Dangerous times

Most people think that they are immune to travesty of crime and that tragedy only happens to someone else. I can certify, that is not true and that everyone has his or her act in the barrel so to speak.

Depending on the extent of the crime, the ability to seem past and move forward is handled by an single's personal way of dealing with it.

Mine is unlike than yours for example. So if you do not like my way…too bad.

My spell in the barrel happened at the leaflet of my fortieth year. A year and a half after my husband and I became estranged. We are not divorced, but separated. He is living in what used to be our cabin in the north and I took over the sign near the city. Our two youngster split their time between us at their own leisure, but most of the clip they are with me as they are still in school. Ben just turned eighteen and Sammy, she is now sixteen.

The detachment is probably my own fault, but I am not distressing, as I would do it all over again almost assuredly. hayrick's picayune Brother was just too tempting and I was just too heady to care. The short circuit, but hot affair pretty much blew up the kinsfolk. From my standpoint, it was worth it.

Unfortunately, us getting caught ended the affair too. But it opened the door to the uninhibited expansion of my own desires and partners as Rick and I now did not parcel the same surround. Funny matter is, after a half of a year uncomfortable stretch, Rick and I are more colloquial booster than when we lived together. Go figure.

That all being said, it was the natural spring of this year when both kids had their spring prison-breaking that I made plan to visit my parents condo in FL. Sammy did not want to go, so she was going to stay with wrick, but I managed to con Ben to progress to the journey south with me.

Totally honest, I had not one malicious thought in any way or form. I figured it would be a two to three day drive down, taking my time, since my parents would not be back from their holiday until the heart of the next week.

We began our journey on a Friday. Barely went a hundred geographical mile or so to the south face of the large city in the state just below us. It is a city that is known for it's vehement crime…still I had no business organisation because it happens to everyone else and not me.

So I thought.

Ben and I got off the highway by a shopping eye to grab some refreshment and elongate our branch. Ben pointed out that there seemed to be a lot of seedy looking characters hanging out near the entree. I pooh-poohed the contention.

Completely oblivious to anything possibly happening as Ben and I purchased our material, went back to the car where I decided to let Ben use up the succeeding turn at the wheel.

We had barely pulled out of the parking lot when fateful arm reached around my neck and felt a hard physical object against my will temple.

I was so startled, that my body did an involuntary startle, plenty to see lead from the impact against the hard target against my temple.

Managing to work my brain slightly, I could see Ben's overt expression of awe, his eyes the size of it of saucers.

The object against my heading pulled back slightly and allowed me to see the objective. It was a shiny revolver being held by a disgraceful kid around the Saame age as Ben.

I started to say,"You don't have to…"

But then was cut off by the intruder,"Shut your mouth honky bitch…you open it again and I'll… ”.

My head finished his statement for him"flub your brains out ”, but that is not what he said.

"I'll shove my black dick so far down your honky throat you'll feel like it is coming out of your slit !"

Oh diddly, I thought, how am I going to get out of this. I had inadvertently reached into my handbag and grabbed one of the chaw of money rolled up thinking I could just give him the wad and he might just bequeath. But, his point of reference to…uh, shoving his cock down my throat, added to this just being a possible robbery.

He turned his attention to Ben,"cause where I's tell you or I'll do this bitch right now."

He paused and then asked,"This bitch your ma ?"

Ben nodded.

"Drive to the next pulley block and make a right up the alleyway"the kid with the gun directed.

His arm relaxed around my neck and then he shoved his handwriting down the front of my blouse.

"Ho fuck bitch…nice tit…these substantial ?"He squeezed my left white meat through my bra and then pulling my bra down he fondled my bare tit.

Ben almost hit the curb ; a combination of fear, muddiness, and anger fan out across his human face has watched the criminal squeeze his female parent's tit.

An emotion of fearfulness, revile, and embarrassment waved over me along with a mother wit of helplessness…I had absolutely no thought what to do except I did not want this kid to harm either Ben or me.

"Oh man…yo tit is still tauten squawk"he squeezed it hard,"hey bro'you get a chance to experience these titmouse ?"directing his input to Ben.

Ben's typeface was red with anger and he did not say anything.

"puff into this garage ”, the bastard nodded in the instruction of an old dilapidated garage with no door on it, behind an even more dilapidated old house that had to be abandoned.

Ben pulled in and stopped.

"Gim me the keystone and walk in movement of us…we are going into my cave, up the stairs and into the bed room ”, he directed while quickly exiting the car and opening my door pulling me out.

My blouse was ripped and with my bra pulled down my left wing tit was out in the open. The social movement probably caused Ben to look right at it…I went to cover up it up but the cocksucker catch my carpus and put them behind me.

He had the gun pushed directly into my back, using it to steer me in the counseling he wanted.

I hoped that soul would see what was happening in spacious daylight. The window of all the house around were so dirty I wondered if anyone was there or if they could see out of them. pretend it did not affair because we were in the house before I could even mean of making a commotion.

"Up the stairs…GO !"the kid demanded.

When I made the one-third step…the asshole thrust his hired man up my skirt, grabbing my vagina through my panties. It caused me to jump…the gun pushed a little harder into my back.

"The room access to the left…go in"he directed both Ben and I.

It was a large chamber, a queen size bed, a dresser, a chair ... a tripod with a camera on it facing the bed…another television camera on the dressing table facing the bed, and then another one facing the foot of the bed from the headboard. The chair faced the foundation of the bed.

This fucker is going to make a movie of his action ? No…no fucking way. But he has both a gun and…Ben. Oh my god…Ben…he is not going to do this in front of my son. Absolutely not…even this motherfucker, can not be that sick.

He pushed Ben towards the hot seat,"issue your shirt off…now ”.

Ben looked really confused…as was I. A idea flashed in my brain…he wasn't going to…no, no I pushed that estimate right out of my head.

The pitch-dark kid made a move towards Ben, startling him. Ben quickly pulled his shirt over his head and the pecker stopped.

Ben stood there in his dungaree and bare chest…noticed that he had gained some muscle.

The perp pulled open the dresser drawer and withdrew a yoke of pair of handcuffs. Obviously he was going to restrain us…maybe that was his whole ploy. Did he think we were rich and possibly try to ransom us ? Should we represent along…he would not actually damage the goods then…would he ? That might explain the cameras.

That thought was dashed almost immediately right after he took Ben's hands and handcuffed them behind him.

"Yo bitch…get over here and take your boy pants off…get him defenseless ”. He motioned with the gun.

I hesitated…started to object.

"BITCH…this is NOT a game…move your fucking pussy over and uncase your kid naked"he cocked the gun.

I walked in presence of Ben with a look of excuse on my face, did not want to hinder him, but did not get a choice.

He looked consolatory, but he also kept moving his optic from mine to my still exposed breast. This embarrassed me too, but I was afraid to try to continue up.

I bent down and untie Ben's brake shoe pulling them off along with his socks, then stood back up and tentatively moved my paw towards his belt.

"Saviour shag CHRIST bitch !"the perp yelled,"You ain't no fucking virgin…STRIP YOUR nookie KID !"

He slapped the back of top dog so hard my face mashed against Ben's berm ; my loose tit and queer mammilla glanced against his chest.



I was not physically hurt and quickly pulled away a footling expecting Ben to show a sign of sympathy. But if he was, I could not tell, he just looked at his pectus where my nipple and bosom touched him and at my breast.

"WELL…GET HIS shtup PANTS OFF ! BITCH ”.

I unclasped Ben's belt and then had to put the ends of my finger's breadth behind the waistband to unbutton his pants. Feeling my fingers touching his peel, evidently causing Ben to breastfeed in his belly. One of my fingers accidentally touched a hard object just below the waist band.

Pulled the zip down and grabbed both side of his jean to rive them down. I wiggled them and they slowly dropped around his thighs, but then his dungaree hung up. Somehow his underwear were coming down with his pants…and…he had a hard on.

OH MY GOD ! I thought…how the fuck…I mean…ok now what ?

The perp let out laugh…and then,"come on Hoe…pull those wearing apparel off of him…I wan na see that you made your son's dick base up…DO IT !"

I heard him step forward. Ben's member sprung relinquish, bobbing against his belly as I bent down pulling his jeans towards the floor. My face was only inches from my son's penis.

A manus pushed the back of my head ; Ben's penis was forced against my face. I tried to pull back but the handwriting would not let me.

It was only a here and now or so, but why didn't Ben try to move ? Too scared ?

As I stood back up…for some reasonableness my optic fixated on Ben's penis that just a arcsecond ago was pinned from my jaw to my forehead. His penis was no retentive a penis of a child…and the callosity of it still a lingering memory of the pelt on my face.

The bastard let out a hearty laugh. I felt a rage burn in side of me, but felt powerless to do anything about it.

"Sit down ”, the bastard motioned in the direction of the chair with his gun, while definitely speaking to Ben.

Ben's penis immediately deflated…at that moment, had to ask myself in my head as to why I was even noticing that. judder my head word cast out the thought.

Ben sat down in the chair while the perpetrator unlocked one side of the handlock before slipping them through a bar on the binding of the seat.


Ben just sat there…arms behind his rear, completely nude. How embarrassed he must be.

"Ok ho bitch…now you. Take them off ”, he waved the gun from my groundwork to my head and then down again.

"What the fuck…really ?"I thought, wasn't enough for him to take in my knocker hanging out in battlefront of my son, but…everything ?

"whitey bitch…DID I STUTTER ? Or are you just stupid ?"he pointed the gun at Ben's head.

I unbuttoned my blouse, trying not to pretend eye physical contact with Ben, but could see peripherally that he was watching me so I tried to ferment away.

"LISTEN BITCH…FACE YOUR FUCKING SON AND comic strip !"The asshole was enjoying this.

Let my blouse fall to the storey and spun my bra around to unclasp it since both my breasts were exposed now anyway.

As I dropped my bra, Ben's penis came back to attention…tried not to directly appear at it, but somehow had trouble averting my centre. Ben's eyes seemed riveted on my chest.

Trying to stall, I started to step out of my heels.

"No…leave them on…you can keep your high heels on ”. The dickhead directed.

I reached behind me to unclasp my chick. Both Ben and the prick subconsciously licked their rim. OMG I thought…are all males degenerate ?

I lowered my dame and stepped out of it, my eminent heels still on. All that covered me now was my very skimpy, red silk bikini panties.

former than one having an anticipating grinning, both these guy wire'eyes were as unresolved as saucers…Shit, I thought, had just trimmed my bush to almost nothing and shaved most of it just in case I had time this coming hebdomad to hit the beach when in Florida.

Now both of them were going to see all of me…without even having my natural cover of some sorts.

The asshole nodded…

I wiggled out of my panties.

There I was…just a twin feet from my son…totally naked.


His bill was as hard as a rock.

The bastard was rubbing his own crotch with his free hand. I knew were this was going.

I started to cough…a combination of nerves and an endeavour to stall the inevitable.

"What the fuck is wrongly with you bitch ?"My coughing and gagging must induce interrupted his train of thought…maybe it was working.

For the first metre since he ordered me to shut up…I rundle, in a gargling tone to emphasize my answer,"Uh…need water…something to drink ”.

I expected some underground, a rebutter ; instead the asshole just nodded and smiled,"Ok ”.

"Come here…need to establish sure you can't go anywhere…will have to get something for you and your son to drink…BRING YOUR ASS OVER here !"he demanded.

I made the two measure towards him, right succeeding to Ben sitting on the chair.

"Give me your hands ”.

I put my hired man in nominal head of me.

He put the gun in his girdle and grabbed one of my carpus. Thought of going for his gun…but he is too straightaway and now had both my wrists.

Spreading my arms, he pulled me in front of Ben…to keep from falling over ; I had to circulate my wooden leg. I was now almost straddling Ben…

Again with the OMG moment raced through my head. My son…in front end and below me…his member like a billy club almost aimed at me…no…NO ! I internally screamed, this is not…no it is not going to happen.

I tried to rive back, but he was too strong and my high heels did not help.

He jerked my articulatio radiocarpea towards him…I landed spread eagle on Ben.

Thankfully, Ben's penis was so smashed, it was between us…and not in me. His rod was smashed between my mond right up to my belly. I automatically wiggled to make room…all that did is rolling wave Ben's member across my lowly body.

The asshole again jerked my arms…forcing my chest into Ben's face…my…my tits were same book ends encompassing his face.


I felt the snap of handcuff around my wrists…could not go them, they were behind Ben…then the shit grabbed my ankle, another manacle around my ankle securing it to the back leg of the chair…then the other.


Shit…Ben and I were locked together…if I tried to promote up…oh my, can't do that, Ben's penis might…the thought made me twinge…might slip-up between my legs and it would only feature one of two places to go.

The bastard let out a jest,"Ok…there ya go…will be right back with something to drink. Kid…if you can't keep it…go ahead and piece of tail yo ho female parent's pussy, that is what it is for."He again laughed as he walked out the door.

As soon as he was out of sight, I apologized to Ben,"Oh baby…I am so, so sorry…this it dread, lets preserve our headway and we will get through this."

He had to incite his capitulum to respond…his warmly mouth against my breast coupled with the cool air of the room…son of a bitch…I could not stop my nipple from hardening…and his…his, penis hard against my…shit the base of his penis was against my…my clit. My brain kept saying no, no, no, but my body was naturally reacting to stimulus.

Caught my breath…realized it sounded almost like a moan as Ben responded to me,"Mom…don't be sorry…it is not your fault…whatever…we'll get through it ”.

He looked up at me, from between my breast, and felt the need to give him a buss for his understanding…went for his frontal bone, but somehow kissed him smack on the lips.

It was just a second.

I looked to the side…saw our reflection in the dresser mirror…our nude organic structure molded against each other. The photographic camera on the tripod had the red recording light blinking. For all purpose and purpose…Ben and I easily could be mistaken for us…for us having intercourse.

That fucking disgorge bastard doing this to us knows exactly what he was doing.

consequence later the perpetrator was back holding two glasses of water.

He did not release us…he placed the glass to my lips…apparently I was thirsty and the water system tasted a little lemony, just how I liked it.

Then he did the same for Ben…only with the other trash. approximate the bastard has no qualms of forcing a female parent and son to rub their naked soundbox against each other, but to share water is different.


For some reason…I guess I must have been totally dehydrated…had to hold him finish the unit glass…and the shit obliged.

In the few moments it took for the son of a bitch to become and set the glasses down…I started to get light headed.

Then my body began to palpate almost disconnected…looked down at Ben and thought I noticed his eyes were glassing over.

The room began to spin, had to close my eyes…still it was as if I was watching from a far, away from my being.

Tried to move…to separate…forgot…oh no…Ben's phallus slipped across my vagina…had to stop it…legs turned to rubberize, my physical structure fell, Ben's member impaled me…somehow I was lubricated enough to only finger a trivial discomfort.

Oh…needed to get off…but my head was spinning and did not seem to give total control of my trunk. I tried to pinch up…but for some reason could not grow up enough now to…to…was Ben's penis growing ?

My legs went out again…Ben fully imbedded into me.

Ben was moving his nous back and forth…he was going from one of my bosom to the other…then sucking on my nipples…my organic structure seemed to be helping him while at the Saame time my mind was disconnected.

I realized that as I was trying to lift off of Ben, he was raising his crushed torso in the like sequence…whether or not I was trying to…Ben and I were…hell for the deficiency of a better Scripture, we were going through the movement of fucking !

The thing is, I was losing raceway of any time…and felt to be in another world. Every once in awhile that contraband bastard came into view…he was training a camera on us.

Had to close my middle again…the room rushing around…my body was now going up and down on its own…something in my head or was it my body, I do not know…a sentiency of urgency, an urgency of need, have never felt the pauperism this much in my life.

My body was surging to ecstasy, had absolutely no ascendance over it…in fact it was out of control.

Somewhere within this uncontrolled evolvement of lust…my paw were free…my legs…Ben's hands were now fondling ; squeezing my tits…he was biting my nipples. My awareness watched from afar and had no moral connection to what my brain was seeing. I was watching some sick, perverted appearance from afar, but my organic structure was responding with an insatiable desire.

There I was…my body totally enveloping this man's…trying to ravage it like a wild animal ... and he was doing the like to mine. A kaleidoscope of passion, began playing out in my judgement eye, and no issue how my brain tried to rationalise, it could not.

However long this was, it was beyond me, both our soundbox were glistening in sweat, our breathing gulping air between flash low moans of ecstasy.

I felt my soundbox rise…Ben picked me up, my ramification still wrapped around him because my consistence refused to let go…it needed him…it needed that prick to turn over as far as it could…it…I needed to be fucked.

We were now on the bed…Ben driving hard…beyond his control…I responded in kind.

Just as I started to see sparkling glitter in my head, something in me broke like an burst of fireworks. My fucking body wrenched and twisted…my hips driving up, down, and around. It was the biggest orgasm of my life…just as I felt Ben's hot come vomit up deep within me.

The culmination of my climax opened a moment of lucidity…I had just fucked the livelihood shite out my own son…and he had filled me with his sperm…that lucidity only lasted that moment though.

As soon as my sexual climax receded, the sense of urging again welled up, but it was a different need…I felt my eubstance wave Ben off of me…my hands finding his penis, wet with both his cum and his mother's.

Somehow…someway…I had to get that penis…that cock…it was still hard, still ready.

Had it in my hand…touched my lips to its head…licked the wetness of our juice from the sides…felt the bulging veins as my sassing expanded…the bulging head moving into my throat. Could not stop the lust of need…absolutely no signified of propriety…that pecker was mine…mine decently now.

Without witting thought my legs had straddled my son's head…like icing on the patty, the notion of his tongue splitting my bitch drove shivers through my body.

As if from a far distance…I heard a voice…"Holy shit bitch…you've been sucking your son's hawkshaw for an hour now…DAMN !"

The fog started to ease…

Ben sucked in my clit… fog and the need regenerated…the lust again overtook and restraint…here came the sparks again and just before the fireworks…Ben went rigid…his peter again spewing Forth River in jet plane of creamy cum…then it was my turn.

Woke up in pitch-blackness. Took awhile to clear my straits wondering if I just had a dream…a nauseous dream ?

My hands quickly traced across my body…I was nude…feeling between my ramification, my labia was swollen, puffy to the touch, my vagina seeping…from experience knowing that was the leftover of a sex partners cum…HOLY motherfucker ! I didn't…could not have…no fucking way. I touched my lips…they too were slightly puffy, my mandible muscles sore.

OH MY GOD…I had sex with my son ! Then the eternal sleep of the scenario rushed back…shit, we were abducted.

Reaching around the bed…felt a body, a tender body…no clothes.

"Ben ”, I whispered,"Is that you ?"

The body moved…then in a almost insensible whisper,"uh…yea…it's me…where are we ?"

"We got abducted…we…we, we have to get out of here"I said as quietly as I could.

"Oh…oh yeah…we…"Ben went quiet as if he was remembering something he should not have.

"Let's go ”, I said pushing him towards the sharpness of the bed.

Stumbling around in the dark, I tried to picture my surroundings, remembered there was a small lamp on a stand in the corner. Fumbled over and turned it on.

Other than the furniture, everything else was gone…the electric chair, the manacle, the video recording cameras.

It was just Ben and I…and a art object of composition along with a DVD disc on the dresser.

The newspaper publisher read,"A memento of your experience is on the DVD, if you go to the cops, the original will be distributed. Your purse is in the top draftsman along with your car winder. Sorry about taking your dress, but quite sure you understand. You both are naturals, only had to make you a very small douse, you both have latent, pent up intimate needs…quite sure you and Ben will be fucking soon !"

I turned towards Ben…waved the paper…we were standing there naked.

Had to throw off the gossamer from my brain…as the sight of Ben and I sexually together passed through.

fifteen minutes later we were in the car trying to get hold the freeway while pulling on clothes .