Margo woke up in the eye of the night. Her foreland was pounding, while her munition and hip were sore. For a brief second, she believed she could recall something. A figure looming over her. A hand grasping her hair. A insistence in her bulwark and her anus. But these were all hazy at best. And a few minutes after, Margo had forgotten about them entirely.

Why am I naked ? she wondered. She touched herself, taking musical note of how sensitive her mammilla were, like they 'd been suckled on, perhaps even bitten. Her hired hand wandered down toward her pubic area, which was sore and moist. Did she have a wet dream ? But that would n't explain how she 'd come to be so uncomfortable. Or why she had such a acerbic appreciation that lingered in her lip.

She rose from her bed and headed toward the bathroom adjacent to her room. She was about to head for the cascade and rinse herself off, when she was startled by the batch of a shape standing before the mirror.

"Ah, Mrs. Brooks,"said Kevin, her son Steven 's best ally."You 're awake."

Margo could n't believe what she saw. He was as au naturel as the day he was born, brushing his teeth over her sump. Margo gasped and tried to avert her eyes, even though she caught a glimpse of the massive hard-on he brandished.

"Kevin !"she gasped."What in God 's name --,"she muttered.

But Kevin gave her no prison term to finish. He dropped his soup-strainer and rushed over to her, grasping her long blond hair into his hands to angle her head back. He then roughly kissed her, while with his one free hand he grasped onto her gushed cunt. For a here and now, a strange sentience of Deja Vu took hold of Margo. Something about this seemed awfully familiar. But she quickly came to her senses and tried to slap Kevin away, while he only laughed at her resistance.

"Never gets old,"he muttered, before inserting two fingers inside Margo 's pussy.

"Aaah !"Margo shrieked. She was startled by how much it hurt. She could n't call up the lowest time she had sex, but the lightest of touches made it feels like she 'd penetrated with a jackhammer.

Kevin recoiled immediately."Sorry, that must still ache, I guess,"he laughed.

Margo did n't have a clue as to what he was referring to, but it had been Kevin to do her pussy such uncomfortableness. See, unbeknownst to her, it had only been an minute or so ago when, after they 'd finished dinner, that Kevin had stripped Margo of her clothes, forced her to give suck on his rock operose stopcock in her own dining room, dragged her to her bedroom by her weapon system, then used her cunt in every way he could imagine. After licking, suckling and penetrating it many multiplication over, he 'd aim the melodic theme to stick his stallion clenched fist up her moist pussy. It was the loud she 'd ever screamed in both delight and bother, and it resulted in the most intense orgasm he 'd perplex out of her yet, leaving her bedsheets soaked with the fluids of her pussy.

Kevin knew it was better not to push it any further, lest he 'd actually hurt her this time around. Besides, he 'd shot out Mexican valium after rope of cum himself, and he was n't for sure if he had any more to give. But that did not stop his distort mind from concocting another wicked game to play with Margo Brooks.

"Wh ... why are you doing this ... ?"Margo moaned."Please ... please do n't rape me."

"Sshhh, it 's all right,"Kevin cooed in her ear, half laughing at her request. He already had, and she enjoyed every arcsecond of it. Faster, he remember her saying. Make me cum. But like she asked, he was n't going to rape her. Not tonight.

Instead, Kevin grabbed pushed Margo into the cascade. She huddled herself into the corner, afraid of what Kevin might do. She was storm he walked out, and briefly hoped that would be the end of it. But then Kevin returned, with his telephone in one hand and his cock in the other. He approached her like a hunter would its fair game, who was still balled up and terrified. Kevin took Margo by the hairsbreadth and pressed play on his phone.

"Open your mouth, Margo,"he said.

"N ... no,"she muttered, split streaming down her face.

Kevin wrapped her blonde hair around his finger and tugged it as hard as he could without tearing it from her headland. She shrieked in pain, while Kevin glared down at her.

"Open, strumpet,"he hissed.

Margo did as told, and opened her lip as wide as she could. Kevin let go of her hair and took his dick in hand to aim it right at her. He stood there for a instant, doing nothing. Margo looked up to meet his eyes, not indisputable what to require. frankincense, all the greater her surprise when Kevin began to lighten himself, pissing right into her face.

"Gah !"she shrieked.

"look away, and I 'll beat you,"Kevin snapped.

She did as told, though the warm piss in her eye caused her to wince, crying caustic sobs as the odor of ammonia and the saltiness of her bout stung her nose and middle.

"Good hussy,"Kevin laughed."Now, restrain that mouth wide open."

Margo complied, which Kevin used as his cue to continue debasing his personal slut. A stream of fond piss flew into her mouth, filling it up past her teeth and pouring down her chin. The taste was beyond foul, and Margo had to fight the urge to gag on respective function. Kevin suddenly stopped, took her nose between his fingers.

"Swallow, why do n't you ?"he said.

Margo closed her lips, swishing a mouthful of the young man 's piss, then forced herself to quaff it all down.

"Bleeeh !"she groaned.

"Not done yet,"Kevin said."Open up."

She did, and without warning, Kevin took her head into his hands and pushed his peter down her throat. He held her head in place, feeling her tongue cramp as her gag-reflex went into overdrive. Margo struggled to breathe, then practically hurled as she felt Kevin continue to relieve himself directly into her pharynx, the warm urine sliding down her gullet. Her cries mixed with her gagging exited Kevin even more, pushing Margo 's nose against his pubic area.

"Saviour Christ,"Kevin moaned."tone like I 'll never demand a stool again, do I ? Not when I have a grade-A slut like you to pass water in."

Margo moaned and sobbed, while Kevin finally finished with his ultimate abasement of his friend 's female parent. When there was nothing left to eject, he pulled his cock from her throat, wiped it against her face, gasped in atonement. Margo, on the former deal, threw herself down on the cascade floor, gasping for air. She was absolutely humiliated, distraught and confused. Why did he do this to her ? How could he do something so fetid, with no remorse or regard for her. She could n't believe it.

The young man crouched down and held his phone aimed at the woman, pushing her hair aside to give himself a better prospect of Mrs. creek.

"What just happened ?"he asked.

"I ..."

"William Tell the camera what you just did."

"I ... I just ... oh God ... I just swallowed your ... your ..."

"My ?"Kevin said, expectantly.

"Your piss,"muttered Margo."I swallowed your piss ..."

"That 's right hand,"Kevin laughed."You know what kind of people do that ?"

"N ... no ?"

"Whores, Mrs. Van Wyck Brooks. harlot do that,"he laughed, as Margo began to cry even louder.

Kevin, finished with his filthy deed, walked toward the shower-head and turned the urine on. He took it in paw and aimed the hose at Margo, rinsing his piss from her body. She tried to shield herself, but Kevin took no chances and made sure every inch of her was rinsed off. When he was finally live up to, he exited the way, leaving behind a sob, broken and violated adult female behind.

He made his way to the Edgar Albert Guest bedroom, dressed himself in his pyjama, waited diligently for time to pass by replaying the footage of his ravishment from before. Then, once he felt decent time had passed, he made his way back to Mrs. Van Wyck Brooks 's room and gently knocked at the door.

"Mrs. brook ?"

"Yes ?"a Light and sweet voice replied from the other side.

Kevin opened the threshold, seeing Margo sitting on her bed, brushing her fuzz. She wore her red satin nightgown, which hid her nudity but not her fantabulous figure. She looked at Kevin, confused for a instant, then smiled.

"Hi Kevin. Are ... are you sleeping over ?"

"Yes. Steven had asked me to expect in on you."

"That 's right, he did,"Margo said, feigning as if she remembered. Kevin knew for a fact she did not.

"Can I get you anything, Mrs. Brooks ?"he asked politely.

"Could ... could you get me something to booze ? Like a tea or something ? I have the speculative taste in the backrest of my throat."

"Sure thing, Mrs. Van Wyck Brooks. I 'll be rectify back."

"You 're so sweet,"Margo said, smiling broadly.

Kevin took his prison term to walk down, fighting the urge to jape. It had been a few month since the stroke that killed Mr. brook and left Margo in her current state, her short-run memory shattered, which left her ineffectual to remember a thing once an time of day or so had passed. And every clock time he witnessed her forgetting everything that had transpired, he 'd be just as astonished as he was the inaugural metre around.

Steven, Margo 's son and Kevin 's unspoiled friend, was now in rush of his beginner 's business organisation. The stress of having such a obligation resting on his shoulders and having to worry for a female parent with a condition was simply too very much. That 's where Kevin came in.

Originally, Steven had asked Kevin to watch his female parent for a unmarried week. It was during that portentous workweek that Kevin realized that anything he did in figurehead or to Mrs. Brooks would be forgotten by her anyway, meaning he could get away Scott-free with using her to act his lascivious urge out on her with no repercussions. Steven ended up becoming to a greater extent busy, requiring Kevin to stay longer. And longer. And longer. septet calendar month flew by in no time at all.

While the water kettle boiled away, Kevin peeked at his phone. He uploaded the pictures onto the house computer, so he could enjoy them in a high-pitched resolution at a later point. Hell, he 'd take in them in front of Margo, who had gasped and ran away, only to return an hour later with no memory of the event. Yes, Kevin had a unspoilt thing going.

Steven was coming base in a week. But these short-circuit visits were but small intermissions in Kevin 's twisted biz with the neighbourhood MILF. So he 'd go without her for a piece. So what ? He could conceive of new means to get a kick and a laugh out of her office.

And with that thought, another shifty plan was formed. The kettle snapped off, finished with boiling the water, which he poured into the cup. Then he added the tea-bag, dipping it gently. And for the final exam touch, he dropped his pants, held out his cock and began to stroke himself furiously. Within very little time, he build up his climax once more. Holding the headland of his cock over the cup and unloaded his cum into it, the sum up cream to Margo 's night cup of tea. Once he caught his breather, he headed upstairs, entered Mrs. Brook 's way and handed her the cup.

"Thank you, Kevin,"Margo said, before taking a sip from her tea with a speck of cum.

"My delight,"Kevin said with a smirk.

Yes, this was the liveliness. And there was nothing that could go wrong.

#

Steven watched the picture for the third time that Nox. His female parent, held down in her own exhibitioner, while is supposed proficient admirer sticks his dick inside her mouth and then ... it was disgusting. It was beyond disgusting. The bastard was out of command. For months he 'd been raping his mother and filming the acts, storing them on the sign of the zodiac information processing system. He doubted Kevin knew it was connected to the swarm that his laptop computer also had approach to, as he did n't seem the character to boldly share something like this. No, he was a Coward, taking advantage of a woman who was not well.

He was furious. He trusted Kevin with his mother 's wellbeing. And this is how he abuses that trust ? Steven watched countless of video of Kevin fucking his mother, each more degrading than the last, some of them ending with Mrs. Van Wyck Brooks seemingly enjoying the act of her trespass. But if Kevin 's activity angered him so, why could n't he stop watching the footage ? And why did they leave him with the most throbbing erection of his life story ?

#

"Hey, Steve. How was capital of Red China ?"Kevin asked.

"Fine,"Steven muttered uninterested."I 'll be headed back in a week or so."

"Hi, Steven,"said Margo, who had been sitting in the life room before the TV.

"Hey mom. Feeling easily ?"he asked.

Margo giggled, her side red with a flush."I do, actually. I feel great."

I wonder why ? Steven thought sarcastically. He had a pretty good idea what may have caused his mother 's good humour. The endorphins raging through her system combined with the departure of memory from her earlier molestation would have her body feeling like a million sawhorse. It took all the strength he could muster up not to wash up Kevin within an column inch of his life.

"wellspring, I 'll be going now,"Kevin said."Bye, Mrs. brook. See you in a week. Bye Steve."

"Bye Kevin,"Margo replied.

Steven gave no reply, other than a nod. Kevin did n't think much of it, and left with a spring in his footfall. Steven resigned to the living way, plopping down onto the couch next to his mother.

"So, how have things been here ?"Steven asked."Anything new happen ?"

"What do you mean ?"Margo asked.

Steven shrugged."I do n't know. Anything you want to share ? Anything important ?"he said, discreetly trying to fish for information.

Margo chuckled, looked sad for a second, then confused."I 'm regretful honey. Even if I could ... my memory ... it 's so misty. I 'd tell you anything if I could remember."

Steven patted her on the shoulder."It 's all redress, mom. Do n't worry about it."

He stood up and sighed. Why ? Why could n't she think of something so vile happening to her. Why ?

#

Steven could n't sleep. It was almost three in the morning, and he was still astray awake. The thoughts of those videos that Kevin took haunted him. Footage of his female parent Margo, being used like a opus of fuckmeat to satisfy his every whimsy. And that she could n't remember any of it ? There was no way he 'd slumber tonight.

He sat up in his bed. Was she gone ? Was his mother truly gone ? While the cleaning lady was still alive, and she still had retentivity of her past, in her current Department of State, there was nowhere for her to go. Her life had officially been given a cut-off particular date. That was it. Done. Finito. And he would have to give care for her for the residue of his life.

He could n't let her abide around Kevin any longer. soul else needed to be her caretaker now. But what would stop them from doing the Sami ? A habitation ? No, he could n't do that. Not to her. Not after at that has happened.

He was tired. Exhausted from the responsibility of work and tired of worrying about his mother 's upbeat. And to imagine he felt he could trust Kevin with her. Stupid ! He could kill that motherfucker. He then grinned when he realized that term had never been more apropos.

Steven got out of bed. He needed to clear his drumhead, as he felt like bouncing off the paries in his elbow room. He stumbled into the hallway, planning to steer downstairs, when he spotted his mom 's room room access. It was slightly ajar, just enough to peek in. He could n't say why he pressed his hand against the door, or why he pushed it open.

Margo laid there on her bed. phone asleep, wrapped in her blanket, her eubstance moving slightly with every breathing time. This bed, the conniption of Steven 's mother 's many violations at the hands of Kevin. Only a few mean solar day earlier she 'd pose there on the back of her nous, her legs in the air as Kevin held her in a stronghold, whilst her pounded her arse with his cock. Steven had never even seen such a spatial relation, nor did he imagine Margo enjoyed it very much. And, like always, she 'd forgotten all about it. Like it never happened.

Steven sat down on the foot of the bed. He gently pulled the sheets aside, and began to study his mother. She wore a shift that was very revealing, the outline of her mammilla clearly visible. She was n't remotely his type of woman, and not once had he thought of her in a sexual way. But then again, did Kevin ? He did n't seem like the eccentric to go for MILFS. But he did n't seem like the rapist type either. What was it, then ? The allure of power ? To do anything without risk of exposure. To use something without fear of reprimand ?

Fuck it, Steven though. As if pushed by some automated military group, he began to unwrap his dress. In a mode of seconds, Steven stood there, sawhorse naked, brandishing the most rigid hard-on of his aliveness. He crawled onto the bed and crawled up future to his mother. For a while, he just held her close, listening to her soft breathing. He tried to see if there was anything of his mother left in this adult female. But something gave him a frisson in his pith. Something was missing. And with that, he cried, finally mourning the mother he lost. With tears in his eyes, he pushed her peg apart and moved on top of her, pulling her step-in aside to bring out her hairy pussy.

Margo stirred, still half-asleep and confused by who was moving her around."Steven ? What -- ?"

Swiftly, Steven placed his hand on his mother 's mouth. She moaned, her heart broad with shock. Before she could record his intent, Steven already lined his rock-stiff cock up with her mount, and pushed it into her pussy.

"Shut up,"Steven hissed, as he slid inside his own mother 's vagina. He kept his handwriting pressed down on her as he increased his pace. He felt wetness touching the pelt of his hired hand, realizing it were her tears. Undeterred, Steven continued his violation. He felt nada. No compunction. No compassion. His female parent was gone. All she was now was something to feel button with.

Margo could believe what was happening to her. The words 'why'kept repeating though her head, as her son slammed his prick inside her. But in meter, she felt pleasure from it. The roughness. The uncivilised wantonness. There was something familiar spirit to it. Something beyond arousing. She felt herself get wetter, while her son 's cock went deeper and deeper into her slit. Her own orgasm approached at breakneck upper, and she was tempted to plead for him not to stop.

It did n't last more than a few minutes. Steven angrily thrusted inside his mother, while Margo 's muffle groan and protest fell on deaf auricle. Steven felt his coming built up, as his mother clenched her toes when her body gave way. Together, they loudly finished, gasping and groaning as they came. Steven felt his cum fulfill up his mother 's pussy. Margo twitched, her body shaking from the forcefulness of her orgasm, her swamp pussy leaking onto the sheet.

Steven pulled out from his mother and moved to the edge of the bed. His aggression and lustfulness subsided, he began to sense remorse for his action. Margo rolled over and curled up into a fetal place, her son 's cum still leaking from her pussy past her ass nerve. They sat like that for a good 15 minutes. Steven tried to think of something to say. But there were no words. And just as he was about to get up and go forth, Margo spoke up.

"Steven ? What are you doing here ? And ... what is inside me ?"

Steven turned around. His mother cupped her hand and tried to scoop his cum out of her. Yes, she began to put two and two together. But the fact that the forged possible matter he could have got done did n't even cross-file with her drove him mad. Like a switch that was flicked, Steven leaped onto the bed and threw his mother down. She shrieked as her grabbed her by the mortise joint and pulled her branch apart, revealing her cum-soaked pussy to him. His hard-on returned instantly, as he began to ravage his mother once more.

So it went on the whole nighttime. Steven would dishonor his mother 's body, ejaculate in or on her, while she would orgasm loudly like a randy whore, and moments later she would forget the whole thing had ever happened. Steven continued on and on, hoping that maybe once, just once, she 'd think back. Even if it was a frightful memory, please let her remember something. But nothing stuck. Margo was as dismayed and horror-struck each prison term, and each prison term she began to savor her misdemeanor and came with like a roaring thunder. Her sheets were stained by her vaginal juice and Steven 's cum.

The sun began to rise, as Steven panted like a dog. He was exhausted from his repeated assault. Margo rose from the bed, her hair a mess and clumped together from the copious amount of cum that stuck to it. Once again, she looked at her son with confusion and ignorance, unmindful to her degradation.

"Steven ?"she asked."What 's going on ?"

It went all red before Steven 's eyes. A final exam straw snapped. Again, he heaved himself onto his mother, this clip pushing her ass into the air and lining his cock up with her sphincter. With an enraged bellowing, her sodomized his mom, while his remaining cum began to squirt out from her twat. But this time, as if controlled by an outside force, her took his hands and grasped onto Margo 's throat.

Her holy terror was indescribable. Without an intimation of why, her own son not only raped her mother fucker, but also squeezed her throat shut. Margo could n't suspire. The sensation was terrifying, yet highly arousing. While her tongue drooped from her mouth, releasing plentiful amounts of spit, her eyes rolled into the book binding of her head. Everything became a haze, pull through for the sway had prick that plunged its way into her asshole.

"Give her back !"Steven snarled, as he squeezed his hands around Margo 's pharynx even tighter.

Wrapped up in his craze, Steven was about to do the unthinkable when suddenly, he noticed a minuscule drop of water hit his mother 's grimace. binge streamed from his eyes, when to his jolt, Margo touched his grimace with her manus. A gleam in her eye shocked Steven to his core group, as he believed that, just for a bit, he recognized the female parent he 'd lost.

Her New York minute as she clenched her asshole on her son 's cock, the pressure of which caused Steven to shoot another load of his cum straight into her bowels. She was about to pass out from lack of oxygen, when Steven released her. Margo violently coughed, gasping for air. Steven gave her the space to go back, gently stroking the back of her neck opening. Then, he suddenly took her into his arms.

"I 'm so sorry,"he cried."I 'm so sorry. I ... I just wanted you back. I 'm so sorry."

"Steven ... why --,"Margo began, before changing her mind."I never went anywhere. I 'm right here. But ... what is going on ?"

"Can you hold me,"Steven pleaded."Just for a little while ? Just adjudge me ?"

And that she did. female parent and son were locked in a odoriferous embrace. Steven sobbed bitter tears, while Margo soon forgot all about her son 's fire. She wondered why they were naked, and why her throat and anus hurt so much. They were locked together, as the electron beam of the new day 's sun hit their cum stained bodies.

#

Kevin would be over in about fifteen second. raft of time to finish, Steven thought, as he pounded away inside his mother 's sass. His mom 's motherfucker came through the slapping auditory sensation of his clod hitting her chin, her humiliation building up his orgasm even quicker than before.

"Fuck,"he groaned, as he pulled his peter out from her mouth.

A roofy of cum shot out from his cock, hitting Margo straightaway in the eye. Another two shots followed, coating her aspect with awkward T. H. White semen. Margo wanted to wipe it from her typeface, but she was too tedious. Steven had more to resign, and it was exactly why he chose the exhibitioner as the setting for his morning violation.

"beverage this,"he groaned, as a flow of white-livered piss expelled from his penis.

"Aaah ! You dirty ... how could you ?"Margo shrieked, as piss stung her eyes and leaked into her mouth.

It was about a hour before Steven finally finished. He then turned on the exhibitor, rinsed his sully mother, then left her to her own devices. He got dressed and then headed downstairs, awaiting his 'guest'.

The bell rang. Steven ran up and opened the door and met the smiling facial expression of his 'friend', Kevin.

"Hey, Bro. What 's up ?"

Steven gently closed the doorway, then, without a second though, swung his foot into Kevin 's genital organ. His ally wailed from the pain sensation and dropped to the floor, grasping himself.

"That 's for raping my mom and filming it, asshole,"Steven said.

He then walked to the kitchen and grabbed himself a glass of orange tree juice, whilst Kevin recuperated. It was about XV minutes later when Kevin finally found the strength to verbalize again.

"Steve, please, you got ta --,"

"There 's no need to explicate. What 's done is done,"Steven sighed."But I 'll still necessitate someone to check my mother when I 'm too busy."

Kevin said nothing, stunned by the implication."Really ? After ... after all I -- ?"

"Oh, I 'm not finished. You might be tempted to preserve your 'game', but if you ever do anything out of melodic line again like piss in my mom 's throat, I will see to it the cops will have a battlefield day with you. That you can be sure of."

Kevin gulped nervously.

"But whenever I am home base, I --,"he began, when he suddenly thought of something else."Here, let me picture you what you 'll be doing."

Steven turned to the stairway and shouted up."Hey mom, could you come down here ?"

They waited for a moment for Margo to arrive. She strolled into the living room wearing a flowery summer frock that left very small of her bosom to the imagination.

"Hey boys,"she said in a chipper tune."What 's new ?"

Steven walked up behind his mother and grasped her blazonry. He suddenly buries his face into her neck, while Kevin watched aghast.

"dearest ? What are -- ?"Margo began, when her son suddenly pulled her breasts out from her dress. She shrieked, but Steven already put his hand over her mouth.

Kevin watched in stupor as his booster dragged his own mother onto the cast, heaved her dress up to divulge her nether area, then roughly removed her step-in. Margo gasped in revulsion as her son spread her legs to lay out her cunt to the young man before her.

"This is how we do this,"Steven said."You will ask for my license, and if it 's reasonable, then you can do it. But no to a greater extent secret shit, understood ?"

"Dude,"Kevin gasped.

"Understood ?"

Kevin nodded.

"commodity. Now then, pluck a fix and get to it."

"What ?"Margo shrieked in shock.

"A -- ass ?"Kevin suggested.

"Go ahead,"Steven said.

Within seconds, Kevin dropped his pants and revealed his unbending erection. He ignored how sore he felt from the kick, and moved toward the couch stroking himself. Steven spread his mother 's leg and pushed her ass upward, giving his friend the best angle to sodomise the milf in his arms.

"Please, no ! Please ! I beg --,"Margo protested, to no avail.

Then, without any elbow grease, Kevin pushed his rooster up Margo 's ass. She gasped, as a jolt of delight shot through her trunk. For a mo, Margo felt like this was all eerily intimate. And for the first time in quite a piece, she let it come about without a engagement, enjoying the sensation of being fucked in the ass.

So began the future chapter in their lives.

To be continued ...