Frau Johanna Schneider knew so well that her 18-year old vanquished soldier son, Erich, did not lack the will to die in defense of her honor. Were it not for her intercession the young man would have been shot dead defending his mother from sexual assaults by the occupying Red Army soldiers. In an ideal setting the least the comely German woman would do in return to her son's valor was to put value to it. And that was, to carry on, albeit in vain, her determined resistance against continued sexual assaults on her womanhood. But, alas, it was not an ideal setting in that part of defeated Germany.
Frau Schneider gave in willingly and surrendered her body to, of all people, a frustrated Russian rapist, an enemy that her loving son fought in the battlefields of Berlin. Not that she really wanted it or had longed for it. It was just an undesirable consequence of the destruction of moral values caused by a brutal war.
In normal times it would be inconceivable for a German woman in the status of Frau Johanna Schneider to carry on an adulterous life let alone a deceitful one. The horrors of defeat from the wrong enemy had wiped out her moral upbringing and destroyed whatever remained of her probity and uprightness. Worse, she involuntarily became an instrument to the devastation of her soldier-son's sexuality and gentle upbringing.
From the time Erich was forced to witness the rape of his mother by a drunken, dirty and unwashed Red Army soldier his sexual fantasies went exclusively of her. The fantasies were against the rational part of him and he really felt bad about them. He tried mightily to totally get rid of the lewd thoughts but the forced visions of the rape, his mother's fierce struggle and the inevitable sexual conquest of her body would make his head spin.
Many a quiet night he would find himself lying in his bed with his hard cock wrapped in the silk of his mother's rape-torn panties with the images of her ravished body in his mind. Whenever he felt he could get away from it he would steal the over-the-knee, tight-fitting skirt that obscenely hanged around her waist as she was being raped, to jerk off in it and heighten his climax through the erotic touch of it and from his mother's scent on it.
The many booted visits to the Schneider home had turned Frau Schneider from a rape victim to a sexually active woman. The supposed Russian rapist, Nicolai, surprisingly turned out to be a wonderful young lover to her. His sexual intensity, appetite and staying power had opened her up in ways that no other man hitherto ever had.
The feeling of helpless climaxes rippling through her body as the Russian son-tied her to him and grasped her tight had absolutely turned out to be one of the super highlights of her existence. These and the other high points in her sexual relations with Nicolai would completely turn around Frau Schneider's relation with Erich as a mother.
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The rapes at the Schneider home had stopped, thanks to Nicolai, a young but powerful figure in the Red Army. The lull in sexual violence at the home provided a huge relief not only to Frau Schneider and to the older women living with her but also to her soldier-son Erich. It was, however, short lived at least for Erich as the young man was crushed to know that there was another man in his mother's life. Obviously, he knew that she was much too good a woman to indulge in consensual sex outside marriage and, worse, with an enemy.
One quiet night, while lying awake, Erich heard the front door of their house open then close. He got up, went out of his room to see who went in. It couldn't be any of his grandmothers as both were supposed to be fast asleep. Neither could it be his mother, or so he thought. What he saw burned an image into his young psyche that would last a lifetime. His mother had let Nicolai, his Russian enemy, come into their house at an ungodly hour. He had his arms around his mother and they were whispering quietly to each other in English.
"I can't wait any minute longer to have you," the Russian whispered as he tried to kiss the German woman.
"No Nick...we have to be careful, Erich might be awake," Frau Schneider quietly protested.
The Russian would not take no for an answer. His hand came up and cupped a breast in one hand as he devoured the German woman's neck.
"Nick, NO!," she scolded.
As they walked down the cellar, slowly and quietly, with arms around each others waist the lovers' mouths invariably locked together, tightly in a steaming kiss. With a pain in his chest Erich desperately watched his mother's mad kissing in the dark with an enemy. As they slowly disappeared from his view he quietly followed, moving into the shadows careful not to be seen. His heart was pounding hard in a combination of anger and fear. And that was, the fear of his body's reaction. Already, his cock was rock-hard and tenting his shorts.
As Erich peeked downstairs his mother and her Russian lover were kissing passionately. The exchange of kisses was torrid and searing hot. The Russian had opened Frau Schneider's blouse and covered her breast with a hand. He watched in the dark as the Russian played with her nipples making them hard like pencil erasers.
The seemingly non-stop kissing lasted until the German woman pulled her mouth away gasping for breath. The dark night would not conceal from Erich's view the Russian's head as it bent and sucked a nipple into his mouth. He heard his mother's breathy moan as she grasped the back of Nicolai's head pulling him closer into her heaving chest. Her eyes were closed and her face had turned contorted in lust.
"Oh my God!" she groaned, her excitement beyond control, causing her to ignore for a short moment the fear of getting caught. She didn't try to stop her lover when his hand reached down and pulled her skirt up, reaching for her pantied ass.
"I'll eat your body, the whole of you," his kisses going up to her neck and face
"Ohhhh Nick, I want it! But I feel afraid," she said breathlessly.
"Of what?" He was breathing on her ear.
"He could be watching us."
"Who cares?"
"I'm his mother...it will devastate him to see me with...ohhhhhhh!"
"Let's make him see his enemy fuck his mother to death."
"God NO! I can't... let it...aaahhhh!"
"Let him witness the passion of out mating. Let him see how his lily-white mother would jolt and shudder to an intense Jewish fuck."
"Nick...let's just talk and wait for him to sleep."
"Can't wait!
"Ohhhh! I can't allow him to see it!"
"I will!"
The twisting and grimacing of the two bodies inched into the darkness. Erich found it hard to admit to himself the frustration of losing view of the steaming love play....
The erotic sounds in the dark strengthened. The female voice was breathy but sounded discreet. Her moans soon increased in intensity, becoming more like heavy gasps as she was rasping out breathing assumed to be caused by the plunges of a lover's hard cock in and out of her. They continued to quicken until there was almost no pause between long, breathy sighs of what seemed a feeling of intense ecstasy.
"Oh, oh! Oh, my God, it's in me!"
"Can feel it?"
"Oh yesss, so deep, so deep," she moaned, almost delirious with pleasure as the Russian's hardened maleness pressed inside her German womb. Then she broke it off. Erich heard unintelligible words in quick succession, gaspy words that could only be stuttered by a woman being filled and fulfilled sexually. Within moments, the excited, audible breathing resumed. In ever voluminous urgency, her moans intensified until she began literally gasping in a soft, high-pitched breathing that only a woman lost in a rapturous sexual climax could do.
"Oh my God!" with pauses then "no don't...stop...!" She whispered so lowly that her listening son could scarcely hear her words. Erich had turned madly excited by his mother's hot utterances. He felt so sure she had never said those words to anyone, not even to her husband, his father, in the heat of passion.
"Ohhhh Nick, Nick," she chanted. She churned, increasing her tempo...
