My Rapist
     This story is © 2003 by Andrew Wiggin and is not to be
reprinted without the expressed written consent of the
author.  It contains sexual situations that are to be read
by readers above the legal age of consent.

Chapter 1
                              
     My husband and I have made a fairly good life for
ourselves.  We’ve worked hard, saved as much as we could,
and lived within our means.  Both of us are professionals,
so our combined incomes add up to a tidy sum.  After ten
years of marriage we managed to buy a house on the beach on
the Outer Banks.  Whenever we can we drop everything, even
if only for a weekend, and go to the beach.  It’s wonderful.
     We had our son Jason when we were still in college.
Pure luck, he was born in the middle of the summer, so I
didn’t even have to miss any classes.  I graduated on
schedule, with a ready-made family.  We’ve had a good life.
     Jason is now a sophomore in college.  That should make
us seem old, I guess, but I’m only 37 and don’t feel old.
In fact, I still look and feel pretty darn good, thank you
very much.
     As always, this summer has been a hodgepodge of trips
to the beach for a weekend or a week.  Because I’ve been in
the same job almost since college, I’ve built up quite a lot
of vacation time.  I always have two weeks more vacation
than Dan, my husband.  And I don’t feel a bit guilty about
taking that vacation at the beach, while he’s home working
his butt off.
      I just love the beach.  Our house isn’t spectacular;
just a two bedroom bungalow with a combined dining room-
kitchen and a den downstairs.  But we have a wonderful
enclosed porch that runs around the half of the house facing
the ocean. We can open it up when it’s nice, or keep the
screens closed if the bugs are biting.  We sit out with a
glass of wine, listen to the waves and watch the stars.  Did
I mention our house sits right on the beach?
     This year Jason stayed at the beach all summer and
worked as a lifeguard.   Towards the end of the summer Jason
invited his college roommate to visit him and spend the last
couple weeks of the summer there.  Jason would quit his job
a little early and they could spend the time together.
     I had met Tommy once or twice the previous year.  They
weren’t roommates then, but had become best friends as
freshmen and decided to room together as sophomores.  Tommy
was on the college swim team.  That’s how he met Jason.  We
met Tommy when we watched several of the swimming meets.
They aren’t competitors on the team, since Jason is a
sprinter and Tommy swims distance races.  They are both very
good, as far as I can tell.
     It happened that I planned to spend the second two
weeks in August at the beach house.  I needed to lie in the
sun and bake my tension away.  Dan couldn’t get away, so it
was just me and the two boys.  We led separate existences
there.  I lived my little life, bathing and sun-bathing,
sipping wine in the evenings, and enjoying the quiet.  Jason
and Tommy swam and surfed during the day and bar-hopped at
night.  They spent very little time at the beach house,
which was fine with me.  I was there to chill out.
     My one concession to being a mother during the vacation
was that I would make the boys breakfast if they were up
when I was making breakfast, and dinner if they were willing
to eat the healthy things that I preferred.
     One day late in the first week Jason was up early
enough that I was willing to make him breakfast before I
went for my jog on the beach.  I asked him what his plans
were for the day (not prying, I just was making polite
conversation).  He told me that they were going for a little
road trip to a beach further north and might not be back
till very late.
     That was fine with me.  Although we were studiously
avoiding each other in the interests of having our own
space, I still looked forward to having the house to myself
for the whole day.
     I jogged about five miles, then came home and changed
into my swim suit.  As I padded down the stairs of our porch
and strolled onto the beach, I could see that the trunk of
Jason’s car was open.  The boys must be getting ready to
leave, I thought.
     I lay on the beach for hours, it seemed.  Occasionally
when I was too warm I would wade into the water to cool off.
But then I’d be back on my towel, letting the sun just melt
that tension right out of my body.  I felt so relaxed and
peaceful.
     When the sun got high in the sky and the temperature
started to soar, I decided to call it a morning.  I went
back to the beach house.
     We have an outside shower so we can clean off before we
come into the house.  Ours is a very well enclosed shower,
so there is no fear that anyone on the beach or on the
street can see you.
     The only thing I don’t like about the beach is getting
sand in your swimsuit.  When it gets in the bottom of my
bikini, it’s so uncomfortable that when I’m through bathing
I am eager to get out of my suit.
      I took off my suit, and took a thoroughly enjoyable
shower under my house.  When all the salt and sand were off
of me, I wrapped myself in a towel and climbed up to the
porch and then into the house.  I felt so good.
      I threw the towel into the hamper we keep by the door
for just that purpose and strolled through the house in the
nude, which is my favorite way to be when I’m alone.  I
decided I had better get dressed, since I really couldn’t be
sure when the boys would be getting home.  I wouldn’t want
to shock my son, Jason.
     He might be most shocked that I have no pubic hair.  I
keep myself totally shaved.  Dan liked it that way nineteen
years ago, and I still like the way it feels when he licks
me there. And just knowing I’m shaved there still gives me a
bit of a thrill.  Anyway, this isn’t the kind of information
a son wants to find out about his mother.
     To Jason, I’ve always been this conservative swimming
mom type who tries never to embarrass him by being either
too sexy or too dowdy.  He wants to believe that of me, and
I’ve let him believe it.
     He’ll never know that his mother loves sex.  He’ll
never know that his mother has a rich fantasy life.
Sometimes she dreams of showing herself off to strange men;
even to strange women.  He’ll never know that his mother
masturbates almost every day of her life.
     They say that women are at their sexual peak at a
certain age – my age!  It’s one of God’s little jokes that
most men reach their sexual peak in their teens after which
they are on the slippery slope down to no peak at all.
     Unfortunately, Dan is like most men.  He’s content with
a once-a-week session of affectionate touching followed by
brief but frenzied lovemaking.  Just as I’m getting started,
Dan is starting to snore.
     I love him, and he’s a good lover, he just lacks a
little of his youthful stamina.  My life is good enough over-
all that I am more than willing to accept a less than
perfect sex life.  If I’m not getting enough from Dan, I
just finger myself to completion.  That‘s enough for me to
be happy.  Still, I have my little fantasies.  They’re what
fuel my rich masturbatory life.
     I was padding through the house totally naked.  Lying
on the beach in my bikini (even though it is a conservative
motherly bikini), always makes me feel a little sexy.  By
the time I was out of my suit, out of my shower, and walking
to the bedroom, the only thing on my mind was to lie in bed
and stick several fingers into my pussy, and just imagine
some of the men I see around the beach but this time without
their swim suits.
     The house was totally quiet.  I walked into my bedroom
eagerly anticipating a self-inflicted orgasm of the nastiest
kind.  What I saw stopped me in my tracks with my mouth and
my eyes wide open.
     Tommy was lying on my bed totally nude using a pair of
my panties wrapped around his organ to masturbate with.  He
was large.  I mean he was very large, especially when
compared to Dan (which is the only comparison I can make, to
be honest).  And he seemed to be on the verge of
ejaculating!
     When I saw him in that position I gasped.  That was the
first time Tommy was aware of my presence.  His eyes opened
and his head turned toward me.  He knew he had been caught!
     Then he saw me.  His eyes went to my breasts.  His
mouth opened in surprise, but I saw that his hand kept
rubbing his penis. Then he looked further down to see my
pussy.  He saw it was shaved!  His hand was pistoning his
cock, his eyes locked onto my cunt and he began to shoot
gobs of come, up into the air, then down onto his chest and
stomach.
     He was moaning and beating his cock and staring at my
pussy.  And I didn’t know what to do.   Was I supposed to be
angry?  I’m not his mother, and he’s an adult anyway.  He
can do whatever he wants.  Maybe he shouldn’t be on my bed.
Maybe he shouldn’t be using my panties.  MY PANTIES!?  Why
was he using my panties to masturbate with?
     My God!  It finally occurred to me that I was standing
in front of this boy totally naked.  He was finally over his
climax, but his eyes never left my body, and he continued to
massage his member.  It seemed to be somewhat softer, but
even then it was still bigger than my Dan’s when fully
inflated.
     I couldn’t help but look at it.  It was just so very
interesting.  Tommy had come to his senses enough to be
thoroughly embarrassed.  His face became beet red and he
grabbed a pillow and put it over his midsection.
     I was embarrassed, but mostly I was shocked.  I wasn’t
‘shocked, shocked’ like Claude Rains in Casablanca.  I was
really shocked.  Let’s put it in perspective.
     
        1.   I thought I was alone in the house.  I didn’t expect to
          see anyone, least of all a naked (and might I add gorgeous)
          man
2.   I had only seen one penis before in my life (in person)
not including my son’s which doesn’t count.
3.   I never saw a man masturbate.  Even Dan had never done
that in front of me.
4.   I never saw a man come before.
5.   No man except my husband had ever seen me naked.
6.   Although intellectually I knew that a man’s cock could
be large, the reality of the size, the enormity of presence
of a large cock had never hit me before I saw Tommy’s
monster.
        
It was the shock most of all that made me stand there and
stare as that young man abused himself in front of me.  And
yes, I suppose my nakedness may well have contributed to the
intensity of the boy’s orgasm.  At least I hope so.
     I knew that I was in the middle of a difficult
situation.  Was I supposed to run out of the room like an
immature teenager?  I saw no logic in that.   I reached into
my closet and grabbed a light robe and covered myself.
     Unlike all men, and like all women, I knew the only
thing to be done was to deal with the situation right now.
I could tell Tommy wanted nothing more than to run off to
his room and sink under his covers for the rest of his life.
I knew I had to try to lighten the blow of this public
humiliation.  After all, who was hurt?

“Tommy, I’m so sorry for walking in on you.  I wasn’t
sneaking up on you.  I didn’t even know you were home.  I
thought that you and Jason went on a road trip.”

     Tommy stared at the pillow sitting on top of that
monster cock.  He was too embarrassed to look at me.
     
      He said, “Jason wanted to spend the day with this girl
we met last night at a bar.  She lives in Duck.  I didn’t
see any reason I should go along.  I would have been in the
way.”
     
     I sat down on the bed beside him.  The robe I had
grabbed was short, only a few inches down my leg, and very
lightweight.  I had quickly and carelessly wrapped it around
myself, but when I sat on the bed I sensed the robe had
gapped a little, as I felt cool air playing on my breasts.
     I tried to tighten the robe up, to little effect.
Tommy was glancing from his pillow to my robe and back, as
if he couldn’t make up his mind where his eyes were supposed
to go.

     “Tommy, isn’t there some girl you’ve met while you were
here that you could spend some time with?  I know how boys
your age are, and when you are vacationing at the beach, you
should be blowing off steam in all kinds of ways. “
     
     Tommy obviously was reluctant to talk about it.  But he
got a resolved look on his face and said “there aren’t any
girls I’ve been interested in since I came down.”

     I looked skeptical, I must say. “Come now, Tommy.  I’m
pretty sure that you are straight, and you are a young man
just like most others, I would suppose.  And I don’t want to
be indelicate, but weren’t you just in the throws of a most
impressive self inflicted orgasm?  You should be with a
girl, not by yourself.  And this town is full of attractive
girls wearing string bikinis and searching for exactly the
same thing that you and Jason are searching for.  I refuse
to believe that you would prefer to be by yourself rather
than with one of those lovely young things that run around
the beach and make me feel inadequate.”
     
     Tommy looked at me, right in the eye, for the first
time since he had regained control of his senses.  He sat up
in the bed.  This was a minor disaster, since his juices
that had been puddled on his stomach started running down
his front.  I instinctively grabbed a Kleenex from my
nightstand and cleaned it off for him.  I don’t know why I
did it.  Just being a mother again, I suppose.
      But I got the impression that Tommy looked at the
action as a distinctly sexual act.  He shuddered as my hand
cleaned the lower reaches of his stomach.  If he wasn’t
holding the pillow on himself, I realized that I would be
touching his penis.  I threw the Kleenex into the trash can
by the bed.  Tommy seemed to gain resolve by that simple
action.

     “Mrs. Holden, I’m not interested in those shallow bimbo
types, even if Jason is.  I need someone with a mind.”

     I wasn’t buying that.  “I’m sure lots of these girls
have good minds as well as beautiful bodies, Tommy.  Don’t
prejudge a person by the way she looks.  You should know
that.”
     
     I could see that Tommy was still embarrassed and
uncomfortable.  I decided to let him off of the hook.  I
stood up, again tightened my robe, and said “I just don’t
want you to be upset about me catching you here.  I’m not
angry, so you shouldn’t be embarrassed.”

     Tommy must have decided that he couldn’t be more
embarrassed than he already was, so he let out all of the
stops.  “Mrs. Holden, I’m just not interested in other girls
when I’m around you.”

     I felt a white-hot flash of embarrassment myself.
“What’s that supposed to mean?” I asked.

     “You are so smart and funny and beautiful and sexy.
Ever since I met you I just can’t get you off of my mind.
When Jason invited me down here and told me it would just be
the three of us, I jumped at the chance to come.  Other
girls can’t measure up to you, Mrs. Holden.”

     This conversation had not gone in the direction I
expected when I sat down to talk with Tommy.  I thought I
was the nice best-friend’s mom who could offer some mature
words of advice to a boy who had made a bit of a fool of
himself in front of me.  The conversation was supposed to be
about him, not about me.

     I said, “That’s very flattering, Thomas, but please!
I’m sure that you know as well as I do that I’m old enough
to be your mother.  I’m not falling for your ‘suck up to the
old lady’ routine.”

      Those words sound rather harsh, but I don’t think they
came out quite as forcefully as I intended.  Tommy sat up in
bed so that he was reclining on his elbows.  In doing so the
pillow fell off of his midsection and I was again confronted
with his oversized member.
     I felt sure that he had exposed himself to me on
purpose.  But he seemed oblivious to it, so I didn’t think I
should draw attention to the fact that he was totally
exposed to me.  It would be like I was fixated on his penis
or afraid of it or something.  So I didn’t say anything,
even though I was fixated on his penis or afraid of it or
something.
     I noticed that as I looked at it, it seemed to be
growing larger.  I pulled my eyes away from his rising
erection and found myself looking directly into Tommy’s dark
brown eyes.  Before he was shy and embarrassed; now he
seemed more confident, more sure of himself.  I seemed to be
losing control of this situation, but I just didn’t know how
it happened or how to regain control.

     “Mrs. Holden, you’re the hottest female on the beach.
Every one of Jason’s friends has voted you the older woman
they would most like to fuck.”
     
     Well I’ve heard teenage bravado before but this was too
much.  I was really rather angry.  At least I should have
been, shouldn’t I?
     
       I said “That’s enough, Thomas.  This is not proper
talk between a guest and his friend’s mother.  Let’s just
end this conversation now and pretend none of this ever
happened.”

     Tommy stood up.  He was standing beside me, a good six
inches taller than I am.  His long, slender swimmer’s
muscles made him seem sleek and chiseled.  I moved to get
out of his way, assuming he was leaving the bedroom.
Instead he grabbed my upper arm and swung me around and down
on to the bed.  My arms had flown up in self-defense and as
my back hit the bed he caught both my wrists and held them
tightly above my head with just one of his large hands.  My
robe had come open and I knew that I was fully exposed to
this boy.  Still I wasn’t scared.  I wasn’t even upset.  I
didn’t take this thing seriously.
     
     I said, “Come on Tommy.  I know you aren’t going to
force me to have sex with you.  You’re no rapist.  Now let
me up.”
     
     But Tommy continued to hold my wrists.  He said, “Maybe
you’re right.  Maybe I would never force you normally.  But
what if I knew that you really wanted it?  You’re so into
playing your “mom” role that you could never admit that you
wanted to be fucked by your son’s roommate.  But if I forced
you, then it wouldn’t be your fault. You could do it and
still be the good Mommy.   You fought me, but I was too
strong.  That’s what you could tell yourself.”

     Has your body ever reacted to a sudden situation or
event like an electric shock flowing through your genitals?
I’ll admit that I was already a little turned on by this
situation.  How couldn’t I be?  I had been with a beautiful
naked boy for quite a while, with myself nearly naked.
     I was always the dutiful best friend’s mother through
it all, but still I was a more than a little moist between
my legs, I had experienced a thrill or two.  Still I’m
mature enough not to let such things affect how I act.
     But when he said he was thinking of raping me because I
wanted to be raped, that hit a nerve.  Most women have rape
fantasies.    That doesn’t mean we want to be raped.  It
means that it is tantalizing to think about losing control,
being forced against our will in a non-violent way.
     I hate the thought of being raped, yet some of my most
exciting masturbation fantasies involve being taken by
force.  I know it’s a paradox, but women are allowed to
think two ways at once.  It’s okay so long as it’s my
fantasy, not some sick rapist’s.
     Tommy seemed to be offering me a way to live my
fantasy.  For just a second my body was on fire.  Then
reason got control again.
     
      I said, “Now Tommy, you let me up.  This isn’t a good
idea.”
     
     Tommy’s free hand worked its way under my open robe and
searched out my left breast.  He fondled it tenderly.  He
closed his thumb and finger around the nipple.  Then he
pinched almost violently.  Another sharp jolt seemed to go
through my body.  There seemed to be a neural pathway from
my nipple directly to my vagina.
     He squeezed my nipple again, hard.  My pussy reacted
with an involuntary spasm.  I fought to free my wrists from
his grip.  But he was too strong.  I’ve got to tell myself
he’s too strong.
      His face came close, and then he was kissing my neck.
He was sucking on it like a vampire.  My pussy clenched
again.  His hand worked its way down my stomach to my shaved
pussy.
     I continued to fight to free my wrists.  He was just so
strong.  I felt his fingertip work its way between my legs.
I held my legs together, not allowing him access to my most
private part.  He moved above me on the bed, still holding
my wrists.
     His knee pried its way between my legs, forcing me to
open up, making myself accessible, even against my will.  I
knew I couldn’t let him touch my secret part.  If he did,
then he’d know. He’d know that I was already wet.  He’d know
that my pussy wasn’t listening to my mind.
     I squirmed to get away from him.  But he was
relentless.  His finger traced a line along my nether lips.
He stroked there, not attempting entry, just teasing my
entrance.  I fought, but I knew then that I was losing.  My
body seemed to open to him like a flower.
     I was moving to avoid his touch, but the dampness that
was in me started rolling down my thighs.  Suddenly the room
was permeated with my smell.  My mind was fighting this
intrusion, but my body betrayed me.  It was welcoming,
eager.
     I saw that his penis, that just a few minutes before
had seemed limp and harmless, was now fully erect, strong,
like a piece of carved ivory, the large end plum purple.
God I loved fighting it.  It felt so good to try to fight
it.
     I tried moving away from that huge male organ, but
there was nowhere for me to go.  My legs were spread and
open with his legs holding them apart.  I felt the head of
his penis flop across the mouth of my pussy.  My mind was
somewhere between absolute panic and total lust.
     The head of his cock found its way between my cunt
lips.  I pulled away, but that just coated his prick head
with my juices.
     His prick followed my movements and suddenly forced its
way several inches into my body.  I was gasping for breath.
I was in the grip of some primal emotion.  It may have been
fear.  Perhaps not.
     He slid out to the end again.  This time my body moved
with him, like it didn’t want to feel him leave my confines.
Tommy slammed into me like the rapist he was portraying,
burying the full length of his massive member deep into my
body.  I may have been crying.  Perhaps I was laughing, too.
     He pulled out, then drove in again.  The power of his
thrusts caused an almost violent reaction in my body, as it
met his thrusts with powerful thrusts of its own.    He
fondled my breasts like they were his personal sex toy,
tweaking the nipples, then biting them, sucking them.  I
felt I was being overwhelmed.
     Lights and sounds were flashing in my mind.  But still
I tried to regain control.  I told myself that I would
absolutely never have an orgasm this way.  I couldn’t let
him know that he had read me right.  My hips were now
rolling with his every move, trying to keep his prick deeply
in my cunt.
     My eyes were back in my head, my mouth was open, I was
panting, moaning.  My resolve to keep calm, to keep from
climaxing, was being sorely tested.  God, I really needed to
orgasm.
     It seemed my whole being was centered on that huge
prick splitting open my pussy, almost like it was the first
time.  I may as well have been a virgin, since Tommy was
reaching places that Dan hadn’t even known existed.
     Suddenly my wrists were free.  Tommy had let them go so
he could clutch my face with both hands and bury his tongue
in my mouth.  My hands didn’t push him away.  Instead they
clawed down his back, pulling him closer, scratching wildly.
They were out of my control.  My body had become a vessel
for his use.
     I heard the screaming and I knew it was my own.  His
bent down to kiss my neck again.  His ear was right by my
lips.
     
     I couldn’t help it.  I whispered, then screamed, “Fuck
me, Tommy.  Fuck me harder.  Stick it in me.  Make me come.
Oh, God!  I’m coming.  God!  Ohhh”
     
     I felt Tommy’s prick erupt with a flood of sperm.  He
emptied string after string of ejecta against my cervix.  I
couldn’t help it, I kept coming and coming.  My climax
lasted for minutes, I know it did.  The charge that ran
between my head and my twat had my pussy walls clenching and
unclenching around Tommy’s now softening prick.
     Suddenly the room was quiet, my ears had stopped
ringing, and I realized I was back in control of my own
body.  I sat up quickly, closing my robe over my exposed
breasts yet again as Tommy’s penis slid out of my now
soaking hole.  Tommy had a look in his eyes that seemed to
contain equal parts exhaustion, exultation and hysteria.
     
     I said “That’s enough, Thomas.  This is not proper talk
between a guest and his friend’s mother.  Let’s just end
this conversation now and pretend none of this ever
happened.”
     
     It seemed like I had said something like this before,
but Tommy dutifully stood and slowly strolled out of the
room.  My eyes followed his every movement.
     His naked ass was shaped just the way I had imagined it
to be: eminently squeezable.  I saw his penis rocking from
side to side as he walked, still larger at peace than Dan’s
prick is at its most aggressive.
     I must have collapsed on the bed, because the next
thing I knew it was several hours later.  I was lying on top
of the covers, still in my robe.  My private area felt damp
and cold.  I was still leaking Tommy’s sperm!  The memory of
the awful event came flooding back on me.  I had no idea
what I was going to do, but for now I needed a shower.
      I had been raped!  I know.  Maybe I did like it a
little.  But I didn’t want it to happen.  He talks.  He
makes you think the whole thing is your idea.  But it’s not.
     He might be a sophomore in college, but the controlling
son of a bitch has a doctorate in Sexual Blackmail.  I was
raped.  Even if I liked it I was raped.  Even if I had
gotten down on my knees and begged him to fuck me, it still
would have been rape.
     That whole drama with the masturbation; the feigned
embarrassment.  It was planned.  He planned it to lure me
in, to make me turn motherly and protective when he
pretended to be vulnerable. The little son of a bitch
choreographed the whole thing.
     I was making myself angry.  But still his juice leaked
from my body, reminding me of that mind-shattering orgasm.
I got into the shower, under the hot water to cleanse
myself.  I soaped my body, washed my breasts.  My nipples
were still sensitive.  Just a little cleaning and they began
to stick out again.
     I found myself daydreaming of Tommy’s huge penis.  It
had filled me to the brim.  Every portion of my cunt felt
the power of his cock.  I closed my eyes, remembering.  If I
keep this up I’ll have to finish myself off in the shower, I
think.  Everything that’s happened makes me feel sexual,
sensual, needy.
      I was standing facing the shower head covered in soap,
shampoo in my hair, when I felt a gust of air.  Somebody had
opened the bathroom door.  Someone was in the bathroom!
     I heard the shower curtain being pulled open.  I didn’t
even have time to turn around.  I was suddenly pinned up
against the side of the shower by two powerful hands.  My
head was faced into the wall.
     I just felt these hands, grabbing roughly around parts
of my body.  Squeezing my ass.  Pinching my nipples.
Clawing at the front of my pussy.  The hands were
everywhere.
     I tried to fight them but they were so strong.  I was
scared, confused, excited.  Then I felt it.  Hitting my
behind could only be a large, rock hard cock.  I tried to
turn around, to see who or what it was, but he wouldn’t let
me.
     I was trapped against the wall, powerless to stop this
brutal exploration of my body.  When he touched my cunt I
thought I would fall down.  My knees were weak, my hands
were shaking!   Then there it was.  The head of his penis
touched my anal opening.
     Oh, no!  He wouldn’t put it in my ass.  Please don’t
let him put it in my ass!  I squirmed, trying to break free.
The more I moved, the harder the pressure came from his
penis assaulting my virgin behind.
     I closed my eyes and pretended that it wasn’t
happening, that it would go away.  But then there was a pop.
The pain was excruciating, but the prick had successfully
lodged in my ass.  The pressure continued.
     My mind was shouting: “NO! Not my ass!  It’s sinful!
It’s dirty.”  But God, the thought of someone actually
fucking me in the ass.  It’s one of the fantasies that I
almost didn’t acknowledge to myself that I had.
     I wasn’t serious.  Of course I didn’t want anyone
sticking anything into that part of my body.  But the
thought is so sexy.  But now the thought had become reality!
     He seemed to sink deeper with every thrust of his hips.
He had started gently, but then he began to hump my ass with
a passion.  He was slamming into me, I felt this huge cock
deep inside me, raping, plundering, controlling me.
     His hand, that had been brutally fondling my tits,
slipped down to my waist.  Suddenly there were two fingers
in my cunt and a thumb rubbing my clitoris.  I shot off like
a canon.  I humped back into that savage cock just as
brutally as it was assaulting me.  I needed it.  I wanted it
to shoot its load deep inside me.  Both of my holes began to
spasm as I felt myself swept away by a blinding screaming
orgasm.  And I felt the cock ejaculating round after round
of sperm, filling me, leaking from me.  My ass was a virgin
no longer.
     I heard a pop, the prick had backed out of my ass.  I
hadn’t opened my eyes yet, but I felt another blast of air
and he was gone.  I never even saw him.  It was Tommy.  It
had to have been Tommy.  He’s my rapist.  He’s the one who
uses me as he pleases, fucks me when I don’t want to be
fucked, feels me, fingers me, sodomizes me.  My rapist.
     The day went on as if nothing had happened.  Jason came
home from his little excursion late in the afternoon. I
cooked a few steaks on the grille; the boys had some beers
while I sipped a very nice California Cabernet.  Jason
seemed eager to talk to Tommy alone about his time with this
new girl.  I didn’t wish to intrude, so I went to my room to
read and think.
     The next morning I was up as usual preparing for my
morning jog.  Jason came into the kitchen begging for
breakfast, so I cooked a couple of eggs and some bacon.
     
     He said, “Mom, I’m going back up to Duck today.  Jenny
is so cool and she thought we could take her dad’s boat
out.’
     
     I said, “That’s nice, Jason.  Are you taking Tommy with
you?”  I tried to be nonchalant but I was having trouble
keep my voice steady.
     
     Jason shook his head.  “No, Tommy feels like a fifth
wheel when there are two boys and only one girl.  He said he
would be fine just lying here on the beach and spending a
little time with you, if that’s all right.”
     
     What was I supposed to say?  No, Jason, Tommy wants to
stay so he can rape me again?  I don’t think that would
work.  I’m this glib woman and I couldn’t think of one thing
to say to my nineteen year old son so that he could protect
his mother from a fate worse than death.
     God help me, I just wanted Jason to hurry on out of
here so Tommy could begin his next assault on my innocence.
God, what if he wants to stick his penis in my mouth?  What
if he puts his mouth on my pussy!?
     
     Go away Jason.  Go away.  I’m ready to be raped.