Chapter 9

Once at school, I went to see Ms. Rainer. I had to find out as much as possible about social security payments. Knocking on her door, she surprised me when she came up behind me. “Hi Fanny, I hope you’re not here to tell me you’re pregnant.”

“No, Ms. I wanted to ask you about social security payments and see if I can claim anything from Mum. I’ve moved out of home, and Mrs Barnes has kindly let me stay with them. Can I claim any money from her?”

“Does your mum receive a pension?”

“Yes, she does. It’s a single mum’s pension plus the money she gets from the men who live with her.”

“That’s not allowed. If your mum has a man living with her, she’s not allowed a pension. If Centrelink found out, they would claim it all back with interest and may prosecute her for fraud, sending her to jail. How long has she been defrauding the state?”

“Sorry, Ms. I don’t know.”

“But to answer your question. Your mum is entitled to money from your father to help raise you, but if you’ve moved out of her home. You’re not entitled to anything from her. However, you would likely qualify for a Youth Allowance, being independent, and living away from home. Does that clarify things for you?”

“Yes, it does. Thank you, Ms.”

It was late Monday night with the three of us sitting in Hector’s car parked two doors from Mum’s place, and all we had to do was wait until the lights went out.

The lights in the bedroom came on, and you could see the glow from around the curtains. A short time later, they went out, and we waited a further five minutes before we put on our latex gloves, and I said, “Time to go.”

Mum is crazy. She leaves the back door unlocked. We tiptoed down the side of the house and into the back garden without making a sound, and as expected, the back door slid open. Making no noise, we made it to my old bedroom and took a pillow slip from a pillow, and then it was time for action.

Standing at her bedroom door, I turned the handle and slowly opened it. The three of us froze in our tracks as the door squeaked. The only sound we heard was Mum’s deep breathing with the occasional snore. She was out of it, no doubt drinking a half bottle of vodka before going to bed.

There was little light, only the glow of the streetlights filtering around the curtains, but enough to let us make our way to the side of the bed.

We made our move. Hector pulled the pillow slip over her head, and Carlos wrapped the gaffer tape over her mouth, wrapping it around her head several times. Mum shrieked and screamed, lashing out with her arms and legs. Once the guys had covered her face, I turned on the lights, allowing us to see. She was making incoherent sounds around her gag that made no sense at all.

Hector pulled her down the bed by her legs while Carlos sat by the bedhead, pulling her arms behind her. Hector grabbed her ankles to stop her thrashing around, pulled the bedsheets off her, revealing her naked body, and then spread her legs wide, opening her up for me to abuse.

Taking the lube, I smeared it all over her well-used cunt, and found her loose box full of cum. My god, has she no shame. Her supposed boyfriend is in hospital, and she’s already screwing some other guy. Her cunt was so loose I effortlessly pushed my fist inside her. Mum was crying and mumbling through her gag, but I had no sympathy. She turned her back on me, and now it was her turn to suffer as I continued fisting her, pulling my clenched fist from her slack box, then ramming it back in.

After fisting her, next was the baseball bat. I didn’t bother to apply lube. I rammed it inside her as hard as I could, causing her to scream, and then I fucked her with it. Hoping to rub her insides raw like Dipstick did to me.

“How do you feel Mum? Are you scared? Am I hurting you? I fucking hope so. Did you think you were going to be raped by some stranger? Yet, here I am, raping you with a baseball bat. How does it feel you slag? You fucking useless mother. Now you know how I felt. Shit scared when your shithead boyfriend raped me. Guess what? When he gets out of the hospital, he will confess he raped me. How does that make you feel, huh?

“Don’t bother going to the cops to dob me in, or I’ll land you in deep shit with Centrelink, telling them you’ve been drawing a pension when you’re not entitled to one. They may even send you to jail. Just imagine a day without grog, you drunken, pathetic slut.”

To complete her humility, I lifted my skirt, took off my panties, and pissed over the pillow slip covering her face. Laughing, we left her alone without a care in the world.