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Taking What I Want

By: Master_O_D



The traffic moved slowly just before noon in the center of the small town. I gazed at the old buildings reflecting the age of this city. The people refused to let go of its origin. Not being in a hurry, I took the opportunity to see all of the sites, including the women who shuffled along the sidewalks both going to lunch and returning to work. I suddenly caught a glimpse of a very shapely ass and gorgeous legs of a woman with very short dark hair. She wore her skirt at a rather short length to show off the shape of her thighs. As I gained ground on her, I noticed her smooth yet confident stride. This show of confidence intrigued me. I slowed to her pace as I pulled along side the section of the sidewalk she occupied. Her head turned slowly to look at my Porsche 911. The hum of the 3.6 turbo seemed to hypnotize her. The mirror like shine of the black paint caused her to tilt her head to prevent the sun's reflection from blinding her. As her pace slowed, so did I. I pulled to the curve and leaned to the passenger side.

"Would you like a ride? I would be happy to take you to wherever you are going."

Hesitating, she looked around as if I were speaking to someone else. When she realized it was her, she said, "Well I guess it wouldn't hurt to get back to work faster." Little did she know she was taking a step to changing the rest of her life.

Once she slid slowly onto the soft leather seat, the beautiful stranger attempted to straighten her skirt. The feel of the seat engulfing her firm ass seemed to be a very good start as she slowly worked her way into a comfortable position. I watched her for a moment. She looked sheepishly my way. I turned to face the road and merged back into the streaming traffic. 

"What's your name?"

"Uh, Gloria. This is a very nice car you have, Sir." The use of the word sir caught my ear. I smiled to myself as I slowly moved forward.

"Just for the fun of it, would you like to see what it can really do?"

"I really should be getting back to work."

"Are you sure they won't miss you for just a little while?" I said in a low tone.

"Well, I guess a little while wouldn't hurt."

I looked over to see her hands caressing the soft leather as if she were tending to a lovers touch. I took the first turn to get out of the slow moving vehicles and head to open highway. I shifted from second to third and pressed the accelerator enough to pin her to the back of the seat. I heard a soft coo escape her lips. The thrill of speed seemed to please her senses. I made my way to an old bypass around the southern part of town. I looked sown to see the needle of the speedometer pass 125. Looking straight ahead, I said, "Gloria, remove your bra and set it on my lap."

"Huh?"

"You heard me, take it off and put it on my lap, and speak to me as you did before. Listen to every word I say and do so without question."

"I really need to get back to work. This is fun, but I have to get back now. Please."

I slid my right hand behind her head and locked them in her hair. Pressing the accelerator slowly lower, the sleek Porsche sped up to 135. With a very stern voice, I said, "I didn't ask you if you wanted to. I said do it now. Understand I do not take disobedience well."

"Yes, Sir", her voice cracked as her hands moved under her tight knit top. I felt her gently lay the garment on my lap. Now I looked over to see her breasts straining against the material with her nipples slowly growing erect. 

"Very good. You have beautiful breasts. Make your nipples stand out so I can see them better. I want to see the outline of your body through your top."

Gloria slid her trembling hands under her knit top and slowly circles her hardening nipples. The suspension on my Porsche made it feel as if we were riding on air. I could tell from her slight moans that she was beginning to enjoy the feel of her fingers a little.

"Do you know what a Master is?"

"I have read some on the subject. Sir. I know some can be good and some can be very dangerous."

"Do you think I am dangerous?"

Gloria hesitated with her answer. "I am not sure. You scare me. I just want to get back to work." "Sir", she remembered.

"I am your Master now, Gloria. You will address me in this manner. I will take care of you, but you must obey and respect me. You must earn a trust from me. You will be mine. You will serve me for my pleasure. In serving me, you will find pleasure in me. Do you understand?"

I released her hair and began slowing the Porsche toward an exit for an old picnic area. "Do you understand me, Gloria?"

"Please don't hurt me. I just want to get back to work, Sir. I won't say anything to –"

"You will do just what I want you to do. You will NOT keep telling me what you want. I think you need to learn just what it means to disrespect your Master. And just in case you get a bright idea, it is miles to anyone that you can plead a lame case to." 

As I parked the car beside a grassy lot leading to a shelter, I turned the engine off and turned to Gloria. Her instinct was to retract her arms in a defensive manner. I grabbed her hands, pulled them above her head and over the headrest, wrapped the seatbelt around them tightly to prevent her from moving from the seat. Gloria's eyes were wide and wild. I slid out of the driver's side and walked to the passenger door. Opening the glove compartment, I pulled out 4 suit ties. I wrapped one tie around her wrists to so I could free her from the seatbelt. Once I had the tie securely in place and her arms back in front of her, I pulled Gloria from the passenger seat of my Porsche. 

"Now you will remember this and thank me later for opening your eyes to what I mean when I tell you something."

I walked Gloria to the shelter, feeling her resistance the entire way. Once under the shelter, I pushed her hands over her head and tied them to a support pole of the shelter roof. I faced Gloria. Leaning close to her ear, I whispered that she would appreciate what she was about to experience from her Master.

As I spoke, I slid my hands under her top just above her waist. Her breathing came quick from the fear, uncertainty, and any possible excitement she began to feel. As I reached her nipples and pinched them between my fingers and thumbs, her eyes closed and Gloria bit her lip. I pulled long and twisted. Once I managed a response from her in pain, I released her nipples. My hands slid slowly down her body to the waist of her skirt. Finding the button, I unfastened it and let her short skirt drop to the ground. I back up a step and looked at her black bikini panties. They were lace. I admired her sexy look for a moment. When my eyes met hers, she was searching mine for what I may do next.

"Never, and I mean never look me in the eye unless I request you to do so."

With this, her eyes closed. I could see tears forming in the corner of her eyes. 

"Gloria, I do this for your own good. You will feel the pain of my punishment, but you will also feel the pleasure of my touch. You must learn the difference between the two. You must."

Easily overpowering her, I loosened her hands enough to turn her around and face the pole. I retightened the tie. Her cheek pressed against the metal pole. I wrapped my hands around her waist to pull her ass out toward me. I put my right foot between her feet and told her to spread them. Now in a beautiful position of her firm, tight ass jutting to me in the sexy black lace panties, I had her ready. I traced the edge of her panties with my fingers, slowly along her taut ass cheeks. I grazed the tips of my fingers along her creamy, soft skin. Slowly trailing down, I let my fingers slip between her legs, teasing her sensitive skin just between her thigh and pussy lips. I softly and gently teased and stimulated her senses until her ass began to gently sway back and forth. I watched with a smile as she pushed her ass back seeking more attention. Pulling my fingers away, I opened my palm and sharply slapped her ass cheeks. Gloria jumped as I brought her quickly out of her hypnotic state. Again I struck her tender flesh. I hooked my fingers in the waist of her panties and pulled them over her hips and down her thighs. Gloria moved back and forth trying to restrict my attempt to remove them. I gripped her leg and raised her foot enough to get them off one leg. Now bare to me, I again began to massage and stroke her reddening ass cheeks. 

My middle finger slipped between her cheeks as I massaged her tight ass. Pressing gently against her tight muscles, Gloria said, "please, don't. I have never been touched there. I can't do that, please."

"What did I say to call me? How did I tell you to address me?"

"Please, Sir, don't hurt me. If you are a good Master, please don't hurt me."

"That's better. But you do know what punishment is?"

Gloria shook her head yes, beginning to sob.

"Then you understand why I must. I told you that you are for my pleasure and in doing so, you will receive pleasure." As I spoke to her, I massaged my finger directly onto her tight ass. I slid a finger from my left hand to her pussy lips. Sliding it between her lips, I pulled the wetness to her ass for lubrication. I continued working each finger into each hole. I pressed the tip of my finger into her ass and held it there, feeling her muscles contract as her body tried to reject the intruder. As her muscles relaxed, I pushed deeper, hesitating for a short time for her to relax and then proceeding to open her virgin hole. 

I unzipped my slacks and pull out my hard cock. Stroking it with my left hand, I rubbed the head between her cheeks.

"Do not say a word. You know this is coming and you will make me mad to speak against me now."

I used my saliva to lubricate the head of my cock. I positioned it against her tight hole. Feeling the resistance, I pressed forward with my hips to slowly slip the head into her hot, tight ass. I stopped once the head broke through her tight opening. I locked my fingers in her hair and forced her head to the side. I bit into her neck and held my teeth there as I gently worked my hips to move deeper into her virgin ass. Reaching around her waist, I let my fingers slip between her lips to slowly massage her hard clit. I maintained a steady rhythm between my fingers and cock to work deeper and keep her excitement building. I bit hard into her neck as I pushed hard, sending my cock deep into her. Gloria let out a scream as I began to push hard and deep into her tight ass. I pinched and pulled at her sensitive clit. 

"Tell me you are mine. Now, tell me."

"Oooooohhhh, I am yours, anything, ohhhhhhhhhh please…… don't hurt me." 

Gloria's voice had changed from a full of fear to a pleading "stop but don't stop" tone. The more she screamed, the harder I pounded her tight ass. My fingers were growing wet with her juices now running from her hungry cunt. I realized she was close to orgasm from her trembling and the way she pushed her ass back to me. I pulled my cock from her ass and stood behind her. She seemed almost as surprised that I vacated her tight hole as she did when I forced into her. 

"I think you are liking this just a little too much for punishment. You will not feel the pleasure of your release just yet. I think you need to learn more respect before you reap the fruits of my pleasure." Gripping her hair in my fingers and pulling her head back to look in her eyes, I whispered, "now what can I do to bring light to this so you won't forget again? Just what would do the trick?"

Gloria's breathing was short and her eyes once again became filled with that uncertain / fear look. I released her hair and walked to my Porsche. Pushing a button in the glove compartment, the trunk slowly opened. I reached in to retrieve a board about three feet long, five inches wide, and ¾" thick. On one side of the make shift paddle I had cut grooves in the hard wood about 1/8" deep. The grooves were cut close together in a wavy formation. The reverse side was covered with a very soft, thick fur. I walked back to my beauty and laid the fur against her ass cheeks. In a circling motion, I rubbed the soft fur all over her pink ass cheeks.

"Do you feel this, my sweet? Nice and soft, tender, caressing. This, my pet, is my pleasure to you for being good and obeying." Turning the paddle over and quickly reaching back to land a solid blow to her soft ass cheeks, I leaned close and whispered, " and this is my wrath for disobedience for not behaving like a good girl. I can give you what ever you force me to. It is your choice to make by your actions. As for right now, I feel you deserve this."

SMACK!! Another stinging, burning blow to her ass cheeks released a scream from Gloria. Reaching back I landed another. And another. After five sharp, stinging blows, I gripped her hair and pulled her head back to see the tears streaming down her cheeks.


"What is your choice, my sweet? Do you want my tender, soft side or shall I continue to show you my corrective, harsh side?"

"Please, Sir, I will do what ever is asked of me. I want you, Master. Show me how to serve you," she said with her voice quivering with sobs.

I set the paddle on the picnic table, turned back to my prize, and rubbed her beet red ass cheeks. I slid my hands between her thighs and slowly pulled them up into her crotch. With my fingers, I massaged her wet pussy lips, finding her clit and once again giving it slow, steady attention. Gloria's moans started low and weak. I gripped my hard cock and rubbed the head between her lips to wet the head. I looked down to see the round head slip up and down between her lips. Gloria arched her back and jutted her ass out to give me full access. I positioned my cock between her lips at her sweet hole. Pushing forward with my hips, I felt her heat engulf me. Slowly I moved my cock in and out, going deeper with each stroke. I pulled her head back to kiss her neck and lick her soft skin. My cock throbbing deep in her cunt, I rotated my hips to give her the feel of the entire length. In and out, slowly gaining speed with my rhythm. The wet sounds of her lips sucking at my cock growing louder with my increasing speed. Gloria opened her mouth and licked her lips as she fell into the pleasure of me taking her. Gasping with each thrust, she now pushed back harder to meet my cock. I felt my balls swelling, tightening with my own passion. I rubbed her clit, circling it. I felt the beginning signs of her orgasm with the contractions of her muscles around my thick cock. 

"That's my girl, get ready. Your master is going to fill you full. I want you to cum hard; let me feel the heat and wetness of your desire for me. Now, now, my pet let it go."

Gloria grunted and groaned as her orgasm reached its peak. As I felt her cunt grip my cock with her strong climax, I thrust harder and deeper. I gritted my teeth as I felt my sperm shoot deep within her hot, wet cunt. Wrapping my arm around her waist to hold myself in her until the last drops spent from my jerking cock, I whispered, "very good, pet. You will make a very good girl for me. You are now a changed woman."

Gloria never said a word on the drive back to town. The look in her eyes told me she had been broken. That was the first day of the rest of her new life.

Taking What I Want



This story consists of rape and incest. For those that have no problem with incest but have issues with rape, then don't read it. Personally both are considered wrong in society but guess what people, below is just a story. I also would like to add this not only has incest in it but also rape. Many of you complain about rape stories, well I for one want to make it clear: it's just a story. Also, I had someone edit this and I hated their version so this is my raw un-edited version that I decide to finally post. I am not a professional, just a lot of desires and fantasies: many I act on and others I write about. I have very little time for writing so what I do is quick and ruff at times. If you are looking for professional writing, I am far from it. But if you want to read it for the eroticism then by all means enjoy. Also, it's short how I like many of the stories that I read. So after reading all of this and you still read it, well thanks.



There comes a time in every man's life that he gives into his desires and emotions. For example: just recently Tiger Woods has received unwanted public attention about giving into his, it's about time I share mine. However, with mine I needed a little help to avoid disaster, and achieve success. 

It all started with my mother; from how she carries herself to how she dresses, or lack of dress around the house that slowly but surely pushed me over the edge. A son can only take so much temptation before he either finds release somewhere else, or decides to give into those temptations and take what he really wants. For me what I wanted was my mother and I finally had enough; I was and will take what I want. 

Mom is a good person all and all, but with that she has a tendency to flaunt herself around the house. Whether she is walking around in her boy shorts and tight short t-shirt, or just coming out of the shower in a very short towel and just happen to be bending over to get something out of the fridge knowing full well I can see her clear as day. She keeps rubbing it into my face what I can't have: so she thinks.

It took some planning but I finally figured out a way to get what my desires needed, I just need a little help from a good friend and a reliable sleeping pill. The pill I speak of is something my mom whom has been taking for years to help her sleep. She didn't need it all the time, just usually took it when she really wanted a long rest; I kind of figured this out with living her for so long, and noticing her snoring louder than usual during those times. 

My partner in crime is also my friend Charlie whom wanted my mom as much as me if not more. After laying out my plan to Charlie he was in, and I took steps to make sure our secret would be taken to our graves: trust me I am very careful.

It was a Friday night and I told my mom I was going out with Charlie; this was also after I learned that she was going to stay in and read a book. Knowing my mother usually enjoys a nice glass of wine with her book I knew that was the night that my plan would finally take place. Going into the zip-lock bag that I kept hidden for so long, I removed half of one of my mother's sleeping pill, just enough to knock her out but not too much that she would be sleeping all night. I crushed it up, and mixed it in her wine while she went to pee. After she came out of the bathroom I gave her a kiss on the cheek and went out to meet with Charlie.

Parked around the corner Charlie and I waited the estimated time I figured that it would take for the pill to kick in. About 30 minutes later we slid in through an unlocked window that I prepared before I left. Grabbing the ski masks, and the several pieces of rope I had previously hidden we began our journey to my mother's room. With Charlie following close behind I quietly checked on our soon to be victim. Turns out I was right about how long it would take for the medication to have it's effect on her for I found lying on to of her covers with the book on the floor while wearing one of her baby-doll tops with her yellow thong on. 

Giving Charlie the signal we quickly took action securing my mother to all four corners of the bed. Using the rope we secured her legs and arms to both ends of the bed posts and began phase two of the plan. Using ammonia we quickly brought my mother out of her slumber with her quickly realizing she was bounded to the bed and being looked upon by two guys dressed in black, which resulted in a look of terror on her face. 

"What do you want?" she asked.

Not saying a word we began to take position: Charlie on one side of the bed and me on the other. Climbing with confidence on both sides, we reach out and began to slowly caress and feel up those smooth legs that I pictured so many times over and over again wrapped around my head as I ate her pussy. Those legs were a thing of beauty: tan, long and defined. She really could have been a leg model, if not more. Hell, on days when she wore heels and a long skirt with the slit on the side to weddings that she dragged me to, I couldn't tell you how man times I caught the men in the place and even ladies stealing glances of wonderful assets that she ran so many miles to achieve.

"Stop touching me. What do you want? Money? Take it's in my purse in the kitchen." my mother said louder.

Ignoring her we continued to caress her smooth silky tanned legs while watching them quiver in fear and anticipation of what we were about to do.

"STOP TOUCHING ME!!! STOP IT! My son will be home any minute" she said with a tear in her eye.

Knowing full well she was lying I continued my caresses while Charlie began to slide up her nighty releasing her full luscious breasts for our eyes to see. Those wonderful hills of flesh were her second if not her 3rd wonderful asset: close competition for her tight curve rear. But it was quite obvious her rear was the last thing on Charlie's mind for while I was working my way between her legs Charlie was taking a more of a sitting position on her stomach but controlling how much weight he put on her toned belly, and leaned over and began to tweak her nipples.

While letting Charlie have his fun with her tits, I began to get comfortable between those luscious legs, and admiring the yellow V that I begin to notice showing signs of secretions. Easing my head down lower to get a better view I suddenly hear... 

"STOP PLEASE STOP...PLEASE YOU DON'T WANT TO DO THIS! There is no need for this. What have I done to you to deserve this" she says as she begins to whimper.

"If you only new" I thought to myself.

With Charlie as well as myself ignoring her pleas for us to stop, I remove the Spyderco folding knife I kept hidden behind my black long johns, and using it I cut all three straps of her thong. Pealing back the pieces I start to pull the thong in an upward motion causing the thong to forcefully slide between the crack of her ass as well as her pussy.

"Mmmmmmmm...." A sound that came from mother.

Thinking to myself, did I hear her right? There is no way I just heard her show signs of not approval but rather signs of sexual enjoyment." Thinking about this some more "What kind of mother is she to actually having signs of enjoyment?" 

Then again who am I to complain let alone over think such things. For crying out loud I am the one in a ski mask, secured my mother to a bed, and cut off her thong, and on top of that it was all against her will. Then again, maybe I just need to stop thinking and start doing, for it turns out Charlie is way ahead of me on that one. 

Right before Charlie enters her mouth, and I was about to take my first lick after rolling up the ski mask just enough to get some air and give room for my tongue to extend I hear mother saying, "OOOO God please stop. It's not too late, I won't say anything to anyone. Whoever you are just stop. Please please please just stommmmmffffffffff" It was at that point that Charlie took that opportunity to shut her up with his long hard piece of man meat. I have to give the kid credit, he definitely inherited a nice size tool; granted mine isn't that bad either, but Charlie's, well let's just say I don't think it's his looks that kept him a virgin, it's his dick that scare most of the young girls away. Most think he will rip them apart with what he has between his legs; there is something to be said about being too big.

While Charlie is having his way with her mouth, and possibly her throat, I finally get to experience what I so longed for: tasting that sweet nectar of mommy's juices. Turns out her juices are much sweeter than I imagined. It doesn't tasty musty at all like you read in the stories, it's almost as sweet as a bottle of my favorite juice. Lapping up her juices, I come to realize that if she is flowing like she is, I can only come to one conclusion, she is actually enjoying this. My mother must be one kinky woman to be getting on off being dominated or for a better word raped.

While working my tongue, which is longer than the average one, I was able to reach her asshole without having to lift her legs. Using the juices as lubricant I was able to slightly penetrate her second hole, and really working it as hard as I can.

"MMMMMMmmmmmmm" I hear from my mom.

Not sure if it's the tongue in her ass, the cock in her throat, or a combination of both, but I was not expecting that at all. Moving from her ass I begin to really take action to her hole fucking her with it with all I got, and causing her to shake and gyrate like crazy. 

Several minutes of this I hear Charlie moaning and trying to not say anything to alert my mother on who we are I begin to hear what sounds like signs of Charlie about to cum in mom's mouth. It's that sudden realization that he is about to unload into my mother that really gets me riled up and after noticing how hard her clit is I attack it like a Hoover vacuum. Sucking and nibbling making my mom go buck wild that I have to hold her down just so I can keep a tight connection on that hard nub.

After Charlie finally finishes dumping his entire load into her throat, he pulls out, and quickly gets off her and takes a seat in the chair in the corner of the room. I look over noticing him breathing really hard, and just sitting there with juices dripping off of his cock. Still I don't let that distract me from doing what I planned out to do, and that was to get my mother off, and as well as me. I resume my attack on that clit of hers, and what do I hear:

"OOOOOO GGGGODDDDDDD! Please stop...Please stooooooopppp!"

"Are you fucking serious? You must be joking?" I think to myself. She is here, with a clit as hard as a pebble, juices flowing, and she really wants me to stop. It's time to shut this bitch up. But first things first, I really want to get her off, and since she clearly like my tongue in her ass, how about a finger, or two. Using two fingers, I lube them up using her juices as lubricant and shove them straight in her ass while sucking her clit as hard as I can. 

"AAAAA GGGGODDDD! JESUS CHRIST......I SHOULD NOT BE ENJOING THIS, YOU FUCKERS ARE RAPING ME....AAAAAA I'MMMMMMM CUMMMMMMMIIIIIINNNNNGGGGG!!!!!!!!!" she is screaming or moaning, I can't really tell at this point and then she goes "AAAAAAARRRRRGGGGGGGGG" 

It's at that point she cums so hard and bucks so much that she knocked me right off of her clit. Watching shake and squirm I quickly take action. 

Never in a million years did I think that this would result in her cumming from this. I knew she was a horny woman for I couldn't tell you how many times I heard her masturbate listening from the door, but this, well this was past anything I ever expected. If I didn't know better I would say my mother had a rape fetish. 

Without a care in the word that she just came, and is trying to catch her breath I carefully positioned my knees on both sides of my mother's head while facing her pussy, lowered my cock to her mouth and trying to get it in. However, it turns out she still has some fight in her for at first she keeps her mouth shut and her head turn, but I had a back up plan for that. With my mask still rolled up enough to let me use my mouth I attack her clit but this time I use my teeth to inflict some pain, and let her know who is in charge here. As I am nibbling and biting harder and harder she begins to get the message that she better suck it or she will not like what I have in stored for her. Granted I wasn't going to take it as far as biting the thing off, but I wanted her to at least think that. Still she continued to resist and making a grimace on her face, so I had to take a more direct approach. While biting and tugging on her clit I take my right hand and tighten my fingers into a cone like position, and with all the force I could muster shove it up her fucking cunt up to where my finger connect with me hand.

"OOOOOOOHHHHHH FUCKKKKKKK" she screams from deep within.

It's the moment I planned for and without hesitation I drop my weight, using my other hand to hold the cock in position and jam my man meat right down her esophagus. Using my weight as my strength I barely pull up and begin to drop down at a rapid rate. Hearing nothing but whimpers and gurgles I continue my assault on both her cunt and her throat and loving every minute of it. Still it doesn't pass me by that she is showing clear signs of her own enjoyment being that I was finally able to get my entire hand in her pussy with the help of the juices that are so readily flowing out of her.

Pummeling away at her pussy and her throat she just continues to groan, shake and buck the entire time. Finally reach my limit, I feel the explosion within wanting to be released but I need to be careful to make as little of a sound as possible so she doesn't recognize it's me. With all my might, I painfully bite on my tongue as I blow my load and experience one of the most intense orgasms I have ever had. Pulling my hand out of her pussy, I use it as support so I can bend further down to observe the cum just leaking out of her mouth, while noticing the movement at her throat of the impressions my cock is making in addition to the swallowing she is attempting to do. 

When I finally am completely depleted of all the juices I had in me, I quickly roll down my mask, hop off the bed, grab Charlie and make a break for the exit leaving her there. While quickly running from the house ski masks and all, Charlie asks, "Are we just going to leave her there?" 

"Charlie, it's not like we ever planned an exit strategy, and I had to think fast. I'll figure something out." Which in fact I did. While we slept I thought about it over and over in my head what I can do about having her released. We disposed of all the evidence in Charlie's parents fireplace, showered, and probably jacked off a few times as well thinking about the whole event, but it's still bugging me how I was going to get her released, and not let her on it was me. Thinking "what if she knew it was me? She would probably kick me out of the house, or worse call the cops." Not that I could blame her. 

Deciding to sleep on it, I enter a very deep sleep that can only be caused by such the excitement I experienced earlier. Waking up in the morning I just decided that I would come back home, without a care in the world, and call for her. Whether she screams she is in there or doesn't respond, it would not be abnormal for me to look into her room to see how she is doing.

Trying to put my best performance on, I stroll into the house putting all my effort in being normal and natural. Remembering the things I usually do I start to call out for my mother but I don't get a reply. Looking around no sign of her. Getting kind of worried I call out for her again, but still no reply. Trying one last time I scream, "MOM ARE YOU HOME???" I then hear a faint "Josh? Is that you?"

Walking to her door, I ask "Are you decent, can I come in?" to which she replies "Honey I am far from decent but it's out of my control. Come in here and help me." Opening the door I try to put on my best performance finding her completely naked looking sexy as ever tied to the bed. Using what acting ability I do have, I begin to ask her what happened, who did this, basically the typical stuff I assume one would ask in such a situation. 

"Honey, someone came in here, tied me up without waking me up some how, and had their way with me." Coughing from what I can tell sounded like something was stuck in the back of her throat she continues to say, "Look honey I really don't feel like talking about it, just get me out of these ropes so I can get some clothes on and take a shower." Offering to call the cops she surprisingly declines and says she will deal with it. 

Being confused as all hell, I accept her decision, give her what help she needed, and leaving her to fend for herself. At some point reflecting on what happened, and if I did everything right I hear mom calling me down for breakfast.

Walking into the kitchen I notice she is wearing a short silk robe, and based on how the robe is creeping into the crack of her ass, I can only wonder if she is still nude underneath. Leaning over to place the bacon and eggs in front of me I get a clear view that answers me question. I clearly see that she is not wearing a bra, or anything for that matter, and also notice that her nipples are quite firm. This really wasn't what I was expecting considering what was done the night before but I didn't want to give myself away either so I try to act like I didn't notice her state of dress, or undress for that matter.

Reaching over for my orange juice I begin to take a sip when I hear, "So how did you like that blowjob I gave you last night?"

The End