Forced by a Stranger

"Don't even think about touching her," I said.

"Ha! Now that's funny." He scoffed. "Do you actually think I would want to fuck a senior citizen like her?"

"Ummm, I don't know," I said. My initial thought that he was going to rape her was clearly wrong.

"I just want you to leave her alone," I said.

"Sorry pal, but I'm not interested in fucking her. I may be hard up...but I'm not that hard up."

"Then what do you want?" Mom asked.

Picking up the large dildo and holding it up in the air for everyone to see, the man stared directly at Mom and said, "I want you to show me and your friend here what it is exactly that you do with this."

"What do you mean?" Mom said nervously.

"Oh, I think you know what I mean. I want you to show us how you fuck yourself with this big ass dildo."

I was absolutely stunned by his suggestion. Without thinking I yelled, "Leave her alone," and lunged at the guy. He met me with a hard blow from the pistol to the side of my head, knocking me to the floor. As I lay there writhing in pain, Mom dropped to her knees beside me.

"Leave him alone!" Mom cried out.

I could feel the rage building inside of me but quite frankly there was nothing I could do that wouldn't make matters even worse. I'm fairly certain Mom knew what I was thinking and when I attempted to get up she said, "Don't."

Suddenly a large smirk appeared on the man's face as he stared down at us.

"Ohhh...wait a minute," he mocked. "Is this asshole your son?"

Without looking up, Mom simply nodded her head yes.

"Oh shit. This is fucking perfect," he said. His eyes seemed to light up as if he had discovered some type of secret.

"What are you staring at?" Mom asked nervously. "You got what you came here for, why don't you just leave us alone!"

"Oh yeah, like I'm just going to leave and let you call the cops. Do you think I'm stupid lady?"

"Please just leave," Mom pleaded. "I promise we won't call the police."

I couldn't help but notice the tears that had formed in Mom's eyes as she pleaded with the man.

"Sorry, lady, but it's not that simple. The only reason I knocked on your door in the first place was to make sure you weren't home before I broke in. But the second you answered the door you forced my hand."

Mom attempted to reply, "But..."

"Don't interrupt me," he chastised. "And given the fact that the two of you have seen my face and that I've already got a history with the local police, it certainly wouldn't be smart for me to just leave...now would it?"

"Whoa, wait a minute." I said. "What are you going to do to us?"

"Ha," he chuckled aloud. "That's not the question you should be asking yourself."

"What are you talking about?" I asked.

"The question you should be asking isn't what I'm going to do to you, but what the two of you are going to do to each other."

"What the fuck are you talking about?" I said loudly. I'm fairly certain that was the first time I had ever used that particular profanity in the presence of my mother.

"Think about it, asshole. I really don't have too many options now that you've seen my face."

"What do you want from us?" Mom pleaded. "We've already given you all of our money. Please just leave us alone! I give you my word that we won't call the police."

"Are you finished lady?" He said glaring at her, almost daring her to say another word.

When Mom didn't speak he continued where he had left off.

"The way I see it, this can go one of two ways," he said very calmly. "One, I could make the two of you do something so bizarre that you would be too embarrassed to tell anyone about it, including the police."

"Or two...well...I don't really think I need to spell that one out for you, do I?" He said as he waved his gun in the air.

"Please just leave us alone," I pleaded.

"Get up," he commanded, "Both of you."

As Mom and I rose to our feet the man took a few steps back so that he was standing at the foot of my mother's king-size bed.

"Okay, this is what I want you to do," he said with an evil glare.

Mom clutched my forearm firmly. Judging from the tight grip she had on me I started to think that she might have a panic attack or something.

Looking in our general direction he calmly said, "Strip."

"What?" I questioned.

"You heard me. Strip," he demanded. "Both of you!"

I opened my mouth and was only able to say the words "Please don't..." before he stepped towards me with his gun raised, threatening to hit me in the head again.

"Don't!" Mom cried out. "Please don't hit him again. We'll do whatever you tell us to do."

Looking down at the ground Mom immediately began to comply with his order and I watched uncomfortably as she began to undress. Starting with her shoes and working her way up, Mom undressed hurriedly until the only thing left was a pair of baby blue bikini style panties and a matching bra. Instinctively she crossed her arms in front of her chest, trying to shield her body from this stranger.

"You too, asshole," he sneered.

"You son of a bitch," I grumbled as I proceeded to disrobe.

As soon as I had finished undressing the man looked at Mom and said, "Kiss him."

I started to speak but before I could say anything the man shouted, "And don't say a word or else I will knock the shit out of you again!"

Turning back to Mom he repeated himself, saying, "Kiss him."

With a bit of hesitation, Mom turned in my direction and pressed her lips to the side of my face.

This only seemed to piss the man off even more.

"That's not what I meant lady and you know it. Kiss him...on the lips."

"You sick fuck!" I said nervously. "What's wrong with you?"

Without hesitation the man very calmly said, "One more word out of your son and I swear I will either knock him out or put a bullet in his head lady!"

There was something in his calm demeanor that made me believe his threat.

Mom and I stood there motionless until the man said, "Listen lady. I'm fully aware that a good mother such as yourself will do just about anything to spare their kids from being hurt. So...I'm only going to repeat myself one more time before I take this gun and bash your sons' pretty little head in. I want you to turn around and kiss him on the lips. And I don't want to see a short peck on the cheek like before. I want to see a long, slow kiss."

I started to speak again but before I could say anything Mom put a finger against my lips. She stared at me for the longest time before finally removing it. Using the same finger Mom lovingly brushed some stray hairs away from my face.

We continued to stand there staring at each other until Mom said, "Let's just get this over with."

"Buu..."I started to say, but once again she covered my lips to keep me from speaking.

"Close your eyes," she instructed.

I did as she asked and as soon as my eyes were closed Mom moved a step closer so that our near naked bodies were close enough that I could feel the warmth from her body. With her hand still on the side of my face I smelled her sweet breath as she opened her lips and kissed me.

"Could this really be happening?" I asked myself.

Although our open-mouthed kiss only lasted a few seconds, it felt as though it had lasted an eternity. Quite honestly I think I might have been in a state of shock as our lips parted and I opened my eyes. As we stood there staring into each other's eyes, I suddenly realized that our bodies were now pressed closely together. Even though we were forced to do so, I got the weird feeling that kissing me had somehow aroused Mom because in all the years I had known her I had never seen that look on her face.

For a moment I nearly forgot that we were being held against our will until the man cleared his throat and said, "That's a good start, but I need to see more passion...from both of you."

Mom turned in the man's direction and pleaded, "Please don't make us do this."

"I'm not playing around lady. Do it."

As she turned to face me, Mom leaned forward and whispered in my ear.

"It'll be okay, Rob. Let's just do this so he'll leave."

As soon as she said those words I felt her warm mouth lightly graze my sensitive ear.

"Am I reading too much into this or did she do that on purpose?" I asked myself.

I closed my eyes as her lips slowly kissed a path across my cheek until they were once again pressed against my mouth. As she held the sides of my face with her delicate hands, Mom pressed her lips firmly against mine and kissed me passionately. My heart pounding with excitement, I parted my lips and groaned softly as I felt her tongue enter my mouth.

"My God, is this really happening?" I thought to myself.

I have no idea how long the kiss lasted but when Mom finally pulled away and turned her head towards the man, he pointed at me again and told her that she wasn't finished yet.

By this point I was feeling a mixture of emotions. On one hand I was extremely pissed off that this sick son of a bitch was standing there demanding to watch Mom and I kiss, but on the other hand I was becoming more and more turned on. After all, I was finally kissing the woman I had been lusting after for more than two decades!

"You want a show?" I asked in a somewhat taunting voice. "We'll give you a show!"

Mom looked at me with a puzzled expression as I placed my hands around her waist and pulled her towards me so that our bodies were pressed together tightly. "Kiss me," I said as I closed my eyes and leaned forward to press my lips to hers. As we stood there kissing I felt her breasts pressing against my chest. Even though she was wearing a bra, to my surprise I could tell that her nipples were now hard and erect. As her legs rubbed against my thighs gently I felt myself start to get hard.

The longer Mom and I kissed the more I forgot that we were being forced to do so. As my cock got harder and pressed against her belly, I could have sworn I heard Mom groan as our tongues hungrily continued to explore one another's mouths. For the next minute or two we continued our passionate kiss until I heard the distinctive sound of a camera snapping a picture.

"What in the..." I said.

"Oh, just a little souvenir," the man said casually as he snapped a second photo with his phone. "You didn't think I was going to leave here without a little leverage, did you?"

"You're a sick bastard!" Mom shouted.

"I may be a sick lady, but I'm not the one giving your son a hard on," he teased.

I hadn't really thought about it until then, but the fucker was right. My cock was rock hard and standing at full attention. As I attempted to cover my raging hard-on by placing my hands over the front of my boxer briefs, I was embarrassed beyond belief knowing that both of them were now looking at my crotch. Although she didn't say a word, when I looked up I could tell by the look on Mom's face that she wasn't the least bit surprised by what she was seeing. The look on her face seemed to confirm that she had indeed felt my cock pressing against her belly just a few seconds ago and in some way I felt as though she was proud of what she saw.

"Okay, you've embarrassed us enough," Mom begged. "Can we please get dressed?"

"Aahhh, I don't think so lady," he said pointing to my groin. "We can't let your boy walk around with that thing the rest of the day, now can we?"

"Please just leave us alone," Mom pleaded.

"Get on your knees," he commanded.

"What?"

"I didn't stutter. I said get on your knees!"

While still facing in his direction, Mom did as she was told and dropped to her knees.

"How long has it been since you've sucked a cock?" The man teased.

"What?"

"You heard me right the first time. How long has it been since you've sucked cock?"

"A...ummm...long time," she said nervously.

"How long is a long time? A month? A year? Ten years?"

With her face looking down at the ground, Mom responded so quietly that I barely heard her.

"Twenty years," she admitted.

"Holy shit lady," he taunted. "A horny bitch like you hasn't given head in twenty years? This is definitely going to be good!"

"Please," Mom begged.

"Turn around and face your son," he instructed.

"Please...pa...pa...please," Mom pleaded. "Don't make me do this."

The man simply held out his left hand and pointed his index finger towards my cock.

I was staring so intently at the man I didn't even notice the fact that Mom had done as the man had instructed and was now on her knees directly in front of me. However when I did finally glance down I saw that she was looking at the ground in shame. It was painfully obvious that Mom was trying to delay the inevitable as long as she could.

"You know what to do," he said sternly.

Mom turned around and pleaded; offering to do anything, even saying that she would "take care of him" if he wouldn't force her do it to me. He simply scoffed at her proposal and demanded that she remove my underwear and suck my cock.

As Mom nervously reached for the elastic waistband of my black boxer briefs, I took her hands in mine and stared into her eyes.

"Don't try and stop her, buddy, or I will mess you up so bad that she won't recognize you when I'm finished!"

Before I could say anything, Mom pushed my hands aside and grasped the waistband of my boxer briefs with her fingers. Mom calmly whispered, "It's okay" as she started to pull downward. Too uncomfortable to watch, I closed my eyes as Mom removed my cotton shorts and my cock sprang forth in front of her face. I reopened my eyes a second or two later when Mom calmly instructed me to lift my feet one at a time so she could take my briefs all the way off. As soon as she had tossed my briefs aside Mom closed her eyes as she braced herself against me by placing her hands on my thighs.

"Do it lady. Suck that cock!" He demanded.

What happened next will be etched in my memory for as long as I live. Hearing the man yell at her once again seemed to snap Mom out of some sort of a daydream. As bad as it sounds, I couldn't help but watch as Mom's trembling hand grasped my rigid shaft and then guided the bulbous head towards her mouth.

"Oh shit," I groaned as my cock slid inside her warm mouth.

"You see there, lady. That isn't so bad, is it?" He mocked as he snapped another photo with his phone.

For the next few minutes Mom did as she was told, but as you can imagine it seemed as though she was simply going through the motions. Her movements seemed forced, reserved, and somewhat mechanical. She was holding back and everyone in the room knew it.

After just a few more minutes it became painfully obvious that Mom was beginning to try the man's patience.

He finally shouted, "Stop being so shy, lady. I want you to suck that cock as if your life depends on it."

"Please stop trying to humiliate her," I begged.

When Mom abruptly pulled away and started to speak the man interrupted before she could get a word out.

"I'll tell you what," he said matter-of-factly. "And I'm only doing this because I'm feeling particularly generous. If it will help you to relax, I'll let the two of you get in the bed and you can cover up with one of the sheets."

Without a second's hesitation, Mom immediately released my cock and rose to her feet.

"Thank you," she said.

I found myself covering my engorged cock with my hands as I stood and watched Mom pull back the comforter and sheets before climbing onto the bed. I was somewhat surprised when she patted a spot on the bed in front of her and said, "Come here sweetie."

I did as instructed and laid down on the bed. As I propped my head up with a couple of pillows, Mom started to position herself between my legs.

"Quite fucking around and suck his cock," the man demanded.

Without needing to be told twice, Mom pulled the white sheet over her head and draped it over the lower half of my body. For a second I thought that she might try and fool the guy by pretending to suck me off under the sheet, but my suspicions were quickly proven false when I felt her hand grasp the shaft of my cock and begin to stroke it slowly. My entire body trembled when I felt her mouth engulf the head again.

I moaned, "Oh shit," as she started moving her mouth and fist in unison with one another. Even though she was being forced to do it, I couldn't help but lie back and enjoy the special attention she was giving me.

After only a couple minutes the man cleared his throat and spoke loud enough so Mom was certain to hear him and he wouldn't have to repeat himself. "Come on lady. Suck it like you mean it. Show your son how much you love him and his big cock."

The next thing I know Mom's head started to bob up and down on my cock rather quickly and she became quite animated by making loud slurping sounds.

"That's it, lady," the man encouraged. "Suck your son's cock."

As wrong as it was, by this point I was more turned on than I had ever been in my life. Although I had been lusting after my mother since I was a teenager, I never dreamed anything like this would actually happen. When I heard Mom begin to moan and then verbally encourage me to cum, I knew right then and there that I wouldn't be able to hold out much longer before I unloaded in her mouth. As much as I wanted to cum though, I held back as long as I could, trying to savor the moment for as long as possible.

I was just about to the point where I couldn't hold out much longer when I was jolted back to reality by a very distinctive sound that rose from the first floor of my parents' home. The front door had just slammed shut. When I opened my eyes I saw that the man was no longer standing at the foot of the bed.

Although her lips remained wrapped around the head of my cock, it was apparent Mom had heard the door shut also because her movements came to a screeching halt.

As much as I didn't want her to stop, I finally lifted the sheet up and saw that Mom's eyes were open and she was looking up at me.

"Is he gone?" she said quietly after she had removed her mouth from me.

"Yeah, I think he left," I said. "But I'll check to make sure."

I got up quickly and bounced into the next room. When I opened the blinds to one of the large hallway windows, I saw the man get into his truck and then hastily pull out of my parents' driveway.

As I walked back into the bedroom I couldn't help but notice that Mom had gotten up from the bed and was now sitting on the floor.

"Is he gone?" She asked.

"Yes," I said with a sigh of relief.

By this time my mind was racing a thousand miles a minute and I hadn't even thought to cover myself. It wasn't until I saw Mom's eyes wonder down to my crotch that I realized I was still naked and hard as a rock.

"It looks like you've got a bit of a problem there," she said sarcastically.

"Oh my God, Mom," I mumbled as I bent down to reach for my clothes that were in a pile on the floor. "I'm sorry. I'll...uhh...get my stuff and go into the other room and get dressed."

Before I could move Mom reached for my hand.

When I turned towards her and our eyes met, she patted the side of the bed and said, "Sit down."

"What?"

"Just sit down, Rob," she said calmly.

I did as she asked and anxiously sat on the edge of the bed. As soon as I was seated Mom got on her knees in front of me and used her hands to gently pry my legs apart.

"What are you doing?" I asked nervously.

You can't imagine how surprised I was when she took my cock in her hand and started to stroke it slowly.

"You are so close, baby," she said as she stared intently at my crotch.

"But, Mom," I moaned.

"Shhhh," she whispered as her gaze moved from my cock to my eyes. "Don't say anything or I might lose my nerve."

That's when I noticed a serious, but slightly seductive expression form on her face.

I moaned when I felt her start to pump my cock.

"This can be our little secret, okay?"