The Ravishment of Sheila Ch. 1

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By William DuPain  (c)

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An incestuous relationship, between a frustrated mother and her
son, gone violent.

MF-Language-Abuse.
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Sheila Verona stood in front of her kitchen sink staring blankly
out the small window above it. She was under a tremendous amount
of stress at this time and it was beginning to show in the
relationships with her family and friends.


She was short with everyone it seemed anymore and she couldn't
control her outbursts. Her Husband Victor had left months ago,
her son's friends no longer came around to visit him nor did any
of Sheila's old friends.


It was money, as it always seemed to be; Victor had lost his job
at the local plant and things went downhill rapidly. She didn't
know now where the money would come from to pay the bills and she
didn't make enough herself to meet them.


She had a terrible fight with her son that morning about his
going to stay with a friend that next weekend when so much needed
done around the house. Things had become heated and there were
terrible words exchanged between the two.


Sheila had said things to her son she now regretted and wished
she could take back. She grabbed the checkbook from the counter
and walked over to the table seating herself in one of the
chairs. She would again try to see if she couldn't juggle things
around enough to catch the light bill up before they shut her
power off.


Sheila was thirty-five now but didn't look near her age, she had
long luxurious dark hair and deep gray eyes. Her breasts were a
little too large for her petite frame but not outlandishly so,
and they were still firm and high.


She had great legs that ran up to a pair of beautifully curved
hips that flowed into a nicely shaped thin waist. She had a
beautiful ass and very shapely lips that enhanced a beautiful
olive toned face.


As she sat refiguring her balance she was in contention with a
splitting headache that never seemed to end lately. She sensed
rather than consciously heard her son Douglas enter the kitchen
area as she manipulated her scant account.


Douglas swung the appliance door open and reached in for the jug
of ice water his mother always kept there and grabbed a glass
from the overhead cupboard. Douglas filled his glass and leaving
it there turned to place the glass container back in the
refrigerator when it slipped from his hand and shattered on the
floor.


Sheila was startled badly by the exploding sound of the near
carnage and jumped up from her chair spinning around to find the
scene of the crisis. She stood their, her nerves already
unraveled by other distractions and as she surveyed the broken
glass and water on the floor she began to cry.


"You stupid little bastard, do you think all I have to do in my
life is clean up after your idiotic misfortunes!" she screamed,
as the tears flowed freely down her cheeks.


Her loud complaint caught her son off guard; he was shocked and
then angered.


"If you hadn't driven my father away with your constant
complaining I wouldn't be a bastard, now would I, you cheap
Spanish whore!" he spat back in retaliation.


"What ... what did you call me you little shit!" she screamed at
him as she advanced on him.


Sheila slapped her son across the face the sound of the hard
impact reverberating through out the space of the room.


"No bitch, not this time!" he yelled at her.


He slapped her back and his five foot-eleven inch frame knocked
his smaller opponent to her knees. She was dazed, but as she
regained her senses she was filled with a fierce anger and rose
quickly to her feet.


Sheila leapt like a lioness taking prey, her strong sharp nails
peeling the flesh at the side of his face where blood sprang to
the surface immediately.


Douglas grabbed the front of her frilly blouse and slapped her
face hard once more. The force of his blow against the firm grip
of her blouse ripped the front of his mothers blouse wide open.


There before his eyes were two perfectly formed olive toned
globes of flesh beautifully shaped with full stiff nipples.
Sheila grabbed the shredded garment and tried pulling it together
to hide her nakedness from her sons' eyes.


"Oh no you don't whore!" he growled as he grabbed both hands and
moved them away.


He wanted to humiliate her, here in her own home, for her hateful
behavior toward everyone around her including himself. He slapped
her again with less force this time and noticed the beautiful
fire in her eyes, the evident self-righteous anger she was
feeling.


"You have beautiful breasts mother, how about letting me lick
them for you and alleviate a little of that sexual tension!" he
told her, his grin evil and menacing.


"Are you loco or just stupid Douglas, I am your mother!" she
offered weakly.


Douglas leaned his larger frame into his mothers' body and backed
her roughly up against the table. He ripped her blouse completely
off her body and then reaching down he ripped off her loose
flimsy skirt as well.


"You fucking bastard get away from me, if you touch me I'll put
you away somewhere I swear to God Douglas!" she screamed at him,
still crying as she spoke.


She stood there with nothing to do about it, exposed in her
panties only, before the hungry ravenous eyes of her angry son.
He pinned both her wrist behind her and moved his mouth to her
nipple as she tried to avoid contact there.


"Please Doug, don't do this to me ... please!" she begged him.


But as his hot mouth covered her nipple to devour her sweet flesh
there, a lightening bolt of pure unmitigated pleasure seared its
way along her consciousness exploding in heat between her legs
that made her flesh go dewy.


"Please don't, please ... please Doug, my God I'm your mom!" she
pleaded with tears.


But in spite of her words her body wanted his tongue on it,
wanted his hands between her legs touching her. She hated herself
at that moment as she realized he was going to fuck her and she
would likely orgasm beneath him.


"I hate you ... do you hear me bastard ... I said I hate your
fucking ass!" she screamed.


Doug looked his mother dead in the eye ... his own now cold,
dead, uncaring things. His fingers vised down on her nipple and
squeezed with all the power in his young body. She closed her
eyes and screamed, as her body trembled deeply with the pain of
his abuse.


When he let go she opened her eyes and he found a storm of sorrow
and pain there as he held them with his own. He pressed her lips
with his and found no response at first but when he slipped his
tongue into her mouth he thought he felt her part them just a
little.


While he explored everything in her mouth his hand dropped and
found its way between her legs. His young fingers slipped inside
her panties and opened her cavern finding the firmness of her
clit. He wooed her as they kissed, and gently, with ease of
touch, he sat about the seduction of her will.


She was moist, but he couldn't yet tell if she wanted him, she
was not struggling as fiercely now and he enjoyed very much the
warmth of her mouth. He broke the kiss and his mouth went
immediately to his mother's breast again where he pulled into his
mouth one large erect nipple. She shivered as his hot member
caressed the hard little rose of her breast and small waves of
warm pleasure moved across the surface of her vulva.


Sheila considered another protest but decided against it she knew
he wouldn't stop now not until his hot seed seared the inside of
her passage and his cock lurched in spasms inside her.


She felt the warmth of his mouth on her smooth skin making her
wet down below. Her need was rising and everything he did felt
good to her hungry body. She hadn't had male companionship for
some time now and she hadn't realized until now how much she had
missed it. She hated him for taking her this way but there was
nothing she could do.


Doug shoved his mother down roughly on the kitchen table and
ripped the thin panties from her body. Then parted her legs and
kneeling he put his face directly in front of her cunt. His
tongue darted out and swiped the dark cavern of her sweet
mysteries. Her body jerked sharply in response to his touch, as
her son began to eat her out.


"I hate you Doug ... you bastard!" she whispered lamely.


He didn't care, his cock was raging between his legs and if it
was the last thing on earth he accomplished, he was going to
bring his mother to a resounding orgasm.
He used his member skillfully against the warm wet tissue of his
mother's pussy inserting it as deeply as he could between the
swollen lips of her labia.


The very next time he lashed her clit she moaned pitifully and
her hips rose to meet his tongue. Her hands were now stroking the
thick dark hair of his head and she was beginning to croon
softly.


Sheila was moving quickly to bliss, in spite of her minds
protest, her body intended to have its way and obtain reprieve
from its frustration. Doug stopped and raised himself to his
feet, from the cast of her face he knew she was in stress to
release.


He lowered his lips to hers and she received him with due
gentleness this time and readily made room for his seeking
tongue. His hard thick cock was resting in her crevice directly
over her firm clit.


As his tongue probed her mouth his cock ground against her folds
producing some of the most beautiful sensations she could ever
remember experiencing. They exploded in her brain and body one
after the other, until she thought she might pass out from the
firestorm of pleasure.


The beautiful Sheila Verona was thrusting against the rhythm of
her son's movements in her crevice. Every movement of his cock
was a blessing of sweet joy to her flesh. She knew she was
gushing between her legs but her hunger was deep and long held.


She felt his strong hands gently caress the tissue of her swollen
breasts as they kissed. The passage of his slow strong hands over
her skin made her body tingle all over. The exploits of his
expertly educated tongue in her mouth was still thrilling the
beautiful vixen, driving her desire to desperation.


"I'm so sorry Douglas for the things I said I didn't mean them,"
she whispered.


"I know Sheila but I won't stop, I don't think I can now," he
answered, with strained voice.


"I know Doug and I don't want you to," she whispered in response.


"Put it in me Doug, I'm so hungry, fuck mommy my beautiful boy,
give mommy an orgasm," she cooed as she lovingly stroked his back
with her hands.


Doug did as his mother ask, he felt her tense as the width of his
cock began to slowly stretch her vaginal passage. She shivered
against him, as he advanced and sang softly, her low song of
desire at his ear.


"Te quiero a mi hijo," she whispered.   "I love you my son."


"I love you too mom," he replied.


"Usted es el golpe del corazón Douglas," she whispered. "You are
the beat of my heart Douglas."


She was driven to passion by the sensations her flesh had needed
so long now, the touch of human skin. The kiss, the hands, and
the feel of man between her legs again, that once more validated
her wounded femininity and completed her.


Her breath rushed from her lungs when her son's pelvis at last
pushed against her own, his long wide member filling her in a way
never known before. Her body rushed with fire, as her desire was
fully released within and her passion captured her consciousness,
taking both body and mind hostage to its own end.


With each deep hard thrust she moaned, her heels digging into her
son's buttocks forcing him into her, because she couldn't get
enough of the feeling so long absent from her life.


He used her like a whore, brutally, because it was what she
wanted, she wanted to leave that table sore, swollen, and needing
no more. He was like a great stallion in breeding season,
powerful, and deep, and Shelia loved all of it, the sound, scent,
and warmth of him.


As her impending explosion of personality approached she became
somewhat delirious, pathetically begging him to fuck her harder,
faster. Screaming that she loved him only and would always be his
now.


To say she thundered through the end of orgasm would be putting
it mildly, she nearly passed out with the intensity of her
release. Her convulsions literally sucked the sperm out of her
son's cock and she sprayed his entire upper thigh region with a
downpour of sexual fluids.


Doug pulled a nearby chair behind him and sat down and then eased
his mothers limp frame out onto his lap. They were both soaked,
and breathless, as he wrapped his arms around her and drew her
tightly to him.


So overcome by the joy of her release, that Sheila began kissing
his face and neck without stopping for the longest time. Finally,
Doug placed both hands on the side of her face and looked into
her eyes. They were soft again, with that gentle shyness he had
missed for so long now and she was smiling, something missing far
too long as well.


"You may have me whenever you please my son and there will be no
more fighting between us. But please tell me you still love me,"
she said softly.


"Te amo mi reina española!" he told her.     " I love you my
Spanish Queen!"


She kissed him then, a deep, sensitive probing, of the young
nature, that she had just matured.


"I have a plan mother, to help us get by, if you can bring
yourself to consider it," he told her.


"And what is your plan Douglas," she asked smiling, thinking she
may as well entertain him because it was sweet of him to want to
help.


"You're a beautiful woman my Queen would you consider posing nude
for me, and my hungry Nikon," he asked her?


"Right now I would do anything for you my lover," she replied
smiling, as her well-formed fanny wiggled against his lap!


"If we can produce a good layout for the shoot we can sell the
series on the net. That will give us money to start a web site
with, we can put your photos there as well as those of any models
we might hire from our local modeling stock," he told her.


"But won't that be expensive," she asked?


"We can save some of the expense by using my friends to design
the site security, I can do the basic page itself, but will need
some help with the security end of it," he answered.


"I'm willing to try anything at this point Doug, we certainly
can't go on this way we will lose our home if we don't do
something and soon," she said.


"You won't be embarrassed when I'm standing there camera in hand
asking you to touch yourself," he asked her?


Sheila stood with a devilish smile on her lovely face and began a
slow sensual dance at the side of Doug's chair. She held his
eyes, hers full of mischief, as her hands began to run up and
down on her fabulous olive toned body.


"You mean like this Dougie!" she asked him with a wide smile, as
her hands began to caress her vulva and her hips undulated
sensually.


"Um-m-m ... damn mom, that's exactly what I meant!" he replied
with a laugh.


He grabbed her and re-seated her on his lap; she leapt to his
lips and consumed him with her own. The warmth of her perfect
breasts stirring him as she playfully chewed his neck and cooed
musically for his ego.


"I will start tomorrow mother and you must spend some money on
some new sexy cloths that you will then, very slowly remove," he
spoke.


Sheila had never before viewed her son as a problem solver, she
was discovering that this young man she was falling quickly in
love with was more complicated than she knew.


"Do you think I'm pretty Douglas," she asked him.


She needed reassurance he knew regarding herself as a woman;
still the question caught him completely off guard so he
proceeded in a playful manner.


"Yes my little Spanish slut ... I know your beautiful, and you
will drive me to excess in my use of your sultry charms. I will
ravish you on the lawn late at night, on the hood of your car at
high noon, on the table, and in the bath, and when we're finished
your body will sleep the sleep of the dead," he smiled.


"Oh yes-s-s-s," she squealed with a big smile!!! She was so young
at that moment, that she thrilled him.


He loved her at such moments, her spirit wide open and unashamed.
The light of her eyes was brightest at these times, and the sweet
gentleness of her nature most apparent.


They bathed after that; it was a prolonged affair with a great
deal of touching, kissing, and sweet verbal reinforcement between
the two.


He gave his mother her second orgasm of the day as she lay bound
on her own bed, while eating her to complete culmination. She
cried loudly when she came that afternoon, arching hard against
her ties desperately wanting to touch his body.


That night Douglas teased her until her lips hurled a long string
of colorful profanity at him demanding he take her. She was a
passionate woman, if one understood how to properly motivate her.
She came twice that night before Douglas filled her insides with
his hot seed, her wrist held firmly against the sheets, her body
a sheen of light sweat.


"My lover, the things you do they exhaust me!" she had told him
with the sweetest smile. Then fell asleep to tired to even clean
up.


End of part one

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