Maureen watched the car slowly disappeared down the road into the heat of the early afternoon sun. Henry was leaving on another one of his trips. He was a computer consultant and owned his own small firm. Any time one of the companies that used his software had any problems, he would personally go and de bug it for them. It was a personal touch that kept his business humming. He would usually be gone for a week, but he got to travel to some really nice places and write them off his taxes.

Waving, one last time, Maureen turned and started for the house. It would have been nice to go with Henry, she thought, but she had a busy week all planned out and some of the things she had to do couldn't be canceled. Besides, she enjoyed being semi-alone and independent every once in a while. Her son, Erin would be home, but being a senior at Ridgemont High, he didn't stick around the house a lot of the time.

Bending over, she picked up a newspaper that someone had tossed into the driveway. It seemed there was always a newspaper of some denomination in the driveway and no matter how many times you picked them up another one magically reappeared. It had to be some sort of magic, she thought. It was as if they sensed that the driveway was empty and rushed over to deposit another one on the barren landscape.

Oh, well, so was life in the nineties.

Tossing the paper in the direction of the big trash bin in front of the garage, she opened the door. Stepping inside, she closed the door and locked it behind her. Humming merrily, she started toward the kitchen. Turning the corner, she saw Erin standing by the door looking at her. He had a strange look on his face, she thought as she walked up to him.

"Are you okay, darling?" She asked him, giving him a peck on the cheek, "You look kind of funny."

"I was just getting tired of waiting for the old fart to leave," he leered at her.

"What did you say, Erin?" She asked, not believing what she had heard him say as she took a step back and looked at him with disbelief.

"You heard me," he snarled at her, "I said that I was getting tired of waiting for you to come back inside."

"Don't you use that tone of voice with me, young man," she snarled back at him unable to believe his surliness.

"I'll use any fucking tone of voice I want to," he growled at her.

"ERIN Roberts, what has gotten into you?" She screeched, taking stepping farther back away from him.

"And my fucking name is Skip," he told her emphatically, "and don't get me confused with the little pansy, Erin, understand?"

"WHAT, what, I don't understand, Erin," she gasped, her eyes bugging out as she stared in wonder at her son.

"Didn't you hear me," he said, lunging at her and roughly grabbing her by the shoulders.

"OH ERIN DON'T," she screeched, "PLEASE STOP IT."

She wished she hadn't spoken because before the words were out of her mouth, the back of her son's hand smashed into her face with such force it almost knocked her down.

"Listen, Bitch, I'm only going to tell you one more fucking time, so listen to me carefully," he threatened her, "my Fucking name is Skip. Skip. Got it?"

"Uh, yes, yes, Sk, Skip," she sobbed, rubbing her cheek where he had struck her.

"That's better," he smiled coldly, "much better."

She didn't know what to do as she stood cowering against the wall afraid to move. Her son had never acted this way before. He had always been the perfect son. He had never been in trouble or given them one moment of grief. But now, now he was acting like a deranged lunatic. It was as if something inside his head had snapped causing him to go berserk.

"Uh, Er, uh, Sk, Skip," she finally muttered as he just stood looking at her like a wolf staring at a sheep just before he devoured it, "what do you want?"

"Well, Maureen, Baby," he smirked, slowly walking toward her, "I thought that maybe you and I could get to know each other a little better."

"What, what do you mean?" She flinched as he stopped in front of her.

"I mean," he grinned evilly, slowly reaching out and taking her by the wrists, "I would like to get to know you up close and personal."

"What, what," she stuttered as he slowly forced her hands behind her back, "what are you going to do?"

She fought to keep him from pinning her hands behind her back but it was futile. He was just too strong as he pulled her hands together behind her back and clenched them in one strong fist. Then, holding her hands behind her, his other hand slowly moved up to the top button of her dress.

"What, what," she sputtered as he casually popped the button open, "no, no, Erin, oh, no, Sk, Skip, don't do this to me."

"I'm going to forgive you for calling me Erin, this time," he coldly mocked her, unbuttoning another button, "but you'll regret it if you do it again."

Trembling with fear and disgust, she looked down as he slowly undid another button. Then another until her dress was unbuttoned all the way down to her waist.

"I'll bet you are one more sexy lady, underneath this dress," he laughed cruelly as he quickly unthreaded her belt through its buckle, "and I can hardly wait to see."

"No, please, for God's sake," she pleaded, "don't do this."

"Why?" He asked coldly, as he popped open the last button.

"I'm your mother for God's sake," she exclaimed.

"You are that sissy Erin's mother," he snarled, "you are nothing to me."

"Oh, no," she groaned, "what is wrong with you?"

"Hey, man," he cackled fiendishly, "I am just horny from being cooped up in there with that wimp who has never even tried to get laid."

"OH, NO, NOT THAT," she gasped struggling harder to escape.

Just then, he let go of her hands and took a small step away from her.

Then with all his strength, he drew back and slapped her. The force of the blow sent her reeling back against the wall as she fought to remain conscious. The room swirled about her, growing dark as brilliant flashes of light filled her head. She tried to keep from passing out. Finally, after several moments, her vision slowly returned. Just in time to see step up in front of her.

"Listen, Maureen," he said calmly as if nothing had happened, "you fight and you're going to get hurt. Maybe bad. So if I were you I would just relax and go with the flow. Who knows, you may like it."

Running her tongue around inside her mouth, she felt the burning scrape where her teeth had cut into her cheek. She could taste the blood, but was thankful that he had hit her with the flat of his hand instead of his fist. Flicking her tongue out, she licked at the trickle of blood that was running out of the corner of her mouth.

"I hope that you have decided to cooperate," he leered, slowly reaching up and pushing her dress back off her shoulders.

She was terrified. She wanted to stop him, but she knew if she did, he would hurt her. All she could do was stand there and take it, hoping that sooner or later he would let his guard down and she could somehow escape.

Her dress rustled to the floor, landing in a puddle at her feet. She now stood before her smirking son wearing only her panties and brassiere.

"Nice, oh yeah, very nice," he laughed moronicly.

How could this be happening to her, she hysterically asked herself?.

How could she be standing there letting her nineteen year old son feast his eyes on her near nudity?

Self consciously, she brought her arms up to cover her breasts, but she quickly let the drop back down as he drew back his arm to strike her.

"Hey, you're learning quick," he cackled.

"Don't do this to me, please," she begged him.

"Let's see," he went on, ignoring her plea, "Let me guess. 38-26-34. Right?"

"Uh-huh," she snuffled, determined not to give him the satisfaction of knowing her real measurements of 41-27-34.

"I don't know," he said, cocking his head and staring at her breasts, as if he had read her mind, "Maybe I was shorting you a little in the breast department. Bet they are closer to 40 inchers."

The little bastard she thought.

"Turn around," he ordered her, "and let me take your brassiere off and I can make a more educated estimate."

"Please don't" she pleaded with him, tears running down her cheeks and mingling with the blood leaking out of the corner of her mouth.

Grabbing her by the shoulders, he violently spun her around. She grabbed for the wall to steady herself as she swayed back and forth for a moment. As she fought to regain her balance, she felt his fingers make quick work of the fastener of her brassiere. As the clasp parted, the tight, restraining constriction of the brassiere relaxed and slipped halfway down her arms before she could stop it.

Suddenly, she felt herself being spun back around at the same instant her brassiere was torn off her arms.

"Oh, My, God," she heard her son moan as he gaped at her bare bosom.

"Oh, Erin, don't," she cried throwing her arms up in front of herself to cover her nudity.

"It's Skip, Bitch," he said, slapping her and knocking her arms down in one swift motion.

She stood before him, her arms hanging helplessly at her sides as he gawked at her big, drooping breasts.

She had always been proud of her breasts, but now she wished she didn't have any. Maybe he would have stopped if she had been ugly.

Crying and blushing, there was nothing she could do to stop the pain and humiliation.

"They are even prettier that I thought they would be," he said quietly, slowly reaching out and flicking one big nipple. "They're fucking beautiful."

"Oh, God, Please," she sobbed helplessly, "Please don't."

"Hey, Maureen, Baby," he jeered, "We are almost there."

She wished she could find a hole to crawl in and die as she waited for him to make the next move.

"You want to take your panties off," she smiled wickedly, "or do you want me to do it for you?"

"Oh, Please," she blubbered again.

"Okay, if you insist," he said, reaching for her hips.

"Wait, wait," she wept, "I'll do it."

Not wanting to feel him touch her again, she reached down and hooked her thumbs under the waist band of her lacy panties. Then slowly, she peeled them down her long, shapely legs then bent over and stepped out of them. She could feel his evil eyes on her breasts as they bounced and wiggled.

"Hey, the carpet matches the drapes," he laughed as she stood back up, "and the carpet is deep pile too."

"Oh, My, God," she groaned, blushing brightly as she realized he was referring to her hair, both head and pubic.

"You are one more pretty broad," he smiled appreciatively as he took a step back and gave her body one more appreciative look. "Even prettier than Erin and I thought you would be."

She just stood there, her body shaking from the sobs that wracked her.

"Okay, come on," he told her, spinning her around until she faced the stairway leading up to the upper floor.

Her legs wouldn't work until she felt the sting of a hard slap of his hand on her butt. Then she quickly lurched toward the stairs.

"I was going to fuck you in Erin's bed," he laughed sarcastically, "but your bed is bigger and we are going to need all the room we can have before I get through with you."

Whimpering helplessly, she plodded up the stairs followed by her leering son. She didn't know what she could do to stop the degradation he was heaping on her. What had she ever done to deserve this? She had always tried to be a good Christian woman, and now this. What kind of God would allow such a thing, she wondered as she reached to top of the landing?

Before she knew it, they were in the bedroom she shared with Henry.

And now, it looked like she would be sharing it with her son, Erin, or Skip, or who ever the fuck he was or wasn't. She was so confused her head hurt as she felt Skip shove her toward the bed.

"Crawl up on the bed and get comfortable," he ordered her, "while I bring my big bad boy out to meet you."

She stumbled over to the bed and slowly crawled up on it. Sitting down, she fearfully watched her son undress.

He quickly peeled his shirt off, revealing his well-muscled chest and washboard stomach. The big muscles in his arms bulged out impressively as he slowly unfastened his pants. Ashamed of herself for doing so, she found her eyes being drawn down to the pit of his stomach as she awaited the unveiling of his malignant monster.

Then with a quick jerk, he slipped his pants and shorts down and his penis flopped out into the open.

"Oh, God," she gasped involuntarily when she saw it.

It was monstrous. It looked like some evil, one-eyed snake dangling down between his muscular thighs. It looked like it was a foot long as it flopped about evilly. She had never seen anything so evil and malignant. Then as she continued to stare at his wiggling cock, he took off his shoes and socks. Then it hit her like a jackhammer, the malignancy between his legs was beginning to harden.

"Well, Maureen, Baby," he scoffed at her, "how do you like my Big Bad Boy?"

"It is grotesque," she muttered, hatred in her voice.

"Oh, now, don't be catty," he laughed, sauntering over to the bed, "I'll bet it is a lot bigger that old Henry's."

She was speechless with fear and disgust as she watched him slowly crawl up on the bed.

"You'll probably be begging for more," he cackled insanely as he grabbed his cock and began stroking it, "by the time he's done with you."

"You little son-of-a-bitch," she growled at him, unable to take her eyes off his hand as it ran up and down his monstrous cock, "you will live to regret this."

"Oh, I doubt it," he sneered, "It's just too bad old Erin couldn't be here to watch."

"God, I hate you," she hissed, "whoever you are."

"Now, Maureen, don't be that way," he said, "you might hurt my feelings."

"You can't have any feelings," she retorted, " or you wouldn't be doing this."

"Shut up and lay down," he ordered her.

"Oh, God, I hate you, I hate you, I hate you," she repeated as she slowly rolled over onto her back, "you'll roast in hell for this."

"You meant that you would send your, dear, sweet, little Erin to hell," he laughed crazily, "just to get even with me?"

"Oh, Fuck you, you bastard," she screamed out at him.

"Quite the contrary, my dear lady," she jeered, "I'm going to fuck you."

Looking down, she saw that his cock was now hard and stiff. As he got to his hands and knees, his cock slashed back and forth angrily. It had to be a foot long, she estimated. And as big around as a baseball bat. Shit, he would probably split her in two and she would bleed to death. Some fate, to be fucked to death by your only son.

Throwing one leg over her, he sat on her stomach. As he sat on her, his gigantic prick jutted out and rested between her big pink breasts.

"Would you like a taste before I stick in your oven?"

"Fuck you, bastard," she rebuked him.

"Come on, Maureen," he teased her, "he wants you to give him a kiss."

"Fuck him, too," she growled.

"Now don't be a spoil sport," he grinned down at her slowly scooting up and pushing the great swollen head of his cock closer to her lips.

"I might get angry and have to teach you another lesson," he sneered angrily, "if you treat my friend here badly."

"Oh, you fucking, bastard," she muttered, slowly opening her mouth.

He slowly eased his hips forward, letting the big purple head of his cock slip between his mother's full, ripe lips.

"Just a little suck, Maurie," he teased her, pushing it in farther, "Please."

Gently closing her lips down around the bulbous head of her son's cock, she started to close her teeth down on it. The instant her teeth touched the tender skin of his dickhead, she saw him draw his hand back to strike her. This time it was a fist and not an open hand.

"I don't think I would do that," he warned her, "or you won't have any teeth left to bite with when I get through with you."

Glaring up at him with hatred in her eyes, she gently began sucking on his cockhead.

"Oh, Yes, that's the way," he groaned. "It even feels better than I thought it would."

She would kill him if it weren't for Erin, she thought as she sucked on his giant prick. She had never felt such rage. How could he do this to her?

"Oh, that's enough of that," he panted, his breath coming faster now, "I don't want to cum in your mouth...yet."

The hatred in her eyes was lethal as he slowly eased his spit-wet cock out of her mouth.

"You certainly know how to give head, Maurie," he said, scooting back down her body.

She watched him as he scrambled back down the bed. Hoping that he would come to his senses before he did the unthinkable, she kept her legs tightly squeezed together.

"Please, Er, Skip, don't do this," she pleaded with him as he grabbed hold of her legs.

"Spread, em, bitch," he growled, pulling at her legs, "before I have to hurt you."

Sensing the futility of resistance, she slowly relaxed and felt him quickly push her legs apart. She could see sweat glistening on his forehead as he scrambled up between her outstretched legs. She had never felt so violated and vulnerable as he gawked down at her exposed womanhood.

"God, Maureen, it's beautiful." He groaned. "It's so pink, and soft, and wet."

How could it be wet? There was something wrong. She couldn't be wet.

Maybe, her body was just preparing itself for the inevitable. In self defense. What ever, she didn't feel the least bit aroused by the boy and his monstrous cock. Well, maybe just a tiny bit, she admitted.

Still, she hated him.

Suddenly, he reached down and lifted her legs up off the bed. Then running his arms underneath her legs, he hoisted them up until her thighs were pushed up against her breasts. She was now totally defenseless against his onslaught. Then she felt the big hard head of his cock probing, blindly searching for her vagina as he hunched into her. It bounced and probed the delicate flesh around her vagina, but couldn't find the opening.

"Put it in, Bitch," he growled breathlessly, "hurry up and put it in you."

With a sob, she reached down to his bobbing, dancing evilness and took hold of its disgusting shaft. Moving the great oiled head of his serpent down, she quickly found the wet readiness of her cunt.

Groaning in protest, she fitted the repulsive head of his prick into her waiting socket.

The instant he felt the heat of her pussy wrap itself around his bulging cockhead, he lunged forward, driving his cock into her all the way up to its thick, hairy hilt.

"Oh, My, Fucking, God," she gasped as pain shot through her cunt.

She had never been penetrated so deeply. The head of his huge cock had to be inside her cervix. But, before she had time to think, he began to pound his cock into her at a furious rate. In and out, in and out, it invaded her delicate insides like a runaway freight train.

Abruptly, she began to feel the birth of an orgasm. His huge cock was so big, it was rubbing on her clitoris going in and coming out both.

As much as she hated him and what he was doing to her, she couldn't stop the excitement and pleasure that he was creating in her cunt.

"Oh, you fucking bastard," she growled, digging her fingernails into his back. "Fuck me harder, you little shit, fuck me."

It was like pouring gasoline on a fire, she thought as she felt his hips shift into another gear. The sparkles of delight emanating from her clitoris had rapidly turned into a blow torch of pure raging pleasure. There was no way she could deny herself now. She was going to have an orgasm, the likes of which she had never before experienced.

"oh, fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck, gonna cum, gonna cum, gonna cum, gonna cum," she blathered slamming herself up against his hammering hips.

Then it came. Like the detonation of an atomic bomb, her vagina burst into a raging inferno. Pleasure, so pure and profound, poured out of her cunt directly into her soul. She was lifted to another plane where life ceased to exist as she was immersed in pool of pure ecstatic energy. She swam in the pool, diving and drinking of its soul cleansing nectar until at last, she was lifted by angels. But she fought them, clawing and scratching, not wanting to ever leave such a wondrous place. But they were stronger and she soon found herself returning to her body which was still being battered and barraged by her deranged son.

He was Superman. His hips continued to fly back and forth like some devilish fucking machine. But even as she tried to bring herself to hate him again, she felt the stirrings of another orgasm begin down deep inside her abused cunt.

"Hurry, fuck me hard, you bastard," she cursed at him, "make me cum again."

Their bodies smashed together like fighting cats. Caterwauling screams of passion and obscene, disgusting sounds of sex filled the air as he fucked her like she had never been fucked before. She was quickly becoming addicted to his huge reaming cock. She had to have it again and again.

Time seemed to stand still as they fucked and fucked. As he fucked her, he clawed at her big, firm breasts, squeezing and crushing them with his hands. Soon an hour had passed unnoticed by them.