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Categories Fiction, Incest, Non-consensual sex, Rape

Author: satinshirt

Published: 05 February 2018

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I knew something was very wrong the moment I arrived home from school. As I reached into my pocket for my door key I noticed the front door was ajar. I pushed open the door and slowly entered the house cautiously. My first thought was that we had been burgled, and maybe the burglars were still inside, but there was no evidence of the door being forced open. I crept quietly into the house trying to be as silent as possible in case the intruders were still there. I did think of calling the police, what if I was wrong? I didn't want to look foolish and panic in case there was a simple explanation. Maybe my mum or sister had just left the front door ajar by accident, maybe there were no burglars and my over active imagination was getting the better of me.

As I crept silently through the house from room to room, everything seemed okay. Nothing was out of place and nothing obvious seemed to be missing. The house was unusually quiet for the time of day. Normally my mother would be in the kitchen preparing dinner for when me and my sister arrived home from school. Normally there would be music playing from the radio or the sound of the television being on, but today it was completely silent. There was no sign of my mum or any indication of a meal being prepared. Perhaps my mum had gone out in a hurry, and in her haste hadn't closed the front door properly?

I stood at the bottom of the stairs and listened out for any noise, again it was silent. I discarded my school bag and hung up my coat. I slowly crept upstairs still slightly cautious just in case an intruder had heard me arrive home and was hiding. I entered my bedroom and looked around, everything seemed okay, just as I had left it that morning. I looked at my own reflection in the mirror and shrugged to myself. I pulled my jumper off over my head and threw it on the bed. I removed my school tie and undid the top two buttons of my white school shirt, opening the collar. I kicked off my shoes and left them in the middle of the floor of my bedroom.

I had no idea where my mother was but everything seemed otherwise okay. I sneaked into my sister's bedroom to have a snoop around as I had done so many times before. My older sister didn't normally get home from college for at least another 45 minutes after I had arrived home. I especially liked to look through my sister's underwear draw, admiring the silky satin panties she liked to wear. I opened the wardrobe door and reached out to touch my sister's favourite red satin blouse. It was one of my favourites too, I loved seeing my sister wear the slinky red satin blouse. I loved the way the blouse shimmered and rippled on her. I often fantasied about playing with my sister's tits while she was wearing that lovely red satin blouse. On a couple of occasions I had taken it out of the laundry basket and tried it on, but I daren't take it out of my sister's wardrobe and try it on, in fear of creasing it and arousing suspicion.

My thoughts turned to my mother's satin lingerie, especially the lovely long satin full-slips she liked to wear under her dresses. I sometimes took them out of the laundry basket to admire them and feel the smooth silkiness of the fabric. I once crept downstairs to the bathroom during the night when everyone was asleep and took one of my mother's satin slips from the laundry basket. I took it back to my bedroom and tried it on, then I climbed into bed and went to sleep whilst still wearing it. In the morning I had to sneak it back into the laundry basket without getting caught.

As the house seemed to be deserted and this was one of those rear times I was at home alone, I decided to take my chances and sneak a peek at my mother's lingerie. My heart fluttered as I nervously crept along the hallway to my mother's bedroom. I knew I would be in so much trouble if I was ever caught, but I just couldn't resist the opportunity to sneak a peak at my mother's satin lingerie.

As I entered my mother's bedroom, the shock of what I saw hit me like a sledge hammer in the face. I stumbled backwards and tried to catch my breathe. My heart began to race, thumping hard against my chest and pounding in my ears. A huge lump grew in my throat silencing me as I tried to call out for help. I felt sick and my legs turned to jelly. I collapsed to the floor with utter shock. Eventually I managed to compose myself and pick myself up off the floor. I slowly walked towards my mother's bed. I was unable to speak as I was in complete shock at the sight which lay before me. My mother was blind folded, gagged and bound to her bed. Her arms were reaching out above her head and her wrists were tied to the head board. Her legs were spread wide apart and her ankles tied to the legs at the foot of the bed. My mother's silver satin blouse was torn open to the waistband of her black pleated skirt. Her slinky black satin full-slip was torn apart and her breasts were fully exposed. Her black silky bra had been cut off with a sharp knife and the remains lay on the bedroom floor. My mother's skirt and slip were bunched up around her waist exposing her neatly trimmed glistening pussy.

I'm not sure if my mother was aware of my presence as I stood there looking at her bound to her bed. My first instinct was to help my mother by untying her and releasing her from her restraints. As I stood open mouthed looking at my mum, in complete shock, it became apparent to me that she had been raped.

As much as I wanted to help my mother, I realised that my cock was growing hard at the sight of my mother laying helplessly tied to her bed. I felt somewhat ashamed at my own state of arousal at seeing my mother in this predicament. I looked at my watch, I knew I still had at least 30 minutes before my sister arrived home from college. I would never get such an opportunity like this again, and the temptation of seeing my pretty mum with her breasts and pussy exposed to me was just too much for me to resist. I quickly removed my school trousers and pulled down my pants. My cock was now rock hard and twitching with excitement at the thought of what I was about to do.

I climbed onto my mother's bed and placed the tip of my cock at the entrance to my mother's glistening pussy. She was still oozing cum out of her pussy from her previous fucking. This made it so much easier for me as I slid my cock deep inside my mother's cunt and began thrusting in and out. My mother struggled to get free pulling against the binds which held her wrists and ankles in place, as I thrust my cock in and out of her sopping wet pussy. Her screams were muffled by the gag tied around her mouth. Her previous assailants had used her own black silk knickers to stuff in her mouth and then tie them in place using one of her own stockings. I was thankful for the blindfold which was covering my mother's pretty brown eyes as I continued to fuck her pussy. What would she think of me if she knew her own son was raping her? It wasn't long before I shot my load of baby making cum deep inside my mother's pussy. I pulled my cock out of her pussy and wiped it clean on my mother's skirt.

I quickly got dressed, collected my school things together and left the house, leaving the front door ajar just as I had found it. I hid some distance down the road and waited for my sister to arrive home. I made up an excuse of having football try-outs after school to explain why I was later home then usual. I watched as my sister went to put her key in the lock, realising the front door was ajar, she cautiously entered.

How much time should I give my sister for her to find mum and raise the alarm? How long should I wait before returning home? I wasn't sure if I could act naturally so not to arouse any suspicion of my own misdoings. I needn't have worried though, within minutes of my sister entering the house, police cars were arriving with their sirens blaring. I ran along the road and tried to gain entry to my house, only to be stopped by the police and told I wasn't allowed in. No one would tell me what was happening and I pretended to act worried. One policeman took me away from the scene just as an ambulance arrived. I started to cry to make it all the more convincing. I wasn't allowed home that night, instead I had to spend the night with my aunt and her two pretty daughters. Still no one would tell me what had happened and everyone treated me like I was a small child.

As the weeks went by, things at home slowly returned to normal. It was obvious my mother was upset and withdrawn, but still no one would tell me what had happened, and no one suspected that I already knew. There was no mention of what happened in the news and no one was caught or prosecuted for raping my mum.

The boys in my year at school all referred to my mother as a milf and were jealous of me for having such an attractive mother and sister. They often teased me by making lewd comments and jokes about incest with my mother and sister. It was a few months after the rape, I overheard a conversation between a group of boys in my year at school. Three of the boys were bragging to a fourth boy, about how they had played truant that day. They had recognised my mother whilst she was out shopping and followed her home. They had tricked their way into our house by telling my mother they were my friends. They tied her up and each took turns to fuck my pretty mum. They had filmed the whole incident on their phones and threatened they would post the video on the internet if she ever told anyone. They were making plans to do the same thing again, but this time with my pretty sister. They were trying to recruit the fourth boy to join them.

Their secret was safe with me.

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