Chapter 3
When they had finished breakfast, Frank sipped his wine and wiped his hands on a napkin. He looked at his naked mother and asked, "Why did you keep calling me a burglar last night-I would think you'd grow tired of that game .. ."
She looked at her son and felt her face color. "I... that is, all women have fantasies, Francois."
Frank nodded. "And yours, Michele, what is your fantasy?"
She smiled as she felt the stirring deep within her body and she crossed her naked legs beneath the table as she met her son's candid gaze. "I dream-or think-of coming into the house alone-you and your father are away. There is a man in the house ... but I do not see him. He grabs me and places a hand over my mouth so that I cannot scream .. then he rapes me again and again."
Frank took hold of her head and turned her face toward him. He was masturbating himself with one hand and holding her head with his other. As he felt himself about to cum, he told her sharply, "Open your mouth!"
Michele leaned forward to take her son's prick into her mouth as the glans widened and the thick, white semen began to spurt forth in hot globs. She caught it on her tongue, then swallowed as he held her head tightly and shoved his prick deep into her throat.
She gagged once, then swallowed again as he shot his hot load into her mouth. Michele achieved her own orgasm and stiffened as the waves of pleasure tore through her body as her son's contractions stopped and he withdrew his dripping prick from her mouth and replaced it with his tongue.
She felt such a rush of love for him at that very moment, that it shook her to the depths of her being.
As their lips parted, Frank told her, "Get dressed, Michele. You are going out."
"But..."
"Please, don't argue. Get dressed and drive to the ... to the drug store. Buy something-anything-then come home." He smiled. "But don't take too long."
She had a puzzled look on her face as she left the kitchen quickly.
Frank listened as she ran up the stairs. He smiled to himself as he poured a glass of wine. She had done so much for him, he thought-the least he could do was to fulfill her fantasy for her!
Standing, out of the rain just off the broad patio of the Genet home, Mrs. Patrica Lindner stood with her mouth agape as she watched her new neighbor leave the spacious kitchen of her home and bound naked, up the broad staircase.
She could not believe her eyes as she returned her gaze to the youth sitting now at the table, one foot propped on another chair, drinking something from a long-stemmed glass. Michele had invited her over for coffee the afternoon before, but she had declined and promised to come over early that morning. And she had.
But she had not been prepared for the scene she had seen through the sliding glass patio doors. Now, she stood in utter shock at the erotic scene she had just witnessed. Dressed only in her nightgown, house coat and clear plastic slicker, she shivered slightly as she gazed at the Genet boy seated at the table, his back to her.
Pat had been widowed for nearly two years and the sexual exchange she had just seen between mother and son added new fuel to her frustrations. Then her hand stole beneath her own gown and robe and she leaned heavily against the stucco wall looking at Frank's smooth back and handsome legs.
Frank heard Michele descending the stairs. "I'll see you tonight, Mama ... at supper."
"Yes, darling," she called back. "Have a nice day-dress warmly if you go out."
"I shall, Mama .. ." he replied. The front door slammed.
Pat watched Frank stand and begin clearing things from the table. As she watched his youthful body move gracefully, her fingers entered her sopping cunt and she closed her eyes briefly as she visualized herself sitting naked at the table and the boy spurting his hot cum into her mouth.
Her dead husband had been a staunch believer in "missionary sex". Yet, she had heard of sexual acts other than fucking, she thought obscenely. As a consequence, Pat had reached her thirtieth birthday knowing no more about sex than she had a week following her marriage to the man twenty years her senior and as stiff necked as any preacher she had ever known.
She opened her eyes as her fingers fucked in and out of her aching cunt-she had been content with masturbation for the entire ten years of her marriage, and she actually enjoyed her own hand far more than she had ever enjoyed her husband's pile-driving prick.
Frank became aware of the voyeur as he folded the napkins.
He gave no outward indication that he had seen her. He recognized their neighbor and wondered idly what she was doing standing on the patio, her hand obviously fucking her cunt. He recalled his father's words shortly after they had moved in and met the woman. "What she needs is a good man to sleep with!"
And Frank thought about that as he realized what she was doing.
Frank walked quickly to the wide service porch, just off the kitchen.
He went quickly to the garage. From the workbench, he took a short length of cotton rope used by the gardener and a longer strip of flannel cloth from a rag bag. Then quickly he left the garage and made his way to the corner of the house.
He peeked around the corner to see the woman leaning against the side of the house by the glass doors of the patio. Her hand was still beneath her robe and from the motions she was making, Frank knew she was deeply engrossed in the act of fingerfucking.
He stole quietly up to her and as he neared, he heard her whimpering lowly as her hand moved furiously between her legs. Holding the strip of cloth in one hand and the cotton line in the other, he quickly grabbed her and gagged her with the rag.
Pat fainted.
Frank felt a sudden rush of fear as the woman slid silently to the ground. At first he was positive that he had hurt her. But as he bent over her, he realized she was merely unconscious.
As he rolled her over to bind her hands, he saw the thick blonde bush between her legs and a sharp thrill went through his young body. This done, he ran quickly back into the house, through the kitchen and unlocked the sliding patio door. He lifted the woman's unconscious body and carried her easily inside, then relocked the door. It was a little more difficult carrying her up the stairs. By the time he reached the second landing, he was breathing heavily. Laying her across his parents' bed, he pulled off her outer robe and was about to pull her nightgown over her head when she moaned and stirred. He tied her hands frantically and stood up as she groaned loudly.
Pat returned to consciousness slowly. She experienced a mounting panic as she felt her hands being tied behind her back. Then, she tried to open her eyes, but she was blindfolded. She whimpered in momentary fear, then she heard a soft but firm voice.
"Do not resist and you won't be harmed!"
"Oh... oh my God!" she cried softly. "Who ... who are you ... where am I... what are you going to do to me?"
A soft mouth closed over hers and she felt a moment of nausea as a hand closed over her tit to squeeze it gently. She struggled, then an unseen hand roamed at will over her belly, to her mons, and she felt a finger stroke her cunt lightly.
Rape! I'm going to be raped!
Her head swam as she struggled against her bonds and she rolled her head from side to side as the obscene mouth sucked at her tit and a soft warm tongue laved her nipple.
"Please..." she begged. "Please don't hurt me ... I'll do anything you ask, I swear!"
She moaned as the mouth left her tit.
"But of course you will."
Frank stood away from the bed and smiled down at the woman. "Don't try to move from where you are!" he told her. "You won't be harmed ... just don't resist or try to free your hands!"
"I... I won't... I promise ... but please, don't hurt me!" she replied in a strained voice.
Frank went quickly to his own room. He glanced out the window of his bedroom toward the drive-he knew his mother would not stay gone long... and he laughed lightly to" himself as he thought of his little surprise lying on the bed in the adjoining room.
He went to his closet and found a pair of pants, pulled them on, then slipped into a dark sweater. From his bureau, he took a dark ski mask, pulled it over his head. He went quickly downstairs as he heard the sound of his mother's car. From the foyer closet, he took a pair of .silk scarves and stuck them into his hip pocket as he pulled the door closed and stood there in the darkness, waiting.
Michele locked her car and walked quickly to the front door of her home. She opened the door and went into the dark foyer. She peered down the dim hall toward the stairs, the den and the dining room.
Suddenly the closet door burst open and a figure dressed in black came out. She gasped as the man grabbed her, clamped a hand over her mouth and roughly twisted one arm behind her.
"Do not resist and you won't be harmed . .."
Her heart beat rapidly as she whined and felt her wrists being bound behind her, then another scarf was tied securely about her eyes.
It's happening! It's actually happening! My God, what if something has happened to my son, and this is ... but the thought was interrupted as rough hands shoved her forward and she felt herself led to the stairway. Then she was guided upstairs., Her thoughts were' in turmoil as she felt herself propelled through the door roughly and she knew she was in her own room-but where was Francois? What had happened to him?
"No noise! Don't say anything... do you understand?" A cold fist closed around her arm. She merely nodded as her breath came in short, sharp gasps.
Michele stood there dumbly as she heard a zipper drawn down and she knew that whomever the person was, he was disrobing.
Frank undressed, quickly and stood before his mother as she waited silently for something to happen. He smiled as he sensed the fear of the unknown in both her and the lovely woman lying bound on the bed.
Michele felt the zipper at the back of her smock being drawn down slowly, then there was a sudden jerk and a rending tear as the material was ripped.
She gave out a startled cry and heard in return another cry, much like her own.
God! she thought what was happening?
Hands ripped off her dress, then she felt her bra straps as they too, were torn.
Then, there was a soft mouth on her right tit, and hands gripped her hips, moving to her panty-covered ass-cheeks. She whimpered lowly as she felt the mouth move to her other tit and suddenly she was responding-her nipples grew stiff and her breath grew shallow-but not from fear, from desire!
Then, the hands moved to her waist and she felt her sheer panties being drawn slowly down her hips, over her garter belt and stockinged legs. She sensed his breath on her legs and without realizing it, she was thrusting her body forward as his hands moved slowly over her silken calves, to her thighs and came to rest on her naked, quivering ass-cheeks.
She whimpered again as a face brushed her thighs. She felt a mouth on her stomach, the tongue, tracing light patterns over her smooth belly, coming to rest finally on her thick mat of pubic hair. She felt her legs being spread, then a hand moved between them and touched her lightly, but the fingers did not enter her cunt-they merely brushed the swollen lips of her pussy and drove her mad with desire.
"Ohhh ... Ohhhh ... " she moaned. "Please ... oh, pleeease!"
The tongue brushed her thighs and the hand teased her pussy.
On the bed, Pat listened and felt herself aroused as she realized she was not the only captive in the room. She breathed deeply in an attempt to calm her nerves, but it was impossible. She listened more intently as the other woman cried out and seemed to be begging.
"Please ... please don't hurt me!"
Frank slapped his mother sharply across the face. It startled her more than it hurt her, for the blow was light. She felt her arms being grabbed roughly.
"Do not speak! I've warned you!"
The stinging in her cheek passed and she felt herself turned around and held from behind.
Frank pressed his body against his mother and his swollen, throbbing prick slid between her legs as he reached around and grabbed her tits. He pushed her towards the bed.
Frank shoved Michele and she fell face forward across the bed beside the other woman. He pulled up Pat's gown until it bunched about her full, ripe tits. His hand moved flatly from her tits to her quivering belly, then he paused above her cunt-mound.
Pat moaned. Michele heard her and wondered who it could be.
Pat felt the soft tongue push past her lips as a hand spread her legs and stroked her pussy. She gasped for breath as the tongue was withdrawn, then the mouth moved down her body, pausing briefly to lick the turgid nipples of her heaving tits. Then, something happened that both pleased and frightened the bound woman-the mouth moved over her belly and she felt her legs being spread further apart, then the tongue and lips were on her cunt. She could not believe it was happening!
Frank licked the woman's cunt lavishly as she began to move her hips. He ran his tongue up one side of her pussy and down the other, then he spread the lips and licked it broadly. He felt Pat tense, then she seemed to be raising her hips to him and he buried his face between her legs as she squealed loudly.
Pat felt the man's mouth on her cunt and his tongue teasing her clit. She shivered in delight as he sucked and licked and drove deeper into her with his lips and tongue. She felt herself rising, but just as an orgasm seemed imminent, the mouth was gone and she was left frustrated, breathing in sharp gasps, her hips thrusting upwards where the mouth had been.
Frank pulled the woman to the edge of the bed until her legs dangled over the edge and her pussy was exposed fully. He then took hold of Michele and dragged her from the bed to stand before him. He touched his mother's tits, then her ass and her smooth belly. He licked out with his tongue and teased the stiffened nipples of her tits, then pulled her to him roughly as he bit her neck.
Michele cried out as the hands she could not see cupped the cheeks of her ass and she felt the throbbing prick against her belly.
Frank forced his mother to her knees.
"No! Nooo . . . please don't make me do that!"
He bent her head back as he rubbed his aching prick over her face and pushed it against her lips. He forced open her mouth and filled it with the hardness of his prick. His cock gagged her momentarily, then he .removed it as she adjusted and began to suck it reluctantly. Her mouth was smooth and warm and the wetness of her tongue drove him to new heights of ecstasy as he thrust his hips forward and forced her to take more and more of his cock into her mouth.
His mother struggled at first, as he held her head tightly and shoved that hot, throbbing cock down her throat.
The taste excited her and she found the shape somehow familiar, but it could not be her son, she told herself, he would never be this rough-and what about the other woman on the bed . .. who was she?
Frank withdrew his dribbling prick from his mother's mouth and released her head. She gasped for breath. He stepped behind her and slipped his hands beneath her arms so that she faced the. other woman's splayed legs. On his knees behind her, he rubbed his swollen prick against her bound hands and cupped her full tits as he pushed her forward.
Michele felt the throbbing prick as it moved against her upturned palms. She did not understand what was happening and her confusion doubled as she felt the warm flesh of the other woman's inner thighs against her shoulders. Then, she felt her head being forced forward and as she breathed deeply, the distinct odor of cunt filled her nostrils.
Michele sucked in her breath as her chin touched the other woman's cunt-mound and she tried desperately to pull back, but the hand on her head pushed her steadily forward. Suddenly her face was shoved into another woman's cunt.
"Mother..." a soft voice whispered in her ear as a hand stole to her own pussy. "Suck her cunt, Mama ... lick her pussy ... eat her!"