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Copyright (C) 1999, Mkarl. ALL Rights Reserved
Date of first publication in Mr Double's Palisade :
Monday PM, July 26, 1999
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A Palisade Author story from MrDouble's archive,
Filename: teacher.txt
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A Teacher Mom In Trouble
By Mkarl
After New Man
Giving credit where credit is do:
The inspiration for this tale has to go to a hot little story entitled
Teacher Wife by New Man. I only discovered it last week but it has got me off
several times already as I just think it is one of the most erotically
hilarious stories ever written. Taste as beauty is in the eye of the beholder
but I recommend anyone who is interested to check out the original if they can.
You can e-mail me for the address or a copy if you wish at mkarl@mrdouble.com.
Feel free to express any opinions on this or any other of my works at the same
time as I am actively soliciting e-mail and will correspond with anyone who
wishes.
Teacher Wife was a story told through the eyes of a husband of his wife
falling victim to the horny desires of six of her teenage students. The enable
was absolutely an inspired stroke of genius, as a school project was combined
with a helping of drugs and alcohol to ensure that the wife gave the kids the
experience they were wanting.
I am going to keep the school project and the use of drugs almost exactly
as originally presented in concept but really try to expand on them into a
major focal point in my own story as they are what was hilarious to me in the
original. Everything else is an mkarl original as it is my Mom and the guys I
grew up with taking care of the action. The story goes through my eyes and as
usual the story will be open ended with the baby on the way [oops!]
And now the main event:
I don't feel sorry. If my dad leaves her so what. Mom should not have
made me so horny. She deserved it. She gets all the guys so fucking horny that
we had to do it. Tyrone had the plan but we all knew Mom was so stupid that it
would work perfect. They thought I would not want to fuck her too, but so what
if she is my Mom? I am not dead. I know the perfect fuck when I see her as well
as any of those horny bastards so I took my turn. I mean she is my Mom and the
family wrecked was mine so I deserved to have my go at Mom as well as a copy of
the videotape to enjoy any time I like.
I know I am rambling but I want everyone to know I don't care if Mom is
knocked up or not. I realized no one will know who I am or my Mom and actually
that is the only way I am able to rant about our day with Mom as our fuck-toy
because dad has no idea it even happened. Even Mom's recollection of the first
time is almost nil because of the drugs and alcohol but she is now fully aware
that the baby on board is black and it is too late to convince dad that it was
rape so he will be leaving the picture with the impression that she was a slut
fucking around on him. What a laugh that will be. I will miss dad of course but
Mom brought everything on herself and having her life so totally fucked-up is
worth any dad.
I want everyone to be able to understand why I did it. I am no monster or
freak. I am just your typical all-americain-thirteen-year-old-next-door type of
kid that has his needs and just also happens to have my own mother as my
English teacher. As luck has it the class is predominantly comprised of several
of the sports heroes of our community and as is usually the case, the lads in
question are all persons of color. I am pretty athletic myself and am accepted
more or less as one of the niggers when we hang out so that is how they got
involved in my tale.
Mom is the personification of the liberal, bleeding-heart,
save-the-world, purer-then-snow ultimate do-gooder. She is very book smart but
has no fucking clue the way she drives the kids insane with her hot body in
those prim and proper teacher dresses. My good friend Tyrone confided in me at
the beginning of semester that he had wood for my Mom. He got all apologetic if
it offended me but I told him I would be into that. We both had a good laugh
and spent the year trying to figure out how to make it happen. Then Tyrone got
a hold of the Ecstasy.
The stuff is fucking legal. Can you believe it. I mean on it's own
ecstasy just makes a person a little more friendly while confusing them and
drying them up but Tyrone explained it to me that if we could feed enough of it
to Mom then her taste would get distorted enough we would be able to get her
bombed on alcohol before she even knew she was being raped. He told me that a
group of the guys wanted in on the fun and they could do it without me if I
would be too embarrassed. Yeah right.
The final piece of the pie was the most perfect one of all. Tyrone had
received an assignment from Mom herself to do a consumer testing style
interview. It would be the way to get Mom high as long as she was so
predictable and would fall helplessly into our delicious little trap. I
approached Mom with the bait.
"What does he want?"
"He needs us to be his interview subjects Mom."
"He is suppose to interview Sarah."
"She is not available Saturday, Mom. Tyrone really needs a good mark. You
know he is in danger of failing the class."
"I am quiet aware of that but I can't show favoritism."
"He doesn't need it Mom. You should see how clever he is. He even is
renting a video-camera to make the interview real. He bought crackers and
everything."
"Wow. That is a lot more then was assigned. It sounds like he should get
a wonderful mark."
"He really needs to try the interview just so he won't be nervous in
class."
"Why don't you do it Michael.?"
"I am going to help him with the video Mom. Come-on. Dad is away all
Saturday. You are not doing anything else."
"All right Michael. I do want Tyrone to do well. It would be better if
his partner reversed with him but I guess they can do it during study period on
Monday."
"Thanks Mom. You don't know how happy he is going to be."
Tyrone was able to get everything we needed. He had enough ecstasy to
drug an elephant. We had the video camera for the day and Tyrone had handcuffs
and a ball-gag in case things didn't go as planned. According to everything on
the Internet that we could find, once the Ecstasy started kicking in then Mom
would get dizzy and thirsty. We planned to use her confusion to get her tied-up
if possible. Ideally the combination of Ecstasy and alcohol would turn her into
a slut ready for anything but we were committed to a full scale rape if that is
what it would take.
Mom was in a school dress when Tyrone came over which was strange for a
Saturday as she was normally more casual around the house. I guess she wanted
to maintain as much authority as possible. I half wondered if Mom was concerned
having a young black stud in the house with her without her husband around if
things got out of hand.
I set the camera up on the tripod and waited while Tyrone joined Mom on
the couch. He was so excellent that Mom just ate him up as the serious student
only trying to better himself.
"Now Mrs. Knight, as you know I am conducting market research to
determine consumer preference to several brands of crackers. I will need to
have you try several samples and then honestly evaluate the merits of the
product for taste, texture and visual presentation. I know the crackers will
make you quiet thirsty so I have lots of water here for you."
"I don't need to eat the crackers Tyrone. This is just pretend
interviewing."
"But I made this spread and everything special for you Mrs. Knight."
"Yeah but "
"Mom he went to a lot of trouble. Doesn't it look good. It will just be a
few crackers."
"Well okay. I guess so but in class, Tyrone all that Sarah will need to
do is make up answers as the crackers are not important."
[Crackers. It is funny to me that cracker is the white equivalent to the
term nigger. Aren't words wonderful?]
We needed to get Mom started on the Ecstasy and with no guarantees as to
just how much we would be able to feed her, Tyrone went right for a specially
prepared cracker as his first choice.
"Is this potato salad? Did you make it yourself or did your Mom help."
"I made it all myself mam. It would please me if you ate it all."
I zoomed the camera onto Mom's face as she took the first Ecstasy tablet
crushed onto the cracker. "So was it Mrs..Knight."
"It was quiet unusual. Good though. I never tasted potato salad with
quite that flavor. I guess the cracker is what is important though. It was
quiet bland. Without the salad I would not have fancied it at all. The shape
was utterly unappealing and the texture was dry."
"I will give you a Ritz next. I have one with more salad I would love you
to sample Mrs. Knight."
"It is a good thing that crackers are not very fattening. If I am going
to be eating them all for your whole half hour presentation then I could get
quite fat."
"Oh no Mrs.. Knight. You are perfect. A million crackers could not
destroy that body."
"Why thank you Tyrone." The blush on Mom's face was priceless but a look
filled her eyes that told me Tyrone better cool it until the drugs started to
take effect. Tyrone passed Mom the Ritz cracker loaded with the Ecstasy
enriched potato salad which she completely ate. Mom had always been partial to
potato salad and the choice of it enabled us to get large quantities of Ecstasy
into Mom's stomach before she had much food to slow down the absorption
process. Still we were going to have to prolong things before Mom would get
more manageable so we had arranged for Jerome to call the house with his own
project related problem.
We had just fed Mom her third cracker when she got the call. Tyrone and I
kept our voices down as we celebrated how perfect things were going. We had
thought she would want to be eating plain crackers at first but we figured five
or six more and she would be so overdosed that we would have to back off or
start to risk damaging her. Deaths do to Ecstasy are rare but I saw at least
one report and I knew we had to be careful.
Jerome kept Mom on the phone for twelve minuets. She tried to break off
but Tyrone and me told her to take her time as we could wait. I saw Mom wipe
her brow and saw a trickle of sweat. Jerome finally asked to talk to me and I
told him to start over with the guys. I saw Mom dad herself again and told
Jerome she was already sweating and we would start getting her drunk. I saw
Tyrone signal me and gave him a nod. It was a little faster then we had
anticipated but Mom was almost ready for step two.
Tyrone fed Mom a Keebler cracker next and we waited as she gave her
opinion. Mom's voice actually slurred a little. Tyrone asked her if she was
feeling okay. She said she was thirsty so Tyrone poured her a glass of bottle
water. Mom mentioned it tasted funny and we told her it was flavored mineral
water. We had Mom set up for everything.
"Mrs. Knight, next we need to perform a blind test. As you know sight can
be a big influence on a person and all we really want in a taste test. Would it
be okay if I put my tie around your eyes."
Without the effects of the Ecstasy I can not imagine Mom agreeing to it.
I mean maybe she would have but the request only made sense in the context of a
true test not a mock interview but there was Mom nodding her head and Tyrone
putting the tie in place.
"Are you still thirsty Mrs.. Knight?"
"Yes please."
I quickly mixed her a rye and water. I had studied that Ecstasy affected
the sense of taste but this was pushing things as Tyrone handed the drink to my
Mom.
"Is this water?"
":Yeah Mom."
"It tastes funny. I have never tried bottle water before. It is different
then that first one right?"
"Yeah Mom. Tyrone only has one bottle of cherry and more of this one. It
is okay isn't it?"
"Maybe you could get be some tap water." Mom's voice was really getting
slurred.
"Okay Mom, later. The tape is rolling so we better finish."
"I kind of feel dizzy boys. I don't know why. Maybe we should finish."
She almost sounded like she was pleading.
"No Mrs.. Knight. Here I will give you another drink."
Mom finished the rye and water.
"If you are not feeling well maybe we should go to the final stage of the
test. I will put the crackers in your mouth so you can't feel them or see them.
Then we will really know the best cracker. Put your arms behind your back and I
can tie them so you will not be tempted to touch anything."
Tyrone motioned for the handcuffs. I was fearful he had gone too fast but
to my very pleased eyes I quickly saw Mom submissively comply in her drugged
little stupor. The main effect of Ecstasy is to loosen one's inhibitants and
make them more socially accommodating. Maybe Mom wanted to be our play toy. As
Tyrone snapped on the cuffs it was all irrelevant anyhow because she was long
past the point of being able to escape the fucking she had coming.
We still had a few minuets before the guys would be at the party so
Tyrone took out the bottle of Ecstasy tablets and told Mom to open her mouth. I
focused in to catch everything as the nigger put the pill on Mom's lips and
told her to eat it. "What was that?" She chewed and swallowed it but was still
alert enough to worry it was no cracker.
"I have the crackers in the same shape so you will not be able to tell
which is better. Open your mouth again."
Mom obeyed her new master and Tyrone placed another pure pill into Mom's
mouth letting his black finger linger in her open mouth for the camera. Mom ate
the pill.
"I am so thirsty."
"I will hold the bottle for you. Drink all you can."
Tyrone put the mouth of the rye bottle to Mom's mouth and started to pore
it in. The numbness of Mom's mouth from the effect's of the Ecstasy had her
dribbling out of both sides of her mouth as Tyrone just seamed intent on
pouring the whole bottle down her throat. Mom started pulling back and still
the nigger tried to keep the bottle in her mouth.
"No more. Please."
Mom sounded so helpless. My cock was rock hard. It was all we could do to
wait for the gang but they must have ran all the way to my house as there was
the knock at the door. Mom asked to be released but Tyrone just told her I
would get it. Deon was practically shouting he was so excited as he asked me
how many pills she had taken. I told him to calm down. I quickly told them we
had her eating the pills straight as we went to the living room. Mom knew
others were with Tyrone and me.
"Michael. I am not feeling good. Please let me go."
"Not yet Mom. You need another "cracker."
Toby actually said he wanted to see her eat a pill. Mom had to hear him.
It did not really matter but it was still careless. I wanted to tell him how
stupid he was but there was no time as Tyrone was already getting the pill out.
Everyone tried to get a good view as he told her to open her mouth. I guess Mom
was finally catching on as she shook her head and kept her mouth shut. There
was no need to delay things since everyone was in place so Tyrone just pinched
her nose. When Mom ran out of breath he stuffed the pill in and covered her
mouth so she could not spit it out. "How did that one taste Mrs. Knight?"
The combination of Ecstasy and Rye had Mom confused but not totally
stupid yet. It was pretty clear even to her the trouble she was in with a
roomful of boys, blindfolded and bound. She had to have put two and two
together with the way she felt and Toby's slip of the tongue along with the
show of force by Tyrone to realize she was drugged and I was in on it. I would
have given my left arm to taste Mom's panic as her confused little brain got
the picture at last.
"Michael, let me go." She tried to sound so tough but she was almost
crying. "Your the project now Mom. The kids all have a lot to learn today. You
want the kids to learn right Mom?"
"Boy's please why are you doing this?"
Poor stupid Mom. That is what looking too cute will get a girl. Maybe
sex-education was not her field but we all knew she would be able to fill the
bell far better then Mr. Hogan ever had. If she really was a caring teacher she
should be grateful to be of such a valuable assistance in the learning process
of human reproduction.
"Don't pretend you don't want it Mrs. Knight. Michael knows the truth. He
sees the way "Mommy" makes eyes at the niggers. I told him how you pressed
against me when I asked you to explain that word last week and pressed your
tits against me."
"That is not true."
"You want this. Every white bitch want's the nigger experience."
"Don't use "that" word."
"What word?"
"It is not proper." Fuck Mom was funny. She was about to get herself
raped and she was hung up on "nigger."
Tyrone thought it was funny too. "You thought "it" before. You are too
proper too say it. Are you afraid to hurt my feelings. You stupid cracker. I
love being black. Everyone knows that we are better then you. Honky rednecks
are just scared. Are you scared. Once you go black you never get back."
"Michael I am you Mom. Please Michael stop this. No one will know."
"Lots of people are going to know Mom. Everyone is here. Have you ever
had twelve guys before. You are not getting away so don't be stupid and we can
all have a lot of fun."
Leroy has always been a real jerk and he was the first one to put his
hands on my Mom. He sat on the couch opposite of Tyrone and reached for the
zipper on Mom's dress. When Mom tried to struggle to her feet, Leroy took her
hair and Tyrone put his arms around her waist. Mom did not scream. It could
have been the drugs or just her not thinking there was any use.
Leroy and Tyrone pulled Mom's dress forward to expose her brassiere. It
was just a white simple cross your heart but to me the symbolism of the first
act of sexuality was a Kodak Moment and I was as pleased as punch to have it on
camera.
"Standup bitch," Leroy ordered my Mom. I saw the flash as he pulled out a
knife to cut her dress from around her arms. Mom whimpered so sexy so scared.
The Ecstasy and rye had her swaying slightly but she knew she was being raped
and felt it. Leroy wanted her to feel the blade.
"Be careful Mrs.. Knight. We would not want this knife to slip. It feels
cold against your belly. It is time for us to see those tits. I bet your
nipples are hard. I see them sometimes. You don't always were a bra to school
do you. The boys want to see your tits now don't you all."
The room filled with cries in the affirmative and Leroy took the honor of
using the knife to slice Mom's bra off. With her hands securely cuffed behind
her back Mom had no choice but to stand in front of us all on her wobbly knees,
baring her breasts in utter humiliation. Tyrone took a squeeze and Mom gasped
as he pinched both her nipples between his rough fingers.
"Make'em hard" and "she likes it" type chants filled the room. Mom's
mouth moved as if trying to say something but no words came out. I looked to
her face to see if the tears had started yet. The sense of betrayal to her must
have been overwhelming to be posed in front of her students stripped to nothing
but panties and stockings and to have her own videoing it like a cheap porno.
Leroy held her by the hair so she would not fall over and ran the knife along
her body.
"Quit hogging her. I want to kiss." It was Tank. At two hundred and fifty
pounds of mostly meat no one was going to deny our star tackle. Tank had a real
shot at the NFL and was kind of a fool to be taking part in the rape but he had
been hot for Mom's ass from day one and was going to have his satisfaction.
Tyrone and Leroy moved off letting Tank take Mom in his massive arms. He
spun her so the camera could catch his big black hands on her ass. He felt her
up trough her cotton panties and pressed his big lips full onto my mother's. He
looked like he could crush her with those huge black hands. It was a beautiful
image for the camera full of implied intimidation and outright wickedness with
the chrome handcuffs, the white panties and all the black.
Jerome had the next go at my Mom. He went right for her neck to give her
a hickey. The loose plan was to try to keep everything secret from my dad.
Hickeys were going to be hard to explain. Jerome told my Mom how he was going
to fuck her cunt with his big black cock. He told her she wanted it and to kiss
him to prove it. Mom kissed him.
I almost felt disappointed that Mom was not crying. I knew that the
Ecstasy would have her as agreeable as she would ever be but this was rape. She
was going to get black bred not to mention the outrage of being had my her own
son. I could not believe she really wanted it but her fighting was so week. She
was barely protesting at all to be our little nigger play-toy. I was actually
believing she liked it when Deon was the first to try to force her to her
knees.
"Stop. Let me go. Your hurting me." She probably thought she was
screaming but her senses were so muddled through the drugs and drink that it
sounded comical and a couple of the guys broke up which had us all laughing our
fool heads off. Deon looked ridiculous giggling like a school girl while trying
to look menacing with a good pull of Mom's hair and his nine inch erection
about to secure penetration.
"Open wide bitch," Deon finally managed to spit out and then the room got
serious. Things were past the point of last return.
Mom was actually as easy as any whore would have been. In the back of a
guy's mind we always think are Mom's are special. Even when we want to fuck
them a Mom is always larger then life in the boy's own mind but all I could
think of as I saw that long black cock slide between her pretty red lips and
deep into her wet willing mouth was that Mom was a slut. I mean what type of
bastard does it make me to actually rape my own Mom and then blame her for
being raped? It is something I have to think about but then I am only writing
all this to prove I don't care anyhow so I am glad Mom got her first nigger
cock. She had probably never had anything so big before and it thrilled me to
hear her gag as Deon secured deeper penetration.
"Give me the camera Michael. I want to do it like that fucker in the
video's that makes the bitches look like sluts when they suck. I am taking off
the blindfold so the camera gets her eyes while I choke the bitch."
Mom was a certainly a sight in her drug induces stupor trying to accept
that thick, long black cock between her pretty red lips and deep into her wet
mouth. She blinked her eyes as they readjusted to sight. It was only a wonder
what thoughts filled her confused little brain as she was forced to look into
the merciless face of her once trusted student as he educated her on what he
had really thought of her all along. The realization must have hit home as we
were all rewarded with the first solitary tear down Mom's cheek.
Excited chatter of "suck it bitch" and "choke the cunt" filled the
background as Deon made the big play for total penetration. Still aiming the
camera directly down onto the obscenely distorted image of my Mom's violation,
Deon pushed it home. "Come on Mrs.. Knight. You are going to have a lot of
cock. If you can't handle my nine inches what the fuck are you going to do with
Mustafa? You better learn to take it deep-throat with me or he will be the last
face you ever see."
The psychological imagery of Mom getting choked out that way was pretty
powerful to me and the guys as well but the effectiveness on my Mom was minimal
at best considering her level of clear thinking was pretty much reduced to just
a dim awareness of being raped and the pathetic little mustering of her totally
inane pleadings for us to release her.
"Please boys no more please why?....no, please please michael, please."
It was more then enough to get on all our fucking nerves. Every time
someone pulled out of her mouth it was please, please, please. Tyrone finally
had to fucking slap her face and tell her to shut the hell up. No one cared. We
were going to fuck her all day long. We were going to video tape everything.
She could either have her career ruined or she would learn to be the slave we
all wanted. Tyrone hit her so hard it was obvious she would be sporting a
shiner the next several days around school.
We had not really established the level of violence we were going to put
to my mother. The goal of course was the long term enslavement of her to out
perverted desires. My dad was the major complication. Ideally I would have
loved to see my mother beaten black and blue; whipped until she acknowledged
her nigger masters; tattooed from head to toe in all of the most appropriate
spots with the most suggestive and obscene labels imaginable; and of course
knocked up so fucking big she would show from a mile away, but reality had to
temper the fantasy. I had made the allowance that my Mom would have her hair
pulled until she might think we were ripping it from her head but the strikes
from our hands would have to be limited to her face and possibly her stomach if
she had got really bitchy. We needed to allow the excuse that she had took a
stumble down the stairwell like the stupid girl she is if dad got inquisitive
and the bruises we applied to her pretty white body needed to be consis with
such an excuse.
Tyrone got off on the first slap of my mother"s face and hit her again.
"Do you understand bitch? We own your white ass. No one cares. No one is going
to let you go. Michael doesn't care. He has a hardon. YOUR OWN SON HAS A HARDON
BITCH. How does that make you feel Mrs.. Knight. Michael wants you knocked-up
and we are going to do that for him. We are going to breed you bitch. That is
what is making your kid hard. He loves his Mommy and knows you will have a
proper young nigger that will color your family good and proper. You can be a
lifetime slave to all your children. That is what excites Michael. It is time
for you to see how hard you excite your own child."
Tyrone yanked Mom's hair and pulled her off balance. Either Mom was too
stubborn to let herself be led to me of the Ecstasy inspired dizziness knocked
her off balance. In either event the result was the powerfully erotical image
of my good friend dragging my half-naked white mother by her hair, face first
across the rug like some primitive cave girl to drop her helplessly at my feet.
I felt like some fantastic animal about to rip the insides of its still kicking
prey as I reached down and took my own pull of my mother's long hair.
Words failed me as my mother's painful whimper of getting yanked up to
her knees by her own son just sent a jolt through my gut that felt like a
lightning strike had welded me to the floor. My cock had never been so fully
erect which admittedly was a major blessing in the company of so many who
drawfed my size in comparison. My violation of my mother would never compete on
a size by size comparison but I somehow feel that size was not what counted
most that day. As I mustered every feeling of hostility and sexual frustration
by mother ad ever inflicted upon me the obvious became self evident. For my Mom
who had done everything for me and had lived her whole life only for the
service of good, the ultimate betrayal upon her by the one person she loved
more then life itself was the final destruction of all that she had been.
Even the drugs and alcohol could not allow for her acceptance at the
utter degradation of being gagged on the cock of her own son. The tears flowed
freely as I rubbed salt into the wound finally finding my voice to tell her
what a filthy Mommy-cunt and whore she was. I told her she have loved to nurse
me as a baby and I was going to own her tits again. I boasted I was better then
my father and ordered her to repeat it but even as I pulled her hair all the
responds I could get was her blubbering. I was the first of us to toss my load.
I wanted the child to be black so there was no point to save my soldiers for
the big lottery and I just let her have it on the face taking care to try to
get as much into her eyes as I could. My mother was a first class turn-on as
the volume of my wad was as good as I had ever managed. Saving up had paid off
and everyone made their comments on what a wet soaking I had put to my mother.
I held her up by the hair like a fisherman with the catch of the hile Deon
documented the evidence. Tyrone was good enough to take a few stills as he
obscenely added they would make good posters for my bedroom walls. Leroy got
off the best crack with his idea to turn the image of my mother's face glazed
like some fucking donut with my wet load of sperm into actual wall paper and do
my whole house.
And I thought I was the sickest puppy I knew.
When our first video tape reached the end, we realized that it was time
for the main event. I took over camera operations again while we took Mom to
her bedroom for the breeding. We had one last game that had always been a
personal favorite to me. I explained it myself to Mom that it would not be
right to a child to be brought into the world as a bastard so before she could
be bred we would first have our own little divorce and "white"-wedding
ceremonies.
I told the guys what drawls to fetch the props from and then played
master of ceremonies to my Mom's total despair. First to go was the video she
had arranged to have transferred from film of her initial ceremony to my
father. We needed a new tape for the camera so Jerome held Mom up for the
camera while I put the precious video into the camera to begin to tape over it.
Jerome told her to smile and gave her a good yank to open the scene just as I
pressed record and called for action.
My mother's wedding album was produced for destruction next. Pictures are
the memories of our lives and hold special significance to a sentimentalist
like my mother. My desire was to burn them all at once but that would have been
highly impractical. I took a couple of her most cherished shots from the day
and had Tyrone scissor my dad out of the picture. The new supply of tears told
us she got the message and so I just told her then album would be burned at the
trash yard later.
To dispose of Mom's wedding certificate and the ultimate symbolism of the
ring, I desired a far more personal humiliation of my mother. The guys were
admittedly not as into it as I was but she was my Mom that I was allowing them
to breed so my wish was honored by all. The certificate went first, draped over
her face to await its special preparation. Then as I filmed the ceremony each
and every nigger except Tyrone took his turn at a piss onto my mother's face.
The certificate took the brunt of the urinal onslaught but a boy's aim being
what it is, Mom looked a sight when Adam was the last to shake off on her
piss-drenched face. The paper had to almost be peeled from her as soaked as it
was. In a way Mom should have been grateful we softened it so for her because
my requirement was to have her eat it and I put the camera in focus for a close
up as Adam stuffed it home. He kept a hold of her chin to force her to chew and
prevent her from spitting it out until she managed to swallow
The only way to top the scene was for the ultimate filth of the rings
fate. In my fantasies I think the perfect concept would have been to force Mom
to return the ring to my father with the message of what she now thought of it
in her new life as a nigger slave but with my dad unavailable the recipient of
the disgustingly prepared ring was to be my mother herself. I missed out on who
had taken the dump but the toilet was ready so I followed Adam to the bathroom
with camera in hand. Leroy got into the picture ordering my mother to give up
her ring before he broke her finger. She cried out loud enough I thought the
aggressive bastard had made good o the threat but then so what. Bones heal but
the mental cruelty of what was done next would scar her for life. "Now be a
good girl and put the ring into the shit to show the camera what you think of
your marriage."
Mom tried to refuse and Leroy got to take a turn on my mother's face. "Do
it Mrs.. Knight. Put that ring into the shit with your dainty white hands or I
will beat the fuck out of you."
As Leroy almost took her head off someone told him to cool it so as to
not damage the merchandise. I did not have that problem and was thrilled to see
the third commanding slap that finally forced Mom's compliance. My ultimate
idea was for Mom to take the shit-filthied ring and force dad to eat it but the
plan was changed now to just have Mom flush the toilet with her own free will.
Having her eat it would have been more obscene but we still had to fuck the
bitch and none of us were too keen on dirtying her up so much first. Mom's hand
shook just a tremble as she watched the former symbol of her life flush down
the toilet. It was so poignant.
I would have died satisfied at that point but the boys were still
building to the rape and before I knew it we were stuffing Mom into her wedding
dress. It was something of a family heirloom serving three generations of
brides but unless the next will be an ultra slut the line ends at my mother's
"white"-wedding. Leroy took the pleasure himself, but showed surprisingly good
skill at altering the dress with his knife into a piece suitable for the
occasion.
Mom had saved the panties from her wedding day but that was a pleasure I
reserved for myself as Mom's final treasures took their first display for us
all but only long enough to strip of the white cotton respectability of her
first pair and step her into the sheer naughtiness of the silken choice she had
made all those years prior. "Dad must have thought you were a whore huh Mom?
You sure look like one dressed so slutty."
Tyrone had got into my dad's suit and took his place with my mother while
we took out the family bible for her to exchange the vows with. Being as
religious as she was the acted sacrilege was a nice touch to my sensibilities.
When Jerome pronounced them master and slave he informed Tyrone that he could
now own his woman and Tyrone put Mom once more to her knees as the final piece
of my fantasy. I guess it shows a little racism on my part even though my best
friends are all black but the symbolism of animals claiming territory by
pissing just screams at me to have Mom's ownership as a nigger slave officiated
with a piss into her mouth by her master.
Mom either wrecked the scene or made it depending on your view when she
was unable to hold it down. She brought up most of the certificate too. Leroy
wanted her to eat it again but was quickly outvoted and told what a sick-fuck
he was. We paused as Mom was sprayed clean with the shower hose and then it was
baby time.
The new hubby had drawing one to win the lottery. Tyrone was probably
twice again the size of my dad and despite his prior experience he found Mom
tight to enter. Mom made one last beg off for us to spare her and then the next
sound was the best scream she could muster as Tyrone achieved penetration. We
just let her make her noise as she was slurred enough that the screams were
barely half volume and the house is built well enough so as to guarantee no
interference by the neighbors. Mom could scream herself hoarse and she was
still going to be raped and bred. Tyrone's powerful muscled ass pounded his
potent weapon into Mom's target of love until the bomb was released. Full
saturation of his potent seed into her fertile unprotected womb was a total
success. The room seemed to enjoy a collective sigh of relief at the final
achievement of victory as though our last fear of failure was dispersed with
Tyrone's triumphant orgasm into my defeated mother.
Tyrone barely moved off before the bang began. Jerome, Leroy, Devon,
Adam, Leon, Toby, ect, ect. The names blended together as much as the bodies in
the see of humanity that swarmed my mother's bed to take use of her sex.
Everyone wanted a go before Mustafa ruined her.
I pause now to pay honor to my god. If you ever saw those faked pictures
of the black dude with his cock down to his knee you would swear it must have
been Mustafa. I mean that is an exaggeration of course but the truth is we
measured the monster at seventeen inches from base to tip. It was not as wide
as my arm because I am a good sized kid but it was probably close in thickness
to my Mom's own wrist. He had always been concerned that a bitch would run when
she took her first look but now as Mom was held in place he was to have his
first pussy.
Mustafa had not yet enjoyed my mother's talents and a dick his size
required a lot of blood for full erection so he began his assault taking
straddle of her head and plopping it down onto her face. It must have felt like
getting hit with a baseball bat. I think Mom would have screamed if she was
still able. Her eyes crossed as she tried to come to comprehension in her
drugged daze at the enormity of the monster she had to battle next.
Mustafa slid back and pushed my mother's breasts around his dick while
still reaching her mouth with his head. It awed us all into silent worship.
"Suck me bitch," the black god commanded his helpless white victim.
To say Mom was choked on that cock as the action progressed is as
understated as saying the Titanic his a little ice cube. It almost became a
possibility that Mom was to be expired in her forced efforts to do deep-throat.
I was on the verge of panic and about to interfere in the kids' desires to bury
it ball-deep between Mom's red lips when he thankfully reached the obvious
conclusion himself. Mom sucked the breath in at the last possible instant as
Mustafa slid the snake out.
Tyrone nudged me in the ribs. "He is going to ruin your Mom for white
cock forever now."
I shot back that he was a pencil himself before the awesome meat of
Mustafa and then we joined in the silent awe of the mount of Mom's cunt. The
scream I expected had been suffocated from her by the previous acts but the
response of her body still spoke the tale. From her curled toes to the
involuntary spasm arching her back, it was clear Mom knew she was filled to
capacity.
It was a surreal Moment as Mustafa had his go at the lottery as to who
would breed my mother. The rape was to continue on for several hours with some
taking third and fourth turns upon my mother. The obligatory multiple
penetrations and gymnastic team-ups all filled us with glee but for my purposes
Mustafa's climax is as good a point as any to wrap up this tale.
Mustafa's sheer size ensured pain and for me to cum into my underwear as
he ruined my mother was just so appropriate. I did not fuck her myself that day
but I did not need too. It is unlikely my sperm would have did the job but I
could not risk it. My satisfaction was going to my Mom as she laid passed out
from the ordeal after the boys had left and just snuggling with the well fucked
slut. I rested my head on her now bred belly and drifted to sleep myself. She
would not wake for several hours and there would be time enough to have her
understand and accept her new life on the "morrow but as I watched the cum
puddle between her legs from her filled cunt, I slept the sleep of the truly
blessed as I had fulfilled the ultimate fantasy to see my Teacher Mom in
Trouble.
Epilogue
I hope the story did not disappoint. I am not sure I satisfied my own
taste for the seduction scene to really get across the betrayal to my Mom but
then I am well satisfied on how I hit my stride with the sex act. As I
mentioned in the prologue please give credit to New Man for the concept of
students using Ecstasy and alcohol to take advantage of their teacher, as well
as the very cute idea of a mock "consumer-testing" setting. I will be doing
this story again in a non-incest version from the eyes of the husband. If you
wish to see it when it is finished e-mail me for a copy at mkarl@mrdouble.com I
welcome any correspondence and will reply to all. Criticism is just as valid as
praise as I am trying to improve as a writer and need to what is working and
what is not. Look for my new series of dream imagery starting tomorrow with A
Child's Nightmares. It is a bit of a departure for me and I am anxious to see
how the style will be accepted.
Until then I am mkarl.
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