Chapters (so far):
One | Two | Three | Four | Five | Six | Seven | Eight | Nine | Ten | Eleven | Twelve | Thirteen
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When Melissa finally had her cunt raped by her own son, and felt him ejaculate inside her, she knew it was her own fault. After all, she had asked for it – begged for it, in fact – but, more importantly, it had happened because she had defied him, and tried to fight him, and a cow like her should never, ever say no to a man.
The spark of rebellion had developed during those long hours on the milking and fucking frame, as Melissa had hung suspended in the dark, with the suction cups rhythmically and agonisingly demanding that her udder produce milk, and with the hated anal dildo penetrating her anus again and again, making her feel dirty and degraded.
Ethan’s father, long ago, had discovered Melissa’s cringing reluctance to have her asshole penetrated, early in their relationship. He had encouraged the shame, at first, starting discussions about how dirty and filthy her butt was, telling her that she was a slut – but not a complete “garbage whore” like women who took in their ass. He would lead her into cruel speculative gossip about women who allowed men to penetrate their asses – getting her to say that they probably liked fucking dogs, that they probably fucked their own relatives, that they probably liked the taste of their own ass. At one stage he even printed a poster that read “Garbage-whore dog-fuckers take it in the ass”, and hung it in her bedroom.
Then he began to play on that taboo. He would make her ask permission to go to the toilet if she was going to shit – even if his friends were present to hear her. He would pull up the back of her skirt, and pull down her panties, so that she would go about with her ass exposed – again, even if other men were present. Sometimes he would poke a finger into her anus, and then immediately push it into her mouth, telling her what a dirty slut she was as he forced her to suck on it, her face twisting in disgust and shame. Later, he progressed to trying to push other items into her when she bent over, or otherwise didn’t guard her ass, to make her hyper-sensitive and defensive about anything to do with her rear entrance.
He capitalised on all of this after the very first time she genuinely tried to leave him. He caught her packing her bags, while he had been playing poker with three male friends in the lounge, and he dragged her out of the bedroom, stripped her naked in front of the guests – and then forced his cock into her ass.
She went mad with shame and violation, screaming and fighting. One of the other men had to gag her with her panties. Another held her arms, and a third grabbed her nipples and started to pull.
The anal penetration hurt – and the humiliation and helplessness were worse. Ethan’s father took no care to make the experience fun for her. He wanted her to hate it. He wanted her to realise that *she* was, at heart, a “garbage-whore”, and that all the insults she had ascribed to women who took anal were insults that applied to *her*.
When it was over, and he had ejaculated into her anus, he made Melissa lick his cock clean, and then he took her out to the garbage bin, and made her climb in, squatting awkwardly on top of three bags of pungent garbage. The men laughed, and each took a turn to further her humiliation by pissing on her.
Then Ethan’s father closed the lid over her head, and locked it, and didn’t let her out till the next morning.
Ethan had no way of knowing that this was what he was tapping into when he penetrated his mother’s ass – but Melissa would do almost anything to avoid having her ass violated, and Ethan’s cruel and casual use of the anal dildo as punishment – for the second time, now – gave Melissa the incentive to, finally, rebel.
The specific moment that pushed her over the edge was when she orgasmed from the dildo in her pussy, while her ass was being penetrated and she was remembering her night locked in the bin.
When Ethan got home after school, he took her off the machine, and laughed in delight when he discovered the suction cups had produced a small amount of milk from his mother’s breasts.
“Look!” he told her. “You’re a cow now.” He reached out to grab her nipples, and squeezed them, but was disappointed when no more milk came. “Well, soon, I guess,” he said, mildly frustrated.
Then he took his cock out of his pants. “Present your face-cunt,” he told her.
But Melissa was standing.
“No,” she said. “Ethan, we’re not doing this any more. It’s wrong, and disgusting.”
“Excuse me?” asked Ethan. “Did I hear you incorrectly, bitch?”
He moved towards her in a threatening way.
She backed up. “You can hit me, but it won’t change my mind,” she said. “I really do want what’s best for you, Ethan, and I want you to do well at school – but allowing you to slap and torture your own mother – to cum on me, and in my mouth – can’t possibly be good for you.”
He lunged towards her, intending to slap her face. Melissa covered her face with her hands – so Ethan went lower, and punched her in the tit. Melissa squeaked, and kept backing away.
“I’m serious, Ethan,” she said. “No more. I don’t care what you do. I’m not being your… your masturbation toy anymore, and I’m certainly not helping you violate your aunt.”
By now she had backed out of the garage, through the door that connected it to the house proper, and they were standing at the edge of the lounge room.
“Mom, I don’t think you’re thinking straight,” said Ethan. “I don’t think you’ve thought about how this ends.”
“It ends *here*, Ethan,” said Melissa. “That’s how it ends.”
“No,” said Ethan, “because you are a bitch that needs to be slapped. I think you’ve made that clear over the last few weeks. You are a cum-toilet and a cow. So I’m going to keep slapping you. Which leaves you with two options. Either you can submit, or you can call the police.”
“I’ll call the police, then,” said Melissa. “They’ll set you straight.”
“Is that really what you want, mom?” said Ethan. “To send your son to jail?”
It wasn’t. Melissa genuinely didn’t want that. But she tried to bluff. “If that’s what it takes.”
“But it will take more than that,” said Ethan. “Because when the police come, I’ll tell them how my own mother sexually propositioned me. How she offered to show me her tits, and let me masturbate onto her, if I tried harder at school.”
“I didn’t…” said Melissa. That hadn’t been her idea – that had been Ethan’s doing. Only… hadn’t she been the one to first suggest it, in a way? Hadn’t she asked if there was *anything* she could do to get Ethan to behave?
“And who will the police believe, mom?” he asked. “You, or me? And what will they think when they learn you installed cameras in your own bathroom so you could see your sister’s cunt? When they learn you fed her my cum? You’ll *definitely* go to jail. And who knows whether they’ll let me off? They might see everything I’ve done as self-defence against your predatory behaviour…”
Melissa started to tremble. What Ethan was describing was so easy to see. How *would* she explain what she had done with Kay? She could say that Ethan had forced her too – but would anyone really believe that her teen son had forced her to look at her sister’s cunt? Wouldn’t they suspect that it couldn’t have happened unless Melissa had wanted it to?
“If you went to jail, I bet Aunt Kay would take me in,” said Ethan. “And then I could *really* get to work on her…”
The last of Melissa’s resistance vanished. She hadn’t considered the possibility of being publicly prosecuted for sexually abusing her own son. The shame – the way people would look at her – the reality of jail….
“Okay,” she said. “I’m sorry. I was wrong. Forget I said anything, Ethan. You can… you can use my face-cunt. I was being stupid. Let’s just…”
“Oh, no,” said Ethan. “I warned you what would happen if you ever tried to defy me again, didn’t I, bitch?”
Her eyes went wide. “Please, Ethan, no,” she said. “No…”
“It’s about time my cock actually went into you, you stupid cunt,” said Ethan. “And I may as well start with your ass, right?”
“No!” squealed Melissa. “No! No! I’ll do anything! Please, Ethan, please…”
“Anything?” he asked. “I’ll tell you what, mom. If you beg me to fuck you in the pussy – and make it convincing enough – I *might* show you mercy.”
He took out his phone, and set it on a table, filming.
Melissa fell back on a couch, and spread her legs to show her naked cunt.
“Please, baby, fuck mommy,” she whispered. “Please, fuck mummy in the cunt. I’m just a silly bitch, and I need my baby to fuck me. Come on, sweetie, stick your cock in mommy’s twat.”
She hated what she was saying, and she didn’t want to say it. She didn’t want her own son’s cock inside her. Worse, she knew that Ethan was filming her, and that she would never, ever be able to live this scene down if someone saw it. If Ethan didn’t have enough to send her to jail before, he surely did now.
But she would do anything to avoid her own son’s cock in her ass.
“Come on, Ethan,” she said. “I need my pussy stuffed with cock. Come and put it inside me. Don’t you want to rape your mom? Don’t you want to blow your load into the pussy you came from? Come and treat your mommy like the whore I am. You can slap me and punch my tits if it makes you harder…”
She watched as Ethan began to undress. To her shame, she found herself thinking that her son did, indeed, have a very attractive body.
“That’s right, baby, you don’t need to think of me as a person,” she gasped. “I’m just a cum-toilet for my baby boy. Come over and fuck me. Mommy’s nothing but a silly sex object…”
Ethan came over to her, and knelt between her legs on the couch. He lent forward, and let his cock slowly slide into her pussy. It was only now that Melissa became aware of how wet she was – her son’s dick went into her without any resistance. She couldn’t help but make an incoherent sound of pleasure as she felt it filling her.
Ethan smiled – and, as she had suggested, he slapped her face, and then punched her tits, before leaning down onto her, so they were chest to chest, in the missionary position.
He pushed, and his cock slid even deeper into her twat.
“My father knew this was all you were good for, didn’t he?” he whispered into her ear.
“Yes,” gasped Melissa.
“Say it,” said Ethan.
“This is all I’m good for,” she breathed. “I’m a dumb cow and I’m only good to be raped.”
“Good girl,” breathed Ethan – and he began to fuck her.
To Melissa’s utter humiliation, it was the best sex of her life. Despite – or perhaps because of the pain, and fear, and humiliation – and despite the missionary position, which Ethan’s father had rarely deigned to use – Melissa felt herself cumming almost immediately, and then again, and then again, as her son violently raped her.
At times, Ethan choked her a little, or slapped her face or her tits, or even bit her, on her shoulders or her neck, and all these abuses just made her wetter. She felt herself bucking her hips against her son, eager to please him, eager to cum against his teenaged cock, eager to be a good bitch and fun to rape.
“I’m worthless,” she whispered. “This is all I’m good for.”
And Ethan just chuckled.
And then, finally, after what seemed like hours, Ethan grunted, and arched his back, and suddenly Melissa was aware of a new wetness in her fuckhole. Her son had ejaculated inside her.
“Thank you, baby,” breathed Melissa. “Thank you for raping me. Thank you for not fucking my ass. Thank you for using me.” And she kissed him on the lips; a long, hard, passionate kiss.. Her son kissed her back, his tongue sliding into her mouth. His cock was still inside her. Despite everything, it felt like a perfect moment – like she was doing everything she had been designed for, her whole life.
And when the kiss was over, Ethan laughed again.
“That was pretty good, mom,” he said. “You can be a pretty hot slut when you try. But it could stand to be better.”
“How?” asked Melissa – both embarrassed to have disappointed, and, at least in that moment, eager to learn how to please.
“You enjoyed it too much,” said Ethan bluntly. “I like it better when you hate it.”
And then his smile grew wider.
“But I’m sure that’s something we can fix…”
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