Silent Night Pt. 03a

Summary of the story thus far: The principle, Jack, is an 18-year-old, young man who lives with his mother, Jose, and with Benny, her abusive boyfriend. Jack had begun to think of his mother sexual and has dared to explore his feelings and to challenge her true feelings. Locked in their first, charged embrace as they stand in the centre of the kitchen, they have just been discovered by Benny...

Note from Author:

N.B. This chapter of the story contains coercion, violence, or threats leading to non-consensual and incestual sexual activity. If you object to the use of sexual violence, please skip this chapter and resume the story from Part 03b. This chapter will seamlessly dovetail, so you can skip without diminishing your enjoyment, should you wish to do so.

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Silent Night Pt. 03a

The Misery of a Mother's Love

Jack shifted uncomfortably, feeling a deep stiffening in the muscles of his back and neck. He was unsure if he was actually awake or asleep; lost somewhere in the dream-state between. Perhaps he no longer existed on this mortal realm. He imagined that he was an eagle with his huge wings pinned back by the power of flight, his chest pushed forward and his head hung down but all sights and sounds around him seemed detached and afar. He strained to hear above the noise around him. Another eagle shrieked incessantly somewhere around him. It irritated him and he tried in vain to move towards the cry's source. Instead, he focussed on the reason for his wings failing to beat and their refusal to elevate his ascent. He was puzzled as he foggily attempted to comprehend his reality.

Jose starred at her only son; his arms tied securely behind the kitchen chair on which he sat. Blood trickled incessantly down Jack's forehead from the gash on his temple. From his soft moans, she was sure he was alive, but barely, yet despite her calls to him he remained immobile and unresponsive.

Her thoughts recalled the awful events of the past few minutes when she had travelled from the bliss of a new discovery within her son's embrace to her present hell --- Benny had launched himself across the kitchen, his wrath directed at Jack as he had pummelled Jack about the head using his huge frame and weight advantage. Jack had stood no chance, immobilised by the attack's suddenness and savagery. It had but taken a fleeting moment for Benny to subdue Jack and to leave him prostrate and unconscious on the floor.

Meanwhile, Jose had fled to the corner of the kitchen in absolute terror and, trapping herself off from escape, squatted against the sink unit, hugging her knees to her chest as Benny had aimed one final kick to Jack's lifeless head. Having pulled a chair across the room, Benny had effortlessly lifted Jack's limp body onto it. Using the tie pulled from Jack's robe, Benny had tied the young man's arms behind the back of the wooden chair, immobilising him. In moments, Benny had assumed total control of the situation... and he relished his new power.

Jose own scream snapped her thoughts back to her present, as a painful sting from Benny's open-handed swipe landed on her cheek.

"Tell me! How long's this been going on?" screamed Benny. "How long have you been fucking your son?" he spat out.

"Honestly, Benny, it's not what you think," she began. "I was upset and he was just comforting me..."

"Bullshit! I know what I saw... and I know you were whoring him, bitch," Benny hissed at her menacingly. Benny knew he totally owned her now and he could use it. "What could she do? She can't go to the police," he rationalised internally. He made his decision. "If you want to live, you will do as I tell you."

Jose knew she had little choice, she would do whatever he ordered but that submission was reinforced by his next words as he starred ominously into her eyes, "If you want HIM to live," he emphasised his words by throwing his arm back to point at Jack's motionless frame strapped to the chair, "you will do as I say. Now, strip!"

She knew her tears and pleas would no longer save her, nor could her son intervene and prevent what was to happen to her.

Slowly, she untied the belt around her nylon house-coat. It slipped from her left shoulder. Shaking her head in a final act of defiance, it finally fell to the floor and her nakedness was revealed to him. Benny could not recall when he had actually seen her full nudity. Neither could he remember ever being more aroused. He moved his rock-hard cock within his boxers an inch to obtain relief from the pressure as it pushed against the limitations of the fabric. He starred at her frame and involuntarily licked his upper lip in salacious fashion.

Jose noticed his involuntary motion and her stomach heaved in disgust at his perversion. She stood before him, entirely exposed to another for the first time since she had given birth to Jack when she had been just a teenager. She remained motionless, vulnerable to his gaze, hypnotised by her fear as she attempted to mentally sequester what was happening to her.

Benny's eyes scanned her entireness from the shapely curve of her calves up her short, but beautifully formed legs, to the swell of her fleshy thighs and beyond to the dark flurry of hair shielding her pussy, which now attracted his gaze. Still staring over Benny's head, Jose felt his obscene stare and drifted one hand to protect her most private part, whilst her other arm futilely attempted to cover her breasts. Benny's anger re-grew and he thundered his order "Put your fucking hands down!"

She obeyed and stood motionless, trying to also be emotionless, with her arms at her sides. Her vision refocussed on her poor son, who now began to softly moan in his unconscious state.

Benny's eyes continued his journey up the curve of Jose's hips, to her navel buried in the narrowness of her waist then continued up to the two fleshy orbs he knew quite well -- perhaps Jose's full, round 'c' cups were the only part of her body that he had seen intimately.

He reached out his left hand and firmly took one of her brown nipples between his thumb and forefinger and twisted forcefully until Jose whimpered and fresh tears broke down her face. He smirked in his triumphant ownership of her body. He pulled her nipple until it extended, hardening in his grasp as he pulled it away from her breast. Jose winced in pain and her bottom lip quivered in silent petition. Benny noticed, of course he did, and he enjoy her discomfort. His eyes narrowed into an evil sneer as he tested the elasticity of the skin connecting her nipple to her breast. Whilst he had used Jose for his own satisfaction many times, he had never before wanted to punish her nor inflict pain... until now.

His mind wandered to reflect on his past sexual experiences with this woman. --- Of course, he had fucked Jose's pussy before... hard, thrusting and as roughly and as deeply as possible to try to extract a sensual reaction, any response, from this impassive, cold woman. Jose had only offered herself missionary and had denied him any attempt to experiment in other ways. On one occasion, whilst failing to instil passion in her but also to repel his own dysfunctional flaccidness, he had threatened to leave her if she could not satisfy him. He had then pushed his cock towards her face and she had relented and performed oral sex upon him for the first time, which he had hated for her lack of enthusiasm almost as much as she had done for the repulsive act he had expected her to perform.

"Such a cold bitch!" he now thought returning from his reflections. His left hand slowly raised to her face and his forefinger absently traced the outline of her lips, which he always insisted she keep glossed an inviting red.

As his finger probed her lips and into her mouth, he recalled the pleasure which her mouth had given to him. --- Over the past months, he had learnt that, by sitting upon her chest, pinning her down, she had to surrender the valley of her breasts as he ploughed his cock between them before he finished inside her mouth while she gagged upon the distaste of his cum. He was sure in his own mind, "She loved it, really."

In reality, she had tolerated it; at least he wasn't going to leaving her, and neither was he demanding more uncomfortable intercourse, or... something worse.

Nevertheless, Benny had failed to be appeased: The stronger his dissatisfaction had become, the more he had needed to extract his own greater pleasure from her and so he had resorted to sitting astride her chest as he ploughed his short, and often half-flaccid, cock between her lips and down as deep as was humanly possible to push. He had held no consideration for her satisfaction, nor for the discomfort he had inflicted. In truth, it had actually thrilled him to hear her gag and struggle to breathe as a stream of his cum had ejaculated inside her mouth.

He had enjoyed that in the past. Now, as he held complete power over her in her kitchen, he wanted everything else that she had ever denied him. "Turn around and show me your ass!" he commanded.

She could well imagine what he was considering and she recommenced her pleading, "Please, Benny, don't do this. I won't tell anyone, I promise. Just let us..."

"Enough!" Benny hissed under his breath, which sounded more alarming than when he had roared at her. "Bend over and show me your asshole!"

Escape flooded her mind. How could she prevent this happening; if she attacked him, she would be over-powered. If she ran, he would catch her before she had the chance to unlock the back door. If she resisted, he would resume her son's beating.

As if reading her thoughts, Benny looked at the blooded mess of Jack's face. It was all she needed. She turned her back to him, spread her legs slightly and leaned forward over the work surface to expose her ass and the puffy lips of her pussy partly hidden behind the fluff of her pubic hair.

"I can't see your ass," complained Benny, still in a whispered tone. "Spread your ass cheeks!"

She did, exposing her brown, puckered ring. She felt his touch and winced. His finger pressured and probed her asshole, trying to worm its way inside, drilling her dark hole wider. "Oh, Jesus, help me," thought Jose. "He is going to fuck my ass."

His fat finger, which he was struggling to penetrate through her sphincter, was removed momentarily to be replaced by the same digit, but now lubricated with his saliva. It slipped inside and he worked it deeper. Her clenched teeth, grinding together in discomfort, being her only outward protest.

He now began to finger-fuck her ass, falsely believing he was stimulating her to sexual delights. In truth, he didn't really care. He wanted to fuck her ass as a punishment for the infidelity she had committed against him, and with her own son of all people.

Jack moaned and began to stir. Benny smirked internally as he thought of the fun to be had, "Good. He is finally coming round. Just in time to watch his mother being ass-fucked."

He fished his still engorged cock out of his boxers and, spitting into his hand, rubbed the moisture along his length. He positioned it to the entrance of her dark hole, revelling in the glory of being her first... he assumed he was entering virgin territory and it envigored him further. He pushed, and the head of his cock hit the blockage of her believed anal virginity.

She knew what would happen next, it had happened before and in similar circumstances of a dominant, trusted man forcing himself upon her - into her. But that had been years before and the present pain that welled up from around her sphincter was no different to her first anal encounter. She tried to relax as the alien flesh continued to force its way inside her. "Breathe through it," thought Jose. "Just like giving birth." She sucked air into her lungs then slowly but audibly expelled it.

"Yes, you're loving it, aren't you, whore?" presumed Benny in misinterpretation of her panting. He was loving it at least, relishing the warmth of her inner bowel and the pressured tightness of her asshole that seemed to pull his cock deeper still. When his stomach smacked audibly against her ass, he realised he had hit bottom and he slowly withdrew until the swelling of his helmet began to appear and then he plunged back, with all his weight, deep into Jose's ass.

"No... No... leave her... alone... you bastard!" spluttered Jack through his pain. Benny turned his head to look over his shoulder at the young man struggling at his bonds and now half aware of his predicament. Benny didn't reply; He simply picked Jose up, still impaled anally upon his cock, and spun her around to face her son. "Take a good look, sonny boy," laughed Benny. "Look in Mummy's eyes as I fuck her ass."

Jack did just that and saw the pain and embarrassment that welled up within her. In a futile attempt to escape, he pulled again at the material that bound him to the chair. Then he noticed the swing of her breasts, as he looked upon them for the very first time. Full and round and beautiful, succulent and appealing, swinging towards him rhythmically by the force of Benny's thrusts then flopping away, to be immediately followed by another surge towards him. He glanced at her brown nipples as her breasts reached the apex of their swing towards his face. Jack's eyes could not be torn away from the exquisiteness of his mother's breasts. He wished his arms were untied so he could reach out and grasp them.

Jose saw the direction of his stare and whispered his name, calling him back to her, "Jack... Jack... look at me, Jack. Stay with me, Son. This will be over soon." Then she noticed the bulge twitching in Jack's lap and her eyes were drawn to a dark pink bulb of skin which began to poke through the gap in his robe. And so, the son stared at his mother's swinging breasts while the mother looked in awe at her son's young penis as it began to swell in sexual excitement... excited by her anal abuse.

She was witnessing her son's cock reach full and rigid hardness as it pushed aside the fabric of his gown and stood, in all its glory, proud and strong. She admired his length, which must have been 8 inches and undoubtedly the longest cock she had ever seen. She ogled the awesome girth around the head which had thrown off its foreskinned shield and she wonder how that wonderous cock would feel within her hands.

Benny smirked as he re-doubled his assault on her ass as he watched Mother and Son's sexual excitement of each other. "She wants her own son. She wants her own son's cock," he thought, and so decided to test his theory. Pushing her forward with three hard lunges, Jose now hovered, bent at the waist, over her son's lap. Benny's hand grasped the back of her head and he pressed her face down onto her son's cock. Jose's mouth needed no pretence of resistance as it voluntarily opened and she sucked her son deep into her mouth. Benny's pounding into her ass rocked her back and forth and up and down the length of his young cock, and Jose sucked with all her might to retain her son's cock within her moist lips.

Jack was in heaven, he closed his eyes and allowed his head to fall back, feeling the wonderful sensations that his mom's wet, sucking mouth willingly gave to his cock. His cock's very first touch by another's flesh was his mother's lips and tongue and he wanted this moment to last forever.

"Take it, Bitch! Yes," moaned Benny loudly. "Yes, fuuuuuuuu....CK!" as he emptied his load within Jose's bowels. He was spent but Jose did not even realise he was there. Her only thought was for bringing her son to orgasm within her mouth. But Benny had other ideas.

Withdrawing from Jose's ass, Benny pulled Jose by the hips away from her son and Jack's cock slipped from her hungry mouth.

Benny pushed Jose aside and stepped past her, his fists clenched in anger, which was elevated further by his jealousy of the lustful pleasure his woman had given to her own son so eagerly. He leant over Jack's helpless body and hissed abusive threats down upon him.

Jose could but only stare in horror and in fear of Benny's wrath. What could she do to save her son...?

(to be continued)