Margo woke up in the middle of the Nox. Her head was pounding, while her branch and hips were sore. For a brief moment, she believed she could remember something. A figure looming over her. A manus grasping her hair. A insistence in her inguen and her anus. But these were all hazy at best. And a few min after, Margo had forgotten about them entirely.

Why am I naked ? she wondered. She touched herself, taking note of how medium her pap were, like they 'd been suckled on, perhaps even prick. Her hand wandered down toward her pubic surface area, which was sore and moist. Did she take a wet pipe dream ? But that would n't explain how she 'd come to be so uncomfortable. Or why she had such a bitter taste that lingered in her mouth.

She rose from her bed and headed toward the bathroom adjacent to her elbow room. She was about to head for the exhibitor and gargle herself off, when she was startled by the sight of a soma standing before the mirror.

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

Margo could n't believe what she saw. He was as nude as the day he was born, brushing his teeth over her sink. Margo gasped and tried to head off her middle, even though she caught a glimpse of the massive hard-on he brandished.

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

But Kevin gave her no meter to finish. He dropped his toothbrush and rushed over to her, grasping her yearn blonde tomentum into his hands to slant her fountainhead back. He then roughly kissed her, while with his one devoid mitt he grasped onto her jet cunt. For a moment, a foreign signified 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 finger inside Margo 's pussy.

"Aaah !"Margo shrieked. She was startled by how a lot it hurt. She could n't remember the last time she had sex, but the lightest of cutaneous senses made it feels like she 'd penetrated with a jackhammer.

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

Margo did n't have a clue as to what he was referring to, but it had been Kevin to make her kitty-cat such irritation. See, unbeknownst to her, it had only been an 60 minutes or so ago when, after they 'd finished dinner, that Kevin had stripped Margo of her wearing apparel, forced her to wet-nurse on his rock hard peter in her own dining room, dragged her to her bedroom by her arms, then used her bitch in every way he could imagine. After licking, suckling and penetrating it many times over, he 'd let the musical theme to vex his entire fist up her moist puss. It was the trashy she 'd ever screamed in both delight and annoyance, 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 crowd it any further, lest he 'd actually bruise her this meter around. Besides, he 'd shot out R-2 after rophy of cum himself, and he was n't sure if he had any more to give. But that did not stop his twisted 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 okay,"Kevin cooed in her ear, half laughing at her request. He already had, and she enjoyed every indorsement of it. Faster, he remember her saying. stimulate me cum. But like she asked, he was n't going to rape her. Not tonight.

Instead, Kevin grabbed agitate Margo into the shower. She huddled herself into the corner, afraid of what Kevin might do. She was surprised he walked out, and briefly hoped that would be the end of it. But then Kevin returned, with his phone in one hand and his cock in the former. He approached her like a hunting watch would its prey, who was still balled up and terrified. Kevin took Margo by the hair and pressed play on his phone.

"outdoors your mouth, Margo,"he said.

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

Kevin wrapped her light-haired hair around his finger's breadth and tugged it as hard as he could without tearing it from her head. She shrieked in annoyance, while Kevin glared down at her.

"Open, slut,"he hissed.

Margo did as told, and opened her back talk as wide as she could. Kevin let go of her hair and took his cock in helping hand to aim it right at her. He stood there for a instant, doing nothing. Margo looked up to meet his center, not sure what to gestate. Thus, all the dandy her surprisal when Kevin began to relieve himself, pissing right into her face.

"Gah !"she shrieked.

"Look away, and I 'll flap you,"Kevin snapped.

She did as told, though the quick piss in her eye caused her to shrink, crying bitter sobbing as the olfaction of ammonia and the salt of her rent stung her nose and eye.

"trade good adulteress,"Kevin laughed."Now, celebrate that talk across-the-board open."

Margo complied, which Kevin used as his cue to continue debasing his personal slut. A stream of quick piss flew into her back talk, filling it up past her teeth and pouring down her chin. The tasting was beyond foul, and Margo had to defend the urge to gag on several occasions. Kevin suddenly stopped, took her nose between his fingers.

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

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

"Bleeeh !"she groaned.

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

She did, and without warning, Kevin took her head into his work force and pushed his stopcock down her throat. He held her psyche in property, feeling her natural language spasm as her gag-reflex went into overdrive. Margo struggled to breathe, then practically hurled as she felt Kevin continue to save himself directly into her throat, the warm urine sliding down her esophagus. Her cries mixed with her gagging exited Kevin even more, pushing Margo 's nozzle against his pubic area.

"Jesus Saviour,"Kevin moaned."looking like I 'll never take a toilet again, do I ? Not when I have a grade-A slut like you to pee in."

Margo moaned and sobbed, while Kevin finally finished with his ultimate degradation of his booster 's mother. When there was goose egg left to expel, he pulled his cock from her throat, wiped it against her face, gasped in expiation. Margo, on the former helping hand, threw herself down on the exhibitioner base, gasping for air. She was absolutely humiliated, distraught and confused. Why did he do this to her ? How could he do something so marked-up, with no remorse or regard for her. She could n't believe it.

The untested man crouched down and held his phone aimed at the woman, pushing her hair aside to grant himself a better view of Mrs. Brooks.

"What just happened ?"he asked.

"I ..."

"Tell the camera what you just did."

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

"My ?"Kevin said, expectantly.

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

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

"N ... no ?"

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

Kevin, finished with his filthy title, walked toward the shower-head and turned the piss on. He took it in script and aimed the hose at Margo, rinsing his water from her consistency. She tried to shield herself, but Kevin took no hazard and made for sure every in of her was rinsed off. When he was finally satisfied, he exited the room, leaving behind a sobbing, broken and violated womanhood behind.

He made his way to the Guest bedroom, dressed himself in his pajama, waited diligently for time to pass by replaying the footage of his violation from in the beginning. Then, once he felt decent time had passed, he made his way back to Mrs creek 's way and gently knocked at the door.

"Mrs. creek ?"

"Yes ?"a light and sweet vocalism replied from the other side.

Kevin opened the door, seeing Margo sitting on her bed, brushing her hair. She wore her red satin nightgown, which hid her nudeness but not her excellent flesh. She looked at Kevin, confused for a second base, then smiled.

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

"Yes. Steven had asked me to look 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 fuddle ? Like a tea or something ? I have the worst taste in the back of my throat."

"Sure thing, Mrs Brooks. I 'll be right hand back."

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

Kevin took his time to walk down, fighting the impulse to joke. It had been a few months since the accident that killed Mr. brook and left Margo in her current state, her short-term memory shattered, which left her unable to recollect a thing once an hour or so had passed. And every meter he witnessed her forgetting everything that had transpired, he 'd be just as astonished as he was the first clock time around.

Steven, Margo 's son and Kevin 's best acquaintance, was now in boot of his Padre 's commercial enterprise. The stress of having such a responsibility resting on his shoulders and having to worry for a female parent with a condition was simply too often. That 's where Kevin came in.

Originally, Steven had asked Kevin to check his mother for a individual week. It was during that calamitous week that Kevin realized that anything he did in front line or to Mrs. Van Wyck Brooks would be forgotten by her anyway, signification he could get away Scott-free with using her to act his lusty urges out on her with no reverberation. Steven ended up becoming more busy, requiring Kevin to quell longer. And longer. And longer. seven months flew by in no metre at all.

While the piddle kettle boiled away, Kevin peeked at his speech sound. He uploaded the pictorial matter onto the household electronic computer, so he could relish them in a higher result at a ulterior peak. the pits, he 'd watched them in strawman of Margo, who had gasped and ran away, only to return an hour later with no memory of the event. Yes, Kevin had a dependable thing going.

Steven was coming home in a week. But these brusk visits were but small interruption in Kevin 's twine games with the locality MILF. So he 'd go without her for a spell. So what ? He could think of new ways to get a kick and a laughter out of her site.

And with that thought, another devious plan was formed. The kettle snapped off, finished with boiling the body of water, which he poured into the cup. Then he added the tea-bag, dipping it gently. And for the terminal jot, he dropped his pants, held out his shaft and began to stroke himself furiously. Within very footling time, he build up his orgasm once more. Holding the top dog of his turncock over the cup and unloaded his cum into it, the added cream to Margo 's nighttime cup of tea. Once he caught his breathing place, he headed upstairs, entered Mrs. Brook 's room and handed her the cup.

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

"My pleasure,"Kevin said with a smirk.

Yes, this was the life. And there was aught that could go wrong.

#

Steven watched the television for the third base fourth dimension that dark. His mother, held down in her own shower, while is supposed good friend sticks his dick inside her mouth and then ... it was disgusting. It was beyond disgusting. The bastard was out of control. For months he 'd been raping his mother and filming the act, storing them on the sign of the zodiac estimator. He doubted Kevin knew it was connected to the cloud that his laptop also had approach to, as he did n't seem the character to boldly share something like this. No, he was a coward, taking vantage of a woman who was not well.

He was furious. He trusted Kevin with his mother 's upbeat. And this is how he abuses that trust ? Steven watched countless of picture of Kevin fucking his mother, each more degrading than the last, some of them ending with Mrs. creek seemingly enjoying the act of her intrusion. But if Kevin 's actions angered him so, why could n't he stop watching the footage ? And why did they leave him with the most shiver erection of his spirit ?

#

"Hey, Steve. How was Beijing ?"Kevin asked.

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

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

"Hey mom. Feeling unspoilt ?"he asked.

Margo giggled, her nerve red with a blush."I do, actually. I feel great."

I wonder why ? Steven thought sarcastically. He had a pretty good idea what may give caused his female parent 's serious humor. The endorphins raging through her organisation combined with the expiration of store from her former harassment would have her soundbox feeling like a million bucks. It took all the strength he could muster not to beat Kevin within an inch of his life.

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

"Bye Kevin,"Margo replied.

Steven gave no reply, former than a nod. Kevin did n't mean much of it, and left with a leap in his measure. Steven resigned to the support room, plopping down onto the couch next to his mother.

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

"What do you have in mind ?"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 irregular, then confused."I 'm dingy honey. Even if I could ... my memory ... it 's so dazed. I 'd separate you anything if I could remember."

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

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

#

Steven could n't catch some Z's. It was almost three in the morning, and he was still wide awake. The view of those videos that Kevin took haunted him. Footage of his mother Margo, being used like a piece of fuckmeat to fulfill his every whim. And that she could n't remember any of it ? There was no way he 'd sleep tonight.

He sat up in his bed. Was she gone ? Was his mother truly gone ? While the charwoman was still animated, and she still had retentivity of her past, in her stream commonwealth, there was nowhere for her to go. Her biography had officially been given a cut-off date. That was it. Done. Finito. And he would have to care for her for the ease of his life.

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

He was tired. Exhausted from the province of work and tired of worrying about his mother 's wellbeing. And to retrieve he felt he could trust Kevin with her. pillock ! He could pour down that motherfucker. He then grinned when he realized that full term had never been more apropos.

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

Margo laid there on her bed. auditory sensation asleep, wrapped in her blankets, her consistence moving slightly with every breather. This bed, the scene of Steven 's female parent 's many violations at the hands of Kevin. Only a few daytime earlier she 'd put down there on the spinal column of her chief, her legs in the air as Kevin held her in a stronghold, whilst her pounded her bunghole with his putz. Steven had never even seen such a position, nor did he ideate 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 bed sheet aside, and began to examine his mother. She wore a teddy that was very expose, the abstract of her nipple clearly visible. She was n't remotely his type of fair sex, and not once had he thought of her in a intimate 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 raper type either. What was it, then ? The allure of magnate ? To do anything without danger of exposure. To use something without reverence of reprehension ?

nookie it, Steven though. As if pushed by some automated forcefulness, he began to undo his clothes. In a way of seconds, Steven stood there, buck naked, brandishing the most rigid hard-on of his life. He crawled onto the bed and crawled up next to his mother. For a spell, he just held her close, listening to her soft external respiration. He tried to see if there was anything of his mother left in this womanhood. But something gave him a shivering in his meat. Something was missing. And with that, he cried, finally mourning the mother he lost. With tears in his oculus, he pushed her legs apart and moved on top of her, pulling her panties aside to reveal her hairy pussy.

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

Swiftly, Steven placed his deal on his mother 's mouth. She moaned, her eyes wide with electric shock. Before she could register his intent, Steven already lined his rock-stiff cock up with her climb, and pushed it into her pussy.

"Shut up,"Steven hissed, as he slid inside his own mother 's vagina. He kept his hand pressed down on her as he increased his tread. He felt wetness touching the hide of his deal, realizing it were her rent. Undeterred, Steven continued his violation. He felt nothing. No remorse. No compassion. His mother was gone. All she was now was something to find dismission with.

Margo could believe what was happening to her. The password 'why'kept repeating though her mind, as her son slammed his cock inside her. But in time, she felt joy from it. The crudeness. The wild abandon. There was something familiar to it. Something beyond arousing. She felt herself get wetter, while her son 's turncock went abstruse and deeper into her cunt. Her own orgasm approached at breakneck speed, and she was tempted to plead for him not to stop.

It did n't last more than a few second. Steven angrily thrusted inside his mother, while Margo 's muffle groan and protests fell on deaf ears. Steven felt his orgasm built up, as his female parent clenched her toes when her body gave way. Together, they loudly finished, gasping and groaning as they came. Steven felt his cum satisfy up his mother 's cunt. Margo twitched, her body shaking from the force-out of her orgasm, her drenched pussy leaking onto the sheets.

Steven pulled out from his mother and moved to the bound of the bed. His hostility and lustfulness subsided, he began to palpate self-reproach for his action. Margo rolled over and curled up into a fetal berth, her son 's cum still leaking from her pussy past her ass cheeks. They sat like that for a good 15 minutes. Steven tried to call up of something to say. But there were no words. And just as he was about to get up and bequeath, Margo spoke up.

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

Steven turned around. His mother cupped her bridge player and tried to outflank his cum out of her. Yes, she began to put two and two together. But the fact that the worst possible thing he could have done did n't even register 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 articulatio talocruralis and pulled her ramification 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 all night. Steven would dishonor his female parent 's body, ejaculate in or on her, while she would orgasm loudly like a randy cocotte, 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 remember. Even if it was a ugly memory, please let her think of something. But zero stuck. Margo was as shocked and horrified each sentence, and each time she began to relish her rape and came with like a roaring thunder. Her sheets were stained by her vaginal juices and Steven 's cum.

The sun began to originate, as Steven panted like a dog. He was exhausted from his reprize intrusion. Margo rose from the bed, her hair a wad and clumped together from the copious amount of cum that stuck to it. Once again, she looked at her son with discombobulation and ignorance, oblivious to her degradation.

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

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

Her little terror was ineffable. Without an inkling of why, her own son not only raped her asshole, but also squeezed her throat shut. Margo could n't pass off. The sensation was terrifying, yet highly arousing. While her lingua drooped from her mouth, releasing copious total of spittle, her eyes rolled into the book binding of her head. Everything became a haze, write for the rock had cock 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 rage, Steven was about to do the unthinkable when suddenly, he noticed a small drop curtain of water hit his mother 's face. Tears streamed from his center, when to his shock, Margo touched his expression with her hand. A gleam in her eye shocked Steven to his core, as he believed that, just for a moment, he recognized the female parent he 'd lost.

Her heartbeat as she clenched her SOB on her son 's cock, the pressure of which caused Steven to tear 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 quad to recover, gently stroking the cover of her neck opening. Then, he suddenly took her into his arms.

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

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

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

And that she did. mother and son were locked in a confection embracement. Steven sobbed bitter tears, while Margo soon forgot all about her son 's onrush. She wondered why they were naked, and why her throat and anus hurt so lots. They were locked together, as the beams of the new day 's sun hit their cum stained bodies.

#

Kevin would be over in about XV instant. great deal of time to wind up, Steven thought, as he pounded away inside his mother 's mouth. His mom 's SOB came through the slapping sound of his balls hitting her chin, her humiliation construction up his coming even quicker than before.

"ass,"he groaned, as he pulled his cock out from her mouth.

A Mexican valium of cum shot out from his cock, hitting Margo straight person in the eye. Another two shooter followed, coating her fount with muggy white cum. Margo wanted to pass over it from her human face, but she was too easy. Steven had more to release, and it was exactly why he chose the exhibitioner as the setting for his dayspring violation.

"Drink this,"he groaned, as a current of yellow piddle expelled from his penis.

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

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

The doorbell rang. Steven ran up and opened the door and met the smiling face of his 'friend', Kevin.

"Hey, Bro. What 's up ?"

Steven gently closed the threshold, then, without a 2d though, swung his foot into Kevin 's genitalia. His friend wailed from the pain and dropped to the level, 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 succus, whilst Kevin recuperated. It was about 15 minutes later when Kevin finally found the effectiveness to speak again.

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

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

Kevin said nada, stunned by the implication."Really ? After ... after all I -- ?"

"Oh, I 'm not finished. You might be tempted to continue your 'game', but if you ever do anything out of line again like piss in my mom 's throat, I will see to it the bull will make a field day with you. That you can be indisputable of."

Kevin gulped nervously.

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

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

They waited for a import for Margo to arrive. She strolled into the living room wearing a flowery summer clothes that left very fiddling of her titty to the imagery.

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

Steven walked up behind his female parent and grasped her implements of war. He suddenly buries his face into her cervix, while Kevin watched aghast.

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

Kevin watched in shock as his friend dragged his own mother onto the redact, heaved her dress up to reveal her nether region, then roughly removed her pantie. Margo gasped in repugnance as her son spread her legs to represent her pussy to the young man before her.

"This is how we do this,"Steven said."You will ask for my license, and if it 's fair, then you can do it. But no More cloak-and-dagger turd, understood ?"

"fellow,"Kevin gasped.

"Understood ?"

Kevin nodded.

"Good. Now then, pick a hole and get to it."

"What ?"Margo shrieked in shock.

"A -- ass ?"Kevin suggested.

"Go ahead,"Steven said.

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

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

Then, without any endeavour, Kevin pushed his cock up Margo 's ass. She gasped, as a jolt of pleasure shot through her physical structure. For a mo, Margo felt like this was all eerily familiar. And for the showtime time in quite a while, she let it bechance without a fight, enjoying the sensation of being fucked in the ass.

So began the next chapter in their lives.

To be continued ...