("`-''-/").___..--''"`-._ `6_ 6 ) `-. ( ).`-.__.`) (_Y_.)' ._ ) `._ `. ``-..-' _..`--'_..-_/ /--'_.' ,' (((' (((-((('' (((( K R I S T E N' S C O L L E C T I O N _________________________________________ WARNING! This text file contains sexually explicit material. If you do not wish to read this type of literature, or you are under age, PLEASE DELETE THIS FILE NOW!!!! _________________________________________ Scroll down to view text -------------------------------------------------------- This work is copyrighted to the author © 2010. Please don't remove the author information or make any changes to this story. All rights reserved. Thank you for your consideration. -------------------------------------------------------- Prisoner of Samantha by George Townsend (address withheld) Edited by IM Luck *** A young man spends some time in Jail. When he returns he is sexually repressed. To his good luck he finds a way of easing his libido just inside his home. His willing partner is his mother Samantha. (MF, inc, anal) *** The increase in road traffic was frightening. Walking from the bus stop in my familiar streets, carrying a plastic bag with my bits in it, I was thinking about my past. My Mum told everybody that I was away at college. Not true. I was in prison for GBH. Sent down for six years, did a painful four. Thanks to good behavior and a successful appeal to the court, I won parole after only four years, it is amazing the things you forget about a place when you are incarcerated for four years. Prison had been a sanctuary for fleeting seconds I missed it. After a while, the bars and iron doors had become commonplace. Time is long and stands still. It is immutable. The streets, they are dirtier, unkempt with grass and weeds growing through pavement cracks. Kids are dirtier too; snot running down over their chins onto already soiled clothing. Someone shouted at for throwing a stone at a woman pushing a pram. When she went by, shaking her head, I saw the pram was full of washing, freshly ironed. A kiddie ran up to me, clutching my sleeve with grubby talon like fingers 'Got any fags, Mister?' 'Sorry, don't smoke.' 'Fuck you then! Stick it up your fat arse!' The six year old sauntered off down the street as if he was Al Capone. Where I had just come from the Al Capones were many, more grown up. My ass was still sore. First person who I knew was old Mrs. Tenant, still with fat frumpy figure and still as ugly and still smelled as if she had pissed herself. She lived next door. The big black wart on her chin as ever intrigued my eyes. It was even bigger than the last time I saw it. It was repulsive. Made more repulsive by the nest of long gray hairs around it. 'You are home then? Maybe you'll get some work and help your poor old Mom. Poor wee thing, she needs it, bless her.' Wee thing! Last time I saw Mum, she was as tall as me and I am 5.9. "Did my mother sold the house?" "No, she still lives there." 'Good day, Mrs. Tenant. Don't you worry your pretty little head, I will look after Mum for you.' I passed her, cagily, and was surprised that my key still fitted the same old red, paint-peeling door. Number 13, unlucky for some! It opened into Paradise! I was pleasantly shocked by the decor. It was luxury to what it used to be before I went away. Gone were the dangerous loose curled up mats. Fell on my ass a few times because of them. The tatty oilcloth floor covering where countless pooches of old had used as a doggy loo. Dogs! Never did manage to get them out when they wanted to go. It was my job for a few coins a week, as it was my job to get up the mess. I think it was one of the reasons no one came into our house, that and the old man, of course. Now it was wall-to-wall self-coloured russet carpeting, which ran up the stairs, replacing the old red stair- runner. The banisters were now white when they used to be chipped beat up brown paint. My eyes traveling up the stairs alighted on a vision of loveliness. Standing there was my mother Samantha. 'Mom? Is that you? ' She was wearing a pink negligee, silk, belted at the waist and as she ran down the stairs it became obvious she was wearing nothing else under it. A flash of her pussy revealed she didn't like pubic hair either. She was in my arms kissing me, my eyes, my nose, my lips and I was overcome with a need which sons are not supposed to get for their Mothers. Her hands clutching my head as if proving to herself that I was no mirage. Then she stepped back, looking me up and down. Lingering on the bulge behind the fly in my grubby, bag washed slacks. 'Larry, you have no idea how much I have missed you! I had no idea you were coming out, Darling. Did they treat you badly? Have you eaten? Look at you! You are a man! My! How you have filled out! You must be starving for a good cooked meal? Mmmmm, and other things too, I feel. Nice! It feels bigger! Hope you haven't forgotten how to make love to a woman?' Then we were embracing again. The heat of her warm body was luxury to me. John Thomas was misbehaving and Mum was unashamedly rubbing her pussy against my fully-grown and up-for-it appendage. I was forced to push her away from me. There was still an anger within me. 'You missed me that much that you did not come to see me once in four years, two months and twenty-three days, Mom!' 'I couldn't, Larry! Your Dad wouldn't let me. He kept ripping up the passes which were sent to us.' The man she referred as my dad was not my real dad. I miss my father who was an officer in the Marines but was accidentally killed in a live-fire exercise when I was five. Mum married again soon afterwards. Since then I never was on good terms with my step father. 'You could have at least written a miserable sodding letter!' 'Your Dad, you know I was frightened of him and you did beat him terribly. He almost died.' 'Should have killed, the effin Bastard! He deserved it for what he did to us. I spent four years of pain because of him. Where is he?' 'He left me, Darling. Just a year ago.' I studied her; she had not lost her looks. I was 18 and she was 37 when I went to prison. She was wearing well for 41. She could look at times like a 'sweet innocent' but that didn't mean she was 'soft'. She could be tough as leather when she had to be. I fancied her since gaining puberty. The good thing was that I had no Dad to compete with now. I was walking through the downstairs rooms to find new furniture and fittings in every room, my Mum Samantha attached herself to me like a shadow. 'Where did you get the money to do this? Are you on the game?' 'No, Larry. It’s your Granddad; he died and left me some money. Just nine months ago. He left you some too. I will take you to the Solicitor and you should have enough to start your life up again. I have not seen or heard from your Dad since he left. I do not know where he is, in Hell I hope.' She sat down on the settee with complete disregard for her attire. Her legs and thighs exposed, they were still long and beautiful. Her eyes kept darting backwards and forwards from my face to the bulge in my trousers. The light blue moquette cushion under her hairless pussy was discolouring because the copious juices oozing out of her snatch. Her personal odour was invading my nostrils. I felt my balls contracting. We sat and talked about this and that. I told her my plan to enroll in a photography course at a college in the city, and she thought that was a great idea. The sight of Mum’s breasts and pussy had excited me, and I needed to wank. She was a much different Mum to the one four years back. She was scrubbed up now. Her hair was styled comparing to the rats-tails of before. She had changed it from dirty blonde to dark brown, which suited her brown eyes. She was using cosmetics now, where my step-dad would not let her use them. Her breasts were different too because her weight was down. She was now a very attractive lady. So attractive, I was having lascivious thoughts. Her tongue came out and ran round her lips as she saw my cock growing again. She suddenly sprang up and threw herself into my arms and kissed me, pressing her tongue against my lips until I opened my mouth to let it in. She was making me desperate to fuck her as our tongues fought to reach each other’s throats. I moaned into her mouth when her hand gripped the shaft of my cock. She was the first woman to do that to me for a long time. Suddenly, she pulled away from me, standing up and looked me sexily in the eyes. 'You must be desperate for a fuck, poor thing. I am too.' Reaching out she pulled me up and we clasped our arms around each other. I found that her robe had fallen to the floor and my hands were on her bare flesh. I trembled with her, feeling within her her desperate need for me. I am not going on about guilt, because I did not have any. I had already been punished and had paid for my guilt. She helped me to rip my clothes off which consisted of a jacket, t-shirt and trousers. The prison authorities had somehow lost the rest of my clothing. All of which would never go on my back again. They stunk of disinfectant and prison and bad memories. She pulled me back down on top of her with her legs wide open and her arms crushing me to her fantastic bare breasts. My cock found its own way into her very wet, slimy pussy and we went at each other like rutting animals. The foreplay was over before it started and the fucking was a necessity. My dear old mum had turned into a really hot piece of cunt. There was no thought about who she was, it was just that she was a woman with a willing twat and I was a man with a prick to fill it. I gripped her ass-cheeks and fingered her asshole, which involuntarily thrust her hips forward onto my cock, and she loved it. She would have to love it, as I had been a faggot for four years, my ass the target for all comers, screws and lags. I had a lot to teach her about buggery, and I would be crossing the t's and dotting the i's with her delicious butt. 'Oh! Yes! Darling! Fuck me! Fuck your whore! From now on and as long as you need me, I am your whore! Oh! Its feels so good!' 'It will get better. There will be some pain for you, Mother, but you will endure. I have to teach you the kind of love prison taught me. You have to know what protecting you against Dad cost me.' 'Agh! I'm cumming, Larry! You are too; I can feel it squirting into me. It has been so long since I was last fucked. Come on, Baby. Fill me with spunk.' Later, after a shower and I had tucked into a fry up and we had retired back into the sitting room and she was back in her robe and panties, sitting on my lap on the settee. I could feel her heat and wetness on my bare legs. Above all, her femininity. 'Tell me about prison, Larry. I did want to come and see you. I used to cry at nights thinking of you in there. Even worse after Jimmy Harris came out and told us what he had been through. How he had to have stitches put in tears in his bum.' 'Within hours I was forced into becoming a faggot, Mum. You know what a faggot is, Mum?' 'Yes, Dear. I have a good idea. I am beginning to have pictures of you being forced over and men fucking you. After Jimmy described what happened to him so graphically, I used to lay in bed at night, thinking of you, my mind full of naked men and their long hard nasty penises, wishing that I was taking your torment. Makes me shudder, Darling.' 'They forced me to become a whore, Mum! I was sold off to anyone who could pay the price either with dope or fags. Once you start these things, it’s like a drug, you become addicted and there were times when I did it for nothing. Yes, there were times when I was not fucked and I thought that they had gone off me, it made me depressed. In prison, you do not have the luxury of crying yourself to sleep.' She placed her hand on my bare thigh, gently gripping the muscle. 'That is all over now, Darling. I will do anything you want to help you to get over it. If you want to treat me like they treated you, then, as I said, I am your whore. Treat me like one. Your Dad used to bugger me. After a while, I did not mind him doing it. It was when he started to bring his friends round after you went into prison. When three of them had me at the same time, it was painful, very painful. As you said, Larry! You should have killed him.' 'Gosh! Mum! You must be fresh out of fantasies!' She laughed and punched me in the ribs, I retaliated by deep fingering her asshole. 'Oh! You animal! You will have to use lube if you want to do that to me, Darling.' 'Men used to spread my ass cheeks and spit into my hole and finger it in.' ‘you are giving me very lewd pictures, Larry. I saw your Dad being fucked. That really did turn me on. It gave me a big kick to hear him crying out with pain.' 'Did you cry out with pain when your ass was cocked, Mum?' 'Only when your dad didn't use any lube, when he forced himself into me. He was usually drunk when he did it.' 'Yes, I do know what that feels like.' 'I bet you do. I use a douche now so I am always clean there. Now you are home I will make doubly sure that I am always ready for you.' 'One thing I missed in prison was, smelling your dirty knickers. I was always into our linen basket in the bathroom, using them to sniff and have a wank long before I went to prison. Come to think of it, I must have been about 14 when I started doing it. I used to listen at your bedroom door when Dad was fucking you and beat off into your knickers. I knew you were getting it up your ass, because you talk quite loud when you are horny. 'Yes I know, Darling. It was me who used to wash out your spunk stains out of my knickers, remember? I still keep them in the same place. I was never angry knowing you were using my knickers like that, just the opposite. I knew you were fantasising about me as I was about you. I spied on you. I knew how big you were, bigger than your Dad was. I didn't know you were listening all the time, although it did cross my mind that you could hear us mucking about. I think I wanted you to hear me.' 'Yes, I know where you keep your knicks. I have already had a good whiff of the ones in the basket since I have been home. We have obviously been keeping secrets from each other, Mum.' She laughed and went down on me, taking my half hard cock into her mouth. She opened my legs and caressed my balls. I watched her slurping up the mixture of juices off my cock and balls. Her busy fingers raked my anus which made me jump. 'It’s all right, Larry. I don't have a cock. That is, unless you want me to use my strap-on? I used to fuck your dad with it.' 'Maybe I will let you fuck me, Mum. We are both a couple of whores.' I lay back and closed my eyes and let her get on with sucking me. I had had my cock sucked countless times in prison. 'I didn't stop you fingering my hole, Mum. Just wet your fingers before you push them in.' I closed my eyes and imagined it was Tim, my bunkmate. We used to suck each other to sleep at nights. I felt two fingers rifling my ass and my balls tightening up to my shaft. She was good; she too has had years of experience. 'Ooooh! Yes! That's nice. Fuck me and suck me. It's on its way! Oh God! Yes! Easy, you are about to get a mouth full, Mum!' It felt as if my balls were having their innards sucked out. I pumped my cock to the back of her throat and almost fainted, I had cum so much. * * * I managed to find some clothes, got dressed and took Samantha to the Victoria Arms and was greeted like a long lost Son. Everyone wanted to buy us drinks. I told more lies and embroidered more and more the drunker I became. We rolled home at ten-thirty and went to bed. Mum was very horny and pressed a tub of Vaseline into my hand after she had come back from the loo. 'Fuck my ass, Darling. All those anal jokes you were telling in the pub were making my bum spasm. I noticed one or two men eyeing you up as well as the women. That guy sitting next to you was feeling you up, wasn't he?' ‘don’t know, Mom. I am so used to things like that, half the time I take no notice.' I did notice, the guy gave me a hard-on. 'Felt a bit jealous, I did. Fancy being jealous of people coming onto my son. Do you think I am depraved, Larry?' 'I will tell you after getting this thing up your tight asshole. Sure you want it, you are not just being brave and foolish?' 'Do I have any choice, Larry? You would probably tie me down and ass-fuck me anyway. Your Dad used to tie me down and gag me with my knickers, as I did to him. The ropes he used are still in that drawer. You know where my knickers are. My strap-on is in that drawer too, I can be quite manly when I wear it. Remind me to get some KY Jelly from the Chemist. The girls tell me it is the 'done' thing now. I don't know, I have never used it.' 'Will you shut up woman and get over onto your belly so I can use your ass?' She laughed and rolled over, wagging her posterior suggestively. I fingered Vaseline into a hole, which already had been lubed. I gave her the grease and told her to rub some on my cock as it wasn't hard enough yet. She had no problem getting me back on course with her hands and mouth. 'That’s it, it's getting nice and hard now, Larry. It's lovely and big, I will feel this filling up my asshole, no mistake. Don't spare me, put it to me and put it to me hard and deep. I want to feel your cock in my ass as much as you want to fuck me. Give me all the pain those men gave you. I want to feel it too.' She moved onto her hands and knees and I mounted her and nosed my dick into her anal-canal. It gave into the pressure of my knob and in it popped. She sighed and her body dipped and came back up again as I watched her anus expand around my cockhead. Closing my eyes it felt like a guys ass. I gripped her hips tightly and pushed my cock into her depths and she cried out with the pain and I rejoiced in her pain. I was sharing it with her. I had control over my cock and balls and I fingered her cunt and clitty good style to bring her off. It was lovely fucking a woman again, the fact it was my Mother, was a bonus. I was quite content to stay around the house and keep her happy for as long as she wanted it. After I had filled her with spunk she was down on my cock sucking it clean. The lags had to make me do that for them. She did not leave me out, her cunt pressed down over my mouth, and like fruit gums, you have to lick and suck. Deep inside me, I knew that I would want male-to-male pain again. The need for rough handling and the arm across the back of my neck and the arm across my thighs forcing my asshole back hard onto their cocks would remain with me forever. I would dream about the bristly chins in my ass cheeks, the piercing tongues, and the sound of spitting as saliva hit my anus. The fingers, delving and multiplying, sometimes into a fist. It was considered to be punishment, but you learnt to take that too. I am sure it is what men go back into prison for. They do not go back in because they are bad, it is because they have the addiction for and miss the savagery of never ending hard rampant cocks. It is a fear within me that I will have that need too. I could go and on, but it would be only repetition. Later on, Mum wanted to bring in other guys and women and it did happen. But that is a future story maybe. Enslavement to sex is more addictive than drugs because it is cheaper and sometimes safer to indulge in. As for incest, it is just another name. I was told that in prison. 'We are all brothers, and brothers because of the circumstances we are forced to love each other.' I know that was true... I was forced! Basically, it just boils down to people who are billetted together, come together and if you want the adage too, cum together, because we all have a need for each other. As long as my Mum needs me, then, I am there for her. So-be-it. Her need to have more men in our relationships and her desire to see me fucked by a man can only lead to re-addiction. Future tales to tell? Maybe... as an after-thought, it would be nice to see mum taking three guys and even nicer to tell you about it. That's if you want me to tell you, that is? Unlike my Mum, you won't have to beg for it. Jeez! It's getting hard again! 'Mum! Where are you? Come here and see what I have got for you!' Later I drifted off to an ecstatically happy sleep. I woke with a start, momentarily disoriented, still entwined in Mum’s arms. She was sleeping heavily. The light was still on, and looking at the clock on her bedside table I saw it was just after 3am. Needing to pee badly I extricated myself from Mum’s arms – she muttered something incoherent but didn’t wake up – and went to the toilet. When I came back in I sat on the edge of the bed and looked at her sleeping body. She lay with her back to me, part of a tangled sheet twisted around her waist and covering her bum. I sidled up against her and, brushing a tangle of blonde hair from her face, kissed her on the cheek. She looked so beautiful, I thought. She still had her bra on, and I unhooked it at the back and pulled it off her, then reached around and started to fondle her breasts, which felt incredibly soft and vulnerable. I ran my hand down her side, coming to where she was covered with the sheet. Lying on the bed, positioning myself so that my face was a few inches from her bottom, I gently pulled the sheet away. Grabbing my cock, which was rapidly growing hard, with one hand, I parted her buttocks with the other, and stared reverently at her hairless pussy and wrinkled pink arsehole. "I love you," I murmured, getting in closer, licking at her cunt lips, which were sticky with her dried juices and my cum, then working my way down the velvety soft ridge of her perineum until my tongue reached her anus which I licked slowly and methodically, forcing my tongue into it as deeply as I could. Feeling I was about to cum I stopped and got onto my knees. Still holding her buttocks apart with one hand, I pointed my dick and wanked myself until my sperm spurted onto her, and then I rubbed it into both her holes. I really was spent now. I found a pillow on the floor and lay with my head towards the foot of the bed, my face against Mum’s cool, round arse, one arm thrown over her hip, and drifted off to sleep again with my nostrils filled with a heady aroma of cunt and sperm and arsehole. * * * Next day I went to meet and old pal of mine. Returning back to home, I walked through the kitchen and searched for Samantha. I wanted to invite my mother into the kitchen. I noticed her absence, I looked to the bathroom, but the door was open and the light turned off; she wasn't in there. Then I looked to my bedroom. I thought I could see her bare legs on my bed. I moved towards my room slowly. As I reached the doorway, I saw my mother, completely naked, head propped up by a few pillows with her legs slightly spread and arched. She just stared at me. I stood there, in the doorway, for a moment, having decided conversation was not the strong point of the relationship my mother and I had with each other. She was unlike any woman I ever had fantasies about before. Having her spread out completely nude on my bed really awakened me carnally and my dick was hard as a rock. After what must have been minutes just ogling her body, my eyes returned to her face where they met with her eyes once again. Still simply gazing at me, she finally lowered them to her crotch. As I followed them, I saw her spread her legs more and then look back at me. Wordless, she held out her arms to me. In seconds, I had all of my clothes off again, my erection jutting out from my body. I walked quickly to my mother; her arms still outstretched, and fell on to her. As she held me to her, I began to kiss her lips, her neck, her shoulders, and her breasts. I wanted to enter her very badly but, but the softness of her body, minus her somewhat scratchy legs, was too much for me to neglect; I had put my lips and tongue on every part of her. She responded in moans to various degrees, but mostly she just caressed the back of my body as I ventured my way down her own body. Scooting myself further down the bed and as I neared her crotch. Running my tongue down the rest of her to her pussy, it finally entered her, which, upon contact, made her thrust her hips violently upward, nearly making me bite my own tongue. I lapped aggressively at her cunt, tasting indescribable juices mixed with urine, sweat and God knows what else. She became wetter and wetter by the moment, her juices coating my chin and cheeks, and continued moaning louder and louder, slamming my face into her with her hands. Finally, she came, her spasmodic body and breathing slowing down to a more restful mode. As she was catching her breath, I did the same, slowly licking her cunt and down-—almost cat-like--cleansing her of her own juices and mess. While doing this, I had a moment of inspiration. Raising my head to look in her eyes, I smiled, as did she. Then I slowly lifted her legs, my hands grabbing her by the thighs, and folded them towards her stomach. In that position, I looked down at her pale, fleshy ass and in between her butt cheeks. Taking my non-verbal cue, she held her own legs to herself and I dove my face in between her ass cheeks, spreading them with my hands. There were smells but I didn't care. I felt depraved; there was nothing I wanted to do more at that time than lick and eat out my own mother's ass. As my tongue darted in and around her sphincter, my mother actually screamed, surely waking any sleeping neighbors. Her body shook. For I don't know how long, I was a mad man, using my oral skills to the best of my ability to please my mum. Up and down the crevice of her ass, tasting, surely, her remnant shit and whatever else may have come out of that orifice. Finally, exhausted, I let up, her screaming and shaking coming to an end, and I collapsed at the foot of the bed. We were both breathing extremely heavy. In a more rational state of mind, I got up and closed the bedroom door, hoping to at least drown out a bit of any future noises that could awaken anybody. "Fuck me," she said quietly, her voice a bit unsteady from her still-heavy breathing. Climbing on top of her, my dick slid into her cunt nicely. Her cunt fit around me so perfectly I nearly came upon entrance. Having fucked many guys, I had expected her to be so loose but she really knew how to use her cunt, slowly, warmly milking my cock as I stroked inside of her. Admittedly tired from my oral services, as surely was she, we took our fucking nice and slow. I came twice in her. Momentarily feeling spent after shooting my wad the first time, my cock deflated in her, almost plopping out, but her cunt lips grabbed the head of my cock and refused to let me leave, quickly encouraging another erection as I slid deep back into her cum-filled pussy. We must have screwed in this manner for an hour and a half, a strange, somehow beautiful, wordless fuck. After I came the second time, I pulled out of her and lay down next to her. Holding her body to my own, the warmth it exuded quickly put me to sleep. * * * Next night, my Mum Samantha suggested we have a bath together. I thought it was a great idea. I filled the bath with water and Samantha removed her panties, the only thing she had been wearing, and got in. I got in after her and, picking up the soap, began to soap her tits and armpits, then felt her cunt underwater. She sat back against the end of the bath while I masturbated her until she came. Her soft moan made me very hard. "My God, aren't you ever satisfied?" she said. "It's your fault. You're such a sexy woman!" I answered. "If you weren't so beautiful I wouldn't be like this. I can't help getting hard every time I look at you., I bet pretty soon you will be wanting to be alone again." "No chance," my mother said, "You can have me anytime you want." Then she soaped my cock and balls and massaged them with both hands. She had become an expert at giving me a hand-job and I came with a shuddering orgasm, my sperm splashing onto her lovely chest. When we were finished we stepped out of the bath and dried ourselves with towels. I needed to piss and walked over to the toilet. Mum came and watched, fascinated. "Can I watch you pee?" I said when I had finished. "Sure," she said. She sat on the toilet and parted her legs. I knelt down in front of her and watched as a yellow stream spurted out of her urethra. When she had finished I got her to stand up, then turn around and bend over. There were a few yellow drops clinging to her urethra, and I licked her damp pussy, enjoying the tangy taste of her pee. Then I parted her buttocks and licked her arsehole reverently. Later we took our dinner at a small restaurant. After dinner and after a couple of bottles of wine, we walked back to our apartment, which wasn't far away. As we walked, I could tell Mum was quite lightheaded. At one point we stopped and kissed. When we broke off kissing, Mum’s cheeks were red. "We shouldn’t be doing this,” she said. "Why not? This street is pretty deserted" "Can I tell you something?" "What?" "Well, sometimes I fantasize about…about getting raped." "Uh-huh," I said, matter-of-factly I hoped, but I was actually surprised. "Would you pretend to rape me?" She pointed to a dark alley. "Up there." I shrugged. "Sure," I said. She squeezed my arm. "Be rough with me," she whispered. Then she turned and walked toward the alley. I followed her. The street where we had been standing was well lit, but the alley was not. When she was about halfway down it I grabbed her from behind and pushed her against a wall. She let out a muffled scream. I'm not really a sadist and I didn't really want to hurt her, but I wanted to please her. I took hold of the front of her cocktail dress and ripped it open, then pushed her bra up, uncovering her tits, and buried my face in them and bit her nipples. Then I forced her to the pavement and threw her skirt back. She squirmed as I got her panties off and plunged my fingers roughly into her cunt. Then I was on top of her and got my cock inside her. I fucked her hard, grabbing and squeezing her tits as I did so, willing myself to hurt her. I could feel the concrete, cold and rough beneath my knees, and heard the occasional sound of cars driving nearby. I could hear her repeating "Oh, God" under her breath. I nearly came but stopped myself. I withdrew from her. There was one more thing I wanted to do. Grabbing her hips, I made her roll over and get on all fours, her bum towards me. I pressed the head of my cock against her arsehole and pushed. It was slimy with her pussy juice and went into her tight arse easily. My mother moaned quietly as I anally raped her. After I was finished, ejaculating into her bowels, we stood up and dusted ourselves off, then continued on our way to the apartment, my Mum holding her torn dress together at the front. END * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than a trusted partner. 4-million people around the world contract HIV every year. You only have one body per lifetime, so take good care of it! * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Kristen's collection - Directory 66