Forced by a Stranger

Authors note: This is my first story in a number of years and my very first in the incest genre. Although I harbor similar fantasies, this story is a work of fiction. I would like to give a special shout out (thanks) to SexyGeek for providing his invaluable input.

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As I stepped out of the shower and began to towel off, I couldn't help but smile seeing the sunlight shining through the large window of my master bathroom. After I had changed into my favorite pair of blue jeans and a comfy black t-shirt, I opened the plantation shutters and paused momentarily to admire the clear blue sky.

"Aahh...what a beautiful day," I said to myself.

Just as the local weatherman predicted, this Wednesday in early October was shaping up to be a perfect fall day. Knowing all too well that there wouldn't be many more days like this before Old Man Winter reared his ugly head, I had texted my assistant the night before and informed her that I would be taking the day off to go for a much needed ride on my Harley.

A few moments later I happened to glance down at my iPhone as I was brushing my teeth and noticed that it was already 9:30am. Even though I was off work that day I still had a schedule to follow so I quickly rinsed my mouth out and made my way to the garage, stopping only to grab my black leather jacket from the hall closet.

Entering the garage I couldn't help but admire how brightly my steel horse sparkled from the cleaning and detailing I had given her the night before. As I slung my right leg over the soft leather seat and pressed the ignition switch, I listened with pleasure as my baby roared to life. Moments later I was heading down the highway with the wind blowing through my wavy black hair. Other than sex, there is nothing else I enjoy more than riding my motorcycle.

After getting caught in a bit of expressway traffic, I was finally able to relax as I crossed the border from Ohio into Kentucky and turned onto one of my favorite two-lane roads. This particular road is very scenic and follows the windy path of the Ohio River as it snakes many miles south into the hills of southwest Kentucky. Although this was one of my favorite places to ride and I had traveled this specific route many times before, I knew today's journey would be cut short due to the fact I had promised my mother that I pay her a visit before two o'clock. She had been asking me to stop by and look at her laptop computer for nearly two weeks but today was the first opportunity I had to do so due to a rather chaotic work schedule. Although I could have kept riding for hours, as soon as I reached a certain point I knew that it was time to turn around. I was able to avoid any traffic on the ride back and wound up pulling into their driveway a little sooner than promised.

My parents live about 30 minutes east of downtown Cincinnati in a two-story farm home that was built in the late 1800's by a family of wealthy German dairy farmers. To provide a bit of a visual, their home is a fairly large traditional brick nestled among a densely forested four acre lot. As you turn off of the old county highway and into their property the first thing you notice is a long, tree-lined drive. Their driveway is approximately 100 yards long and snakes its way from the street to the rear of their home at a detached three-car garage.

After parking my bike in the driveway behind the house, I proceeded to climb the tall wooden staircase leading to an enormous two-tiered deck. Just as I reached the top of the staircase the rustic aluminum storm door squeaked opened and Mom appeared.

"Hey sweetie," she said, greeting me warmly with a hug.

"Hey Mom," I said as we embraced. "Were you waiting impatiently by the door for me or what?"

"Ha ha. Funny, "she said sarcastically. "No, I was actually upstairs changing when I heard a loud motorcycle barreling down my driveway!"

We both laughed at her comment.

As I shut the door behind us, I'm ashamed to say that I couldn't help but stare at Mom's magnificent ass as it swayed in front of me. Believe it or not, even though she was fifty-six years old at the time, Mom still had a great body and didn't look a day over 45. Although she is beautiful and has been blessed with a naturally tall and thin body, Mom's best asset has always been her butt. As a matter of fact, if I'm being totally honest I have to admit that I've been obsessed with Mom's ass since I was a teenager. Even though she has a thin frame and is somewhat flat chested, Mom's hips are fairly wide and her butt has just enough padding that she doesn't look too skinny. The thing I like most about her butt however is the fact that there is a large gap between her legs when she walks or bends over.

As I took a seat on the large leather sofa, Mom walked into the kitchen and asked if she could get me anything to eat or drink.

"I'd love a beer," I said teasingly, knowing that my parents didn't keep alcohol in the house. "I'm parched."

You can imagine my surprise when she returned a few seconds later with a bottle of my favorite beer and a frosty mug.

Mom couldn't help but notice the perplexed look on my face as she sat the beer down beside me.

"You and your brother left a few of these in fridge when you were here on Labor Day," she said.

"Oh, okay. Gotcha."

As I poured the beer into the mug I asked, "Aren't you going to join me?"

"It's a little early in the day for that, don't ya think?"

"Nope. Not at all," I said as I took my first swig of ice cold beer.

"Besides, you know I don't drink beer."

"I know. I was just teasing." I said.

"But," she said after a short pause, "If you twist my arm hard enough you might be able to talk me into having a glass of wine."

"Since when do you keep wine around the house?" I asked.

"Since your sister left some in my fridge earlier in the week," she quipped.

Without saying a word, I got up and went into the kitchen. As I opened the refrigerator door and removed the half empty bottle of red wine, Mom called out, "I was only kidding, Rob."

Pretending not to hear her, I poured a glass of wine before walking back into the family room. Taking a seat next to her on the couch, I handed Mom the wine glass and then held out my mug so we could make a toast.

As our glasses clinked together Mom asked, "And what exactly are we toasting to?"

"To you," I said. "The best mother a guy could ask for."

"Oh, aren't you being a sweet little brown-noser?" she teased as she took her first sip of wine. "Let me guess, do you need to borrow money or something?"

"You know better than that," I said.

"I know. I was just giving you a hard time," she replied.

"By the way, where's Dad?" I asked.

Although I knew exactly where my father was I asked the question anyway.

"What day is it?" She asked.

"Uummm, Wednesday," I answered.

"And what does your father do every Wednesday?"

"Oh...that's right. He's playing golf."

Since retiring from the military a few years earlier my father had played golf nearly every Wednesday with a group of friends. Afterwards they always went out for cocktails and dinner.

"Yep," she said. "He won't be home until at least 9 or 10."

Mom and I continued to make casual conversation for the next half hour or so until I finally asked about her computer.

"Oh yeah, that's right," Mom said as she stood up and walked over to the small corner desk where she kept her laptop.

Handing me the laptop she said, "Your Aunt Carolyn sent me an email a week or two ago and I'm not able to open the link she attached to the message."

"Uumm, isn't this the same issue you had a few months ago?" I asked as I opened up the computer and waited for it to boot up.

"Yeah, I know," she admitted. "But you know I'm computer illiterate and I honestly couldn't remember what you did before to fix the problem."

"Yeah, sure," I teased. "You probably just made this up so you would have an excuse to see me."

Mom just smiled and said, "Whatever."

As soon as the computer booted up I clicked on her email account and was asked for a password.

"RobertW1969," she said.

"Hmmmm...that's me!" I said proudly.

"Yeah, but don't go getting a big head or anything," she teased.

As I entered the password I instinctively looked at my watch and saw that it was almost 2:30pm.

"Do you have somewhere to be?" Mom asked.

"No, not at all," I replied casually as I opened my aunt's email. "Just a habit I guess."

I was lying.

Mom watched closely as I scrolled to the bottom of the page where the web-link was located. It really wasn't a link though, it was simply a web address that my aunt had copied and pasted into her email.

"Most of the time when someone sends me a link to a website there is a line under it and all I have to do is click on it," she said. "But this one isn't like that."

"Yeah, this is exactly like the one you had trouble with before," I said teasingly.

"I know...I know," she answered.

"It's not a problem," I said. "But watch what I do this time so you'll know how to open it next time."

I highlighted the web address, right clicked the mouse, hit the copy button, pasted the info into her web browser, and then hit enter. When the website appeared Mom reached over and squeezed my upper arm in appreciation.

"Hmmmm, someone has been working out," she said.

"Uuuhhh, yeah," I quipped sarcastically. "I've only been working out for the last twenty years or so. I'm glad you finally noticed."

"I'm just teasing sweetie. You need to lighten up and quit being so touchy."

After a brief pause Mom said, "Anyway, thanks for making a special trip just to help out your old mother."

"It's not a big deal," I said. "I'm glad I could help."

Staring at the computer screen I laughed seeing that the link my aunt had sent was basically a website full of jokes about men, predominantly about men's erectile issues.

"Interesting," I teased.

"Oh stop it," Mom said as she pinched my arm. "You know how silly your aunt can be."

"Should I be reading anything into this?" I asked playfully.

"Uhh, no. And besides, that wouldn't be any of your business anyway, would it?"

As soon as those words were out of her mouth there was a loud knock at the front door.

"Who in the heck could that be?" Mom said aloud as she rose from the sofa and began walking towards the front of the house. "I'll be right back, sweetie."

Once again I couldn't help but watch her beautiful ass move from side to side as she walked away.

"Am I a pervert or what?" I asked myself.

As Mom moved closer to the entry way, I leaned forward in an effort to continue ogling her, but as she started to open the large wooden door my eyes were drawn up from her butt to try and get a glimpse of the person at the door. From my vantage point all I could see was what appeared to be a delivery man dressed in a brown shirt and matching shorts. Although I couldn't hear what was being said, as Mom and the delivery guy started to talk I sat back and waited for her to return. You can imagine my surprise a few seconds later when Mom called out, "Rob...would you come in here please."

"Uumm, sure," I grumbled.

Just about the time I stood up I heard the front door shut and the unmistakable sound of a man's voice coming from the other room.

"Is everything okay?" I asked.

I had only taken a step or two before I saw Mom walking towards me. I could tell by the look on her face that something wasn't right and was surprised when I saw the rather large man behind her.

"Is everything alright?" I questioned.

"Shut up and have a seat!" The man said sternly.

It was at that exact moment when I saw what appeared to be a large caliber pistol being aimed in my direction.

"Holy shit," I said nervously as I raised my hands slightly.

"I believe I told you to shut up and take a seat!" He said.

Not wanting to provoke him, I did as I was told and sat down.

"You too," he said as he nudged Mom towards the couch with his hand. "Have a seat."

As Mom moved towards the couch I asked, "What do you want?"

"What the fuck do you think I want? I want your money. Now!"

I've been licensed to carry a concealed weapon for nearly ten years and under normal circumstances my 9mm semi-automatic pistol would have been hidden inside the waistband of my jeans. On this particular day though I had inadvertently left my Glock pistol in the saddlebag of my Harley!

"Okay. Okay." I said as I reached in my pocket and pulled out my wallet.

Grabbing the wallet from my hand, the man grumbled when he realized I was carrying less than $40 cash.

"What about you?" He asked Mom. "Where's your purse?"

Mom pointed towards the kitchen.

"Well don't just sit there! Get your ass up and get it for me!"

I have to admit that I was surprised by how calm Mom had been up until this point. Although I could tell she was slightly shaken, nevertheless she seemed to remain very cool and did exactly as she was told.

Without needing to be told again, Mom rose to her feet, walked into the kitchen, retrieved her purse, and then handed it to the man as she sat back down on the couch

As the man rifled through Mom's purse I thought about jumping up and attempting to take his gun away, but I quickly discounted that idea when I considered some of the consequences; namely the fact that the gun could go off and accidentally shoot Mom or I.

"Is this it?" The man questioned loudly.

From what I could see, Mom had even less money in her purse than I had in my wallet.

"Thirty-two lousy dollars! Are you fucking kidding me lady?"

"I'm sorry," Mom said without looking up. "I don't normally carry much cash."

"Shit!" The intruder screamed aloud. "You've got to be fucking kidding me!"

"I'm sorry," Mom said.

Without considering the consequences I stood up and said, "Okay, you got what you came here for. Will you please just leave!"

"What did you say?"

"You heard me. Please leave. Get out of here!"

Without a seconds hesitation the man came barreling towards me and before I could even begin to react he swung his fist and landed a blow to the right side of my jaw. Mom squealed as the punch knocked me down onto the couch.

"I believe I told you to shut the fuck up!" He said as he glared at me, his face full of rage.

Mom instinctively helped me to sit back up and, being the mother that she is, she looked me over closely to see if there was any damage.

"I'm okay," I said.

I was somewhat surprised when Mom boldly looked up at the man and said, "Why are you doing this? Why did you pick my house?"

"Why?" The man answered. "I'll tell you why. Because I've been out of work for almost a year and I can't find a decent fucking job. And if you must know, I've been watching this neighborhood for the last two weeks and couldn't help but notice that you and your husband are never home on Wednesday's."

After a brief pause the man continued.

"Furthermore, I don't rob homes at night when people are home because too many folks these days own guns. I don't want to get my ass shot; especially over a lousy sixty-something bucks!"

If I had to guess I would say that the man was a few years younger than I was. Even though he acted a bit rough around the edges, I had a hard time believing that this guy was a common thief. Although he was dressed to give the appearance that he worked for a delivery company, there was something about the way he was groomed, the way he spoke, and the way he carried himself that lead me to believe things weren't as they seemed. Given the fact that he was a well built, good looking guy with chiseled features (that could easily be described to the police), I was perplexed by the fact he hadn't attempted to cover his face.

"Okay. I want both of you to stand up," the man instructed.

"Why?" Mom asked.

"Because this is how it's going to work. The two of you are going to walk in front of me and we're going to check each room of this fucking house until I find some more money."

"But..." Mom said.

"Don't talk lady. Just get your ass up and start walking."

Mom quickly stood up and when the guy turned and pointed his pistol in my direction, I got up also.

"Start walking." He commanded.

We stopped briefly in the kitchen and as soon as he was satisfied that there was nothing there of any value we walked into the large entry-way located at the front of the house. As soon as we were in the entry, the man instructed Mom to open the coat closet. When he was satisfied that there were no purses or anything hidden in the closet, with his free hand the man pointed toward the large wooden staircase that led to the second floor.

Mom paused momentarily until the man said, "Walk lady. The faster you move, the quicker this ordeal will be over."

As we reached the top of the stairs the man pointed towards the back of the house and told Mom to start there. Our first stop was my old bedroom located at the far end of the hall.

After he had finished searching my room, we went from room to room until the man was satisfied there wasn't any cash or valuables lying around. As the man rummaged through my younger brothers old room I couldn't help but notice the fact that it looked as though my father had been sleeping in there. In addition to the bed not being made, I saw one of his prescription bottles and a pair of reading glasses sitting on the nightstand. This made me question whether mom and dad still slept together.

When we finally reached my parents room I was hopeful the man wouldn't find anything because I had a gut feeling it would piss him off to find out Mom had been lying. Although my parents had money, Mom was never one to buy expensive jewelry so I was rather confident he wouldn't find anything of interest and this ordeal would soon be over. As Mom and I stood together in the middle of the master bedroom, the man proceeded to search the walk-in closet until he grunted, realizing that there simply wasn't anything there.

"Fuck me!" He grumbled as he walked back into the bedroom.

In a last ditch effort to find something of value, the man then proceeded to search all the drawers of Mom's bedroom furniture. The only time he paused was to take a closer look at Mom's underwear drawer, even going as far as to pick up one of her bras and inspect it closely.

As our captor completed his search he became exceedingly frustrated, realizing that my parents simply didn't keep any cash or valuables in their home.

"Shit!" He said aloud.

The last place he looked was the nightstands. When he didn't find anything in the first he slammed the door shut and walked around the bed to the second one. As he neared the second nightstand I couldn't help but notice the odd expression on Mom's face. It was painfully obvious that she was uncomfortable with what the man was about to find.

"Well...what do we have here?" He said aloud as the top drawer slid open.

"Shit!" I said to myself, hoping that he had not found anything valuable.

"Damn lady!" He mocked as his head turned back in our direction. "You must be one horny bitch."

"Whoa, what a minute," I said loudly. "Don't call her that!"

"Shut the fuck up!" The man said as he turned and pointed the gun in my direction again.

"Besides," he said with a mischievous grin. "I think you'll agree with me when you see what's in this drawer."

"Please don't," Mom begged.

Her plea was met by deaf ears.

One by one the man proceeded to remove mom's small stash of sex toys and lay them on the bed.

"Holy shit," I said to myself when I saw the two vibrators, one fairly large dildo, and a bottle of lube.

Still smiling, the man turned in our direction and said, "Okay lady, this is what I want."

"Don't even think about it!" I said boldly, stepping between him and Mom.

"Don't even think about what?" He asked.