Chapter 1

Another three hours, another stiffy. Fourteen is a crazy age! I get hard-ons from a warm breeze. At first, I masturbated a lot, but after a couple months I got bored and sore. Now I’m content to walk around the house with a big dick poking behind my sweats.

“Roland, can’t you push that thing to one side, maybe down your pant leg?” Mom is reading a golf magazine at the dining table in the afternoon sun - until she gets distracted.

I’m passing through to get myself an orange from the refrigerator. “Sorry, Mom, but bending my erections gets uncomfortable quick. It’s a pain just to keep it in my pants. The pee hole stings like crazy, Always rubbing on the crotch panel. I pick out my orange, navel, and grab a knife.

“Your father will be home early today. Would you like to go out for dinner? You know I would rather take time to make a great meal than a quick, simple one.”

“How about the family style, Italian place? I love their huge servings stuffed to the gills with cheese and meat!” I take the orange to the table and sit down. Before slicing it in half, I grab a napkin to absorb the juice from cutting. “I’ve been thinking about raping you, Mom.”

She shakes her head and lets go of the page in her hand. It falls back to the magazine. “Rape is wrong, Roland. Get yourself a girlfriend.”

“I’ve tried, but they all think I’m a pervert.” I cut into the orange as carefully as if it is a diamond.

“Don’t the other boy’s in your classes stand out in that regard?” Her eyes indicate the bulge in my lap.

“Some, but they’re either super shy and hide it, or they show off and get big laughs. The guys with small dicks seem to get on much better with chicks.”

“Sweetheart, I think you are a very bright boy but let yourself act dull. Girls pick up on signals like that.”

“You want a slice?” I offer a quarter section.

“Thank you.”

“Thanks for saying I’m smart.” My teeth sink into my quarter, and I suck out the pulp and juice. “Mmm. Maybe my idea to rape you is a smart one.”

“I wouldn’t know, Roland. I’ve never been raped.” Mom frowns at her slice. “There was that time in grade school when a visiting parent found me in the yard and put his hand up my dress.”

“How smart was he?”

“Pretty smart. I started screaming, and he ran.” Mom pokes the slice in her mouth and gently sucks it.

“I guess I should put a gag on you first.” I tear the remaining flesh from the rind of my quarter and swallow.

“Mngl??” She took the slice out of her mouth. “Gag me? I don’t think I’d like that.”

“You’re the one who said rape is wrong.” I pointed the knife at her to sharpen my point.

“I know that much. Don’t you believe me?”

“I love you, but some things I won’t accept as words. This boner is telling it very differently than you.”

“I can imagine. My father would rape my mother, and then they would both tell me how wrong it was. I guess I’m gullible.” She looks wistfully at an advertisement for a DVD to improve your golf game.

Leaving half of the orange unsliced, I stand up - looking at and weighing the knife in my hand. “Grandma’s really sexy for-” I give Mom a blank look. “How old is she?”

“Forty six.” Mom had me when she was sixteen. I’m pretty good with math. That meant, her mom was also sixteen years older than her. Mom’s mention of Grandpa raping Grandma had my boner twitching like mad in my pants. Being careful with the knife, I pulled down my sweatpants. My hard peter springs out. “I bet you’ll be sexier than Grandma when you’re her age.”

Mom gives a disapproving sigh at the sight of my upthrusting manhood. “I’m not ready to be a Grandma.” She bites into her slice, eyes wary of the knife in my hand.

While she chews pulp, I pick up the uneaten half. I step out of my pants and walk up behind her chair. My prick bobbles in the dining room’s air. The itch in its tip cools a bit, and I huff a breath - deciding.

Mom swallowed and set down the flesh stripped rind. “It’s very juicy.”

“I got an idea, Mom.”

“What?” She turned her face upward, angling her neck as best she could to see behind her.

“I don’t want to really gag you, just stop you from screaming.” I place the half orange sideways across her pulp stained lips and press it firmly. The soft mass fills her oral cavity before she can bite down to prevent it. “I’d hate to be the only one who can talk while I’m raping you, Mom.”

Like in her story, Mom shrieked like a little girl, but the orange worked wonders to mute it’s pitch and volume! I felt instantly proud.

Mom tried to grimace, but all that her lips managed was a twisted oval. A single tear struck out from her left eye. She coughed but not from choking. Juice leaked out of the half slice, and she had to swallow continuously until her mouth had pressed out most of it. She reached to pluck the gag, but I caught her hands and held them gently. My paring knife clattered on the table.

“I’m raping you now, Mom. Let’s start with a hand job.” I moved her hands to my prick. They were quite small. She would need both to stimulate me further.

Garbled words eke out from around the soft mass in her jaws. I’ll write her words clearly. “Roland! I’m spitting this out.” The semi-crushed orange half starts to exit as her tongue works to find leverage.

“NO!” I shouted, moving her left hand to the cresting orange. I use it to press the saliva moistened rind back into her mouth. I put her right hand on my cock. “Hold this, Mom. Start stroking.” I let go, hoping my order would at least pause her while I picked up the knife. Its blade flashes the sun’s rays into her eyes.

Mom blinks, cringing slightly. Her hand grips my boner and begins servicing it. “I guess if I’m going to be raped. It’s probably smart that you have a weapon.”

“Yeah.” I had been about to return the knife to the table. I do withdraw it a bit to prevent an accident. “That feels good, Mom.” Her little hand has to work hard, while I keep the orange half in her mouth, with her left.

“I don’t like doing it one bit.”

“Yeah, yeah. That’s to be expected.”

“Naturally.” Mom sighed - swallowed some juice.

“Hey, Mom. Let’s say I might cut you if you try to get rid of that orange in your mouth. I want you to play with my balls and jerk me.” I wave the knife.

“I can’t argue with that, and you seem intent on raping me.” Mom lets the half orange sink back into her jaws. She manages a better frown as her other hand reaches for my scrotum.

“Treat them nice, Mom. You must give Dad handjobs. You’re doing it really nice.”

“I don’t have a choice.” Her hand cups my balls and fondles them as if she practices regularly. “Your father’s and my sex life are private, Roland.”

“As long as you keep obeying, I don’t need to know that stuff.” I groan, fully enjoying how Mom strokes my dick and balls. The afternoon sun warms my back, and I feel sooo goood! “Mmmmnn.”

My left hand is free to do what I want while my right holds the knife. I take hold of her right tit and heft it. “You sure have big tits. They’re major heavy.” I pump my big cock into her hand, to show that I’m no slouch on my side of the genitalia spectrum.

“Tell me about it. My back gets sore on days of lots of bending over. If we could save enough for a breast reduction, that would be a great relief!” The orange in her mouth corrupts a lot of her words, but I’m pretty sure I’m understanding her. Still it’s annoying to have to decipher.

“Now that I’m threatening you with a knife, I don’t think we need the gag. I’m going to put my dick in your mouth. Get on your knees, Mom.”

Mom’s awkward grimace twists, and she nods. I pluck out the half sucked orange and lick it for giggles - then toss it to the table. Mom keeps an eye on the knife that might hurt her if she screams. She slides off of her chair and sinks to her knees. Her hands keep pleasuring my dick and balls, pleasure enhanced by her smooth obedience.

I grab her hair. “Take off your top. I wanna see those big titties for myself while you suck me.” I wait for her hands to release my happy cock. Then I stuff half of it into her mouth. Half of my cock is more filling than half an orange. “It’ll go really bad for you if you bite me.” I shake the knife once.

She tries to reassure me, but my rutting dick muffles her words. I’m saddened by her incoherence. My hand in her hair keeps her head from nodding. “Don’t talk, Mom. Suck. I trust you’ll do me right.” She is my mother, after all. Talented too - her mouth goes to work on my dick like a seasoned whore. Her hands quickly unbutton and part her blouse.

“Green?” I observe the color of her massive bra. It didn’t seem like her color. I may be smart, but don’t ask me to make fashion choices. “Take it off.”

Man, her mouth is going to town on my prick! I can’t help but stuff more of my meat into her face. She gags and chokes, but I’m adamant. “Suck me deep, Mom! I don’t care if you can’t breathe for a little bit. You’re too damn good at cocksucking!” I chastise myself after forcing myself down Mother’s throat. While I’m sure this rape is going great, it wouldn’t be a proper rape if I didn’t get into one of her other holes and cream it.

Spittle drips out of the corners as her mouth strives to eject the body obstructing her airway. She holds her breath for maybe ten seconds before convulsing, desperate for oxygen. Gods, how her shuddering throat stimulates my prickhead! I nearly cum right then!

I pull my prick all the way out. “That was intense!”

Mom gasps and coughs. I slap her face while she heaves for air. “Get working on that bra like I told you.” She continues to cough but her hands make better progress on her top underwear. Two double Ds spill out and down her bare chest. They shake and shudder until Mom’s paroxysm subsides.

“I’m not your first rape, am I, Sweetheart?”

“Actually, you are, Mom, but I watch a lot of porn. Are your lungs better?” Her tits were in perfect form.

“No!” She exclaims. “I-Glllgghh!!” My cock thrusts once more between her open lips.

I press nearly all of my meat into her face. “I wanna fuck your throat!” I begin humping as much cock as I can, in and out of her deep, oral recess. Of course she gags.

“Damn, your throat feel tight on my prick!” I fuck her hard for another ten seconds. I’m bursting to cum, but I have a responsibility to do this right.

Mom gasps louder when I pull out of her face. Her body rocks from her heaves. My dick is glowing red from effort and friction. It glistens from spit. I bend my knees. Lower, I draw Mom down by her hair to the floor. “Gotta fuck those titties, Mom.”

“You’re <HACK!> being real thorough<COUGH!>.” She lays back, keeping an eye on the knife.

“You deserve my best, Mom.” I straddle her prone torso and crouch until my wet dick slaps between her splayed titties. I release her hair and set the knife on the table. “I don’t want to cut you by accident.”

“You’re very considerate, Roland. I know, if you need to, you can grab it again and threaten me at a moment’s notice.”

“Are you sure this is YOUR first rape?” I smirk and begin sawing my cock along her tit groove. My hands press her mounds around the turgid, thrusting member. “I could totally cum from this!”

“The little that I know about rape comes from reading #MeToo posts. Those poor women! None of them seem to get a quality rape like the one you’re giving.”

Mom’s unintended lecture saps some of my enjoyment from fucking her big tits. “I don’t want to think about badly raped women!” I slap her face.

“Ow.” She mutters and cringes. “Okay!”

My titty fuck slows and stops, disappointment palpable. Mom pouts unhappily. “Did I ruin it?”

“Yeah, a little.” I snort. “But no biggie.” My face switches to a sharp grin. “I didn’t want to cum in your tits, however much as I’d love to see your throat painted.” I step my splayed knees down her body and my hands grip her pants. “I think it’d be great if I got you pregnant!”

“Please, don’t! Roland. Your father and I can’t afford it!”

“Rape doesn’t work that way, Mom. I’m pretty sure.” I tug at her pants, but the metal clasp holds firm. I’m no jock. I am smart, however, and I quickly unclasp her pants and rip open the zipper. My effort delights me when her pants tear farther than the zipper’s base, with a hearty RIIIPPP!!

“Nooo! Those were new.” Mom’s frown could make statues cry.

“Lift up your ass.” I struggle to pull her pants and green panties down her thighs.