I did something bad tonight. I mean really wrong. I want to make something very clear though: this is not my fault. I was scouring the net minding my own business, checking out nice, decent, respectable erotic story sites like SOL. I'm not talking about the sicko perv sites. Wham out of nowhere I ran across some stories by this guy named Jaz, and they freaked me out. He has over 30 hardcore, nasty Rape/Incest stories. No way he should be allowed on a normal site. I mean shame on them for allowing him to post his stories.

Yeah, yeah free speech, blah, de blah, I know I'm over 21... yadda, yadda. Disclamiers up the ying yang--I don't care, it does not matter. I take no responsibility for what happened to my mother. I never would have done it if not for being entrapped by Jaz and his fucking stories. See once I read one, I could not help it, I kept searching for more. I know it sounds weird but I got to know this guy and some of what he said started to make sense to me. I mean, was it wrong... sure. But not a-l-l of it was wrong. Thing is, as sick as his stories were I coulfd have probably wanked off, and moved on. No harm, no fuck. The problem was he gives his e-mail address at the end of every story, and I decided to contact him. If you think his stories are bad, try talking to him... brrr!

A part of me wishes to god I never did.

I guess it shook me up pretty bad, cuz I'm going to try and write about what happened. This story is 100% true. I think somebody needs to arrest this fucker for what he made me do.

Jaz has these "Series". It's hard to explain. He makes up a set of rules. Then he applies it to every story in the series. That's it, that's the only connection. His most famous of these is the Rape/Betrayal Series. He is up to Chapter 8 in it. I read the whole thing in one night.

Here are the rules.

1. It must be a pure rape. No reluctant-at-first-I-hate-it-but-now-I-love-it Crap.

2. There must be a real Betrayal by someone you have the right to expect loyalty from, someone you should be able to completely trust.

3. There has to be a moment of truth where the victim looks her loved one in the eye and realizes she has been betrayed, and must DEAL with it. No drugs, no masks, at the end she has to KNOW.

I read the whole series in one night, and I noticed somethng. He does not have a Mommy/Son story yet.

I guess I need to mention that I kind of have a crush on my mom. Not in a weird, sick way. I don't lick her dirty thongs, or cum on her toothbrush, or any freaky shit like that. I have been out on dates, and fucked sluts. I never had a real girlfriend. Usually it's like hookups at parties. We both get trashed, one drink leads to another we fuck, then go our seperate ways.

It's just that, well in the back of my mind, I kind of have a mommy itch. I never planned to scratch it, but I KNOW she would be the best. Nice ripe tits, a mouthwatering ass, and the sweetest kindest face in the world. She can still wear a bikni at age 42. She's not a super model, she looks like a mom. A hot sexy mom, who bakes cookies and fucks her man. I love her ass, it is full and thick, and meaty. The kind you could grab and pull on, and spread open. I just want to bury my face inside her and lick and sniff for awhile. Best of all it would be love. My mom loves me, and I think that would make it awesome. I heard my dad fucking her a few times. The way she whimpers, and moans and cums for him... I. Want. That.

So the fact that Jaz did not have a Mommy betrayal seemed odd to me. I was horny, and I asked him about it, to explain why. Here is the thing. I never expected him to reply.

I signed on to my webtv account when I got home from work and I had several messages waiting. Apparently I may already be a millionaire, COOL! Also there was some amazing home business opportunities this guy from HongKong was just cumming in his shorts to share with me. Then I saw it. I still have "the e-mail". I'm going to type it word for word.

"Howdy John, thanks for writing. I'm glad you enjoyed my Rape/Betrayal Series. Hmm... not sure why I have not done a mommy story yet. Tell you what, why don't you rape your mom, and tell me all about it. Sounds like that's what you want to do, right? Just wait till you dad is gone, and she is asleep. Then strip the slut and fuck her silly. Take a few pics, what's she gonna do? Report her only son, let the whole world know her darling boy fucked her sweet ass? Scan a few pics to me, and add a some juicy details. I'll make you the star of Rape/Betrayal #8.

Fucktheslut John.

Nicetameetcha, Jaz"

That's how it started, that's what the sick, twisted fucker sent me. I must have read and re-read that e-mail a dozen times that night. I mean was he serious? Was he really ordering me to rape my mom?

Believe me, I ever planned to contact Jaz again. But it did get me to thinking, fantasizing a little. I mean how would I do it? Could I really get away with it? I batted it around for a few days and then asked Jaz to explain better.

"Hey John nice to hear from you again. How to rape you mom? Well I guess there are 3 parts to it.

First you need the opportunity. Get her alone, preferably for a weekend. Attack when she is vulnerable. Maybe a little drunk, drugged, asleep. Handcuff her quick, gag her.

Then fuck her good. Rape every hole she has at least 3 times. Humiliate her, break her bad. You want her shaken up, disoriented, in a state of shock. Take your time, enjoy yourself, do her nice and slow, and nasty.

Finally, make her want to keep your secret. Videotape, Polaroids, Blackmail and Coercion. Once you've got the rape on film, she will do anything to keep it a secret. Now here is the critical part. That's when you tell her to make love to you for the camera, to smile and suck, and fuck you with abandon. Tell her it's the only way to keep anyone from seeing her humiliation. Tell her that your face is not in the picture. It will just look like she is a cheap bitch caught on tape. If she will make "love to you it is a secret that only the two of you will ever know about.

That's your security tape. That's reasonable doubt. The earlier rapes mean nothing (although they are fun to watch). Show that final willing loveslut tape and the jury believes you. Show that tape and her husband hates her, she loses her job, and her reputation is destroyed. Believe me, the initial rapes will be amazing. But it's the lovemaking at the end that you will really enjoy. When she spreads her legs and gives her pussy to you with a smile on her face... mmm, mmmmDAMN! Having your very own mommyslut is a rare and precious thing. Take a look at my Rape Confessional Series for more pointers. Enjoy her dude, Jaz"

I realized then that this was not merely theoretical. It would work. I could rape my mom and make her my sweet little cumslut. It was up to me. I had the power. The only question was, would I use it? Talking to a guy like Jaz is kind of intense. He makes you think about shit, makes it seem so normal... you can't help it. I mean think about it. How many of you have ever had a serious conversation about rape? How many of you have had some encourage you to humiliate another human being, had someone willing to teach you how to do it and get away with it?

I'm sorry but you just can't judge me, until you have. You can't say how you would have reacted until youare faced with it. After talking to Jaz a few times I knew I wanted to try rape... but I guess the thing that seemed wrong was raping my mother. I figured maybe I would get some little Fratbrat, sororityslut stoned or drunk. I'd get her alone. Then I'd hold her down and rape her ass good. It made me hard just thinking about it. Until I talked to my mentor.

"Dude, no way should you rape a stranger. Big mistake, it's much more dangerous. It just is not smart. First you gotta get her drunk, then you gota get her alone. I promise you someone is going to see you hitting on her, or see her leaving with you. Here is the worst part. A stranger is going to feel less shame, and more anger at your violation. She is less likely to kep it a secret. Raping your mom or your sister is so much easier. You can get them alone anytime you want. You can slip something in their drink or food no problem. Best of all they will feel shame that you raped them. They will not want everyone knowing that ther Son/Brother has fucked them. It will ruin the family name. A sister may confide in her mom, but a mother... You can fuck her safely, she ain't telling nobody. Especially if you have a blackmail tape. " When he explained it to me that way I knew he was right. Besides, I had the hots for mother anyway.

My dad and his friends are huge Penn State fans. They tailgate every home game weekend. They pile in a van Friday night and make the 5 hour trek to State College. Then they party hard all day Saturday, enjoy the game, get shitfaced, and come home hungover Sunday afternoon. Mom used to go but she got tired of hanging around a bunch of drunks, who kept hitting on her while burping and farting.

She enjoyed the quiet time alone. Sometimes I went with dad, but not always. To be honest I'm not very close to him. No one was surprised when I said I had a hot date and passed on the trip.

Mom was upstairs taking a bath. Yup just like clockwork she took a small carafe of wine with her. Only tonight I had added 6 valium to the mix while it was in the fridge chilling. It was not enough to hurt her, but it would make her woozy, easy prey.

I was busy downstairs collecting and then hiding all the cordless and cell phones. I then locked the doors, and put the chain and door brace on. Even if someone with a key came home they could not get in.

Then I went in my parent's room and set up the camcorders. We have an old one and a brand new hand held. I set the timer for 20 minutes and aimed them at the bed from opposite angles. The new Viewcam was programmed to zoom in, hold for one minute, and then pull out every 2 minutes. The old sony was just set to closeup, The polaroid and digitals camera's were laying on the table for later.

It was time. I could hear my heart pounding. I was tingling all over. I was really going to rape and then control my mother. She would be my cumslut. She HAD to. I went and stood outside my mom's bathroom door. I could hear the water running for a long time. I wondered if she was playing with her pussy. I kept imagining Susan playing with her cunt, rubbing herelf off in the hot water, her nipples peeking through the bubbles. On the other side of that door was my hot, horny naked, wet mother--whom I planned to rape over and over again this weekend. Finally I heard her get out of the tub.

"Oh darn, I knocked my glash ober," she said in a drugged mumble. About 30 seconds later mom came to the door. Clearly she was out of it. She had not towelled off well, and bubles still clung to her face and neck, She had not tied her robe and her tits looked delicious. We'd see.

"Hey mom, how you doing?" I asked casually as she opened the door. She seemed surprised to see me. A few seconds later she realized she was flashing her son and tried to pull her robe together. "I'm fine John... um I did not know you were standing here. Sorry about that." she blushed a little.

I decied to turn up the heat.

"Mmmm I could not see much Susan, but you certainly don't have anything to be sorry about. Damn mom, yo have one hot little body. C'mere, let me get a good look," I said as I roughly pulled her to me and opened her robe, staring at the fine forbidden flesh before me. She lost her balance and I had tohold her up. At first she was shocked, and let me look. I softly cupped a breast in each hand and looke her in the eye. Then her mind caught up her mouth and she jerked away from me sputtering.

"What did you do! I can't believe you just did that. What is wrong with you?!" she shrieked.

I grabbed her by the arm and walked her to her room before responding. Then I turned her around and wrapped Susan in my arms.

"Mom, calm down. Don't be upset. I was just paying you a compliment. I can't help noticing how sexy you are, I'm only human! God you feel wonderful in my arms, but you are way too tense. I think you need a massage."

I pushed my mother on the bed and forced her to lay down. Then I got on top of her and began to rub her body through the robe. She struggled at first, but quickly tired herself out. Here's where the drugs helped. She was drugged, a little dunk, exhausted from fighting me... and now was receiving a strong, slow, deep massage. Slowly she accepted it and let me have her body.

I quickly stripped her robe off and undressed myself. I then straddled her thighs and began a more intimate massage.

"Nooo, no stop. What are you doing? John no! Giddoff me! Slowly I slid a finger into my mom's pussy and began to tickle her cunt. One finger, two fingers... damn she was tight. I was an only child, and a C-Section birth. My dad had a small dick, and mom had never been stretched out properly. That was about to change.

"God, you are tight baby, so fucking tight. Tell me how you want it. Pussy or ass mom. In your tight little pussy, or your plump little ass?" Mom was wigglng desperately underneath me as I stroked my fingers up inside of her. I could smell her juicing up. I used both hands then and peeled her ass apart, to let the air rush inside of her.

"John, you are hurting me, you're raping me! My god I don't want to be raped, I don't deserve this! Your penis in my ass?!! John I'm in the fertile part of my cycle. Your dad and I have been trying to get pregnant... I'm not on the pill. You can't have sex with me. Please, don't make me have YOUR baby."

I had not planned n this. I almost stopped then. I would have, except Jaz had me so worked up I could not. I had committed to following his plan to the letter. I wanted a mommyslut.

"Im going to fuck you baby. I'm going to fuck you so good in a few seconds. If you want to pick the hole, do it now. Do it right now Susan, right fucking NOW!!" I roared. "Fine, my ass, my ass, do it in my asshole," she sobbed.

"Ok little baby, I'll rape your ass. Just to show I mean well do you want me to lube you up, or do you prefer dry... ok mom, just kidding. I love you, I'll lube you. Here mom suck my finger, get it good and wet." I chuckled as I spread her ass open and began to finger fuck her.

I made her slobber on each of my digits and then stuck it in her ass ten times. Trust me she was good and wet by the time I was done. I flipped her on her back, and made her put her legs on my shoulders. I wanted to see her face as I split her open with my fat 9 inch cock." Are you ready mom... oh damn you have a perfect ass. Thank you baby. Mmmm, uh, uh,uh, it's going in. Oh shit you bitch, your clamping me, keep it up mom, keep it the fuck up. "

"OWWWW, please take it out, John it's too big, you're too big. You're ripping me, it's gonna tear! SHIIIIIT! I feel the blood. You ripped me, you son of a bitch! Are you happy now you ripped your mother. Uhuhuhuh, you're fucking me? Your fucking me anyway? You don't care, do you. It hurts, ow, ow, ow, huhhuhhuh," she wailed and moaned pitifully, sexily.

As I always suspected fucking my mom was a perfect experience. Watching her face as I gave her pleasure and pain was incredible. Knowing that she was helpless, that I was in complete control, that I had it on tape! It was too much. I wanted to rape her longer but it was only about 7 minutes (damn not even a minute per inch!).

"Take it slut, fuck you mom, oh damn mom yer making me cum. You dirty little slut you want me to cum in your bloody ass don't you? Well fine, take this cock and like it bitch. Uh, uh, uh, ARRRRRRGH! "I screamed as I pounded my mom's bleeding ass, coating her with a fresh load of soncum.

I needed a few minutes so I laid there with my cock still inside of Susan and began sucking her tits hard. Flicking and nibbling on her nipples. Soon my cock began to stir.