After my inital fright, I realized it was my sons roughly propelling me. Jon, 14 and Tim, 16 were already taller than I was and with their athletic builds, I had no doubt much stronger also.

The first thing I noticed in the living room was my boyfriend Jack, standing off to the side, holding his camcorder and smiling as he filmed us. The boys were now holding me in place and were pulling at my clothes. They weren't unfastening anything, they were tearing, pulling, ripping at my clothes.

I had known it would happen one day, but not when. Jack was an aggressive, dominant lover, knowing what he wanted and taking it when he desired. That feature in him both excited and scared me. I was openly submis- sive to him, often being taken by his friends and even strangers while he watched.

There had been rapes in the past, organized and filmed by him to be shown at a later date to his friends and aquaintences, which inflamed their desires to duplicate the actions they watched so intently. We now had a whole case of "rape tapes" in the locked cabinet in our bedroom, all starring me.

"Get the cunt naked." My younger son growled, snapping my thoughts back to the present, and getting his older brother's attention.

Tim had been roughly squeezing my breasts which now were exposed after my blouse had been ripped open and my bra torn off. Jon was pulling the tattered remnants of my blouse down and off and Tim slipped his hand inside the waistband of my skirt and yanked, pulling it completely from my body.

They both yanked and pulled at my flimsy panties which parted easily for them. "Fuckin' A!" My older son Tim exclaimed as his hand roughly pushed between my legs. They were feeling me all over and wrestling me to the floor at the same time.

I caught a glimpse of my boyfriend still filming. I notice that his cock was sticking out through his fly and was huge and hard as I've ever seen it.

Tim moved between my legs when Jon pulled them open and was fumbling, trying to get his belt undone and his pants down. When his teenaged cock popped out and slapped his belly, I knew it was going to happen. I was about to be raped by my own son.

I can't describe the feelings that I was having. I knew it was wrong but I was sopping wet anyway. It was as if everything went into slow motion. I could feel everything. I felt Jon's hands on my thighs push- ing them wider. I heard the boys' fevered breathing. I saw Tim bend his cock down and start to lean forward over me. I felt his cock enter me forcefully all the way in in one stroke. I felt the roughness of his shirt against my skin. I felt his hands close roughly over my breasts as he fucked, no raped me.

My eyes fluttered open and closed in my constant orgasmic state. I remember seeing my boyfriend moving in closer to us to capture the face of a woman being raped by her sons. I remember Tim's fevered mantra "Oh fuck! Oh fuck! Oh fuck!." And I remember Jon's plaintive cries to his brother "Hurry up! I wanna fuck her too!"

As Tim reached his quick first climax in me, every muscle in his body tightened including his hands which were clamped onto my breasts causing me to arch in exquisite pain, but dislodging my thrusting son's cock which was still spewing his youthful cum.

I felt the splatters of hot cum on my vulva as he quickly guided himself back into me to finish his virgin cum inside my pussy. He collapsed on me, a position I'm sure he would have remained in for some time, had his brother not been pushing and trying to roll him off me.

As soon as Tim was clear, Jon was inside me. He too found handholds on my breasts, possibly even more painful because of his smaller hands were not encom- passing my whole breast, but just the nipple and what part he could fit into his hand. His fingers dug in and he thrust as fast and hard as he could, just like his brother. He came more quickly than his older brother had, but just as intensly, stiffening and groaning into my neck as he came.

I lay there gasping after he rolled off me, and soon found that Tim had not been idle. Obviously my boy- friend must have coached them, because Tim was lifting me, placing me face down over the ottoman. He and his brother quickly had me tied in place, hands to the legs on one side and knees to the legs on the other side.

I heard them talking, arguing over who was going to get to do what first. I was draped there, lost in my own thoughts and feelings, humiliated and excited, scared but eagerly anticipating.

Suddenly my head was lifted by my hair and I was look- ing at a very hard 14 year-old cock. I didn't look at it long as it was in my mouth in an instant.

I didn't suck him as much as he fucked my mouth. As his belly pumped against my face, I felt my pussy again being filled by Tim. Tim was roughly slapping my ass as he fucked me. Then suddenly he pulled out and I was empty although he kept slapping my ass.

My ass was on fire, and I was approaching another climax as there was suddenly a sharp pain as he jammed his entire cock up my ass in one stroke. It pushed me over the edge and I lay there spasming as they fucked me from both ends.

I don't remember them climaxing, although I'm sure they did, in their respective ends.

The next thing I remember is laying on the floor, un- tied but still naked. I looked around and saw my boys and my boyfriend watching the television. I saw that they were watching my rape tapes.

I smiled and closed my eyes, my right hand slipping down to rub my sore clit. They would be ready again soon to rape mommy again.

The End