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 Story title : A Teacher Mom In Trouble

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 A Teacher Mom In Trouble (m+f, rp, ws, tort, inc)
 By Mkarl (mkarl2000@hotmail.com)
 After New Man

 Giving credit where credit is do:

 The inspiration for this tale has to go to a hot
 little story entitled Teacher Wife by New Man. I only
 discovered it last week but it has got me off several
 times already as I just think it is one of the most
 erotically hilarious stories ever written. Taste and
 beauty is in the eye of the beholder but I recommend
 anyone who is interested to check out the original if
 they can. You can e-mail me for the address or a copy
 if you wish at mkarl2000@hotmail.com 

 Feel free to express any opinions on this or any other
 of my works at the same time as I am actively solicit-
 ing e-mail and will correspond with anyone who wishes.

 Teacher Wife was a story told through the eyes of a
 husband of his wife falling victim to the horny desires
 of six of her teenage students. The enable was abso-
 lutely an inspired stroke of genius, as a school pro-
 ject was combined with a helping of drugs and alcohol
 to ensure that the wife gave the kids the experience
 they were wanting.

 I am going to keep the school project and the use of
 drugs almost exactly as originally presented in concept
 but really try to expand on them into a major focal
 point in my own story as they are what was hilarious
 to me in the original. Everything else is an mkarl
 original as it is my mom and the guys I grew up with
 taking care of the action. The story goes through my
 eyes and as usual the story will be open ended with the
 baby on the way [oops!] 

 And now the main event:

 I don't feel sorry. If my dad leaves her... so what.
 Mom should not have made me so horny. She deserved it.
 She gets all the guys so fucking horny that we had to
 do it. Tyrone had the plan but we all knew mom was so
 stupid that it would work perfect. They thought I
 would not want to fuck her too, but so what if she is
 my mom? I am not dead. I know the perfect fuck when I
 see her as well as any of those horny bastards so I
 took my turn. I mean she is my mom and the family
 wrecked was mine so I deserved to have my go at mom
 as well as a copy of the videotape to enjoy any time
 I like.

 I know I am rambling but I want everyone to know I
 don't care if mom is knocked up or not. I realized no
 one will know who I am or my mom and actually that is
 the only way I am able to rant about our day with mom
 as our fuck-toy because dad has no idea it even hap-
 pened. Even mom's recollection of the first time is
 almost nil because of the drugs and alcohol but she is
 now fully aware that the baby on board is black and it
 is too late to convince dad that it was rape so he
 will be leaving the picture with the impression that
 she was a slut fucking around on him. What a laugh
 that will be. I will miss dad of course but mom brought
 everything on herself and having her life so totally
 fucked-up is worth any dad. 

 I want everyone to be able to understand why I did it.
 I am no monster or freak. I am just your typical all-
 americain-thirteen-year-old-next-door type of kid that
 has his needs and just also happens to have my own
 mother as my English teacher. As luck has it the class
 is predominantly comprised of several of the sports
 heroes of our community and as is usually the case,
 the lads in question are all persons of color. I am
 pretty athletic myself and am accepted more or less as
 one of the niggers when we hang out so that is how
 they got involved in my tale.

 Mom is the personification of the liberal, bleeding-
 heart, save-the-world, purer-then-snow ultimate do-
 gooder. She is very book smart but has no fucking clue
 the way she drives the kids insane with her hot body
 in those prim and proper teacher dresses. My good
 friend Tyrone confided in me at the beginning of
 semester that he had wood for my mom. He got all
 apologetic if it offended me but I told him I would be
 into that. We both had a good laugh and spent the year
 trying to figure out how to make it happen. Then Tyrone
 got a hold of the Ecstasy.

 The stuff is fucking legal. Can you believe it. I mean
 on it's own ecstasy just makes a person a little more
 friendly while confusing them and drying them up but
 Tyrone explained it to me that if we could feed enough
 of it to mom then her taste would get distorted enough
 we would be able to get her bombed on alcohol before
 she even knew she was being raped. He told me that a
 group of the guys wanted in on the fun and they could
 do it without me if I would be too embarrassed. Yeah,
 right.

 The final piece of the pie was the most perfect one of
 all. Tyrone had received an assignment from mom herself
 to do a consumer testing style interview. It would be
 the way to get mom high as long as she was so predic-
 table and would fall helplessly into our delicious
 little trap. I approached mom with the bait.

 "What does he want?"

 "He needs us to be his interview subjects mom."

 "He is suppose to interview Sarah."

 "She isn't available Saturday, mom. Tyrone really needs
 a good mark. You know he is in danger of failing the
 class."

 "I am quiet aware of that but I can't show favoritism."

 "He doesn't need it mom. You should see how clever he
 is. He even is renting a video-camera to make the
 interview real. He bought crackers and everything."

 "Wow. That is a lot more then was assigned. It sounds
 like he should get a wonderful mark."

 "He really needs to try the interview just so he won't
 be nervous in class."

 "Why don't you do it Michael?"

 "I am going to help him with the video mom. Come-on.
 Dad is away all Saturday. You are not doing anything
 else."

 "All right Michael. I do want Tyrone to do well. It
 would be better if his partner reversed with him but
 I guess they can do it during study period on Monday."

 "Thanks mom. You don't know how happy he is going to
 be."

 Tyrone was able to get everything we needed. He had
 enough ecstasy to drug an elephant. We had the video
 camera for the day and Tyrone had handcuffs and a ball-
 gag in case things didn't go as planned. According to
 everything on the Internet that we could find, once
 the Ecstasy started kicking in then mom would get
 dizzy and thirsty. We planned to use her confusion to
 get her tied-up if possible. Ideally the combination
 of Ecstasy and alcohol would turn her into a slut
 ready for anything but we were committed to a full
 scale rape if that is what it would take.

 Mom was in a school dress when Tyrone came over which
 was strange for a Saturday as she was normally more
 casual around the house. I guess she wanted to maintain
 as much authority as possible. I half wondered if mom
 was concerned having a young black stud in the house
 with her, without her husband around if things got
 out of hand.

 I set the camera up on the tripod and waited while
 Tyrone joined mom on the couch. He was so excellent
 that mom just ate him up as the serious student only
 trying to better himself.

 "Now Mrs. Knight, as you know I am conducting market
 research to determine consumer preference to several
 brands of crackers. I will need to have you try several
 samples and then honestly evaluate the merits of the
 product for taste, texture and visual presentation. I
 know the crackers will make you quiet thirsty so I
 have lots of water here for you."

 "I don't need to eat the crackers Tyrone. This is just
 pretend interviewing."

 "But I made this spread and everything special for you
 Mrs. Knight."

 "Yeah but..."

 "Mom he went to a lot of trouble. Doesn't it look good.
 It will just be a few crackers."

 "Well... okay. I guess so but in class, Tyrone all
 that Sarah will need to do is make up answers as the
 crackers are not important."

  [Crackers. It is funny to me that cracker is the
 white equivalent to the term nigger. Aren't words
 wonderful?]

 We needed to get mom started on the Ecstasy and with
 no guarantees as to just how much we would be able to
 feed her, Tyrone went right for a specially prepared
 cracker as his first choice.

 "Is this potato salad? Did you make it yourself or did
 your mom help."

 "I made it all myself mam. It would please me if you
 ate it all."

 I zoomed the camera onto mom's face as she took the
 first Ecstasy tablet crushed onto the cracker. "So
 was it Mrs..Knight."

 "It was quiet unusual. Good though. I never tasted
 potato salad with quite that flavor. I guess the
 cracker is what is important though. It was quiet
 bland. Without the salad I would not have fancied it
 at all. The shape was utterly unappealing and the
 texture was dry."

 "I will give you a Ritz next. I have one with more
 salad I would love you to sample Mrs. Knight."

 "It is a good thing that crackers are not very fatten-
 ing. If I am going to be eating them all for your whole
 half hour presentation then I could get quite fat."

 "Oh no Mrs.. Knight. You are perfect. A million
 crackers couldn't destroy that body."

 "Why thank you Tyrone." The blush on mom's face was
 priceless but a look filled her eyes that told me
 Tyrone better cool it until the drugs started to take
 effect. Tyrone passed mom the Ritz cracker loaded with
 the Ecstasy enriched potato salad which she completely
 ate. Mom had always been partial to potato salad and
 the choice of it enabled us to get large quantities of
 Ecstasy into mom's stomach before she had much food to
 slow down the absorption process. Still we were going
 to have to prolong things before mom would get more
 manageable so we had arranged for Jerome to call the
 house with his own project related problem.

 We had just fed mom her third cracker when she got
 the call. Tyrone and I kept our voices down as we
 celebrated how perfect things were going. We had
 thought she would want to be eating plain crackers at
 first but we figured five or six more and she would
 be so overdosed that we would have to back off or
 start to risk damaging her. Deaths do to Ecstasy are
 rare but I saw at least one report and I knew we had
 to be careful.

 Jerome kept mom on the phone for twelve minuets. She
 tried to break off but Tyrone and me told her to take
 her time as we could wait. I saw mom wipe her brow
 and saw a trickle of sweat. Jerome finally asked to
 talk to me and I told him to start over with the guys.
 I saw mom dad herself again and told Jerome she was
 already sweating and we would start getting her drunk.

 I saw Tyrone signal me and gave him a nod. It was a
 little faster then we had anticipated but mom was
 almost ready for step two. 

 Tyrone fed mom a Keebler cracker next and we waited
 as she gave her opinion. Mom's voice actually slurred
 a little. Tyrone asked her if she was feeling okay.
 She said she was thirsty so Tyrone poured her a glass
 of bottle water. Mom mentioned it tasted funny and we
 told her it was flavored mineral water. We had mom set
 up for everything.

 "Mrs. Knight, next we need to perform a blind test. As
 you know sight can be a big influence on a person and
 all we really want in a taste test. Would it be okay
 if I put my tie around your eyes."

 Without the effects of the Ecstasy I can not imagine
 mom agreeing to it. I mean maybe she would have but
 the request only made sense in the context of a true
 test not a mock interview but there was mom nodding
 her head and Tyrone putting the tie in place.  

 "Are you still thirsty Mrs.. Knight?"

 "Yes please."

 I quickly mixed her a rye and water. I had studied
 that Ecstasy affected the sense of taste but this was
 pushing things as Tyrone handed the drink to my mom.

 "Is this water?"

 "Yeah mom."

 "It tastes funny. I have never tried bottle water
 before. It is different then that first one right?"

 "Yeah mom. Tyrone only has one bottle of cherry and
 more of this one. It is okay isn't it?"

 "Maybe you could get be some tap water." Mom's voice
 was really getting slurred.

 "Okay mom, later. The tape is rolling so we better
 finish."

 "I kind of feel dizzy boys. I don't know why. Maybe
 we should finish." She almost sounded like she was
 pleading.

 "No Mrs.. Knight. Here I will give you another drink."

 Mom finished the rye and water.

 "If you are not feeling well maybe we should go to the
 final stage of the test. I will put the crackers in
 your mouth so you can't feel them or see them. Then we
 will really know the best cracker. Put your arms behind
 your back and I can tie them so you will not be tempted
 to touch anything."

 Tyrone motioned for the handcuffs. I was fearful he had
 gone too fast but to my very pleased eyes I quickly saw
 mom submissively comply in her drugged little stupor.
 The main effect of Ecstasy is to loosen one's inhibi-
 tions and make them more socially accommodating. Maybe
 mom wanted to be our play toy. As Tyrone snapped on the
 cuffs it was all irrelevant anyhow because she was long
 past the point of being able to escape the fucking she
 had coming.  

 We still had a few minuets before the guys would be at
 the party so Tyrone took out the bottle of Ecstasy
 tablets and told mom to open her mouth. I focused in
 to catch everything as the nigger put the pill on mom's
 lips and told her to eat it.

 "What was that?" She chewed and swallowed it but was
 still alert enough to worry it was no cracker.
	
 "I have the crackers in the same shape so you will not
 be able to tell which is better. Open your mouth
 again."

 Mom obeyed her new master and Tyrone placed another
 pure pill into mom's mouth letting his black finger
 linger in her open mouth for the camera. Mom ate the
 pill.

 "I am so thirsty."

 "I will hold the bottle for you. Drink all you can."

 Tyrone put the mouth of the rye bottle to mom's mouth
 and started to pore it in. The numbness of mom's mouth
 from the effect's of the Ecstasy had her dribbling out
 of both sides of her mouth as Tyrone just seamed intent
 on pouring the whole bottle down her throat. Mom
 started pulling back and still the nigger tried to
 keep the bottle in her mouth.

 "No more. Please."

 Mom sounded so helpless. My cock was rock hard. It was
 all we could do to wait for the gang but they must have
 ran all the way to my house as there was the knock at
 the door. Mom asked to be released but Tyrone just told
 her I would get it. Deon was practically shouting he
 was so excited as he asked me how many pills she had
 taken. I told him to calm down. I quickly told them we
 had her eating the pills straight as we went to the
 living room. Mom knew others were with Tyrone and me.

 "Michael. I am not feeling good. Please let me go."

 "Not yet mom. You need another 'cracker'."

 Toby actually said he wanted to see her eat a pill.
 Mom had to hear him. It did not really matter but it
 was still careless. I wanted to tell him how stupid he
 was but there was no time as Tyrone was already getting
 the pill out. Everyone tried to get a good view as he
 told her to open her mouth. I guess mom was finally
 catching on as she shook her head and kept her mouth
 shut. There was no need to delay things since everyone
 was in place so Tyrone just pinched her nose. When mom
 ran out of breath he stuffed the pill in and covered
 her mouth so she could not spit it out. "How did that
 one taste Mrs. Knight?"

 The combination of Ecstasy and Rye had mom confused but
 not totally stupid yet. It was pretty clear even to her
 the trouble she was in with a roomful of boys, blind-
 folded and bound. She had to have put two and two
 together with the way she felt and Toby's slip of the
 tongue along with the show of force by Tyrone to
 realize she was drugged and I was in on it. I would
 have given my left arm to taste mom's panic as her
 confused little brain got the picture at last.

 "Michael, let me go." She tried to sound so tough but
 she was almost crying.

 "Your the project now mom. The kids all have a lot to
 learn today. You want the kids to learn right mom?"

 "Boy's... please... why are you doing this?"

 Poor stupid mom. That is what looking too cute will
 get a girl. Maybe sex-education was not her field but
 we all knew she would be able to fill the bell far
 better then Mr. Hogan ever had. If she really was a
 caring teacher she should be grateful to be of such a
 valuable assistance in the learning process of human
 reproduction.  

 "Don't pretend you don't want it Mrs. Knight. Michael
 knows the truth. He sees the way 'mommy' makes eyes at
 the niggers. I told him how you pressed against me
 when I asked you to explain that word last week and
 pressed your tits against me."

 "That is not true."

 "You want this. Every white bitch want's the nigger
 experience."

 "Don't use 'that' word."

 "What word?"
	
 "It is not proper." Fuck mom was funny. She was about
 to get herself raped and she was hung up on 'nigger.'

 Tyrone thought it was funny too. "You thought 'it'
 before. You are too proper too say it. Are you afraid
 to hurt my feelings. You stupid cracker. I love being
 black. Everyone knows that we are better then you.
 Honky rednecks are just scared. Are you scared. Once
 you go black you never get back."

 "Michael I am you mom. Please Michael stop this. No
 one will know."

 "Lots of people are going to know mom. Everyone is
 here. Have you ever had twelve guys before. You are
 not getting away so don't be stupid and we can all
 have a lot of fun."

 Leroy has always been a real jerk and he was the first
 one to put his hands on my mom. He sat on the couch
 opposite of Tyrone and reached for the zipper on mom's
 dress. When mom tried to struggle to her feet, Leroy
 took her hair and Tyrone put his arms around her waist.
 Mom did not scream. It could have been the drugs or
 just her not thinking there was any use.  

 Leroy and Tyrone pulled mom's dress forward to expose
 her brassiere. It was just a white simple cross your
 heart but to me the symbolism of the first act of
 sexuality was a Kodak moment and I was as pleased as
 punch to have it on camera.  

 "Standup bitch," Leroy ordered my mom. I saw the flash
 as he pulled out a knife to cut her dress from around
 her arms.

 Mom whimpered so sexy... so scared. The Ecstasy and
 rye had her swaying slightly but she knew she was
 being raped and felt it. Leroy wanted her to feel the
 blade.  

 "Be careful Mrs.. Knight. We would not want this knife
 to slip. It feels cold against your belly. It is time
 for us to see those tits. I bet your nipples are hard.
 I see them sometimes. You don't always were a bra to
 school do you. The boys want to see your tits now don't
 you all."

 The room filled with cries in the affirmative and Leroy
 took the honor of using the knife to slice mom's bra
 off. With her hands securely cuffed behind her back
 mom had no choice but to stand in front of us all on
 her wobbly knees, baring her breasts in utter humilia-
 tion. Tyrone took a squeeze and mom gasped as he
 pinched both her nipples between his rough fingers. 

 'Make'em hard' and 'she likes it' type chants filled
 the room. Mom's mouth moved as if trying to say some-
 thing but no words came out. I looked to her face to
 see if the tears had started yet. The sense of betrayal
 to her must have been overwhelming to be posed in front
 of her students stripped to nothing but panties and
 stockings and to have her own videoing it like a cheap
 porno. Leroy held her by the hair so she would not fall
 over and ran the knife along her body.

 "Quit hogging her. I want to kiss." It was Tank. At two
 hundred and fifty pounds of mostly meat no one was
 going to deny our star tackle. Tank had a real shot at
 the NFL and was kind of a fool to be taking part in the
 rape but he had been hot for mom's ass from day one and
 was going to have his satisfaction.

 Tyrone and Leroy moved off letting Tank take mom in his
 massive arms. He spun her so the camera could catch his
 big black hands on her ass. He felt her up trough her
 cotton panties and pressed his big lips full onto my
 mother's. He looked like he could crush her with those
 huge black hands. It was a beautiful image for the
 camera full of implied intimidation and outright
 wickedness with the chrome handcuffs, the white
 panties and all the black.

 Jerome had the next go at my mom. He went right for her
 neck to give her a hickey. The loose plan was to try to
 keep everything secret from my dad. Hickeys were going
 to be hard to explain. Jerome told my mom how he was
 going to fuck her cunt with his big black cock. He told
 her she wanted it and to kiss him to prove it. Mom
 kissed him.

 I almost felt disappointed that mom was not crying. I
 knew that the Ecstasy would have her as agreeable as
 she would ever be but this was rape. She was going to
 get black bred not to mention the outrage of being had
 my her own son. I could not believe she really wanted
 it but her fighting was so week. She was barely pro-
 testing at all to be our little nigger play-toy. I was
 actually believing she liked it when Deon was the first
 to try to force her to her knees.

 "Stop. Let me go. Your hurting me." She probably
 thought she was screaming but her senses were so
 muddled through the drugs and drink that it sounded
 comical and a couple of the guys broke up which had
 us all laughing our fool heads off. Deon looked
 ridiculous giggling like a school girl while trying
 to look menacing with a good pull of mom's hair and
 his nine inch erection about to secure penetration.

 "Open wide bitch," Deon finally managed to spit out
 and then the room got serious. Things were past the
 point of last return.

 Mom was actually as easy as any whore would have been.
 In the back of a guy's mind we always think are mom's
 are special. Even when we want to fuck them a mom is
 always larger then life in the boy's own mind but all
 I could think of as I saw that long black cock slide
 between her pretty red lips and deep into her wet
 willing mouth was that mom was a slut. I mean what
 type of bastard does it make me to actually rape my
 own mom and then blame her for being raped? It is
 something I have to think about but then I am only
 writing all this to prove I don't care anyhow so I am
 glad mom got her first nigger cock. She had probably
 never had anything so big before and it thrilled me to
 hear her gag as Deon secured deeper penetration.

 "Give me the camera Michael. I want to do it like that
 fucker in the video's that makes the bitches look like
 sluts when they suck. I am taking off the blindfold so
 the camera gets her eyes while I choke the bitch."
	
 Mom was a certainly a sight in her drug induces stupor
 trying to accept that thick, long black cock between
 her pretty red lips and deep into her wet mouth. She
 blinked her eyes as they readjusted to sight. It was
 only a wonder what thoughts filled her confused little
 brain as she was forced to look into the merciless face
 of her once trusted student as he educated her on what
 he had really thought of her all along. The realization
 must have hit home as we were all rewarded with the
 first solitary tear down mom's cheek.

 Excited chatter of 'suck it bitch' and 'choke the cunt'
 filled the background as Deon made the big play for
 total penetration. Still aiming the camera directly
 down onto the obscenely distorted image of my mom's
 violation, Deon pushed it home. "Come on Mrs.. Knight.
 You are going to have a lot of cock. If you can't
 handle my nine inches what the fuck are you going to
 do with Mustafa? You better learn to take it deep-
 throat with me or he will be the last face you ever
 see."

 The psychological imagery of mom getting choked out
 that way was pretty powerful to me and the guys as
 well but the effectiveness on my mom was minimal at
 best considering her level of clear thinking was
 pretty much reduced to just a dim awareness of being
 raped and the pathetic little mustering of her totally
 inane pleadings for us to release her.

 "Please boys no more... please... why? ... no,
 please... please... michael, please."

 It was more then enough to get on all our fucking
 nerves. Every time someone pulled out of her mouth
 it was please, please, please. Tyrone finally had
 to fucking slap her face and tell her to shut the
 hell up. No one cared. We were going to fuck her
 all day long. We were going to video tape everything.
 She could either have her career ruined or she would
 learn to be the slave we all wanted. Tyrone hit her
 so hard it was obvious she would be sporting a shiner
 the next several days around school. 

 We had not really established the level of violence
 we were going to put to my mother. The goal of course
 was the long term enslavement of her to out perverted
 desires. My dad was the major complication. Ideally I
 would have loved to see my mother beaten black and
 blue; whipped until she acknowledged her nigger
 masters; tattooed from head to toe in all of the most
 appropriate spots with the most suggestive and obscene
 labels imaginable; and of course knocked up so fucking
 big she would show from a mile away, but reality had
 to temper the fantasy. I had made the allowance that
 my mom would have her hair pulled until she might
 think we were ripping it from her head but the strikes
 from our hands would have to be limited to her face
 and possibly her stomach if she had got really bitchy.
 We needed to allow the excuse that she had took a
 stumble down the stairwell like the stupid girl she
 is if dad got inquisitive and the bruises we applied
 to her pretty white body needed to be consistent with
 such an excuse. 

 Tyrone got off on the first slap of my mother's face
 and hit her again. "Do you understand bitch? We own
 your white ass. No one cares. No one is going to let
 you go. Michael doesn't care. He has a hardon. YOUR
 OWN SON HAS A HARDON BITCH. How does that make you
 feel Mrs.. Knight. Michael wants you knocked-up and
 we are going to do that for him. We are going to breed
 you bitch. That is what is making your kid hard. He
 loves his mommy and knows you will have a proper young
 nigger that will color your family good and proper.
 You can be a lifetime slave to all your children. That
 is what excites Michael. It is time for you to see how
 hard you excite your own child."

 Tyrone yanked mom's hair and pulled her off balance.
 Either mom was too stubborn to let herself be led to
 me of the Ecstasy inspired dizziness knocked her off
 balance. In either event the result was the powerfully
 erotical image of my good friend dragging my half-naked
 white mother by her hair, face first across the rug
 like some primitive cave girl to drop her helplessly
 at my feet. I felt like some fantastic animal about
 to rip the insides of its still kicking prey as I
 reached down and took my own pull of my mother's long
 hair.

 Words failed me as my mother's painful whimper of
 getting yanked up to her knees by her own son just
 sent a jolt through my gut that felt like a lightning
 strike had welded me to the floor. My cock had never
 been so fully erect which admittedly was a major
 blessing in the company of so many who drawfed my size
 in comparison. My violation of my mother would never
 compete on a size by size comparison but I somehow
 feel that size was not what counted most that day. As
 I mustered every feeling of hostility and sexual
 frustration by mother ad ever inflicted upon me the
 obvious became self evident. For my mom who had done
 everything for me and had lived her whole life only
 for the service of good, the ultimate betrayal upon
 her by the one person she loved more then life itself
 was the final destruction of all that she had been.

 Even the drugs and alcohol could not allow for her
 acceptance at the utter degradation of being gagged
 on the cock of her own son. The tears flowed freely
 as I rubbed salt into the wound finally finding my
 voice to tell her what a filthy mommy-cunt and whore
 she was. I told her she have loved to nurse me as a
 baby and I was going to own her tits again. I boasted
 I was better then my father and ordered her to repeat
 it but even as I pulled her hair all the responds I
 could get was her blubbering. I was the first of us
 to toss my load. I wanted the child to be black so
 there was no point to save my soldiers for the big
 lottery and I just let her have it on the face taking
 care to try to get as much into her eyes as I could.

 My mother was a first class turn-on as the volume of
 my wad was as good as I had ever managed. Saving up
 had paid off and everyone made their comments on what
 a wet soaking I had put to my mother. I held her up
 by the hair like a fisherman with the catch of the
 day while Deon documented the evidence. Tyrone was
 good enough to take a few stills as he obscenely added
 they would make good posters for my bedroom walls.
 Leroy got off the best crack with his idea to turn the
 image of my mother's face glazed like some fucking
 donut with my wet load of sperm into actual wall paper
 and do my whole house.  

 And I thought I was the sickest puppy I knew.

 When our first video tape reached the end, we realized
 that it was time for the main event. I took over camera
 operations again while we took mom to her bedroom for 
 the breeding. We had one last game that had always been
 a personal favorite to me. I explained it myself to mom
 that it would not be right to a child to be brought
 into the world as a bastard so before she could be bred
 we would first have our own little divorce and 'white'
 -wedding ceremonies.

 I told the guys what drawls to fetch the props from and
 then played master of ceremonies to my mom's total
 despair. First to go was the video she had arranged to
 have transferred from film of her initial ceremony to
 my father. We needed a new tape for the camera so
 Jerome held mom up for the camera while I put the
 precious video into the camera to begin to tape over
 it. Jerome told her to smile and gave her a good yank
 to open the scene just as I pressed record and called
 for action.

 My mother's wedding album was produced for destruction
 next. Pictures are the memories of our lives and hold
 special significance to a sentimentalist like my mother.
 My desire was to burn them all at once but that would
 have been highly impractical. I took a couple of her
 most cherished shots from the day and had Tyrone
 scissor my dad out of the picture. The new supply of
 tears told us she got the message and so I just told
 her then album would be burned at the trash yard later.

 To dispose of mom's wedding certificate and the ulti-
 mate symbolism of the ring, I desired a far more
 personal humiliation of my mother. The guys were
 admittedly not as into it as I was but she was my mom
 that I was allowing them to breed so my wish was
 honored by all. The certificate went first, draped
 over her face to await its special preparation. Then
 as I filmed the ceremony each and every nigger except
 Tyrone took his turn at a piss onto my mother's face.

 The certificate took the brunt of the urinal onslaught
 but a boy's aim being what it is, mom looked a sight
 when Adam was the last to shake off on her piss-
 drenched face. The paper had to almost be peeled from
 her as soaked as it was. In a way mom should have been
 grateful we softened it so for her because my require-
 ment was to have her eat it and I put the camera in
 focus for a close up as Adam stuffed it home. He kept
 a hold of her chin to force her to chew and prevent
 her from spitting it out until she managed to swallow.

 The only way to top the scene was for the ultimate
 filth of the rings fate. In my fantasies I think the
 perfect concept would have been to force mom to return
 the ring to my father with the message of what she now
 thought of it in her new life as a nigger slave but
 with my dad unavailable the recipient of the disgust-
 ingly prepared ring was to be my mother herself. I
 missed out on who had taken the dump but the toilet
 was ready so I followed Adam to the bathroom with
 camera in hand. Leroy got into the picture ordering
 my mother to give up her ring before he broke her
 finger. She cried out loud enough I thought the
 aggressive bastard had made good o the threat but then
 so what.

 Bones heal but the mental cruelty of what was done
 next would scar her for life.

 "Now be a good girl and put the ring into the shit to
 show the camera what you think of your marriage."

 Mom tried to refuse and Leroy got to take a turn on my
 mother's face. "Do it Mrs.. Knight. Put that ring into
 the shit with your dainty white hands or I will beat
 the fuck out of you."

 As Leroy almost took her head off someone told him to
 cool it so as to not damage the merchandise. I did not
 have that problem and was thrilled to see the third
 commanding slap that finally forced mom's compliance.
 My ultimate idea was for mom to take the shit-filthied
 ring and force dad to eat it but the plan was changed
 now to just have mom flush the toilet with her own
 free will. Having her eat it would have been more
 obscene but we still had to fuck the bitch and none of
 us were too keen on dirtying her up so much first.

 Mom's hand shook just a tremble as she watched the
 former symbol of her life flush down the toilet. It
 was so poignant.

 I would have died satisfied at that point but the boys
 were still building to the rape and before I knew it
 we were stuffing mom into her wedding dress. It was 
 something of a family heirloom serving three generations
 of brides but unless the next will be an ultra slut the
 line ends at my mother's 'white'-wedding. Leroy took
 the pleasure himself, but showed surprisingly good
 skill at altering the dress with his knife into a piece
 suitable for the occasion.  

 Mom had saved the panties from her wedding day but that
 was a pleasure I reserved for myself as mom's final
 treasures took their first display for us all but only
 long enough to strip of the white cotton respectability
 of her first pair and step her into the sheer naughti-
 ness of the silken choice she had made all those years
 prior. "Dad must have thought you were a whore huh mom?
 You sure look like one dressed so slutty."

 Tyrone had got into my dad's suit and took his place
 with my mother while we took out the family bible for
 her to exchange the vows with. Being as religious as
 she was the acted sacrilege was a nice touch to my
 sensibilities. When Jerome pronounced them master and
 slave he informed Tyrone that he could now own his
 woman and Tyrone put mom once more to her knees as the
 final piece of my fantasy. I guess it shows a little
 racism on my part even though my best friends are all
 black but the symbolism of animals claiming territory
 by pissing just screams at me to have mom's ownership
 as a nigger slave officiated with a piss into her mouth
 by her master.

 Mom either wrecked the scene or made it depending on
 your view when she was unable to hold it down. She
 brought up most of the certificate too. Leroy wanted
 her to eat it again but was quickly out voted and told
 what a sick-fuck he was. We paused as mom was sprayed
 clean with the shower hose and then it was baby time.

 The new hubby had drawing one to win the lottery.
 Tyrone was probably twice again the size of my dad
 and despite his prior experience he found mom tight
 to enter. Mom made one last beg off for us to spare
 her and then the next sound was the best scream she
 could muster as Tyrone achieved penetration. We just
 let her make her noise as she was slurred enough that
 the screams were barely half volume and the house is
 built well enough so as to guarantee no interference
 by the neighbors. Mom could scream herself hoarse and
 she was still going to be raped and bred.

 Tyrone's powerful muscled ass pounded his potent
 weapon into mom's target of love until the bomb was
 released. Full saturation of his potent seed into
 her fertile unprotected womb was a total success.
 The room seemed to enjoy a collective sigh of relief
 at the final achievement of victory as though our
 last fear of failure was dispersed with Tyrone's
 triumphant orgasm into my defeated mother.

 Tyrone barely moved off before the bang began. Jerome,
 Leroy, Devon, Adam, Leon, Toby, ect, ect. The names
 blended together as much as the bodies in the see of
 humanity that swarmed my mother's bed to take use of
 her sex. Everyone wanted a go before Mustafa ruined
 her.

 I pause now to pay honor to my god. If you ever saw
 those faked pictures of the black dude with his cock
 down to his knee you would swear it must have been
 Mustafa. I mean that is an exaggeration of course but
 the truth is we measured the monster at seventeen
 inches from base to tip. It was not as wide as my arm
 because I am a good sized kid but it was probably
 close in thickness to my mom's own wrist. He had
 always been concerned that a bitch would run when she
 took her first look but now as mom was held in place
 he was to have his first pussy.  

 Mustafa had not yet enjoyed my mother's talents and a
 dick his size required a lot of blood for full erection
 so he began his assault taking straddle of her head and
 plopping it down onto her face. It must have felt like
 getting hit with a baseball bat. I think mom would have
 screamed if she was still able. Her eyes crossed as she
 tried to come to comprehension in her drugged daze at
 the enormity of the monster she had to battle next.  
	
 Mustafa slid back and pushed my mother's breasts around
 his dick while still reaching her mouth with his head.
 It awed us all into silent worship. "Suck me bitch,"
 the black god commanded his helpless white victim.

 To say mom was choked on that cock as the action pro-
 gressed is as understated as saying the Titanic his a
 little ice cube. It almost became a possibility that
 mom was to be expired in her forced efforts to do
 deep-throat. I was on the verge of panic and about to
 interfere in the kids desires to bury it ball-deep
 between mom's red lips when he thankfully reached the
 obvious conclusion himself. Mom sucked the breath in
 at the last possible instant as Mustafa slid the snake
 out.

 Tyrone nudged me in the ribs. "He is going to ruin
 your mom for white cock forever now."

 I shot back that he was a pencil himself before the
 awesome meat of Mustafa and then we joined in the
 silent awe of the mount of mom's cunt. The scream I
 expected had been suffocated from her by the previous
 acts but the response of her body still spoke the tale.
 From her curled toes to the involuntary spasm arching
 her back, it was clear mom knew she was filled to
 capacity.  

 It was a surreal moment as Mustafa had his go at the
 lottery as to who would breed my mother. The rape was
 to continue on for several hours with some taking
 third and fourth turns upon my mother. The obligatory
 multiple penetrations and gymnastic team-ups all
 filled us with glee but for my purposes Mustafa's
 climax is as good a point as any to wrap up this tale.

 Mustafa's sheer size ensured pain and for me to cum
 into my underwear as he ruined my mother was just so
 appropriate. I did not fuck her myself that day but I
 did not need too. It is unlikely my sperm would have
 did the job but I could not risk it. My satisfaction
 was going to my mom as she laid passed out from the
 ordeal after the boys had left and just snuggling with
 the well fucked slut. I rested my head on her now bred
 belly and drifted to sleep myself. She would not wake
 for several hours and there would be time enough to
 have her understand and accept her new life on the
 'morrow but as I watched the cum puddle between her
 legs from her filled cunt, I slept the sleep of the
 truly blessed as I had fulfilled the ultimate fantasy
 to see my Teacher Mom in Trouble.


 Epilogue

 I hope the story did not disappoint. I am not sure I
 satisfied my own taste for the seduction scene to
 really get across the betrayal to my mom but then I
 am well satisfied on how I hit my stride with the sex
 act. As I mentioned in the prologue please give credit
 to New Man for the concept of students using Ecstasy
 and alcohol to take advantage of their teacher, as
 well as the very cute idea of a mock 'consumer-testing'
 setting. I will be doing this story again in a non-
 incest version from the eyes of the husband. If you
 wish to see it when it is finished e-mail me for a
 copy at mkarl2000@hotmail.com   I welcome any cor-
 respondence and will reply to all. Criticism is just
 as valid as praise as I am trying to improve as a
 writer and need to what is working and what is not.
 
 Until then I am mkarl.

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 This story was written as an adult fantasy.  The author
 does not condone the described behavior in real life in
 anyway shape or form. Anyone tempted to act out any of
 the scenarios in this story;  should seriously consider
 seeking professional help.
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