Sally Simpson - With Bobby_s mom

"Ungh, no!" she said weakly, looking up at him with bleary eyes.

"Yessss!" he hissed, and he began fucking into her without delay.

Brenda seesawed in and out of consciousness, and each time she came to, she felt his thick prick head pounding at the very end of her cunt tunnel, sending a shattering series of thrills through her guts.

"No, no, no!" she groaned over and over, thrashing her head from side to side. He was going to make her come again, and it was the last thing she wanted from these filthy pigs.

But Joe was relentless. In and out he fucked his enormous cock, stirring up her cunt juices, sending overwhelming pangs of pleasure through her pussy and up her spine.

"Annie!" Brenda cried, pounding futilely at his chest with her little fists.

"Fuck you, bitch!" Joe cried at last, heaving into her, dumping a load of cum.

Brenda began sobbing as her orgasm ripped through her, giving her the searing pleasure that only a thick, powerful cock could bring her.

When Joe got up, wiping his prick with his shirt tail, he looked down at her, and shook his head in amazement. "You're a great fuck! Too bad we can't take you with us!"

By now, Dan and Bo had hitched up their pants and put on their shoes.

"What are we gonna do with her?" Bo asked.

"Leave her here," Dan answered.

"But if she goes to the police…"

"She won't go to the police, cause if she does…" He pantomimed the action of a knife slitting a throat, and Brenda shuddered.

They didn't have to worry. She was ashamed and humiliated about her own behavior, she'd never tell. "Please – I promise I won't tell anyone. Just-just let me go."

They opened the back of the truck, and pushed her out, then threw her uniform shoes after her. Her stockings had been ripped to shreds.

Then Dan climbed into the truck and started it and they drove away.

Brenda was too stunned to cry. She was beginning to feel all the aches and pains from their brutal treatment, and slowly and painfully she slipped into her uniform and shoes.

It was very dark, but she managed to make out several lights in the distance, and when she approached them, she realized she was on Concord Street. It was less than a mile back to the restaurant, and she decided she'd walk back and get the car. No one must know what had happened to her.

Wincing with pain, Brenda undressed herself in the dark and slid very quietly into bed. Bobby was fast asleep. Her whole body ached – especially her ravaged pussy and ass – and she was sure she would lie awake all night, reliving the horror of the rape.

But in minutes, a heavy sleep overcame her, and she descended into a deep, calming well of silence. The next thing she knew, bright sunshine was coming in through the window. Bobby had drawn aside the covers and was gazing down at her bruised body, his forehead drawn together in a frown.

She stirred, and their eyes met.

"What happened?" Bobby demanded.

Brenda looked down numbly at the black and blue marks on her tits and thighs. Suddenly, the events of the night before flashed through her mind, and she had to use all of her self-control to keep from whimpering with remembered humiliation.

Bobby was waiting for an answer. She groped for some story that might ring true.

"I – uh – I had an accident on Pete Jenkins' motorcycle last night. You remember Pete, don't you?" Bobby shook his head, but Brenda continued. "Anyway, Pete stopped by last night with a brand new bike. Big engine. Lotsa power. Took me for a ride on it when I got off work." She looked closely at Bobby to see if he was buying it. "He went too fast, and we, uh, had a little accident. I got thrown into a ditch."

"Mom!" Bobby drew closer, concern written all over his face. Gingerly he reached out and touched the bruise just above Brenda's right nipple.

She winced, then smiled bravely. "I-I'll be all right, honey."

Bobby leaned over her and planted a gentle kiss on the bruise. "You used to do that for me when I hurt myself," he said.

A few bright tears started at the corners of Brenda's eyes. What a sweet boy he was!

"Is there anything I can do for you, Mom?"

"Well, let's see," she said, smiling at him. "You could draw me a nice warm bath, so I can soak away some of these aches and pain."

He was up and out of bed in a flash. In seconds, Brenda could hear the water splashing into the tub. And not a moment too soon, she thought. If he had kept kissing her, he could have smelled the sweat and jism and cunt cream that had dried on her from the night before.

She ran a hand experimentally between her cunt lips and up through her bush. Her pussy hair was matted with dried, flaky fuck juice, and her cunt flesh was sore and swollen. Even so, as soon as her finger pressed up against her clit, she felt an instantaneous surge of arousal.

A slave to her own irresistible desires, she pressed down once again on her clit, and a sharp stab of pleasure shot through her cunt.

"Uuuuuugh!" she groaned, closing her eyes, reliving in her mind the way the men had raped her, stabbing their thick, hard cocks into her cunt and ass and mouth.

Her pussy began to writhe with excitement, hot, bubbling pussy cream filling it, and she knew she'd have to bring herself off hard and fast before Bobby came back into the room.

She thrust first one, then two fingers up her cunt and began pistoning them in and out, panting softly as her lust built and built.

With her other hand, she rhythmically stroked her clit, teasing it to full, bloated arousal. It throbbed to the beat of her heart and was so sensitive that the slightest touch had her rolling on her ass, gasping with pleasure.

Within moments, she was on the verge of orgasm, and it was the sudden sensation of the water splashing into the tub and the certainty that Bobby would soon be returning that finally pushed Brenda over the edge.

"Aaaiiiie!" she cried as a great rush of pleasure washed over her.

She collapsed back onto the bed, the sudden release robbing her of her last ounce of energy.

A moment later, Bobby waked into the room, and Brenda slid her hand away from her pussy. She was deeply flushed and breathing hard.

"Your bath's ready," he said, eyeing her curiously.

She rubbed her eyes, catching the slightest whiff of pussy juice on her hand. "Thanks darling." Stretching, she stood up slowly.

Even bruised and battered, her naked body aroused Bobby. He looked her up and down, his gaze catching for a moment on a sparkling drop of pussy cream that hung from her cunt.

He led her to the bathroom, and as he walked before her, she watched with a combination of appreciation and lust as his firm, muscular ass cheeks moved.

Steam was rising from the tub. She stuck her toe in, checking for temperature. It was very warm, but that was how she liked it.

Slowly, she lowered herself into the tub, Bobby watching her every move.

"How is it?" he asked anxiously.

"Wonderful!" Brenda sighed. "The only thing I need now is just a little bath oil."

"You mean these?" Bobby picked up a clear plastic box filled with translucent colored balls.

"Yes, darling. Give me the green one." Bobby pulled one of the balls from the box and handed it to his mother. She let it drop into the water, and instantly it began to melt, releasing a strong, heady jasmine scent.

"Aaaaaah!" she sighed, closing her eyes and letting the heavenly aroma slide up her nostrils.

The odor had an effect on Bobby, too. He knelt down beside the tub and leaned over the fragrant water, breathing in the flowery scent.

He dipped his hand into the water and drew his fingers through it gently, creating little waves that lapped up around his mother's big tits.

"Mmmmm, that feels so nice," Brenda murmured, her eyelashes fluttering.