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"I need to ask you a favor," said Steven.
"Shoot," replied Kevin.
"I have to go out of town for a couple of days. Might turn into a week. It's for my dad's company. They need me to approve some things since...you know."
Kevin did know. He nodded to his friend, who was stroking his finger around the brim of his glass. The crowd in the bar was dying down, and the music was low enough to have a normal conversation now. Steven seemed to actually enjoy being away from the house for a bit.
"So what's the favor?" Kevin asked.
"It's my mom. I can't leave her alone. The girl who babysits her from time to time can't watch her the whole week. And with her condition I need someone to be around for her. Someone she recognizes and trusts. Help her with small things."
"And you want me to watch her?" Kevin asked.
"Could you? I know it's a big favor, and I wouldn't want to impose," Steven said.
Kevin patted his friend's shoulder. "Dude. It's cool. I got your back," he said.
It was the least he could do for his buddy. They had been friends for years, and Kevin was very fond of Steven's mom. Ever since they were kids, she was always very kind to Kevin whenever he was around, often making him flapjacks. Now, as an twenty year old young man, he appreciated her looks as well. She was a sexy 45 year old woman, with long blonde hair and a buxom physique, who had a knack of flirting with younger guys from time to time. He was just happy that she still remembered him after the accident.
It happened about six months ago. Steven's parents, Margo and Jeff Brooks, were driving home from an office party. They drove in the most terrible of rainstorms. A wet road. A truck that came out of nowhere. The crash was terrible. Jeff was dead on impact. Margo came off with only minor injuries, but the damage to her was much more extraordinary.
It was her memory. Or, to be more precise, her short-term memory. Margo seemed to be incapable of remembering anything that happened beyond an hour or so. Sometimes even less. She's have her moments of clarity, but new faces and names vanished quickly for her. It was especially hard for her, as she'd often do the same thing over and over, having forgotten she had already showered or checked the mail. Margo wasn't helpless, mind you. But Kevin could see how Steven would be more comfortable knowing a good friend was watching her, as he scrambled to keep his deceased father's company afloat.
"I'll give you a list of little things. You can help yourself to any booze around the house and any movies you want to order. Just make sure my mom is taken care of, will you?" Steven asked.
"Don't worry. She's in good hands."
#
Steven was loading the last of his luggage into the taxi when Kevin showed up. Kevin had brought a small duffle bag with clothes and toiletries. He knew he wouldn't need much at Steven's house. Everything was there in case of guests. He's been staying over since he was seven. He knew the place like it was his own.
"Again, thanks for doing this," Steven said.
"No problem. Were's your mom now?"
"Inside. She'll be out in a minute."
And indeed she was, walking out no sooner than her son had said that. Kevin was taken aback a bit by how good she looked. She'd always been a great looking woman. After the accident she looked quite ragged for a few months. But now, after enough time of healing, she was back to her old self.
"Hey there Kevin. Looking good there honey. What brings you here?" she asked.
"No mom, remember? I told you. Kevin will be watching you instead of Sophia. For the week I'm gone."
Her eyes glazed for a second. Then she nodded her head. "Yeah...sure. I remember. Sort of. You had a job thing...right?"
"Yes mom," Steven sighed.
He shook his head and gave Kevin a look. Kevin just smiled and patted his shoulder. He was going to be there, so his mother would be fine. They waved him off until the car vanished into the distance. Kevin turned to Mrs. Brooks and put his arm around her.
"Shall we do lunch?"
"Is it that time already?" she asked, confused.
#
The first day was nothing special. Kevin had to get used to Mrs. Brooks's condition, that's for sure. There were these odd moments, when she'd walk into the room he was. Each and every time, she was surprised to see Kevin sitting there.
"Oh, hi, Kevin. When did you get here?"
It was so bizarre. He had never seen anything like it. His interactions with Margo since the accident were fairly short, so he never really noted it until now. He laughed and tried to explain it again. He explanations were shorter each time.
"Mrs. Brooks, Steven is out for a while. He asked me to watch you. Remember?"
"No dear, I'm sorry. How silly of me. I must be losing my head," she said with a laugh.
That's how the first day went. Kevin would make Margo lunch and dinner, while she's spent her day trying to read, which was often the same chapter over and over because she forgot where she started.
But then it happened. Towards the end of the day, Kevin headed into the bathroom. He was getting ready for bed, and didn't realize Mrs. Brooks was taking another shower before bed. He stumbled in on her drying herself off. Her large breasts were right out in the open. He got an eye-full of her ass, reflected in the mirror. She was drying her leg, so her thick bush and her pussy underneath were exposed as well. Kevin stood there, motionless for a good two minutes, watching Margo dry herself. He felt his cock stiffen in his pants, aroused by this sensual display. It was then that Margo noticed him.
"Eeek! Get out! Oh my God, get out of here!"
Kevin did just that, booking out of the bathroom like a bat out of hell. His face felt like it was on fire. He could't believe that just happened. His erection hadn't died down, that's for sure. Christ, this whole week would be awkward. Or at least, it would be, had he not forgotten a little fact.
About half an hour later, Kevin was sitting in the living room. He was trying to watch TV, but the memory of Margo's body was still fresh on his mind. Those large tits. That beautiful bush. He knew he was going to rub one out that night. But any further interactions with her were going to be awkward as hell. Steven would kick his ass if he knew Kevin saw his mother like that. He was of course shocked to see Margo suddenly walk into the living room, wearing a pink night gown.
"Oh, hello Kevin. Are you staying the night?"
Kevin immediately realized he'd forgotten all about her condition. Although Margo sometimes seemed to remember small moments, she probably forgot most of the incident. Still, Kevin didn't want to test his luck, and walked toward her.
"Ehm, Mrs. Brooks. I wanted to apologize to you."
"Oh? For what?" she asked.
"Our little incident?"
She looked at him, still smiling, but completely oblivious to what he was talking about. "I'm sorry dear, I don't know what you mean."
Kevin sighed. "Never mind. I'm off to bed. Good night Mrs. Brooks," he said.
"Good night, dear," she said.
Kevin gave Margo another good look over. He had never really paid mind to how sexy she was. Curved body, with a nice round ass and a gorgeous pair of tits. Now he had to rub one out. No doubt about it.
It was that night, after a wild orgasm he tried to hide with a muffled moan in his pillow, that a new thought grew in Kevin's mind. It was a devious one. Daring, but dangerous. But if she really couldn't remember, it might just work.
The next day, Kevin bided his time until the late afternoon. No mailman, callers or any other visitors would drop by. It was the perfect time. Mrs. Brooks was upstairs, doing her thing. Kevin sat in the living room. He'd cleaned up after lunch, and relaxed on the couch. He gulped, still amazed he was going to try it. But who dares, wins, right? He removed his pants and sat on the couch, legs spread wide. A deep breath, before starting. No turning back now.
"Mrs. Brooks? It's Kevin. Could you come down, please?"
Margo heard her being called, and vaguely remembered that Kevin spent the night at her house. She headed down, throwing on a sweater and yoga pants. She shrieked when she saw Kevin sitting there, with his cock exposed and hard as a rock, pointing right up to the ceiling. The tip already glistened with pre-cum.
"What are you doing? Oh my God!" she yelped.
Margo ran upstairs, red as a tomato and embarrassed. Kevin did nothing. He simply pulled hi pants back on and waited. Made himself a cup of coffee and bided his time. When about twenty minutes had passed, he called again.
"Mrs. Brooks, could you come down?"
Margo entered the living room again with a smile.
"Hi Kevin, when did you get here?"
"I've been here for a while. Steven asked me to make you coffee and keep an eye on you."
"Well, aren't you sweet?" she said.
She remembered nothing. Kevin's hunch had been confirmed. He could get away with anything he wanted here, and there was no way she'd remember. His mind was made up, and his plan would go into action tonight.
#
Margo was feeling tired for the night. She was getting ready to lie down. But did she shower? She couldn't recall. She probably hadn't. So she undressed and put on her white robe and headed for the bathroom. Little did she know that Kevin was around the corner, waiting for the perfect moment.
In the bathroom, Margo untied her robe, exposing her body to the warm steamed air caused by the running water of the shower. The robe dropped to the ground and she looked in the cabinet for a shower cap. When she looked up, she saw Kevin reflected in the mirror. He was naked, standing right behind her. Before she could react, he grabbed her wrists and twisted them harshly.
"OW! Kevin, what are you doing?" she gasped.
"Sshhh, don't struggle. Enjoy it," he whispered.
Margo tried to push the young man off her, but her was much stronger than her. He simply pushed her down onto the floor, holding her down with his body and pinning her arms above her head. With his one free hand, he began groping her breasts. Margo was too stunned to say anything. She couldn't believe this was happening. She shrieked when Kevin spread her legs and pressed his hard cock against her pussy.
"No, stop!" she wailed.
Kevin began to circle the head of his dick around Margo's clit. The hairs of her bush tickled a bit. But he could tell her cunt was getting moist from the attention it was getting. He wasn't going to wait any longer. With a rough push, he slammed himself deep inside her.
"Aaaaaah!" she gasped.
He'd done it. He was inside her now. He began to rock in and out, fucking her wet pussy. Margo whelped with each trust, as her eyes filled with tears. Unrepentant, Kevin took one of her breasts and kneaded it roughly, sucking and biting on her nipple. He was careful not to leave a mark. He never imagined it would feel this good. To have his way with the woman who made him flap-jacks as a kid. What an amazing fuck she was.
He briefly pulled out, then heaved Margo's legs up onto his shoulders, and resumed fucking her. With her heels she tried to push him off of her, but Kevin was too strong and did not relent. He pounded away, enjoying every second of his violation of her body. And so was she, no matter how much she would try to deny it. Not since her husband's death had a man fucked her like this. Her body ached for the attention and gave in, despite Margo's protests.
"Please...no more..."
"You like it. Don't deny it. Aaaw, you're so fucking hot," Kevin gasped.
Margo's body began to writhe. Her gasping became more paced. She moaned loudly with each thrust of Kevin's cock. To her own shock, she was on the verge of orgasm. She could feel it rising up. Her pussy was on fire! Her toes curled and nearly scratched Kevin's skin.
"Aaaah...no...I'm...I'm cummmiiiiing!!"
Margo gasped for air. It was the most intense orgasm her body ever went through. Kevin pushed his cock inside her as far as it could go. Margo was spent. Her whole body trembled from the euphoria of her orgasm. When she caught her breath, she tried to look away from her assailant. She felt humiliated, being forced in her own home, and to top it off, climax from her own rape. Why was this happening?
Kevin pulled himself from her wet pussy. He was far from done with her, though. He took Margo by the arm and pulled her into the shower. She didn't struggle, but didn't understand what was going on.
"What...why are you?"
"Sssh, quiet," he grunted. "On your knees."
She did as she was told. Within seconds, Kevin pushed his dick against her lips. She was going to suck him off. When she refused to comply, he pinched and twisted her earlobes.
"Open up!" he hissed.
She did. With little regard, Kevin jammed his cock deep into her throat. Margo gagged, and slapped him on the hips, but nothing could deter Kevin now. He thrusted his cock back and forth, sliding it over the tongue. At some points, he would hold her head and push her onto his cock and hold it. Margo felt like she couldn't breathe. The pressure built up in Kevin's balls. That tingle. He couldn't hold back.
"Aaah, fuck," Kevin moaned. "I'm cumming. Aaah, you dirty slut!"
He pulled out from her mouth and aimed it right at Margo's face. An explosion of semen flung onto her face. She closed her eyes just in time, as his cum coated her face. Kevin's orgasm was even greater that the one from the night before. Taking what he wanted aroused him more than anything in his life. Watching Margo wince and sputter as he shot his load on her face was the greatest moment of his life.
Margo slid down into the shower. The water was still running, so Kevin took the shower head and began spraying her with it. She resisted, but he managed to wash the cum off her eyes. He also made her lean over and washed her cunt, just to be sure. Before he stepped out of the shower, he smacked her bare ass. He was done.
Margo slid into the corner of the shower, holding herself. She quietly sobbed, ashamed and hurt, but still reeling from her orgasm. Kevin hurried out, leaving her alone.
For nearly an hour, Kevin hid in the guest bedroom, killing time. He hoped he was right. A tinge of fear ran through him when he imagined that this was the catalyst that would cause her memory to work. He'd be fucked! What could he do or say? Steven would kill him, never mind the cops. When the hour passed, he dared to walk out. He heard someone humming from Margo's bedroom. He silently slipped toward the room and pushed the door open, so he could peek. Margo was sitting in front of her mirror, brushing her hair and singing to herself. Kevin knocked. She turned to him.
"Oh, Kevin! Are you staying the night?" she asked.
"Yeah," he muttered. "If there is anything you need, I'll be down the hall."
"Thank you dear," she said, with a wink of her eye.
He had to ask. "Are you feeling all right?"
Margo blushed. "Oh, I feel great," she chuckled.
She was embarrassed to say, but she felt like she just had the most magnificent orgasm of her life, and she had no idea why. Kevin had an inkling, but decided to leave it at that. He headed to his room. It worked. His theory had proven to be right. Which opened a whole new world of possibilities.
#
The next morning, the phone rang. It was Steven. He was just checking up on how his mom was doing. Kevin called her down. She was just coming out of bed, and Kevin noticed she wasn't wearing anything aside from her white robe. She took the phone and began talking to her son. Kevin sat back and watched her.
The robe, even though it covered her, did little to stop him from getting a good look at her figure. The way he leaned over the counter gave him a good impression of her curved ass. He watched her bare feet curdling up as she talked to her son. It was time again. He only needed to wait for her to finish.
"Ok, honey. Yes. Not, I'll be fine. I'm sorry I'm so loopy. I'd forget my own head these days. Yes. Okay. Yeah, okay hon. I love you. Be safe. Bye," Margo said, before hanging up.
As soon as she did, two large hands grabbed hold of her breasts., squeezing them roughly through her robe. Margo gasped, shocked by what was happening. Before she could protest, Kevin pulled the robe open. Her breasts popped out. Her right he held tightly in his hand, while his left hand raced down and grabbed hold of her pussy, while he kissed her neck and nibbled on her ear.
"Kevin! What...what the hell are you...?"
She didn't finish, because she shrieked when Kevin pulled her along by her long blonde hair. With ease, he hoisted her onto the table. She fell onto her back. With rushed flailing of his hands, he unbuckled, unzipped and dropped his pants, revealing his hardened cock. Before she could get up, Kevin grabbed her by her ankles and spread her legs, raising them high in the air.
"No, please don't," she gasped. "Don't do this!"
But he did. There was no stopping him. He plunged his cock deep into her. She wailed, ignorant that this was the second time this was happening to her. Kevin roughly fucked the woman that had been entrusted into his care in her own kitchen. Her breasts jiggled up and down with every thrust. She kept pleading for him to stop, but these became few in between as he went on. Once again, her body was reacting against her wishes. An orgasm was being built inside her. Her body was warm and drenched in the scent of lust, mingling with Kevin's own scent. The ferocity he raped her with was too much for her body. A primal urge had overtaken them both, and they enjoyed the fuck out of it.
"Fuck me, your pussy is so fucking wet," Kevin grunted.
"Please, don't do this..." she moaned.
"Why not? Don't you like it?"
Hesitation was written all over her face. She wasn't crying. She was looking him straight in the eye and grunted along. Her pussy clenched around his cock. Kevin laughed. He knew that look.
"You're loving this, aren't you? You love having your cunt pounded by me."
Margo squinted her eyes. Through gritted teeth, she admitted the shameful truth.
"Yes...yes, Goddammit. I love you fucking my pussy."
"Say it right, Mrs. Brooks. You love what in your where?"
"Your cock. I love your cock up my cunt."
"What is your cunt like?"
"Wet, sloppy and horny for you. Please fuck me. Fuck me harder," she moaned.
Kevin did just that. He pounded away, spreading her legs as far as they could go. With her hand, Margo rubbed her clit. Her other hand pinched her nipples. Kevin fucked her roughly and vigorously. She was perfect. The perfect whore for him, one he could fuck without repercussion. This thought turned him on even more. So much, he was building to his climax faster than expected.
"Fuck, I'm gonna cum!"
"No!" Margo gasped. "Not inside me! Please. Not in there!"
Kevin ignored her. What did it matter? She wouldn't remember where he came. He kept going, feeling the pressure rise up in his balls to the tip of his cock.
"Oh fuck! Oh fuuuuuuuck!" he roared.
"Aaaah, I'm cumming," she moaned.
Thick streams of cum blasted into Margo's wet cunt. She squealed as he pumped his load into her. Her hands covered her mouth when she gasped. She couldn't believe it. He came inside her. How could this happen to her? She had no idea why Kevin did this, still unaware this was the second time in two days. Nevertheless, she shivered all over. Her own orgasm overpowered her shame. She exhaled loudly, trying to hide a small smile. For all she knew, it was the best climax of her life.
Kevin pulled out from her and watched as his cum dripped out of her wet cunt onto the dinner table. He pulled Margo from the table and pushed her on her knees.
"Lap it up," he hissed.
He pushed her face into the cum stain on the table. As ordered, she stuck out her tongue and began lapping it all up. Being pushed like that turned her on, even if the taste of his cum was bitter. Kevin, in the meantime, found himself some tissues and began wiping her cunt, getting rid of the cum that stained her wet pussy.
"Clean yourself up. Now!" he hissed. She rushed back to the bathroom. He could hear the water run. In record time, Kevin cleaned up any evidence of the violation of Margo Brooks in her own kitchen from the face of the earth. He dressed himself and headed upstairs. Again, he waited. Not as long this time. When half an hour passed, he checked in on her.
"Hey, Mrs. Brooks. Are you doing ok?"
She popped her head from the bathroom door, hiding her nudity. She smiled at him.
"Hey, Kevin. Give me a minute. I'll be right down. Make yourself some coffee," she said, with a smile and a wink.
From the way she walked, he could see she was feeling great. Her post orgasm state put a spring in her step. Kevin grinned. He was in heaven.
#
And so it went for the following week. Kevin would find himself a moment where he could grab and rape Margo to his hearts content. She'd resist, shocked every time as if it was the first time, leading to an all out fuck fest where she'd submit to his will. He fucked her raw, and in any way he wanted. Her pussy? His. Her mouth? Used and soiled with his cum. Her tits? He groped those whenever he could, even if it didn't lead to a fuck session right away. She'd forget anyway. No matter where or when, he could have her, and she'd be none the wiser afterwards. It was amazing.
But the day of Steven's return home was nearing closer and closer. And what Kevin didn't know was the erratic dreams Margo began to have. Some of them were so vivid. Every now and then, she'd find herself exceptionally horny and sore, as if she just made love to someone, but could not remember it. But those dream? A young man? He was rough. Violent even, but bestial in his way. It was exciting. Once, she found herself masturbating on her bed, having no knowledge of when she began. Was it a dream? Or a memory? In either way, she felt amazing, even if she didn't know why.
#
Kevin watched Margo sleep. She was naked. He made sure of that the night before. He checked his phone. Seven hours before Steven's plane would land. This would be his last day. He enjoyed watching her sleep, and felt it was almost a shame to wake her up now. But in seven hours, he would lose his last chance to do this. He grabbed the lubricant and sat down on her bed. He gently removed her sheets, and began administering the lube on her ass cheeks. He then rubbed it against her anus, to the point that he could slide two fingers right in. Margo moaned, stirring in her sleep. It was time.
He placed himself on top of her. Mrs. Brooks woke up, startled.
"What? What's going...?"
"Shh, don't fight it."
With that, Kevin lined his cock up with Margo's ass and plunged it deep inside her. She screamed, but as Kevin pushed her face down in the pillow, it came out muffled. With no regard for her, he began sliding his cock in and out of her ass. It felt more amazing than anything. He loved violating her so much. It had all led up to this. What a hot and tight ass. What a MILF she was. He knew he'd never last long. Margo muttered;
"You bastard! Get off of me! Stop that!"
"Give it a bit. You'll enjoy it," he whispered.
Margo refused to give it, but he was right. She did start to enjoy it as he went on. Her ass clenched onto his cock, which only invigorated his rapid abuse of her anus. His balls slapped against her skin, hard and mercilessly. Kevin hoisted himself up to give himself a good view of the woman beneath him. Her body rocked back and forth with violent motions. She moaned and grunted as much as he did. Fuck, she was gorgeous. Her ass trembled as he went in deeper and deeper. He knew what that sensation meant.
"Are you gonna cum?" he asked.
"Mmnnn...no..."
"Don't lie. Not to me. Are you gonna cum?"
She moaned; "yyeeesss...fuck, I'm cumming!"
"So am I," he grunted. "You want my cum, slut?"
"Fuck me!" she hissed. "Cum in my ass!"
Kevin pounded harder, letting his orgasm rise up with a loud grunt. His climax was his best one yet, shooting a massive load right into her bowels. She moaned and gasped, tilting her head back as she came loudly at his hands and cock. This was her most intense orgasm yet. Both of them were left a panting, sweaty, cum-stained mess. Kevin pulled out from her and dragged her into the shower. He spread her ass and let his cum leak down her leg, before spraying her with the water. Once he was done with his inspection, he left her alone. He got dressed and headed downstairs.
Later that night, Kevin heard a cab roll up into the driveway. It was Steven, who looked tired and ragged from his trip. Kevin gave him a drink, which he wasted no time in throwing back.
"So how was she? No trouble I hope?"
"None whatsoever," Kevin said, trying to suppress a smirk.
Margo entered the living room, dressed in a nice red suit.
"Hi, sweetie. When did you come back?"
Both young men were startled by these words. For months, she'd forget her son went out to the store minutes after he left. Since when did she know Steven was gone?
"Mom, you remembered?"
"Not really?" she admitted. "I saw your luggage, and assumed. But I think I'm remembering bits. Was it for a job?"
"Sort of," Steven said, disappointed there was no real change in his mothers condition. "How are you feeling mom?"
"I feel much better. Very happy. I don't know why. But I'm all tingly. Tingly and weird. I dunno," she said, with a giggle.
Steven didn't think much about this, and his mind wandered off. Kevin on the other hand, blew a sigh of relief. His heart nearly skipped a beat. If her memory improved, he would have been fucked.
The three sat down and chatted for a while. Kevin felt a bit awkward whenever Margo would compliment him on his looks and ask him why he wasn't seeing anyone. If she only knew. He knew he'd miss her in the coming years. His beautiful MILF slut, who for a brief time was all his to use on a whim. Later that night, after Mrs. Brooks went off to bed and Kevin was halfway out the door, Steven pulled him aside.
"Look, I'm sorry to spring this on you, but the company is not doing too hot right now."
"Oh?"
"Yeah. It looks like I'll be going on another trip very soon. Might be longer than a week."
"How much longer?" Kevin asked.
"A month. Maybe more. I know I already asked a lot from you with this week, but..."
"Say no more," Kevin said with a smile. "I'd be more than happy to watch your mom again?"
"Really? Oh, God, that would help me so much. Are you sure it wouldn't be an imposition?"
Kevin shook his head and patted his friend's shoulder.
"Of course not. What are friends for?" he said, grinning deviously.
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The skype calling chime rang from the laptop. Margo hurried over and clicked the "accept call" button. On screen was her son, Steven, smiling despite clearly being exhausted.
"Hi mom! How's it going?" he asked.
"Steven! Were you away?" Margo asked. "I had no idea. How are you?"
Steven sighed. "I'm all right, mom. Just very busy. Is Kevin there?"
"I think he is. Maybe? I'll check," she said, turning around and yelling for Kevin, who rushed toward the laptop.
"Hey buddy! What's up? How's the trip?"
"I'll tell you all about it later. What are you guys up to?"
"I was going to help your mom with her yoga exercises. The other day she told me how she wanted to get back into it. Remember, Mrs. Brooks?"
"I suppose I did," Margo said, with a shrug.
Steven noticed she was wearing a workout shirt and a pair of yoga pants, which pleased him. Ever since the incident, his mother hadn't been able to do much of anything anymore. He was glad to see Kevin was helping her out.
"Hey, I have to make this call short. I just wanted to check up on you guys. You have fun, all right?"
"We will," Margo said to her son. "Take care, darling."
"Oh, and Kevin?" Steven said.
"Yeah?"
"Thanks for looking out for her. I owe you, big time."
"Oh no. The pleasure is all mine," Kevin said with a grin.
The call ended, and the image of Steven vanished, replaced with an empty desktop. Margo Brooks had already retreated into the living room and began stretching and doing her warm-up exercises. She did not notice that Kevin had taken his briefs and shirt off after hanging up with Steven, and that he now approached her, buck naked and rock hard. It was only when he grabbed her chest from behind that she realized something was amiss.
"Kevin! What-!"
He said nothing, instead ripping her shirt open. He large breasts flopped out. In a panicked frenzy, she pushed herself away from Kevin, who released her from his grasp and looked at her exposed chest, lust steaming from his breath.
"Kevin! What are you doing! Please, stop-," Margo muttered.
He ignored her pleas, instead rushing forward. With one hand, her grabbed and pulled her hair back, causing her to yelp in pain. With his other hand, he began kneading her left tit. Her nippled hardened instantly, but she gasped in fear when he began to push her to her knees, lining her face up with his hardened cock.
"Suck it!" he grunted.
One more tug on her hair instantly convinced Margo to do as he wanted. She opened her mouth, allowing Kevin to push his dick down her throat. She gagged, and the taste was bitter. But the feeling of a man's cock grinding over her tongue excited her somehow. She couldn't remember the last time she even had sex, let alone when she sucked one off.
Kevin began to thrust himself in and out of Margo's mouth. Thick globs of her drool coated his young cock. He gasped out in ecstasy when her tongue rolled over his head. He'd need to pace himself, lest he'd blow his load right there and then. There was so much more he wanted to do first.
He pulled out, slapping his wet cock against Margo's face, then lifter her up by the arm and pushed her head down onto the couch, raising her ass into the air.
"Please stop!" Margo begged, despite secretly enjoying the sensation of a young man taking what he wanted. "Don't-,"
Kevin ignored her. Instead, he dug his fingers into the fabric of the yoga pants and, with one powerful pull, ripped them open. Margo shrieked, but her protest was silenced when Kevin slapped her ass cheek, leaving a red palm print on her skin.
"Aaah!"
"You be quiet now," Kevin hissed.
He began stroking his fingers past her moistened pussy. It was hungry for a good hard cock. He could tell. But what he planned for that afternoon would not require her pussy. He instead lined his dick up with her ass, pressed firmly against it, and plunged his cock into her bowels.
"Aaaaargh! Nooo!" Margo screamed.
She couldn't believe it. Kevin was sodomizing her in her own living room. He just went for it and stuck his dick right up her ass. She was astonished it went as easily as it did. Nor could she believe that she was actually enjoying this savage raping of her body. She cried, but between each cry was a light gasp of enjoyment. With every wild thrust, Kevin brought her closer to an orgasm like she couldn't remember ever feeling. Like an expert, Kevin pounded into her body, pulling her hair as he went deeper and deeper inside her.
"No...I'm gonna—!" Margo muttered.
"Do it! Cum for me, you slut!" Kevin hissed in her ear.
Margo yelped, as she felt fluids gush from her pussy and her legs give out underneath her. She toppled over head first into the couch, her ass raw from the ravenous fucking it just endured. She gasped, trying to collect herself, while her skin still shuddered from her orgasm. The reverie was broken when Kevin pulled her from the couch, grasping onto a clump of her blonde hair.
"On you knees," he ordered, stroking his cock furiously.
She did as commanded, sitting before him and watching his hand glide over his cock, going faster and faster until it began to twitch. Then, with a loud grunt, he came, unloading blast after blast of his cum onto Margo's face. She twitched and flinched with each spray hitting her, doing her best not to gasp out or look disgusted. Within moments, Kevin had covered nearly her entire face with his seed.
Margo looked up, biting back tears. She was humiliated. How could he do this to her? She wanted to ask why, but Kevin already pulled her up from the ground and dragged her off into the bathroom. He pushed her into the shower and began hosing her down. She gasped as the warm water washed Kevin's cum from her face, which he took care to remove. When he was done, he simply walked away, leaving her a sobbing mess underneath a stream of warm water.
As she cried, Margo began to plan everything. She'd call Steven. Or the police first. She'd get someone to save her. Then everything would be okay. But how could she live with herself? A survivor of the most brutal of violations. By a friend of the family, of all people. Then she began to calm down. When did she get in the shower? Her breathing was erratic. Had she been exercising? And why was her body on fire? Like she'd just made intense, passionate love to someone. She couldn't have, could she?
A knock at the bathroom door. "Mrs. Brooks. Are you all right? Need anything?" Kevin's voice said.
"Oh, no, dear. I'm all right. Thank you," she said.
What a sweet young man, she thought. Always so considerate.
#
It was quite extraordinary, really. Kevin still had trouble believing it from time to time. A few months earlier, Mrs. and Mr. Brooks were the victims of a car accident. One that killed her husband, and left Mrs. Brooks with brain damage that prohibited her from retaining any new memories. After a while, anything that occurred to her simply vanished from her mind. With nothing retained, there were no lasting memories for her about anything, be it what she was reading, what she saw on TV, or who repeatedly violated her in her own home. A fact Kevin took advantage of whenever he could.
Margo's son, Steven, was now the head of his late father's company. Being bombarded with new responsibilities and meetings left him rather spread thing, leaving little time for the care of his mother. He had asked Kevin to take care of her in exchange for free housing, unaware that the spare room and the food wasn't the only thing his friend was helping himself to.
Nearly every day and every night, Kevin would come up with a new game to play with poor Mrs. Brooks, who was constantly unaware of what would or had happened to her. Kevin was careful, erasing all evidence of his rapes after each time. And each time, Margo would be oblivious to anything that had occurred to her.
But all things must come to an end. Isn't that the way it goes?Steven would be gone for almost one more week. With so little time left to enjoy his abuse of Margo, Kevin felt that if this was going to be his last hurrah with Margo, he would need to make it special. That was what he was pondering that night, as he laid in Mrs. Brooks' bed while her forced her head down onto his cock, joined with soft moans, noisy slurps and the quiet sobs coming from her as she bobbed up and down.
Then inspiration hit him. He waited until he was getting close, then leaped up from the bed to grab his phone. He ordered Margo to sit on her knees again, plunged his cock into her mouth, and unloaded himself onto her tongue. When he pulled out, a thick glob of cum leaked out from the side of her mouth and ran down her chin. She was about to spit it out, when Kevin aimed his phone's camera at her.
"Stick your tongue out," he said.
She did as told, revealing her tongue to the camera, all covered in sticky semen mixed with her own saliva and mucus. Her tears running down her face made the picture complete. With a press of his thumb, Kevin immortalized the image of a throat fucked Margo. He took several more, prodding his still hard cock against her cheek. The revulsion on her face made it even more perfect.
Kevin then pushed Margo's mouth shut and pressed her nostrils shut. In a panic, she swallowed the entire load. When he released her, she coughed and gagged, struggling to keep it down.
"Don't you throw up, or I'll shoot another load down your throat," he hissed.
Some days, Kevin wondered where this cruelty in him came from. Was it only because he could revel in it without any consequences? Or had he always been looking for an outlet for these urges, and finally found one in a victim who could never remember, complain and snitch on him?
As always, once finished, Kevin cleaned her off, waited for her memory to fade, and then helped her to bed. She even smiled and brushed his cheek when she laid down.
"Thanks for being here," she said. "Where's Steven?"
"Oh, he'll be here soon," Kevin said as sweetly as possible. "But tomorrow we'll enjoy ourselves one more time. Goodnight Mrs. Brooks."
Before she could ask what he meant by that, Kevin retreated to his bedroom. He had some planning to do, and he was getting randy just thinking about it.
#
Kevin was intensely studying the website of the restaurant. Most important to him was the layout of the place. Where the bathrooms were and such. He also studied the menu. The money Steven had forwarded should be enough to cover both the rental car, the restaurant and any other things he had planned. If this was to be his last hurrah with Margo, then he was going to make the most of it.
Stage one of the plan was about to commence. He went to Margo's room an picked out the white dress she wore for special occasions. It was perfect for tonight. It accentuated her large mature breasts whenever she wore it. He became hard just picturing her in it. He then laid her entire attire out, which included a pair of black panties and black stilettos. With her taken care off, he just needed to borrow some clothes from Steven's closet and remember to bring his cell phone. Then all he needed to do was wait for the evening.
That night, dressed in a fine suit, he came to Margo's room, where she was trying to read a book, another task rendered impossible by her constant fading memory.
"Mrs. Brook?" he said, tapping against her door.
"Oh, hi Kevin. How are you tonight?" she said.
"I'm well," he said. "You might not remember, but we had a dinner reservations at Le Salon Rouge."
"Did we? I'm sorry. Could you help me-?" she began.
"Already taken care of," he said, revealing her outfit before her.
"You're so sweet," she gasped. "Give me a few minutes to get dressed."
He did, smirking as he stood there in the hallway. He flashed his phone out and took a quick peek at his handiwork from earlier. His cock jerked up, and if not for some self-control, he would've burst into that room and had his way with her. Fucking her ass. Making her suck him off, before cumming on those tits of her. But he was patient. For the night was young, and there was more fun to be had.
#
They arrived at the restaurant around 8 PM sharp. Margo looked stunning in her white dress. Kevin noticed a few other men, staring from the corners of their eyes at her chest and ass. He was beaming with pride, knowing that he was the only one to have her like that.
As they sat down and ordered drinks and appetizers. It was a perfectly normal dinner. Then suddenly, Margo needed to excuse herself.
"Are you ok?" Kevin asked.
"I'm fine. I've just gotta pop into the little girl's room," she said with a coy smile.
Kevin chuckled as he watched her scurry off, taking her purse along to the bathroom. Just as he'd planned she would. In fact, he'd been making sure she drank enough beforehand so she would eventually need to go. He waited till she was out of sight, asked a waiter to keep an eye on their table, and scurried off to the bathrooms. He waited by the ladies' room's door, then texted Margo's cell phone.
"Are you alone in there?"
A response came quickly: "Yes, why?"
Perfect, Kevin thought. He forwarded her the picture from earlier, her mouth filled with his cum and his cock resting on her face. He pressed his ear against the door, waiting for a reaction. A reaction that came in a shocked gasp. That was all he needed.
Kevin swung the door open, pushed a trashcan under the handle to lock them inside, and strutted to her stall. Margo looked up at him, her hands trembling at the sight of the image on her screen.
"Wha...what is this?" she asked.
"What does it look like?" Kevin laughed. "A slut getting herself a nice mouthful of cock."
"Where did you get this?" she asked.
"Doesn't matter. What matters is, what are you willing to do to make sure Steven doesn't see that?"
Margo gasped. "You wouldn't! You couldn't!"
"Oh, I would. Now, I think we both know that you're gonna do exactly as I tell you from now on, don't we?" he said.
Margo turned away. She seemed angry and despondent, but utterly defeated. Kevin didn't hesitate to enter the stall and unzip his pants, revealing his rock hard cock to her. He prodded it against her face, causing her to wince.
"Please-," she muttered, wanting to say: Don't do this.
"Please stick my dick in your mouth?" Kevin finished. "As you wish."
He grabbed her by her long hair and, by virtue of her mouth opening when she gasped in shock, rammed himself right past her lips. With violent thrust, he pounded away, enjoying himself as Margo drooled and coughed all over his dick. With one hand he even pulled down her dress, letting her buxom breast pop out and dangle as he ravaged her mouth. The excitement of raping her like this outside the comfort of her house added the extra thrill.
"Fuck me, I'm close," he grunted.
With strong hands, he pushed Margo down even further on his engorged cock. He groaned loudly when he climaxed, unleashing blast after blast of sticky cum down her throat. Margo gagged, nearly throwing up, as she shook and quivered at the sensation of Kevin's cum gliding inside her. She coughed so roughly, strands of jizz shout out from her nose.
"Holy shit!" Kevin chuckled. "That's fucking amazing!"
He took out his phone and snapped another few pictures of Margo, in her finest dress, sitting on her knees by the toilet bowl, coughing up saliva and cum while her tits hung out. Another one for the books.
Once finished, he walked over and lifted Margo onto the toilet seat, raising her legs in the air and pulling her panties from her.
"What? No! Don't-!" she muttered, shaking as her dripping wet cunt was exposed to the cold air.
Kevin lowered himself to her crotch and lapped her juices up. She tasted sweet, meaning she was getting turned on by her ravishment again. All the better, he thought, as he greedily sucked on her clit. He raised his head up, dripping with her fluids, and looked her in the eye.
"Do you want my cock?" he asked.
Margo gasped, but nodded. "Yes, I want it."
"Where?"
"In my pussy," she moaned. "Fuck my pussy!"
Kevin laughed. "Pfft, good luck with that."
"What?" Margo gasped.
Kevin walked over to the sinks and filled his cupped hands with water, splashing it against Margo's face. He wiped away any trace of his violation of her, then zipped his pants up.
"You want to cum, go finger fuck yourself. I've already had my fill."
"But...but-," Margo gasped.
"Go on," Kevin said. Do your thing."
Despite being shocked, Margo did as told and spread her legs, rubbing her fingers against her clit. Kevin watched for a bit, and enjoyed the sight quite a lot, but quietly retreated, taking Margo's panties and stuffing them into the pocket of his jacket. He still heard her moan as he exited the bathroom and headed back into the dining area.
Ten minutes passed before Margo showed her face again. Her cheeks were bright red, but it was obvious she was confused as to what happened to her. The last things she remembered was sitting on the toilet and rubbing herself into a loud orgasm. Why did she do such a thing, and why here of all places? And where had her panties gone? She looked around, and sighed in relief when she saw Kevin, waiving to her with a smile.
"Kevin!" she said. "I'm so glad you're here. I couldn't remember how I got to this place."
"We were having dinner. Don't you remember?" he said, smirking to himself.
"I think I do. And I remember you texting me?" she said.
Kevin's smile vanished, but he was relieved when she brushed it off.
"I guess it doesn't matter. Anyway, did we order anything?" Margo asked.
As if on command, the waiters came and delivered wine. Margo was pleased, and the two of them enjoyed a lovely dinner, with only mild gaps in Margo's memory that Kevin needed to fill in. But inside, he was scheming again, as well as enjoying the knowledge that Margo was now going commando in her dress, as well as the last act of the evening that was to play out.
#
"Where are we going?" Margo asked. "This isn't the way to my home."
"It's a surprise," chuckled Kevin, as he drove the car down a small dirt road that led to an open field.
The field once belonged to a farm, which has since been abandoned for years. He knew the place from a lone withered tree that stood in the middle of the several acres of tall grass and weeds, with only the odd rabbit to act as a peeping tom. It was perfect.
Kevin parked the car and asked Margo to get out. She did, and stood there, wondering why they drove out here of all places. To her shock, Kevin pushed her against the car and raised his hand up her dress.
"Kevin! What-!"
"Shhh," he said, before pulling her dress down.
Margo stood there on the path, now naked baring her shoes. Kevin retrieved a blanket and dragged Margo along by the arm. They marched into the field, with Margo trembling as the cold air danced over her skin, asking over and over again what Kevin was doing with her. When they reached the dead tree, Kevin draped the blanket onto the grass.
"On your back," he said.
Margo did as told, and laid down. Kevin roughly spread her legs to reveal her still soaked pussy. He caressed his fingers over her clit, causing her to moan. She was writhing and gasping as if she hadn't been touched in years, even though it'd been only a few hours earlier since her last violation at his hands.
"Do you want to be fucked?" he asked.
Margo bit her lip with uncertainty, but eventually conceded. She even raised her legs further, allowing Kevin a greater view of her pussy. He began to stick his fingers inside her, rubbing and stroking her clit and pussy.
"Mmn," she moaned. "More! More!"
"You're such a slut," Kevin smirked. "You want more? Here you go!"
Then, to her shock, Kevin pushed his entire hand up her vagina. She shrieked as she felt her pussy being fisted. She tried to protest, but Kevin didn't falter for a second. He aggressively pounded her, while Mrs. Brooks laid there, letting the young man fist-fuck her cunt with a blind fury. It didn't take long for her to gasp out.
"Kevin! I'm...I'm cummmmoooshitttt!" she shrieked, spraying a stream of liquid from her moist cunt.
Kevin laughed, licking his hand clean while Margo panted, trying to recoup her senses. But as she did, her memory of her fist-fucking faded as well. She sat up, confused why she was naked, horny, and outside in the cold. But Kevin, always a few steps ahead, was already moving onto his next game. He'd undressed, put in a ski-mask, and pressed Margo's head down onto the grass.
"Stop! Who are you? What are you doing?" she shrieked.
"What does it look like, slut?" he grunted, lining his cock up with her ass.
And so it went for the next few hours. Kevin raped Margo's ass, cumming violently inside her and making her clean his cock off with her tongue, after which she'd forget moments later, allowing Kevin to think of a new depraved act to live out on his charge. To his own surprise, the more depraved he got, the more Margo seemed to react to it with delight. When he made her suck his balls, she moaned in ecstasy. When he came on her tits, she gasped with delight. Even when he fisted her again, this time with one hand up her cunt and one up her ass, she gasped out with a quiver and a smile. She loved it, and he loved abusing her.
It was nearly three AM when the ravaging died down. Kevin sat there, panting and collecting his clothes, while Margo passed out. He wrapped her gently in the blanket and carried her back to the car. The drive home didn't take too long, and he was cleaning her off in no time, before putting her to bed. He then stumbled to his won bed and planted himself onto it. He was exhausted, but man, that was the most intense sex of his life. What a rush.
Margo's sleep was restless. He dreams were flooded with the thoughts of intense delight, as well as a dark shadow having his way with her. It was nearly demonic, but she loved the attention. Even when she was used as nothing more than a cheap whore, she enjoyed exploring this slutty side to herself. But who was this dream man, who fucked her so raw? Why couldn't she remember his face? But as the night went on, these dreams faded, as did the memory of them. And soon enough, Margo Brooks was back at her basic state. A state of blissful ignorance.
#
No matter how many times he used and violated Margo, even when she seemed to either enjoy it or be ashamed of her violations, it always made Kevin step back a bit when he saw her again. Her memories were gone, and she was back to being the bubbly woman who had no idea she'd been abused and fucked with such careless abandon.
There were moments he wondered if she remembered. Little things she said, or conversations she suddenly continued, only to forget again. But there was nothing to worry about. There was no trace of his actions.
He sighed. Tomorrow, Steven would be back. The end of the joyride. He had fun while it lasted, and he'd be dreaming of these last few weeks in the years to come. But now that was at an end.
He looked at margo, making her coffee, and stared as her short pants she wore when she went running.
"Just once more," he thought, as he grabbed her by the arm, pulled down her pants despite her protests, and stroked the tip of his cock against her lips. "What a cunt," the though, before ramming inside her wet pussy.
#
Steven was calling it a night. He was beat. Thank God this retreat was almost over. He could go home and sleep in his own bed for a change. He checked a few e-mails and his Facebook feed, when he remembered he still needed to synch his phone to his iPhoto account. He knew his mother would love to see some of the pictures of California, even if she might've forgotten he was out there.
He waited for a few seconds, when he noticed something. His mother's phone had been set to automatically synch up pictures onto the account a while back. There was the usual stuff: dishes she liked, flowers she happened to see, friends who came by. But at the very end, there was an odd photo. He enlarged it, and to his horror, he was confronted with a picture of a cum-stained Margo, he breasts hanging out from her dress, draped over a toilet bowl. He check further, coming across a few of her and a thick cock jabbed into her mouth.
What the hell was going on?
-----------------------------------------------
Margo woke up in the middle of the night. Her head was pounding, while her arms and hips were sore. For a brief moment, she believed she could remember something. A figure looming over her. A hand grasping her hair. A pressure in her groin and her anus. But these were all hazy at best. And a few minutes after, Margo had forgotten about them entirely.
Why am I naked? she wondered. She touched herself, taking note of how sensitive her nipples were, like they'd been suckled on, perhaps even bitten. Her hand wandered down toward her pubic area, which was sore and moist. Did she have a wet dream? But that wouldn't explain how she'd come to be so uncomfortable. Or why she had such a bitter taste that lingered in her mouth.
She rose from her bed and headed toward the bathroom adjacent to her room. She was about to head for the shower and rinse herself off, when she was startled by the sight of a shape standing before the mirror.
“Ah, Mrs. Brooks,” said Kevin, her son Steven's best friend. “You're awake.”
Margo couldn't believe what she saw. He was as naked as the day he was born, brushing his teeth over her sink. Margo gasped and tried to avert her eyes, even though she caught a glimpse of the massive hard-on he brandished.
“Kevin!” she gasped. “What in God's name--,” she muttered.
But Kevin gave her no time to finish. He dropped his toothbrush and rushed over to her, grasping her long blonde hair into his hands to tilt her head back. He then roughly kissed her, while with his one free hand he grasped onto her gushed cunt. For a moment, a strange sense of Deja Vu took hold of Margo. Something about this seemed awfully familiar. But she quickly came to her senses and tried to slap Kevin away, while he only laughed at her resistance.
“Never gets old,” he muttered, before inserting two fingers inside Margo's pussy.
“Aaah!” Margo shrieked. She was startled by how much it hurt. She couldn't remember the last time she had sex, but the lightest of touches made it feels like she'd penetrated with a jackhammer.
Kevin recoiled immediately. “Sorry, that must still smart, I guess,” he laughed.
Margo didn't have a clue as to what he was referring to, but it had been Kevin to cause her pussy such discomfort. See, unbeknownst to her, it had only been an hour or so ago when, after they'd finished dinner, that Kevin had stripped Margo of her clothes, forced her to suckle on his rock hard cock in her own dining room, dragged her to her bedroom by her arms, then used her cunt in every way he could imagine. After licking, suckling and penetrating it many times over, he'd gotten the idea to stick his entire fist up her moist pussy. It was the loudest she'd ever screamed in both pleasure and pain, and it resulted in the most intense orgasm he'd gotten out of her yet, leaving her bedsheets soaked with the fluids of her pussy.
Kevin knew it was better not to push it any further, lest he'd actually hurt her this time around. Besides, he'd shot out rope after rope of cum himself, and he wasn't sure if he had any more to give. But that did not stop his twisted mind from concocting another wicked game to play with Margo Brooks.
“Wh...why are you doing this...?” Margo moaned. “Please...please don't rape me.”
“Sshhh, it's okay,” Kevin cooed in her ear, half laughing at her request. He already had, and she enjoyed every second of it. Faster, he remember her saying. Make me cum. But like she asked, he wasn't going to rape her. Not tonight.
Instead, Kevin grabbed pushed Margo into the shower. She huddled herself into the corner, afraid of what Kevin might do. She was surprised he walked out, and briefly hoped that would be the end of it. But then Kevin returned, with his phone in one hand and his cock in the other. He approached her like a hunter would its prey, who was still balled up and terrified. Kevin took Margo by the hair and pressed play on his phone.
“Open your mouth, Margo,” he said.
“N...no,” she muttered, tears streaming down her face.
Kevin wrapped her blonde hair around his finger and tugged it as hard as he could without tearing it from her head. She shrieked in pain, while Kevin glared down at her.
“Open, slut,” he hissed.
Margo did as told, and opened her mouth as wide as she could. Kevin let go of her hair and took his cock in hand to aim it right at her. He stood there for a minute, doing nothing. Margo looked up to meet his eyes, not sure what to expect. Thus, all the greater her surprise when Kevin began to relieve himself, pissing right into her face.
“Gah!” she shrieked.
“Look away, and I'll beat you,” Kevin snapped.
She did as told, though the warm piss in her eye caused her to wince, crying bitter sobs as the smell of ammonia and the salt of her tears stung her nose and eyes.
“Good slut,” Kevin laughed. “Now, keep that mouth wide open.”
Margo complied, which Kevin used as his cue to continue debasing his personal slut. A stream of warm piss flew into her mouth, filling it up past her teeth and pouring down her chin. The taste was beyond foul, and Margo had to fight the urge to gag on several occasions. Kevin suddenly stopped, took her nose between his fingers.
“Swallow, why don't you?” he said.
Margo closed her lips, swishing a mouthful of the young man's piss, then forced herself to gulp it all down.
“Bleeeh!” she groaned.
“Not done yet,” Kevin said. “Open up.”
She did, and without warning, Kevin took her head into his hands and pushed his cock down her throat. He held her head in place, feeling her tongue spasm as her gag-reflex went into overdrive. Margo struggled to breathe, then practically hurled as she felt Kevin continue to relieve himself directly into her throat, the warm urine sliding down her esophagus. Her cries mixed with her gagging exited Kevin even more, pushing Margo's nose against his pubic area.
“Jesus Christ,” Kevin moaned. “Looks like I'll never need a toilet again, do I? Not when I have a grade-A slut like you to piss in.”
Margo moaned and sobbed, while Kevin finally finished with his ultimate degradation of his friend's mother. When there was nothing left to expel, he pulled his cock from her throat, wiped it against her face, gasped in satisfaction. Margo, on the other hand, threw herself down on the shower floor, gasping for air. She was absolutely humiliated, distraught and confused. Why did he do this to her? How could he do something so foul, with no remorse or regard for her. She couldn't believe it.
The young man crouched down and held his phone aimed at the woman, pushing her hair aside to grant himself a better view of Mrs. Brooks.
“What just happened?” he asked.
“I...”
“Tell the camera what you just did.”
“I...I just...oh God...I just swallowed your...your...”
“My?” Kevin said, expectantly.
“Your piss,” muttered Margo. “I swallowed your piss...”
“That's right,” Kevin laughed. “You know what kind of people do that?”
“N...no?”
“Whores, Mrs. Brooks. Whores do that,” he laughed, as Margo began to cry even louder.
Kevin, finished with his filthy deed, walked toward the shower-head and turned the water on. He took it in hand and aimed the hose at Margo, rinsing his urine from her body. She tried to shield herself, but Kevin took no chances and made sure every inch of her was rinsed off. When he was finally satisfied, he exited the room, leaving behind a sobbing, broken and violated woman behind.
He made his way to the guest bedroom, dressed himself in his pajamas, waited diligently for time to pass by replaying the footage of his violation from earlier. Then, once he felt enough time had passed, he made his way back to Mrs. Brooks's room and gently knocked at the door.
“Mrs. Brooks?”
“Yes?” a light and sweet voice replied from the other side.
Kevin opened the door, seeing Margo sitting on her bed, brushing her hair. She wore her red satin nightgown, which hid her nudity but not her excellent figure. She looked at Kevin, confused for a second, then smiled.
“Hi Kevin. Are...are you sleeping over?”
“Yes. Steven had asked me to look in on you.”
“That's right, he did,” Margo said, feigning as if she remembered. Kevin knew for a fact she did not.
“Can I get you anything, Mrs. Brooks?” he asked politely.
“Could...could you get me something to drink? Like a tea or something? I have the worst taste in the back of my throat.”
“Sure thing, Mrs. Brooks. I'll be right back.”
“You're so sweet,” Margo said, smiling broadly.
Kevin took his time to walk down, fighting the urge to laugh. It had been a few months since the accident that killed Mr. Brooks and left Margo in her current state, her short-term memory shattered, which left her unable to remember a thing once an hour or so had passed. And every time he witnessed her forgetting everything that had transpired, he'd be just as astonished as he was the first time around.
Steven, Margo's son and Kevin's best friend, was now in charge of his father's business. The stress of having such a responsibility resting on his shoulders and having to care for a mother with a condition was simply too much. That's where Kevin came in.
Originally, Steven had asked Kevin to watch his mother for a single week. It was during that fateful week that Kevin realized that anything he did in front or to Mrs. Brooks would be forgotten by her anyway, meaning he could get away Scott-free with using her to act his lustful urges out on her with no repercussions. Steven ended up becoming more busy, requiring Kevin to stay longer. And longer. And longer. Seven months flew by in no time at all.
While the water kettle boiled away, Kevin peeked at his phone. He uploaded the pictures onto the house computer, so he could enjoy them in a higher resolution at a later point. Hell, he'd watched them in front of Margo, who had gasped and ran away, only to return an hour later with no memory of the event. Yes, Kevin had a good thing going.
Steven was coming home in a week. But these short visits were but small intermissions in Kevin's twisted games with the neighborhood MILF. So he'd go without her for a while. So what? He could think of new ways to get a kick and a laugh out of her situation.
And with that thought, another devious plan was formed. The kettle snapped off, finished with boiling the water, which he poured into the cup. Then he added the tea-bag, dipping it gently. And for the final touch, he dropped his pants, held out his cock and began to stroke himself furiously. Within very little time, he build up his orgasm once more. Holding the head of his cock over the cup and unloaded his cum into it, the added cream to Margo's nighttime cup of tea. Once he caught his breath, he headed upstairs, entered Mrs. Brook's room and handed her the cup.
“Thank you, Kevin,” Margo said, before taking a sip from her tea with a hint of cum.
“My pleasure,” Kevin said with a smirk.
Yes, this was the life. And there was nothing that could go wrong.
#
Steven watched the video for the third time that night. His mother, held down in her own shower, while is supposed best friend sticks his dick inside her mouth and then...it was disgusting. It was beyond disgusting. The bastard was out of control. For months he'd been raping his mother and filming the acts, storing them on the house computer. He doubted Kevin knew it was connected to the cloud that his laptop also had access to, as he didn't seem the type to boldly share something like this. No, he was a coward, taking advantage of a woman who was not well.
He was furious. He trusted Kevin with his mother's wellbeing. And this is how he abuses that trust? Steven watched countless of videos of Kevin fucking his mother, each more degrading than the last, some of them ending with Mrs. Brooks seemingly enjoying the act of her violation. But if Kevin's actions angered him so, why couldn't he stop watching the footage? And why did they leave him with the most throbbing erection of his life?
#
“Hey, Steve. How was Beijing?” Kevin asked.
“Fine,” Steven muttered uninterested. “I'll be headed back in a week or so.”
“Hi, Steven,” said Margo, who had been sitting in the living room before the TV.
“Hey mom. Feeling better?” he asked.
Margo giggled, her face red with a blush. “I do, actually. I feel great.”
I wonder why? Steven thought sarcastically. He had a pretty good idea what may have caused his mother's good mood. The endorphins raging through her system combined with the loss of memory from her earlier molestation would have her body feeling like a million bucks. It took all the strength he could muster not to beat Kevin within an inch of his life.
“Well, I'll be going now,” Kevin said. “Bye, Mrs. Brooks. See you in a week. Bye Steve.”
“Bye Kevin,” Margo replied.
Steven gave no reply, other than a nod. Kevin didn't think much of it, and left with a spring in his step. Steven resigned to the living room, plopping down onto the couch next to his mother.
“So, how have things been here?” Steven asked. “Anything new happen?”
“What do you mean?” Margo asked.
Steven shrugged. “I don't know. Anything you want to share? Anything important?” he said, discreetly trying to fish for information.
Margo chuckled, looked sad for a second, then confused. “I'm sorry honey. Even if I could...my memory...it's so foggy. I'd tell you anything if I could remember.”
Steven patted her on the shoulder. “It's all right, mom. Don't worry about it.”
He stood up and sighed. Why? Why couldn't she remember something so vile happening to her. Why?
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Steven couldn't sleep. It was almost three in the morning, and he was still wide awake. The thoughts of those videos that Kevin took haunted him. Footage of his mother Margo, being used like a piece of fuckmeat to satisfy his every whim. And that she couldn't remember any of it? There was no way he'd sleep tonight.
He sat up in his bed. Was she gone? Was his mother truly gone? While the woman was still alive, and she still had memories of her past, in her current state, there was nowhere for her to go. Her life had officially been given a cut-off date. That was it. Done. Finito. And he would have to care for her for the rest of his life.
He couldn't let her stay around Kevin any longer. Someone else needed to be her caretaker now. But what would stop them from doing the same? A home? No, he couldn't do that. Not to her. Not after at that has happened.
He was tired. Exhausted from the responsibility of work and tired of worrying about his mother's wellbeing. And to think he felt he could trust Kevin with her. Stupid! He could kill that motherfucker. He then grinned when he realized that term had never been more apropos.
Steven got out of bed. He needed to clear his head, as he felt like bouncing off the walls in his room. He stumbled into the hallway, planning to head downstairs, when he spotted his mom's room door. It was slightly ajar, just enough to peek in. He couldn't say why he pressed his hand against the door, or why he pushed it open.
Margo laid there on her bed. Sound asleep, wrapped in her blankets, her body moving slightly with every breath. This bed, the scene of Steven's mother's many violations at the hands of Kevin. Only a few days earlier she'd laid there on the back of her head, her legs in the air as Kevin held her in a stronghold, whilst her pounded her asshole with his cock. Steven had never even seen such a position, nor did he imagine Margo enjoyed it very much. And, like always, she'd forgotten all about it. Like it never happened.
Steven sat down on the foot of the bed. He gently pulled the sheets aside, and began to study his mother. She wore a teddy that was very revealing, the outline of her nipples clearly visible. She wasn't remotely his type of woman, and not once had he thought of her in a sexual way. But then again, did Kevin? He didn't seem like the type to go for MILFS. But he didn't seem like the rapist type either. What was it, then? The allure of power? To do anything without danger of exposure. To use something without fear of reprimand?
Fuck it, Steven though. As if pushed by some automated force, he began to undo his clothes. In a manner of seconds, Steven stood there, buck naked, brandishing the most rigid hard-on of his life. He crawled onto the bed and crawled up next to his mother. For a while, he just held her close, listening to her soft breathing. He tried to see if there was anything of his mother left in this woman. But something gave him a chill in his heart. Something was missing. And with that, he cried, finally mourning the mother he lost. With tears in his eyes, he pushed her legs apart and moved on top of her, pulling her panties aside to reveal her hairy pussy.
Margo stirred, still half-asleep and confused by who was moving her around. “Steven? What--?”
Swiftly, Steven placed his hand on his mother's mouth. She moaned, her eyes wide with shock. Before she could register his intent, Steven already lined his rock-stiff cock up with her mount, and pushed it into her pussy.
“Shut up,” Steven hissed, as he slid inside his own mother's vagina. He kept his hand pressed down on her as he increased his pace. He felt wetness touching the skin of his hand, realizing it were her tears. Undeterred, Steven continued his violation. He felt nothing. No remorse. No pity. His mother was gone. All she was now was something to find release with.
Margo could believe what was happening to her. The words 'why' kept repeating though her mind, as her son slammed his cock inside her. But in time, she felt pleasure from it. The roughness. The wild abandon. There was something familiar to it. Something beyond arousing. She felt herself get wetter, while her son's cock went deeper and deeper into her cunt. Her own orgasm approached at breakneck speed, and she was tempted to plead for him not to stop.
It didn't last more than a few minutes. Steven angrily thrusted inside his mother, while Margo's muffle moans and protests fell on deaf ears. Steven felt his orgasm built up, as his mother clenched her toes when her body gave way. Together, they loudly finished, gasping and groaning as they came. Steven felt his cum fill up his mother's cunt. Margo twitched, her body shaking from the force of her orgasm, her drenched pussy leaking onto the sheets.
Steven pulled out from his mother and moved to the edge of the bed. His aggression and lust subsided, he began to feel remorse for his action. Margo rolled over and curled up into a fetal position, her son's cum still leaking from her pussy past her ass cheeks. They sat like that for a good fifteen minutes. Steven tried to think of something to say. But there were no words. And just as he was about to get up and leave, Margo spoke up.
“Steven? What are you doing here? And...what is inside me?”
Steven turned around. His mother cupped her hand and tried to scoop his cum out of her. Yes, she began to put two and two together. But the fact that the worst possible thing he could have done didn't even register with her drove him mad. Like a switch that was flicked, Steven leaped onto the bed and threw his mother down. She shrieked as her grabbed her by the ankles and pulled her legs apart, revealing her cum-soaked pussy to him. His hard-on returned instantly, as he began to ravage his mother once more.
So it went on the whole night. Steven would rape his mother's body, ejaculate in or on her, while she would orgasm loudly like a randy whore, and moments later she would forget the whole thing had ever happened. Steven continued on and on, hoping that maybe once, just once, she'd remember. Even if it was a horrible memory, please let her remember something. But nothing stuck. Margo was as shocked and horrified each time, and each time she began to enjoy her violation and came with like a roaring thunder. Her sheets were stained by her vaginal juices and Steven's cum.
The sun began to rise, as Steven panted like a dog. He was exhausted from his repeated violations. Margo rose from the bed, her hair a mess and clumped together from the copious amount of cum that stuck to it. Once again, she looked at her son with confusion and ignorance, oblivious to her degradation.
“Steven?” she asked. “What's going on?”
It went all red before Steven's eyes. A final straw snapped. Again, he heaved himself onto his mother, this time pushing her ass into the air and lining his cock up with her sphincter. With an enraged roar, her sodomized his mom, while his remaining cum began to squirt out from her pussy. But this time, as if controlled by an outside force, her took his hands and grasped onto Margo's throat.
Her terror was indescribable. Without an inkling of why, her own son not only raped her asshole, but also squeezed her throat shut. Margo couldn't breathe. The sensation was terrifying, yet highly arousing. While her tongue drooped from her mouth, releasing copious amounts of spittle, her eyes rolled into the back of her head. Everything became a haze, save for the rock had cock that plunged its way into her asshole.
“Give her back!” Steven snarled, as he squeezed his hands around Margo's throat even tighter.
Wrapped up in his rage, Steven was about to do the unthinkable when suddenly, he noticed a small drop of water hit his mother's face. Tears streamed from his eyes, when to his shock, Margo touched his face with her hand. A gleam in her eye shocked Steven to his core, as he believed that, just for a moment, he recognized the mother he'd lost.
Her heartbeat as she clenched her asshole on her son's cock, the pressure of which caused Steven to shoot another load of his cum straight into her bowels. She was about to pass out from lack of oxygen, when Steven released her. Margo violently coughed, gasping for air. Steven gave her the space to recover, gently stroking the back of her neck. Then, he suddenly took her into his arms.
“I'm so sorry,” he cried. “I'm so sorry. I...I just wanted you back. I'm so sorry.”
“Steven...why--,” Margo began, before changing her mind. “I never went anywhere. I'm right here. But...what is going on?”
“Can you hold me,” Steven pleaded. “Just for a little while? Just hold me?”
And that she did. Mother and son were locked in a sweet embrace. Steven sobbed bitter tears, while Margo soon forgot all about her son's attack. She wondered why they were naked, and why her throat and anus hurt so much. They were locked together, as the beams of the new day's sun hit their cum stained bodies.
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Kevin would be over in about fifteen minutes. Plenty of time to finish, Steven thought, as he pounded away inside his mother's mouth. His mom's sobs came through the slapping sound of his balls hitting her chin, her humiliation building up his orgasm even quicker than before.
“Fuck,” he groaned, as he pulled his cock out from her mouth.
A rope of cum shot out from his cock, hitting Margo straight in the eye. Another two shots followed, coating her face with sticky white semen. Margo wanted to wipe it from her face, but she was too slow. Steven had more to release, and it was exactly why he chose the shower as the setting for his morning violation.
“Drink this,” he groaned, as a stream of yellow piss expelled from his penis.
“Aaah! You dirty...how could you?” Margo shrieked, as piss stung her eyes and leaked into her mouth.
It was about a minute before Steven finally finished. He then turned on the shower, rinsed his defiled mother, then left her to her own devices. He got dressed and then headed downstairs, awaiting his 'guest'.
The doorbell rang. Steven ran up and opened the door and met the smiling face of his 'friend', Kevin.
“Hey, Bro. What's up?”
Steven gently closed the door, then, without a second though, swung his foot into Kevin's crotch. His friend wailed from the pain and dropped to the floor, grasping himself.
“That's for raping my mom and filming it, asshole,” Steven said.
He then walked to the kitchen and grabbed himself a glass of orange juice, whilst Kevin recuperated. It was about fifteen minutes later when Kevin finally found the strength to speak again.
“Steve, please, you gotta--,”
“There's no need to explain. What's done is done,” Steven sighed. “But I'll still need someone to watch my mother when I'm too busy.”
Kevin said nothing, stunned by the implication. “Really? After...after all I--?”
“Oh, I'm not finished. You might be tempted to continue your 'game', but if you ever do anything out of line again like piss in my mom's throat, I will see to it the cops will have a field day with you. That you can be sure of.”
Kevin gulped nervously.
“But whenever I am home, I--,” he began, when he suddenly thought of something else. “Here, let me show you what you'll be doing.”
Steven turned to the staircase and shouted up. “Hey mom, could you come down here?”
They waited for a moment for Margo to arrive. She strolled into the living room wearing a flowery summer dress that left very little of her bosom to the imagination.
“Hey boys,” she said in a chipper tune. “What's new?”
Steven walked up behind his mother and grasped her arms. He suddenly buries his face into her neck, while Kevin watched aghast.
“Honey? What are--?” Margo began, when her son suddenly pulled her breasts out from her dress. She shrieked, but Steven already put his hand over her mouth.
Kevin watched in shock as his friend dragged his own mother onto the couch, heaved her dress up to reveal her nether regions, then roughly removed her panties. Margo gasped in horror as her son spread her legs to present her pussy to the young man before her.
“This is how we do this,” Steven said. “You will ask for my permission, and if it's reasonable, then you can do it. But no more secret shit, understood?”
“Dude,” Kevin gasped.
“Understood?”
Kevin nodded.
“Good. Now then, pick a hole and get to it.”
“What?” Margo shrieked in shock.
“A--ass?” Kevin suggested.
“Go ahead,” Steven said.
Within seconds, Kevin dropped his pants and revealed his rigid hard-on. He ignored how sore he felt from the kick, and moved toward the couch stroking himself. Steven spread his mother's leg and pushed her ass upward, giving his friend the best angle to sodomize the milf in his arms.
“Please, no! Please! I beg--,” Margo protested, to no avail.
Then, without any effort, Kevin pushed his cock up Margo's ass. She gasped, as a jolt of delight shot through her body. For a moment, Margo felt like this was all eerily familiar. And for the first time in quite a while, she let it happen without a fight, enjoying the sensation of being fucked in the ass.
So began the next chapter in their lives.
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