and
shouted words of encouragement to Mark and to her.

"Yeah Mark, fuck that sluts mouth, make her take it all!" one of them
was shouting.

"Take it bitch," the other voice yelled "all of it!  Suck that
motherfucker's dick!"

Amanda gagged when her son forced his meaty cock into her throat, but
still she sucked on him, her tongue moving on the underside of his
shaft as he rocked to and fro, his cock moving in her throat as he
fucked her mouth.  Then his hand was pulling her head tight to his
groin, her nose crushed into his flesh, his cock pushing deeper into
her throat, he held her head motionless as his cock twitched then shot
hot, sticky semen into her gullet.

"Ahh ... SHIT!" Mark grunted "God that's good!"

Satiated for the moment Mark pushed his mother away from him, she sank
back panting and gasping for air as he stepped away from her and the
next boy took his place.  Once again Amanda felt her head being pulled
into place, once again a cock pushed between her lips and she started
to suck on it.  As though from a distance she heard Bob's voice as she
sucked and bobbed on the cock in her mouth, gagging as it was forced
into her throat.

"This bitch really knows how to suck cock!" Bob was saying in a
breathless tone "Man I'm right down her throat and she still wants
more!"

Once again the cock was thrust deep into her throat as her face was
pulled tight to the body connected to the thing, it twitched and a warm
gush of sticky fluid flowed into her throat.  Swallowing all the flow
Amanda groaned around the flesh in her mouth, a groan of humiliation,
but also a groan of pleasure as the three boys once again forced her
towards an orgasm.

The cock moved from her mouth, she barely had time to get a shuddering
breathe before the third cock was rammed past her lips and straight
into her throat making her gurgle in discomfort.

"Oh yeah," Tom's voice sounded as she serviced the moving cock fucking
her mouth and throat "hot damn, yeah, your mum is one hot whore Mark,
Jesus what a hot little slut she is."

Eventually the cock was thrust down her throat as her face was pulled
tight to a body, so tight her nostrils were blocked and with her throat
filled with meaty flesh Amanda couldn't breath.  Panic started to fill
her, as the boy using her mouth didn't climax, instead he was humping
forcefully in her throat while crushing her head tighter to his body.
Desperately she swallowed, praying that the movement of her throat
muscles would stimulate whichever boy it was into cumming, almost a
minute later, with her senses reeling the cock twitched and semen
erupted into her throat.  Still the boy held her to him, and then
suddenly released her to step away from her body as it fell half
unconscious to the floor.  Amanda gasped and whooped in air, her senses
returning, though she wasn't sure that being conscious was something
she wanted under the circumstances, especially as what the three boys
were saying sank in to her.

"Damn she's hot," her son's voice reached her bewildered mind "her cunt
was tighter than I thought it would be."

"Yeah, and if her cunt was tight" Bob was saying, "what the hell will
her arse be like?"

"Sheeit!" Tom laughed, "I can't wait to find out.  Get the bitch up,
let's do her arse now!"

Amanda cringed at their words, dreading what they were planning, but
knowing she was helpless, she hadn't the power to stop them.  When
rough hands started to pull and push her up to her hands and knees
Amanda screamed out weakly, but her cries only made the three boys
laugh all the more loudly.  Her entreaties became ragged sobs as she
felt a hand stroking over her buttocks, despairingly she tried to crawl
away from the hand touching her, but all that brought her was pain as
her pony tail was grabbed and pulled sharply and her hand was slapped
with a force that sent a loud crack round the room.

"Stay still mummy dear," Mark's voice came from behind her "or you get
more of this!"

With his last words Mark's hand smacked down on her buttock, Amanda
cried out then sobbed with the pain as her son spanked her, when he
stopped she felt a moment of relief that quickly faded as she felt his
hand rubbing at the crease of her buttocks.  Mark laughed as he circled
her anus with a finger making her tense up, then he was pushing his
finger at her tight puckered hole, forcing it into her without any form
of lubrication.

"OH GOD NO!" Amanda cried out as his finger suddenly overcame the
resistance of her anus and thrust all the way "NO!  NO!  NO!  NO!
PLEASE DON'T!  MARK, DON'T, PLEASE!!"

Relentlessly her son finger fucked her arse, the pain she felt making
her scream out, her cries became even louder when he forced a second
finger into her.  Mortified Amanda felt her body start to grow aroused
despite the pain she was feeling, despite the way she was being
violated by her own son, with horror she realised that after her son
would come his two friends.  Ages seemed to pass as her son fingered
her, she felt powerless, as her body grew more excited by his actions,
ashamed at the way it began to move with him in slow jerks.  Even more
so when the boys noted her body's actions and made coarse remarks about
how 'hot' she was, calling her 'insatiable' a 'right whore' and worse.
When her son eventually pulled his fingers from her back passage Amanda
was trembling on the verge of a climax, in her shocked and bemused mind
she knew what his withdrawal meant and though she prayed that she would
pass out to be spared this final humiliation her mind stayed alert,
noting and memorising everything that was being done to her.

More for his own comfort than from any feeling of mercy to his mother,
Mark thrust his prick into her pussy, letting it lie within her for a
few moments to be coated in her juices.  For one brief moments Amanda
though that he would take her in the pussy rather than the anus, but
this faint hope was dashed when he pulled from her pussy and pressed
his cock to her puckered hole.  Although excited her body still
resisted the entry of his erection, she could feel him pushing and
pushing, feel her anus tighten against him, but his determination won
out.  Almost as though a door had swung upon her son's cock suddenly
overcame the resistance of her anus and surged into her to the hilt,
she felt his groin slap against her buttocks even as she cried out her
pain and humiliation.

"Christ she's tight!" Mark groaned in pleasure "Jesus, you are gonna
love this Tom, she is so fucking tight!  Unbe-fucking-lievable man!"

Then he was moving in her, his erection pulling and tugging at her back
passage as he fucked her with hard, heavy strokes that had her
screaming with pain and shame even as her body shook in climax.  Mark
seemed to go on forever, in despair Amanda realised that his having
taken her twice already meant he would be a long time in climaxing
again, though the same could not be said for her traitorous body.  Time
and again she felt herself driven to a climax against her will, her
cries and protests growing weaker with each orgasmic shudder that ran
through her.  She had no idea how long her son abused her arse, but
eventually he pushed into her with a violent thrust and she felt the
twitch of his cock and the spreading heat in her bowels that meant he
was cumming.

"Oh yeah!" Mark groaned leaning over her back "Boy are you a good fuck
mother!"

A few minutes later, satiated for the moment, Mark pulled his prick
from her, gave her buttocks a slap then moved away from her.

"Get in there Bob, it's fan-bloody-tastic!" Mark laughed.

For Amanda the torture began over again as Bob 'got in there', he
wasted no time with playing with her, in one hard motion he buried his
erection in her arse and started humping away frantically.  She lost
all sense of time as the second boy fucked her back passage, her whole
being was overwhelmed by the humiliation she felt and the shame that
her body was reacting with excitement to her defilement.  Almost
mindless she still experienced every move the boy was making in her,
felt every stroke of his hands on her back and when he eventually
pushed into her with force she felt every jerk of his cock as he filled
her with his semen.

"I am going to love this," she vaguely heard Tom state as she felt Bob
withdraw and move away from her "I'm really gonna enjoy this!"

The other two boys laughed as Tom cruelly thrust his prick into her;
she felt his groin slap against her buttocks as his hard flesh tore
into her.  The he was taking her, his motions fierce and painful, added
to the movement of his cock in her back passage was the sudden crack of
his hand across her buttock.

"Ride 'em cowboy!" Mark laughed as his mother cried out.

"Yeehaw!" Tom laughed back as he began to spank Amanda with each thrust
of his prick.

By the time the boy pushed into her one last time, his cock jerking as
it spurted his seed into her depths, Amanda's buttocks felt raw, even
her traitorous body had lost it's feeling of excitement under his
onslaught.  When Tom finally pulled himself from her back passage she
collapsed in a sobbing, untidy heap, thankful only that the ordeal was
at last over, that they had no other ways to take her, or so she
believed.  Locked in her pain and humiliation Amanda heard the boys
laughing as they stood over her prostrate form, taunting her with words
that didn't really sink in to her mind, calling her names that had no
real meaning to her.  As the minutes stretched out she felt herself
become more aware of her surroundings, she took in the words they spat
down at her, took in the comments they were making and sobbed weakly at
the realisation that her ordeal was far from over.

Hands pulling and pushing at her, Amanda felt herself positioned over
one of the boys, through tear filled eyes that were dulled with despair
she looked down and saw her son leering maliciously up at her.

"Why?" she whispered in dismay "Dear God why?"

"Because we can." he answered as he thrust his cock into her pussy and
lay still "You are going to love the rest of the night!"

A weight pressed to her back, then there was pressure at her anus,
Tom's voce sounded in a groan of pure satisfaction as his cock forced
it's way into her back passage making her cry out weakly.  Then her
cries were stifled as the last of the three boys forced her head up and
pushed his cock at her mouth, pushing it in past her lips to slide into
her throat.  Violated at every orifice Amanda groaned in despondency as
the three of them raped her at the same time, her body yet again
betraying her as their moving cocks forced her to climax over and over
and over again....



Amanda woke with a start, looking up at the person shaking her she saw
her son leaning towards where she lay sprawled in an armchair.

"You okay?" he asked, "You were groaning in your sleep, we thought you
were having a heart attack or something."

"Just a bad dream." she muttered to herself "Thank God."

Looking down Amanda saw that she was naked, looking up at her son she
saw that he was naked, as were both his friends.

"I think you've rested enough," Mark leered at her "time for you
to 'entertain' us some more."

With a despondent cry she realised it had been no dream.


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