Story Excerpt

Three Sons Rape Mother Again, by Jezebel Rose

 

Brock, Bill, and Jack were there at the birthing. They saw the child emerge from within their mother. It was a forbidden child from an extreme rape nine months ago.

Mother sat in her bedroom, tending to the child next to the bed. Even though he was just a baby, he screamed throughout the nights, keeping Brock, Bill, and Jack up.

“Goddamnit, keep that thing quiet!” Brock yelled as he pounded on his mother’s bedroom door repeatedly. Having not slept in over twenty-four hours, he was not only physically, but mentally exhausted as well.

Jack walked out of his bedroom, stretching. “Fuck that thing is so god damned loud,” he said through weary eyes.

“Yeah, and it’s keeping me up. I got shit to do tomorrow!”

Jack nodded, “I agree bro, but what can do we do about it? For fuck’s sake, it’s a child.”

“Put it in the guest room? That room is padded, remember?”

“Oh yeah, that’s right. Wonder if mom would let us?” Jack pounded on the door, “Mom, let us in.”

Mother immediately opened the door. She knew the consequences of disobedience. “What?” she said, her long black hair tied up in a large bow on the back of her head. Her white nightgown hung to the floor, yet covered her large, swollen, milk-filled breasts. With the face of an angel, every time she went to pick up liquor, she was always carded. For that, many businesses sought her out as a model. One company even approached her to get her into pornography, but she always declined. Her husband had left them more than enough to live off for many years.

“None of us can sleep,” Brock said, “so we came up with an idea so that we can all get some rest around here.”

Bill opened the door from his bedroom and walked towards the three talking. “What’s going on?”

“Well, as I was saying,” Brock continued, “we think that we can put the thing into the guest room for the night.”

Mother tried to shut the door, “No! The ‘thing’ you refer to, is your brother, and you will treat him as such! He has just as much right to cry as I do!”

Jack easily held the door open with one hand, “We aren’t going to bed until Harry is in the other room. You can sleep in there with him if you want.”

Mother weighed the options in her mind, but to get her and the baby into the other room would require time cleaning out the guest room. In its current state, it could not hold her and the baby crib.

“That room is trashed! We can’t sleep in there,” Mother exclaimed, frustrated her sons would even bring up the idea.

Bill turned around and went into the guest room, heaving away several boxes; just enough room for a crib and a small spot for his mother.

“Now it’s not. Now go in there and go to sleep,” Bill said, returning to his mother’s bedroom.

Mother sighed and pushed the baby crib into the other room.

All three sons watched, excited to get some sleep finally.

Mother returned to pick up a few pillows and bent over the bed, grabbing at the sheets.

Jack could not help his cock from hardening as he watched his mother’s behind barely peeking out from the bottom of her white nightgown. It reminded him of just the month prior when he and his other two brothers raped their mother while she was pregnant with the baby.

Bill and Brock felt similarly as Jack turned and watched the two slowly close the bedroom door behind them. Eagerly stripping off their shirts and pants, they approached their mother from behind as she continued to pick at the pillows, fluffing them and preparing for bed.

“Woah,” Mother said, turning around, “Hello boys?”

Within a moment, she knew what was going to happen. She could see the instinctual breeding in their eyes as they closed in around her. The past two times she fought the three boys, but this time she felt differently. She considered embracing the three, so it would not be quite as painful as it was in the past.

Jack pushed his mother flat on the bed, spreading her hair in a circle around her head. “Before we go to bed, I think we need to have a little bit of fun first,” he grunted as he held onto her limp legs.

Brock stepped up, “Wait, bro. Look, she isn’t even resisting.”

Mother laid flat on the bed, her legs spread wide. With her white panties showing underneath the nightgown, each of her sons could make out the bits of hair protruding from the sides. It was apparent she had not shaved in a while.

“Just do whatever you want to do,” Mother said with a sigh.

She turned and looked away from the three, staring at the white wall beside her.

“Go on, fuck me, rape me, do whatever you want, but just get on with it,” Mother said again, still looking away from her sons.

Bill jumped up on the bed first, shoving his head between her legs, “Hey, if you want to enjoy it, please do.”

Her fragrance wafted up around his face as he slid his tongue along the outside of her long pink slit. Parts of her vagina had stretched during the birthing and now had just started to tighten back up. With her large breasts swollen, and slightly painful, she waited for the three to take her yet again, for the third time now.

Pleasure rippled up from between her legs as scenes of rape floated through her mind, filling every crack and crevice. Remembering how she screamed in pain, trying to resist the three from fucking her was all she could think about.

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