****** Mother Knows Best by sissyboyken ******
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Mother Knows Best


Jill was a single mother of 34. She had financial problems, to say the least.

Jill's husband had committed suicide. She found him one day after work, hanging
from a nylon rope tied to the rafters of their 2-car garage. It turned out her
husband had left behind nearly $40,000 in debts that Jill now had to deal with.
The money was owed to bookkeepers, loan sharks, and drug dealers. They all knew
where Jill lived, and began leaving messages on her answering machine that
terrified her. She knew it would only be a matter of time before someone would
show up at her front door.

Jill sat in the driver's seat of her Range Rover, huddled behind the front
dash. In her slender, manicured hands was a glass pipe filled with rock
cocaine. Holding a lighter in one hand, she placed the pipe between her ruby
red lips. She flicked on the lighter and used it to heat the cocaine. Jill took
a long drag from the pipe. Her eyelids closed, and then fluttered open. She saw
Jason, her 15-year-old son walking down the driveway.

"Fuck!" She cried.

Jill quickly opened the vehicle's utility box and tossed the pipe and lighter
inside.

She settled back in her seat and smiled at her son as he opened the passenger
side door.

"All set?" Jill asked.

"Yes, Mom," Jason said, leaning over to peck his mother on the cheek.

Jill took a moment to admire her handsome son. She reached up and smoothed his
wavy blonde hair with her hand. Then Jill started the engine, and backed out of
the driveway. She started to feel high as they drove.

"Mom?" Jason said, "I thought we were going to the mall."

"I know honey," Jill replied, "Mommy has to visit a friend first, okay?"

"Sure," Jason said.

Trusting his Mother, Jason didn't ask any more questions as they drove to the
outskirts of the city. Twenty minutes later, they arrived at what appeared to
be an abandoned office building. Jason looked at his Mother questioningly. She
gave him a reassuring smile.

"Come on down honey," she said, "There's someone I want you to meet."

Jason exited the vehicle and followed his Mother through the deserted parking
lot. The bushes surrounding the building's tinted windows hadn't been tended to
in ages. Jill absently swayed her hips as she walked.

Her hands were trembling. She pulled open the door at the front entrance, and
motioned her son to enter.

"Hello," said a woman behind a desk, "May I help you?"

"Hi," Jill said, "I'm Jill, and this is my son Jason. I believe we have an
appointment."

"Oh of course," the woman said, "All right, please have a seat and Richard will
be right with you."

There was only one chair in the lobby, and Jill sat in it. Jason stood next to
her.

"Sit on the floor," Jill said, pointing at the carpet by her feet.

Jason sat down Indian-style on the floor next to the leather chair. His eyes
wandered to her mother's foot, which bounced up and down inches from his face.
Jill noticed her son staring at her foot, and playfully dangled her shiny black
pump from the end of her toes. Then Jill let her shoe drop to the floor.

"Oops," she said, "Help Mommy get her shoe."

Jason eagerly picked it up and slid it back on his Mother's stockinged foot.

"Good boy!" A man's voice boomed.

Both of them looked up, startled. Standing there was a tall man, around 6'4",
with a bushy mustache and thick glasses.

He pointed down at Jason.

"Is this your son?" he asked.

"Yes Richard," Jill replied.

Richard looked down at Jason.

"You like your Mom's feet, don't you?" he asked.

Jason looked away, embarrassed.

"I asked you a question, slut!" the man roared.

Jason flinched, and Jill reached down and grasped her son's shoulder.

"Answer him," she said.

"Yes," Jason sighed.

"Well then," Richard said, "Perhaps you'd like mine as well."

He walked over to the receptionist's desk and leaned back against it.

"Kiss my foot," he commanded.

Jason nervously looked up at his mother. She nodded and motioned for him to go.

Jason took a deep breath. Then he began to crawl forward. Richard stayed
motionless as the young man came to him. Soon, Jason's face was pressed against
the sole of Richard's expensive leather shoe. Jason tilted his head up and
kissed the hard rubber surface. Richard crossed his arms and grinned.

"Stick out your tongue," he said.

Jason let his small, pink tongue poke out of his mouth. Richard began wiping
his foot on Jason's tongue like a doormat.

"Is he a virgin?" Richard asked.

"I think so," Jill said.

"Has he sucked a cock yet?" Richard asked.

"N-no," Jill said, "I don't think so."

"Even if he did," Richard said, "He probably wouldn't have told you."

"Am I right?" he asked, kicking Jason lightly in the face.

Jason shook his head no.

The entire time this was going on, the receptionist was watching intently. She
looked over at Jill.

"He's very obedient," she commented.

"Thank you," Jill said quietly.

Richard snapped his fingers.

"That's enough boy," he said, "Go sit with your Mother. I'll be back in a
minute."

With his head hung low, Jason crawled back to Jill.

Richard left, and Jill began petting her son's head.

"Mom," Jason said, "What's going on?"

Jill shushed him.

"Don't worry," she said, "Just do everything we tell you, okay?"

"Okay Mom," Jason said with uncertainty.

Ten minutes later, Richard came back.

"Let's go," he said.

Jill stood up with her son, and they walked towards Richard.

"Turn around," Richard said, reaching into his back pocket.

Jill helped spin her son around. Richard pulled back the young man's hands, and
produced a pair of silver handcuffs.

"Is that really necessary?" Jill asked.

"Shut the fuck up!" Richard barked at her as he locked the handcuffs tightly
around Jason's wrists.

"Hey," Jason said, "Don't talk to my Mom like that!"

Richard grabbed a handful of Jason's hair and yanked it back. He reached around
and grabbed Jason's balls. He twisted them until the young man screamed.

"You don't get it, do you?" Richard hissed in Jason's ear, "You belong to US
now!"

He pulled Jason around until he was facing Jill.

"Look at your Mother!" he shouted, "Look at her face."

Jason saw tears streaming down his Mother's pale cheeks.

"She's SELLING you to us," Richard sneered.

Jason was speechless. Jill covered her mouth with her hand as she cried.

"You can come back with us if you want," Richard said to Jill, "Otherwise, you
can have your check now and go."

"No," Jill cried, "I want to be with my son for as long as I can."

They were brought to a large empty room with a concrete floor. Richard grabbed
Jason by the arm and led him to the middle of the room.

Richard pointed at a single metal chair in one of the corners.

"Sit over there," he said to Jill.

Jill sadly walked over to it and sat down.

Richard stood in front of Jason. He grabbed the boy's shirt, and tore it open,
exposing his naked flesh. Then he roughly undid Jason's pants, and dragged them
along with his boxer shorts to the ground.

Richard saw Jason's penis, and laughed.

"Hey, pencil-dick," he smiled.

Richard cupped Jason's cock and balls with his large hand.

"He'll probably lose this," Richard said, "Our customers usually like the boys
to be castrated."

Jill gasped, and began crying harder.

"I'm sorry honey," she sobbed, "I'm so sorry."

"Mom..." Jason said.

Richard slapped the boy hard across the face.

"You don't speak unless I ask you a question!" He barked.

Richard grabbed Jason's face, and pushed his thumb between his lips. He pushed
Jason's tongue flat, and then massaged his teeth and gums. The young man gagged
as Richard forced his thumb down his throat.

"He's got a nice mouth," Richard said, "Perfect for cocksucking."

Suddenly the door opened and Richard's receptionist walked in.

"Richard," she said, "Troy is here."

"Thanks," Richard said, "Send him in."

Jason looked up and saw a fat, bearded man walk into the room. He was wearing
jeans and motorcycle boots, and held a long bullwhip in his hand.

Jason looked at his Mother, who stared in wide-eyed horror.

"This is Troy," Richard said, "He's in charge of disciplining our boys."

Troy grinned, showing his missing front tooth. He raised his arm, and cracked
the bullwhip. It sounded like a firecracker going off.

"Our first order of business," Richard said, "Is to train young Jason. He will
suck my cock, and every time he makes a mistake, Troy will beat him with the
whip. Too many mistakes, and well... Let's just say that Troy has only had one
boy die before."

Richard unzipped his shorts, and fished out an 8" cock.

"Kneel!" he yelled at Jason.

Jason slowly dropped to his knees, and was beginning to hyperventilate.

Richard looked at Jill, who rose to her feet.

"You might not want to stay for this," Richard told her, "It's going to be
bad."

Jill watched as Richard grabbed his big cock and slapped her son's face with
it.

"Open up!" Richard ordered.

As her son's lips closed around the man's cock, Jill dashed out the door.

Richard laughed, and began fucking Jason's face.

"That's it you little whore," he grunted. "Suck it good."

Outside, Jill almost collapsed.

The receptionist rushed from her desk to help Jill.

"Hey," the receptionist said, "Hey, it's okay. It's going to be all right."

"What happens now?" Jill moaned, "What are they going to do with my son?"

"It's not so bad," the receptionist answered, "Your son is gorgeous. He's worth
a lot of money, so they won't risk damaging him. He's going to be very popular
with our clients. Hey, I have some stuff in my desk that might make you feel
better. Do you smoke grass?"

"Uh-huh," Jill nodded.

"Come on then," the receptionist said, "My name's Martha by the way."

Martha went to her desk, and took out a clear plastic bag from the drawer.

She walked back to Jill and handed her a joint.

"Let's go outside," Martha said, "Richard doesn't allow smoking in here."

There was a loud crack, followed by the sound of Jason's screaming.

Jill froze, but Martha rushed her out the door.

Jill and Martha sat in the Range Rover. Jill took several drags from the joint
before handing it to Martha.

"It's tough, isn't it?" Martha asked.

"You have no idea," Jill said.

"Sure I do," Martha said, bringing the joint to her lips, "I see lots of
parents bring their kids to Richard. Usually it's some asshole father who needs
some cash, but every know and then it's a Mother who really loves her kids,
like you do."

"Oh," Martha said, reaching into the pocket of her blouse, "Here's your check.
I hope it's enough to solve whatever problems you have."

"Thanks," Jill said, taking the check, "I hope so too."

They finished smoking the marijuana. Before leaving, Martha went inside and
brought out a card for Jill.

"Here," she said, "This is my number."

Martha touched Jill's hand through the open window of her vehicle.

"Call me sometime?" She smiled.

Jill took Martha's hand, brought it to her lips, and kissed it.

"Thanks," she said, "I will."

At home, Jill pulled into the driveway and parked. Her heels clicked on the
pavement as she walked to the front door. She wasn't surprised to see the lock
on her front door broken. In the house, there was a trail of broken furniture
leading upstairs. Jill followed it up to the entrance of her 17-year-old
daughter's room.

"Kari?" Jill called.

She opened the door, and saw her daughter tied spread-eagle on the bed.

"Mom?" Kari said, "MOM?"

"Yes darling," Jill said, "It's me. What happened?"

Kari was blindfolded.

"MOM!" Kari screeched, "Oh GOD! Some men... they broke in! Help me Mom... They
tied me up... and RAPED ME!"

"Oh," Jill said.

She looked on her daughter's dressing table, and found another check. She
picked it up, folded it, and put it into her pocket.

Then Jill went to sit on Kari's bed.

"Oh darling," Jill said, "What have they done to my baby?"

She took off Kari's blindfold, and hurried to untie her arms and legs.

"Why, Mom?" Kari cried.

She had two black eyes from her assailants.

"Those bastards," Jill thought, "I told them no rough stuff with Kari."

"Why did they do it Mom?" Kari sobbed.

"I don't know," Jill said, cupping her child's head in her arms, "I don't
know."

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