Two intruders break into my home, making me experience a nightmare and humiliation. Forcing me to do sometime I hated.
I woke up startled and confused, not having my full bearings yet. I thought I had heard a sound coming from my roommate's room where my mom was sleeping. My roommate had enthusiastically given up his room for a few days so my mom could be closer to me and not have to rent a hotel room. He tried to make it seem he was being generous, but I knew he wanted an excuse to stay with his girlfriend so he could get laid more. We lived in a small two bedroom house, that adequately met two newly employed twenty somethings needs on the outskirts of the competitive financial district. It was not in the best of neighborhoods, but being young, inshape and stupid, we weren't worried about the higher rate of crime that occured around us. It was mostly burglaries, break ins, domestic disputes, once in awhile, more serious occurrences. My mom was a very young 40 year old. She was quite beautiful, had a great figure and was financially stable from a huge life insurance payment that was paid to her after my dad was killed by a drunk driver. There was, in addition, the settlement that resulted from a civil court proceeding. The two payments totaled over ten million after the lawyer's fees. Mom could have easily afforded an expensive hotel, but it was about being closer in proximity. She was still grieving my dad's death and I believed being around family helped. I had been very close to my dad, able to talk to him about almost anything. I also was still grieving....
I heard a thump this time and decided to see if mom was OK. Sleeping in the nude since high school, I found my boxer briefs on the floor, hurriedly put them on and went down the hallway, hearing muffled voices. My senses kicked in, telling me something wasn't right. Getting to the door, I called out to mom and asked if everything was okay. No answer, just silence. I called out again, still complete silence. I now knew something was terribly wrong. I knocked on the door and told her I was coming in. I opened the door slowly, being met by two young males, guessing around my age, pulling me in, throwing me on the floor, pinning me down, holding my arms over my head. The guys started punching me, making my body curl, tightening up with pain, trying to protect myself. They proceeded to get me off the floor and slam me into a chair. Twisting my arms until they were feeling numb, they placed them behind the chair, securing them tightly, with what appeared to be torn sheets. Next, tying each of my legs to the legs of the chair, with my feet bent behind the legs, forcing my legs to spread wide open, exposing my inner thigh area. One of the guys reached into his pocket, pulled out a pocket knife, opening up the blade. My heart started racing as I felt the cold metal on my skin, the sharp blade playing with the hairs on my thigh, slowly traveling up, until the blade touched the skin of my right nut sac, pricking the skin, drawing blood. All the while smiling as he toyed with my fear. In one movement, he cut the side of my underwear, making it open, exposing my groin area. He started laughing, telling me my cock could now enjoy the show without constraint. Looking around, I now saw my mom's hands and legs tied to each corner of the bedposts by her bed sheets that had been ripped up. She was spread eagle as far as her legs would allow, pulled to the edge of the bed giving a clear view of her nakedness. I noticed my mom was not moving. A grip of fear came over me, I started yelling. The guy holding the knife, pulled my underwear out from under me, stuffing my mouth with it, tying the elastic waistband behind my head, gagging me. They told me to be quiet, otherwise they'd have to knock me out also. A wave of relief came over me knowing they had not killed my mom, just beat her unconscious, or chocked her as was apparent by the red marks on her neck. I was at one of the foot corners of the bed, looking at her naked body, seeing her vagina, the triangle of pubic hair, trailing down to engulf her slit. I tried not to stare, but could not look away. The taller of the guys knelt down, positioning himself between my mom's thighs, breathing in deep, his nose enjoying her scent, his tongue slowly started licking her cunt lips. I know understood what he meant by the "show" After a few minutes, he turned around smiling, his lips and mouth glistening from her wetness. Laughing, he asked if she was my mom. I shook my head yes. "Well, your mom must be getting excited about me fucking her, because she sure is leaking". "Guess I better give her what she wants" "How about I make you a big brother?" "You can tell him or her someday how you saw their mother being fucked that resulted in them being created" With that he started undressing. His hard cock sprung up after removing his briefs. It was twitching, had precum at the tip, impatient to enter her wetness he had created with his tongue. He pulled her closer to the edge, taking his hardon in his hand, he started rubbing her labia lips, using his precum as more lube. He played around with her pussy, teasing it, slowly inserting just the head, then pulling it back out, He started slowly disappearing into her warm wetness with a sigh of conquering what was once private, known only to her late husband. I saw his black bush mixing with my mom's pubic hairs, having pushed the entire length of his cock inside her with no protection. I was facing the hard reality that their bodies had now become one, making my blood boil with hatred for her rapists. He started a rhythm with his hips, going in and out at a steady pace, clearly enjoying her pussy. I could tell by his breathing and his silence, his entire body felt what his penis was making him feel, full bliss. His eyes paying attention to what his cock was doing. Every so often, he would grind into her with circular motions, inter- twinning their pubes together, creating a dense carpet, where no skin was shown. Afterwards, he would withdraw, so I could see the tip of his penis, showing how wet she was becoming. His penis glistening, his pubes getting matted down with her moisture, his balls starting to drip, creating a small puddle on the bed sheet. He proceeded to fuck her for about twenty minutes, slowing at times, to hold off his pending orgasm. Suddenly he grabbed her hips, starting a much harder thrusting motion, pulling her closer with each thrust, entering her as deep as he could go. He looked at me, his whole body now wet with sweat, smiling, "You ready for me to give you a sibling? My balls are aching to release this baby batter" I said "fuck you", even though my words were muffled and not understood. "Was that a yes?" "OK then, I'll do my best to knock up this bitch of yours". His lust took over and he started thrusting as hard as he could. The sheets getting wetter with each thrust. I know my mom had not been with any man since dad passed away, but I guess, her body was just responding naturally. Soon his breathing was rapid and short. He started clenching his teeth together, his body started to tremble. I saw his dick getting harder and swelling in circumference. My mom's labia now a deep crimson and puffed out. I knew he would soon be unloading in my her. He then threw his head back, his eyes rolling back in the sockets. His thrusting accelerated to a fever pitch, then a loud groan, his whole body in convulsions, his hips and dick pushing in as hard as he could, spewing his semen deep inside her. Moaning "FUUUUCK", he stayed inside of her for about a minute before slowly withdrawing, his cock still pulsing. A thread of cum was attached from my mom's pussy to the swollen head of his dick. His cum started leaking slowly out of her. Looking at me, with a "fuck you" in his expression, he smiled and said "You're welcome".