Editor's note: this fictional work contains scenes of completely fictional mind control, rough, reluctant, dubiously consensual, consensually non-consensual (CNC), or non-consensual sex or scenarios.
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** Note: There may be some inferences to incest or family related subject matter. You have been warned.
This was a story related to me some years ago by a friend. She said it really happened but I have no way of verifying if it's actually true or just some fantasy that she had. Anyway, here it is....
19 year old Lisa Darcy lay tossing and turning in bed. She looked over at the clock which showed it was just past 1 in the early hours of the morning. The creaking of the bed in her mothers' room coupled with the moans she could hear were what was keeping her awake. A little intrigued but perhaps more nosey, she clambered out of bed and opened her door, listening. "Fuck me, oh God fuck me...yes..yess," her mother's passionate cries carried down the hallway. Lisa noticed that her mother's bedroom light was on and the door was slightly ajar. Curiosity got the better of her and she pattered quietly down the corridor to peek into her mother's room.
The sight that greeted her almost made her gasp aloud. Her mother was lying naked sideways across the bed with her ass on the edge with her legs splayed wide open. A tall, large built, black man was fucking her in earnest with his hands squeezing her mother's breasts. "I'm gonna cum.. oh God.. fuck me Jim..fuck me!" She heard her mother cry out. "Cum Tanya, cum on my cock. You've got a fine ass pussy." Jim replied as he fucked harder. Lisa watched as her mother mouthed off more obscenities and her body shook in pleasure. Lisa kept watching for a moment, her hand moving outside her nightie down to her crotch to cup her pussy.
Tanya kept thrashing on the bed as the black man fucked her faster. Lisa could hear the loud slapping of his cock slamming into her pussy. She watched a while longer before quickly realising that if the man looked up, she would be seen. With her heart beating fast, she quickly returned to her room and back to bed.
"Oh god...oh no...I can't believe I just saw my mother getting fucked." She said quietly to herself. Her heart was still beating and even worse, she felt a slickness between her thighs. "Get a grip Lisa," she said to herself. "You can't be getting turned on seeing your mother getting fucked! That's just gross."
As gross as she tried to tell herself it was, she couldn't help thinking about hot it was watching her mother getting fucked. It was also surprising to her how good her mother looked at 48 years of age. Shoulder length, flowing, black hair, a nice pair of tits held up by a 36D bra and more that enough curves around her hips. Lisa figured that was where she got her good looks from. She wasn't that different with dark brown hair and smaller tits housed in a 34C bra and of course a much flatter stomach and tighter legs. But if she looked as good as her mother did at 48, she knew she'd be pleased.
Lisa moved her hand under her thin, white, cotton panties to lightly trace around her pussy. She was damp but not wet and she resisted the temptation to play with herself. She listened again and the sounds had stopped. No more creaking and definitely no more moaning. Lisa lay in bed, trying to fall asleep but with the image of her mother getting fucked playing over and over in her head. As much as she tried to fight it, her hand started to slowly caress her slit.
Her reverie was interrupted as she heard her door opening. She sat up in bed abruptly. The black man that had just fucked her mother stood in her doorway, wearing nothing but a towel. "Like what you saw?" he asked. "You little spy!"
"I..I...wasn't..I didn't." Lisa stuttered.
The black man smiled. "I saw you watching. You didn't stay long, sure, but you saw enough. So I ask again, did you like what you saw?"
Lisa didn't answer but stared at the man for a minute. He was easily 6 ft tall, well built and toned and rather good looking too, in a Denzel Washington kind of way but much darker. She stopped staring and gathered her senses. "What are you doing in my room?" Lisa snapped back, still not answering the question but feeling emboldened. "I..I'll scream."
"You're mother's fast asleep. Out cold." The black man said. "I just came in to, shall we say, check up on you. I'm Jim by the way."
Lisa nodded, "I heard." She smiled weakly. "I'm fine. No need for you to check up on me. I really didn't mean to watch, I just couldn't sleep..and well.... I heard..." She said, softly, almost embarrassed to say she had watched.
"Tanya didn't tell me she had such a fine looking daughter." Jim said, moving to the bed and then sitting down at the edge. "How old are you?"
"N..Nineteen." Lisa replied, edging away slightly from Jim.
"And what's your name?" Jim pressed further.
"Lisa..I'm Lisa"
"Well, Lisa, you should know better than to spy on your mother. Especially when she's getting fucked." Jim said, emphasising the words spy and fuck.
"I said I was sorry." Lisa retorted, almost harshly. "She was just making so much noise."
"You don't make noise when you're getting fucked?" Jim grinned. "Please don't tell me you're a virgin."
"I am Not!" Lisa retorted almost angrily.
"Well then, that's good for both of us isn't it?" Jim responded, his hand moving to Lisa's thigh.
Lisa flinched at his touch. "Please... leave me alone....and didn't you just fuck my mom?"
"Yes, that I did. Guess that makes me a mother fucker." He smiled. "And this mother fucker can fuck again." His hands were lightly stroking her thighs now.
"Don't...Please..." Lisa whimpered, edging away.
"I think someone needs to be punished for spying." Jim said somewhat menacingly.
Lisa's hands instinctively moved up to cover her breasts. "I'll scream. I swear I'll scream." She said.
"I already told you, your mom's fast asleep." Jim smiled leeringly, as his fingers moved further up her thighs to the band of her panties. "And for the record, women almost always scream when I fuck them."
Lisa felt her heart skip a beat at his words.
"Wanna see what makes them scream?" He went on with a large grin. "Go on, pull the towel off and take a look."
Lisa shook her head. "No... just let me be. Please."
"You know you want to." Jim smiled, taking Lisa's hand and placing it against the edge of the towel.
He was right. She wanted to see it. She wanted to see it close up but she knew it wasn't quite right. Against her better judgement he tugged at the towel, pulling it off and revealing his cock.
Lisa stared at the semi erect cock, definitely not limp. It was thick and long and covered in white crust along its shaft. "Oh my god." Lisa exclaimed, involuntarily.
Jim smiled at her reaction. "May need a little help to get it to full size, but it's definitely awake."