Chapter 1

Last evening, when mom told me that we would be spending our weekend at our cabin in the mountain, I simply jumped with delight. I always loved to visit our old little cabin situated at the foothills. I knew this would be our last holiday together for this season. With the winter gone and weather slowly turning warm and pleasant, it won't be long when our small hillside town will be flooded by tourists and mother will be very busy for the remaining of the season. Mom was a tourist guide as well as a rock-climbing trainer. Usually, she worked at a local gym teaching fat rich ladies the art of getting slim. But, during the four months of summer she would take a break from her gymnasium and do what she liked most, hiking and teaching people about rock climbing.

Our little town is a major destination for the freaks who didn't mind spending a fortune for enjoying and learning mountaineering, and mom was good at it. There is another reason why she loved her summer job very much; it gives her a chance to earn a lot of money, sometimes sufficient to support her and I, her teenaged son of fifteen, for the remaining eight months. Mainly because of this reason she had purchased a piece of land in the foothills and built a small cabin there, so that her excursionists can make a halt out there. Deep in the woods, the small cabin was situated near a small creek making it a perfect place for a weekend and I have always loved to be there. There were few other cabins also, belonging to other tourist guides, scattered over a large area. But, it was told that mom was the best of all and so most of the tourists wanted to join her team only.

Mom would be turning thirty-six, next month and she was still gorgeous looking. Working as a physical training instructor had kept her body in perfect shape, and even in my group of friends she was always a thing of envy. I had seen people turning head to look at my mother's tall five eight figure, her dark brown eyes, her long shapely legs and her big bouncy boobs and buttocks. Because of the nature of her job she had kept her hair very short, which always gave her a very youthful look, hiding her actual age. I always felt proud of her. Mom had learnt mountaineering from her father and since last year she had started teaching some of the finer tricks to me.

My father was an outsider, he came here for spending his summer holidays sixteen years ago and fell in love with mom, got married and settled down in our little town. Initially everything was ok, but later he became restless. He was a big city man and our little town was too backward for his taste. Mom was not willing to move out of town as it would have taken her away from her first love the beautiful countryside, the mountains and the fresh atmosphere. Finally they decided to split up and my father went back to his city after the divorce. He got married there again. I didn't go with him as I wanted to be with mom and father too was not much interested to take me with him. That was five-year ago. Mother didn't marry again; perhaps she didn't want to, though I would not say that she was leading a life of celibacy. Time and again I heard about her affairs, but none of them materialized into marriage.

Thursday night we were busy preparing for our trip. I was so excited about the trip that at times mom had to control me. Eagerly, I waited impatiently for the Friday afternoon when we would be starting our journey. We started our journey at around four, when mom returned from the gym. From our house the cabin was about half an hour by car and then about two hours hiking into the mountains. Mom parked the car at an inn at the base of the hill. The owner Mr. Bob was an old friend of my grandpa. After collecting our essential luggage for our weekend and for tracking we finally left for out cabin.

When we reached at cabin, it was almost seven. It was night already and the area was covered with darkness. The moon was out in the sky but because of trees it was not always visible. We could see the illuminated town down in the valley. During the way we passed by some of the cabins, all were without any sign of occupancy. Our cabin was the farthest, and the nearest hut was about half a mile away from it. Mom opened the cottage and turned on the light. In an effort to attract more and more tourists, the government has extended the electric connections to all base huts. So we didn't have a problem lighting, but the facility was not extended beyond this point, and all the tourists willing to stay in the mountains had to travel with proper lighting arrangements. Mom asked me to collect some fresh water from the creek, so I took a flask and went out to bring water. I was thrilled with the serene atmosphere outside. To be alone in such a wilderness was an inspiring experience in itself. The creek was as usual flowing with its gentle rhythmic sound. I filled my flask and went back to the cabin.

We had our dinner, which we had brought with us. As per plan we were to sleep early so that we would be able to start early morning. We opened our sleeping bags and were about to start our night when the door of the cabin was knocked lightly. Mom and I looked at each other questioningly. Who could be there at the door at this time of night, maybe someone from near by cabins. Mom signaled me to open the door.

As I opened the door, someone pushed me forcibly and I was thrown on the floor. Mom cried in fear and surprise. I looked at the intruders, two men, one older with grayish hairs and another one was a younger one who was about twenty, smiling at us with their evil grins. Both were clad in a peculiar orange coverall, which I had never seen before. Worst of all one of them was holding a revolver in his hand pointed towards us and the second one was playing with a small knife.

"Oh!" The elder intruder spoke with a wicked grin. "Holidaying?"

No one spoke a word. Mom and I both were frozen with fear. Our town was a very peaceful town and for the last many years we had not even heard about a simple crime. Even in our dreams, we could not have imagined that someone would barge into our cabin pointing gun at us.

"Son," The elder man indicated to his younger accomplice. "Go and check that they don't have any arms."

"Ya! Pap." The younger goon replied and went to search through our baggage. After satisfying himself he pointed towards our mountaineering gear. "Don't seem to have any, but this appears strange."

"This is our mountaineering gear." Mom replied in haste. "We have come here for mountaineering."

The gray haired man didn't reply, instead he carefully went to the gear, lifted it, carried it to the door and thrown it outside the door.

"You can collect it when we are gone." He again turned to the lad. "Check their bodies."

Without any reply the lad was on me, his hands searching my whole body trying to find any hidden weapons. Once satisfied with me, he went to mom, trying to search her body; his hands running on her body from toe to towards her hip. He ran his hands along mom's thighs deliberately feeling the softness. Feeling uncomfortable mom tried to move.

"You move, honey," the old man, whom the lad was addressing as Pap, said with a very rude tone, pointing the gun towards me. "And I'll blow the head of this boy. Who is he? Your son?"

Mom was frozen in her position, nodded her head in affirmation.

"Ah... !" As if he understood, the old man snapped. "Don't try to act smart and you will live. Any trick... and your son is gone and next will be you."

Meanwhile the younger lad was feeling mom's body, his hands running all over mom's curves, feeling each and every crests and troughs. He felt her pleasure mound hidden behind her khakis, rubbing his hand over her cunt area. Then he took his hand back and grabbed her ass, squeezing them tightly. Then he caressed mom's shoulder, running and mauling her big breasts. He grabbed her boobs with both hands and pinched them so tightly that mom cried in pain.

"You can leave the lady, son," The old man guffawed loudly.

"They seem to be clean, pap" Reluctantly, the younger man left mom. "But I think it would be wise to get them rid of their cloths." He winked to the old man. "That way we can ensure that they are not running out of the cabin."

"Why don't you say, you wanna see this cunt naked." Old man smiled shrewdly and turned to us. "You hear to him. Now do as he say... out of your clothes."

We knew very well that we were no match for them. Mother slowly started removing her clothes. She unbuckled her belt and unbuttoned and lowered her khakis, giving partial glimpses of her pink panties, which was hidden behind her long khaki shirt. Then she removed her shirt and dropped it to the floor. Once free from the outer clothing Mom's tall gorgeous semi nude body was opened to their hungry gazes. Her swells at her breast and between her thighs were simply mind-boggling. Many times I had seen her in that attire and every time I had a mild rousing between my thighs. Mom stayed in that position, didn't try to remove her remaining clothes.

"This too, honey," The lad was licking his dry lips, feasting on the vision of his lifetime. He moved his knife towards my throat waving it below my chin.

Mom didn't need another warning; she took her hands to her back and unclasped her bra, allowing it to slowly slide down to the floor. Her big boobs bounced back to life with their unexpected freedom. They were gently swaying side by side with gentle eroticism. She then put her finger inside the elastic of her panties and slowly rolled them down towards her knees and then slowly out of her legs. Then she stood there in all her naked glory exposed to three sets of hungry eyes, out of which, one belonged to her own son.

I wanted to turn my face away from her, but I could not resist the temptation of viewing my naked mom. From the corner of my eyes, I stole my first look of her naked body. This was first time I was seeing my mother completely naked and what I saw was beyond comparison. I looked at her big bouncy boobs, their dark areolas standing erect in all their majestic splendor, the mouth watering mound of her cunt and the dark brown thatch of nicely trimmed hairs starting below her belly button and disappearing between her creamy thighs making a perfect vee. I could feel that the gentle stirring between my thighs was now slowly getting converted into a solid bony hardness. I felt ashamed of myself but no way I was able to divert my mind from the magnificent beauty of my naked mom.

Suddenly, I realized that I was not alone there and that the lad was now pointing towards me to remove my clothse. I didn't offer any resistance and one by one I removed my shirt, shorts, vests and undies. I felt ashamed that mom would notice my partial hardness. The lad collected all our cloths and they were also thrown out of our cottage and both of us, mom and son stood completely naked in front of two marauders.

There was complete silence in the cabin. Mother's naked beauty was so enthralling that both of them simply forgot why they were in our cabin and were simply busy in feasting their eyes on the naked charm on display before them. I had kept my head down but my eyes were constantly attempting to steal a good look at her without her noticing, at times mother was able to catch my sneaking eyes. I had just forgotten that a gun was pointing towards my head. Mom too noticed the three sets of male eyes gazing at her lustfully as she appeared a little blushed. But she stood there without trying to cover her or hide her full exposures.

"Oh... my... !" The older man hissed, his eyes glue to my mother's enchanting cunt. "You... really a masterpiece babe."

The younger goon didn't wait any further and he simply opened the front of his coverall displaying a monster hardon peeking from the opening. He was furiously rubbing his cock, his face taught with emotion and excitement. Mom also noticed his raging beast but she didn't flinch from her position, as if she knew that her nakedness was her only potent weapon against those goons that might help her in saving our life.

Suddenly, the lad barged towards mom, pinning her to the wall of cabin. He put his hand over her cunt rubbing his fingers fiercely along the length of her vaginal slit. I could see clearly her shapely cunt lips opened under his assault. The lad's face was rigid with deep exhilaration and he was massaging his cock at the side of her thighs. He then, forced two of his fingers inside her cunt burying them up to his knuckles. A sharp holler escaped from mom's mouth. The lad didn't seem to pay any attention to her plight and he started moving his fingers in and out of her cunt ferociously. He buried his face over the mother's chest and took her nipple into his mouth. He was desperately chewing at mother's tits, his mouth making slurping sounds with every stroke of his fluttering tongue, his fingers ravishing mother's delicate cunt with continuous forward and backward thrusting.

Lust was now showing on the face of old ruffian also, his face now contorted with extreme excitement. He had been a mute spectator so far. Carefully, while keeping an eye on me, he slowly opened the front of his coverall and let it slide down his body. He was now standing in a small brief which was unsuccessfully trying to cover his bulging hardness. He put his fingers between the waistband of his brief and lowered it down his thighs. Once free from its usual confines his cock immediately rose to full erection, ready to plunder the sweet pussy of my mother, which was presently getting encroached by his junior.

The junior thug was still busy in rummaging my mother's enticing pussy, his two fingers desperately moving to and fro into her beaver and his shaft brushing at the side of her thighs. All of a sudden he pulled his fingers out of her cunt. Pressing mom into the wall he forced her legs apart and guided the head of his stiff dick at the opening of her tender pussy lips. He took his hands behind mom and grabbing her ass he impaled her body over his throbbing manhood. He was about an inch or two shorter than mom and I could see his pecker slowly entering inside mother's beautiful cunt. In a while his entire cock length was immersed inside her pussy. Keeping her pressed on the wall the young hoodlum started moving his pelvis driving his cock in and out of her pussy. His rump was gyrating in a fierce swinging motion, pulling his cock out of her cunt and then forcing it back into her pussy with all his might. A weird gurgling sound was continuously emanating from his mouth accompanying his severe thrusting.

Suddenly, emitting a sharp choking sound, he grabbed her body vehemently into his arms and jabbed his manhood deep inside her cunt. I could guess he was squirting inside my mother's delicate pussy. It was my first vision of a fuck seen and I realized that my cock was also tottering violently. I wanted to take it into my hands and relieve its pressing needs, but considering the situation I had to control my urges. After ejaculating his seed inside my mother's pussy, the lad withdrew his cock, which came out with a mild plop sound, a sound I had never heard before. His cock was rapidly loosing its hardness, beads of his frothing cum slowly dripping from his pisshole. I looked at mom and our eyes met. She immediately turned her head away from me, looking at the elderly goon who too was stroking his cock lightly getting ready to replace his younger accomplice. I looked at mother's cunt; its rosy lips were open, her bush and lips coated with whitish cum and droplets of cum deposited by the younger intruder slowly seeping down her thighs.

As soon as the younger thug moved away from my mother's body the aged hoodlum took his place. He handed his gun to his young counterpart and took mother by her arms and led her to our sleeping bags which we had opened just before those intruders barged into our cottage. Mom didn't offer any resistance and did as she was directed to do. The elderly thug shoved her to lie on one of the sleeping bag. Mom lied down; her position was now such that her cunt was facing me and for the first time I got the absolute view of mother's opened pussy. Her rosy lips were delightfully opened showing her inner pinkish depths, her dark brown cunt hairs smeared with cum. Mom caught my sneaking eyes and I felt ashamed. Here two intruders were raping my mom and I was sitting there enjoying her fuck as if watching a porno movie. I was sure mom had noticed my hardness also.

The aged thug position himself between mother's thighs, obscuring my view of her delicious cunt. Now I could see only the hairy ass of the invader, which was moving slowly. His right hand was between his thighs, perhaps gripping his cock and guiding it to mom's open cunt. His hands remain there for long, which I later learned that he was running tip of his shaft across the length of mother's pussy. Then I saw him lifting his ass in air, his hand holding his cock and positioning it at the entrance of my mom's pussy. Slowly, I saw his hard on moving inch by inch inside my mother's receptacle, and then it was completely buried inside her, his hairy balls resting against her white ass cheeks.

Once his cock fully inside my mother's cunt the aged invader waited for a moment as if enjoying his time. Then slowly he started fucking my mother. His pumping was rhythmic, quite contrary to his mate who was thrusting haphazardly a few minutes ago. No one was saying anything and there was complete silence in the hut. With every stroke I could see his cock moving completely out of my mother's pussy and then again plunging back into her ravenous depths, his balls striking heavily on her ass. Mom's bearded pussy lips were clinging to his cock during the course of its to and fro movement.

I was getting a view of my lifetime. I had stopped pretending and was hungrily gazing at my mother's pussy getting pounded by a stranger. I was afraid that if it continued for long my cock might not need any assistance from my hands and would start itself shooting its load. The younger accomplice was standing awkwardly near me, his cock again getting back to full erection. His right hand was holding the gun, which he was trying to point at me unsuccessfully as his eyes were glued to the live fuck going on in front and his left hand massaging his swelling pecker. This was a golden opportunity for me but I didn't have any intention of jumping on him and trying to snatch the gun from his hand. My eyes were more interested in watching the great spectacle where the stranger's cock was pounding my mother's pussy. I tried to guess how my mother would be feeling; her face was still passive, not showing any emotions at all.