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(MMF, forced, inc) *** I pulled into the driveway about 10:30 in the morning, all ready working on what excuse I could give my Mom. I had told her I would be home last night, but spent the night in a motel room, alone, after totally washing out with a very lovely waitress. Summer was almost over, and I did feel guilty, I have spent most of it cruising around the country, having as much fun as possible, trying to laid as much as possible, and now I would be heading back to classes in two weeks, and had hardly seen my parents all summer. Dad had gone to Europe last week, Mom was home alone and I was really looking forward to spend the last of my vacation with her. The gardeners truck was parked in the drive, but with plenty of room for me to get around it. I got out of my car, grabbed my duffle bag and walked into the house. I shouted out, "MOM, I'm home!", tossed the bag to the side of the stairs and went into the living room. And froze in my tracks. Sometimes, you realize just how stupid you have been, a split second AFTER it's too late to do anything about it. Like now. Mom was in her bikini, she must have been out by the pool. Now, she was tied up and sitting in the middle of the room, in a straight back chair. She had been tied so that the ropes made her all ready large and firm breasts swell even larger. That was the moment I realized. The gardener would NEVER park in the front drive, he would have parked around back, or left his truck out on the street. And the gardener would never tie up my Mom while him and his partner searched the place. Nor would they jump me, before I even had the chance to recover. My arms were tied behind my back before I really realized the full situation. The smaller of the two, really mean looking, stood in front of me and confronted me. "I know you rich bastard American gringos, where is your house safe?" Mom all but shouted at him. "I TOLD you, there IS NO house safe!" He spun around and pointed his VERY large knife at her. "I toll you, bitch, shut up. Or I'll cut your tongue off and shut you up for good.' He looked at her and slowly smiled. "No, bitch, maybe there is something ELSE I can cut off, and make you talk." Then he turned back to me, and with the tip of his knife drew the outline of my cock around my swim trunks. Those and my sneakers were all I was wearing. Mom saw what he was doing, and cried out. "No, please, don't hurt him! There's no safe, really, I swear." "You swear! That's all you motherfucking gringos do is swear, mostly at us poor working laborers. You are rich, you can afford all this." He waved the knife around, indicating the house, the pool outside. "You got a safe, rich white bitch, and I want to know where it is. You can lose some money or jewels..........." he grabbed the front of my trunks, pulled them way out and with the knife, slit the down to the crotch, then cut the sides. In seconds, I was naked. He gently put the point of the knife against my balls. "Or your son can lose his jewels!" Both him and his partner laughed at the joke about the "family jewels." The house was air conditioned, I was naked, except for my sneakers, but I was sweating. "There IS NO safe. Hurting us will not change that." The wetback looked at her, annoyed. "You better be lying, whore, I'm going to be plenty pissed if we wasted all this time, and no fucking safe." "She's telling the truth," I said, "we don't have a safe." "No jewels." The wetback said. "So we get nothing for our trouble." For the first time since I walked in, his partner spoke. I wish he hadn't, because he was staring hard at my Moms body when he did talk. "Maybe we can get something for our trouble, something really hot." Moms swim suit, though two piece, was pretty conservative. But just then, the way she was tied, it looked awful provocative. As insane as it was, me naked, mom tied up, two men with knives robbing us, I started to get an erection! The two Mexicans looked at me and broke out laughing! "What's wrong, Gringo, you think maybe you get something really hot too?" They grabbed mom and roughly yanked her to her feet. She was tied, but not tied to the chair. A quick flick of that damn knife, and Moms top fell to the floor. I'm not going to pretend Mom could have passed for a Playboy model. She's over 40 and had a baby, the years showed. But she also worked out regularly, and her body was still firm, including her tits. Sure, they sagged a bit, but I'd seen internet pics of far worse. But the thing was, they were my MOMS tits! The two wetbacks began to fondle and grope her, but kept their knives in very plain sight. My cock got even harder and stood up, and out, even more. They were watching my cock as they played with my Moms body, and laughed again as my cock twitched. They stepped away from Mom, one stepped behind her, and shoved her towards me. We were both tied, and had to pretty much just bump into each other to keep from falling over. For a moment, her fear stiffened breasts were shoved against my chest. They were big, and soft, but fear had stiffened her nipples. They dug into my chest. Despite my fear, despite the danger both Mom and I were in, I could not help it, I started to get an erection. In seconds, my cock was poking against Moms pussy. The two wetback were having a great laugh about it. One of them grabbed her hair and pulled her head back, which made her breasts push outward, and harder against me. It also made her groin move forward, slipping around my cock shaft, I tried twisting, to prevent myself from actually slipping inside her. He held her hair with one hand, and with the other slid between us and began groping her tits again, none to gently. Every part of me screamed out to fight back, and protect her, but I couldn't. Tied up, outnumbered, and worried about what they might do to Mom if I tried to fight, I had to go along meekly. He pulled mom back a bit, putting a bit of room between her tits and my chest. "You like these, Gringo boy?" he asked. "I bet you liked them when you were a baby." "Let's see if you still like them now. Start sucking on them." The 2nd one pushed my head down towards Moms breasts. I was too scared, not to mention too turned on, to resist. I began to run my tongue around one nipple, it stiffened for me even more than it had been. I opened my mouth and took her tip in, then began suckling. My cock got harder than it had ever been in my life. If only the situation were different, if Mom had offered herself willingly, and we were not being forced. But then, that would probably never happen, ever. Then it happened, I actually got milk from her tits! I never expected that. I was so shocked, I nearly bit her nipple. It didn't taste like milk, not the "milk" everyone is familiar with, but of course, it wouldn't. Some of it leaked out the side of my mouth and down my chin, and down moms boob. The two wetbacks started laughing. One of them pulled me back away from her, and his partner took my place, suckling Moms tits, drinking her milk. When had his jollies, he stepped back, flashed his knife again at Mom and I, as if we needed reminding, and let his partner take his place. This one, while he was nursing at her breasts, was also groping her ass. Mom could not help responding, despite the fear and danger. I could see the color of her face change from terrified white to a deep ruddy color. The thug suddenly let go of Mom and stepped back, looking at her naked body with evil in his eyes. He reached down and grabbed my cock. "Ok, whore! Your son sucked you, now, it's time you sucked him." NOOOO! I did NOT want this to happen! Like every guy, I had been dying to know what a blow job was like, had tried to get my cock in a lot of girl friends mouths, with no luck. But I didn't want my first to be in my mother's mouth! I expected the Mexican to put his knife against Moms throat. Instead, he put the knife against my balls. "Use them or lose them, whore Mom." With tears in her eyes, Mom got down on her knees and slowly reached out, putting her hand around my cock. I couldn't help it, my erection grew even harder. With a look of pain and humiliation in her eyes, she lowered my cock, and leaned forward, opening her mouth to take it in. Then she clamped her lips around my cock, and I was in heaven! This was everything I imagined, everything I wanted to feel, all those damn horny nights I jerked off imagining my first blow job. One of the wet backs stood behind mom, slightly leaned forward and playing with her tits while she sucked me off. The other stood behind ME and began playing with my ass! They were not joining in the sex, Moms goon had his knife out and ready to slice her throat any second. My butt friend had the tip of his knife ever so lightly pressed against my back. I didn't want to make this any worse for Mom, any more humiliating, but I couldn't help it. I put my hands on the sides of her head and began to guide her sucking. I had seen it done hundreds of times in pornos, but thought it was just another movie gimmick. In fact, it was a perfectly natural thing to do, almost instinct. Mom seemed to accept it, though, she wasn't in much of a situation to refuse. I wanted to get it over with quick, for Moms sake. I wanted it to last forever, for my sake. The issue was pretty much settled by the guy playing with my ass. I have never had anyone play with my ass before, it felt too weird, too exciting! He kept running his finger up and down my ass crack, teasing around, but not putting his finger in, my asshole. The one playing with Moms tits squeezed her nipples hard, making her gasp and winch, and nipping my cock, making me jump, and the knife point jab me, which made me lurch forward just a bit, shoving my cock harder into her mouth. "We want to see you swallow all your little boys cum, bitch," he growled. "If you spill any cum, we spill blood." Mom had her eyes closed, her face was a deep crimson, from the shame of what she was being forced to do. Then, I was cumming. Surge after surge of my cum was shooting into my mother's mouth. I could feel her mouth working to swallow it all, her lips were sealed tight around my cock not to let any escape. But the extra tightness and the working of her swallowing only made me cum harder. My cock gave the last few, weak spurts, then began to soften. Mom kept me in her mouth, kept her lips tight around my shrinking meat, kept sucking, until I was totally soft again. I thought her debasement was over, but I was wrong. The one behind me, my butt buddy, was suddenly no longer such a good friend. He shoved me aside, and took his place in front of Mom, his cock all ready out and hardening quickly. The knife remained touching my side, between my ribs. I could see the tears roll down Moms face as she submitted to the oral rape. She was doing it to protect me, to protect both of us, but the shame must have been terrible for her. No words were spoken, none were needed. The only sounds were Moms sobs and the giggles and small laughs from the two Mexicans. It was weird, I had watched lots of pornos, seen lots of on screen blow jobs, but never imagined watching my own Mother being forced to suck cock. Having to hold the knife on me, he only had one hand to guide Moms head while she sucked his cock. He took a hand full of hair to control her. He was doing most of the work, really ramming his dick into her mouth and back out. I was a bit proud to see at least his cock was not much bigger than mine. What a weird thing to be thinking about under the circumstances! He came in her mouth, much faster than I did. I saw Moms cheeks swell outward as his load filled her mouth. Mom started to pull back, to let his cock out, but the wetback shoved back deeper into her mouth. "Keep sucking, gringo whore, till my balls are dry." Mom did as she was told, she had no other choice. When the Mexican was totally drained, he ordered her to suck his balls. For Mom, it was awkward, getting her mouth open enough to get his balls in and suck them. She finally settled on getting her lips around one ball at a time. It must have felt really good, because the creep was squirming and moving his hips. I have to admit, getting my balls sucked had never occurred to me before. All my thoughts were just getting my cock sucked. "Pedro" took his hand off Moms head and began stroking his cock, now erect again. He was jerking off while Mom sucked and licked his balls. Then he pulled her head back, aimed his cock and shot his second load over her face. I had seen that move so many times in my pornos, I never really felt there was anything sexy about it, and now, with cum dripping down my Moms face, I still didn't. "Pedro" quickly switched places with "Juan", he all ready had his cock out and ready. Mom did not need to be told, she knew her fate. She opened her mouth and began sucking her third cock of the day. It may look thrilling on a screen, but watching someone get a blow job in real life gets boring quickly, especially when it's forced. Even more when it's your Mom being forced. But I couldn't look away either. It was so dirty, so wrong, so depraved, I had to watch. Mom sucked him dry, and again, after his cock slipped out of her mouth, she sucked his balls till he was hard again. Then she got a second load of cum over her face. She looked like the cheapest whore on the planet! Then they pushed me back into place, and told Mom to suck my balls. I had had a bit of time to rest, and the excitement of watching two live sex shows. And getting my nuts sucked and licked was amazing! So it didn't take me long to get a hard on again. I expected them to order me to cum on my Moms face too, but they had other plans. They yanked Mom to her feet, then shoved us tight together. They told me to put my cock in her. I was supposed to fuck her, standing up. I am just a bit taller than Mom, so, with an extra pair of hands guiding my dick, (which felt REALLY strange) I was inside my Moms cunt. It felt good, REALLY good. Before I started humping her, they told me to hold still. From somewhere, I hadn't even seen it, but then, my attention was distracted, they came up with a roll of shrink wrap plastic. They started at our feet, wrapping the plastic around us, and wrapping us together. Our ankles and calves were wrapped, then they left our mid thighs open to the air. They went around middles, wrapping our asses and drawing me really tight into her. Our stomach and lower backs were left free, but our chests were wrapped, so her tits were mashed to my chest. Our bodies could still breath, but we were going to be sweating, it was going to be uncomfortable. Then there was the fact that my cock was still inside her, and not room for me to move to pull it out. MAYBE it would shrink down enough to slip out before I shot a load in her, but I wasn't sure at all about that. Then the two wet backs laid us down on the floor, on our sides. "Just lay as still as you can, son," mom whispered, "and nothing will happen." The two Mexicans heard her and started laughing. "What fun would that be, gringo whore?" One wet back got behind each of us, and started talking. "They are awfully still," Pedro said, "maybe they need some help moving." With that, he poked Mom in the ass with the tip of his knife. Now, when someone pokes your ass with a knife, you jump a bit. And Mom did. Then it was my turn, I got jabbed, and jumped. Little thrusting motions of our hips, and we were fucking, without trying to or wanting to. It was maddening! They were jabbing us every few seconds, not enough to really make it frantic, but enough so my cock would not soften, but not cum any time soon either. Pedro and Juan were laughing like crazy as they jabbed our asses and made us hump each other. Juan kept putting his hand up inside the plastic and playing with my ass and balls, just to be sure I didn't go soft inside Mom. I could feel the pressure and the load building. "Mom..." I said, "I can't help it, I'm going to cum." I could see the tears starting to form in her eyes. "It's ok, it's not your fault, what happens now just happens. Then I was, surging sperm into Moms twat, gush after gush. This was not some cheap internet sex story, no shouting "I'M CUMMMINNNNGGGGGG" Just my cock doing what nature intended, if not where nature intended. I could feel the cum leaking out of Moms pussy, and down over my balls. Juan stuck his hand up inside the plastic, worked it between us, and coated it with my cum, then pulled it out and wiped his fingers off in Moms hair. Damn, how I wished I was free, I would have killed him, or died trying. They left us like that, took a few things, an expensive camera, some silver, a few bottles of fine wine, and left, laughing and mocking us. So there we lay, on the living room floor, nude, sweaty, cum soaked and shrink wrapped together. Mom told me we would just have to lay there till Miguel, our real Mexican gardener, showed up Monday morning. Until then, we were going to be very uncomfortable, but we were alive. But it was going to be a very long twenty four hours till Monday. To make it worse, before they left, Juan went out to the truck, and came back with a DVD, put it in the player and turned the large screen TV on, he did something with the remote control, so the DVD just kept playing over and over, until it was shut off. Naturally, what he had put in was a triple x rated porn DVD. With the fear, tension and strain suddenly gone, not to mention being sexually spent, we began to get sleepy. I don't know how long we had dozed, when suddenly I snapped awake. "MOM!" Mom jerked awake, giving my still buried in her cunt cock a pleasant slide. "What's wrong?" "Mom, we've got to move! If we lay here all day long, we are going to be in the sun, and the thermoglass, and the damn plastic, will magnify the sun's rays. We're going to end up with massive sun burns." Mom thought about it, thought how the sun was all ready making both of us uncomfortable. "Well, we're just going to have to..." she gave a slight groan as she realized what we were going to have to do. We were going to have to try and rock back and forth, get our bodies moving in unison enough to roll across the floor and out of the wide beam of sunlight. But that meant my still up inside her cunt cock was going to get hard again, real fast, and probably be shooting even more cum in her. Helped along by the porn DVD still showing sucking and fucking at high volume. We decided which way we were going to try to go, figuring the movement of the sun, we wanted to roll away from the rays as they moved across the room. I was right, the moment we began trying to rock our bodies, I got hard. Well, it was not unexpected! Her tits were slippery with our sweat, and rubbed against my chest as we moved, and my cock in her just felt SO good, and the porn playing, it had to happen We did our best to ignore it, getting out of the sun was much more important. It took some work, but we finally got enough movement to start rolling. About the third roll I shot another load of cum in her. Neither of us mentioned it, we kept concentrating on getting out of the sun. It was exhausting, struggling like that. On one hand, I wanted to get this rolling around inside Mom over with. On the other hand, it was a real effort, and I was afraid of how much it would make us thirsty and hungry. It was going to be a long wait for a drink of water. Finally, out of the sun, we just lay there, catching our breaths and wishing we were not in this insane situation. We tried to make conversation, now and then, but there seemed little to say. And the sound track from that damn porno DVD was embarrassing, constant talking about fucking, sucking cock, fucking assholes, cumming, it was difficult to ignore. And there we lay, for hours. With the maid off till Monday, the real Gardner not back till Monday, no friends expected, it was a long and uncomfortable wait. Occasionally, we had to move, only to reposition our bodies a bit as we got painfully uncomfortable on the floor. With the sun no longer warming the house, it got cold quickly. And with the cold, and all the cum I had shot, a new problem developed. I tried to ignore it as long as possible, but the human body does what it needs to, regardless of our opinions. "Mom." "What, Mike?" Tears started to form in my eyes, tears of shame and embarrassment. "I have to pee, I'm sorry." It meant I was going to be peeing inside her twat, inside my own mother. Mom took a deep breath. "Mike, we have no control over this, and because of that, nothing that happens now is our fault. I know you are ashamed, but there's not helping it. You have to do what you have to do." Still, I fought it as long as I could. But in a way, that made it worse, because when I finally could not hold it any longer, there was a lot more urine to get out. Then I was doing it, pissing inside Mom. It flowed into her, and right back out of her, and over my cock, then puddled on the tile floor. I was so glad when I finally emptied my bladder, glad it was over. But then, we were also laying in my piss. "Mike," Mom said. "What Mom?" "Son, we have to move again. We can't keep laying in your piss, we could get a skin infection." I groaned. That meant more exhausting rolling over, and probably, another cum inside Mom. Unless I was just too tired and drained. For the first time in my life, I was begging I would not be able to get an erection. We began the rocking, weaker this time, and slower. It took us a lot longer, but fortunately, we didn't need to go as far. I did cum in her again, but just a short, weak spurt this time. Not that it mattered much at that point. I couldn't get her any more pregnant than she was by now, IF she was. After that, it was a long, cold night. The plastic kept some body heat, but not much, and the exposed parts of our skin chilled down quickly. Sleep was fitful, more like short naps, but welcome, because the time passed away unaware. Still, we were one pitiful sight when the sun finally rose. But then the real torment began. Waiting for Carlos, our real Gardner, to show up, or Maria, our housekeeper. She came in on Monday, Wednesday and Thursdays. We would be freed, but freed to face the shame and humiliation, and each other. Finally, we heard the grating sound of the lawn mower in the back yard. Carlos had arrived and begun his job! We shouted until we were horse, but he could not hear us through the glass doors and the sound of the mower. "Mike," Mom said, "if we roll about three more feet in your direction, he might see us through the patio doors." We both knew what it mean, another erection, another cum in Moms cunt. I have to admit, after the depravity of the last day, I actually enjoyed the idea. After all, I would never get the chance to fuck Mom again. We had more strength now, after a night of what could be called rest. So we rolled faster than we had last time. Faster, but not fast enough to prevent me sending one last good load of cum into my Mother. Now we were in the sunlight, and now, it felt fantastic to be warming up again. Only problem, Carlos was paying attention to his work, not looking through patio doors. So we lay there for another two hours as he worked his way out of sight. Then finally, the front door opened and Maria walked in. She headed towards the kitchen, as always, but our shouts stopped her. She came in the family room and screamed when she saw us laying there. She made the sign of the cross and started sputtering in Spanish. We both yelled at her to get a knife and cut us loose, but she stood immobilized by shock. Finally, I let out the loudest bellow I could, and a good amount of profanity. I t broke though. "Maria, go get Carlos, and do it now." She dropped her purse and cleaning bag, and ran out the front door. Even though the patio doors would have been much quicker. Well, I guess I can't blame her for not thinking straight. Carlos came running in, and stopped dead in his tracks, stunned by the sight of us, naked and wrapped together. The look on his face would have been priceless if the situation were different. "Carlos," I said, as calm and steady as I could manage, "take your knife and cut us loose, quick, but be careful." Both of them were yammering to each other in Spanish, and Maria continued making the sign of the cross over and over again. But Carlos took out his pocket knife and carefully cut the plastic away, giving Moms tit a good squeeze in the process. He tried to apologize and say it was necessary to be sure he didn't cut her, but he sure seemed happy about it. Then finally, after what seemed like an eternity, we were free and rolled away from each other. We were both weak, but managed to get to our feet. Mom looked at herself, and made a run for the stairs, then up to the bathroom. I had other things on my mind. We were both dehydrated, we needed fluids. I ran to the kitchen, grabbed a bottle of juice and gulped as much down as I could. My nudity didn't seem to matter to me at all. After a moment of rest, sitting on a kitchen chair, I took the juice and the plastic jug of milk and went upstairs to Mom. She was in the shower, trying to wash off the cum, both the fresh and the dried, her hair all ready thick with shampoo. I walked in without knocking, pulled back the shower curtain and held the juice out for her. She took it and drank, and drank. I admit, I used the time to get a good look at the nude body I had spend so much time in contact with. Damn, even after the effects of the ordeal, she still looked good. She drained what was left of the juice, then set the bottle on the sink. "Help me wash," she said. I stepped into the shower. The hot water spraying over me felt so incredible, being washed clean again. Just an hour ago, I would have said I would never feel clean again in my life. I helped work the shampoo in her hair, she rinsed it out, then lathered it up again. While she was working on her hair, I soaped up her shoulders, then lathered her back, slowly working my way down to her ass. Her back straightened as I began soaping her ass up, running the bar of soap through the crack, up and down, up and down. Mom bent slightly and spread her legs, giving me easier access. I ran my finger around her asshole, making her gasp and shudder. Then I slid my hand down lower, between her legs and stroked her cunt. Mom was shaking now. I pulled my hand back from between her legs and moved them around her, to her stomach. Slowly soaping up her cunt hair, working the soap into her cunt crack. My other hand went to her tits, groping and feeling, but gently, not like the two wet backs had abused her. The nipples that had been crushed against my chest for so long were not like spikes. My other hand could feel the heat from her pussy. Then she spun around and faced me. "If I'm going to be an incestuous whore slut, at least it will be on MY terms!" She grabbed my hard cock, positioned it, and pushed herself onto me. We fucked in the shower, fucked, this time, of our own choice. When I finished, we moved apart, took the soap and finished washing each other. Mom got out, grabbed a robe and wrapped it tight around herself, then went downstairs. She sent Maria and Carlos home. We both knew, they were not going to be coming back. She called her doctor, a long time close family friend, and gave him an edited account of what had happened. She said she had been abused, but not by whom, and made an appointment to go in that afternoon for a heavy dose of "morning after" pills. I took my time in the shower, letting the hot water wash everything away but the memory of what had happened. I stayed home for three more days. They were a roller coaster of emotions and state of mind for Mom. She went from trying to pretend nothing at all had ever happened, to walking around the house in front of me totally nude, because modesty was pretty much a joke "considering", to avoiding me and wearing enough clothes to outfit an Antarctic cross country hiking team. I left for college, figuring it would be easier on her if I were not there, and she had all ready started therapy anyway. I left really hoping she could work it out and learn to deal with it. ONE WEEK LATER I was in my dorm room, watching the home made porno, when my buddies walked in, carrying a six pack of beer. Pete looked at the screen and laughed. "You will never get enough of seeing that, will you?" I blushed. "No, I guess not." I didn't bother to turn it off, they had seen it before. John pulled three cans off the plastic binder and handed us both one, popping the pull tab on his. He took a deck of cards out of his pocket and put them on the table. "So, who's next?" It was amazing, really, Pete was a theater major, and he had done such an incredible job on the makeup, I would never have recognized "Pedro" and "Juan", even though they were right there in front of me. Since I lost, (or won, depending on how you looked at it) the first deal, I cut the cards and put the deck in the middle of the table. Pete drew a five of Clubs. John drew an eight of spades. John was next. He went to his desk and got a rough lay out plan of his moms house, spreading them on the table. We started planning his "home invasion." Pete stopped and looked at the screen, the part where they were poking Mom and I in the ass to make us fuck. He shook his head. "Man, what did it feel like?" I took a long swig of the beer. "Don't worry," I said with a grin, "you'll find out." END ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author does not condone the described behavior in real life in anyway shape or form. Anyone tempted to act out any of the scenarios in this story; should seriously consider seeking professional help. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Kristen's collection - Directory 71