J Bradley: Mom_s rape cure

Suzy had seen her from the corner of her eye. The other one was bending her mother over the arm of the couch, belly down, making her naked, tight ass flare up and back.

He got between her legs and kicked them apart, listing his fat prick to hardness, staring down into the deep, shadowy cleft of her asscheeks.

Then he'd surged forward, aiming his cock toward Tish's pink-brown asshole Suzy remembered the way her mother's neck had stretched forward and her head had lifted.

She remembered the look of startled terror on her mother's face as the fat cock pushed in and in at the little hole and then popped through the tight anal ring and fucked up Tish's ass.

"Yaaaaaaagh!" her mother had screamed. That was when Suzy's mouth had become full of prick. Hard, throbbing, salty prick. The head slipped between her soft lips and filled her mouth.

The veins and bumps rippled over her tongue, and the swollen, velvety cockhead reached for the back of her throat, bumping there, nearly gagging her.

"Christ, what a tight asshole!" the man fucking her mother's ass cried.

"Ahhhhh, stop! You're killing me!" Tish screamed.

"Suck it, you young bitch – suck my cock!" the other growled at Suzy, cupping the back of her head, forcing her mouth on and off his prick, forcing her mouth to fuck him.

Suzy wriggled her fingertip in the depths of her virginal cunt and remembered it all vividly. Her head tossed back and forth. She couldn't keep her tongue from sliding between her soft, swollen lips as if it were the big prick fucking her there again.

She moaned and switched her ass over the bed. She remembered the way her mother's round asscheeks flattened and rounded again as the man's thighs banged against them with powerful thrusts.

She remembered the sucking sounds coming from her mother's ass as the fat prick fucked hi and out of it and pulled her pussylips open with each inward lunge.

She could taste the trickle of cum bursting through her senses once more, burning at the back of her throat, coating her tongue and lips and the roof of her mouth.

She remembered the grunt of satisfaction from the one pounding his hips against her mother's ass. Then the wail of her mother as she knew the explosion from his full prick was coming and was going to flood her dark, clinging ass tunnel.

"Oh, no-o-o!" Tish groaned, now sobbing. "Oh, God – God, no!"

"Here it comes, bitch! Right up your asshole! Get ready! Ahhh, that's it! Squeeze my prick tight! Ha-a-a, ya cunt! You're coming with me, ain'tcha?" he laughed wildly. "Like all that meat up your ass, don'tcha? Come! Come!"

"No-o-o!" Tish moaned, lifting her head, the sound nearly a bovine mooing. But there was a thrilled quality to the sound, and Suzy couldn't help turning her eyeballs to the side to watch.

Her mother's ass was shaking! Her pussylips were bloated and puffing down from the bottom of her crotch, and they were dripping with cunt honey!

"Mmmmmmm!" Suzy moaned in the back of her throat, unable to say any more because of the way her mouth was stuffed with draining, throbbing prick.

"Yaaaaaaagh!" Tish cried, her groan blending with the growl of completion from the man fucking her.

"Suck it up with your spasming asshole, bitch!" he yelled, jamming his thighs tightly against her asscheeks, his cock throbbing and jerking inside the dark tunnel.

Sperm hosed from his prick. It bolted up Tish's ass, flooding the soreness away. He fucked back and forth, and the motion made sperm bubble from the tiny hole and make sucking sounds of wetness in the room.

Suzy saw the whitish syrup run down her mother's crotch to her pussylips and cling to them. She could see her mother's cunt mouth sucking and spasming as she came in spite of herself, and Suzy felt her own pussy and asshole tingle unbearably.

Then her attention went from her mother's spasming body to the feel of the bucking cock in her mouth. She felt the glans swell and throb at the back of her throat. She felt the stretch of hard prick in her mouth, the bumping of hard balls against her chin.

Then it came. Bolting, jetting, hosing – flooding her mouth, searing the back of her throat, filling her emotions with dizzying jolts of lewdness.

"Arrrrgh, drink it! Every fuckin' drop, baby! Ahhhhh, what a cocksucker!"

He grabbed the back of her head and mashed her face against his abdomen. His prick fucked into the back of her throat, going around some kind of corner there, and she felt the throbs of jism bolt straight into her belly.

"Ahhhhh, Suzy! My daughter! Ohhhhh, don't do that to my daughter!" Tish cried, over and over.

"Shut up, bitch, or I'll do it to you!" the man growled, jabbing his fat cock up her ass with punishing lunges.

He pulled his prick out. Sperm dangled from the end of it and smeared over Tish's asscheeks. He pushed down at the middle of her back and held her flailing body there. He put his fingers on her pussy mouth and spread the lips wide, cackling over the wetness seeping from her hot hole.

He began to aim his cock and fuck her there while Tish screamed with outrage, as if it would be worse to have her cunt raped than her asshole.

Suzy felt the drained cock slip back up her throat and from between her compressed lips, and she tasted the pungent sap that drained onto her tongue.

That was when the door opened. That was when Matt and her father came in from their Friday-night shopping at the hardware store. Her father had a gallon bucket of paint in his hand.

Matt had a roller with a broom handle attachment. The two men looked around. David swung the gallon bucket. The side buckled against the ass-fucker's head. The lid flew off, and thick paint flew in huge gouts over the man, over Tish, the couch, the rug and walls and David himself.

Matt made a baseball bat of the roller handle and whacked the other one on the side of his skull. The stick cracked in half and flew into a lamp, crashing it to the floor. The man grunted and crumpled where he stood, his prick wobbling and still draining sperm, the stuff trailing over Suzy's swollen lip and naked tits as he went down.

Suzy tossed her head on the bed and shook that part of the memory from her mind. She backed up and saw the cum bubbling from her mother's asshole again.

She tasted the wads of it bolting into her mouth and could nearly feel the throbs of the ejaculating cock once more. She remembered the sight of the drooling prickhead nudging into the hot, slippery folds of her mother's spasming pussy, and she wriggled her finger in her cunt one more time and came violently.

"Ah! Ahhhhhgh! Ohhhhh, God!" she cried tightly.

Her hips arched and shook. Her asscheeks clenched. Her pussy spasmed and pulsed around her finger, and she imagined it was his cock bucking and jerking there instead of in her mouth this time.

Her legs quivered along the bed as she came hard. Her hand squeezed her cunt tightly, and her finger stretched as far through the hole in her cherry as she could make it reach.

She nearly blacked out with the intensity of it. She heard a buzzing sound that grew loud and then faded again. When it was finally gone, she slipped her finger from her tingling pussy mouth and felt the wetness of her honey streak along her thigh.

Like sperm, she thought.

She twisted her head to the side and groaned with shame. She had come very hard. She shouldn't have come at all. She should have been horrified by the memory, just the way her mother was.

Just as she'd done a few moments ago on the beach, her mother went frantic with the memory. On one level, Suzy could understand why her mother did that. But on another level, she wasn't so certain why.

Tish had come. She'd orgasmed wildly. A decent woman wasn't supposed to come when she was being raped up her ass, but Tish had done just that. There wasn't any doubt of it in Suzy's mind, and she had to wonder if that was what terrified her mother so – the knowledge that she had been so shamefully indecent.