J Bradley: Mom_s rape cure

Fay didn't moan. Boo grunted and blew again. Kermitt fell to his knees and sobbed.

"Sis! My sister! You let him fuck you! You promised me you wouldn't let him fuck you! God, I want to die, Fay! That was my asshole – all mine! You promised, Fay!"

Suzy clung to her brother, watching the fierce rape. She shivered. She wondered how she could ever have let her pussy twitch heatedly at the sight of that monstrous cock. She wondered what private hell her mother had gone through with it rammed and locked up her dainty little pussy – and in her small mouth!

Jody wasn't as awed as the rest of them. There was only one thing in his mind right then, and that was the.38 under his piled pants. Hell, he'd seen Boo fuck some broad before.

He'd been saddled with the big slob long enough. Boo had outlived his usefulness. When you dealt with drug smuggling, you needed an ape like Boo for protection.

But he'd defied Jody once too often. It was getting to be a strong habit, and it would get worse. There was only one thing to do about Boo.

Jody scrabbled for the gun. He held it in his fist. He went toward Boo and lifted it.

"No!" Suzy cried, wondering if she'd been the only one to see Jody's movements. They were all watching Boo and Fay – all except Captain Elsworth, and he wasn't in the circle of light any more, having finally slipped away during the fight.

Boo heard her cry. He lifted up and turned round and saw Jody. He grinned broadly, truly happy at last, now that he'd fucked Fay.

The smile left his face just as orange flame spurted from the end of the barrel and the night was filled with thunder.

Boo grunted. He blinked. He lifted his body off Fay, his wet prick sucking her asshole nearly inside out. He looked down at his belly.

"Jody, that bums!" he whined.

Jody shot him again, making him grunt.

"Jody, you're shooting me!" Boo whimpered, struggling to his feet, weaving slightly. "Awwwww, Jody – don't shoot me no more! I just wanted to fuck her awful bad, Jody!"

"Die, you fucking ape!" Jody gasped, backing away from him as Boo took one step and then another, blood oozing from the holes drilled through the layer upon layer of muscle and fat.

Jody squeezed off two more shots. The bullets whumped into Boo's heavy body, making him jerk and twist with the impact.

"Junk!" Jody cried, looking at the gun with total astonishment. "Goddamn peashooter junk!" He squeezed off the last two shots frantically, sending the lead pellets whizzing past the big target into the night.

Terror etched his face as Boo kept coming toward him. Then, just as Jody was about to turn and flee from the unkillable beast before him, Boo dropped heavily to his knees with a grunt.

"Awwww, Jody – I feel funny," he said. "Jody, help me – I don't feel good, Jody…"

He stopped talking. His mouth worked. He turned one way and then the other as if to get some explanation of what was happening to him. His eyes gazed. They dropped. He weaved forward and back and forward again, and then he fell like a log, back stiff, arms at his sides, right onto his face, his small features punching holes in the bed of sand.

Jody licked his lips and looked at Boo for a long moment. He took one step forward. He didn't trust Boo. Boo could be playing a game.

He heard a sound behind him and whirled around, half expecting to see Boo somehow loom from the darkness. Instead, he saw Captain Elsworth's leathery, bewhiskered face grimacing with the pain his twisted torso was giving him.

The twist came undone with speed and force of the arms swinging. Clutched tightly in the broad stubby hands was a lead-weighted fish belly. The end of it made a horizontal arc beginning behind the old man's back and ending with smashing brilliance at the side of Jody's head, and it was the last sensation Jody would ever know.

Kermitt sobbed hysterically, bobbing up and down over his sisters. His hands scooped under her body and lifted, hugging her to him. Her spine bent in a way it shouldn't have, and her head and arms flopped across his lap, and he yowled with an agonizing sound again.

After a long while, they watched him pick up his sister and carry her dangling body to their boat. They didn't stop him. They let him start up and go out into the night.

The engine was a distant gnat sound when they heard it stop. They waited a long time. They didn't hear it start up again.

Captain Elsworth sighed heavily. Matt wanted to help him, but he shook his head. "They need you in there, Son. Go aboard and wait. I'll manage all right."

Matt went aboard. He watched the old man laboriously drag bundle after bundle from the tent to the water's edge and cut it open and let the contents drift away on the tide. Then there were two more bundles. He pulled them into water that came to his waist. He didn't cut them open. He let them float and waded ashore, wincing and grimacing with effort, as if the pain were punishment enough for what he was doing.

He finally came aboard and started the engines and guided the boat through the shallow water. Matt looked back. The island was in the wash of the rising moon. It looked pure and clean again.

Tish came out of the cabin. She hugged her son, then looked into his face. "Take the wheel, Matt," she said softly.

Captain Elsworth didn't argue. He gave Matt the course and let Tish lead him into the cabin. Suzy came out. She shut the door behind her and sat in the seat close to her brother, their arms around one another.

After a time, they heard Captain Elsworth moan from the cabin. They heard their mother cunt a soft, breathy, shuddering sigh of release.

She came out of the cabin a short time later, stepping softly, a sweet smile on her face. The children looked at each other, knowing. She hugged and kissed them both, letting the clean, warm breeze blow through her hair.

"He's asleep now," she said, still smiling, content with life again.

"David!" Tish chirped happily. "What are you doing here! You're supposed to be in Miami!"

"Short meeting," he said, looking at his wife. He watched his children come into the cottage behind her, letting in the sunlight and then blocking it off again. "I thought you were out fishing this afternoon. Didn't you go? Oh, Tish – didn't you?"

She came up to him and curled her arms around his neck. She lifted her face and kissed his lips, pressing her body against his.

"We went," she said, smiling secretively.

"Well, did you catch anything?" he asked, eyeing her with puzzlement, looking over her shoulder to his children for help. They gave him none.

"Mm-hmm," she hummed, her eyes sparkling. "I caught myself."

"What?"

"Come here, darling, and I'll show you what I mean." She pulled him toward the bedroom. He grinned crookedly at his children but didn't argue.

He went inside. He turned round and saw her at the doorway.

"Later, children," she said to them. "Much later."

"Later, what?" David asked.

"You'll see, darling," she said, clicking the door shut.

Suzy and Matt stood outside. They looked at each other and smiled happily. "I can't stand it," Suzy whispered, tiptoeing to the door and putting her ear to it Matt followed her.

"Tish!" David gasped. "Oh, God – Tish! Honey, what happened? Oh, the hell with what happened! You beautiful angel, come here!"

The children listened. Matt pressed his stiffening cock against his sister's ass. She wriggled it against him and hummed softly.

"Tish!" their father gasped again. "Tish, I…"

"Do it, David! Up my ass! All the way, darling! Just for you! Just so you know it's finally over!"

"Tish!"

"Give me – oh, there! Push! Aahhh, yes! Push! Ahhhhgh!"

"My God! Ohhhh, honey, my God!"

"Ahhhhh, so quickly, David! Feel it squeeze? Oh, darling – darling! I'm going to come! God, I'm going to come! Flood my ass, David!"