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- Nov 5, 2013
Saturday afternoon is the one time that I’m guaranteed to have to myself. It’s my chance to relax without worrying about work – I’m the HR director for a financial services firm – or my son – Ben always plays soccer on Saturday afternoons.
As usual I had relaxed in a bath laced with luxurious cream and covered with a cloud of bubbles, topping up with hot water as it gradually cooled. After patting myself dry with a soft white towel, I left the bathroom to the sound of the final suds gurgling down the plug hole and made my way to the bedroom. There I plumped up the pillows and opened by Mac to select a suitable video for me to watch as I gave myself a stimulating internal massage with my vibrator.
The film was well under way and the vibrator was getting my clit all hard and tingling when I heard a key in the door. Shit. It could only be Ben home early. But what could have gone wrong? I slammed the Mac shut, pushed the vibrator under a pillow and grabbed my bathrobe, pulling it around me as I headed for the stairs.
Ben was at the bottom, dressed in his jeans, t-shirt and trainers. He looked up as he heard me. I knew instantly that something was wrong. His expression was pale and his body stooped.
‘What’s wrong? What’s happened?’
‘Nothing’s wrong, mum. I’m just home early, that’s all.’
I tied the cord loosely round my waist and hurried down the stairs.
‘Come on, Ben. I’m your mother, remember. There’s something wrong, I can tell. What is it? What’s the matter?’
He looked sheepishly at me, but had to concede that I was right.
‘I took a blow, mum, that’s all. The coach said to come home and rest.’
‘A blow?’ I was immediately on alert. ‘Where? Was it to your head? Did you pass out?’
‘No, mum, it was nothing like that. I’ll just lie down for a while, maybe have a bath.’
He pushed past me and rushed up stairs. I caught up at the top.
‘Come on, Ben. It’s got to be more serious than that or the coach wouldn’t have sent you home. Tell me, please.’
He shrugged in that offhand way teenagers use.
‘I hit a corner post, that’s all.’
‘No, Ben, it isn’t all. That’s not enough to get you sent home. Come on. Give me the rest.’
He shrugged again at the inevitably of having to say more in order to stop me worrying.
‘’It was between my legs, mum. I lost my footing and slid into it. Hard.’
His face paled as he spoke and his grimace spoke to me of the pain he had suffered, was possibly still suffering.
‘Did the coach check you out, Ben? Did he call a doctor? Get you to see a nurse? That sort of blow can be serious.’
His expression told me what I had expected. He was supposed to grin and bear the pain like a man. Typical coach. So much for a duty of care to my child.
‘Come on, Ben, I’ll check you out.’
I took his arm. He protested and resisted, but I half led, half dragged him into my room. I sat on the bed and told him to undress for me. Slowly, reluctantly he dropped his jeans and pushed his shorts down to his ankles, looking over my head like I was a doctor about to inject him. Even from where I was, I could see the bruises starting to develop on his inner thighs and both testicles. That had been a hard knock.
‘That’s nasty, Ben. Does it still hurt? Let me feel for any damage.’
It took a firm hand in his back to pull him towards me, as I spread my legs to let him come closer. I’d not seen him undressed for ages now. Well, he’d reached the age where he didn’t want me to see him like that. He had lost his puppy fat now, his stomach was firm, his legs lean and muscular. He was becoming a man.
I lifted his penis to one side, as I looked closely at his injured balls. As gently as I could, I took the left one in my hand and tested it for any signs of swelling. He moaned softly; obviously they were still tender.
‘Mom’ he protested, but I moved to the other side, checking this carefully.
‘Mom, please’ he pleaded.
As I looked up I realised what was concerning him. His penis was stiffening in my hand. A response to my examination, no doubt.
‘Don’t worry, Ben’ I reassured him. ‘It a natural response, nothing to be embarrassed about. At least it shows there’s no damage there.’
I let go of his penis, but it continued stiffening as I spoke, and he didn’t try to move away.
‘Mum, you did that deliberately didn’t you. You just wanted to embarrass me, that’s it, isn’t it?’
‘No, Ben, no, that’s not right, I’d never do that. It was just your reaction to me holding you and checking you out, that’s all. It happens. It’s not something you can control and it’s certainly not something I’d do deliberately.’
He looked unconvinced.
‘You’re horny. That’s it, isn’t it? You’ve been watching your porn and fucking yourself with that vibrator.’
He leant over me, his cock waving in my face as he pulled at the sheet and rummaged under the pillows until he found the vibrator and threw it onto the floor.
‘It’s no wonder dad left us if you spent your time with that thing.’
We’d never talked about his dad leaving. He must have known we’d not been getting on and his dad moved in with his secretary right away. Surely Ben could have joined up the dots.
‘Ben’, I struggled to remain patient and hide my embarrassment at his intimate knowledge of what I did, ‘I use the vibrator because your father left. If he had been faithful and stayed with me, I wouldn’t have needed one.’
‘You’re just a whore.’ As he spat the words, spittle flew into my face. ‘Look at how you’re working your way through all the men in the street.’
‘Ben, really, how dare you accuse me of such a thing. You know I’m not like that.’
His answer took me by surprise.
‘I’m not accusing you. Their wives are accusing you. They’re worried about who it will be next.’
I stared at him in disbelief.
‘Mike’s wife left him because of what you did.’
Well, yes, that was true, but it was only once, shortly after my husband left, when I was frustrated and lonely. And he wasn’t very good.
‘And look at Andy from next door. He’s always round here.’
‘He’s not always round here, Ben. He comes round to try to fix our boiler. He’s good with his hands. Everyone in the street says so. He likes helping out.’
But there was no diverting Ben.
‘And look at you. You’re even flaunting yourself at me. Just look at you with your cunt on display and your tits hanging out. You’re disgusting. How could you, mum, with your own son?’
I glance down to see that he is right. My legs are open, but only to get him close enough to examine. And the robe has fallen open a bit, but only to reveal the gap between my breasts.
‘You’re just a bitch on heat.’
This was too much.
‘Stop it, Ben. Stop it right now. You’re embarrassed about getting an erection. I understa-‘
His slap cut me short. It came out of nowhere. Hard across my right cheek with the palm of his hand, leaving me stinging and angry. I couldn’t allow this. I put on my sternest tone and started to stand.
‘That’s enough, Ben. Go to your room right –‘
His backhand threw me off balance and flat onto my back on my bed, my robe falling open. He stood between my legs, his chest heaving, his face red with fury, his cock like a pole before him, a drip of cum like an icicle hanging from the tip.
‘Alright, if that’s what you want, you can have it. I’m sure I can satisfy you just as well as any of the old guys around here.’
Before I could react, he had pinned my shoulders onto the bed and was kneeling between my thighs, pushing them apart. I struggled and writhed but couldn’t budge him. All I had was my moral authority of his mother, and the respect he owed any woman who wasn’t consenting to his attentions.
‘Ben, please, remember that I’m your mother. You can’t do this, you just can’t.’
But he could and he did.
Forcing his cock between my lips, pushing hard to overcome my resistance. Then pumping fast, ramming into me, his chest heaving with the exertion. Oblivious to my pleas to think about what he was doing, ignoring my pleas to stop.
Until, until he came. With a huge shudder as he dumped his load into me, into his mother. And as he came, he let out a yowl. Was it the pain of his balls or his anguish at what he had done or the pleasure of reaching climax or contempt for the woman he had subdued? Who knows?
He collapsed on top of me, crushing me as he slowly regained his breath and composure. Finally, he climbed off me, pulled up his clothes and walked away.
‘Ben, come back here. You can’t just walk off after what you’ve done. We’ve got to talk.’
But it was too late. He’d gone. just walked away like nothing had happened, leaving me exhausted and shattered by what had happened. I pulled my robe around me and curled up, my mind numb, unable to think about the repercussions of this, for me, for him, for our relationship. In the end, my body took control and my arm reached for my phone.
‘Police? I want to report a rape. I’m the victim. My son just raped me.’
There is a sequel: "Raped by my son 2 - the police interrogation"
As usual I had relaxed in a bath laced with luxurious cream and covered with a cloud of bubbles, topping up with hot water as it gradually cooled. After patting myself dry with a soft white towel, I left the bathroom to the sound of the final suds gurgling down the plug hole and made my way to the bedroom. There I plumped up the pillows and opened by Mac to select a suitable video for me to watch as I gave myself a stimulating internal massage with my vibrator.
The film was well under way and the vibrator was getting my clit all hard and tingling when I heard a key in the door. Shit. It could only be Ben home early. But what could have gone wrong? I slammed the Mac shut, pushed the vibrator under a pillow and grabbed my bathrobe, pulling it around me as I headed for the stairs.
Ben was at the bottom, dressed in his jeans, t-shirt and trainers. He looked up as he heard me. I knew instantly that something was wrong. His expression was pale and his body stooped.
‘What’s wrong? What’s happened?’
‘Nothing’s wrong, mum. I’m just home early, that’s all.’
I tied the cord loosely round my waist and hurried down the stairs.
‘Come on, Ben. I’m your mother, remember. There’s something wrong, I can tell. What is it? What’s the matter?’
He looked sheepishly at me, but had to concede that I was right.
‘I took a blow, mum, that’s all. The coach said to come home and rest.’
‘A blow?’ I was immediately on alert. ‘Where? Was it to your head? Did you pass out?’
‘No, mum, it was nothing like that. I’ll just lie down for a while, maybe have a bath.’
He pushed past me and rushed up stairs. I caught up at the top.
‘Come on, Ben. It’s got to be more serious than that or the coach wouldn’t have sent you home. Tell me, please.’
He shrugged in that offhand way teenagers use.
‘I hit a corner post, that’s all.’
‘No, Ben, it isn’t all. That’s not enough to get you sent home. Come on. Give me the rest.’
He shrugged again at the inevitably of having to say more in order to stop me worrying.
‘’It was between my legs, mum. I lost my footing and slid into it. Hard.’
His face paled as he spoke and his grimace spoke to me of the pain he had suffered, was possibly still suffering.
‘Did the coach check you out, Ben? Did he call a doctor? Get you to see a nurse? That sort of blow can be serious.’
His expression told me what I had expected. He was supposed to grin and bear the pain like a man. Typical coach. So much for a duty of care to my child.
‘Come on, Ben, I’ll check you out.’
I took his arm. He protested and resisted, but I half led, half dragged him into my room. I sat on the bed and told him to undress for me. Slowly, reluctantly he dropped his jeans and pushed his shorts down to his ankles, looking over my head like I was a doctor about to inject him. Even from where I was, I could see the bruises starting to develop on his inner thighs and both testicles. That had been a hard knock.
‘That’s nasty, Ben. Does it still hurt? Let me feel for any damage.’
It took a firm hand in his back to pull him towards me, as I spread my legs to let him come closer. I’d not seen him undressed for ages now. Well, he’d reached the age where he didn’t want me to see him like that. He had lost his puppy fat now, his stomach was firm, his legs lean and muscular. He was becoming a man.
I lifted his penis to one side, as I looked closely at his injured balls. As gently as I could, I took the left one in my hand and tested it for any signs of swelling. He moaned softly; obviously they were still tender.
‘Mom’ he protested, but I moved to the other side, checking this carefully.
‘Mom, please’ he pleaded.
As I looked up I realised what was concerning him. His penis was stiffening in my hand. A response to my examination, no doubt.
‘Don’t worry, Ben’ I reassured him. ‘It a natural response, nothing to be embarrassed about. At least it shows there’s no damage there.’
I let go of his penis, but it continued stiffening as I spoke, and he didn’t try to move away.
‘Mum, you did that deliberately didn’t you. You just wanted to embarrass me, that’s it, isn’t it?’
‘No, Ben, no, that’s not right, I’d never do that. It was just your reaction to me holding you and checking you out, that’s all. It happens. It’s not something you can control and it’s certainly not something I’d do deliberately.’
He looked unconvinced.
‘You’re horny. That’s it, isn’t it? You’ve been watching your porn and fucking yourself with that vibrator.’
He leant over me, his cock waving in my face as he pulled at the sheet and rummaged under the pillows until he found the vibrator and threw it onto the floor.
‘It’s no wonder dad left us if you spent your time with that thing.’
We’d never talked about his dad leaving. He must have known we’d not been getting on and his dad moved in with his secretary right away. Surely Ben could have joined up the dots.
‘Ben’, I struggled to remain patient and hide my embarrassment at his intimate knowledge of what I did, ‘I use the vibrator because your father left. If he had been faithful and stayed with me, I wouldn’t have needed one.’
‘You’re just a whore.’ As he spat the words, spittle flew into my face. ‘Look at how you’re working your way through all the men in the street.’
‘Ben, really, how dare you accuse me of such a thing. You know I’m not like that.’
His answer took me by surprise.
‘I’m not accusing you. Their wives are accusing you. They’re worried about who it will be next.’
I stared at him in disbelief.
‘Mike’s wife left him because of what you did.’
Well, yes, that was true, but it was only once, shortly after my husband left, when I was frustrated and lonely. And he wasn’t very good.
‘And look at Andy from next door. He’s always round here.’
‘He’s not always round here, Ben. He comes round to try to fix our boiler. He’s good with his hands. Everyone in the street says so. He likes helping out.’
But there was no diverting Ben.
‘And look at you. You’re even flaunting yourself at me. Just look at you with your cunt on display and your tits hanging out. You’re disgusting. How could you, mum, with your own son?’
I glance down to see that he is right. My legs are open, but only to get him close enough to examine. And the robe has fallen open a bit, but only to reveal the gap between my breasts.
‘You’re just a bitch on heat.’
This was too much.
‘Stop it, Ben. Stop it right now. You’re embarrassed about getting an erection. I understa-‘
His slap cut me short. It came out of nowhere. Hard across my right cheek with the palm of his hand, leaving me stinging and angry. I couldn’t allow this. I put on my sternest tone and started to stand.
‘That’s enough, Ben. Go to your room right –‘
His backhand threw me off balance and flat onto my back on my bed, my robe falling open. He stood between my legs, his chest heaving, his face red with fury, his cock like a pole before him, a drip of cum like an icicle hanging from the tip.
‘Alright, if that’s what you want, you can have it. I’m sure I can satisfy you just as well as any of the old guys around here.’
Before I could react, he had pinned my shoulders onto the bed and was kneeling between my thighs, pushing them apart. I struggled and writhed but couldn’t budge him. All I had was my moral authority of his mother, and the respect he owed any woman who wasn’t consenting to his attentions.
‘Ben, please, remember that I’m your mother. You can’t do this, you just can’t.’
But he could and he did.
Forcing his cock between my lips, pushing hard to overcome my resistance. Then pumping fast, ramming into me, his chest heaving with the exertion. Oblivious to my pleas to think about what he was doing, ignoring my pleas to stop.
Until, until he came. With a huge shudder as he dumped his load into me, into his mother. And as he came, he let out a yowl. Was it the pain of his balls or his anguish at what he had done or the pleasure of reaching climax or contempt for the woman he had subdued? Who knows?
He collapsed on top of me, crushing me as he slowly regained his breath and composure. Finally, he climbed off me, pulled up his clothes and walked away.
‘Ben, come back here. You can’t just walk off after what you’ve done. We’ve got to talk.’
But it was too late. He’d gone. just walked away like nothing had happened, leaving me exhausted and shattered by what had happened. I pulled my robe around me and curled up, my mind numb, unable to think about the repercussions of this, for me, for him, for our relationship. In the end, my body took control and my arm reached for my phone.
‘Police? I want to report a rape. I’m the victim. My son just raped me.’
There is a sequel: "Raped by my son 2 - the police interrogation"
