Seven

Seven By Michele Nylons

Day 2: Lust

Mike slept soundly that night, curled up naked on the old couch in the rumpus room. His mother wouldn't stop screaming after she regained consciousness so Mike was forced to put the ball-gag in her mouth. He was pretty sure that noises from down in the basement rumpus room wouldn't travel up to the outside world, but he took no chances. Besides; after the exertion of handcuffing his mother to the overhead pipe-work and then masturbating over her body he suddenly felt tired and he needed to rest.

Michele sobbed uncontrollably into the gag, her makeup was ruined and mascara ran down her face in dark rivulets and lipstick was smeared around her lips. Mike had left hem of her skirt tucked up into the waistband, leaving her panties and pantyhosed thighs exposed. Her wrists were handcuffed to the overhead water pipe and her ankles lashed to the steel weight-bar spreading her legs wide and she had trouble keeping her weight on her feet. Her high-heels made it hard for her to keep her balance and her wrists ached from the handcuffs.

Michele's business suit was ruined. Her jacket was torn and her cream-coloured satin blouse and navy blue skirt were caked with her son's dried sperm. Her red satin panties and the panty of her sheer-to-the-waist were also encrusted with Mike's sperm; his semen had run down her legs and dried, leaving silvery trails on her sheer hosiery.

She had eventually cried herself to sleep; unable to comprehend that this was actually happening to her. She had been knocked unconscious by her own son who had enslaved her in the basement and then, she couldn't believe this, he had debased her; masturbating in front of his own mother and then sprayed her with his semen. What had happened to the well behaved studious little boy who lived in the same house with her?

Mike awoke refreshed and alert; he had been dreaming of what he was going to with his mother now that he had complete control over her. He couldn't let her go. She could take the matter to the authorities or tell other family members what he done. They would shun and reject him, have him thrown out of the house for his despicable acts.

He was going to fuck her; that was a given! He didn't want to rush into it though; he had some more preparations to make and work to do before that; and he wanted to savour the anticipation of the act and watch his mother's reaction when she began to realise what he intended to do to her.

Michele was awake and whimpering into the ball-gag, her body sagged and her cuffed wrists supported her weight. Mike took in her ruined makeup and clothes; bubbles of snot formed at her nostrils and tears ran down her face as she sobbed uncontrollably.

Mike had woken up with an erection as did most boys his age and he needed to take care of it. He didn't want to fuck his mother yet, but a little debauchery wouldn't hurt her.

He walked over and stood directly in front of his mother and watched with glee as her body stiffened and her eyes bulged when she looked down and saw the erection standing out proudly from her son's young firm body.

"Don't worry mommy; I'm not going to fuck you," he smiled evilly.

Then; after what he considered a dramatic pause he said.

"Yet!"

Michele's eyes rolled around in panic and she sobbed harder into the ball-gag.

Mike stepped forward until his body pushed his mother's against the basement wall; she struggled and wriggled trying to free herself from her bonds. Mike reached between their bodies and grabbed his mother's cunt through the layers of satin and nylon. Michele writhed in humiliation and pain. Mike's erection was flattened against his mother's tummy; he could feel the heat of her body through her skirt.

Mike slid his fingers under the waistband of her satin panties and found the hole that Mr McGregor had torn in the gusset of her pantyhose yesterday afternoon.

"Look's like someone might have been here before me," Mike sneered and ripped out the crotch of his mother's pantyhose.

Michele snuffled into the gag and squirmed in her bonds; the terror on her face was palpable.

"Don't worry; I told you I wasn't going to fuck you. You're disgusting; your makeup is ruined, your clothes are torn and dirty, and you stink," Mike spat at her.

"I'm just going to get rid of this hard-on before I do my morning chores and then we're going to chat before I get you cleaned up," he said.

Michele shook her head from side to side; her panic and fear intensifying. She felt her son's hard cock pressing against her belly and felt disgust and revulsion as he began to rub himself on her. She tried to move away from him but he had her pinned to the wall. All she would do was wriggle from side to side.

Mike smiled as his mother writhed against him in a futile attempt to escape; all she was doing was intensifying his pleasure. He reached between their bodies again and pushed his cock between his mother's thighs; it sprung up until the top of his penis nestled into his mother's panty crotch. He could feel the shape of her vulva through her sheer panties.

Mike put his arms around his mother and pulled her body hard against him and humped at her. Michele squealed into the gag and bucked and writhed as she felt her son's penis nestle in the folds of her labia through the thin layer of satin panty. He pushed back and forth ramming his penis up into his mother's crotch.

It was only the thin layer of panty material that prevented Mike from entering her. In some primitive area in the dark recesses of her mind Michele wondered why he didn't simply push aside the gusset of her panties and rape her, getting it over with once and for all.

Mike humped away at his mother, enjoying the sensation of her fully clothed body against his nakedness; he loved the feel of his mother's cunt encased in her satin panties caressing his cock as he slid it back and forth between her legs. This was so much better than his fantasies or the pathetic `love torso' that he sometimes humped. He rubbed his face against his mother's, kissing her rouged cheeks and inhaling her perfume.

He felt his orgasm quickly approaching and he held his mother's body still; hard against his, and thrust up with his cock whilst slavering at her face. His cock convulsed against her cunt, still encased in the material of her panties, it pushed at the entrance to his mother's vagina. Mike shuddered and groaned as he emptied himself on his mother's body.

Michele shook with fear and revulsion as her panties suddenly flooded with hot semen. Her son was violating her; committing a vile act of betrayal. His cock quivered inside her vulva and as his glans thrusted between her labia it was perilously close to entering her vagina; only the material of her panties prevented that ultimate depravity.

Mike recovered slowly from the intensity of his orgasm and he let go of his mother's body and took a step back. A thin filament of semen stretched from his glans to the front of her panties. He stepped forward and wiped his cock on her leg; the strand of sperm soaked into her pantyhose and glistened in the dull light.

Michele hung from her shackles utterly debased and defeated, sobbing and moaning into the ball-gag.

Mike picked up his digital camera and took a number of pictures of his mother, restrained and covered in his sperm.

"Smile for the camera mother dear," he laughed sarcastically.

"Well that took care of that mother; now for a shower, breakfast and a few chores," Mike smiled.

"Don't go anywhere," he laughed as climbed the stairs locking the basement door behind him.

Mike showered, dressed and ate breakfast and then fed Sultan. As he did these things he schemed and plotted, returning to the rumpus room about an hour later. He carried Sultan's chain leash in one hand and a carving knife in the other.

Michele was hanging from her handcuffs trying to relieve the weight on her wrists by leaning back against the wall whilst standing spread-eagled on her high-heeled feet. She was in agony and sobbed mournfully around the ball-gag. When she saw Mike approaching she stiffened in fear.

Mike stood in front of his mother and placed the carving knife against her throat.

"If you scream; I'll cut you! If you struggle I'll cut you! If you don't do exactly as I say; I'll cut you! Do you understand!" he barked.

Michele nodded; she would do anything to be released from her bonds.

"Ok this is how it works," he said, and went on to give his mother specific instructions which she grudgingly acknowledged, nodding her head in agreement as Mike told her his demands.

Mike took the long-lead telephone from the table and bought it over close to his mother and placed the base between her feet. He reached around her head and released the ball-gag. Michel gasped and drank in great gulps of air.

"Mike; how could you?" she sobbed.

"Shut the fuck up! You know the rules!" Mike said threateningly; placing the blade of the knife back against her throat.

Michele complied and was silent; she was relieved that her mouth was no longer stretched open by the ball-gag and she was able to breathe through her mouth and swallow. She worked her jaw from side to side to stretch her cramped facial muscles.

Mike lifted the handset and dialled a number and placed it to her ear. He placed the knife against his mother's throat with his other hand.

"Just as we agreed," he hissed when he heard the receiver at the other end of the line pick up.

Michele cleared her throat and spoke into the mouthpiece.

"Hello Mister McGregor; I'm sorry I have to take a week's vacation; I have a very important family crisis to deal with," she said.

"No I can't go into details I'm sorry but I just have to go away for a week."

"No; it has nothing to with last night," she said, and Mike's ears pricked up.

"No! No! I can't tell you any more. I'm sorry I just can't come into work for a week," Michele said, and Mike broke the connection.

"See - easy; wasn't it mother?" he smirked; and now for the next phone call.

Mike dialled another number and held the handset back up against his mother's face.

"I'd like to speak to Ms Jones please," Michele said when she was connected.

They waited in silence for a minute; Mike's knife pressed lightly against his mother's throat.

"Yes? Ms Jones? Yes. I'm sorry but I have to take Mike out of school for the week," Michele said.

"No it's just a family emergency that we have to deal with."

"I know it's the first time I have ever spoken to you; therefore you must appreciate how important it is!" Michele's tone became irked and indignant.

Mike broke the connection.

"Fucking bitch; how dare she question me!" Michele hissed.

Even in her current situation Michele couldn't stand her authority being questioned by a person she perceived to be inferior to her.

Mike laughed and replaced the handset and put the phone back on the table.

"So you were with this Mister McGregor last night when you should have been at home with your son celebrating his fifteenth birthday!" Mike hissed.

"No...Well yes...But let me explain!" Michele cried.

"Shut up bitch! I have explained to you in detail how this going to work; so shut the fuck up and do as I told you or I'll leave you here handcuffed to ceiling for ever!" Mike spat.

Michele quickly shut up acknowledging that her son had complete and utter control over her. She would bide her time and then she would get her revenge against this little shit she thought to herself.

Mike rummaged around in the box that he had bought down from the back of his mother's closet and found what he looking for. It was a leather collar complete with silver studs and a ring to attach a leash.

Michele grimaced when he approached her but she forced herself to remain still while he fitted it around her neck. He clipped Sultan's leash to the collar and gave it a test tug. The leash held securely and he tied it to the overhead water pipe forcing his mother up on her tippy-toes while he undid the restraints on her ankles and then he stepped back.

"Remember what I told you; if you try to escape it's going to get a lot harder for you, you old cow!" Mike threatened.

His mother nodded her compliance and Mike unlocked the handcuffs and Michele gave huge sigh of relief and massaged her sore wrists. Circulation returned to her hands and feet causing shooting pains, but it was still better than being trussed up like she had been all night.

Mike pocketed the digital camera, unhitched the leash from the water pipe, and prodded her in the back with the point of the carving knife.

"Bedroom!" he said, pushing her towards the stairs.

Mike followed close behind his mother holding the leash and prodding her occasionally with knife which he held in his other hand. Halfway up the stairs; his mother's buttocks only inched from his face, Mike couldn't control himself and dropped the leash and pushed his hand under his mother's skirt and pawed briefly at her cunt.

"Fuck it's going to be good," he murmured and pushed her up the stairs, sniffing his fingers before taking up the leash.

In his mother's bedroom he locked the door, pocketed the key and had her strip naked in front of him. Mike's cock stiffened as she stepped out of her skirt and removed her blouse. She stood in front of him with her ruined makeup clad only in panties, bra, hose, and high heels. Her laddered hose and shredded panties were covered with her son's dried semen. Michele shivered when he waved the knife at her.

"Drop the rest mother," he sniggered, reclining on the bed, enjoying the show.

His mother shucked off her red satin bra and her large white breast sagged a little under their weight. She tried to put her arms up to cover them but the look of malevolence that crossed her son's face prevented her from doing so.

Michele kicked off her black pumps and bunched her panties and pantyhose together and slid them down her legs, kicking them away from her feet. She was naked except for the dog-collar.

Mike gazed at his mother's plump, white body. Her tummy sagged slightly and her buttocks were plump, but she was voluptuous rather than fat. Her pubis was covered with a small triangle of fuzzy red pubic hair. Mike's cock got harder.

"Shower!" he ordered, pointing at her ensuite bathroom; and Michele felt a small pang of gratitude.

While his mother showered Mike scoured her dresser drawers and closet; selecting the clothes she would wear for him. The clothes he intended for her to wear when he fucked her for the first time.

Michele removed her jewellery but left on the dog-collar and showered, brushed her teeth and combed her hair. It felt good to out of her filthy clothes and ruined makeup. She looked around the bathroom but soon realised that Mike had sanitised the place and there was nothing that she could use as a weapon against him. She reluctantly came out of the bathroom dressed only in her bathrobe.

Mike was still lounging on her bed and pointed at her dresser with the knife.

"Makeup; just like you wear when you are going out!" he ordered.

"What?" Michele asked; not fully understanding her son's request.

Mike stood up and went over to his mother and pushed her down into the chair in front of her dressing table, facing the makeup mirror.

"Put your fucking makeup on; just like you do when you go out with your men friends! Does that make sense now you stupid cunt?" Mike shouted at her, banging the flat edge of the knife against the back of her chair to emphasise the point.

Michele picked up on his meaning and a glimmer of hope set in. If he wanted her to wear her makeup maybe he was taking her out somewhere? Maybe there would be a chance to escape?

Michele applied foundation to her face; closely matching her skin colour and covering up a few of the wrinkles and blemishes that she had acquired as she aged. She liberally coated her face and neck with face powder one shade darker than her foundation then applied black eyeliner liberally to her upper and lower eyelids, from the inner corner of her eyes to the outer corners, gradually thickening the line as she went.

Michele selected a pale blue eyeshadow which she applied to her eyelids and then blended it into a shade of dark pink which she brushed onto the upper part of her eye sockets and then she rouged her cheeks to define the lines of her cheekbones. She then applied a light coating of `skin-glow' face powder all over her face and neck to set the makeup; it gave her face a subtle radiance. She carefully brushed lashings of mascara onto her lower and upper eyelashes.

Mike stood behind his mother fascinated as her face transformed from a pale, plain middle-aged hag into a sexy sophisticate.

Michele finished up with an application of two-coat, plum-red lipstick which matched the nailpolish she wore on her fingers and toes. She brushed her hair again; her brunette bob with crimson highlights framed her heavily made-up face very much to Mike's satisfaction.

"Lovely; now put on your jewellery just like you would if you were going out for a night on the town," Mike said.

Michele fastened a pair of gold drop earrings to her earlobes and a matching necklace around her neck, then she but three gold bracelets on both wrists and emerald, ruby and diamond rings on three fingers of each hand.

Mike looked at his mother appreciatively and tapped her gently on the shoulder with the knife.

"Over there!" he pointed towards her bed where she could see that he had laid out some of her clothing.

Michele got up and padded over to the bed in bare feet and looked down at the clothes that Mike had put out for her to wear. She gulped and protested under her breath; there was no way that Mike had any intentions of taking her out anywhere dressed in these clothes.

Mike pulled over the chair from her dresser and sat astride it, leaning on the backrest of the chair.

"Come on mommy; get those fucking clothes on!" he laughed cruelly and banged the knife against the chair.

Michele resigned herself and dropped the bathrobe, turning her back on the boy.

"Fuck that! Turn around bitch!" he said.

Michele did as she was told and the reached down and picked up the pair of purple nylon crotchless panties that her son had selected for her to wear. She shimmied into them as quickly as she could in an effort to cover her sex. Then she took the red satin bustiere and tried to squeeze into it.

"Let me help you mother," Mike said and stood up from the chair.

Michele felt utterly humiliated as her son unclipped the rear of the bustiere and held it for open her and then closed the clips at the back and cinched it tight around her waist. The bustiere pushed her breasts up, narrowed her waist and emphasised her buttocks. She looked voluptuous and sexy; the suspender straps hung down and tickled her thighs. Her son was never meant to see her dressed like this!

Mike patted his mother on her panty-clad buttocks and steered her back to the bed.

"Finish!" he said, sitting back down on the chair.

Michele sat on the bed opened a packet of fully-fashioned, black nylon stockings and slid them up her legs, fitting the clips of the garter straps to the dark gauzy welts of the stockings. Mike humiliated her yet again by insisting on straightening the seams along the backs of her legs. His hands lingered at the tops of her legs and caressed the creamy white flesh above her stocking tops. His trousers were visibly tented by a growing erection.

She slipped into a pair of white four-inch heels and then she reached down for the dress her son wanted her to wear. It was the white satin nurse's uniform with the ridiculously short hemline. As she buttoned the garment she was painfully aware of how short the hem was sitting just above her stocking-tops where it caressed the tops of her thighs.

"And now for the final touches," Mike said.

He went over to her dresser and bought back a simple gold ankle-bracelet and clipped it around her right ankle, the chain glittering against her dark nylons. He sprayed her with `Poison'; his favourite perfume, and piled on the humiliation by spraying the perfume on the tops of her thighs and under her skirt.

Michele stood still, head bowed and trembling. She was aware that her son wanted her dressed in fetish clothing so that he could further his sexual gratification, but she hung on to a faint hope that she could deter him.

"Ok mom; look up and pose," Mike said.

Michele looked up at her son and saw that he had the digital camera in his hands and he began to take a succession of snaps. She tried to cover her body but Mike was insistent and threatened her again with the knife. She capitulated and posed for him as he directed. The degradation seemed endless as he made his mother pose in a series of sexy glamour shots that soon became pornographic.

"Open your legs and pull you panties down a bit," Mike directed, looking through the viewfinder.

Michele reluctantly pulled down her purple nylon panties until they were prevented from going any further down her thighs by the garters clipped to her stockings.

"Now put your fingers in your cunt!" he ordered.

Michele, feeling debased and helpless complied and pushed two fingers into her sex. A single tear ran down her face.

"Don't fuck up your makeup mother!" Mike cried.

Michele pulled herself together.

"Play with your tits!" he said and Michele complied, lifting her breast from the cups bustiere and stroking her nipples.

Her ruby red nailpolish contrasted beautifully with the creamy white skin of her breasts.

"Ok; go and fix your makeup," Mike said, and once again he spanked his mother lightly on the buttocks.

Michele stuffed her breasts back into the bustiere and pulled up her panties. She walked back to the makeup mirror, her heels clicking on the wooden floor, and used face powder and mascara to fix her face. She half-hoped that Mike was finished with her now that he had taken those disgusting pictures. She finished with her makeup and turned around.

Her son was standing next to the bed completely nude; his long thick penis rampant. The glans of his penis was an angry red and blue veins pulsed visibly along the sleek flesh of his shaft. A translucent globule of pre-seminal fluid oozed from his urethral opening. His heavy scrotum hung down between his legs, covered in a light fuzz of blonde hair.

Michele shuddered; she subliminally knew what was coming next but she pushed the thought away and began to plead with her son.

"Mike; you haven't gone too far yet; we can put this behind us; pretend it never happened," Michele implored.

"I can see how a young man could become so sexually frustrated that he might do some things that are; shall we say, inappropriate."

"And I did forget your birthday!!! I know that's why you are punishing me and I deserve it," she bargained.

"Look! Why don't I get changed and we can get your cake and birthday present out of the car and we can have a belated birthday party," Michele attempted to negotiate with her son.

After all he was only a fifteen-year old boy! She was in charge in this house. She just needed to exert her authority, she thought.

"You can keep those naughty pictures of mommy; they will be our secret. No one needs to know about this, I'll be a good mom from now on Mike; I promise!" she begged.

Mike burst into frenetic peals of laughter; so loud that in made Michele jump.

"Get over here and get your arse on that bed!!!" he growled.

"Nooooo!!!" Michele shrieked; and made for the bathroom door.

She didn't stand a chance; she was a forty-year-old woman in high heels and Mike was a high school athlete. He beat her to the bathroom door and she collapsed at his feet sobbing and begging. Mike took his mother by the upper arm and dragged her across the bedroom floor, her high-heels scratched at the varnished wooden floor as she kicked out with her feet trying to escape his grasp.

Mike threw his mother on her bed and rolled her over on her back carefully avoiding her heels and nails as she lashed out with her feet and hands.

Her white satin nurse's uniform rode up and showed off her sexy stocking-encased thighs; the dark welts of her stocking tops contrasted with the white satin dress and the purple nylon of her panties. Her makeup started to smear as she struggled and cried. His mother looked just like the women on his favourite fetish websites; sexy and sluttish; her dress dishevelled, her skirt rucked up, her high- heels kicking in the air.

His mother's struggles aroused him and he hopped on the bed and grabbed her ankles and spread her legs wide as she kicked and struggled. He knelt between his mother's thrashing legs and lowered his body down on top of hers.

Michele wriggled underneath her son, kicking her legs in the air and beating her fists against his back, sobbing and pleading for him to stop. She made one last appeal.

"Mike; please don't do this! I don't deserve this!"

Then Michele felt the glans of her son's penis furrow through the lacy opening of her crotchless panties and part the lips of her labia. Mike shuddered with the exquisite feelings of pleasure that coursed along his cock as he pushed against his mother and her panties opened at the crotch allowing the head of his penis to nestle in her vulva. The lace around the crotch opening tickled his sensitive shaft.

Mike thrust his hips forward and his cock slid slowly inside his mother. She was unlubricated and at first only his glans penetrated the entrance of her vagina. His mother screamed and drummed her heels on his back. The rasp of his mother's stockinged legs against his naked body fuelled Mike's arousal and he pushed his hips forward again.

"Nooooooooooo!!!!" Michele cried; as she felt her son enter her.

She wriggled her hips and drummed her legs against her son in an effort to dislodge his invading appendage. She was dry down there but she could feel the lubrication from her son's pre-seminal discharge lubricating his glans and consequently the entrance to her vagina. The head of his penis was lodged inside her vagina and his shaft was slowly forcing its way further inside her. She tried to use her internal muscles to prevent her son from entering her, but the bulbous head and thick shaft of his penis stretched her vaginal walls and she had to stop resisting because of the pain.

Mike was in heaven; his penis was now halfway buried inside the channel from which he had entered the world. His cock was encircled by the tight rings of his mother's vaginal muscles and, as it leaked pre-cum, it was lubricating the passage ahead; slowly but firmly he forced himself further inside his mother.

His mother's struggles further excited him; the feel of her satin uniform and her nylons on his bare skin was electrifying; the sensations were better than anything he had ever felt when he had masturbated into her lingerie. The feel of her soft body writhing beneath him was empowering. He pinned his mother down with the weight of his lower body and tore open the top of her nurse's uniform exposing the skin of his mother's milky white breasts overflowing from the red satin bustiere. He cruelly tugged her breasts free from the bustiere bra cups and pinched her dark brown nipples between his fingers.

Mike buried his face between his mother's breasts and lowered his hands down to her thighs where he stroked her stocking-encased thighs and then he slid his hands under her buttocks and dug his fingers into the soft flesh through the nylon of her panties. He grasped her buttocks and lifted her groin up off the bed to meet his thrusting cock. He pushed hard and felt the last few inches of his engorged member slide slowly inside his mother until his pubis slammed against hers.

Michele tussled and thrashed about beneath her son, expending the last of her energy attempting to prevent his assault. Her fists beat and scratched at his back and her heels drummed against his buttocks and thighs. Then she felt the last few of inches of her son's penis fill her vagina and his pubis grind against hers. She had lost.

She realised that her struggles were probably only encouraging and stimulating her son but she refused to stop. She writhed and wriggled and kicked and scratched but Mike just lay on top of her enjoying the ride; his penis swelled and pulsed inside his mother producing more lubrication and then he slowly started to fuck her.

When Michele felt her son begin to fuck her she gave up the fight and went limp. Mike felt her struggles cease and he smiled. He'd won; and now to the victor the spoils! He would sate his own lust to his mother's detriment!

Mike could feel his orgasm approaching and he knew that he wouldn't be able to stop it no matter how much he tried. That was fine. He had all day to recover and to fuck his mother as many times as he wanted. But this was the first time and he wanted to really enjoy it.

He lifted his mother's silken legs up and put them around his waist; she didn't fight but simply allowed Mike to do as he pleased. Then he lifted his face from between her breasts and suckled her brown nipples until they became engorged. He looked up from her breasts and saw his mother's face, her makeup messed-up, but so attractive, so mature and so sexy. Mike placed his lips against his mother's and softly kissed her, inhaling her perfume and feeling her soft body underneath him; her legs wrapped around him.

He thrusted once; and drove his tongue inside his mother's mouth; he thrust again and luxuriated in the feel of his mother's panty-clad crotch rubbing his and the sound of her nylons whispering along his body. He thrust one more time and ground his groin against his mother's, and allowed his orgasm to wash over him.

Michele felt her son thrust and grind against her and then his hot seed flood her vagina; she could feel his penis pulsate as he emptied himself inside her; his semen flooding her until it oozed around Mike's shaft and dripped from her opening. She felt Mike's tongue snaking around in her mouth and his body convulsing against hers in the throes of climax.

She had stopped sobbing and now and cried silently; her tears running down her cheeks leaving rivulets of black mascara.

Mike's body shuddered and convulsed as most intense orgasm he had ever experienced raged through him. He slavered at his mother's mouth as his cock spasmed and deposited stream after stream of hot seed deep inside her. He ground his groin against hers and moaned into her slack mouth. Waves of pleasure emanated from his sex organs and surged through his body as he sated himself.

Mike's orgasm slowly subsided and he lay on top his mother's prone body as his penis slowly deflating inside her, kissing her lipstick smeared lips and luxuriated in the warm afterglow of his climax and the feel of satin and nylon and his mother's soft body against his sweaty skin.

Michele quietly wept herself to sleep; the ache from her ravaged vagina slowly subsiding; the heat from her son's body keeping her warm. Mike fell asleep on top of his mother, and in the quiet of the gloomy bedroom there was an audible plop as his penis slid out of his mother's vagina releasing a trickle of warm semen; some of which soaked into Michele's panties and some of which ran between her buttocks and pooled on the bedspread.

Mike awoke about an hour later and raped his mother again; and then again later that evening.

He was right; this was going to be fun.

To be continued.

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