Invasion

With his left hand, Leroy began tearing at the thin nightgown that she wore, pulling it past her shoulders so that her breasts would fall out into the open. When his grip on her head loosened, she pulled away from his cock and gasped for air for the first time since he had begun his assault on her mouth. Heaving, she wiped the back of her hand across her mouth and stole a glance at her son.

Ben's eyes shot away quickly when Helen looked into them. Her son had been watching her keenly the whole time – she had felt his gaze warming the side of her cheek for the length of the time Leroy had her hair in his vice grip, and his cock bouncing past her mouth. Her quick glance only confirmed her suspicions, a confirmation which turned her stomach. With excitement or anxiety, she found it difficult to tell; she found that these feelings blurred into one, as they often did when she worked at the View.

Leroy pulled her back in towards him and placed his dark hands on her soft, warmly beige skin. He groped at her bosom desperately, as many men did, as if seeking for treasure hidden within her breasts. He rolled her erect tits between his thumb and forefinger, before he yanked one of them towards him abruptly, eliciting a whimper from Helen. Grabbing her again by the chin, he pressed his lips on hers and swam his tongue inside her warm mouth as his other hand continued groping her breasts fervently. When he pulled away, Helen looked about anxiously, before looking back at Leroy.

"I'll tug you off and then we can finish up?" she ventured, hoping Leroy would put an end to her night of humiliation quickly.

"You gotta' be joking – a month's extension? That's gonna' cost a lot more than a blow and a tug baby," Leroy smiled maliciously, his teeth glistening.

~

Ben's head reeled – a lot more?

Ben could hardly believe his ears; the night was escalating farther than he had ever imagined. Too much, too much, stop – please. The words pounded inside his head, but not a sound came out of his mouth. He was defeated, distraught and completely muddled. For the last fifteen minutes, he had watched a thick, snake-like cock pummel his mother's mouth without turning away. When he saw Leroy reach for his mother's nightdress and tear it apart, he remembered his heart had quickened. There was anger, sure, but there was excitement as well. His heart skipped a beat when he watched her breasts spill freely into the open – they were everything he had imagined them to be. He remembered the last thing his eyes had spied before their ordeal had begun, and he burned with shame. Only an hour ago, he had caught himself wishing he could steal a bare glance at his mother's breasts, and now his wishes had been granted in an unbelievably twisted turn of events. And even under the circumstances, he found it hard to resist feasting his eyes on the sight before him – her two wholesome breasts that danced, even when she moved an inch. When Leroy grabbed them, manipulating them forcefully between his rough fingers, Ben was mesmerised at how soft they seemed between his digits. Taking whatever viable shape they could under his grasps and grabs, they looked undeniably delectable and Ben felt his eyes glaze over as he was momentarily hypnotised by the rhythmic squeeze and release Leroy worked on Helen's breasts.

His pseudo-trance was shattered when he heard his mother whimper softly, begging Leroy for their ordeal to come to an end. This was the end, wasn't it? Ben could take very little more – he had seen enough, Leroy had definitely made his point in the most perverse way possible, and Ben could hardly stand feeling helpless for any longer. As much as his deviant thoughts had kept his eyes open for this long, he could not imagine seeing any more. His mother's naked beauty was only a small consolation for the impotence he felt as a son unable to protect his family from irreverent thugs.

"Enough, please, this is fucked enough as it is," Ben blurted, speaking for the first time since his lousy attempt at freeing Helen.

Leroy only let out a half-chuckle, but did not humour Ben with even a slight glance.

"Stand up," Leroy ordered Helen.

Knowing better than to jerk his chain, Helen stood to her feet. Her ripped dress still hung limply from her shoulders, though her breasts remained exposed from the tear Leroy had made across her chest.

"Face the window," Leroy said.

"I want you to see this, kid," Leroy murmured, his face seemingly serious.

With Helen facing the window, she could see her son's face in its dark reflection. She felt Leroy's hand glide over her rear, squeezing it, and groaning in satisfaction. He slowly lifted the hem of her dress, exposing her bottom to the room as he ran his fingers between her cheeks. Ben noticed the little vibration, an almost imperceptible shudder as Leroy's fingers snuck beneath her panties, and into her crotch before they pulled away and stopped against the small of her back.

His fingers glistened! What the fuck? She was wet – she was enjoying this? Ben could hardly believe it, but quickly chastised himself for his naivety – in one night, he had found out that his mother was an escort, working for the biggest gangster in town, and was one of their most popular hookers. That could hardly be the end of the double life his mother had been leading. We gonna' pretend like last weekend didn't happen? Leroy's earlier words suddenly rang again in his head like an incessant, clanging bell. It was hardly their first intimate encounter.

Leroy smacked Helen's bare ass once, sharply, abruptly snapping Ben out of his thoughts again.

"With an ass like this, d'you think I'm leaving with just a blow and a tug? Would you?" Leroy snickered, turning to face Ben.

~

In the window, Helen saw her son stare directly at her ass, shamelessly. Her cheeks turned a simmering red, as a rush of excitement shot through her spine. The sting on her butt from Leroy's smack still twinged slightly as she felt his hands roam across her rear brazenly, right in front of her son.

Ben never answered his question, but Leroy wasn't waiting for his response.

"Reggie, I don't want any more lip from that fuckin' kid – take this," Leroy said, as he pulled down the thin satin panties down Helen's long legs.

He tossed them to Reggie and before Ben could protest, he grabbed him by the hair and held his head back as he pushed the wadded, silky underwear into his mouth, chuckling. Leroy burst into a fit of laughter as he watched Ben struggle, protesting in a muffled voice as Reggie filled his mouth to the brim with his mother's underwear.

"Savour it kid, it tastes good – I should know," Leroy chuckled.

Helen dipped her head into her hands and stifled her tears.

"Please... Leroy. He's my son," Helen pleaded, her face still covered as Leroy kept chuckling each time Ben attempted to speak.

He waved her pleas away dismissively.

"On the floor bitch, I'm gonna' tear your fucking ass up tonight," Leroy announced, grabbing her by the hips and prodding her onto her fours on the living room carpet.

Leroy held his now erect in his hand, and positioned his head at the edge of her glistening cunt. Even from where he was, Ben could see the immense size of his rod, and how much larger in girth it looked like any woman could humanly fit inside her. He saw a trail of his mother's glistening juice drip to the floor – the same juice he was beginning to taste in her underwear – as Leroy began prodding the tip of his head into her. Holding her by her hips, Leroy pulled her towards him, and watched as his snake eased in between her thin lips an inch at a time. She whimpered, and then began crying – overwhelmed as she felt herself being slowly filled to the brim with his length.

Slowly, Leroy eased into thrusts, beginning with a slow but rhythmic pump that sent shudders through her body. Each time he thrust inward, she let out a whimper, and as the strength of his thrusts increased, so did her moans. Ben watched as her fingers curled and tore into the carpet, digging in as he pumped in and out of her slit, harder every passing minute. Leroy's hands reached out, and with one he grabbed a fistful of her hair from behind. With the other, he sent another stinging smack across her backside. Helen choked in surprise before letting out an ear-piercing moan.

"This bitch is gonna' wake the neighbours up Leroy," Reggie murmured, looking out the window, worried.

"Then keep that mouth busy," Leroy smiled, "I know you want to, nigga. Now's your chance."

Reggie glanced over at Ben – he didn't feel comfortable letting his guard down too easily. He'd been the 'bodyguard' for all his life, and his instinct left him feeling uneasy. Leroy glanced over, and knew what was going through his friend's head.

"He's handcuffed to the fucking dinner table Reggie, he ain't no fuckin' Samson, aight?" Leroy dismissed, his hips still driving into Helen.

"No, Leroy – I – I don't – mmmh – don't know Reggie, we've – n – never-"

"Shut her up for fuck's sake Reggie," Leroy groaned.

Reggie placed his gun as far away as he could from both Helen and Ben, and snapped his shorts off quickly. Helen looked up and saw that his cock was already hard. Reggie sat down on the edge of the living room's coffee table and spread his legs open. Leroy let go of Helen's hair and Reggie took over, pulling her in towards his own cock. Though the rest of his member wasn't as lengthy as Leroy's, he made up for it with a thick girth and a large, rounded head. When Helen's head dipped down onto his cock, she struggled to accommodate it. It came as a surprise, even for her – she'd seen penises of all sizes, colours and shapes, and she'd downed them all with ease, but Reggie's was such a thick meaty rod that she could barely hold it in her mouth without choking hard on it.

"Take it girl, you know you can," Reggie groaned, closing his eyes as he pulled her down harder on his cock, and he felt her tongue slide down and tickle his balls.

Behind her, Leroy hadn't grown tired. In fact, with each pump he grew more ravenous, thrusting harder and faster into her slick cunt. She shook with Reggie's cock in her mouth, her moans sending strong vibrations through his member as she Leroy thumped and impaled her repeatedly.

Reggie was a little more accommodating, almost like he knew how hard it would be for anyone to swallow a girth of his size. He only gently guided her head along the length of his member, allowing her to find her bearings between Leroy's especially hard thrusts. When Leroy began pumping into her furiously, his cock finally began nudging the center of her sweet spot fully and she felt her legs go weak. As they shuddered and began to turn to jelly, Reggie's cock slid out of her mouth and she collapsed face first into his balls, moaning loudly.

~

Ben's eyes widened as he watched his mother's body shudder and splatter to a stop, her loud moan reverberating in his ears before she collapsed into Reggie's lap. He yanked at his handcuffs, and leaned forward anxiously.

"Mom, ma, are you alright?" he called out anxiously across the room.

There was no response. He jerked hard at his handcuffs once more, but to no avail.

Suddenly, Helen jolted upright and gasped for air. Ben breathed a sigh of relief.

"The dicking of a life, huh baby?" Leroy laughed, and continued pumping into her slowly.

His hands roamed across her buttocks, and a finger slipped into the crack of her ass.

"Remember last week you said, next time?"

Helen's eyes widened. She began to protest, but with Reggie's monster in her mouth, all they heard were unintelligible sounds. Quickly, she reached behind and grabbed Leroy by the wrist. Leroy groaned, and shook her small, slender hand off his arm.

"Don't whine baby, you're gonna fuckin love it in there," he smiled.

Grabbing her by her ass cheeks, he spread them open and teasingly tickled the small rosebud with the tip of his middle finger. Helen quivered quietly; her lips and tongue were still working hard to cover Reggie's length, while her cunt had turned into a heated, dripping mess from Leroy's pounding assault. She heard and felt Leroy spit abruptly, splattering on her asshole. She felt his finger wallow in it, circling her anal ring gently and massaging his lubricant into it. Without warning, Leroy jammed his thumb into her. Helen squealed, still feeling a slight burn as his finger pushed into her rear and became tightly embedded in it.

He manoeuvred his thumb inside her slowly, stretching her a little before he pulled out. Then, he pressed his forefinger and his middle finger in at once, eliciting another muffled squeal from Helen. This time, he jammed them into her roughly and began finger-fucking her ass in tandem with the thrusts of his cock into her slit. Each time he penetrated her, Helen felt the burn of his fingers ebb away, and turn slowly into an exhilarating experience. Helen had never explored the pleasures of anal experimentation till her career as an escort took off, and even then those experiences were few and far in between. She had come to learn that the smaller a man's appendage, the more likely he preferred to put it in her ass. They'd never admit it, but she knew obviously they preferred the much tighter enclave her small asshole could give them given the limited machinery they were working with. Glancing back quickly, Helen gulped when she remembered the size of Leroy's rod, and felt her stomach cringe when she wondered how he would attempt to force his pipe into something less than half its size.

~

Ben's heart thumped hard as he watched the men spit-roast his mother in the living room. He tried to turn away, to focus on something else, but the slapping of skin, the men's groans and his mother's squeals filled his ears when he did. Each time, he found himself turning back, and losing himself in the sight debaucherously lustful scene in front of him. He was ashamed to look down, knowing a tent was beginning to form between his legs each time he watched his mother's tits bounce, or the men's cocks plunge into her orifices. Helen had gone from being a resistant vessel, to a reluctant one. With each passing moment, Ben felt like she was gradually turning into a willing one.

He shook his head quickly, hoping to snap himself out of what he would find only to be a confused nightmare, but to no such avail. Heaving, he tugged at his handcuffs again. The metal clanked against the leg of the table, and elicited a concerned look from Reggie. Only when he was satisfied that Ben was securely in place did he return to caressing and guiding Helen's head along his shaft.

Suddenly, Helen let out an ear-piercing wail. Ben's eyes shot to her. She spat Reggie out of her mouth and turned quickly to face Leroy.

"It's too big, Leroy, please... it won't fit," Helen pleaded.

Only then did Ben see that Leroy had removed himself from Helen's cunt and had begun prodding the head of his monstrous cock against the tip of her ass. Struggling to press into her, he held her cheeks apart and pressed into her again, eliciting another painful scream.

"LEROY, please – you need lube or something, this fucking hurts!" Helen panted as he pulled back out, frustrated.

"I already fuckin spat on it bitch, that's all the lube I got," Leroy murmured.

"I need more, a lot more or we can't do this – you'll never fit," she entreated, catching her breath as the sharp sting in her rear slowly subsided.

Leroy groaned in annoyance, and looked around the room. He threw a condescending look in Ben's direction when their eyes met, before looking away. Ben watched as Leroy's eyes travelled around the room, and then suddenly stopped. His head swivelled back in Ben's direction, and a wicked smile crept across his lips. Ben did not like the look of it.

"I know just the man to do the job," Leroy whispered, in Helen's ear.

She looked back up at him, puzzled. He lifted her to her feet, and led her to where Ben sat on the ground, his hands handcuffed behind his back. Ben looked up, and at the naked body of his mother. He glanced away quickly, but then slowly gazed at it again. She glistened with sweat, her hair tousled and her eyes runny, she smelled of sex and trails of her saliva, presumably mixed with the men's pre-cum were dripping off the edge of her chin. In that moment, instead of repulsion or revile, Ben saw the most carnal and beguiling aura of sexual energy in his mother. A wave of lust washed over him and he felt a burst of excitement in his stomach, before he quickly returned to his senses.

Helen looked at Leroy, still confused.

"What are we doing here?" she asked, her hand instinctively reaching to cover her sex as she stood in front of her son.

"The kid here is gonna lube up his Momma's asshole for me," Leroy sniggered.

Ben's eyes widened like saucers.

"N-no, no please, Leroy," Helen threw herself on Leroy's broad, muscular shoulders and begged, "I'll do anything, just don't do this to us."

She desperately kissed his neck and his chiselled chest, her hands caressing his cheek and reaching behind his head and massaging his back.

"Hey, uh Leroy, might be pushing shit a little, don't ya think?" Reggie sounded from the back, standing up.

His cock was still hard, and sprang slightly as he approached the trio.

"Man when did you go all soft, nigga?" Leroy smirked.

Grabbing Helen's ass, he spread her cheeks and tickled her tiny rosebud.

"I want to get up in that, and I am getting up in that tonight," Leroy asserted, "You wanted lube, you fuckin' got it girl."

Ben spat the wadded ball of underwear out of his mouth.

"I won't fucking do it man," Ben blurted.

Leroy didn't respond. Instead, he slid up to Helen's ear and whispered to her.

"Remember how hard it hurt when I stuck my dick up there dry just now? Tell him to get to work or I'mma fuckin go raw right now and you'll never walk right again."

Helen closed her eyes and let out a despondent sigh.

She knelt down in front of her son and gently caressed his cheek. Ben could shifted his glance around nervously.

"Baby, I'm sorry – I – I'm so sorry about what's been going on here b-but, I – I really need y-you to do this," Helen managed to spit out before she could choke on her own words.

"You want me to do this?" Ben whispered back, shocked.

"W-we have no choice baby... please. It'll be over soon, I promise. Just listen to him and he'll leave us alone... soon," she whispered back, ruffling his hair gently.

"Are we ready here or wh-"

"We're ready," Helen answered softly.

She gingerly got on all fours, facing away from Ben. She blushed, her cheeks burning as she opened her legs and wordlessly exposed her bare rear to her son. Tuning around, she nodded gently at him. Ben closed his eyes, and slowly lowered his face into her ass. He stuck a quivering tongue out, and froze when it poked something warm, and wet. He heard his mother gasp softly.

"We're gonna take a fucking week if we keep going like this," Leroy murmured, and pushed the back of Ben's head into Helen's rear.

Helen gasped again.

"Get to work boy," Leroy snickered, before releasing his grasp on Ben's short hair.

The smell of sex, sweat and his mother's juices inflamed Ben's nostrils all at once. His tongue, dabbed on her swollen asshole slowly, first.

"You're doing a good job baby, you can start slow," Helen turned, and whispered as gently and as encouragingly as she could.

Ben felt comforted by her voice, as he always was. For a moment, he only heard her gentle cooing, almost as if she was right in his ear.

"Mmgh-"

Ben's eyes opened, his solace shattered again. Leroy had pulled a chair up to them, and had pulled his mother onto his cock again. Her head bobbed up and down under his guiding grasp, sucking vigorously. Each time she came up for air, he heard the 'pop' of her lips coming unstuck from the knob of his cock's head, before Leroy pressed his lips against hers and kissed her hard.