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Prisoner of Samantha
by George Townsend (address withheld)
Edited by IM Luck

***

A young man spends some time in Jail. When he returns he 
is sexually repressed. To his good luck he finds a way 
of easing his libido just inside his home. His willing 
partner is his mother Samantha.  (MF, inc, anal)

***

The increase in road traffic was frightening. Walking 
from the bus stop in my familiar streets, carrying a 
plastic bag with my bits in it, I was thinking about my 
past. My Mum told everybody that I was away at college. 
Not true. I was in prison for GBH. Sent down for six 
years, did a painful four. 

Thanks to good behavior and a successful appeal to the 
court, I won parole after only four years, it is amazing 
the things you forget about a place when you are 
incarcerated for four years. Prison had been a sanctuary 
for fleeting seconds I missed it. After a while, the 
bars and iron doors had become commonplace. Time is long 
and stands still. It is immutable. 

The streets, they are dirtier, unkempt with grass and 
weeds growing through pavement cracks. Kids are dirtier 
too; snot running down over their chins onto already 
soiled clothing. Someone shouted at for throwing a stone 
at a woman pushing a pram. When she went by, shaking her 
head, I saw the pram was full of washing, freshly 
ironed.

A kiddie ran up to me, clutching my sleeve with grubby 
talon like fingers 'Got any fags, Mister?' 'Sorry, don't 
smoke.' 'Fuck you then! Stick it up your fat arse!'

The six year old sauntered off down the street as if he 
was Al Capone. Where I had just come from the Al Capones 
were many, more grown up. My ass was still sore.

First person who I knew was old Mrs. Tenant, still with 
fat frumpy figure and still as ugly and still smelled as 
if she had pissed herself. She lived next door. The big 
black wart on her chin as ever intrigued my eyes. It was 
even bigger than the last time I saw it. It was 
repulsive. Made more repulsive by the nest of long gray 
hairs around it.

'You are home then? Maybe you'll get some work and help 
your poor old Mom. Poor wee thing, she needs it, bless 
her.'

Wee thing! Last time I saw Mum, she was as tall as me 
and I am 5.9.

"Did my mother sold the house?"

"No, she still lives there."

'Good day, Mrs. Tenant. Don't you worry your pretty 
little head, I will look after Mum for you.'

I passed her, cagily, and was surprised that my key 
still fitted the same old red, paint-peeling door. 
Number 13, unlucky for some!

It opened into Paradise! 

I was pleasantly shocked by the decor. It was luxury to 
what it used to be before I went away. Gone were the 
dangerous loose curled up mats. Fell on my ass a few 
times because of them. The tatty oilcloth floor covering 
where countless pooches of old had used as a doggy loo. 

Dogs! Never did manage to get them out when they wanted 
to go. It was my job for a few coins a week, as it was 
my job to get up the mess. I think it was one of the 
reasons no one came into our house, that and the old 
man, of course. 

Now it was wall-to-wall self-coloured russet carpeting, 
which ran up the stairs, replacing the old red stair-
runner. The banisters were now white when they used to 
be chipped beat up brown paint.

My eyes traveling up the stairs alighted on a vision of 
loveliness. Standing there was my mother Samantha.

'Mom? Is that you? '

She was wearing a pink negligee, silk, belted at the 
waist and as she ran down the stairs it became obvious 
she was wearing nothing else under it. A flash of her 
pussy revealed she didn't like pubic hair either. She 
was in my arms kissing me, my eyes, my nose, my lips and 
I was overcome with a need which sons are not supposed 
to get for their Mothers. Her hands clutching my head as 
if proving to herself that I was no mirage. Then she 
stepped back, looking me up and down. Lingering on the 
bulge behind the fly in my grubby, bag washed slacks.

'Larry, you have no idea how much I have missed you! I 
had no idea you were coming out, Darling. Did they treat 
you badly? Have you eaten? Look at you! You are a man! 
My! How you have filled out! You must be starving for a 
good cooked meal? Mmmmm, and other things too, I feel. 
Nice! It feels bigger! Hope you haven't forgotten how to 
make love to a woman?'

Then we were embracing again. The heat of her warm body 
was luxury to me. John Thomas was misbehaving and Mum 
was unashamedly rubbing her pussy against my fully-grown 
and up-for-it appendage. I was forced to push her away 
from me. There was still an anger within me.

'You missed me that much that you did not come to see me 
once in four years, two months and twenty-three days, 
Mom!'

'I couldn't, Larry! Your Dad wouldn't let me. He kept 
ripping up the passes which were sent to us.'

The man she referred as my dad was not my real dad. I 
miss my father who was an officer in the Marines but was 
accidentally killed in a live-fire exercise when I was 
five. Mum married again soon afterwards. Since then I 
never was on good terms with my step father.

'You could have at least written a miserable sodding 
letter!'

'Your Dad, you know I was frightened of him and you did 
beat him terribly. He almost died.'

'Should have killed, the effin Bastard! He deserved it 
for what he did to us. I spent four years of pain 
because of him. Where is he?'

'He left me, Darling. Just a year ago.'

I studied her; she had not lost her looks. I was 18 and 
she was 37 when I went to prison. She was wearing well 
for 41. She could look at times like a 'sweet innocent' 
but that didn't mean she was 'soft'. She could be tough 
as leather when she had to be. I fancied her since 
gaining puberty. The good thing was that I had no Dad to 
compete with now. 

I was walking through the downstairs rooms to find new 
furniture and fittings in every room, my Mum Samantha 
attached herself to me like a shadow.

'Where did you get the money to do this? Are you on the 
game?'

'No, Larry. It’s your Granddad; he died and left me some 
money. Just nine months ago. He left you some too. I 
will take you to the Solicitor and you should have 
enough to start your life up again. I have not seen or 
heard from your Dad since he left. I do not know where 
he is, in Hell I hope.'

She sat down on the settee with complete disregard for 
her attire. Her legs and thighs exposed, they were still 
long and beautiful. Her eyes kept darting backwards and 
forwards from my face to the bulge in my trousers. The 
light blue moquette cushion under her hairless pussy was 
discolouring because the copious juices oozing out of 
her snatch. Her personal odour was invading my nostrils. 
I felt my balls contracting.

We sat and talked about this and that. I told her my 
plan to enroll in a photography course at a college in 
the city, and she thought that was a great idea. The 
sight of Mum’s breasts and pussy had excited me, and I 
needed to wank.

She was a much different Mum to the one four years back. 
She was scrubbed up now. Her hair was styled comparing 
to the rats-tails of before. She had changed it from 
dirty blonde to dark brown, which suited her brown eyes. 
She was using cosmetics now, where my step-dad would not 
let her use them. Her breasts were different too because 
her weight was down. She was now a very attractive lady. 
So attractive, I was having lascivious thoughts. Her 
tongue came out and ran round her lips as she saw my 
cock growing again.

She suddenly sprang up and threw herself into my arms 
and kissed me, pressing her tongue against my lips until 
I opened my mouth to let it in. She was making me 
desperate to fuck her as our tongues fought to reach 
each other’s throats. I moaned into her mouth when her 
hand gripped the shaft of my cock. She was the first 
woman to do that to me for a long time.

Suddenly, she pulled away from me, standing up and 
looked me sexily in the eyes.

'You must be desperate for a fuck, poor thing. I am 
too.'

Reaching out she pulled me up and we clasped our arms 
around each other. I found that her robe had fallen to 
the floor and my hands were on her bare flesh. I 
trembled with her, feeling within her her desperate need 
for me. I am not going on about guilt, because I did not 
have any. I had already been punished and had paid for 
my guilt.

She helped me to rip my clothes off which consisted of a 
jacket, t-shirt and trousers. The prison authorities had 
somehow lost the rest of my clothing. All of which would 
never go on my back again. They stunk of disinfectant 
and prison and bad memories.

She pulled me back down on top of her with her legs wide 
open and her arms crushing me to her fantastic bare 
breasts. My cock found its own way into her very wet, 
slimy pussy and we went at each other like rutting 
animals. The foreplay was over before it started and the 
fucking was a necessity. My dear old mum had turned into 
a really hot piece of cunt. 

There was no thought about who she was, it was just that 
she was a woman with a willing twat and I was a man with 
a prick to fill it. I gripped her ass-cheeks and 
fingered her asshole, which involuntarily thrust her 
hips forward onto my cock, and she loved it. She would 
have to love it, as I had been a faggot for four years, 
my ass the target for all comers, screws and lags. I had 
a lot to teach her about buggery, and I would be 
crossing the t's and dotting the i's with her delicious 
butt.

'Oh! Yes! Darling! Fuck me! Fuck your whore! From now on 
and as long as you need me, I am your whore! Oh! Its 
feels so good!'

'It will get better. There will be some pain for you, 
Mother, but you will endure. I have to teach you the 
kind of love prison taught me. You have to know what 
protecting you against Dad cost me.'

'Agh! I'm cumming, Larry! You are too; I can feel it 
squirting into me. It has been so long since I was last 
fucked. Come on, Baby. Fill me with spunk.'

Later, after a shower and I had tucked into a fry up and 
we had retired back into the sitting room and she was 
back in her robe and panties, sitting on my lap on the 
settee. I could feel her heat and wetness on my bare 
legs. Above all, her femininity.

'Tell me about prison, Larry. I did want to come and see 
you. I used to cry at nights thinking of you in there. 
Even worse after Jimmy Harris came out and told us what 
he had been through. How he had to have stitches put in 
tears in his bum.'

'Within hours I was forced into becoming a faggot, Mum. 
You know what a faggot is, Mum?'

'Yes, Dear. I have a good idea. I am beginning to have 
pictures of you being forced over and men fucking you. 
After Jimmy described what happened to him so 
graphically, I used to lay in bed at night, thinking of 
you, my mind full of naked men and their long hard nasty 
penises, wishing that I was taking your torment. Makes 
me shudder, Darling.'

'They forced me to become a whore, Mum! I was sold off 
to anyone who could pay the price either with dope or 
fags. Once you start these things, it’s like a drug, you 
become addicted and there were times when I did it for 
nothing. Yes, there were times when I was not fucked and 
I thought that they had gone off me, it made me 
depressed. In prison, you do not have the luxury of 
crying yourself to sleep.'

She placed her hand on my bare thigh, gently gripping 
the muscle.

'That is all over now, Darling. I will do anything you 
want to help you to get over it. If you want to treat me 
like they treated you, then, as I said, I am your whore. 
Treat me like one. Your Dad used to bugger me. After a 
while, I did not mind him doing it. It was when he 
started to bring his friends round after you went into 
prison. When three of them had me at the same time, it 
was painful, very painful. As you said, Larry! You 
should have killed him.'

'Gosh! Mum! You must be fresh out of fantasies!'

She laughed and punched me in the ribs, I retaliated by 
deep fingering her asshole.

'Oh! You animal! You will have to use lube if you want 
to do that to me, Darling.'

'Men used to spread my ass cheeks and spit into my hole 
and finger it in.'

‘you are giving me very lewd pictures, Larry. I saw your 
Dad being fucked. That really did turn me on. It gave me 
a big kick to hear him crying out with pain.'

'Did you cry out with pain when your ass was cocked, 
Mum?'

'Only when your dad didn't use any lube, when he forced 
himself into me. He was usually drunk when he did it.'

'Yes, I do know what that feels like.'

'I bet you do. I use a douche now so I am always clean 
there. Now you are home I will make doubly sure that I 
am always ready for you.'

'One thing I missed in prison was, smelling your dirty 
knickers. I was always into our linen basket in the 
bathroom, using them to sniff and have a wank long 
before I went to prison. Come to think of it, I must 
have been about 14 when I started doing it. I used to 
listen at your bedroom door when Dad was fucking you and 
beat off into your knickers. I knew you were getting it 
up your ass, because you talk quite loud when you are 
horny.

'Yes I know, Darling. It was me who used to wash out 
your spunk stains out of my knickers, remember? I still 
keep them in the same place. I was never angry knowing 
you were using my knickers like that, just the opposite. 
I knew you were fantasising about me as I was about you. 
I spied on you. I knew how big you were, bigger than 
your Dad was. I didn't know you were listening all the 
time, although it did cross my mind that you could hear 
us mucking about. I think I wanted you to hear me.'

'Yes, I know where you keep your knicks. I have already 
had a good whiff of the ones in the basket since I have 
been home. We have obviously been keeping secrets from 
each other, Mum.'

She laughed and went down on me, taking my half hard 
cock into her mouth. She opened my legs and caressed my 
balls. I watched her slurping up the mixture of juices 
off my cock and balls. Her busy fingers raked my anus 
which made me jump.

'It’s all right, Larry. I don't have a cock. That is, 
unless you want me to use my strap-on? I used to fuck 
your dad with it.'

'Maybe I will let you fuck me, Mum. We are both a couple 
of whores.'

I lay back and closed my eyes and let her get on with 
sucking me. I had had my cock sucked countless times in 
prison.

'I didn't stop you fingering my hole, Mum. Just wet your 
fingers before you push them in.'

I closed my eyes and imagined it was Tim, my bunkmate. 
We used to suck each other to sleep at nights.

I felt two fingers rifling my ass and my balls 
tightening up to my shaft. She was good; she too has had 
years of experience. 

'Ooooh! Yes! That's nice. Fuck me and suck me. It's on 
its way! Oh God! Yes! Easy, you are about to get a mouth 
full, Mum!'

It felt as if my balls were having their innards sucked 
out. I pumped my cock to the back of her throat and 
almost fainted, I had cum so much.

* * *

I managed to find some clothes, got dressed and took 
Samantha to the Victoria Arms and was greeted like a 
long lost Son. Everyone wanted to buy us drinks. I told 
more lies and embroidered more and more the drunker I 
became.

We rolled home at ten-thirty and went to bed. Mum was 
very horny and pressed a tub of Vaseline into my hand 
after she had come back from the loo.

'Fuck my ass, Darling. All those anal jokes you were 
telling in the pub were making my bum spasm. I noticed 
one or two men eyeing you up as well as the women. That 
guy sitting next to you was feeling you up, wasn't he?' 

‘don’t know, Mom. I am so used to things like that, half 
the time I take no notice.' I did notice, the guy gave 
me a hard-on.

'Felt a bit jealous, I did. Fancy being jealous of 
people coming onto my son. Do you think I am depraved, 
Larry?'

'I will tell you after getting this thing up your tight 
asshole. Sure you want it, you are not just being brave 
and foolish?'

'Do I have any choice, Larry? You would probably tie me 
down and ass-fuck me anyway. Your Dad used to tie me 
down and gag me with my knickers, as I did to him. The 
ropes he used are still in that drawer. You know where 
my knickers are. My strap-on is in that drawer too, I 
can be quite manly when I wear it. Remind me to get some 
KY Jelly from the Chemist. The girls tell me it is the 
'done' thing now. I don't know, I have never used it.'

'Will you shut up woman and get over onto your belly so 
I can use your ass?'

She laughed and rolled over, wagging her posterior 
suggestively. I fingered Vaseline into a hole, which 
already had been lubed. I gave her the grease and told 
her to rub some on my cock as it wasn't hard enough yet. 
She had no problem getting me back on course with her 
hands and mouth.

'That’s it, it's getting nice and hard now, Larry. It's 
lovely and big, I will feel this filling up my asshole, 
no mistake. Don't spare me, put it to me and put it to 
me hard and deep. I want to feel your cock in my ass as 
much as you want to fuck me. Give me all the pain those 
men gave you. I want to feel it too.'

She moved onto her hands and knees and I mounted her and 
nosed my dick into her anal-canal. It gave into the 
pressure of my knob and in it popped. She sighed and her 
body dipped and came back up again as I watched her anus 
expand around my cockhead. Closing my eyes it felt like 
a guys ass. I gripped her hips tightly and pushed my 
cock into her depths and she cried out with the pain and 
I rejoiced in her pain. 

I was sharing it with her. I had control over my cock 
and balls and I fingered her cunt and clitty good style 
to bring her off. It was lovely fucking a woman again, 
the fact it was my Mother, was a bonus. I was quite 
content to stay around the house and keep her happy for 
as long as she wanted it.

After I had filled her with spunk she was down on my 
cock sucking it clean. The lags had to make me do that 
for them. She did not leave me out, her cunt pressed 
down over my mouth, and like fruit gums, you have to 
lick and suck.

Deep inside me, I knew that I would want male-to-male 
pain again. The need for rough handling and the arm 
across the back of my neck and the arm across my thighs 
forcing my asshole back hard onto their cocks would 
remain with me forever. I would dream about the bristly 
chins in my ass cheeks, the piercing tongues, and the 
sound of spitting as saliva hit my anus. The fingers, 
delving and multiplying, sometimes into a fist. It was 
considered to be punishment, but you learnt to take that 
too.

I am sure it is what men go back into prison for. They 
do not go back in because they are bad, it is because 
they have the addiction for and miss the savagery of 
never ending hard rampant cocks. It is a fear within me 
that I will have that need too.

I could go and on, but it would be only repetition. 
Later on, Mum wanted to bring in other guys and women 
and it did happen. But that is a future story maybe. 
Enslavement to sex is more addictive than drugs because 
it is cheaper and sometimes safer to indulge in. As for 
incest, it is just another name. I was told that in 
prison. 'We are all brothers, and brothers because of 
the circumstances we are forced to love each other.' 

I know that was true... I was forced!

Basically, it just boils down to people who are 
billetted together, come together and if you want the 
adage too, cum together, because we all have a need for 
each other.

As long as my Mum needs me, then, I am there for her. 
So-be-it. Her need to have more men in our relationships 
and her desire to see me fucked by a man can only lead 
to re-addiction. Future tales to tell? Maybe... as an 
after-thought, it would be nice to see mum taking three 
guys and even nicer to tell you about it. That's if you 
want me to tell you, that is? Unlike my Mum, you won't 
have to beg for it. Jeez! It's getting hard again! 'Mum! 
Where are you? Come here and see what I have got for 
you!'

Later I drifted off to an ecstatically happy sleep. I 
woke with a start, momentarily disoriented, still 
entwined in Mum’s arms. She was sleeping heavily. The 
light was still on, and looking at the clock on her 
bedside table I saw it was just after 3am. 

Needing to pee badly I extricated myself from Mum’s arms 
– she muttered something incoherent but didn’t wake up – 
and went to the toilet. When I came back in I sat on the 
edge of the bed and looked at her sleeping body. She lay 
with her back to me, part of a tangled sheet twisted 
around her waist and covering her bum.

I sidled up against her and, brushing a tangle of blonde 
hair from her face, kissed her on the cheek. She looked 
so beautiful, I thought. She still had her bra on, and I 
unhooked it at the back and pulled it off her, then 
reached around and started to fondle her breasts, which 
felt incredibly soft and vulnerable.

I ran my hand down her side, coming to where she was 
covered with the sheet. Lying on the bed, positioning 
myself so that my face was a few inches from her bottom, 
I gently pulled the sheet away. Grabbing my cock, which 
was rapidly growing hard, with one hand, I parted her 
buttocks with the other, and stared reverently at her 
hairless pussy and wrinkled pink arsehole.

"I love you," I murmured, getting in closer, licking at 
her cunt lips, which were sticky with her dried juices 
and my cum, then working my way down the velvety soft 
ridge of her perineum until my tongue reached her anus 
which I licked slowly and methodically, forcing my 
tongue into it as deeply as I could.

Feeling I was about to cum I stopped and got onto my 
knees. Still holding her buttocks apart with one hand, I 
pointed my dick and wanked myself until my sperm spurted 
onto her, and then I rubbed it into both her holes.

I really was spent now. I found a pillow on the floor 
and lay with my head towards the foot of the bed, my 
face against Mum’s cool, round arse, one arm thrown over 
her hip, and drifted off to sleep again with my nostrils 
filled with a heady aroma of cunt and sperm and 
arsehole.

* * *

Next day I went to meet and old pal of mine. Returning 
back to home, I walked through the kitchen and searched 
for Samantha. I wanted to invite my mother into the 
kitchen. I noticed her absence, I looked to the 
bathroom, but the door was open and the light turned 
off; she wasn't in there. Then I looked to my bedroom. 

I thought I could see her bare legs on my bed. I moved 
towards my room slowly. As I reached the doorway, I saw 
my mother, completely naked, head propped up by a few 
pillows with her legs slightly spread and arched. She 
just stared at me.

I stood there, in the doorway, for a moment, having 
decided conversation was not the strong point of the 
relationship my mother and I had with each other. She 
was unlike any woman I ever had fantasies about before. 
Having her spread out completely nude on my bed really 
awakened me carnally and my dick was hard as a rock.

After what must have been minutes just ogling her body, 
my eyes returned to her face where they met with her 
eyes once again. Still simply gazing at me, she finally 
lowered them to her crotch. As I followed them, I saw 
her spread her legs more and then look back at me. 
Wordless, she held out her arms to me. In seconds, I had 
all of my clothes off again, my erection jutting out 
from my body. I walked quickly to my mother; her arms 
still outstretched, and fell on to her. 

As she held me to her, I began to kiss her lips, her 
neck, her shoulders, and her breasts. I wanted to enter 
her very badly but, but the softness of her body, minus 
her somewhat scratchy legs, was too much for me to 
neglect; I had put my lips and tongue on every part of 
her. She responded in moans to various degrees, but 
mostly she just caressed the back of my body as I 
ventured my way down her own body.

Scooting myself further down the bed and as I neared her 
crotch. Running my tongue down the rest of her to her 
pussy, it finally entered her, which, upon contact, made 
her thrust her hips violently upward, nearly making me 
bite my own tongue. 

I lapped aggressively at her cunt, tasting indescribable 
juices mixed with urine, sweat and God knows what else. 
She became wetter and wetter by the moment, her juices 
coating my chin and cheeks, and continued moaning louder 
and louder, slamming my face into her with her hands. 
Finally, she came, her spasmodic body and breathing 
slowing down to a more restful mode.

As she was catching her breath, I did the same, slowly 
licking her cunt and down-—almost cat-like--cleansing 
her of her own juices and mess. While doing this, I had 
a moment of inspiration. Raising my head to look in her 
eyes, I smiled, as did she. Then I slowly lifted her 
legs, my hands grabbing her by the thighs, and folded 
them towards her stomach. In that position, I looked 
down at her pale, fleshy ass and in between her butt 
cheeks. 

Taking my non-verbal cue, she held her own legs to 
herself and I dove my face in between her ass cheeks, 
spreading them with my hands. There were smells but I 
didn't care. I felt depraved; there was nothing I wanted 
to do more at that time than lick and eat out my own 
mother's ass. As my tongue darted in and around her 
sphincter, my mother actually screamed, surely waking 
any sleeping neighbors. 

Her body shook. For I don't know how long, I was a mad 
man, using my oral skills to the best of my ability to 
please my mum. Up and down the crevice of her ass, 
tasting, surely, her remnant shit and whatever else may 
have come out of that orifice. Finally, exhausted, I let 
up, her screaming and shaking coming to an end, and I 
collapsed at the foot of the bed.

We were both breathing extremely heavy. In a more 
rational state of mind, I got up and closed the bedroom 
door, hoping to at least drown out a bit of any future 
noises that could awaken anybody. "Fuck me," she said 
quietly, her voice a bit unsteady from her still-heavy 
breathing.

Climbing on top of her, my dick slid into her cunt 
nicely. Her cunt fit around me so perfectly I nearly 
came upon entrance. Having fucked many guys, I had 
expected her to be so loose but she really knew how to 
use her cunt, slowly, warmly milking my cock as I 
stroked inside of her. Admittedly tired from my oral 
services, as surely was she, we took our fucking nice 
and slow.

I came twice in her. Momentarily feeling spent after 
shooting my wad the first time, my cock deflated in her, 
almost plopping out, but her cunt lips grabbed the head 
of my cock and refused to let me leave, quickly 
encouraging another erection as I slid deep back into 
her cum-filled pussy.

We must have screwed in this manner for an hour and a 
half, a strange, somehow beautiful, wordless fuck. After 
I came the second time, I pulled out of her and lay down 
next to her. Holding her body to my own, the warmth it 
exuded quickly put me to sleep.

* * *

Next night, my Mum Samantha suggested we have a bath 
together. I thought it was a great idea. I filled the 
bath with water and Samantha removed her panties, the 
only thing she had been wearing, and got in. I got in 
after her and, picking up the soap, began to soap her 
tits and armpits, then felt her cunt underwater. She sat 
back against the end of the bath while I masturbated her 
until she came. Her soft moan made me very hard.

"My God, aren't you ever satisfied?" she said.

"It's your fault. You're such a sexy woman!" I answered. 
"If you weren't so beautiful I wouldn't be like this. I 
can't help getting hard every time I look at you., I bet 
pretty soon you will be wanting to be alone again."

"No chance," my mother said, "You can have me anytime 
you want." 

Then she soaped my cock and balls and massaged them with 
both hands. She had become an expert at giving me a 
hand-job and I came with a shuddering orgasm, my sperm 
splashing onto her lovely chest.

When we were finished we stepped out of the bath and 
dried ourselves with towels. I needed to piss and walked 
over to the toilet. Mum came and watched, fascinated. 

"Can I watch you pee?" I said when I had finished.

"Sure," she said. She sat on the toilet and parted her 
legs. I knelt down in front of her and watched as a 
yellow stream spurted out of her urethra. When she had 
finished I got her to stand up, then turn around and 
bend over. There were a few yellow drops clinging to her 
urethra, and I licked her damp pussy, enjoying the tangy 
taste of her pee. Then I parted her buttocks and licked 
her arsehole reverently. 

Later we took our dinner at a small restaurant. After 
dinner and after a couple of bottles of wine, we walked 
back to our apartment, which wasn't far away. As we 
walked, I could tell Mum was quite lightheaded. At one 
point we stopped and kissed. When we broke off kissing, 
Mum’s cheeks were red. 

"We shouldn’t be doing this,” she said.

"Why not? This street is pretty deserted"

"Can I tell you something?"

"What?"

"Well, sometimes I fantasize about…about getting raped."

"Uh-huh," I said, matter-of-factly I hoped, but I was 
actually surprised. 

"Would you pretend to rape me?" She pointed to a dark 
alley. "Up there."

I shrugged. "Sure," I said. 

She squeezed my arm. "Be rough with me," she whispered. 
Then she turned and walked toward the alley. I followed 
her.

The street where we had been standing was well lit, but 
the alley was not. When she was about halfway down it I 
grabbed her from behind and pushed her against a wall. 
She let out a muffled scream. I'm not really a sadist 
and I didn't really want to hurt her, but I wanted to 
please her. 

I took hold of the front of her cocktail dress and 
ripped it open, then pushed her bra up, uncovering her 
tits, and buried my face in them and bit her nipples. 
Then I forced her to the pavement and threw her skirt 
back. She squirmed as I got her panties off and plunged 
my fingers roughly into her cunt. 

Then I was on top of her and got my cock inside her. I 
fucked her hard, grabbing and squeezing her tits as I 
did so, willing myself to hurt her. I could feel the 
concrete, cold and rough beneath my knees, and heard the 
occasional sound of cars driving nearby. I could hear 
her repeating "Oh, God" under her breath.

I nearly came but stopped myself. I withdrew from her. 
There was one more thing I wanted to do. Grabbing her 
hips, I made her roll over and get on all fours, her bum 
towards me. I pressed the head of my cock against her 
arsehole and pushed. It was slimy with her pussy juice 
and went into her tight arse easily.

My mother moaned quietly as I anally raped her.

After I was finished, ejaculating into her bowels, we 
stood up and dusted ourselves off, then continued on our 
way to the apartment, my Mum holding her torn dress 
together at the front. 

END

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It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with
others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't
okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than
a trusted partner. 4-million people around the world 
contract HIV every year. You only have one body per 
lifetime, so take good care of it!
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