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Article 1
 
 
 
API (American Press, Incorporated) - COLLIER COUNTY, NM   We bring you
a special series covering the shocking tale of a fifteen-year-old son
who enslaved his mother.  Following is the first 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.
 
 
 
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    It had taken months for me to get to this point.  My plan
was fully ready, and I was actually going to execute it.  Let me start
from the beginning.
 
    My name is Sean, and I desperately needed to screw my
mother.  My mom, Pam, was a knockout.  Jet black hair, beautiful face,
ample tits, and a tight ass.  She was just made for fucking.
 
    Now, I'm only fifteen, and my mom, of course, thought
nothing of me in a sexual way.  I'm not ugly, just sort of plain.  5'
8" tall, average build, sandy blonde hair like my father.
 
    Dad was a problem.  You see, he wasn't just going to invite
me into bed with them one night and have my way with her.  I had to
find a way to get around him, actually get into her pants, and
something to hold over her so she wouldn't get me into trouble.  As I
said, it had taken months to put together.  Most of that was spent just
thinking about how to pull it off.
 
 
 
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    What I came up with was elegantly simple, but also
fiendishly complicated.  The only chance I had was to get Mom away from
Dad, and also some way in which she couldn't stop me.  I finally came
up with... well, let me tell you the story.
 
 
 
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    I have two older friends, we'll call them Tom and Jerry,
because I like that show.  These are, obviously, not their real names,
but I don't want to get them into trouble.  Tom and Jerry are in
college.  They live on the other side of town, so Mom had never met
them.  I knew them through my drama club.  For whatever reasons of
their own, Tom and Jerry had taken a liking to me.  They'd take me out
for sodas and to hang out at the arcade.  The three of us regularly
discussed off-color topics, and over the years, I'd come to know what
to expect from them whenever I'd suggest something risque.  I was far
more creative in the ideas department than they were.
 
    One day, I suggested my idea to them, couching it first as
a theoretical exercise, then as a way to get "some girl".  When I felt
they were in the groove, I told them the "girl" in question was my
mother.  This set them both off, in just the right way.  Though my Mom
had never met Tom or Jerry, they had seen her when she would come to
pick me up from drama club.  They knew she was a real knockout.  After
some discussion, they agreed to help me in exchange for... "favors" at
some future date.
 
 
 
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    We spent several weeks, and over a hundred dollars, fixing
up and repainting an old junk car that Jerry had.  It barely ran, but
the plan didn't need it to run, only to look right.  We'd painted it up
to look like a police car.  Since Jerry lived out in the country, it
wasn't a problem.  The guys scrambled around to find clothes that
looked enough like policeman's uniforms to fool the average person.  We
got badges at a costume shop.  Our "police officers" were now ready for
duty.
 
 
 
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    The plan required me to get Mom to a specified location,
alone.  I knew how to do this.  The other part was getting the van
ready.  Wait, let me back up.  My Mom normally drives the family van,
which my dad had converted into a camper.  It had a table that folded
down into a bed, just like some trailers.  It also had a curtain across
the front, so that no one could see in when you were sleeping in it. 
That was a good thing, because it meant Mom didn't notice that I'd put
the bed down in back.
 
    In order to get her alone, I told her that we were
practicing for a play over at an unnamed friend's house.  This was a
total lie, since the road we were going to led nowhere, but to an old
abandoned ranch house.  Normally the road was closed, but Tom and Jerry
had removed the sign temporarily.
 
    The drive was a quiet one.  Mom and I didn't speak a whole
lot to each other.  Not that we were unfriendly, but we just didn't
have much in common.  She was the athletic type, always working out or
playing tennis or volleyball.  I preferred drama, and my music, though
I did stay in shape, more or less.  Anyway, the only words spoken,
really, were when I'd give her directions on where we were going. 
Luckily for me, Mom was unfamiliar with this part of the county, so she
didn't question the deserted road.
 
    Mom slowed as she saw the police car in the distance.  She
pulled to a stop about twenty feet from it.  Two officers were standing
behind the car, arms crossed.  These "officers" were, of course, Tom
and Jerry.
 
    They approached the van, one on either side.  They were
playing it to the hilt, and doing a good job.  *I* almost believed them!
 
    Jerry, who was on Mom's side, spoke.  "Would you step out
of the vehicle, please?"
 
    "What's the trouble, officer?" my Mom asked.
 
    "Just step out of the vehicle, ma'am," Tom barked.  Good
cop, bad cop.  Mom did as she was instructed.
 
 
 
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    *What is this all about, I wonder*, Pam thought to
herself.  The two officers led her away from her van, and toward the
patrol car.  

    "Assume the position," barked the rude one, Tom, again.
 
    "Excuse me?" she retorted.
 
    Tom spun her around and shoved her forward.  Her hands
naturally landed on the hood of the car.  He kicked her legs further
apart.  He kept his hand planted firmly on her back at all times. 
"Check her, partner."
 
    Jerry did a preliminary frisking, coming up clean, of
course.  "All clean here."
 
    "No, no, that wasn't nearly good enough.  Do I have to show
you how to do this again?"
 
    "I guess you better, pard.  I'm just not getting the hang
of it."
 
    "All right.  Change places."  Jerry placed his hand on her
back, to keep her in position.
 
    Tom started at her feet.  He ran his hands roughly up her
legs, wrinkling her slacks.  He moved his hands until he was just short
of her ass and pussy, then stopped.  He moved his hands across her arms
the same way, and then he placed his hand in the middle of her chest,
right between her breasts.
 
    Pam was about to protest when he spoke.  "Partner, I think
we've got a problem."  The pressure on Pam's back increased, and she
was stunned into silence.  *What could they possibly have found?*
 
    "What ya got?"
 
    "I don't know.  Something don't feel right.  I think we're
going to have to do a more thorough search."
 
    Pam began to protest.  "What do you mean a more - "
 
    Jerry interrupted her, "Best to be quiet, ma'am.  You're in
enough trouble already."
 
    Jerry maintained his pressure, while Tom reached around to
her front and began unbuttoning her blouse.  Pam was stunned, but
remained silent.  She was worried where this was leading, and what
these officers might find to charge her with.
 
    Once her blouse was unbuttoned, Jerry moved his hand to the
back of her neck, allowing Tom to remove her blouse altogether.  Tom
reached over and unfastened her slacks, pulling them down to her
ankles.  On Jerry's instructions, she stepped out of them.
 
    Pam was now embarrassed as well as worried.  She was
half-naked in front of two police officers, and her own son, not fifty
feet away.  Little did she realize he was enjoying the show.
 
    Tom unclasped her bra, and drew it off her arms.  He
admired the view for a moment, before proceeding to remove her
panties.  Now, Pam was clad only in stockings and heels.  Her breasts
swung freely in her bent over position, and her pussy was clearly
visible.
 
    Tom grasped her tits and mauled them, kneading them like
dough.  "Hmph," he said, "I don't feel anything wrong here.  What do
you think, partner?"  Tom gestured to Jerry that it was his turn.
 
    Jerry grasped her tits, and pulled her upright so that her
back was pressed into him.  He also squeezed and groped her tit flesh. 
"No, I don't think there's a problem here.  Maybe the problem is
elsewhere."  Saying that, one of his hands proceeded toward Pam's
crotch.  She tried to squeeze her legs together, but his feet were in
her way.  Jerry rubbed her crotch for a minute or so.
 
    "I don't feel anything wrong here either, partner.  Maybe a
cavity search is necessary?"
 
    "I think that's our only choice.  Cuff her."
 
    Pam didn't have time to react to that as her hands were
brought behind her roughly, and handcuffed.  The two officers lifted
her up onto the hood of the police car, and bent her over so that her
head was resting on it.  This placed her ass high into the air, and her
body in a very lewd position.
 
    Tom stuck his middle finger up her cunt as far as he could
go, and twisted.  Though Pam would not have thought it possible, and
would certainly never admit it, this treatment had made her wet enough
that his finger slid in easily.
 
    Tom pumped one finger in and out a few times, then slid in
two, and then three.  After several strokes this way, Pam's cunt was
dripping, and his hand made squishing noises as it moved in and out. 
Tom pulled his hand out of her pussy, and motioned to Jerry.
 
    "Take over, I gotta clean up."  Jerry shoved his middle
finger into her pussy, stroking her clit while he did so.
 
    "Nothing here, but she's got one more hole."  Tom nodded,
and Jerry proceeded.  He pulled his finger out of Pam's cunt, and
placed his fingertip on her anus.  Pam thought, *Certainly, he's not
going to do that...*  But she was wrong.
 
    Jerry forced his finger up her ass.  Pam grunted loudly at
the penetration.  The lubrication from her pussy helped his finger
slide in more easily, but it still hurt.  Jerry continued this
treatment for a couple of minutes.  Pam was very hot now, though she
was humiliated in front of her son, and enraged at these police
officers.
 
    After a while, Jerry grew tired.  He pulled out, and
grabbed a towel from off the front seat of the squad car.  He left Pam
in her position while he cleaned off.  Then he stood her up and leaned
her against the squad car.  The hot metal burned her ass, but she dared
not move, for fear of what else they might do.  She noticed that the
ruder of the two officers was questioning her son at the van.  Her face
burned in shame at the knowledge of what her son had just seen her do.
 
    Sean stayed put as Tom returned to the other two.  "All
right, lady.  Your son has convinced us to let you go, this time.  Next
time we catch you, it's not going to go so easily on you."  Pam stared
at him incredulously.  They had found nothing, yet he was acting as if
she was a wanted felon.  She had nothing she could respond with.  Tom
grabbed her arm, and Jerry grabbed up her clothes.  They led her over
to the side door of the van.
 
    Roughly, they shoved her up into the back of the van, and
down onto the bed on her stomach.  In her state of shock, it didn't
register with Pam that normally the bed would not have been down.
 
    Jerry raised her to her knees, facing the van window, and a
special locking ring that had not been there before.  He unlocked her
cuffs, but held her hands in place.  "Ma'am, when I release your hands,
you are to bring them up to eye level, and cross your wrists."  Pam,
still believing these were real officers, did as instructed.
 
    With her hands in that position, Jerry ran the cuffs chain
through the locking ring, and then locked the cuff on her other wrist,
twisting the cuffs in such a way that her only comfortable position
would be on her back, once he let her move.  With that, he stepped back
from her, and out of the van.
 
    The three moved away from the van to speak privately.
 
 
 
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    "Great job, guys!" I said.  Tom and Jerry were pretty
pleased with themselves.
 
    "Our drama coach would be proud of us."  Tom replied.  I
thanked them and asked them to replace everything for me, which they
agreed to do.  I watched as they got into the "police car" and drove
away.  Now, I was going to have some fun with my mom.
 
    When I looked into the back of the van, Mom had twisted
around so she was lying on her back.  This was the only comfortable
position for her hands, with the way Jerry had fastened the cuffs.  It
took me three days to find the right way to do that.
 
    Anyway, I paused for a second, and just stared.  She wasn't
looking over at me, I think she was in shock.  Lying as she was, her
tits were hanging to either side of her chest.  They were still
enormous, to me.  She had her legs spread slightly, I imagine she was
probably sore from her recent strip search.
 
    I have to admit, I almost chickened out.  I could've
stopped at this point, and just let her loose.  Mom would never have
known, and there's no way she could have gotten a badge number to
report, so it would have been safe.
 
    But, no.  I had gone too far to stop now.  If I didn't do
this, I'd be kicking myself for the rest of my life.  I stepped into
the van and moved over to the bed.
 
    Mom still wasn't focusing on me.  She was staring off into
space.  I examined her body more closely, and was surprised to find
that her snatch was sopping wet!  Well, I figured if she was so turned
on by what had happened so far, it was only right to give her the full
treatment.
 
    As I grasped her left tit, her eyes snapped into focus on
me.
 
    "Sean!  What the hell are you doing?  Get your hands off of
me, and get me out of these cuffs!"  Boy, was she pissed!
 
    "Um, no, I don't think so, Mom.  You see, I went to an
awful lot of effort to get you *into* those cuffs, and I'm not ready to
let you out of them yet.
 
    "What in the devil are you talking about, Sean?  Let me out
of these!"
 
    "Well, Mom, you see, those two guys weren't really cops. 
They were friends of mine.  They helped me pull this off."
 
    "When your father hears this, he's gonna kill you!"
 
    "Well, now see, there you go getting ideas.  But you're
forgetting, Mom, that I'd have had to think of that, wouldn't I?"
 
    Mom was slow to pick up sometimes, and it hadn't sunken in
yet.  "Just what are you saying, Sean?"
 
    "Look at it this way.  You go home and tell Dad I raped
you.  Okay, that's fine.  Except that I will tell him that you raped
me.  I've been taking drama classes for three years now.  I can make
him, and a judge, and a jury, believe it.  They will send you away to
jail for a long time."  All the while I was explaining things, I was
mauling her titflesh, and running my hands up and down her body.
 
    "And, what's more, Mom, if you think that won't be
convincing enough, maybe Dad would be interested in hearing about what
you do on Thursday afternoons."  My mother had a semi-regular
engagement with some jerk she met.  Most Thursdays, she would be in her
bedroom screwing while us kids were told to do our chores, or go to a
friend's house.
 
    Mom feigned indignation.  "I have no idea what you're
referring to."
 
    I pulled a couple of photos out of my pocket.  "Then maybe
these will refresh your memory."  The color drained from her face. 
"I've got lots and lots of these.  I used them as motivation while I
was planning this little event."
 
    She was beaten, and she knew it.  She closed her eyes and
bowed her head in shame.  She had no fight left in her.  This was just
what I wanted.  I plunged my hand down onto her cunt, slipping my
middle finger all the way in with no effort at all.  She let out a gasp
of surprise, but little else.
 
    I used my free hand to continue kneading her tits while my
fingers danced across her pussy.  I used my thumb to stroke her clit as
first one, then two, and eventually three fingers plowed into her wet
cunt.
 
    Despite her lack of willingness, Mom was moaning now.  She
was really getting into the rhythm of things.  I leaned over and
pressed my mouth to hers.  In her shock, she returned the kiss, even
running her tongue across my lips
 
    I broke the kiss and stood up, removing my hand from her
pussy.  She was panting from the attention, and she kept her head bowed
as I undressed.  I nearly tore off my clothes, not wanting to waste any
time.  As my underwear fell to the floor of the van, my dick popped
free to stand at full attention.  I crawled onto the bed with Mom,
maneuvering between her already parted legs.
 
    I looked down at her body, and my lust overtook me.  I
placed my cockhead at her opening, and rammed it home.  God, it was the
sweetest thing I've ever felt!  Mom gasped, and her eyes finally
opened.  For just a fraction of a second her eyes met mine, before she
averted her gaze.  I started rutting into her like an animal.  I wasn't
interested in tenderness, I wanted to fuck.
 
    Though Mom wasn't into the act, her body sure was.  Soon
her hips were bucking up at me just as fast as I was pummeling into
her.  I was twisting her nipples, and she was moaning and groaning in
pleasure.  I leaned down and planted a kiss on her.  Her body was so
aroused she responded by forcing her tongue into my mouth, and
proceeding to suck my tongue back into hers.  She was hot, and damn was
she good!
 
    We continued like this for a while, and I was ready to
explode.  Mom had already had a few minor orgasms, having been prepared
already.  I started really pounding into her, so hard her head almost
hit the side of the van.  Soon, I exploded into her cunt with the force
of a lightning bolt.  I was so exhausted after that, I collapsed.
 
    When I woke up a short time later, Mom was, of course, in
the same position she had been.
 
    "Well, Mom?  What's your choice?  Is this 'our little
secret', or are we going to tell Dad our own versions of what happened
today?"
 
    Mom was totally defeated.  "You win, Sean.  I can't risk
your father finding out what I've done.  I won't say anything about
today."
 
    I'm sure she had some hope that this would be the end of
it.  Maybe she thought I had made my conquest, and would move on to
other things.  I had thought about it at first, but the more work I put
into this plan, the more I realized that once just wouldn't justify the
work involved.  I was going to be 'getting some' on a regular basis
from now on.
 
 
 
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Our next segment will tell how young Sean began to turn his innocent
mother, Pam, into a willing sex slave.  Keep your eyes on this column
for further information.
 
 
 
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