This is a story by Lolileah. It is a followup to a story I wrote
for a reader. It’s probably tamer which is saying something
since the first was a fairly laid-back rape story. This is still
for ADULTS ONLY, of course.

(MF, FF, oral, anal, rape, toys, bond, preg, inc)

I’m going to be perfectly blunt with you. You’ve now read the
story of sweet Annabelle and of how that long night did I give
her hell. But that’s only the beginning of the story.

After the night with Annabelle, I realized something was missing
from my marriage. It wasn’t that I hated my husband of 20
years. On the contrary, our divorce was quite amicable. No, I’d
realized that the sex I was having with my husband just wasn’t
cutting it for me anymore. I was addicted to raping girls, not
necessarily for the sex but that feeling of power as I rode them,
even sometimes forcing them to eat me out to add to the
enjoyment. No, staying with my husband just wasn’t making me
cum anymore, though I’ll be damned if I was going to fess up
why to him.

I had other reasons of course. It wouldn’t do to have him walk
in and save his little girl from her mother’s rapacious
desires. Wouldn’t help me in the slightest should he find out
about my nocturnal cravings for female flesh.

You have to admit, girls look much better naked than guys do.
Anyone who has ever seen the two side by side can see that. Girls
can much more easily have multiple orgasms although we’re just
more complicated to get off. Our breasts are useful and pleasing
to behold. Sure, menstruation sucks but pregnancy is a good
temporary cure for that. Pregnancy’s not even all that bad
until you reach the delivery. Much better if you are pregnant
with the baby of a man you love. Getting kicked in the balls is
no picnic for guys so there you go. I think girls win, except
when they’re getting raped by a man. That’s where I come in.
I’m here to tip the balance of rape into the female corner. Not
to stop girls from getting raped, mind, but to make the rapists
be more of the XY variety.

After Annabelle, I’d started to bring a video camera with me,
one of those digital ones that could record tons of footage on a
large portable hard drive. You never could be certain how long a
rape might take. Some girls were cuter and I spent more time on
them. Others put up more of a fight and it made for lasting proof
that I was better as I humiliated their young bodies. I’d raped
every girl in my daughter’s senior class except Megan herself.
Save the best for last, they say. Well now her time had come.
Mommy’s little girl, it’s time for your very first rape!

There was no doubt in my mind that Megan was special. She was my
daughter. I guess that qualified as incest, sort of a fantasy of
mine, even though it would not be me actually penetrating her.
Did that still count? Incest always seemed so heterosexual to me.
The majority of it still might be. At any rate, tonight was about
some mommy-daughter bonding but that could not start just yet. I
had preliminary work to do if, since she was fertile now, I
wished to get her knocked up too.

I’ll never forget how easy it all was, how everything just sort
of fell into place that night. I went to my son’s room to wish
him goodnight and found him doing what many mothers dread walking
in on. My son was taking himself firmly in hand, spanking the
monkey, choking the chicken, whatever metaphor you want to use
didn’t change that I’d just walked in on him masturbating. To
what thought, I wasn’t about to ask. Silly boy, throwing the
covers over you won’t change what I just saw, not when you’re
making such an obvious tent with them.

„Mom! What are you doing sneaking in on me like that? You
should knock or something, seriously!“

„Oh, I was just trying to see if the man of the house wanted
some help clearing up your little problem. From the woman of the
house, of course. You haven’t finished yet, have you?“

„I was getting close when you walked in. Aren’t you glad I
didn’t whip around and spray it all over you?“

„Of course, son. That shit’s a bitch to get out of your hair.
You have no idea.“ I sat on the bed beside him and opened the
drawer on his nightstand where I knew he kept the condoms.
„Son, you’ve probably already had the talk by now. I’m not
going to go over it all with you. But know this, I love you very
much and you aren’t forcing me to do anything I don’t want to
do. That alone makes it right. What 2 adults do behind closed
doors hurts no one. You are the man of the house now and so I am
yours and so is your sister, that’s how the world works. Now,
let’s see if we can finish what I so rudely interrupted, shall
we?“

„Mom, before we do anything, I want you to know what I was
thinking of while I was…ahem…spanking the monkey. I was
thinking about taking you or Megan in your beds and having my way
with you. Just full disclosure.“ He threw the covers off and I
could see his ability to get erect was no longer affected by my
presence. Tonight was going to go even easier than I thought!

I slipped the condom over his rigid cock. I could use the excuse
that I didn’t really like the taste of a man’s spunk sliding
down my throat. It wasn’t ice cream, but it wasn’t the worst
thing a girl could eat. Actually, it was one hell of a sore
throat cure for me and I could feel one coming on. No, I had
other plans for it, for his sister, for me. I lowered my lips to
the tip, gave it a kiss and then didn’t fight him when he tried
to get as much of it as he could down my throat.

„MMMMGH, URGH, MMM!“ I mumbled around his stiff cock filling
my throat.

„Oh, yes mommy! You’re doing such a good job. Keep going, you
sexy, slutty girl! Who knew you’d be so willing and able to
blow me. If I’d only known, I’d have taken you whether dad
was here or not.“ He sucked his breath in sharply and warmth
filled the end of the condom. I held him deep inside me until he
finished and then eased him out and took the condom off. At least
now I knew what size strap-on to use for Megan since I would
disguise myself as my son. Ooh, to wake to find your little
brother on top of you, fucking you, the thought was making me wet
before I’d even had a chance to fuck her.

„Son, I’ll be back in a bit. Stay here. I’m not done with
you yet, young man. You have unfinished business with me and a
man should never leave a job unfinished, especially if it’s for
a lady.“

„Yes mom.“ He didn’t look too sad to see me go but that
probably related to my telling him I’d be back.

I walked to the master bedroom where I’d hidden my son’s
football uniform specifically for tonight. I figured all the
padding would hide the fact I had breasts well enough. I selected
a Michael-sized dildo for the evening’s games, finished all my
disguise and walked into my precious daughter’s room. She was
sound asleep on her back, her favorite light green pajamas
peeking out from under the covers. I guess I’d grown used to it
now but she had a small piercing in her nose, a ring. She’d
begged me to let her get one. ‚All the other girls are getting
piercings. Earrings are so boring.‘ I’d reluctantly agreed
that if it wasn’t a really big one, she could get it. Now that
I look at it, it kind of accentuates rather than detracts from
her cute face.

I’d brought a pair of pink, fuzzy handcuffs with me. My
ex-husband had bought them for me one Valentine’s Day and I’d
reluctantly let him cuff me to the bed and have his way with me.
It was alright I guess. As you already know, Megan could sleep
through her rape, a tsunami, earthquake or doomsday. I needn’t
worry about the clicking waking her at least.

Click, click, click. Not too tight but enough she couldn’t
wiggle free when I woke her. Sure, I could also hold my hand over
her mouth to stop her from calling out to „mommy“ but I
figured the ball gag I’d used with Annabelle would stifle her
cries enough so that my son wouldn’t come in and find his
doppelgänger with his big sister. I pulled the covers back,
exposing her pajama-clad form and then pulled the chain on her
bedside lamp, filling the room with light.

Megan opened her eyes sleepily as I pinched her nose shut so she
would have to open her mouth to breathe. Megan’s eyes went
suitably wide when I pulled my pants down to release „my
son’s“ penis from them. I inserted a piece of metal in her
mouth with sharp spikes at the corners to keep her from trying to
bite me as I stuck my „dick“ through the hole in the center.
I looked deep into her eyes as I buried the whole length in her
throat, using her mouth like I was going to use her pussy
tonight. I loved how she coughed and spluttered at first, then
fought me when I held it in as I came while she couldn’t quite
breathe.

Still, she hadn’t panicked yet. That wasn’t to start until I
pulled the blankets off of her and pulled pajama bottoms and
panties off her in the next motion. I’d planned for that too
and the chain on the handcuffs was covered in cloth to muffle its
clanking against her headboard.

She struggled and protested as loudly as the spikes would allow.
Sounded more like a kazoo than a real attempt at summoning help.
My response was to pull her pajama top over her breasts. No bra
but I couldn’t really fault her on that. What girl likes to
sleep in a bra? I bent toward her and suckled them each in turn,
playing with each with my tongue until her nipples got quite
hard. They looked better that way.

Naturally I had placed a camera on her nightstand to record her
rape, just as I had with so many of her classmates before her.
Now that my son was on board, hopefully, when I finished turning
a girl into a woman, my son would man up and make me one too.
Probably best not to show this one to him though. Might not view
his double raping his big sister kindly. Not unless I could
convince him he sleepwalked. People have gotten off for rapes
before because of it. I’d read about them.

How I loved when girls shaved! Looking at my helpless
daughter’s nude lower parts, I had to stifle the urge to eat
her out as she just looked so inviting. Maybe I’m secretly
bisexual? If it worked like that, my daughter could definitely
turn me bi.

I positioned myself between her legs, forcing them apart when she
tried to clamp them shut. ‚Don’t resist, Megan. Mommy’s
doing this for your own good. Resistance would be quite useless.
You’re a smart girl, I’m sure you’ve figured that out
now.‘ I leaned over her, looking deep into her eyes to cherish
her precious rape face forever and pressed myself into her
forcefully.

Megan’s protests come out as „MMMMGGGHHH SSSSTTTTPPPP“ by
which I’m sure she was begging me to stop but of course I
didn’t. Her head had shaken back and forth as her little cherry
popped. Denial doesn’t change rape, only makes it easier to
bear. I pulled out though for a bit, such a nice mommy! and wiped
the remains of her girlhood on a fresh white handkerchief I’d
brought to commemorate the occasion. I’d put blood-thinners,
ground up, in her food so she was still bleeding a fair bit. I
took a pencil from her dresser and traced her name and date on it
with her own blood. Megan Tara Lowe. Too precious!

I’d promised myself that I’d do what I had done to Annabelle
the night I’d raped my first victim. I bent to suckle her
breasts lovingly. I didn’t expect it to be enough to get her
wet. This was always about me. She was here to serve and please
me, whatever that meant. I aimed my hard-on at her and once again
was banging against her cervix, her blood lubricating her tight
love canal. Oh, if she knew it was really mommy raping her? I
guess that wouldn’t make things better in her mind. She should
be glad that I wasn’t going to spend as much time with her as
with her friend. There still remained unfinished business in my
son’s room.

I picked up the pace, leaving a hickey on one breast or another
when our mother-daughter bonding brought me that much closer to
heaven. Thirteen times that night. I think I’d figured it out
though. If my mouth was occupied with abusing one of her breasts
when I came, the girl couldn’t tell by the noises I made that I
wasn’t a man. I’d never really thought about it but it made
perfect sense now. And God, did they taste good!

I’d cut a little slit in the end of the condom after covering
the dildo with it. By the time my dalliance with Megan was over,
it had split and formed a latex ring near the base of my toy.
Better still, it was completely empty. Huzzah for future
grandchildren!

Poor little girl! Raped by her own mother, in her own bed and
just left there, used, handcuffed, gagged and pregnant. Hopefully
Michael was still waiting for his mommy. Megan was a great
appetizer and I was so wet between my legs, it was starting to
run. Michael had the equipment, he could do something about it.

Michael was waiting for me on the bed, reading a book for his
English class. At least he hadn’t been wasting his time in my
absence. I’d hidden my costume before coming to his room and
had slipped into a pink negligee and some white underwear that I
was already staining. He looked to me as I entered and promptly
dropped his book. Clearly mommy was here for one thing and one
thing only and he didn’t seem too sad about me ushering him
into manhood.

I took off my clothes as quickly yet seductively as I could. I
wanted him inside me as soon as possible but I also had to make
sure that he could get inside me. As he stripped off his pants I
could see there was nothing to fear there.

„Mommy, I don’t quite understand. Why me? Why now? Not that
I’m complaining. Even if society says it’s wrong, if we both
consent it must be right.“

„Son, you’re the man of the house now. This might seem
anti-feminist but I’m yours, your sister’s yours. That means
in return for your loving protection, we’ll provide you with
love and babies. You don’t have to use a condom if you don’t
want to. That’s how this works. And hey, birth defects aren’t
as common in incest pregnancies as they say. It’s just a scare
tactic to keep people from having loving relations with their
close relatives.“

„You’re sure?“

I didn’t answer as I was too busy hovering over him, feeling
him spread me in a way he hadn’t 16 years ago. Goddamn, this
was so much better than labor!

„Mommy, you’re crying. Are you sure you’re okay? Does it
hurt? We can stop if you want.“

„Am I crying, sweetie? I’m fine. These are joyful tears. It
doesn’t hurt. It feels so good to have you inside me again.
You’re smaller than your father but you’re just the right
size for mommy’s pussy. I read about it in the Kama Sutra.“ I
leaned forward and kissed him, tightening around him as I did so.
I knew being closer to my breasts than he’d been since he was a
baby would keep him stiffly inside me. Maybe I’m not the
largest up there, but they are very beautiful. Even I like to
admire them from time to time in the mirror after I shower.

„Mom, you’re beautiful. I want you to know that.“

„Thank you honey. You’re sweet. And I love when you call me
mommy during sex, but from now on, in other times, call me Carol
or sweetie, honey, darling, dear, etc. No need for us to be so
formal now.“

I leaned backward and rested my hands on his knees. I knew that
now when I rode him, he would stab upward into my G-spot and the
more I came, the more I’d squeeze him and milk him of all his
remaining spunk. Even now, I felt him tightening up, trying to
stave off his orgasm a little longer for me. My fertility was at
an all-time high right now and I wanted one last baby. The most
loving thing a mother can do is bear her baby’s baby, offer him
a gift only a woman can.

Michael leaned forward and took one of my nipples in his mouth
that I had thrust toward him in this position. He suckled it,
licked it, did things a baby wouldn’t do but a man would. I
groaned, moaned, gasped and came, tightening spasmodically around
my son as he begged my forgiveness for cumming so soon and
exploded through my cervix and into my womb.

„Yes baby! Cum for mommy! Deep inside mommy. Get your baby in
her. It’s making me so horny thinking about it!“

„You’re serious? You might get pregnant? And you want it that
bad?“

„Yes, Michael. You’re perfect for me sexually and when I get
to know you better, woman to man, man to woman, I think you’ll
find we hit it off quite well. I love you, no matter what
happens. Besides, maybe you can’t even make babies.“

„Get off me for a bit babe. I want to fuck you like a man
should fuck a woman, especially his mother.“ I reluctantly
climbed off of him, relinquishing my hold on his prick. He got
up, took me in his arms like a lover, kissed me sweetly with just
the right amount of tongue and pushed me backward onto the bed.

„You know missionary’s not the only position.“

„Of course. I’m just getting started. But I wanted to make
love to you before I treat you like a whore because I love you.
Now shut up unless you are appealing to a higher power.“

I’ll spare you all the details because I am sure you can
already fill them in. When he finished with me in the missionary
position, he pulled me up, bent me over the bed, put a pillow
under my hips and had his way with me, kissing my neck, biting
and sucking at it and telling me how I was the sexiest bitch in
the world and he loved me and had been dreaming of knocking me
and Megan up for a long time.“

„Thank you for a great evening son. I left you a present in
Megan’s bedroom. When you’re recovered from tonight. You’re
always welcome in the master bedroom now, master. It’s just as
much yours as it is mine.“ I fell into a sound, exhausted sleep
with a silly grin on my face and my own grandchild starting life
inside me, if I was lucky.

I woke in the morning feeling cold and exposed. Michael hadn’t
even covered his mother’s nudity but I guess who was going to
see it that I should be ashamed about? The noises I was hearing
from down the hall told me Michael had found his present and was
enjoying her and her helplessness to prevent being fucked and
impregnated by her little brother. She didn’t seem to be
fighting him as much as she’d fought me last night. Maybe my
disguise hadn’t worked as well as I’d hoped…“

„Oh, God, fuck!“ That was Megan’s voice. I got up and
peeked into Megan’s bedroom. She was still cuffed to the bed
and Michael was holding her legs apart, his head buried in her
crotch. He was looking up at his big sister with eyes full of
love as she came on his face. Maybe last night she thought had
been him sleepwalking. It was all forgiven now it seemed. I left
them when he kissed her and she asked him to fuck her. Maybe my
children would both parent the same grandchild of mine. :) I went
into the kitchen to rustle up a hearty breakfast for us all to
the sound of Megan’s screams and moans.

I’d left the key to Megan’s handcuffs on her dresser the
night before, tantalizingly out of reach. Clearly Michael found
it because the next thing I knew, both of my children were seated
at the table, flushed and famished.

„Looks like you two have some brother/sister love going on
between you two. Megan blushed, Michael smirked and I winked at
him. I could see that not only was our family going to get larger
but also far more intimate with each other under this new
arrangement. „I’m glad to see you two working out your
differences. I rather think you are both embracing said
differences. Are you even hungry Michael? Seems to me you must
have already eaten.“

They both looked at each other like I’d gone crazy and
simultaneously answered „Yes!“

In my mind, a girl is still technically a virgin until she’s
been fucked in each of her holes. After their final game of the
season, I dressed in my son’s sweaty uniform to walk my
daughter home. We cut across the park on our way home. They were
noisily constructing who knows what. Terribly inconsiderate time
for them to do so but I didn’t live right next to it.

Megan walked ahead of me until her foot sank into a hole that had
been hidden by the grass, her miniskirt riding up and showing her
lack of underwear. As a mother I was disappointed and shocked. As
the girl who was about to fuck her, this did rather simplify
things.

My daughter’s exposed ass had my pants around my ankles before
she’d really had time to process her fall. I hadn’t noticed
but we were in center field, illuminated by the lights whose
timers hadn’t yet shut them off. Damn forgetting my camera! Oh
well. I positioned myself behind Megan, unleashing a primal
scream as I penetrated her unprepared ass. Tonight was no
mistake; I knew exactly what I was getting into from the start,
unlike sweet Annabelle.

We were far enough from the construction that her screams and
tears and protests would remain unheard by outsiders. Even had
they heard her, I suspected they would be more likely to join me
than stop me. It would be better for her if she kept quiet. I
loved the noises she was making but you know, as a mom, just
trying to look out for my little girl.

Her screams had died down to a gurgling whimper by the time I had
my fifth and final orgasm. More like the sound of acceptance, it
was. I felt kind of proud to have broken my daughter’s will to
fight but we needed to get home; as much as it might be fun to be
seen, if it were a cop, he might not take too kindly to the
scene. Probably after finishing masturbating to it, that is.

I pulled out and cleaned off the dildo on Megan’s skirt. Even
if I only used it again for anal, better not to have it smell
like shit. For my sake. Tonight was always about me. Me getting
what I want, she being a big part of that. But while I loved
forcing myself on her, as evidenced by the moisture between my
legs, it was time my son popped my cherry and made a woman out of
mommy. It wouldn’t do for me to be a virgin after my Megan,
would it? In my mind she technically still was since she hadn’t
swallowed Michael’s real cock or his spunk. A girl should
swallow. That’s just how it is.

I walked off, Megan processing what had just happened but quickly
getting up and following. I guess the thought of someone
stumbling upon her and using her again was less desirable than
following her strong brother even if he had just ass raped her.

Michael was in my bed by the time we got home. I closed the door
against Megan’s intrusion. She should know by now that even if
she weren’t ready for it, whatever Michael did was his right
and privilege. Mommy needed some alone time with him tonight.
Yes, your lech mother needed her baby boy to stick it where
„he“ had just stuck you. Did I say how much I love my son?

The next day in yoga class, while I was staring at Annabelle’s
tight round ass outlined by her yoga pants, I got horny again.
Who wouldn’t? Fortunately I seemed to be lucky this week. In
the shower, when Annabelle kissed me, she didn’t object at all
to me finger banging her. During ovulation, a woman gets hornier
like a dog in heat. Maybe tonight I’d use the disguise I’d
taken Megan’s virginity in and knock up Annabelle. Let’s just
say our shower that day was the longest shower either of us had
ever taken. None of us wanted to stop. We had to call it quits
when management came and said they’d had complaints. Bitches!

I did carry out my plan later that evening. At least Annabelle
had taken my advice about relaxing and just accepting your rape
to heart. I still loved it when girls tried to get away, but
Annabelle was special. Maybe I even loved her. She had take my
virginity after all, so to speak. Besides, my children needed
some alone time while Megan was still fertile as hell.

As it turned out, my son was pretty creative when it came to
twosomes, threesomes and even foursomes. It was a mark of pride
that he could get all 3 of us girls to cum at the same time if he
wished. Megan and Annabelle finally did get to explore a lesbian
relationship at Michael’s command, er, forceful request.
Nothing got me off like hiding my son’s cock and watching the
two of them. After the initial awkwardness, they really seemed to
enjoy each other. Who said fucking your best friend is a bad
idea?

The next few months I spent on tenterhooks. Was I pregnant or
wasn’t I? Megan? Annabelle? One by one they came to confess
that my son had knocked them up. I told Annabelle that she was
carrying Michael’s baby and she should come live with us as she
was his now. The decision was made easier on her when her parents
kicked her out when she told them.

There’s no longer time period for a girl than the time between
when she pees on the pregnancy test and when she looks. All that
time she’s praying, praying the test is negative.
Waiting….waiting…I chance a look at the pregnancy test and
I’m sure the whole neighborhood could hear me. There’s a blue
cross on it. Looks as if Michael will be a father of three
girls’ children and I grandmother to them all. I’m pregnant!
:D

Listen grandchildren and you shall hear
Of how I raped your mother dear,
On the thirteenth of April, two thousand five;
This is how you came to be alive
And so you don’t recall that day or year.

I started my conquests early in March
On Aunt Annabelle that one fateful night,
Sunk deep in a pussy which was quite parched
After giving that virgin one hell of a fright
And thus started a night of misery.
For your Aunt Annabelle’s virginity
Not giving a damn about her alarm
Only enamored by her girlish charms
So that all that long night I brought her to harm.

By now you know that story so it’d be a bore
To tell you again what you knew before.
This story’s about how your mom became prey,
And how I stole away her first lay.
Of how with your mother, I did go far
And how that one night, she became scarred
How now I wish that I was a bard!
It started with momma, her mouth open wide,
Coughing and gagging when I slipped inside.

She gagged and she spluttered as my dick she did eat
Fighting and fighting to hold back the tears
Resigning herself to womankind’s greatest fears
Tonight she was mine to treat like a whore
To rape my own daughter seemed rather neat
And watching her face as her hymen tears
I would find that incest could not be beat.

As a girl I’d heard stories when I went to church
Of virgins marrying rapists, I’m sure they must dread
To be bound to the man, forever wed
No doubt that while in her, my face she did search
And found her young brother to be getting laid
And during his fucking must have been afraid
Yet little did she know, how her face would fall!
To know that the condom was no help at all.
If she knew of the holes, how her face would frown
Had she known she’d get pregnant, how she would drown
Herself in the river, legs tied to a ball.

Beneath me. now yielding, as if she were dead,
My once virgin daughter who’s not on the pill
Who’d bear my son’s baby, the thought gave me chills
If only she knew, the thought she would dread.
Condom full of semen that my son had spent
No stopping them now, the rubber was rent
And out of the top spilled they all pell-mell
Hell-bent that 9 months would give Megan hell.
I looked deep in her eyes as she lay on the bed
Told her I loved her, yeah that’s what I said.
I hope that my sentiments were received after sent
For my dearest daughter had thought he was gay
Oh, baby, that’s not quite right I did say.
Would your faggot brother sow his wild oats
In the sister he loved lots, or even the most?

Yes, just like her best friend, my face did I hide
My face while I raped her, the thought gave me pride.
For as she was fucked, her pleading voice did I hear,
As cum was left deep down inside.
She was lucky tonight that it wasn’t her rear.
And after I’d finished and ended my mirth,
I’d robbed her of a girl’s most precious possession on Earth.
I left her to lie there high up on her perch
No saint now, a sinner, unwelcome in church.
I returned to my bedroom, my son waiting still
To fuck his dear mommy after hours of thrill.
If I could get pregnant, no worries or fright
No nasty surprises after one crazy night.
After a night full of incest, my heart now yearns
Still more forbidden fruits however slight
Lust now for a threesome, my heart softly burns.

Next week came the football game just up the street,
My son’s cross-town rivals there in the park,
After the game would my children walk through the dark
Just as a lamb how my little girl should bleat
As she tripped and my „son“ took her how she would fight
For it wasn’t her pussy that he’d want this night
And she’d cry for her mommy and try to take flight
Though it was dear mother in her so deep.
Hidden by nightfall, just like a creep
How as she was taken she’d start to feel cheap.
My girl and her bestie no more virgin brides.
Her face pressed now deeply into the sedge
The mother who bore her now reaching the edge
Megan and Annabelle were such awesome rides!

It was twelve by the town church clock
And shit, now hard-packed, was now going down.
Impaling his poor sister on his turgid cock,
It wasn’t lube making her ass into a bog,
Was probably her blood lubricating this slog,
Sodomy at night right there on the down.

It was one by the church clock,
And how she was stunned.
Still housing her brother’s rapacious cock
No help from bystanders for none had passed,
Just Megan and mommy bonded by one ass so bare.
These moments I found now far, far too rare.
And of course if she knew, how she’d be aghast
That her rapist was mommy and not mommy’s son.

It was two by the church clock,
Now were things settling down.
For several hours now had mommy made mock,
Not heeding the tears or her girl’s muffled pleas,
The ordeal that passed then under the trees.
On Megan’s tight ass had I gone to town
And my son who was waiting for me in my bed
I’m sure he was eager for mommy to call
While my dear sweet daughter wished she was dead
After mommy dearest had had a ball.

You know now, dear reader, I’m fucked in the head
Perhaps it’d be better to fill me with lead
How far had I fallen? Oh, such a fall!
Tomorrow a pity trip to the mall?
After my real son had fucked her again
His bitch older sister his to train
To deposit deep in her load after load
After her tight little hiney he rode.

So ends this story and I’m sure it’s now clear
It wasn’t the first time her voice sounded alarm
And of course not the first time I brought her to harm.
After I’d finished, inside mental cheer,
My sweet tight little daughter I’d trained as a whore
Now robbed of her innocence forevermore.
For now it’s all over; the long night is passed
Relief for the poor girl’s backside at last
But she’s always there when I feel the need
To invade that pussy or maybe her rear
To spend hours and hours doing the deed
Raping and sodomizing my daughter dear.