Incest Rape Story
All I want for Christmas is My Son's Sweet Ass
Written by Jaz1701
(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 Incest Rape Story 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 means 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 Incest Rape Story world know what a fool I was, what a sick prick I had for a son.
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