 
                          Chapter 3: Repayment
 
_Chapter 3: Repayment_
 
 
 
AP - COLLIER COUNTY, NM   We bring you a special series covering the
shocking tale of a 15-year-old son who enslaved his mother.  Following
is the third of several segments.  Readers, BEWARE!  The interview with
this young man was very graphic.  We’ve chosen to print it verbatim, so
it may offend and disturb a great many of our readers.  Included in the
article are also excerpts from other parties involved, to flesh out the
story, if you’ll excuse the double entendre.
 
 
 
 
 
Pam, our beleaguered mother, begins our story:
 
I really don’t have any answer why I let the boys get away with what
they were doing.  Part of me says it was because I didn’t want my
marriage to fall apart.  Bob, my husband, wasn’t much in bed, but he
provided well for us.  I knew if he saw the pictures that Sean had of
me, that our seventeen years of marriage were over.  I couldn’t stand
that thought.
 
But there was another part of me, a dark part, I like to think, that
was beginning to enjoy their attention.  Bob had never been highly
sexual, and I’d gotten laid more times in those weeks than I had in
months between Bob and me.  It was demeaning, and degrading, and it
felt very, very good.  Until it was over, and then I remembered that
the person who had just brought me to orgasm, probably more than once,
was my very own son.  

I tried to tell myself that eventually they would tire of me, and find
girlfriends to screw, but that was not to be.
 
 
 
The day I realized they were not going away started like any other day,
giving both of the boys blowjobs.  Sean insisted that Brad get the same
treatment, supposedly because I had mistreated him somehow.  I raised
that child to be polite, and to do right, and this was how I got repaid
for it!  But I’m losing track.  I was doing some housework, dusting and
such, downstairs.  The boys were upstairs, doing what, I didn’t know,
but I figured they were playing video games or something.  I was only
mildly surprised to be called upstairs by Sean.  I hoped that it was
something maternal that he wanted, knowing even as I climbed those
stairs that it wasn’t.
 
I came to Sean’s door, which was closed.  The rules Sean had given me
said that I had to knock and wait to be invited in.  It wasn’t right
that my son had so much control over me, but I meekly knocked, and
waited for a reply.  It took a few seconds, long enough to make me
wonder what they were doing.  Then I heard Sean’s voice say, “C’mon in,
Mom.”
 
I opened the door, and found Sean leaning against the wall just inside
the door.  I turned to face him, my arms at my sides as he preferred. 
I wasn’t to speak until he said something, but he just stood there
looking at me.  Then he nodded.
 
Before I had any time to react, Brad leapt out from behind the door,
where I had not seen him hiding.  He grabbed both my arms and pulled
them behind my back, holding them firmly.  I might have struggled free,
except that I was so in shock, and Brad wasn’t a weak boy.  I opened my
mouth to protest, but Sean was ready for this.  He stuffed my mouth
with a handkerchief, and tied it on my head.  I was beginning to worry
where they were leading with this.  If they thought I needed to be
gagged, was I going to be screaming in pain?
 
My real fear began when Sean brought out the blindfold.  My protests
were merely muffled grunts as he wrapped it around my head.  It was big
enough, and of a heavy enough material, that I couldn’t see anything at
all.  My world was completely black.  Though I knew that Brad was still
holding my arms behind my back, I couldn’t tell now where Sean was.  Or
what he was doing.  And that worried me.
 
 
 
Sean fills in the rest:
 
Brad and I had been up in my room, goofing off and playing some games. 
Well, one thing led to another, and we ended up talking about girls and
fucking.  That sort of talk quickly made both of us horny.  But Brad
wanted to do something “different” with Mom.  He didn’t know what, but
he wanted to pay her back for the shitty way she’d treated him over the
last couple years.
 
We talked about it for a while, until we finally decided how she would
be punished.  We spent maybe a half-hour putting things together in my
room, getting ready for her.  I had to put together some soft bindings,
so as not to leave any marks on her that Dad would ask about, but that
would still hold her securely.  Once I’d finished them, we moved my bed
into the middle of the room, to allow us to move all the way around
it.  Then I fastened the bindings to the legs and headboard of the
bed.  The setup wasn’t perfect, but it would keep her from moving.
 
After all the prep work was finished, I had Brad hide behind the door
while I called Mom up.  I don’t even think she noticed that the bed had
been moved, because she just stared at me with that look she’d wear
whenever she knew we were going to have some fun with her.  Since she
was acting as she was supposed to, and I knew I wouldn’t have to punish
her for failing to follow orders, I nodded at Brad.
 
Well, Brad grabbed her arms, and I gagged and blindfolded her.  The
sight was something to behold.  I’d seen the fear in her eyes as I was
putting the blindfold on, and I’d been tempted to leave it off so I
could see that look.  But I figured she’d be even more scared if she
couldn’t see anything.
 
Once we had her gagged, and the blindfold was secure, we walked her
over to the bed.  As scared as she was, I knew better than to trust her
to behave while we got her situated on the bed.  I stooped down and
grabbed the binding at the foot of the bed, slipping it around her
ankle and tightening it down so that it would not come off her leg. 
Now she couldn’t move more than a few inches from the bed anyway. 
Stepping around the bed, I signalled to Brad.  We had already discussed
the procedure, so we didn’t need words.  I didn’t want Mom to know what
was coming ahead of time.
 
Brad kept hold of one of her arms while pushing her backwards onto the
bed.  Her other arm flailed wildly, trying to maintain her balance,
until I caught it by the wrist, and yanked her down onto the bed.  We
manhandled her into position on the bed, and pulled her wrists up to
the restraints at the top of the headboard.  I fastened mine tight, and
then went over to check Brad’s, but he had done a good job.  Now all
that was left was one more leg.  When I reached for her leg, she sensed
it and almost kicked me, but thought better of it at the last minute. 
She let her leg relax, and soon it was bound to the other side of the
bed.  Now our beautiful mother was spread-eagle, tied down to my bed,
bound, gagged, and blindfolded.  There was just one problem, and Brad
was quick to point it out.
 
“Hey, she’s still got clothes on!”
 
And so she did.  She was twisting on the bed, trying to get her hands
free from the restraints.  There wasn’t a chance of that, I knew how to
tie knots, but it was fun to watch as her tits heaved back and forth
with her movements.  But Brad was right: it would be even more fun to
watch her do it naked.
 
“I guess we’ll just have to fix that,” I said, opening up my dresser
drawer.  I had borrowed a combat knife from Tom, just in case I ever
needed it.  (I’d had something like this planned, but I really wasn’t
going to do it so soon.  But what the hell.)  Anyway, I figured the
eight-inch blade would make short work of her T-shirt and shorts.
 
I moved to the bed, and ran the cold metal blade along her silky skin. 
At first she froze, startled, but then, recognizing what that had to
be, she began to groan and plead through her gag.  I dragged the blade
lightly all the way up her thigh, and then ran it over each of her
nipples, which hardened beneath her shirt.  Gripping the collar of her
T-shirt, I pulled it away from her, and put the blade to it.  Once the
collar material was cut, I simply yanked her shirt off of her.  She
cringed at the tearing sound it made.
 
Her breath was coming hard and fast now, and it heaved her tits about
in a most enticing manner.  Apparently Brad thought so, too, because
his hands quickly began to fondle her ample mounds.  I enjoyed the
sight for a few moments, but then I picked up the knife again to
continue with my task.
 
Her shorts were somewhat tougher, but soon I’d managed to cut both legs
free, and tossed the ruined fabric to the floor.  Just to tease, I ran
the flat of the blade along her cunt, which twitched in response.  She
gasped at the feel of it, and I looked up.  Brad had taken to sucking
her tits, and I assumed this was the reason her panties were dripping
wet.  But it wasn’t her panties I wanted to see, but her pussy.  I
slipped the point of the knife into each leghole of the panties, and
yanked upward.  The material gave little resistance, and soon her pussy
was bare for the world to see.  I ran my hand over it, admiring the
engorged lips, and the erect clit.  As Brad continued to suck on her
tits, I stuck my middle finger deep into her cunt, and started ramming
it in and out as fast as I could.  The way I had my hand, it brushed
her clit every time I rammed in, and soon you could hear her moaning
through the gag.
 
I guess her movement was starting to get to Brad, because he stopped
sucking her tits to take all his clothes off.  He nearly pushed me down
to get between her legs.  His dick was standing out straight, and he
didn’t waste any time putting it inside of her.  I’d gotten her so wet,
he was easily able to slide all the way home on his first stroke.  Mom
really started groaning then, and Brad just started thrashing into her
as fast as he could, grinding himself against her when his dick was
fully into her pussy, then pulling almost all the way out, and plunging
all the way in again.
 
I moved up to play with Mom’s tits.  I groped and kneaded them as Brad
continued to pummel her cunt.  I knew Brad had to come soon, as hyped
up as he was.  When I heard him begin to grunt, I twisted Mom’s nipples
fiercely.  She always protested that she didn’t like this, but as soon
as I started, her back arched, and she screamed behind her gag, her
body convulsing in orgasm.  Once she had begun her orgasm, Brad let out
with a loud grunt, beginning his own come.  They both cried and
convulsed for quite a while, before they each collapsed.  I just left
them to go off to the bathroom.  I’d gotten enough of a kick out of
watching the two of them that I could wait until she was at least
conscious before I had my go at her.
 
 
 
I was down in the kitchen eating lunch by the time Brad recovered
enough to move away from Mom.  He came in fully dressed, and started
making his own lunch.  I just kept eating my sandwich.  Eventually he
sat down across from me and said, “What do we do with her now?”
 
“What do you mean?” I asked.
 
“Well, if we go up there and untie her, she’s probably going to be
pretty pissed.”
 
“Who said anything about untying her?”
 
Brad’s face contorted with shock.  “You’re gonna *leave* her like that?”
 
“Why not?  Dad won’t be home until nine tonight, he’s got a lodge
meeting, remember?  I don’t see any reason to untie her until this
evening sometime.”
 
Just thinking about her now had me hard, and I figured it was my turn
to have a go at her.  I cleaned up my lunch dishes and went up to my
room.  I moved quietly, because I didn’t want her to hear me coming.  I
stopped in my doorway to admire the naked form before me, all tied up
and nowhere to go.  I realized that she couldn’t see or speak, but she
still had the ability to hear, and I didn’t want that.  I wanted it all
to be a surprise to her.  I looked around for what I could use, and
then I got an idea.  I tuned the radio to static, and then plugged in
my headphones.  I put them on to adjust the sound so that I couldn’t
hear anything, then took them off and turned the noise up just a little
further.  These were the old-style, bulky headphones that completely
cover your ears.  I put them on Mom’s head, and I saw her initial
cringe from the assault of the white noise.  I snapped my fingers in
front of her a few times, but got no reaction, so I figured she
probably couldn’t hear me now.  I couldn’t do much about her sense of
smell, but that wasn’t all that important, anyway.  All she really had
left was her sense of touch.  She would have to focus on that now.
 
I had a plan for Mom.  I didn’t want her to be so reluctant about sex. 
I wanted her to crave it.  I wanted her to become a slut, even a
nympho.  I wanted to make her want sex so bad she’d do just about
anything to get it.  I knew that meant making sure that every session
she had with me meant an orgasm for her.  Her body had to learn that
even painful experiences led to bliss.  She had to want to have her
cunt filled all the time.  And I was ready to put the time in that this
would require.
 
I went into her bathroom and got the baby oil.  I went down, and heated
it in the microwave for a few seconds to get it hot, but not near
scalding.  I then headed back upstairs to begin Mom’s lesson.  I didn’t
have to worry about being quiet now, and I went about setting up
normally, putting the oil on my dresser, and then disrobing myself.  I
poured a good amount of oil into my hands, coating them liberally with
it.  I dropped my hands gently to her abdomen, and she jumped, proving
to me that she had not known I was there.  The oil was very warm, and I
began rubbing it all over her abdomen.  As I moved up to her tits, I
poured oil directly over them, and kept rubbing it in.  It wasn’t long
before she was squirming beneath my touch, her moans barely contained
by the gag.  I continued to rub the oil over her skin, moving up from
her tits to coat her upper chest and shoulders, even moving up her arms
a little.  I worked my way back down, past her tits, pouring more oil
as needed.  I passed over her cunt for the moment, working my way down
her legs.  I kneaded and caressed her legs, pouring the oil over them. 
I would have to change my sheets after this.  I reached her feet, and
made sure that even they were thoroughly coated in the baby oil.  Then
I began my trek back up her legs.
 
At my first touch to her cunt, Mom had an explosive orgasm.  Her body
thrashed all over the bed, restraints notwithstanding.  I kept my hand
at her pussy, rubbing over it gently all through her orgasm, adding a
little oil, and continuing to rub.  She arched and bucked and writhed
until I lifted my hand for a while, allowing her to come down.  I
didn’t want her passing out just yet.
 
Once she had settled from her climax, I began rubbing her tits again,
having poured a good amount of oil there.  As I did, I moved onto the
bed between her legs.  I lifted my hands from her tits only to rub just
a little oil on my dick.  Not that it was needed, since her pussy was
not only covered in oil, but was dripping her own juices freely.  But
it felt good, so I did it.  I put the head of my dick at her opening
before I resumed fondling her tits.  Then I pressed into her,
deliberately going slowly.
 
Immediately she began to writhe, trying to get more of me into her. 
Each time she started to, I’d pull out a little, teasing.  But I kept
up the massage on her breasts.  It was beginning to drive her mad, but
I maintained the slow pace, until finally I felt my balls come to rest
against her ass cheeks.  With me buried fully in her, she was wriggling
beneath me, and my lower half was quickly coated with baby oil.  I laid
myself gently against her, still supporting most of my weight, but
allowing contact across our full body lengths.  Her movements increased
as much as they could at the contact, and I finally felt that I needed
to get on with it.
 
My pace into her was anything but slow.  I started slamming into her
from the beginning, and she loved every thrust.  Her groans were so
loud the gag might as well not have been there, and her hips were
pushing up to meet my every move.  Our bodies slipped easily over each
other through the wet silkiness of the baby oil, allowing me to feel
her nipples slide across my chest as we moved together.  Mom climaxed
again and again, as she was on a sexual high.
 
Soon, even I was ready to come, but I had something special in mind.  I
continued my thrusts as best I could while I removed Mom’s gag.  Her
groans immediately filled the entire room.  I’m not sure at that point
she even noticed the gag was gone.  Just as I was about to come, I
pulled out.  Mom moaned in frustration, her mouth hung open in a pant. 
I quickly slid myself up her body, facilitated by the oil, and because
of the pillows beneath her shoulders and head, my cock slid neatly into
her mouth.  It took her only moments to realize what had happened. 
Having no other choice, she sucked on my dick as I slid it in and out
of her mouth, my buttocks sliding over her tits and sending waves of
pleasure through her.  I came very quickly, and Mom dutifully swallowed
every drop, as I held her head into my pelvis, making sure we were
sealed together until I was done coming.
 
Having spent myself, I pulled my shrinking dick from her mouth.
 
“I hope you enjoyed your lunch, Mom,” I said as I returned the gag to
her mouth.  She didn’t reply to my words, of course.
 
 
 
     We kept Mom like that until about six o'clock that night.  Brad
and I both took turns with her, just using her whenever we felt the
urge. By the time we were ready to untie her, she was a sloppy mess. 
When we untied her, we left her legs until last, so that she was
sitting up, legs spread wide on the bed.  I began to untie the
blindfold with one hand, my other hand rubbing her clit gently.  Once
the blindfold, and then the gag, were gone, my mom surprised me.  She
reached over and plastered her lips to mine, her tongue snaking into my
mouth to dance with mine.  We stayed like that for a minute, while I
let Brad untie her legs.  Though her legs did straighten out, she
didn't close them like she would have done usually.  I think today had
really been hot for Mom.
 
     Brad was pretty tired out, so I helped Mom into the bathroom, and
turned on the shower.  She was having a little trouble standing,
because her legs were so stiff from being spread all day.  I helped her
step into the tub, and realized I was going to have to help her
shower.  I quickly disrobed, while she held herself up against the wall.
 
     Stepping into the shower with her, I let her lean against me.  I
could feel her tits pressing into me, and her nipples were hard, hot
points.  My dick began to stiffen, even after all of the day's
activity.  Mom felt it, as it rose, it pressed between her thighs.  She
moved her legs apart a little, and my dick rested in her furrow.  She
looked up at me, and we kissed again, this time even more passionately
than before.  I knew something had happened to Mom in all the time
she'd been tied up, because she had never once been this willing.
 
     Now that my dick was fully hard, I pushed Mom back against the
shower wall.  I reached down, and adjusted my prick, pushing up with my
hips so that I slid easily into her.  Even as sloppy as she was, it
still felt damned good.  We continued to kiss as I pushed into her,
keeping up a steady, but not really fast, pace.  Our tongues wrestled
as my hands groped her body.  Her hands were wrapped around my back,
holding me to her.  We remained like that for some minutes, our bodies
coupling and uncoupling peacefully.
 
     What Mom did next surprised me again.  She broke our kiss and
said, "I've been getting screwed like this all day."  She pulled me
gently out of her, and turned herself around, facing the wall.  Putting
her hands on the tile for support, she pushed her ass back at me and
said, "Let's do it this way, now."
 
     Well, I wasn't about to argue.  I slid my hard dick into her
sopping wet pussy, and started thrusting again.  My hands moved around
to fondle her now swinging tits, the hot points of her nipples pressing
against my palms.  Again, our pace was easy, unhurried.
 
     Once we'd gotten ourselves worked up, I thought I'd see just how
much Mom had changed.  I pulled myself out of her, to hear a moan of
despair.  She had been close to an orgasm.  I held my stiff prick to
her asshole, and slowly pressed in.  Mom let out a low moan, but she
didn't protest at all.  I continued to press into her until my balls
came to rest against her ass cheeks.  I leaned against her, still
groping her tits, and she turned her head to kiss me.  After a brief
kiss, she pulled her head away and said, "What are you waiting for? 
Fuck me!"
 
     And so I did.  For several minutes, I rutted into her ass.  She
came two or three times from this ass-fucking, which was something
she'd never done before, really.  Soon, I felt my balls start to
tingle, and then I blasted my load deep into her ass.  That sent her
over one more time, and we thrashed around in the shower for what
seemed like a very long time.
 
     

     Over the next few weeks, we did this to Mom at least half a dozen
times.  Any time Dad was going to be home a little later than usual,
we'd tie Mom up like that, and just screw her senseless.  Each time I'd
use the headphones, blindfold and gag, and each time she got more and
more willing to accept her place.  She'd finally gotten to where she
didn't even resist when Brad or I would start something with her.  And
she sure did seem to enjoy it while she was fucking.
 
     Once I'd reached that point with her, I knew it was time to repay
an old favor.  So I made a phone call, and we made arrangements to set
everything up.
 
 
 
     Pam tells us what happened the next day:
 
     Well, the day started like any other, with me giving my sons their
blowjobs.  Brad had wanted more, and so I had fucked him for a half
hour that morning.  Once I'd gotten them up, I could continue with my
morning routine.  I didn't know that it was going to be anything but a
routine day.
 
     Sean was in the living room watching TV when the doorbell rang. 
Brad was off at a friend's house.  Sean called out, "I'll get it!"
before I had a chance to even move towards the door.  I figured that
Sean was expecting someone, so I didn't pay any attention to who it
was.  I half-hoped it was a girl, so that he might pay less attention
to me.  But my hopes were not to be.
 
     A few minutes later, Sean called me into the living room.  What I
saw upon entering the room scared me.  It was one of the police
officers from several weeks ago.  How could I forget his face?  I tried
to backpedal, but I bumped into someone.  I turned around to find the
other officer behind me, blocking my way.  I was trapped, and I knew
it.  I looked to Sean for an explanation.
 
     "Well, obviously, these aren't *real* cops," he said.  "These are
my friends, Tom and Jerry.  They helped me set you up that first time. 
But I owe them for that.  And you are their payment."
 
     "What do you mean, Sean?" I asked, but with a sinking feeling that
I already knew.
 
     It was Tom who answered me, still standing behind me.  "We're
going to do to you what we weren't allowed to do to you out on that
highway."  Saying this, he reached around and grabbed my tits.  I saw
the other one advancing on me, as well.  I turned to Sean to beg for
him not to do this, but that's when I saw him setting up the video
camera, and I knew there was no help there.
 
     When he finished with the camera, Sean came over to me.  He
stepped right up close, and said, "Relax, Mom.  It's going to happen
whether you like it or not.  Might as well just enjoy it.  But don't
worry, I'll make you feel real good afterwards."  He had said this in a
soft, sultry tone so that only I could hear him, and, ashamed as I am
of it, the thought of how he could make me feel got me wet right
there.  I nodded my submission, and he backed away.  He got behind the
camera, and he signaled the other two that they could begin.
 
     Tom, the one behind me, began rubbing my breasts again.  Even
through my T-shirt, it felt good, and my nipples hardened under his
touch.  Jerry leaned in and kissed me full on the mouth, his tongue
pushing past my lips, and intertwining with my tongue.  Despite myself,
my body was responding to having two young men molesting it, and I
moaned into his mouth.  Jerry's hands wandered down to my ass, giving
it a squeeze.  Tom was rolling my nipples in his fingers, sending
chills throughout my body.  I knew my pussy was already dripping wet.
 
     Jerry broke our kiss to kneel before me.  His hands were soon
working at the fasteners to my shorts.  Once undone, he pulled my
shorts and my panties together down off my hips, and to the floor. 
With no preamble at all, his face dove for my cunt.  His tongue snaked
out and licked along my slit, sending tingles through my pussy.  He
licked lightly against my clit once in a while, but focused on my pussy
lips mostly.
 
     By this time, Tom had run his hands beneath my T-shirt, and had
pushed it up over my breasts.  He was mauling them in plain view, and I
could see that the camera was getting it all.  With the feelings I was
having just then, I could have cared less about the camera.  I turned
my head towards Tom, and our lips met, parting to allow our tongues to
dance with each other as he continued to assault my breasts.  Jerry's
mouth continued to molest my cunt, and I was soon coming all over his
face, my juices pouring out of my pussy.  He lapped up all of it that
he could, but his face was still drenched in it.
 
     At that point, They both took the time to remove the rest of my
clothing, and then their own.  I was caught by the sight of two hard
cocks, both pointing in my direction.  I'd had Brad and Sean at the
same time before, but I didn't even know these men.  There was little
time for me to think about it, however, as Tom grabbed me and led me
over to the couch.  Our couch has high arms on it, and he bent me over
the arm so that my ass stuck out, and my face was nearly buried in the
cushions.  He could see my juices dripping from my cunt, and so he
pushed his cock in hard and fast.  I grunted with the mildly painful
sensation, but it was soon replaced with that warm, tingly feeling my
pussy gets when there's a cock inside of it.  Tom didn't wait very long
before he started fucking me but good, slamming into me for all he was
worth.
 
     Jerry, not wanting to be left out of the fun, sat down on the
couch so that my mouth could reach his cock.  I sucked the head of his
tool into my mouth, my tongue licking around the very tip.  He was so
excited that he couldn't take this sort of slow treatment, and he
pushed my head down onto him with his hands.  He didn't stop when his
cock reached the back of my throat, and I nearly gagged for a moment as
it slipped down further into my throat.  The sensation of his cock
filling my mouth completely like that aroused me even more, and I began
to suck him off that way voluntarily.  With one cock pounding my pussy
raw, and another one filling my mouth, it wasn't long before I had
another orgasm.  And another, and another.  I lost count of how many
times I came that day.
 
     After Tom had blown his load in my pussy, they decided to switch
positions, even though Jerry had managed not to come from my blowjob. 
Soon, I was faced with a cock that had my pussy juices all over it.  I
once again took it into my mouth all the way to the hilt, sucking Tom
as I had sucked Jerry.  He grunted with the sensation.  Jerry had not
yet entered me, and I wondered what he was waiting for.
 
     I got my answer a minute later.  Apparently, he didn't want sloppy
seconds, and so, instead of ramming into my pussy, he pressed his dick
to my asshole.  I had begun to like being ass-fucked by this time, and
I pushed my ass back onto his dick.  Seeing my willingness, he pushed
into me harder, and I moaned with the discomfort.  Once his dick was
all the way in, he stopped for a moment, allowing us both to adjust to
the feeling.  I continued to suck on Tom's dick, and soon Jerry began
to move his dick inside my ass.  He started with a very slow rhythm,
until I had loosened up sufficiently.  Once he could manage it, he
started ramming into my ass hard and fast.  I was grunting on Tom's
dick, and that finally sent him over the edge again.  He poured his cum
down my throat, and I did my best to swallow it all.  Some leaked out
of my mouth, but I licked that up with my tongue once I had finished
swallowing his seed.  I propped myself up, and kissed Tom on the mouth
as Jerry continued to rut into me from behind.
 
     Soon, I could feel Jerry tensing up, and, sure enough, he spewed
his cum deep into my ass.  He reached down and grabbed my tits,
pinching the nipples as he pulled me upright.  I turned my head, and we
kissed again.  He pulled out of me as his dick softened, and then he
gently set me down on the couch.  The camera was off, I noticed, as the
two men got dressed in silence and left the house.
 
     That's when I broke down.  I wept silently.  I cursed Sean, Brad,
those two men, myself.  But mostly I cursed Bob, my husband.  If he had
been a better lover, I wouldn't have had to have an affair, and I
wouldn't have been in this situation.
 
     Sean saw my tears, and he came over to comfort me.  For the rest
of the afternoon, he showered me, and then he gave me a massage, and we
had the soft kind of almost-romantic sex that made me forget it was my
son who was fucking me, and just enjoy it.
 
 
 
     But it was what started to happen after that day that I truly wish
Sean had never done.
 
 
 
To find out what Sean's plans for his mother are, please watch for the
next section of this column, where we will outline just what Sean began
to do to his mother.
 
