Mind's Eye

Mind’s Eye

By Luckytom

Terry Chambers was a normal sixteen year old boy. That is to say, he was constantly horny. Like all boys his age, Terry had passed into puberty and was now a walking, talking hormone. He thought about sex constantly. He and his friends talked about sex constantly. Unfortunately for Terry, thinking and talking about sex was all he ever got to do. While his body screamed for release, his mind lacked the experience to locate a willing partner.

Perhaps if Terry had lived in a big city, things would have been different, but he didn’t. Terry lived in a small town in the moralistic Midwest. Everybody knew everybody else and what they were doing. The majority of girls Terry’s age were still virgins, and intended to remain that way until they married. Oh, he’d heard stories about some of the high school girls who were supposed to be loose, but they wouldn’t want anything to do with Terry. He was too young for them.

Terry sat at the breakfast table and sighed as he pushed his scrambled eggs around the plate. If he didn’t get laid soon, he didn’t know what he would do. Whacking off wasn’t helping much anymore, and he was getting woodies at the most inconvenient, and embarrassing, of times. The other day in front of the whole class, for example.

He had been giving an oral report on Valley Forge when his eyes came across Mary Jane Hemming’s long legs where she sat in the front row. The super short skirt she was wearing didn’t help either, and the next thing he knew he was rock hard and straining against the material of his jeans. He had flushed red as the chuckling and snickering of his classmates let him know that his situation hadn’t gone unnoticed. Mary Jane grinned evilly at him and slowly crossed her legs.

“Better hurry up, Terry. You don’t want to miss the bus.”

“Okay, mom.” Terry forked eggs into his mouth and chewed slowly. He watched his mother at the counter, packing his lunch.

Cindy Chambers was an attractive thirty-five year old who could have passed for thirty. She stood five foot six and a half and weighed one hundred twenty pounds. She had a pretty face, with large brown eyes, a pert nose and full, pouting lips. She wore her brown hair long and straight, parted in the middle. Her breasts were firm and well shaped and her stomach was flat. Her hips and rear were well rounded and transitioned into long, shapely legs. She was currently dressed for the office in a black satin blouse, short red skirt, and red four inch high heels.

With a shock, Terry realized that he had once again gotten hard. Watching his MOTHER! Jesus Christ, this was RIDICULOUS! He couldn’t be getting stiff over his MOTHER! What the hell was wrong with him?

Terry took a deep breath, trying to calm himself. He didn’t want his mother to see the bulge in his pants. Closing his eyes, he concentrated on anything other than women. He thought about throwing stones, eating grass, anything but sex. Slowly, his erection went down.

“Finished?” Cindy asked. Terry opened his eyes and nodded, not trusting himself to speak. “Okay, then, off with you. The bus will be here any minute.”

Cindy walked her son to the front door. “Have a nice day, sweetheart.” she said as she kissed him on the cheek and hugged him. He felt her warm breath on his neck and her breasts pressing against his chest. Terry flushed and turned away quickly as his trouser snake snapped back to attention. He couldn’t let his mother see the effect she had just had on him.

“Bye, mom!” he called over his shoulder as he hurried down the sidewalk. God! What was he going to do about this? He couldn’t keep going around with a bulge in his pants! He was becoming a joke! He had to think of something!

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Classes dragged for Terry. It was Friday and he was looking forward to the weekend. Actually, he was looking forward to two whole days without the embarrassment of his little friend jumping up every time a girl came within sight or smell. It was like the damned thing had a mind of it’s own! It was getting to the point that even unattractive girls were getting to him. Shit!

He managed to keep things under control on the bus ride home by staring out the window. He knew that if he so much as looked at one of the girls on the bus…..

Letting himself into the house with his key, Terry took his books to his room and put them on his desk. He decided he would get a glass of juice and then start on his homework. Get it out of the way so the rest of the weekend would be free.

“Hello, sweetheart.” his mother said as he walked into the kitchen.

“Hi, mom.” he replied as he got a glass from the cupboard and the juice from the refrigerator. He poured the juice, and as he put the carton back in the refrigerator, he noticed the kitchen table was only set for two. “Why only two place settings?”

“Oh, your father called. One of the company’s vendors is having trouble manufacturing some kind of part. It’s apparently very important, so the company sent your father out to give them a hand. He’ll be gone until Tuesday or Wednesday, so it’s just us for the weekend.”

“Oh.” Terry turned quickly and retreated to his bedroom. He couldn’t understand why he had suddenly become rock hard.

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“Terry! Dinner!” his mother called down the hall.

Terry closed his math book and pushed his chair back from the desk. Walking down the hall, he found his mother putting the last items on the kitchen table. She was still dressed in the black blouse with red skirt and heels and looked really great. Terry noticed that there was a glass of milk in front of his plate and, as usual, a glass of wine in front of his mother’s.

Suppose she had too much wine, Terry wondered? Suppose she got drunk? What would happen if ….. QUIT IT! Don’t even THINK that way, damnit! Jesus, he was really losing it!

“So how was school today, sweetheart?” Cindy asked as they sat down to dinner.

“Oh, the usual, I guess. We had a pop quiz in history, and I don’t think I did very well.”

“Then maybe you should put a little extra time into studying this weekend.”

“I guess so, mom.” But Terry wasn’t thinking about history. Every time Cindy looked down at her plate, he would look at her breasts. Those firm, luscious breasts! His mother WAS a beautiful woman, no doubt about it. He could feel himself stiffening once more.

That night, before bed, Terry went to the bathroom and masturbated as he normally did. This time, though, he wasn’t looking at one of his Playboy or Penthouse magazines that he kept hidden in his room. This time, he closed his eyes and imagined his mother, spread out naked on her bed. When he came, his orgasm was intense.

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It was dark in Terry’s room. As the bedroom door opened, light from the hallway dimly lit the room. Terry could see his mother in the doorway, silhouetted against the light behind her, the outline of her body clearly visible through the thin material of her short, silky nightgown.

He watched as she slowly crossed the room, her hips swaying slowly, rhythmically from side to side. Terry felt his manhood stiffening, thickening as she sat on the edge of the bed.

“Are you awake, Terry?” she asked in a soft, sultry voice.

“Yes.” was all he said.

“I don’t like being in that big bed all alone when your father isn’t here. I get scared. Can I sleep with you?”

“Sure, mom.” Terry said as he pulled the covers aside to let her in.

“Thank you, dear.” Cindy murmured as she leaned forward and gently kissed Terry on the lips. He could feel her breasts pressing against his chest through the thin silk as her tongue slipped between his lips and into his mouth. He put his arms around her and let his hands play over her body.

Cindy sat up and slowly pulled her nightgown over her head and dropped it to the floor. Terry could see that his mother was naked. Taking him in her hand, Cindy bent over and began gently sucking on the head of Terry’s penis. She started to slowly bob her head up and down, each time taking him farther into her mouth. Terry moaned at the wonderfulness of his mother’s moist, warm mouth around his meat.

Pulling up and away, Cindy climbed onto the bed and straddled Terry. Taking his hardness in her hand, she guided him to her opening and slowly lowered herself onto him. Both moaned in pleasure as she settled onto his midsection, his meat buried completely inside of her.

Slowly, Cindy began to rock back and forth, moaning softly as Terry reached up and took her breasts in his hands. Gently he massaged her, feeling her nipples stiffen against his palms. Slowly, he let his hands roam over her. Her stomach. Her thighs. Her buttocks. Everywhere he touched her caused her to shiver and moan.

His mother was becoming more excited. She was moving up and down on his shaft, moaning and crying out. She tipped her head back in pleasure as she impaled herself repeatedly on him.

“Oh, God! Oh, God, Terry! You feel so GOOD!” she moaned as he felt himself approaching the brink. He didn’t want to cum, not yet. He wanted to wait. But she felt so good! So damned GOOD!

“Oh, mom! Oh, mom you’re so wonderful. I … I can’t … wait! I can’t … wait!”

‘It’s okay, sweetheart! Go on! Go on! This time is for you. The next time will be for me!”

Terry couldn’t stand anymore. “Uuuuuuhhhhhoooooooooo!” he moaned long and low as he shot a long stream of cum deep into his mother’s body.

Terry’s eyes snapped open. He was disoriented in the darkness. His heart was racing and his breathing was rapid. And then he felt it. The warm stickiness soaking the crotch of his skivvies, and he remembered. He remembered the dream that had taken him right over the edge. Dreaming of his mother. Terry collapsed onto the pillow and waited for his excitement to lessen. A fucking wet dream. Damn!

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Terry was up early the next morning. The fact was that he hadn’t slept much. After the wet dream he’d had about his mother, he had trouble getting back to sleep. On the few occasions when he did drift off, her image would invade his mind and wake him. He had finally got up rather than just laying there staring at the ceiling, and he was sitting in the kitchen with a bowl of cereal when his mother came in.

“Good morning, Terry. You’re up early.”

“I know. I couldn’t sleep.” He was watching his mother as she made a pot of coffee. She was wearing a white nylon nightgown with blue lace trim and a matching robe. Both were fairly short and stopped a little higher than mid-thigh, showing quite a bit of his mother’s great legs. He had seen her in this outfit before, but for the first time he noticed that he could just make out the outline of her nipples through the material.

“What was the problem? Do you have something on your mind?” Cindy asked.

Yeah. Fucking the shit out of you, mom. “No, nothing. Just one of those nights, I guess.”

Cindy poured a cup of coffee and sat down opposite Terry. She crossed her legs and the robe slipped open as the nightgown rode a little further up her legs. She didn’t notice, but Terry did. Damn, she had great legs! Terry also noticed that the material at her shoulders had pulled a little tighter, causing the outline of her nipples to be even more pronounced. He felt the butterflies in his stomach as his dick swelled and thickened.

“I’ve got to go to the mall today, Terry. I have to find something for Evelyn’s baby shower, and I need a few things for myself. I know you said you wanted to check the music store for that new CD you’ve been wanting. Do you want to go along?”

Terry was only listening to her with half his mind. The other half was day dreaming. He was visualizing gabbing his mother and throwing her to the kitchen floor, right here and now. He imagined tearing that robe and gown from her, leaving her naked on the cold tiles. He saw himself sucking on those marvelous nipples, rubbing his hands over every inch of her. He envisioned himself pinning her down, driving his dick into her trembling body. Humping her over and over until he finally filled her with his cum.

“Sure, mom. Maybe I’ll check out the video store, too. I haven’t picked up a new movie in awhile.”

“Great. Say about ten o’clock? That will give us both time for showers.”

Showers. Yeah, showers. Terry envisioned his mother in the shower, naked and glistening with water droplets. He imagined getting into the shower with her, holding her arms behind her back while he buried his face in her tits. He could almost feel her moist, velvety softness as he imagined driving himself into her while he pinned her to the wall. He imagined the water pelting their bodies as he buried himself repeatedly in her until he finally climaxed inside of her.

“Ten o’clock sounds good to me, mom. I’ll be ready.”

Ready? Shit! I’m ready right now. Ready to screw you silly! Terry watched as Cindy walked to the coffee maker to refill her cup. God, she was so SEXY! He saw himself moving up behind her, reaching around her with both arms and cupping her breasts in his hands. He imagined her moaning and leaning back against him, welcoming his ministrations. He envisioned her holding the counter with both hands as he pushed her panties down and entered her from the rear. He imagined her moaning and wriggling against him as he shot his load into her bowels.

“Well, I’m going to hit the shower.” Cindy put her cup in the sink and left the kitchen. Terry sighed as his swollen meat pressed against his shorts.

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Terry was sitting in the car when his mother came out of the house. She was wearing a white nylon sleeveless top, light blue denim mini skirt with a white belt, light tan pantyhose and white sandals with three inch heels. She looked spectacular, and Terry felt the butterflies once more flitting around his stomach. As she opened the driver’s door of the car and stepped in, Terry had a marvelous view of her long, lovely legs. When she was sitting, the hem of her skirt stopped barely two inches below her crotch. He was stiff almost immediately.

Cindy pulled the seat belt - shoulder harness across her body and buckled it. The diagonal shoulder strap ran between her breasts, flattening the material of her top and making her breasts stand out even more. Terry watched her out of the corner of his eye, checking the outline of her breasts and the shape of her legs. God, she was just so … so … Terry was lost for words.

In his mind, he unbuckled her seat belt and pulled her to him. She tried to push him away, but she wasn’t strong enough. Terry imagined locking his lips to hers, his tongue darting into her mouth as his hand kneaded her breast. He saw himself turn farther, pulling his mother with him, forcing her to lay down on the car seat. Her skirt was hiked up around her waist. His hand was between her legs, twisting and pulling at the material of her pantyhose until it shredded, leaving her exposed to him. He visualized himself mounting her, pushing into her as she pleaded with him to stop. And then he was driving, driving into her repeatedly, making her twitch and jump with each penetration. He saw her lips part slightly, her eyes fill with tears, and then he was cumming, shooting long streams into her as she trembled underneath him.

“Okay, Terry.” He realized that they were now parked in the mall parking lot. “I know that you have no interest in shower gifts for Evelyn, so you go on to the music and video stores. We’ll meet in, say, two hours at Baskin Robbins. Maybe we’ll have some ice cream before we go home.”

“Okay, mom. Two hours.” They got out of the car and walked to the mall entrance together. When they parted, Terry watched his mother walk away, admiring the sway of her hips. He took a deep breath to calm himself, then headed for the music store.

Two hours and ten minutes later, Terry met his mother. He had found two CDs and a movie, and she had found the items she wanted. After having an ice cream, Terry picked up his own package and one of his mother’s two large shopping bags. Cindy picked up the other bag and they left the mall. Crossing the parking lot, the click-click-click of his mother’s heels on the pavement reminded Terry of how sexy she looked in the outfit she was wearing.

When they reached the car, Cindy opened the trunk and bent over to place her package in a position that wouldn’t allow it to shift around while she drove. Terry saw the curve of her rear tapering into those long legs, and he felt his excitement growing. He looked around. No one could see them behind the car.

Grabbing one of her arms, he twisted it up behind her back, forcing her to bend farther into the trunk. With his free hand, he shoved her mini skirt up around her hips, then grabbed the waist band of her pantyhose and pulled them down around her thighs. She tried to break free, to twist away from him, but it was useless. He ignored her tears and her pleas as he pulled his rock hard dick out and pressed it against her rectum. Cindy groaned in pain as he crammed himself deep into her bowels and began viciously fucking her. He held her arm with one hand while his other roamed over her. He rubbed her nylon encased thighs and reached around farther to play with her clit. Her quivering, trembling body was more than he could stand. Driving into her frantically, he began spraying her bowels with his thick, hot fluids.

“Terry! Did you hear me?”

“What? Oh, sorry, mom. I guess my mind was wandering.” Terry said as he handed the other package to Cindy. She arranged the package and closed the trunk. After they both got into the car, Cindy started the engine and pulled out of the lot.

“So who is she?” Cindy asked coyly.

“Who is who?” Terry asked. What did his mother mean?

“Oh, come on, Terry. When a young man loses sleep and is as distracted as you’ve been, there’s normally a girl at the heart of the problem. So who is she?”

“Just someone I … like. It’s no big deal.”

“So are you going to do anything about it?”

“I … don’t think so, mom. I don’t think she would … be interested.”

“Oh Terry, that’s not the way to think. You’re a really special young man. You’re cute, you’re funny, you’re interesting. Any girl would be flattered to have you interested in them.”

“I’m not so sure that’s true, mom. At least in this case.”

“Don’t be silly, Terry. I can’t think of any girl who wouldn’t at least want to get to know you before making up her mind.”

“Sometimes … sometimes you just … know, mom. You just know that she wouldn’t … appreciate it.” Terry surreptitiously studied his mother out of the corner of his eye. The firm, high breasts, the flat stomach, the short denim mini skirt, those long, shapely legs and the white high heeled sandals. God, he was so turned on!

“Terry, trust me. As you go through life, you’re going to find out certain things. One of them is that the worst thing in life is ‘what if?’. That happens when there’s something you really want, and you don’t try for it. You end up wondering ‘what if’ for the rest of your life. You end up beating yourself up because you never know what might have happened if you had only tried.”

“You mean I should … should … go for it?”

“Let me ask you, Terry, is this girl important to you? Is being with her important to you?”

“God, yes, mom. You don’t know how important she is to me.”

“Then yes, you should go for it. If being with her is really that important to you, then you shouldn’t let anything stand in your way.” Cindy pulled into the driveway and pressed the button on the remote to open the garage. Pulling in, she pressed the button again to lower the door before switching off the engine. Cindy turned sideways to face her son, her right leg curled onto the seat with her right ankle under her left knee.

“Seriously, Terry. Don’t spend your life wondering about what might have been. Life is just too short for that. If you really want this girl, then go after her.”

“Do you really think … I should?”

“Absolutely! Don’t let anything stand in your way.”

Terry leaned over and wrapped his arms around his mother, pulling her to him in a tight hug. Cindy put her arms around her son and hugged him in return.

“Thanks, mom. Without your encouragement, I never would have been able to … you know.”

“You’re welcome, Terry. That’s what mothers are for, you know. We always try to … Terry! What are you doing?”

Terry’s right hand had traveled down his mother’s back, across her hip and was now rubbing her nylon encased thigh. His teeth were gently nibbling the side of Cindy’s neck. “I’m doing what you said, mom. I’m going for it!”

Cindy’s eyes bulged as she realized what Terry had said. “What? You mean … Terry, not ME? You weren’t … weren’t talking about ME?”

“Damn straight, mom! You’ve got no idea how long I’ve wanted you. How long I’ve wanted to have you.”

“Terry! STOP it!” she cried out as he reached under her skirt and grabbed her crotch. She grabbed his wrist in both hands and tried pushing it out from under her skirt. She was twisting her hips as she attempted to move away from her son’s hand. “Stop it, Terry! For God’s sake, STOP it! I’m your MOTHER! You can’t DO this!”

“You told me not to let anything stand in my way, mom. Remember?” Terry had pushed her backwards, pinning her in the corner formed by the seat and the door.

“I didn’t mean … nnnuuhhh … mean ME! Let … GO! You can’t … DO this!” Cindy was fighting for all she was worth. She had to stop Terry somehow. She felt him twisting and pulling at the crotch of her pantyhose. Her legs had somehow gotten over top of her son’s, and she was kicking uselessly in the air as she felt the material at her crotch give way and tear open.

“Oh God, Terry, STOP it!” she screamed as her son forced his way between her legs. Tears burned her eyes as the horror of what was happening registered on her shocked mind. Her son was trying to rape her! She tried hitting him, but he pushed her farther into the corner, limiting how much she could resist.

“NO! Please NO!” she cried out as she felt him push the crotch of her panties aside and press his penis against her vagina. She felt him forcing her open as he started to penetrate her, moving deeper into her with each thrust of his hips. “You … you can’t … nnnuuhhh … DO this! Please … Terry … nnnuuhhh … please STOP!”

“Oh shit, mom! Oh shit! You feel … so … so GOOD!” Terry moaned as he drove still deeper into his mother’s trembling body. His right hand was kneading her left breast as he fucked his way farther into her. He had almost completely penetrated her.

Cindy knew she had to stop him. She couldn’t let her son finish raping her. She needed room, room to fight. Terry had his mouth locked to hers, his tongue pushing it’s way into her even as he finally buried his penis completely inside her. She felt him driving repeatedly into her as she scrabbled blindly for the door handle. Finding the handle, she jerked it, but nothing happened. The lock! The door was still locked.

“Get OUT! Get OUT of me! You can’t … ooohhhhh … DO this!” Cindy cried out as Terry buried his face against the right side of her neck. She could see the door now from the corner of her eye, and her hand flashed out and hit the control to unlock the door. She heard the lock disengage, and as her son continued plowing into her, she jerked the door handle again. This time the door flew open behind her, and Cindy felt herself falling backwards, out of the car.

The sudden opening of the car door caught Terry by surprise, and he toppled out of the car along with his mother. Cindy felt his penis slip out of her as they fell. Landing hard on the garage floor, Cindy scrambled to her feet and tried to run for the side door. It was never locked, and if she could get outside, she would be safe.

Terry had also gained his feet and was in pursuit of her. Cindy had her hand on the doorknob and had started pulling the door open when he slammed into her from behind, forcing the door closed as he drove her into it. Spinning her around and slamming her against the wall, Terry grabbed the neck of her nylon top with both hands and jerked down, tearing the front out and exposing her white satin bra. Peeling the remnants of her top from her, he threw it to the garage floor.

“Oh God, leave me ALONE!” Cindy pleaded as he pinned her to the wall with his body. His hands were all over her, rubbing and squeezing. She felt his right hand snake between her legs and felt his fingers force their way inside of her. His left hand was fondling her ass. “God, STOP it! Don’t DO that!”

“Please stop it! Please, PLEASE stop it!” Cindy pleaded as she ineffectually tried to push him away. His weight leaning against her was more than she could overcome.

“NO!” she screamed as Terry shoved a finger into her rectum. She felt a wave of disgust wash over her as her son pumped fingers into both of her holes. “That HURTS! No more! PLEASE Terry, no more!”

In desperation, Cindy lifted her right leg high and stomped down, driving the heel of her shoe into Terry’s instep. Terry screamed and lurched backwards, freeing his mother as he did. Seizing the opportunity, Cindy grabbed a bicycle tire pump from the shelf next to her. Grasping it in both hands, she swung it as hard as she could, slamming it against the side of Terry’s head. Staggering sideways, Terry dropped to his knees, holding his head in his hands.

Dropping the tire pump, Cindy ran to the door connecting the garage to the house. Grabbing the doorknob, she realized with a shock that the door was still locked. Her keys! Where were her keys? In the car! They were still hanging in the ignition switch.

Terry was still on his knees, dazed by the blow to his head. Cindy lunged into the car and grabbed the keys from the ignition. As she backed out of the car, Terry slammed into her from behind, landing on her back as he drove her face down onto the seat.

Terry jerked his mother’s skirt up around her waist and snaked his hand between them. Grabbing his cock, he guided it to Cindy’s rectum.

“Not there! Oh God please not there!” Cindy begged as her son began forcing his dick up her ass. She twisted her body and kicked uselessly with her legs in a futile attempt to dismount him. The pain in her rectum as he penetrated her was intense.

“Eeeiiiiii ….. eeeiiiiii!” Cindy cried out in pain as Terry fucked his way deeper into her. “Please … stop! … nnnuuuhhh … It … hurts! … Dear God … it … it hurts!”

Terry felt his mother jerk and her muscles tighten as her finally drove the full length of his shaft into her bowels. Her body trembled as he brutally used her. He could see her face contorted in pain, her brow furrowed, her eyes squeezed shut, her teeth grinding together.

“Oh shit!” he moaned in her ear. “You are so tight, mom! You are so fucking tight!”

Cindy couldn’t believe that this was happening to her. Pinned face down in her own car with her son sodomizing her! She felt humiliated and betrayed. She felt dirty. The minutes crawled slowly by as Terry violated her. The pain was becoming more than she could bear.

“Please … Terry! … Please … stop it!” she whimpered as the brutal rape continued. She felt his hands pushing under her waist, felt them at the front of her skirt. Gripping the waistband of the skirt and jerking in both directions, Terry tore off the button and broke open the zipper.

“I’ll stop, mom. I’ll stop long enough to roll you over. I want to finish in your pussy!”

Cindy sucked in her breath as Terry suddenly jumped up, jerking his dick out of her ass as he did. Before she could react, he grabbed her skirt and hauled it down over her legs, stripping it from her and throwing it to the floor. Cindy was now wearing only her bra, panties, shredded pantyhose and high heeled sandals.

Terry had to exit the car to get Cindy’s skirt off and she took the opportunity to roll over onto her back. As Terry reentered the car, Cindy pulled her knees up to her chest and kicked out viciously with both feet.

Caught unprepared, Terry took the full force of Cindy’s high heels smashing into his chest. He was thrown violently out of the car and smashed his head against the brick wall of the garage. Cindy saw him collapse to the floor as his eyes glazed over.

Cindy searched frantically for the keys she had dropped when Terry jumped her from behind. She could hear her son moaning behind her, slowly recovering. Where were they? Oh God, where were they? There! Under the gas pedal!

Grabbing the keys, she scrambled out of the car and ran for the door. Her hands trembling, she tried to fit the house key into the lock as she saw Terry beginning to stir. Fumbling, she dropped the keys as Terry stood up, leaning against the wall for support. With tears of pain and frustration burning her cheeks and her heart pounding as if it would burst, she grabbed up the keys as Terry stumbled towards her. He was almost to her when she finally managed to slip the key into the lock. Turning the key and the doorknob simultaneously, she lunged through the doorway, pulled the key from the lock, and slammed the door closed just as Terry reached it. Cindy engaged the lock as Terry grabbed the doorknob, locking her son out.

Cindy knew this was only a temporary reprieve. Terry had his own key, and would be through the door in a moment. Running through the house, she heard the door to the garage open behind her. She heard her son’s running feet as she reached her bedroom, slamming the door behind her and locking it.

Cindy heard Terry slamming his shoulder against the door as she grabbed the phone on the nightstand. In a near panic, her trembling finger stabbed at the three digits that would bring help. Hurry! Hurry and answer! What was taking so long? With the receiver pressed to her ear, she heard … nothing!

Terry was slamming into the door over and over. Why weren’t they answering? Why was there nothing on the phone? And then her mistake hit her. In her panic, she had dialed 991 instead of 911!

Cindy punched down the button on the cradle of the phone to reset it. She heard the wood splinter and the door crash open as she pressed 9 … 1 … and then Terry was on her, pulling her away from the phone and throwing her face down onto the bed. Cindy screamed as Terry landed on top of her.

“Leave me alone! Oh God, leave me ALONE!” she screamed as Terry tore open the fastener of her bra. Breaking the shoulder straps, he ripped the bra from her body and hurled it across the room. She felt him grab the waistband of her pantyhose and panties and jerk them down over her hips. She cried out in frustration as he pulled them down her thighs and over her calves. Pulling off her sandals, he dropped them to the floor and jerked the pantyhose and panties over her feet, leaving her completely nude.

Cindy tried to scramble from the bed, but Terry tackled her, and they landed in a heap on the floor. She fought him, twisting and squirming under him as he forced her legs apart. “Get off of me! Jesus Christ, get OFF of me!” she screamed as she felt him once again penetrating her body. He had her pinned against the floor and the dresser, making it nearly impossible for her to fight. She pushed against his chest with her hands and kicked uselessly with her legs as he fucked his way deeper into her. And then he was buried completely inside of her and she heard him groan in pleasure.

“Oh God, Terry, get out of me! Oh please, get out of me!” Cindy whimpered as Terry rocked his body on top of hers, stroking his meat rhythmically inside of her. Tears burned her cheeks and she went limp on the floor while her son used her. She knew that any more fighting would be useless. She could only hope that it would be over quickly.

“Oh, God!” Terry moaned in her ear. “Oh, God, mom, you feel so good!” It felt like warm, moist velvet encasing his slowly moving organ as he thrilled to the feel of her. His hands roamed over her silky smooth skin, pausing to massage her breasts, then traveling down over her flat, firm stomach, moving on to her delectable thighs.

He took a fistful of her hair in his hand and held her firm while his lips met hers. He forced his tongue into her mouth to intertwine with hers. There were butterflies in his stomach as he felt his mother quivering underneath him. Her soft moaning was music to his ears.

Gradually, his pace increased with his excitement. He was trying to hold off, to make the moment last as long as he could. He didn’t want the pleasure to ever end. God, it felt so good inside of her.

“Uuhhh … uuhhh … uuhhh” she moaned softly each time he pushed into her. He moved his hand between them. Finding her clitoris with a finger, he began to gently massage it while he slowly stroked his meat in and out of her.

In a near whisper, she pleaded through her tears. “No, Terry. No. Don’t … oohhhh … don’t do … that. … Oohhh! … St-stop … it. Please.”

Terry continued stimulating his mother’s clit. He could tell that her body was betraying her, that the physical was overriding the mental. Her moaning was more pronounced. The trembling of her body was increasing. She slowly shook her head from side to side.

“Please … Terry … oohhhh … please … don’t … uuhhh … don’t … make me … make me … ooohhhhhhhhhhhhh ….” Her eyes were tightly shut. Her teeth were clamped together. She was shivering uncontrollably.

“Stop … Terry … don’t … don’t … make me … make meeeeeooooooohhhhhhh!” Terry felt his mother’s body stiffen and tremble beneath his as she was wracked by an unwanted, but powerful, orgasm. He continued massaging her clit, driving her to the brink and beyond. She whimpered and jerked until finally, completely spent, she collapsed on the floor.

“Oh God, Terry, you … you shouldn’t have … shouldn’t have …” she whimpered. How could she have done that? How could she have had an orgasm while being raped by her son? What kind of person was she? Was she a slut? A whore? Her body was wracked by sobbing as her son increased his pace, pounding into her now with a vengeance.

“Oh God, mom. Oh God!” Terry moaned in her ear. Cindy realized that he was approaching orgasm himself. Cindy wasn’t on the pill, she had reactions to them. Her husband always used condoms. The thought of Terry cumming inside of her was terrifying. Suppose she became pregnant? Pregnant by her own son?

“Terry … please not … not … inside of me! Please … don’t … don’t … shoot … inside of me! Please?” Cindy pleaded as Terry’s groaning became more pronounced. He was in a frenzy now, driving into her as hard and as fast as he could. He felt his balls tightening, felt the light burning in the head of his dick.

“I’m going to … to flood you, mom! I’m going to … oohhhh … fill you with my … with my cum!”

“Oh no! Terry PLEASE no! You CAN’T!” Cindy was fighting again, trying to dislodge her son before he could climax inside of her. She was digging her heals into the carpet and thrusting upward with her hips, trying to buck him off of her. She had her hands on his hips, pushing against him. She had to get his dick out of her. She HAD to!

Terry was resisting his mother’s attempts to free herself from him. In fact, the motion of her hips, driving against him, was pushing him rapidly towards orgasm. He grabbed her buttocks with both hands, jerking her towards him each time he thrust into her. Cindy could feel him throbbing and twitching inside of her. She fought as hard as she could, desperate to stop him from depositing his fluids inside of her.

“Terry! Please! Please NO! Don’t DO this! Please don’t DO this! Oh, God! Oh, God! Oh, God NOOOOOOOOO!!!!” Cindy cried out in frustration and revulsion as Terry shot a long stream of thick cum deep into her. Her body stiffened as she felt the heat spreading through her. Terry continued driving into his mother, pumping more and more of his fluids into her body. Cindy thought he would never finish. Finally, with a shudder, he collapsed on top of her.

Terry lay panting on top of his mother, slowly recovering from his exertions. He felt himself gradually softening inside of her as his heart rate gradually returned to normal. Cindy was trembling and crying softly. The shame and frustration, the pain and revulsion, were overpowering.

“Oh, God.” she whimpered. “Oh, God Terry, why? Why did you … did you …do this to me? Why did you … hurt me? Please tell me, tell me why?”

Terry lifted his head and looked his mother in the eyes. “I had to, mom. I just … had to. I was so … so desperate, so horny, and you looked so … so wonderful, so sexy. I thought that this way, my first time could be with … with someone I … love. I didn’t mean to … to hurt you, mom. I just wanted to … to BE with you.”

Terry laid his head back down on her shoulder. His now flaccid dick slipped from her and she felt his cum leaking out of her, running into the crack of her ass. No one could never know about this. No one. She couldn’t stand the shame of having people know that she had been raped by her son. She would have to keep this to herself. She would have to live the rest of her life with the pain, the humiliation, the self loathing buried deep within her. She shuddered as a fresh tear traced a path down her cheek.

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