I was not shy. I did not avoid her after this happened. Most of the time, all I had to do was rest my hand on shoulder and she would float down to her knees, her mouth open and ready to serve me. But, sometimes, I had to wrap her hair around my fist and force her to her knees. I think she liked that best.
My dad returned home a few days later. They went to bed. I was in my room drinking and doing lines. Around 3:00 am, I crept into their bedroom naked and hard. I raised the duvet and slid under it, wedging myself between my mother’s legs. I raped her then. Laying next to my father. She tried to twist away, but I was already deep inside her. “Stop.” I whispered in her ear. I felt her knees raise and part, my cock sunk just a little deeper inside. I covered her lips with my own, and felt her tongue slide into my mouth. “Dirty whore.” I thought. I fucked her then. Slow. Deep. Hard. We came at the same time. I felt my mother’s pussy contract around my cock and I filled her with my cum. My god. She became such a slut for me. She likes to have her hair pulled. She never said a word…