Rape Fantasy Stories
I was so scared. Imagine sleeping every night with a rapist in your house. You try taking a shower knowing your rapist is just a few yards away. You're naked, wet and defenseless and you hear a floor board creak, or was it the bathroom door opening? For two months I barricaded my door every night, and slept in fear of a second rape. It never came.
As Valentine's day approached II found my 16 yr old son crying in the kitchen. I was still his mother. No matter how angry I was at him. "John what's wrong, why are you crying."
" Oh mom(sniffle), I just realized that you are never going to forgive me for what I did. You don't love me any more. With Dad and Grandma dead, I have nobody. Mom I didn't really rape you. I just needed you so bad, I kind of pressured you until you surrendered that incredible ass to me. I know it was wrong, that it was a mistake. But mom wasn't it wrong for you to make out with me and squeeze my ass while we were dancing? Look--all I'm saying is we would both handle things differently if we could relive that night. I miss you , I love you so much. I'd do anything to get you to love me again. "
As a mother it is never easy to see your child in pain. Your instincts take over and you want to comfort him. I can't explain it better than that. As angry as I was...there was a part of me that had to wonder what would have happened if I had stopped my son the first time Rape Fantasy Stories he kissed me. If I had never gotten drunk, or played with his ass, would he have raped me that night? Was this my fault?
" John I don't hate you...I have to admit that you have damaged our relationship. I am a little scared to be around you but I am still your mother and I want us to work things out."
I was startled when my son rushed over to me and wrapped his arms around me and held me tight to him. He was still crying.
" I am so sorry mom, I love you. Please you gotta forgive me. I need your love and your trust back. Just say you will give us a chance. I swear to god mom I will never force you to have sex with me again. "
At first I was so scared being held by my rapist, smelling him, feeling my breasts mash tight against his chest I did not know what to do. Then a strange thing happened. As he rocked me, as his tears washed me, as I heard the pain and sincerity in his voice...he started becoming my son again. I briefly hugged him back, and reached up to brush his tears away. No matter what he had done this was my only son. He was right about one thing, we had nobody else.
" John...I want us to get past this. I am willing to try. You are my son and I love you. It's going to take some time but...I think we have a good chance if we take it slow and work hard," I said as my son lifted me in the air and spun me around.
He was deliriously happy and it was infectious. John held me for several minutes. He seemed so grateful for the privelege he did not want it to end. It was almost as if he feared that once he let me go I would retreat back into the shell of the past 2 months. John was a big bo--strike that, a big man. At 6'2" he was defensive captain of the jr varsity football team. I could feel his muscles rippling and bulging around me. His hands were so large, they covered half my back and stomach, When he lifted me I felt mself sliding against him, against his manhood. He wasn't eyactly erect but..there was definitely some activity down there. He must have felt me stiften, because he put me down immediately.
" Mom I have a great idea, now hear me out. If we are going to start over, I'd like to have another chance at our date. Think about it--that's where everything went wrong. I need to be able to see you as my mom again, not as an incredibly sexy woman. This Sat is Valentines day, let's go to the Paladin Club again. If I can control myelf there, if I can dance with you, in a romantic setting, if we can drink and let our guards down around each other--just have fun like we used to, I think it will go a long way to healing us. Please mom, I'm begging you. Give me a chance to prove that you can trust me."
For that one instant I did trust him. He sounded so sincere, so despeate to please. Still I was suprised when I heard my voice say " yes" to him. I rushed out of the kitchen and locked myself in my room.
The next morning there was a knock on my bdroom door. " Mom can I come in, I need to talk." I was wearing a pair of green silk pajamas, I threw a robe on over it and said," come in."
This was the first time John and I had been in my room since Christmas, since the night he raped me. I felt my heart pounding, but I tried to stay calm. As I looked at him I could see he was upset about something. He sat down next to me on the bed. The bed he had fucked my ass in less than 2 months earlier. I was a little scared but I tried to be a good mother.
" Tell me what's wrong John, you seem pretty upset."
" It's Beth mom, I think she's going to dump me cuz I'm too inexperienced. You were my first real woman. I was in to sports so much, and then I was in love with you for months...I was a virgin when we made love. Beth has been great for me and I don't want to lose her, but I don't know what to do."
I could not believe it, he was seeing a girl his own age. This was terrific! I had been so out of touch with his life lately, I dd not even know he was dating. I wanted this relationship to succeed. I needed my son to re-focus his attention on another woman. I was afraid if this relationship ended badly he would fixate on me again. If he needed help I would make sure he got it.
" John, is there anything specific that Beth doesen't like about your relationship?"
" Well...it's kind of embarassing, but... she dosen't seem to like kissing me, she's always distracted or, I don't know bored. I guess I'm not a very good kisser," he mumbled.
I was very confused. I found myself in the odd and awkward position of taking up for my son's kissing technique. I knew firsthand that he was an amazing kisser. Before he raped me I had willingly made out with him twice. The way he licked and sucked on my lips...was simply delicious. His tounge played with mine and I was just a step away from surrendering my body to him when my consciene woke me up and I told him to stop. No matter what happened after--his kisses were sweet and had made my pussy sweat, and drip, and itch for him. Something drastic must have changed. I decided to find out what.
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