RICKY'S REVENGE
By Luckytom
Ricky Sims was large for his age. Although only fourteen years old, most people thought he was sixteen or maybe even seventeen when they first saw him. He was 5 foot 10 inches tall and weighed in at 165 pounds. Ricky was going to take after Mark Sims, his father, who was a large, barrel chested man. Ricky had the same square jaw and black wavy hair as his father, as well as the straight nose, thin lips and penetrating brown eyes. Of course, Ricky only knew that from old photos he had seen of his old man. His father had left, been driven away by Ricky's mother when Ricky was less than a year old. He hadn't seen his father in all of those years.
From where Ricky was sitting in the living room, he could see his mother, Carol, in the kitchen preparing dinner. Carol had given birth when she was only eighteen, making her just thirty-two now. Her face was heart shaped with delicate features and was framed by long, blond hair. She had large blue eyes, a button nose and full red lips. She was five foot five and weighed 113 pounds. She had firm breasts and a flat stomach, and her narrow waist transitioned into well rounded hips and long, well shaped legs. Having just come home from work, Carol was still dressed for the office in a light pink silk blouse, a narrow gray skirt that stopped just short of her knees, and matching gray high heeled shoes.
Ricky knew his friends all thought his mother was a real knock out. He was sure many of them masturbated with her image in their minds. They all thought he was so lucky to have such a young, attractive mother. He might have thought so, too, except for one thing. He hated the bitch. He hated her with a passion.
Ricky knew why his father never saw him, and it wasn't his father's fault. It was because of her. She wouldn't let his own father see him. She kept them apart. He knew his father loved him by all of the really neat gifts he sent for Ricky's birthday and at Christmas. So what if she was good looking? She couldn't teach him how to camp. She couldn't teach him how to hunt. She couldn't teach him how to fish. She couldn't teach him how to be a man. His father could, but she wouldn't let him. Fucking bitch! Well, he'd show her. He'd teach her a lesson she'd never forget. And then he could be with his father.
Ricky had been planning this for months, laying it out just so. Everything was arranged. He knew what to do, and it was time. Ricky stood up and slowly walked into the kitchen, moving quietly up behind his mother. He stood, waiting for her to turn. When she did, she was surprised to see her son standing there.
"Oh! Ricky! You startled me, sweetheart. I didn't hear you come up." Carol smiled up into her son's eyes. Her smile vanished as Ricky grabbed her and slammed her up against the counter. Carol's eyes bulged as her son grabbed the hair at the back of her head with one hand, burying his face in her neck as his other hand grabbed her breast and squeezed.
"RICKY!" she screamed. "What are you DOING! STOP that! Let GO of me!" She tried pushing him away, but he spun her around and slammed her into the refrigerator, then drove his fist into her stomach. She nearly collapsed to the floor, but he pinned her to the refrigerator door with his body.
"Stop , it! Ricky, please , STOP it! , What do , do you think , you're DOING?" she begged as she tried to regain her breath. Ricky's hands now dropped down over her hips, grabbing the material of her tight skirt and pulling it up. She couldn't believe that her own son was doing this to her.
"Let , GO of me!" Carol's skirt was now bunched around her waist and Ricky's hand was between her legs, rubbing her crotch. "Oh, dear God, , Ricky, STOP it! I'm , your MOTHER, for , God's sake!"
Ricky pulled back and their eyes locked. For the first time, Carol saw the evil in those eyes, and she was frightened.
"Not tonight, bitch. You're not my mother tonight. Tonight, you're my fucking slut!" Carol jerked and screamed as she felt Ricky tear the crotch out of her pantyhose. This couldn't be happening. It COULDN'T be!
Ricky threw her to the kitchen floor, her vision exploding in stars as the back of her head slammed against the tile, her son landing on top of her. As her head cleared, she felt his hand moving between them and realize with a shock that he was undoing his pants. Her son was trying to rape her!
"Ricky! Ricky, listen to me! This is wrong! It's WRONG! Please don't do this! PLEASE!" Carol begged as she tried to fight her way clear of her son. She was pushing against him, twisting and squirming under him in an effort to get free. He used his knees to force her legs apart. Panic filled her as she felt him pressing his penis against her vagina.
"NO! Ricky, please NO! You can't DO this! You CAN'T! Oh, God, STOP!" Carol screamed out in pain and frustration as Ricky began forcing his way into her dry opening. The pain was intense as he drove more and more of his cock into her. He was rocking on top of her, fucking himself deeper into her with each thrust. Carol tried fighting, but it was futile.
"Stop it, Ricky! Oh, dear God PLEASE stop it! You , you can't , can't DO this to me! I'm , I'm your , your M-MOTHER! Oh, God PLEASE STOP IT! NOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!" Carol arched her back and cried out as Ricky finally rammed the full length of his cock into her. She had never felt such shame or betrayal. He own son was now fucking her on the kitchen floor, his hands kneading her breasts through the material of her silk blouse and thin bra. She tried pushing him off as she dug her high heels against the kitchen floor, trying to get enough leverage to dislodge him.
"Ricky, STOP it! , Nnnuuu , nnnuuu , Get , get OUT of me! , nnnuuu , nnnuuu , Please , get , OUT of me!" Carol had her hands on her son's hips, trying to push him away from her, but it was a futile effort. Ricky continued brutalizing his mother's body.
"Oh, shit!" Ricky groaned in her ear. "Oh, fucking shit!" Carol collapsed on the floor and quit fighting. Tears of pain and frustration ran down her cheeks. Her son was raping her, her own SON, and she knew that she couldn't stop him. She could only hope that it would be over soon.
"Nnnuuu , nnnuuu , oooohhh , St-stop. P-please , nnnuuu , Ricky. Please st-stop! Oooohhhhh." Carol groaned each time her son drove his cock into her. She couldn't believe that this was happening. Couldn't believe that her son was buried inside of her, raping her. But it was true. Carol was pinned to the cold tile floor by her son's body, her skirt bunched around her waist and her shapely legs spread wide as Ricky brutally fucked her.
Ricky had never been inside a woman before, and he couldn't believe how good it felt to have his mother's warmth surrounding his organ. As he continued humping her, she started getting wet, and his pleasure increased. Feeling her body trembling and squirming underneath him, hearing her whimpering as he pounded into her, were more than he could stand. He felt his balls tightening as he drove into her with an ever increasing frenzy.
Carol wasn't on birth control, and as she realized her son was approaching orgasm, her fear and revulsion increased. What if she became pregnant by her own son? What then?
"R-Ricky! nnnuuu , nnnuuu , R-Ricky p-please! Ooohhh! You , you can't , uuuuu , c-cum inside , of m-me! nnnuuu , nnnuuu , nnnuuu , Y-you CAN'T! Please not , ooowwww ,inside of m-me!"
Ricky was pounding into Carol in a mad frenzy, grinding her tail bone against the hard floor. His breathing was ragged and his balls were becoming sore from the load they were now carrying. He heard his mother pleading with him to pull out of her. And then, with a deep groan, Ricky shot a long stream of thick, hot cum deep into his mother's body.
"Oh, NO! Oh, dear God NOOOOO!" Carol cried out as she felt the warmth of her son's sperm flooding her insides. She felt his cock throbbing, pumping more cum into her brutalized body. Three, four, five times he sprayed her insides with his fluids. Finally, with a sigh, Ricky collapsed on top of her and lay there. Carol sobbed out her misery as she felt her son's meat slowly softening inside of her.
"Why? Oh God, Ricky, why?" Carol whimpered through her tears as her son lay on top of her, panting in her ear from his exertions. "Why did you , do this , to me?"
Ricky didn't answer as he pulled out of her, stood up and fastened his pants. Carol felt the cum leaking out of her, running into the crack of her ass. Still trembling and in shock, she slowly sat up and tried pulling the hem of her skirt down.
Ricky stood quietly, looking down at his mother. She was sitting on the floor, supporting herself with her right arm, her left holding her stomach against the pain. Her skirt was barely down over her hips. Her long, lovely legs were curled up as if to protect her from further assault. She still wore the gray high heels. Her head hung down, her blond hair covering her tear stained face. He could see her trembling.
Slowly, Carol raised herself to her knees. Still holding her left arm across her stomach, she grasped the edge of the counter with her right hand and struggled to stand up. Once she gained her feet, she leaned against the counter, her head bowed and her knees trembling. Tears trailed down her cheeks as she tried to grasp what had happened, tried to understand that she had actually been raped by her fourteen year old son.
"We're not done yet, you know." Ricky said in a calm, controlled voice.
Carol's head snapped up and her red rimmed eyes bulged as she met her son's evil gaze. "Wh-what? What , do you , do you !
"I said we're not done yet, mom. That was just the beginning of what I have planned for you. It's Friday, and I have all weekend to do whatever I want with you. I'm going to fuck you over and over. I'm going to fuck you every way you can think of. I'm going to fuck you in the cunt. I'm going to fuck you in the ass. I'm going to fuck you in the mouth. And then , then , well, mom, you'll just have to wait and see."
"God NO!" Carol screamed as she turned and ran for the front door. Ricky grinned. Even if she were wearing sneakers, his mom couldn't outrun him. In those high heels, she didn't stand a chance.
Carol was only half way through the living room when Ricky tackled her from behind. She slammed full length onto the floor, her son on her back. She began fighting, twisting and squirming under him in an attempt to break free. The two bodies rolled on the floor, locked together in the struggle between two wills.
"Let go! , uhh , uhh ,Let go , of me! Uhh , uhh , Get OFF!" Carol pleaded with her son while fighting with all of her determination. "No , more! , uhh , I won't , won't , LET you!"
Ricky was surprised to find that he was getting hard again. The fighting with his mother, her pleas for mercy, were exciting him to new levels. Ricky fought his way to his feet, dragging Carol with him. Turning, he spun her so her back was to him and pushed her up against the rear of a high backed easy chair. He forced her to bend at the waist so that Carol was now bent nearly double over the back of the chair. Her head was hanging towards the seat, her long blond hair falling loose, and her toes barely touching the floor behind the chair.
"No more! PLEASE, Ricky, no MORE!" she cried out as her son hiked her skirt up around her hips. She tried to straighten up, but in this awkward position, she couldn't get enough leverage to fight against Ricky. She was helpless before her son's lust.
"The guys all think you have a nice ass, mom. Now I'm going to find out just how nice it really is!" Ricky pulled out his cock and stepped between his mother's legs.
"NO! Oh, dear God, NO!" Carol screamed as she felt the head of Ricky's cock begin to force it's way into her rectum. The cum that had leaked into the crack of her ass was now acting as lubrication, aiding in her son's penetration of her. Still, the assault was intensely painful. She dug her fingernails into the arms of the chair as he fucked his meat deeper and deeper into her. Her legs were trembling as her son forced them farther apart, making it easier for him to enter her even further.
"Damn, your ass is really tight, mom. Didn't dad ever fuck you like this? Or didn't you LET him?" Harder and harder, he drove his cock into his mother's ass, forcing his way deeper into her with every thrust.
"Oh, God! Oh, God! , nnnuuu , nnnuuu , You're , h-hurting me! , Ooww , Please , st-stop! , nnnuuu , nnnuuu , Ricky , please , nnnuuu , please STOP! , Ohhh , ohhh , ohhh , OHHNNOOOOOOOO!!!!" Carol screamed in pain as Ricky brutally drove the full length of his cock into her bowels. Bent double as she was, he could penetrate her to a tremendous depth. Carol felt as if she were being torn in two.
"Oh, shit, mom! You feel so good! You feel so fucking good!" Ricky told her as he viciously and repeatedly drove his dick as deeply into her as he could. Carol cried out and her body jerked in pain with each brutal invasion of her tortured bowels. She felt her insides tearing under the brutal onslaught.
"Oh , God! , Oh , God! , nnuuu , nnuuu , Please , STOP! , nnuuu , I can't , can't TAKE , oowwww , any , more! , Oh God! , nnuuu , nnuuu , Please , Ricky , PLEASE STOP!"
Carol repeatedly cried out as Ricky viciously sodomized her. He was being brutal, vicious, trying to cause his mother as much pain as possible. He enjoyed seeing her quivering body jerk in pain each time he pounded his rock hard cock into her ass. Enjoyed hearing her screams of anguish each time he drove viciously into her.
Carol's eyes were squeezed tightly shut. Her brow was furrowed and she ground her teeth together. Her face was contorted into a mask of pain and agony as the brutality of the anal rape increased. Her son! Her own SON! Why was he doing this? Dear God, why was he doing this? Carol screamed at an especially brutal thrust into her. She felt as if she was going to die. She felt as if she WANTED to die!
"Oh, shit!" Ricky moaned. His balls were beginning to tighten. His cock was throbbing and tingling. "Oh, shit! Oh, shit! Oh, fucking SHIIIIIT!!!!"
"Nnnnuuuaaaaaaa!" Carol groaned as her son started pumping thick, hot cum into her bowels. She felt the heat spreading through her, filling her insides, and she felt nauseous. Over and over Ricky drove into her, each time shooting another wad of cum into his mother, until finally he had drained his balls. Gradually, he slowed to a stop.
With a sigh of satisfaction, Ricky stepped back, pulling his cock from his mother's ass as he did. Slowly, with great difficulty, Carol straightened up and raised herself to a standing position. Then, exhausted both mentally and physically, she collapsed to the floor.
Grabbing her under the arms, Ricky lifted Carol to her feet and gave her a shove that propelled her towards the bedrooms. She had to lean against the wall to keep from collapsing again.
"Into the bedroom, bitch. Your bedroom, not mine."
"P-please, Ricky. , P-please no , no more! I , I can't , I just , can't ! Carol's quavering voice was barely a whisper. Her body was visibly trembling as a new wave of tears washed over her.
"I'll tell you what you can and can't do, bitch! Now get MOVING!" Ricky grabbed his mother and shoved her down the hallway. She cried out as she stumbled and fell to her knees. Ricky roughly pulled her to her feet and dragged her down the hall and into her bedroom. Ricky shoved his mother up against her dressing table.
"DON'T!" Carol screamed as Ricky grabbed the front of her silk blouse and tore it open, scattering buttons across the floor. Though exhausted, she tried to hit him, but he blocked her blow and hit her with a stinging backhand to the face, knocking her to the floor. Pulling her to her feet, he threw her face down on the bed and straddled her, sitting on her rear and pinning her down.
"STOP it, Ricky! Please, PLEASE stop it!" Carol begged through her tears.
Ricky ignored his mother's pleas and tears. Grabbing her blouse, he tore it from her shoulders, jerked it down off of her arms, and threw it to the floor. He then tore open the clasp on her bra, ripped it out from under her and threw it next to the blouse. Carol was still screaming and trying to fight as he broke open the zipper on the back of her skirt. Jumping off of her, he pulled the skirt from her and added it to the pile on the floor. Wearing only her ruined pantyhose and high heels, Carol rolled onto her back and tried to kick her son, but she was too slow. Ricky had the pantyhose by the waistband and hauled them down her legs and off, throwing off her shoes at the same time. Carol was now completely naked.
When Ricky jumped onto the bed next to Carol, she tried to rake his eyes with her fingernails. Grabbing her wrists, Ricky again straddled Carol, this time sitting on her chest. Holding her small wrists with one hand, he pulled a length of rope from his hip pocket with the other. Ricky quickly looped the rope around Carol's wrists and tied it off. The other end he ran between the mattress and headboard, then tied it to the frame of the bed. Carol's wrists were now tied together and her arms were pulled over her head and flat on the mattress. She was naked, vulnerable, and helpless.
"Please, Ricky! Please, no more! Please, don't hurt me anymore!" Carol pleaded as she watched Ricky start to undress. "For God's sake, Ricky, I'm your MOTHER! Your MOTHER!"
"Well," Ricky replied, "I guess that makes me a real motherfucker then, doesn't it?"
Ricky grinned at his sick joke as he climbed onto the bed, his cock already stiffening. It was amazing just how fast a fourteen year old involved in his first sexual experience could recover. Especially when that fourteen year old had a deep-seated anger against the helpless, crying woman laid out before him.
Ricky once again straddled his mother, this time kneeling over her face. Carol's heart began to race as she realized what he was intending to do to her. Fresh tears welled up in her eyes as Ricky settled his buttocks onto her chest.
"Oh, God, NO! Not in my mouth! PLEASE not in my mouth!" Ricky had his cock in one hand and a fist full of Carol's hair in the other. He clamped his thighs to either side of her head, preventing her from twisting away from him. "Ricky, DON'T! Please DON'T! I've never DONE this! NEVER! Please don't MAKE me! PLEASE DON'T! Please don't MAKAAAUUUURRRRGGHHHH!!!!!"
Carol gagged and choked as Ricky forced his cock deep into her mouth. He grabbed the hair on either side of her head and began jerking her head forward and back, forcing her mouth to move up and down the full length of his shaft. Carol's hips were bouncing and twisting, her legs kicking and her heels digging into the mattress as she instinctively tried to dislodge her son from her mouth. He was jerking her head forward viciously so that her throat slammed down on the swollen head of his meat. Carol had to fight down the urge to vomit.
"Gggguuu , ackhh , rrruuuu , gggguuu" The choking sounds coming from his mother were exciting Ricky even further. Looking to the left, he could see their reflections in the mirrored sliding doors of his mother's closet. He could see himself sitting on her chest, jerking her mouth viciously onto his cock. He could see her hips twisting and raising into the air and her legs, those luscious legs, kicking and flailing in desperation.
"Uurrrg , uurrrg , gggguuu , rrruuuu , uurrrg" Carol pulled against the rope that held her arms immobilized, but it held fast. She was beginning to panic as her son's excitement grew. He was jamming her mouth onto his cock with increasing ferocity. Her jaws were aching from being forced open so long. Her tongue could feel the thick veins that ran the length of the organ that was violating her mouth, and her revulsion grew.
"Oh, shit!" Ricky moaned deep in his throat. "Oh, Shit! Ohhhhhhh!"
Carol knew that he was getting close. He quit moving her head, instead jamming her mouth down onto his cock and holding her with her face pressed tightly against his stomach. He was now thrusting his hips, fucking her violently in the mouth, ramming his cock into her throat. She continued twisting her hips and kicking her legs in a futile attempt to escape her son's abuse.
"God, mom! Oh, God your mouth feels so fucking good!" Ricky loved the warm wetness that surrounded his cock. As he fucked her mouth, Carol could feel his meat start to throb. She whimpered in realization of what was about to happen.
"Oh, shit. Yeah! Yeah! Oh SHIT!" Ricky groaned and jammed his cock as far into his mother's mouth as he could.
"RRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGG!!!" Carol retched as Ricky shot a long stream of thick cum straight into her throat. He saw her image in the mirrors as her heels dug into the mattress and her back arched, thrusting her hips into the air. She froze in that position while Ricky continued cumming, filling her throat with the hot, stringy fluids. Then, as he drained the last of his cum into her mouth, she collapsed back onto the bed and lay still.
"Swallow, bitch!" Ricky commanded her.
"Mmmmmrrrrrr" Carol whimpered around the cock that filled her mouth. She couldn't swallow this filth. She had to spit it out. She HAD to!
"I said swallow!" Ricky demanded.
"Mmmmmrrrrrr"
Carol's mouth was still filled with her son's cock and cum. Ricky reached down and, with thumb and forefinger, pinched her nostrils closed.
"Come on, mom. Swallow."
Carol couldn't breath. Her body was once again fighting, twisting and kicking as she felt her lungs begin to burn. She couldn't do this! She couldn't swallow her son's cum! But she couldn't breath! Her lungs were on fire. Her entire body trembled as her need for air became more desperate. She felt the blood pounding in her head. The agony was overwhelming. She knew, then. She knew she had no choice. Squeezing her eyes shut, she forced herself to swallow the cum that filled her mouth and throat.
"Good, mom. That's good. I won't have to tell you to swallow the next time, will I?"
The next time? He said the NEXT time! Oh, God, how long was this going to continue? How long was her son going to keep abusing her? He'd already taken her every way possible. What was left?
Finally, after allowing himself to soften in her mouth, Ricky withdrew his meat and climbed off the bed. Carol lay still, crying quietly while her son dressed.
"Please, Ricky. , Please , untie me. , You've done , everything , to me ... that you , that you can. , You've , made me , made me , do , everything. , Please , untie me!" Carol stammered out the words between her tears. Ricky just smiled at her.
"Mom, we haven't even started." He turned and walked out of the bedroom, leaving Carol sobbing and helpless. She tried pulling against the ropes, but she was held fast.
She was unsure of how much time had passed when she heard the doorbell. She heard Ricky moving through the house, heard the murmuring of conversation. Ricky was talking to someone at the front door. This might be Carol's only chance for rescue.
"HELP ME!" she screamed as loudly as she could. "PLEASE HELP ME! CALL THE POLICE! OH, GOD PLEASE HELP ME!"
Carol kept screaming for help from the unknown person at the door. Whoever it was had to hear her. There was no way they could not hear her. And then Ricky was at the bedroom door, grinning at his mother. Carol quit screaming and glared at her son.
"There! Whoever that was, they'll call the police. They'll be coming soon. And then, then, " Carol quit talking. She didn't know what else to say. She just knew that help was on it's way.
"Ah, mom." Ricky shook his head sadly. "God, I really hate to disappoint you, but nobody's going to be coming. At least not the way you think."
Carol was confused. She didn't know what Ricky was talking about. Of course the police would be coming. How could he stop them? And then, Carol stared trembling as another figure moved into the doorway.
"This is my friend, Arnie. He came over to party with us, not to call the police."
Actually, Arnie wasn't a friend of Ricky's. Arnie was nobody's friend because nobody liked Arnie. He was thirteen years old, short and extremely fat. His long hair was greasy and unwashed. He failed to shower as often as he should and normally smelled bad. His face was covered with pimples and blackheads. Arnie was a disgusting individual, which was exactly why Ricky had asked Arnie over. Having Arnie on her and in her would be completely revolting to Carol. It would be one more nail in her mental coffin.
"Oh, God, Ricky! Please don't let him! Please don't let him use me!" Carol screamed as Arnie rapidly undressed. He stood at the side of the bed, his eyes bulging as they traveled over Carol's body. His tongue protruded from his piggish mouth and licked his lips like a starving man who has just seen a three course dinner.
"Please, Ricky! Please stop him! You can't let him do this! Oh, God, PLEASE!" Carol begged in vain as Arnie forced her kicking legs apart. He threw his massive weight on top of her, crushing her to the mattress. He was so heavy that Carol found it difficult to breath. The stink of his unwashed body assaulted her nostrils as he clamped his mouth to hers and forced his tongue into her. He tasted horrid, with breath as bad as his body odor.
Arnie released her mouth as he reached between them, taking his cock in his hand and guiding it to Carol's vagina. She felt the head pressing against her, forcing her open.
"Ricky! Ricky , please , please stop , stop him! Don't , don't let , let him , do this! Oh, God , Ricky , PLEASE , don't , let him! , No! , No! , Oh, NOOOOOOOOO!" Carol squeezed her eyes shut and gritted her teeth as she felt Arnie bury his cock completely inside her. His stench was overpowering as he rocked his girth on top of her, grunting in her ear as he fucked her brutally.
"Nuuuhhh , nuuuhhh , nuuuhhh , oohhhhh , oohhhh" Carol moaned as Arnie used her body, driving into her over and over. Her mind was in turmoil, rejecting what was happening to her while at the same time having to accept it as true. This filthy creature was sweating and grunting on top of her, crushing the life from her with his grotesque body as he pounded brutally into her. And her son had arranged it. Her son had given her over to this animal.
"Ricky!" It was barely a whisper as the crushing weight kept her from drawing a full breath. "Ricky , please , please , don't , let him , let him , cum , inside me! , Not , inside me! , Please ,Ricky! , Please!"
Ricky was leaning against Carol's dressing table, his arms folded as he watched Arnie rape her. He could see the revulsion in his mother's eyes as the slob wriggled and squirmed on top of her. No woman could be taken by Arnie and not feel disgusted. He was hideous.
He heard Arnie moaning deep in his throat as his hips moved with more speed and force. Carol was still begging Ricky for help, and Ricky stood by and watched. Over and over Arnie drove viciously into Carol, abusing her with a passion. Ricky grinned as he heard Arnie let out an animalistic growl. He saw his mother's face contort in revulsion and he knew that Arnie was pumping her full of cum. Over and over he drove into her until finally, his balls drained, he collapsed on top of her.
Arnie lay there for several minutes before pulling out of Carol and climbing off the bed. Tears rolled down her cheeks as Arnie dressed and walked to where Ricky stood.
"Hey, man, thanks. That was great."
"Not a problem." Ricky replied. Carol watched in horror as Arnie handed several bills to Ricky. Ricky had SOLD her to that filthy creature! He had actually SOLD her to him! Carol felt sick. She wanted to vomit. She wanted to die as the feeling of being filthy herself swept through her.
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Carol wasn't sure what time it was. At some point during the evening, the exhaustion of the repeated rapes caused her to pass out. She was awake now, and knew that it was dark outside, but other than that, she only knew that she was still naked and still tied to the bed.
"So you're awake, are you?" Carol lifted her head and saw Ricky leaning against the door frame. His arms were folded across his chest, as if nothing at all was out of the ordinary.
Ricky. Please let me go now. Please?" Carol's voice was little more than a whisper.
"Let you go?" Ricky asked as he crossed the room. "Why would I want to do that, mom? Hell, you've been sleeping for awhile. I've had dinner and rested up. I'm ready to go again."
She began trembling as she saw Ricky undressing. How much more could she take? How much longer was her son going to torture her?
"Oh, no! Oh, please no! Haven't you done enough? Haven't you HURT me enough? Why are you doing this, Ricky? TELL ME WHY!!!" she screamed as Ricky, now naked, climbed onto the bed with her.
"Because I can." he muttered as he forced her legs apart and lowered himself on top of her.
"Leave me ALONE! Get AWAY from me! No more! PLEASE no more! Nuuuhhh , nuuuhhh , nnnooooooooooo!" Carol groaned in frustration as her son once more entered her. He took her face in his hands and locked his mouth to hers as he rocked back and forth on top of her. Carol felt his tongue forcing it's way into her mouth, intertwining with hers.
"Oh, God, please , stop it! Please, Ricky!" she muttered when he finally took his mouth from hers. Ignoring her, he buried his face in her neck while he slowly raped her.
Ricky's hands roamed over Carol's body. He was squeezing her breast with his right hand while he chewed on her neck. Her brow furrowed and she whimpered in pain as he took her nipple between his thumb and forefinger and roughly twisted it. His left hand snaked under her buttocks and she cried out as he forced a finger into her rectum. Ricky moaned in pleasure as he felt her body stiffen underneath him.
"Enough , Ricky! Enough! Please , stop! Oh, please , nuuuhhh , stop!" Carol pleaded as Ricky pumped his finger in her ass and his cock in her vagina. His mother was squirming underneath him, unintentionally exciting him still further as she tried to escape the double penetration. He was driving into her faster and more forcefully, and Carol realized that he was again approaching orgasm.
"No, Ricky. Please not , not again! , nuuhhh , nuuuhhh , Please not , oohhhh , in-inside me! , nuuuhhh , nuuuhhh , Don't , don't get , get me , oohhhh , pregnant , Ricky! ,Please, PLEASE don't!"
"Oh, Christ!" Ricky muttered as his balls tightened. "Oh, Christ! Oh, Christ! OH, JESUS FUCKING CHRIST!"
"Oh, nnnoooooooooooo!" Carol whimpered as she felt Ricky emptying his balls deep inside her. He drove repeatedly into her, spraying her insides with each thrust until he had drained himself completely. With a final tremble, he collapsed on top of her and lay there.
Carol cried quietly while her son slowly softened inside of her. As he lost his erection, she felt his meat gradually slip out of her. Ricky's weight pressed Carol into the mattress as he lay unmoving. Listening to his deep, regular breathing told Carol that he had fallen asleep.
Time passed slowly as Ricky lay sleeping on top of his mother. Carol lost track of time. Two hours? Three hours? Maybe more. She wasn't sure. Finally, she felt Ricky stir, heard his breathing pattern change. Lifting himself up, Ricky looked into his mother's eyes.
"You make a nice mattress, mom. Really comfortable. And waking up on top of you , well , that is really a turn on." Carol could feel his cock stiffening against her leg. Wasn't this ever going to end? How much longer would he continue abusing her?
"No. Ricky, please no. Not that again!" Carol whimpered softly as Ricky moved up onto her chest.
"Come on, mom," Ricky said as he held his cock in one hand and a fist full of her hair in the other, "open wide."
He had her head clamped between his thighs as he rubbed the head of his dick across her lips. She could smell her own dried fluids on him and her stomach turned.
"Please don't! Oh, Ricky please dooouuurrrgggghhhh!" She gagged on his meat as he shoved it deep into her mouth. Gripping the hair on either side of her head, he slowly forced her up and down the length of his shaft. She heard him sigh in contentment as he raped her mouth.
"Suck on it, mom. Suck on it." Ricky moaned.
"Mmmmrrrrrrr." Carol whimpered around the cock that filled her mouth. Ricky brutally twisted her hair in response, causing Carol to scream in pain.
"I said SUCK ON IT!"
Carol flushed with shame, but did as she was told. What difference did it make? He was going to cum in her mouth, anyway. She knew that. He was going to make her swallow his cum. She knew that, too. What difference did it make if she sucked on it? At least it would keep him from hurting her. At least it would keep him from causing her more pain. But no matter how she rationalized it, sucking on her son's cock made her feel like a whore. Like a cheap, two bit whore.
"Oh, God, that feels good, mom. That feels so fucking good. Oh, yeah! You were born for this, mom. You were born to suck cock." Carol felt the tears burning her eyes as her son abused her both physically and verbally. What had she done to deserve this? Why did her son hate her so? He wouldn't even tell her why he was doing this to her.
Ricky was rocking back and forth on her chest now, fucking her mouth. "Keep sucking, mom! Keep sucking! Oh, God! Don't , stop! Don't , OOHHHHHHH!"
Carol retched, but continued sucking on Ricky's cock as he blew thick streams of cum into her throat. As each new load was pumped into her, she swallowed it, knowing that he would force her to, anyway. Finally, Ricky quit moving as the last of his fluids drained into her mouth. Carol continued sucking on his softening shaft, afraid to stop. Ricky let her keep sucking on him for several minutes.
"Okay, mom, you can quit, now" Ricky opened his thighs and released her hair, allowing her head to drop back on the bed. Pulling his cock from her mouth, he stood up and started dressing.
"Ricky, please untie me. I have to , to , use the bathroom."
"Yeah, you probably do. It's been awhile." Ricky bent over and untied his mother's wrists. "Okay. Let's go."
Carol got unsteadily to her feet and slowly crossed the room. Her son followed her down the hall. She stepped into the bathroom and turned on the light, but when she tried to close the door, Ricky stopped her.
"Uh uh. The door stays open. Can't have you locking it on me and then screaming for help out the window, now can I?"
"But I have to , to !
"So then do it, whatever it is. I won't stop you."
Carol flushed bright red. Having someone standing there, watching while she , God! It was so embarrassing! But she had no choice. She had to go so bad it hurt. Shame flooding her, she sat on the toilet and went while her son watched.
"Okay," Ricky told her when she finished, "hit the shower. I want you fresh and clean for our next round."
"Oh, Ricky! Please no! Please don't do anything else to me! Please just leave me alone!" Carol begged, but she knew it was useless.
"Into the shower, bitch! And don't forget to wash your hair and brush your teeth!"
Carol wanted to stay in the shower forever. She had scrubbed herself three times and washed her hair twice. Still she felt dirty. She wondered if she would ever feel clean again.
"Alright, mom, you've been in there long enough." Ricky called to her. Reluctantly, she turned off the water and pushed aside the shower curtain. Ricky stood and watched as she took a towel from the rack and dried herself. She wrapped the towel around her and tucked it in so it would stay in place, then stepped from the tub.
Ricky leaned against the door frame and watched as Carol first brushed her teeth and then used a blow dryer to dry her hair. She tried dawdling with the hair brush, attempting to delay what she knew was inevitable, but Ricky would have none of it.
"Okay, okay. Enough with the hairbrush. It's not like you're getting ready to go out or something."
Carol laid the brush down. "Ricky, please , don't , don't hurt me anymore. Please? You've done enough. Hurt me enough. Please, just leave me alone." Her voice was small, almost like a little girl's. Ricky grinned.
"I don't think so, mom. I'm having too much fun with you." Carol stood quietly as Ricky reached up and pulled the towel from her. She shut her eyes tightly as a tear traced a path down her cheek. She trembled, but didn't fight, as his hands roamed over her body. Carol's will was breaking under the continued abuse.
"Okay, mom. Let's go." Ricky took her by the arm and led her back to the bedroom. Carol tried to pull away from him, but he slammed her against the wall and pinned her with his forearm across her throat.
"Don't fuck with me, mom, unless you want to get hurt." Grabbing her arm, he dragged her into the bedroom. Pushing her onto the bed, he once more tied her wrists together with the rope that was still fastened to the bed.
"Oh, God, Ricky. Oh, God, please let me go! Please don't do anything else to me!"
Carol heard the doorbell ring and saw the grin on Ricky's face. He turned and left the bedroom. She heard him at the door, heard muted conversation. She heard movement in the hallway, coming closer. Ricky stepped into the room.
"I've got a surprise for you, mom. Something that I'll bet you'll love. Meet Kyle and Jason." Carol's eyes widened as two large young men stepped into the room. Both were as large as Ricky, and both were black. "Kyle and Jason are on the Junior High football team with me, and they promised me to show you a really good time!"
"Ricky, NO! Oh dear God, PLEASE NO!" Carol screamed as Kyle and Jason disrobed. "Stop them, Ricky! Please, PLEASE stop them!"
Ricky leaned against the door frame and watched as the two black teenagers climbed into bed with his mother. One laid on each side of her and started slowly abusing her. Ricky could see her squirming and twisting as their hands and mouths traveled over her body.
"Help me, Ricky! Please , ooohhhhh , help me! Don't , don't let them , let them , oh, GOD! , Leave me alone! , Please leave me ALONE!" Carol cried out as one of the young rapists stuffed a finger into her vagina. Carol's body snapped taut as the other rapist crammed a finger brutally up her asshole. Each one was sucking and chewing on her breasts, and Ricky felt himself getting hard as he watched his mother's body bounce and twist in a vain attempt to escape her tormenters.
"STOP IT!" she screamed in pain as the two blacks kept brutally finger fucking her pussy and her ass while they chewed viciously on her breasts. "Please, PLEASE stop it! Don't , don't HURT me! PLEASE don't HURT me!"
One of the blacks shifted position and covered Carol's mouth with his. She felt his tongue forcing it's way deep into her mouth. He was crushing his mouth to hers, his tongue reaching back into her throat. Ricky heard her crying and moaning around the oral intruder. He watched as she twisted and kicked futilely.
Ricky smiled as he watched Kyle and Jason change positions. He knew what was coming, had asked his friends to do this. Carol felt the panic rising within her as Kyle straddled her head and sat on her chest.
"DON'T! Not like this! PLEASE not like this! DON'T! Oh, God, you CAN'T! NO! PLEASE NNOOUUURRGGGGGGG!" Carol choked as Kyle crammed his thick, hard cock back into her throat. Her body was twisting and her legs kicking as Jason moved into position. Grabbing her legs, he forced them into the air and put her ankles on his shoulders. Carol screamed around the cock in her mouth as Jason jammed his dick completely into her cunt with one vicious thrust.
Ricky's mouth went dry as he watched his mother being simultaneously raped by the two black teenagers. From where he stood, he could see both black dicks moving in and out of Carol. He watched Kyle, gripping the hair on each side of her head, as he forced her mouth up and down the length of his shaft. He could see her legs kicking and pushing futilely against Jason, her feet pointed towards the ceiling, as he thrust brutally into her vagina. He could hear her gagging and trying to scream around the cock that filled her mouth.
Carol felt as if she would not survive the viciousness of this rape. Kyle was jamming her mouth onto his cock with such force she felt like he was tearing her throat. Jason was driving so deeply into her body that he was slamming against her cervix, causing Carol to jump and twitch in pain with each brutal penetration. She was kicking and twisting, jerking against the rope that held her arms, but it was all to no avail.
Ricky's cock was straining against the material of his blue jeans. He hadn't thought that seeing his mother brutalized would be so exciting for him. Watching Arnie rape her was one thing, but THIS! God, he felt as if he might shoot in his jeans any second!
Kyle and Jason were both moving faster, driving into Carol with increasing ferocity. Ricky heard them both moaning and grunting while Carol was gagging and retching. Kyle pulled Carol's face tight against his stomach and pistoned his hips, fucking her mouth. His head tipped back and he gritted his teeth. He growled deep in his throat and Carol snapped taut. Ricky knew that Kyle was filling her throat with cum.
Carol retched as the first long stream of thick cum shot into her throat. It was hot, stringy and revolting. She had to fight down the urge to vomit as Kyle shot stream after stream into her. Her throat and mouth were filling with the disgusting fluids. She felt as if she were drowning. Revolted by her own actions, Carol swallowed Kyle's load while tears burned her eyes.
"Oh, SHIT!" Jason moaned, and Carol felt him explode inside her. She felt the warmth of his cum spreading through her body and squeezed her eyes shut. Over and over he shot great wads of hot cum into her until he was drained. Never had she felt so filthy, so disgustingly dirty.
Both young men continued slowly stroking themselves into Carol. She felt them gradually softening inside of her as the tears traced paths down her cheeks. Finally, they pulled out of her and climbed off the bed. Carol collapsed, her body covered with sweat from the exertions that had been forced on her. She could feel Kyle's cum coating her tongue and the inside of her cheeks. She felt Jason's slowly leaking out of her, running into the crack of her ass. She watched them get dressed and walk over to Ricky. Once again, she felt a deep revulsion as she saw them handing money to her son, paying for the use of her body.
"Okay, guys. See you at school on Monday. Unless you decide you want some more pussy. In that case, just come on back."
"We'll keep that in mind, Bro. We may stop back later."
Carol trembled on hearing those words. How long was this going to continue? How much more could she take? She saw the three young men leave the room, heard Ricky let the two blacks out of the house. Then Ricky was coming back down the hall.
"God, mom, you wouldn't believe how horny I got watching those two fuck you like that. I mean, I damn near creamed my jeans! So now I guess it's my turn again."
Carol squeezed her eyes shut as Ricky once more undressed. She felt him climb onto the bed. She didn't fight as he spread her legs and moved between them. She felt him on top of her, felt him guiding himself to her well lubricated vagina. "Please don't." she whispered as he entered her, then lay still and quiet while her son once more raped her.
He was moaning in her ear as he pumped himself inside her. She felt his hands roaming over her, felt him squeezing her breasts, felt him pounding into her. And yet, somehow, it seemed as if it was all happening to someone else. As if she were watching while someone she didn't know was raped. Strange. And then she moaned as she felt the warmth once again filling her.
Ricky finished draining himself into Carol, then laid on top of her for a few minutes. Finally, he pulled out of her and climbed off the bed. Carol watched while he got dressed.
"Ricky," she said when he finished, "can I please take another shower?"
Ricky looked at his mother. Her voice sounded strange. Calm. The look in her eyes seemed far away, as if she were staring at something in the distance.
"Sure, mom. You can take a shower. I like having you better when you're clean, anyway." Ricky untied Carol's wrists and she slowly got to her feet. She walked down the hall to the bathroom with Ricky following. She didn't try to close the door this time and simply got into the shower.
Ricky could see that she was starting to slip mentally. How far had he pushed her? How much farther did he have to go? Time to try a little experiment, to see how much she had slipped. While Carol showered, Ricky returned to her bedroom and rummaged in her drawers. He found what he was looking for and placed it on the bed. He returned to the bathroom just as Carol finished her shower.
Ricky watched as she toweled herself dry. She didn't try to wrap the towel around her this time, but simply hung it back on the rack. She brushed her teeth and dried and brushed her hair. She then turned to Ricky and quietly waited.
"I laid out an outfit for you, mom. Something I'd like to see you in. It's on your bed."
Ricky stepped aside and Carol stepped out of the bathroom. Turning, she walked down the hall to the bedroom. Laying on the bed were a white satin bra with matching panties and garter belt. Nylon stockings were laid next to the set and white four inch high heels sat on the floor. Carol didn't say a word. She simply walked to the bed and started dressing.
Once finished, Carol stood before Ricky while he inspected her.
"God, mom. You look great." he said as he pulled her to him. He leaned back against the dressing table and put his arms around her. His hands were kneading her buttocks as he locked his lips to hers. She felt his tongue enter her mouth and intertwine with hers. She allowed him to kiss her as his hands roamed over her.
"Kneel down, mom. Kneel down and suck on me for awhile."
Carol hung her head and shivered, but she knelt down on the carpeted floor of the bedroom. Ricky lowered his zipper and pulled his stiffening meat into view. Carol took him in her hand as she leaned forward and touched her lips to the head of his cock. Slowly, she took him into her mouth and moved up and down the length of his shaft, gently sucking on him as she did so.
"Oh, yeah! Oh, shit, yeah! That feels so good, mom. It feels so damned good!"
Ricky allowed Carol to suck on him for nearly ten minutes. He had his hands in her hair, guiding her to do what he wanted. She felt him getting ever harder as she worked on him. Carol rarely gagged now, even when she took him completely into her mouth. She heard Ricky moaning, felt his pace quicken. Pulling her head to him, he shot a thick stream of cum straight down her throat. Without reaction, Carol swallowed each successive load that he pumped into her. She kept sucking on him, even after he had finished cumming.
"Okay, mom. That's enough. Stand up."
Carol took the cock out of her mouth and got to her feet. "I'm hungry, mom. Why don't you make some dinner?" Carol stared at Ricky for a moment before heading for the kitchen. Ricky followed her. He sat at the kitchen table, admiring his mother's body in the skimpy, sexy outfit while she cooked.
When his mother put dinner on the table, Ricky ate with gusto. Carol ate mechanically, as if she wasn't aware of what she was putting into her mouth. Ricky finished first and waited for Carol to finish. When she did, Ricky ogled her as she cleared the table and put the dishes in the dishwasher.
Walking up behind her, Ricky put his arms around her. One hand went to her breast while the other went to her crotch. Carol stood quietly and let her son fondle her. Taking her by the arm, Ricky lead her to the living room and laid her down on the couch. Carol watched as he again removed his clothes.
Ricky laid down next to Carol. He slipped his left arm under her neck and leaned down over her, locking his mouth to hers. His right hand was roaming over her body, stroking and squeezing. Carol whimpered quietly as she felt him slip a finger inside her. He worked his finger slowly around her insides, pumping it in and out of her. Nature took over, and Carol felt herself getting wet.
"Oh, God. Oh, God stop. Don't do that. Please don't do that." she whimpered as Ricky's finger found her clit and slowly massaged it. His experience may have been limited, but he had read enough porn to have an idea of what to do. She felt the butterflies in her stomach as his finger gently worked on her clit.
Ricky's mouth shifted to ear and gently nibbled it. Still his finger massaged her love button. Carol whimpered as she realized her body was beginning to respond to her son's ministrations. Without realizing it, she had started moving her hips in time with his finger.
"Uuuuooohhh. Please don't, Ricky." Her voice was low and soft. "Please don't , don't , do that. Ooohhh. Oh, Jesus. Oh, Jesus. Please don't make me. Please don't make me."
"Don't make you what, mom?" he murmured into her ear. "Don't make you what?"
A tear trickled down her cheek as she answered in a near whisper. "Don't , make me ,. make me , cum. Please, Ricky. Please leave me , that. Uuuuooohhh! Don't , don't , uuuuooohhh!"
Ricky felt his cock getting rock hard as his mother responded to his mouth and finger. She was starting to moan deep in her throat and her hips were moving more rapidly against his hand. His finger never left her clit and the stimulation was becoming more that Carol could bear. Her eyes closed and her head lolled slowly from side to side.
"Uuuuooohhh uuuuooohhh uuuuooohhh. No. P-please , no. Don't , make , make , uuuuooohhh , uuuuooohhh , make me , c-c-c-cummmm , uuuuooohhhhhhhhhhhh!" Her chin came up and her eyes squeezed shut as the long, low moan escaped her throat. Ricky felt Carol's muscles tighten, felt the trembling in her body. Ricky continued working on Carol as the orgasm washed through her. Finally, the orgasm past, Carol collapsed on the couch.
Oh, Ricky. Oh, God, Ricky." she whimpered. "Why? Why did you , did you , make me , make me do that? I feel so , so !
"Slutty? Is that what you feel, mom? Like a slut? You came for your son. Does that make you feel like a slut? If it does, good! That's what I want you to feel like. And now, since you had your fun, it's my turn to cum!"
She felt Ricky's hands roaming over her as she chastised herself for losing control of her body. It was bad enough, completely hideous, to be raped by her son. But to respond! To actually have an orgasm! What kind of person was she? Was she really a slut? How could she have let that happen?
"Roll over, mom."
"Oh, God, Ricky, please not that again. Not that. It , it hurts so , so bad." Tears filled Carol's eyes as she begged her son for mercy.
"I said roll over, mom." Ricky said with an evil grin on his face.
Her will starting to break, Carol rolled over onto her stomach. Ricky climbed onto her back. She felt him push the material of her panties aside and press his cock against her dry rectum.
"Please, Ricky, please get some , some , Vaseline. It , it won't , hurt so much."
"I don't think so, mom. I like it this way. I like having to force my way into you. I like the way you react to it." he said as the head of his cock entered her.
"Oh, God! Ricky, please!" Carol whimpered as Ricky forced his way deeper into her. Her body stiffened and she groaned as more of his meat entered her. Then, with a grunt, Ricky overcame the resistance of her rectum and drove completely into her bowels. Carol buried her face in the cushions while her son buried his cock in her ass.
"Damn, your ass feels so good, mom. It feels so fucking good!" Ricky moaned in her ear as he brutally sodomized her. Carol whimpered each time he drove into her, her body trembling and twitching, but she didn't fight, she didn't plead. Again, she started to drift, started to feel like this was happening to someone else. She turned her head and opened her eyes. She laid still and stared at the wall while Ricky fucked her faster and harder. She heard him groan and then felt the heat filling her bowels as he came, but it didn't matter. It wasn't her. It was someone else. A stranger. A poor stranger. Carol felt sorry for her, whoever she was.
Ricky pulled his now flaccid dick from Carol's ass and stood up. She slowly raised herself to a sitting position on the couch. Ricky went to the phone and made a call. Carol was only a few feet from him, but what he said was completely incomprehensible to her.
Carol was still sitting there fifteen minutes later when the doorbell rang. She watched as her son opened the door and a file of teenage boys entered the living room. There were seventeen of them, ranging in age from thirteen to sixteen. Four were black, three were Hispanic and one was Asian. The other nine were Caucasian. They stood quietly as their eyes roamed over Carol's near naked body. The satin lingerie, nylons, and high heels were affecting all of them the same, and Ricky could see the bulges growing in their pants.
"Look, mom. Customers! And you get to pull a train!"
"Oh, Ricky. Don't , don't let them." she said in a near whisper. "Please don't let them."
And then they were on her, dragging her off of the couch and throwing her to the floor. They were like animals, grabbing and squeezing, fondling every part of her body. Hands and mouths covered her, fingers penetrated her.
"Ricky! Stop them! Please, stop them! Ruuuuuurrrggg!" Carol screamed as a cock penetrated her vagina, but she was cut short as a second cock was jammed into her mouth. She screamed around the cock in her mouth as a third was jammed into her asshole. Ricky could just see his mother's legs and one of her arms protruding from the pile of bodies that were ravishing her. The brutality of it was beyond anything that Carol had experienced so far.
The cock in her mouth exploded, filling her throat with cum. As soon as it was withdrawn, another took it's place, pushing back into her throat. She felt the heat of cum filling her vagina and her bowels as the two young rapists came, and as soon as their softening organs were pulled out of her, fresh, hard ones were crammed into her. There was no let up. Her mouth, ass and cunt were constantly filled with teenage meat. As soon as one would finish, another would take his place. Over and over they raped her, jamming themselves as deeply into her as possible.
And then, Carol was no longer aware of what was happening to her. Her mind, unable to take anymore, shut down. She lay quietly for nearly two and a half hours while the gang of teenagers used her in every way imaginable. All of them raped her at least twice. Some took her three times. A few had her four. Finally satiated, the seventeen teenagers paid Ricky and left.
Ricky checked his watch and noted it was three-fifteen on Sunday afternoon. His mother's rape had been going on for nearly forty-eight hours. He looked down at her laying on the floor. Her legs were spread wide. Her eyes were vacant, staring at nothing. Her mouth hung open. There was drying cum on her cheeks and in her hair, and he could see the crotch of her panties was sopping wet. God only knew how much cum had been pumped into her this afternoon.
Ricky bent down and shook his mother. He slapped her across the face. He took a nipple between thumb and forefinger and brutally twisted it. No reaction. No reaction at all. Mentally, she was destroyed.
It was time to complete his plan. Ricky picked Carol up and carried her into the bedroom. He removed her lingerie, nylons and high heels. The high heels he placed in the closet. The lingerie and nylons he burnt in the fireplace. Returning to the bedroom, Ricky once again tied his mother's wrists together.
Ricky looked at his mother. He had become aroused watching the gang rape in the living room. He checked his watch. There was time. Climbing onto the bed, Ricky straddled Carol's face. Carol didn't react at all as Ricky crammed his dick into her mouth and began fucking her throat. The vacant gaze remained in tact as Ricky pounded into her. She was unaware of her son moaning deep in his throat, and when he shot his cum into her throat, there was no reaction at all from her.
Ricky climbed off of his mother and straightened out his clothes. Running his fingers through his hair, he went to the phone and dialed.
"Nine-one-one, what is your emergency?"
"Oh God! It's my mother!" Ricky screamed in mock panic. "Somebody's hurt her! I need an ambulance! Please hurry! Oh, God, please hurry!"
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It was nearly a week later and Ricky was temporarily living in juvenile home while the authorities searched for his father. Carol had been placed in a mental hospital in an attempt to reach her, but she didn't respond to anyone or anything.
The police had gathered what clues they could from the Sims' residence, but they were scanty. Multiple offenders were involved, that was beyond question. It was also beyond question that Carol Sims had been violently and repeatedly raped. Not much else was known. There was no sign of forced entry. No indication at all of how the perpetrators had gained entrance to the home. It almost seemed as if Carol Sims had let them in. Was someone she knew involved, then? All they really knew was that Carol's son, Ricky, had come home Sunday evening and found his naked, brutalized mother tied to the bed. The police felt sorry for the kid. How traumatic must that have been?
A staff member of the home leaned into the small room that Ricky shared with three other boys. "Ricky, they want you down at administration. They've found your father."
"All right!" Ricky jumped up and literally ran down the hall. He entered the administration office and looked around. Only the secretary was in sight.
"Your father's in Mr. Clarks office." she smiled at him. Ricky went to the closed door, hesitated, then knocked.
"Come in." a voice from inside said. Ricky opened the door and stepped in. Mr. Clark, the Chief Administrator, was sitting behind his desk. In a visitors chair sat Mark Sims, Ricky's father.
Mr. Clark stood up and stepped around the desk. "I'll leave you two alone." He left the office, closing the door behind him.
"Dad!" Ricky ran to his father and threw his arms around him. They were finally going to be together. This was what it had all been about.
"Easy, kid. Easy." Mark Sims said as he freed himself from Ricky's grasp.
"I'm so glad you're here, dad! You don't know how long , how long I've wanted to , wanted to ! the emotion got the better of Ricky and the tears trailed down his cheeks.
"Wanted to what?" Mark asked.
"Well , to be with you! To LIVE with you! And now I can!" Ricky was smiling broadly even as the tears ran from his eyes.
"Look kid, I don't know where you got the idea that you would be living with me, but you can get it out of your head right now."
"But , but , mom's in the hospital. She can't keep us apart anymore!"
"Keep us apart?" Mark laughed out loud. "Where did you get that fucked up idea? Your mother didn't keep us apart. Hell, I didn't want any part of you. When.
THE END
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