Picture of Rape
Susan somehow found out about my alter ego, Jaz1701, the rape Author. She accessed my WEBTV account and read my e-mails from Readers, and visited the numerous free sites that I post stories to. I had written about our true love and how I had fucked her sweet ass during Christmas of 1998.
I guess the whole issue of rape and incest has been on my mind a lot this year. Jaz has written several stories about it. I was thinking about my mom the whole time.
Stories like " Rape Confessional, Rape Betrayal #7, Sister Betrayed, and How Much Do You Love Your Wife" were all inspired by the events in my real life, with mom. But when she read them she got really mad. So mad that she decided to rape me. Let's review, ok I pressured Picture of Rape her into having consent sex. She then lies to me, reads my personal e-mail, seduces me, drugs me, dresses me in women's underwear takes pictures of me, blackmails me, humiliates me--oh yeah and rapes my ass with a giant double headed dildo! It's not fair, she is sick! I mean shit, what kind of mother would do that to her only child? I made mistakes, sure. In the heat of the moment, I was over eager, but what I did came from love. My mother just wanted to hurt me, she just wanted revenge for my accidental rape of her the previous Christmas. The year 2000 did not start well for me. Mom was constantly blackmailing me, threatening to mail my friends our special Christmas photos of me in her bra, panties being raped up my hairy ass.
" John honey do you mind licking mommy's pussy for her? You are such a precious little buttercup angel. Do a good job sweetie or your pics will be sent to the entire football team. Make me cum hard baby, lick it all up Johnny, your dad would be so proud of you. Mamma's little rapist is growing up so fast!" she laughed as she humpd my face and nearly cut off my air supply as she came. It was a nightmare.
Let's be clear: no means no! Sex without consent is rape. I did not give her consent to do this to me. I fucking hated it. I was not allowed to fuck her pussy, play with her tits, and certainly her ass was way the fuck off limits. She would wag it in front of me, rub it against me--to make sure I knew what I would never have again. She thought it was funny to watch me get hard, and the demand that I NOT cum. If I did...pictures would get mailed. It went on for months. My mom forgot Picture of Rape one thing. = was applying to colleges. I would be leaving this town next summer. As soon as I was accepted, her power over me would be at an end. I slowly came to realize that she had no real power over me anyway. I mean let's get real. She was an adult who had raped her son, repeatedly. If I wanted to, she would be going to jail. This summer, I began to tape our conversations, our sexual time together.
" Mom please, don't make me do this anymore, Don't make me lick your pussy. This is rape mom. I still love you, but this is RAPE. Won't you please stop hurting your son, please mom," I declared in between licking and lapping and sucking her to a major orgasm. Sometimes her comments would mention that I had raped her first. That was of course unacceptable for my purposes, so I taped over it. Usually though, whenhe she was close to orgasm she was out of it, demanding, wild--almost vulgar.
" Shut the fuck up and lick my sticky , stinky, wet little cunt. You are mine, and you will pleasure me. This is all that you are good for. Suck, suck, suck your mommy. I think I'll strap on my dildo and rape your sweet little ass when we are done. I want to see you bleed a little. How does that sound you sick slut," she said, as I recorded the incriminating evidence.
On November 15th I got a letter in the mail from Penn State. I had been accepted on a partial academic scholarship. There is one thing about being an only child in a family where people die young. You get a lot of insurance money left to you. Cars, houses, and even a boat were sold when grandpa, dad, and finally grandma died. Stock, bank accounts, etc were all left to me and mom. The money was held in trust until I turned 25, but I got a small allowance. The money was earning interest. I was 17, I only had to hang on until then and while I might not be filthy rich...I'd be very, very, comfortable. Between my allowance, and part time job a PSU scholarship was all I needed. I was free! My mom had nothing on me, the power had shifted. I could send her to jail by playing my tape anytime I wanted. I planned to rub it in her face, to taunt her. I ran downstairs to show her my acceptance letter. She read it carefully and got an odd look on her face. I could swear that her eyes teared up and she let out this breathy, pathetic little gasp.
" John...are you going to accept? Will you be leaving me, moving thousands of miles away from our home? Have you thought about how alone you will be? We have had our ups and downs especially in the last two years--but do you really want to be completely alone?" she said as she turned and quickly went to her room and locked the door. I don't know how to explain how I felt just then. I was so ready to hurt her, but when I realized that I had, I got no pleasure from it. I had been in love with Susan for so long that even after all she had done to me this year, hurting her; the reality that I had caused her pain, still felt unnatural.
Mom did not show her face for the rest of the day, and I had plenty of time to run the scene over and over in my mind. The next morning there was a knock at my door that woke me up.
" Can I come in?" a quiet voice said from the hall.
" Um sure, ok mom."
Susan had made us breakfast. I was stunned. It had been so long since we had done that. It used to be our special ritual. Some mornings I'd serve her, others she'd feed me in bed. We would spend hour laying next to each other, bonding, just catching up. It had been more than a year since we had done this. Last time I had kind of lost control and fondled her breasts a little. I held her in my lap, cupped her perfect breasts and sprayed my cum against her sweet nightie, covered ass. She did not say a word to stop me, but that was BEFORE she found out that I am really Jaz, and write rape stories. That was long before she started raping me.
She set the two plates down on my night stand and got into bed next to me. She was wearing a black satin nightie. Usually she would have a robe on over it, but not this morning. We talked for a while and watched TV as we ate. It felt good to have her warm body next to mine. Familiar memories flooded me, and I wanted to reach out to her, to hold her close to me. When we finished eating, she got really quiet and then asked me to turn off the TV.
" John, this was really nice. sharing time with you again. I guess I have to savour these moments, if you are moving out, and leaving me all alone. I always knew you would move out some day...but not 2,500 miles away! We'll never see each other," she said as she began to cry softly.
This was insane. I thought my mom hated me, despised me. She was acting like the woman I loved again instead of the evil, bitch I had been living with since Christmas. This was MY Susan, my sexy, tender, lover. I was very confused. Before I could formulate a response she spoke again.
" John, I'm a little emotional right now. Would it be ok if I snuggled up against you for a little while. I think I need to be held."
" Um ok, sure mom."
She wiggled and snuggled her ass against my crotch until it got good and hard. When she felt it poking her hard she gave a contented sigh, I had my arms around her waist at first but slowly they crept up to her tits and cupped them and squeezed them lightly. My fingers played with her nipples, lazily tracing circles until she fell asleep. My cock was throbbing, pulsing hard as it nestled against my mom's silk covered ass. I could not help squeezing her juicy bottom a little. I pulled my dick out of my briefs and used her nightie as a condom. I wedged the material deep in her perfect little crack. Then slowly, as she slept, I slipped my dick inside the ass I loved so much. It was not rape cuz she did not say no, and I was not actually touching her skin. I did pull the straps off her shoulder so I could feel her breasts better. When my hands were full I began humping my Susan's ass hard. I could feel her clamping down on my dick. The nightie prevented me from getting in very deep but it was enough. The feel of silk on my cock, combined with the fiction and warmth of her unbelievable ass, was forcing me to a major explosion. I tried to hold it off but it had been two years since I had felt my dick in her ass, in anyone's ass and I slowly lost it. I shot blast after sticky wet, spunk blast up her ass, on her night gown. I left my cock inside of my mother. My hands were still wrapped protectively around her tits as I closed my eyes. I must have drifted off for awhile cuz I awoke to the sounds of my mom mumbling in her sleep. I was about to wake her up when I caught the words she was saying.
And my life changed forever. Again.
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