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Copyright (C) 1999, Mkarl. ALL Rights Reserved
Date of first publication in Mr Double's Palisade :
Saturday PM, June 19, 1999
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A Palisade Author story from MrDouble's archive,
Filename: sexmom2.txt
http://www.mrdouble.com
The Sex Slave Mommy
Part 2 by Mkarl
Michael thought of his mother as he sat at the kitchen table eating his
cereal. The boy felt the discomfort in the front of his pants and had to adjust
himself. 'It' had really happened. The boy had finally made his fantasy come
true and it had been wonderful.
If Michael felt any remorse at all for raping his mother, it certainly
was not evident by the bulge in the front of the boy's pants. The kid was going
to have to do something about his erection as soon as he finished his cereal.
Michael almost started to giggle as he tried to slurp down the last of
the milk from the cereal bowl. For most thirteen year old kids, an erection
meant sneaking to the bathroom for some masturbation but Michael was not going
to have to resort to anything so boring because his mother was, at that very
instant, laying bound and gagged in her bedroom.
The boy was living the ultimate wet-dream. It had all been so fucking
easy for the kid. Michael had arrived home straight from the last day of school
and had started the summer holidays with a sexual attack on his mother. The
rape itself had been more physical then the boy had anticipated. Michael always
had a desire to be dominant over his mother but he never realized how he would
get off on slapping her face and pulling her hair. Hearing his mother moan and
scream had also worked for the boy.
As Michael started back to his mother's bedroom he had to wonder just
where the evening session was going to take him.
Leta had been left to cry herself to sleep by her son Michael following
her afternoon rape. She was on her bed naked and secured with duct tape. Her
own son had fucked her. The boy had actually told her he was trying to knock
her up. The boy had first pissed in her mouth and then forced her to suck him
off. The young mother was humiliated but helpless to do anything about it.
After Michael had fucked his mother, it seamed for an instant that the
boy had regret. Leta had just a spark of hope that he had come to his senses.
The kid had satisfied himself with his second orgasm of the hour so the young
mother allowed herself the briefest hope that she was to be set loose despite
the boy's obscene comments that she was now a sex slave Mommy.
All of Leta's prayers were dashed as Michael had elevated her legs up
onto the bed board and secured them. The little bastard was adding the benefit
of gravity to help his 'boys' get the job done breeding her. With the tape over
her mouth and both her arms and legs secured all the comfort Leta could manage
was a few hours of sleep while her son recharged for rape number two.
"Wake up Mommy-cunt." Michael was full of confidence as he stood bedside
and started to drop his pants. He had always wondered if he would feel any
humility when the day finally arrived to be naked in front of a girl but now he
had no hesitation in revealing his readiness to have round two with his little
sex-slave.
The kid could not understand the gibberish from his mother's protesting
lips through her duct tape gag.
"What is the matter Mommy? I know you liked the fuck I gave you. Are you
trying to beg me to fuck you again? Don't worry Mommy. We can fuck all night. I
have planned to rape you for so many years but I knew daddy would punish me but
now he is dead so from now on I will rape you all of the time."
Michael was talking goofy nonsense but the truth was he did not know
exactly how to start on his Mom again. The boy was learning that a problem with
raping someone you love is that deep inside will always be an unwanted amount
of sympathy for the victim. Sure, the sight of his helplessly bound mother was
making his cock twitch and the fresh memories of her screams still played
lovingly in his head but she was the woman that helped him with his homework
and kissed his scraped knees too. Michael had to act or he was in danger of
loosing the Moment.
"You sucked my cock so good in the bathroom Mommy that you can do it
again. If you try to scream when I take off the tape or fight me in any way
then I will fucking hurt you really bad so just wait while I take the tape off
of you."
As the boy hurried out to the kitchen to grab a knife, his eyes caught
the camera on the cabinet. Michael still knew that he would have a problem
getting the photos developed but he wanted to capture the Kodak Moments as they
occurred. The kid was really going to need to force his mother to purchase a
video camera.
Leta saw the knife and the camera as her horny teenager returned to the
bedroom. She just had to wait as the boy cut her legs loose and then started
trying to cut the tape off of her head. It was too tight.
"Hold still Mom or I might cut you...I guess I will just have to peel the
tape off."
"Owwww. Baby, stop."
It did not matter to Michael if his Mom was asking him to stop pulling
the tape off of her hair or to stop the rape in general; he was not about to
stop doing either.
"What are you going to do now Michael?"
The boy thought his mother must truly be stupid if she really needed to
ask.
"I want you on your knees bitch." Michael pulled his mother off of the
bed and put her to her knees at his feet. The boy was consciously pleased that
his mother was measurably more cooperative then she had been in the bathroom
for his first blow job.
Maybe the young mother was temporarily out of tears or maybe just the act
of simply being forced to suck her son's cock could not measure up following
the true rape Leta had already endured but, in any case, Michael quickly had
his cock where he wanted.
It was just so natural to the boy. His mother had always been kissing him
over the years whenever he had an owie now she could comfort him by kissing his
most important part.
"I want you to kiss my cock Mommy. Show me that you love to be by
cock-sucking sex slave."
The boy had her by the hair. Leta had the slightest urge to just bite as
hard as she could but for as rotten as her brat was acting, she was still the
Mom. Then she was the Mom kissing her thirteen year old kid's cock.
"I knew you loved it Mommy. Lick it like a lollipop Mommy. I saw a movie
at Roland's house where I saw that girls can get all of the boy's cocks sucked.
I want to do that with you."
Leta was surprisingly cooperative as the blow job progressed. She let her
son control her by the hair as he had her run her tongue up and down the shaft
of his dick. She even submitted as Michael pushed her low enough to focus her
efforts on his balls. The boy seamed to have the greatest appreciation for her
tongue though and was constantly redirecting her back to licking him. She was
almost to the point of believing she would lick him to orgasm before the kid
got around to making good on his threat to force her to deep-throat.
"I know my cock is bigger then dad's was Mom. I hope I don't choke you
too much.
Leta just tried to relax herself as her son began to force himself in.
The truth is she had never managed to deep-throat before. She always started to
gag at about five inches. Her husband had never been a problem but, even going
back to her high-school sweeties, she had always been with a guy who would not
force the issue. Michael was going to be the first stud to get Leta operating
at full capacity.
"I am going to take a picture of my cock sticking in your mouth Mommy so
smile like a good cunt."
Leta really thought about biting as the brat snapped his shot. It was a
futile thought. She could no more harm her boy then she could take her life to
release her from her new fate as a sex slave Mommy.
"Now take me deep slut."
The kid's cock pushed deeper into the young mother's mouth then she had
ever had before. Leta started to gag but still the cock penetrated deeper. Just
as the mother feared the cock would go right through the back of her head, she
felt the boy's balls against her chin. Michael had his Mommy's mouth mounted to
full penetration.
"I just knew you were a hot cock-sucker Mommy. I tried to spy on you and
daddy one time when you did not know that I was awake. It was so fun to see
your cunt. It was the first time I knew that you did fucking but when you were
sucking daddy's cock I could not see because the chair was in the way. I love
to see your pretty face when you are sucking a hard cock. We are going to buy a
video camera and then I will always make movies of you sucking lots of cocks."
The boy was releasing the young mother off of his cock as he spoke and
after catching her breath she had to try to reason with the boy again.
"Michael, you know this is wrong. You are too young Michael. I am your
mother, not your wife. You have to let me go now. Maybe I can still get to the
doctor so I will not have to be pregnant."
"No Mommy. If you ever try to get rid of my baby then you will be
punished."
"Michael you know Mommy can not have an abortion but there might still be
time for something called a morning after pill."
"I am not going to ever let you go Mommy until you are getting really big
in your tummy. You have to have my baby. You need to be punished for even
talking about getting rid of it. In the movie I watched at Roland's, I know
that it hurts a girl for the boy to fuck her in the ass so get on the bed
bitch."
"Michael, no! I never had it like that."
"I want you to scream Mommy but if you try to be too loud I will have to
tape you again."
"Please don't put any more tape on my hair Michael. You have to free my
arms if you want me to stick my ass up or I won't have any balance sweety."
"I don't care Mommy. You will just try to get away if I untape you."
The boy had picked his mother up off of her knees by the hair and had
deposited her face down onto the bed. Now the kid was moving into position
trying to prop his mother up into a pyramid position. The mother-cunt must have
been truly apprehensive over giving up her ass because as cooperative as she
had been in sucking off the kid, she now was just the opposite it facilitating
the boy's new purpose.
"Owwww. Michael, my hair."
"Then stop wiggling you stupid bitch. If you don't hold your ass up then
I will just mount you lying down anyhow but I will fucking spank you so hard
that you will cry for a week. You are going to get fucked in your sexy little
Mommy-ass so hold it up."
Leta knew the bastard meant it. He would fuck her one way or another. He
would probably spank her ass regardless of whither she cooperated or not, now
that he had thought of it. She was beginning to finally learn who her son
really was. She just had to make sure she would not give him the satisfaction
of screaming as he sodomized her.
Michael was quite pleased as his mother firmed up below him. Her ass
looked mouth watering. The boy kept a grip of his mother's hair, just in case,
as he used his free hand to grasp his dick and guide it to her hole.
The resistance concerned the kid a little. It was not much like putting
it into his mother's cunt. The boy pushed harder and then he discovered the
magic of the asshole. She was so fucking tight. It was an amazing feeling on
his cock. As satisfying as the mental idea of humiliating his mother by ass
raping her was the actual sheer physical feel of wedging his stiff dick between
her firm buns and deep into her tight, constricting asshole was Nirvana.
Michael was afraid he was going to embarrass himself with an ejaculation.
He wanted to prolong his mother's punishment. The only disappointment to the
boy was he had not got the scream he wanted as he violated his mother's ass.
"Feel me Mommy. Suffer you little slut. You are going to have my baby. I
am going to fuck your ass hard to punish you."
Leta wanted to scream. It felt like she had always imagined. Her son was
amazingly well endowed for a kid so young. He was bigger then his father. She
had once read a magazine that described a girl loosing her anal virginity. She
could not tell if she was bleeding but from the discomfort she imagined she may
as well have been. Still, the young mother would not give her son the
satisfaction to hear her scream or even whimper as she took her ass fucking.
The boy pumped his own ass to power his cock in and out of his mother's
tightest opening. It seamed to get a little easier to thrust, almost as though
the young mother's body was instinctively adjusting to survive the unnatural
violation of her ass. Michael really could not care what the mechanics were
involved in ass fucking his mother, all he knew was he was having tremendous
difficulty holding back his money shot.
Finally, the boy could wait no more.
"I have some more cum to make sure you are knocked-up Mommy."
"Don't you dare Michael. Oh my god. You little bastard...Dooooon't."
Michael made the shift of holes and then started to shoot. His tricky
little mother collapsed her weight but the boy was ready and rode her down
while maintaining penetration to get his load home. It was time to tie the
bitch up again to give her some time to soak up the cum to fertilize her eggs.
The boy had been bored when the school taught him how to make babies but now he
was finally going to put some school learning to good use.
The boy finished binding his mother by pissing into a pair of her panties
and putting them into her mouth. He was considerate enough to take care to put
the tape under her hair as he secured her gag. His Mom would keep for the night
and the boy knew the next day would be a big one so it was time to sleep...maybe
his dreams might even star his sex slave Mommy.
Epilogue
From the author
I hope your enjoying the sex slave Mommy. It reflects my own tastes and
is admittedly shocking and offensive by the conventional standards of society.
If you have not already read part one, the story so far had depicted how a
thirteen year old boy decided to act on his sexual urges to enslave his mother.
The key scenes included the first blow job, some water-sport fun, and of course
the magical first fuck(breeding?) Now in part two I have decided to keep it
short and simple with the evening's events of another blow job and the ass
fuck. If all goes as planned, Michael plans to see if he can get one or two of
the neighborhood dogs into his house for his Mom. The boy also has a very
strong urge to see his mother completely fucked by some young blacks. If he can
take the time expect to read more shortly. Until then I am Mkarl.
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