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The Rape of Sheila
by William DuPain (duepain@yahoo.com)

***

An incestuous relationship between a frustrated mother 
and her son gone violent. (MF, inc, reluc, v)

***

Sheila Verona stood in front of her kitchen sink 
staring blankly out the small window above it. She was 
under a tremendous amount of stress at this time and it 
was beginning to show in the relationships with her 
family and friends.

She was short with everyone it seemed anymore and she 
couldn't control her outbursts. Her Husband Victor had 
left months ago, her son's friends no longer came 
around to visit him nor did any of Sheila's old 
friends.

It was money, as it always seemed to be; Victor had 
lost his job at the local plant and things went 
downhill rapidly. She didn't know now where the money 
would come from to pay the bills and she didn't make 
enough herself to meet them.

She had a terrible fight with her son that morning 
about his going to stay with a friend that next weekend 
when so much needed done around the house. Things had 
become heated and there were terrible words exchanged 
between the two.

Sheila had said things to her son she now regretted and 
wished she could take back. She grabbed the checkbook 
from the counter and walked over to the table seating 
herself in one of the chairs. She would again try to 
see if she couldn't juggle things around enough to 
catch the light bill up before they shut her power off.

Sheila was thirty-five now but didn't look near her 
age, she had long luxurious dark hair and deep gray 
eyes. Her breasts were a little too large for her 
petite frame but not outlandishly so, and they were 
still firm and high.

She had great legs that ran up to a pair of beautifully 
curved hips that flowed into a nicely shaped thin 
waist. She had a beautiful ass and very shapely lips 
that enhanced a beautiful olive toned face.

As she sat refiguring her balance she was in contention 
with a splitting headache that never seemed to end 
lately. She sensed rather than consciously heard her 
son Douglas enter the kitchen area as she manipulated 
her scant account.

Douglas swung the appliance door open and reached in 
for the jug of ice water his mother always kept there 
and grabbed a glass from the overhead cupboard. Douglas 
filled his glass and leaving it there turned to place 
the glass container back in the refrigerator when it 
slipped from his hand and shattered on the floor.

Sheila was startled badly by the exploding sound of the 
near carnage and jumped up from her chair spinning 
around to find the scene of the crisis. She stood 
their, her nerves already unraveled by other 
distractions and as she surveyed the broken glass and 
water on the floor she began to cry.

"You stupid little bastard, do you think all I have to 
do in my life is clean up after your idiotic 
misfortunes," she screamed as the tears flowed freely 
down her cheeks.

Her loud complaint caught her son off guard; he was 
shocked and then angered. 

"If you hadn't driven my father away with your constant 
complaining I wouldn't be a bastard now would I, you 
cheap Spanish whore," he spat back in retaliation.

"What... what did you call me you little shit," she 
screamed at him as she advanced on him.

Sheila slapped her son across the face the sound of the 
hard impact reverberating through out the space of the 
room.

"No bitch, not this time!" he yelled at her.

He slapped her back and his five foot-eleven inch frame 
knocked his smaller opponent to her knees. She was 
dazed, but as she regained her senses she was filled 
with a fierce anger and rose quickly to her feet.

Sheila leapt like a lioness taking prey, her strong 
sharp nails peeling the flesh at the side of his face 
where blood sprang to the surface immediately.

Douglas grabbed the front of her frilly blouse and 
slapped her face hard once more. The force of his blow 
against the firm grip of her blouse ripped the front of 
his mothers blouse wide open.

There before his eyes were two perfectly formed olive 
toned globes of flesh beautifully shaped with full 
stiff nipples. Sheila grabbed the shredded garment and 
tried pulling it together to hide her nakedness from 
her sons' eyes.

"Oh no you don't, whore," he growled as he grabbed both 
hands and moved them away.

He wanted to humiliate her, here in her own home, for 
her hateful behavior toward everyone around her 
including himself. He slapped her again with less force 
this time and noticed the beautiful fire in her eyes, 
the evident self-righteous anger she was feeling.

"You have beautiful breasts mother, how about letting 
me lick them for you and alleviate a little of that 
sexual tension," he told her, his grin evil and 
menacing.

"Are you loco or just stupid Douglas, I am your 
mother," she offered weakly.

Douglas leaned his larger frame into his mothers' body 
and backed her roughly up against the table. He ripped 
her blouse completely off her body and then reaching 
down he ripped off her loose flimsy skirt as well.

"You fucking bastard get away from me, if you touch me 
I'll put you away somewhere I swear to God Douglas," 
she screamed at him, still crying as she spoke.

She stood there with nothing to do about it, exposed in 
her panties only, before the hungry ravenous eyes of 
her angry son. He pinned both her wrist behind her and 
moved his mouth to her nipple as she tried to avoid 
contact there.

"Please Doug, don't do this to me... please!" she 
begged him.

But as his hot mouth covered her nipple to devour her 
sweet flesh there, a lightening bolt of pure 
unmitigated pleasure seared its way along her 
consciousness exploding in heat between her legs that 
made her flesh go dewy.

"Please don't, please... please Doug, my god I'm your 
mom," she pleaded with tears.

But in spite of her words her body wanted his tongue on 
it, wanted his hands between her legs touching her. She 
hated herself at that moment, as she realized he was 
going to fuck her and she would likely orgasm beneath 
him.

"I hate you... do you hear me bastard... I said I hate 
your fucking ass!" she screamed.

Doug looked his mother dead in the eye... his own now 
cold, dead, uncaring things. His fingers vised down on 
her nipple and squeezed with all the power in his young 
body. She closed her eyes and screamed as her body 
trembled deeply with the pain of his abuse.

When he let go she opened her eyes and he found a storm 
of sorrow and pain there as he held them with his own. 
He pressed her lips with his and found no response at 
first but when he slipped his tongue into her mouth he 
thought he felt her part them just a little.

While he explored everything in her mouth his hand 
dropped and found its way between her legs. His young 
fingers slipped inside her panties and opened her 
cavern finding the firmness of her clit. He wooed her 
as they kissed, and gently, with ease of touch, he sat 
about the seduction of her will.

She was moist, but he couldn't yet tell if she wanted 
him, she was not struggling as fiercely now and he 
enjoyed very much the warmth of her mouth. He broke the 
kiss and his mouth went immediately to his mother's 
breast again where he pulled into his mouth one large 
erect nipple. She shivered as his hot member caressed 
the hard little rose of her breast and small waves of 
warm pleasure moved across the surface of her vulva.

Sheila considered another protest but decided against 
it she knew he wouldn't stop now not until his hot seed 
seared the inside of her passage and his cock lurched 
in spasms inside her.

She felt the warmth of his mouth on her smooth skin 
making her wet down below. Her need was rising and 
everything he did felt good to her hungry body. She 
hadn't had male companionship for some time now and she 
hadn't realized until now how much she had missed it. 
She hated him for taking her this way but there was 
nothing she could do.

Doug shoved his mother roughly down on the kitchen 
table and ripped the thin panties from her body. Then 
parted her legs and kneeling he put his face directly 
in front of her cunt. His tongue darted out and swiped 
the dark cavern of her sweet mysteries. Her body jerked 
sharply in response to his touch, as her son began to 
eat her out.

"I hate you Doug... you bastard," she whispered lamely.

He didn't care, his cock was raging between his legs 
and if it was the last thing on earth he accomplished, 
he was going to bring his mother to a resounding 
orgasm.
He used his member skillfully against the warm wet 
tissue of his mother's pussy inserting it as deeply as 
he could between the swollen lips of her labia.

The very next time he lashed her clit she moaned 
pitifully and her hips rose to meet his tongue. Her 
hands were now stroking the thick dark hair of his head 
and she was beginning to moan softly.

Sheila was moving quickly to bliss in spite of her 
minds protest her body intended to have its way and 
obtain reprieve from its frustration. Doug stopped and 
raised himself to his feet, from the cast of her face 
he knew she was in stress to release.

He lowered his lips to hers and she received him with 
due gentleness this time and readily made room for his 
seeking tongue. His hard thick cock was resting in her 
crevice directly over her firm clit.

As his tongue probed her mouth his cock ground against 
her folds producing some of the most beautiful 
sensations she could ever remember experiencing. They 
exploded in her brain and body one after the other, 
until she thought she might pass out from the firestorm 
of pleasure.

The beautiful Sheila Verona was thrusting against the 
rhythm of her son's movements in her crevice. Every 
movement of his cock was a blessing of sweet joy to her 
flesh. She knew she was gushing between her legs but 
her hunger was deep and long held.

She felt his strong hands gently caress the tissue of 
her swollen breasts as they kissed. The passage of his 
slow strong hands over her skin made her body tingle 
all over. The exploits of his expertly educated tongue 
in her mouth was still thrilling the young vixen, 
driving her desire to desperation.

"I'm so sorry Douglas for the things I said I didn't 
mean them," she whispered.

"I know Sheila but I won't stop, I don't think I can 
now," he answered with strained voice.

"I know Doug and I don't want you to," she whispered in 
response.

"Put it in me Doug, I'm so hungry, fuck mommy my 
beautiful boy, give mommy an orgasm," she cooed as she 
lovingly stroked his back with her hands.

Doug did as his mother ask, he felt her tense as the 
width of his cock began to slowly stretch her vaginal 
passage. She shivered against him as he advanced and 
moaned sweetly in his ear.

"Te quiero a mi hijo," she whispered.   "I love you my 
son."

"I love you to mom," he replied.

"Usted es el golpe del corazón Douglas," she whispered. 
"You are the beat of my heart Douglas."

She was driven to passion by the sensations her flesh 
had needed so long now, the touch of human skin. The 
kiss, the hands, and the feel of man between her legs 
again that once more validated her wounded femininity.

Her breath rushed from her lungs when her son's pelvis 
at last pushed against her own; his long wide member 
filling her in way never known before. Her body rushed 
with fire as her desire was fully released within and 
her passion consumed her consciousness.

With each deep hard thrust she moaned, her heels 
digging into her son's buttocks forcing him into her, 
because she couldn't get enough of the feeling so long 
absent from her life.

He used her like a whore, brutally, because it was what 
she wanted, she wanted to leave that table sore, 
swollen, and needing no more. He was like a great 
stallion in breeding season, powerful, and deep, and 
Shelia loved all of it, the sound, scent, and warmth of 
him.

As her impending explosion of personality approached 
she became somewhat delirious pathetically begging him 
to fuck her harder, faster. Screaming that she loved 
him only and would always be his now.

To say she thundered through the end of orgasm would be 
putting it mildly, she nearly passed out with the 
intensity of her release. Her convulsions literally 
sucked the sperm out of her son's cock and she sprayed 
his entire upper thigh region with a downpour of sexual 
fluids.

Doug pulled a nearby chair behind him and sat down and 
then eased his mothers limp frame out onto his lap. 
They were both soaked and breathless as he wrapped his 
arms around her and drew her tightly to him.

So overcome by the joy of her release Sheila began 
kissing his face and neck without stopping for the 
longest time. Finally, Doug placed both hands on the 
side of her face and looked into her eyes. They were 
soft again, with that gentle shyness he had missed for 
so long now and she was smiling, something missing far 
to long.

"You may have me whenever you please my son and there 
will be no more fighting between us. But please tell me 
you still love me," she said softly.

"Te amo mi reina española," he told her. "I love you my 
Spanish Queen."

She kissed him then, a deep sensitive probing of the 
young nature, that she had just matured.

"I have a plan mother to help us get by if you can 
bring yourself to consider it," he told her.

"And what is your plan Douglas," she asked smiling, 
thinking she may as well entertain him because it was 
sweet of him to want to help.

"You're a beautiful woman my Queen would you consider 
posing nude for me, and my hungry Nikon?" he asked her.

"Right now I would do anything for you my lover," she 
replied smiling, as her well-formed fanny wiggled 
against his lap!

"If we can produce a good layout for the shoot we can, 
sell the series on the net. That will give us money to 
start a web site with, we can put your photos there as 
well as those of any models we might hire from our 
local model stock," he told her.

"But won't that be expensive?" she asked.

"We can save some of the expense by using my friends to 
design the site security, I can do the basic page 
itself, but will need some help with the security end 
of it," he answered.

"I'm willing to try anything at this point Doug, we 
certainly can't go on this way we will lose our home if 
we don't do something and soon," she said.

"You won't be embarrassed when I'm standing there 
camera in hand asking you to touch yourself?" he asked 
her.

Sheila stood with a devilish smile on her lovely face 
and began a slow sensual dance at the side of Doug's 
chair. She held his eyes, hers full of mischief, as her 
hands began to run up and down on her fabulous olive 
toned body.

"You mean like this Dougie?" she asked him with a wide 
smile, as her hands began to caress her vulva and her 
hips undulated sensually.

"Um-m-m... damn mom, that's exactly what I meant," he 
replied with a laugh.

He grabbed her and re-seated her on his lap; she leapt 
to his lips and consumed him with her own. The warmth 
of her perfect breasts stirring him as she playfully 
chewed his neck and cooed musically for his ego.

"I will start tomorrow mother and you must spend some 
money on some new sexy cloths that you will then very 
slowly remove," he spoke.

Sheila had never before viewed her son as a problem 
solver, she was discovering that this young man she was 
falling quickly in love with was more complicated than 
she knew.

"Do you think I'm pretty Douglas," she asked him.

She needed reassurance he knew regarding herself as a 
woman; still the question caught him completely off 
guard so he proceeded in a playful manner.

"Yes my little Spanish slut... I know your beautiful, 
and you will drive me to excess in my use of your 
sultry charms. I will ravish you on the lawn late at 
night, on the hood of your car at high noon, on the 
table and in the bath and when finished you'll sleep 
the sleep of the dead," he smiled.

"Oh yes-s-s-s," she squealed with a big smile!!! She 
was so young at that moment that she thrilled him.

He loved her at such moments, her spirit wide open and 
unashamed. The light of her eyes was brightest at these 
times, and the gentleness of her nature most apparent.

They bathed after that; it was a prolonged affair with 
a great deal of touching, kissing, and sweet verbal 
reinforcement between the two.

He gave his mother her second orgasm of the day as she 
lay bound on her own bed while eating her to complete 
culmination. She cried when she came that afternoon 
arching hard against her ties desperately wanting to 
touch his body.

That night Douglas teased her until her lips hurled a 
long string of colorful profanity at him demanding he 
take her. She was a passionate woman, if one understood 
how to properly use her. She came twice that night 
before Douglas filled her insides with his hot seed, 
her wrist held firmly against the sheets, her body a 
sheen of light sweat.

"My lover, the things you do they exhaust me," she had 
told him with the sweetest smile. Then fell asleep to 
tired to even clean up.

DuePain@yahoo.com

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.

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