A Teacher Mom In Trouble

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Teacher Wife was a story told through the eyes of a husband of his wife falling victim to the horny desires of six of her teenage students. The enable was abso- lutely an inspired stroke of genius, as a school pro- ject was combined with a helping of drugs and alcohol to ensure that the wife gave the kids the experience they were wanting.

I am going to keep the school project and the use of drugs almost exactly as originally presented in concept but really try to expand on them into a major focal point in my own story as they are what was hilarious to me in the original. Everything else is an mkarl original as it is my mom and the guys I grew up with taking care of the action. The story goes through my eyes and as usual the story will be open ended with the baby on the way [oops!]

And now the main event:

I don’t feel sorry. If my dad leaves her… so what. Mom should not have made me so horny. She deserved it. She gets all the guys so fucking horny that we had to do it. Tyrone had the plan but we all knew mom was so stupid that it would work perfect. They thought I would not want to fuck her too, but so what if she is my mom? I am not dead. I know the perfect fuck when I see her as well as any of those horny bastards so I took my turn. I mean she is my mom and the family wrecked was mine so I deserved to have my go at mom as well as a copy of the videotape to enjoy any time I like.

I know I am rambling but I want everyone to know I don’t care if mom is knocked up or not. I realized no one will know who I am or my mom and actually that is the only way I am able to rant about our day with mom as our fuck-toy because dad has no idea it even hap- pened. Even mom’s recollection of the first time is almost nil because of the drugs and alcohol but she is now fully aware that the baby on board is black and it is too late to convince dad that it was rape so he will be leaving the picture with the impression that she was a slut fucking around on him. What a laugh that will be. I will miss dad of course but mom brought everything on herself and having her life so totally fucked-up is worth any dad.

I want everyone to be able to understand why I did it. I am no monster or freak. I am just your typical all- americain-thirteen-year-old-next-door type of kid that has his needs and just also happens to have my own mother as my English teacher. As luck has it the class is predominantly comprised of several of the sports heroes of our community and as is usually the case, the lads in question are all persons of color. I am pretty athletic myself and am accepted more or less as one of the niggers when we hang out so that is how they got involved in my tale.

Mom is the personification of the liberal, bleeding- heart, save-the-world, purer-then-snow ultimate do- gooder. She is very book smart but has no fucking clue the way she drives the kids insane with her hot body in those prim and proper teacher dresses. My good friend Tyrone confided in me at the beginning of semester that he had wood for my mom. He got all apologetic if it offended me but I told him I would be into that. We both had a good laugh and spent the year trying to figure out how to make it happen. Then Tyrone got a hold of the Ecstasy.

The stuff is fucking legal. Can you believe it. I mean on it’s own ecstasy just makes a person a little more friendly while confusing them and drying them up but Tyrone explained it to me that if we could feed enough of it to mom then her taste would get distorted enough we would be able to get her bombed on alcohol before she even knew she was being raped. He told me that a group of the guys wanted in on the fun and they could do it without me if I would be too embarrassed. Yeah, right.

The final piece of the pie was the most perfect one of all. Tyrone had received an assignment from mom herself to do a consumer testing style interview. It would be the way to get mom high as long as she was so predic- table and would fall helplessly into our delicious little trap. I approached mom with the bait.

“What does he want?”

“He needs us to be his interview subjects mom.”

“He is suppose to interview Sarah.”

“She isn’t available Saturday, mom. Tyrone really needs a good mark. You know he is in danger of failing the class.”

“I am quiet aware of that but I can’t show favoritism.”

“He doesn’t need it mom. You should see how clever he is. He even is renting a video-camera to make the interview real. He bought crackers and everything.”

“Wow. That is a lot more then was assigned. It sounds like he should get a wonderful mark.”

“He really needs to try the interview just so he won’t be nervous in class.”

“Why don’t you do it Michael?”

“I am going to help him with the video mom. Come-on. Dad is away all Saturday. You are not doing anything else.”

“All right Michael. I do want Tyrone to do well. It would be better if his partner reversed with him but I guess they can do it during study period on Monday.”

“Thanks mom. You don’t know how happy he is going to be.”

Tyrone was able to get everything we needed. He had enough ecstasy to drug an elephant. We had the video camera for the day and Tyrone had handcuffs and a ball- gag in case things didn’t go as planned. According to everything on the Internet that we could find, once the Ecstasy started kicking in then mom would get dizzy and thirsty. We planned to use her confusion to get her tied-up if possible. Ideally the combination of Ecstasy and alcohol would turn her into a slut ready for anything but we were committed to a full scale rape if that is what it would take.

Mom was in a school dress when Tyrone came over which was strange for a Saturday as she was normally more casual around the house. I guess she wanted to maintain as much authority as possible. I half wondered if mom was concerned having a young black stud in the house with her, without her husband around if things got out of hand.

I set the camera up on the tripod and waited while Tyrone joined mom on the couch. He was so excellent that mom just ate him up as the serious student only trying to better himself.

“Now Mrs. Knight, as you know I am conducting market research to determine consumer preference to several brands of crackers. I will need to have you try several samples and then honestly evaluate the merits of the product for taste, texture and visual presentation. I know the crackers will make you quiet thirsty so I have lots of water here for you.”

“I don’t need to eat the crackers Tyrone. This is just pretend interviewing.”

“But I made this spread and everything special for you Mrs. Knight.”

“Yeah but…”

“Mom he went to a lot of trouble. Doesn’t it look good. It will just be a few crackers.”

“Well… okay. I guess so but in class, Tyrone all that Sarah will need to do is make up answers as the crackers are not important.”

[Crackers. It is funny to me that cracker is the white equivalent to the term nigger. Aren’t words wonderful?]

We needed to get mom started on the Ecstasy and with no guarantees as to just how much we would be able to feed her, Tyrone went right for a specially prepared cracker as his first choice.

“Is this potato salad? Did you make it yourself or did your mom help.”

“I made it all myself mam. It would please me if you ate it all.”

I zoomed the camera onto mom’s face as she took the first Ecstasy tablet crushed onto the cracker. “So was it Mrs..Knight.”

“It was quiet unusual. Good though. I never tasted potato salad with quite that flavor. I guess the cracker is what is important though. It was quiet bland. Without the salad I would not have fancied it at all. The shape was utterly unappealing and the texture was dry.”

“I will give you a Ritz next. I have one with more salad I would love you to sample Mrs. Knight.”

“It is a good thing that crackers are not very fatten- ing. If I am going to be eating them all for your whole half hour presentation then I could get quite fat.”

“Oh no Mrs.. Knight. You are perfect. A million crackers couldn’t destroy that body.”

“Why thank you Tyrone.” The blush on mom’s face was priceless but a look filled her eyes that told me Tyrone better cool it until the drugs started to take effect. Tyrone passed mom the Ritz cracker loaded with the Ecstasy enriched potato salad which she completely ate. Mom had always been partial to potato salad and the choice of it enabled us to get large quantities of Ecstasy into mom’s stomach before she had much food to slow down the absorption process. Still we were going to have to prolong things before mom would get more manageable so we had arranged for Jerome to call the house with his own project related problem.

We had just fed mom her third cracker when she got the call. Tyrone and I kept our voices down as we celebrated how perfect things were going. We had thought she would want to be eating plain crackers at first but we figured five or six more and she would be so overdosed that we would have to back off or start to risk damaging her. Deaths do to Ecstasy are rare but I saw at least one report and I knew we had to be careful.

Jerome kept mom on the phone for twelve minuets. She tried to break off but Tyrone and me told her to take her time as we could wait. I saw mom wipe her brow and saw a trickle of sweat. Jerome finally asked to talk to me and I told him to start over with the guys. I saw mom dad herself again and told Jerome she was already sweating and we would start getting her drunk.

I saw Tyrone signal me and gave him a nod. It was a little faster then we had anticipated but mom was almost ready for step two.

Tyrone fed mom a Keebler cracker next and we waited as she gave her opinion. Mom’s voice actually slurred a little. Tyrone asked her if she was feeling okay. She said she was thirsty so Tyrone poured her a glass of bottle water. Mom mentioned it tasted funny and we told her it was flavored mineral water. We had mom set up for everything.

“Mrs. Knight, next we need to perform a blind test. As you know sight can be a big influence on a person and all we really want in a taste test. Would it be okay if I put my tie around your eyes.”

Without the effects of the Ecstasy I can not imagine mom agreeing to it. I mean maybe she would have but the request only made sense in the context of a true test not a mock interview but there was mom nodding her head and Tyrone putting the tie in place.

“Are you still thirsty Mrs.. Knight?”

“Yes please.”

I quickly mixed her a rye and water. I had studied that Ecstasy affected the sense of taste but this was pushing things as Tyrone handed the drink to my mom.

“Is this water?”

“Yeah mom.”

“It tastes funny. I have never tried bottle water before. It is different then that first one right?”

“Yeah mom. Tyrone only has one bottle of cherry and more of this one. It is okay isn’t it?”

“Maybe you could get be some tap water.” Mom’s voice was really getting slurred.

“Okay mom, later. The tape is rolling so we better finish.”

“I kind of feel dizzy boys. I don’t know why. Maybe we should finish.” She almost sounded like she was pleading.

“No Mrs.. Knight. Here I will give you another drink.”

Mom finished the rye and water.

“If you are not feeling well maybe we should go to the final stage of the test. I will put the crackers in your mouth so you can’t feel them or see them. Then we will really know the best cracker. Put your arms behind your back and I can tie them so you will not be tempted to touch anything.”

Tyrone motioned for the handcuffs. I was fearful he had gone too fast but to my very pleased eyes I quickly saw mom submissively comply in her drugged little stupor. The main effect of Ecstasy is to loosen one’s inhibi- tions and make them more socially accommodating. Maybe mom wanted to be our play toy. As Tyrone snapped on the cuffs it was all irrelevant anyhow because she was long past the point of being able to escape the fucking she had coming.

We still had a few minuets before the guys would be at the party so Tyrone took out the bottle of Ecstasy tablets and told mom to open her mouth. I focused in to catch everything as the nigger put the pill on mom’s lips and told her to eat it.

“What was that?” She chewed and swallowed it but was still alert enough to worry it was no cracker.

“I have the crackers in the same shape so you will not be able to tell which is better. Open your mouth again.”

Mom obeyed her new master and Tyrone placed another pure pill into mom’s mouth letting his black finger linger in her open mouth for the camera. Mom ate the pill.

“I am so thirsty.”

“I will hold the bottle for you. Drink all you can.”

Tyrone put the mouth of the rye bottle to mom’s mouth and started to pore it in. The numbness of mom’s mouth from the effect’s of the Ecstasy had her dribbling out of both sides of her mouth as Tyrone just seamed intent on pouring the whole bottle down her throat. Mom started pulling back and still the nigger tried to keep the bottle in her mouth.

“No more. Please.”

Mom sounded so helpless. My cock was rock hard. It was all we could do to wait for the gang but they must have ran all the way to my house as there was the knock at the door. Mom asked to be released but Tyrone just told her I would get it. Deon was practically shouting he was so excited as he asked me how many pills she had taken. I told him to calm down. I quickly told them we had her eating the pills straight as we went to the living room. Mom knew others were with Tyrone and me.

“Michael. I am not feeling good. Please let me go.”

“Not yet mom. You need another ‘cracker’.”

Toby actually said he wanted to see her eat a pill. Mom had to hear him. It did not really matter but it was still careless. I wanted to tell him how stupid he was but there was no time as Tyrone was already getting the pill out. Everyone tried to get a good view as he told her to open her mouth. I guess mom was finally catching on as she shook her head and kept her mouth shut. There was no need to delay things since everyone was in place so Tyrone just pinched her nose. When mom ran out of breath he stuffed the pill in and covered her mouth so she could not spit it out. “How did that one taste Mrs. Knight?”

The combination of Ecstasy and Rye had mom confused but not totally stupid yet. It was pretty clear even to her the trouble she was in with a roomful of boys, blind- folded and bound. She had to have put two and two together with the way she felt and Toby’s slip of the tongue along with the show of force by Tyrone to realize she was drugged and I was in on it. I would have given my left arm to taste mom’s panic as her confused little brain got the picture at last.

“Michael, let me go.” She tried to sound so tough but she was almost crying.

“Your the project now mom. The kids all have a lot to learn today. You want the kids to learn right mom?”

“Boy’s… please… why are you doing this?”

Poor stupid mom. That is what looking too cute will get a girl. Maybe sex-education was not her field but we all knew she would be able to fill the bell far better then Mr. Hogan ever had. If she really was a caring teacher she should be grateful to be of such a valuable assistance in the learning process of human reproduction.

“Don’t pretend you don’t want it Mrs. Knight. Michael knows the truth. He sees the way ‘mommy’ makes eyes at the niggers. I told him how you pressed against me when I asked you to explain that word last week and pressed your tits against me.”

“That is not true.”

“You want this. Every white bitch want’s the nigger experience.”

“Don’t use ‘that’ word.”

“What word?”

“It is not proper.” Fuck mom was funny. She was about to get herself raped and she was hung up on ‘nigger.’

Tyrone thought it was funny too. “You thought ‘it’ before. You are too proper too say it. Are you afraid to hurt my feelings. You stupid cracker. I love being black. Everyone knows that we are better then you. Honky rednecks are just scared. Are you scared. Once you go black you never get back.”

“Michael I am you mom. Please Michael stop this. No one will know.”

“Lots of people are going to know mom. Everyone is here. Have you ever had twelve guys before. You are not getting away so don’t be stupid and we can all have a lot of fun.”

Leroy has always been a real jerk and he was the first one to put his hands on my mom. He sat on the couch opposite of Tyrone and reached for the zipper on mom’s dress. When mom tried to struggle to her feet, Leroy took her hair and Tyrone put his arms around her waist. Mom did not scream. It could have been the drugs or just her not thinking there was any use.

Leroy and Tyrone pulled mom’s dress forward to expose her brassiere. It was just a white simple cross your heart but to me the symbolism of the first act of sexuality was a Kodak moment and I was as pleased as punch to have it on camera.

“Standup bitch,” Leroy ordered my mom. I saw the flash as he pulled out a knife to cut her dress from around her arms.

Mom whimpered so sexy… so scared. The Ecstasy and rye had her swaying slightly but she knew she was being raped and felt it. Leroy wanted her to feel the blade.

“Be careful Mrs.. Knight. We would not want this knife to slip. It feels cold against your belly. It is time for us to see those tits. I bet your nipples are hard. I see them sometimes. You don’t always were a bra to school do you. The boys want to see your tits now don’t you all.”

The room filled with cries in the affirmative and Leroy took the honor of using the knife to slice mom’s bra off. With her hands securely cuffed behind her back mom had no choice but to stand in front of us all on her wobbly knees, baring her breasts in utter humilia- tion. Tyrone took a squeeze and mom gasped as he pinched both her nipples between his rough fingers.

‘Make’em hard’ and ‘she likes it’ type chants filled the room. Mom’s mouth moved as if trying to say some- thing but no words came out. I looked to her face to see if the tears had started yet. The sense of betrayal to her must have been overwhelming to be posed in front of her students stripped to nothing but panties and stockings and to have her own videoing it like a cheap porno. Leroy held her by the hair so she would not fall over and ran the knife along her body.

“Quit hogging her. I want to kiss.” It was Tank. At two hundred and fifty pounds of mostly meat no one was going to deny our star tackle. Tank had a real shot at the NFL and was kind of a fool to be taking part in the rape but he had been hot for mom’s ass from day one and was going to have his satisfaction.

Tyrone and Leroy moved off letting Tank take mom in his massive arms. He spun her so the camera could catch his big black hands on her ass. He felt her up trough her cotton panties and pressed his big lips full onto my mother’s. He looked like he could crush her with those huge black hands. It was a beautiful image for the camera full of implied intimidation and outright wickedness with the chrome handcuffs, the white panties and all the black.

Jerome had the next go at my mom. He went right for her neck to give her a hickey. The loose plan was to try to keep everything secret from my dad. Hickeys were going to be hard to explain. Jerome told my mom how he was going to fuck her cunt with his big black cock. He told her she wanted it and to kiss him to prove it. Mom kissed him.

I almost felt disappointed that mom was not crying. I knew that the Ecstasy would have her as agreeable as she would ever be but this was rape. She was going to get black bred not to mention the outrage of being had my her own son. I could not believe she really wanted it but her fighting was so week. She was barely pro- testing at all to be our little nigger play-toy. I was actually believing she liked it when Deon was the first to try to force her to her knees.

“Stop. Let me go. Your hurting me.” She probably thought she was screaming but her senses were so muddled through the drugs and drink that it sounded comical and a couple of the guys broke up which had us all laughing our fool heads off. Deon looked ridiculous giggling like a school girl while trying to look menacing with a good pull of mom’s hair and his nine inch erection about to secure penetration.

“Open wide bitch,” Deon finally managed to spit out and then the room got serious. Things were past the point of last return.

Mom was actually as easy as any whore would have been. In the back of a guy’s mind we always think are mom’s are special. Even when we want to fuck them a mom is always larger then life in the boy’s own mind but all I could think of as I saw that long black cock slide between her pretty red lips and deep into her wet willing mouth was that mom was a slut. I mean what type of bastard does it make me to actually rape my own mom and then blame her for being raped? It is something I have to think about but then I am only writing all this to prove I don’t care anyhow so I am glad mom got her first nigger cock. She had probably never had anything so big before and it thrilled me to hear her gag as Deon secured deeper penetration.

“Give me the camera Michael. I want to do it like that fucker in the video’s that makes the bitches look like sluts when they suck. I am taking off the blindfold so the camera gets her eyes while I choke the bitch.”

Mom was a certainly a sight in her drug induces stupor trying to accept that thick, long black cock between her pretty red lips and deep into her wet mouth. She blinked her eyes as they readjusted to sight. It was only a wonder what thoughts filled her confused little brain as she was forced to look into the merciless face of her once trusted student as he educated her on what he had really thought of her all along. The realization must have hit home as we were all rewarded with the first solitary tear down mom’s cheek.

Excited chatter of ‘suck it bitch’ and ‘choke the cunt’ filled the background as Deon made the big play for total penetration. Still aiming the camera directly down onto the obscenely distorted image of my mom’s violation, Deon pushed it home. “Come on Mrs.. Knight. You are going to have a lot of cock. If you can’t handle my nine inches what the fuck are you going to do with Mustafa? You better learn to take it deep- throat with me or he will be the last face you ever see.”

The psychological imagery of mom getting choked out that way was pretty powerful to me and the guys as well but the effectiveness on my mom was minimal at best considering her level of clear thinking was pretty much reduced to just a dim awareness of being raped and the pathetic little mustering of her totally inane pleadings for us to release her.

“Please boys no more… please… why? … no, please… please… michael, please.”

It was more then enough to get on all our fucking nerves. Every time someone pulled out of her mouth it was please, please, please. Tyrone finally had to fucking slap her face and tell her to shut the hell up. No one cared. We were going to fuck her all day long. We were going to video tape everything. She could either have her career ruined or she would learn to be the slave we all wanted. Tyrone hit her so hard it was obvious she would be sporting a shiner the next several days around school.

We had not really established the level of violence we were going to put to my mother. The goal of course was the long term enslavement of her to out perverted desires. My dad was the major complication. Ideally I would have loved to see my mother beaten black and blue; whipped until she acknowledged her nigger masters; tattooed from head to toe in all of the most appropriate spots with the most suggestive and obscene labels imaginable; and of course knocked up so fucking big she would show from a mile away, but reality had to temper the fantasy. I had made the allowance that my mom would have her hair pulled until she might think we were ripping it from her head but the strikes from our hands would have to be limited to her face and possibly her stomach if she had got really bitchy. We needed to allow the excuse that she had took a stumble down the stairwell like the stupid girl she is if dad got inquisitive and the bruises we applied to her pretty white body needed to be consistent with such an excuse.

Tyrone got off on the first slap of my mother’s face and hit her again. “Do you understand bitch? We own your white ass. No one cares. No one is going to let you go. Michael doesn’t care. He has a hardon. YOUR OWN SON HAS A HARDON BITCH. How does that make you feel Mrs.. Knight. Michael wants you knocked-up and we are going to do that for him. We are going to breed you bitch. That is what is making your kid hard. He loves his mommy and knows you will have a proper young nigger that will color your family good and proper. You can be a lifetime slave to all your children. That is what excites Michael. It is time for you to see how hard you excite your own child.”

Tyrone yanked mom’s hair and pulled her off balance. Either mom was too stubborn to let herself be led to me of the Ecstasy inspired dizziness knocked her off balance. In either event the result was the powerfully erotical image of my good friend dragging my half-naked white mother by her hair, face first across the rug like some primitive cave girl to drop her helplessly at my feet. I felt like some fantastic animal about to rip the insides of its still kicking prey as I reached down and took my own pull of my mother’s long hair.

Words failed me as my mother’s painful whimper of getting yanked up to her knees by her own son just sent a jolt through my gut that felt like a lightning strike had welded me to the floor. My cock had never been so fully erect which admittedly was a major blessing in the company of so many who drawfed my size in comparison. My violation of my mother would never compete on a size by size comparison but I somehow feel that size was not what counted most that day. As I mustered every feeling of hostility and sexual frustration by mother ad ever inflicted upon me the obvious became self evident. For my mom who had done everything for me and had lived her whole life only for the service of good, the ultimate betrayal upon her by the one person she loved more then life itself was the final destruction of all that she had been.

Even the drugs and alcohol could not allow for her acceptance at the utter degradation of being gagged on the cock of her own son. The tears flowed freely as I rubbed salt into the wound finally finding my voice to tell her what a filthy mommy-cunt and whore she was. I told her she have loved to nurse me as a baby and I was going to own her tits again. I boasted I was better then my father and ordered her to repeat it but even as I pulled her hair all the responds I could get was her blubbering. I was the first of us to toss my load. I wanted the child to be black so there was no point to save my soldiers for the big lottery and I just let her have it on the face taking care to try to get as much into her eyes as I could.

My mother was a first class turn-on as the volume of my wad was as good as I had ever managed. Saving up had paid off and everyone made their comments on what a wet soaking I had put to my mother. I held her up by the hair like a fisherman with the catch of the day while Deon documented the evidence. Tyrone was good enough to take a few stills as he obscenely added they would make good posters for my bedroom walls. Leroy got off the best crack with his idea to turn the image of my mother’s face glazed like some fucking donut with my wet load of sperm into actual wall paper and do my whole house.

And I thought I was the sickest puppy I knew.

When our first video tape reached the end, we realized that it was time for the main event. I took over camera operations again while we took mom to her bedroom for the breeding. We had one last game that had always been a personal favorite to me. I explained it myself to mom that it would not be right to a child to be brought into the world as a bastard so before she could be bred we would first have our own little divorce and ‘white’ -wedding ceremonies.

I told the guys what drawls to fetch the props from and then played master of ceremonies to my mom’s total despair. First to go was the video she had arranged to have transferred from film of her initial ceremony to my father. We needed a new tape for the camera so Jerome held mom up for the camera while I put the precious video into the camera to begin to tape over it. Jerome told her to smile and gave her a good yank to open the scene just as I pressed record and called for action.

My mother’s wedding album was produced for destruction next. Pictures are the memories of our lives and hold special significance to a sentimentalist like my mother. My desire was to burn them all at once but that would have been highly impractical. I took a couple of her most cherished shots from the day and had Tyrone scissor my dad out of the picture. The new supply of tears told us she got the message and so I just told her then album would be burned at the trash yard later.

To dispose of mom’s wedding certificate and the ulti- mate symbolism of the ring, I desired a far more personal humiliation of my mother. The guys were admittedly not as into it as I was but she was my mom that I was allowing them to breed so my wish was honored by all. The certificate went first, draped over her face to await its special preparation. Then as I filmed the ceremony each and every nigger except Tyrone took his turn at a piss onto my mother’s face.

The certificate took the brunt of the urinal onslaught but a boy’s aim being what it is, mom looked a sight when Adam was the last to shake off on her piss- drenched face. The paper had to almost be peeled from her as soaked as it was. In a way mom should have been grateful we softened it so for her because my require- ment was to have her eat it and I put the camera in focus for a close up as Adam stuffed it home. He kept a hold of her chin to force her to chew and prevent her from spitting it out until she managed to swallow.

The only way to top the scene was for the ultimate filth of the rings fate. In my fantasies I think the perfect concept would have been to force mom to return the ring to my father with the message of what she now thought of it in her new life as a nigger slave but with my dad unavailable the recipient of the disgust- ingly prepared ring was to be my mother herself. I missed out on who had taken the dump but the toilet was ready so I followed Adam to the bathroom with camera in hand. Leroy got into the picture ordering my mother to give up her ring before he broke her finger. She cried out loud enough I thought the aggressive bastard had made good o the threat but then so what.

Bones heal but the mental cruelty of what was done next would scar her for life.

“Now be a good girl and put the ring into the shit to show the camera what you think of your marriage.”

Mom tried to refuse and Leroy got to take a turn on my mother’s face. “Do it Mrs.. Knight. Put that ring into the shit with your dainty white hands or I will beat the fuck out of you.”

As Leroy almost took her head off someone told him to cool it so as to not damage the merchandise. I did not have that problem and was thrilled to see the third commanding slap that finally forced mom’s compliance. My ultimate idea was for mom to take the shit-filthied ring and force dad to eat it but the plan was changed now to just have mom flush the toilet with her own free will. Having her eat it would have been more obscene but we still had to fuck the bitch and none of us were too keen on dirtying her up so much first.

Mom’s hand shook just a tremble as she watched the former symbol of her life flush down the toilet. It was so poignant.

I would have died satisfied at that point but the boys were still building to the rape and before I knew it we were stuffing mom into her wedding dress. It was something of a family heirloom serving three generations of brides but unless the next will be an ultra slut the line ends at my mother’s ‘white’-wedding. Leroy took the pleasure himself, but showed surprisingly good skill at altering the dress with his knife into a piece suitable for the occasion.

Mom had saved the panties from her wedding day but that was a pleasure I reserved for myself as mom’s final treasures took their first display for us all but only long enough to strip of the white cotton respectability of her first pair and step her into the sheer naughti- ness of the silken choice she had made all those years prior. “Dad must have thought you were a whore huh mom? You sure look like one dressed so slutty.”

Tyrone had got into my dad’s suit and took his place with my mother while we took out the family bible for her to exchange the vows with. Being as religious as she was the acted sacrilege was a nice touch to my sensibilities. When Jerome pronounced them master and slave he informed Tyrone that he could now own his woman and Tyrone put mom once more to her knees as the final piece of my fantasy. I guess it shows a little racism on my part even though my best friends are all black but the symbolism of animals claiming territory by pissing just screams at me to have mom’s ownership as a nigger slave officiated with a piss into her mouth by her master.

Mom either wrecked the scene or made it depending on your view when she was unable to hold it down. She brought up most of the certificate too. Leroy wanted her to eat it again but was quickly out voted and told what a sick-fuck he was. We paused as mom was sprayed clean with the shower hose and then it was baby time.

The new hubby had drawing one to win the lottery. Tyrone was probably twice again the size of my dad and despite his prior experience he found mom tight to enter. Mom made one last beg off for us to spare her and then the next sound was the best scream she could muster as Tyrone achieved penetration. We just let her make her noise as she was slurred enough that the screams were barely half volume and the house is built well enough so as to guarantee no interference by the neighbors. Mom could scream herself hoarse and she was still going to be raped and bred.

Tyrone’s powerful muscled ass pounded his potent weapon into mom’s target of love until the bomb was released. Full saturation of his potent seed into her fertile unprotected womb was a total success. The room seemed to enjoy a collective sigh of relief at the final achievement of victory as though our last fear of failure was dispersed with Tyrone’s triumphant orgasm into my defeated mother.

Tyrone barely moved off before the bang began. Jerome, Leroy, Devon, Adam, Leon, Toby, ect, ect. The names blended together as much as the bodies in the see of humanity that swarmed my mother’s bed to take use of her sex. Everyone wanted a go before Mustafa ruined her.

I pause now to pay honor to my god. If you ever saw those faked pictures of the black dude with his cock down to his knee you would swear it must have been Mustafa. I mean that is an exaggeration of course but the truth is we measured the monster at seventeen inches from base to tip. It was not as wide as my arm because I am a good sized kid but it was probably close in thickness to my mom’s own wrist. He had always been concerned that a bitch would run when she took her first look but now as mom was held in place he was to have his first pussy.

Mustafa had not yet enjoyed my mother’s talents and a dick his size required a lot of blood for full erection so he began his assault taking straddle of her head and plopping it down onto her face. It must have felt like getting hit with a baseball bat. I think mom would have screamed if she was still able. Her eyes crossed as she tried to come to comprehension in her drugged daze at the enormity of the monster she had to battle next.

Mustafa slid back and pushed my mother’s breasts around his dick while still reaching her mouth with his head. It awed us all into silent worship. “Suck me bitch,” the black god commanded his helpless white victim.

To say mom was choked on that cock as the action pro- gressed is as understated as saying the Titanic his a little ice cube. It almost became a possibility that mom was to be expired in her forced efforts to do deep-throat. I was on the verge of panic and about to interfere in the kids desires to bury it ball-deep between mom’s red lips when he thankfully reached the obvious conclusion himself. Mom sucked the breath in at the last possible instant as Mustafa slid the snake out.

Tyrone nudged me in the ribs. “He is going to ruin your mom for white cock forever now.”

I shot back that he was a pencil himself before the awesome meat of Mustafa and then we joined in the silent awe of the mount of mom’s cunt. The scream I expected had been suffocated from her by the previous acts but the response of her body still spoke the tale. From her curled toes to the involuntary spasm arching her back, it was clear mom knew she was filled to capacity.

It was a surreal moment as Mustafa had his go at the lottery as to who would breed my mother. The rape was to continue on for several hours with some taking third and fourth turns upon my mother. The obligatory multiple penetrations and gymnastic team-ups all filled us with glee but for my purposes Mustafa’s climax is as good a point as any to wrap up this tale.

Mustafa’s sheer size ensured pain and for me to cum into my underwear as he ruined my mother was just so appropriate. I did not fuck her myself that day but I did not need too. It is unlikely my sperm would have did the job but I could not risk it. My satisfaction was going to my mom as she laid passed out from the ordeal after the boys had left and just snuggling with the well fucked slut. I rested my head on her now bred belly and drifted to sleep myself. She would not wake for several hours and there would be time enough to have her understand and accept her new life on the ‘morrow but as I watched the cum puddle between her legs from her filled cunt, I slept the sleep of the truly blessed as I had fulfilled the ultimate fantasy to see my Teacher Mom in Trouble.

Epilogue

I hope the story did not disappoint. I am not sure I satisfied my own taste for the seduction scene to really get across the betrayal to my mom but then I am well satisfied on how I hit my stride with the sex act. As I mentioned in the prologue please give credit to New Man for the concept of students using Ecstasy and alcohol to take advantage of their teacher, as well as the very cute idea of a mock ‘consumer-testing’ setting. I will be doing this story again in a non- incest version from the eyes of the husband. If you wish to see it when it is finished e-mail me for a copy at mkarl2000@hotmail.com I welcome any cor- respondence and will reply to all. Criticism is just as valid as praise as I am trying to improve as a writer and need to what is working and what is not.

Until then I am mkarl.