Wincing with pain, Brenda undressed herself in the dark and slid very quietly into bed. Bobby was fast asleep. Her whole body ached – especially her ravaged pussy and ass – and she was sure she would lie awake all night, reliving the horror of the rape.
But in minutes, a heavy sleep overcame her, and she descended into a deep, calming well of silence. The next thing she knew, bright sunshine was coming in through the window. Bobby had drawn aside the covers and was gazing down at her bruised body, his forehead drawn together in a frown.
She stirred, and their eyes met.
"What happened?" Bobby demanded.
Brenda looked down numbly at the black and blue marks on her tits and thighs. Suddenly, the events of the night before flashed through her mind, and she had to use all of her self-control to keep from whimpering with remembered humiliation.
Bobby was waiting for an answer. She groped for some story that might ring true.
"I – uh – I had an accident on Pete Jenkins' motorcycle last night. You remember Pete, don't you?" Bobby shook his head, but Brenda continued. "Anyway, Pete stopped by last night with a brand new bike. Big engine. Lotsa power. Took me for a ride on it when I got off work." She looked closely at Bobby to see if he was buying it. "He went too fast, and we, uh, had a little accident. I got thrown into a ditch."
"Mom!" Bobby drew closer, concern written all over his face. Gingerly he reached out and touched the bruise just above Brenda's right nipple.
She winced, then smiled bravely. "I-I'll be all right, honey."
Bobby leaned over her and planted a gentle kiss on the bruise. "You used to do that for me when I hurt myself," he said.
A few bright tears started at the corners of Brenda's eyes. What a sweet boy he was!
"Is there anything I can do for you, Mom?"
"Well, let's see," she said, smiling at him. "You could draw me a nice warm bath, so I can soak away some of these aches and pain."
He was up and out of bed in a flash. In seconds, Brenda could hear the water splashing into the tub. And not a moment too soon, she thought. If he had kept kissing her, he could have smelled the sweat and jism and cunt cream that had dried on her from the night before.
She ran a hand experimentally between her cunt lips and up through her bush. Her pussy hair was matted with dried, flaky fuck juice, and her cunt flesh was sore and swollen. Even so, as soon as her finger pressed up against her clit, she felt an instantaneous surge of arousal.
A slave to her own irresistible desires, she pressed down once again on her clit, and a sharp stab of pleasure shot through her cunt.
"Uuuuuugh!" she groaned, closing her eyes, reliving in her mind the way the men had raped her, stabbing their thick, hard cocks into her cunt and ass and mouth.
Her pussy began to writhe with excitement, hot, bubbling pussy cream filling it, and she knew she'd have to bring herself off hard and fast before Bobby came back into the room.
She thrust first one, then two fingers up her cunt and began pistoning them in and out, panting softly as her lust built and built.
With her other hand, she rhythmically stroked her clit, teasing it to full, bloated arousal. It throbbed to the beat of her heart and was so sensitive that the slightest touch had her rolling on her ass, gasping with pleasure.
Within moments, she was on the verge of orgasm, and it was the sudden sensation of the water splashing into the tub and the certainty that Bobby would soon be returning that finally pushed Brenda over the edge.
"Aaaiiiie!" she cried as a great rush of pleasure washed over her.
She collapsed back onto the bed, the sudden release robbing her of her last ounce of energy.
A moment later, Bobby waked into the room, and Brenda slid her hand away from her pussy. She was deeply flushed and breathing hard.
"Your bath's ready," he said, eyeing her curiously.
She rubbed her eyes, catching the slightest whiff of pussy juice on her hand. "Thanks darling." Stretching, she stood up slowly.
Even bruised and battered, her naked body aroused Bobby. He looked her up and down, his gaze catching for a moment on a sparkling drop of pussy cream that hung from her cunt.
He led her to the bathroom, and as he walked before her, she watched with a combination of appreciation and lust as his firm, muscular ass cheeks moved.
Steam was rising from the tub. She stuck her toe in, checking for temperature. It was very warm, but that was how she liked it.
Slowly, she lowered herself into the tub, Bobby watching her every move.
"How is it?" he asked anxiously.
"Wonderful!" Brenda sighed. "The only thing I need now is just a little bath oil."
"You mean these?" Bobby picked up a clear plastic box filled with translucent colored balls.
"Yes, darling. Give me the green one." Bobby pulled one of the balls from the box and handed it to his mother. She let it drop into the water, and instantly it began to melt, releasing a strong, heady jasmine scent.
"Aaaaaah!" she sighed, closing her eyes and letting the heavenly aroma slide up her nostrils.
The odor had an effect on Bobby, too. He knelt down beside the tub and leaned over the fragrant water, breathing in the flowery scent.
He dipped his hand into the water and drew his fingers through it gently, creating little waves that lapped up around his mother's big tits.
"Mmmmm, that feels so nice," Brenda murmured, her eyelashes fluttering.
Encouraged, Bobby drew his hand up to his mother's tit. The bath bead had given the surface of the water a slick, oily film that clung to her smooth skin.
Bobby simply couldn't help himself. He rubbed his palm back and forth over her tit, loving the way the oil allowed his hand to move so easily over her flesh.
"Oooooh, Bobby, honey," Brenda sighed, opening her eyes. "That feels so gooooood!"
Bobby splashed her other tit, coating it with the sweet jasmine oil. Now he ran his fingers across the newly anointed flesh, groaning with arousal.
Brenda's nipples had grown long and hard. Playfully, Bobby grabbed them between his thumbs and index fingers and twisted them.
"Bobby!" Brenda gasped. She humped up at him, and her ass slid a few inches down the tub toward the spigot.
He twisted her nipples again and again, causing her to groan and hump some more. Pussy cream escaped from her cunt and floated to the surface of the water, blending with the jasmine oil and adding to its aroma.
Brenda wiggled her toes and slid from ass cheek to ass cheek. More pussy cream floated to the surface of the water. The heat was soaking into her bones and muscles, relaxing them, and the muscles in her pussy were tensing. Her boy's sweet, gentle touch was arousing her once again.
She craned her neck so she could see his crotch. Sure enough, his prick was fully erect, the balls pulled up tight under his cock root, as round and purple as a plum.
She pulled her hand from the water, and dripping wet, grabbed Bobby's prick at the root.
"Mom!" Bobby gasped, taken completely by surprise.
Brenda giggled softly, shimmying as the hot bath water seeped into her pussy. Lovingly she began jacking on her boy's prick, bringing her fist up over the wide prick head, then down to the root.
Bobby shuddered violently, his fingernails gouging Brenda's tender nipples.
"Huuuungh!" she groaned, as a twinge of excitement raced down her tits and settled in her churning cunt.
"Baby, ungh, I don't know, ungh, how much longer I can take this!" Her clit was vibrating with lust, her pulse was pounding in her chest.
"Let's fuck, Mom!" Bobby gasped. A stream of clear slick pre-cum slid from his piss-slit over Brenda's knuckles.
"Oh yes, baby!" Brenda let go of his prick and grabbed onto the rim of the tub. Then, like Venus rising from the sea, she stood up, shaking the water from her, her tits jiggling seductively, her body beaded with shining droplets.
She stepped from the tub, and leaning her back and ass against the tiled wall, hunkered down with knees bent, so her pussy was wide open at the very same height as her boy's throbbing prick.
"Jesus!" Bobby groaned as his eyes bored into the raw gash of her pussy.
He approached her, stepping between her slim, opened thighs. He grabbed his prick at the root and aimed the head at her dripping pussy hole. Then he thrust in.
"Auuuugh, Bobby!" Brenda gasped. She reached out for him, encircling him in her arms, pulling him in as close as she could.
His prick was jammed to the hilt in her pussy, his cock-hair pressed into her cunt-hair.
"Bobby, baby! Bobby!" Brenda called out. Her cunt had wrapped itself tight as a vise around his prick root. For several moments she held it fast. Then as the last of a wave of sharp sensations shot through her cunt and clit she loosened up a bit, and her cunt muscles began to undulate up and down his cock, first up the shaft toward his prick head, then down toward the thick root of his prick.
Bobby swallowed hard. His prick throbbed dangerously in Brenda's tight slick cunt. Another sudden grasping motion of her pussy, and he would come hard.
Brenda understood this, and with infinite patience she waited, holding her pussy muscles still, using all of her will power to quiet down the surging desire deep within her.
The crisis passed, and the look of urgency on Bobby's face faded. It was safe to begin fucking hard and deep. Playfully, Brenda tightened her cunt tunnel around Bobby's prick, and he groaned, responding instantly.
He rotated his ass, skewering into her cunt deep, then pulling out, only to plunge inside once again.
They were rocking and rolling now, and Bobby couldn't have stopped if his life depended on it. His mother teased and stroked, petted and pinched his prick with her amazing cunt.
All he could do was to ram her and ram her again. With each body-jarring stroke, Bobby was bringing them closer and closer to orgasm.
As the passion escalated, Brenda dug her fingernails into Bobby's back. Her thighs began to shake uncontrollably, and her tummy lurched and churned. It felt as if a snake were coiled in her belly, ready to spring.
Then, with one last violent thrust, Bobby brought them both off.
"Aw my God! Bobby!" Brenda cried out. She pulled him to her tight, so his chest crushed her tits. Tears flowed down her cheeks as she felt him pump a thick load of jizz deep in her cunt.
When he pulled his prick out of her pussy, still dripping with jizz, she slid her back the rest of the way down the wall, till her ass touched the fuzzy bathroom throw rug. Jizz and cunt cream spilled out of her pussy into a little pool on the rug.
"Man, that was good!" Bobby sighed. He slumped down beside his mother and patted her on the thigh.
"It certainly was!" Brenda replied. "And I'm feeling much, much better." It was as if the hard fast fuck with Bobby had completely wiped out the frightening experience of the night before.
Brenda felt light and pure and clean. She looked into the eager young face of her son and she was filled with such a deep sense of well-being that she laughed out loud.
"What's so funny?" Bobby asked, cocking his head.
"Nothing, baby. I'm just happier than I've been in years!"
"Me too, Mom." He leaned forward and kissed her warmly on the lips, and almost instantly, his prick began to quiver as a new rush of blood filled it.
"I'll be damned if I can keep up with you!" Brenda laughed. But the sight of her boy's hard prick always had an immediate effect on her, and soon enough she felt the familiar twinge of lust deep in her cunt.
With a mischievous glare in her eye, she crawled over to him and gently pressed her hand against his chest, indicating that he should lie down on the floor.
Bobby did as she wanted, and then she crawled toward his head, straddling his shoulders between her knees, so her pussy was positioned right over his face and she was facing his bulging prick.
She grabbed Bobby's prick by the root. Then she bent down and sucked the head into her mouth.
"Oooooooh!" Bobby groaned, humping excitedly.
Brenda swiped her tongue around and around the boy's knob, loving the feel of his prick meat rolling around in her mouth. Seductively, she shimmied her ass, so her moist, widespread pussy rotated right above his lips.
"Lick me, Bobby! Lick my cunt!"
Bobby hesitated, and Brenda, realizing that this was a first for him, decided to help him along. Gently she lowered her pussy right onto his mouth, careful to keep from crushing him by supporting most of her weight on her knees.
"It's okay, honey! Try it!"
She felt him shift beneath her. Then at last, Bobby stuck out his tongue and took an experimental swipe.
"Huuuuuugh!" Brenda shivered with excitement when she felt his raspy little tongue slide down her cunt.
Another moment passed, as if the boy were analyzing the newfound sensation. Brenda was about to ask him to lick her again, when his tongue slipped between her thick juicy cunt lips and stabbed into her pussy.
"Aaaaaie!" she cried, pressing her thighs against his cheeks. Her cunt clasped at his tongue, grabbing and squeezing it as if it were a vise.
But Bobby did not let the violence of her response stop him. Instead, he fucked into his mother's pussy with even more abandon, his tongue slicing through the sweet, buttery softness like a blade.
"Ungh, Bobby, Bobby, Bobby!" Brenda cried, tossing her head back, her lush blonde hair streaming down her back.
When Bobby responded by humping his groin into the air, his prick head bobbing menacingly, Brenda got the message. Once again, she leaned forward, grabbing his prick at the root, pressing her lips to the bulbous head.
As soon as she sucked his prick head into her mouth, he jerked violently, slamming his tongue into her pussy as far as it would go. Brenda groaned, her eyes rolling in their sockets as a powerful shudder of pleasure ran up her cunt.
She licked and sucked and stabbed at Bobby's prick head, then took in another two inches of his cock, till his knob pressed against the back of her throat.
Bobby winced and bucked, sucking hard an her wide open pussy, rotating his ass so that his prick head corkscrewed down her throat.
Now they were going at it in a fast, rhythmic whirl of passion – Brenda sliding her lips to the base of her boy's cock, Bobby pumping his tongue in and out of his mother's churning pussy.
Every nerve in her body strained toward release, and with one last slurping, downward thrust of her mouth on the boy's prick, Brenda suddenly came.
She could hear his muffled cries beneath her, and a split second after her own devastating come, Bobby shot a thick, hot wad of jizz down her throat.
She swallowed it down in great gulps, her body still shuddering and bumping as wave after wave of release rolled through her.
Carefully, she raised her pussy off Bobby's mouth and slung her left leg over his head, so she was kneeling beside him. She looked down at his bleary eyes and bruised mouth. The boy looked so ravaged that she couldn't help feeling guilty for treating him so roughly.
Gently, she stroked his forehead, pushing aside a stray red curl. "You okay, honey?"
Bobby smiled slowly, then reached out for her, "Okay? Are you kidding? That was – that was the greatest, Mom!" As he hugged her to him, Brenda could once again feel his cock stiffening into a steely rod.