M. Jacobs: Abused family

She had managed somehow to come through the ordeal with only a few scrapes and bruises, and some wounded pride. The boys had balled her for what had seemed like hours, each time fucking and sucking with wilder abandon. By the time the boys had finished with her she had been fucked in her mouth and cunt so many times that she was, sore. She had swallowed what had seemed like gallons of sperm and had taken gallons of it in her hot cunt. The boys had told her that they had never had a woman as fuck-hungry as she was. They had released her after hours of fucking without unduly harming her, partly, she thought, because she had given them exactly what they had wanted.

It hadn't been easy recovering from the shock and shame of the gang rape. She had been at her wits end for two weeks, seeing shadows lurking everywhere, ready to attack her and put her through hell again. Only after telling her sister about her ordeal and she finally recovered her senses. Wendy had been the perfect sister, comforting her and assuring her that she knew how disoriented she had to be after such an experience. She had offered Janet the use of her family's cabin in the woods for a few days of rest and recuperation.

Janet had gratefully accepted her sister's offer of the cabin. The real estate business had gotten awfully hard to concentrate on lately and she knew that she needed some rest. The woods about thirty miles south of Watsonville seemed the perfect place to get away from it all. Wendy had offered to go along for company, and Janet had almost accepted her offer. After all, it wouldn't be easy managing in a cabin in the middle of nowhere, especially since Janet didn't have much experience in roughing it. She had had to tell the family where she was going, however, and once the kids had found out about her five days in the woods they had all gotten their hearts set on going along too, to keep their mother out of harm's way, of course. Janet had eventually decided that she would feel more at home with her four loving children than out in the woods alone, and after all her sister had her own family to take care of. Her vacation wouldn't be exactly carefree with the four kids, but it would be a pleasant experience.

It was four hours before the station wagon turned into a dusty lane that led deep into the woods. The kids seemed to get more excited the deeper the shadows became. Janet had to admit that the peace and quiet that surrounded them was a calming influence on her nerves. Even the light seemed cool and relaxing. The air was fresher, cooler, sweeter smelling. She couldn't be farther from the scene of her recent rape at the hands of Mad Dog, Tony, and Rico. Perhaps with the darning influence of her surroundings she could forget them.

"How much farther is it, Mom?" Jack asked, his head out the window, looking up the road as far as he could.

"I'm not sure, Jack," Janet said, shaking thoughts of her ravishment from her mind. "Wendy said the cabin is about a mile into the woods. We should see a small lake first. The cabin is up on a hill in a clearing, just a stone's throw from the lake."

"Hope the fish are big!" Greg said excitedly.

"Aunt Wendy says there's a canoe in the shed, Greg!" Jack said. "That oughta be a lot of fun!"

"Hey, Terry, if you and Lynn are real nice to us we might take you for a canoe ride!" Greg said.

"You'd probably drown us!" Lynn laughed.

"Mother, is this going to be as bad as that camp-out we went on last year?" Terry asked. "I almost got eaten up by mosquitoes! And those awful spiders all over the place!"

"I think not, darling," Janet smiled. "We were in a tent then. The cabin is really quite nice. Wendy tells me it has all the comforts of home, except electricity of course. We have everything we need right here. In face I'm not sure we really needed to bring half of these things! Wendy always keeps the cabin well equipped. Of course it might be just a bit dusty. You and Lynn can help me take care of that!" Janet said.

"I sure hope we brought enough food!" Greg said, rubbing his belly. "I'm starved already!"

"It must be the country air, darling!" Janet laughed.

"We brought enough food to feed an army!" Lynn said.

"I hope so!" Terry said playfully. "Greg and Jack eat like horses!"

"There it is, Mom!" Greg said, pointing through a clearing in the trees to a shimmering lake.

The cabin sat atop a hill behind the lake. A path led down from the cabin to the shore of the lake. The woods behind the cabin seemed about to reclaim the cleared area around it at any time. Janet was struck by the wildness of the area, by the isolation of it. They were miles away from civilization, completely on their own. A shiver ran through her body, a shiver of some emotion she couldn't quite put her finger on, perhaps a shiver of fear.

Janet didn't find it particularly difficult to adjust to life in the wild. They found the cabin just as her sister had described it, well equipped, surprisingly roomy, and as comfortable as could be. The boys took to the woods like ducks to water, spending most of their time fishing, swimming and hiking. The girls seemed to be enjoying themselves too, although she knew that Lynn missed seeing her boy friend. She and Ted Evans were seeing a lot of each other lately. Lynn had even hinted that they should invite him along. Janet was quite open-minded about her children's love and sex lives, but having the boy in such close proximity to her daughter was a bit too much.

Janet sat on the rustic old porch in front of the cabin thinking about her children. They were growing up before her eyes. Already they were getting interested in the opposite sex. Jack had girls following him around like sheep. It was no wonder, she realized, that the girls found her son so attractive.

Janet had thought of her son's attractiveness before, but not in the way she found herself thinking of him now. She closed her eyes and imagined seeing him naked, imagined seeing him not only naked but sexually excited. She could see his well-muscled arms, his sculptured young chest, his long strong legs, his flat stomach, and, most excitingly of all, his big healthy cock.

Janet imagined watching his rod harden before her eyes. She saw the boy standing beside her bed, his big cock swelling more and more by the second. She saw his rod standing straight up between his fine young legs. His organ glistened in the light that beamed through the open window of her bedroom. A droplet of crystal-clear preseminal fluid oozed from the slit of his hardened dick as she watched him.

The horny mother had never in her life thought of her son as a sexual object. She didn't know exactly what made her think of the boy in that way all of a sudden, but she thought it might have had something to do with her wild fucking experience with three young boys. She had to admit that she had enjoyed the fuck the three hard-cocked young studs had given her. Whenever she recalled the experience her cunt moistened with desire. Now that she thought of her young son Jack, her twat began to steam with the same desire.

Jack would be so much gentler than the boys in the alley, so much more loving.

The way the girls chased him she knew that he would get all the experience a boy could want.

As she imagined watching her son standing before her in full erection, his dick dripping, she realized that she really wanted her son. She wanted to reach out and feel the balls that hung between his legs. She wanted to touch the hard shaft of her son's cock, wanted to wrap her loving fingers around it and stroke it up and down. She wanted to press her lips against the silky head of his prick. She wanted to suck the head of his member into her mouth and take it all the way down her hot wet throat.

Janet shivered with strange excitement. She was ashamed of feeling so hot for her son, but her desires were undeniable. He was so young and handsome, so capable, she knew, of satisfying the hunger for hot fucking that the three young studs had awakened in her. She imagined herself beckoning her son toward her, imagined herself luring him into her arms.