About 5 years ago my husband came home one day and told me he wanted a divorce. I was shocked cause I never saw it coming. I thought we had the perfect life. We had two children, a boy and a girl, and a beautiful home. My husband started a consulting company that did very well. I stayed home and raised our children. My life was spent taking care of the kids.

When my husband packed his things and left I asked him if he was leaving me for another women. He told me that he was just tired of this life. He said he needed to find himself. He told me a bunch of other crap but he swore it wasn't another woman. He sold off his company for about 5 million dollars. In the divorce settlement I got half. He paid off our home and gave me 2.5 million dollars for the kids and me. Then he just disappeared.

My son Arthur took it hard. He was only ten years old at the time and he was very close to his father. I thought my husband loved him. But after the divorce was complete my husband disappeared and we never heard from him again. My daughter was 15 years old at the time and took it a lot better then my son. She was wrapped up into her own life. I knew deep down she was in pain but she never cried nor did she ever act out. My son on the other hand became distant. We argued constantly. Sometimes he wouldn't speak to me for weeks.

My daughter graduated High School when she was 18 years old and went off to college. That left my son and me alone in the house. Like I said in the beginning, my husbands business did quite well. After our son was born my husband wanted to get a bigger house. I remember when he came home and told me he had just bought a house. At first I was a little upset. I thought we would at least see the house together before he bought it.

The house was gigantic. It was the biggest house on the street in a very affluent neighborhood. I fell in love with it as soon as I saw it. What really grabbed me was the size of the kitchen. It was almost three times as big as the kitchen in out first house. It was beautiful, and it had something that I had always wanted, it had a center island.

When my son was 15 he started hanging around with a bunch thugs. Soon I found out he was drinking and smoking marijuana. I tried to talk to him about it. But he told me to shut up. He told me to leave him alone. I tried to ground him, but he went out any way. I gave him a curfew but he came home when he wanted to. Nothing I tried worked. One day I came home and found a bunch of his friends in my house doing drugs. I flipped out and went crazy.

I threw those hooligans out of my house and told them if I ever caught them around here again I'd call the cops. My son was stoned out of his mind. He told me to go fuck myself and ran out of the house with his friends. After I cleaned up the beer cans and got rid of the liquor bottles I went up to his room. I smoked pot when I was in high school. I didn't really think it was all that bad. I had a feeling my son was into something much worse. He was only 15 years old and some of the people I threw out of my house looked a lot older then him.

I went straight up to his room and started ripping it apart. I found all kinds of drug paraphernalia. I found pips, bongs, rolling papers and a bunch of other things that I just knew were for drug use. What I was really was looking for were needles. While I searched through his stuff I prayed and hoped I wouldn't find any needles. I prayed that my son wasn't hooked on heroin.

After searching his draws, I went into his closet. I found a box that just looked out of place. When I opened the box I found a small digital scale and a big bag of white powder. I just stared at it. I knew what it was. It was cocaine. And there was a lot of it. Kids like to think of there parents as goodie goodie's. They think we are so stupid as though we are born parents and where never kids ourselves. I've been to parties and I've watched people snort cocaine. I never tried it because I was too scared.

My son was out of control. I knew that if he was doing cocaine at the age of 15 that by the time he turned 19 he would probably be into heroin. I knew I had to get him some help. I made up my mind. I was going to put him in Re-hab. I grabbed all the pipes, bongs etc. and tossed it in the garbage. I took the big bag of cocaine cut it open and flushed all of it down the toilet.

My son came home a few hours later and ran up to his room. I followed him. When he opened the door to his room his face dropped.

"What have you done to my room you fucking Bitch?" He screamed.

My son has said nasty things to me in the past but he never called me a bitch before. Then he dashed towards the closet.

"Arthur, you need help son, you're a junkie, and you're out of control"

"Mom where's the fucking box? Where is it?" he said while he franticly rummaged through the closet.

"You need help. You're not going to find anything, I flushed it all."

My son turned around and ran toward me. I was scared to death. He grabbed me around neck and started screaming.

"I'm a fucking dead man, that wasn't my coke, it didn't fucking belong to me."

I could see the tears in his blood shot eyes. He let go of me and grabbed his backpack. He started stuffing cloths in it.

"Arthur, what are you doing? Where are you going?" I asked.

He didn't respond to me. He kept on repeating, "I'm a dead man... I'm a dead man..."

I tried to block him from leaving but he pushed me out of the way and ran out of the house. I just sat there and cried. He never came back home that night. I thought about calling the police but I was afraid that if they caught him they might find drugs on him.

The next morning I called my friend Sally, She was the only one I knew I could talk to. I told her what happened and she told me that she knew what I was going through. She told me that her eldest son who just graduated law school had a similar problem. I was shocked to find out about this. She came clean with me.

She asked me if I remembered when they sent their son to boarding school. She told me that he wasn't really in boarding school that year. She told me they sent him away to intense rehabilitation center. She told me they kept it secret from everyone they knew. She gave me all the information about the re-hab and whom I should call.

I sat around all day waiting for my son to come home. I didn't know what to do and who to turn to. I was still afraid to call the police. I didn't want my business to get around the neighborhood either.

Later on that day I finally decided to call the Rehabilitation Clinic that my friend had suggested. I made an appointment to talk to one of there counselors for 10am the next day. I spent the entire night staring out the window hoping to see my son. I sat there till 2am. I was exhausted by that point, so I went upstairs and cried myself to sleep.

They next morning I woke up and took a shower. My bedroom was on the second floor at the far end of my house. I must have been really tired because I didn't wake up until 8:30 am. After I got dressed and put on my shoes I started walking toward the stairs that led down stairs. When I reached the top of the stairs I smelled coffee. I knew I hadn't set the up the coffee machine before I went to bed.

Then I heard the refrigerator door close. I got so excited; my son was home. I practically ran down the stairs. I was wearing heals and almost fell flat on my face. I didn't care at that moment. All I wanted to do was hold my son in my arms and try to help him.

I ran in the Kitchen, "Arthur! Arthur!"

When I turned the corner I didn't see my son. There was a man sitting at my table drinking coffee.

"Who--who, are you? And what the hell are you doing in my house?"

Imagine walking into your own kitchen and finding a strange man sitting at your table. He looked like one of the street thugs I threw out the other day but I wasn't sure. He looked a lot older then a high school kid. He was a white man and he was wearing all black clothes and dark sunglasses I was scared but I didn't want this person to know that I was afraid. He didn't even answer me. He slowly put his hand on the table and took another sip of his coffee.

I screamed at him, "I'm going to call the police if you don't get the fuck out of my house right now!" I was trying my best to sound tuff and mean. But in reality I was scared out of my mind.

"I don't think you want to do that Mrs. Alexander. I think you better chill the FUCK OUT!"

"Who are you?" I asked in fear. I was scared and when he said my name it stopped me dead in my tracks.

"My name is not important right now lady. What's important is what your fucking son owes me."

"My... Son? What have you done with him? Where is he?"

"He's in good hands Lady... well at least for now he is. I'm just here to get my stuff."

"I'm calling the cops and if you hurt my son I'll have you arrested."

I ran over to the phone that was on the kitchen wall. I picked up the phone and there was no dial tone. That's when he started laughing.

"Don't even bother lady, I cut the phone lines outside while you were in the shower."

I didn't know what to do. There was a strange man in my house. I tried to remain cool, but I couldn't. That's when I started crying. Then he got up and started walking toward me.

"Look lady, I don't want any trouble. I just want my stuff and I'll leave. Just give me my coke and I'll leave you alone and I tell my buddies to let your boy go."

"I don't have your coke. I--I flushed it."

He didn't say a word, he just bent his head down, and then he looked up and at lunged at me and wrapped his hands around my neck.

"You stupid fucking bitch...your son told me you flushed it. But I didn't believe him. I thought he was trying to fuck me out of my money."

He had his hands around my neck with my back against the wall. Just like he thought my son was lying to him, I thought my son was lying to me when he told me that the drugs didn't belong to him. When my son kept on repeating, "I'm a dead man... I'm a dead man," I didn't know what he meant by it. It wasn't till this moment that I under stood what he meant.

"Let me go you fucking Bastard! Get the fuck off me! I don't have your fucking drugs."

Then he stepped back and smacked me hard across my face knocking me to the ground. The blow rocked my entire body. I've never been in a fight before; my parents never even spanked me as a child. I got up and tried to run away. That's when he grabbed me by my arm.

"See what you get lady. See what happens? I tried to be nice to you. I'm warning you bitch, Do Not Piss Me Off! Remember I have your son."

"What do you want? What do you want? I told you I flushed the drugs. They're not here."

He was angry, although I couldn't see it in his I eyes I could tell by the way he was gritting his teeth.

"You flushed my fucking coke lady. That was a dumb-ass thing to do. Your son was supposed to deliver that coke to one of my clients and bring me back $8,000 bucks. You flushed it, so you bought it. You owe me eight grand bitch and I ain't leaving here until I get my dough."

I couldn't believe what was happening to me in my own home. I was scared and crying. My ear was still ringing from being slapped in the face.

"I don't have that kind of money. And even if I did how do I know you won't hurt me or my son?"

"Look bitch. I don't give a fuck about you or your fucking son. You're gonna give me fucking money or else."

I had no idea what he meant by or else. I always kept money in the house. I had a safe up stairs in my bedroom. I knew I had $10,000 dollars in there. My husband had always kept money in the safe. He always said that a person should always keep hard cash around the house. He kept money in the house in case there was a glitch at the bank or if something crazy ever happened. When he left, I put some cash in there and basically forgot about it.

Then he grabbed me buy my hair and threatened me. He told me if I didn't give him his money he was going to call his friends on his cell phone and tell them to beat my son to death. I told him I had the money upstairs. He grabbed me by my arm and said, "Let's go."

I walked upstairs and went into my bedroom. He never let go of my arm. I opened the safe and grabbed the stack of hundred dollar bills. Then he led me back down stairs to the kitchen.

I handed him the entire stack of money. I told him to just take it all and get out of my house. He told me to shut up. And then he gave me an evil look. He counted the money very fast. He put 8,000 dollars on one side and he put the rest of the money on another side.

"Please call your friends. You've got your money, and some extra, please call your friends and tell them to let my some go."

Then he said, "Ok lady, your right. I'll call my friends, right after you suck my cock."

"What!?"

I thought I didn't hear him right, I thought my fears were making up things in my mind. Then he calmly repeated himself.

"You heard what I said bitch! I'll leave just as soon as you finish sucking my cock. You don't get it do you lady? You don't have a choice. You're gonna suck my fucking dick, and your gonna do a good job. You have no idea the amount of stress you and your stupid fuck'n son has caused me."

I was repulsed by his request.

"Are you crazy? I'm not gonna suck your cock."

Before I could say another word he slapped me hard with a back of his hand on the other side of my face.

"Ok bitch, if you don't suck my cock I'm gonna kick your fucking ass and then I'm gonna fuck you."

Then he dropped his pants down to his ankles. His cock was rock hard and pointing slightly upwards.

"Oh my God... He's going to rape me," I thought to myself.

"Please don't make me do this... I gave you your money and some extra too... Please don't make me so this," I begged.

"Listen up you old bitch, I don't have all fucking day, get on your knees and suck my fucking dick... and you better do a good fucking job... And I better not feel any teeth."

I was terrified and I didn't know what to do. It had been a long time since I was with a man. He grabbed me and pulled me close to his body. Then he wrapped his hands around me and held me tight. My entire body was trembling. For the first time in my life I hated my son. Then he whispered in my ear.

"What's your name lady?"

"R-R-Rhonda," I replied with tears in my eyes.

"Look Rhonda... don't be afraid, I wont hurt you if you do as I say."

I was so confused, one minute this stranger was threatening to beat me up and in the next minute he was holding me in his arms comforting me. It had been a very long time since I was in a man's embrace. He held me so close to his body I could feel his heart beating. Then he whispered softly in my ear,

"Rhonda, I want you to listen to me... I want you to just do as I say ok? If you do, I promise I wont hurt you."

"Please don't do this to me... I don't want to suck your cock sir."

"Don't call me sir... my name is Kenny... You may call me Ken if you like."

As he spoke he slowly started to grind himself against me. I could feel his cock growing and getting harder.

"Please Ken I'm an old woman... you don't want me... I'm not good at sucking a man's cock, please Ken let me go..."

As I spoke he lowered his hands and put them around my waist. Then he reached up and wiped the tears from my face. I was confused. I couldn't believe what was going on in my own kitchen. It was like we were slow dancing, but you couldn't hear a sound. I was about to beg him to stop when he softly placed a finger on my lips

"Shhhhhhhhh... don't say anything else Rhonda. God, you're beautiful Rhonda, how old are you?" he asked.

I quickly told him that I was 45 years old. Then he started telling me that he loved older women. Then he put his hands on my ass and started rubbing it. I could feel my body swaying with his. I was afraid but I didn't know what I was afraid of. In a weird way I felt safe in his arms. I think what frightened me the most was, not knowing what was going to happen next.

"Can you feel it Rhonda? Can you feel how hard my cock is?"

He started rubbing my ass harder pulling me closer and closer to his body. He let go of me for a second so he could remove his leather jacket. A part of me felt trapped and another part of me felt comfort in his warm embrace. My emotions were bouncing all over the place. Then he grabbed me around my waist again and pulled me close to his body again.

I didn't know what to do, a part of me wanted to scream. The only thing that was apparent was, he was not going to leave unless I sucked his cock. Then he placed his hands on my shoulders and said,

"Rhonda, I want you to suck my cock. I want you to get down on your knees and place my cock in your mouth."

I didn't move or say a word. I stared into the dark sunglasses he was wearing. Without saying a word I used my tear stained eyes to plead with him. I could see my face in his dark sunglasses. We stared at each other for a moment. He didn't say a word as he started pushing me down to my knees.

A soon as my knees hit the ground, I found myself face to face with his cock. His cock was hard as a rock. It was about six or seven inches long and very thick. I looked up at him and he smiled. I felt so ashamed; I was ashamed for what I was about to do. I put my head down.

"Don't be ashamed Rhonda, you're doing this for your son. You love your son don't cha?

I couldn't look up at him. All I could do was nod my head.

"Don't worry Rhonda. No one will ever know. Now open your mouth and save your son's life."

As soon as I brought my head up he moved in a little closer. Then he placed his cock against my lips. I thought he was going to ram his cock down my throat. Instead he placed his hands on the back of my head and started stroking my hair. I could feel the softness and the hardness of his cock. His cock head felt warm against my lips. Slowly he applied pressure. I could feel his left hand against the back of my head pulling me to his cock. I had no other choice. I closed my eyes and opened my mouth.

I braced myself by placing my hands on his knees. He moaned as soon as the head of his cock entered my mouth.

"Aggghhhh... yeah... mmmmmm... that's it Rhonda, suck my cock baby."

His whole body tensed up. I thought he was going to ram his cock down my throat. He slowly pulled his cock out to the tips of my lips. He then he slowly entered my mouth again. He did this over and over again, with each movement he slid his cock deeper into my mouth. I could feel his hard cock pulsing and twitching in my mouth.

"OH God Rhonda... Damn baby... Your mouth feels so fucking good, yeah suck it like that baby. Yeah, yeah, use your hand, stroke my cock while you suck."

I did as I was told; I reached up and wrapped my right hand around his shaft. His cock was wet and slippery. He never let go of the back of my head while I sucked his cock. He massaged the back of my head while I sucked and stoked his thick cock. His touch was gentle and for a spilt second I forgot where I was. It had been so long since I was with a man.

Memories of sucking my husband's cock came to my head. I never minded sucking my husband's cock. I only did it for him when he asked. There were times I wanted to suck his cock. But I didn't want him to think of me like that, I didn't want my husband to think that his wife as some kind of cock-sucking hungry whore. I would only suck his cock if he asked me. It was only then that I did it for him. I would tell myself that it was my duty as his wife to suck his cock.

I was lost in my thoughts. The next thing I knew, I pushed his cock to the side and then I started licking and sucking on his shaft. Then I worked my way down his cock and took his balls into my mouth. The sounds of his enjoyment woke me out of my trance. The sounds brought me back to reality. I felt so embarrassed while I sucked on his balls. This young man was raping my mouth, he told me to suck his cock. He told me to suck his cock or he would hurt my son and me. But he never told me to suck his balls. I felt like a slut. For the first time in my life I felt like a cock-sucking slut.

"Yeah, mmmm baby, I love it... Suck my balls, suck my balls!" Then he started moaning and mumbling directing me on how he wanted me to suck his cock.

I sucked his balls and stroked his cock at the same time. I could feel the sweat building on my brow. I then took his cock back into my mouth. It was then I opened my eyes again. I looked up at the young man, whose thick cock filled my mouth. He had his head back with his mouth slightly opened. He looked like he was in another world. His lust was powerful.

It was like he was transferring his desires to me. He was transferring his pure and selfish lust through his cock into my mouth and down my entire body. My entire body was on fire. Then the taste of his cock changed suddenly. It was then that I realized he might cum in my mouth. No man has ever cum in my mouth before, not even my own husband. I would suck his cock for a while until he was nice and hard and then we would make love. A few times after my husband and I had mad love. I put my fingers between my legs and scooped out some of his cum and tasted it. I was curious, and I wanted to know what it tasted like.

"Whoa... whoa... baby... slow down," he moaned as he pulled his cock out of my mouth.

There was a mixture of saliva and pre-cum dripping from the tip of his cock. I looked up at him confused. I thought he wanted a blowjob. I thought he wanted to use my mouth for his satisfaction. That's when I got scared, maybe I'd done something wrong. Maybe he didn't like they way I was sucking his cock. I started to get nervous and once again I got scared. He placed his hands under my armpits and lifted me to my feet.

"I'm sorry... Please don't hurt me, I told you that I wasn't good at doing that."

Then he quickly spun me around facing me toward the stove. He pressed himself up against me and wrapped his hands around my waist and held me tightly. I could feel his cock pressing firmly against my ass cheeks

"You've got to be kidding me Rhonda. You're an excellent cocksucker baby. Shit, I almost came in your mouth."

I felt so dirty when he called me a cocksucker. For some reason the word cocksucker always seemed dirty to me. Then all of a sudden he reached up and cupped both of my breasts. It happens so fast it startled me. Immediately he started massaging my breast and squeezing my nipple. He softly massaged my breast paying special attention to my nipples. I was no longer in control of my body. My nipples got harder and harder by the second.

"Please don't do that... I sucked your cock like you asked, please leave me alone now," I whispered.

Then he placed his lips on my neck and started sucking on my neck while he massaged my breast. It was all too much for me to take. The sensation I was feeling was too much for me to handle. My whole body was tingling from the top of my head to the tips of my toes. The spot that tingled the most was between my legs. I knew my pussy was starting to get moist. My pussy was yearning for some attention. How could this be? I asked myself. My pussy ached for some attention. It was like having an itch... a burning itch that was in a place you couldn't reach alone.

Then he moved his hands down my body and placed them on my skirt. Slowly he started raising my skirt. I was woozy, I didn't even realize what he was doing until I felt his cock touch my bare ass. I only had a pair of g- string panties on under my skirt.

"Please, please stop what your doing. Please... I'm begging you."

"You want me to stop Rhonda? You want me to stop baby?"

"Yes... please stop," I replied while trying to catch my breath.

"Ok baby, I'll stop and leave right now. I'll stop and leave you and your son alone forever... but only on one condition."

Then he said, "I'll leave if your pussy is dry. But if your pussy is wet... I'm gonna have to fuck you."

I couldn't believe what he just said. Then he quickly placed his hand on my hips and grabbed the strings on my panties. In one quick swoop he pushed them down to my ankles. With tears in my eyes I pleaded with him. I pleaded with him while his hands slowly inched towards my pussy.

"Why are you doing this to me? Its not fair, look at what you've done to me. It's not fair. Please, I don't want to make love to you, please stop what you're... I'll suck you off... I promise I'll do a better job... please don't rape me."

He didn't say a word the only thing I heard was his short rapid breaths. Which was increasing as his hands inched closer and closer towards my pussy. Then he whispered into my ear.

"Life isn't fair lady and as far as the term making love, it doesn't exist in my world. Don't be mistaken Rhonda, I'm a man of my word. If your pussy is dry I'll walk out of here. But if it's wet... I'm gonna fuck the shit out of you. You may not want to be fucked, but I think your body wants it. Now lets see what going on between those thighs."

My fate was sealed. I was destined to be raped in my kitchen. I held my breath as I felt his hand pass over my pubic hairs. I knew I had lost. I knew that he was going to find what he wanted. Then I felt it. His finger slipped between my neglected pussy lips. Then he sank his finger deep into my dripping wet pussy. My knees got weak and I collapsed. He held me up by cupping my pussy with his hand and digging his finger even deeper into my body.

"You lose baby. Your cunt is dripping!"

His finger seemed to just melt into my pussy... I was so ashamed... my body had betrayed me in my hour of need. I don't know if I went into shock from the invading finger. But it seemed as though time had stopped. I put my head down and stared at the burners on my stove. I've stood in front of that stove a million times. But I've never stood there before with a finger in my pussy. I've stood in front of that same stove and watched those burners turn red hot. As I stood there in front of the stove the only thing getting hot was my pussy.

He plunged his finger deep into my body. Then he pulled it out and brought it up to my face. It was the smell of my own pussy that woke me out of my daze. Then he whispered,

"Look, look, open your eyes Rhonda. Look at yourself. Can you smell it baby? Can you smell your sweet cunt juices? I can smell you from here, your pussy needs my cock."

He was so right. A part of me was disgusted, and another part of me just wondered... WHY? His finger was covered with my juices all the way down to his knuckle. It looked thick and heavy almost like a thick clear sugary glace.

Then he placed his left hand on my shoulder and started pushing me down.

"No please don't... No! Please don't... I'm begging you don't do this. Please don't rape me," I begged.

Then I felt the tip of his cock at the entrance of my pussy. I was moving my hips from side to side trying to avoid his cock while I begged him not to rape me. Then he gave me a hard slap on my asscheek.

"Hey Lady...SHUT THE FUCK UP!!!" He growled.

That was the last thing I heard before he rammed his cock deep into my pussy. The force was incredible. He plunged his cock up and in me lifting me off my feet.

"Awwwwhhhh... fuck yeah lady," he moaned with his cock buried deep inside me.

He grabbed a clump of my hair with his hand and grabbed my hips with the other hand and rammed his cock into me again.

"I'm gonna fuck the shit out of you lady.... you better hold on bitch."

I knew he wasn't lying. I braced myself and he did what he said he was going to do. He started ramming his cock in and out of my wet cunt. He fucked me hard and fast with deep long thrusts. I felt so helpless. A strange man had broken into my home and now he was raping me in my own kitchen.

"Does it feel goooood Rhonda? Do you like it baby?" he moaned.

"No! No, it doesn't. Please stop, please stop!" I cried out.

"Oh... I guess you like it real hard. Don't worry baby, I got'cha covered."

His attitude had totally changed. Now he was laughing at me. He thrust got harder and faster and my pussy got wetter and wetter. He pounded my backside. It was like falling on your ass over and over again. The sound of our flesh slapping against each other echoed throughout my large kitchen. My pussy was on fire from the friction and the fast pace of his thrust. Then I felt something I haven't felt in years. My pussy started contracting around his cock. Each time he drove his cock into me the sensation became greater.

"Yeah Rhonda... I can feel it... Yeah baby use your cunt muscles on me... I knew it... I knew you were a fucking slut. You wanna cum don't'cha. You want cum don't'cha. I knew you where a whore, I knew you where a little suburban slut."

He called me all kinds of names while he assaulted my cunt with his thick cock. Then he suddenly stopped. He grabbed me and spun me around facing the center Island. He lifted my left leg up and placed it on top of the counter. Before I could protest he rammed his cock deep into my pussy. With my legs now open his cock plunged deeper into my body.

My whole body was trembling at this point. My greatest fear was about to happen. I was gonna cum and he knew it.

"CUM BITCH... CUM... CUM YOU SLUT!!"

And that's exactly what happened. I exploded...as rush of pure pleasure electrified my entire body."

"Aghh... Aghhhh... Agggghhh... NO." I moaned as he stabbed my pussy with his cock.

I was breathless and dizzy...I've cum before but never like that. He started laughing at me while he slowed down his pace. The sound of him pounding my pussy was replaced by the sloppy syrupy sound of my pussy juices flowing freely from my raped cunt. It sounded so disgusting. I've never heard anything like that in my life.

"See lady... that wasn't so bad... I told yeah I'd take of you."

My pussy was still contracting around his cock while he started to increase his pace again.

"Its my turn now lady. I'm going to deposit a big load in your cunt."

"NO! NO! Please don't cum in me. Please, I'm begging you. I don't have any protection."

"Shut up Rhonda, I'm gonna cum inside your cunt weather you like it or not."

I panicked and I tried to get away... but my attempts to get away were useless. All it did was make him angry. He grabbed me tighter and fucked me harder. By the way he was breathing and moaning I knew he was going to cum soon. Then I said something that I thought I would never say to a man in my life.

"Please don't cum in my pussy... please cum in my mouth... cum in my mouth PLEASE, I'm begging you."

To this day those words echo throughout my mind. I was actually begging a man to cum in my mouth.

He stopped suddenly. I turned my head and looked into the dark sunglasses he was wearing and again I begged.

"Please! I don't want to get pregnant. I've done what you asked, please cum in my mouth. Pleeeeeeease!"

But he continued to pound my cunt furiously while I begged him not to cum inside me. Then he said,

"I'm gonna cum lady! I'm going to cum in your mouth! Are yeah ready?"

"YES! YES!"

"Are yeah gonna drink it all up."

"YES! YES!"

Then he rammed his cock deep into my pussy, slamming my body against the counter. Then quickly pulled it out and pushed me to my knees.

"Aghhh... I'm cumming! Drink it... Drink it up.... Open your fuckin mouth bitch," he shouted as the first blast of hot cum hit me in the face.

"Suck it lady... Suck it good." He moaned as another blast of cum pelted my cheekbone.

The force and the velocity of his cum rocketing out of his cock was incredible. I tried my best to quickly wrap my lips around his cum spewing cock. He quickly grabbed the back of my head and rammed his thick cock into the back of my throat. His entire body trembled as he unleashed his seed down my throat.

"Yeah, bitch... drink it... Awwwe fuck yeah lady... Suck that shit... Suck it all out baby."

I sucked and drank cum for the first time in my life. I could feel his cum slowly sliding down my throat and running down my face and onto my blouse. On the outside I knew I must have looked horrible. But it was nothing compared to how I felt inside. I felt like a whore. There was a pain in my stomach; it was a feeling of absolute disgust.

After his orgasm was complete he pulled my hair and made me look up at him. He was smiling and laughing. He looked at my cum soaked face and smiled. He placed his hand on my face and smeared his cum around my face as though it was some kind of facial cream.

"Lick it... Lick my cock clean, clean me up nice baby..."

I wanted it to be over. I wanted him out of my house. That's why I did what he said. I licked and sucked his cock clean. Just when I thought my nightmare was going to come to an end I heard a voice. With his cock still in my mouth I turned around and saw my son standing by the door with two thugs holding him

"WHAT THE FUCK!"

"WHAT THE FUCK HAVE YOU DONE TO MY MOTHER?"

There I was in my knees covered in cum with a cock in my mouth. He pushed me away from his cock and started laughing.

"Your Momma's a hot piece of ass dude, and she sucks a mean cock."

My son looked down at me and saw me crying. That's when he broke loose from the two other young men that where holding him and lunged toward us.

"You fucking bastard." He shouted as he rushed toward the man that had just raped me.

I would love to tell you that my son beat this man to a pulp for raping me, but that would be a lie. My son is tall for his age but he's real skinny. If I had blinked I would have missed it. Ken leveled my son with one punch sending him flying across the kitchen floor. I got up and ran toward my son.

"Please stop. Stop it, please leave us alone. Take the money, please take it all just leave us alone," I begged.

He stopped and looked at the money on the table. My son was on the floor crying and his nose was bleeding.

"Your lucky lady... You're lucky I don't kick that little punks ass."

"Please go.... Please leave us alone, you promised."

That's when he started putting on his cloths. After he put his cloths on he grabbed the stack of money from the table and handed it over to his two friends that were standing there smiling and laughing. Then one of the men said,

"Hey Artie... you should thank your mom, she saved your ass, she gave up her ass to save yours."

Then they turned around and walked out of my kitchen. I held my son in my arms while he cried. Then he looked up at me. I had forgotten how bad I must have looked. I still had cum on my face.

"Mom... I'm sorry... I'm so sorry... did he hurt--did he hurt you?" he asked.

I was in no state to answer his question. I remained silent until he asked me.

"Did he rape you mom?"

My tears answered the question my son asked me. I was a total mess. A part of me was so happy to have my son home safe in my arms and another part of me hated him. I'm a good person and I've never done any harm to another human being. That day I learned a good lesson.

I learned that I would do anything for my son. I learned no matter what he did I would do what ever it took to save him. I believe my son also learned a lesson that day. I believe he learned that sometimes the people closest to you suffer the consequences of your actions.

Even though I love my son, at that moment I couldn't look at him any more. I got up and went upstairs and went straight into the shower. After I showered I went to my bedroom and tried to force myself to sleep. I wished that this had all been a nightmare and I would soon wake up.

A few hours later my son came into my room. He apologized and begged me for forgiveness. He told me that he would never ever do any type of drug again. He told me how much he loved me. He told me how it was all his fault and that if it took the rest of his life he would make it up to me. Just hearing my son say that he loved me made me feel good. It had been years since I heard the words," I love you mom," from my sons his lips. Some mothers hear those words from there sons everyday. As for me, I had to be raped.

My son kept his word. He stopped doing drugs and reapplied himself to his schoolwork. He's in college now and doing real well. He's filled out and has become a handsome kind and caring young man. Unlike most college kids my son calls me everyday. I told my son that he doesn't have to call me everyday. He tells me that he has to.

He said he has to call me everyday because he doesn't want me to ever forget how much he loves me.

The End