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What, this fucker is not enjoying the show that Abused Witness is giving him? Looks like the fact that we stripped and rough-fucked his GF in front of his very eyes is driving him really angry. Well, no one cares! Hope you enjoy it!
# All I want for Christmas is My Son’s Sweet Ass
(You might want to read All I want for Christmas is My Mom’s Sweet
Ass…and a Webtv first. This story will stand alone but it’s
definitely a sequel, Jaz)
My name is Susan. I’m not using my last name because I have read some
of the e-mails that you people have sent regarding my son’s story about
raping me–frankly you people make me sick. You disgust and scare the
shit out of me. What my son did was wrong. It was evil. He betrayed me,
he RAPED me! He laughed in my face, spit on my love, and then wrote to
every fucking adult story site, bragging about how all he wanted for
Christmas was my sweet ass. But you people loved it. You loved it when
he stormed into my bedroom and stripped me. You just loved it when he
agreed not to get me pregnant, only if I would help him fuck my ass.
Oh you thought it was so great when I spread my ass for him, when he
licked and sucked and drooled in my butt, when he made me cum like a
slutty little whore. You begged him for pictures of me. Just because I
posed for Penthouse does not mean, I want you seeing me now. I’m a
completely different person. Some of you felt I deserved it because I
allowed my son to kiss me and fondle me a little earlier. I was drunk,
I missed my dead husband. John looks like his father at 16; the age
that I met and fell in love with him.
He took me out to the Paladin Club for a special dinner, just like my
husband used to. For a little while the alcohol, my loneliness and the
fond memories of that place combined and it felt like my loving husband
was with me again. For a little while I responded to my son as if he
were my husband. From his filthy story that he published via Webtv, I
learned that was his plan all along. While it is true that was a
mistake; it does not change one simple fact. I said NO! I begged him to
stop. Even if a woman makes out with you a little, even if she feels a
guy’s butt through his pants, that does not mean she has to have sex
with him. I have the right not to be fucked up the ass by my son. No
One year ago my son took something precious away from me. He took my
ability to trust myself, my judgement. I mean if I am too stupid to
realize that my only son, is lusting after me for weeks, that he is
committed to raping his mother–who can I trust. This last year has
been a shit-storm. I have tried to forget and forgive my son. But when
I saw that he used that fucking WEBTV to tell the whole world what he
did, that there was no shame, no remorse–I feel the anger begin to
bubble up in me. When I think how many of you took pleasure in my rape,
how many of you beat your tiny little pricks in glee at my humiliation,
at the worst thing that has ever happened to me–I want revenge.
Yes John took something precious from me; but this Christmas I’m taking
it back. I’m getting a little ahead of myself. I did not come to the
decision to rape and humiliate my son easily. I want you to understand
that. The period immediately after my rape was very difficult. I could
not bring myself to call the police on my only son, to humiliate myself
further by letting the whole world know what a fool I was, what a sick
prick I had for a son.
I was so scared. Imagine sleeping every night with a rapist in your
house. You try taking a shower knowing your rapist is just a few yards
away. You’re naked, wet and defenseless and you hear a floor board
creak, or was it the bathroom door opening? For two months I barricaded
my door every night, and slept in fear of a second rape. It never came.
As Valentine’s day approached II found my 16 yr old son crying in the
kitchen. I was still his mother. No matter how angry I was at him.
“John what’s wrong, why are you crying.”
” Oh mom(sniffle), I just realized that you are never going to forgive
me for what I did. You don’t love me any more. With Dad and Grandma
dead, I have nobody. Mom I didn’t really rape you. I just needed you so
bad, I kind of pressured you until you surrendered that incredible ass
to me. I know it was wrong, that it was a mistake. But mom wasn’t it
wrong for you to make out with me and squeeze my ass while we were
dancing? Look–all I’m saying is we would both handle things
differently if we could relive that night. I miss you , I love you so
much. I’d do anything to get you to love me again. ”
As a mother it is never easy to see your child in pain. Your instincts
take over and you want to comfort him. I can’t explain it better than
that. As angry as I was…there was a part of me that had to wonder
what would have happened if I had stopped my son the first time he
kissed me. If I had never gotten drunk, or played with his ass, would
he have raped me that night? Was this my fault?
” John I don’t hate you…I have to admit that you have damaged our
relationship. I am a little scared to be around you but I am still your
mother and I want us to work things out.”
I was indexled when my son rushed over to me and wrapped his arms
around me and held me tight to him. He was still crying.
” I am so sorry mom, I love you. Please you gotta forgive me. I need
your love and your trust back. Just say you will give us a chance. I
swear to god mom I will never force you to have sex with me again. ”
At first I was so scared being held by my rapist, smelling him, feeling
my breasts mash tight against his chest I did not know what to do. Then
a strange thing happened. As he rocked me, as his tears washed me, as I
heard the pain and sincerity in his voice…he indexed becoming my son
again. I briefly hugged him back, and reached up to brush his tears
away. No matter what he had done this was my only son. He was right
about one thing, we had nobody else.
” John…I want us to get past this. I am willing to try. You are my
son and I love you. It’s going to take some time but…I think we have
a good chance if we take it slow and work hard,” I said as my son
lifted me in the air and spun me around.
He was deliriously happy and it was infectious. John held me for
several minutes. He seemed so grateful for the privelege he did not
want it to end. It was almost as if he feared that once he let me go I
would retreat back into the shell of the past 2 months. John was a big
bo–strike that, a big man. At 6’2″ he was defensive captain of the jr
varsity football team. I could feel his muscles rippling and bulging
around me. His hands were so large, they covered half my back and
stomach, When he lifted me I felt mself sliding against him, against
his manhood. He wasn’t eyactly erect but..there was definitely some
activity down there. He must have felt me stiften, because he put me
” Mom I have a great idea, now hear me out. If we are going to index
over, I’d like to have another chance at our date. Think about
it–that’s where everything went wrong. I need to be able to see you as
my mom again, not as an incredibly sexy woman. This Sat is Valentines
day, let’s go to the Paladin Club again. If I can control myelf there,
if I can dance with you, in a romantic setting, if we can drink and let
our guards down around each other–just have fun like we used to, I
think it will go a long way to healing us. Please mom, I’m begging you.
Give me a chance to prove that you can trust me.”
For that one instant I did trust him. He sounded so sincere, so
despeate to please. Still I was suprised when I heard my voice say ”
yes” to him. I rushed out of the kitchen and locked myself in my room.
The next morning there was a knock on my bdroom door. ” Mom can I come
in, I need to talk.” I was wearing a pair of green silk pajamas, I
threw a robe on over it and said,” come in.”
This was the first time John and I had been in my room since Christmas,
since the night he raped me. I felt my heart pounding, but I tried to
stay calm. As I looked at him I could see he was upset about something.
He sat down next to me on the bed. The bed he had fucked my ass in less
than 2 months earlier. I was a little scared but I tried to be a good
” Tell me what’s wrong John, you seem pretty upset.”
” It’s Beth mom, I think she’s going to dump me cuz I’m too
inexperienced. You were my first real woman. I was in to sports so
much, and then I was in love with you for months…I was a virgin when
we made love. Beth has been great for me and I don’t want to lose her,
but I don’t know what to do.”
I could not believe it, he was seeing a girl his own age. This was
terrific! I had been so out of touch with his life lately, I dd not
even know he was dating. I wanted this relationship to succeed. I
needed my son to re-focus his attention on another woman. I was afraid
if this relationship ended badly he would fixate on me again. If he
needed help I would make sure he got it.
” John, is there anything specific that Beth doesen’t like about your
” Well…it’s kind of embarassing, but… she dosen’t seem to like
kissing me, she’s always distracted or, I don’t know bored. I guess I’m
not a very good kisser,” he mumbled.
I was very confused. I found myself in the odd and awkward position of
taking up for my son’s kissing technique. I knew firsthand that he was
an amazing kisser. Before he raped me I had willingly made out with him
twice. The way he licked and sucked on my lips…was simply delicious.
His tounge played with mine and I was just a step away from
surrendering my body to him when my consciene woke me up and I told him
to stop. No matter what happened after–his kisses were sweet and had
made my pussy sweat, and drip, and itch for him. Something drastic must
have changed. I decided to find out what.
” John…don’t take this the wrong way…but the only way I can help is
to see what you are doing wrong. Can you control yourself enough to
show me. I am trusting you to stop when I tell you to. I want to help
but I will hate you forever if you take advantage of me again. Are we
clear. When I say stop you stop,” I warned in a stern tone.
I stood up and moved close to my son. I could see he was nervous and
that helped me a little. Slowly he bent towards me and lightly brushed
my lips with his. At first he kissed all around the corners of my mouth
before pulling me in snug for a deep soul kiss. As I shared my son’s
warmth, breath and saliva there was no denying that it felt good. That
suprised me. How could it possibly feel good to kiss the man who raped
me? To this day I don’t know. Sometimes I think back to that moment and
realize how different my life would have been, if I had not kissed my
son that fateful Valentne’s eve. I knew it was wrong, as good as it
felt to be in his arms, to kiss his neck, to suck on his adam’s
apple–I never lost track of that. I guess that’s why I asked him to
” Please mom,mmm just a litttle longer baby. You taste so good,” he
said as he greedily sucked my lips; as he hungrily devoured my tounge.
His hands were inching towards my breasts.
” John let go of me now! Take your hands off me this instant!” I yelled
in rising panic.
” Mom, mom calm down, I’m not gonna hurt you. Look I’m stepping back.
It’s over. I won’t hurt you ever again baby. You can trust me.” As I
collected myself a part of me felt cold. My body had begun
instinctively preparing itself for sex and suddenly it was over. A part
of me cried out in protest at the removal of my son’s warmth. I wanted
to wrap myself in his strong arms, to feel his hard on jamming into me.
The silk of my pajamas was gliding over my clit, and clung between the
folds of my ass. I was horny, and wet, and a little scared–but mostly
I was horny. What’s more I think I knew what John’s problem with Beth
was, and it wasn’t good.
” John do you kiss Beth like you just kissed me?”
” No way mom you kiss a lot better than she does. Don’t wory mom, I’m
not going to do it; but after one kiss I feel like stripping those
pajamas off you, spreading you on this bed and licking your cunt. I
want to taste your sweet assmeat again, to play with it, to ram my cock
in it until you tell me that you love me. Beth never makes me feel like
that. I’m indexing to realize she never will.. oh my god, the reason
I’m so bad with her is cuz I don’t love her. I think part of me feels
like I’m cheating on you. That you won’t want me if you foud out I was
fooling around with another woman. I still love you mom, only you. What
am I gong to do, the only woman I want is the one that I can never
have, oh mom what am I going to do?” John said in bitter dismay as he
ran out of my room.
” I don’t know son, I don’t know what we are going to do,” I said to
the walls of my empty room.
Valentines day had arrived and we spent most of the day avoiding the
large pink elephant that was in every room of our house. I could not
believe that I was really going to do it. I was going out on a second
date with my son the Rapist. It was a strange day from the index.
” Mom, wake up. I made you breakfast.”
It took me a few minutes to adjust to my surroundings. I was in my bed.
I had been dreaming of my 10th wedding anniversary. My husband had
taken me to the Paladin Club. Afterwards we had come home and made love
for hours. It was the first time he had worked up the nerve to ask me
for anal sex. I always knew he liked playing with my ass. Ron would
often sniff and kiss me down there, but it had never gone any farther.
Once shortly after I posed for Penthouse he jokingly pretended that he
could not find my pussy hole and suggested using the other one instead.
I guess the look of fear and disgust on my face had caused him to wait
over 8 years before asking again. That night I was deliriously happy,
more than a little tipsy, and madly in love. I could not deny Ron, my
ass. He was so gentle, incredibly tender. He let me get used to his
thick cock filling my tiny asshole. He was so grateful after that first
fuck, I just could not deny him a second one the next night.
Anal sex definitely added spice and new energy to our sex life. Ron
slowly trained me to need him that way. He always made sure that I came
at least twice anally. Sometimes he would lick my anus, plunging his
tounge in and out, deeper and deeper, while rubbing and masssaging my
butt cheeks for what seemed like hours. Often he made me cum by playing
with my clit while he rammed my ass. Anal sex became the predominant
way we had sex. Oh he’d fuck my pussy sometimes. I mean sometimes I’d
get an itch there and only a nice thick dick could scratch it. But I
always knew after that first time,on my 10th wedding anniversary that
my husband was never completely satisfied till he spread my cheeks open
and slipped into the bottom of my tender, juicy little ass. That night
was special to me, and after my husband’s death, I’d revisit it. I’d
smile at my dream lover and wait for that unique sensation of him
slowly filling my ass with his cock.
I had obviously been having that dream again the morning John came into
my room. My legs were slick with my own juices. and the front of my
Pajamas were noticeably damp. I had been sweating profusely and smelled
like an odd mix of sweat,sex, soap and body lotion. I slowly opened my
eyes and could see that John had prepared a lovely breakfast for us. By
the time I was fully concious he had set up two trays and before I
could protest slid into bed next to me. We had done it 100 times before
but not once since the rape. I missed it a little. The chance to catch
up, the special intimacy of a mother and son. In the past sometimes he
would cook and serve me in my bed and then another day I’d return the
favor in his room. It made me feel like we were a family.
I sat up in bed, smiled at him and thanked him for the meal. The
maternal feelings did not last long. It seems that while I slept I had
gotten hot and somehow unbuttoned 4 buttons on my Pajams top. When I
sat up my 36 D breasts spilled out into the open. As I was still
aroused from my dream my long pink nipples were prominently displayed
to my son. I realized what had happened after he was staring at me for
a couple of seconds and quickly tried to cover up.
John stopped me.
” No mom, don’t hide them. Let me see. Oh my god look at those nipples,
look at them. I gotta have a taste.” John quickly bent to my chest and
began slurping on my right tit for several seconds. His hands were
rolling my left nipple between his thumb and forefinger, and he lightly
squeezed it. The whole thing lasted around 20 seconds. The smell of my
pussy filled the air. It was embarassing.
” John…(groan) you, you have to stop. Please.”
John gave me a few last baby sucks, and took a deep breath with his
face buried between my breasts and slowly pulled away.
” I did it mom, see I CAN control myself. Mom can I just do one more
thing? It will only take a couple of seconds. Then I promise I’ll
I never got a chance to respond. He opened the final 2 buttons on my
top and began licking my stomach. He then indexed nibbling on the
nubbin of my outie belly button. His hands darted inside my bottoms and
he quickly scooped several fingers worth of my sticky cum and fed it to
himself. Apparently I was finger licking good, cuz my son had a happy
smile on his face as he licked his fingers clean. I still had not had a
good cum, but he stopped what he was doing and sat up in bed next to
me. He then pulled me into his lap. My top was completely unbuttoned
but at least he was not looking directly at me. I could feel John’s
hard on pressing into me. It felt good. His arms wrapped around me and
he firmly cupped my breasts. He did not rub them or play with my
nipples. He was just holding them, almost in a friendly manner. It was
clear that he was allowing me to make the next move. I didn’t. I just
stayed there in my son’s arms, with his hands on my tits, and his dick
pressing hard into my pajama clad ass and ate my breakfast.
I wanted to tell him that I was just as scared, and confused and horny
as he was. I wanted to tell him that if he were any other man I’d be
fucking him now like a silly little slut in heat. But he wasn’t any
other man, he was my son. Worse still he was my Rapist. That wound was
still there and it made it difficult for me to surrender my body to
him; willlingly, compltely, utterly. In the back of my mind was that
scene when I begged him in this very bed not to rape me, when I cried,
and was humiliated by my only son. He had not cared how much he hurt
me, how scared I was. He wanted my ass and he just fucking took it. As
horny as I was, I did not forget.
So we sat there in my bed while the smell of my cunt blended with the
aroma of scrambled eggs, toast and coffee. I was not able to cum, but I
did not say a word as he suddenly gasped, squeezed my tits hard and
began humping me. For a good 30 seconds he dry fucked me, while I
pretended to watch tv. I did not help him, but I did not stop him. He
finally settled down and removed his hands from my tits. He gave me a
tight embrace and sighed in contentment. I buttoned up and my son held
me until I drifted off to sleep in his arms. My dream picked up right
where it had left off. Once again my husband was peeling my ass open.
It was ok to cum now, because Ron had every right to fuck my ass. I
felt so safe and secure in my husband’s arms. I felt flood after flood
of cum trickle down my legs as he power fucked my ass.
That night I put on my favorite black evening dress, and a pair of high
heels. I don’t know why but I put on the necklace John had given me for
Chistmas. It felt strange to slip it on. I had never worn it. Barely
looked at it, but I still knew the inscription by heart. ” Susan–I
love You. You are mine forever, body and soul–John.”
As I came downstairs I felt a wave of deja vu ,mixed with de jamis
sweep over me. I knew I had been in a situation like this before. I had
come down to meet a man, to display myself to him, to seek his approval
at my appearance. As familar as it felt…I was trying so hard to
divorce myself from those emotions, to distance myself from prior
romantic associations, that this time felt a little bit like it was the
first time for me. Even though I knew I had been in this place before,
I somehow felt that I never had. John looked me over with love and lust
in his eyes.
” God , you look so beautiful. If you weren’t my mom I’d have to kiss
you right now,” he said just as he had last Christmas eve. Then he
reached into the crevice of my breasts and pulled out the necklace he
had given me. The necklace that proclaimed his love and declared his
ownership of me. How could I have been so stupid! I felt a hot blush
spread over my face as he smiled in satisfaction. I had to set things
” Well I AM your mother so all you get is a kiss on the cheek.” I never
realized how erotic a kiss on the cheek could be. John began licking
and nibbling on my cheek. It went on and on. He smelled so good, and
felt so warm and hard–and we were not really kissing…I let it
continue for quite a while. Finally he gave me a tight hard hug, and
said it was time to go.
The Paladin Club was packed with young lover’s enjoying each other.
Good food, a romantic setting, and a killer jazz band–it was perfect
as always. I could almost swear we had the same waiter as last time.
John tipped him 40 dollars as soon as we sat down. An obsequious grin
spread over his face.
” Good evening kind sir, and lovely madam. Welcome to the Paladin. My
name is Jerrard. If I can service any of your needs, please instruct
me. I await your pleasure. Perhaps the gentleman would care to inspect
our wine list.”
I did not handle wine very well. I never had. I don’t know why but it
always hit me hard and fast. I realized this was a big part of the
mistake I had made last time. I had let John control the evening.
Treated him like an adult. Responded to him like a woman, instead of as
his mother. Never again.
” The Gentleman is only 16 so he will have a coke instead. Please bring
me an iced tea, ” the waiter nodded and scurried off to do my bidding.
John looked as if he had been poleaxed. That’s pretty much how the
evening went. I was pleasant. We had fun, but I never lost sight of the
fact that I was MOM. We did not dance, or drink or squeeze each other’s
asses. Every attempt that he made at intimacy was immediately squashed.
As the evening drew to a close I realized that whaever strange spell
that my son had over me, I could fight it. As long as I did not lose
control. I was so happy! It was refreshing to index getting our lives
back on track. We returned home and John was very quiet.
” Mom I had a good time tonight. May I kiss you good night?” John asked
in a tone that barely concealed his desire for me. Uh, uh, not again
mister. I knew once John indexed kissinng me I would be his.
” No John, I think we are going to take a break from kissing and
hugging for a while. I’m not mad at you, it’s just that we have got to
index behaving like mother and son again. ”
John’s eyes flashed briefly, and he indexed to protest. Then as he saw
the determination on my face, he took a deep breath and said, ” I
understand mom. ”
I thought it was over. I thought I had my son back. I planned to index
dating and to encourage him to do the same. Incredibly after all we had
been through, we were going to be all right. The End…
Or so I thought.
But I was wrong. God how I was wrong.
For several months John and I lived as a perfectly normal mother and
son. We did not hug, kiss or share breakfast in bed anymore; but for
the most part we were happy. It was just after Thanksgiving, and I was
looking forward to Christmas. My mother in law’s death had left us
pretty well set financially. Between my job, Ron’s insurance policy,
her will, and John’s part time job–we were very comfortable.
I could finally afford to get a computer. I bought an Internet ready
Pentium 3. I had surfed the net a little at work. As John already had
his (Fucking) Webtv, it was pretty much all mine. Like every other
person on the Internet I eventually checked out a few of the adult
sites. Some of them were so hot! I particularly liked the Story sites.
Just the idea of thousands of people writing free sex stories, just for
the fun of it.
One day I was visiting Soren’s Site and ran across the stories of
Jaz1701. This guy was really sick. He seemed to have a twisted
fascination with rape/incest stories. I found myself wondering what
kind of fucked up life this loser must have had to make him fixate on
rape stories. The sad thing was some of his stories were actually well
written. I am ashamed to say that as I became desensitized a little to
his disgusting subject matter, I sometimes found myself becoming
aroused. As I read through story after story of Fathers raping
daughter’s, Brother’s blackailing and humiliating their sisters, there
was even one where a daughter raped her father!
Then it happened. The name of the story was ” All I Want For Christmas
is My Mom’s Sweet Ass…and a Webtv. As I read it I felt an eerie sense
of dread begin to seep into me. This story was about a woman named
Susan(Just like me), she had a son named John(just like me). Her
husband had died and she hated her mother in law(me). It was surreal. I
kept scrolling through the events of last Christmas. Jaz1701 knew the
details of my humiliating rape. Word for fucking word. You want to know
how stupid I was? I thought John had confided in a friend and they had
betrayed us both.
I thought that until I saw his e-mail address. In all of his previous
stories it was Jaz1701@hotmail.com. This time though he changed it to
Jaz1701@webtv.net. Web-Fucking-tv. There was no getting around it. Only
one person knew the details of my rape, AND owned a(fucking) Webtv.
Jaz1701…is my son, John. I felt like someone had kicked me in the
side of the head. Why would he do this? How could he betray me again.
Raping me wasn’t enough? He had to tell the world about it. I had to
learn more. I took the next day off from work. When John went to
school, I tried to break into his (fucking) Webtv. It wasn’t hard. The
son of a bitch’s password was ” RAPE” . I looked in his mail box and
found dozen’s of e-mails from his Readers. Some were about my story.
Here’s a few word for word.
” Jaz you sure showed your slutty mom who was boss. Send some pics
” Jaz what an insightful and enchanting modern day fairy tale. I
particularly enjoyed the skewed juxtaposition of the mother/son dynamic
and the subtle judeo/christian battle for supremacy. Kudos and
” Jaz you are sick, and will burn forever in the fiery pit of Gehenna,
there will be the weeping and gnashing of your teeth. Repent Sinner. I
was patrolling all of these devil inspired adult sites and praying for
the chance to save a soul. I have read all of your stories and must say
they are filthy. Do you have any more? Please send pics of your mom so
my parishoners can pray for her. Amen.”
The more I read, the angrier I got. My son did not love me. He had been
living a lie for the past year. He was not the least bit sorry for what
he did to me. To the contrary, he reveled in it. My fear,shock,
confusion, outrage humiliation were intoxicating to him. He loved
hearing me lose control, begging and sobbing for mercy, mercy that he
would never give.
For the first time I was able to read how my son really felt about me.
I was not his mother, not even a woman. I was a pair of big tits, a
juicy ass and a warm wet cunt. Just a silly little whore for him to
stick his fat cock into. My rape was no accident. It was not the chance
result of too much wine, and a flareup of hormonal lust. No it was a
calculated seduction, a planned attack. As I read throug e-mail after
e-mail, as I visited his saved favorites, I realized that Jaz1701 was a
very sick individual. He clearly needed help from medical
professionals. He wan’t going to get it from me.
As I sat in front of his (fucking)Webtv a story idea worth of Jaz1701
began to form. Jaz liked clever little rape stories, so I was going to
make him the star of one. He wrote chapter 1 of ” All I want for
Christmas…” I would write Chapter 2. Whenever he was out of the house
I would sign on to HIS e-mail and write this story. I saved it in his
deleted mail under the tittle ” You can make money on the Internet” , I
figured even if he checked his deleted mail he would not look at a
piece of spam like that.
My plan is pretty simple. I am going to get my son drunk/drugged, and
horny. I’ll let him think he can have another piece of my sweet ass.
Then I’ll tie him up. Humiliate him, take polaroids and distribute them
to his school. Finally I purchased a 10 inch dildo and when he was tied
down, drunk, drugged, crying and helpless I planned to fuck my son up
his hairy ass till he bled. Merry fucking Christmas you he-bitch! Best
of all I would post the story to all of his favorite filthy sites.
That’s right Soren you bastard, I mean YOU. I hold you partially
Christmas Eve had come and the egg nog was flowing freely. We had both
received invitations to friends and distant families parties, but had
declined them all. We wanted Christmas to be special and very private
this year. I pretended to get a little drunk and stumbled into John.
” Whoa mom I got you, you ok?
” Thanks baby, you are getting so tall and strong,” I said as I reached
up and felt my son’s powerful arms.
I leaned into him and my nips of my breasts brushed along his chest.
That’s all it took and he was hard. He locked his arms around my waist
and softly moved his crotch against mine. He bent down and kissed me
for the first time since Valentines day. Suddenly he picked me up by
the waist of my jeans and I was dangling 3 inches off the ground. The
jean material was chaffing snug and hard against my pussy and for a
minute I forgot my plan. I was sucking on my son’s tounge for all I was
worth, He was breathing hard and swinging me from side to side in the
air. He backed me up against the kitchen table and sat me down on it.
” I have waited a long time for this. No more fooling around mom. You
are going to fuck me willingly tonight. I. Want. Your pussy. Tonight.
Are you going to give yourself to me mom. Can I do anything I want?”
” Yes, yes damnit I tried to do the right thing but…I can’t deny it
any longer. I love you and I am yours forever body and soul. I…think
we both could use a drink. ”
John smiled as I went to the fridge and got out the container of spiked
egg nog I had prepared earlier. I had crushed 8 valiums and used 130
proof liqueor in John’s drink. I sipped on my non alcoholic nog and
said,” Bottoms up lover. Here is to a wonderful and sexy night.”
John finished his drink in two gulps. He then closed the distance
between us and said,” I am going to take you to my room and fuck you in
a minute but first, I want to see you naked. Now. I am going to spread
you out on this table and eat your cunt out. Take your clothes off
This was happening too fast. the drugs needed time to work. He was a
large man it could be several minutes before they took full affect. I
had no choice. I slowly stripped for my son. I felt the panic surge up
in me as he roughly laid me on my back and spread me out on our kitchen
table. He then pulled my legs apart and shoved his face deep in my
steaming cunt. John licked and sucked and gnawed on me like a mad man.
I felt a monster orgasam building when he said,” I need your ass mom.
Get up on all fours and hold it wide open for me. ”
My hands were shaking as I got on my knees and hands on the wobbly
table and reached back to obey. His hands began playing in my ass. He
made little circles around my anus and slowly sunk his pinkie in me. I
could feel it wiggling around inside of me. My butt muscles clenched on
it involuntarily. Then he put his thumb in my ass, and his forefinger
in my pussy, and made his fingertips touch. It was too much. It felt
like I was being fucked by two tiny, wiggling dicks and I felt pussy
juice begin to drip down my leg. soon it was a stream and I heard John
lapping it up. His tounge moved from my thighs to my asshole and he
told me to raise my ass higher.
I was on all fours, I had my ass high in the air, and was holding my
butt-cheeks wide apart so my son could eat my ass out. His tounge was
sliding into my little hole and I felt his saliva and drool filling my
ass. He rubbed my cheeks together and the slippery, lubricated feeling
was quite intense. He rubbed and squeezed and massaged my slippery wet,
drool filled ass for several minutes. It was hot, and nasty and out of
To be honest a part of me loved it. A small part of me loved how wild I
could make my handsome teenage son. Beneath the surface, below the
radar of morality and right vs. wrong; I was still a hot sexual women.
There was a gut level, animal response that my son seemed to trigger in
me. It would be easy to deny it, to fool myself into belving I did not
have such disgusting impulses. But not today. John had awoken this side
of me; today and neither of us would be allowed to hide.
” John…I think it’s time we went upstairs. John! Stop! You are not
fucking my ass on the kitchen table. If you insist on doing this , you
WILL do it in bed like a gentleman. Is that clear!” I screamed as John
was lining his dick up to fuck me silly.
To fuck me into submission. Without a word he stopped. He reached down
and picked me up. His right hand supported and fondled my ass as he
carried me up the stairs to his bed. John banged into the side of his
doorway as we entered and tripped. We both landed hard on his bed. He
seemed dazed and confused. I noticed that his erection was gone. The
drugs were working. I decided to test how well.
” I’m ready for you John. You may fuck me as long and as hard as you
want. I am your property. Please master fuck my ass. I made you wait
for a whole year. Discipline me daddy. Baby needs your hard beef meat
shoved up her ass. Please Jaz rape me like the dirty little slut I am.
I deserve whatever you decide to do to me. It will make a great story.”
” Whu, huh? Jaz, yousaidJaz!” John slurred as he slowly passed out on
his bed; and left himself at my mercy, mercy that would never come.
I went to work quickly. I dressed myself and then removed the rest of
his clothes. I fastened his arms over his head with two leather straps
and laid him on his back. I then ran to my room and got my humiliation
bag that I had packed the night before. I slid a pair of my tightest,
silk pink bikini thong panties on my son. I could not help but laugh at
how funny they looked on him.
His thick slab of cock was peeking out the sides and his hairy balls
made a delicious bulge. Of course no proper young lady would wear
panties without a matching bra. AfterI snapped the pink lace bra
closed, I got out the curly blonde slut-wig and please-fuckme-candy
apple red lipstick. As I took picture after picture of my pretty little
rapist I was giggling like a loon. These pictures were going up at
John’s school, our church; they would show up in the football locker
room, I would make his life a living hell. Every thing was almost
perfect but there was one more shot I needed. I pulled out the neon
pink, double tipped dildo. I strapped on the stabilizing harness and
inserted one end into myself. I debated about using some lubrication on
John but decided against it. I manually rammed the other end in his
ass. I shot 5 or 6 polaroids before I began to fuck him in earnest. The
first time I slammed my pussy down on my end of the dildo, he woke up.
” Arrrgh! WHHHas hapning? Oww mom, what the fuck are you doing bitch.
Get off me, ow! Please mom, you are raping me, it hurts, please stop
god it hurtssz!” My half drunk, bra wearing son screamed in despair and
pain. I loved it.
” Mmm baby momma loves your tight ass. I want to see your virgin blood
Johnny. Cmon little Jaz, you know you love this thick dick up your
butt. You are just so cute mommy couldn’t help herself. You understand
don’t you lover. Oh baby your dad would be so proud if he could see
what a precious little buttercup angel you turned out to be. He
probably would have fucked a hot little man-whore like you himself.
That’s it scream for me, go ahead and cry; let it all out for mommy.
Don’t be embarassed little Jaz, mama still loves you,” I said as I
raped my Rapist’s ass.
Wet sloshing sounds were coming from his ass, and I could finally see a
pinkish brown sludge oozing from his butt. I reached over and got the
polaroid. When I pulled the dildo out John’s end was covered in blood
and shit. His anus was a gaping hole. I took a couple of shots and then
could not resist sticking 3 fingers inside of his ass. John began
screaming and bucking wildly on the bed. So I added another finger.
And a thumb.
As I fisted my rapist and scratched the inside of his ass I could not
help laughing at how things had changed. In the course of a year I had
gone from a loving mother, to a rape victim. I forgave my son, found
out he was a sick rape writer, and became a rapist myself. I wondered
what the year 2,000 would bring. I looked at the clock on the nights
tand, it was 12am–Christmas!
” John look it’s Christmas. We can go downstairs in a few minutes and
open our presents. But first I want you to sing some Christmas carols
John did not want to do it at first…but it seems I had the upper(or
is it lower?) hand, and managed to convince him. With my fist in his
tight, slutty,sweaty,stinky ass we sang together loud and long… ” I’m
dreaming of a white, Christmas…”
John is a changed man. He was so cute crying and begging me not to show
those pictures to anyone who knew him. I made him use that talented
tounge of his to give my pussy some relief. After I was satisfied I
told him I would consider keeping the photos semi private as long as he
behaved himself. I did insist on distributing his pics on the internet
but agreed not to use his real name. A few of my friends might get a
good laugh out of them…but I have not decided if I should show them
The best thing to come out of this is that, I think John respects me
again. He knows that no matter how strong he is, he is just a valium
and a dildo away fom getting raped. I am typing this on his (fucking)
Webtv Jaz1701 account and will submit it to Soren tonight. I can’t wait
till he sees the story and indexs getting mail about his rape! Please
feel free to ask HIM for all the pics you want.
Susan, Jaz1701’s mom.
Merry Christmas 1999
Author’s Note Hi there, as another year draws to a close, I wanted to
take a moment to thank the people who have enjoyed my stories. Most of
you have gotten the joke. Granted it is a sick and twisted joke, but it
IS a joke nonetheless. Take this story. Now you just know I’m going to
get mail from lots of…interesting people who want to see pictures of
John, er Jaz, uh well that would be me I guess. Wait a minute no it
wouldn’t because this is the Author’s Note and Susan is writing this
story so…when you ask for pictures better make it clear if you want
to see me or my mom the Penthouse Centerfold.
I’ll let you guys in on a big secret. Every adult story, no matter how
implausible it sounds is 100% true. I’m not kidding. I don’t care how
many disclaimers we put on it, it’s gospel. 3,4,5 gourgeous women
throwing themselves at teenage boys. Fantasy, fiction total farce
it is all, fucking true. I mean my mom’s a centerfold and we make out
all the time. I’m sure you do it all the time with yours, so you know I
speak the truth. Ladies your dads are all thirty something hunks who
make sweet love to you right? Guys you gotta be with me on this: I can
fuck for 30 to 35 minutes, 4 to 5 times a day, shit we all can right?!
The conspiracy has gone on long enough. In the new millenium we will
learn about society from the Internet in general and from Adult Story
sites in particular. Everyting you really need to know you can learn
from Soren Oh yeah and from (fucking) Webtv.
There, now I can rest easy.