Dangerous Times – Chapter 2

2017 Incest stories: Dangerous Times – Chapter 2

by iamscrwd

Genres: True Story, Bondage and restriction, Domination/submission, Drug, Incest, Teen Male / Female, Written by women

Trying to stall, I started to step out of my heels.

“No…leave them on…you can keep your high heels on”. The bastard directed.

I reached behind me to unclasp my skirt. Both Ben and the prick subconsciously licked their lips. OMG I thought…are all males perverts?

I lowered my skirt and stepped out of it, my high heels still on. All that covered me now was my very skimpy, red silk bikini panties.

Other than one having an anticipating smile, both these guys’ eyes were as open as saucers…Shit, I thought, had just trimmed my bush to almost nothing and shaved most of it just in case I had time this coming week to hit the beach when in Florida.

Now both of them were going to see all of me…without even having my natural cover of some sorts.

The asshole nodded…

I wiggled out of my panties.

There I was…just a couple feet from my son…totally naked.

His pecker was as hard as a rock.

The bastard was rubbing his own crotch with his free hand. I knew were this was going.

I started to cough…a combination of nerves and an attempt to stall the inevitable.

“What the fuck is wrong with you bitch?” My coughing and gagging must have interrupted his train of thought…maybe it was working.

For the first time since he ordered me to shut up…I spoke, in a gargling tone to emphasize my answer, “Uh…need water…something to drink”.

I expected some resistance, a rebuttal; instead the asshole just nodded and smiled, “Ok”.

“Come here…need to make sure you can’t go anywhere…will have to get something for you and your son to drink…BRING YOUR ASS OVER HERE!” he demanded.

I made the two steps towards him, right next to Ben sitting on the chair.

“Give me your hands”.

I put my hands in front of me.

He put the gun in his waistband and grabbed one of my wrists. Thought of going for his gun…but he is too quick and now had both my wrists.

Spreading my arms, he pulled me in front of Ben…to keep from falling over; I had to spread my legs. I was now almost straddling Ben…

Again with the OMG moment raced through my head. My son…in front and below me…his penis like a billy club almost aimed at me…no…NO! I internally screamed, this is not…no it is not going to happen.

I tried to pull back, but he was too strong and my high heels did not help.

He jerked my wrists towards him…I landed spread eagle on Ben.

Thankfully, Ben’s penis was so stiff, it was between us…and not in me. His rod was smashed between my mond right up to my stomach. I automatically wiggled to make room…all that did is roll Ben’s member across my lower body.

The asshole again jerked my arms…forcing my chest into Ben’s face…my…my tits were like book ends encompassing his face.

I felt the snap of cuffs around my wrists…could not move them, they were behind Ben…then the asshole grabbed my ankle, another cuff around my ankle securing it to the back leg of the chair…then the other.

Shit…Ben and I were locked together…if I tried to push up…oh my, can’t do that, Ben’s penis might…the thought made me twinge…might slip between my legs and it would only have one of two places to go.

The bastard let out a laugh, “Ok…there ya go…will be right back with something to drink. Kid…if you can’t hold it…go ahead and fuck yo ho mother’s pussy, that is what it is for.” He again laughed as he walked out the door.

As soon as he was out of sight, I apologized to Ben, “Oh baby…I am so, so sorry…this it terrible, lets keep our heads and we will get through this.”

He had to move his head to respond…his warm mouth against my breast coupled with the cool air of the room…son of a bitch…I could not stop my nipple from hardening…and his…his, penis hard against my…shit the base of his penis was against my…my clit. My brain kept saying no, no, no, but my body was naturally reacting to stimulus.

Caught my breath…realized it sounded almost like a moan as Ben responded to me, “Mom…don’t be sorry…it is not your fault…whatever…we’ll get through it”.

He looked up at me, from between my breasts, and felt the need to give him a kiss for his understanding…went for his forehead, but somehow kissed him smack on the lips.

It was just a second.

I looked to the side…saw our reflection in the dresser mirror…our nude bodies molded against each other. The camera on the tripod had the red recording light blinking. For all intent and purpose…Ben and I easily could be mistaken for us…for us having intercourse.

That fucking sick bastard doing this to us knows exactly what he was doing.

Moments later the perpetrator was back holding two glasses of water.

He did not release us…he placed the glass to my lips…apparently I was thirsty and the water tasted a little lemony, just how I liked it.

Then he did the same for Ben…only with the other glass. Guess the bastard has no qualms of forcing a mother and son to rub their nude bodies against each other, but to share water is different.

For some reason…I guess I must have been totally dehydrated…had to have him finish the whole glass…and the bastard obliged.

In the few moments it took for the bastard to turn and set the glasses down…I started to get light headed.

Then my body began to feel almost disconnected…looked down at Ben and thought I noticed his eyes were glassing over.

The room began to spin, had to close my eyes…still it was as if I was watching from a far, away from my being.

Tried to move…to separate…forgot…oh no…Ben’s penis slipped across my vagina…had to stop it…legs turned to rubber, my body fell, Ben’s penis impaled me…somehow I was lubricated enough to only feel a little discomfort.

Oh…needed to get off…but my head was spinning and did not seem to have total control of my body. I tried to lift up…but for some reason could not rise up enough now to…to…was Ben’s penis growing?

My legs went out again…Ben fully imbedded into me.

Ben was moving his head back and forth…he was going from one of my breasts to the other…then sucking on my nipples…my body seemed to be helping him while at the same time my brain was disconnected.

I realized that as I was trying to lift off of Ben, he was raising his lower torso in the same sequence…whether or not I was trying to…Ben and I were…hell for the want of a better word, we were going through the motions of fucking!

The thing is, I was losing track of any time…and felt to be in another world. Every once in awhile that black bastard came into view…he was training a camera on us.

Had to close my eyes again…the room rushing around…my body was now going up and down on its own…something in my head or was it my body, I do not know…a sense of urgency, an urgency of need, have never felt the need this much in my life.

My body was surging to ecstasy, had absolutely no control over it…in fact it was out of control.

Somewhere within this uncontrolled evolvement of lust…my hands were free…my legs…Ben’s hands were now fondling; squeezing my tits…he was biting my nipples. My consciousness watched from afar and had no moral connection to what my brain was seeing. I was watching some sick, perverted show from afar, but my body was responding with an insatiable desire.

There I was…my body totally enveloping this man’s…trying to ravage it like a wild animal…and he was doing the same to mine. A kaleidoscope of passion, began playing out in my minds eye, and no matter how my brain tried to rationalize, it could not.

However long this was, it was beyond me, both our bodies were glistening in sweat, our breathing gulping air between loud low moans of ecstasy.

I felt my body rise…Ben picked me up, my legs still wrapped around him because my body refused to let go…it needed him…it needed that cock to reach as far as it could…it…I needed to be fucked.

We were now on the bed…Ben driving hard…beyond his control…I responded in kind.

Just as I started to see sparkling glitter in my head, something in me broke like an explosion of fireworks. My fucking body wrenched and twisted…my hips driving up, down, and around. It was the biggest orgasm of my life…just as I felt Ben’s hot seed spew deep within me.

The culmination of my orgasm opened a moment of lucidity…I had just fucked the living shit out my own son…and he had filled me with his sperm…that lucidity only lasted that moment though.

As soon as my orgasm receded, the sense of urgency again welled up, but it was a different need…I felt my body roll Ben off of me…my hands finding his penis, wet with both his cum and his mother’s.

Somehow…someway…I had to get that penis…that cock…it was still hard, still ready.

Had it in my hand…touched my lips to its head…licked the wetness of our juice from the sides…felt the bulging veins as my mouth expanded…the bulbous head moving into my throat. Could not stop the lust of need…absolutely no sense of propriety…that cock was mine…mine right now.

Without conscious thought my legs had straddled my son’s head…like icing on the cake, the feeling of his tongue splitting my cunt drove shivers through my body.

As if from a far distance…I heard a voice…”Holy shit bitch…you’ve been sucking your son’s dick for an hour now…DAMN!”

The fog started to ease…

Ben sucked in my clit… fog and the need regenerated…the lust again overtook and restraint…here came the sparks again and just before the fireworks…Ben went rigid…his cock again spewing forth in jets of creamy cum…then it was my turn.

Woke up in pitch-blackness. Took awhile to clear my head wondering if I just had a dream…a sick dream?

My hands quickly traced across my body…I was nude…feeling between my legs, my labia was swollen, puffy to the touch, my vagina seeping…from experience knowing that was the remnants of a sex partners cum…HOLY SHIT! I didn’t…could not have…no fucking way. I touched my lips…they too were slightly puffy, my mandible muscles sore.

OH MY GOD…I had sex with my son! Then the rest of the scenario rushed back…shit, we were abducted.

Reaching around the bed…felt a body, a warm body…no clothes.

“Ben”, I whispered, “Is that you?”

The body moved…then in a almost indiscernible whisper, “uh…yea…it’s me…where are we?”