Rape Fantasy Pics
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 Rape Fantasy Pics 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 rape 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 responsible.
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 pics 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 mom."
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 control.
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.
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