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Mom's Rape Cure by J. S.
Bradley
Chapter 1
Suzy Flancher lay on her back and soaked up the warm
Florida sun, her
eyes closed to the sky. Laughter came from somewhere
up the sugar-sand
beach, maybe from her brother, Matt, and the girls
he'd located at the
resort motel already.
From the other side, she could hear the low tones of
her father's
gentle voice as he talked soothingly to her mother
and flipped shells
into the tiny ripples of surf.
She started to sweat suddenly. She could feel the
panties and halter of
her yellow-and-green striped bikini becoming damp
with it. Her young,
ripe breasts seemed to swell firmly in the halter
cups and stretch
toward the sky, as if wanting to break free of the
hot cloth confining
them.
She parted her thighs slightly, and she could feel
her virginal cunt
lips bloat inside the panties, slick and moist with
heat, and
surprisingly sensitive.
She opened her eyes and sat up quickly, looking out
over the ocean. She
worked her mouth. She could taste it again. She
could feel the
sensation of it filling her mouth and throbbing and
then spurting the
thick, syrupy wads that had coated her tongue and
burned at the back of
her throat.
She shivered in the heat of the sun and its glare
from the white sand,
as if ice had been plunged against her spine. She
swallowed and
swallowed, even though there was nothing in her
mouth, left to swallow.
"Honey? Suzy? Are you all right, Suzy?"
Suzy stopped swallowing. She sighed heavily, her
full tits heaving
firmly on her chest. Her eyes closed again. She
could feel the
prickling sensation along her thighs of the burn the
sun was giving her
already.
"Yes, Mom," she said quietly, not looking around,
not wanting to see
the look of panic in her mother's eyes.
"Are you sure, Suzy?"
"Mom, I'm just fine!"
"Tish, leave her alone," her father said quietly. He
raised his voice
with false joviality and displayed the grin that was
too ready lately.
"Want to race me out to the reef and back again,
Suzy?"
She looked around and smiled at him wanly. "No,
thanks, Dad. I think
maybe I'd better go back to the room, though. I'm
starting to burn. I
can feel it sneaking up on me."
She rolled over and got to her knees, her long
yellow ponytail swinging
from the back of her head and making a shimmering
webbing of gold in
the bright sunlight. She picked up the towel she'd
been lying on and
shook the sand from it carefully.
"Back to the room?" her mother asked, her voice
still tinged with
alarm. "David, I'm going with her."
"No, you're not," he said firmly. "You stay right
here with me. She's
probably right about the sun, Tish. She and Matt
have been out most of
the morning, while we stayed in bed."
He put his hand on his wife's shoulder and smiled
comfortingly. She sat
up quickly, shrugging his hand away.
"Matt. . ." she said, looking up and down the beach
without really
seeing anything. "Where's Matt? He can go back to
the room with you,
Suzy. Where's your brother?"
"Mother, stop it," Suzy whined. "I'm fifteen, now.
I'm a big girl. I
can go back to the motel by myself."
"But there might be someone -" Tish started, her
voice rising again.
David had cut her short with a grab and shake of her
arm. She jumped
back from him in her seated position and nearly
screamed with fright.
"Don't grab me like that!"
David held his hands up pleadingly. "I'm sorry,
honey - I'm sorry.
Calm down, sweetie, I didn't mean to scare you.
Look, Tish, she's just
going right over there - just back to the room. We
can watch her all
the way. There's nothing to worry about, Tish. I'll
watch her. You just
lie back down and rest again. Come on, honey."
Tish bit her lower lip, her fine, even teeth nearly
cutting the soft
flesh. It was a sensual lip, even when trembling.
Her eyes were blue,
and her hair was tawny, a little darker than her
daughter's.
Her tits were full and widely spaced, her thighs
firm, her ass tight
and round inside the taut, stretchy material of her
white suit. Her
features were pretty and young-looking, and she
didn't look anything
near thirty-six.
At least, she hadn't. Not before the night of terror
ten days ago. Now
she held her thighs together and her arms over her
breasts, and her
eyes were slightly sunken. Her lower lip was nearly
raw from the way
she chewed on it.
Tish closed her eyes finally, letting her husband's
hand stay on her
shoulder this time. She squeezed her eyes tightly
shut. She tensed into
her self for a moment and shivered once.
"I'm all right now, David," she whispered.
"That's my girl," he said, praising her excessively.
He looked at his
daughter and winked with a nod of his head. "Be sure
to lock the door
behind you, honey."
"Yes, lock it! Lock the door, Suzy!" Tish cried,
bolting up again.
"I will, Mom. You lie here and don't worry about
me."
She smiled at her mother and backed away quickly,
finally turning to
half run toward the motel cottage they were staying
in. She saw her
older brother splashing out in the ocean, having a
fine time with three
girls and another boy.
Suzy paused before the cottage door, the key in her
hand. Her fingers
trembled a moment, and her mouth went dry.
Damn her! Now she's got me doing it!
She rammed the key into the lock and twisted it,
shoving the door open
and stepping boldly inside the dim, cool cottage.
Despite the show of
bravado to herself, she shivered again and glanced
around quickly, her
senses alert.
The fear was unreasoning. But it was there. Her
mother kept it there.
There was no question in Suzy's mind that her mother
had been far more
affected by the night of terror than she had.
She made certain the door was locked. The air
conditioner whooshed cool
air into the cottage, filling the two bedrooms and
the living room-
kitchenette combination.
Suzy couldn't help crossing over to her parents'
bedroom and looking
inside. Their things were in it. That was all. In
the living room, her
brother's stuff was arranged neatly at one end of
the daybed. She went
into her own room, looking first, and felt an
undeniable relief at
confirming there was no one else in the cottage with
her.
She stripped off her bikini after closing her door
and got under the
shower to rinse off the salt and sand. While she
dried herself, she
looked at her body in the mirror, holding the towel
aside.
Her eyes went up and down her figure. She saw the
ripeness of her
youth, the firmness of her tits, the nipples pink
and rubbery.
She studied the pinch of her dainty waist, the flare
of her mature
hips. She saw the inviting roundness of her pert ass
and twisted her
torso slightly to get a better look at it.
She saw the dampness from the shower on her blonde
cunt hair and the
way her mat of hair really hid nothing of her pussy.
The puffy lips
showed clearly through the thin patch, and they
began to swell apart
slightly as she watched them.
She stared at the juncture of her thighs and felt
the tingling
sensations of heat throb through her young body. She
tried to imagine
what it would have looked like.
What it would have looked like if he'd fucked his
hard, strong cock
between her cuntlips and into her virginal pussy and
had spurted his
syrupy cum inside her young cunt instead.
She closed her eyes and shivered again. She didn't
know why she
shivered, why she felt so tingly all over right now.
She didn't know
why she'd felt so damp and moist in her pussy on the
beach a few
moments ago.
Had it been the sun? Or had it come from inside,
from the desires she
couldn't help feeling?
The towel slid from her fingertips to the floor. She
stood in front of
the mirror with her legs braced apart slightly and
her eyes closed, and
she slid her hands along her inner thighs until they
met at her cunt.
She cupped her soft, silky crotch and squeezed,
unable to suppress a
small moan. The pink nipples stretched from the ends
of her tits and
grew to ruby darkness.
Oh, why? Why hadn't he fucked her hot young pussy
instead!
Sucking in her breath, Suzy turned from the mirror
and went out of the
bathroom and stretched out on her bed. She closed
her eyes again. She
kept her hand cupped between her thighs.
She parted her thighs slightly, her legs bent at the
knees. She tried
not to feel the sensations beginning to run through
her body, but she
couldn't keep them from coming.
She arched her spine and made her firm tits stretch
upward from her
chest. She licked her lips and tossed her head from
one side to the
other, knowing she shouldn't be doing this.
She couldn't keep the image of his cock from coming
to her mind again.
It bloomed there, big and stiff and pulsing redly at
the end. The slit
at the tip opened and closed, and she could see
vividly the shiny, oily
stuff oozing from it and clinging to the red glans.
She could see the balls, tight and rounded, nestled
up under the root
of his tremendous, throbbing prick. She could see
all the bumps and
veins again, and the way it jerked in his fist as he
held it toward her
face.
She tossed her head and let out a small cry, trying
to rid her mind of
the unforgettable image. The tip of her finger slid
up and down her
cuntal gap as if it had a mind of its own.
The silky flesh sucked and popped with the wetness
seeping from her
virginal cunt hole. Her pussy became hot and
bloated, the dainty lips
puffing aside.
Her hips lifted and shivered. She clenched her
tight, round asscheeks,
and she couldn't keep the tip of her finger still.
It slid and roamed
over the puffy flesh of her cuntlips and nosed
through the silkiness of
her draining cunt honey.
The stuff was beginning to flow in obscene
quantities from her virginal
hole now. She couldn't stop it. It coated the tip of
her finger and all
the satiny flesh between her cuntlips.
Her clit strained from the top of her cleft, and her
fingertip touched
it once. Electric sensations shot through her and
made her cry out and
jerk her finger away from her clit.
She balled the sheet in her fists and groaned, her
hips still raised,
her ass free of the bed. Her pelvis tipped and
rocked, and her pussy
muscles squeezed and sucked almost angrily from
being deprived of the
sensitive stroking.
She moaned and shoved her ass downward, sinking it
into the bed, and
her legs jerked wide apart. She clapped her hand
back over her cunt and
squeezed the whole area of her crotch tightly in an
attempt to make the
tingling, throbbing sensations stop.
But they wouldn't, and she was soon shaking her cunt
up and down. Her
finger extended again, sinking into the soft,
enfolding flesh with a
sticky sound.
It probed into the satin folds of her cunt mouth.
She felt her big
pussy muscle contract wildly and try to capture her
finger and suck it
up into the sweet, slippery tunnel.
She groaned hollowly and let it happen, her hips
shuddering. The tip of
her finger entered her cunt mouth, and the virginal
muscles pulsed and
shivered.
She slipped it in and fucked herself with it until a
stab of pain made
her stop. She gasped, her eyes shocking open. Her
cherry!
She shivered and couldn't keep from probing gently
again. She felt the
taut tissue stretched over her vaginal tunnel, and
little sparks of
pain stabbed through her whole middle.
"Ohhhhh, God. . ." she moaned softly. "He would have
killed me!"
She sucked in her breath and visualized the big cock
ripping through
the tight barrier and plunging to the back of her
spasming cunt tunnel.
But despite the little jabs of pain, she couldn't
keep her hips from
twisting and shaking. Her thighs clamped tightly
about her hand,
capturing it, keeping her fingertip imprisoned in
the soft, hot, silky
folds of her spasming cunt mouth.
Her muscles sucked and pulled at her finger, and she
twisted the
probing digit around and around just inside her
pussy mouth. Then it
went deeper.
"Ah!" she cried sharply. "I broke it!"
She shivered wildly, and the fear and horror that
had been on her
mother's face and in her voice that night thundered
through her and
made her jerk her finger from her spasming hole.
There was the pain again, startling her. She looked
at her finger.
There was no blood on it, only slippery cunt honey.
She lifted up and
spread her thighs wide and looked into her cunt hole
fearfully, holding
the lips aside with her fingertips.
It was still there! She could see it!
Bent nearly double, she gazed at her cunt for a long
moment, really
looking at it for the first time. She saw the
pinkness, the wetness of
her slick juices, the little quivers of her muscles.
She saw how bloated and puffy her cuntlips were, how
the blonde curls
waved and stretched from the outer surface as her
heart pumped and her
pussylips alternately swelled and shrank.
She saw the little button of her clit stretching
from under its tented
hiding place, the tip red and throbbing. She touched
it experimentally
and felt electric shocks surge through her body.
"Ohhhhh, God!" she whispered.
She ran her fingertip along one side of the little
root of her clit and
then the other, and the tips of her tits swelled
redly, becoming hard
and rubbery.
But the most thrilling discovery was the ragged hole
in the taut, pink
membrane of her cherry. She understood what had
happened now. Her
finger had gone through the hole into the silky, wet
recesses of her
cunt and hadn't broken her cherry at all!
Spreading her cuntlips wide with the fingers of one
hand, she bent far
over and saw her pussy mouth stretch open. She
placed the tip of her
finger into it carefully, aiming it for the fringed
hole.
She saw it go through. She felt the first joint
wriggle against her
virginal cunt walls on the other side of the
barrier, and her twat
spasm and contracted all over.
"Ahhhhhh, God!" she cried tightly, falling onto her
back again, keeping
her hand braced tightly against her pubic bone.
Her hips lifted and shook. Her cunt squeezed and
sucked at the foreign
invader into its silky depths. She pushed her finger
up her cunt a
little farther, and her tits swelled from her chest
with unbearable
heat.
"Ahhhhhh, God!" she cried. "This is what it would
have felt like! Only
more! So much bigger!"
She squeezed her eyes shut, and the image of his
cock flared in her
mind, huge and throbbing, bursting with passion and
syrupy sperm, the
head swollen and broad and fucking up into her
virginal body.
She churned and thrashed on the bed and made her
finger writhe and
twist inside her cunt. She fucked herself with wild
abandon and great
caution at the same time.
Every time her finger threatened to rupture her
cherry, the pain made
her gasp and take greater caution. But the
sensations building up
inside her body were not to be denied.
Nor were the memories of that night she and her
mother had been at home
and her mother had answered the door. Two of them
had burst into the
house, drunk or high on something and absolutely
wild.
The first one grabbed her mother and held her
tightly. The other one
whipped through the house and found Suzy and dragged
her into the
living room.
Tish screamed with terror as she watched Suzy's
blouse ripped from her
chest. And then she screamed again as her dress was
yanked to her waist
and her panties were ripped off.
Suzy didn't know why the one attacking her hadn't
raped her cunt. Maybe
it was because he had trouble undoing the tricky
catch on her tight
shorts.
He'd grabbed her tits in his hands and squeezed
them. Then he'd pushed
down on the tops of her shoulders and forced her to
her knees, working
his prick out of his fly at the same time, jacking
it hard and
throbbing with his fist as he cupped the back of her
head and brought
her face-to-face with the first steel-hard cock of
her young life.
"No! No-o-o!" Tish had screamed.
Suzy had seen her from the corner of her eye. The
other one was bending
her mother over the arm of the couch, belly down,
making her naked,
tight ass flare up and back.
He got between her legs and kicked them apart,
fisting his fat prick to
hardness, staring down into the deep, shadowy cleft
of her asscheeks.
Then he'd surged forward, aiming his cock toward
Tish's pink-brown
asshole. Suzy remembered the way her mother's neck
had stretched
forward and her head had lifted.
She remembered the look of startled terror on her
mother's face as the
fat cock pushed in and in at the little hole and
then popped through
the tight anal ring and fucked up Tish's ass.
"Yaaaaaaagh!" her mother had screamed.
That was when Suzy's mouth had become full of prick.
Hard, throbbing,
salty prick. The head slipped between her soft lips
and filled her
mouth.
The veins and bumps rippled over her tongue, and the
swollen, velvety
cockhead reached for the back of her throat, bumping
there, nearly
gagging her.
"Christ, what a tight asshole!" the man fucking her
mother's ass cried.
"Ahhhhhh, stop! You're killing me!" Tish screamed.
"Suck it, you young bitch - suck my cock!" the other
growled at Suzy,
cupping the back of her head, forcing her mouth on
and off his prick,
forcing her mouth to fuck him.
Suzy wriggled her fingertip in the depths of her
virginal cunt and
remembered it all vividly. Her head tossed back and
forth. She couldn't
keep her tongue from sliding between her soft,
swollen lips as if it
were the big prick fucking her there again.
She moaned and switched her ass over the bed. She
remembered the way
her mother's round asscheeks flattened and rounded
again as the man's
thighs banged against them with powerful thrusts.
She remembered the sucking sounds coming from her
mother's ass as the
fat prick fucked in and out of it and pulled her
pussylips open with
each inward lunge.
She could taste the trickle of cum bursting through
her senses once
more, burning at the back of her throat, coating her
tongue and lips
and the roof of her mouth.
She remembered the grunt of satisfaction from the
one pounding his hips
against her mother's ass. Then the wail of her
mother as she knew the
explosion from his full prick was coming and was
going to flood her
dark, clinging ass tunnel.
"Oh, no-o-o!" Tish groaned, now sobbing. "Oh, God -
God, no!"
"Here it comes, bitch! Right up your asshole! Get
ready! Ahhhhhh, that's
it! Squeeze my prick tight! Ha-a-a, ya cunt! You're
coming with me,
ain'tcha?" he laughed wildly. "Like all that meat up
your ass,
don'tcha? Atta cunt! Come! Come!"
"No-o-o!" Tish moaned, lifting her head, the sound
nearly a bovine
mooing. But there was a thrilled quality to the
sound, and Suzy
couldn't help turning her eyeballs to the side to
watch.
Her mother's ass was shaking! Her pussylips were
bloated and puffing
down from the bottom of her crotch, and they were
dripping with cunt
honey!
"Mmmmmmm!" Suzy moaned in the back of her throat,
unable to say any
more because of the way her mouth was stuffed with
draining, throbbing
prick.
"Yaaaaaaagh!" Tish cried, her groan blending with
the growl of
completion from the man fucking her.
"Suck it up with your spasming asshole, bitch!" he
yelled, jamming his
thighs tightly against her asscheeks, his cock
throbbing and jerking
inside the dark tunnel.
Sperm hosed from his prick. It bolted up Tish's ass,
flooding the
soreness away. He fucked back and forth, and the
motion made sperm
bubble from the tiny hole and make sucking sounds of
wetness in the
room.
Suzy saw the whitish syrup run down her mother's
crotch to her
pussylips and cling to them. She could see her
mother's cunt mouth
sucking and spasming as she came in spite of
herself, and Suzy felt her
own pussy and asshole tingle unbearably.
Then her attention went from her mother's spasming
body to the feel of
the bucking cock in her mouth. She felt the glans
swell and throb at
the back of her throat. She felt the stretch of hard
prick in her
mouth, the bumping of hard balls against her chin.
Then it came. Bolting, jetting, hosing - flooding
her mouth, searing
the back of her throat, filling her emotions with
dizzying jolts of
lewdness.
"Arrrrgh, drink it! Every fuckin' drop, baby!
Ahhhhhh,
what a
cocksucker!"
He grabbed the back of her head and mashed her face
against his
abdomen. His prick fucked into the back of her
throat, going around
some kind of corner there, and she felt the throbs
of jism bolt
straight into her belly.
"Ahhhhhh, Suzy! My daughter! Ohhhhh, don't do that to
my daughter!" Tish
cried, over and over.
"Shut up, bitch, or I'll do it to you!" the man
growled, jabbing his
fat cock up her ass with punishing lunges.
He pulled his prick out. Sperm dangled from the end
of it and smeared
over Tish's asscheeks. He pushed down at the middle
of her back and
held her flailing body there. He put his fingers on
her pussy mouth and
spread the lips wide, cackling over the wetness
seeping from her hot
hole.
He began to aim his cock and fuck her there while
Tish screamed with
outrage, as if it would be worse to have her cunt
raped than her
asshole.
Suzy felt the drained cock slip back up her throat
and from between her
compressed lips, and she tasted the pungent sap that
drained onto her
tongue.
That was when the door opened. That was when Matt
and her father came
in from their Friday-night shopping at the hardware
store. Her father
had a gallon bucket of paint in his hand. Matt had a
roller with a
broom handle attachment.
The two men looked around. David swung the gallon
bucket. The side
buckled against the ass-fucker's head. The lid flew
off, and thick
paint flew in huge gouts over the man, over Tish,
the couch, the rug
and walls and David himself.
Cued instantly, Matt made a baseball bat of the
roller handle and
whacked the other one on the side of his skull. The
stick cracked in
half and flew into a lamp, crashing it to the floor.
The man grunted
and crumpled where he stood, his prick wobbling and
still draining
sperm, the stuff trailing over Suzy's swollen lip
and naked tits as he
went down.
Suzy tossed her head on the bed and shook that part
of the memory from
her mind. She backed up and saw the cum bubbling
from her mother's
asshole again.
She tasted the wads of it bolting into her mouth and
could nearly feel
the throbs of the ejaculating cock once more. She
remembered the sight
of the drooling prickhead nudging into the hot,
slippery folds of her
mother's spasming pussy, and she wriggled her finger
in her cunt one
more time and came violently.
"Ah! Ahhhhhh! Ohhhhh, God!" she cried tightly.
Her hips arched and shook. Her asscheeks clenched.
Her pussy spasmed
and pulsed around her finger, and she imagined it
was his cock bucking
and jerking there instead of in her mouth this time.
Her legs quivered along the bed as she came hard.
Her hand squeezed her
cunt tightly, and her finger stretched as far
through the hole in her
cherry as she could make it reach.
She nearly blacked out with the intensity of it. She
heard a buzzing
sound that grew loud and then faded again. When it
was finally gone,
she slipped her finger from her tingling pussy mouth
and felt the
wetness of her honey streak along her thigh.
Like sperm, she thought.
She twisted her head to the side and groaned with
shame. She had come
very hard. She shouldn't have come at all. She
should have been
horrified by the memory, just the way her mother
was.
Just as she'd done a few moments ago on the beach,
her mother went
frantic with the memory. On one level, Suzy could
understand why her
mother did that. But on another level, she wasn't so
certain why.
Tish had come. She'd orgasmed wildly. A decent woman
wasn't supposed to
come when she was being raped up her ass, but Tish
had done just that.
There wasn't any doubt of it in Suzy's mind, and she
had to wonder if
that was what terrified her mother so - the
knowledge that she had been
so shamefully indecent.
Suzy hadn't come. But the man had fucked her mouth
instead of her cunt
or asshole. Would she have come too, just as
indecently and wantonly as
her mother had?
Suzy opened her eyes and shivered. She felt the
wetness of her pussy
juice drying on her finger and inner thigh, and she
was afraid she knew
the answer.
She came furiously every time she masturbated and
thought about it, and
the memory shouldn't even make her hot. It should
revolt her. It should
make her gag and feel sick. It should terrify her,
just as it did her
mother.
But the memory of that hard, spurting cock her mouth
had sucked on so
hard didn't do that to her at all, and she felt
ashamed.
"Ohhhhh, God," she moaned softly, rolling to her
side, clamping her
thighs tightly together, pressing in against her
offending, betraying
cunt.
The lips tingled. Her mouth still fluttered from the
strong orgasm.
She shut her eyes again and wished the sensations
would go away and not
haunt her.
The last thought in her mind before she fell asleep
was the question
she couldn't stop asking herself: What would his
cock have felt like
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