Editor's note: this story contains scenes of non-consensual or reluctant sex.
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She had pissed me off for the last time. My mom was always saying or doing shit to embarrass or humiliate me, her one and only child, in front of my friends. It my last summer at home before I left for college and I'd had enough. It was time to knock her off her high horse and bring her down a notch or two.
I never understood why Dad put up with her. I mean, she's gorgeous, so there's that. Great big titties with incredible curves and legs that went straight to heaven. Her long blonde hair wrapped around a thin face with high cheekbones and piercing blue eyes. She was always telling people about how I ruined her body, although you couldn't tell it to look at her. Once we discovered girls, my buddies would always tell me what they'd like to do with and to Mom if they could get past her bullshit. But Dad was rich and successful. He could find any trophy wife. Maybe that's why they were still together, he didn't want to give her half of everything he had worked so hard for. Maybe she was a hell cat in the sack. I dunno.
Whatever the case was, it was time for a little payback. I devised a plan and found a partner in crime, which wasn't easy. I had to find somebody Mom wasn't familiar with. So I convinced my buddy Steve from the soccer team. He was a mischievous character anyway, and he knew my mom. It didn't take too much convincing. Dad was out of town for a few days, as usual, and Steve's parents were going to be in Europe for a couple of weeks. It was time to act.
Mom left the racquet club Tuesday at 5:30 just like she did every Tuesday. She looked hot as fuck, too, as usual. Her long blonde hair fell over a sheer white blouse that was tucked into a short, red pencil skirt. Matching red pumps adorned her feet. Every bit of it was designed to accentuate every luscious curve she had, and it worked.
She climbed into her black Mercedes and fired the engine. I was dressed completely in black, even wearing a black ski mask. I blended perfectly into the black leather interior. I slowly raised myself up from the backseat and pressed the unloaded revolver to her temple.
She nearly came out of her skin, then froze. The air left her body.
"Hello, Dana," I whispered into her ear.
"How...how...what do you want? Is it the car? Take it, it's yours," she said in a panicked voice.
"I don't want the fucking car," I said in a low, menacing growl. I needed to growl as much as I could. I wanted to disguise my voice and sound as menacing as possible. "It's you I want."
"Oh God! What...what do you want with me?! Oh God! Please...please don't hurt me!"
"Play nice and you won't get hurt. Don't play nice? Well, I can't make any promises," I whispered into her ear.
"Oh God! Please, please don't hurt me!" she whimpered. "I'll do...I'll do whatever you want."
"Good girl. Now drive."
"Drive? W-w-where to?"
We drove across town to the seedier side of town. I had her pull alongside the curb and park. Steve came bounding out of an abandoned building.
"Get out and get into the backseat with me. He'll drive," I commanded as Steve crossed in front of the car.
We opened our doors simultaneously and stepped into the deserted street. Steve, also wearing all black and a ski mask, slid into the driver's seat. Just as he did, Dana decided to make a break for it. She turned and began to run away from the car, her red high heels clacking on the pavement, whimpering the entire time.
It only took a few seconds for me to catch up with her. I grabbed her by the back of her long blonde hair and yanked her backwards. Her shoes flew off her feet as her body came to a sudden and painful halt. She cried out and grabbed my hands, trying to pry them off. Her feet scrambled trying to keep herself upright while I dragged her back to the car with her screaming the whole way.
I spun her around and threw her into the backseat. She bounced off the seat and slammed into the passenger side door. She quickly grabbed at the door handle and pulled...and pulled...and pulled. But Mercedes, in their concern for the safety of your children, wouldn't allow the back doors to open if the front doors were locked.
I threw myself into the backseat and landed on top her thrashing body. I slapped her across her head and face until she finally stopped flailing about and simply curled herself into a protective ball. I slammed the door shut and Steve stabbed the gas.
Mom and I were both panting. "I told you! Play nice and you won't get hurt! That little stunt isn't playing nice."
She was sobbing against the door. "I-I-I know. I-I-I'm sorry. Please...please don't hurt me."
I took a deep breath. "Fine," I said as my heart rate slowed. "C'mere, sit up. Sit up next to me."
She slowly sat upright and scooted closer to me. Her shoulders were raised up around her head as if I might strike her again. Her hair was no longer perfect. Her cheeks were red. Her eyes were filled with tears.
"You can make it up to me. Want to make it up to me?"
"O-o-okay. How?" she asked nervously.
"Take off your blouse," I growled.
"Take off...what?! Why?!"
"Just do it! Or do you want to get slapped around some more?"
"No! No. I-I-I'll do it," she sobbed. She slowly began to unbutton the blouse.
"Jesus Christ," I hissed. I turned to her, reached into the shirt, and ripped it open. She screamed as buttons flew into the front seat. I roughly yanked the shirt off her shoulders and down her arms.
"Fine! Fine! Okay!" she yelled. I leaned back over to my seat while she pulled the shirt the rest of the way off and tossed it aside. She wouldn't look at me. She just stared at the floor.
"Okay, the bra. C'mon, let's go! The bra!"
She paused for a moment then reached behind her. I could see Steve watching in the rearview mirror as she slid the straps down her arms. She paused before she pulled it completely off and threw it to the side to join her blouse. She quickly covered herself.
"C'mon, let's see 'em," I said as politely as I could.
She paused, still staring at the floor. Slowly, she peeled her hands away and placed them at her sides.
I stared for a moment. I'd seen her in skimpy little bikinis thousands of times. But never completely topless. Her tits were perfect! Any plastic surgeon would be proud to show these off as samples of his work. Round and firm and tan. The cold air conditioning of the Mercedes had her gumdrop-sized nipples pointing straight out.
"Fuck me," Steve groaned from the front seat.
Was that a hint of a grin on her face at his comment?
I thought to myself.
"Very, very nice," I said.
Seriousl?. Did I see the corner of her mouth just curl into a tiny grin?!
After a short pause, I reached over and roughly grabbed her tits with both hands. She gasped and her body tensed. She closed her eyes. I continued to paw and maul her tits. They were fabulous. I couldn't stand it anymore. I leaned in and took an erect nipple into my mouth. She gave another gasp and her head flew back slightly.
With each swirl of my tongue and pinch of her nipple I could feel her body unclench a little more. But there was a part of me that was getting tighter and harder. As much as I hated to, I finally pulled away from her chest. She gave a slight gasp when her exposed nipple hit the cold air.
She froze again when she saw me unzipping my pants. I yanked them down and out popped my thick beast. I had quite a reputation around the school with the ladies that I was quite proud of. Nine inches long and thick. Most girls gasped at first sight. Dana was no different. Her eyes grew wide and her mouth flew open. I looked at her with an evil grin while I grabbed it by its shaft.
"What...what...what are you doing?!" she asked, panic returning to her voice.
