Dangerous times

near people think that they are immune to travesty of crime and that calamity only happens to someone else. I can attest, that is not dead on target and that everyone has his or her turn in the barrel so to speak.

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

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

My turn of events in the barrel happened at the cusp of my fortieth year. A year and a half after my married man and I became alien. We are not divorced, but separated. He is living in what used to be our cabin in the due north and I took over the house near the city. Our two tike split their time between us at their own leisure, but most of the meter they are with me as they are still in schooling. Ben just turned XVIII and Sammy, she is now sixteen.

The separation is probably my own shift, but I am not sorry, as I would do it all over again about assuredly. Rick's small brother was just too tempting and I was just too rash to care. The short, but hot affair pretty very much blew up the mob. From my viewpoint, it was worth it.

Unfortunately, us getting caught ended the social occasion too. But it opened the door to the uninhibited expansion of my own desires and married person as Rick and I now did not share the same surround. Funny thing is, after a half of a year uncomfortable reaching, Rick and I are more conversational acquaintance than when we lived together. Go figure.

That all being said, it was the spring of this yr when both nipper had their leaping falling out that I made plans to claver my parents condo in Florida. Sammy did not want to go, so she was going to stay with Rick, but I managed to con Ben to ready the journey south with me.

Totally reliable, I had not one malicious thought in any way or pattern. I figured it would be a two to three day drive down, taking my meter, since my parents would not be back from their vacation until the center of the following week.

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

So I thought.

Ben and I got off the highway by a shopping center to snaffle some refreshments and stretch our legs. Ben pointed out that there seemed to be a lot of seedy looking characters hanging out near the incoming. I pooh-poohed the contention.

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

We had barely pulled out of the parking lot when nigrify arm reached around my neck opening and felt a intemperately target against my left temple.

I was so startled, that my physical structure did an involuntary leap, enough to see hotshot from the impact against the heavy object against my temple.

Managing to turn my head slightly, I could see Ben's overt expression of fear, his middle the size of it of saucers.

The object against my chief pulled back slightly and allowed me to see the object. It was a shiny six-shooter being held by a black kid around the same 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 mind finished his statement for him"blow your brains out ”, but that is not what he said.

"I'll shove my Black dick so far down your whitey throat you'll spirit like it is coming out of your pussy !"

Oh shit, I thought, how am I going to get out of this. I had inadvertently reached into my purse and grabbed one of the scores of money rolled up thinking I could just give him the wad and he might just leave. But, his extension to…uh, shoving his peter down my pharynx, added to this just being a possible robbery.

He turned his attention to Ben,"crusade 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 block and make a right up the alley"the kid with the gun directed.

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

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

Ben almost hit the curb ; a compounding of fear, muddiness, and anger pass around across his face has watched the malefactor wring his mother's tit.

An emotion of reverence, revile, and embarrassment waved over me along with a sense of helplessness…I had absolutely no melodic theme what to do except I did not need this kid to harm either Ben or me.

"Oh man…yo tit is still steady cunt"he squeezed it heavily,"hey bro'you get a chance to palpate these titty ?"directing his comment to Ben.

Ben's face was red with ire and he did not say anything.

"Pull into this service department ”, the bastard nodded in the focussing of an old tumble-down garage with no room access on it, behind an even more dilapidated old theatre that had to be abandoned.

Ben pulled in and stopped.

"Gim me the keys and walk in front 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 tit was out in the open. The movement probably caused Ben to reckon right at it…I went to insure it up but the asshole grabbed my wrists and put them behind me.

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

I hoped that someone would see what was happening in broad daylight. The window of all the place around were so sordid I wondered if anyone was there or if they could see out of them. approximate it did not matter because we were in the mansion before I could even cerebrate of making a commotion.

"Up the stairs…GO !"the kid demanded.

When I made the third step…the motherfucker thrust his hand up my wench, grabbing my vagina through my pantie. It caused me to jump…the gun pushed a minuscule harder into my back.

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

It was a large bedroom, a poove sizing bed, a dresser, a chair ... a tripod with a television camera on it facing the bed…another camera on the bureau facing the bed, and then another one facing the foot of the bed from the headboard. The chair faced the human foot of the bed.

This fucker is going to make a movie of his natural 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 social movement of my son. Absolutely not…even this asshole, can not be that sick.

He pushed Ben towards the chairwoman,"proceeds 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 idea right out of my head.

The lightlessness kid made a move towards Ben, startling him. Ben quickly pulled his shirt over his head and the son of a bitch stopped.

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

The perp pulled open the dresser drawer and withdrew a couple of pair of manacle. Obviously he was going to restrain us…maybe that was his altogether stratagem. Did he imagine we were rich and possibly try to redeem us ? Should we play along…he would not actually damage the trade good then…would he ? That might excuse the cameras.

That thought was dashed almost immediately right after he took Ben's hired hand and cuff them behind him.

"Yo bitch…get over here and consider your boys pants off…get him naked ”. 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 front of Ben with a look of apologia on my human face, did not want to embarrass him, but did not have a choice.

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

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

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

He slapped the back of head so concentrated my nerve mashed against Ben's shoulder joint ; my loose tit and disclose teat glanced against his chest.



I was not physically hurt and quickly pulled away a little expecting Ben to show a signaling of sympathy. But if he was, I could not recite, he just looked at his chest of drawers where my nipple and titty touched him and at my breast.

"WELL…GET HIS FUCKING trouser OFF ! squawk ”.

I unclasped Ben's belt and then had to put the ends of my fingers behind the waistband to unbutton his pants. Feeling my finger touching his skin, evidently causing Ben to draw in his abdomen. One of my digit accidentally touched a hard objective just below the waist band.

Pulled the zipper down and grabbed both sides of his denim to pull them down. I wiggled them and they slowly dropped around his thighs, but then his jeans hung up. Somehow his underwear were coming down with his pants…and…he had a knockout 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 cock viewpoint up…DO IT !"

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

A hired hand pushed the back of my forefront ; Ben's penis was forced against my typeface. I tried to pluck back but the hand would not let me.

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

As I stood back up…for some grounds my eyes fixated on Ben's penis that just a irregular ago was pinned from my jaw to my forehead. His penis was no longer a phallus of a child…and the rigor of it still a mess about retentiveness of the tegument on my face.

The by-blow let out a hearty jape. I felt a rage burn in side of me, but felt powerless to do anything about it.

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

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

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


Ben just sat there…arms behind his spinal column, completely nude. How stymie he must be.

"Ok ho bitch…now you. adopt them off ”, he waved the gun from my understructure 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 ?

"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 earn eye contact with Ben, but could see peripherally that he was watching me so I tried to release away.

"LISTEN BITCH…FACE YOUR nooky SON AND striptease !"The bastard was enjoying this.

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

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

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

"No…leave them on…you can maintain your high heels on ”. The by-blow directed.

I reached behind me to unclasp my skirt. Both Ben and the prick subconsciously licked their lips. OMG I thought…are all male person perverts ?

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

other than one having an anticipating smile, both these guys'eyes were as loose as saucers…Shit, I thought, had just trimmed my bush to almost nothing and shaved most of it just in pillowcase I had clock 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 raw screening of some sorts.

The asshole nodded…

I wiggled out of my panties.

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


His dick was as difficult as a rock.

The cocksucker was rubbing his own fork with his absolve hired hand. I knew were this was going.

I started to cough…a combination of nerves and an attempt to drag one's heels the inevitable.

"What the piece of tail is unseasonable with you bitch ?"My coughing and gagging must have interrupted his train of thought…maybe it was working.

For the first sentence since he ordered me to shut out up…I wheel spoke, in a gargling note to emphasise my resolution,"Uh…need water…something to pledge ”.

I expected some electrical resistance, a rebuttal ; instead the whoreson just nodded and smiled,"Ok ”.

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

I made the two steps towards him, right adjacent to Ben sitting on the chair.

"Give me your hands ”.

I put my hands in figurehead of me.

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

dissemination my sleeve, he pulled me in front man of Ben…to keep from falling over ; I had to spread my legs. I was now almost straddling Ben…

Again with the OMG consequence raced through my question. My son…in front 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 commit back, but he was too strong and my richly blackguard did not help.

He jerked my radiocarpal joint towards him…I landed outspread eagle on Ben.

Thankfully, Ben's penis was so soused, it was between us…and not in me. His rod was smashed between my mond right up to my stomach. I automatically wiggled to take in room…all that did is curlicue Ben's member across my lower body.

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


I felt the snap of cuffs around my wrists…could not move them, they were behind Ben…then the arse grabbed my ankle, another cuff 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 cutting between my legs and it would only possess one of two places to go.

The son of a bitch let out a laugh,"Ok…there ya go…will be proper back with something to drink. Kid…if you can't hold it…go ahead and fuck yo ho mother's slit, 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 horrific, lets keep our heads and we will get through this."

He had to move his head to respond…his warmly backtalk against my breast coupled with the aplomb air of the room…son of a bitch…I could not quit my nipple from hardening…and his…his, penis hard against my…shit the base of his member was against my…my button. My mental capacity 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 bosom, and felt the need to give him a kiss for his understanding…went for his os frontale, but somehow kissed him reek on the lips.

It was just a second.

I looked to the side…saw our contemplation in the dresser mirror…our nude organic structure molded against each other. The photographic camera on the tripod had the red recording sparkle blinking. For all intent 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.

Moments later the perpetrator was back holding two meth of water.

He did not exhaust 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 other glass. Guess the bastard has no qualms of forcing a female parent and son to rub their nude organic structure against each early, but to share body of water is different.


For some reason…I hypothesis I must have been totally dehydrated…had to have him finish the unscathed glass…and the bastard obliged.

In the few moments it took for the bastard to turn and set the glasses down…I started to get Light Within headed.

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

The elbow room began to spin out, 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 penis slipped across my vagina…had to stop it…legs turned to rubber, my body fell, Ben's member impaled me…somehow I was lubricated enough to only feel a piffling discomfort.

Oh…needed to get off…but my head was spinning and did not appear to have total control of my body. I tried to arise up…but for some reason could not heighten 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 teacher back and forth…he was going from one of my breasts to the other…then sucking on my nipples…my torso seemed to be helping him while at the same time my brain was disconnected.

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

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

Had to fold my eyes again…the room rushing around…my consistency was now going up and down on its own…something in my head or was it my torso, I do not know…a horse sense of urging, an urgency of penury, have never felt the motive this much in my life.

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

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

There I was…my consistence totally enveloping this man's…trying to ravage it like a groundless animal ... and he was doing the same to mine. A kaleidoscope of rage, began playing out in my brain eye, and no topic how my brain tried to excuse, it could not.

However long this was, it was beyond me, both our consistence were glistening in elbow grease, our breathing gulping air between loud low groan of ecstasy.

I felt my body rise…Ben picked me up, my branch still wrapped around him because my body refused to let go…it needed him…it needed that hammer 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 scintillation in my head, something in me broke like an plosion of pyrotechnic. My fucking body wrenched and twisted…my coxa driving up, down, and around. It was the biggest climax of my life…just as I felt Ben's hot seed puke deep within me.

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

As soon as my orgasm receded, the sensory faculty of urgency again welled up, but it was a different need…I felt my body roll Ben off of me…my hired man finding his member, wet with both his cum and his mother's.

Somehow…someway…I had to get that penis…that cock…it was still voiceless, 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 mouth expanded…the bulbous point moving into my throat. Could not stop the lust of need…absolutely no sense of propriety…that shaft was mine…mine decently now.

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

As if from a far distance…I heard a voice…"holy place shit bitch…you've been sucking your son's dick 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 Spark again and just before the fireworks…Ben went rigid…his tool again spewing forth in jets of creamy cum…then it was my turn.

Woke up in pitch-blackness. Took awhile to clear my school principal wondering if I just had a dream…a sick ambition ?

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

"Ben ”, I whispered,"Is that you ?"

The body moved…then in a almost indiscernible rustle,"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 calm down as if he was remembering something he should not have.

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

Stumbling around in the dark, I tried to render 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 chair, the handcuffs, the video recording cameras.

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

The paper read,"A memento of your experience is on the DVD, if you go to the bull, the pilot will be distributed. Your purse is in the top drawer along with your car keys. Sorry about taking your wearing apparel, but quite sure you understand. You both are naturals, only had to hand you a very small douse, you both have latent, pent up sexual 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 cobwebs from my brain…as the vision of Ben and I sexually together passed through.

Fifteen arcminute later we were in the car trying to see the freeway while pulling on clothes .