M Jacobs: Mom_s naughty urge

Terrified, Jessica beat the man's chest with her fists a few times and kicked at him, screaming all the while. After a few moments of intense struggling he let her go. She ran as fast as her feet could carry her, not daring to look behind her. She got only a few yards from the man when she found herself in the anus of another rough looking biker wearing a cycle jacket with the same colors.

"Lookin' for somebody, bitch?" the biker laughed deep in his throat.

Jessica remembered how her stomach sank when she looked quickly around her and saw at least a dozen men, all looking as if they wanted to fuck the piss out of her. They came toward her, their cocks sticking out of their pants, all hard and ready for her, ready to tear her apart with their enormous size. She looked toward the cabin and saw Toby standing in the doorway, his hands on his hips, stark naked with his hard cock rising in front of him.

"Bring her on in, men. We're gonna have ourselves some hot fuckin' fun tonight," he grinned.

The rest of her ordeal that night was almost too painful to remember. She had blotted out most of the events of that horrible event. She did remember that each of the dozen or so bikers fucked her one after the other until her cunt was numb. She remembered that they used her for the mast depraved sexual activities imaginable. She remembered being fucked in the ass while at the same time being fucked in the cunt and forced to suck a big thick cock. The men used her until they had used up all their considerable sexual energy. Jessica had passed out eventually. She assumed that the men had left her alone after she had lost consciousness, but she suspected that they were very capable of taking advantage of an unconscious girl too.

Ken, her future husband, had found her the next morning. He had stumbled onto her lying in a ditch while he had been hunting. He had taken her to his family's farm house and his mother had nursed her back to health. Jessica had begged them not to tell her parents what had happened to her. After a few days of tender loving care she was as good as new, at least physically.

It had taken months for her to recover from the terrible shock of her mass rape, Ken had fallen in love with her, but Jessica had had a great deal of difficulty responding to his love after her painful ordeal with the bikers. In time, however, she had been able to accept his feelings for her as genuine, and before long she had fallen in love with him completely. He had married her a short time later and had given her the love and understanding she needed to recover from her ordeal. Ken and Jessica had settled down and raised a family of three handsome boys – three boys that Jessica loved with all her heart.

Ken had been killed two years ago. The shock had been almost unbearable for Jessica. She had found her fears coming back again, the fears that had tortured her for so long after her rape at the hands of Toby and his biker friends. She knew that it was ridiculous to be afraid of men, but she was nonetheless. The only man she hadn't been afraid of after her terrible experience had been Ken, and now he was gone. Jessica now was faced with the need to get back into the swing of things after years of settled life with her husband. She knew that she would have to respond to men eventually. After all, she craved sex as much as she always had, and she craved it powerfully.

Now she was sitting next to a man who was willing and able to give her all the hot fucking she could take. She knew it and he knew it, but somehow she simply couldn't bring herself to accept his advances. Of course Dale knew nothing about her ordeal with the bikers and the emotional scars the experience had left. Nobody knew about the incident except Ken and his immediate family, all of whom were tight-lipped about the incident. Jessica wondered how Dale felt about her, especially since she had given him so much hot pussy in high school. She hoped he would understand that she wanted to warm up to him but couldn't. Somehow she didn't think he would ever really understand.

"Sure you won't change your mind, Jessica?" she heard Dale ask.

The sound of Dale's voice brought her out of her reverie. She looked down at his hand and found it up under her dress, his fingers only a short distance from the crotch of her panties. She wriggled away from and brushed his hand off her leg.

"I'm sorry, Dale," she said softly. "I just can't. Not yet."

"Okay, Jessica. I won't force anything on you, baby. You know me. But whenever you're ready you know that I'm waiting." Dale reluctantly took his hand off her leg.

"I think I'd better get home, Dale darling," she said, smiling up at the handsome man as warmly as she could under the circumstances.

"Sure you won't stay a little longer?" Dale asked.

"The boys are probably waiting for me, Dale," she smiled, thinking of her three boys.

"Come on, Jessica. I'll drive you home. My bed's sure gonna be cold tonight though!" Dale helped her to her feet and walked her to the door.

"Don't be silly, Dale," she laughed. "It's eighty degrees outside!"

"You know what I mean, baby!" he said, putting his arm around her waist and walking her to his car.

"I do indeed!" she said, squeezing his hand, knowing that she too had an empty bed waiting for her.

An empty bed wasn't the only thing that Jessica had waiting for her at home that night. She had her three sons, and her feelings for them had been bothering her lately, and for good reason.

Jessica had always loved her three handsome sons. How could she not? They were everything a woman could want in a family-handsome, athletic, bright, fun-loving and loyal sons who would warm the heart of any mother. The problem was that the three boys warmed more than her heart.

Jessica didn't know for certain when or why her love for Rob, Jon and Bob had changed from pure mother love to something more dangerous and taboo, but she did recognize that the change had taken place after Ken's death. It was almost as if her intense love for her husband, her sexual attachment to him, had been transferred to her three boys, the three boys who were Ken's own flesh and blood.

Jessica saw in Rob, Jon and Bob many of their father's qualities – qualities that she had always found irresistible. They were qualities that still made her pussy warm whenever she thought of them. Each of her sons seemed to have inherited enough from their father to stimulate her in a way that a mother dared not be stimulated by her sons.

Of course her sons had no idea that they were affecting their lovely mother so strangely. Jessica knew that they would never have guessed that her cunt was always warm and tingly whenever she was with them. Nobody would have been able to guess such a thing. She had never give it her boys any reason to suspect her of having lustful feelings for them, and she hoped never to give them reason to suspect. Still, there were times when she felt herself getting dangerously close to doing something unthinkable.

Often when she let her hand fall on one of her sons' strong legs in a casual loving caress she had the urge to let her warm hand move up his leg and rest over the bulge of his crotch. Often when she had occasion to kiss one of her sons she had the urge to kiss him more deeply and sensuously than a mother dared kiss her own son. Often when she had occasion to be with one of her sons when he was dressing or undressing she had the urge to throw herself at him and jump headlong into the whirlpool of incestuous love. She had caught herself just in time on more than one occasion. She was beginning to wonder how many more times she could catch herself before she let herself slip off the edge of depravity.

Dale drove Jessica home that night and waked her to the door. He wanted her to invite him in of course, perhaps to have one last try at getting into her pants, but she managed to resist his advances again. She did manage to summon up enough courage to kiss him goodnight. She watched him drive away, wondering what he was thinking about her strangely aloof behavior.