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                                                            Child
Support
                                                  By
mc_writer@hotmail.com.

Part I

My mother was only 17 years old when I was born. Her pregnancy had
shocked everyone because she had always been a straight A student who
was more interested in books and studying than in boys.

My grandfather was a proud man who took my mothers pregnancy as a
personal affront to his dignity. The fact that, despite repeated threats
from my grandfather and desperate pleas from my grandmother, my mother
refused to tell anyone who my father was only aggravated the problem.

At only 17 years of age and three months pregnant with me, my
grandfather threw my mother out of the house and told her never to
return. To my knowledge that is the last time that my mother ever saw
her father. My mother had to quit school and try to find a way to
survive on the cold, hard streets. Unlike today, there were fewer
shelters or programs available to single unwed mothers with no place to
live.

My life story may have ended there, even before it had begun, if it
hadn't been for the kindness and understanding of a young couple named
the Wilson's. Mr. Wilson owned a small clothing store and when my mother
came to him begging for a job to help support herself and her unborn
child, he took pity on her. Instead of giving her a job, he took her
home and gave her food to eat and a warm place to sleep. Mr. and Mrs.
Wilson even took care of the medical costs when I was born and arranged
for my mother to return to school and complete her education. She repaid
them by, once again, becoming a straight A   student and eventually
graduating at the top of her class with a degree in Business
Administration.

We lived with the Wilson's for a few years and my mother helped turn Mr.
Wilson's small store into a thriving business with enough income for him
to retire. My mother then took a job with a fledgling software firm and
we moved to an apartment of our own in a quiet suburban neighborhood on
the outskirts of town. Our lives after that point were happy and I
enjoyed a normal and exceedingly uneventful childhood. That is, up until
about two years ago.

I was 13 years old and I remember that fateful day like it was
yesterday. I arrived home from school at around 3:30 and noticed a
number of cars parked in our driveway. I remembered that it was
Wednesday and my mother had taken the afternoon off of work to meet with
her single mothers' support group. The support group was made up of four

women including my mother who had all attended the same high school and
had all had children at a very young age. I recognized most of the cars
outside our house but there was one rather expensive looking car that I
had never seen before.


I entered the back door quietly, trying not to disturb their meeting. As
I crept through the kitchen I heard a strange sound coming from the
living room. Instead of the buzz of conversation that normally emanated
from one of the group's meetings, I heard a loud moaning like someone
was in pain. I decided to take a quick peek into the living room to see
what was happening, so I quietly tip-toed through the dining room and
slowly looked around the corner.

What I saw shocked me. The first thing I saw was two women that I
recognized as being members of the group laying either way on the couch,
completely naked, and with their faces buried between each others legs.
I didn't understand what they were doing but I could hear them making
soft slurping noises. Next, I noticed a man that I had never seen before
sitting in the large easy chair on the far side of the room with two
women kneeling at his feet. One woman's head was bobbing up and down at
the strangers crotch while the other woman, who I also recognized as
being a member of the support group, was softly kissing the man's thigh
and gently playing with something between the man's legs. All three were
naked and the man's eyes were closed while beads of sweat rolled down
his distorted face.  As if responding to some silent signal the women
quickly changed places. As the woman whose head had been bobbing up and
down began kissing the man's thigh I could finally see her face.

Seeing my mother down on her knees with no clothes on, kissing and
fondling a complete stranger, caused me to jump backwards with a start,
where I collided with the large china cabinet. Realizing that they had
heard me, and not wanting to face my mother until I had had time to
think, I quickly bolted for the back door. I was just about to open it
when I suddenly couldn't move. No matter how hard I tried I couldn't
force myself to open that door. I tried to yell for help but all that
came out of my mouth was a tiny peep. For several seconds I stood there
frozen like a statue until, just as suddenly as I had found myself
frozen, I found that I was now able to move. Unfortunately I was not
moving in the direction I had intended and found myself walking back
through the dining room into the center of the living room. It was like
my body was now under someone else's control and my mind was just along
as an unwilling passenger.

As I came to a stop in the center of the room, the man in the easy chair
looked up at me and announced in a loud voice, "Look! We have a
visitor".

Out of the corner of my eye I saw the two women on the couch briefly
stop what they were doing and look at me before swiftly returning their
attentions to each other's pussy. The third woman, who was busy sucking
the man's cock, never stopped or even slowed down, apparently
uninterested in anything but what she was doing. My mother, on the other
hand, had ceased her caressing of the man's testicles and sat there on
the floor staring at me with a look of sheer terror on her face. I
looked back at her and noticed a single tear begin to fall down her
bright red cheeks.




"You must be Scott", the man announced, drawing my attention away from
my mother. "Your mother has told me so much about you. She says that
you're an excellent student much like she was when she was your age".
The man then turned to my mother and said, "Mona, you must be very proud
of Scott".

My mother just sat there frozen in place never taking her eyes off of
me.

The man seemed angered at my mothers lack of response and in a stern
voice said, "Come now, Mona, aren't you proud of Scott?"

Reluctantly, as if she was fighting it with all her might, my mother
slowly turned towards the man and nodded her head stiffly.

"I believe it's your turn to relieve poor Diane", he said to my mother.

The woman sucking the man's cock, which I assumed to be Diane, drew back
and gave a brief look in my direction before bending forward again and
gently licking the man's hairy balls. I then watched in horror as my
mother moved her head over and took the entire length of the man's penis
deep into her mouth and throat. As my mother resumed her bobbing motion,
my attention returned to the stranger.

"When I saw your mother today at the mall, I couldn't believe my luck",
he said. "And then when I found out about your mother's little group
here, I felt that it was only fitting that we should have a high school
reunion". "Did your mother ever tell you about me?" he asked, looking
down at my mother with an evil grin on his face. "Of course not", he
replied. "You couldn't. Could you my dear?" With that comment he
suddenly seemed incredibly pleased with himself and let out a long
laugh.

Overcoming my initial shock at being unable to control myself and
fearing what the man before me had in mind I, once again, began
struggling to move. I closed my eyes and tried with all my strength to
move even one finger but to no avail. After trying for several minutes
to move any part of my anatomy with no success, I opened my eyes and
looked back at the man who seemed amused at my attempts to break free of
his influence.

"You're going to hurt yourself if you keeping straining like that", he
said rather matter-of-factly. "Trust me. I've been doing this a long
time and no one has been able to break free yet, so why don't you relax
and enjoy the view", he said, looking down at my mother. "Mona? Why
don't you stick that tight little ass of yours up in the air so that
Scott here can get a better look", he suggested.

Slowly but surely my mother moved her knees farther away from the easy
chair so that instead of resting on the backs of her legs her butt was
now sticking up in the air as her mouth continued moving up and down the
man's member.

"Don't you find your mother attractive?" the man asked.

Because my mother was so young when I was born, she was only thirty at
the time this happened. She had always been athletic and performed
aerobics at least three or four times a week. There wasn't an ounce of
excess fat on my mother's body and her large bosom was the object of
many of my friend's fantasies. I had never noticed my mother in a sexual
way before but to my never-ending shame, seeing her firm buttocks gently

rocking back and forth as she continued working her magic on the
stranger's penis caused a subtle but unmistakable pressure in my pants.
Not wanting to admit that my own mother was turning me on, I was able to
shake my head in response to the man's question.

"Come now, Scott", he said. "Don't you find your mother even the
slightest bit attractive?"

Once again, I shook my head no.

"Aren't you wondering what it feels like getting a blow job from your
mother? And isn't it getting you even the least bit aroused?" Before I
could respond again, he said, "Tell the truth".

Instead of shaking my head no as I had intended, I found myself nodding
in agreement. I began to cry as the stiffness in my shorts joined the
betrayal of my still-nodding head.

"I thought so", he said in a smug, conceited tone of voice. "Well", he
continued, "today is your lucky day. I was wondering how I was going to
please all four of these lovely ladies". "I'm not as young as I used to
be and although my sexual prowess is known far and wide I don't have the
stamina I had in the carefree days of yesteryear", he said, while
billowing his chest. "Although you're a little young, I believe that
it's never too soon for a boy to be introduced to the finer things in
life. And believe me when I tell you that your mother is one of the
finest things around", he concluded as he rubbed my mothers head like
she was his favorite cocker spaniel. "Mona? Why don't you show Scott
over there how proud you are of him by giving him one of your best blow
jobs".

My mind raced with a mixture of fear, anger and, to my dismay,
excitement at the thought of having my virgin cock sucked by my own
mother.

My mother quickly removed her mouth from the stranger's penis and sat
back on her legs again but made no movement in my direction. In what
must have been a Herculean effort, my mother looked up at the man
sitting before her and was able to utter two words, "Please don't".

The man suddenly turned bright red with rage and raised a hand as if he
was going to strike my mother. Not only did my mother flinch at the
anticipation of the blow but also everyone in the room cowered at the
waves of pure hatred that radiated from this devil incarnate. But
instead of hitting my mother he simply gritted his teeth and commanded,
"Get over there you bitch!"


Unable to resist any further, my mother turned and crawled towards me as
the waves of hatred gradually dissipated. Shame and sorrow burned in her
eyes and what had started with a single tear was now a torrent of pain
and suffering.

I knew that she was not in control of her actions. Trying to tell her
that I didn't think any less of her because of what she was about to do,
I managed to wink and smile at her weakly as she reached up and began to
unbuckle my belt.

She smiled back at me as she undid my pants, indicating that she
understood. As she pulled my pants and underwear to the floor in one
swift movement, my fully erect penis sprung forward almost hitting her
in the face. Gently, she reached up and grasped the base of my cock and
began guiding it towards her mouth. As my mother began slowly kissing
and flicking the tip of my penis, Diane began doing the same to the
man's considerably larger member.

I noticed out of the corner of my eye that the two women on the couch
had pulled themselves away from each other's pussies and one of them was
busy sucking on the others swollen nipples, while gently squeezing her
small but well-rounded breasts.

My mother regained my undivided attention as she began inserting the tip
of my cock in her warm and wet mouth. Gradually she began sucking more
and more of my cock into her mouth and down her throat until my entire
length had disappeared from site. Firmly wrapping her lips around the
base of my throbbing penis, she began slowly drawing her head back
before lunging forward again just before the tip came free. She began
repeating this action while increasing the speed and pressure with each
stroke. Being only thirteen years old and experiencing my first blow job
it didn't take more than a dozen strokes before I felt my body tense and
I spilled my load into my mothers waiting mouth. She easily swallowed
all my semen, which wasn't very much.

Completing her assigned task my mother sat back and licked her lips,
while I stood there immobilized, trying to catch my breath.

Noticing that I was finished, the man in the chair glanced over at me
and said, "Done already?" with a disappointed look on his face. "Oh
well", he said, "I guess I'd better join you". He closed his eyes and
concentrated for a minute and soon his body began to tremble and shake
as he began to shoot stream after stream of gooey white liquid into
Diane's mouth while she tried desperately to swallow it without
drowning. After what seemed like an eternity, the flow of cum started to
subside and his body seemed to deflate and sink even lower into the
enormous easy chair.

For a second I felt like I could move but before I could react, he had
recovered from his momentary exhaustion and I found myself immobilized
again. This seemed to concern the man, but he didn't want to let on that
anything was wrong so he merely sat up in the chair and smiled at me as
if nothing had happened.


"Well", he said, "did you enjoy that?" "Remember you have to tell the
truth", he added.

Once again I found myself nodding in response to his question.

"I think these two ladies deserve some kind of reward for a job well
done. Don't you?" he asked.

Unsure of what he meant or how to respond, I simply stood there and
didn't move.

"Well I do", he finally said as he turned his attention to the two women
on the couch.

They had switched places at some point during the activities but were
continuing to pleasure each other.

"Jan. Liz", he barked, causing the two women to spring from the couch
and stand at attention. "I want you two to go upstairs into the medicine
cabinet and bring back the jar of petroleum jelly that you'll find
there".

The two women nearly fell over each other as they sprinted for the
stairs anxious to follow the stranger's orders.

Later I wondered how he knew that there was a jar of petroleum jelly in
our medicine cabinet but at that moment my growing fear of what he had
in mind was consuming my every thought. I had heard stories from the
other kids at school about the things that men and women do together.
Steve Wright had once brought a magazine to class that showed a man with
his cock buried inside a woman but I never dreamed that I would be
experiencing such a thing, especially with my mother.

While Liz and Jan retrieved the lubricant, the man ordered Diane and my
mother to move to opposite ends of the couch and bend over the arms. He
then rose from the chair and positioned himself behind Diane as I again
found myself moving involuntarily and standing directly behind my mother
whose ass was thrust unceremoniously into the air.

"Hurry up, I haven't got all day", he yelled as Liz and Jan finally
returned with the large jar of greenish-yellow substance. "First", he
announced, "I think we'll need some help reviving our drooping manhood".

Knowing exactly what he meant and exactly what they were intended to do,
Liz and Jan each moved to where the stranger and I were standing and
after dropping to their knees they each began to gently stroke a penis.

I didn't know which one was Liz and which one was Jan but whichever one
was caressing my cock had very soft and supple hands. It didn't take
long before my flagging member was once again returning to full mast.
Even the horror of what was about to occur  couldn't cancel out the
waves of electric pleasure that were surging from my crotch.

Seeing that the man wasn't ready yet and knowing that she wasn't
supposed to make me come, the woman rubbing my cock slowed her strokes
to a point which kept me  simmering but didn't bring me to a boil.

As the man looked down at the forlorn expression on my mother's face, he
said, "Cheer up, Mona". "They say that you should always save your first
time for someone you truly love and in this case you love Scott and
Scott certainly loves you". Wanting to torment her even further, the man
then smiled malevolently and said, "In a few minutes, he's going to love
you in a way I bet you never thought he would". This malicious comment
did more to boost his arousal than anything the woman kneeling before
him did and soon he was also ready to go.

The woman in front of the stranger removed the top from the jar and took
a large handful of petroleum jelly. She then slid the jar to the woman
in front of me who also took a large handful of the gooey stuff. Almost
in unison, the two women began gently spreading the slippery substance
over the entire length of their assigned penises, being careful not to
leave any uncovered areas that could cause friction and pain later on.
Once assured that they had completely lubricated our members, they
applied a thorough coating of the jelly to the asses of the two women
who waited patiently for the coming invasion.

My mother shuddered involuntarily as the woman at our end of the couch
shoved a glob of the viscous substance deep into her butt crack.

Finally, satisfied that everything was ready, the two lubricators
crawled over to the vacant easy chair and began spreading the jelly that
remained on their hands over each others breasts, enjoying the feeling
of the cool liquid on their skin.

The man looked over at me and said, "Ready?" But before I could respond
he reached down and used his right hand to guide the tip of his cock to
Diane's sphincter while his left hand tried to pry her firm ass cheeks
apart in an attempt to facilitate entry.

To my amazement, my own body mimicked his movements exactly, causing my
own right hand to guide my cock to my mothers sphincter while my left
hand tried to spread her ass cheeks apart.

Seeing that I was unable to insert even the tip of my 13-year-old sized
cock into my mothers tightly closed ass the man looked over at me and
said, "Having a little trouble over there? Maybe I can help". He closed
his eyes and concentrated for a moment and I felt the muscles in my
mother's butt suddenly loosen and relax.

Once again, the man and I inserted our cocks into the awaiting asses and
this time I felt little or no resistance.




I looked down and saw tears fall from my mothers face to the couch below
but with her back turned to me I couldn't tell if it was from the
physical pain of my unwanted intrusion or from the shame of being reamed
by her own son. Although I didn't share her physical pain, I shared her
sense of revulsion at this mental and physical rape and swore that
someday I would make this man pay for the indignities he had heaped upon
us.

Without a word the man began sliding his cock in and out of Diane's ass
while my own cock kept exact time in my mother's ass.

Despite my every effort not to enjoy the experience, I found my mind
being flooded with a myriad of pleasant sensations caused by my mothers
hot, tight anal muscles wrapped around my lunging member. At one point,
I heard my mother let out a moan of pleasure that indicated that any
physical pain had passed and she was having as much trouble as I was
fighting the pleasure that threatened to overwhelm us both.

As I felt the pressure begin to build in the base of my cock, I suddenly
had an idea. If the man lost control again when he climaxed, I would use
the opportunity to throw myself at him and hopefully catch him off guard
enough to allow me to subdue him. His superior size and the distance I
had to cover before he regained control made my chance of success almost
non-existent but I was blissfully unaware of how doomed my plan was.

We humped the women's asses with reckless abandon as we began to breathe
in short ragged gasps.

I knew that we were both approaching our climax and turned complete
control of my body over to the stranger in an attempt to conserve my
willpower for the moment I would make my break. Finally I felt my body
tense and waited for the lapse in his control that I had felt before. My
cock began spouting streams of sperm deep within my mother's bowels but
as the pleasure of release filled my mind I began to feel groggy and had
trouble focusing. As consciousness slipped away and I collapsed forward
onto my mother's back, I heard the stranger say between rasps of breath,
"Sorry, kid. Nice try though". I awoke two hours later in the easy
chair.

The strange man and the other members of my mother's group were gone and
my mother was asleep on the couch.

I quickly sprang to my feet and was relieved to find that my body was
once again responding to my commands. I ran to the couch and kneeled
down beside my mother's prone form and gently place my hand on her
shoulder.

As her eyelids fluttered open, she saw me kneeling beside her and pulled
me to her nearly squeezing the life out of me. When she heard me gasp
for air, she released her hug and held me away from her at arm's length
to examine me for any physical harm. As her eyes reached my exposed
penis, we suddenly became aware that she was completely naked and I
wasn't wearing any pants.

I reached for my pants, which remained in a pile in the middle of the
floor, while my mother covered herself with a comforter that we keep in
a cupboard in the coffee table. A thousand questions were buzzing around
in my head as I fastened my belt buckle and sat down on the couch beside
my mother. I opened my mouth to ask my mother who that man had been but
when I tried to speak no sound would come out. I cleared my throat and
tried again but still I couldn't say a word.

Finally, my mother reached up and placed a single finger on my lips as
she began to cry.
I wrapped her in my arms and we held each other for another half an hour
before she finally wiped the tears from her eyes, stood up and said in a
confident tone, "I think we should go out for dinner". I watched in awe
as my mother went upstairs to get dressed,
unwilling to let the day's events beat her.


Part II

Although we were unable to discuss what had happened that day, we both
knew how the other felt. When one of us sensed the other thinking about
it and becoming melancholy, we would simply give each other a smile and
a warm hug and reassure ourselves that we were going to survive.

In the days that followed the stranger's appearance I came to think of
his actions as "the rape". I didn't think of it as "the rape" because I
felt that I had raped my mother but because I felt that he had raped
both of us.

About a month later life had returned to some semblance of normalcy and
my mother and I sat in the living room watching television. It was just
after 8:00 and one of those annoying rip-offs on a popular sitcom was
about to start when the phone rang. My mother reached over and answered
it while I went into the kitchen to pour myself another glass of Coke.
When I returned to the living room I heard my mother moving around
upstairs so I resumed my position on the couch and prepared for another
uneventful evening.

About fifteen minutes later my mother came back downstairs dressed in an
outfit I had never seen before and never thought I would ever see her
wear. She was wearing a short black mini-dress that was barely long
enough to cover her ass and scooped so low in the back that I could
almost see the top of her butt crack. There was so much cleavage
showing in the front that it was obvious that she wasn't wearing a bra
and her nipples were clearly visible through the tight but flimsy
fabric. On her legs she wore black nylon stockings with a garter showing
clearly at the top and on her feet she wore a pair of black pumps with
the highest heels I have ever seen in my life. Her face was plastered
with make-up, including bright blue eye shadow and bright red lipstick.
The overall effect was to make her look cheap and easy which my mother
was not.

As she stopped to get her car keys from the table in the front hall I
got up and walked towards her and asked her what was going on.

She ignored my question and kept rummaging through the drawer for the
missing keys, apparently oblivious to my presence.

I reached out to grab her arm but just before I made contact I found
that my arm wouldn't move. I pulled it back and tried again but the same
thing happened the second time. I moved around to place myself between
her and the door, intending to keep her from leaving but as she finally
found the errant keys and turned to go, I found myself involuntarily
moving out of the way. I ran after her but as I reached the door, it was

like I had hit a brick wall. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't go
through that door. I stood there helplessly, yelling at her to stop as
she climbed into the car and drove away without saying a word.

I was in a panic. I picked up the phone to call the police but then I
thought about what I was going to tell them. She had left on her own
with no one apparently coaxing her and no indication that any harm would
come to her. I knew who was behind her strange behavior but since I
couldn't tell anyone about him the knowledge was useless. In addition,
if the police did investigate and found my mother alive and well and
having a good time, she might be considered an unfit mother for leaving
me alone and they might try and take me away from her.

Suddenly feeling completely alone and powerless, I sat down in the big
easy chair and started to cry. I must have cried for at least an hour
before I remembered how strong my mother had been following "the rape"
and wiped the tears from my eyes. If she could be that strong after
everything that she had been through, how could I fall apart at the
first sign of trouble? I sat up straight in the chair and decided that I
would wait right there for her to return. The last thing I remembered
was the clock on the wall striking midnight as I finally gave in to
exhaustion and faded off to sleep.

The next thing I knew I was being awakened by a tug at my pants. As I
opened my eyes I looked down and saw that my mother had returned and was
in the process of trying to undo my pants. The hungry look in her eyes
made me realize that she wasn't thinking rationally and was acting more
like an animal than a human being at that point. I tried to move and
push her away but I found that my body wouldn't obey my commands again.
I was becoming extremely annoyed at the habit my body was making of only
working part of the time when my mother finally lowered the zipper on my
pants and nearly pulled me out of the chair as she ripped them off of me
with one big yank.

Tossing the pants aside, she lunged at me with animal ferocity and in a
demonstration of unnatural strength, she ripped my underpants off with
her bare hands, exposing my penis to the cool morning air. The sight of
my cock made drool run down her chin as she salivated at the idea of
sucking every last ounce of cum from my body. Suddenly she pounced and
swallowed my entire penis in one large gulp. Where her previous blow-job

had been slow and gentle this one was wild and ferocious but no less
arousing. She began sucking at my member with the power of a vacuum
cleaner while she made loud slurping sounds.

Within minutes she had pushed me over the brink of orgasm as I began
shooting load after load of sperm down her throat and into her gullet.

As the flow began to ebb she started milking my rapidly deflating penis
with her mouth while her hands massaged my balls, trying to get every
last drop. Finally she had swallowed my last drop of cum and I felt
completely drained but more alive than I had ever felt before. For
several minutes she licked my cock clean of any remaining traces of my
semen before looking up at me with a mischievous smile on her face. In a
voice that sounded cold and evil she said to me, "My master says that
this is a reward for almost beating him". As the words left her mouth,
she collapsed on the floor unconscious and I found that I could move
again.

I leaped from the chair and gathered her in my arms. I wiped the hair
from her face and after a few seconds she began to revive.

As she regained consciousness and the realization of what she had done
hit her, she began sobbing uncontrollably.

I held her close to me and let her beat on my back as she released all
the anger and frustration that she had been keeping inside.

As the sobs began to come farther apart, the blows to my back began to
lose their ferocity.

I held her up and looked straight into her eyes and said, "What would
you like for breakfast?" She smiled weakly as I helped her to her feet
and reminded her that she still had to work that day. As she climbed the
stairs to get ready for work, I grabbed my discarded pants and put them
on, deciding that the underwear was a total write-off.

My mother took an inordinately long shower that morning but after what I
surmised she had been through the night before, I really wouldn't have
blamed her if she hadn't come out of the shower all day. When she
finally came back down about an hour later, dressed in her usual work
clothes, I had made coffee and prepared a sumptuous feast of bacon, eggs
and buttermilk pancakes. As she sat dejectedly staring at the food, I
reached down and kissed her on the forehead, trying to share some of my
strength with her in what must have appeared as her darkest hour. I
whispered in her ear, "The food won't jump off the plate, you'll have to
go after it".

She smiled at my joke and took a bite of a pancake and a sip of coffee.
"This is really good", she commented looking a little more cheerful.
"You'll have to make breakfast more often" she joked.

My only response was a fake groan of depression as I sat down to eat my
own breakfast.

As the meal progressed we made small talk and almost forgot the
morning's events.

The clock in the living room chimed the hour and my mother looked at her
watch and said, "Shit! I'm going to be late". She gulped down one last
drink of coffee as she ran for the front door, grabbing her briefcase as
she passed through the front hallway. I heard her yell, "I'll call you
later", as she climbed into her car and drove away.

I sat at the table for several minutes with the image of my mothers
mischievous smile etched in my brain and the words, "My master says that
this is a reward for almost beating him", ringing in my ears. The word
master hit me like a sledgehammer and I knew that we had not heard the
last of my mother's mysterious "master". As this realization slowly
seeped its way into my every thought I laid my head on the table and
began to sob uncontrollably.


Part III

That was a little less than two years ago now. Life has continued to be
tough for my mother and I but we have managed to survive and in some
cases even found a modicum of happiness. My mother's support group no
longer meets and she has had to turn to me for support on many occasions
when she felt like she was losing the battle for her sanity. About once
a month my mother receives a phone call from her "master" and leaves me
at home while she goes off to serve him. We tried everything we could
think of to avoid his phone calls hoping to find a loophole in his
mental programming but after several months of failure we quit trying to
fight it and learned to adapt. Whenever my mother receives the phone
call I give her a kiss on the cheek and a reassuring hug before she goes
upstairs to change and, as long as I don't try to stop her from leaving,
my body responds normally. I am always awakened by my mother giving me a
blow job the next morning and I discovered that sleeping in the nude
saved a lot of wear and tear on my wardrobe. My mother and I had fallen
into a routine and our hope of ever escaping our predicament had almost
faded completely when a strange thing happened about three months ago.

I was lying in bed with my mother savagely devouring my cock and wishing
that she would stop when suddenly to my surprise, and even more to her
surprise, she did. She sat back on the bed and looked at me with a
stunned look on her face as I propped myself up on my elbows and looked
just as stunned back at her. She smiled and started to say something but
then she got a worried look on her face and several seconds later she
returned to giving me a blow-job.

I lay back on the bed and almost began to cry again when I suddenly knew
why she had returned to sucking my cock.

If her "master" discovered that I had been able to break his mental
control over my mother, then he would come after us and he would either
enslave us or kill us. I didn't know how I knew what my mother was
thinking but somehow I just knew I was right.



Just as I knew that her "master" was really Larry Feldman and my father.
He had used his powers to rape my mother in high school and gotten her
pregnant before mentally commanding her not to tell anyone what had
happened to her. "Larry the Lecher" had also raped and impregnated the
three other women from my mother's support group. And although they
couldn't discuss what had happened to them, they all knew that they had
experienced the same thing and had clung to each other for strength.
Larry had lost interest in them after high school and everything had
been going fine until my mother had accidentally run into Larry at the
local mall. He had remembered her and when he read her mind and found
out about the group consisting of his past "conquests" he had commanded
my mother to lead him back to our place so that he could renew old
acquaintances. That was about the point that I came in.

As my mother finished licking the remaining cum from my cock, I realized
that I hadn't even been aware when I orgasmed. My mind had disconnected
itself from my body and had been taking a little stroll through my
mother's memories.

She sat back and looked at me pleadingly and I knew exactly what she
wanted me to do. She wanted me to try and erase the fact that I was
telepathic from her mind, so that if my father read her mind, he
wouldn't discover my secret until I was ready to face him.

I didn't know what to do but I knew that if I didn't try something that
we would lose our last hope for freedom and spend the rest of our lives
serving my fathers twisted desires. I closed my eyes and tried
disconnecting my mind from my body again and a few moments later I was
inside my mother's mind. Her memories appeared before me like paintings
in a gallery and I quickly wandered through the hallways of her life
until I found her  memory of discovering my abilities. I wasn't sure
what to do next so I tried wiping the memory away like erasing chalk
from a chalkboard.

As the memory disappeared, my mother's hope faded with it and I could
feel her mind suddenly turn cold and dark. It was then that I realized
how many times my mother had considered ending her torment by committing
suicide. Her love for me was the only thing that had kept her from
taking her own life. Looking around her mind I could see that only a few
memories still shone brightly and I decided to head toward the brightest
of them. I moved deeper into her subconscious and as I approached it, I
realized that my mother's brightest memory was of the first time she
ever held me in her arms, with the Wilson's standing by her side. With
all the bad things that had happened to my mother, she had almost
forgotten about the Wilson's and how they had helped her when she needed
it. I knew that my father might detect any changes I made but I needed
to do something to help my mother or she might not have the strength to
survive until I was ready to free us. So I set about gathering together
all her memories of the Wilson's and everything they had done for her
and began moving them towards the front of her mind. As the memories
began to form a line in her consciousness more memories of the Wilson's
began to appear on their own and I felt her mind suddenly become
noticeably warmer and brighter.



She was still not the hopeful carefree girl that she had been before she
met my father but she at least had enough hope to survive until I could
exact my revenge on that sick son of a bitch.

I opened my eyes and looked at my mother sitting motionless on the bed.

She blinked a couple of times then leaned forward and gave me a kiss on
the cheek before jumping off the bed and walking out the door with a
spring in her step that had been missing for years. She didn't know what
I had done but she knew that she felt better and I hoped that my father
wouldn't detect my small manipulation of her memories.

As I said earlier, that was about three months ago and as far as I know
my father still hasn't found out about me. I have been practicing and
developing my mental abilities, trying to prepare for the fight of my
life. Every month my father still calls my mother and I now know what
happens when she goes to him but the details are too sick and demented
to discuss here. When my mother returns home and gives me my morning
wake up call, I enter her mind and ensure that everything is still okay.

By examining my father's manipulations, I've discovered that he isn't as
powerful as he appears to be. When he forced my mother to give me my
first blow-job, he was so strained from controlling the four women that
he had resorted to filling her mind with images of him making me jump
off a building in order to make her submit willingly. I suspect that if
he had tried to make me jump to my death that the strain would have
fried his brain. I also discovered that he had forced me to fuck my
mother's ass by boosting my raging adolescent hormones to a level so
high that I would have stuck my dick in a light socket in order to get
off. What my father lacks in power, he more than makes up for in cunning
and technique. I will have to be at my best to defeat him.

When I first started thinking about revenge I wanted to rip my father's
heart out and make him watch as he slowly died. Then I considered
turning the tables on him and making him into my mother's loyal and
obedient slave. A vast array of other scenarios passed through my mind
ranging from the grotesquely violent to the ironically comical. Then,
one morning as I watched my mother eat breakfast after one of her calls,
it hit me.

The pain and humiliation that my father had put me through was
insignificant to the sheer torture that he had inflicted upon my mother
and the other women he had raped. He had forced them to live with the
knowledge of their rape everyday for thirteen years without being able
to turn to anyone but each other for comfort or sympathy. And just when
they had overcome the trauma of his violation of their minds and bodies
and gotten on with their lives, he returned to tear it all down and
reduce their hopes and dreams to rubble again. It was at that moment
that I knew what his payment would be.





I searched my mother's mind for the names and addresses of the other
women that my father had raped and began tracking them down. I secretly
visited each one and discovered that he had been using them much like he
had been using my mother. I also discovered that Diane had lost custody
of her daughter Crystal to her parents because they had dropped by one
night while she was away obeying my father and found Crystal all alone.
Now the only thing that keeps Diane going is her overwhelming hatred for

her "master" and the dream that someday she will make him pay.

With my help, Diane is going to get her wish. One day soon Diane is
going to show up at my father's front door with Liz and Jan and my
mother completely free of my father's mental conditioning. Then, with me
there to keep him from pulling any mental rabbits out of his hat, the
four women whose lives he attempted to ruin are going to give him
exactly what he has coming to him. And may God help him because he is
going to need all the help he can get.

Epilogue

An article appeared in one of the back sections of today's newspaper
about a man who neighbors found bruised and battered in his apartment.
When the police tried to question him about what had happened to him,
all he could do was mumble incoherently. The article couldn't provide
much information about the man because he had no friends or family and
didn't even seem to have a job.

Reading this story, you may think that I did that to him but you'd be
wrong. When we arrived to confront him, he quickly tried to take control
of one of the women to protect himself but I easily countered his
attempt. When he realized that I had deflected his attack, he
immediately turned on me. He tried to control me but I was too strong
for him. He then tried bombarding my mind with the most terrifying and
disgusting images he could conjure up in an attempt to break me down but
having seen what he had done to my mother and the other women I wasn't
phased. After several more desperate attacks on the women and me he
began to see that I was stronger. That's when the full extent of his
situation hit him.

As he looked at the hatred burning in the eyes of the women before him
he became terrified. He backed away from them but they kept advancing
toward him. When they finally had him backed into a corner he began
pleading with them for mercy but they just continued to stare at him in
silence. Then suddenly he began to shake uncontrollably. For over a
minute his convulsions wracked his body as he flopped about on the floor
like a freshly caught fish. The women and I just watched as he trembled
and quaked before falling lifelessly in a heap.

I ran to his side and found him still alive but his mind was completely
shattered. I quickly sifted through the broken fragments of his memories
trying to determine what had happened.


By piecing together shards of his most recent memories I was able to
determine that his own sick and twisted mind had imagined a far more
grotesque revenge than anything I
could have come up with. His own powers then turned on him and made him
believe that it was really happening until his mind couldn't take it
anymore and collapsed in on itself. He'll probably spend the rest of his
life in an institution.

The women tried hitting and kicking him but they quickly lost interest
when he didn't respond. As a final parting joke, he had gotten the last
word by robbing them of the vengeance they had dreamed about for so
long.

Now that my father is gone, I'm hoping that things will start to return
to normal. I'm almost sixteen and my mother doesn't know it yet but
she's going to buy me a car for my sixteenth birthday. Then there's this
girl at school. She used to ignore me all the time but lately I've been
using her to practice my abilities. The other day she let me fondle her
tits in the boy's room between classes and this weekend I'm thinking of
taking her virginity. I think having this power is going to be a lot of
fun and it's not like I'm hurting anyone. After all, I'm not my father.

                                                               The End



mc_writer@hotmail.com.

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