A Mother Gets Blackmailed Into Being A Sex Slave For Her Son And His Friends free porn video

Well to be honest it has been at least ten years since I
talked with anyone directly involved with it all, and now
it has been more than forty years since it all happened.
Yet there are some defining moments in your life that you
never forget.

True, details become blurred with time and perhaps some
details that still exist may have come from second hand
accounts or perhaps even from an over active imagination;
the realities of the moments are still there. It all
started the summer of 1952 in Chicago.

For those of you who can relate to the time frame there
is no need to explain further the attitudes of sex and
such topics of the time. But for those who never knew the
’50’s, let me briefly explain the attitudes that
prevailed. First sex was only done by married couples in
the private confines of their own beds.

Movies literally showed no sex to speak of, and
magazines, even “men’s,” showed no frontal nudity; even
nipples had to be covered or air brushed out– unless you
count the National Geographic which showed some ugly
African women now and then. Sex education came from
stories told on the streets by the older boys or maybe
some “seedy” adult.

The news rarely wrote about sex crimes. Attitudes toward
rape heavily ran toward the feeling that the woman was
not the victim but really wanted it to happen, and was
somehow a tinted lady. Divorce was a sin: and men felt
all divorced women were sex hungry because they had it
regularly and now somehow needed it from any man that
they could get it from.

Needless to say this attitude scared the hell out of
other “good” women, who often took great pains to push
the divorced woman out of their circle. Women like my
mother. In general the country was still somewhat puritan
compared to the 1990’s. Oh sure if you were an adult,
there were places to go, like burlesque shows, where the
women could strip only to a g-string. And there were
“smokers,” “stag parties” where whores would perform. And
magazines that came wrapped in brown paper that “showed
it all.”

Now, school had only been out for a couple of weeks and
we had already become bored with playing “Cowboys and
Indians,” “Cops and Robbers,” “Great white hunters,” even
playing baseball. Our minds had suddenly begun to burn on
the topic of sex, fed in great part by the age we were at
and fueled by stories from the older boys in the
neighborhood. But it was my closest pale’s, Red’s father
who set our minds on fire!

The man was a drunk and a con man who had minor brushes
with the law throughout his life. Most of his cons ended
in failure but this never stopped him, and now, unknowing
to us, he was working on his greatest con. The man fed us
with stories of every form of sex you could think of. We
hung on every word.

He even got us a “brown paper” magazine of bondage
drawings to gawk at: no depictions of pubic areas though.
It almost became a ritual after dinner to go over to the
old dilapidated two flat were Red lived and sit on the
front steps to wait for his father to come out and talk
with us.

After several days of feeding us stories and pictures the
old fox had us obsessed with getting ourselves a grown
woman for our sex slave– to do what we wanted to do with
her. Red’s father gave us a plan to capture, as it was, a
woman who we all knew and to then make her our sex slave.

Naturally he would help, assuring us we’d not get into
any trouble. Still as I picked up the newspaper and
brought it into the apartment, then laying it on the
kitchen table as always, I couldn’t help but wonder why
the man was so willing to help us.

There was the usual cup of coffee on the kitchen table,
and with trembling hands I poured the powder I had been
given by Jimmy into the coffee. Red’s father told Jimmy
what to get from his father’s drug store and what amount
I was to put into the drink.

I finished stirring the powder into the drink when I
heard her come to the table with her usual cheery good
morning. She asked me if I was all right– I looked
awfully tired. In truth I was very tired: it had been a
hot muggy night, and having mixed feelings about what I
was to do kept me awake most of the night.

I didn’t say anything as I watched her take the first
drink. Then for some reason I rambled off about the hot
night and my inability to sleep. As she took another
drink, I nervously rambled on. I don’t know why I kept
talking, perhaps I wanted to make sure the drink worked,
or at least didn’t kill her. The phone rang, and I knew
it was Red asking her to stop over on her way to work to
help him– he was sick and his parents were gone. I
quickly glanced at the clock– it was exactly 7:00 a.m.
just as we planned it.

I studied her as she talked– she was a modest woman
liked by everyone and for the first time I thought she
was just more than a bit pretty. She was on her way to
work and was dressed in a blue dress, nylons and blue
heels, with a small white hat and matching gloves at the
ready. In the 50’s people still dressed up to go to work
or for most any outing, like church or going out to eat.
I stared at her as she put down the phone and let out a
big yawn.

She laughed and said that the coffee was to wake her up
not put her to sleep. With that she finished her coffee
and after placing the cup back on the table said she had
to stop at my friend’s house and that she better be
going. After a big yawn and another laugh she told me I’d
better get going and finish delivering the papers.

I ran down the stairs with great excitement confident
that the drug was working just as we were told it would.
Then it hit me– what if she past out on the sidewalk or
something. Now I feared that we’d all be caught, and
began to feel sick to my stomach as I came to the alley.
I wanted it to happen– yet I didn’t. I wanted her to
pass out on the sidewalk, then it would be all over– no
one would suspect that I drugged her. I hid behind a
fence waiting for her to cross the alley to Red’s two
flat.

What was only five minutes seemed like an hour before I
saw her slowly crossing the alley, with unsure steps,
then turn up the walk to the side entrance to Red’s
street level flat. The sun was hot already and it was
still muggy as hell, and I was sweating bullets. But most
of the sweat came from the fact that my heart was
pounding so hard that I thought it was going to jump out
of my chest.

I planned it this way: I’d go in after she entered the
flat. Because if the drug didn’t work, the other plan was
to attack her and capture her anyway. To me this was
nothing but a failure waiting to happen. I knew Ed and
Tommy, was scared enough and too timid to do it; they’d
chicken out leaving Red, Jimmy and Billy to try. Hell she
was as tall and probably weighed as much if not more than
as each of us, so I couldn’t see her not being able to
fight the three off. Besides she was an adult.

As she opened the broken screen outer door, she swayed
noticeably before entering into the small and narrow
vestibule. I heard myself saying breathlessly in
excitement that it was going to work— that is, was
working. Just then I saw her stumbling back out the
screen door. I held my breath in disappointment, only to
see Red and Jimmy quickly grab her by each arm and pull
her back inside. I looked around quickly to see if anyone
saw. But there was no one around to see.

I took off like a bat out of hell and raced for the flat.
I didn’t care now if it was wrong or not, and I didn’t
think of why Red’s father was so anxious to help us. Hell
I didn’t even care if she were awake— I’d help them
capture her.

I swung open the noisy broken screen door and entered the
vestibule–and stopped. The screen door banged shut
behind me and I stood staring into Red’s dark flat. The
damn place was always dark and depressing even in the
daytime. I stood there as my eyes adjusted. There were no
sounds. The usual smell of stale cigarette smoke, and
booze, mingled with the smell of mold — but no sound.
Suddenly in my mind I wondered if this were nothing but a
practical joke being played on me. I felt my face redden
with anger, waiting for them all to start laughing at me.

My eyes were almost adjusted to the dim light and I
stepped slowly thru the inner door determined not to act
embarrassed if this all were nothing but a joke. As I
stood in the doorway, I looked down at the always opened
hide-a-bed. There she was laying face down totally past
out. Red and the others stood around her like the dwarfs
looking down at snow white. Red grinned at me and in a
low voice said she was out like a light. The others
excitedly whispered and giggled.

Finally Jimmy began to shout; saying how she’d be out all
day just like Red’s father told us she would. So far
Red’s old man was right, and now I really didn’t give a
damn if what we were going to do was right or wrong. Nor
did Tommy and Ed who both protested the most, that this
was all wrong. We were all there because of our own
foolish egos and fear of being called cowards and not
“cool.”

Billy had placed two of his father’s cameras facing
toward the old ratty couch at the one end of the room. I
checked to make sure the shades on the two windows behind
the couch had been pulled down, then I looked up at the
ceiling where some nights earlier we, with Red’s fathers
help drilled three hooks, in a triangle, into the ceiling
just in front of the couch. Billy held up a camera he had
around his neck and asked if we should get started. The
moment of truth was at hand!

Red looked at me for my reaction. I just shrugged my
shoulders. With that he knelt on the bed and began to
unbutton the back of her dress. Jimmy had picked up her
hat and had placed it on Tommy’s head and went back
watching as Red finished undoing the buttons, then taking
off her gloves, he told Tommy to put them on, saying he
would look more natural wearing them. Tommy gladly did
so.

We all smiled board silly smiles as we watched her dress
open, exposing her white slip. Red stood up and asked
Jimmy to help stand her up. Jimmy laughed and said she
almost gave him and Red a heart attack when they tried to
pull her inside. He was right. She was a load. Both he
and Red tried pulling her up off the bed to no avail. Ed
and I had to help.

Finally, with Red holding her up by one arm and Jimmy the
other, Billy flashed the first picture. Jimmy was
groaning and pleading for me to be faster; he was about
to collapse. I handed the dress to Tommy, who after
taking off her hat and gloves, took it outside and hung
it up on a cloths’ line as a signal for Red’s father that
all was going as planned.

I took Jimmy’s place and found her limp body to be
heavier than I thought it would have been. But with Red’s
help the two of us walked her over to the hooks. Ed and
Billy had hung the harness we had made to the front two
hooks and were attaching the harness to the rope hanging
from the hook in the back of the triangle.

It was Red and his father’s idea to take belts and make
harness; which turned out quite well. I took and slipped
the straps of her slip and bra down over her shoulder as
did Red, then we each slipped one end of the respective
belt under each of her arm pits, we fastened them just as
we would have with our own pants. Jimmy had fastened the
harness to the rope: As Red and I held her, Jimmy, Ed,
Tommy and Billy pulled her up and secured the rope to a
hook placed into the window ledge behind the couch.

We stepped back and admired our efforts. Here we had this
full-grown woman hanging inches off the floor clad only
in her slip. Her head slumped forward and her body tilted
forward with her arms limply hanging at her sides. As
Billy snapped a picture, I couldn’t wait any longer: I
stepped forward and dropped to my knees and started to
pull down her slip.

As I pulled it down I stared up into her lovely face with
her eyes partially open and wondered if she could see me.
For a moment the thought froze me. But when the slip
passed down to her waist leaving her two large breasts
covered only by a white bra, staring back at me– I could
have cared less if she was awake or not. Damn they were
big mouths hung half open, tongues licked lips and eyes
were wide open with anticipation.

Red jumped past me saying to me how he told me she was
built bigger than the other mothers and teachers we had
talked about– and much prettier. I didn’t debate him
this time for he was right, she appeared to have a really
big set of tits. Red was almost panting as he grabbed the
back of her bra and began struggling with unfastening it.
He fumbled and fumed as he fought to get it open—
finally it opened.

Holding the bra closed Red stepped to one side of the
woman, and with a triumphant yell yanked the bra from
her. Out dropped two large mounds of flesh topped by two
large and dark aureoles. I let out a loud “Oh wow” as
they dropped inches from my face. Everyone cheered and
giggled uncontrollably grabbing at erections that
suddenly– popped up. Billy clicked off several pictures
from as many angles he could while the rest of us talked
about her tits and her nipples– especially her nipples.

Finally, with Jimmy’s help, Red began to slowly peel down
her panties: As her panties slipped further down you
could have heard a pin drop. Then there was a sudden and
loud gasp from some of us as her pubic hair appeared. I
guess we all were somewhat amazed that there was hair
between her legs.

Jimmy and Red came over and joined the rest of us
onlookers. With Red holding her bra and Jimmy her
panties, we stared almost with reverence at the sight.
There she was hanging limply with her bare breasts
hanging down, her private area–not so private now; clad
only in her girdle and nylons. She was quite a beautiful
sight indeed.

Sure we all agreed we could not fuck her: that was part
of Red’s father’s plan because he knew some of us would
have a problem with that, since we all knew her. But then
again he said to go ahead and have fun. With that in
mind, Red again looked over at me, looking for my
reaction. Hell it was no problem. No problem; that is
until Ed sighed out loud, and turning to me to tell me
how beautiful my mother was.

My mother hung there in all her glory for my friends to
see. To be what my friends hoped, would be our sex slave.
I don’t know how long I stood there frozen with guilt as
I thought back to the night Red’s father told us to get
one of our mothers. His logic was that no mother could
stop loving her son or let him or his friends get in
trouble. He went on to tell us to get pictures– he’d get
them developed for us and no one else would see them.

Now I realized that he’d see them! Someone asked me if
there was something wrong with me. I shook my head no and
continued to stare at my mother and remembered how the
old fox told us that he and his wife would “convince” her
to cooperate with us, and let herself be our sex slave.
None of us thought to ask how or what he meant by;
“convince.” Nor did I volunteer her– we put our
mother’s names in a hat.

I had almost backed out and was willing to be labeled a
“chicken” and lose their friendships when my mothers name
was drawn. Little did I know then that Red’s father had
made sure it was my mother’s name that was picked.
However a fight with my parents ended in my being told by
my mother that I couldn’t go on the fishing trip with my
dad and brother, made me change my mind. Of course my
mother forgave me, but only after my brother and dad left
to go fishing for the next two weeks, and made me stay
with her instead. The rest as they say is history.

Red whispered into my ear about how much she was a mother
to him and that he loved her more than his own and still
would respect her. As he pleaded his case, I thought how
true it was: More mornings found him having breakfast
with us, my mother looked after him more than his own
parents– that was why it was so easy to get her to drop
by on her way to work. Finally the sight of her became
too much for me and it was rather easy to agree with him.
Besides no one was going to fuck her.

I grinned at him and nodded my head. Red shouted a yes
and flew to my mother. He grabbed both breasts and began
to rub and squeeze them. He stepped behind her and held
her breasts in his hands. His fingers began to play with
her nipples. Her tits jiggled and bounced with his rough
groping of them. With that I couldn’t take it any longer.
I grabbed one of her breasts and found it to be a most
wonderful feeling. Then I touched her nipple with the
tips of my fingers then like Red; I held it between my
two fingers.

Soon all my friends were rubbing and squeezing her
breasts, and playing with her nipples. Her nipples soon
became rock hard. There were six hands rubbing and
squeezing her soft flesh. Red surprised us all by parting
his lips and taking a nipple in his mouth and sucking it
hard. Ed then grabbed hold of her other breast and did
the same. Everyone took there turn. Red then began
jiggling her tits to see how much he could make them
bounce. He then pulled and pinched both nipples.

Red and Jimmy had stepped behind her limp body as my
fingers timidly touched her pubic hairs. I stared
intently at the hairs until Jimmy shouted to Billy to
come back with them and get a picture of this. I looked
around my mother and saw Jimmy and Red on their knees.
Each held one of her ass checks apart so that the others
and Billy’s camera could see her asshole. Red started
playing with her asshole by rubbing it with his finger.
We all giggled. Billy snapped a picture and we moved on.

Finally Red and I began to explore her pubic area. Our
fingers landed on a protrusion of flesh and as we rubbed
and stroked it we felt it thicken. Red knelt on his knees
along with Jimmy and began to part her most private lips.
Jimmy’s hand pulled away in disgust as wetness started to
appear. With that I found myself down on my knees,
replacing Jimmy.

Like Red, I took a lip and pulled it apart, even as the
slime began to cover my fingers. Red told Tommy and Ed to
grab her legs and make like a wishbone with her. With the
two boys holding her legs up and wide apart, a moist pink
hole appeared. That’s where you fuck; Billy said eagerly
taking several pictures. Jimmy stroked the hardened
protrusion of flesh and it seemed that with each stroke
the hole became wider and wetter.

First it was Red who stuck, one, then two, then three,
then four fingers into my mother’s vagina, he giggled and
grinned as he finger fucked her. He slowly moved his
fingers in and out of her. Next came Jimmy, who
complained about the gooey feeling, next was Ed and then
Tommy who complained even more.

Billy asked me to hold the cameras so that he could
finger her as well. I let him, but I couldn’t do it to
her. I just stood there and watched as my friend’s finger
fucked my mother.

After she was well explored and her ample white breasts
were covered with red blotches, from us sucking and
squeezing them and as her body dripped with sweat from
the heat– as did ours– we began to pose with her. Red
and I held her legs wide apart for a picture. I had no
problem with doing it; after all Red’s father promised
that her face would be air brushed out if Billy forgot
himself.

When we took her down and plopped her limp body down in
Red’s mother’s large over stuffed chair, we were so hot
and sweaty that it was necessary for Ed and me to go
outside to cool off. Outside wasn’t much better but at
least there was some fresh air. Ed pointed to the cloths
line where my mother’s dress, bra and panties fluttered
in the breeze. Ed had a big smile on his face.

When we went back inside the others had, my mother
propped up in the chair with each leg hanging over one of
the arms and all of them had removed their cloths
standing next to her with their youthful erections. Ed
and I broke out laughing: however we too were soon naked.
We then moved her to the bed where we all posed with her,
holding her breasts and fingering her vagina.

Red told me he had an idea he bent my mother over the end
of the couch so her ass was well exposed to him and he
began spanking her. Billy snapped a few pictures. The
slaps were hard and could be heard outside. He looked at
me and said my mother deserved a spanking for not showing
us her lovely tits before, we all laughed. Her ass was
soon as red as her large mounds. My friends all told my
how much fun they were having playing with my mother.

It was almost noontime and it was time to dress her and
leave her on the bed for Red’s parents to find. That was
part of the plan. Getting her back into her bra was
hysterical and I must admit that Red and I had a grand
time doing it.

We all left together and had barely gotten outside when
the old fox appeared. He smiled broadly asking if we had
fun. I stood back not saying anything and could only
listen as the others excitedly described my mother to
him. He listened and laughed then took all the film Billy
had taken. Then very seriously he told us to tell
absolutely no one about what we had done. Not to worry;
he was sure that they could convince her not to be mad
and to let us use her as our sex slave. As he talked, his
three hundred pound wife had come up behind us and went
into their flat. Now I began to feel rather bad and full
of guilt. I felt worse when she came out and wagged her
finger at us telling us how naughty we were.

Suddenly Red’s mother broke into a big fleshy smile
telling us, particularly me, that it was all right. She
went on to say that if it were her; she wouldn’t care.
Then knowing exactly what we’d say, she asked us if we
wanted her instead of whom we had. It was rather awkward
as we all looked down trying not to puke at the thought.
She laughed and told us to run along and come back around
5:00 p.m. then go and meet Red’s father at Jimmy’s
father’s drug store.

Red’s father and his wife walked inside after the kids
left and he went straight to the bed and smiled a
devilish smile when he thought of how he tricked those
kids. He’s wanted her ever since she moved in next door,
now soon she will be.. It was about 30 minutes later when
she started to wake up to see Red’s father standing over
her. “Good morning sweetie, sleep well?” He asked.

She asked what had happened and he told her how she was
drugged and posed naked with her son and all his friends
and how he had pictures he would show everyone. That she
would end up in a divorce and would be known through out
the town as a child molester and her son would be seen
the rest of his life as a pervert. She was in shock and
refused to believe him and demanded to see the pics. He
said he would show them to her later that day, and he
would never show them to anyone as long as she did what
he told her to.

We went off to Tommy’s mother’s little store behind their
house, just across the alley from Red’s, to get some junk
to eat. While we were in there, I could see Red’s father
coming out of their flat and hurry down the alley
carrying a bag with all of Billy’s film. We took what we
wanted and headed to a park to play some baseball with
some other friends; instead we sat beneath some tall
bushes talking about Mrs. S and her big tits. How Mrs. S
had hair between her legs. The feeling of Mrs. S wet
vagina and how nice her ass was.

The idea of talking about my own mother and joking with
my closest friends didn’t bother me, but when the talk of
her being our sex slave and what they would like to do
with Mrs. S, did begin to bother me. Jimmy said how he’d
like to have my mother jiggle her tits in his face. Then
Red said he’d like to watch a dog fuck her from behind.

The other kids all laughed at his comment and agreed it
would be funny to see. Billy said how he would like to
tie her up and shove a dildo up that nice ass of hers.
More over I began to feel terrible about the fact that
Red’s father was going to see my mother naked and the
things we did to her. Suddenly the whole thing seemed
very wrong.

When the time came to meet Red’s father, we ran as fast
as we could and didn’t stop until we came to Jimmy’s
father’s drug store, which was well past where we lived.
We piled into the store and sat at a table near the
counter and waited and waited until Red’s father
appeared: From the back of the store he came, along with
Jimmy’s father.

Jimmy’s father went to talk with a customer, but as he
did so he looked over at me and grinned then quickly
turned away from me and began talking to the customer.
Meanwhile Red’s father sat down at the table pulling out
the pictures placing them on the table face down. He told
us to gather around him and keep an eye out for any
customers that may be coming toward us.

With a dramatic flip of his hand the first picture was
exposed to us; there she hung clad only in her slip. They
of course got worse from there, but true to his word her
face was air brushed out. Still as the others whispered
their excited feelings to his questions, I remained
passive wondering about the negatives and who developed
the film for him. I glanced over at Jimmy’s father who
tried to pretend he wasn’t paying any attention to us,
and got a sick feeling in the pit of my stomach.

I jumped when Jimmy asked me if I agreed that her nipples
felt like erasers; I nodded my head yes. For the next
fifteen minutes Red’s father explained where we had our
hands and we all learned what a “clit” was and what it
meant to a woman. Finally he scooped the pictures up to
the disappointment of the others, saying that until she
Okayed it, he had better hold on to them.

That of course led me to ask if he had talked to her and
“convinced” her.

When he said not yet, but that he was going to talk with
her later that night, I really became sick and panicked.
I was told not to worry; just go home, it was just a
matter of my mother knowing exactly what we wanted.

I felt like a condemned man going to his execution as I
walked into the kitchen of our apartment. At first I
couldn’t look at my mother who stood standing over the
stove preparing a supper for us. I managed to say hello,
and got no response. But as I went past her she softly
said that dinner would be about ten minutes and to go and
wash up.

As we ate there were very few words spoken, still I began
to feel she didn’t know what really had gone on or
hopefully had forgiven me if she had already been shown
the pictures. She told me that I was not to go out, to
take my bath and go to bed: That she had to go out and
might be late but not to worry. As I cleaned off the
table and did the dishes, she went off and got herself
ready to go out. I figured she was going to talk with
Red’s parents and had a feeling that everything was going
to be all right.

Even if she told them all to go to hell, I was certain
that I’d get nothing more than a stern lecture and maybe
some undesirable tasks to do for the summer. My mother
was a very gentle woman who rarely ever raised her voice
to us much less her hand. However; if she told my father-
— I was dead meat: as was everyone else, including Red’s
father. My father was a hard working guy that held down
two laborers jobs and was built like a bull and just as
strong and just as mean when he wanted to be.

When my mother came into the kitchen she was dressed
exactly as she was when we “captured” her in the morning.
I didn’t say anything about it to her, even though it was
unusual for her to wear at night what she had worn that
day. She stopped– turned and kissed me, then left.

Red’s father seen my mother again later that day to show
her the pics. All she could do was cry and asked why he
was doing this to her. He said that he owed people a lot
of money and that if she earned some money for him she
could buy the pictures from him. He smiled and said she
could make it a happy ending. “But if you ever refuse to
do what I tell you to do, I’m gonna send these pictures
to everyone in this god forsaken town and you’re gonna
have a lot of explaining to do won’t ya? What do you
think your husband will think?”

She just lowered her head and sobbed. Then nodded. He
then held a stern look upon his face and looked straight
into her eyes and told her to undress. She paused a
moment and he held out the pics with a sad look upon her
face she undid the back of her dress and let it fall to
her feet. Then she removed her slip.

He just angrily looked at her and said keep going. She
reached behind her back and unclipped her bra with tears
running freely now. He grinned as her beautiful double D
breasts fell freely in front of him. He then sounding
pissed said panties too!!! She slid her hands inside them
and pushed them down. His eyes marveled at her full bush
and cunt.

He told her to put her hands at her sides, she did so
starring straight ahead her mind wandering. He walked up
to her and began squeezing her left breast, then squeezed
it harder, he then began rubbing her right nipple he
whispered in her ear, you have beautiful tits you know
that? She didn’t answer.. He had a full hard on and
pushed her hard to the floor. He undid his jeans and
pulled out a 9 inch hard on. He yelled, “Suck it you big-
titted Bitch!”

She just lay there until he grabbed her by her hair and
forced his cock into her mouth. He grabbed her hair and
forced her to deep throat him. Pumping her faster and
harder with each thrust. Her tongue rolled back and forth
over his long member. He leaned his head back and softly
moaned enjoying the sensation. “I always knew you were a
slut,” he said.

Soon he felt like he was about to explode so he made sure
he shot his full load down her throat. She was forced to
swallow or risk choking. She laid there gagging and
coughing while he spoke.

“Remember if you ever disrespect me or my family your
life and your son’s life will be hell.” His wife then
entered the room and looked at my mother then smiled and
said, “You’re a very beautiful women.” The huge women
then walked over to my mother and helped her up and
slowly started to move her hand toward my mother’s tits
and then circled her nipple. She bent over and took one
in her mouth and made slurping sounds. My mother had a
look of disgust on her face.

The fat woman put her left hand on my mothers back
forcing as much of my mother tit in her mouth as
possible, then she ran her hand down her back between my
mothers ass cheeks and began to massage her asshole. Red
then walked in and smiled at the sight he asked his dad
if she was there sex slave now, Red’s father looked at
him and said to ask her. He looked at my mother with a
fleshy smile and asked her and she quietly mumbled a yes.

My mother had mascara all over her cheeks from her
crying. Red smiled and walked over to her and told her to
bend over for him. She hesitated then with a look from
Reds father she grimly did so. He stared at her luscious
ass. Red slowly reached out and gripped a cheek, then
slapped it hard, Red’s father just laughed.

Red’s mom began to undress as her flabby tits engulfed
her love handles, she spread her legs as she lay on the
floor in front of my mother and told her to get to work.
My mother slowly crawled over and began lapping up the
fat women’s wet vagina Red’s father soon became hard
again and told my mother to spread her legs. She did so
and he began to insert his throbbing cock head.

He grabbed her hips and slowly slid himself all the way
in her. Red just stood there with a smile on his face
watching the show. Red’s mom began to moan as my mother
played with her clit and Red’s father began thrusting
harder and harder. His balls were slapping against her at
an increasing speed. My mothers tongue lapped up Red’s
mother’s warm juices. She began to gag a bit as the heavy
woman thrust her pussy into her face.

My mother tits were bouncing back and forth so lovely.
Reds father noticed and grabbed her tits hard then
grinned as he shot his load deep inside her. Red’s mother
smiled and told my mother that she was good at eating
pussy. Red’s father then smiled and said thank you Mrs.
S. “Tomorrow night you’re going out on a date with me got
it? Now get the fuck out.”

I found myself in bed around 10 p.m. and my mother still
hadn’t come home. I drifted off thinking about the day–
the fun and the laughter of it all. Soon I found myself
dreaming a recurring dream of my mother; after what had
happened, the dream took on a great deal of reality which
made it even more pleasant. I fell in a deep sleep
holding onto my erection and had no fears of what might
happen to me in the morning or when she came home.

*** CHAPTER 2 ***

When I awoke, the sun was just beginning to shine, I
heard my mother in the bathroom and suddenly began to
wonder if I was going to get killed or what. I didn’t
know when she got home or what kind of mood she was in
and I wasn’t anxious to find out. I laid in my bed for
another hour while my mother began breakfast. Finally I
got up enough nerve to go face her.

My mother was standing over the kitchen sink washing some
dishes as I sat myself at the kitchen table. She half
turned and said good morning to me and told me what there
was for breakfast.

On the table was her cup of coffee as it was the day
before. But this day I had no drug to put into the cup:
my mother was still dressed in her silk pajamas, which
meant that she wasn’t going to work today. When I asked
her about it, she reminded me that she only worked twice
a week in the summer.

Her answer was friendly and so were the next few moments
of small talk. I felt a real sense of relief; thinking
that she didn’t know what happened, or she told everybody
to go to hell and wasn’t going to ever bring it up– that
was the kind of mother she was with us.

It was no surprise when Red knocked on the back door.
He’d be over with us for breakfast almost every morning
in the summer and as I said before, he was like another
son to my mother. But when he came in all cheery, my
mother coldly greeted him and left the room. Red sat down
at the table with me and started to say something, but
stopped when my mother came back in.

The three of us talked just as always. Still, there was a
feeling of tension. Again when my mother left the room
Red leaned forward and in an excited almost breathless
voice told me my mother was our sex slave! I must have
had a dumb look on my face for he told me again and swore
it was true.

Still Red knew I wasn’t convinced and was determined to
prove it to me. My mother came in and got two plates to
put on the table: as she bent over the table, her pajama
top hung open a bit. Red’s hand shot up and under her
pajama top and found a breast.

My mother jumped back and her eyes shot knifes at Red,
then at me. Red didn’t bat an eye nor did he stop
grinning at her. When he told her we’d like to see her
nude, her face reddened and a look of anger crept over
it. However, as Red said to her, “My Daddy…” well she
took a deep breath and without looking at me told us to
follow her into the living room. We both jumped to our
feet and almost fell over each other to get to the living
room.

We stood there as she closed the shades; then with her
back to us she undid her pajama top and slipped it off.
It was just a moment or two that she stood there with her
back to us, but Red reminded her to take off the bottoms
too. You could hear her give a big sigh as she hesitated
to do it; then her hands slipped into her pajama pants
and off they came.

Red elbowed me as her lovely round pink ass was thrust
toward us as she bent to remove the pants from around her
ankles. Turning around she faced us without saying a
word. Her eyes were looking off and past us. Our eyes on
the other hand scanned her tits and hairy cunt. It was
even better than the day before.

I mean here she was a full-grown woman doing what we
wanted her to do, with no arguments. And suddenly I
really didn’t care that she was my own mother. Not
caring: I asked her to put her arms behind her back and
bend over. That, I think, made my mother a bit
uncomfortable, but she did it. Her tits hung so
wonderfully– just as I pictured in my dream. Red then
asked her to lay on the open hide-a-bed and spread her
legs for us. She did just that.

Yep she appeared to be our “willing” sex slave, still we
couldn’t work up the nerve to touch her. Red; every time
he wanted her to do something would start by asking her–
-Mrs. S bend over and spread her ass cheeks, you could
see a look of shock on her face but she did so. Red
licked his lips and said thank you. We allowed her to
dress and went off to play.

*

Later as I fought my own conscience, Red and Jimmy came
over with the others. They told me to ask my mother to
let me stay at Eddie’s place for an over night. I thought
they were going to ask me to have her come there and get
naked for us. That was not the case.

I was told that Red’s dad had arranged to take my mother
out to a place called “Sam’s Drug store and Recreation
Hall”; there she was to perform a strip tease for some
stag party. Red went on to tell me that his dad told him
we could follow them when he took her there, and he’d let
us hide in the back room and watch.

My mother had no problem letting me sleep the night at
Eddie’s and even encouraged my older brother to go over
to his friend’s house– which he gladly did.

Around ten that night just after my dad left for his
second job, we gathered in the entranceway of the
apartment building across the way from mine. We watched
as Red’s dad waited for my mother. When she appeared, she
was dressed in her Sunday best. They headed down the
street toward Sam’s with us following a safe distance
behind.

Sam’s was only a short way from where we all lived but
being out at night made it feel like one great big
adventure to some other world. We crossed under the
railroad tracks and came to the corner where Sam’s was.
Sam’s was the only place open at this hour. The front of
Sam’s was like a small drug store, in the back were poker
tables and a small bar where men gathered to kill time
and get away from day to day worries.

Every time my family would take a Sunday walk in the
summer, we’d stop in and get an ice cream cone from Sam
himself. I’d always watch the poker players that were
ever present. My mother would always warn my dad that if
she ever caught him in there at night that she’d skin him
alive. It became a standing joke, based on a rather seedy
reputation that Sam’s had acquired for allowing men to
have bachelor parties and smokers there every now and
then.

I could almost hear my mother’s voice speaking the words
as she and Red’s dad went inside the front door. We ran
across the street as fast as we could and around to the
side, where as promised the door to the storeroom was
open. We hurried in the storeroom door and cautiously
peered around the flimsy curtain that hung between the
inner door and the poker tables.

The place was filled with choking cigar and cigarette
smoke and the poker tables were still occupied with
players. At least 15 people must have been there. My
mother stood by Red’s dad as he talked with the little
owner Sam. She looked very nervous and uncomfortable.
When Tommy pointed out that she was wearing what she wore
when she taught our Sunday school class, Jimmy snickered
that this wasn’t Sunday school.

Sam told his helper to close the door and came over to
where the card players were. He told them he had a
special treat for them all. Pointing to my mother, he
told them in words that I still can remember to this day.

“See that lovely little mother over there. She ain’t no
pro, ain’t no whore either. Just a little mother and
housewife who has come to entertain us. Going to take it
ALL off. ALL!”

Then someone asked him a question that I couldn’t hear.
But Sam looked over at Red’s dad who nodded his head and
shouted back for a price. With that Sam began collecting
ten dollars from each man. One man was a bit angry about
having to stop his card-playing saying that she better be
awfully damned good.

The men parted and let Red’s dad and my mother pass
though them. Sam and his helper moved aside most of the
card tables. The helper saw us and came over to us. We
thought we were going to be tossed out. But he just
opened the curtain and told us not to worry, it was pitch
black in the storeroom and if we just sat a foot behind
the door opening no one would see us. We did as he told
us and sat ourselves down on the floor and readied
ourselves for the strip tease my mother was about to
perform.

My mother stood right in front of us only a few feet
away. She stood momentarily by herself facing all the
eager men. Loud noisy music started to play, but my
mother just stood there, frozen. Soon the whole place was
filled with mad and swearing men. The music stopped and
Red’s dad angrily ran up to her, grabbing her hard by her
arms whispered something in her ear.

Again the music started this time she reached back
undoing her dress. The dress fell to her feet, after a
slight pause, her slip fell to her feet. No, one cared
that she wasn’t dancing, they all stared and waited
hopefully that she indeed was going to take it ALL off.
Bending over to unfasten her nylons from her girdle I
over heard one of the men standing next to our door
saying that she had to have really big tits.

With some pride I thought to myself wait till you see
them. My heart pounded with the excitement of it all. The
men cheered and laughed as she wiggled herself out of her
girdle. The moment of truth had arrived for our Sunday
school teacher. At Red’s dad’s suggestion she turned her
back to the crowd and took off her bra. She stood there
and began to sob. After a short pause she slipped her
hands into her panties slipping them off. As she did, she
had to bend over showing the crowd that wonderfully plump
pink ass of her’s.

At the sight of my mother’s asshole the men went wild.
Red’s dad put up his hand and quieted the men. When it
was perfectly silent, he told my mother to turn around.
“LOOK AT THOSE GODDAMN NIPPLES. DID YOU EVER SEE SUCH A
HAIRY PUSSY BEFORE?”

This comment still ring in my ears every now and then. I
was amazed how excited grown men acted at seeing her
nipples and pussy. They were just as excited as us twelve
year old kids were. Now I realize that it was the 50’s
for them also–the age of no public showing of nipples or
crotch. The fact that she had big full tits made her just
too tempting.

To my shock, a man rushed forward, and picked her up and
slammed her onto of the poker table only a foot away from
us. His hands and mouth found my mothers tits. He swirled
his tongue as he sucked her nipples till they hardened.

I watched in stunned awe as my mother just lay there
sobbing, not fighting or anything. When the man lifted
her legs up and buried his face into her pussy, she just
closed her eyes. He sloppily ravaged her most sacred area
until his drool ran down the crack of her ass. The over
weight man then dropped his pants and pulled out a man
sized hard-on. I must admit I got excited seeing it.

When he pulled my mother forward so that he could start
inserting his cock in her I began to get a hard-on to. I
was becoming short of breath, with excitement. I could
see the cock’s huge head being placed at the opening of
my mother’s now soaking wet vagina. I saw it part the
lips and slip fully inside her.

I watched intently as the cock slipped in and out harder
and faster. The entire table shook as he fucked her
furiously. My mother closed her eyes crying. The crowd
cheered him on. My mother’s moans could be heard. Two
other men came up to her and lifted her knees up and
apart. A few men shouted to the man to fuck that slut
good! Then with amazement I watched the cock slip in and
out of her cunt with cum covering it. The man backed away
from the table with a grin on his face.

No sooner had the first man finished fucking her than a
second one began. Again I studied intently the matured
sized cock as it slipped inside my mother. Her massive
tits bounced back and forth he held a handful of her hair
forcing himself as deep as possible inside of her, then
he pulled his cock out and a huge stream of cum sprayed
all over my mothers tits. We all had looks of awe on our
faces.

The third man made my mother stand up and bend over. We
could almost reach out and grab her tits. He pulled out
his big dick and again I watched the dick first part then
enter my mother’s vagina. His balls pounding against her
ass made her tits bounce to our vocal delight as well as
the entire crowd of men. He shouted, “You like getting
fucked like a slut, don’t you? Take that entire cock
bitch. You know you like it.”

Her ass was slightly red from his pounding of it then he
pulled out and cum shot all over my mother’s ass. He spat
on the floor and said, “Fucking whore,” and walked away.

As another man laid my mother back on top of the table to
fuck her, he used her tits as handles as he bounced her
back and forth on his cock, till he came. I thought I had
seen it all.

But I hadn’t.

The next man helped her off the table and made her kneel
on the floor. Again she was only a foot in front of us. I
remember my mother politely asking the man not to make
her do this. I didn’t know what she meant. But as the man
pulled out his dick and waived it in front of her face,
threatening to beat the shit out of her if she didn’t,
she glumly reached up and took his cock gingerly between
two fingers. Closing her eyes and gagging a bit she
opened her mouth wide.

I remember watching her lips close around the head of the
man’s cock almost as if it were in slow motion. As her
head bobbed back and forth you could see the head of his
cock pressing against her cheek. We were so close that we
all could hear the slurping sounds she made as she sucked
and sucked. Suddenly the man began to force her head
harder and faster over his cock. He took a hold of her
head and forced her to blow him at a great speed. Then
with a groan he pulled it out of her mouth shooting a
long stream of cum onto her face.

We looked at each other and could barely contain our
amazement as the next man made her kneel on all fours, my
friends whispered and giggled among themselves. Myself I
was too interested in watching the man fucking my mother
doggy style. It was the best of both worlds, as the
others soon discovered: you could see the cock slipping
in and out, and watch her large and full tits bounce so
wildly. While that man fucked her cunt another man got in
front of her and made her suck his cock.

They rocked her back and forth forcing one cock deep in
her cunt then the other deep down her throat. The men
cheered loudly as they seen her viscously fucked. After
what seemed like forever one exploded in her cunt then
the other down her throat. Then the man who commented
earlier about how my mother must have huge tits came up
to her, he told the other men how he wanted to fuck those
titties.

He had my mother suck him off a little like she did with
the other man then he laid on the ground and got on top
of her he positioned himself so his cock was between her
tits, then he forced her to push her breasts tightly
together. She tilted her head away so she didn’t have to
watch. He slid in and out from between her tits causing
her tits to jiggle all over until he came. Then went
slower and slower till her tits milked out all his
remaining cum.

We were kicked out shortly after that and headed back to
Eddie’s. Looking over our shoulders we watched some more
men go in and heard the doors locked behind them. I don’t
know what went on after that, nor do I know what time my
mother got home that night.

What I do remember was sitting up all night talking about
what we had seen, and wondering silently what had
happened when my mother went back that night to talk with
Red’s parents. I always wondered what went on and,
although Red never said anything, I always figured that
he may have had some “fun” that night with my mother,
which his parents made him promise never to tell us
about.

Soon after the kids left things really got out of
control. She was used and abused in every position
imaginable, she must have pleased over 20 men that night.
It was all part of Red’s father’s plan to break her
spirit and make her understand she was now his property.
“Man Llama you have me wetting my pants! I always had a
thing for an Aunt and a couple of teachers when I was 12,
but never dreamt of doing anything so wild.”

“It was just that — wild.”

“I sat here picturing myself undressing your mother and
everything. Hey question. What about the pictures? Did
you guys get any back.”

“Ya we did. You know how some had baseball cards to show
off? Well we had nude photos of my mother. Her face was
either torn off, or blacked out, or we had her in a
mask.”

“Where these just the pictures you took when you first
stripped her.”

“Some. But we got a lot more though the next few years.”

“Damm! What do you mean the next few years? God how many
pictures do you think you took?”

“Don’t really know. There were stag films made of us and
my mother. Among others. Along with other things.”

*

A week had past since my mother was made to strip in
public and raped. She was not aware that I and my five
closest friends had witnessed her first public
humiliation, so things between us were quite normal.
Normal as it could be, considering she had just bared and
posed herself for her son and a friend of his the day
before she stripped publicly and got raped. Normal as it
could be, considering her son and his twelve years old
friends had drugged her, stripped her naked, plaid with
her and photographed it all.

The term, normal took on a whole new meaning for my
mother and me. We talked without ever bringing up what
had happened. I did my chores and obeyed her as before,
just as my friends treated her with the same respect and
courtesy as before we had “captured her.” This would be
the “normal” outward appearance that the world would see.

Although nothing was said between us, we both knew what
our roles were, and as my brother and I helped finish the
dishes I was about to exercise my new found power as
“slave master” over my own mother. Inside I felt like
jelly, but at the same time after seeing her fucked in
public and sucking cock, made it easy for me to approach
her– after my dad left for work, and my brother went out
with his friends.

To my own amazement I calmly, and firmly told her that my
friends and I wanted to play a game the next day. As she
folded some towels, you could see her begin to bite on
her lower lip. I went on and explained that it was a game
of “Cowboys and Indians,” and she was to be the Indian’s
captured white woman.

She looked at me for a moment as I went on to explain, we
wanted her to be nude; then looking away she let out a
long sigh. After a moment of silence, she asked me with a
rather disappointed tone in her voice, if it was
something I wanted her to do.

It was obvious that she was hoping that somewhere she
would hit on a nerve of guilt and loyalty within me, and
that I’d change my mind. But as my cock hardened I nodded
my head that I wanted her to do it. When I told her that
my friends would be over about 10:00 a.m. she shook her
head no, saying that she didn’t want them up in our
apartment. Then to my surprise she told me that she’d
come down to the storage room instead.

The rest of the night nothing further was said about what
I had asked her to do. In fact we talked and joked with
each other just as always. For a moment I began to feel
guilty about what I had done and was about to do the next
day. However, when she told me she had to go out a while
and to put myself to bed, I began to picture her walking
with Red’s dad back to Sam’s Rec. Hall just like a week
earlier. With that in mind I couldn’t wait for the next
day.

My mom headed over to Red’s fathers house very nervously.
When she came to the front door he was waiting for her
with a grin on his face. He wrapped his arms around her
and slid his tongue into her mouth. His hands rolled down
her back to her plump ass, he squeezed her softly then
harder. He opened the door and led her inside.

To her surprise Jimmy’s dad was there and smiled when he
spotted her. Hello there Mrs. S. She didn’t respond, he
walked up to her and unzipped her dress it dropped to the
floor, then slid of her slip. Very nice. Then he
unclipped her bra. Out they dropped he grabbed them and
squeezed them.

Red’s father then walked up to them and pulled down her
panties. You can keep your girdle and nylons on, they
aren’t in the way. They both laughed. Jimmy’s dad slid
his hand between my mother’s legs and started rubbing her
pussy. Reds dad slapped her ass, then started mooching
her asshole. They paused so they could strip then told my
mother to get on the bed and spread her legs. She
reluctantly did and they moved in on her.

Red’s dad’s cock head found her pussy and starting slowly
fucking, while Jimmy’s dad slapped her face a few times
with his stiffening cock before he pushed it between her
lips.

Jimmy’s dad squeezed her tits as she sucked him off. He
pulled out and shot his cum on her tits.

Red shot his load deep inside her again. Then they got
off of her, my mother was about to dress until Red’s
father said, “What the hell do you think you’re doing?”

She must have had a dumb look on her face cause he then
said, “There’s still cum on my cock. Clean it off bitch.”

A look of disgust was on her face as she grimly crawled
toward him. Knowing that his cock was just inside her and
her juices she would soon taste disgusted her. Reds dad
took his hand and helped guide her there since it was
obvious she was taking her time. The cock slipped in and
he started becoming hard again he pumped away, fucking
her face, till cum rolled over her lips.

The next day I was up bright and early on my way out to
do my paper route. My brother had gotten up early too and
was on his way to a caddying job that he had just gotten,
and would take him away for the day. Dad had just left
for his day job, leaving mom still asleep on the hide-a-
bed. As I looked at her, I thought about removing her
pajamas and beginning the day of fun early, but I didn’t
have the nerve.

It was almost 10:00 a.m. and we had gathered at the
bottom of the steps leading up to our fourth floor
apartment. As Eddy bounced a ball against a wall, and
Jimmy impatiently walked back and forth, occasionally
looking up at the stairs hoping to see my mother coming
down; I went over the ground rules– no fucking, any
pictures could not be of her face, and be as respectful
as possible.

It was twenty minutes later and my mother hadn’t come
down. Red told me to go get her. I ran up the stairs
skipping every other step and slammed open the back door;
yelling for her. She responded in her usual quite and
calm manner that she had just finished her shower.

Within two minutes she appeared in the kitchen wearing a
long terry cloth robe and slippers. She asked me to go
out and see who may be around. I did as she told me. When
I told her I saw no one other than my friends, she came
out and started down the steps, with me following her.
Half way down she paused at a railing and looked down at
the others.

All their eyes were glued on her. The hungry looks on
their faces made me smile, and my mother shake her head.
The others piled into the storage room, quickly followed
by my mother and me.

She told me to close the door and lock it, then politely
she asked Billy and Tommy to cover the small window. Once
all was taken care of to her satisfaction she undid her
robe and without a pause, opened it and let it slip to
the floor.

This time, unlike when she bared herself to Red and me in
my apartment, she couldn’t just look past us pretending
that we weren’t there. No, this time there were six pairs
of eyes and six gaping mouths staring at her tits and
pussy. For a few minutes we all stood there not exactly
sure how to act, then Red simply asked, “Mrs. S. bend
over and dangle your tits for us.”

You could see her face redden a bit, but she did like Red
asked. She stayed that way for only a moment before
letting out a shocked squeal after Jimmy grabbed one of
the large mounds of white flesh.

Mother straightened up and covered her tits with her
arms. Her face showed the look of indignation, but
changed to one of resignation as I began to rub her pump
ass with my hands. I don’t remember what I said, or how
easy it was to pull her arms behind her back.

I do remember saying something about her being my “White
woman captive,” as I tied her to a post in the middle of
the room. I glared into her eyes as I plaid with her tits
and nipples, feeling the strangest sense of power. She
didn’t look away but just shook her head a bit. I felt
her tits in my hands and couldn’t help but smile.

When I let my hand, drop to between her legs and began to
pl