Chapter 7

In a moment, the last vestige of Lorraine’s modesty had rounded her knees. It then slid over her calves and down over her ankles and feet. Finally, Aaron was holding her panties aloft before he also threw these to the crowd of ravenous black boys who gleefully tore them apart in an attempt to gain a souvenir. She was completely naked now and not only that but she was sitting on the edge of her own kitchen table with her legs spread wide. Her pussy was exposed and barely an inch away from her son and, while she tried not to think of what might happen next, her imagination ran wild with the worst sorts of thoughts even if they were nightmares that were completely understandable considering the predicament Lorraine found herself in. As the boys continued to cheer with their latest glorious victory, Lorraine could only bury her face in her hands so great was her shame. She now wriggled away from Aaron while he was distracted and, once she had done so, she clamped her legs tightly together and hoped that the boys couldn’t see more than the dark blond pubic hair that sprang up from between her tightly clenched thighs. Yet, like so many times before, it was a wish that would go unfulfilled for, almost as soon as Lorraine had wriggled away, she felt her son grabbing ahold of her knees and, as he now tried to spread them, she pulled her face out of her hands as if she had no choice but to witness the ongoing horror.

“Hey mom, what do you think about letting your own fourteen year old son spread your legs and show your pussy to all these black boys while they record it on their cameras?”

It was Lorraine’s kryptonite and she knew it and so her heart sank as she now realized that any resistance on her part had been nothing but an illusion. It was just something she told herself while going through the motions to make her feel better and as if she actually had a chance at escaping the worst things that her son could think up. So, instead, she now spoke the answer as she allowed Aaron to drag her forward. In a moment she was again sitting on the edge of the table with her lower legs dangling free while Aaron’s hands went between her knees so that he could spread her thighs apart.

“Whuh-why I thuh-think that’s a guh-great idea.” Lorraine now said as she forced a pained smile on her fae and tears welled up in her eyes. Then Aaron was spreading her legs while lifting up her knees. Her son was forcing her to lean back and so Lorraine placed her hands behind her. It was the only way to avoid being laid on her back and, if that had happened, any one of them could have climbed on top of her. It was a situation she was desperate to avoid although a part of her mind kept whispering that there wasn’t anything she could do to stop it. For now, at least, Lorraine had other worries for Aaron was slowly pushing her legs apart and Lorraine thanked Jesus for her forest of thick, dark blonde hair that obscured the view of her sex. NOw, Lorraine even tried to comfort herself by thinking that this wasn’t that different from the hair that grew from her head.

“Wow,” exclaimed Aaron and his voice was filled with awe. For Lorrianes legs were still being pushed further apart and, with each passing second, her son was now getting to see more and more of the dark blond forest that had always been hidden. The other boys all seemed to be in agreement because there was a low mutter that now rumbled from one end of the crowd to the other. Whatever giggling and carrying on that had been there before was now gone and a hushed silence came into the room. Instead, it was now completely quiet other than some pushing and shoving and shifting of feet as each boy jockeyed for position. All of them now wanted to be the one whose camera was in the best position to film Lorraine’s naked pussy. But things were still going from bad to worse for once Aaron had opened her legs, he then placed his hands on her shoulders as he then pushed them back. He was wanting her to lean back and this was the last thing that Lorraine wanted for it was dangerously close to being pushed flat on her back but she still felt as if she had no choice and so she leaned back and put her arms behind her to support her. Then Aaron’s hands moved back to the inside of her thighs and he now slid his fingertips towards hers and only stopped when he was inches away from her sex.

“Ooooooh God!!!!” Lorraine now squealed and it was meant to be a squeal of terror but, even to her own ears, she could tell the difference between terror and a squeal of anticipation. Whichever it was it was becoming a more difficult battle between her wanting to comply for the sake of her children and her overwhelming desire to flee and then regain her modesty. For her every nerve ending was beginning to tremble while her eyes bulged out wide and her mouth hung open in a silent scream.

“Mom, do you know what happens now?” Aaron asked. The boy couldn’t seem to wipe that smirk off his face to save his life. Now that Lorraine thought about it, if her son was in on the planning of this day’s events, a part of him would want her to know, wouldn’t it?

“Aaron, please”. Lorraine begged in response. Her rational mind didn’t actually believe she could get out of anything by begging, but in the ongoing battle for control of her actions, Lorraine’s rational mind was losing control to her animal instincts.

“Come on mom, tell me what happens now,” Aaron then demanded as he continued to stroke Lorraine’s inner thighs.

“What ... what happens n-now is ... is my son t-touches me between my l-legs.”

The words came out in a shuddering gasp and Lorraine was horrified at just how arousing it was to have her legs stroked like that. In addition, she sensed a finality in her own voice. It was as if a part of her had given up, or had at least finally decided what it had to do to survive this ordeal.

“Do you want me to touch you between your legs mom? Do you want your son to touch you on your pussy?”

Lorraine now made up her mind that, at least for the moment, cooperation was her only option and if doing what these evil monsters wanted her to do saved her children, well then, God would sustain her in her darkest hour.

“Yuh-yes, I wuh-want my own s-son to touch me between my legs. Please Aaron t-touch me on my p-pussy. I wuh-want you to so bad.”

“Oh but mom, if I touch you between your legs, I’m going to want to stick my fingers in your pussy? You don’t want that do you?” Aaron voice had a mocking tone. “Is that what you want mom, for your son to stick his fingers in your pussy”. It was harder for Lorraine to say these words. Though her son now had her body yearning for sex, the very thought of her son sticking his fingers deep inside her made Lorraine sick. Still the pretty Catholic mom now somehow found the words as she continued to look at the cameras.

“Yes, that’s what I want. I want m-my son to stick his fingers deep inside m-my p-pussy”.

“O.k. well if you Lorraine Miller, want your son to stick his fingers in your pussy, then I, as your son, feel it’s my duty to give you what you want”.

“O.k. boys gather round” Tyrell commanded in a loud voice. The cameras moved in closer. Some hung back to get full body shots of the two. Others tried to squeeze as close to Aaron as they could. His body was mostly blocking the view of his mother’s wide open crotch. A few more boys kneeled down to get the shot from the level of the table. Others positioned themselves for a birds’ eye view of what had to be the crowning achievement of the day’s events as far as the boys were concerned. The remaining cameras focused on Lorraine’s face, wanting to capture every facial expression the young mother made as her son’s fingers explored every now unprotected nook and cranny of her sex. Aaron stopped the stroking motion on his mother's thighs. He then stepped towards her slightly and turned 90 degrees so that all of the cameras had a full view of Lorraine’s wide open legs as each boy now recorded on film what only Lorraine’s husband and her female doctor had ever seen before...