Chapter 8

"Christ, it's the fuckin' kid!" Chuck, the first to notice the enraged young man in the doorway, responded.

"Oh, God!" Marion stammered in reply. "Oh, dear God in heaven!"

Randi stood frozen with shock and indignation for several seconds before the rage welled up in his throat, galvanizing him into action. Half-running, half leaping across the room, he threw an explosive body tackle into the nearest of his so-called friends, Eddie Flores, knocking the bigger, stronger boy away from his mother's ass-hole and onto the bedroom floor. Caught completely off guard, the fat boy could only raise his hands submissively in an attempt to ward off the two-fisted blows that Randi had begun to hammer on his pudgy face. "Hey," the obese naked biker squealed, "somebody get this crazy mother-fucker offa me!"

Chuck was the next to move, withdrawing his rapidly softening member from Marion's mouth and moving toward a large lamp that rested on the night table. Quickly, he tore the cord free from the wall socket, then raised the ceramic light fixture high above Randi's head.

"No!" Marion yelled. "Don't hit him! Don't hit-"

Chuck raised completely up on his tiptoes, bringing the lamp down on the enraged boy's head, shattering it into a million pieces. Randi, his face purpled with rage, hadn't even seen it coming.

"My God! You've killed him!" Marion blurted out in horror.

"Naw, he ain't dead," Chuck filled in quickly, in an effort to calm her. "He's just out cold. He'll be okay, I ain't never killed no one yet."

Marion continued to watch in horror as the burly biker ripped out the other end of the light cord and tossed it to his battered fat friend on the floor. "Here," he said, "tie the punk's arms and legs. I'm gonna get a chair."

Chuck crossed quickly to the dressing table and took the low-backed chair back to the side of the bed where the boy's mother still lay sprawled on top of Joe Danielson's swelling cock. Together, he and Eddie bound the young man's ankles and wrists behind the chair, then stripped off Randi's own leather belt and gagged him with it. "There!" Chuck breathed at last.

"That oughta hold him!"

Eddie grinned lewdly, despite the painful purplish bruises that swelled on one side of his face from the boy's wild punches. 'That's cool, putting the punk in a chair, man. Now he'll be able to watch the whole thing!"

"Yeah," Chuck rejoined. Then, turning his attention back to the bed, "Last one to pop his nuts rides a Honda!"

Eddie grinned again. Chuck couldn't remember the last time he'd seen his fat buddy in such good spirits. It was like the added touch of sadomasochism had brought him out of his shell. He slapped the bigger boy on the shoulder in brotherly fashion. "What about turning this thing around a little bit?" he queried.

"You mean, me take her in the ass?"

Eddie nodded in the affirmative.

"Sure, why not, man!"

Randi Peters felt a heavy pounding in his temples as the blood began to flow there once again. He moaned softly, but there was something in his mouth that kept him from forming aloud the Where the fuck am I? that rambled through his throbbing skull. His nose itched, but he couldn't scratch it ... there was a heavy cramp in his right thigh. How long have I been sleeping? he wondered. Why can't I move? Then, painfully, he shook his tousled head to clear it, and opened his eyes.

The light was dim, but to the young man's throbbing head it seemed as if someone had turned a searchlight on in his face. He squinted tightly, barely able to make out the writhing mass before him on what appeared to be his mother's bed. It was strange, almost dream-like. There were people ... naked people! There was a fat boy squatting in front of a woman's face, and the woman had red hair. His mother had red hair. There was a' giant blonde boy kneeling behind the woman's naked buttocks, and the woman's buttocks had a complexion as white as driven snow. His mother had a complexion as white as driven snow. And ... And the woman was lying on top of another naked boy ... a boy who was a dead ringer for Joe Danielson. What was a boy who looked like Joe Danielson doing in his mother's bedroom, squirming nakedly under a woman who looked like his mother?

"Well, well, well!" the boy who looked like Joe Danielson smiled from under the woman who looked like his mother. "Look here who's waking up!"

Jesus! This is no fuckin' dream! That IS Joe ... and Chuck ... and Eddie ... and MOM!

like a madman, the outraged teenager fought the bonds that held him fast to the small chair. He couldn't let those dirty two-faced bastards rape his own mother ... no way, man! The chair raised up and slammed back down hard on the bedroom floor, but still the enraged young son could not free himself. The wire and rubber-sheathed cord that held him was much too strong even for a boy his size. Desperately, tears streaking from his eyes in anger and frustration, he gradually subdued to a whimpering mass of resignation. II only I could get free! he sobbed. I'd kill them dirty pigs! But there was nothing ... nothing he could do to stop the three lusty bikers who had pretended to be his friends...!

Marion, too, was sobbing in rage and humiliation. The fat cock in her mouth was the only thing that kept her from crying out her shame. The pain in her ass, from the outrageous difference in the size of the cock now embedded there, was the only thing that kept her all-too-painfully conscious. Her heart felt sick at the pitiful sight of her son straining against the binding electrical cord in his efforts to save her from her rape, but there was nothing ... nothing she could do in his defense ... except, possibly, hurry them to completion as she had attempted before!

Kneeling behind the helpless teenager's mother, Chuck Aaker gazed down at the full up-thrust moons of her dimpled buttocks. There was a soft feminine roundness to them that set the blood soaring through his already swollen cock. His testicles were fairly churning at the temptingly lascivious sight, causing him to thrust with ever increasing force into the young woman's aching, clasping nether ring. He could feel Joe Danielson's cock, too, sawing in a lewd and ragged rhythm just a fraction of an inch below his own, and knew that the smiling boy below was enjoying the young mother fully as much as he was. Then, looking up, he nearly laughed at the Cheshire Cat grin on Eddie's fat face, as the greasy biker gripped the sucking mother tightly by her flowing mane of auburn hair and forced his short thick cock into her soft oral cavern to its sweating hilt.

Marion closed her eyes and wished to God that she were dead. Saliva filled every crevice of her mouth that wasn't already filled by the pudgy sausage cock of the young Mexican boy who fucked her face.

"Tighten your lips and suck harder, you fuckin' slut!" the obese boy hissed through his grinning yellow teeth. "Show your kid how a real puta sucks meat!"

Marion responded immediately, afraid for both her own and her son's welfare to do otherwise. She sucked demon-like, swishing her tongue with vengeance around and around the throbbing bloated head stuffing in and out of her mouth.

"Hey, that ain't bad, you stinkin' whore!" the lewd fat boy giggled evilly. "Hey, punk! Look how good your mama gives head to a fat Chicano!"

Randi felt sick to his stomach. Sucking Eddie off was bad enough, but she was taking Chuck in the ass and Joe in the cunt at the same time! And worse, though he cringed at the thought, she didn't seem to be putting up much of a fight!

The way her body was beginning to respond again, bucking and writhing almost of its own volition, her head bobbing up and down so rapidly it was just a blur of satiny red hair, her enormous white breasts squeezed out sideways and spilling over Joe's chest like a fleshy waterfall with turgid pink and beige nipples everything seemed to be conspiring against the boy's very sanity!

Joe Danielson levered up hard, thrusting his vein-webbed purple cock and half his balls inside his friend's mother's tender pink pussy. A cruel and vindictive smile creased his handsome face. So the kid thought he was pretty cool with Anita the other night, huh? Well, take a look wiseacre ... a good long look ... Joe baby's gonna show you how a woman-likes to be fucked ... long, hard, and deep...!

Marion fucked and sucked to end it, her head bobbing like a cork adrift in stormy seas. Slowly, inevitably, the same bone-chilling transition from conscious rational being to quivering sensate flesh began to ripple through Marion's tortured body as it had before. There was no longer denying the tingling pelvic itch that thrilled through her much-used white body. Even the knowledge that her own son, Randi, was watching was not enough to offset the mounting masochistic sensations. The mere thought of being used like a common streetwalker permeated her mind, causing mewling whimpers of submission to squeak past the lust-purpled flesh that threatened to erupt in her ovaled mouth.

Randi watched in horrified fascination as his beautiful flame-haired mother crossed the thin line between resistance and submission. And, oddly, even in his bound and gagged state, he found the sight lewdly compelling. Her perfect white flesh rippled with a freshness and sheen the-likes of which he'd imagined only in his wildest dreams. Her breasts, round and lovely, appeared larger than life as they bounced against the hairless chest of his former friend. He listened, mesmerized, to the rising sounds of her moans, and knew instinctively that she was beginning to enjoy the brutal treatment she was being subjected to. It was wrong! It was totally evil and corrupt! It was beautiful enough to cause his own vibrant young cock to stiffen in his pants.

"Oh, God, fuck me!" the young mother gurgled around the lunging flesh in her mouth. "FUCKMEEEEEEE. . . ! "

The transition was complete.

Behind the kneeling form of the young woman, Chuck Aaker slipped his massive powerful hands down her smooth sides to grip the tautly quivering flesh of her upper thighs. He remembered with vivid total recall the way she had looked the first time he had ever come to the house to see Randi a few weeks ago. She had been wearing shorts ... very short shorts, indeed ... and he had wondered then what the covered portion of her body would look like. Now, by God, he knew! And, the realization that her ass was his to do with as he pleased filled the big blonde with a savage brutal frenzy.

The shimmering, nearly-translucent flesh of Marion's satiny upper thighs flexed and relaxed alternately in the lewd boy's powerful fingers, oozing around them, yet snapping firmly back in place whenever he relaxed his grip on her. He jerked her harder back on his turgid shaft of penis, and delighted when the head of his quivering organ brushed against her sensitive colon, causing her to flinch. Most of the pain was gone now, as the flexible young mother adjusted to the massive member in her anus at last. Her eyes were once again clenched tightly, and her mouth slavered and sucked at the greasy sausage of a prick she found there. The cords in her graceful neck stood out in bold relief as she writhed and rode to glory the still-bigger penis that was embedded in her velvet-like pussy. Oh, sweet mother of Jesus! her .troubled mind confessed. I do love it so!

Beneath her dangling breasts, Joe Danielson smiled that peculiar little smile of triumph that was his, and his alone. Randi's mother was hopelessly impaled on his and his friends' cocks, twisting and mewling in abandon beneath the triple ravishment of her body. Quickly, he reached down between their lewdly joined legs and began to play and fondle with the contracting lips of her vagina where their bodies met, bringing still-greater moans of delight from deep within her devouring white throat.

He quickened his thrusts, hot and pulsating and deep, as she thrashed and twisted out her bliss on the ends of his and Chuck Aaker's plunging cocks. His steely long fingers raked and pulled at the tender interior flesh of her pussy with a vicious frenzy that would have done justice to the Marquis de Sade.

"Oh, oh, oh!" she moaned above him, her face twisted into a nearly-unrecognizable masochistic grimace.

He grunted and groaned and quickened his strokes, grinding hard and deep, so that his prick bored far up into her innermost untouched recesses. Her huge white breasts danced and heaved upon his muscular hairless chest with sweat-slickening abandon, her stiffly spiked-out nipples hammering deliciously against his own. Then, quickly and without a word of warning, he saw the long muscles of her throat begin to work feverishly, and knew without having to be told that Eddie had popped his nuts in the young mother's mouth.

As Marion continued to draw and suck on the fat boy's spurting fountain of flesh, she became aware not only of Joe's increased fucking into her from below, but also of Chuck's frenzied stepped-up pace in her clasping rectum. He and Joe would also soon be cumming, spewing their white hot loads of pungent male seed deep within her quivering white body. And, yes, she, too, would not be far behind them.

Joe felt her cunt opening around his passion-swollen cock, warm gush of sticky fluid flooding sweetly around him in preparation for her own release. He thrust faster and harder, digging deep, deep inside of her in his efforts to bring about his own fervently sought orgasm. He wanted the beautiful red-haired mother of his young friend to remember this fucking for the rest of her sweet life!

As Eddie pumped the last of his filthy load into the mother's sucking mouth, Chuck Aaker, busily screwing in and out of Randi's mother's tight but unresisting anus, felt his thighs stiffen and quiver in time to the increased churning in his bloated red balls. Then, in an instant, he too started to erupt, sending wave after wave of his thickly viscid male juices deep inside the helpless mother's defenseless bowels. "Sweet fucking Jesus!" he bellowed, levering forward to the bone-jarring hilt. "I'm cumming toooooo!"

Oh, yes, yesss ... you dirty, dirty boy! Marion's liquor and lust befuddled mind sang joyously. Cum in me ... CUM IN MY ASS. . . ! She swirled her tongue deliciously around the rapidly softening head of the Chicano boy's cock in her mouth, and bucked her smooth white buttocks back lewdly against the spurting prick that fucked delightfully into her there. Two down ... and one to go! she thought excitedly, anxious now to please them all in her masochistic bliss.

Randi stared in shock and rage at the obscene spectacle of his beautiful young mother eagerly absorbing the spurting flesh of his former buddies. Tears of humiliation welled in his eyes at the nauseating realization that she was loving it as much as they were ... if not more so! His mother, his own sweet mother, was a whore!

He watched Eddie's short thick cock slip out and licked the last vestiges of sperm from the now-flacid organ and the dangling purple balls below. Then, her face glistening with the vile nectar, she looked up at the obese and evil boy and smiled her satisfaction. God, it was sick! All of it! The whole fucking world was sick! Then, he remembered the swollen member in his own pants and flushed hotly. He was sick, too! In some weird and horrible way, he found the very sordidness of the affair exciting. Watching his sweet mother turn into a vulgar common whore before his very eyes had exposed a side of his nature the young man had only the faintest inkling even existed. The other night with Anita, he'd become first aware that there was something thrilling in making girls do sexy things against their wills ... but now, with his own mother as the target of his desire ... he felt sick and ashamed. God, he wished he were dead! God, he wished he were free so he could take Eddie's place in her mouth!

Chuck fell back on his haunches in sheer exhaustion then, the last several spurts of his stiff scarlet organ squirting out to fall in a lewd arc on the still-quivering white cheeks postured slavishly before him. Then, quickly following Eddie's lead, he scrambled off the bed and began to dress.

"W Where are you going, boys?" the excited young mother queried anxiously.

"We're getting the fuck outta here, lady," Eddie coughed, slipping into his leather boots. "Thanks for the blow job!" No way did he want to be around when the kid got loose ... or worse, if some nosy neighbor heard all the commotion and called the cops. Rape wasn't exactly legal in Washington, and they don't let you ride bikes in jail!

Marion started to protest, but the thick cock flexing in her still-yearning pussy drew her attention back to the remaining motorcyclist beneath her. Yes! Joe will do it! Joe will make me cum!

Below her, Joe Danielson felt the pretty red-haired mother jerk downwards several times from the pelvis, the lips of her lovely and delicate cunt dipping and drawing at his swollen flesh like a child sucking a too-thick malt through a clogged straw. Her breath was coming in short, almost desperate gasps as he thrust ever more deeply within her tormented vagina. Soon, he thought, soon this bitch will be cumming like ... like..."Oh, shit!" he yelled suddenly. "It's too fuckin' laaaaaaate!"

Marion, too, felt the handsome young biker's untimely release, and moaned in frustration. Oh, dear God! she panicked. Not now! Not when I'm this close! OOOoooohhhhh!! !

There was nothing either of them could do to prevent the young man's cock from emptying its steaming load of cum in Randi's mother's cunt. He held inside for a split second too long when he should have withdrawn. The sensations of her firmly clasping velvet sheath nibbling hungrily at his turgid shaft of red flesh had simply become too much for him to resist any longer. "I-I'm sorry," he stammered, sensing her disappointment.

"Oh, Joe ... please!" she begged futilely in response.

Then, quickly, he was done. Finished. His full load lay stickily within her, his penis deflating softly. She hunched down and tried to hold him, but it was useless. "Oh, God!" she sobbed. "Oh, dear God!"

Joe throbbed his deflating rod one last time in Marion's vagina, then rolled her forcefully off of him. His face burning now from embarrassment over his lack on control, he didn't even look up at her as he joined his friends in dressing. In a few minutes, all three of the burly rapists were fully clothed and heading towards the door. It was a stupid-assed thing they'd just done, Joe brooded; the kid, or the law, or both, would come gunning for them now for sure. He should have let the whole thing drop at the motel yesterday. He shrugged resignedly, then started to follow Chuck and Eddie through the door. Damn! They'd all have to get out of town for a while, until this thing blew over! He stopped and turned, framed by the doorjamb. "I left the magazine on the coffee table, Mrs.. Peters," he smiled toothily, hoping to defuse an otherwise explosive situation.

Marion said nothing. She lay on her back, staring up at the ceiling with tears of frustration rolling down her cheeks and said nothing. The trio of rapists turned and left. She could hear their bikes a few minutes later as they sped down the drive and off to God-knows-where. She didn't care about the silly magazine anymore ... the damage had already been done. No, what she wanted now was a cock. A big, stiff cock. Anybody's cock.