After moving in with my mother's family, I had virtually stopped dating. My mother lived with my step-father and his two sons both older than me. One night I dreamt that I had been raped by someone and the dream seemed to be very long and very real. I awoke to find out that it was not a dream after all. I discover later that I was raped by my step-father, and he continued the assault during the day. This is a continuation of that story.
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One part of me knew that my molester could only have been someone from the family yet I could not believe that it would be my step-father. I had looked upon Albert as the father I never had ever since I was 16. At 23 I had moved in permanently with the family, and six months later I was being fucked by the one man I had trusted above all others.
When Albert had taken my blindfolds off as I sucked him, I realized that in the last 24 hours he had already taken my will to resist him. He had let me know who my master was only when he was fully sure that he had broken me.
Yet I still needed to learn that lesson in a number of ways.
After making me give him a blow job, Albert had again tied me up to the bed, spread-eagled. He left me alone then, for the better part of the afternoon.
I must've drifted off to sleep because the next memory I have of that day was to feel a couple of very soft lips on my cunt. The way I was tied up I couldn't see who it was just the top of her head, yes it was a woman.
There was only one other woman in the house other than me - Mom.
I wanted to scream, to cry out, to beg her to stop what she was doing to me. This was the first woman who had ever touched me sexually and it was my own Mother.
She cradled my head in her arms - just the way she did when I was a child, scared of monsters under my bed and I found the same comfort in her caress and kiss.
I could feel the hot tears running down from the side of my eyes...
And I was moaning. Once again, my body had betrayed me. I was unable to stop the assault on my senses. I was a slave to the needs of my body.
I was at the mercy of her tongue which was running around my pussy lips, going into every crevice, thrusting into my twat. I writhed in horror and ecstasy as I felt her lapping up the pussy juice flowing from my body, her tongue continued probing my cunt, going deeper and deeper with each thrust.
Then, her tongue found my erect clit and began flicking across it. She was working mercilessly on my clit taking it into her mouth, sucking on it, then releasing it, unmindful of my shaking body.
While her mouth worked on my glistening pussy, her hands found my breasts. She fondled them, teased them, pinched them sometimes softly and sometimes brutally.
My body began to shudder at the sensory overload when she pulled away and kissed me full on the mouth, giving me a taste of my own cum juice.
I sobbed uncontrollably as her tongue continued to explore my mouth.
"You'll be fine baby, don't fight it. This is for everyone's good" She whispered to me softly.
"I knew that he wanted you from the day he first saw you, but you were too young then, and at my age I cannot give him the pleasure he seeks. He is a good provider and a caring man and if this is all he asks of us, then it is but a small repayment."
Nooooo, I screamed. She wanted me to be her husband's sex slave in order to save her own marriage. Nevertheless, I didn't want her to leave me, but she did. She left me for Albert.
I wanted my nightmare to end, to hide somewhere, but it was already too late for me to save myself.
