Keywords: M/F anal, oral Author: W R Jenkins Title: Bring Me Your Mom Disclaimer:(standard) Do not screw up. Do not do anything illegal. This includes specifically (but not limited to) reading on if you are under 18- 21 in some localities If you are underage you must leave now. If you're young and curious, this is not the place to get the straight story. You act like this and people will look at you strange and give you a wide berth. Also, don't try this at home. Some of this stuff is just plain wrong, most of it is unsafe in the present viral climate and some of it doesn't work in this universe. They are stories. They deal with ideas, fantasies and thoughts that might not even be pleasant in real life. Thoughts are like that. Fantasies are there so we can toy with the sensations without feeling or inflicting the pain, despair or humiliation. End Sermon. Bring Me Your Mom - (bringmom.txt)- A sensitive, romantic tale about a mis-guided youth and his search for love- HA! It's what you thought when you saw the title. A severely brutal youth likes to humiliate others almost as much as he likes to fuck reluctant women. M/F, anal, oral, reluctant and nc. Don't get me wrong. I'm as active as you can be when we get down to it. I just don't like fucking around before I start fucking around. That's why I insist they come to me greased. They can throw a robe over them to avoid problems traveling, but I want them to step into my house completely naked and ready. They don't have to have anything in their mouth, although a breath mint would be nice, but I insist on K-Y in their cunts and Vaseline up their ass. I insist on a lot of stuff and they go along with it because they know what I'll do if they cross me. It's like the Howard house. I wonder how that happened to burn down just after Mark Howard pissed me off. So do the cops, but the Howards seem to think I did it. Just to get it straight, I've never killed anybody yet. At least no humans, but some people think dead pets and setting fires are the signs of a serial killer. Let me straighten that out too. I don't wet the bed- haven't since I was three. I see what I like and I get it. I find the kid- kids is better- and I tell them: Bring me your mom. Most people around here know what I mean, but I don't mind explaining it if they don't. It's kind of fun to see their looks as they hear what I want. Not like fucking, but fun all the same. Sometimes, like Mrs. Fenster, the kids aren't even old enough to drive. She had to drive herself to my house in nothing but a robe and then let the kids take it off her when she got to my door. I think they had to wait in the car, but they were smart and closed the door and left her with me. If they don't, I get mom on her knees and make her suck my dick until the kids go away. Who am I kidding? The first thing I do is get mom on her knees and make her suck my dick anyway. Just sometimes I take her into the house before we start. "Why do you have to do this?" Mrs. Fenster asked when I pointed to the floor in front of the chair I was sitting in. Why? I didn't answer because it was a stupid question. I pick prime pussy and I get to fuck it. That's so obvious I don't see the confusion. She should feel complimented I thought she was hot enough to threaten her kids. And she should be glad she was smart enough to know they weren't idle threats. I don't want to have a discussion. I grabbed her hair and pulled her face to my cock. She got the message and opened up for me to fuck her mouth. When I let her go she started sucking on her own. There's nothing like jamming your cock in a woman's throat to make her realize it's better to do it herself. But her question amuses me and I think about it as she's down there sucking up and down on my dick. How can it be so hard for them to figure? I can. That's why I do. That's what everybody does, even the timid who do what they do because they're afraid to do anything else. That takes about 30 seconds and I relax and enjoy this naked woman sucking my cock. I like when they get it and do what they're told, but I don't mind slapping them around either. Mrs. Lober took some convincing. It was stupid, but she must have changed her mind or something. Here she is, naked and alone with me and she says she doesn't suck dick. I tell her she does what I say or she knows what will happen. "I don't care! Do whatever you're going to do to me! I'm not putting your- thing- in my mouth," she says. I slap her so hard it rattles her teeth and she gets this fierce look on her face. She thinks she's going to take it and defy me. I was just getting her attention. I reach over and grab a nipple and start twisting. That got her attention and the face goes from rebellious to hurting. She grabs my wrist to try and stop me. She looks like she wants to beg for some compromise. She really doesn't understand. None of them get it, except the ones that take it and don't make a fuss. Grabbing my wrist leaves the way open for me to grab her cunt and start lifting her up by it. I've got two fingers inside her and I'm pulling. And if she still fights, I've got a finger and a thumb right there ready to pinch her clit, but Mrs. Lober doesn't make me go that far. "Please stop! I'll do it!" she yells out. I let her go because I can start again if she tries anything, but she's got the message. At least she gets down on her knees and puts her face real close to my prick. But she hesitates. "Can't I do something else?" she asks. "I'll do anything else." I tell her she's going to do everything else anyway and to start sucking. I see where this is going, that she's going to be nothing but a bother over this, but I still like to watch their faces when I tell them to do stuff. She's about to ask something else and that's it for me. I grab her hair and shove my cock in her mouth. Watching her resist is no longer as much fun as fucking her face. She tries to push me off, which I don't mind, in fact I like it, and I jam my cock in her face until she chokes. As I fuck her throat, I tell her not to try anything. I tell her I'll kick her in the gut until she pukes blood and then fuck her while she bleeds if she tries anything funny. She keeps her hands on me, but they're all weak and she seems busy trying to breathe as I jab my cock into the back of her mouth. That's less fun than having her fight me, so I yank her head down until I feel her lips around the base of my cock and my cock has gone right down her throat. I hold her there to see if I can get her to pass out. That doesn't work too well. Or I get bored before her lights go out and I just fuck in and out of her throat. That wakes her up and the combination of her struggles and the natural appeal of feeling my cock going in and out of her gullet starts me going. When I'm about to cum, I pull back so I'm just in her mouth and tell her to: Suck! She does. I get off real good. I'm pleased at the way she's learned her lesson and it's good and she's gagging again as my cum fills up her mouth and makes her choke. All in all, a real good way to dump a load in someone's mom. It wasn't so bad to relax and let Mrs. Fenster suck my cock like she wanted it either. We both knew she didn't, but that's the charm. She's really bobbing and sucking pretty hard. She does want my cum and I'm all over smiley at how servile she is being. When I cum it's like letting it out rather than shooting it out. I just let her have it rather than give it to her. She's sucking out cum she doesn't want because of my power over her. That makes me shoot a lot of cum too. Then I can play. How is up to the woman. A nice, docile, trembling woman like Mrs. Fenster is a lot of fun to feel up. I put her on my bed and made her spread her legs and then just had fun running my hands over her and dicussing how big her tits were and how her nipples compared to other mothers. I don't mess with cunts and assholes because they're supposed to be all full of stuff and ready, but I can peer in and make comments all the same. A bitch like Mrs. Lober makes her own hell. If I've had to beat them up, sometimes I tie their hands so they can resent every minute I'm fondling them. Mrs. Lober made it easy. I made her suck my cock some more until she got it up for me. I'm not sure if she did it because she'd learned her lesson or because she was just afraid of me punishing her. Either way is fine. Personally, I jump back and forth between pride at subduing her and smirking because she's doing it under protest. I'm not trying to make it easy. This is fun and making it last keeps the fun going. I don't care how long it takes to get another hard-on. I know I will and I'll fuck her again, but the waiting is fun too. Particularly with the ones like Mrs. Fenster that are all wobbly and dreading what's coming next. With Mrs. Fenster I made her part of the act. I asked her what she'd like to do next. Would she like to fuck regular or get it up the ass first? And I was serious, not just trying to find out what she wanted and do the other. I wanted her to pick because it made her voice get all warbly and it was funny. "Do you have to do both?" she asked with that cute tremor. I told her I might do my favorite a couple of times, but I had to find out what my favorite was. That didn't calm her down a bit. She still didn't want to pick because she knew, as I intended, that it made her an accessory to her own assault. I told her if she didn't care, to get her ass in the air and I'd do 'eeny-meeny' to pick one. That was great because I could see how scared she was to make herself so vulnerable. Maybe it was showing off her stuff like that too, but the vulnerable part is what does it for me. Anyway, she rolled over and pulled her knees up and I got in position behind her. I could see the wobble of her butt as she posed there with her ass in the air and her face buried in the pillows. I don't do shame, but that doesn't come without unwillingness and I do unwillingness. It made me want to play with her. I got a lot of fun out of repeating the child's rhyme real slow, holding the head of my hard cock against her ass and then her cunt in turn as I said the words. I started on her ass and fucked up the rhyme twice. The first time was so she'd do it in her head and know I was was going to ram my cock in her ass. It made her really shake as I finished up. Then I fucked up again and just slammed my cock in her cunt on the last 'moe'. I think she was crying but it was muffled by the pillow and might have just been gasping in fear and then a reaction to my cock going in her. I hoped it was crying because I wanted to see what she'd do when I fucked her ass if she was crying already. I didn't play like that with Mrs. Lober. For one thing, we were still downstairs when she finally sucked my cock back to stiffness. For another, she would just argue and not be any fun if I tried to make her pick her poison. I told her to just bend over because I was going to fuck her now. I wasn't hoping she'd fight me, but I was expecting it and maybe I was a little disappointed when she got to her feet and bent over with her hands on the seat of the chair. She did it kind of slowly, reluctantly you might say, but gave me no reason to hit her. So I went behind her and found one. Between you and me, I was going to fuck her ass first anyway. If she didn't suck cock, I was sure she'd never had it in the ass either. But when I got back there I saw a reason to make her her fault. Her cunt was all shiny like there was K-Y in it, but her ass looked dry. "You can't! You wouldn't really! Not there! Not in my ass!" she said when I mentioned the omission. I got all kinds of harder hearing her say that. She'd never. She was thinking she wouldn't. She wasn't even greased. All those things were like pie and cake and ice cream. Willful. Virgin. Unprepared. I was panting with how hot that got me. I told her there were rules for a reason and that she was going to suffer for not following them. I blamed her kids for not doing what they were told and let the implication I might do something about it hang there as I took another second to thank my luck for this dry virgin asshole right there in front of me. I don't know what she was thinking before I put my cock to her asshole and pushed, but at impact she screamed and tried to get away. She didn't have far to go and I followed until her head hit the back of the chair and then jammed my cock in her ass. On the way, she had tried to push me away and I grabbed one hand and twisted her arm behind her back. Her other hand was on my thigh as if to keep me from going too deep, but it wasn't fighting me otherwise. She might have thought I'd break her other arm if she did or she might have just been too busy yelling as my cock went in her dry hole. I won't kid you. Her screaming and fighting were the best parts. Getting that untapped ass was balanced by the scraping it took to ram my cock in that dry hole. Happily that balance didn't extend to Mrs. Lober and I know it hurt her more than it hurt me. I didn't even fuck her all the way. I mean I jammed it in her ass all the way and fucked a few times, but then I pulled out and slammed into her cunt. I'd had all the fun I could take popping her ass cherry and I didn't want to fight it anymore. I was real excited and I wanted to get off real good and her cunt was the only place that was going to happen right then. It didn't really change things that much. Mrs. Lober was still as upset and it was just as much fun to fuck her cunt. Then I had a thought about what right then meant. Her kids- or whatever- had put the K-Y in her cunt and mercy, even when it's an illusion because I don't want to hurt myself, should be avoided. The result of this complicated contemplation of my manner and reputation was to pull my cock out of her cunt and ram it in her ass again. It was better with K-Y on my cock and surprized the shit out of her. Not literally, because there was no room for shit around my cock, but she started screaming again, the standard: no, no, please, no. I didn't start to think how stupid Mrs. Lober was until I was fucking her ass freely and she stopped screaming and started moaning loud and long. Didn't suck dick and didn't want it in the ass? Thought she'd talk me out of it or something? Why did she bother to come at all if she wasn't going to follow the instructions? She was either defying me or too stupid to think it through. The solution to both was a taste of nasty. If she was stupid, it would be the only way to drive home my point. If not, she deserved it. Mrs. Fenster had a suitable attitude because she loved her kids. When I was done fucking her, I stayed up on my knees, slapped her ass and told her to suck my cock. She turned around, all red-eyed and sad, but she didn't argue or anything. She crawled over and sucked my cock without saying anything about it being covered in cum and K-Y and her juices. She had to know what was coming because I had explained it before I fucked her, but she did what she was told, regardless. She was all nice lady confused by evil, but she did what I said. Mrs. Lober obviously didn't love her kids that much. The best you could say for her was that she gambled with their well-being. With me that was a sucker bet, but even if she didn't believe that, it was taking a chance. Well, she lost. I called her house and said to come get her. We were far from done, but I bet you know what I was doing. To distract mommy, I tied her hands behind her back and told her she was going to pay for ignoring the rules. Either stupid or defiant, I was pretty sure she was only concerned for herself at that. Mostly I groped her and discussed what I could do. You know, like hang her from her tits and whip her ass or fuck her with a bottle, stuff like that. When the kids got there, I yanked little Karen in the house and slammed the door. Now I could start. Karen Lober was 14 or 15 and the reason Mrs. Lober was there in the first place. She was a cute little kid and got me to wondering what her mother looked like. When I found out, I demanded they grease Mrs. Lober up and bring her to me. "She... she didn't want to," Karen stuttered when I asked why Mrs. Lober wasn't prepared as ordered. "She said she couldn't." Karen was a stand-up girl. Given the chance to blame her mother when I asked if they insisted, she took responsibility and shook her head. Mom said no, so they listened to her and not me. I don't know if Karen was more scared admitting that because she was already too scared to tell. I stepped back to give her some room and told her to get out of her clothes. I think she was pretty much dreading that since I jerked her into my den. She got to it kind of slow, but she took off her clothes. Slow was good for me. It made it worse on Mrs. Lober and that was one reason for this. It was also part of the reason I gave Karen space. I expected some foolish attempt to rescue Karen. The other part was the fun of watching Karen do what she was told even when I wasn't close enough to hit her. The rescue didn't come, so I enjoyed Karen's fear as she came closer and closer to naked. I released Mrs. Lober's hands and told her she was going to be my helper. I didn't want her tied up when she resisted. Don't get me wrong, it's as much fun to beat up a helpless woman as any other, but it doesn't impress them as much as when I repel their best effort. There was no issue of my safety, but I didn't want to have to knock either of them unconscious. I wanted them both awake to enjoy what I was doing to Karen on Mrs. Lober's behalf. See, I'm a teacher, too. I drag Karen upstairs and Mrs. Lober comes as if on a leash. I throw Karen on the bed and then explain that lubrication is Mrs. Lober's responsibility, since she couldn't trust her kids to do a good job. She's going to go down on Karen and ger her nice and wet for me. Then she comes at me. I punch her in the gut and then the face and she goes down. I've been aching to do that the more I thought about how she thought she'd talk me out of doing what I was going to do. I pull her off the floor and throw her on top of Karen. Mrs. Lober isn't going to. Getting knocked around either made her brave or think she had nothing to lose. She still isn't thinking things through. I don't have to hit her. I've got Karen to punish her with. I yank Mrs. Lober across the bed by an ankle and jam my fingers in her cunt. I'm sure she remembers the last time, but that's not what I'm doing. I like them thinking they've got me figured out because they get such funny looks when they find out the truth. I had my fingers in Mrs. Lober because that's where the remains of the K-Y was. I pull out my finger and tell Karen to get on her knees. Mrs. Lober tells her not to, but Karen does what I say. The Mrs. is going to be a pain about it now. I've got her fired up. So I push her down, roll her over and in general confuse her so I can get her hands behind her back again. Fired up is good combined with helpless. My fun with Karen should have more impact. Now I'm real nice to Karen. At least I talked soothingly to her while I pushed my fingers up her ass. She's a very good, very scared girl and tried to stay still, which was amusing. I told her it was bad not to do what I said and I had to do this, but that I didn't blame her for everything. It was her mother's fault and her mother could have made it up to me, but she didn't want to. So I was going to have to punish her, did she understand? Nodding her head and sobbing? Does it get better than that? I guess only if you have a mother trying to get loose to kill you while it's happening. So I had to tell Mrs. Lober that it was her fault I was going to rip up Karen's little ass. Karen needed to know things Mrs. Lober wasn't going to teach her, so it was up to me, I said. Hate and fear all jumbled up in one person is hot. Having one dedicated to hate and one scared to death is like double. Then there was the matter of Karen herself, who I was glad to fuck. It all served my purpose with Mrs. Lober and on top of it Karen's ass was tight, virgin, and she was sacrificing it to me with suitable humility. I'm glad I got going on this, because I'm remembering it now and it was one of the best half hours I've ever had. Karen was even afraid of making too much noise. She tried to supress the pain when I jammed my cock in her ass. It came out in cute little squeaks and tweets that caught in her throat. I told her what a good girl she was as I ruined her rectum. I told Mrs. Lober how it felt to fuck her daughter's ass. I fucked Karen up pretty good, but I didn't kill her. I even felt sorry for her a little because she'd been so polite, but in the big picture, that all made it more fun to watch Mrs. Lober suffer. And I wasn't done. I knew I'd taught Mrs. Lober a lesson, but I didn't trust her. I put her face down on the bed and tied her legs open. I let her worry about that while I had Karen suck my cock until it was hard again. She had no right to complain, I told Mrs. Lober. She'd broken the rules several times and I didn't have to honor the terms if she didn't. But I was more honorable than her and would stick to them. Delivering Mrs. Lober in specified condition was Karen's responsibilty and that's why she had to pay for that. It was all crazy nonsense. I took it out on Karen to punish Mrs. Lober, and with some private pleasure. I said it all so reasonably because they get freaked out when you talk crazy very calmly. They don't know what to think and that gets the best reaction. Then I fucked Mrs. Lober in the ass while Karen watched. It was only fair. Mrs. Lober watched Karen get buggered. I fucked her in the ass again mostly because she didn't like it and I didn't like her. This time I stuck to my business and concentrated on how her ass felt as I stuffed it with cock. Having Karen watching didn't hurt, but I was focusing on the sexual thrill. That was the same with Mrs. Fenster. She wasn't any more upset when I pushed my cock up her ass than when I fucked her. I guess she'd had it before. She was humiliated and crying again, but the thrill was that she was taking it anyway. That and the usual goodness of jamming your cock up an asshole. This was the orignal conception. It took women like Mrs. Lober to pervert it into some exercise in sadism. I pictured nice women like Mrs. Fenster, trembling and unwilling, but obedient. I just wanted to fuck some hot mothers. Since she had been so nice to me, I was nice to Mrs. Fenster. After I'd dumped a load in her ass, I took her to the bathroom and gave her a nice shower. Okay, washing her off like some docile doll excited me, but I was real gentle and just cleaning her up. She was conditionally grateful. She feared that there was something else coming, but she was quiet and still while I washed her. I told her I wanted to cum again, but she could pick how I did it. This time she was going to pick. I let her off before because I thought of another game. This time I was going to insist. I remminded her that her kids were in the car, waiting. I didn't mean it as a threat and I don't think she took it that way. It was a reminder to hurry up. She'd done everything I asked and I had no excuse to molest her kids. I'm not into kids. Sure, you get the occassional urge, but mothers are better all around. They have a larger ability to express the horror and know what you're doing to them when you're fucking them. Confusion is irritating and tends to take away from the turmoil and distress I like. Anyway, Mrs. Fenster decided to suck my cock and I let her. She seemed a bit surprised I let her do that, not being so invasive and all, but she doesn't get how great it is to lay back and have your cock sucked. I was relaxed because I knew she'd suck me nice. Being able to exert that power over her was just as good as holding her down and fucking her. I let her go back out to her kids and, even if she did have to run out to her car naked, she seemed grateful I didn't do more to her. Maybe it's that victims identifying with their captor thing or maybe she'd heard horror stories about terrible things I do and was glad I didn't do anything worse than I did. I extend the same courtesy to the weird ones. I don't feel as good about it, but I have a code. The weird ones are moms that aren't shocked. They want to suck my cock, or pretend to. I'm careful about that because I'm aware they might be trying psychology on me. You know, the rapist that can't get it up if you don't fight- that sort of thing. I'm no expert, but I think that's hooey. Any man that can't maintain his focus beyond something the victim does isn't much of a man in my book. Now, I might technically be a rapist, I don't think of myself that way. I'm a guy that knows what he wants and gets it. It isn't about rage and control for me. It's about sex. Okay, the control makes the sex hotter, but it's about sex. I'm not revenging myself on anyone; I'm getting pussy. So the ones that are excited, or pretend to be excited by that are fine with me. It makes it kind of ordinary, but what's the harm in that? Most of the moms are more exciting, trembling or feisty, but fucking is still fucking and fucking good when they want it. If they want to volunteer, I do them their way. I still stick to the plan, but if they don't mind, I don't either. They're not getting away with anything. If they really don't mind, better for them. But to think they're serious would be silly on my part. If they were really turned on by being dropped off by their kids and fucked all night, they'd call back and ask for more. So far, no one has. I let them say and do all the things they want to say and do. It isn't as hot, but it's hot enough. Fucking a mother that says she wants it and that you're the best she's ever had is like light entertainment instead of drama. There's room for variety. So I fuck them and stick it up their ass and let them suck my cock and listen to them lie. I think it's the part about them thinking they're more clever than they are that I like. It's like the Mrs. Fensters that are smart enough to do what they have to, only they think they're clever and they're still fucking me. I think it's the contempt I feel that makes it good. And no one has tried to cause me trouble either. I thought about that before I started, but I said fuck it. I knew what I would do. I'd kill their kids. That's for starters and before anyone can stop me. Then I can burn houses or abduct mommy as the opportunity presents itself. And disappear. I'm willing to make a last bright conflagration of mayhem to let them know who they're fucking with, but it isn't my first choice. I prefer to make the conflagration and disappear so I can pop up somewhere they've never heard of me and make a name for myself again. I was wary I might have to do one or the other after I let Mrs. Lober go. She had as much sense as a clam and, as I've observed before, didn't value her children all that highly. She certainly was willing to risk their safety for her own pride. I was glad when I heard nothing, because I liked Karen. It would be a shame to make a bloody example of her because she was smarter than her mother by a long shot. I even had ideas about making Karen come back, but that's against the code and a man has got to have some limits. When that does happen, it'll be big news and everyone will know. Whether I escape or not, one ninny or the other will step into the bright lights and tell her sad tale of rape and abuse. It won't take long for a pack of slimy reporters to find others. Sooner or later it will be dragged out of most of them. Wherever I am, dead or alive, I'll get off on the second group. Like I said, contempt is mildly amusing. The ones that want to whore themselves for six seconds of their face on t.v. will be more a signal than a turn-on. It's the ones looking hunted as someone puts a microphone in their face as asks them to describe their emotions as I rammed my cock in their ass that will make me hot. Maybe that's second-hand, but watching them get raped by the media is a happy thought. There's all the distress and unwillingness and that's just fun. I don't intend to get caught, but I'm a realist and I'm careful. You can't say you're careful and not think about every possibility. Danger comes to everyone who, like me, makes the world jealous. But you're not jealous; you're horrified. Sure. You wish for things every day. I make my wishes come true. You wrap yourself in indignation so you don't have to admit you're too scared to take what you want. Your desire to stop me has more to do with rage that I can and you can't than the plight of the victims. You can't fool me on that. I live in the same world as you do, I just make it mine. And so you remember-- K-Y in her cunt, Vaseline in her ass and have her here, naked, by 8:00. ###