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Most hoi polloi think that they are immune to travesty of offense and that calamity only happens to somebody else. I can attest, that is not honest and that everyone has his or her round in the barrel so to speak.

Depending on the extent of the crime, the power to look yesteryear and make a motion forward is handled by an individual's personal way of dealing with it.

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

My crook in the drum happened at the cusp of my fortieth class. 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 magnetic north and I took over the house near the city. Our two children split their clock time between us at their own leisure, but to the highest degree of the clock time they are with me as they are still in school day. Ben just turned eighteen and Sammy, she is now sixteen.

The breakup is probably my own fault, but I am not good-for-naught, as I would do it all over again most assuredly. hayrick's little brother was just too allure and I was just too reckless to care. The short, but hot amour pretty lots blew up the family. From my viewpoint, it was worth it.

Unfortunately, us getting caught ended the social occasion too. But it opened the room access to the uninhibited enlargement of my own desires and spouse as Rick and I now did not share the same environs. queer thing is, after a half of a year uncomfortable stint, Rick and I are more conversational friends than when we lived together. Go figure.

That all being said, it was the outpouring of this class when both nestling had their leap break that I made program to chat my parents condo in Florida. Sammy did not want to go, so she was going to stay with kink, but I managed to con Ben to make the journey south with me.

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

We began our journey on a Fri. Barely went a century miles or so to the south side of the large urban center in the State just below us. It is a city that is known for it's violent 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 center to grab some refreshments and stretch our legs. Ben pointed out that there seemed to be a lot of seedy looking eccentric hanging out near the ingress. I pooh-poohed the contention.

Completely unmindful to anything possibly happening as Ben and I purchased our stuff, went back to the car where I decided to let Ben shoot the next bit at the wheel.

We had barely pulled out of the parking lot when black arm reached around my neck and felt a hard objective against my go forth temple.

I was so startled, that my eubstance did an involuntary jump, decent to see stars from the impact against the hard aim against my temple.

Managing to plough my head slightly, I could see Ben's open expression of fear, his optic the size of saucers.

The objective against my head pulled back slightly and allowed me to see the objective. It was a burnished revolver being held by a black kid around the Saami age as Ben.

I started to say,"You don't have to…"

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

My brain finished his statement for him"fumble your mastermind out ”, but that is not what he said.

"I'll thrust my black pecker so far down your honkey throat you'll feel like it is coming out of your cunt !"

Oh hoot, I thought, how am I going to get out of this. I had inadvertently reached into my handbag and grabbed one of the heaps of money rolled up thinking I could just make him the wad and he might just go away. But, his consultation to…uh, shoving his pecker down my throat, added to this just being a possible robbery.

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

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

Ben nodded.

"driveway to the next stoppage and build a rightfield up the alley"the kid with the gun directed.

His arm relaxed around my cervix and then he shoved his hand down the forepart of my blouse.

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

Ben almost hit the curb bit ; a combination of care, confusion, and anger scatter across his face has watched the criminal squeeze his mother's tit.

An emotion of awe, revile, and plethora waved over me along with a gumption of helplessness…I had absolutely no idea what to do except I did not desire this kid to harm either Ben or me.

"Oh man…yo tit is still unshakable bitch"he squeezed it gruelling,"hey bro'you get a hazard to find these tits ?"directing his comment to Ben.

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

"Pull into this garage ”, the bastard nodded in the focussing 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 keys and pass in battlefront of us…we are going into my cave, up the stairs and into the bed elbow room ”, he directed while quickly exiting the car and opening my doorway pulling me out.

My blouse was ripped and with my bra pulled down my entrust tit was out in the spread. The move probably caused Ben to look right at it…I went to cover it up but the asshole seize my wrists and put them behind me.

He had the gun pushed directly into my spinal column, using it to steer me in the direction he wanted.

I hoped that someone would see what was happening in broad daylight. The windowpane of all the homes around were so dirty I wondered if anyone was there or if they could see out of them. venture it did not affair because we were in the house before I could even conceive of making a commotion.

"Up the stairs…GO !"the kid demanded.

When I made the thirdly step…the son of a bitch thrust his hand up my wench, grabbing my vagina through my scanty. It caused me to jump…the gun pushed a little harder into my back.

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

It was a large bedchamber, a world-beater size of it bed, a dresser, a death chair ... a tripod with a tv camera on it facing the bed…another camera on the dresser facing the bed, and then another one facing the foot of the bed from the headboard. The chair faced the foot of the bed.

This fucker is going to make a movie of his actions ? 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 asshole, can not be that sick.

He pushed Ben towards the chair,"Take your shirt off…now ”.

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

The black kid made a move towards Ben, startling him. Ben quickly pulled his shirt over his caput and the dent stopped.

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

The perp pulled open the chest of drawers drawer and withdrew a couplet of duo of cuff. Obviously he was going to restrain us…maybe that was his whole ploy. Did he opine we were productive and possibly try to ransom us ? Should we act as along…he would not actually damage the good then…would he ? That might explain the cameras.

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

"Yo bitch…get over here and take your male child pant off…get him au naturel ”. He motioned with the gun.

I hesitated…started to object.

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

I walked in social movement of Ben with a spirit of apology on my face, did not need to embarrass 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 compensate up.

I bent down and undid Ben's horseshoe pulling them off along with his socks, then stood back up and tentatively moved my hands towards his belt.

"Jesus FUCKING CHRIST bitch !"the perp yelled,"You ain't no fucking virgin…STRIP YOUR FUCKING KID !"

He slapped the backbone of pass so heavily my face mashed against Ben's berm ; my unleash tit and display mammilla glanced against his chest.



I was not physically hurt and quickly pulled away a minuscule expecting Ben to express a sign of sympathy. But if he was, I could not tell, he just looked at his chest where my tit and boob touched him and at my breast.

"WELL…GET HIS FUCKING knickers OFF ! cunt ”.

I unclasped Ben's whang and then had to put the close of my fingers behind the waistcloth to unbutton his pants. Feeling my fingers touching his cutis, evidently causing Ben to suck in his abdomen. One of my digit accidentally touched a backbreaking object just below the waistline band.

Pulled the zip fastener down and grabbed both side of meat of his jeans to pull them down. I wiggled them and they slowly dropped around his thighs, but then his jeans hung up. Somehow his underclothes were coming down with his pants…and…he had a punishing 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 clothes off of him…I wan na see that you made your son's dick stand up…DO IT !"

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

A hand pushed the rachis of my head ; Ben's member was forced against my boldness. I tried to draw in back but the helping hand would not let me.

It was only a moment or so, but why didn't Ben try to displace ? Too scared ?

As I stood back up…for some cause my middle fixated on Ben's phallus that just a second ago was pinned from my jaw to my forehead. His penis was no retentive a penis of a child…and the rigor of it still a lingering computer storage of the skin on my face.

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

"Sit down ”, the asshole motioned in the counselling 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. rock my head cast out the thought.

Ben sat down in the chairwoman while the perpetrator unlocked one side of the cuffs before slipping them through a bar on the back of the seat.


Ben just sat there…arms behind his book binding, completely nude. How blockade he must be.

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

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

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

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

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

Let my blouse downslope to the floor and spun my bra around to unclasp it since both my titty were exposed now anyway.

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

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

"No…leave them on…you can hold open your high up heel on ”. The asshole directed.

I reached behind me to unclasp my bird. Both Ben and the bastard subconsciously licked their lip. OMG I thought…are all Male perverts ?

I lowered my doll and stepped out of it, my high heel still on. All that covered me now was my very lean, red silk bikini panties.

Other than one having an anticipating smile, both these Guy'eyes were as capable as saucers…Shit, I thought, had just trimmed my Dubyuh to almost nothing and shaved near 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 binding of some sorts.

The asshole nodded…

I wiggled out of my panties.

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


His pecker was as voiceless as a rock.

The bastard was rubbing his own genital organ with his devoid hand. I knew were this was going.

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

"What the screw is awry with you crab ?"My cough and gagging must throw interrupted his string of thought…maybe it was working.

For the first meter since he ordered me to shut up…I radius, in a gargling timbre to stress my resolution,"Uh…need water…something to salute ”.

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

"Come here…need to make 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 steps towards him, right side by side to Ben sitting on the chair.

"spring me your workforce ”.

I put my hands in nominal head of me.

He put the gun in his waistband and grabbed one of my wrists. idea of going for his gun…but he is too promptly and now had both my wrists.

Spreading my weapon, he pulled me in figurehead of Ben…to keep from falling over ; I had to circularise my peg. I was now almost straddling Ben…

Again with the OMG moment raced through my head. My son…in straw man and below me…his penis 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 draw back, but he was too secure and my gamy heels did not help.

He jerked my wrists towards him…I landed dispersed bird of Jove on Ben.

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

The asshole again jerked my arms…forcing my pectus into Ben's face…my…my tits were like Koran ends encompassing his face.


I felt the child's play of turnup around my wrists…could not move them, they were behind Ben…then the asshole grabbed my mortise joint, another cuff around my ankle joint securing it to the back leg of the chair…then the other.


Shit…Ben and I were locked together…if I tried to push up…oh my, can't do that, Ben's penis might…the sentiment made me twinge…might slickness between my pegleg and it would only have one of two topographic point to go.

The shit let out a laugh,"Ok…there ya go…will be correctly back with something to drink. Kid…if you can't hold it…go ahead and fuck yo ho mother's pussy, that is what it is for."He again laughed as he walked out the door.

As soon as he was out of plenty, I apologized to Ben,"Oh baby…I am so, so sorry…this it dreaded, lets celebrate our straits and we will get through this."

He had to make a motion his headland to respond…his quick mouth against my titty coupled with the cool air of the room…son of a bitch…I could not bar 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 osculation for his understanding…went for his forehead, but somehow kissed him smack on the lips.

It was just a second.

I looked to the side…saw our reflection in the vanity mirror…our au naturel physical structure molded against each other. The television camera on the tripod had the red recording light blinking. For all intention and purpose…Ben and I easily could be mistaken for us…for us having intercourse.

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

minute later the perpetrator was back holding two methamphetamine of water.

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

Then he did the Same for Ben…only with the former glass. imagine the bastard has no queasiness of forcing a mother and son to rub their nude person trunk against each other, but to share water is different.


For some reason…I conjecture I must deliver been totally dehydrated…had to have him end up the unhurt glass…and the bastard obliged.

In the few moments it took for the bastard to change by reversal and set the glasses down…I started to get light headed.

Then my eubstance began to feel almost disconnected…looked down at Ben and thought I noticed his eye 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 kibosh it…legs turned to rubberize, my body fell, Ben's penis impaled me…somehow I was lubricated enough to only find a little discomfort.

Oh…needed to get off…but my headland was spinning and did not appear to get number command of my trunk. I tried to come up up…but for some grounds could not rise up enough now to…to…was Ben's penis growing ?

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

Ben was moving his head back and forth…he was going from one of my breasts to the other…then sucking on my nipples…my consistency seemed to be helping him while at the Saami time my brainpower was disconnected.

I realized that as I was trying to nobble off of Ben, he was raising his modest torso in the like sequence…whether or not I was trying to…Ben and I were…hell for the want of a punter word, we were going through the motions of fucking !

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

Had to shut my optic again…the room rushing around…my trunk was now going up and down on its own…something in my mind or was it my torso, I do not know…a sense of urging, an importunity of need, have never felt the need this much in my life.

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

Somewhere within this uncontrolled evolvement of lust…my work force were free…my legs…Ben's manus were now fondling ; squeezing my tits…he was biting my nipples. My cognizance watched from afar and had no lesson connecter to what my nous was seeing. I was watching some sick, perverted display from afar, but my soundbox was responding with an insatiate desire.

There I was…my body totally enveloping this man's…trying to scourge it like a wild animal ... and he was doing the same to mine. A kaleidoscope of Passion, began playing out in my judgment eye, and no affair how my brain tried to rationalize, it could not.

However long this was, it was beyond me, both our bodies were glistening in sweat, our breathing gulping air between trashy low moan of ecstasy.

I felt my eubstance rise…Ben picked me up, my pegleg still wrapped around him because my body refused to let go…it needed him…it needed that cock to reach 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 sparkle in my straits, something in me broke like an plosion 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 semen cat deep within me.

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

As soon as my orgasm receded, the sense of urgency again welled up, but it was a different need…I felt my body swan 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 heavy, still ready.

Had it in my hand…touched my back talk to its head…licked the wetness of our juice from the sides…felt the bulging veins as my mouth expanded…the bulbous head moving into my pharynx. Could not barricade the luxuria of need…absolutely no sentiency of propriety…that cock was mine…mine right field now.

Without conscious thought my peg had straddled my son's head…like icing on the bar, the belief of his natural language splitting my cunt drove chill through my body.

As if from a far distance…I heard a voice…"Holy shit bitch…you've been sucking your son's gumshoe for an 60 minutes 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 sparkle again and just before the fireworks…Ben went rigid…his cock again spewing Forth in super acid of creamy cum…then it was my turn.

Woke up in pitch-blackness. Took awhile to realize my head teacher wondering if I just had a dream…a sick 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 oddment of a sex partners cum…HOLY son of a bitch ! I didn't…could not have…no fucking way. I touched my lips…they too were slightly tumid, my mandible musculus sore.

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

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

"Ben ”, I whispered,"Is that you ?"

The organic structure 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 tranquillise 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 darkness, I tried to picture my surroundings, remembered there was a little lamp on a sales booth in the recess. Fumbled over and turned it on.

other than the furniture, everything else was gone…the electric chair, the handcuff, the television cameras.

It was just Ben and I…and a piece of paper along with a DVD platter on the dresser.

The paper read,"A memento of your experience is on the DVD, if you go to the cop, the original will be distributed. Your handbag is in the top drawer along with your car Florida key. Sorry about taking your clothes, but quite sure you understand. You both are cancel, only had to give 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 shake the gossamer from my brain…as the vision of Ben and I sexually together passed through.

Fifteen mo later we were in the car trying to find the superhighway while pulling on clothes .