What would Anne do? What if one, or both, of her boys tried to force themselves on her? Maybe she had studied Karate and would tie THEM up with their own arms and legs. Should I study Karate? That would take too long, I huffed. My thoughts turned to the cooling water. I didn’t want to freeze like last time. I ended my bath and toweled myself harshly. Going to my room, I grabbed my cell phone from my purse. I had to charge it. Waiting for it to come back to life, I dithered over what I was going to say. Everything sounded either awkward or insane. I tapped “Anne” in my contacts and the phone came alive. My hand quivered.
“Hello?”
“Oh, Anne, it’s Lainey. Have you studied Karate?”
“Lainey?” I gritted my teeth at her confusion. “What?”
“Oh, I-I’m having trouble with my boy-”
“Take him back to the nut house, Lainey. Let The Man sort him out.”
“But he’s been better. He studies more.” Porn, I winced on the inside.
“Then what’s the issue? I don’t have much time, but for you, another two minutes.”
“H-he’s become very s-s-sexual.” Two minutes! How could I figure this out in two minutes? “I tried to instill the joy of Holy God, took him to sunday school all these years-”
“I can hear you’re afraid, Sweetheart. Don’t be. My boys are champing at the bit to spread their DNA, but I made a deal. They wear condoms, or I cut off their balls.”
Horrified! Her words completely horrified me. How could she make a pact with two raping sons? Was she a succubus, a whore, a slut? “May God have mercy on your family!” I prayed for her from my heart.
“Hey, it isn’t that bad. I let them do it at home. So I know who they’re doing it with. Some of their gir-”
“I’m sorry. Those two minutes must be up. Be brave, Anne. God’s love will save you.” I tapped the disconnect icon. Dropping the phone, I held my face and cried. The friend I most admired sounded like she welcomed girding by her sons’.
At some point, Race knocked on my bedroom door. “I’m hungry, Mom. I don’t want to eat just cookies.”
I put on control top panties and a bra and a thick house robe. Race helped with peeling carrots and washing broccoli. He seemed, happy. He even prepared the table for the pot roast I first microwaved then baked to sear the surface. Race took everything to the table for me. He even held my seat.
“I know it’s been rough on you, Mom. Me too, but we’ll get through this.”
I sat, unable to respond. I simply wanted to eat, run back to my room, and wedge a chair under the doorknob. Beside the fork and knife was a paperback book.
It’s colorful, rushed illustration depicted a matronly woman, bare breasted, wearing white panties. She was tied standing to a wall. At her sides were two boys, one with a whip and another with a cattle prod. The bulges in their cotton briefs were unmistakable. Her brown-blonde hair made me think of Anne. I shook my head, to tear my eyes and thoughts from the evil tome entitled, “Two Rape Sons for Mom” by Kath-
“You should read that.” Race said with a mouth full of stringy beef.
I ducked my head and focused on my food. I ate a few bites but wasn’t hungry. I stood up, pushing back my chair. “Just leave me alone.” I sobbed and ran to my bedroom.
The trick with the chair must have worked. An hour later the door rattled. Then “Two Rape Sons for Mom” slid in under it. Dressing for bed. I kneeled and prayed, for strength. I picked up the book and dumped it in my spotless wastebasket. Crawling under the covers, I despaired. “My life was surrounded by rape.
I did not kill myself, but I couldn’t sleep. I had to face a devil and defeat it. Best to fight a small one first. I got out of bed, turned on the light, and retrieved Race’s disgusting book. He had used their words against me. Maybe I could find ones to refute him, but I had left my bible in the kitchen.
The woman’s ravishment didn’t start until the third chapter. The first was innocent enough, almost sweet, except “Donna” admitted that she longed to have a strong man after her husband had died rescuing ponies from a flood. In the second chapter, she witnessed her two boys playing with a neighbor girl. When their play got a little rough, Donna stepped in and stopped them. She sent the girl home, rightfully, except the tart didn’t appreciate being saved, as if she’d enjoyed how Donna’s sons had started to tear off her clothes. I stopped reading partway into the third chapter, when her sons had tied her up in her sleep. They woke their mom and dragged her through the house with a chain around her neck, until they reached the garage. Pinning “Mommy” to a wall, they escalated their evil deeds.
Sick and wishing I hadn’t eaten anything, I raced to the master bath and upchucked into the toilet.
Race found me in a nightshirt and panties, washing my mouth. He grinned, “Supper wasn’t the food that you need, huh?” He cupped his exposed balls and hefted them.
“How did you get in?” I stared at my son’s groin and gulped.
“Oh, Mommy, I know you’re not dumb. If I can fit a book under your door, I can fit a pole under and push the legs out from a leaning chair. The internet has answers for everything!”
“Does it have an answer for protecting a mom from rape?”
His eyes lit up. “Gee, you liked the book that much? I figured I’d have to supply you with half of my collection before you wanted to read porn on the internet! You’re coming along nicely. Are you ready for a snack that’ll soothe your tummy?” He strutted closer.
I managed to push past him, but he caught me exiting to the hall. I fell on my hands and knees. His hands dived to my panties and he stripped them over my ass and down to my ankles before I could defend myself. I kicked back, ineffectually due to the panties.
“I guess I could fuck you on this end, Mommy.” His cock found a dry pussy, once more. “Hrrgg.” He grunted.
Instead of spitting in his hand, he leaned down and kissed my sex. His tongue laved spit into my vulva. “You have a tasty pussy, Mommy. I’ll make it plenty wet, until it catches up with your needs.”
“No, Race, you can’t fuck your Mommy.” I pounded the carpet with my fists. I tried reaching back and hitting his head, but he just took the blows. I didn’t have the courage or hatred to remind him of his more abusive parent, until I felt his big prick push into me. It took a second for him to find the right spot to sink in deep. I cursed! “Damn you, Race. You have to listen to me! Obey your Mommy!”
His cock roared into full gear. He pumped it into me like he’d been fucking for years. My pussy gobbled his spit coated prick against my will. “Oooohhhh, SOO much better than your mouth, Mommy, like the books say.”
He’d already experienced fucking into my cunt, but his time he felt more confident of his strokes. Nature wanted sex to be accessible, at least physically. Fucking me doggie style let him control me more easily. His hand on my hips shifted my body to accommodate his pace. The fuck meat in my cunt ground in and out, while I wailed. “Get your penis out of Mommy!” and “Don’t think of cumming in me, Race!”
My son grunted with victory, the more I complained and opposed him. He fucked cock into me, steadily, not rushing. He wanted to master me. I knew, his only accomplishment would be to defile his mother one more time. I wanted to throw up again.