Her nylons were a mess, runs and ladders all over, but she still had her high heels on. Her bra and panties were nowhere to be seen and it was obvious from the dried (and wet) cum stains all over her face and pubic area that more than one guy had taken advantage of her. I knew from experience that when she woke up she wouldn't be able to tell who or how many. I also knew that she would be contrite, beg forgiveness and promise that it would never happen again and that she would mean it at the time. But I also knew it would only be two, maybe three days before it would happen again. Still, she did look sexy lying there on the floor, legs spread wide and ready for the next man to come along. Her tits, not at all saggy considering that she was forty-one, looked real inviting with their half-inch nipples and I shook my head in disgust as I got ready to perform the final indignity on her. I undressed and climbed between her outstretched legs, lined my cock up with her cum filled pussy, grabbed her hips and pulled her to me. I fucked her for almost ten minutes as she moaned and tossed, loving the feel of her sloppy, wet pussy and finally I spit out my sperm to commingle with all that the unknown others had left behind. When my cock was limp I leaned forward and kissed her on the forehead and said, "Thanks Mom" and then I gathered my clothes and went to my room.
Stella wasn't really my mother - she was my stepmother. Dad had married her a year ago, two years after my mother died in an accident. What dad didn't know until after the wedding (several months after the wedding) was that Stella was an alcoholic. She had apparently been on the wagon when she and dad had met and had been able to stay on it until about six months after the wedding. When Stella did fall off the wagon it changed my life. I went from being an overweight nerd to being a creep. A harsh thing to call myself, but totally justified considering my behavior and my refusal to stop what I was doing.
The first day Stella fell off the wagon was the day I lost my virginity. My dad works swing shift, usually leaving home around two-fifteen in the afternoon and not getting back home until twelve-thirty or one. It was summer and I was home from school and working part time at Wal-Mart, but on that particular day I was off. Stella got in her car and left just after my dad went to work. I was in my room, which has a window that overlooks the driveway; my lights were out because I had my telescope trained on the full moon and I was trying to find the craters that were on a chart that I had.
Stella's car pulled into the drive and another car pulled in behind her. A man got out of the driver's side of Stella's car and started to walk around to the passenger door. Another man got out of the other car and joined the first man and helped him get Stella out of the car and carry her to the house. I heard them come in the front door and when after five minutes or so and the men hadn't left I went to see what was going on. As I approached the head of the stairs I heard a voice say:
"She's not bad looking for a drunk" and another voice said, "God, but she's tight. She must not get fucked much."
Being curious I stupidly walked to the banister and looked downstairs to see that they had Stella on the couch, dress up to her waist, panties pulled off and one of the men was fucking her. Her eyes were open and her head was rolling from side to side and she was moaning, but if I had to guess I would have said that she didn't have a clue as to what was going on. The first guy got off of her and the second guy got on and I stood there and watched. I must have made a sound because one of the men looked up and saw me.
"Hey" he called, "Get your ass down here."
I was frightened and wanted to run, but there wasn't anyplace I could run to and he was between me and the door downstairs.
"Come on kid, get your ass down here." I went down and he said, "Take your pants off." I just looked at him and he said, "I said get your god damned pants off, now!"
I took them off.
"The jockeys too" he said.
I was standing there naked when the man fucking Stella got off of her. "Okay kid, your turn." I didn't understand what he was saying and the other man said, "Get on her kid and put your dick in her." The first man said, "Yeah, once you do her you won't be able to say shit about us without burning yourself. Go ahead, fuck her."
I shook my head no, "I can't. It wouldn't be right."
"Oh yes you can and you will. Do it on your own and get some pleasure out of it or I'll punch your lights out and we will set you on top of her and take a picture. Either way, you will put your dick in her." I hesitated and he moved toward me and pushed me toward the couch, "Do yourself a favor kid; fuck her and save yourself some pain. Hell, she ain't gonna know that her own kid fucked her anymore than she knew we did."
I looked down at Stella on the couch, legs spread and inviting. I'd had a hard cock ever since I looked over the railing at what was going on; I looked from one man to the other and then I crawled on Stella and gave up my virginity. When I was done the two men fucked her one more time each and then they left. As they were going out the front door one of them turned and said:
"If she keeps coming down to Al's Bar and getting sloshed you'll probably see us again." Then he grinned, "Don't do nothing we wouldn't do" and he left.
I looked at Stella lying on the couch and then I went over and fucked her again. I decided that I couldn't let my dad find her like that so I wrestled her up stairs, undressed her, cleaned her up and put her to bed. I went back to my room and thought about what I had just done. I didn't really have a choice in the matter, at least the first time, I wasn't big enough or strong enough to have fought off those two guys. Then I wondered what the consequences would be if Stella wasn't totally out of it and told my dad what I had done. He wouldn't care why, just that I had. The more I sat there and thought about it though, the harder my dick got. I realized that dad could only kill me once and so I went back and fucked Stella one more time.
When I was done I stood off to the side of the bed and watched her, tits rising and falling as she breathed and damned if I didn't get hard again. I fucked her for the fourth time that night and that time she moaned a little and I thought I felt her hips pushing up at me and I wondered if she was waking up. I got off of her and ran to my room and finished myself off by hand. I was awake when my dad got home and I layed there in my bed expecting him to come barging through the door at any minute. He didn't and nothing was said the next day either. I kept a close eye on Stella to see if she would act any different toward me, but she didn't.
The next day I worked until nine in the evening and Stella was gone when I got home. Around ten-thirty I was again looking through my telescope when two cars again pulled into the drive. One was Stella's, but the other one wasn't the same one from the night before. There were two men, but neither one was familiar. This time they didn't bring Stella inside, just fucked her on the back seat of her car and then they left her there with the door open and the dome light on. I had no desire to see my dad go to jail and he was going to kill her if he came home and found her like that. I went down to see if I could manage to get her up to bed before he got home. It wasn't easy, but I managed to get it done. I got her dirty, cum stained clothes off of her and tossed them into the dirty clothes and then I got a wash rag and cleaned her pussy up as good as I could. That was a mistake because it gave me a hard on. I tweaked her nipples and she moaned, but gave no other indication that she knew what was going on so I took off my pants and fucked her and as I banged away I wondered what she would feel like if I was the first one to get to her. I had no frame of reference because I was a virgin when the men had made me fuck her, but I did know that I liked the feel of her. I fucked her three times before cleaning her up one last time and going off to my own room.
The next night when I got home from work I pulled into the driveway just as three men were bringing Stella home. Two of the men were from the first night and I worked up enough courage to approach them and in a quavering voice I asked them if they would please carry her up to the bedroom.
"I have to get her up there and clean her up before my dad gets home or he'll kill her. I almost couldn't do it when she got left in the car last night."
One guy laughed and said, "Sure kid, we would rather have her on the bed anyway."
They got Stella upstairs, undressed her and put her on the bed and then they took turns on her for the next two hours. Stella moaned and thrashed about under them, but I was sure she didn't really know what was happening to her. When they had finished and were leaving one of them said, "She's all yours kid, enjoy" and they all laughed as they headed for the front door. I looked at the clock and saw that I had enough time so I fucked her twice before doing the usual cleanup and going to my own room.
This went on for the next three weeks and sometimes I fucked her and sometimes I didn't. Of course Stella was good on the weekends when my dad was home, but as soon as he was gone on Monday she went down to Al's Bar, got shit faced and was taken advantage of by anywhere from two to five guys. Then one Thursday while I was sitting at home watching the TV the phone rang and when I answered it a voice said:
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