Chapter 1
The man moved forward quietly as the woman pushed open the door to her home. Cat-like in movement, he was upon her before her hand found the light switch. His hand clamped over her mouth as he propelled her into the darkened den. She struggled only briefly as she felt her arm twisted sharply behind her and a soft voice said, "Don't resist.. . and you won't be harmed."
A mingling of fear and excitement coursed through her startled young body as she gasped and 'felt her hands bound deftly at the small of her back and a piece of adhesive tape pressed over her mouth. She fought for breath. A blindfold was placed over her eyes. She was absolutely helpless!
She stood motionless as the unknown man pressed his body to hers. She gave a small start as his hands moved from her waist to cup her tits beneath the thin material of her blouse. His hands were gentle as he reached around from behind her and unbuttoned her blouse slowly.
She swallowed thickly as his body pressed against hers and she felt the throbbing outline of his prick against her thigh. God! He was going to rape her! She whimpered lowly when his hands were on her bare tits, moving in small circles and she felt her nipples stiffen against the stranger's palms.
"You're going to enjoy this fucking..." he whispered in her ear as his hands massaged her swelling nipples. "We're going to do things that will pleasure us both ... and it will only be pleasure-able, I promise ..."
He rolled her turgid nipples between thumbs and forefingers, then let one hand slide to her smooth belly. He released the catch on her skirt.
She felt her skirt fall about her feet, then he kneeled to remove it and her shoes. He moved around to the front of her and gently pulled down her sheer pantyhose. The man ran his hands over her naked thighs and she moaned lowly as his face touched her belly.
"So good ..." he murmured, "So very good."
She sensed the man standing and she listened as she heard him disrobing. Her pulse quickened as a zipper was drawn and she tried to visualize him standing naked before her. Then his hands were on her face and very gently he pulled the tape from her mouth.
"So long as you're quiet," he told her, his lips close to hers, "there's no need for this."
Then his mouth closed over hers. She struggled for a brief instant, but the warmth of his body pressing nakedly against her own seemed to calm her as his hands moved to her ass-cheeks. His tongue pressed against her lips and she opened her mouth slightly. As his prick throbbed against her naked thigh, she felt a surge of strange excitement course through her body.
Frank Genet felt the woman responding to his caresses. He pulled his head back and smiled as he looked at her in the dim light. He stroked his prick as she moaned lowly, then he reached out and moved his hand from her tit to her pussy. He smiled again.
It was always the same. Michele had told him that all women had rape fantasies, and given the opportunity to play the role, they would take an active part in the play.
As his fingers stroked her pussy lightly, he thought again of how it had all begun ...
For the first ten years of his life, Francois Genet knew little but a succession of nurses, surrogate mothers and tutors. Then at age seven, he was enrolled in an exclusive school near Lyons, France.
At age fourteen, his father sent for him. A car drove him to Paris where he saw his beloved mother, Michele.
He listened attentively as his father explained that his business was forcing him to relocate, and that the relocation included moving the family, too. He neglected, however, to tell Francois just how far that move would be.
It was not until they were checked through customs at New York that Francois learned of their actual destination: Los Angeles. Tears welled in his eyes as he saw his passport stamped and his father placed a hand on his young shoulder, telling him, "From now on, you shall be called 'Frank'... you have learned the English language and I expect you to use it." His mother had merely smiled and patted his cheek.
Then, settled in the new family home, Frank lay in his bed and he thought longingly of his bed at the academy and the warmth of the arms of the Sisters ... and he longed for that warmth.
He shivered as he thought about Michele in the connecting bedroom and he wondered if she too, were troubled by the storm outside and the terrible, dark loneliness of an empty room. And she was alone, for Frank's father had left that very morning on a business trip.
Thunder cracked again and Frank threw back the cover to bound across the room toward the bath. He tiptoed through the darkness and peered into the adjoining bedroom; he saw the glow of a cigarette and the faint outline of his mother sitting up in bed. Then the lightning came again and he gave out a startled cry as the thunder followed it.
"Francois ... is that you, Darling?"
"Yes ... it's me."
"Oh," she said and laughed. "You frightened me for a moment-I thought you were a burglar."
He edged into the room. "A burglar?"
She laughed again and threw back the covers as she crushed out her cigarette and beckoned him. "Come, my little burglar .. ."
Frank went quickly to his mother's bed and crawled in beside her. As she pulled the covers over him, he nestled against her warm body and he marveled at the softness of it as she slipped an arm about him and drew him close.
"And what are you doing out of your bed this time of night?" she asked.
He shivered as the thunder rolled, then replied honestly, "I... I was frightened."
"Come now, what has a burglar to be frightened of-a little storm? Surely you had storms at
Lyons ..." she said as he snuggled to her soft tit and his hand rubbed the silken material of her gown. She felt his warm hand on her side and a sudden desire to kiss her son came over her.
Frank raised his face and told her, "But we were never alone there, Michele."
She fert his" face close to her own and she bent her head slightly. The contact of her mouth on his stirred a longing in the woman, and though she did not understand it, she submitted to it as she held his face in her hand and felt her own heart beat rapidly in her breast. .
"There," she said softly as she withdrew her mouth from his. "Are you still frightened?"
"No, Michele," he said, and it was true-the unexplained fear he had felt had given way to a certain confusion. He had never been kissed in such a manner by his own mother and for some strange reason it had excited him.
"Michele ..." he said softly.
"Yes?" she asked.
"Are you all right? Have I disturbed you?"
She laughed nervously and replied, "No, of course not. Should I be disturbed by such a small burglar in my bed? What am I, a coward?"
"But I am not so small!" he protested, "I am nearly fifteen!"
She sighed. She realized that she was closer to her son's age than her husband's. She felt Frank's strong young body next to hers and she touched his face. She pressed her mouth over his and kissed him softly, pushing her tongue into his mouth.
She moved her thigh against his and felt the soft outline of his prick as it twitched. As they separated, she moved her hand hesitantly to his stomach and felt him tense momentarily. Her hand moved lightly over his lower stomach and rested on his cock.
She felt her son's growing erection and a thrill went through her cunt.
She swallowed. "No ... it is not such a small burglar I have in my bed ... not small at all."
Frank felt his mother's hand touch his cock. He swallowed thickly as her hand lingered on his prick and he felt it twitch beneath her warm touch. He remembered the snickers of the other boys at the academy when they first saw his man-sized cock-it had been a joke at first, but Frank knew they laughed out of envy and jealousy.
His head swam with unfamiliar sensations as he suddenly became aware of his mother's warm body so close to his-he felt the silk of her nightdress, and light electric-like shocks stirred him as he realized her bare flesh was beneath the thin gown.
"Francois ..." she whispered huskily, her lips close to his ear. "You know about sex ... no?"
"Yes ..." he replied.
Michele stroked her son's prick lightly. "Have you ... have you ever-how you say-made love to ... a girl?"
Frank's face burned. He shook his head.
She squeezed him and sighed deeply. "Then all you know about sex is what they taught you at the academy, no?"
"I have heard the older boys speak of doing it. .. and like our instructors, they always made it sound so ... so ..." "Dirty?"
"Dirty ..." he repeated after her. "Is it so?" "No, it is not," she replied and caressed his throbbing young prick and was excited by the size of it. She felt her own flesh tingle as his hand moved to her belly and lingered there.
"People would have us believe so and deny the beauty of sex. Sex is a thing of beauty ..."
She felt his fingers trace lightly over her navel and she breathed deeply in an effort to still her pounding heart.
Frank felt dizzy. His prick throbbed painfully and he knew his coming was not far off. He swallowed thickly. "We ... we could have sex, Michele?"
She laughed lightly, relieving some of her inner tension as she kissed his forehead. "Yes ... yes! What is more fitting than a mother teaching her son of love?"
She pulled the tie at his waist and opened his pajama pants. Her hand moved over his flat stomach and came in contact with the hot flesh of his prick. She closed her hand around his cock and felt it throb at her touch.
The size of her son's prick thrilled her. As she opened her mouth slightly and let her tongue touch his lips, she realized her son was not far from an orgasm. With a squeeze of his throbbing prick, she sat up and released his cock.
"Quickly, take off your pajamas," she told him as she threw off the covers.
Frank pulled his shirt over his head as Michele climbed over him and out of bed. Hesitantly, he removed his pajama pants, then he watched as his mother removed something from the nightstand by the bed.
His eyes widened as Michele reached for the hem of her nightdress, lifted it and drew it over her head. He could see the gentle curves of her body and he felt a lump in his throat as she stood naked before him. His eyes moved from her proud, full tits, down the gentle sweep of her stomach and came to rest on her cunt.
She smiled as she saw her son's eyes widen. Michele was proud that her body was full, ripe and beautiful.
"Move over, darling..." she told him, then slipped in bed beside her son. "Turn your back to me..."
Frank did as he was asked. A warm thrill raced through him as he felt Michele shape her body spoon fashion to his. He felt her soft tits as they came to rest against his back, then the light tickle of her dark bush as she pushed her hips against his ass.
She reached over him then and placed a towel beneath his cock.
"We will do this for you first," she told him. "Young men are not famed for their control." She dipped her fingers into the open jar of petroleum jelly she had taken from the drawer. She spread it generously on her fingers and palm, then scooped out another lajge amount and reached over her son to take hold of his prick.
The moment her lubricated hand came in contact with his cock, Frank gasped. She pressed her naked body against his and began stroking his swollen prick. Lightly, she traced the throbbing outline of his cock, then she closed her hand fully around it, pinching the sensitive head with her thumb and forefinger.
"Oh ... ohhh,. . Michele!" he groaned. "That ... that feels so good .. . so ... good!"
Pressing her lips.to his ear, she flicked out her tongue and whispered, "Move, Francois ... only your hips and thighs."
Frank's prick slid in and out of his mother's hand. He felt the sensation that came to him only when he masturbated. His mother's warm body lay pressed closely to his and Michele moved as he moved, matching the rhythm of his hips with her own. Her pelvis pushed against his ass and Frank longed to touch her cunt as he moved his hips rapidly.
He was cumming and he held his breath.
"Oh ... Michele! Mama! I... I... I'm ... Ohhhh!" His juices boiled and he felt the rush of sensation tear its way through his heated cock.
Michele felt him cumming and she held tight to his prick as the first contraction came, then she closed her hand oyer the slickened head of his prick as his hot cum boiled forth to spurt through her fingers. She thrilled at the pulsing of his youthful prick. She held him to her and kissed his neck as he filled her hand with his hot cum.
Michele held onto her son's prick long after the contractions had ceased. She knew that it would be a while before his passions built again and she lay there very still as his breathing returned to normal and the cock in her hand twitched as it softened.
"Mama ... Michele ..." he said, his voice near a sob.
"Shhh .. ."she whispered and let go his prick.
She slipped from the bed and in a few moments she returned with a warm washcloth. Frank lay on his back and watched in the dim light as his mother bathed his cock lovingly with gentle movements. The warm cloth on his prick felt good.
Before she pulled away, she bent down and very softly kissed the head of his prick. He was so filled with love for her at that moment, he would have gladly died for her had she asked. He watched as she walked again to the bathroom, and the sight of her fully rounded ass-cheeks stirred him again.
Michele returned to the bed, slipped beneath the covers and gathered her son into her arms. She kissed him softly.
She smoothed his brown with her hand and smiled. "It gives me pleasure to give to you ... the true meaning of love."
With his body pressed close to her naked loins, the boy asked hesitantly, "May - may I touch your Michele ... all over, I mean?"
"But of course," she replied. "Are you not the burglar, I the victim?" She laughed lightly.
Frank moved his hand tentatively over her naked hip, then up her side until his thumb encountered the swelling of her tit.
"I... I wish to see ... ah, look at you ... all over," he told her thickly.
Michele lay back and pushed down the covers to expose her lush, naked body for her son.
She. raised her left leg, spread her knees a bit and told him, "Look and touch all you wish, I am yours to do with as you please."
Frank's heart beat wildly as he drew himself up to sit on his knees as his mother lay back, her head on the pillow. Her raven hair spilled out in a soft dark halo about her face and she closed her eyes as the boy looked at her body.
Her firm tits were a marvel to him. He swallowed again as his gaze continued down her smooth belly. The boy looked at her cuntmound and as he touched his own sparse growth of pubic hair-wholly inadequate for the man-sized prick that sprouted from his loins-his mouth became dry.
Reaching out hesitantly, Frank touched his mother's right tit lightly. He felt the nipple stiffen beneath his palm and a light thrill went through him as he rubbed in small circles, then closed his hand around the fullness of her tit. He moved his hand slowly down her body. He felt his own pulse quicken as he touched that dark patch of hair above his mother's cunt. Michele moaned at his soft touch. She opened her eyes as her son's hand closed over her lush cunt. She wanted to cry out-to force him to enter her pussy. Spreading her legs, Michele felt the tips of his fingers touching the outer lips of her cunt: Then, he moved his hand to her thighs and spoke softly.
"You are so beautiful, Michele... so very beautiful."
Her heart beat wildly as his hands moved slowly over her aching body. She felt herself being aroused to a peak of passion.
"Roll over, Mother..."
Michele rolled over.
Frank licked his lips as he looked down at the twin mounds of her ass. Such a beautiful ass!
"I have always wanted to touch you here ..." he confessed as he reached out and closed both hands over the cheeks of her ass.
Michele moaned lowly as her son touched her ass-cheeks. Frank raised up then, spread her legs widely and kneeled between them to nuzzle his face, first to one ass-cheek, then the other. His prick began to throb and grow again between his legs.
Michele shivered as she felt her son's mouth on her ass and she caught her breath as he kissed one side, then the other, then let his tongue roam down the cleft and touch her just above the sensitive flesh of her asshole.
She moaned loudly, then hissed, "Yesss ... kiss me there ... kiss me there, Francois!"
Frank spread the cheeks of her ass and closed his mouth over her asshole. As he probed gently with his tongue, a faintly bitter taste came to him, but it did not deter him as he slipped his hands beneath her body to cup her full tits as he licked her asshole.
Michele squirmed. "Lower ... lower, Francois!"
His mouth came in contact with her cunt. His tongue flicked out, and his mother shifted slightly and raised her ass. He felt her stiffen as he tongued her pussy, and he knew that it was pleasing her-but the position was uncomfortable.
Michele rolled to one side and she slid down on the bed. Frank looked at her splayed cunt and his heart beat wildly.
"Soixante neuf... sixty-nine!" . Frank recalled how his school friends had described such an act and he understood. He stretched out beside his mother. He lowered his head between her legs and found her pussy pressing upwards toward his mouth. The hair of her pubic bush tickled his chin as he opened his. mouth and chewed on her lewedly exposed pussy.
"Ohhh___Francois! Yes . .. kiss it. . .kiss your mother's pussy!"
She pressed her hips upward and squirmed beneath his mouth, then she reached out and found his throbbing prick just inches from her face. She stroked it lovingly, then as his tongue entered her cunt and found that magic spot, she opened her mouth and sucked on her son's prick.
Frank felt his mother take hold of his prick and he pushed with his hips as she stroked his cock gently, then he felt the warmth of her mouth on the head of his prick and suddenly it seemed as though she had taken its entire length, into the hot, wetness of her throat.
He moaned lightly, his tongue buried in her pussy and it was then that he felt that turgid little piece of flesh-he sucked it and found he could actually take her clit into his mouth as she squirmed beneath him. He began to suck her clit furiously as his mother's hands grasped his naked ass and pulled him to her.
Michele swallowed the excess saliva in her mouth as she took the length of her son's prick deep into her throat. She was thrilled by the size of his cock and though she wanted to feel it inside her pussy she knew there would be time enough for that later.
She felt herself being driven to the brink as Frank licked her cunt and teased her clit with lips and tongue. He drove the head of his prick deeper and deeper into her sucking mouth.
Then, as she felt her own orgasm building, Michele sensed that her son was not far off from his own. She stroked his smooth ass-cheeks, then she found the tightly puckered ring of his asshole with her middle finger.
Frank groaned loudly as his mother's finger entered his asshole. He raised his head and he slid his thumb into her wet cunt, then he found her asshole with the middle finger of that hand. He felt the outer ring of her anus tighten, then relax as he entered her and began a fucking motion with his entire hand while he lapped her cunt.
A wave of sensation passed through Michele as she sucked the stiff and throbbing prick in her mouth. She shivered as the second orgasmic wave hit her and she swallowed the entire length of his prick and swirled her tongue around it as he fucked her frantically in the mouth.
Frank felt himself cumming. He panicked momentarily as he realized he could cum in his mother's mouth. But surely she realized it too, he thought, as he sucked her pussy and fingerfucked her cunt and asshole. He felt himself building to ejaculation.
Michele didn't seem to care as she alternated licking the swollen head, then taking his cock deeply into her throat.
"Ohhhh ... Uhhhhn . . . Michele!" he gasped as his juices spurted forth, down the length of his cock and gushed into his mother's hot, sucking mouth.
Michele felt her son stiffen. Then his prick jerked as the first contraction came; she pulled her finger from his asshole with a lewd pop and pressed his head to her cunt as her own dam of sensation broke in wave after wave of heavenly sensation.
Their bodies strained together in the throes of orgasm as Michele closed her mouth tightly around the head of Frank's spurting prick and she drank in the hot cum he pumped into her sucking mouth. She sucked his cock until the contractions had passed. She swallowed every drop of his precious cum as he gasped for breath, his head .held tightly between her legs, his fingers still fucking in and out of her cunt and ass.
Frank withdrew his wet hand from her crotch as he lay his head on her silken thigh. And they lay there, very still, savoring the warmth they shared.