Warning: You must be 18 or over to read stories of rape. If you do not like such stories or you do not understand the difference between reality and fantasy, please read no more. Rape is a heinous crime and the penalty is many years in prison. The people who commit rape are despised everywhere. No one is being hurt, and this is pure fantasy. In addition this particular story features characters under the age of 18 for parts of the story and also incest.
Note: This story may be familiar to some of you as I have posted it under different names on a couple of other sites. However due to posting restrictions on those sites they have had to be re-edited. This is the original uncut version.
A BIRTHDAY TREAT GOES WRONG (mF, M+F, drugged, rape, gang, incest, mom, son)
by Panthers70
Synopsis: A son gradually becomes more and more infatuated with his mother. He persuades her to give him a special present on his 18th birthday. That evening something happens that will change their lives forever.
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“What the hell!” I exclaimed, wondering what was happening. I rubbed my eyes and tried to get my brain into gear. Why was light streaming through my bedroom window when surely it was still the middle of the night?
My eyes slowly began to focus and I recognised the shapely figure of Helen, my mother, at the window opening the curtains. She looked incredibly sexy dressed in a long white T-shirt, which hung loosely over her voluptuous body and reached down to mid-thigh.
“Morning sleepyhead. Time for the birthday boy to rise and shine.”
Now usually I took ages to wake up properly, frequently needing to hit the snooze button of the alarm clock a couple of times, but today I was wide awake the instant I heard my mother’s voice, and felt a nervous anticipation of what might be about to happen. I still didn’t really believe it but was my dream just about to come true?
“It’s a big day for you today,” she said smiling, her hips swaying slightly as she walked towards me. “I suppose you haven’t changed your mind and you still want your special birthday present? I mean you’ve been asking for it now for so long.”
“Yes please mom. I can’t think of a better way to start the day.” I said, returning her smile.
“Well I hope you enjoy it,” she said, her sparkling eyes gazing down at me, “Happy eighteenth birthday darling.”
She bent forward and gave me a gentle motherly kiss on the cheek, then another, and another, as if she was teasing me. Seconds later she kissed me again, but this time it felt different, much more sexual and definitely not the motherly type any more. Her lips crushed down on mine and I felt her tongue press deep into my mouth. Her breath had a lovely peppermint taste to it.
Every nerve in my body was tingling as if a bolt of electricity had passed through me, I thought I’d died and gone to heaven. Here was my gorgeous mother giving me a wonderful deep French kiss on my birthday. What more could a young man want?
Our mouths remained locked together and I ran my hands through her hair as we continued to make out. One minute she was so deep in my mouth it felt like she was trying to push her tongue down my throat, and then the next my own tongue had been sucked into her mouth.
I was getting more and more aroused and, putting an arm around her waist, gently pulled her down on top of me.
“Whoa there Chris,” she said breaking our kiss. “Remember I am your mother.”
“Sorry mom,” I replied, “I just couldn’t resist.” However I noticed she hadn’t made any attempt to move away and our deep open-mouthed kissing session quickly resumed.
After a few minutes I plucked up enough courage to begin to softly caress her curvaceous body. My hand roamed gently up her back, from her hip right up to her neck and then back down to her hip again. There was still no reaction from her so I got a little more daring, allowing my hand to feel her lovely firm ass and then move up to a full round breast, cupping and squeezing her lovely soft flesh. I had just started to knead her breast little more forcibly when, much to my dismay, she pulled away and stood up.
“I-I think we’ve gone far enough darling,” she said a little flustered, as she wiped the saliva from her mouth and lips, “I hope you enjoyed your present.”
“You bet mom,” I replied, “it was the best birthday present you could have given me.”
“Okay, I’m going to have a shower now and then I’m off into town to do a bit of shopping. I’ll probably be back around lunchtime. Do you want anything?”
“Well, I think I could just about manage another kiss.” I said cheekily.
“Now, now! Don’t get greedy Chris!” she smiled teasingly, and with that she left closing the door behind her.
I was grinning like the cat who got the cream, as for the last twenty minutes or so I had been passionately kissing my gorgeous mother and had also managed to explore her magnificent body. Life was good. There was only one problem, my erect prick was sticking up against the sheet like a tent pole. While I attended to that problem I remembered back to the first time I had thought about my mother in a sexual way.
It was exactly three years ago on my fifteenth birthday. It was a hot summer evening and I was lounging around in the back garden with a few friends when I heard my mother’s car pull up in the driveway.
“Quick! Hide the beer.” I said, “Remember it’s supposed to be soft drinks only.”
A few minutes later she appeared at the back door dressed in a pair of faded blue jeans and a tight fitting sleeveless pink top.
“Hi Donny. Hi Kevin. Hi Steve. Are you all having a nice time? Can I get anyone a drink?”
“Yes please mom, four Cokes please.” I replied.
“Okay guys, back in a minute.” she said and then disappeared back inside.
“Wow Chris, your mom is looking really fit today.” said Donny.
“Too right!” Kevin agreed, “She’s definitely a MILF! I wished my mom looked like that, she’s smoking hot!”
“With her stunning body your mom could be a pornstar,” Steve said before quickly correcting himself as he noticed my scowl, “Er well I mean she could be a Playboy centrefold for sure.”
“Cut it out guys, that’s my mom you’re talking about.” Before I had a chance to say anything else she returned with the drinks. As she approached I noticed that their eyes never left her luscious body.
“Here you go,” she said, handing a can to each of us in turn. “I’d love to stay and chat, but I’m going to have to leave you guys to it as I’ve got some work to do. Have fun!”
My friends’ gaze returned to her body, checking her ass out as she walked back to the kitchen. Just as she reached the door she glanced back and said, winking at us, “Oh and by the way, don’t drink too much!”
Busted!
Then the comments started up again.
“What a hot body your mom has. I can’t believe I hadn’t noticed it before. I’d do anything get a feel of those tits.”
“Forget her tits, I’d love to have those long legs wrapped around me as I screwed her senseless.”
“God yes, I’d bang her so hard she wouldn’t be able to walk for a week!”
“Well if it was me I wouldn’t want her to walk for a week. I’d be fucking her all the time, day and night.”
I realised the lewd comments were fuelled by all the alcohol they were drinking, but it didn’t stop me getting angry with my friends. “Okay you bastards, that’s enough. Just shut the fuck up.”
With that things settled down and the rest of the evening passed uneventfully.
In bed that night I thought back to what Donny, Kevin and Steve had said. I was still annoyed at them for speaking like that about my mother, but at the same time in some perverse way I felt quite proud they found her so attractive that they wanted to fuck her, even though she was a woman over twenty years their senior.
I slowly began to look at my mother in a different way, gradually realising that my friends were right, she was hot. I had plenty of opportunity to watch her as we lived alone together since my father was killed in a car crash last year. Thankfully he had been a bit of a financial wizard and the insurance pay out set my mother up for life, which meant she didn’t have to go out to work and with me still living at home we spent a lot of time together around the house.
A daily run combined with twice a week gym workouts meant she kept herself in great shape with hardly any sign of any surplus fat on her fantastic body. She was about five feet seven tall, with full firm breasts, not overly large, but generous nevertheless, a nice flat stomach, wide hips, and long well-toned legs. She was a natural brunette but had recently dyed her shoulder length hair strawberry blonde, although you could still see her dark roots in places. She had lovely brown eyes, soft pouting lips, and her skin was still beautifully smooth with hardly any signs of ageing. Indeed, although she had just turned forty she could still easily pass for someone many years younger.
During the last couple of years I found myself becoming more and more infatuated with my gorgeous mother, taking every opportunity to check out her magnificent body. I’m just amazed that she didn’t catch me staring at her. Eventually just watching her wasn’t enough and I started to initiate physical contact between us, as much as I dared, just subtle little things. For instance I hugged her more often, loving the feel of her fabulous breasts pressed against me, and if she was washing dishes in the kitchen I would stand next to her and put an arm around her waist as we talked. I started giving her a peck on the cheek every time I came home, something I never used to do.
Eventually a few months ago it had got to the stage when I started fantasising about how it would feel to fuck my beautiful mother. I tried to imagine what it would be like to kiss her passionately, or to run my hands all over her shapely body, or maybe even the ultimate and actually bury my cock inside her. Although deep down I knew that she would never ever let me have sex with her, I wondered whether I could persuade her to do something else, maybe give me a nice long French kiss.
I knew that my mother loved me deeply and we had become very close since my father died. She totally spoilt me and as an only child I got pretty much everything I wanted. I decided to use that to try and convince her to give me the kiss as a special birthday present. So about six weeks ago my mother and I were sitting down at the kitchen table and we started chatting.
“Chris, have you decided what you want for your birthday yet?”
“Not really mom, I can’t really think of anything.”
“Come on, there must be something. It’s your eighteenth birthday, I’ve got to give you a special present.”
“Well, maybe there is one thing.” I paused for a second and then continued. “Er… No it doesn’t matter, it’s nothing.”
“Tell me. What does my darling son want?”
“Okay, what I want… what I want more than anything else is a kiss.”
“A kiss?” she laughed. “You can get one of those any time, I mean what special something do you want?”
“But a kiss would be special. I’m going to become an adult, so I want a proper adult kiss from my lovely mother.”
“You don’t want a kiss from your old mom. Be serious, what you really want?”
“I don’t want anything else mom, just a nice adult kiss from you to celebrate my special day.”
“Well that’s out of the question. Have a think and let me know what else you’d like.”
With that it went quiet, but now I had planted the idea in her mind. At least a dozen times during the next month she repeated the question, and each time I replied that the only thing I wanted was a kiss from my mom. When she still said no I pretended to sulk and told her if she didn’t want to give me a kiss not to bother getting me anything. Then a week ago she walked into the lounge while I was watching TV.
“Chris, are you watching anything special?” she said sitting down in the chair opposite me. “I’ve got something important to say to you.”
I turned the TV off wondering what I’d done wrong. “What’s up mom?”
“Your birthday present. I hate to see you so unhappy, so if a kiss is really the only thing you want, then okay, you win, I’ll give you a kiss.”
I jumped up. Had I just heard right? “You’re going to give me a kiss, a proper adult kiss?”
“Yes Chris, a proper adult kiss.”
Yes! Yes! Yes! I was really going to get a kiss from my gorgeous mother. I ran over, pulled her up off the chair and gave her a big hug.
“Wow, thanks mom. You don’t know how happy you’ve made me. It’s going to be the best birthday present I’ve ever had.”
This last week it seemed that time was moving in slow motion and I began to think that my birthday was never going to arrive. But finally the big day was here and earlier this morning I had received my special present. My mom and I had made out together for around twenty minutes. I had tasted her peppermint breath as her tongue explored my mouth. My hands had roamed all over her fabulous body and I had even managed a quick feel of her firm ass and full round breasts. It was better than I could ever have imagined.
The trouble was that now I’d received my special present there was nothing left to look forward to. I began to wonder whether I could get my mom give me any more birthday treats when she returned home. I decided to play it by ear and see what happened.
She got back soon after midday, laden with a load of shopping bags.
“Here, let me help with those.” I said to her as I helped her carry them into the kitchen.
As soon as she put them down, I walked over to her and gave her a hug, but then, instead of pulling away, I held her around the waist and slowly lowered my face down towards hers.
“What do you think you’re doing Chris? You have to stop str….Mmmph.”
I cut her off in mid-sentence as I pressed my mouth against hers, my tongue trying to force its way into her mouth. I pulled her in close and felt her breasts against my chest. For a split second I thought I felt her lips part but I may have imagined it as she quickly pulled away.
“Stop that at once Chris,” she scolded me, “you had your present earlier. No more!”
“Sorry mom, I couldn’t resist, it felt so good earlier. Please, it’s still my birthday. Surely we can have a bit more fun together?” I said softly, putting on the saddest expression I could manage. I think she began feel a little sorry for me.
“Cheer up darling, your eighteenth birthday is supposed to be one of the best days of your life. I hate to see you upset so if it makes you happy I don’t suppose a few more kisses would hurt. But you must promise me not to push things any further and then tomorrow we go back to normal and pretend it never happened. Have we a deal?”
It had worked! I was shaking with excitement as I replied. “Deal mom. You don’t know how happy that makes me feel.”
I pulled her back towards me and slipped my arms round her waist again. Her hands rested on my shoulders as we began a deep open-mouthed kiss. We made out for about ten minutes and although I was severely tempted I kept my promise not to try anything else.
We kissed on a couple of more occasions that afternoon. The first time she was in the kitchen washing up some dishes. I moved up beside her, put a hand around her waist, and began nuzzling her neck. She turned round to face me and we began another French kissing session, again lasting about ten minutes. On the second occasion she had just come out the bathroom after taking a shower. She was wearing a white flannel robe, held together by a sash tied round her waist, and her hair was still wet. She looked gorgeous as I pinned her up against the wall and began kissing her passionately. It took all my willpower not to reach down, undo the sash and open her robe, but somehow I managed it. This time we only made out for about five minutes as I was getting so aroused I had to go and cool off.
I began to think about what we could do that evening, something different to our kissing sessions, but also something that my mom was likely to agree to. Then it came to me. Why not invite her out on a sort of date? A film and maybe a nice meal afterwards? What could be wrong with that?
“No. Definitely not.” she said after I broached the idea to her. “I can’t go out on a date with my own son. What if anybody recognised us?”
“Well, we wouldn’t be doing anything wrong.” I replied. “For one thing you don’t look old enough to be my mom, and if you’re worried about any of your friends seeing us out together, we can go to that Multiplex over the other side of town. Come on, it will round off a perfect birthday for me.”
She thought for a few seconds before eventually agreeing. “Okay, but you better be on your best behaviour.”
“Scout’s honour!” I promised, smiling back at her.
The cinema was about a twenty minute drive away so we agreed to leave at 7 p.m. I was just checking that I’d got my keys and wallet when my mother walked down the stairs.
“Wow! You look stunning!” I gasped, as I took in her beauty. She was wearing a black leather jacket over a white woollen sweater, a short black skirt which ended mid-thigh, and black fishnet stockings rounded off by a pair of black high-heeled shoes.
“You like what you see?” she smiled seductively and gave me a little twirl. “Your old mom doesn’t scrub up too bad does she?”
In answer I slipped my hands under her jacket, pulled her to me, and gave her another deep passion filled kiss.
It was over all too briefly as she pulled away and said flirtingly, “I’ll take that as a yes then?
With that we left for the cinema. On the way there I was told in no uncertain terms to be on my best behaviour so it was a quite uneventful couple of hours. I put my arm around her shoulder but she immediately held my hand to stop it wandering any further. She did twist in her seat slightly and leaned into me so we spent the film with her head against my chest. That was nice.
By the time we left the cinema and got back to the car it had just gone 9.30 p.m. and my plan to move on somewhere else was in trouble. It was not really how I wanted the evening to end but I couldn’t think how to extend our ’date’ any longer. It was too late for any of the local restaurants and I knew that mom would never consider going to a nightclub with me, so it looked like it was straight back home. After driving for a few minutes we had to take a detour when our route home was blocked due to roadworks. The detour took us into a part of the town which I didn’t know very well. We turned a corner and I noticed a nice looking pub on the right-hand side, ivy climbing up the walls and hanging baskets over the door and windows. Then an idea hit me and I pulled into a parking space about hundred yards down the road.
“What have we stopped here for?” my mother asked quizzically.
“Well I know it’s not ideal,” I replied,” but I thought it would be nice to go into a bar and actually buy a drink legally for the first time. I’d love to try my shiny new Age Verification card on my birthday. What do you think?”
“Well okay then, as long as we don’t stay too long. And remember Chris you’re driving, so one drink only for you!”
“Oh I think I can live with that!” I replied, happy that we were staying together a little longer.
We walked back to the bar and went in. It was fairly quiet with only around half a dozen customers inside. A man was at the bar chatting to the Barman, another man was standing up playing the fruit machine, and there were also two couples sitting down at tables. We found a nice table in an alcove at the far end of the bar and my mom took her leather jacket off as I went to get the drinks. I ordered a beer and a Pinot Noir and sure enough the Barman asked for some ID. I took great delight in showing my card.
“Congratulations.” he said smiling at me, “I wish I could remember back to when I was eighteen. Have a nice evening with your lovely friend.”
I walked back to our table with the drinks and we started chatting. It was nice to be seen out with a beautiful woman, and even if she was my mother nobody else in the bar knew that. We had another drink, then another, I had switched to Diet Coke but my mom stayed with the Pinot Noir. At about 10.45 p.m. the Barman came over to us and asked us if we wanted one for the road as he was closing in a few minutes. He said that as it was my birthday the drinks would be on the house. We decided to take him up on his kind offer.
I walked up to the bar to get our drinks and as I was waiting the man standing at the bar started talking to me. By now, apart from mom and me, he was the only customer left and he should probably have gone home as well because he seemed pretty drunk and I had great difficulty understanding what he was saying.
“That’s a hot looking date you’ve got tonight. Is she DTF? I bet she is!” He slurred.
“DTF? I’m not sure what you mean.” I replied
“DTF. Down to fuck. I bet she’s a good lay isn’t she?”
I was just about to tell him to shut up when the Barman said, “Pack it in Rob, your pissed so just shut the hell up.” He then turned to me and continued, “Sorry about that, I’ll make sure he doesn’t bother you and your girlfriend again.”
“Well okay then,” I said glaring angrily at the drunk, “and just for the record she’s not my girlfriend, she’s my mother.” With that I picked up the drinks and returned to our table.
After about ten minutes I began to get the impression that my mom’s thoughts were elsewhere and she wasn’t really listening to what I was saying. She seemed to have a faraway glazed look on her face.
“What’s up mom? Are you feeling okay?” I asked slightly concerned, but she didn’t reply.
“Mom. Mom. Are you feeling alright?” I asked again, as I reached over and gently shook her shoulder.
“What was that Chris?” she replied, her speech slurred. “Oh yes darling, I feel okay. I think your old mom has just had a little too much to drink. Is it me or is it really hot in here?”
I noticed that the faraway look had returned. “Hold on a minute mom, I’m just going to the restroom and then I’ll get you home.”
I had just finished relieving myself and was drying my hands when the Barman walked in.
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“I need a quiet word with you about your lovely mother. What’s her name again?” he asked, smiling at me.
“Helen,” I replied, curious as to what he could possibly want to talk about.
“Ah yes, Helen. And are you giving the lovely Helen a lift home?”
I had no idea where this conversation was heading, “Yes, we’re just about to leave. Why what’s the problem?”
“Oh there’s no problem, it’s just that it’ll probably be a couple of hours before she’s ready to go,” he said still smiling at me, “Do you want to stay here or disappear and come back later and pick her up?”
I was still totally confused, “What the hell are you on about?”
“Take it easy!” he replied, “I’m going to tell you but first you’ve got agree to stay calm. Okay?”
“Just tell me what’s going on?”
“Well, it’s like this, your mother is going to get fucked. She’s going to star in a live sex show here in the bar and it’s up to you whether you stay here or leave and I’ll text you when we’ve finished.”
“You must be fucking mad. Get out of my way, we’re leaving”
He blocked my path and said in a quiet but firm voice “Hold on! Just stay calm and I’ll explain everything but you need to realise that whatever you say or do won’t alter the fact it’s going to happen. The choice you have to make is whether you watch or not.”
I couldn’t believe what I was hearing.
“I have some people who pay good money to watch attractive women having sex and tonight will be the sixth show I’ve arranged. Rob is the lucky guy who will be fucking her and no, he’s not drunk, that was just a little act earlier to distract you from what I was doing. He’s already told me how much he’s looking forward to going to work on her gorgeous body. My punters will get a close up view of the action so they’re going to be happy and so will I with the amount of money I’m making. Most importantly I guarantee Helen will have the time of her life.”
I tried to interrupt him but he ignored my protests and continued talking.
“I’ve been watching her ever since you two came into to the bar earlier. We don’t often get a woman in here as beautiful and classy as your mother. I had a chat with Rob and we quickly decided to put our usual plan into action. Obviously I couldn’t ask if she would be willing to have sex with a complete stranger in public so, how can I put it, I took a couple of steps to help things along. I added a shot of vodka in each glass of Pinot Noir she had and then while Rob distracted you I added a couple of extra ingredients to that last drink.”
“You bastard, what have you done to her?” I cursed at him. “Is she all right?”
“Don’t panic, she’s perfectly all right. I just added a tablet of Rohypnol and a few drops of Spanish Fly. You know what they are?”
“N-n-n-no.” I stammered.
“Well Rohypnol, especially mixed with all the alcohol she’s had, will make Helen feel confused with everything a blur. She’ll know exactly what’s happening but it’ll seem like she’s dreaming. In the morning when she wakes up she might feel a bit woozy and hung over but she won’t be able to remember anything about this evening. Spanish Fly, actually Spanish Fly Pro, is an aphrodisiac. It’ll make her feel super horny and she’ll have a heightened reaction to sexual stimulation for the next couple of hours.”
“To cut a long story short, in a few minutes she’s going feel a desperate need to be fucked for the rest of the evening, but then tomorrow morning she won’t remember anything that’s happened tonight.”
I couldn’t speak at first, as I tried to take in what the Barman just said to me, but at least that explained why my mother had just started acting strangely. Was this really happening? Did he really expect me to let a group of strangers rape my drugged mother?
“No, no way!” I eventually managed to blurt out. “We’re going to leave right now.”
“I told you before this IS going to happen, you can’t stop it. What do you think you can do? Go to the cops? We’ll just say it was you that arranged it all, that you offered her to us for money, and you spiked her drinks. Why don’t you shut up, come back with me to the bar and watch the show. I bet that deep down you’d love to watch her get fucked wouldn’t you?”
That last sentence really hit home as he was right of course. Although I knew it was wrong but a part of me did want to see her awesome body in action After what seemed to be a long period of silence, although in reality it was probably only a second or two, I finally made my decision.
My body trembled as I mumbled quietly to him, “Okay then, but promise me she won’t be hurt in any way.”
“You can be sure of that, after all we don’t want Helen to remember anything about this in the morning. All we do want is for everyone to enjoy themselves for the next couple of hours, and that includes your mother.”
“What time will it start?”
“In the next few minutes, ten minutes at most. Come on, we should be getting back.”
We walked back into the bar and I noticed several changes. All the curtains had been drawn and apart from a light shining over the table where my mother and I had been sitting, the rest of the room was in darkness. Chairs had been arranged in a semi-circle around our table, probably no more than about six feet away. I walked past these chairs, sat down on a high stool by the bar and turned round to look at my mother.
She had taken off her woollen jumper to reveal a tight fitting light grey sleeveless T-shirt which nicely showed off her full firm breasts. I noticed there were beads of perspiration on her forehead so I asked her if she was okay. Although she looked straight at me, she had a glazed expression on her face and didn’t recognise me. Rob was standing behind her and began to gently massage her shoulders which she seemed to enjoy as she tilted her head back slightly and I heard her sigh.
A couple of men came in and sat down, followed shortly afterwards by three more. They all seemed to be staring intently at my mother, taking in her pretty face and stunning body. From the comments I heard they were impressed with what they saw. Three more men arrived and sat down on the last vacant chairs and the Barman gave a nod to Rob as a signal to start the show.
Rob gradually expanded the area he was massaging, his hands moving lower and lower, until finally they were caressing her breasts. He leaned forward and I saw his tongue dart into her ear before moving down and begin to softly kiss her neck. He then stepped back and then slowly, like a striptease, pulled the T-shirt up her body and over her head. Next he unclipped her bra and pulled that off as well, baring her luscious breasts to the audience. I heard more than a few murmurs of approval.
He pulled her to her feet, walked her round to the front of the table, and unzipped her skirt. It fell to the ground, quickly followed by her panties, leaving my beautiful mother naked except for the black fishnet stockings and matching garter belt. There were more murmurs of approval. He sat her on the edge of the table facing the audience and then knelt down beside her.
Rob started to caress her thighs, slowly moving upwards until eventually he reached her pussy lips. He pulled her legs open a little wider and inserted two fingers in her vagina. Even from the back of the room I heard a squelching sound as he explored her cunt and her body trembled slightly. He pulled his fingers out and I caught a brief glimpse of them soaking wet with her cuntal juices before he entered her again, this time with three fingers. After finger fucking her for a few minutes he pulled out of her again and ran his thumb over her clit.
“Okay Helen,” he said smiling her, “I think you’re going to enjoy this!”
This time four fingers entered her hot wet cunt and began to pound in and out rapidly. After about twenty seconds he stopped, his fingers still buried inside her, waited a few seconds and then began to pound her again. He repeated this process again and again, it was a full-blown finger blasting session. She leaned back on the table and her hips rocked back and forth against his invading fingers as her moans became louder and louder. Suddenly I heard a loud scream and her whole body shook violently as a massive orgasm ran through her. Rob pulled his soaking wet fingers out and she began to squirt. Fluid erupted out of her just like a water fountain, much to the delight of the men who were cheering and high-fiving each other. I must admit I gave a few silent cheers myself at this amazing sight.
While she recovered Rob quickly undressed and then positioned her face down over the side of the table, presumably to give the men a better view of the action. He moved up behind her and my jaw dropped when I saw the size of his cock, much bigger than anything I’d seen before, probably close to nine inches long and quite thick. I was worried that my mother wouldn’t be able to handle this. He pressed forward and she let out a little moan as his prick pushed further into her until she had taken around six inches up her wet cunt. He held her hips and started to fuck her properly, moving in and out using long slow strokes. With each successive thrust he went in a little deeper until all but the last inch was inside her. She started moaning as he began to lunge in a little harder, and then with one final push forward he was buried balls deep inside my mother. She screamed and gripped the table as another orgasm ripped through her writhing body. He rammed his cock in and out faster and faster and kept that frantic pace going for a minute or two before slowing right down, grabbing a handful of her hair and pulling her to a more upright position.
“Did you enjoy that Helen?” he asked. “The feel of my cock deep inside you. Do you want some more?”
I couldn’t make out what she mumbled but it brought a smile to Robs face. He pulled out of her, spun her around, and then positioned her so she was lying on her back on the table.
I should have been full of regret at what I just witnessed but I wasn’t. Watching this guy rape my wonderful mother in front of a group of strangers was more of a turn on than I would ever have thought possible, better than any porn film I had ever watched. Indeed I became so aroused that I had to jerk myself off before my cock exploded.
Rob pushed my mother’s legs wide apart and without any delay shoved his massive prick deep inside again. This time he seemed to be pounding her much harder than before, each time nearly pulling his cock out of her before slamming it all way back in again. My mother was screaming loudly and her body shook wildly as multiple orgasms hit her. I had to jerk off again as I heard the men cheering, urging Rob on to fuck the living daylights out of her. It seemed he was doing all he could to oblige them, as he reached up to hold her shoulders and began driving his cock into her even harder and faster than before. He moved back down again to grope her breasts roughly before grabbing her legs and throwing them over his shoulders. She gripped the sides of the table again and her head rocked from side to side as he continued to hammer his cock into her, fucking her like a maniac. How could this ravishment of her terrific body last for so long? After what seemed like an eternity he gave a couple of final savage thrusts and then became motionless with his prick still buried deep inside her. A few seconds later he pulled out and fired streams of cum over her face and breasts, accompanied by cheers and applause from the watching crowd. I noticed that cum was also dripping from her pussy so he had obviously fired a load inside my mother as well.
I thought that was the end of the show and I could now get her out of there so wasn’t prepared to see the men start undressing.
“What the hell is going on? Stop this right now.” I exclaimed, turning angrily to the Barman.
“You didn’t really think they paid all that money just to watch did you?” he replied. “Don’t worry, everything else I said is true, I swear. They’ve all done this before and know the rules. No anal, no fisting, and no cock sucking. I couldn’t trust them not to try and force their cocks down her throat. They won’t to do anything to her that she could still feel in the morning. Well, apart from maybe having a sore cunt, but of course we can’t help that? So sit down and watch the rest of the show”
I loved my mom deeply and didn’t want her hurt in any way, so though I knew it was wrong, the urge to watch her being gang raped was overpowering any rational thoughts I had. My perverted mind pictured them giving my beautiful mother the fuck of her life, relentlessly pounding their cocks into her cunt until it was overflowing with cum. It didn’t take me very long to decide to sit down again.
They pulled her off the table and formed a circle around her. After just seeing my mother getting fucked by Rob’s massive cock I was relieved to see that the rest of the group were all rather more normally endowed. She was groped from every direction as over a dozen hands fondled her ass and breasts. One of them stuck his tongue deep into her mouth while another plunged a couple of fingers up her cunt. They were like a pack of wild animals who had captured their prey and had now moved in for the kill. Another man started French kissing her while all the time their hands roamed over every part of my mother’s fantastic body. Her knees buckled and I saw her tremble as the man finger fucking her brought her to another orgasm. Her head was pulled from man to man as they fought for access to her mouth. It looked like they were all trying to see if they could force their tongues down her throat.
Whilst all this was going on the Barman had put a single mattress on the floor in the space between the tables and the bar itself. Immediately the last man had finished with her mouth they dragged her across to it and laid her down on her back. Straight away a man got down between her legs, and stuck his cock into her. After another couple of thrusts he was balls deep inside my mother and began to fuck her hard. Her legs were pulled apart allowing him to drive his prick in even deeper and it wasn’t long before he fired his cum into her writhing body. No sooner had he finished than a second man forced his cock into her. He too shot his load up her followed quickly by another man and another. Indeed there seemed to be a never-ending line of men waiting their turn to inseminate her. This looked a lot different to when Rob fucked her earlier. None of this group seemed bothered about giving her any pleasure, they were just using her as a piece of fuck meat. I’m not proud of this but I’ve got to admit that what I was watching I found so utterly amazing that I had to get my stiff cock out and start wanking myself off yet again.
Her head rocked from side to side as she was taken over and over again, screaming as yet another man mounted her, and drove his prick deep up her cunt, mercilessly screwing the hell out of her. For one second I thought this might be becoming a bit too much for my mother but then I saw her hips thrust upwards to meet his invading cock. By now all the men had fucked her and were coming back to rape her for a second time. There was no sign of them slowing down as they kept up their non-stop assault on her spectacular body, turning her over so she was on her hands and knees, and fucked her doggy fashion.
Every man took their turn in fucking her from behind, before they flipped her onto her back again. One of the men immediately started hammering his cock into her but didn’t last too long and another man took his place. It seemed there was a never ending queue of men to fill my mothers’ cunt with their cocks. Some of them were now getting too impatient to wait for their go at her and began jacking off. I saw a huge jet of cum land on her face and hair, and another on her breasts. Cum was also still leaking from her ravaged pussy, forming a messy pool on the mattress. Yet another man mounted her and ploughed his cock deep into her cunt as others pulled her legs wide apart again. By now her body was shaking with almost continuous orgasms but I’m sure I heard her tell them to continue fucking her, and that she wanted more cock. Whatever was in that cocktail sure seemed to have worked, at least tonight.
By now some of the men had finished with her and were getting dressed and leaving. Finally, after they had raped my gorgeous mother non-stop for over two hours, the last man shot his load up her, stood up, got dressed and left, leaving just me and the Barman alone with her. I walked towards her thinking I’d better take her into the restroom and clean her up, but as I got closer it became clearer what a state she was in and how big a task that would be. Mom was completely drenched with cum, her whole face plastered and her matted blonde hair stuck to her face in places. More cum was splattered over her breasts and stomach and it was still leaking out of her cunt. Her body was still twitching, and she had a glazed expression on her face as if she was staring into empty space. Despite all this she still looked gorgeous to me.
I was just about to bend down and scoop her up in my arms when I guess, even in her dreamlike state, she felt a presence above her. She raised her arms in a welcoming gesture and I heard a gentle moan come from her lips.
“Please, I need more! Fuck me! Please fuck me!” she pleaded.
My cock immediately sprang to attention again. I couldn’t believe it. Here was my lovely mother, the stunning woman whose breath-taking body I’d lusted after for the last year, begging me to fuck her. By the time I’d even started to think about the consequences it was too late, as I was already between her legs with the tip of my prick pressing up against her pussy lips, and couldn’t stop even if I had wanted to. I lowered myself a little further allowing my cock to slide a few inches into her hot sticky cunt. She threw her arms around my neck, pulling me down on top of her, and gave me a deep sloppy kiss with her tongue invading my mouth just like this morning.
I began to drive my prick into her more urgently, each thrust going in a little deeper, and it wasn’t long before I was all the way in. It was such a wonderful feeling, having my cock buried deep inside my mother’s spectacular body. Luckily I’d already shot a few loads wanking off earlier, otherwise I’m certain I wouldn’t have lasted this long. I started ploughing into her a little harder and a little faster, each time almost pulling out of her before thrusting in until my balls smacked against her ass. I was willing my orgasm to hold off so I could keep this fantastic feeling for as long as possible.
“Come on, give it to her you mother fucker.” I heard the Barman say. “Rape the fuck out of her!”
Her legs swung wider allowing me to get just a little deeper inside her. Our mouths were still locked together, and I felt her breasts against my chest as I picked up the pace even further. By now I was pumping into her as fast as I possibly could as her body thrashed wildly beneath me. I knew I couldn’t last much longer and gave a last couple of hard thrusts as I felt my balls expand. I held my cock deep inside her as a torrent of hot cum filled her cunt. I pulled out, fired another stream over her breasts and face, before rolling off her. I think that last fuck had finally satiated my mother. Her eyes were now closed and at last her body was lying motionless.
It took me a little time to recover and then the reality of the situation hit home and guilt washed all over me. Oh my God! What had I done? I had just raped my gorgeous mother. I got up and carried her into the restroom and started the process of cleaning her up. It took about twenty minutes to make her presentable before I dressed her and we returned the bar. By now the mattress had disappeared and the bar was in its normal state again, albeit with a strong smell of sex in the air.
“That was some show tonight,” the Barman said, “the best we’ve ever had here. You sure are one lucky bastard!”
As we went out the door I felt him shove a load of notes in my pocket and said “Take this you’ve earned it. Don’t forget to come back soon, your mom would be welcome here any time.”
With that we went out into the cold night air and I heard the door lock behind us. I drove home and carried her into the house and up to her bedroom, laying her on the bed. I undressed her and then stepped back to take another look at my mother’s magnificent body. I couldn’t resist caressing her soft skin and feeling her full firm breasts for a few seconds before pulling the duvet over her and going back to my own bedroom.
I don’t think I slept at all that night, replaying in my mind the events of the previous evening and wondering what the repercussions were going to be this morning. How would my mother be feeling? Were there any physical signs of the rape? Did she remember anything about it? Most importantly, did she remember me fucking her?
It was just starting to get light when I heard a gentle knock on my door and the moment I was dreading had arrived. Before I had a chance to say anything the door opened and my mother walked in.
I couldn’t help it but my prick started to harden as I took in her beauty. She was wearing a red satin dressing gown, tied at the waist, which followed the curves of her wonderful body. I got this tingling feeling as I remembered that I’d actually fucked this gorgeous woman only a few hours ago.
“Morning mom, did you enjoy yesterday?” I asked, trying to bluff it out and read her expression, but she didn’t answer.
“I was just wondering whether you felt okay as I think you had a bit too much to drink.” I continued.
Still no answer. I was getting a little nervous now. Did she remember anything?
“Have you got a hangover?”
I wasn’t prepared for what happened next as she leant down, slipped a hand under the duvet and then moved it slowly down across my chest, eventually coming to rest on my semi erect prick.
“Mom,” I gasped, “what the hell are you doing?”
She put a finger to her lips, signalling me to be quiet as she started to rub her hand up and down my shaft. Seconds later she pulled the duvet away and knelt down between my legs, her beautiful brown eyes staring directly at me. I saw her lips part as she slowly took my cock into her warm wet mouth. I felt her tongue lick up and down my shaft as she continued to devour more and more of my prick. She then lifted up and was tonguing only the throbbing head before sliding her lips back down cramming me hungrily into her mouth.
I didn’t understand why my mom was sucking me off but quite frankly just at this moment I didn’t care. I began to move my hips up and down gently and reached forward to hold her head as it bobbed up and down sucking my cock furiously, her cheeks hollowing and swelling with the effort. Suddenly she lunged down filling her mouth with my meat, gagging slightly as my prick pushed into her throat, and then I felt her face brush against my groin. She had taken me all the way in and the feeling of her throat tightly wrapped around the top of my prick was just amazing. She began sliding her mouth up and down on my erection, repeatedly pulling back until her tongue licked the tip of my cock, before pushing down again taking my whole length into her mouth and down her throat. It didn’t take very long of this incredible deep- throating for her to bring me to orgasm. She swallowed my first load but as she pulled off me my second and third loads fired cum all over her pretty face. I thought she was going to be annoyed but she just smiled at me, licking her lips.
“Mom! What the hell was that about?”
“It was a thank you present for my wonderful son.”
“A thank you present? For what?”
“For last night and making sure I was okay.”
“You remember?”
“Not all the details but I remember quite a bit of the evening. I have a a few blanks but I remember being fucked by some guy was a massive cock and then being gang raped.”
“It was the Barman. He slipped a date rape drug in your wine and told me you were going to be the star of a live sex show. I couldn’t stop it. He said if I went to the cops he’d say it was my idea and I’d offered you to him for money.”
I left out the bit about how turned on I was to see my gorgeous mother get nailed.
“Thank you Chris, and thank you for the wonderful fuck you gave me.” she said, moving up the bed and straddling me.
“Oh my God mom, you remember that as well? I’m so sorry. I couldn’t help it, you looked so beautiful.”
“It’s okay sweetie, I understand, and don’t worry, I wanted it and enjoyed it. I haven’t had sex since your father died and didn’t realise how much I missed it until last night. I loved all those cocks fucking me, I just wish I wasn't drugged so I could have enjoyed it more. Maybe we can go back there sometime?"
" I think I’ll need regular fucking from now on. I don’t suppose you’d like to keep your old mom satisfied would you?”
“Are you kidding? You’re the most gorgeous woman in the world. I’ll make sure your stunning body doesn’t need to go elsewhere for cock. I love you so much mom.”
She undid her robe allowing it to swing open, took my hands and held them against her magnificent breasts.
“I love you too son. From now on it’s just you and me my darling.”
