My son forced me and now I'm his whore - Part 2

In the first part of my story (My son forced me and now I'm his whore) I told how my son Raul attacked me for the first time. Today I will tell how he made me his whore and how our life at home has been since then... After the night he raped me, I was very afraid to come home. When he came, I was terrified that he would force me again. When he didn't come, I was terrified of the hour of his arrival. No matter how much I tried to distract myself, I couldn't forget his threats: "If I tell you to suck my dick, you suck my dick. If I tell you to suck my dick, you suck my dick. If I tell you to open your ass, you suck your ass!" He looked like my father and I looked like his daughter, he gave me orders and I obeyed in spite. At that time my head was not right, I did not know what to do, for the first time I shaved all the way down. I thought that maybe he did not attach so much to me because he was praising my haircut. But then it was me who did not feel well, it was like a part of myself was missing. It made me even more insecure, when security was all I aspired to. My only quiet time was at work, even with my friends trying to figure out what was wrong with me, because they noticed that I wasn't the same person, so I felt like my life was a thriller, never knowing when the criminal would strike again... However, my son didn't touch me again for a while. He was acting as if nothing had happened. He barely looked at me, as if he was ashamed, and when he talked to me, it was as if he had never forced me to sleep with him. My hope was that he had repented, that it might have been a spur-of-the-moment thing, a rage that he couldn't control at the time but that he had now overcome, and I imagined him apologizing to me and praying to the saints that everything would go back to normal, amen. After 15 days with nothing happening, I was finally able to relax a little bit. I freed myself a little bit and almost felt normal. Then one Saturday Raul brought a colleague to dinner and it was as if everything was as before. He even praised my beans and played with me, treating me like a son who respects his mother and treats her with affection. I noticed that my son was showing off to his friend, a handsome, tanned and quiet boy named Junior, showing him how he spoke to his mother as if she were his sister, with all his free will. Junior hardly opened his mouth, he just smiled, he looked like a good boy. That made me so happy that I went to get ready a little, painted my face, put on my red dress and my black lingerie. I looked in the mirror and thought I was pretty, ready to impress. I opened a wine and I even wanted to dance. I threw a record and shook my glass butt a little in my hand, with both of them applauding me, the loudest. We talked a lot until late, my son very knowledgeable about everything, the friend knowledgeable about nothing, always quiet, just laughing, and I challenging them with my culture, playing with them that they did not know was nothing, that they had the whole world to learn. It was very fun, but then the wine went up in my head and I ended up falling on the couch. I left the two of them choosing CDs and drinking soda (I thought) and turned off. I've always slept in a light top and wide shorts, so as not to cut off the circulation, because at this point my weight is a little above average. However, since the rape I've been sleeping in lycra pants and a sweater, because it gave me a greater sense of protection. That night, however, I fell asleep in my dress and my lingerie... Around 2 a.m., I woke up with a strong pressure in my stomach. I was still a little dizzy from the wine and I heard the music playing softly in the room. My first impulse was that I had a digestive problem, which usually happens when I consume stronger food, like beans. Only then did I understand what was happening ... Someone behind me was pulling the elastic band of my underwear! I didn't get it until I felt a hand reaching for my ass and then into the hollow of my vagina to fuck my pussy, and then I felt a finger forcing its way into my ass, and then I shivered... it was happening... my son was gonna rape me again! I was paralyzed, I knew from previous experience that it wasn't worth appealing, when my son puts something in his head he goes all the way, just like his father. Not knowing what to do, I pretended to be asleep, thinking that without a reaction he might lose interest. I let him finger my ass, then my shoe, and then he pulled my panties down, and then he pulled my ass up to his roll, and he started licking my neck, but I knew he was going to get into me, and I started crying quietly, preparing myself for the worst. But the worst part wasn't that... the worst part was when I felt two hands entering my dress, pulling my bra and squeezing my breasts, while lips smelling of alcohol kissed my mouth! For a woman being raped by a man, it was an impossible math. Two hands behind me fucking my private orifices, two hands in front of me squeezing my lips... one mouth licking my pussy, another licking my mouth... the math didn't add up. Then I heard my son 's voice in front of me: Go on, Mom, show Junior that you're my bitch! That's when I realized it was Junior who was after me, pulling on my rubber bands and punching my holes! I jumped off the couch like a raging animal, disgusted and so desperate that the two boys didn't have the strength to hold me. What do you think you're doing?! This time you have no excuse no, I'll call the police and they'll arrest you, they'll arrest you two shameless rapists! My own son! Son of your father! At the time I didn't think what I was saying, I didn't realize that I was revealing to my son that, like him, his father also raped me once. It was a neighbor alone, he was very drunk, I said "no" but he consumed it anyway. It's not that I felt violated, but I said no. We were separated for a few months, until we accepted him back. All this was before Raul was born and he never tried anything like that with me, he just kept drinking... Thank God, in the midst of that confusion, my son didn't notice anything and never asked me what I wanted to say. Now I was mad, I never could have imagined that my son could do such a thing to me, sell his mother, or rather, offer her to a friend, just to exercise his power over me, to establish for the world, not only for our house but for whoever he brought there, that his mother was his whore and would have to obey all his whims. I picked up my cell phone and was about to dial the emergency number when my son came and grabbed my neck. "Don't just stand there, you little brat, take her by the arms!" my son ordered his friend. Soon Junior came and grabbed me from behind, and the two of them together had the strength to throw me onto the couch, and I fell helpless, feeling the world go round, for the wine was still acting on my system, along with my fear and my anger. Soon the two of them were upon me, tearing off my underpants by my legs and my dress by my arms, stripping me of all my clothes, leaving only my black socks. The big light was on, I didn't even let anyone turn it on, and soon they could both see me completely naked. Eta, your mother doesn't shave, does she? What's the matter, you don't like hairy women? Obviously. She shaved a few days ago, but she'll let it grow back. "I've been wanting to eat my mother for a long time, I've seen her naked, she's hairy like yours", Junior said, looking in the direction of my sketch with his mouth open and his eye bulging. My son was in control of the operation, his wishes were orders: Go fuck her, fuck my mother, then you give me your... The bastards laughed like two assholes, ignoring my pleas as they pulled me by my arms and legs, cutting me open in X... At my son's command, Junior lowered his trousers, didn't take them off, landed on me and penetrated me like a missionary. Son of a bitch, he had a cock twice the size of Raul's and bigger than his! Neither foreplay nor affection, it struck immediately inside me, very hard, while my son held me by the arms and was biting the beaks of my breasts until I cried out in pain. Soon, too, Raul pulled down his trousers and sat around my neck, pointing his hard-boiled mead to my mouth, and raising his closed hand, threatening to beat me: Open your mouth, suck that roll. I did what he told me to do and I sucked his dick while Junior was pounding on my pussy like a madman, and I could hear the sound of his bag hitting my groin. At that time, my body was asleep, I could barely feel each other's pyrotechnics, I just prayed that the two of them would have a quick laugh and end my suffering. Stop it, Junior, you're not having fun yet. They quickly switched positions and continued to break into me, my face rested a little, as Raul's cock was much smaller by comparison, and curiously, the same cock that seemed so thick the first time he stuck it in me... And Junior's roll was so big and it went so far down my throat that for a while I couldn't even breathe, and I started coughing, and they stopped... Soon I felt my legs being pulled back and my body being turned upside down. He eats my mother's cooking while I fuck her. I yelled at them not to do that, for God's sake, not that, but already my son had stuck his pin in my skirt, pulling me by my legs to leave my ass centered on his friend's cock. Behind me, Junior pushed my buttocks far away and pushed himself into my ass, screaming and crying tears of pain. It was too big and he didn't even think to lubricate. The two of them grabbed me and each other, and they were crushing me between them and poking me with their sticks, and for the first time in my life, I knew what it was like to be eaten in the face and in the ass at the same time. The two of them kept beating until they found a rhythm, and my son said, Don't stop until you make the dog laugh! And the two of them kept kicking for a long time, Junior on my ass, Raul on my cheek, Junior clutching my breasts, Raul kissing me on the mouth. Five, 10, 15 minutes, I have no idea how long my "torture" lasted. I kept thinking that, until a few weeks ago, in my entire life, I had only known three or four chicks, all of them before my husband. In fact, I had little interest in others. For a long time, in my teenage years, my business was the mines. My husband never knew, nor did my son... Since I was a little girl, I only thought about girls. In my head, I knew I was going to be gay. I received an education, I had my experiences, but I always hid from everyone because I knew I was wrong and I felt so ashamed. Until I felt the pleasure of a stick filling my bowl and my head turned, my desires changed. That happened when I was 14 years old, but I can't tell this story. It gives me chills to think about it, how the world turns and turns, and it always seems to stop in the same place. Now, sometimes I find myself wanting to recapture that old desire, and it makes me want to suck my thumb or lick my ass, but I don't know how my son would feel about that. Now, all of a sudden, all those years later, I was adding two more man dicks to my short list, one of them being my own son's, and both of them fucking me at the same time, orchestrated in the same symphony. That was the kind of nonsense that went on in my head, still well labeled, while the two molecules abused me, fucking me against my will. As much as I didn't want to, I couldn't help myself... My booty burst and I laughed like a tramp!! I had the most fun I've ever had in my life, my body shot up like I was getting an electric shock, my legs trembled, my breasts exploded... my son had to cover my mouth for my scream not to wake the neighbors... They kept raping me for a few more minutes until Junior was filling my fucking ass, and then my son did the same thing to my little face, and then it was me who said, Hold on, please, don't stop, I'm going to make fun of you again! So they went on a little bit longer, they were soft, but it didn't matter, I felt them all inside, and I shot again, I had never in my life had two orgasms one after the other, and when they let me go, I kept shaking for long minutes in a violent and sexual trance, until I died in my sleep. I woke up I don't know how many hours later, it was still night, my cheek was burning and my butt was freezing because I was sitting in a puddle of juice that had been left on the couch, the room was empty, the lights were on, the window was open, a morning breeze was scratching the whole compartment. I got up, turned off the light, closed the window, put on my underwear that was on the floor and went to my room, very sore below and dying of sleep. Junior and Raul had gotten in early and were sleeping side by side in my bed, arms and legs outstretched. They were snoring like two drunks, and they certainly were because I saw my empty bottle on the counter. The only space available for me to lie down was in the middle of them. I lay down without thinking. At the time I didn't know if I was sleeping or if it was a dream... The next day, I was the first one to wake up, and I realized that my dream had come true, that it had all really happened, that I had been raped by two boys, my own son and his little friend, and they were still snoring next to me. I threw off my robe and went to the bathroom for my morning flush, and to my surprise, I barely sat down, and a jelly-like jelly paste was pouring out of my ass... I felt very dirty, disgusted with everything that had happened, very much wanting to cry. But at the same time I could not forget the two consecutive orgasms that those two naughty children had provoked in me ... so I felt sad on one side and very excited on the other. I did not even evacuate, because at that time my son entered the reservation. Are you up yet, Mother? I felt very hurt, physically and mentally broken by him, very angry at my abusive son, and I lowered my head, because I was disgusted to even look at him, and I tried to respond as peacefully as possible, for fear of his retaliation. Yes, my son. Did you sleep well? Yes, my son. Then come and suck it. He grabbed my chin and made me look up. At the height of my face, a few inches from my mouth, his penis was already completely hard. It looked even bigger than the night before... I didn't even wait for him to threaten me, I was surrendered to him... I opened my mouth and did what he told me to do. He hit me very hard, making me drool on my tits. I sucked for several minutes, hoping that he would laugh right away. But my son had other ideas... That's it, that's it, turn your ass. Raul, please don't... it still hurts a lot, son. That's right, you're gonna have to widen it, I'm gonna be rolling a lot on your ass, you'd better get used to it. Then he stuck two fingers in and felt my fucking wet ass. What's that, Mommy? Your ass is all sweaty! You've got a boner in your ass, isn't it? It looks like a boner! With the opening and lubrication of the previous night, he put the roll in with ease, since it was much smaller than Junior's. I felt all burned and complained of pain, but he did not want to listen to me, he just kept hitting a temp, until he remembered that since he had got up he had not yet urinated, since I was occupying the bathroom when he arrived. Then he warned me: I'll piss on your ass. I felt an unstoppable jet of hot liquid entering my anus, so much so that it began to sneeze at the edges of my ass... If I was already feeling dirty, that made me feel like a real piece of trash, a mere deposit of shit and pee and whatever other discharge my vicious abusers remembered to flood me with... And yet, once again, I felt a little warmth in my muzzle and my little cricket throbbing, both from what he was doing to me at the moment and from everything I remembered from the night before. Soon he stopped peeing and kept pounding deep into my ass until he stopped because he felt an obstacle blocking his pin, talking dirty, told me bluntly: Besides being a whore, you're a slut, aren't you? It wasn't enough that he raped my ass, he cursed at me, and then I felt him push again, as far as he could, and he even turned his hips, and then he pulled out the reel and he turned me over again. Sit down, suck that shit! Almost the entire surface of his glans was a brownish color, no doubt traces of my poop. I backed away, refusing that humiliation, but he squeezed my neck until I opened my mouth and couldn't breathe, and he made me suck on his dick filled with my excrement, forcing me to suck on it until I wiped your little... Finally, seeing that my work had been well done and that his dick was shining again, he slammed a swift fist against my nostrils and splashed all over my face. So I was sitting in the bathroom with my robe open, my breasts and boob in plain sight, dripping shit all over the place, when Junior came into the reservoir, and my instinct was to send him away, because I was suddenly so ashamed of him seeing me naked: Didn't you get what you wanted? I hadn't finished my sentence when I felt the burning crack of a slap on my chest, which immediately turned red. Shut your mouth you cow, you don't say anything here! Then he turned to his friend: What do you want? What do you think? Of course, at that time, the bastard also wanted to urinate. "It's all right, you can do it", said Raul. I was about to get up but my son told me to stay in my seat. Who told you to move? Then to his friend: You piss on that motherfucker, you wash it, you see how it's shit, it's dripping shit, it's got shit in its mouth. Then, with nothing to announce it, he slapped me in the face so hard that my head hit the tiles, and the punch made me see stars, and then I felt a high rise on my head, but that was the last time my son ever hit me. Open your mouth, bitch! And Junior started to hose me all over with his pee, giving me a full body bath, soaking my robe and in particular my face full of fucking and my mouth knowing the shit of my ass. Then they finally left me dripping urine and they both left. After bathing, I came out naked and dripping on the floor again, since I had neither clothes nor a towel. I walked into the living room and Junior was gone, my son was on the couch watching TV, he hadn't even bothered to put on a bermuda, he was naked, playing distractedly with his dick. Aren't you going to get dressed, son? <unk> Why? Soon, soon I'll pierce you again... The same for you, it's not even worth to dress. Stay like this naked, hairy, for me to see. Come here, sit with me. Let me play with your pinkies... It's very cheap, isn't it? It'll grow, won't it? You know how I like it... I know, my son. And we stayed like this all morning, watching TV while my son played with my shaggy pubic hair and forced me to grab and thicken his pints. From that day on, it became a ritual, every time we sat down to watch TV he'd have his hand playing on my xana and I'd have my hand on his dick. Today our life is like a porn script, I come home and he's already waiting for me with a hard-on, so I suck him, or he sucks me, or he puts it in my mouth or in my ass, depending on the appetite. If I'm dressed, he takes my clothes off, or he puts his hand in my clothes, if I'm naked, he ignores me until he's horny, and then he manipulates me as he sees fit. Turn your ass around. <unk> Rub the knuckle. Suck my dick. Chew your ice cream. Lick my ass. Open up those edges. It makes me laugh. He doesn't need to shout or hit anymore. He's no longer violent, he hasn't raised his hand to me for months. He already knows that I'll obey him. I do what he says, as long as he says, do this, do that, suck here, lick there ... He only always adds at the end of his commands, that word that in his mouth hurts me at the same time that fills me with a boner: whore! Since that day, it's happened three more times that my son has brought his little friend to fuck me along with him, and Junior is the only one who's repeated it, all just so that I never forget my place in this house, to remind myself that my position of authority as a mother no longer exists, that I am now the whore of my 16-year-old son, and I owe him obedience, giving it to him or whoever he commands. He hardly ever calls me mommy anymore. For us my name is different now. On the street I still introduce myself as Ana. But inside, my name is Ana Puta. (end of chapter 2) (PS) and As I said earlier, all this description that I gave of my story is very recent and very real, only the names are false to protect those involved, no one can know, society would not understand... For me, who have been living this for about four months, there are still a lot of strange things. It is not overnight that a person gets used to being the wife of his son after so many years of being his mother. There are days that I find monstrous. Others find me hurrying the step to come right home and my son to make fun of me. I still feel divided, but I'm less shocked every day because my son makes me feel like a woman, and it's like in the midst of all this chaos, we've found our harmony. Today I feel more at peace, although I still want to understand many things. I also owe it to the many comments and emails I've received from you over the past few days that have strengthened me and made me feel a little bit more normal. A friend here told me: "You have begotten your son, he literally came from inside you, why not let him enter you again?" That's what I've been talking about. It was a lot of very important messages for me, I'm not going to publish to not betray your trust, but it was a lot of people who are going through the same situation as me that helped me to understand, to have a more open and natural view of incest than I could have ever imagined. It gives me great strength to know that there are other people going through the same thing as me, who have their own way of overcoming prejudice and living in peace with themselves and in freedom with their most secret or even forbidden desires. I thank you all with all my heart, you can always count on Ana for anything! <3 I would also like to thank all of you for reading these two parts of my story, and I will soon share other parts of my life before my affair with my son, which may help explain why I feel so guilty about committing incest with him. I will also continue to count my days with Raul whenever it is justified, because I have found from this experience that by turning my story into a story and trying to explain to others what happens to me, I myself can better understand everything that is happening. For this part of the story I have selected some suggestive images, the woman's face does not even resemble mine but her body has its similarities. I hope you enjoy it and continue to follow my story and help me with your strength. Thank you very much. Big kisses to all of you! Anna the whore