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Subject: {ASSM} Skeleton In The Closet (Mm/F, inc, blkm, bd)
Date: Sun, 29 Jun 2003 17:10:05 -0400
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Skeleton In The Closet
By Scorpio00155(c)

I wasn't surprised that my son David was late home from school, he
usually spent some time with his friends before coming home, but I was
surprised when he didn't give me his usual homecoming greeting.
Somehow I knew there was something wrong, call it mother's instinct,
women's intuition or any other thing you like, but the feeling drove
me out of the kitchen into the hall.

"David!" I gasped as soon as I saw him, "What have you been doing?
You're a mess!"

I'll say he was a mess; there was a scrape on his left cheek, another
above his right eye and both looked as though they were going to have
large bruises to go with them. My concern grew when I saw a hint of
blood at the corner of his mouth and then I saw his hands, the
knuckles were almost raw and I knew then exactly what he'd been doing.

"Damn it David," I said in annoyance, "you've been fighting again! You
promised me you wouldn't fight any more! So what was it this time,
some swap card? Someone call you a name? Out with it young man."

I loved my son dearly, he was all I had left that really meant
anything to me, but at 15 he was becoming a right handful and not for
the first time I wished his father hadn't died on us. Crossing my arms
under my somewhat large chest I waited for an answer from my son, but
when he put on his 'stubborn' face I knew I was going to have to press
him.

"Well," I said, "I'm waiting for an explanation."

"Okay, I've been fighting, don't make big deal out of it." He finally
answered in an angry tone that surprised me, "There, happy now?"

"Don't talk to your mother in that tone of voice." I said firmly, "I'm
still waiting to hear what you were fighting about."

He went from mad to evasive in one second flat, and then he muttered
something that I couldn't make out, but when I asked him to speak up
his mood shifted back to anger again.

"I doesn't matter," he snapped, "I've sorted the bastard."

This was beginning to sound a lot more sinister than a simple
schoolboy fight, David was like most teenagers, rebellious, but this
was the first time I had seen him aggressively so. I pointed towards
the living room and followed him in, I sat in an armchair, but he
paced like a caged tiger.

"Okay David," I said trying to sound calm, "this sounds something more
than a minor fight and I want to know exactly what happened. Firstly,
who was the fight with?"

"Paul Connor." He grudgingly admitted, "He's new, sort of, only been
at the school for a couple of weeks now."

"So what was the problem with this Connor boy?" I asked then added,
"And don't mutter this time."

"He said something and I punched his lights out." David retorted,
"Okay, happy now?"

"No," I persisted, "what did he say that made you break your promise
to me about fighting?"

To my amazement my son seemed to suddenly get embarrassed, he looked
around the room, down at his feet, anywhere but at me. Finally he
steeled himself and replied.

"The bastard" he said not looking at me, "called you a whore, a
fucking whore actually. What am I supposed to do, let him call you
shit like that and do nothing?"

I was taken aback to say the least to discover that my son had been
fighting to defend my honour, it also made me feel guilty since the
Connor boy had it right. At one time I had been a prostitute, a high
class and expensive one, but a whore all the same. I'd retired when I
met David's father who had known what I was when he met and fell in
love with me, at the time he had been one of my best customers and
though I didn't love him at the outset I had grown to love him over
the years. My husband's death had been a painful loss to me
emotionally, he'd gone from being my meal ticket out of the game to a
man I adored and when the cancer took him I was mortified. Of course
my son didn't know about my 'career' and since my husband had moved
cities with me I didn't think I would ever bump into any of my old
punters.

"Can I go get cleaned up now mum?" David asked into my silence.

"Hmmm?" I answered distractedly, "Oh, yes, go on, go clean up, dinner
won't be long."

I went back to the kitchen to finish cooking dinner with something
nagging at the back of my mind, whatever it was didn't want to show
itself though. Sighing I forgot it and carried on cooking.

Later that evening we were relaxing and half watching some comedy show
on the TV when there came a knock at the door.

"I wonder who that can be?" I commented as I went to answer the door.

When I opened the door I found a large, heavyset man standing on the
doorstep, there was something about him that was both familiar and
that I instantly disliked.

"Yes?" I asked keeping the door half closed.

"I'm Mike Connor," he said smiling as though he knew something I
didn't, "Paul Connor's father. I think we need to talk about the way
your son beat up my Paul."

"Oh, I suppose you'd better come in then." I opened the door wide to
allow him to come in.

I found myself feeling nervous about this man, something about him
said 'Trouble' and I still couldn't shake the feeling that I knew him
from somewhere. He went into the living room when I pointed him in
that direction with me a step or two behind. David looked up at his
entry then frowned, he then looked to me and raised an eyebrow in
query.

"This is Mr Connor," I informed my son, "Paul's father."

"So you're David eh?" Connor scowled, "You made a right mess of my boy
you know."

"He deserved it!" David snapped, "I guess you'll be wanting to talk
about me mum, so I'll make myself scarce."

On that note my son rose, turned off the telly and left the room, to
be honest I would have preferred him to stay with me, but thirty
seconds later I was thankful he had left the room.

"Well, Carol, you've come a long way from Leeds girl." Connor smirked
as he turned to face me, "Business is obviously booming."

At first I was totally confused and then I felt my whole world came
crashing in on me, Leeds was where I had met my late husband and I had
been a prostitute at the time. I looked at Connors aghast, I tried to
picture him sixteen years younger and gasped in shock when I
recognised one of my ex-punters and one that I and every other working
girl had disliked.

"Ah," he grinned wickedly, "I see you remember me now. Ah well, I
think we can sort this thing with the boys out between ourselves,
don't you think, no need for police and such. Yes indeed, I think we
can come to some sort of arrangement."

"Arrangement?" I asked dreading that I already knew the type of
'arrangement' he wanted.

"Oh come now Carol," he laughed, "you never struck me as stupid. What
other sort of arrangement would I want with a whore other than the
occasional freebie?"

I felt an icy chill around my heart, this man had been a bastard to
all the girls, but somehow he got away with it, even the 'protected'
girls couldn't get their pimps to act against Connor. Some of us had
speculated that he was some sort of crime boss, but we'd all agreed
that he was a sick, perverted bastard! Now here he was again in my
life demanding free sexual favours, I shuddered to think what those
favours might be.

"No!" I said firmly after almost a minute of thought, "Now I will
thank you to get out of my house!"

"If I leave" he almost snarled, "you're comfy little life here goes
with me. Think the school will be happy about a prostitute serving on
the school committee? Think the other parents will be pleased to learn
a whore was involved with their kids?"

Even though I knew he was right about how the school and other parents
would react I was determined that I would not give in to the man's
demands. Deep down in the pit of my soul I had the feeling that to do
as he asked would be a first step on the road back to being a
prostitute. Connor was glaring at me both menacingly and expectantly,
and then his look became pensive. He looked towards the closed living
room door then gave a half grin that made his face seem cruel and
evil.

"The kid doesn't know does he?" Connor stated, "Maybe I ought to put
him wise about his mother. Now there's a thought, do you really know
who the kids' father was? Surely not the guy you latched on to as a
meal ticket out of the game, guess with so many fucking you it would
be almost impossible to tell who the father was. Wonder if the kid
would wonder about that too? Perhaps I should just go put him wise,
eh?"

"NO!" I cried in dismay, "Dear God, leave him out of this you bastard!
Owwee!"

His backhanded slap not only caught me unawares it caught me across
the cheek twisting my head around, my body following as I fell to the
floor stunned. I could taste blood in my mouth as I blinked back tears
and looked up at the man fearfully.

"You'll show me some damned respect, bitch." He said menacingly, "Now,
you going to play ball with me or do I let the cat out of the bag
starting with the kid?"

"Dammit I'm out of the game, retired, I don't ply for trade anymore."
I said as firmly as I could while blinking back tears and rubbing my
stinging cheek, "I don't want to go back to that life!"

"You think I give a shit what you want?" he laughed cruelly, "Now,
last chance, will you do as I want or not?"

"I don't have a choice." I sighed in defeat.

"I knew you'd see sense." Connor crowed, "And to seal our deal get
over here and suck me off."

*********************

As soon as I saw the fat, ugly son-of-a-bitch come into the living
room I guessed who he was and why he was here. I decided it was best
to make myself scarce as soon as my mother confirmed my suspicion that
this was Paul Connor's father. My departure was delayed a few moments
while he and I exchanged a couple of not so pleasant words. As I
closed the door I heard Connor say 'Well, Carol, you've come a long
way from Leeds girl. Business is obviously booming.' And I headed
straight to the kitchen so that I could listen at the serving hatch
that connected through to the living room.

It was just good luck that the hatch was open about an inch; if it
hadn't been open I would have had to sneak it open. Though I couldn't
see anything I could hear just fine, I listened with growing anger to
their conversation; it was all I could do not to rush in there to beat
the shit out of that bastard Connor, but I held back knowing that it
would need something more permanent than a thumping to get the man off
my mother's back. When he said 'And to seal our deal get over here and
suck me off' my cock went hard in an instant, I still wanted to hurt
the bastard, but the thought of my mother sucking a cock really
excited me. Then again everything about my mother excited me anyway,
but this ... feeling a little guilty about the thoughts running
through my mind about my mother, top of which was a wish to be where
Connor was, I waited for her to finish him off.

As I listened with growing excitement to the sounds of pleasure coming
from the living room a part of my mind drifted back to what my father
had said to me in those days before he died. My father knew he was
dying and was worried about mum, his wife, so he told me about her
past.

"I wasn't planning on telling you all this," He'd wheezed looking
small and wasted in his hospital bed, "but your mother needs someone
to look out for her, especially when her skeleton pops out of the
closet. Whatever you do, don't let her know you know about her past
life, not unless it becomes unavoidable, promise me that son, promise
me that."

"I promise dad." Was all I had been able to reply.

My mind drifted back to the present and I grinned at the thought of
how worthless Connor's blackmail was where I was concerned, but there
was still the other stuff to consider.

*********************

Kneeling in front of Connor with his cock pressing in and out of my
throat I felt sick, defeated and depressed, the bastard knew I would
do anything to keep my past from my son and had used that to the full.
As he drew near to his climax I steeled myself for the moment his cum
would spurt into my mouth, throat and, I was sure, onto my face,
pulling out as he came was the sort of thing Connor got off on, he had
loved humiliating us girls in the past and I doubted he'd changed any.
Suddenly he was pushing at my mouth hard, his cock swelled then
twitched and the first spurt of warm, salty sperm shot into my throat.
He was pulling back even as the second large spurt shot out, it filled
my mouth and I swallowed quickly, but then he pulled his cock from my
lips and the next spurts hit my face covering it in his thick white
sperm.

"Just like the old days." He laughed as he got me to clean off his
cock.

Feeling degraded and used I got to my feet as he tucked his cock back
in his pants, I didn't make any effort to clean the juices slithering
down my face away, he was one of those men that liked to see their cum
covering a woman. His words reminded me of those 'old' days and the
things I had done to earn a living, I had never been proud of my
occupation, but it paid off the debts I'd accumulated and kept me fed.
At least I had been an independent, no man pimped for me or took all I
earnt, now, sixteen years later I knew that I would be back on the
game sooner or later and that Connor would be my pimp. I wanted to
cry, but I bit back my tears so that he wouldn't get the satisfaction
of seeing how much emotional pain he was causing me.

"Ah, Carol, you are still one of the best cocksuckers in the
business." He grinned at me.

"I keep telling you," I responded, "I'm not in the business any more."

"Pity, it would have been nice to be one of your regulars again." he
mock sighed then laughed, "Well, I guess I will be anyway, don't
forget we have a little deal."

"How could I forget it." I sighed in defeat.

"Okay," he said getting down to business, "I don't care how you punish
that kid of yours, but you make it clear to him that he doesn't beat
my kid up and get away with it. Next, on Friday I want you at my place
at six, don't bother to dress nice since you won't have your clothes
on for long. Here's the address."

Taking the slip of paper he had written his address on my heart sank
at the thought of one of his 'parties', one of the girls had told me
about one she'd had to go to, it had been a gang-fest, just her and
ten other guys. My dread must have shown in my face because Connor
gave a laugh.

"Don't worry," he chortled sounding like a pig snuffling, "it'll just
be me, my kid and maybe one of his friends. Seems only fair he gets
something for all the pain your boy gave him. Now you sit there, I'll
show myself out."

Having given me my instruction Connor left, he was smirking as he left
the living room and I knew I was not only in deep shit, but that there
seemed no way out other than running away. My tears flowed as I
cleaned the bastards' spunk from my face and where it had dribbled
stickily onto my dress covered boobs. Running away seemed like a good
idea, only it would mean leaving behind everything I'd built up over
the years, a home, friends, everything; worse, David would be
devastated by having to leave so suddenly. Even as I thought about
running away I knew that I couldn't do it, apart from anything else I
had nowhere to go, no-one to turn to. I wept for myself and the bleak
future I saw ahead of me, I wept for my son and his lack of
understanding as to why his mother would suddenly never be there for
him.

*********************

I quivered with anger as I listened to my mother sobbing in the living
room, my mind seethed as I thought how little time I had to find some
way to help my mother out of this mess. In three days I had to come up
with some way to screw Connor for good or see my mother forced back
into prostitution!

For the moment all I could do was sneak off to my room, lying on my
bed I thought about the sounds I'd heard as my mother had sucked
Connor off and I could not resist getting my cock out. Wanking slowly
I imagined it had been my cock in her mouth, my groans of pleasure
that had drifted out of the living room, it wasn't long before I was
rubbing my hand up and down my cock in a frenzy.

"Oh shiiiit!" I groaned as my seed spurted out over my hand and wrist.

Feeling a little drained I lay back and thought.

*********************

God knows how I kept my face from showing my pain and despair to my
son, but I must have managed it because he didn't seem to notice
anything out of the ordinary. The days passed so quickly, speeding me
to the time I knew I had to appear at Connor's home, all too quickly
Friday was upon me!

That afternoon when David returned from school I was waiting for him
in the living room, he joined me at my call, smiling a greeting as he
walked into the room

"David," I said through the sudden lump in my throat, "I have to go
out tonight, will you be okay on your own?"

"I'll be fine mum," he answered with a grin, "only I won't be alone,
I've been invited to a party."

"Oh, I see, well then, don't be too late home and don't drink too
much." I sighed; relieved to know he wouldn't be stuck at home alone
while I was being used as a sex toy.

He went off to his room to get ready for his party while I sat
despondently on the couch counting the passing minutes. Sighing I
tried to find that detachment I had felt when I had been a working
girl, but after all this time I found it hard to get into that state
of mind where what I was doing wouldn't affect me. Nevertheless, when
it came time for me to leave the house I did so, if not in a state of
detachment damn close to it. It didn't take me long to reach the
address Connor had given me and despite my detachment I felt nervous
and scared as I rang the doorbell.

"Right on time." Connor leered at me as the door opened, "Come on in
and get 'comfortable'."

I squeezed past him into the hall, without another word he pointed
upstairs and I headed in that direction with him right behind me. He
indicated a room and when I went in I knew exactly what the bastard
had planned for that night. The room held a large metal bedstead, hand
and ankle cuffs were already attached to the bars at the head and foot
of the bed and Connor just smirked when I glanced at him.

"Okay," Connor said smoothly, "I guess you know what I want tonight,
so get undressed and get on the bed like a good little whore."

Numbly I took off my blouse, slacks and bra, I hesitated a moment
before taking off my panties, now all I had left on was a pair of
black self-grip stockings and Connor had me keep them on as I sat on
the bed. Wriggling across to the centre of the bed I raised my hands,
I watched Connor as he took first one wrist then the other and closed
them into the handcuffs on the headboard tightly.

"Comfy?" he asked patting my cheek as he moved towards the foot of the
bed.

I didn't waste breath on a reply, he knew that I wasn't 'comfy', the
cuffs had been fixed to the outer bar at each side of the headboard,
my arms were stretched across the large double bed above my head and
the cuffs pressed hard at my skin. At my feet the story was the same,
with little care for my comfort Connor pulled my right leg out,
closing the cuff around my ankle with more pressure than was needed,
he did the same with my left leg and then stepped back to look at me
spread-eagled helplessly on the bed. He grinned down at me, moved to
the side of the bed and ran his hand from my right ankle, up my
stockinged leg, over my thigh onto my shaved pussy then up my body.

"You look lovely," he leered down at me as his hand rubbed across my
breasts, "and you feel even better. I'd love to fuck you right now,
but we must be patient my little whore."

At that moment a figure appeared in the bedroom door, it didn't need
the bruised face to tell me this was Connor's son Paul. Despite
everything I felt a little sense of satisfaction at seeing the bruises
my son had given Connor's boy, I had known that Connor had used the
fight as an excuse to get to me. Even had it not happened he would
have been on my doorstep sooner or later. Sighing silently I watched
the youth come over to the other side of the bed and mimic the motions
his father hand made with his hand sliding up my body from my ankle.
The look of lust on the boy's face was only exceeded by the same look
on his father's face, so many men had had that same look on their
faces just before they had mounted me and I tensed a little as I
waited for the two of them to take me.

"That's enough for now Paul." Connor told his son after only a few
minutes, "Remember what we agreed."

"Yeah," Paul sighed wistfully, "I know dad, but God I want to fuck the
bitch."

"All in good time." Connor laughed, "All in good time. Don't worry
son, this slut's not going anywhere. Now, come on, let's get her ready
for your ... ah ... friend."

The way he said 'friend' made my hackles rise and my heart began
pounding when I saw Paul produce a ball gag seemingly from no-where.

"What the ... umgh" I felt my mouth stretched as the gag was forced
into place.

"Don't want you making too much noise while my 'friend' fucks you,"
Paul sneered, "got to think of the neighbours."

Something was wrong, dreadfully wrong, all sorts of thoughts ran
through my mind ranging from their 'friend' just liking to see a woman
bound and gagged to him being an out and out sadist and the gag was to
block my screams of pain. Connor bent down and straightened, in his
hand was one of those S&M hoods; it would cover my face completely
with just my eyes and nose showing.

"The final touch." He grinned as he saw me looking at the hood, "It
wouldn't do for too many people to see your face, not yet anyway."

I had no illusion that his concern to protect my identity stemmed from
any thoughts for my feelings. Connor lifted my head to put the hood in
place, when it was on and zipped up at the back of my head he stepped
back and laughed. Goose bumps rose on my skin at the sound of evil in
that laugh and then I was stunned to see the two of them leaving the
room.

"You have a nice rest now," Connor laughed over his shoulder, "we
won't keep you waiting long."

Then I was alone with my thoughts filled with the things I may have to
endure that night, though they never touched on the one thing Connor
had planned for me.

*********************

I'd been surprised when Paul Connor had approached me at school during
the lunch break on the Thursday to 'make-it-up' with me, he'd
apologised for what he'd said about my mother and I knew instantly
that the bastard was up to something. So I decided to play along with
it and made out that I had fallen for his apologies and that
everything was now cool between us.

"Listen," Paul had said, "you free Friday?"

And that was enough of a clue to tell me that whatever Paul was up to
it was going to involve my mother, my dick went hard in the confines
of my pants as I answered.

"Uh, yeah," I'd said, "I'm free. Why?"

"Well my dad has hired a kinky bitch of a whore for me," Paul had
replied too smoothly, "well I figure I owe you, so how about you use
her first?"

I knew just who this 'kinky whore' was and the thought of fucking my
own mother nearly made me cum in my pants there and then. Even though
I'd worked out a plan to fuck up Connor I knew that I could not stop
my mother getting fucked by Connor and his son, but I had never
expected to be fucking her as well.

"Okay," I had said after a few moments, "sounds good to me."
"Alright!" Paul had laughed, "Be at my place about seven. Got to run,
see you tomorrow though."

'Yeah right,' I thought as he walked away 'and when I've screwed over
your dad I'm going to fucking beat you to a pulp!'

At least I'd get into their house without having to break in and that
was all that mattered to me at that time. Shaking my head I headed
back to class. Later that night I finished off filling a pile of disks
with kiddie-porn, I'd found it all on the net and was planning to
stick the contents of the disks on Connor's computer, add a few links
then shop him to the police. And as the cherry on the cake I'd faked a
few pictures that made it look like Connor had fucked about with me,
it's amazing what you can do with imaging software when you try hard
enough. That night my dreams were filled with me fucking my mother.

Friday afternoon rolled around and it had been hard not letting my
mother know what I was up as she told me that she had to go out that
evening. As soon as she had left I grabbed up my batch of disks and
slipped them into various pockets of my jacket, I had to carry them
there since it would look odd if I turned up carrying a bag. When I
left the house my heart was beating with excitement, by the time I
arrived at Connor's place my cock was as hard as steel.

"Hi Dave," Paul greeted me at the door, "come in and meet my dad."

"I met him the other night when he came to see my mum." I said as I
let myself be led into the living room.

I was puzzled that there was no sign of my mother, but then it
occurred to me that they must have fixed it some way so I wouldn't
know who I was fucking so I wouldn't see her until later. Connor was
all apologies about having 'jumped the gun' in visiting my mother
until he had the full facts, even if I hadn't known what was going on
I wouldn't have believed a word he said. Still, I gave him the answers
he wanted to hear and acted as though I was daft enough to believe
him, I had to hide a grin when father and son had exchanged triumphant
looks.

"I suppose Paul told you of the treat I got him." Connor finally got
round to the reason I was there, "It seems only fair after all the
trouble we've caused you that you get first crack at the whore. Or do
you prefer sloppy seconds?"

The idea of sharing my cock with their juices was sickening and I was
quick to let him know that I was happy to go first.

"I'll warn you now son," Connor smiled, "this bitch is as kinky as
hell, she's got this fantasy thing about being forced to have sex."

"But I thought she was paid to do what you wanted?" I'd said trying to
sound puzzled.

"Yeah well, I guess I'm a sucker." Connor shook his head as though
sadly, "I thought I'd accommodate her fantasy for her, that way we all
get what we want. Right now she's up in the bedroom tied to the bed
waiting for us to go fuck her brains out, I'll go up now and let her
know you are on your way. So come on boys, get stripped for action, it
doesn't pay to keep a 'lady' waiting, especially one as horny as this
one."

I began undressing as he left the room, I'd already noted where
Connor's study was and had seen his computer through the open door.
Now all I needed was the chance to get at the computer and I knew that
would come while Connor and his son were taking their pleasure with my
mother.

*********************

I had no idea how long I'd been lying there on that bed, but my
shoulders and hips were just starting to ache when I at last heard the
sound of someone coming up the stairs. Raising my head as much as I
could I looked at the doorway to see Connor come into the room
stripping as he walked. He was grinning like the Cheshire Cat in Alice
in Wonderland and that did nothing to reassure me at all.

"Won't be long now." Connor smirked as he came over to the bed.

In a few moments he was naked, he sat on the bed beside me and began
to stroke my body, his hands playing with my boobs then teasing at my
nipples until they stood out from my body.

"Better," he grinned looking at my hardening nipples, "let's check to
see if you are ready elsewhere shall we?"

His hand slid down to my pussy, he pushed a finger into me and mock
frowned down at me.

"Oh dear, so dry," he tutted at me, "this will never do. Let me get
you ready my little whore."

He started stroking my clit with firm fingers, whatever else he was
Connor knew how to get a woman's body excited, even if she didn't want
to it be. Using one hand on my pussy and the other on my nipples he
soon aroused my body to the point where my pussy juices were flowing,
something he checked by sliding his finger in and out of me a few
times. Inwardly I groaned at the way my body responded even though I
knew that there was no way I could have stopped it happening.

"Ah, the boys are coming," Connor said looking towards the door, "you
lie back and just enjoy, I know we will."

Closing my eyes in defeat I lay my head back on the bed, I heard the
three of them holding a whispered conversation and then the bed moving
as a body joined me on it. I was expecting whoever it was to just
mount me and begin fucking away so it came as a surprise when I felt a
tongue lick along my slit, gasping around the gag in my mouth I opened
my yes and stared at the ceiling trying to fight down the pleasure
that tongue was suddenly giving me.

"See that boy," Connor laughed, "I told you she'd love a good licking.
Go on kid, suck up that pussy juice and make her cum before you fuck
her."

I didn't want to climax with these bastards, but whomever it was
licking at my pussy seemed to know just what the hell they were doing.
Gradually, despite everything I could do, my body became more and more
aroused, before long I found myself pushing my pussy up to the mouth
on it. Then the tongue moved from my wet hole, breathing hard through
my nose I felt a small victory that he hadn't made me cum, but then my
victory was shattered when that tongue flicked across my clit.
Suddenly he was concentrating on my clitoris, tonguing it, sucking it,
even nibbling gently on it and I felt my body tense then burst into an
orgasm. Screaming my pleasure and denial around the ball gag I
strained and writhed against the bonds that held me.

"Yeah, way to go kid!" I heard Connor laughing.

"Go on," I heard his son call excitedly, "fuck her, fuck her hard, she
loves that."

'Oh God' I groaned mentally as I felt the body come between my legs
'why can't they just fuck me and get it over with, I don't want these
pigs to give me pleasure.'

Then a hard cock was pushing at my pussy, for a moment I tensed, but
then I gave way to the inevitable and forced my body to relax. Closing
my eyes I held back tears as I felt this cock pushing at me seeking
entry to my body, when at last the owner found the mark I gave an
involuntary groan, just the head had slipped into me and it felt huge.
Slowly whoever this was worked his cock backwards and forwards gently,
gradually working more of himself into me and I felt that he would
never stop filling me as he pushed in and in and in. Laughter made me
open my eyes and turn my head, Connor and his son were standing a few
feet away watching this person forcing his cock into me, they were
enjoying the spectacle and I closed my eyes as a tear fell from the
corner of my eye.

"Oh shit she's tight." A familiar voice said as the cock at my pussy
finally entered me fully.

My eyes flicked open to see my own son leaning over me as his lower
body began a humping motion, for a moment my whole mind went blank and
my stillness allowed David to start fucking me in earnest. It was as
his motions began to drive my body towards another climax that my mind
unfroze, screaming around the ball gag I writhed and jerked in an
effort to throw my son off me, but it was useless. I had no slack in
the bonds to do more than raise a few inches off the bed and that was
easily taken to be me rising to take him in, he seemed to take it that
way anyway because he began to move even faster and harder in me.
Turning my head I saw the Connors' watching with glee as my son fucked
me, they encouraged him to do me harder, laughing and joking at how
this 'slut' was 'loving it'.

And God help me I was loving the feel of my own son's cock pounding
into me, despite the shock and shame at being taken by my son I was
getting so excited that I knew I was going to cum hard. Screaming into
my gag I found myself starting to move in time with my son instead of
trying to dislodge him, even as I thrashed my head in denial I was
fucking up to him with as much force as my limited freedom would let
me. Then I felt it, my orgasm, it rose like lava in a volcano, surging
through me in a hot and unstoppable wave that had me screaming out in
bliss as my body bucked under my son's heavy thrusts. When he suddenly
pushed into me and groaned I felt my orgasm swell to a new height, in
a moment of unbelievable sensitivity I felt my son's sperm spurting
deep into me, felt every vein in his cock throbbing against my pussy
walls as he came. His body pressed to mine was tense and at every
point of contact I felt my skin tingling.

"Yeehaa." Connor shouted as my son began moving in me again, "Damn did
she love that or what?"

I didn't hear his son's reply, but I heard their laughter and felt
myself fill with shame at the way I had responded to my son in front
of the pair. Tears filled my eyes as I squeezed them shut.

"God," I heard my son say as he withdrew from me, "whatever you are
paying her isn't enough, she is fantastic."

"She is that." Connor laughed, "Now move over kid and let us get our
turns."

The bed moved and I felt so alone as my son left me, then the bed was
moving again and I opened my eyes to see Connor looking down at me
with a malicious smile.

"A whore and a son-fucker," he said shoving his cock into me in one
motion, "how do you think he'd react if I whipped that hood off?"

My eyes opened wide in fear that he would do just that, shaking my
head I tried to plead with him not to let my son know who I was.
Connor laughed and began to fuck me with hard strokes, but compared to
my son it was as though my pussy were empty.

Out of the corner of my eye I saw my son standing naked in the bedroom
doorway, he paused to look at the scene of me being fucked then
slipped out of sight. Above me Connor was laughing and humping away,
comments and insults fell from his lips as he took his pleasure with
me.

*********************

When I'd entered that bedroom the only thing that I could see was my
mother handcuffed to the head and foot of a metal bed, her body
spread-eagled lewdly. I felt a surge of hot lust fill me as I looked
at her gorgeous body, her heavy boobs flattening against her chest,
the nipples looking hard and excited, my eyes fell to her pussy and I
held back a gasp to see it bare of hair.

'God she's beautiful!' I thought as I stepped up to the bed to the
encouragement of the Connor's.

They encouraged me to 'lick the bitch out' in hushed tones, the idea
of tasting my mother's juices excited me even more and I quickly moved
to place my mouth at her wet looking pussy. One lap of my tongue and I
knew I was hooked on her juices, the taste of them burst in my mouth
and I sucked them down greedily as I licked them out of her. No girl I
had been with before had ever tasted this good or flowed so freely and
as that flow increased I knew that my mother was actually getting
turned on by what I was doing. Ignoring the calls and laughter of
Connor and his son Paul I continued lapping at my mother's well,
savouring each burst of her juices as I swallowed them. Then I moved
my mouth up to her clit, gently I teased it with my tongue, sucked at
it and bit it until she literally exploded under me, her whole body
straining against the handcuffs.

My mothers' climax brought cheers and encouragement to fuck her from
the other two in the room, not that I needed any encouragement from
them. Eagerly I slid up her body until my cock was prodding at her
pussy, looking down at her face covered in that leather like hood I
saw my mother had her eyes closed. Gently I pushed at her with my
cock, but I couldn't seem to get the right position to slip into her
at first, then I felt her pussy open to my cock and the head slipped
inside her. Words can not describe how good it felt lying there with
my cockhead just inside her wet pussy, I heard my mother give a
strange muffled groan and I thought I was in heaven as I slowly rocked
back and forward to work more of my cock into her. I could not believe
how tight her pussy was and when I had worked my full length into her
I could not hold back a comment on that tightness that was squeezing
my cock so deliciously.

Connor senior and junior laughed loudly at my comment and I saw my
mothers eyes fly open wide as I began to move my cock in her tight,
wet pussy. For a moment her eyes held that look a deer has in the
headlights of a car, then, as I began to move more firmly in her she
made a strange mewling sound and began to struggle under me. At that
moment I knew that she knew it was me fucking her and was struggling
to throw me off her, but her bonds didn't give the room to do more
than move enough to excite me even more. I was puzzled that she wasn't
yelling at me to get off her until it came to me that under that hood
my mother's mouth was somehow gagged.

Her helplessness and her movements against me just seemed to turn me
on all the more and I began to fuck her in earnest, she writhed and
struggled under me, her head thrashing from side to side. Then she was
making the mewling sound again as her body started moving with me, it
was a fantastic feeling having my mother moving with me, humping up on
my cock as I fucked her. Suddenly she was bucking under me, her pussy
clenching and rippling on my cock and I couldn't hold back any longer,
with a groan I buried myself in her as deep as I could and came. I was
in a dream as I shot my spunk deep inside her.

Some time later I came down from my ecstasy high to the sound of the
Connors laughing and calling for me to move aside, reluctantly I moved
away from my mother, though I would much rather have stayed with her.
As I left the room I paused to look back, Connor was mounting my
mother with Paul egging him on, I knew they'd not notice my absence,
now was the time to do what I had actually come to the house to do.

Quickly I made my way downstairs, found my jacket and grabbed all the
disks from the pockets. Still buck-naked I went into the study and
nearly jumped for joy to find that the computer was still turned on.
The first thing I did was to change the system date, then I began
frantically loading the stuff from the disks, after each disk was
loaded onto the hard drive I'd delete the files from the hard drive
just leaving the odd one or two, I didn't want it to look too obvious
when the law started checking the drive contents. At regular intervals
I changed the system date so the files didn't all show the same date,
disk after disk load of files I copied and deleted until I had finally
gone through them all. Resetting the system date I gathered up all the
disks and left the room, my hands shook a little as I put the disks
back in my jacket pockets. The last thing I did was to slip a couple
of the fake photos of me sucking on him in the back of his wallet then
returned the wallet to his jacket.

With a sigh of relief I went back upstairs again, I re-entered the
bedroom just as Paul was climaxing in my mother's pussy with his
father cheering. Leaning against the wall just inside the door I tried
to look as though I was happy seeing Paul get his rocks off, I'd just
got settled when Connor looked over his shoulder at me.

"What you think kid," he leered at me, "is she a hot bitch or is she a
hot bitch."

"She's a hot bitch alright." I grinned back at him wanting to do
nothing more than bury my fist in his mouth.

He looked smug at my reply.

"Guess the whore's a little shagged out right now." Connor declared,
"Let's leave her to rest."

Gathering me and his son up we went downstairs, Paul began to dress so
I did the same, all the while Connor was going on about how hot the
'whore' had been and how only a 'real slut' could handle three men one
after the other as she did. It seemed as though the 'party' was over
and making a point of thanking Connor and Paul I headed for home
praying that they wouldn't keep my mother with them for too long.

*********************

After David had left the room I felt sick, the thought of having been
fucked by my son and climaxing under him was driving me crazy. On top
of me Connor and then his son fucked me and cursed me, and all I could
think of was how it had felt to be fucked by David. I felt guilty even
though I had no say in what had happened or even any way of preventing
it happening. What was worse was that Connor now had an even greater
hold on me; he knew I would do anything to keep my son from knowing
that he'd fucked his own mother.

When I heard Connor cheering as his son came in my already sperm
filled pussy I felt relief that my ordeal was over for the moment. As
Paul got off me I heard his father talking to my son and my son's
response of 'she's a hot bitch alright' brought tears of bitterness,
shame and humiliation to my eyes. Then the three of them left me
alone, still handcuffed to the bed, the hood over my head and the gag
still firmly lodge in my mouth with their sperm oozing from my pussy.
Weeping I waited for Connor to come back to either take me again or
let me go, it seemed an age before he finally did appear in the
bedroom doorway and I had heard the front door close loudly before he
appeared.

"Well, well, well." He said as he came over to the bed, "Guess mommy's
little boy enjoyed his night with a whore."

He leant over and took the hood off my head, but he left the ball gag
in place, smirking at me he let one of my wrists loose then the other.
I groaned as the circulation returned to my hands, then groaned again
as my ankles were released and the blood flowed freely through my
ankles and feet again.

"Go clean up," Connor commanded, "but leave the gag right where it is.
Join us in the living room, you can bring your clothes, but don't put
them on."

I found the bathroom and showered, cleaning the sperm from my pussy
didn't make me feel any better. Drying off quickly I headed back to
the bedroom to grab my clothes and then went downstairs. Connor and
his son were seated when I entered the living room, both of them naked
and looking at me with both lust and contempt.

"Carol," Connor laughed, "drop the clothes and come over here."

I did as he said, standing in front of him and his son I felt more
like a piece of meat than a person, but then that's all I was to them,
a piece of meat to be used. My eyes were still blurred with tears and
seeing them only seemed to make Connor more pleased with himself.

"You look so cute with that gag in your mouth." Connor laughed, "Take
it off though, after all, you can't give us a blow job with that thing
on. Paul, this slut gives a blow job you wouldn't believe."

"I can't wait to find out for myself." Paul laughed.

I took the ball gag off and dropped it with my clothes; working my jaw
to ease it I looked at Connor and waited for him to speak. His
instruction to 'suck the kid off' came as no surprise, though I had
expected him to want me to do him first. Kneeling in front of Paul I
leant over to take his cock in my mouth, his father was laughing as I
started to suck Paul off, deep throating and sucking at his cock I did
my utmost to make the boy cum quickly.

"Shit," Paul exclaimed as I drew him towards climax, "it's like having
a vacuum cleaner on your cock! Jesus dad, you can make a fortune with
that mouth alone! Aaah, shit, shit!"

His thick juices spurted into my throat and I drank them down quickly,
thankfully he was too intent on the feel of his cock spurting in my
throat to pull his fathers trick of pulling out to spurt on my face.
By the time he thought of pulling out of my mouth I had sucked the boy
dry.

"Okay Paul," Connor said to his son, "off to bed, Carol and I have
some business to discuss."

"Aww, dad, come on," Paul wheedled, "can't I do her in the arse
first?"

"Maybe another time." Connor laughed, "Now go to bed."

When his son was gone Connor looked at me and grinned, he said nothing
just pointed to his erect cock. I knew what he wanted so went over to
kneel at his feet, lean over and take his cock into my mouth.

"Ah," he sighed as I went down on him, "that feels so nice. Just keep
that up Carol while I fill you in on how things will be from now on."

Moving up and down on his cock I felt dread filling me at his words.

"On Fridays and Saturdays I want you at my place in town," he said
with his breathing coming faster, "I have a lot of clients that would
pay well for your services. I'll pay you for clothes, but the rest
comes to me. Sundays you'll come here so my son can 'play' with you,
and of course me too. We'll work out the rest of the weekday schedule
later, but I think you'll find little time left for more than meals
and a little sleep."

Thankfully his cock in my mouth, a cock that was suddenly thrust down
my throat as it throbbed and spurted, silenced my sobs of despair.
Just as quickly it was pulled from my mouth so that the last spurts
could cover my lips and chin, Connor grunted as he squeezed the last
drop of cum onto my face.

"So," he panted looking down at my cum covered face, "that's a deal
then, you work for me."

"Bastard!" I spat at him.

"I'll take that as a yes." He laughed, "After all, just think what
your precious David would do if he found out who tonight's whore was."

It was all I could think of and because of it I was trapped into a
deal that would see me become a common whore again with Connor as my
pimp. He could see the defeat in my eyes and laughed even louder, but
he wanted to hear my humiliation, to hear me surrender.

"That was a yes, wasn't it?" he asked with a grin.

"Yes." I sighed in defeat.

"Good." He laughed, "Now get dressed and go home, you can figure out
what to tell your kid about all the time he'll be spending on his own
from now on."

Feeling numb I dressed, cum splattering off my chin onto my dress as I
slipped it on brought me back to my senses a little, but I only wiped
away the sticky fluid distractedly. As I headed for the door Connor
laughed loudly.

"You forgot something." He called out to me.

Turning I looked at him, he was holding up the ball gag and I shook my
head at him.

"Here, catch," he said tossing the gag across the room to me, "a
little souvenir of tonight, keep it with you, never know, it may come
in handy again."

I caught the gag and stared at it, Connor laughed even louder as I put
it in my purse, his laughter followed me out of the house into the
night air. Like a zombie I walked home, dreading that I would find my
son still up when I got there. My dread turned to concern when I got
home to discover David wasn't there at all, not in his room nor
anywhere else in the house.

"Oh Jesus," I gasped as I sank onto the couch, "please God don't let
him have guessed who he was having sex with, oh please God don't let
it be that."

In my mind I had visions of either Paul or his father having somehow
let my son know it was me he had been fucking, of David shocked and
traumatized running away from home, from me. Sobbing I sat with my
face buried in my hands.

"Shit! Mum, what's wrong?" my son's voice suddenly sounded from the
living room door.

"DAVID!" I shrieked as I shot off the couch to clasp him in my arms,
"Oh, God I was so worried when I didn't find you here when I got
home."

He held me and comforted me almost as though he were the adult and I
the child. Feeling his arms around me I felt safe and, to my shame,
excited, guiltily I pushed away from him and turned my back on him.

"Where were you?" I asked unable to look at him.

"Making a phone call." He answered, "Mum, what's wrong, why won't you
look at me."

"A phone call?" I said ignoring his question, "Is our telephone out of
order?"

"No mum, I just didn't want the call traced back here." He replied
putting a hand on my shoulder, "Mum, what's wrong?"

"David, please," I said shrugging off his hand, "I'm tired is all."

Sitting on the couch I looked at the floor to avoid looking at my son,
to avoid letting him see my shame, my guilt and even worse, my
excitement. I bit back a sob as he came to crouch in front of me; he
took one of my hands in both of his and tried to look at my face.

"The call," I said to distract him, "what was it about this call that
you couldn't do it from here?"

"I'll tell you about it later." He said firmly, "Right now I need to
know why you are so upset and why you won't look at me."

"David, darling," I half muttered still looking at the floor, "I ... I
want you to know I love you more than anything else in this world."

"And I love you mum," he said, "but that's not why you're like this is
it."

His words were a statement rather than question and I was thankful not
to have to find some falsehood to tell my son. Only he was still
waiting for me to tell him why I was avoiding his eyes, why I was
crying and I couldn't think of any way to divert him from the truth.

*********************

When I'd left Connor's place I went straight home, but not to go to
bed, oh no, I went upstairs to the bathroom and opened the louver
windows. From here I could see a street a couple of roads away, the
very street my other would have to go through to get home, I needed to
see her coming home before carrying out the last part of my plan. For
ages I sat at that window watching for my mother, every time I saw a
movement my hopes rose only to be dashed a moment later. Sighing and
with growing concern I would go back to my lonely vigil. Needless to
say my thoughts began straying to how my mother's pussy had tasted,
how her pussy had felt as I had slid my cock in and out of her, and
pretty soon I had a hard-on that had me squirming in an effort to get
it into a more comfortable position within the confines of my pants.

Over an hour later I breathed a sigh of relief as I saw my mother come
into view, there was no mistaking her and I quickly closed the window,
left the bathroom, grabbed my coat and headed out of the house. It was
a close thing; I barely got around the corner at the other end of our
road when my mother appeared. Grinning I headed for the public phone
box a street over, with luck Connor would find himself with lots of
awkward questions to answer in a few hours time. It didn't take long
to get to the public phone box and picking up the telephone I fed it
some coins then very carefully dialled the number I'd noted on a piece
of paper.

"Metropolitan Police, Vice Division." A male voice answered.

"You the guys I talk to about a paedophile?" I asked dropping my voice
to as low a tone as I could manage.

"We are indeed sir," the voice at the other end of the line held a
sudden interest, "do you have some information you think might help
us?"

"Don't know about help you, but it might keep some of our kids a bit
safer, if you act quickly on it." I said back, "There's this guy
Michael Connor, lives at 53 Westlake Crescent, he got a bit drunk the
other night and sort of boasted about stuff he has at home, some of it
on a computer, kiddie stuff if you know what I mean."

"I know what you mean sir. And you believed him?" the copper asked.

"Not at first I didn't," I held back a giggle before going on, "told
him so too and he said he'd proof. He's a sick bastard, carries a
couple pictures of this kid, can't be more than 15, sucking his dick.
The kid doesn't look as though he's enjoying it either, when I point
that out this Connor guy gets all smug and puffed up. Then he tells me
the kid is the son of an ex-prostitute and he's told the kid that
he'll keep his mother's past a secret if the kid 'pleases' him, he,
Connor that is almost cried laughing when he told me he planned
putting the mother back on the game by telling her he won't tell the
kid about her past if she plays ball."

"He sounds a right piece of work." The copper said down the phone, "Do
you want to tell me your name sir?"

"Hell no!" I answered quickly, "Just check this son-of-a-bitch out,
you'll find more than enough evidence hanging around in his house for
you to arrest him without me."

"Thank you for the information sir," the copper said unsurprised that
this 'witness' was not going to come forward, "I've given you a
witness number of 1843, just quote that if you need to contact us
again."

"1843," I repeated, "okay, guess it couldn't hurt to have a code name.
Just get that sick fuck, get him off the streets and the kiddies can
feel a little safer. By the way, he's got a teenaged son, don't know
if he's involved or how deeply if he is, but it might be worth
checking him out too."

With the copper's thanks ringing in my ears I hung up and headed for
home, although the call hadn't taken long enough time had passed to
let my mother get home to find me not there. As I got near home I
could see the glow of light through the closed living room curtains
and through the glass in the front door. Making as little noise as I
could I slipped indoors, closing the door behind me I took off my
coat, hung it up then tiptoed to the living room doorway.

Now I'd planned on not telling my mother what I knew and what I had
done about it at that time, but one look at her sat slumped and
sobbing on the couch with her face in her hands changed my mind. There
was just no way I could let her suffer alone any longer, though I
decided to see if she would tell me her problem first.

"Shit! Mum, what's wrong?" I said as I took a step into the room.

"DAVID!" she shrieked then bounced off the couch, ran across the room
and put me in a bear hug, "Oh, God I was so worried when I didn't find
you here when I got home."

I held her tight stroking her hair and talking softly to try and calm
her down, all the while I was praying she wouldn't notice my hard cock
where I was pressed against her body. For a moment my mother seemed to
relax then she pushed away from me, turning her back to me as she
moved.

"Where were you?" she asked seemingly unable to look at me, I guessed
she felt guilty about having me fuck her, though I wasn't supposed to
know it had been her in that hood thing.

"Making a phone call." I said, at the same time wondering if the cops
were already moving in on Connors, "Mum, what's wrong, why won't you
look at me?"

"A phone call?" she said ignoring my question, "Is our telephone out
of order?"

"No mum, I just didn't want the call traced back here." I answered
putting one of my hands on her shoulder, "Mum, what's wrong?"

"David, please," she almost sobbed as she shrugged off my hand, "I'm
tired is all."

She went and sat on the couch and looked at the floor to avoid looking
at me, biting back a curse I went over and crouched in front of my
mother, taking one of her hands in both of mine I ducked my head down
to try to see her face. Only she kept twisting her head so I couldn't
see her face or eyes.

"The call," she said obviously trying to distract him, "what was it
about this call that you couldn't do it from here?"

"I'll tell you about it later." I said firmly while trying hard not to
let my nervousness and concern show, "Right now I need to know why you
are so upset and why you won't look at me."

"David, darling," she almost whispered down at the floor, "I ... I
want you to know I love you more than anything else in this world."

"And I love you mum," I answered honestly, "but that's not why you're
like this is it."

"David, please, I can't ..." she began to sob, "Please don't ask,
okay."

"No mum, it's not okay." I said forcefully, "If you are upset it hurts
me too. So tell me what the problem is."

"God David, please don't ask..." she cried as her hand tightened on
mine almost painfully, "You'll hear people say things ... about me ...
call me things and I want you to remember how much I love you."

"Things like what?" I asked softly, "That you were once a prostitute?
Bit too late then, I already knew that."

*********************

No matter how I tried to avoid the subject David kept pressing me to
tell him what was wrong, nothing I said seemed to dissuade him from
his course. And then he said those words that froze my heart in my
breast.

"Things like what?" he spoke the question softly, "That you were once
a prostitute? Bit too late then, I already knew that."

"David!" I gasped jerking my head up to look at him in surprise, "Oh
God David, you knew? But how? When?"

"Calm down mum," he soothed me with his voice and the gentle pressure
of his hands on mine, "Dad told me shortly before he ... well he told
me. He also asked me to keep my eye out for you when your 'skeleton',
as he put it, 'fell out of the cupboard'. He got me to promise to look
out for you and keep you out of trouble whatever it took. I gave him
that promise mum, I gave it willingly and happily."

"Oh dear God," I cried, "how could I have been so lucky to have had
two such wonderful men in my life?"

"Had?" he queried, "I know dad's gone, but I'm still here for you
mum."

I let my head drop in shame and guilt, there was more he needed to
know, but I just couldn't bring myself to tell him, not then or at any
time in the future. How could I face him after this? And of course,
because I couldn't face him or tell him what had happened I would
drive him from me, I felt overwhelmed by it all and just clasped his
hands and cried.

"Mum," David said softly, "tell me what's upsetting you, you never
know, things might not be as bad as they seem."

I wondered if he could be right, but then the thought of his shock and
disgust at me for what had happened kept me silent. Bad enough that I
knew we had had sex together without burdening him with that guilty
secret too.

"Okay then," he seemed to sigh softly, "I'll tell you what's upsetting
you."

I raised my tear-streaked face to look at him; he was smiling as he
crouched in front of me, his hands still holding one of mine gently.
For a moment I felt desire rising in me for him and with a sob I
lowered my head again to hide my shame.

"Part of what's worrying you" my son continued, "is to do with Connor,
he wants you to go back on the game as one of his girls doesn't he.
He's using your past as a lever to make you do what he wants. But that
lever won't work mum, I already know what he thinks is such a big
secret and I doubt many would be that concerned about what you did
sixteen years ago."

He paused as though to give me a chance to speak, but I couldn't, I
just couldn't say anything for fear of hinting at my real shame.

"But," he sighed, "I guess what's really upset you is me having had
sex with you tonight."

"Oh God!" I gasped in horror and looking into his eyes, "How did
you...?"

He put a finger to my lips to silence me and smiled gently, as I
looked in his eyes I could only see love and concern, no accusations,
no shock, no disgust. It was as though he were unaffected by what had
happened between us.

"You forget," he grinned, "I heard everything Connor said to you in
the living room the other day. It didn't take the brain of an Einstein
to work out what he and his son were up to when Paul approached me all
friendly, apologetic and wanting to make it up to me. It actually
worked in my favour to be invited into their home, saved me ... well
let's just say I was working to a plan."

"But..." I tried to speak and he shushed me again.

"Mum," he said suddenly blushing, "do you know how often I have
fantasised about having sex with you? Actually doing it, even under
those circumstances, was beyond my wildest dream."

"David!" I breathed.

My mind was reeling as he spoke, it was impossible but yet here he was
telling me that he not only knew it was me on that bed, but that he
had wanted to take me as a man takes a woman. My greatest worry had
been how he would react if he ever learnt what had happened, his words
seemed to lift a weight from my heart as I stared at my son.

"Oh God," I sighed giving him a half smile, "I was so worried that you
would hate me for what happened."

"You should know me better than that mum." He laughed and reached out
to hug me.

The feel of his arms around me, his body pressed to me made me feel
safe, loved and oh so excited, blushing I leant back and lowered my
eyes again.

"Now what?" he asked with a hint of mischief in his voice.

Laughing I shook my head as I avoided answering his question, I was
still taking in the fact that he was not at all upset about having had
sex with me to consider that he would be just as unmoved if I
confessed that he was exciting me.

"Want me to tell you what it is now?" he chuckled.

"Oh Lord, David!" I gasped and looked up at him again, "Please don't
tell me you can read minds."

"Only yours mum." He laughed, "Would I be right in saying that you
enjoyed me fucking you and that now you get excited by being close to
me or by being held by me?"

Dumbstruck I could only nod an affirmative. It was impossible for him
to know how I felt, yet he not only knew, he knew it to the full and
seemed to understand my turmoil.

"Didn't it occur to you," he smiled raising one of his hands to stroke
my cheek softly, "that when I admitted having had fantasies about you
I was also admitting that I still want you mum? If only you knew how
hard it is for me to be here with you and not take you in my arms to
kiss you."

I could not believe that he felt as excited by me as I did by him.
Then my thoughts came crashing down as I remembered that it was just
this desire for each other that Connor was now using to force me to
work for him.

"Oh darling," I sighed as my tears flowed again, "Connor..."

"Don't worry about Connor." David interrupted as he sat up on the
couch beside me and put an arm around my shoulders.

"But..." I started again.

"I said not to worry." He said firmly, "I've sorted out Connor and
after this his word will be worthless, no-one will believe anything he
says."

"How?" I found myself gasping out, "What did you do?"

"It's connected to that phone call." He said and squeezed my shoulder,
"While Paul and Connor were taking their turns with you I was down in
Connor's study putting files on his computer, kiddie porn files and a
few faked up pictures of Connor with kiddies. The phone call was to
the Vice Squad, by now they should be ripping the fragments of the
files I left out of his system and yelling 'paedophile' at the top of
their voices."

"But surely they won't believe it for long." I objected, "And then
we'll be back to square one."

"Mum," my son grinned, "the cops are under a lot of pressure to crack
down on kiddie porn, do you think they will let a little thing like
planted evidence slow them down much, after all they didn't plant it.
After the recent spate of sex assaults on kids round here they'd
charge a corpse if they thought they had a shred of anything
resembling evidence. If I'm right it will be big news in the morning,
if it isn't ... well I'll just have to think of something else in that
case. And now, I think we need to get some sleep, it's been a long day
for both of us."

"I do feel tired." I admitted, "Only ... David, I don't want to be
alone, I've felt so alone all week, would you...?"

"Sleep in your bed?" he finished for me, "I'd like that, I'd like that
very much. Only..."

"Only what?" I asked worried he had doubts of some sort.

"Only do you think we'll get much sleep?" he chuckled.

It took a second for his words to sink in and when it did I burst out
laughing, David was laughing right along with me and for the first
time in so many days I felt a moment of happiness.

"Maybe not," I laughed, "but I'll risk it if you will."

*********************

When I woke in the morning it was to the feel of a soft, warm, sensual
body pressing close to mine. Smiling I relived the night in my mind,
we'd come up to bed, to her bed, it had been one of the most exciting
moments of my life to be undressing with my mother. When we had slid
into bed it had been like two shy lovers rather than as mother and
son, but our shyness didn't last for long.

Having my mother as a willing and active partner was unbelievable, her
hands seemed to know just how to touch me to excite me the most, her
lips were even more sensual and when she straddled my cock and rode us
both to climax I thought I had died and gone to heaven. But even more
than that, my mother taught me how to excite her with my hands and my
mouth as much as she excited me. It was a strange mix of a voyage of
discovery and the meeting of two intimate lovers.

Just thinking about what we had done together was exciting me and my
cock was tenting the bed covers. Turning my head I looked at my
sleeping mother's face, her lips were curved in a wonderfully
satisfied smile; I knew just how she felt. She stirred in her sleep
and her hand that had been laid across my waist slid down, it didn't
take long for that hand to come to rest on my hard cock. Her hand
closed around my erection and began to rub slowly, sensually up and
down on my shaft.

"Hmmm," my mother sighed, her eyes slowly opening, "I could get used
to this."

"Me too." I sighed as her hand started to move faster on my cock.

Sliding a hand down her body I started to stroke her pussy, whether
from dreams or from having my cock in her hand her pussy was wet and
ready for action. My mother gave a squealing laugh as I rolled her
onto her back, removed her hand from my cock and moved between her
widespread legs. We both groaned with pleasure as I slid my cock into
her oh so tight pussy, within moments we were moving together with the
confidence of two people who knew what the other wanted. The sliding
of her pussy on my cock was glorious, her pussy muscles seeming to
massage my erection as it moved within her and she had this way of
suddenly clenching her muscles that drove us both wild. Kissing
ardently we made wild abandoned love, made all the sweeter by the
illegality of the act and by our love for each other.

A wild and glorious time later I felt my mother's body starting to
tremble beneath me, I had learnt that this trembling preceded her
orgasm and I started to thrust into her with abandon.

"David!" my mother forced our lips apart and cried out passionately as
her body started to buck in climax.

Around my cock her pussy went into rippling spasms, tightening even
more and this drove me over the edge into my own orgasm. With a cry of
my own I buried my cock as deep in her shaking body as I could get
then shot my seed into her.

It took us another half hour to recover enough to get out of bed,
shower and head downstairs to get some breakfast. Soon we had coffee
and toast in front of us, as we ate I looked at the clock and saw that
it was almost eight.

"The news will be on in a moment." I said around a mouthful of toast.

"Don't talk with your mouth full." My mother admonished me.

"You didn't say that last night." I chuckled.

"Oh you..." my mother laughed, "you're impossible. But I love it and
you."

"I love you mum." I smiled as I took one of her hands in mine, "How
about the news?"

She seemed reluctant, but with a sigh my mother turned on the small
portable TV we had in the kitchen. The news had already started, but
we had timed things just right, as they had just gone to the main
story. We listened to the report of 'arrests' of 'major players' in
the kiddie porn arena, in a dawn raid one man and a youth had been
taken into custody and considerable amounts of materials confiscated.
I frowned as the article listed videotapes and photographs as well as
computer files amongst the items confiscated. In disbelief I looked at
my mother, she looked at me with wide eyes as it sank in that Connor
had actually been doing what I had gone to such lengths to frame him
for.

"I'll be damned!" I suddenly laughed, "Talk about coincidence."

"Oh David," my mother laughed, "we really are free of him and that boy
of his."

"Pity about Paul," I grinned, "I was looking forward to beating him to
a pulp."

My mother seemed to suddenly glow with life as though a cloud had been
removed from above her, of course this also had the effect of
heightening her sexuality and I felt my cock go hard just looking at
her. This was the first morning of our new life, now we were more than
mother and son, we were lovers and I looked forward to the days,
weeks, months and years we would share together. The skeleton was back
in the closet and unlikely to see the light of day again.

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