Part 4: Satisfaction!

Nick was sitting in front of his computer, reading Mike's latest sex stories. It was mailed to him by Mike, who was a nut for writing rape stories under an assumed name. Despite Mike's experience as a rapist, he didn't write down the tale of the group's deeds, but just took bits and pieces and put the regular old cliche shit you'd find in rape fantasy sites. The story Nick was reading now was another routine torture-and-rape-of-Internet- pal story. These stories made him horny, but since they were all the same, and since he already raped numerous times, (and since he was a Psychopath, which he didn't know), the stories sort of bored him.

It's been months since Nick and his pals really did anything. Jimmy's mind was still fucked up ever since his parents died, Mike had no initiative or character whatsoever, and Kyle was rarely in town. Sure, Nick could have picked James and Mike off the floor and get them both to join him in another rape spree, with or without Kyle. He could have gone on his own and do some damage. Still... he didn't feel like it... he didn't know why, but there was something... blank. Missing. He just felt empty inside. He felt it for a long time, and always managed to fill it in, but he felt that he was getting closer to the limit. As if he's about to finish his climb up the slope of the crazy life and all that would be left is sliding down the slope. It was all Goldman's fault. Fucking Ms. Goldman! Nick was the one who got them all to think about raping her, and even James, who was the most reluctant, decided to take the planning upon himself. Nick only needed to push him every once in a while, or restrain him when he wanted to do it too soon, but in general, Jim was up for it. Nick himself was the problem this time. He feared that once Goldman will be taken, there would be no more barriers to cross. James and Nick's plan was dark. Really dark. Still, it's been months since they raped together, and it was now almost the end of the year, and all Nick has done was to fuck his two girlfriends. One of them was Natalie, his lovely little sex toy, who was gradually passed on more and more to Mike and James to play with, until she became the group's public property. The other girl was Heather. A cute redhead Nick had been dating for a while now. He started dating her the week of Denise Langham's rape (the cop from "Fucking The Police"). Natalie was not approved by this match, but a little roughing up by Mike, at Nick's request, made her recall she was their property.

Heather was about 5'5, blue eyed. Curly red hair that went down under her shoulders and to her upper back. And she was Jewish, which made Nick's parents happy. Nick didn't really care. He didn't give a shit about ethnic or religious boundaries. For him, the whole world was shit, no exceptions. He didn't date Heather because she was Jewish, or even for her looks or personality, but because her aunt, who raised her, was no other than Daphnie Goldman.

It was all a part of Nick's plan, getting close to the niece, in order to nail the aunt. And yes, obviously little Heather will get roughed up as well.

Still, in a while now he had no desire whatsoever to commit the rape. The closer he got to the end of the year, the emptier he felt. There was nothing inside. No reason to do anything. What difference does it make? Rape, no rape, in the end we'll all die. Maybe tomorrow the sun would explode, maybe it won't. Maybe Nick would die today, maybe he'll live to be a hundred. Who cares?

A knock on Nick's door made him minimize the screen. "Come in!"

Debbie, Nick's mother, entered the room. Nick looked at her with innocence. He had a serious expression on his face, yet was laughing in his head at the fact that the computer was online, Nick's darkest secrets and fantasies were practically hoisted on the screen, and his mom was in the room. One press of a button stops her from getting into his world, and she doesn't even know it.

The best part of writing the stories, Mike told his three friends once, is that a day later you go to school and mingle, smile at people, and they have no clue what you did last night. Kyle realized that after the first rape. James appreciated it too after a while. Nick has known it for years. Even before the first rape, his mind was mayhem wrapped in an esthetic skull.

As she went in Nick realized something was really wrong with him. He didn't get a hard on. Unlike most boys and girls, Nick never felt anything special towards his family and friends. No affection whatsoever. Still, even as a little boy he knew how he should behave, and smiled at them whenever he could, although he wouldn't give a rat's ass if anything would ever happen to them.

The lack of any emotional bonds with his family members, and the lack of a moral fiber, made it easier for him to be attracted to members of his family. His mother, for example, was a 41-year-old woman, skinny, blond hair, blue eyes, nice tits, looks at least 5 years younger than she really is. He noticed before that she looked a little bit like Ms. Goldman (except that Goldman had more meat on her bones) but really didn't care if it's been a factor in the obsession he had for her. He just knew how he felt, and wanted to act upon it. The reason for his urges was of no importance to him.

"Hi, mom!"

"Hey, Nicky!" She smiled. "Writing another monologue? A school play?"

"Mom, you know I don't write. I don't want any of my stuff in school."

"Well, you'd think these typewriting classes and drama classes would encourage you a little. What do you do all of those hours in the computer?"

"I told you, reading books." Nick said. He usually hated those kinds of arguments, but what the hack, arguments with nice chicks gave him the chance to look at their pretty faces, and this one was no different.

"What books, Nick? Mein Kampf? The unabomber's manifesto?"

"Hey, it's not my fault that those are the only ones they publish for free."

"Okay, whatever." Debbie responded. "Anyway, I'm going out later tonight, okay?"

"I'll order a Pizza." Nick replied, returning to his computer.

"You're not going out tonight?"

"Nah."

"How about inviting one of your friends over when I'm out? James maybe? I haven't seen James in a while."

Nick stared at the computer and continued to read as he talked monotonically to his mother. "James has a mouth and a phone. He can call if he wants to meet up. And no, in answer to your next question, I do NOT think he's just waiting for me to call him, nor do I think it is my job to cheer him up. I am not a shrink, and neither are you, Debbie."

He looked straight at her for a few seconds. Debbie looked back at him, obviously disappointed. For some reason she felt guilty ever since James' family got barbecued while she and Nick's dad were abroad at the time, god knows why. Maybe because she wasn't there for James, or maybe because she wasn't there for Nick, as if he ever needed parental guidance.

After a couple of awkward and silent seconds that seemed like forever, Nick spoke again: "Would that be all?"

"Yeah." She said as she walked out of the room.

As Debbie left her son's room, she tried hard to stop herself from crying. For a while now, she felt like she was losing her son. He was so cold, distant. Then again, thinking back, maybe he was always like this. How could a mother not know? Now she was home for him. She was certain he'll need her due to the blows he suffered. His father went to Europe a short while ago due to business, AGAIN(!), and she knew she had to comfort Nick. It was a rough year. Debbie and her husband were gone most of the time, Nick got into an unhealthy relationship with a younger girl, a relationship she learned to accept in time. But then James' family was gone, and she had to be there for James and again, Nick didn't get the attention he needed, and just at that time his best friend Kyle left town. Maybe what scared Debbie the most was the fa ct that Nick didn't need her after all. He spent a lot of time in James' house, kept meeting with his friends, James, Mike and Natalie. Mostly he even asked his parents to clear the house when the four of them got together in Debbie's place. He even got a new girlfriend who he adored.

Still, he was distant now. He hardly went out anymore, just stayed in the house, on his own, thinking. What was he thinking about?

Nick got out of the room and saw Debbie's slim figure leaning on the wall with her back to him. She was wearing a white T-Shirt and blue jeans. He was dying to grab that cute little ass and rub it for an hour. He felt his boner again. God, this was a good time to have sex. He wanted to take the van, pack up James and Kyle on it, and drive 500 miles an hour to Ms. Goldman's house. Every second of watching his mother just made him harder. Still, there was the "good son" act he had to do.

He walked towards his mother and put his hand on her shoulder. She turned and looked at him with those blue eyes, tears falling on her cheeks. Nick felt his face turning red, his body fighting not to shake and tremble. He knew that feeling. He always felt attraction to that blond stranger who lived with him for more than a decade and a half and happened to share his gene pool, but took it out on others. In the presence of his family he acted like a saint. He had to. But now, for some reason, after months with hardly any sexual activity, with no rapes, he burned inside, and in a brief moment, he stopped his act, his cool restraint, and took what he wanted.

He leaned towards Debbie and kissed her lips.

Debbie was stunned. She felt the strong man turning her over to him and kissing her lips. It took her a moment to grasp it: This is my son! He is kissing me like a lover! And I like it!

She pushed him away. "Nick!"

Nick smiled at her. He had flashbacks from the story James told him about the rape of Laurie Chapman. Didn't that kiss occur in the corridor as well? And didn't little Laurie Chapman resist as well? Now it was time to grab this skinny female and shove her to his room as well. He smiled at his mother's shocked face as he finally felt free from the disguise he was wearing for all these years.

Nick grabbed Debbie's hair and dragged her by it through the corridor, just like a caveman dragging his bitch to his cave.

"No! Nick, NO!"

"I'm not Nick!"

"Ugh! You're hurting me!"

"As if I ever cared, cunt!"

Debbie tried to put a struggle, but she was too weak. She felt her hair being pulled hard from her skull as her feet were dragging on the ground. She could do nothing but holding on to Nick's wrists as he dragged her to his room.

Then he stopped, helped her on her feet, and shoved her on the bed before she could say anything.

"Nick, please!"

He jumped at the bed, on top of her body. She was trapped, lying on the bed while her son's big muscular body was on top of her. She hit him on the chest. "Nick, what are you doing?!"

He grabbed her wrists with one hand and her hair with the other, and kissed her. She cried into his mouth as she tried to get away. "MMMMFFFF!!! NO!"

He broke the kiss and looked at her, helpless as a fish thrown on a boat. It was now too late for him to turn back time. Too late to throw her into the ocean again. She'll be what he'll impale on a stick and have for dinner.

He wanted to talk to her, to tell her how he felt about her and what he's going to do to her. But then again, he always thought that if the victim wouldn't know, it would be more horrific of an experience for her, and an arousing one for him. He smacked her on the face and started unzipping her pants. She grabbed his face desperately with both hands, trying to push him away.

As she managed to rise slightly, Nick bashed his head into hers. Quickly she lay on her back once again, this time a little more still.

Nick ripped her T-Shirt, revealing a nice set of tits in a white bra. Grr... Suddenly he felt a little tingle in his heart. For the first time in over 10 years, he suddenly reminded that she was his mother. It was like when he went to the Western Wall as a child. He always knew there is no fucking god, but going to that place, seeing that wall, feeling the history, was a feeling cannot be described in words. Even if he knew it was a fucking stinking wall, he respected its might and glow as if it was Al Capone. And even though he knew this was just boobs in front of him, he suddenly felt the connection. Then again, it just aroused him more. He wanted to do something wrong. That was the whole idea of rape. And he knew that what he's about to do was worse. Now he was glad he felt it was wrong.

Nick quickly unzipped mom's pants and took them off, before she would recover from the massive blow. He threw the jeans away and put a hand in her panties. He started to rub her pussy. "How's that, Deb? Ha? You like it? Cunt!"

Nick looked at his mother's face. After a few seconds she opened her eyes. "Nick. No!" He quickly got on top of her again as she began to struggle.

"Nick! Stop! Why are you doing this?"

"Because I can!"

"Nick, it's not right! Please, you need help!"

"Debbie, you're the one who needs help. I'm in control. Now, mommy, be good and maybe you might live through it."

"I don't want to live in a world where my son does this to me!"

"What do I do, mom? Ha?" Nick knew she didn't want to say it, she didn't want to believe it. "What do you think I'm about to do?"

She looked at him. "Nick, leave me alone right this minute!"

"Why? What do you think I'm going to do?"

"I don't know and I'm not going to find out. Get off of me."

Nick started releasing his grip on his mom's wrist, and getting off of her. As she started getting up, he popped his fist in her stomach. She moaned in pain. A small, pathetic, arousing moan.

Nick grabbed her hair and stared at her. "Be good, mommy."

He pushed her back in her back and started taking the panties off. She moved, and he popped another fist. This time right between her legs. She squirmed and cried, and he just snatched the panties and move them to their feet. He took them off and shoved them in her mouth.

"Bite on them real hard, Madame!" He chuckled and spread her legs. Before she could react he grabbed her wrists and rubbed his cock against her bush. She closed her eyes and squinted in fear and disbelief, shaking her head to both sides repeatedly. She couldn't believe her son was truly inside her. She tried to struggle but she knew he was too strong. She kept seeing images of Nick's childhood in her eyes, wondering when was the moment she lost him, which one of her choices was the one that doomed this kid's life for all of eternity.

"Please, Nick! You can't! I'm your mother! I could get pregnant!"

Nick smiled. What a fucking rape story cliche! Hasn't he played it online before with older women? "Oh, please, son, use a condom!" "No, mom, I want it to enter you just as it got out of you, bare! MUAHAHAHAHA!" COME ON! It was bullshit!

No, it wasn't his style. He wasn't some character in one of Mike's stories. He was something else! He thought about going to the drawer, getting a condom, but it felt so fucking good inside he just kept rubbing his cock inside her. He knew that would intensify her fear and his fun, so he just continued to fuck her without saying a word.

Debbie kept on trying to fight, but her wrists were held so tight, she wasn't even sure her fingers were getting enough blood. Eventually, Nick released one of her hands and reached for his drawer. She wanted to fight him but was afraid that he would hurt her. He opened the drawer and got something out, but it wasn't a condom. It was a vibrator. And it wasn't hers! He had a vibrator of his own! What secrets did he hide from her? It must have been that little Arab girl. She made him like that. Or maybe it was Kyle and his drugs. One of those two, or maybe both of them, turned him to the monster he was.

Debbie freaked when he turned the vibrator on. She had no idea what he was about to do with it. Or maybe she just didn't want to know. She fought him as he tried to put it under her body. Eventually, she was too weak to stop him, and felt the vibrations enter her asshole.

"Nick, please!" She said in tears. "Please, son, whatever it is, I won't be mad at you. Just stop it, I'll help you! I love you!"

"Fuck you! Who the fuck do you think you are? This is what I want, cunt! This is who I am!"

He pushed the vibrator harder as he continued to fuck her. Then he grabbed her wrist again.

He kept on pounding inside her pussy, looking at her. She kept her eyes closed. He started sucking on her neck, licking her cheek, and went for her lips. She resisted.

Nick released her wrists and grabbed her face, kissing her. She wouldn't cooperate. She was disgusted by him. He pounded harder. He heard her moaning again. He knew he would have to get rough on her, and it didn't bother him. Quite the opposite, it was a challenge.

Nick grabbed her neck and started choking her. Debbie couldn't believe he was actually doing it. She opened her mouth, gasping for air, as he kissed her, slipping his tongue into her mouth. He broke the kiss immediately as she bit his tongue.

He was shocked from her behavior. He never expected her to behave like this. He was always in control over anyone who came in his way. As he stared at her, she started rioting again. She hit him on his chest, crying out: "Leave me the fuck alone! Go away!"

He grabbed her hair and slapped her. It didn't work.

"Mom!"

"Fuck you, you maggot!"

"Mom!"

"Fuck you! Get out of my house!"

"MOM!"

"WHAT?"

"Mom, think about what would happen if you continue to cry out. Do you want people to find us like this?"

"I don't care!"

"Mom, everyone knows me. They know you too. Who do you think they'll believe?"

Debbie stared at him. Everyone knew he was the sweetest, most gentle person in the neighborhood. The most popular guy in school. Debbie was a good mother, but her past was not as bright as her son's life, and she knew it.

"Who would believe, you, mom?" Nick put on his innocence mask and talked to an imaginary interrogator: "Gee, officer, I was scared. My mom has been doing this to me since I was four. She said it would be our little secret. I'm not allowed to tell anyone."

Debbie realized what he meant. She can't scream. She can't let anyone find her "molesting" her only child. She felt the tears forming in her eyes.

"You son of a bitch."

"That I am!"

"What do you want from me?"

"You!"

Nick slapped her face again, and went on fucking her.

"No, wait. Just put on a condom, please!"

Nick went on fucking his mom's pussy. She didn't know how to react.

"Nick, please!"

"Take off your bra, mom!"