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Thank you for your consideration. -------------------------------------------------------- Rape/Betrayal #10:Taking Control of Mother by Jaz (jaz1701@webtv.net) *** What makes a good son rape his mommy? (F/m-teen, rp, inc, exh, rom) *** Howdy my name is Susan Pressman. I never thought I'd ever send a story into one of these adult porno sites but, well my son did something and I'm pretty torn up about it. I need to tell someone, so I decided to try and write it like a story. Yes, I said no, but maybe it was too late for that by then. I don't think I can see this clearly anymore, and could use a 2nd opinion. Tell me what you think. Drop me a line Jaz1701@webtv.net. *** Title Rape/ Betrayal #10 Taking Control of Mother Susan would remember the day for the rest of her life. Feb 8th, 2003. That was the day her husband left her with a 2nd mortgage, near bankruptcy, and a 17 yr old son. She was so depressed, so fucking useless. At 36 years old people still thought she was pretty. Her son's friends often said she looked like Jennifer Garner on Alias (albeit a decade older). Susan did not agree. Yes she had reddish brown hair and kept her athletic 5ft 3 in frame in good shape. But her ass was much thicker, and her breasts were 36 C. She always felt both were too big, and worked hard to at least keep them firm. "I don't care what the boys say, I'm 36, have a 17 yr old, and am nowhere near as pretty as a TV star," she laughed to herself. She always enjoyed the compliments she got on her looks. But deep down she felt insecure. She just knew she was only a little better than average. Apparently her husband knew it too. He left her for a 23-year-old Jr. assistant. The only good thing to come of this was how close she came to be with her son. John had been amazing. She did not ask it but he had cut off every tie with his father. "Mom he left you, he cheated on you. Fuck him, stupid little asshole. How can he be stupid enough to think he can do better than YOU? If I had a woman like you I would never let her go. I'd show her every day that I was glad she belonged to me. He hurt you mom, and as far as I am concerned he is dead, " My son said and then pulled me in close for a long slow hug. It felt so good, to be defended. To know there was someone on MY side. I sometimes forget how large my son is. At 6ft 3 in he was a foot taller than me. He often ran and lifted weights, so he was layered in a thick slab of muscle. I felt so small next to him as his deep voice rumbled over me...it felt odd. Money was tight. I had only been working part time. We almost had no savings of which my husband got half. (I believe he had a secret account but could not prove it). I received child support and six months of Alimony, eventually but it took 4 months for it to kick in. That's where John really surprised me, made me realize what a fine man he was growing into. Without my knowledge my son immediately sold the fully loaded 2003 T-Bird his father had brought him for Christmas. He got $18,000 for it. Then he cleaned out half his savings account, from his part time job. My 17-year-old boy handed me a check for $21,000. He then informed me he would begin working a split shift before and after school. "John my god thank you. But this is your money, I can't accept. I just can't. Look, if we get desperate, I may have to come to you for help for a month or two. Thank you so much for offering John it was very sweet." John reached out and pulled me into his lap. It caught me off guard; I certainly did not expect it. My feet barely touched the floor, I felt like a little girl on her daddy's knee. "Mom, I love you and I WANT to take care of you. I just can't stand the thought of you worrying about money. You will never have to come to me and ask me to dole it out. I don't want that mom. Take it all and use it as you see fit, " he said as I started to cry. I snuggled in his arms and felt safe for the first time in a long time. I slowly drifted off to sleep. I awoke the next morning when the sun peeked through my bedroom window. I was chilly; I don't remember how I got there. I looked down and got the shock of my life. I was nearly naked. All I had on was a sports bra and a pair of panties. I could not believe it. John must have carried me up to bed, stripped my clothes off and tucked me in. I could not help but blush when I realized how much of me he had seen. I was a little pissed at him too. "What is wrong with him, I've gotta have a talk with him. This is ridiculous. I'm his mother!" At first I was angry but slowly I calmed down. Was I blowing this out of proportion? What had he really done? John had seen me in bra and panties before. I mean I did not parade around in front of him, but if I was changing, or getting ready for work in the morning he might get a glimpse in passing. He probably had thought nothing of it; he just put me to bed and tucked me in. If I said anything it would crush him. If he thought his mother did not trust him...he was my son! He had been so good to me lately; I could not bear the thought of me damaging our relationship. Over the next several months my son asserted himself as the man of our house. I tried dating once but frankly my date was very nervous around my 6ft 3in, 230 lbs son. John walked in on us kissing once and the look that flashed across his eyes was anger, he seemed hurt by it. All he said was, "Excuse me. I did not know you were making out in here. I'll leave." For some reason I felt guilty. I guess I believed that he was hurt to see me with a man other than his father. I got the papers in the mail, the final divorce decree. I had been doing pretty well but this threw me for a loop. Then to make matters worse I saw them. My husband and his slut were walking arm in arm through Wal-mart. I turned the corner and there they were. It was too much. It hurt so bad to know that you have been replaced, to see that you are an old, ugly worthless piece of shit. I went home turned off the lights, crawled into bed and fell asleep. I had a bad nightmare. I thought my husband was cutting me up a piece at a time and throwing me in the trashcan. I was crying, pleading, begging my smiling husband not to. His new wife was in her wedding dress and kept saying, "Dear I asked you to take out the trash." "NO you can't, stop STOP cutting me!" I shrieked out in my fevered dream. Suddenly I was awake. A man was holding me, pressed tight against me. I could smell him, feel his hot breath. I was wrapped up tight in his strong arms as he kissed the back of my neck and gently "Shushed" me. "Whhu, huh John, is that you?" I cried out in the pitch-dark room. "I've got you, I've got you baby don't worry, I'm here. You're safe. Go back to sleep mom, I'll take care of you." It was surreal. Once again I was almost naked with my son in the room. I did not even have a bra on this time. Just a nighty and panties. At least it was dark, he could not see me. But I could feel him. I could feel my boy's thick cock pressing into my ass. His arms were folded right against my breasts. I had to do something. "John, thank you for waking me up. I feel much better now you don't have to stay. Let me up." "Shh, I'm not going anywhere. Now be quiet and go back to sleep." I know it was wrong, but what could I do? Short of kicking and screaming--clawing my way out of the bed, he had me. A part of me thought, "He's just taking care of me. He IS the man of the house now." It felt good to be protected. The dream HAD scared me, and being cradled by a strong man felt good. Just for a second I relaxed and enjoyed it. I allowed myself to snuggle down and nestle with my son. That was all it took. Slowly I drifted back to a deep, contended sleep. Things changed after that night. My son began acting inappropriately to me. At first it was little things. One day I was walking by and he slapped me on the ass. "Nice and tight mom, looking good." He started making it a practice to give me hug whenever he came in or left the house. The hugs became longer and tighter. As a joke he often lifted me in the air by my armpits, like a little girl, and supported me under the butt with his arm. "How's my girl doing today? Tell me all about it. " The fact was John was so strong, I was afraid to squirm. wiggle and fail. I would look pathetic, if I could not get down. So he just held me for about 10 minutes. Then he walked to the couch and sat down with me facing him in his lap. This happened once or twice a week. Then he started "Accidentally" walking in on me while I was changing. It wasn't every day, and he would always apologize but... Another time he bent down and gave me a kiss on the lips. He did not make out with me, but it lasted for a couple of seconds. When he was little I used to tickle him mercilessly. One day out of the blue John decided to return the favor. "...John what are you doing...no, tee heee let me go. Gasp oh god get off! John let me go, snicker, chuckle, snort!" It went on for several minutes. John just held me down and ran his hands all over my body. My stomach and tits and underarms were choice targets. It was more than tickling--it was fondling. My son was fondling my breasts, cupping them, mashing and rolling while he straddled my crotch. It's hard to explain, it was almost sexual. It was doing something to me down there. You have to remember that it had been over a year since I had sex. I could not decide if I wanted to cum or pee. I became frantic because I did not want my son to make me do either one! It made no difference. John straddled me and had both tits in his large hands. I could feel his hard dick pounding into me, humping me, as he tickled my nipples. Suddenly I felt the first hot burst of urine dripping out of me. I was completely humiliated. "Let me up, let me up you made me piss myself damn it!" I said crying as John finally allowed me to go to the bathroom. I could not hold it in, as the urine stained my jeans and the carpet. I quickly hopped in the shower and let the tears flow from my eyes, while piss dripped from my pussy. What had just happened? I felt violated. It was about to get worse. The bathroom door opened as I stood naked in the shower. John walked in and got in the shower with me. "Mom I'm sorry I made you wet yourself, I was just goofing around. Do you forgive me?" "John get out of here right now! What the fuck do you think you are doing mister?! How dare you!" "Aww mom it's just us, don't freak out. I made you get dirty, so now I'm going to help you get clean." I could not believe what I was hearing, I refused to understand until he turned on the water and began to lather me up. John soaped and fondled my breasts, ass, and slowly fingered my pussy. He removed his clothes and hugged me close. It was the first time I had seen his 8-inch man-cock. "Mom I want you to clean me now. Wash me good baby. Nice and slow." I flatly refused. Enough is too much. "You are sick John, something is wrong with you. I am your mother. You need help son," I said as I tried to fight my way out of the shower. It pissed him off. "That's it mom, it's time you learned that I am the man of this house, that you are supposed to take care of your man. You will please me, I can do anything I want. You are going to learn that you are mine. Right, fucking. NOW!" He roared. John dragged me naked and wet out of the shower. He grabbed a fistful of my hair and yanked me down the hall to my bed. "I want you to know that I love you mom. Once you start treating me with respect as your man, I will be so good to you little baby. I don't want to fight you. Just obey me, do what I tell you to do." I felt myself going into shock. My loving son was about to rape me. He made me straddle his lap, and began to kiss me deeply. Slowly sucking my tongue and clutching my ass. He was sniffing and licking my face, before he stood up. My legs were wrapped around him. "Put me inside baby, stuff me into your pussy. Be my good little girl, give it to me." But I couldn't do t. I could not grab my son's cock and put it inside of me. So he did it for me. "OW...no!! take it out, you are my son, please don't do this. John, you can't!" I screamed as he held me in the air and fucked his fat cock into me. I was afraid of falling so I kept my legs locked around him and held on with my arms for dear life. John was kissing me hard again. "Suck my finger baby, get it nice and wet. I'm gonna pierce your ass mom. " I wailed in despair as I felt his wet finger slide deep into my asshole while he raped my cunt with savage thrusts. He used his free hand to grab my throat, not quite strangling me, but forcing total submission. He fucked me onto the bed and pinned me there. I had been a virgin teenager when I married his average dicked father. At the most his father could last 5 minutes. I thought he had filled my small pussy...but he was nothing compared to John. I was crammed full of cock. My ass full of finger. He was moving both around inside of me. As the minutes ticked by I am ashamed to say I could not help but become excited. Until he gave me the choice. At about 8 minutes I realized my son was about to make me his rape whore. I was going to cum all over my son's cock while he raped me. I began to cry, sobbing and hiccupping in despair, while his cock pistoned deep inside of me. "Uh, do you like THAT, huh baby, take it, Take it, TAKE IT!! Such a tight pussy mom, so good. Do you know how much I'm gong to fuck you? Heh, my god All day long you're gonna be mine. One day, when you are ready you WILL call me Master. Ok mom, decision time I'm going to cum inside of you soon. Do you want it in your pussy or your ass?" I did not know what to say. Even his finger was very uncomfortable in my ass. The problem is, I was not on the pill, and this was not the safest time for me to be having sex. I could not have HIS child. "John please stop, you've done it, you've raped me... please pull out... slow down damnit, John stop!! Ok, ok, my ass, fuck my ass you bastard!" John kept right on humping me, fucking me longer, deeper, harder, faster. On and on it went. I kept waiting for him to pull out. I was desperate for him to fuck my ass, begging like a hopeless crack whore to be ass fucked. I was terrified he would cum by accident. He didn't. "So good mom, so fucking good. I got you now. There is nothing you can do. Fuck me back, that's it fuck your man like a good little slut. Oh god, oh god here it cums... YAAARGH, oh I'm filling your pussy, your tight wet little mommy pussy. Drink all my cum down your pussy. I love you mom." I couldn't believe what my son had done, how could he rape and betray me like this. I thought his father was an asshole but he had never raped me. John wasn't the least bit sorry or ashamed. EPILOGUE The sex with my son continues to this day. The Alimony and child support ended five months ago. I still have massive debt. Without his income I would have to sell the house, and pay more money to move into a crappy Apt. Logically it just made sense to put up with his rapes. It did not really upset me anymore. I just accepted that 8 or 9 times a week, I was going to be grabbed by my son and forcibly raped. He agreed not to fuck my pussy anymore when I was fertile, provided I sucked his cock good, and spread my tight ass submissively for him begging with total slutty abandon to be reamed. He absolutely refused to let me go on the pill. I've slowly come to realize that my son has almost broken me. He controls me. I don't like it, I wish it were not so--but he is my Master. John walked in the room and made me strip for him. He did not say a word, just pointed to the couch. I stuck my ass in the air and waited. "I love you mom, you are a good wife." "...(sigh.) Thank you John. I love you too, I said as he slowly slipped inside me and took control of my ass. Author's Note 2004 is off to a rollicking good start. Two stories in the can and at least one more next week. Feast or famine. Janet Jackson has shown me her tits, again. God bless the little slut. It cracks me up how far we all are outside of mainstream society. I seriously doubt if anybody who read this entire story felt the urge to contact CBS and lodge a complaint. The commissioner of the league is pissing his pants, crying and moaning about the lack of family values, and all I can think is, "ZOOM in damn it, ZOOM the fuck in!" Rip her pants off and spread that fucking twat open and give it a whiff, a sniff, and a lick from me!" We may have to agree to disagree. I do have a couple of pictures of Susan this time. I can't send attachments on webtv, so I have given them to the site owner, and he will be happy to forward them to you. Some have asked that you wait until the latest round of viruses are patched. There, now I can rest easy. Jaz ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author does not condone the described behavior in real life. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Kristen's collection - Directory 27