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Once again thanks so much to my English mate New_Forester

It had been two weeks since Robin had been gangbanged in the farmer's barn deep in the Nebraska farmlands, and she was so ashamed, she could hardly look at herself in the mirror.

At nearly 40, she was painfully aware that she was more then old enough to be the mother of all the boys that had used her body so degradingly that afternoon. Yet since that afternoon, no one had questioned her as to why she was so quiet and withdrawn. She had been able to avoid making any real physical contact with her husband. Not because she didn't desire him, but rather a combination of the guilt, and her feeling 'filthy' after the afternoon of debauchery. Her son Blake had been treating her normally...and she found this astonishing as Blake went to school with the boys who had fucked her. Robin lived in constant dread, fearing that anyone of them might say something to make her son aware of what had happened.

Everything appeared normal as Robin tended her plants for the first time since the "barn party." The afternoon was warm and sunny. Her husband, Terry, would be at work for another 3 or 4 hours, and Blake was in his room. She would just try and enjoy the sun and divert her private thoughts to more pleasant things. She'd work a little while longer, and then return inside to get dinner ready for the family. Unfortunately her pleasant thoughts seemed to center around young men, and what they could do to pleasure her mature body, and lost for the moment was all the evil associated with that same afternoon.

Robin knew, and her husband had long suspected, that she had definite exhibitionist tendencies. Robin had thought she'd outgrown this dirty little obsession, but then had come the stares and comments from her son's team-mates. Suddenly she was feeling 25 year's old again. Although not quite as trim and toned at almost double the age, she knew what men dreamed about in a woman and she clearly still had it. Huge, firm, 39DD tits, the most pronounced part of the overall package that also included a slim body, with long, long, shapely legs supported by her narrow hips and small ass. All of this on a 5'9" frame capped with a face that had won two beauty pageants at the tender age of 18. Robin hadn't just turned heads, she'd caused whiplash.

However, still trying to be sensible, Robin thought that after the latest episode, she ought to keep her dresses down and her head up, and hope that the whole experience would just disappear with time. She hoped so, anyway. She had managed to pluck up enough courage to go to church on Sunday, but it hadn't made her feel any less ashamed, and now, as she took in the scent from a beautiful rose, she heard Blake's voice calling from his room.

'Mom, Mom, are you there...can you come here a minute?' He was still in his room, and Robin knew that he probably wanted a drink, or to tell her he was taking off somewhere. She washed her hands and knocked at Blake's open door, before pushing in. He was a handsome boy, young man actually, over 6' tall and well built. Certainly he had taken his good looks from a combination of his Mother and Father, and he would never be short of women himself.

"Hello honey, having a good day? Are you getting ready to go somewhere?" Robin enquired. Blake looked agitated, fidgeting with his fingers as he lay on his bed, avoiding his mother's eyes.

"One of the guys gave this to me today and I wondered if you wanted to comment on it." He looked at the TV screen and flicked the video remote. Suddenly, Robin's heart sank, the room started to spin around her, and for more then a moment she thought it might be necessary to run to the bathroom as she felt physically ill.

She had immediately recognized the inside of the barn in the cornfields on the TV screen. It was THE barn where she had been gang fucked by all of Blake's buddies.

'Oh my God, Blake! Where did you get this...turn it off, please turn it off." She pleaded.

"Don't you like home movies Mom? Come here and sit down with me, we'll watch it together. If you don't understand the plot I'd be glad to narrate. Let's see, that would be...oh, it's you Mommy. I think you're actually the star. I didn't even know you could act."

The tone that accompanied 'Mommy' made it quite clear that it was not meant as a term of endearment.

"The supporting cast seems to be some guys I play ball with, and now they're 'balling' my Mommy."

Robin turned her head away from the screen only to have Blake grab her by the hair and redirect her face back at the action. Robin felt the tears leak from her eyes and her crying became uncontrollable. She closed her eyes to the contents of the video and tried once again to pull away from her son's grip on her head. What could she possibly say to him, what could she do? Finally, after an agonizing period which seemed to go on forever, but was only for about a minute, Blake turned off the tape, and he stood up to tower over his mother, who was sobbing into her hands.

"Don't want to watch the whole production, Mommy? Well, in capsule form you play the part of a promiscuous, cum-filled, cum-covered, face-fucked, tit-fucked, cunt-fucked, corn cob loving, barnyard a****l, married with c***dren, whore. Did I miss anything? Those were the highlights. Sort of like a movie trailer, or in this case barn tale. What have you got to say for yourself 'Mommy?' he asked sarcastically. He carried on.

"What do you think my Dad will say to seeing his wife and the mother of his c***dren being fucked raw by a bunch of guys in a fucking barn? We're gonna find out because when he gets home I'm going to make some popcorn, that seems appropriate, and we'll watch it together. I'm going to let him see what a slut and whore he's married to...I expect that will be the end for you, Mommy, won't it?"

Robin tried to get up and run, but Blake grabbed her shoulder and kept her on the bed, and this brought more tears and sniveling from the distraught wife and mother. She had always had a great relationship with her son, they'd been friends, especially as Blake was starting to mature and become a fine young adult. In one terrible afternoon, in front of one terrible video camera, she had wrecked her whole life, probably ended her marriage, and was likely to lose contact with the most precious things she had.

"Oh, God, Blake. I'm so sorry...so sorry for what happened...I was being forced, being blackmailed by those awful boys, and I just...I just...oh God, this is so..." but she couldn't finish as her son cut in.

"Then you are indeed a great actor because it sure didn't look on the tape as though you were being forced...it looked as though you were really enjoying it all, Mommy...sucking cock, being fucked over and over again, giving the guys just what they wanted...do you think Dad will believe you were being forced when he sees the tape?"

"No, no Blake...please, don't show your father...it will kill him, and it will kill my marriage and everything we have, including you. Oh God, Blake, no, ...please, I beg of you, I really am begging Blake, not tonight anyway...can we talk about it tomorrow...hard as it may be to believe right now, I love your father, and I love you, I really do. I'll take the day off work, I promise, and you're home from school...please, let's try and sort something out,' and Robin descended into tears again, knowing full well that her son held her future in his teenage hands.

Blake didn't soften his attitude. He had been unbelievably disgusted by what he'd seen at the barn. He had been humiliated when the guys had handed him the tape, and he really wanted to make his mother feel like the slut she was. He wanted to make her feel humiliated, to really make her suffer for bringing shame on the family and their reputation. He would show his father the tape, but he might make his Mom suffer for a few days, to see her grovel, a dog bitch who had been banished to its kennel!

"I don't know Mom. Right now, at this very moment I still intend to pass the tape to Dad when he gets home...I haven't totally made up my mind yet...but I need to hear you tell me what you are and what you did. What you've done to this family...then I might, just might, consider waiting 'til tomorrow before I give him the tape and throw your future into his hands." Robin dared to see some light.

"Oh yes, darling, oh yes...anything, anything...please! I've been unbelievably stupid, unforgivable, and I deserve to be punished any way you want, but please don't give him the tape or mention anything tonight. We can talk about it tomorrow. Oh, please Blake!"

"I'm waiting Mommy, or don't you have anything else to say?"

Robin looked down onto her jeans, trying to hide her face, and having difficulty with the words, but she knew she didn't really have any option. She was sniveling again.

"I'm...I'm a slut...and I'm a whore...a dirty woman who has let down everybody, and brought disgrace to herself and those she loves. I let those guys...I let them...oh God, I let them fuck me and use my body just how they wanted to...and I'm so ashamed and sorry," and the tears were rolling again.

Blake was in control of his mother completely and, angered though he was, he thought that he could use her as he saw fit, especially if he left things until the morning...it might just allow him to release the anger, disgust and shame he had for his 'Mommy,' and then perhaps he might be able to think more clearly on how he would break the news to his Dad.

"Tomorrow, you're going to do exactly as I tell you, aren't you, Mommy? We'll both have the day off and I'm going to teach you what a slut you are, what a whore you've been, and you won't have any say in what I tell you to do. No say at all. Do you understand, Mommy? If you don't think you can handle that, let's be done with it now, and I'll give the tape to Dad tonight.'

"Oh no, Blake...anything, anything! We can talk about it tomorrow, and anything you say, sweetheart. Let me go and cook a nice meal for all of us, and we'll try and act normally tonight...please Blake," she was begging as hard as she could again.

"One night! One night only, 'Mommy' (now when Robin heard the word she felt as if she were being treated like a little girl), but a word out of line or trying to put me down in front of Dad, and the tape goes straight in the video for him to watch. OK? Oh, and I want those jeans, Mommy, take them off and leave them here...don't ask why, just take them off."

Robin looked aghast but unzipped the denim jeans and slid them down her long legs and off. Blake was pissed at himself but he couldn't help but admire his mother's tight ass in the little red panties but said nothing.

"OK, OK darling, whatever you say," and she tried to give her son a peck on the cheek, but he turned away and left her kissing empty air. She had managed to avert immediate disaster and was just about able to concentrate on making a meal for her two men while still shaking with fright.

The evening passed without incident, although conversation was a little stilted, and eventually the three family members retired to bed for the evening. Of course, Robin hardly slept a wink. When Blake got up in the morning, his father had left for work, and Robin was trying to look busy in the kitchen.

"Morning, Mommy. How are you today? Did you have a think about what we talked about last night...I hope so, because you need to be a good little Mommy for Blake today, don't you?" and Blake grinned sarcastically at his mother.

Robin fought back the tears again, knowing that her son was still seething and not in a forgiving mood. She also saw her jeans in his hand, and they were looking ragged at the edges. 'Oh, God, Blake, darling. Can't we talk about this? What have you done to my jeans, honey? You've cut them...why have you c...?' Blake cut her short.

'Go and get them on, Mommy. Go to your bedroom and put them on. I've also put out the shoes for you to wear, and a red blouse. They're on the bed, so just do it. No underwear either, slut. Today, there is no escape Mommy. You just do as I say, don't you, Mommy, because the alternative is Daddy seeing just what a dirty slut his wife is. Just tell me again, Mommy, just tell me what a dirty slut and boy fucker you are. Say it, now, Mommy dear.'

'I can't, Blake...I can't say the words,' and she wiped her eyes, trying not to break down again.

'Oh yes you can. Tell me what you are and also that you are going to have to do anything I say...Do it, Mommy,' and his voice rose to a loud pitch.

'I...I...oh God. I am a dirty bitch and a slut, and I'll have to do what you tell me, Blake...Can't we see reason, Blake?'

'This is reason, Mommy! Get to the bedroom and change...now!' Robin slinked off, and Blake got straight on the phone where he arranged for his mom to get her hair cut in just an hour.

Blake had taken a coke from the fridge and was sitting at the kitchen table when his mother returned. Even Blake thought his Mom looked hot in the outfit he'd picked out for her. God, she had some hot body on her, and those big tits were magnificent. No wonder his buddies couldn't stop fucking her! However, Blake was determined not to have any sympathy for his Mom for the time being, and just wanted to push her as far into humiliation as he could go.

'The clothes suit you, Mommy, so that's your uniform for today. OK?' He had cut the legs of the denim jeans as high as they would go, and from the front the ragged edges went right to the tops of Robin's bare, long legs, almost to where her legs met her hips and, of course, there was just a sliver of material going tight into her crutch between her legs. The red, halter-neck blouse, beautifully thin and almost transparent, was tied around Robin's neck and tucked into the jeans, but her huge breasts were straining at the buttons down the middle, and already the hard nipples were easily visible. The 3 inch red heels made Robin nearly 6' tall, and she was a wonderful sight, and Blake had almost achieved his goal.

'Undo the blouse, Mommy, the bottom 3 buttons...go on,' and Robin gingerly obeyed. 'Now tie the ends together, under you breasts. Do it, Mommy!'

'Oh Blake. Do I have to? I feel so...'

'Like a slut, Mommy? Like a dirty whore who lets mother-fuckers see her tits and ass? Well, you said it, Mommy. Do it, Mommy. Now! Tie them high.' Robin folded the ends of the blouse and tied them together high on her tummy, and her belly button and firm tummy were now on view above the ragged, cut away jeans. This accentuated her big tits and solid nipples even more, and then Blake instructed his Mom to turn round, and Robin duly obeyed again. The sight was again magnificent.

The straggly ends of the jeans were cut right across the cheeks of Robin's ass, leaving at least half of the shapely, firm cheeks on view, and the remaining material was so tight that her ass looked so inviting, the cheeks separated beautifully and firmly. Blake studied the superb figure in front of him. For a woman of nearly 40 years of age, there was no doubt that his mother sure had a figure that was still in good shape. Her legs tapered beautifully, from the high heels up and up to her sexy thighs and then a magnificent ass, the cheeks of which moved firmly and enticingly before being tightly covered by the miniscule denims. He could also glimpse her strong back now that the shirt had been tied around her midriff. Blake admired the superb body but couldn't overcome his shame and really wanted to give his mother grief and humiliation before he would even think about forgiving her.

'Touch your toes, Mommy, dear. Go on.' He raised his voice again when his mother hesitated, and then he watched her bend forward and reach down to the high heels. Her ass looked even more inviting, and Robin looked in such a vulnerable position, right in front of her own son, but there was nothing she could do. Then Blake put his hand on the tight jeans, his fingers sliding across the naked skin of her ass, and sending a shiver through Robin's body. The strip of material going down between her legs was so tight that little wisps of pubic hair could be seen peeping out, and Blake thought he might pull at the hair but resisted the temptation.

'You've got an appointment at the hair salon in 30 minutes, Mom, so you'd better get going. Did you hear me?' Robin was about to rise, but her son barked out for her to remain touching her toes.

'Don't get up. You're going to have your hair cut Mommy. Either you go on your own, or I come with you, to make sure you do it. You want to be a young slut, well, you can have a new hair cut to look like one. Really short at the sides Mommy, and trimmed on top.' Robin tried to protest from her bent position, but Robin grabbed the flesh of her ass and gripped tightly. 'Don't argue, Mommy. You're not really in a position to argue, are you? Really short at the sides, a modern cut to make you look young and trendy, Mommy. OK?'

'OK, OK son, but I'll have to get changed first...I can't go out like this to the salon.'

'Sorry Mommy...no choice...do I come with you or do you go on your own dressed like that...that's how you are, and that's how you go downtown. Get up and go,' and Blake let go of his mother's stunning bottom and watched her raise herself, trying to control the embarrassing feelings that had washed all over her. 'No haircut, and Dad sees the tape tonight...no choice is there Mommy?'

Robin held back the snivels, and tried to protest as vehemently as possible, but she knew her son held the upper hand. At last she told Blake she would go on her own, and slid gingerly out of the door, trying to hide herself and dart into the garage as quickly as possible. Blake stayed behind at home but he wasn't idle in the hour or so his Mom was away. He eventually heard her car pull onto the drive as she returned. Robin was almost crying again when she came up from the garage, but Blake was waiting for her again. He watched her tits move seductively in the halter top, he ogled her stunning, long legs in the fuck-me heels, but he was stunned by the new hair cut...his Mom looked great and the short cut really suited her.

'Now, isn't that better, Mommy? Doesn't that cut really make you feel like a schoolgirl going to school feeling really smart and chic? I expect the guys would want to fuck you, Mommy...oh sorry, they already have, haven't they?'

'Christ, Blake, don't make this any worse than it already is. You have made...!'

'Language, Mommy. The guys even told you about your language in the corn barn, didn't they? And you a church-goer too! I'll wash your mouth with soap if you use that sort of language again. OK? Did you say prayers for yourself at church, trying to forgive yourself?' and Blake managed a sarcastic little grin to himself.

'Oh Blake, honey, please don't be cruel to me...I've had my hair cut, and actually I do like it, makes me feel trendy and younger like you said, so will that be enough...I've even dressed as you wanted me to, and they were all looking at me at the salon, it was really degrading, but now...oh goodness, you're not going to show your father the video now, are you. What good would it do...aren't you getting enough satisfaction out of what you're doing to me now?'

She moved the few feet across the room to her son, who was still a few inches taller than his Mom, even in her big high heels, and leant her head against his broad chest, her arm slipping around his waist. She was lost for words almost, throwing herself at her son's mercy!

'Oh Blake, I know what I did was awful, and you must feel your Mom is a real slut, but I don't want to lose you or your father because you're all I've got. Just say you'll forgive me, please Blake, and I'll treat you like a God for as long as you want. I promise darling.' Robin looked up into his emotionless eyes and could see Blake thinking deeply. He could smell her perfume, he admired the new chic haircut, and he marveled at his mother's stunningly big tits only a few inches down from his eyes...

'Well Mommy dear, you've got one chance, and one chance only. You know it's the 4th of July at the weekend, and we've all been invited to the celebrations at the Jones's down the road.' Robin nodded her head. Every year, someone held a big garden party in their house in the street, and guests went along to enjoy the swimming pool and a Bar-B-Q, there were fireworks in the evening, and it was a real family and friends event. This year, it was the turn of the Jones's to host. Certainly Robin's family had been invited, along with her parents and many of the local people that went every year...and probably a lot of the high school, and college guys!!! Blake carried on.

'Well Mommy. We're going and I've chosen you something to wear for the day. It's on the computer at one of those on-line lingerie shops and you are going to buy it. You've got three days to get it delivered and you wear it Mommy. You wear it to the 4th of July party! And you behave yourself and do as I say for the next three days and I might just 'forget' to let dad see the video.' Robin's heart jumped for joy, and she tried to give her son a kiss on the cheek, but he evaded her again.

'Yes, yes, Blake. Oh yes, anything you say. I promise to do just whatever you say, sweetie, just as long as your father doesn't see the video. If you want me to wear a nice outfit, you know I'll do it for you...anything just to make it up to you. Oh God, let me see what you've chosen, darling.' They moved into the computer room and Blake quickly got up the site he was looking for and went to the bathing costume page. He clicked on an item and made his mother sit on the computer chair.

'There, Mommy. In beautiful white nylon...it'll suit a slut like you, won't it? Order it now and it should be here by the weekend,' and Blake grinned one of those lecherous looks across his mouth as his mother went silent with dismay. This wasn't a 'nice outfit!' She gazed open-mouthed at the bikini on the screen...well, it was called a bikini but it seemed to be just a few strips of white nylon material with little pieces of string holding it together.

'I can't wear that in public, Blake. There's hardly anything of it, it's...it's obscene and demeaning and disgusting...your grandfather's going to be there, and all the local residents...what if...oh Blake...no, no, I can't wear that...I just can't!'

'If it's not here by the weekend, Mom, Dad sees the video, doesn't he? It's the least you can do to save your skin, and keep the family together, isn't it?' Robin held her head in shame again, lost for words, and her eyes bubbled up once more. She knew she had no option and was going to have to obey Blake again, and she took one more look at the miniscule bikini on the screen just to see that it was as indecent as she first thought. It was! 'So get your credit card out, Mommy dear, and order it now! Go on.'

While Robin went to her bag to get her card, Blake quickly went to his room to retrieve his digital camera...something to guarantee his future, he thought. When he returned, Robin was tapping in all her details onto the screen, ordering the little white garment with shaking fingers. God, she was going to look filthy in this, but what options did she have?

'You know your father won't be there, Blake, don't you? He's got to travel at the weekend, to see a client in New York. He's going to miss the celebrations, and me in this disgusting swimsuit, thank God is what I say!!'

'Think yourself lucky then, Mommy. But don't think that Dad not being there will make any difference. You behave as I tell you still, and don't forget your Ma and Pa will be there along with all the rest of the guests.' Robin shivered at the thought, but it was slightly better than the alternatives. 'So, you're an obedient Mommy, aren't you,' Blake continued, watching his Mom finally send off the Email order for her swimsuit. 'Now let's see if you really don't want Dad to learn all the truth about his naughty, sluttish wife. Come down to the basement Mommy. This won't take long!

The two descended to the pool room in the basement, the scene where Robin was first bent over the table and fucked long and hard by two of the boys, James and Jon, but this was different...she was with her son now, and he was calling all the shots.

'No, Blake. Whatever you've got in mind...no!' pleaded Robin.

'Oh Mommy, come on, there's a good girl. This is just for my security and gives me a guarantee should I destroy the video in some stupid moment. Now, just let's go to the sink.' He grabbed Robin's arm and led her across to the little sink at the side of the room. He had already put warm water in the sink and Blake picked up the small sponge he had put by. 'Now Mommy! Relax and keep your arms by your side,' and he smiled at his mother as he dipped the sponge into the water and then partially squeezed it out again.

'No, no, Blake. What are you doi...?' but Blake just ignored her. He held the sponge on the thin, red blouse, just above a heaving breast, and squeezed. The warm water drizzled out and ran right down the front of the shirt and immediately Robin's huge tit was on display through the soaking blouse. Blake repeated the movement on Robin's other breast and she suddenly looked like the winner of a wet t-shirt contest. Her tits looked magnificent, the thin blouse clinging to her body like a second skin, and the water had also forced her nipples to grow even longer, poking out like twigs on a tree.

'Over to the pool table, Mommy. Stand against it, feet apart.' Blake picked up his digital camera and aimed.

'Oh, Blake. Do you really need to do this?' but she moved her body against the table as Blake clicked the shutter. Her feet were apart, her long legs looked stunning in the high heels and miniscule shorts, and her breasts thrust out, seemingly naked in the wet material. Blake moved closer and took one of just her head and tits, really filling most of the picture with those golden globes and hard nipples.

'You look great with the new hair style, Mommy, really chic and sexy.' This was Robin's son paying her these back-handed compliments, and for the first time, Robin felt slightly flushed and proud of her body, knowing that her handsome son was getting kicks out of looking at her. 'Now undo the buttons on the blouse Mommy, dear.'

'Are you sure, Blake darling? Are you sure you want to see this old body in your camera, doing this just for you?' She was both shocked and a little excited at how her son was manipulating her, and she wondered what effect it was having on Blake. He still seemed commanding and dominant, though.

'Just undo the buttons, slut, and hold the blouse open. Do it!' Robin slowly obeyed and Blake clicked away from all angles, getting those huge 39DDs in every shot. They were probably another wonder of the world. He had his Mom bend forward, so her tits swung loosely from her chest, he had her hold a breast in each hand, like melons on a fruit stall, and Blake even made Robin lift and lick one of her tits as he fired the shutter. By this time, Robin didn't know whether to feel ashamed (which she did) or excited (which she also did by now). Only her husband, and those awful boys, had made her do things like this in the past...the distant past, and now her son was bringing those warm feelings back to her body. What next, thought Robin.

'Is this what the guys made you do, Mommy dearest? Is this how they saw your body...well we both know it is, don't we...we've got the video, and perhaps we should get the T shirt, shouldn't we?' Robin grinned at the attempt at the joke by Blake, but it also brought the shudders on again, recalling the events that led up to her being like this...and of course, Blake did indeed still have the video!

'You know they did, Blake, don't you? They've got pictures and a video of me...hell, what will they do with them...they could be everywhere, couldn't they?'

'I've spoken to the guys. They won't be doing anything with them because I've told them I'll get the police and dad involved if they think they're going to have fun. Of course, if I tell them it's OK, then who knows what they will do! So, it's really down to me, Mommy, and of course that's down to you in the end...how bad do you want to close it off Mommy...to seek forgiveness so that we all don't remember you for just being a slut and a tramp...and also to make sure Dad doesn't see the video?'

'Oh God, Blake. You really mean you can keep those guys quiet...you're a saint, darling,' and tears filled her eyes again. 'You know I'll do exactly what you say, even standing here for you, sweetie. I'll do anything just to keep this whole thing quiet and away from your father.'

'Unzip the shorts, Mommy. Right down to the bottom.' Slowly, Robin unzipped the cut off jeans and her bush of black pubes came into view. Blake clicked a few shots off as his mother stood motionless, and then he got his mother to turn round again. As he photographed her ass in the tight material, he got her to lower the jeans to show off her naked butt...what a magnificent sight.

'Let them drop to the floor, Mommy,' and Robin obeyed without hesitation, and Blake got her to push her feet apart so he could shoot her open legs and the wisps of pubes peeking out from between her legs and the cheeks of her ass. Robin wondered if her son was becoming attracted to her naked body in front of him. She had to try and soften the atmosphere.

'Do you think I still look OK for an older woman, Blake, darling? How do I compare with some of the young girls at college? Are their bodies slimmer and fitter than mine? Don't you think my breasts are still good...they're still pretty firm, aren't they? How long have you wanted to take pictures of me, Blake? A long time?' Robin was looking down at the green baize of the pool table as she spoke to her son...she could never have said these words to his face, but for some terrible reason, asking her own son about her body was making her damp in her pussy and sending erotic shivers down her spine.

When Blake told her to put her fingers down between her legs, Robin seemed more than eager, hoping that she was winning her son over, befriending the one person who she loved dearly and who held her fate in his very hands. Voluntarily, Robin turned round to face Blake again, still with her fingers playing gently in her pubic hairs and around her cunt, and still Blake clicked away with the camera.

'Yes, you've still got a good figure, Mommy, good tits and long shapely legs...that's why the guys wanted to fuck you, isn't it. You're a 'Mother I'd like to Fuck' aren't you Mommy, dear?' He was still focusing on her body and clicking away, and he could see his mother becoming more relaxed and carried away as she stroked her clit between her legs.

'You don't know how good it is to hear you say that, Blake, darling. Am I a Mother you'd like to Fuck? You know you're a big handsome, young man now...you must have feelings and urges like all young men, don't you? Does seeing me like this give you any feelings...you know, sweetie...do you think my body is good...good enough to want to touch...I said if you forgive me, Blake, I'd do anything for you,' and she moved forward and took the camera from her son's hands. Robin couldn't believe she was saying these things to her own son, moving her half naked body up close, fully ready to accept whatever her son wanted to do with her.

'You really want me to, don't you, Mommy? You really are telling me to use you just how I want, aren't you?'

'Oh, God, Blake. I'm not asking you to anything! I want you to forgive me, and destroy the horrible evidence of those awful hours in the barn. If you want to do whatever you want to with me, then I won't complain, and I'll try and let you enjoy just whatever you want to. If you want to have me...' but Blake brought her down to earth again.

'I'm not going to touch you, Mommy, because you're going to pay all week, like I told you. But you are a MILF and you're going to tell me that you are. You're going to behave like a good girl and a slut, and at the weekend, we're going to the party and you will be a good girl there, too. Do you understand, slut? It's the only way...and I mean it...it's the only way you're going to avoid dad seeing the video and the guys putting it on the net. Understand?'

'Oh Blake...you're being so kind to me...I'd understand if you wanted to be nasty to me and make me feel cheap and sluttish again...if you wanted to...you know...take advantage of what I had done to you and your father, and touch...,' but Robin couldn't finish what she was about to say, not to her own son, but Blake had certainly got the message. Robin's erotic state had her totally confused as to her desired intentions, but she put it out of her mind as Blake was quite clear what she had to do between now and the 4th July celebrations, and she was going to try her hardest to see that she obeyed him to the letter.

'Right, Mommy, take the blouse right off and lay on the carpet, on your back. Do it now!' Her torment still wasn't over for the day, and Robin wondered what her son planned now. She slipped off the blouse and lay down naked on the basement carpet. Blake took a seat and sat behind his Mother, so she couldn't see him. 'Now I want to hear Mommy what exactly you did for those guys in the corn barn...oh and keep rubbing your fanny, Mommy, there's a good dear.' God, this was the thing of nightmares for Robin...laying naked on her carpet and playing with her cunt while her own son sat back and just watched...and yet she had somehow got used to the idea, and it had even become warm and stimulating to her itching body.

'Do I have to really recall it all, Blake...you've got it on the vid...,' but Blake told her to cut the crap and start speaking. Robin also began to rub her vagina again, as instructed, although it only continued to increase the warm feelings that had begun to rise in her loins.

'They stripped me, darling, they got me naked and put me on the bail of corn...oh do I have to, Blake...they all played with me, didn't they, rubbing and grabbing my boobs, my hair and legs. They put their fingers up ...up my...you know...they played with me all over, squeezed my bottom, I had to suck them, and make them...make them...well, suck them 'til the end, and...'

Blake's own cock was now hard as a rock in his shorts as he listened to his mother recounting her tale, and he watched her slide her fingers all over her cunt, watching her juices build up and run down her engorged lips.

'Bend your knees up, Mommy. Go on. I want to hear it all. You sucked them didn't you, and they splashed right in your mouth, didn't they Mommy? Say it, slut. Everything!'

'Yes...yes, They splashed in my mouth, they...they put their cocks in me and they all fucked me and...'

'Were they big Mommy? Did they have big cocks going right inside you...you really liked that Mommy, didn't you?' Already Blake was feeling sort of embarrassed as his own cock was rising like a flag pole in his shorts, and he could see his Mom's fingers really concentrating between her legs, rubbing her clit hard and sliding her fingers between the soaking lips of her opening cunt...there was no doubt Robin was getting turned on at describing the terrible events to her son?

'God, yes, Blake. They were big, young and horny and so much bigger than your dad. They were right up inside me, and they...they fucked me hard and...' and her fingers were going up and down on her clit like a piston. 'Blake, Blake, please, please...what do you want...is this turning you on, honey, is this making you hard, darling...look what you've done to me again.' Blake indeed was hard at watching his mother naked on the floor, but he felt a mixture of disgust and excitement and only just resisted the temptation to move forward and touch her, or even get his cock out. This would only be giving in to the easy temptation, making him as bad as she was, and fucking his own mother would be even worse than what she had done. He wanted her still under his control for the 4th July party, so he could have more fun at her expense, so he just made her carry on with the account.

'Then they fucked you with an ear of corn, Mommy...tell me what they did, go on.' Robin was past caring what she was saying, and related how James had got a huge corn cob and slid it up her cunt.

'They pushed it up inside me and just kept thrusting it right up me, sucking my breasts at the same time, mauling me all over until they had had enough...' She had risen to such a state that, as she rubbed hard on her clit and the inevitable orgasm began to wash over her, Robin just blurted it out...

'Blake, darling...do you want me, do you want your Mom...if you do, it's OK darling, and I'll understand...please honey, if you want my...,' but Blake cut in again, still in complete control.

'It would be easy to fuck you, Mommy, but what would that achieve? No, it's not going to happen, Mommy, because you're a dirty slut and you've got all week to be a good girl for me, including doing everything I say at the party on the 4th July. Now get up and go and get changed, slut. Dad will be home soon and I'll let you get something decent on. But when he's gone to work tomorrow, you get into an outfit I choose again, and you do what I tell you again. OK? Understand, Mommy dear?' Robin's orgasm gently subsided and she lay breathing heavily on the floor. Blake took one last shot of her naked body with the camera, just as another humiliation, and then walked from the room, stroking his shorts and knowing he had Robin just where he wanted.

The next couple of days flashed by for Robin, getting ever nearer to the dreaded celebration party at the Jones. She tried to spend the evenings in the garden, tending her flowers, letting Blake and her husband spend time together, and not having to look them in the eye too often. Blake was disappointed that the bikini package did not arrive, and then his father gave them all a big hug on Friday evening, and wished them a great time at the Jones' the following afternoon, before he left for Omaha airport to catch his flight to New York.

'You all have a great time, now, and you can tell me all about it when I get back Sunday evening. Take care, now,' and he was gone, and it was just Robin and her son again. Robin breathed a sigh of relief that her son had kept his word and not mentioned the video to his dad, and Blake didn't make his mother change that evening. However, he was grinning with excitement the next morning when the postman left some letters and he had to sign for a small package. Wow! When he opened the package, it was even better than he had hoped, and he knew instinctively that it was going to be a great party later in the day.

Robin was down for breakfast in the kitchen when Blake sidled up to her and waved the costume in front of her face. Her body froze! Today was the 4th of July and the package had arrived!

'Go and get it on, Mommy. We both want to see what you'll be wearing this afternoon.' She didn't know whether to laugh or cry, but Robin knew she had to do it, just to keep the peace. She had managed to get through the last few days, and she hoped that by the end of the day, her torment would be over and a sense of normality would return to her life. She hoped so, anyway!! 'Put your heels on as well,' Blake instructed. Ten minutes later, Robin came back into the kitchen.

'Wow, Mommy. That is really you! Make no mistake, you really do look like the slut we've come to know and love. Turn round.' The white costume really was miniscule and indecent. The top was again halter-neck, with two little bands of material coming down from behind Robin's neck to slip over her nipples and join the string round her chest. These bands down her chest were so narrow that the voluptuous wealth of flesh heaving on her tits was nearly all on view with only the nipples being hidden under the thin material. It was a fantastic sight for any hot blooded male. The same with the bikini bottoms...two small, string bows high on the hips were all that held the garment around Robin's waist. The material slipped between her legs beautifully, and just about kept her cunt and pubic hairs decent, and when she turned round, the white nylon clung to the curvaceous cheeks of her ass like superglue. She had obeyed and put a pair of heels on, and the vision was out of this world.

'You can't be serious, Blake. I can't go anywhere dressed in this, let alone Independence celebrations...my father will be there, all the families in the street, your buddies and...God, this is impossible. Blake, why can't we...,' but Blake slapped her down again.

'Look, Mommy, dear. What you did was humiliating for me, so humiliating and sickening, and I really want you to pay for it, big time. I could have spoken to dad at any time over the last few days, and you know what it would have done if I'd shown him the video, don't you? You've even offered yourself up for me to fuck you like an old tramp, haven't you? That's not what I want. I've told you what I want! I've told you that we're going to the Jones's house this afternoon, and that's what we're going to do. You behave yourself today, and do just as I say, and when we get back tonight, you can watch me destroy the video and that will be the end of the whole episode. You can go to church tomorrow, sing in the choir, and everything will be forgiven and forgotten. Right? The guys will also destroy all the pictures and the tape, because I will make them, and we can all get on with the rest of our lives. OK?' Blake was perfectly clear, and Robin was in no doubt that he meant what he said. She was resigned.

'OK darling. If that's what you want, and if that's what I've got to do, then I really don't have any options, do I?'

'No, you don't, so be ready at 2 o'clock and we'll walk down the road together. Keep the bathing suit on, but you can put on the cut-off jeans, and the red blouse, and you also wear the red high heels, the really big ones. You've got a couple of hours before we go.' Robin bowed her head and knew that her son was still controlling her and that she would have to do exactly as he said. 'Oh, and don't forget the heavy make-up, Mommy!'

Robin tried to delay the inevitable by staying in the shower for as long as possible, and then fiddling about in front of her dressing table, but the clock ticked by and very soon it was 2 pm. She sidled down the stairs and Blake was waiting for her in the kitchen. It was a hot July day, the sun was at its highest, and there was hardly a cloud in the sky...perfect for a BBQ round the pool...and Robin also looked perfect for it! The red heels made her almost 6' again, nearly level with her handsome son, the cut offs accentuated her stunning legs and ass, and the thin, red blouse melded across her magnificent breasts so tightly, it was almost unbelievable. The make up was dark mascara, thick eye-liner and lip gloss and, together with the chic short hair cut, Robin certainly looked really fuckable and just how Blake wanted her to look. Totally embarrassed, Robin glanced at her son and could see him inspecting her outfit and the way it displayed her mature body to perfection.

'Come on Mommy, let's go and join the party. Oh, and undo the blouse, all the buttons, Mommy, we want to see those glorious tits, don't we.'

'No, no, Blake,... not yet. Do I have to...we're only walking down 3 houses aren't we?' she pleaded.'

'Just do it,... now...or shall I do it for you,' and Robin reluctantly slipped open each button until the blouse was wide open across her chest, showing the acres of fabulous flesh that glistened provocatively under the little bikini as she moved. The couple set off and already they could hear the noises coming from the Jones's garden as they moved along the pavement. There was the smell of charcoal from the BBQ, laughter from people splashing in the pool, and the party was already in full swing. Blake led in through the side gate, along the side of the house, and then they were in the huge back garden. He could hear his mother's heels behind him, but he just kept walking, knowing that she would be right behind.

Blake looked round and his mother was trying to slide in, her hands holding her blouse together, but it was no use. She tried to grab Blake's arm to accompany him for protection, but a sudden hush seemed to come over the proceedings. The clip of the red high heels on the patio turned people's heads and all eyes seemed to be on the mature wife and mother with her son.

'Let the blouse go, Mommy. Let it go,' and Robin was forced just to let the red blouse hang open as she walked with Blake across the patio. She kept her head down but she had already seen many people she knew, and some she didn't. People were in the pool, others were milling around the side of the pool, some were at the BBQ as it was being fired up, and there were some people sat at tables with parasols on the patio, trying to keep cool in the afternoon heat. Patio doors hung open and other people were obviously inside the house, getting drinks or just lazing about, listening to the music.

Some of the younger guys were there and Robin shivered as she could see them taking in her horny outfit, mothers and fathers from round the neighborhood were ogling her body, the mothers with disgust, the fathers with pent up lust, and Robin eventually saw her own parents sitting at a poolside table, sipping a cool drink under a parasol. Blake led his mother over to their table.

'Hello Grandpa, Grandma, great to see you...there are a lot here, aren't there,' and Blake tried to act normally, his mother by his side hardly brave enough to look at her parents, particularly her father. Blake's grandmother smiled and welcomed them both, and Robin and Blake pulled up chairs and sat down at the table. Grandpa didn't speak but just glared at his daughter.

'What shall I get you to drink, Mother,' asked Blake, and as Robin asked for a coke, Grandpa piped up that he'd like another beer, so Blake went into the house to get the drinks.

'What the hell have you got on there girl?' started Robin's father. 'Don't you know that this is for families, with k**s and decent folk? You look indecent and dirty with your shirt all open, and those tiny little shorts. You should be ashamed of yourself.' Robin blushed, but her Ma came to her rescue.

'Oh, don't go on at the girl. We haven't seen her for ages and it's a nice hot day, and she's certainly still got the figure to wear nice clothes. Take no notice of him, sweetie, it's just the beer talking,' but Robin could see her father was unimpressed...she knew he wouldn't be. Loads of guys came by to say hello to Robin, mainly to get a better look at her hot figure, and then Blake returned with the drinks. Grandpa took a slug from his bottle and his eyes were almost drilling into his daughter with rage, but he managed to keep from insulting her again. Robin tried to engage in small talk with her mother, drinking in the smells from the BBQ and watching people splash around in the huge pool. The sun was beautiful, and Blake stripped his top off, then his trainers and he was ready to dive in.

'Come on, Mother (and he addressed his mother more politely in front of guests), let's get in the pool and have a swim. It'll cool you down.' Robin was reticent as she knew she'd have to reveal the little bikini, and that would bring on more outrage from her father, as well as giving other people loads of eye candy to lust over.

'It's OK darling. I'll stay and talk to Mom, and come in later.' Blake grinned to himself.

'No, no, mother. Come in with me now. I want you to!' and his eyes told Robin that he was ordering her to get in the pool. Slowly, Robin rose from her seat and slipped down her shorts, and then put the red blouse on the back of her chair. The red shoes came off and she quickly made her way to the pool steps with Blake. Wow! Her body moved sensuously across the patio, her tits heaved and wobbled in the thin strips of material, and her ass could make a man 'cum' on the spot as it swayed in the skin-tight white bikini bottoms. All eyes were on her as the svelte body moved to the poolside. Eventually, she made it into the water and just stayed up to her neck to avoid further embarrassment. The boys plunged in and made a bee-line for the voluptuous mother, and soon Robin was almost surrounded in the water. All sorts of ribald comments flew her way, and Robin had to endure it all, but Blake came to her rescue as he swam to her and put a protective arm around her waist.

'You guys have had your fun, and it's over, so just leave us alone and let's enjoy the celebrations in peace. Mother is not for playing with anymore...got me, mother is off limits from now on.' Robin couldn't believe her son's heroic actions.

'Oh, sweetie pie. You are my hero, Blake, protecting me like that,' and she looked into her son's eyes, and could feel his strong thigh up against her own under the water. 'It's Grandpa, though, Blake. I can see he's angry at me, and it's worse when he's had a few beers. You've never seen him really angry, have you?'

'Well, that's the price you are paying, isn't it Mommy dear, for being the local slut. You just endure it for the rest of the day, and it's over, isn't it?' and Blake grabbed his Mom's ass under the water and squeezed hard before swimming away. He was first to return to his grandparents while his mother stayed in the water, and his Grandpa immediately asked him to get another beer from inside. Robin tried to stay in the pool as long as possible, but eventually Blake beckoned to her to come in as people were now starting to get their food from the BBQ. 90% of the eyes around the pool and around the garden watched the sexy woman climb the steps from the pool and then they just admired.

The water dripped from her body, the little pieces of material over her nipples and round her bottom were almost transparent, and the new hairstyle stuck to her head so sexily and seductively. The mature wife and mother was hot sex on a stunning body, lusted after by almost all the males at the party. Robin grabbed a towel and tried to cover as much as possible, but she had to return to the table where her father was waiting. He was almost incandescent, now, with heated rage, watching his daughter saunter along looking almost naked in the minute costume, and he was finding it difficult to control himself.

'What about some food,' said Blake? 'The BBQ is cooking now, and folks are getting platefuls. Don't you think you ought to put your shoes on Mother, you might catch your foot on something.' He and his mother both knew it was an order, so Robin slipped on her red high heels and this made her fabulous figure seem even more sluttish in the afternoon sun.

'I don't want any food,' blasted Robin's father. '...Get me another beer!'

'Don't you think you've had enough beer?' replied his wife. 'It goes straight to your head in the sun, and you know how you get after a few beers.' The signs were already there...a few beers always made him loud and bitter, and the sight of his daughter looking like a city tart was making him worse.

'Get me another fuckin' beer, woman,' but Blake stepped in and offered to get the beer while his Grandma went and joined the queue for food. Robin decided to try and hide under the parasol for protection, and this was her downfall! Her father could take no more embarrassment on the family, and left alone with Robin, his temper got the better of him.

'Look at you, you're disgusting,' started off the old man. 'Wearing an outfit that shows off your naked body like some hooker on the street...what would Terry (Robin's husband) have to say? I suppose he doesn't know what you get up to when he's away. And what have you done to your hair, cutting it all off like that?'

'Oh, please daddy, don't go on for God's sake. We're meant to be having a good...' but she couldn't finish as her father carried on his tirade.

'You're a slut and a tart, and you're no fuckin' daughter of mine. Look at those big tits flopping about for everybody to see, and look at your ass swaying about in that little piece of material.' The beer was making him violent and abusive, and there was no-one to calm him down. 'You're not too big or too old to slam you over my knee like I had to when you were a little girl. The best thing for you is a good thrashing, my girl, to try and teach you the proper way to behave,' and he rose from his chair, threateningly.

'No, no, daddy, there are all these people here, they can hear you and you're making a spectacle of yourself,' but daddy had swiftly moved to his daughter and grabbed her arm. He was still a fit man, only in his late 60s, and he had no hesitation, in his drunken state, in hauling Robin from her seat and pulling her with him as he sat down again. Robin tried not to worsen it by screaming but she was terrified of her father's actions. He had pulled her down and across his knee, his hand clamped across her back, with Robin's ass sticking up in the air while she tried to wriggle free. Her father was too strong and Robin was trapped. People around them started to look, but her father was not put off.

'Perhaps this will teach you a lesson, my girl,' and his hand came crashing down on Robin's bottom, right across her cheeks, and then another, and then another. He was in no mood to stop, the little bikini offered no protection, and there was no-one willing to interfere with father in this violent rage. Robin's legs, in the red shoes and the tight bikini bottoms, flayed about in the air, and the sight of her wonderful legs opening and closing as her father spanked her wonderful ass, was sadistically sexy to many of the onlookers, particularly the males.

Blake came out of the house with the beer, but stopped as soon as he saw what was happening 20 yards away at the table. He didn't want to interfere with his enraged Grandpa, and could only stand and watch as his mother was incessantly spanked. He saw his Grandpa's hand come down again and again right across the shapely bottom, and he knew this would be the final insult to his mother who was paying another price for her looseness in the cornfields.

'Stop it, daddy, please, stop...oh, ahhhhh...it hurts, daddy,' and Robin had begun to cry again, not just from the stinging in her bottom, but from the total embarrassment she had brought on herself. Her thoughts went back to being gangbanged a few days ago, and she knew she had played with fire and it had blown up in her face. Oh God, please save me from this...just take me away...anywhere, anywhere... 'Mommy, Mommy, just tell him to stop!' and Robin was completely lost as her mother returned.

'Leave her alone, for God's sake,' screamed Robin's mother, but this only seemed to make Grandpa worse. He grabbed Robin by the shoulders and pulled her to a standing position and then held her arm as he marched her, almost pulling her in the clicking high heels, across the patio towards the house.

'You think it's embarrassing, do you, girl? I'll show you embarrassing! Get in the house, I still haven't finished with you.' He led her through the patio doors and made for the stairs, watched by open-mouthed guests and Blake, none of whom would dare get in Grandpa's way. Robin was rubbing her sore bottom as they went, and there were signs of the spanking on her reddening cheeks, and finally Grandpa shut a bedroom door behind them and pushed his daughter onto the huge double bed. He was really raging now, his hackles raised out of control. This could be anybody's room but Grandpa didn't care.

'Look at you, you hussy! Have you really grown up to be a slut and a whore? Do you want to have all the guys in the neighborhood wanting to grab a piece of your ass? Aren't you getting enough at home that you want fucking by any of the guys that can get in your pants? Well, I'll show you just what happens to women who dress like that,' and he was taking his belt off as he spoke. He grabbed Robin again and pulled her up and leant her over the dressing table, so that the huge mirror faced her as she leant forward.

'Oh God, daddy, please don't put your...,' but again she was shouted down.

'Shut your mouth, slut, and just wait,' and he landed the belt right across the wonderful, waiting bottom...Thwack!!!

'Aaghhhhhhh...daddy, daddy, no, please...' Her father was strong and held his daughter easily, but he was also masculine...and when Robin lurched forward, from one of the lashes from the belt, Daddy gasped as a huge breast slipped from the strip of bikini and just hung there, in all it's glory. What a sight!

Daddy had been taking Viagra for a number of years as he still enjoyed a vigorous relationship with his wife, and seeing his daughter's wonderful breast hanging so seductively, and her tight ass sticking out as he landed the belt across it, only served to excite Robin's father at the power he was wielding. His own daughter had suddenly become a sex object, and daddy's cock, helped by the excess beers and the action of the Viagra he had taken before the party, had gradually risen and become rock hard in his slacks. He became vindictive and couldn't help himself.

'I suppose you think you're a good fuck don't you bitch? Showing all your body in public...is it because you're telling everybody that you can fuck well, that you give good head, and you want guys to use you? Well, let's have a good look then,' and he undid and ripped the bikini bra from Robin's body, and then he undid the pieces of string holding the material round her hips...and he could feel the wetness from her crutch...suddenly Robin was naked apart from the red fuck-me shoes. Her father could see her in the table mirror. He could see the huge, hanging tits, he could see between her long legs at the dark bush of pubic hair and, looking down, he could see and touch the magnificent ass in all its red and bruised glory. He was beyond reasoning over come with lust, and alcohol, daughter or no daughter, and his cock was leading him down the path of no return!

'You're wet, you bitch. Is this turning you on, to have your own father stripping you naked? I bet you're a fake. I bet your mother is a better fuck than you are.' He was slurring his words, but his cock was aching and rigid in his pants as he ran his hand over the welts on Robin's ass. His hand ran down between her legs and, indeed, Robin's cunt was running with juices, and Daddy could resist no more. He unzipped his pants and grabbed his rampant cock and pushed up against his daughter's body. Robin could feel yet another cock pushing the lips of her cunt open, and Daddy was big! He slid into her cunt, grabbed her strong hips and then daddy was fucking his own daughter.

'Daddy, daddy, what are you doing...this is filthy and disgusting, this is wrong and...ohhhhhhhhh Daddy!' Her anger and shame were mixed with shivering eroticism and lust as she rested her hands on the table and watched in the mirror as daddy hammered his big cock into her from behind. The Viagra was working and daddy just kept hammering his thick rod of meat at the open cunt and slid his hands round to grab the swinging tits. He had been overtaken by lust, contempt and sexual excitement for his daughter, and suddenly grabbed her body and turned her round.

'You're a good fuck, slut, tighter than your mother, let's see if you suck a better cock. On your knees...get down now,' and he pushed at Robin's shoulders until she went to her knees in front of him.

'No, no, daddy, please...' but father grabbed her hair and pulled Robin towards his cock. She had no option but to open her mouth and take the wet prick into her throat.

'Now suck me...go on, suck your father like a good girl...take it right down your throat like your mother does.' Robin looked up into his eyes as she gobbled away like the expert she was, and her fingers slowly slid down her body to caress and probe in her vaginal area, the feelings overtaking the revulsion she had initially felt. At least her father had stopped thrashing her with the belt. Her other hand held Daddy's cock and slid it back and forth between her avid lips, and she coped quite easily when daddy pulled her head right into his groin, so that his cock was almost completely disappearing down her throat.

'That's good, that's good. I can see you've learnt to fuck with your mouth...who taught you that, all the guys in the neighborhood, slut? Now get over the edge of the bed, and let's see what your ass is like,' and he moved behind her, pushing her forward so that her hands were on the bed, her knees still on the floor.

'No, no, daddy. Not my bottom! Not my bottom! Please! Even Terry doesn't do it in my bottom'

'That's his fucking problem isn't it bitch? Daddy's got his pecker up now, he's got the horn for his little girl, and you have such a lovely ass! Perhaps after you've had your father fuck your sweet little ass, you won't dress in such a lewd manner so that all the guys at the party want to fuck you.' His cock was wet and rampant, Robin's saliva all down the shaft, and Daddy licked his fingers and rubbed them round Robin's anus before rubbing his cock against the hard bud. He pushed at his daughter's bottom.

'Oh, daddy..., careful, careful, please...!' Daddy relaxed again and pushed once more. The rose-bud gave way and Robin could feel the big cock slide her bottom open. Then he started to slide in and out, slowly to start with, and then increasing the tempo, a little deeper with each stroke.

'Oh God, Daddy...that's...that's...,' and Robin began to sigh, her breasts heaving as she started to take huge breaths as she was penetrated. Her ass was being violated by her own father, but the more she pushed back to meet the pain, the tighter her father held her hips to get right inside her. And the deeper Daddy went in fucking his little girl, the more Robin started to accept that her excited feelings were growing. The cock was touching erotic zones that Robin had never felt before, and soon she was just whimpering like a little pup, the pain subsiding in line with the way her body was giving in to the rapturous eroticism gathering pace in her body.

'Come on slut. You're liking this just as much as me, now, aren't you?' and daddy was really slamming into the compliant ass that now seemed to be thrusting back at him with each stroke. 'Say it, bitch. Tell me you're loving it, and you want daddy to cum right in your ass. Say it.'

'Uhh, uhhh...ummm, ummm...yes..., oh yes...Do it, daddy. Do it in me. If you want it, daddy, do it..., do it in me!' and Robin's head was in her hands on the bed as daddy used every ounce of energy his aged body could muster to keep fucking hard at his daughter's body below him. He could finally feel his sap coming to the surface and he must have been fucking Robin's ass hole for at least 5 minutes. The sweat was across his brow, his legs ached, but he knew this was the best fuck he'd had in ages.

'Here it comes, just for you little girl. You're going to get daddy's sweet cum right in your ass,' and he suddenly stopped his movements and held tightly to the fabulous hips jutting out at him, and then he felt his spunk fire uncontrollable into Robin's bottom. There wasn't a great deal, given his age, but the feelings were tremendous, an amazing orgasm for the old man, and then he was spent. Robin had felt the warmth sliding into her ass, but then she also felt Daddy slide from her body, leaving her just sagging on the edge of the bed. She had been violated and it was seconds before she could comprehend that it was over.

As her own feelings subsided, she began to sob to herself at the realization of it all. The afternoon had been catastrophic, having to dress like a slut, which in turn led to Daddy spanking her in front of all the guests at the party, and then he had taken her inside the house and proceeded to whip her ass and then fuck her over the bed,