Kathy Andrews: Coming with mom

"Did you get it all, the way we talked about?" his mother asked.

"I sure did, Mom, every damn scene, from when they tore your dress off to the way they held you down."

Carol turned to face the sprawled boys. "That's it, Mike," she said triumphantly. "It's all on film. You and your filthy friends tearing my dress off, holding me down and raping me against my will. I wonder if you'll ever call me again." She walked over to the boy, then spat into his face. "You know, Mike, it could have been fun, even for your bastard friends, if you had not been so damned rough and degrading with me. If you had not been in such a rush to show how macho you are, how well you can control a woman, you could have had all the pussy you

wanted. Me and my daughter. But you fucked up, didn't you, lover?"

"Shit," Mike said, looking up at her. "Why didn't you tell me?"

"Why should I?" Carol said. "You didn't have to act so fucking mean and macho, did you? You already had all the pussy you wanted from me without the tough shit. I would have gone along with all this, you know, if you had approached it a little differently."

"Aw, come on, Carol," he pleaded. "He was only having fun. You know I wouldn't hurt you."

"Liar!" she snarled. "You ever try anything with me again, or with my daughter, or even call me, I'll turn that movie film over to the authorities, and guess where your balls will be? Rape is a serious thing, you know."

She turned and followed her son and daughter to the door. Turning to look back at Mike, she impulsively lifted her skirt and shook her naked ass at him. "You could have had it anytime you wanted, lover."

With a slap on her naked ass, she walked from the locker room, hearing the giggles of her daughter and son…