The intrusive sound of the alarm clock woke me up at 8:30 in the morning. After washing up and having breakfast, I immediately drove back to that house. At about the beginning of 11, I was already ringing the doorbell. One of the guys opened it and let me inside after saying hello lazily. From the threshold I instantly heard familiar moans. “Well, there was no doubt about it,” – I thought and went to the sound. The moans could be heard coming from the guest room and I headed that way. As soon as I looked in there, the reasons for my mom’s moans became clear. She was standing against the wall on one leg, the other bound at the knee, her hands tied behind her back, her eyes blindfolded and her mouth taped shut. On top of all that, her hair was tied to a hook on the ceiling with a tight rope so mom couldn’t move away from the wall or reach down and let her leg rest. The blindfold was covered in tears and some of them were already trickling down her cheeks. Her mouth wasn’t taped so tightly that she couldn’t open it at all, so there were occasional pitiful and even distinct pleas to let her go. My mom’s leg was clearly starting to get tired, for she was bending it as far as she could and trying to change her position as little as possible, but the hair tied to the ceiling prevented her from doing so, holding her in place. I didn’t notice it right away, but her hair, face, stomach, and some other parts of her body were still covered in fresh cum, and it was actively dripping down her legs, obviously leaking out of her ass and vagina. “I hope they at least let her get a good night’s sleep, otherwise she won’t survive another day like this, much less several.”
Finding the little guy with my eyes, I walked over to him and asked:
– How long has she been standing like that?
– Is your heart aching for your mommy again? The bitch has only been like that for about 15 minutes.
– What’s she like that for?
– For all the fucking good things! Don’t bother me! I wanted to tie her up. If I want, I’ll leave her the fuck alone all day if you will bother me!
“He’s in a bad mood today,” – I thought, and was about to move away from him when the kid started talking again.
– Instead of standing there and annoying me, you better go and make your mom’s life harder. Get a vibrator, let the bitch twitch a little.
I took the vibrator and walked over to my mom who was still fidgeting. When she realized that someone had approached her, she immediately, in spite of her taped mouth, began actively begging to be let go, complaining that her leg was stiff and it was hard for her to stand. “I’m afraid, mommy, no one here is interested and you’re going to put up with all this until they get bored,” – I thought as I searched for the button to activate the vibrator. Once I found it, I turned it on the strongest mode. A distinctive aggressive and loud buzzing sound was heard. Hearing it, my mom started babbling something pitifully. One of the guys came over and removed the duct tape from her mouth.
– Please… don’t do anything,” mom said, – “I’m really struggling to stand… I’m begging you…
Before she could say anything else, I had already applied the vibrator to her vagina. Mom immediately started moaning frustratedly and pitifully, and began squirming harder, moving her foot and lifting her heel.
I didn’t remove the vibrator for a second, despite her pleas and entreaties, for 15 long minutes. When my mom orgasmed, though forcibly, her leg jerked and she started to fall, but the tight hair and the pain that followed made her strain her tired leg to the max again. Damn, I can’t describe how juicy her stretched thigh looked at that moment. However, even after that, I didn’t remove the intrusive vibrator. Mom, realizing that the torment was continuing, started begging again, but this time there was a lot more panic in her voice:
– I’m begging… please… I can’t take it anymore…
Ignoring her words, I held the device for another 5 minutes and only then put it away.
– And yet you still regret her, – Shotry said as I put the vibrator away and went back to it.
“‘Regretting her? She’s barely standing,” – I thought, deciding not to answer him. If I started to argue with him, I’m sure he’d add some other exhausting task for mom.
– Okay, untie her, – the kid said with a wave of his hand, -I’m sick of listening to that bitch whine.
As soon as mom was released and the blindfold was removed, she began to rub and knead her tired leg.
While mom was standing like that, the little guy shoved me in her direction and said loudly:
– We have another man here, we need to serve him too, bitch. Come on, open your mouth.
Although unexpected, but I was not going to refuse a free blowjob, so I confidently walked in the direction of my mom. Even though I was in my disguise, I tried not to look her in the face just in case, so she wouldn’t recognize me by my eyes. As I walked, mom looked at me with pitiful and still tear-wet eyes, but when I was close enough, she lowered her gaze and humiliatingly, without any commands, knelt down on her knees. “So that’s how it is then? Before, at least she waited for a command, so she was able to resist afterward. And now? It’s a shame, mom. Are you so intimidated by these kids here?” – I thought, watching my mom’s head align with my dick.
But she was in no hurry to unzip my zipper; I guess she was still proud enough to do that. So I had to slap her, ordering her to continue. Mom hesitated, but, suppressing her crying, she obediently began to undo the zipper of my pants. Soon I was slapping my cock against her cheeks and forehead. Mom sat down obediently and only occasionally wrinkled with disgust when my cock touched her face. When I put the tip of my device to her lips, mom opened her mouth, clearly reluctantly and overpowering herself. Compared to the first time I had tried her mouth, she sucked me better, although she did it through sheer force. From her mouth I moved a little farther down her throat. It was tight and wet, literally wrapped around my cock, but at the same time allowed it to move back and forth freely. Mom was choking and coughing, but I didn’t care anymore. I wrapped both hands around her head and shoved my cock faster and more aggressively each time. Every time, her throat tensed up, forming a bulge that I could tell how deep my cock was going into her throat. I’m sure mommy was feeling the full range of painful and nasty sensations as my or anyone else’s device was literally tightening on her poor throat.
About 5 minutes into this process, the doorbell rang. One of the guys went to open it and soon I heard a group of people moving down the hallway.
– The elders… Fuck, – the kid said in a whisper, but with obvious aggression.
And indeed, in a few seconds young men began to arrive in the room. Some I had seen yesterday, and some for the first time. There were nine of them at least.
– Here we are, – one of them said without any greeting, – Get out of here, kids, we have some business to do here.
He came over and shoved me away from my mom, not letting me finish what I had started. It was useless to resist and object, they almost immediately pounced on the frightened mom. One of them sat down behind her and put one arm completely around her neck, forcing mom up. While one was holding her, the others started shoving their fingers into her ass and vagina, another started pulling her nipples off. To keep mom from screaming too much, the guy holding her neck started pushing harder, and with his other hand he clamped her mouth shut. She resisted as much as she could and pushed them away, but nothing could save her anymore. These guys, in fact, had no power over her like the main guy, or at least not much, but mom was physically unable to oppose them, and they, in turn, took advantage of it, continuing to do whatever they wanted to her.
Before we were kicked out of the room, all I could see was a tear-filled, panicked look from one guy to the next, as my mom was quickly surrounded by the remaining boys who also began groping her.
Sitting in the next room, we could hear the mom being raped moaning, squealing and begging to be left alone. Just listening to what was going on was unbearable and we wanted to watch. Me, the kid and a couple of other guys went to the door of the living room. The door there was wooden and opaquely glazed at the top. Shorty said that a few of those panes could be taken out, saying that they weren’t holding tight enough as it was. He carefully poked the right panes with a knife and took them out. Because of the moans, none of the guys fucking mom heard anything.
They fucked her on the couch, crowded around it and took turns, either several at a time or one at a time, switching as soon as they finished the previous one.
There were two guys with her now, one scooting up her leg and the other fucking her. Mom’s pitiful moans and pleas only turned the rapist on more, causing him to move his torso more aggressively. When he cummed, they switched with the guy holding mom’s leg. Soon the second guy was also filling her uterus with his cum. The break mom had so assiduously asked for was out of the question. As soon as those two guys were gone, the next one pounced on mom. Rolling her over onto her stomach, he positioned himself on her ass. With two hands pressing mom into the couch, he began ramming her ass.
Mom moaned, and it didn’t take long for another flood of tears from the painful sensations she was experiencing. But even so, she continued to resist as best she could. Mom jerked her legs and tried to lift her own body by pushing off the couch with her hands, but the guy roughly and forcefully pressed her backwards, not giving her a chance. “I wonder if you keep resisting because you really believe you can get out or because the remnants of your pride won’t let you accept the fact that you’re being raped with impunity and willlessly expose your ass to them?”, – I thought as I watched another nameless guy pump his cum into mom’s ass. Next, several more guys took turns putting their cocks on her ass, filling it with cum.
After about 40 minutes of watching them, their actions began to seem monotonous to me: guys would come up, fuck mom in some position, and switch with the next guy. So I decided that I wouldn’t see anything else interesting, so I went back to room. But just about 20 minutes later my mom’s sharp scream made me jump up from my seat and rush back to the door. When I looked in, I saw several guys surrounding mommy, holding thin sticks that looked like twigs. Some of them yanked them sharply, making the sound of cutting air. Mom, trying to cover herself with her hands, slowly backed away from the wall, crying and begging the guys not to hurt her. There was a distinct red stripe on her left thigh, caused by a slap from one of those rods, which was obviously the reason I heard mom screaming. When my mom’s back was against the wall and there was nowhere to go, she was whipped several more times. Her thighs, sides and arms were spanked. Mom cried out with each blow, struggling to soften them at least a little with her hands.
– Hey what the fuck they were doing to her?
– That’s right, that’s what the bitch needed. Let her know her place, – said one of the boys who were watching.
“Why does she deserve it? How is this going to help her know her place? It seems like all these questions are in vain,” – I thought, not wanting to continue this dialog in any way.
– Get on all fours, bitch! Stick your tongue out and crawl, bitch! – one of the guys whipping her yelled at my mom.
When the blows stopped, mom, still covering herself with her hands, slowly knelt down, and then, looking at her tormentors, got on all fours with a sob. One of the guys came up to her at point-blank range, opening her mouth forcefully, he pushed his fingers in and grasped her tongue. As he started to pull it out he said:
– I don’t see your tongue sticking out, bitch.
Mom mooed something but obediently followed his fingers and stuck her tongue out. After slapping her, the kid stood up.
– Crawl! shouted the other.
After these words, there was the sound of the rod cutting through the air and a prolonged squeal from the mother as he whipped her ass with force. But in spite of everything, she, fighting a huge flood of tears, began to move her arms and legs, moving around the room. The guys were chasing her from corner to corner, swearing and insulting her, and about every 15-20 seconds a new whipping blow with a rod on some part of her body would come.
– Did they whip her to make her humiliate herself like that? – I asked the guys who saw the events before the guys took the rods.
– Yes. In the beginning one of them told her to kneel in front of him, and your mom resisted, but stood up and sucked him, and then all around. But then they told her to get on all fours and start crawling around the room. So she stubbornly and almost began to argue with them, saying that she was tired of it all, she had done enough for them and in general they had no right to treat her like that, – one of the guys answered me.
– What she fought for, she got what she got, arrogant bitch, – the little guy added viciously.
– So then they pulled these things out of wherever the hell they were and started beating her to make her obey. And then you saw the rest, – the first guy finished the story.
“Too bad I left, I missed that burst of pride from my mom. But I saw it fade away.”
For the next half hour, the guys non-stop made mom crawl in front of them, licking their balls, while beating her with the rods. Suddenly, at one point, one of the guys remembered the basement:
– Listen, can we throw her in the basement? – he addressed the others, – The little fucker has a lot of devices there.
Mom looked up in horror at the guy who made the suggestion. She didn’t even have time to beg, as she was already clamped in her mouth and picked up by several boys. We, of course, immediately ran away from the door and already from the kitchen heard how the panicked mooing mom was taken into the basement. Thankfully, the way of peeping at what was happening in the basement was already known. We quietly approached that very door and, just like last time, stared curiously into the openings.
By the time we peeked in, mom was already shackled in the ill-fated pranger and one of the guys was furiously ramming her throat. Admittedly, this time the stocks were lower to the ground, causing mom to kneel in them.
The other two stood behind mom and just as aggressively fingered her already fucked ass and vagina, while another guy was dragging the same anal hook to her. When mommy saw it, even through the tears caused by the cock being shoved in her throat, she started to make some panicked noises and tried to break free from the pads. The guy who was fucking her mouth slapped her a few times and then pushed his cock in as far as it would go, thus cutting off her oxygen so that mom couldn’t make those annoying noises he thought she was making. She didn’t even have a chance to choke before her throat was blocked and she was close to passing out. As soon as the guy pulled out his cock, mom immediately felt, literally, with fear, the painfully familiar sensation of something metal and long penetrating her ass. There was a long moan from mom, but the anal hook was already pushed in as far as it would go. It was then tied to the bars with rope so that mom couldn’t move anymore. Without a second’s hesitation, the cock of one of the boys was shoved into her vagina.
Her mouth was also idle for not long and it was also occupied by a cock.
– They’re not letting her breathe at all. Should we try to stop them? They will bring her so soon to unconsciousness, – I whispered to the little one.
– Yeah, your mommy’s in trouble, she’s got no luck. But there’s nothing I can do, I can’t fucking fight them. So she’s gonna have to take it.
I kept looking at him in silence.
– Come on, you feel sorry for her? As far as I found out from the chief, you yourself didn’t mind that your mom was considered a sperm bag by him, – said the kid with a sneer.
– But she hadn’t been fucked so hard and for such a long time before. Yes, she had been humiliated, whipped and raped, but not like she had been here.
– Well, it’s never too late to get new sensations and emotions. That’s what your mom’s getting. You better be glad, at least some variety in her boring daily life.
“I don’t think mom could have imagined in her darkest dreams that she’d be getting some diversity with this grueling rape and humiliation.” I won’t lie though, for the most part I was glad that mom was meeting more and more challenges making her life harder.
As we talked, the vagina-fucking guy was already actively filling mommy’s womb with his cum, and the mouth-fucker was literally feeding mom with it. Next came the next rotation and the new guy was soon attached to mom from behind, preparing his cock to let another portion of sperm into her uterus.
And seeing a new excited cock in front of her face, mom raised her crying eyes at the guy standing over her and, having suppressed crying and moaning because of her raped vagina, once again begged to be untouched and let her rest. But the answer was only a clamped nose and another deep cock shoved down her throat.
After another hour, some of the guys were even exhausted. What to speak of mom. When the last of them, having once again cum inside her, took their cocks out, mom just hung her head down, breathing heavily and spitting off the endless cum. The flow of semen out of her vagina was even greater and seemed like it would flow out of there endlessly.
After gathering the last of her strength, my mom first started to make some moaning noises, and then in a rather quiet voice she asked to be released. I don’t know why, but it made one of the guys really angry.
– You’re so fucking annoying! You naughty bitch! I’m going to teach you a lesson, – the guy slapped her cheeks painfully and yelled at mom.
Then he rummaged in a nearby bag and took out a gag and a blindfold. Mom mumbled something again, but the guy, holding her nose, roughly and harshly shoved the gag into her, fastening it very tightly on the strap at the back of her head. So tight that the gag had deepened and was now not just gagging her mouth, but stretching her cheeks a bit. Then spit somewhere near the bridge of her nose and blindfolded her. And finally he put clothespins on her nipples. Mom mooed pitifully and soon the mooing turned into unrestrained crying.
The guys were all heading for the exit. Before the kid and I made a run for it, I heard one of the guys talking to the other:
– Aren’t you too much for her? We ain’t done, but we should give her a break too.
– That bitch don’t need shit, let her stay like that. I’m sick of her whining, now she’s gonna have to put up with it, no rest.
“Who the fuck are you to decide that? The one in charge at least has some rights to do so. Arrogant asshole!”, – I thought with a distinct tinge of anger as we ran up the stairs.
When we got to the top, we went into the kitchen, where the guys from the basement soon piled in.
– You got something to eat, kid? – one of them said.
– Aren’t you guys leaving yet? – the kid asked.
– No, we want to use the bitch a little more. Where’d you get her, anyway? Is it someone you know?
– That’s his mom over there, – the kid said, pointing at me.
“Why the fuck did you tell them?!”, – not having any desire to communicate with them I thought.
– Whoa, that’s interesting.
With these words the guy sat down to me.
– I’m sorry, bro, that we burdened your mom.
– She’s not good for anything but storing cum anyway. You should consider that we loaded her for the intended purpose, – the second one joined the conversation.
Laughing, the first continued:
– And you don’t mind that we torture her in front of you?
– No. But I think you guys go a little overboard sometimes.
– Well, I think that you should behave with a piece of weak-willed meat as with a piece of weak-willed meat, I don’t see any overkill.
Yeah, these past few months have really made mom into a sex doll. But obviously neither I nor even the man in charge thought of her as a piece of meat. Otherwise, would he have gotten so angry when she refused to help him, for example? Even though she had to humiliate herself and let herself be raped, she showed a certain pride and willpower. And for some reason I didn’t like hearing it from that asshole. I’m sure if the boss had said that, I would hardly have reacted to it.
But I didn’t argue with him. First of all, he was older, and he was with his buddies, and secondly, my mom was a real captive, and I don’t know what they could do to her.
Remembering that now my mom, who had been raped for hours, was in the basement chained up with an anal hook in her ass, a gag in her mouth, clothespins on her nipples, and blindfolded, I tried to get the guys to release her. After all, I knew they’d be back soon to torture her again and she could use a little rest.
– Did you leave her down there in the basement? Why doesn’t she come out? – I asked a little playfully.
– Your mom? The bitch is fucked up, now she’s lying on the mattress, waiting for us.
“Bastard. And I can’t refute it, because I’d be guilty of peeking. I’m sorry, mommy, but you’re gonna have to take it again.”
The guys ate and drank and talked for 40 minutes. I wondered if they’d even forgotten about mom. After all, all that time she was in the basement, to put it mildly, not in the most comfortable position.
– Well, I suggest we continue, – one of the boys said at last.
All of them started to get up from their seats and merrily walked down to the basement. The guy sitting next to me clapped me on the shoulder and before standing up said:
– Sorry, but your mommy has to work again.
When they went down into the basement, the kid and I, after waiting a bit, immediately ran after them. Already on the approach to the door with holes I clearly heard very tired mom moans. Looking in, I saw her in the same unchanged position. She was moving her bent knees slightly from side to side, for they were beginning to ache from standing on them so long. She was also arching her back and wiggling her hips as best she could, for they were starting to get stiff, but the tightly crammed and roped anal hook, which by definition made her feel uncomfortable, was making her feel even more so with every movement. Her cheeks still showed traces of the huge stream of tears that had flowed out, but right now mom wasn’t crying, just moaning tiredly with each movement and her aching limbs.
– How are you, bitch? Have you had a rest? – the guy asked gloatingly.
After these words, he grabbed the anal hook and pulled it hard up and forward, in the direction of mom’s head. Mom immediately shrieked and started arching her back as hard as she could to get her ass at least a little more level with the new position of the hook.
– Come on, come on, arch your back, you could really use a workout, you’ve been sitting here too long.
At one moment mom tried to get up off her knees a little, to bend out more and minimize the pain she was experiencing, but the other two guys held her legs firmly back against the floor, and the guy pulling the hook pulled it even tighter. This brought on more squeals, moans, and another stream of endless tears.
After playing with the hook, it was finally pulled out, and the mother herself was released from the block. While she was being freed, some guys were chatting about something away from what was going on. Suddenly one of them headed straight for the door. The kid and I literally ran out of the basement and sat down in the kitchen. A few seconds later, the guy came in, too. Finding me with his eyes, he turned to me:
– Listen, you probably want to help your mom, right? You know, so we don’t hurt her?
– I didn’t say I wanted to help her. I was just pointing out that you’re very rude to her.
– All right, all right, you want us to be less rude to her?
– Yeah, I guess.
– Then come with me. You fulfill some conditions and we’ll stop.
With a shrug, I agreed and followed him down to the basement. There my mom stood surrounded by guys, no longer gagged but still blindfolded and with clothespins on her nipples. Without getting close to them, the guy who brought me in explained what my assignment was:
– Look, you don’t have to do anything special, your mom will do everything. However, the difficulty for you will be that if you get a hard-on during what is happening, you loudly and clearly announce to her that she does not get a break, accompanied by several slaps. You got it?
– I think so, – I said a little uncertainly.
The guy nodded and went to the others. Taking my mom under his arm, he and the others brought her closer to me. All the guys stood around us, and one stayed next to mom and grabbed her by the neck and asked:
– Do you want to get some rest, bitch?
– Yes, – mom answered clearly tired and with a little hesitation.
– Good. Now, right in front of you stands a man on whom your future fate will depend. You can’t see him, but it’s not so important. So get on your knees in front of him, bitch, and beg him to let you go.
Mom cursed quietly, clenching her fists and cheekbones. “Does she even still have the energy for that?” Then, pursing her lips she swallowed a heavy lump and, exhaling deeply and shakily, petulantly begged the guy to just let her go, referring to her fatigue.
– I’ve already told you everything. Your only chance is to convince this man, – the guy answered her.
He let go of her throat and shoved my mom even closer to me, literally a meter away. She twisted her head around a little fearfully, not realizing where she was now because of the bandage.
– He’s right in front of you, sit down and beg, – the guy shouted into her back.
Mom rubbed her wrists, reddened from the pads, in silence for a while longer. Soon, however, the silence was cut through by a cry. Mom lowered her hands and knelt down humiliatingly in front of me.
– Raise your head and beg! Hurry up! – the boy pushed her.
Mom slowly lifted her head, trying to stop crying so that she could at least speak. And then, with another deep and jerky sigh, she shamefully begged me to let her go.
I stood there and at first I didn’t know how to react. I had heard her beg for anything from guys many times, but never once had she begged me. Pretty soon I realized that I liked it. I liked that pitiful tone, the crying, the humiliating requests she had to make up as she went along. Even though she couldn’t see me, and therefore didn’t know she was talking to me, I liked the idea that it was me she was begging. “So humiliating, so shameful, but so … exciting,” – I thought. And then I realized that the device in my pants was starting to actively harden. Feeling my thoughts begin to jumble, I tried to stop myself, thinking about what I had agreed to this ‘challenge’ for in the first place. ” I need to release her, give her a little rest.” But almost instantly after that, a new thought hit me, “Do I really need to? Do I really want to help her that much? I mean, I like getting her fucked. Why the hell would I even think about helping her? I’ve dreamed of seeing her raped for so long.” I realized that I was no longer thinking with my head, but instead the swelling cockhead in my pants was thinking for me. But there was nothing I could do about it, and I probably didn’t really want to. With every word she said and every humiliating plea, my cock only got harder, and the horniness began to take out all my thoughts. And soon it was up, straining to the limit. It was clearly visible even through my pants. I looked at the guy who had offered me this deal. He just stood there with his hands together. When I looked back at my mom, I thought, “A deal is a deal, right? There’s nothing I can do about it anyway, I’ve lost.” Just before I opened my mouth to give my mom a crushing verdict, another thought, obviously caused by my clouded mind, flashed through my mind: “I’m so glad I lost.” Without even letting mom finish another embarrassing sentence, in a raised tone of voice I said:
– You can’t let that bitch breathe or rest! Get to work!
With these words I gave her several strong slaps, from which mom staggered and fell slightly on her side, resting one hand on the floor and holding her cheek with the other. Hearing my words, mom frightenedly began to say something like, “no, no, please.” But her words were drowned out by the howls of the guys who were satisfied with the verdict. They immediately swarmed over her, not even letting her get off her knees.
Apparently, in honor of the right decision, in their opinion, some of the guys parted in front of me, making a kind of corridor to my mom, and the guy sitting next to her forced her mouth open. I, of course, understood what I had to do and so I immediately pulled down my pants, shoving my overexcited cock right into that sexy open mouth.
Mom seemed to give up, ending her constant complaining and begging, she just gave a pitifully tired moan and sigh as she took my cock into her mouth. I could see her tiredness, I could see how forcefully she was doing everything, but I didn’t want to spare her, just not then, not at that moment. All I wanted at that moment was to finally cum in her hot throat and make her swallow every last drop.
I didn’t last long with this overexcitement and soon I was filling her throat with my seed. Mom coughed, choked and even pushed me away with her hands, but I pushed my cock in as far as it would go, all the way in until even the smallest trickle spurted inside her. There was so much cum that it instantly spurted out of her nose, making my mom gasp. And pulling my cock out, I clamped her chin so she couldn’t open her mouth and waited for her to swallow it all, listening to every sound of her tired throat pushing the hated cum into herself. Her face, blindfolded and cum running down the corners of her cheeks and out of her nose, I’ll remember for the rest of my life. One of the best views I’ve ever seen.
Finished, I stepped aside and the others immediately pounced on mom. Forcing her up, they took turns fucking her against the wall, mounting her in various positions.
Of course, she moaned, screamed and shrieked, but she only got really loud at times when some guy was pushing too hard and hurting her too much. The rest of the time her moans were tired and sometimes even obscenely quiet.
For another hour and a half, if not two, I watched a group of these guys gruelingly fuck my already exhausted mom. But whether it was the excitement still lingering or the fact that I couldn’t help her, I didn’t want to get her out of there.
By the end of the whole thing, mom couldn’t even sit up anymore. She just collapsed on the mattress, unable to move a finger. The guys, meanwhile, gathered themselves and came out of the basement, and I went with them. As they walked, one of them was pretty much telling someone about what had happened, moreover, calling him to come over here. Who was on the other end of the wire I didn’t know, but it made me a little tense at that moment. Without even saying goodbye, they opened the front door and vanished from the house.
When I walked into the kitchen, I was immediately approached by the kid:
– I see that you don’t really want to feel sorry for your mom now, you’ve stuffed her mouth.
I didn’t say anything and sat down nearby.
– Was she even alive in there? All I saw was her falling on the mattress.
– Of course she was alive. You saw the way they fucked her up. No wonder she’s exhausted.
– I wonder who gave them a direct order to, and I quote: “don’t let her breathe”?
– You think they’d stop if I told them to?
– Well, maybe they wouldn’t have been so rude. I can’t guarantee it, but you certainly turned them on more with what you said. I don’t give a fuck what they did or will do to your mom, I’m just curious why you didn’t stop them when you had the slightest chance. You were so eager to give her a break, weren’t you?
I remained silent, realizing that this was definitely not someone I’d want to tell that I’d only turned my mom’s rapists on harder because I’d gotten too overexcited by her simple pleas myself.
– Okay, we need to get her out of here, let her take a shower, or she’ll wet her mattress with cum, – the kid said.
He got up from his chair and headed to the basement with a few other guys sitting in the kitchen.
After 3 hours, mom had washed up and was sleeping in the basement right now. We sat in the kitchen watching TV and eating a meal. Barely had the little guy wanted to suggest we go and fuck the obviously rested mom when the doorbell rang again.
– Who the fuck else is there?! Go open the door, – the kid said to me.
I got up and headed into the hallway. Turning the lock, I opened the door. On the threshold stood a huge man about 45 years old, a fat hog of standard height, but as wide as a closet. Thinking he might have the wrong address, I wanted to inquire, but he beat me to it.
– I heard from my naughty boy that you have a free brothel here. So I came to check it out.
As I stepped back a little, I rounded my eyes, not knowing what to say, and a single thought ran through my mind: “I think you’re really fucked, mommy”.
