Brian and his Mum

This has not been proof read yet and an extension to the story is planned.

Disclaimer: DO NOT read this story if you are (A) disgusted by scenes with sex in 
them, (B) find rape a disgusting offence to read about, (C) are breaking the law by 
reading this story in your own country and (D) are one of those people who will 
contact me to say not so nice things to me. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED.

[mF reluc inc]

Brian was fifteen years old and a troubled young man. One year ago his father had left 
him and his mother Sharon for a man, officially declaring he was gay. This had hurt 
both Brian and Sharon immensely, but almost certainly Brian more.
 
He would get teased at school and so invented himself a troubled angry teenager 
persona as an outlet. Brian slowly got further and further into trouble with both the 
school and the cops. Eventually his persona became more than just that, it became a 
part of who he was. Regularly Brian would go out and commit wanton acts of 
vandalism whilst making little effort not to get caught.

A bit short for his age, Brian stood at a mere five foot seven, two inches taller than his 
mother. His mother Sharon was a busty and very attractive woman for her age, but 
after the break up of her of marriage in such public controversy, she believed that 
thirty five was too late for her to start again.

Trying to help piece her son's life back to together with whatever means necessary, 
she had so far been unsuccessful. With her latest idea, they were taking a school 
holiday in the mountains in a nice log cabin she had rented. The holiday was not 
going well so far.
 
Brian constantly complained about not being near his friends, having no internet and 
the lack of digital T.V. became a serious issue. Sharon felt like it was a mistake 
coming here, and perhaps there was nothing more she could do for her son. She 
couldn't understand why he was so aggressive towards her, after all it wasn't her fault 
that her marriage was broken up, was it?

As the third day of what was so far a torturous holiday for Sharon began to come to a 
close, she sat Brian down and said he could have what he wanted and they would go 
home. Brian's reaction was unexpected.

He began shouting out, almost in tears with every venomous snap at his mother. 
Calling her names and claiming that it was her lack of effort in making things work 
that they were going home, and the break up of the family. Sharon broke down in 
tears.

"Why are you saying these things to me? I've only ever tried to do what's best for 
you", Sharon blubbered pathetically, desperate for this conversation to end. "You've 
always been so weak and pathetic ma, that's why dad left because he saw strength and 
support in another man", he shot back with a note of wisdom in his inflection. "And 
that's what will happen to me too", he suddenly raised his voice, ranting again.
 
Sharon sat down on the sofa next to the fire that was blazing away untamed by the 
cries of anger from the young man. Her head rested in her hands as tears streamed 
down her face. Her dyed dark red hair, flowing down her back, almost rippling with 
each tear drop. 

Brian's shouting became even louder, "why can't you do anything right?" he 
bellowed as his voice broke slightly, any logic he once had vanishing beneath his 
rage. 

Suddenly, he leapt forward towards his mother. Sharon didn't react in time, nor could 
she now escape as Brian clasped his hands tightly around her wrists, un-shielding her 
eyes. As Brian stared into his mothers tearful eyes, a moment of pure rage took over 
and he released one of her wrists, and slapped Sharon across the face with all the 
power he could muster. 

Sharon was flung back against the couch, her mind broken with the shock. Brian's 
rant continued, "If you don't love me ma why don't you just leave like dad did? 
HUH?" Sharon couldn't even answer him; she tried curling up into a ball on the sofa, 
to some how protect herself from her son's awful words. But Brian stopped her; 
clasping her wrists once again he pulled her off the back of the sofa and close to him.

"I just wanted you to be a real mother to me, but you couldn't even manage that", he 
said, tears now running down his face as the anger turned to despair. With that he 
pushed Sharon back down on the couch, moving with her this time. "I know why dad 
left, it's because you didn't give him any love in bed isn't it ma? ISN'T IT? You 
didn't care enough about your own husband to love him properly, or you were just too 
bad at it", now real evil coming into Brian's voice, emotions tearing him apart.

"No, no that's just not true, please your hurting me", Sharon finally protested. "Stop 
this please, let me go", she continued, worrying how far his rage would take him. "No 
mother, if you won't be what I need from you most, maybe you might be good for 
something else.

Sharon was now really worried, she quickly contemplated his words, declaring in her 
mind that he intended only one thing now. "For gods sake, please NO BRIAN", she 
screamed at him, "you have to let me go your hurting me, I love you, this isn't right", 
her voice tailed off, realising what she had said. "So you know what I want from you 
mother, and you wont even give me that?" His voice now a sea of hatred, his mind 
made up of what he was going to do.

With all his strength he grabbed hold of his mother's jumper, pulling it apart down the 
middle. This caused Sharon to scream out, but Brian didn't really hear her. A second 
pull and the light pink jumper was now split totally open, revealing his mothers ample 
cleavage encased in an attractive lace pink bra.
 
For a moment Brian considered what he was doing, but not logically. Now alls he 
could feel was his hatred for his mother and attractiveness for her as she lay beneath 
him trembling in fear. He looked over her breasts, thinking how spectacular they 
looked as he noticed his cock growing inside his trousers. Yes, he had to have her, 
just like this, because she would be good for something.
 
The now deranged young man, crippled of sense by his anger, lunged down at his 
mother. With one hand he pinned one of her arms to the side, while he used the other 
to cup her left breast. Sharon cried out in shock and tried in vain to remove her son 
from on top of her. But he would not be denied.

They continued to struggler, Sharon flinging her one free arm around, trying to beat 
her son off of her some how. Brian clenched hold of his mother's bra, pulling it 
outwards until it looked like the clasp may break, and then let it go. The bra flung 
back towards Sharon's exposed breasts; there was a light slap as it made contact. 
Sharon yelped out in pain, her mind a toiled mess as her son continued to assault her.

He paused for a moment, considering his next move as he stared into his mother's 
eyes, tears streaming down her face. He noticed how her jeans were always very tight 
as they clung to her well formed luscious hips, they would be difficult to remove. As 
he moved his hands down to her jeans to begin undoing the buttons that held them to 
her, Sharon screamed out a defiant "no get of me", and began bucking her hips. She 
was trying to get him off of her, but soon realised her mistake.

"Oh so you want this now ma, you want to fuck me now is that it?" he said 
sadistically. Sharon had a look of confusion as well as fear on her face, not knowing 
quite what to do. The image of the son she loved so much was being eroded as the 
new image of her would be rapist began to form.

Her efforts to remove him from his dominant position were failing, how could he be 
so much stronger than her? Surely she could offer more resistance, but it wasn't 
happening.

He unfastened the buttons on her jeans, and then quickly leapt up off the sofa, 
grabbing hold of the bottoms of the jeans as he regained his footing. With shear 
determination he pulled at the jeans, moving backwards. His actions had two 
reactions: firstly, his mother's jeans began their descent to her ankles, and secondly 
Sharon was pulled off of the sofa.

Sharon landed on the floor with a thud; Brian didn't stop to see if she was ok though. 
He continued to pull at her jeans, moving her around the room with him until they 
were over her hips and the friction reduced. With one quick pull, the jeans where off 
of Sharon, and her legs dropped to the floor. Brian discarded the jeans as he 
descended onto his panic stricken mother once more.

Sharon's mind was now a burning mess; emotions swirled around inside of her like a 
dark torrent. Her appearance was now one of a mouse trapped in the corner with a cat 
blocking its escape. But as soon as these fears surfaced, they began to subside, Sharon 
resigning herself to her fate; she was going to be raped by her son. 

The son that now hates her and blames her for break up of their family. The son that is 
now attacking her, she must be to blame, she thought to herself. As Brian was now 
positioned on top of her, his hands mauling her body, Sharon quickly began to blame 
herself for these events. Even though she had tried to be a good mother, maybe she 
hadn't been, maybe she had made so many wrong decisions, maybe. While Sharon 
continued to think things over, Brian began removing his trousers and boxers whilst 
on top of her.

For a few moments, Sharon exhibited her first slice of logic since the attack began. If 
she had no choice about what her son did, and she truly was to blame for her son's 
anger, then she should not hurt him further by making it so he rapes his mother. 
"Yes", she thought depressingly, "Yes I'll let him fuck me if that's what he wants".
 
By this point, Brian had finished removing his cloths. He was now cupping and 
squeezing her breasts, kissing her body all over and grabbing at her crotch through her 
pretty red panties, the only thing left protecting her pussy. But not for long, Brian now 
tore at the flimsy material. He quickly tore her panties apart, making Sharon flinch. If 
she was going to do something it had to be now.
 
"Listen, listen to me for a second, please Brian", she garbled, unable to find her voice 
properly. "Too late ma, your mine now, understand me?" Brian said back, a calmness 
creeping into his voice, hiding his real contorted emotions. "No, Brian. I don't want 
you to rape me, but if I have caused you so much pain", her voice tailed off, real 
sadness showing through now. "If I have caused you so much", she repeated, tears 
began flowing down her face. "I've caused you so much pain and I want to give 
myself to you willingly, you don't need to force me", her voice in a steady pitch as 
the words were forced out.

Brian instantly stopped what he was doing, his eyes fixed on his mothers face. He 
hadn't even looked at her pussy properly like he had planned. That didn't seem to 
matter now as the gravity of what his mother was saying dawned on him. "Do you 
really mean it ma?" he said as his demeanour changed, a smile creeping in. Sharon 
saw this and jumped at her chance, "Yes, yes ill do what you want, ill let you fuck me 
if it makes you happy son. I love you so much, I'm sorry if I've been a bad mother".

Sharon couldn't believe what she was saying, her own words cutting through her like 
a knife. But it was the right thing to do, even if she didn't want to do it, her mind was 
made up. "I want you to fuck me, I want you to fuck your mummy", confidence now 
growing inside of her, as butterflies flitted in her stomach.

Brian's eyes showed some love now, his emotions changed so quickly. Sharon knew 
that this was because he had had it so rough, now she would make up for it. "Oh thank 
you ma, I love you", he said with tenderness now filling his words. With that he 
moved his body completely flat to hers, his cock inches away from the opening of her 
pussy.

Although Sharon wasn't shaven around her pussy, she kept herself well trimmed out 
of habit. Her appearance was once so important to her, now it was a tool for her son's 
lust. Brian edged forward slowly, holding his mother down tightly still. He lowered 
his head to hers, planting a panicked kiss on her lips as he thrust his hips forward.

Brian had never had sex before, but had a rough idea of what to do with a woman. But 
he had just shot his cock inside a dry pussy, Sharon winced at the intrusion. She broke 
the kiss momentarily and softly said, "Slowly, fuck me slowly son", before initiating a 
full on passionate kiss.
 
She wrapped her arms around her son's shoulders, pulling him in tight as they shared 
each others mouths. All the while, Brian's cock was wedged firmly inside of his 
mother. Even though he was of an average size for his age, the dryness of his 
mother's pussy made it uncomfortable for her, but she never complained again. He 
began rocking his hips back and forth, slowly liked she had asked. 
 
His cock felt so at home inside his mother, it was like a dream. Ecstasy shot through 
Brian as he felt true pleasure for the first time in his life. Sharon began to moan, partly 
in pleasure, partly in pain, and partly to make him feel like he was doing a good job. 
His eyes fixed on her like headlights in the night, his heart raced as he began to fuck 
his mother gradually harder.

Having had plenty of experience with sex, Sharon decided to make this as pleasurable 
for them as she could, the disapproving thoughts of her actions firmly forced to the 
back of her mind. She would deal with her conscience and the consequences later. 
With that and all the effort she could find, she wrapped her legs around her son's 
lower back, and pulled him in tight while she rotated her hips.

"Oh ma, oh fuck, this is awesome, thank you, fuck oh yes", exclaimed Brian, enjoying 
the effort his mother was putting in. "I love you Brian; I love you with every beat of 
my heart. I give myself to you in body mind and soul", Sharon said almost like a love 
struck teenager, her mind not in control of what she was saying. Pure emotions 
exploding through her as her son continued to fuck her with ever increasing authority.

They both began panting as Brian continued his efforts, while his mother produced a 
similar thrusting action back at him. Moans and expletives of love and lust came from 
their mouths every moment. But this was Brian's first fuck, he could only last a short 
time before he sensed his orgasm rushing to the fore. "I'm gonna cum inside you ma", 
he yelled as his body strained. Sharon managed only a grunt as a response as suddenly 
her son tensed up inside her, his cum about to explode into her pussy.

Brian let out an extended "Yes", as he quickly began his thrusting motions again, now 
spewing his cum inside his mother. It lasted for only a few moments, but it seemed 
like an eternity to them both. When Brian was done, he let out a gasp from the effort, 
and collapsed uncomfortably on top of his mother.

The uncomfortable floor where their first fuck had just taken place remained their 
resting place for several minutes longer. Brian was shocked at his actions and that of 
his mothers, but simply held her tightly as his mother had similar thoughts. "Can we 
do this ever again?" Brian asked cautiously. After a few seconds to think, his mother 
answered back with renewed authority and confidence in her voice "Yes son, 
whenever you want". Her mind was now slowly beginning to become elated, ecstatic 
even at the thought of maybe helping her son and making him happier.

Sharon made a promise to herself that moment. From now on she would be with her 
son whenever he wanted; she would teach him everything she could about women. 
Hoping that her actions would give him something positive to focus on, maybe this 
would help him find a girlfriend for himself one day. With renewed confidence he 
could perhaps have a better life than the one he was heading for now, this would be 
her legacy to her son. 

But for now, there was no reason why they couldn't enjoy the rest of the holiday in 
their secluded cabin, passionate sex now in her mind. Sharon was being honest with 
herself, she enjoyed part of what just happened, and looked forward to doing it again. 
Finally she asked, "shall we move to the bedroom now son?" with a smile now spread 
across her face. "Yes Sharon, I'd like that", he answered his mother, smiling as much 
as her.

"He called me Sharon", she thought, pondering that for a moment as she led him to 
her bedroom. 
