Perverts 'R' Us .

Son, Your Mom Needs Lovin Too

By Jaz (Blackmail, coercion, oral, anal, tomfoolery)

I like to think that I am a normal woman. I mean I love, I cry, I have needs and desires. I don't know if I can explain the events of the last 2 days, I don't know if it makes any difference that I am sorry for what happened. I know that things got out of hand. I never intended to make my son rape me. I can see now that this was wrong. I should have been more mature, I should have controlled my lust. I accept that I have made mistakes. All I ask is that John be a man... and admit that he is at least partially responsible for what happened. I mean shit it's not like I just woke up one day, spread my pussy lips apart and said "come and get it."

My lawyer says that I have to admit to my crime in order to get the best plea agreement and minimize my jail time. Fine, I'll do it. But if I am going to tell the story I'll do it my way, I am going to tell ALL of it. Sorry John but if you want to play hardball so can mommy.

Thanksgiving was a week away. It started innocently enough. John was taking Beth Roberts to the Fall Festival but he did not know how to dance.

"Uh mom, I don't want to look like a geek, could you show me a few steps so I don't embarrass myself."

"Of course John, I'd be happy to."

We turned on the stereo and I popped in Frank Sinatra's Fly Me To The Moon. As we stood in front of each other it struck me how tall my son had gotten. I mean, I knew he was tall, but tall across the room is very different from tall standing six" away.

There is something very intimate about a slow dance. For me it had always been a prelude to sex. Prior to that day I had never slow danced with a man that I did not intend to fuck. As I looked at my 6' 1" 15 year old son, I was reminded of his prick of a father. A condescending, selfish bastard who left me when he found out I was pregnant. I hated him for that, to this day, but damn if he was not a pretty man. Whenever he held me, I would get these little sweats, and flutters. My pussy would start this itchy little trickle. As mad as we got at each other, he always inspired a sense of fuck-lust in me. I am an attractive woman, and have had several lovers since he left, but none of them have made me itch, I had not felt my pussy drip for another man until the day I held my son.

"Mom, uh mom, I said where should I put my hands?"

I knew where I wanted them. I could not believe that this was my son. I wanted his hands on my ass-meat, wanted to feel his fingers cupping my butt. I wanted to sniff him, to lick him, to taste him, and make him mine. In that moment I wanted nothing more than to feel his warm, young cock, tight against my sweaty pussy. I wanted it, but I managed to get a hold of myself and said, in a level tone "Put your arm around my waist, and give me your left hand. "

He was so awkward and clumsy at first that for a time he became my son again. The first time he stepped on my foot it was funny, the second time I understood; but 4 times in less than five minutes...puhleeez, only my boy could do that. Each mistake made him feel more awkward, and even clumsier. If I wanted to save my feet I had to do something.

"John you aren't doing too bad for your first time, but I think you can do better."

"Aw Mom you know I suck at this, I'm going to make a fool of myself, and embarrass Beth. You gotta help me."

"Hmm well the first thing you have to do is re-la-x. I'd suggest you stay away from the fast songs. You are not ready for them. Dancing is simple when you stick to the slow stuff. All you have to do is hold a pretty girl in your arms, and rock her gently in time to the music. Beth will just think you are romantic. Wanna try one?"

"Ok I guess, so."

"Um John, I am sorry but if I am going to show you how to do this you have to stop treating me like your mom, and hold me close like you would Beth...mmm that's better."

Sinatra's Summer Wind was playing now and John seemed to be getting the hang of it. I nestled my head on his shoulder and he slowly led me around our living room. It seemed only natural that our bodies kept moving closer together. It seemed only right that I grind my pussy into him and hold it there. It seemed obvious that his thick hard coc...wait a minute, his cock WAS hard!! This was not my fantasy, this was reality. About the time I realized what was happening, John did too.

"Oh my god, mom I didn't mean it, Iamsosorry," John said as he backed away covering his bulging erection. It was at that moment my life changed forever. I knew that I could have my son if I wanted to. I could fuck him, and he'd like it. On another day, under a different set of circumstances I know I would have let him leave. But on that day my pussy was trickling, and fuck-lust was upon me. On that day he wasn't going anywhere.

"John stop right there, it's alright I know what is happening. I made you get a hard on, so we can practice how to avoid it when you are dancing with Beth. You asked me to help you avoid embarrassment, I mean let's face it this would have been pretty darn embarrassing with Beth in front of a room full of kids at the dance. In private maybe, but no girl is going to want a big pole like this poking her in public, "I said as I playfully wrapped one hand a my son's hard on.

"Oh shit, what the fuck am I going to do?" John said in a mortified tone, with his dick still at half mast.

"John you know I don't appreciate that kind of language, " I said in a stern tone.

"Sorry mom."

"Now here is what we are going to do. This is a very common problem with some men. It is just a question of control. I want you to start dancing with me again. Follow my instructions, and no matter what I do, try to make your erection soften. Take your time and don't be embarrassed. I am your mother, I used to change your diapers and I have seen everything you have," I laughed as we begun dancing again.

I am a 35 yr old woman, and I know many things. I know how to cook, I know how to shoot a gun, and I damn sure now how to keep a man's dick
nice and hard for a good long time. A Horny 15 yr old just didn't stand a chance.

"John put your hands on the curve of my backside and gently caress me. That's it slide your finger into the crack. If things are going well with Beth you are going to want to do this to her. You will ruin it if you cannot control your erection," I explained as my son rubbed my butt.

"Aw mom I can't help it. Every time you press into me, or breathe in my ear, or lick my neck I just keep getting hard", John said in a frustrated tone.
"Don't give up, there are some extreme things we can try to help you gain control...but I'd like to avoid them if I can. Tell you what, grab my butt hard and ram yourself into me as tight as you possibly can...there that's it, now keep me there, don't move, uh that's it HARDER, shove it against me harder," I demanded.

"Oh, oh, uh mom, mom let go of me, stop moving, I am gonna shoot, I'm gonna cum!!" he cried in despair as he shot his load into his pants, while he squeezed my ass in his hands. He actually lifted me off the floor and began kissing me, wildly, deeply. What he did not know was that the small orgasms that I had been having for the last 5 minutes had culminated in one gigantic blast when I felt his dick jerking into me. His hands were roaming all over my breasts, and while he squeezed, and pinched my nipples through my shirt he was making these baby animal fuck grunts. He had backed me up to the dining room table and I was about to bend over for a good doggie fuck, when he just stopped. He just fucking stopped.

"What am I doing? Mom I am so sorry, please you have gotta believe me it was an accident. Please forgive me, I swear to god it will never happen again. I am not going to the dance. I can't believe I am such a pervert. It was almost like I was raping you. I just kept thrusting into you, tasting you, playing with your tits. Mom your ass...is perfect I have never felt anything like it, so warm and full and tight and round. I wanted to fuck you so bad, and I did not care what you wanted mom. I did not care! "he shouted in a loud bitter tone as salty tears burned down his cheek.

I was scared, and maybe a little angry. I knew my son, and could hear the conviction in his voice. I knew that he was telling the truth. He meant it, he was never going to scratch my itchy, wet little pussy. He was going to leave me hungry for his beef-meat, always wondering how it would feel to surrender myself to my son. In my heart I had already accepted him as a lover. I craved his cock and his cum. He had the RIGHT to fuck me until I was a silly little slut-puddle. He was choosing not to. You have to understand that had never happened to me before. I am not being conceited, I am being honest. Every man that I have wanted to fuck, I have fucked, and they have been thankful for the privilege. How could a 15 yr old snot turn me down.

I am not rich, or smart, or even an especially nice person. I know that. But I am a sexy attractive woman who is damn good at fucking. I know that too. It is who I AM, part of my identity. ("Hi my name is Susan, and I am a fuck slut.") I'll be honest, at 35 I was afraid that I was starting to get old, losing my charm. Maybe that's why I just could not let it go. I started fantasizing about my son's young hard cock. I wondered what his cum would taste like, was he salty or sweet. Would his cum slide down my throat, or would it stick in little creamy clumps. I had to know. His dick felt soo big and hot through his pants when he pressed in to me, but would it fill me, stretch me, scratch my insides the way his father's did? I decided to seduce my son. I began wearing skimpier and more revealing night clothes around the house. Whenever possible I exposed myself to him.

"John come up here I need you to get me a towel," I called to him from the shower.

"Uh ok mom I'll just lay it down over here," he said as he got an eyeful of my wet naked body.

"Honey this is so embarrassing but I have soap in my eyes, would you mind drying my face off?...Ah thanks, honey you are a lifesaver. Hmm I guess you've seen more of your wrinkly, fat old mom than you'd ever want to huh?" I said in a self depreciating tone.

"Mom what are you talking about! You are gorgeous! Look at these tits, and that ass! Any man would be lucky to fuc--- uh sorry mom, I got a little carried away there. But you do look really, um good."

"Well I guess my tits are ok, at least they haven't started to sag, but here--feel my ass. Do you think it's getting a little flabby?" I said as I trapped his hand between my cheeks.

John started moaning softly as he played with my ass. His large firm hands kept pulling on me. He kept making little circles around my anus, working up the nerve to stick a finger in me. I felt myself begin to drip. If I had just kept my mouth shut for a little longer I know I would have had him. But when I moaned out in pleasure, my son thought he had caused me pain.

"Oh god mom what am I doing. What's wrong with me? Mom I don't know how this happened. A part of me just wants to fuck you. I'm sorry but I want to fuck my mom. I wish you could be mine, my woman. But...I know it can never happen. I won't let it happen. I promise mom, I swear to god, I will never touch you like that again. You can trust me," he said with tears in his voice as he turned and quickly left the room. I tried several times over the next few days to talk with him about what happened, to reason with him. I told him that he had not hurt me, that it had actually felt good, and that I forgave him for what happened.

But the stubborn, selfish little shit paid me no mind. He was so wrapped up in his own private crisis, he just tuned me out. I was his mother. I couldn't very well say "son I need your monster meat stuffed up my slippery cunt." It was hopeless. I had failed. That had never happened to me before. The thing that made me special, that identified me as me from the time I was 14, was that when I wanted a man in my bed, I got him. Every. Fucking. Time. When you try to judge me please understand my mental and emotional state. I was desperate, horny and scared.

Now that's a dangerous combination if there ever was one. I can see now that some of my actions were wrong. I admit that. But others were at fault too. I decided if John was too pig headed to fuck me willingly, well I would just have to make other arrangements. I never could have made my son rape me, if his father had not helped.

Ronald Sloptvik is an asshole.

Let's be clear about that. He does not respect women (men either) is selfish, and sometimes cruel. A small part of me still loved him though. I did not really have a choice, cuz every once in a while I needed his cock in my cunt. It was as simple as that. After all these years my pussy still belonged to him. He owned it, and he knew it. As long as I didn't piss him off he was a lot of fun to be around. He wanted nothing to do with fatherhood, or responsibilities. If I stayed away from shit like that he would do just about anything for me. He'd never admit it, but my pussy must fit him pretty good too. Every couple of weeks we'd get together and fuck until we couldn't piss straight. My itch would get scratched, his dick would get polished. Then I'd remember: Ronald Sloptvik is an asshole.

I do not really love him and he does not love me. I guess that's why this all happened. I wanted someone to love me, to care about my feelings. I needed someone to talk to. Is that so wrong? Yes Ronald fucked me better than any man ever had, but it was not enough. John added the potential of true love AND Hot sex. It was worth the risk, even though he was my son. Maybe you have never been tempted. Maybe you have never done something that you are ashamed of on one level but...still know you had to do it. If you have never been faced with such a dilemma then you are not qualified to pass judgement on me. Have you ever been in love? Have you ever needed someone so much that you would do anything to have them? I have, and I did. Think about it- people write songs, books, plays and movies about the extremes we go to for love. People get lovesick, crazy in love, in fact "all is fair in love..."Whenever Ron and I finished fucking, I'd go back to my life, and he'd return to his. John did not know that Ron was his father. I guess that's what got me to thinking. I went to his house the day before "the incident".

"Ron, open up I need to talk to you." He came to the front door wearing a pair of black levis, no shirt no shoes; just 200 lbs of 6ft 3in muscle crammed into a pair of levis that looked like he painted them on. I felt a tiny little itch at the bottom of my stomach. He looked me over, his eyes lingered on my heavy tits and short skirt. I knew when I put it on that he was going to flip it up and ask to fuck my ass, in fact I was counting on it. As soon as I got inside it began.

"Damn Suze you look good enough to eat. I need a taste right now baby," John said as he pressed me up against the door.

I could feel the doorknob bumping hard into my ass as he licked and kissed my face. I knew my plan had a better chance of working if I asked for the favor BEFORE I agreed to fuck him so I tried to slow things down.

"Do you like my outfit? I was thinking of you when I bought it, I said as I pushed him away enough for me to spin around quickly and make the short skirt flare out. It was clear that I did not have any panties on. I faced the door and began wiggling my ass, teasing, taunting John with my round juicy bottom.

John had not been allowed to fuck my ass in 16 years. That was the price he had to pay for leaving me and our child. It had been hard and maybe a little bit cruel, because he was a first class assaholic. He loved to lick my butt, to snake his tongue deep in my tightest hole. John loved the power it gave him over me, seeing me squirm and pant and cry out. But what he loved most of all was mounting me, drilling his 8" cock deep into me; power-fucking me for all he was worth.

It was not uncommon for him to make me bleed. I loved it when he licked me up and down my ass, I even liked it when he massaged my hole with his finger. If he lubricated me really good and went slow I did not mind a gentle fuck in the ass. But that's not how John liked it. He liked me bloody, and screaming, while he rode my tight butt and pulled my hair. When we were young and in love I guess I figured he was my man and I submitted. He was so appreciative after, and as soon as he recovered he would give me the most tender, delicious pussy fuck. It was worth the pain to make the man I loved happy, it was worth the pain to get the pleasure that he always delivered after.

But there was no way I was going to let him put me through that kind of pain, when I stopped loving him; when I knew he didn't love me. I still needed his cock. I sucked it, and fucked it. I licked it and kissed it, but I never let him stick it in my ass again. Oh he still asked me for it from time to time, but I think a part of him accepted that this was the price he had to pay for abandoning his family. In 16 years I had never given in. Not one time. Until now. As I lifted my skirt and offered my ass to him I saw him go hard and the ass-lust that covered his face was priceless.

He actually began to drool, and had to lick his lips and swallow.

"Wh, What are you playing at Susan? This is not funny. You wag that ass at me again and I'm going to fuck it, whether you like it or not," he warned as he stared at my ass.

"It's funny you should mention raping me, cuz that's exactly what I want you to do. I need you to help me with something, and if you do I will let you have my ass for one night. You can tear it apart. You can fuck me hard and nasty, and as bloody as you like. Just like we used to baby. For one night you will own me, go ahead feel how tight and warm it is, put your hands on it, that's right give me a squeeze. Can't you just picture me crying and screaming, and begging you to stop. But you won't will you? No, not you. You are gonna hurt my poor little ass aren't you. If you want you can tie me up. I'll be helpless and spread before you. I'll just have to take whatever you want to do to me. It's been 16 years Ron. Mmm do you remember how my ass smells, how it tastes? I haven't let anyone fuck me there since you. Can you imagine how tight I am now? Do you know how much it is going to hurt me? I'll be laying there crying, helpless, hating every minute while you fuck my tiny, tender little ass. You better make it count Ron, cuz I will never let you do it again. You will have one night to break me, to rape me the way we both know you've always wanted." I said as I pushed and wiggled my exposed ass into him. " Here's all you have to do... "

The plan was simple. I gave Ron a key, and he was to" break in", wearing a ski mask and a prominently displayed (temporary) tattoo. He would subdue our son and fuck me at (unloaded) gun point. Then on a whim he would force me to suck our son, to kiss him and caress him. Finally my boy would be made to fuck his mommy's cunt. If all went as planned I would then surrender myself to Ron the following night for a vicious and no doubt prolonged series of anal rapes. It would be well worth it if I could have my son. I knew that once my boy got a taste of me the mixture of guilt and lust would bring me many years of sexual pleasure. He would beg my forgiveness, ask how he could make it up to me. I would tearfully tell him how I hated the fact that he had raped me but...a part of me was excited by his skill as a lover. Since he had already raped me, I would ask him to make love to me, to help erase the memory of the pain he had caused.

How could a guilty, horny, teenager say no?

"Will you help me Ron?" The nasty little grin on Ron's face told me all I needed to know. As he ran his hands along my body I felt myself start to drip. I could feel his hard bulge pressing me into his front door. My ass kept rubbing the door knob. Suddenly he dropped to his knees and put his head under my skirt. Ron licked ad kissed my thighs for several minutes before he buried his tongue in my drippy little cunt. I couldn't believe it--he was making me cum already! It was too soon. We were still dressed, we were still standing up for shit's sake! It did not matter a wet, sticky mess was leaking out of me and on to Ron's face. I groaned in despair as I humped myself against him. I trapped his face with my legs and rammed the back of his head as hard as I could into my pussy. I do not know how he was able to breathe, and frankly I did not care. He was just a fuck tool, for my pleasure. A thing to get me off. I grunted and squatted on him rutting like a beast until I was satiated.

He laughed at my inability to control myself, then he picked me up like some fucking cave man, slung me over his shoulder and carried me to his bed. Ron fucked me for a long time that afternoon, and I was pretty sore by the time he was done. Just the thought of what we were planning to do turned us both on. A lot. Ron had a few conditions though that I had to agree to.

He made me write a letter saying this was all my idea, and promising to allow him to fuck my ass until it was raw and bloody. I gave him permission to lick, spank, fuck and cum in my ass as many times as he wanted for a 12 hour period of his choosing. He then had me read the letter into a tape recorder. In retrospect I guess that was a mistake.

I was so nervous the next day waiting for John to come home. I was wearing a pair of cut off, shorts and a black silk t-shirt. Ron had cut the phone line and was making a final check of his rape kit. Handcuffs, tape, gun--yup he was ready. Ron had applied one of those tattoos that come off with alcohol and water. It was a snake with a knife through the skull. If things went bad and the police were called, all John could identify the rapist by would be the tattoo--which of course would be washed away immediately after the rape.

"Come here Suze you gotta calm down, yer making me crazy," Ron said as he pulled me into his lap.

He hugged me close to him and softly nuzzled my neck and flicked his tongue in my ear. I began squirming in his lap and gently rocked myself on his erection. His thick meat was poking me in the ass and I was about to give it a squeeze when I heard John's key in the lock. Ron pushed me off of him, put on his ski mask, and grabbed the gun. My heart was pounding as I looked at him. He looked dangerous, evil--like violence waiting to happen, WANTING to happen.

"This is it Suze. Last chance to back out. I am going to have to be pretty scary to pull this off, and things are going to be a little rough on you. It's gotta look like it's real. He's gotta believe that I will rape you, kill you both, or your plan doesn't work. Say the word and I'll walk out the back door right now. Otherwise I'm going all the way."

As I stood in front of him I began to calm down a little. It was just an act. Deep down I knew Ron would never really hurt me. I had asked him to do this. I had a very small window of opportunity. I knew that once John started fucking girls his own age it would be too late for me to seduce him. If he went to the dance with that slut Beth, I might never get another chance. If I backed out now, I'd risk my one chance at true love.

"Do it Ron, do whatever it takes but I want to fuck him, I want him to be mine. You owe me this. I promise you will get the ass fuck of your life tomorrow, but give me our son tonight."

"Hi mom, I'm ho..."

" Howdy junior, I was just getting to know your mom. She seems like a real nice lady. It'd be a shame if I had to hurt her. Be a good boy and put these handcuffs on. I'll grab your TV, and stereo and be out of your life." John looked at me, then at the gun. He must have decided that it wasn't worth fighting to protect a TV, and put the cuffs on.

"Please don't hurt us we'll cooperate."

Ron sat him in a kitchen chair and wrapped a thick rope around his legs, securing him. Now that John was secure he turned his attention to me.

"Damn you are one fine looking woman. I've never had a kiss from a woman as pretty as you. You don't mind do ya?" Ron pulled me to him and lifted his mask enough to kiss me. I played my part and struggled and whimpered as I tried to get away.

"Hold still bitch or I'm gonna hurt your son. I want a full, open mouth kiss with lots of tongue and plenty of saliva. NOW!!" My son watched in horror as I submitted to the intruders tongue and as his hands began roaming over my belly. Ron kept licking my lips, teeth and the roof of my mouth, for several minutes. His tongue was playing with mine and we were making these little animal groans and grunts as he sucked my wet mouth.

"Shit bitch, you are one hot piece of ass. I want to see more. Strip for me, I want you naked."

"Please not in front of my son. I'll do whatever you want but don't make my son watch."

"Leave my mother alone You fucking assmmpff!," John screamed as his mouth was taped shut.

Ron walked over to me and ripped the silk shirt I was wearing right off my back, he undid my bra, and pulled my shorts down and off. I was not wearing panties and in less than 15 seconds I was completely nude.

"Look at her boy, just look at her. Can you blame me? She is fucking gorgeous. Those tits are supposed to be sucked, that's what god made them for. "

Ron had a full round tit in each hand and was kissing me hard again right in front of John. I could see from the corner of my eye that my son was watching in horrid fascination as his mother was slowly being raped right before him. He was bucking in vain, trying to get loose, but there was no chance.

"Get on your knees slut."

"No, don't make me do tha...smack! Ow!! you bastard you hit me!! " I said in surprise and fear. Ron had never hit me before, and it hurt a lot.

"Bitch, (Smack!) when I tell you (Thwack) to do something (thump) you better fucking do it. Now get on your fucking knees and suck my cock. I sank to my knees in shock and fumbled for the zipper on his jeans. At that moment all I cared about was not getting hit. I slowly sucked Ron's cock in my mouth and he sighed in contentment as I licked his shaft and played with his balls.

Ron's thick cock filled me as I opened my mouth as wide as I could to accommodate him. He started fucking himself into me. Usually he was fairly considerate about oral sex and made sure he did not go too fast or too deep. Not today. Ron seemed to take pleasure from hearing me choke on his cock. My son watched as I was brutally mouth fucked.

"Oh fuck, yer gonna make me cum you little whore, Arrfgh!" he screamed as he shot several blasts down my throat, on my eyes, nose and chin.

"What the fuck are you doing, you asshole. How dare you do that to me!"

"Lady I'm sick of you pretending to be so dainty. I know a slut when I smell one. I'm gonna show your son what a filthy whore you really are. Go on, give your son a kiss. If either of you screams I'll have to cut you.", Ron said as he pulled the tape off John's mouth.

"Mom what are we going to do? I don't want to kiss you but..."

"Shh baby we don't have a choice." Slowly I kissed my son, he was warm and gentle--shy almost. He tasted so sweet. I planted little baby kisses on his mouth that gradually became longer, wetter, deeper. He shut his eyes as I sucked on his tongue and moaned into my mouth. John started kissing me back, and I could smell his dick getting hard. He was almost mine!

"Ok sonny, you don't mind if we share her do ya. I promise I'll pass her back in a few minutes. Pussylips, I want you to get on all fours. You've been leaking girl cum for a while now and I want to see how you taste. But first spread your legs wide, no wider bitch. Don't look at me, look at your son. That's a good little girl. Can you see it boy, can you see what a wet pussy your mom has. It's dripping and glistening. Reach your hand in your cunt and get it nice and juicy, mmm. Now let me lick your fingers. Oh fuck you taste good. I'm getting hot in this mask though so sonny it's time for your blindfold."

Ron took his mask off and got behind me. He licked and sucked on my pussy for several minutes. He had fun playing with my clit and nibbling, and teasing my lower lips. I had several small orgasms. Then he did something I did not expect. Ron began rubbing, mashing, and kneading my butt. I did not really notice until he pulled my cheeks apart.

"Wh, what the fuck are you doing, get off me, you fuck!"

"Your mom is a little upset cause I am playing with her tight round ass. Sorry darlin but your pussy tasted so sweet, I want to try that ass."

Ron spread my cheeks wide and began taking long, slow licks up the length of my ass. Then he shaped his tongue into a tube and wiggled it into my anus. On the one hand it was humiliating to feel his saliva, my sweat, and sex juices make me so slippery. It ran down my thighs, into my pussy, and through my ass. I could hear sloshing noises, my SON could hear that my cunt was full of fluid. It was one of the most embarrassing moments of my life but...on the other hand it felt wonderful! Ron knew me, he knew how to turn me on, how to make me itchy and sweaty and in need of a nice slow fuck from a big thick dick. It was having an effect on John too. It seems the sound and smell of his mommy getting her ass and pussy licked had given him a raging hard on. Ron noticed it.

"Whoa that's quite a snake you got crawling down your leg. Better let your mom take a look at it. Be a good little whore and suck your son's cock while I keep tasting your ass."

"You, you are hard. John are you enjoying this! Do you like what this man is making me do? My god does it turn you on for me to be treated like a slut! I said in a shocked tone," Well let me do a good job for you master, I said as I slurped and sucked wildly on his cock until he jerked and came deep in my mouth. He could not see me swallow every drop of his salty goodness. John could not see the pleasure on my face as his father brought me to yet another orgasm.

"I guess you are going to let my son fuck me now (hint, hint). He will probably enjoy it. Do you want me to straddle his cock, should I bend over and let him rip into me? Hmm what now you sicko!"

"Hmm, I think I'd rather fuck you up the ass," Ron said in a quiet tone.

"Wh, what do you mean? You can't do that."

"Why not I'm your Rapist I can do whatever I want to you, and right now I want to fuck some blood out of your fat little ass, Ron said as he roughly squeezed my butt. My mind was racing. I was not ready for a Ron ass rape. It had been 16 years since I had suffered through one. There had to be a way out of this. All I wanted was a sweet virgin fuck from my son, not a vicious rip from his asshole of a father. I just needed a little time to think.

"Please don't do this, I'll suck you if you want but don't fuck me there" I begged.

"Tell you what, I like hearing a pretty woman beg me. Come sit in my lap. Now give me a kiss like a good little slut...mmm delicious. Spread your legs wide for me, while I play with your dripping, wet pussy for a while. Tell me how much you love me, how much you want me to fuck you," Ron demanded as he tickled my cunt.

"Daddy, I love you very much. Little Susie wants her handsome daddy to fuck her tiny little kitty. Can you feel how wet you made your little girl. Please daddy I need your meat nowww!" I whined as I humped my wet cunt against his stomach and squirmed on his hand.

"Good Job Susie, now I want to test your obedience. Spread your ass cheeks wide for daddy and beg daddy to fuck you in the ass. Daddy loves you and he will be very happy if you do as you are told."

I lost it then. Tears started leaking down my face and I heard this pathetic whimpering sound. It took me a few seconds to realize that it was coming from me. Ron wrapped his arms around me and held me while I cried. His erection was poking against my ass as he held me in his lap. His hands gently cupped and caressed my breasts and he softly whispered an unrelenting mantra of "I love you baby, I need you, you have to". Finally I could not take it anymore.

"Please don't hurt me, be gentle."

Ron looked me in the eye, smiled and said" No. You belong to me. Your entire body was made to pleasure me. You denied me what was rightfully mine for 16 years--you stole this beautiful ass from me. I love you Susan, god knows in my own way I love you. But I am going to hurt you tonight, and I am going to enjoy it."

Ron's laugh was evil, his face was a mix of hatred and lust that sickened me. I was afraid for my life. Then he did something I did not expect. He took John's mask off.

"I want you to see this boy, I want you to see what I am going to do to this filthy piece of sex. Now...spread your ass meat and sit on my cock!" he roared.

I looked at my son and saw the love, and anguish on his face. It gave me the courage to do what I knew I had to do. Slowly I peeled my butt apart and guided myself to Ron's beefy cock. I was still moist from the sloppy tongue job he had given me. It allowed the head to slip in just a little. I let out a sharp gasp.

"That's it honey, grind that ass all the way down. Take it all, give me a good ride."

I tried to slowly ease myself down on his fat prick but it was no use. My hole had closed up, I could not relax and the pain was causing me to lose my concentration. Suddenly Ron pushed down hard on the tops of my thighs, and thrust up hard into me. I felt something tear and we both screamed as his rock hard dick tore through my rectum. I tried to fight, to stand up; to somehow get away from the pain. Ron firmly held me in place. He was all the way in now and savoring the feeling.

"Oh baby it's been so long, so fucking long. Shhh, just hold still. Let me have you. Go ahead and cry it will be all right," he said as he slowly rocked me on his monster cock.

"Please, Ron it hurts so bad... let me go you promised, just let me go!!" I shrieked in fear and rising panic. Ron got out of the chair and pushed me to the floor. His dick never came out of me. I could feel it throbbing and moving inside. He positioned me on all fours, the tips of my tits were brushing the carpet. For about 5 minutes he kept me there. He was as deep in my ass as he could go, he did not thrust he just enjoyed the tightness of my pained contractions. He positioned me about a foot from my son's crotch.

"Are you ready Suze? I'm going to try and tear you open now. No more gentle fucks. If you want you can suck on our son's cock to help take your mind off the pain."

Before I could respond , before I could think Ron grabbed me by my hips and rammed hard. He laughed at the grunt I let out. I tried to scratch him but he just ripped me harder. Over and over, deeper and deeper. When you are getting a hard ass fuck from a big dicked man it's best to try and relax. Fighting, tensing up hurts him some and makes it harder for him to get in--but it hurts you a hell of a lot more. Unfortunately, relaxing requires a degree of trust that your partner isn't going to try and cause permanent injury. I simply could not open myself up to Ron, I could not give myself to him in that way any more. Ron wrapped my hair around his hands and began pulling and jerking my head from side to side as he pounded into me. He would go in fast and hard--and then hold it in for 5 seconds, before pulling out and ripping in again. At one point he started smacking and punching my ass, I don't know why he just did. He was fucking me forward.

And my boy saw it all.

He saw how pathetic this man had made me. How he was in control and I was nothing more than a hole, for his pleasure. I saw my son's hard dick in front of me and I reached for it; like a life-line. I needed something sweet, something else to think about so I sucked him into my mouth. The harder Ron fucked my poor ass, I sucked my son that much more. It was like I wanted to prove I could give more pleasure, than he could give pain. Ron was mauling my tits now and kissing my back and neck. His sweat was dripping on me as fuck after power fuck split my ass into a bloody mess.

"Love you baby, love your ass so much. I am never gonna stop, you are the best baby, the absofuckinlutely best ever! I am gonna have you every night. Scream for me, scream you sweet slut! Shake that ass!"

Suddenly my son's dick seemed to get even longer and popped into the bottom of my throat. As his father fucked me forward I was forced to swallow even more of my son's cock. As my son lifted his hips and thrust into my mouth my body rocked back to meet his father's brutal invader. Ron saw my predicament and of course took advantage of it. He roughly held my head in place. Both men had already come earlier and seemed to be in no hurry. It went on forever. Ron was laughing now as he raped me.

"That's it boy fuck your mother, rape her slutty mouth. Fill her with your cum, make her drink you dry. She loves it. She was made for this. Fuck her son, fuck, fuck, fuck her, "Ron said as he wrapped an arm around my waist and fucked me in the air. I kept sucking John, it was all I could do. It was the only comfort left to me. Ron put me down and started playing with my clit and I knew he must be getting close. He always liked us to orgasm together. It wasn't about my pleasure, it was just another proof that he owned my body, that he could manipulate it anywhere, any time any way he saw fit. That night was no exception. I felt myself leaking and spewing all over his hand. He tasted it and then reached out and rubbed my juices on our son's face.

"See boy I told you, yer mom's a nasty little cum slut. Oh shit! she's gripping me so tight! You sexy bitch yer making me cum. Damn you You are milking the jizz right out of me!" Ron wailed as he blasted wave after wave of hot, creamy cum into my ass.

John chose that moment to release his cum down my throat. It slid down me in clingy little clumps. I gave his dick several loving licks and kisses and pulled away. Ron insisted on keeping me in his lap and kept brushing my cunt and nipples while he hugged me and told me how much he loved me. I was still panting and shaky and the tears came from nowhere.

"You were so good baby, such a brave little girl. Daddy loves you so much. You deserve a nice tender fuck now. Do you want daddy to lick you up good, and then make you cum? Do you need a nice thick dick scraping your insides?" Ron kept holding me and gently kissing me until I began to get aroused. I--started kissing him back. I had already been through the pain, why should I deny myself the pleasure I knew he would give me. The pleasure he OWED me.

Once Ron saw me respond he stood up and pulled the tape off of John's mouth. He undid his handcuffs and father and son stood face to face for the first time. It was surreal. I was sitting on the floor naked at their feet, horny as hell but they paid me no attention.

"So..you are my father huh? I always wondered what you were like. Why did you do this to us, why did you hurt my mother?"

" John, you are my son and from now on I want to be a part of your life. Your mom is a great lady, but she is a fuck slut. She needs to be fucked regularly, and well. I guess I am the same way. Chances are so are you. Be honest how did it feel cumming in your mom's mouth, how did it feel when I rubbed that little whore's pussy juice on your face?"

John looked down at me and said, "I am sorry mom, but I loved it. I want to do it again. I just could not help it."

"Don't you get it boy she set you up, she wants you to like it, she needs you to fuck her. She wants to own you, the way I own a part of her. That's why I agreed to do this. I won't let her play my son for a fool. It was all her idea."

John looked at me in surprise and disgust tinged with lust.

"Mom is he telling the truth? Do you really want me to fuck you? Why did you make me feel so guilty, like I was forcing you to suck me?" John said in mounting anger.

I had to do something, or risk losing my son forever. "I am so sorry, I just wanted you so bad and I could not think of another way. Let mama make it up to you. Why don't you shove that hard piece of meat deep in my pussy. You can fuck me as long as you want, as hard as you want." I spread my legs wide and offered myself to my son. He never had a chance. John dropped to his knees and fastened his face to my tits. He was wild and out of control for me just the way I like it. Just as he was about to sink his dick into the bottom of me, Ron interfered. "No boy she likes doggie style best. Take your mom from behind. " Ron knew me so well. I giggled and got on all fours and spread my legs wide for John. I thought I heard Ron whisper something to him and turned my head to see the nastiest grin I had ever seen on John's sweet young face. It was.. unsettling. It reminded me of Ron. As I tried to shake off my unease John began fumbling at my pussy entrance. He could not seem to find my pussy hole.

"Um sweetie...lower. My pussy is down here see where my hand is. Don't be embarrassed it's owww!! John what are you doing?! Get your dick out of my ass, that hurts. John Don't fuck me there It hurts, take it out!! Your father has already ripped me open. I am bloody and raw. Please don't do this. You can have my cunt. I am so wet for you, I'll be so good. Uh, oh god get off me, get out of me. I can't take it, Pleaseee!! It hurts!! Help!!"

John did not stop. He tore into my ass like a madman. He loved the pain he was causing me. He loved seeing me struggle and crawl while he buried his cock deeper and harder. He had the stamina of youth.

My boy was an assaholic just like his father.

I should have known that given a choice between a woman's vagina and her tight, bloody ass; any son of Ron's would choose the ass-meat. It's in their genes. They can't help it.

"That's it John ride her, pound her rip her some more. Show her who's the boss, teach her the facts of life. She needs to know what's happening, and I don't care if she has a good time or not. It's all in the family now boy, and the three of us are going to be real close company. Course you'll have to learn how to fuck her cunt the way she likes. Women need that, fair is fair. Between the two of us I reckon she'll get enough dick in her to satisfy even her greedy little pussy. Now hurry up and cum boy I want another crack at her ass. "

Father and son thought that was pretty funny and both started laughing. It was the last sound I heard before passing out with my son's thrusting dick up my shitter.

I woke up in police custody. It seems the mailman heard my screams for help and called the police. My lawyer informed me that no charges would be filed against Ron. After he played his insurance tape and letter of me outlining the plan and saying it was all my idea--big surprise. John was a juvenile and again, my actions led to his corruption, soo...no punishment for him. I however might face serious jail time, once I have reconstructive surgery on my anal canal. I will probably lose my job and my house. My reputation is ruined. In case you did not know it I will most likely be raped into submission in prison by big bertha or some other lesbo prison bull dike.

Rapists love raping other sex offenders. Best case scenario for me is that I lose custody of my son and undergo therapy. The court appointed Dr. insisted that I try and explain how I got to this point. Well John I hope you and your dad will be happy together. I am very disappointed in you young man. I expected more. I thought you would have come to my defense...but it has been 2 days and you have not even visited me in the hospital. I deserve better than that. After all I am your mother. What kind of sick bastard fucks his mother up the ass and then won't come see her in the hospital-- on Thanksgiving day no less! Well I got news for you and your dad. If you don't visit me soon my ass will be off limits to both of you forever, period kiss it goodbye. Merry Christmas and have a happy new year, you selfish bastards.

After all, son, your mom needs lovin too. Mom 11/30/03

AUTHOR'S NOTE

Jaz