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The Other Son
by Baron Darkside (1997)

***

Maureen's son suffers from Split-Personality Syndrome. 
One side of his personality is a loving dutiful son, 
the other side a dark bestial rapist who has no 
feelings for his mother other than brutal lust. (M-
teen/F, nc, rp, inc)

***

Maureen watched the car slowly disappeared down the 
road into the heat of the early afternoon sun. Henry 
was leaving on another one of his trips. He was a 
computer consultant and owned his own small firm. Any 
time one of the companies that used his software had 
any problems, he would personally go and de bug it for 
them. It was a personal touch that kept his business 
humming. He would usually be gone for a week, but he 
got to travel to some really nice places and write 
them off his taxes. 

Waving, one last time, Maureen turned and started for 
the house. It would have been nice to go with Henry, 
she thought, but she had a busy week all planned out 
and some of the things she had to do couldn't be 
canceled. Besides, she enjoyed being semi-alone and 
independent every once in a while. Her son, Erin would 
be home, but being a senior at Ridgemont High, he 
didn't stick around the house a lot of the time. 

Bending over, she picked up a newspaper that someone 
had tossed into the driveway. It seemed there was 
always a newspaper of some denomination in the 
driveway and no matter how many times you picked them 
up another one magically reappeared. It had to be some 
sort of magic, she thought. It was as if they sensed 
that the driveway was empty and rushed over to deposit 
another one on the barren landscape. Oh, well, so was 
life in the nineties.

Tossing the paper in the direction of the big trash 
bin in front of the garage, she opened the door. 
Stepping inside, she closed the door and locked it 
behind her. Humming merrily, she started toward the 
kitchen. Turning the corner, she saw Erin standing by 
the door looking at her. He had a strange look on his 
face, she thought as she walked up to him.

"Are you okay, darling?" She asked him, giving him a 
peck on the cheek, "You look kind of funny."

"I was just getting tired of waiting for the old fart 
to leave," he leered at her.

"What did you say Erin?" She asked, not believing what 
she had heard him say as she took a step back and 
looked at him with disbelief.

"You heard me," he snarled at her, "I said that I was 
getting tired of waiting for you to come back inside."

"Don't you use that tone of voice with me, young man," 
she snarled back at him unable to believe his 
surliness.

"I'll use any fucking tone of voice I want to," he 
growled at her.

"ERIN ROBERTS! What has gotten into you?" She 
screeched, stepping back away from him.

"And my fucking name is Skip," he told her 
emphatically, "and don't get me confused with the 
little pansy, Erin, understand?"

"WHAT, what? I don't understand, Erin," she gasped, 
her eyes bugging out as she stared in wonder at her 
son.

"Didn't you hear me," he said, lunging at her and 
roughly grabbing her by the shoulders.

"OH ERIN DON'T!" she screeched, "PLEASE STOP IT!"

She wished she hadn't spoken because before the words 
were out of her mouth, the back of her son's hand 
smashed into her face with such force it almost 
knocked her down.

"Listen, Bitch, I'm only going to tell you one more 
fucking time, so listen to me carefully," he 
threatened her, "my Fucking name is Skip. Skip. Got 
it?"

"Uh, yes, yes, S-Skip," she sobbed, rubbing her cheek 
where he had struck her.

"That's better," he smiled coldly, "much better."

She didn't know what to do as she stood cowering 
against the wall afraid to move. Her son had never 
acted this way before. He had always been the perfect 
son. He had never been in trouble or given them one 
moment of grief. But now, now he was acting like a 
deranged lunatic. It was as if something inside his 
head had snapped causing him to go berserk.

"Uh, err, uh, S-Skip," she finally muttered as he just 
stood looking at her like a wolf staring at a sheep 
just before he devoured it, "what do you want?"

"Well, Maureen, Baby," he smirked, slowly walking 
toward her, "I thought that maybe you and I could get 
to know each other a little better."

"What, what do you mean?" She flinched as he stopped 
in front of her.

"I mean," he grinned evilly, slowly reaching out and 
taking her by the wrists, "I would like to get to know 
you up close and personal."

"What, what?" she stuttered as he slowly forced her 
hands behind her back, "what are you going to do?"

She fought to keep him from pinning her hands behind 
her back but it was futile. He was just too strong as 
he pulled her hands together behind her back and 
clenched them in one strong fist. Then, holding her 
hands behind her, his other hand slowly moved up to 
the top button of her dress.

"W-what?" she sputtered as he casually popped the 
button open. "No, no, Erin, oh, no, S-Skip, don't do 
this to me."

"I'm going to forgive you for calling me Erin, this 
time," he coldly mocked her, unbuttoning another 
button, "but you'll regret it if you do it again."

Trembling with fear and disgust, she looked down as he 
slowly undid another button. Then another until her 
dress was unbuttoned all the way down to her waist.

"I'll bet you're one sexy lady, underneath this 
dress," he laughed cruelly as he quickly unthreaded 
her belt through its buckle, "and I can hardly wait to 
see."

"No, please, for God's sake!" she pleaded, "Don't do 
this!"

"Why?" He asked coldly, as he popped open the last 
button.

"I'm your mother for God's sake," she exclaimed.

"You are that sissy Erin's mother," he snarled. "You 
are nothing to me."

"Oh, no," she groaned, "what is wrong with you?"

"Hey, man," he cackled fiendishly, "I am just horny 
from being cooped up in there with that wimp who has 
never even tried to get laid."

"OH, NO, NOT THAT," she gasped struggling harder to 
escape.

Just then, he let go of her hands and took a small 
step away from her. Then with all his strength, he 
drew back and slapped her. The force of the blow sent 
her reeling back against the wall as she fought to 
remain conscious. The room swirled about her, growing 
dark as brilliant flashes of light filled her head. 
She tried to keep from passing out. Finally, after 
several moments, her vision slowly returned. Just in 
time to see step up in front of her.

"Listen, Maureen," he said calmly as if nothing had 
happened, "you fight and you're going to get hurt. 
Maybe bad. So if I were you I would just relax and go 
with the flow. Who knows, you may like it."

Running her tongue around inside her mouth, she felt 
the burning scrape where her teeth had cut into her 
cheek. She could taste the blood, but was thankful 
that he had hit her with the flat of his hand instead 
of his fist. Flicking her tongue out, she licked at 
the trickle of blood that was running out of the 
corner of her mouth.

"I hope that you have decided to cooperate," he 
leered, slowly reaching up and pushing her dress back 
off her shoulders.

She was terrified. She wanted to stop him, but she 
knew if she did, he would hurt her. All she could do 
was stand there and take it, hoping that sooner or 
later he would let his guard down and she could 
somehow escape.

Her dress rustled to the floor, landing in a puddle at 
her feet. She now stood before her smirking son 
wearing only her panties and brassiere.

"Nice, oh yeah, very nice," he laughed manically.

How could this be happening to her, she hysterically 
asked herself?. How could she be standing there 
letting her nineteen year old son feast his eyes on 
her near nudity?

Self-consciously, she brought her arms up to cover her 
breasts, but she quickly let the drop back down as he 
drew back his arm to strike her.

"Hey, you're learning quick," he cackled.

"Don't do this to me, please," she begged him.

"Let's see," he went on, ignoring her plea, "Let me 
guess. 38-26-34. Right?"

"Uh-huh," she snuffled, determined not to give him the 
satisfaction of knowing her real measurements of 41-
27-34.

"I don't know," he said, cocking his head and staring 
at her breasts, as if he had read her mind, "Maybe I 
was shorting you a little in the breast department. 
Bet they are closer to 40 inchers." The little bastard 
she thought.

"Turn around," he ordered her, "and let me take your 
brassiere off and I can make a more educated 
estimate."

"Please don't" she pleaded with him, tears running 
down her cheeks and mingling with the blood leaking 
out of the corner of her mouth.

Grabbing her by the shoulders, he violently spun her 
around. She grabbed for the wall to steady herself as 
she swayed back and forth for a moment. As she fought 
to regain her balance, she felt his fingers make quick 
work of the fastener of her brassiere. As the clasp 
parted, the tight, restraining constriction of the 
brassiere relaxed and slipped halfway down her arms 
before she could stop it.

Suddenly, she felt herself being spun back around at 
the same instant her brassiere was torn off her arms.

"Oh, My, God," she heard her son moan as he gaped at 
her bare bosom.

"Oh, Erin, don't," she cried throwing her arms up in 
front of herself to cover her nudity.

"It's Skip, Bitch," he said, slapping her and knocking 
her arms down in one swift motion.

She stood before him, her arms hanging helplessly at 
her sides as he gawked at her big, drooping breasts.

She had always been proud of her breasts, but now she 
wished she didn't have any. Maybe he would have 
stopped if she had been ugly. Crying and blushing, 
there was nothing she could do to stop the pain and 
humiliation.

"They are even prettier that I thought they would be," 
he said quietly, slowly reaching out and flicking one 
big nipple. "They're fucking beautiful."

"Oh, God, Please," she sobbed helplessly, "Please 
don't."

"Hey, Maureen, Baby," he jeered, "We are almost 
there."

She wished she could find a hole to crawl in and die 
as she waited for him to make the next move.

"You want to take your panties off," she smiled 
wickedly, "or do you want me to do it for you?"

"Oh, Please," she blubbered again.

"Okay, if you insist," he said, reaching for her hips.

"Wait, wait," she wept, "I'll do it."

Not wanting to feel him touch her again, she reached 
down and hooked her thumbs under the waist band of her 
lacy panties. Then slowly, she peeled them down her 
long, shapely legs then bent over and stepped out of 
them. She could feel his evil eyes on her breasts as 
they bounced and wiggled.

"Hey, the carpet matches the drapes," he laughed as 
she stood back up, "and the carpet is deep pile too."

"Oh, My, God," she groaned, blushing brightly as she 
realized he was referring to her hair, both head and 
pubic.

"You are one more pretty broad," he smiled 
appreciatively as he took a step back and gave her 
body one more appreciative look. "Even prettier than 
Erin and I thought you would be."

She just stood there, her body shaking from the sobs 
that wracked her.

"Okay, come on," he told her, spinning her around 
until she faced the stairway leading up to the upper 
floor.

Her legs wouldn't work until she felt the sting of a 
hard slap of his hand on her butt. Then she quickly 
lurched toward the stairs.

"I was going to fuck you in Erin's bed," he laughed 
sarcastically, "but your bed is bigger and we are 
going to need all the room we can have before I get 
through with you."

Whimpering helplessly, she plodded up the stairs 
followed by her leering son. She didn't know what she 
could do to stop the degradation he was heaping on 
her. What had she ever done to deserve this? She had 
always tried to be a good Christian woman, and now 
this. What kind of God would allow such a thing, she 
wondered as she reached to top of the landing?

Before she knew it, they were in the bedroom she 
shared with Henry. And now, it looked like she would 
be sharing it with her son, Erin, or Skip, or whoever 
the fuck he was or wasn't. She was so confused her 
head hurt as she felt Skip shove her toward the bed.

"Crawl up on the bed and get comfortable," he ordered 
her, "while I bring my big bad boy out to meet you."

She stumbled over to the bed and slowly crawled up on 
it. Sitting down, she fearfully watched her son 
undress.

He quickly peeled his shirt off, revealing his well-
muscled chest and washboard stomach. The big muscles 
in his arms bulged out impressively as he slowly 
unfastened his pants. Ashamed of herself for doing so, 
she found her eyes being drawn down to the pit of his 
stomach as she awaited the unveiling of his malignant 
monster. 

Then with a quick jerk, he slipped his pants and 
shorts down and his penis flopped out into the open. 

"Oh, God," she gasped involuntarily when she saw it. 

It was monstrous. It looked like some evil, one-eyed 
snake dangling down between his muscular thighs. It 
looked like it was a foot long as it flopped about 
evilly. She had never seen anything so evil and 
malignant. Then as she continued to stare at his 
wiggling cock, he took off his shoes and socks. Then 
it hit her like a jackhammer, the malignancy between 
his legs was beginning to harden.

"Well, Maureen, Baby," he scoffed at her, "how do you 
like my Big Bad Boy?"

"It is grotesque," she muttered, hatred in her voice.

"Oh, now, don't be catty," he laughed, sauntering over 
to the bed, "I'll bet it is a lot bigger that old 
Henry's."

She was speechless with fear and disgust as she 
watched him slowly crawl up on the bed.

"You'll probably be begging for more," he cackled 
insanely as he grabbed his cock and began stroking it, 
"by the time he's done with you."

"You little son-of-a-bitch," she growled at him, 
unable to take her eyes off his hand as it ran up and 
down his monstrous cock, "you will live to regret 
this."

"Oh, I doubt it," he sneered, "It's just too bad old 
Erin couldn't be here to watch."

"God, I hate you," she hissed, "whoever you are."

"Now, Maureen, don't be that way," he said, "you might 
hurt my feelings."

"You can't have any feelings," she retorted, " or you 
wouldn't be doing this."

"Shut up and lay down," he ordered her.

"Oh, God, I hate you, I hate you, I hate you," she 
repeated as she slowly rolled over onto her back, 
"you'll roast in hell for this."

"You meant that you would send your, dear, sweet, 
little Erin to hell," he laughed crazily, "just to get 
even with me?"

"Oh, Fuck you, you bastard," she screamed out at him.

"Quite the contrary, my dear lady," she jeered, "I'm 
going to fuck you."

Looking down, she saw that his cock was now hard and 
stiff. As he got to his hands and knees, his cock 
slashed back and forth angrily. It had to be a foot 
long, she estimated. And as big around as a baseball 
bat. Shit, he would probably split her in two and she 
would bleed to death. Some fate, to be fucked to death 
by your only son.

Throwing one leg over her, he sat on her stomach. As 
he sat on her, his gigantic prick jutted out and 
rested between her big pink breasts.

"Would you like a taste before I stick in your oven?"

"Fuck you, bastard," she rebuked him.

"Come on, Maureen," he teased her, "he wants you to 
give him a kiss."

"Fuck him, too," she growled.

"Now don't be a spoil sport," he grinned down at her 
slowly scooting up and pushing the great swollen head 
of his cock closer to her lips.

"I might get angry and have to teach you another 
lesson," he sneered angrily, "if you treat my friend 
here badly."

"Oh, you fucking, bastard," she muttered, slowly 
opening her mouth.

He slowly eased his hips forward, letting the big 
purple head of his cock slip between his mother's 
full, ripe lips.

"Just a little suck, Maurie," he teased her, pushing 
it in farther, "Please."

Gently closing her lips down around the bulbous head 
of her son's cock, she started to close her teeth down 
on it. The instant her teeth touched the tender skin 
of his dickhead, she saw him draw his hand back to 
strike her. This time it was a fist and not an open 
hand.

"I don't think I would do that," he warned her, "or 
you won't have any teeth left to bite with when I get 
through with you."

Glaring up at him with hatred in her eyes, she gently 
began sucking on his cockhead.

"Oh, Yes, that's the way," he groaned. "It even feels 
better than I thought it would."

She would kill him if it weren't for Erin, she thought 
as she sucked on his giant prick. She had never felt 
such rage. How could he do this to her?

"Oh, that's enough of that," he panted, his breath 
coming faster now, "I don't want to cum in your 
mouth...yet."

The hatred in her eyes was lethal as he slowly eased 
his spit-wet cock out of her mouth.

"You certainly know how to give head, Maurie," he 
said, scooting back down her body.

She watched him as he scrambled back down the bed. 
Hoping that he would come to his senses before he did 
the unthinkable, she kept her legs tightly squeezed 
together.

"Please, Err, Skip, don't do this," she pleaded with 
him as he grabbed hold of her legs.

"Spread, em, bitch," he growled, pulling at her legs, 
"before I have to hurt you."

Sensing the futility of resistance, she slowly relaxed 
and felt him quickly push her legs apart. She could 
see sweat glistening on his forehead as he scrambled 
up between her outstretched legs. She had never felt 
so violated and vulnerable as he gawked down at her 
exposed womanhood.

"God, Maureen, it's beautiful." He groaned. "It's so 
pink, and soft, and wet."

How could it be wet? There was something wrong. She 
couldn't be wet. Maybe, her body was just preparing 
itself for the inevitable. In self-defense. Whatever, 
she didn't feel the least bit aroused by the boy and 
his monstrous cock. Well, maybe just a tiny bit, she 
admitted. Still, she hated him.

Suddenly, he reached down and lifted her legs up off 
the bed. Then running his arms underneath her legs, he 
hoisted them up until her thighs were pushed up 
against her breasts. She was now totally defenseless 
against his onslaught. Then she felt the big hard head 
of his cock probing, blindly searching for her vagina 
as he hunched into her. It bounced and probed the 
delicate flesh around her vagina, but couldn't find 
the opening.

"Put it in, Bitch," he growled breathlessly, "hurry up 
and put it in you."

With a sob, she reached down to his bobbing, dancing 
evilness and took hold of its disgusting shaft. Moving 
the great oiled head of his serpent down, she quickly 
found the wet readiness of her cunt. Groaning in 
protest, she fitted the repulsive head of his prick 
into her waiting socket. 

The instant he felt the heat of her pussy wrap itself 
around his bulging cockhead, he lunged forward, 
driving his cock into her all the way up to its thick, 
hairy hilt.

"Oh, My, Fucking, God," she gasped as pain shot 
through her cunt.

She had never been penetrated so deeply. The head of 
his huge cock had to be inside her cervix. But, before 
she had time to think, he began to pound his cock into 
her at a furious rate. In and out, in and out, it 
invaded her delicate insides like a runaway freight 
train. Abruptly, she began to feel the birth of an 
orgasm. His huge cock was so big, it was rubbing on 
her clitoris going in and coming out both. As much as 
she hated him and what he was doing to her, she 
couldn't stop the excitement and pleasure that he was 
creating in her cunt.

"Oh, you fucking bastard," she growled, digging her 
fingernails into his back. "Fuck me harder, you little 
shit, fuck me."

It was like pouring gasoline on a fire, she thought as 
she felt his hips shift into another gear. The 
sparkles of delight emanating from her clitoris had 
rapidly turned into a blow torch of pure raging 
pleasure. There was no way she could deny herself now. 
She was going to have an orgasm, the likes of which 
she had never before experienced.

"Oh fuck! Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck... gonna cum, 
gonna cum, gonna cum, gonna cum," she blathered 
slamming herself up against his hammering hips.

Then it came. Like the detonation of an atomic bomb, 
her vagina burst into a raging inferno. Pleasure, so 
pure and profound, poured out of her cunt directly 
into her soul. She was lifted to another plane where 
life ceased to exist as she was immersed in pool of 
pure ecstatic energy. She swam in the pool, diving and 
drinking of its soul cleansing nectar until at last, 
she was lifted by angels. But she fought them, clawing 
and scratching, not wanting to ever leave such a 
wondrous place. But they were stronger and she soon 
found herself returning to her body which was still 
being battered and barraged by her deranged son.

He was Superman. His hips continued to fly back and 
forth like some devilish fucking machine. But even as 
she tried to bring herself to hate him again, she felt 
the stirrings of another orgasm begin down deep inside 
her abused cunt.

"Hurry, fuck me hard, you bastard," she cursed at him, 
"make me cum again."

Their bodies smashed together like fighting cats. 
Caterwauling screams of passion and obscene, 
disgusting sounds of sex filled the air as he fucked 
her like she had never been fucked before. She was 
quickly becoming addicted to his huge reaming cock. 
She had to have it again and again.

Time seemed to stand still as they fucked and fucked. 
As he fucked her, he clawed at her big, firm breasts, 
squeezing and crushing them with his hands. Soon an 
hour had passed unnoticed by them.

Like an avalanche rushing down a mountain, her climax 
was now unstoppable. Then when his hips missed a gear 
and he thrust himself into her so deep she thought his 
cock was coming out of her mouth she felt him burst 
inside her.

Then her insides were flooded with a fire so hot it 
felt he had stuck a roman candle up her cunt and lit 
it. Great gobs of fiery semen spewed out of him and 
burst out onto the delicate lining of her cunt as she 
felt herself being swept back into the pool of 
pleasure once again.

Diving into the pool, she drank long and deep of its 
remarkable nectar. As she drank, she felt herself 
growing younger and younger until at last she was just 
an egg floating on the surface of the pool. Then 
suddenly, she felt herself being sucked back down to 
her own cunt where she was attacked by the billions of 
sperms pouring from her son's spewing, jerking cock.

She was almost overcome by the ecstasy she felt as her 
son emptied his great load of rich, potent semen into 
the absorbing cunt. Like a great cannon, he fired 
volley after volley into her in a never-ending 
cannonade. Her cunt was saturated with the thick, 
sticky cum, drenched with its gooey heat clinging to 
the walls of her vagina.

"Oh, Fucking, God," Skip gasped and collapsed on top 
of her.

"Get off me, you pervert," she growled, rolling him 
off her, pulling out his shrinking cock in the 
process. "Ouch, that hurts."

He didn't answer her, he was fast asleep.

Now what should she do, she wondered tiredly? But for 
some reason, it didn't seem to matter right at the 
moment and she quickly fell asleep.

***

"What's going on, Mother," he asked her, a look of 
shock still on his face, "did I get sick or 
something?"

"Uh, uh, don't you remember?" she asked him, searching 
his face for some clue of complicity in the act.

"Remember what?" 

"Don't you remember anything that happened this 
afternoon?" "The last thing I remember," he said, 
stopping and thinking for a moment, "is falling asleep 
in my bedroom."

"What time was that?" 

"Oh, I don't know exactly, around three o'clock. Why, 
Mom? What's going on?" he asked her with a puzzled 
look on his face. "Uh, Oh, I, uh, don't know," she 
stuttered and stammered, trying to think what to do.

"How did I get into your bedroom without my clothes 
on?" 

"UH, I, uh, I don't know," she mumbled, "Uh, that's 
why I asked you.

I thought maybe you were walking in your sleep. Were 
you?" "I don't know if I do or not," he said, "you'd 
probably know better than I do, wouldn't you?"

"Yeah, I guess so," she responded.

"I feel a little sick," she muttered, trying to sort 
out the muddled mess in her mind "Why don't you go 
back to your room for a little while, and I'll fix us 
some dinner when I feel better." "Uh, okay, but, I'm, 
uh, you know, uh, I don't have any clothes on," he 
blushed.

"I'll close my eyes," she told him.

Closing her eyes, she felt the bed shake and wobble as 
he got up "What th..." she heard her son sputter.

"What, what's wrong, Erin?" she asked, her eyes flying 
open. Erin was standing by her bed staring down at the 
floor. Wondering what was wrong, she looked down and 
saw that he was looking at their clothes lying on the 
floor.

"How did my clothes get in here?" he groaned.

"Uh, I, uh, I don't know," she stammered, not knowing 
what else to say.

"This is crazy," he muttered, reaching down and 
picking up his clothes.

He stopped for a moment, bending over with his clothes 
wadded up and covering his dangling manhood.

"And here are yours," he said, standing up and handing 
her dress and panties to her.

"Uh, Thank you," she mumbled, reaching for them. As 
she reached for them, the blanket slipped down baring 
her big, round breasts to him.

"Oh, My, God," he gasped, turning bright red and 
rushing out of the room.

The nausea she was feeling lessened somewhat when he 
was gone. Flustered, she flopped onto her back and 
tried to make some sense out what had happened. It 
appeared that Erin didn't recall anything. That meant 
that he was either a very good actor or that he was 
suffering from some type of split personality. How was 
she supposed to handle such a thing? If he was indeed 
capable of splitting into two personalities, could he 
control when he would split into the other person? How 
could she tell when it was going to happen? How would 
she know who she was dealing with?

Dazed and distressed, she didn't know if she should 
confront Erin with her knowledge or wait and discuss 
the whole situation with their doctor. She hoped that 
she wouldn't have to discuss it with Dr. Roberts 
because it would be very embarrassing for the whole 
family. 

God, what a horrible mess, she thought. Somehow, she 
must find out if Erin knew anything about his 
condition. Skip, she shuddered with disgust as she 
thought about what he had done to her, knew about 
Erin, so wouldn't it stand to reason that Erin would 
know about Skip? Who knew? 

God, what a predicament, she said to herself, sitting 
up and feeling her bare, drooping breasts wiggle 
heavily. Standing up, she walked over to the mirror 
and looked at herself. God, she thought, as she saw 
that she was covered with drying semen from her breast 
down to her pussy. Damn, I hope that Erin didn't see 
that, she thought to herself.

How could I explain to him that he had just raped me? 
How could I tell him that it was his semen? Quickly 
showering, she toweled off and hurriedly pulled on 
pair of panties. She hadn't taken time to douche and 
she could feel her son's thick, syrupy cum leaking out 
of her abused vagina. Pulling out a sanitary napkin, 
she stuffed it down inside her panties hoping to stop 
the flow of semen dribbling out of her. 

Picking out a brassiere, she started to pull it on and 
found that her breasts were still sore from the 
pummeling they had taken from Skip. Tossing it back 
into the drawer, she decided not to wear one. What 
difference did it make anyway, she thought tiredly, 
her son had already seen them. Finally she pulled a 
light, summery dress over her head, and haphazardly 
ran a brush through her hair.

Padding down the hallway, she saw that Erin's door was 
open. Taking a deep breath, she stopped and peeked 
inside. Erin was lying on his bed with a towel draped 
across his stomach and upper thighs. Seeing her, he 
looked at her with a troubled look on his face. "Are 
you okay, Erin?" she asked him.

"Uh, I, uh, I, don't know, Mom," he mumbled.

"What's wrong?" she asked him, still afraid to 
confront him about the rape.

"I, uh, I, feel strange," he stammered.

"What, uh, what do you mean?" She asked, feeling her 
guts tighten with fear.

"I don't know," he told her, "I just feel like I 
blacked out or something."

"When, just now?"

"Not now, I just feel kind of, uh, washed out. Like I 
don't have any energy."	

"Do I need to take you to the doctor?"

"No, but it's weird. I just feel funny. And I'm 
covered with some kind of sticky stuff. And I, uh, 
kinda hurt." he muttered, blushing a bright red.

"Where do you hurt?"

"Uh, uh, down there," he blushed again pointing down 
to the lump under the towel.

"Uh, you mean, uh, you mean, your penis?" she 
stammered.

"MOM," he reddened again.

"Oh, uh, uh, I see," she said as she found herself 
blushing too. "Why don't you take a shower and maybe 
you'll feel better." "Okay," he mumbled.

Turning on her heel, she rushed down the stairs and 
into the kitchen. She leaned against the refrigerator 
panting as she thought about her predicament. It 
looked like he was unaware of his dual identity, but 
he knew something was wrong.

Opening the refrigerator, she abruptly remembered her 
brassiere and blouse. Hurrying into the living room, 
she quickly picked them up and wadded them into a 
ball. Stopping at the laundry room, she tossed them 
into the dirty clothes before returning to the 
kitchen. That was all she needed for him to find her 
blouse and brassiere lying by the front door.

As she went about preparing dinner, she heard Erin's 
showering. It took her almost thirty minutes to finish 
dinner and after some thought, she decided she would 
take a tray up to Erin's room. She could no longer 
hear the shower running as she slowly went up the 
stairs carrying the tray of food. The house was eerily 
quiet as she softly stole down the hallway to his 
room. Too quiet. 

Stopping at his door, she peeked inside. This time she 
found him lying on his bed with his eyes closed. He 
was wearing a pair of baggy gym trunks and appeared to 
be asleep. 

Tiptoeing over to his nightstand, she quietly set the 
tray down and stood staring down at him. How could 
anyone so handsome and loving do what he had done? She 
knew in her heart of hearts that he must have a split 
personality, because he couldn't have done those 
things to her. He looked so young and innocent. 
Ashamed, she found herself looking down at his groin. 
She could easily see the outline of his huge male 
organ under his shorts and felt a twinge of fear 
tingle up her spine.

"Erin, Honey," she whispered softly, leaning down and 
gently shaking his shoulder.

"Hi, Maureen, Baby," he answered her, eye eyes flying 
open. She found herself staring into his eyes. The 
same eyes that had been filled with evil earlier. Skip 
was back.

"Are you back for some more?" he cackled, grinning 
evilly. "No, Don't!" she cried out, trying to jump 
back away from him, but not before he could wrap an 
arm around her legs and drag her onto the bed. "I 
didn't think you would ever come back up here," he 
leered at her as he shoved his hand up under her 
dress.

"GOD, Don't do this, Please," she pleaded with him 
trying to push his hand away as she felt him grab her 
panties and jerk them down her legs. "Don't, 
pleasssss!"

"Oh, Come on, Maureen, you know that you loved it," he 
laughed fiendishly, pulling her down onto the bed 
beside him. "I know I sure did."

Trying to fight him off, she saw that it was a losing 
battle as he quickly stripped her panties down over 
her feet. Pushing and scratching at him, she was no 
match for him as he struggled up to his hands and 
knees above her. Watching in horror, she couldn't keep 
from looking down as he insolently pulled his shorts 
down. Fear filled her heart once again as his giant 
cock sprang out, hard and throbbing heavily with each 
beat of his evil heart.

"Skip, Please, I'm begging you not to do this," she 
begged, trying to push him away.

"Why, Maureen, you even got my name right this time," 
he scoffed, grabbing the hem of her dress and jerking 
it up. Fighting to push her dress back down over her 
vulnerability, she heard it rip as he savagely tore it 
in two.

"Oh, No, please!" she begged him.

Ignoring her appeal, he grabbed her arms and pinned 
them to the bed. "Are you going to cooperate this 
time," he growled at her, "Or am I going to rape you 
again."

"Oh, No, Skip, Please, don't do this to me," she 
sobbed, struggling to free her arms.

"Okay, Bitch," he snarled, "I gave you a chance to 
cooperate." He let go of one arm and grabbed his cock, 
shoving it down toward her unprotected womanhood. 

"DON'T," she screamed, raking her fingernails across 
his face and clawing at him.

Disregarding her slashing nails, he frantically forced 
the bulbous head of his horrendous cock into the 
opening of her vagina. She couldn't stop him and then 
suddenly she felt his hugeness knife down into her 
aching femininity.

"Oh, God, NO," she cried as she felt his evil potency 
fill her once again. 

Then as she tried to defend herself, he grabbed her 
arm and slammed it back down, pinning her to the bed 
again. Brutally thrusting himself into her, he didn't 
stop until his hard, muscled belly slapped down onto 
her soft, smooth belly. Just as before, she felt like 
he was going to split her in two with his gigantic 
cock. "GOD, I HATE YOU!" she screamed at him as he 
began to slide his cock in and out of her savagely.

"Oh, Come on Maureen, Baby," he panted, fucking her 
harder and harder, "You might as well enjoy it because 
I going to fuck you till I drop." "OH, YOU, YOU 
FUCKING BASTARD," she spat at him. Holding her arms 
pinned to the bed, he rammed his enormous cock into 
her brutally again and again. Then, just as before, 
she felt a tiny spark of sexual arousal. 

Even though she hated him and what he was doing to 
her, she couldn't stop her body from responding to the 
stimulation of his giant penis scraping against her 
swollen clitoris. As he continued to grunt and ram his 
monstrous prick into her, the spark quickly grew into 
a raging fire of need this time. "You God Damned 
Bastard," she growled at him, thrusting herself 
against him, "I'll kill you for this."

Feeling her finally respond, he released her wrists. 
"I hate you, I hate you, I hate you," she panted, 
thrusting her pelvis up against his groin every time 
he drove his cock into her hot, burning cunt.

Capitulating totally this time, she thrust her legs up 
into the air and drove her heels down onto his 
bounding ass, forcing him deeper inside of her. As she 
dug her heels into his ass, she ran her fingernails 
down his back, clawing his muscular back until she 
drew blood.

"Fuck me, you son-of-a-bitch, Fuck me," she snarled up 
at him, feeling the fire inside her battered cunt 
blossom into a conflagration of passion.

She felt herself coming closer and closer to the rush 
of pleasure she needed so badly. Each time her son 
drove his huge malevolence into her, she slipped a 
little nearer to the precipice of ecstasy. Nearer and 
nearer and nearer.

Then suddenly, just as she was poised at the brink, 
her son stopped. "What, don't stop now you bastard," 
she blathered, craving release from the fires raging 
inside of her battered and bruised cunt. She was 
incensed that he would bring her to the point of 
climax and then stop. Staring up into his face, she 
watched on in fear as his face slowly contorted into 
the face of a monster. Then his whole body began to 
shake and quiver.

Her son's face was so twisted and deformed, she could 
barely recognize him. Abruptly, she realized that 
something horrible was happening to him. She was 
terrified as his whole body writhed and quivered above 
her. She didn't know what to do. 

There was nothing she could do but watch her son as he 
drooled and babbled inanely. She couldn't believe this 
was happening as she looked on. It looked like he was 
having an epileptic fit, as he shook and jerked 
uncontrollably. Then, finally, just as suddenly as it 
began, it stopped as he collapsed down onto her.

Afraid to move, she didn't speak for several moments. 
"Uh, Are you, uh, okay," she finally asked, not 
knowing what to expect.

"What, where, what, where am I?" 

Slowly, her son lifted his head and looked into her 
eyes. "Is it you, Erin," she asked him, seeing that 
the hardness had left his face.

"Yes, but, Mother, what, what?" he said as a look of 
shock and amazement spread over his face. 

Then, ever so slowly, he straightened his arms, 
lifting his upper body up off hers. Then, fearfully, 
he slowly let his eyes travel down body all the way 
down to where their bodies became one. "OH, MY GOD, 
MOTHER What?" he sputtered as a look of shock and 
horror came over his face.

"Oh, Erin, My, Baby, I'm so glad your back," she 
sobbed, wrapping her arms around him and pulling him 
down to her, "I was so afraid." "But, but, Mother, 
what, how, why?" he blubbered, overwhelmed by the 
situation he found himself in.

"It's okay, Baby," she whispered, "I'm just so glad 
you're back."

"Mother, how did this..." he started to say.

Stunned by her son's transformation, she was so 
overjoyed, she pulled his face down to hers and kissed 
him hard and long. When she kissed him, she felt his 
cock twitch inside of her. She had been so happy that 
Erin had replaced Skip, she had forgotten that they 
were still coupled together. All of a sudden, the 
element of fear was gone, replaced by a feeling of 
relief and happiness. She had her son back again. Then 
without warning, the flame that Skip had built inside 
of her flared up again.

"Mother, how, what, why am I, why are we..." he 
stammered, unable to comprehend what was happening.

"It's okay, baby," she cooed, feeling her love for him 
envelop her heart and soul. "I will explain it to you 
later, but first I want you to..."

"Oh, Mother, what can I do?" he asked her, trembling 
with dread and apprehension. 

"Would you..." she started to say, but lost her 
courage.

"What, Mother, what?" he groaned.

How could she ask him to make love to her. It would be 
so terribly wrong. She would be no better Skip. But 
somehow, it was different. She knew Skip had done it 
out of hate and a need to control her. She needed her 
son out of love and a need to repair the wrong that 
her other son had done to her. She needed for him to 
make love to her gently, lovingly. 

She needed him to drive away the disgusting filth that 
her other son had heaped upon her. But, it was so 
wrong. Would he ever understand why she needed him in 
such a wicked, perverse way. Just then, she felt his 
giant penis twitch again. Softly, she squeezed his 
throbbing manhood with her strong, clenching cunt 
muscles.

"Oh, God, Mother, I, Oh, God, forgive me," he babbled, 
slowly withdrawing his huge maleness back down the 
sodden trench of her cunt. "Oh, Baby! No, Don't, 
it's..." she started, thinking he was backing out of 
her.

"Sorry, Mother," he slurred, thrusting his cock back 
inside of her burning socket of love, "I can't stop."

"Oh, Baby, yes, baby, yes, do it, do it to mother," 
she cooed, feeling his hardness knife deep into her 
waiting femininity. "Make love to Mommy."

Within seconds, he was sawing his enormous cock in and 
out of her. His strokes were deep and strong, but not 
like the battering she had taken earlier. 

"Oh, Mommy, Oh, Mommy, Oh, Mommy," he blathered as he 
fucked her. "Oh, Yes, My Baby, Oh, Yes, My Baby, make 
love to Mommy," In and out, in and out went his great 
cock, sliding through the wet, slippery channel of his 
mother's vagina again and again. 

As he fucked her, her hands caressed and stroked him 
lovingly. Unable to get enough of him, she lifted her 
legs up and wrapped them around his waist allowing him 
to penetrate her even deeper. Again and again, his 
cock slid into her as his big, dangling balls slapped 
against her upturned ass.

"Oh, My, Baby, I, Love, it, I, Love, You," she 
murmured, feeling a cataclysmic orgasm building inside 
of her drooling cunt. "Oh, Baby, Make, Mommy, cum," 
she whispered into his ear as he pounded his cock into 
her.

She felt his thrusts grow in intensity and strength as 
she responded to each hammering penetration. Closer 
and closer, she came until at last, she was poised on 
the brink of rocketing off into her own heaven.

OH FUCK BABY I'M CUMMMIIINNNNGG!" she gasped as she 
felt her body consumed by the unholy fires of an 
incestual orgasm. Her whole body shook and quivered as 
wave after wave of pleasure washed over her. The sheer 
ecstasy of it all was so intense, she felt on the 
verge of passing out. 

She had never felt such pleasure. It invaded every 
pore of her body, tickling and electrifying ever nerve 
ending. Gnashing her teeth and grinding her hips 
against her son's groin, she never wanted it to end.

But gradually, the waves of pleasure became smaller 
and smaller. Then, just as the last tingles of 
pleasure trickled through her body, she felt her son's 
cock balloon out and jerk inside of her overflowing 
cunt.

"OH FUCK MOMMY I CAN'T STOP CUMMMMMING!" He groaned, 
thrusting himself into her as deep as he could.

The first blast of white-hot cum spewed out his huge 
man-cock with such force, it triggered her second 
orgasm. As her cunt locked down around her son's 
giant, spewing monster, she was once again rocketed 
into her own heaven. Convulsing with pleasure, she 
could feel her son's elephantine cock jerk and spurt 
over and over again. 

She couldn't believe how virile he was as his cock 
continued to buck and spit inside of her. Over and 
over again, his cock erupted inside of her quickly 
filling her aching cunt to overflowing. Still it 
jerked and poured out its thick, potent load of hot 
semen into her until it started oozing out of her 
cunt. 

Finally, after what seemed like hours, it suddenly 
stopped. "Oh, God, Mother, I'm so sorry," Erin wept as 
he collapsed down on top of her.

Should she tell him that she had wanted it as badly as 
he did or let him think that it was all his fault. 
Lying underneath him, with his huge maleness still 
embedded deep inside of her, she wondered... But 
somehow, she knew that she had dealt a death blow to 
Skip. Why would he come back when Erin could have all 
the pussy he wanted? Smiling to herself, she knew old 
Skip would never come a calling again...

The End

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