Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. I Did It On a Dare (MfF, rape, incest, teen) Author's Note: This is a work of fiction. It is meant for entertainment only. The author does not condone sexual relationships of any nature with underage girls or rape. I said no at least twice, maybe three times. I don't really remember because the idea made me so hot I shot my load in her pussy a few seconds later. Then, while we were cuddling together after our morning fuck, my fifteen year old sister double-dared me to do it. I guess she knows me too well because there is no way I can back down from one of her double-dares. Now that we knew it was going to happen there was only one thing to determine. Would I seduce our mother or should I rape her? "It would be more fun for me to watch if it was rape," Angie told me. "I'll even record it with my new video camera and then we can make Mom watch it over and over." "You mean force Mom to watch her son raping her? You are one very sick puppy, Angie," I replied feeling my cock getting hard again. After we fucked for the third time my little sister got out of bed and headed for the shower. She wiggled her cute ass at me as she disappeared into the bathroom. Angie wanted to move in with me. I think she was jealous of the fourteen year old girl who lived with her mother in the apartment next to mine. Maybe the mom too, since she was also pretty hot looking. I couldn't really blame my sister though. She did find a pair of the girl's thong panties stuffed between two cushions on the couch. It was a sweet little arrangement I had. Mom paid the rent on my apartment plus all of my living expenses. I even got a thousand dollars a month for spending money. With an extra two hundred tossed in if I stayed away from my little sister. Which I obviously don't since Angie spends at least four nights a week with me. But Mom doesn't know that. All this because my uptight mother couldn't handle seeing her naked daughter leaving my bedroom every morning. Mom's father, my grandpa, molested her when she was a little girl. At least that's what she says happened. I personally think it was more than just a little harmless molestation. I think they were fucking. And I think it was consensual too. My grandma divorced the old drunk's ass when Mom turned twelve. I've done the math. Mom was thirteen when I was born. So I think I'm the product of incest. My grandpa is my mother's dad and he's mine too. But I'm cool with it since I didn't turn out to be fucked up, like a retard or anything. I'm just a bastard. So anyway, Mom has real issues with incest. Maybe if I was Angie's daddy instead of her older brother, my mother wouldn't have a problem with us fucking. Who knows? Who the hell cares? I joined my little sister in the shower and soaped her sexy body all over with my hands. I didn't miss a single spot. I liked doing it because I've always loved how her skin feels under my hands. It is so smooth and silky soft. I was in love with it from the first moment I started bathing her. She was only four at the time but it was all her idea. If our mom objected and said she was giving Angie her bath, my sister would scream up a storm. She wouldn't stop screaming until Mom left us alone in the bathroom. Mom hated the way Angie would immediately quiet down. She hated the way Angie would point at her tiny pussy and tell me to start there. Mom hated everything that Angie wanted to do with me. Like my sister was always climbing up on my lap. And always without any clothes on. Angie started coming into my room at night when she was about seven or eight. The first time I didn't even know she was in bed with me until Mom knocked on the door. I've never been much of a morning person so she would knock once and then barge on in. She freaked out when she saw my little sister cuddling up next to me. Started calling me all kinds of names like baby molester and sick pervert. I thought she was going to have a heart attack as soon as she discovered Angie also wasn't wearing any pajamas. Not even a pair of underpants. I think she wanted to believe me when I told her I had no idea Angie was there. Or that she was naked. So Mom told me to start locking my bedroom door at night. I promised her I would. But I was lying. I liked the idea that my adorable little sister wanted to sleep naked next to me. Not only did I leave my door unlocked, I even started sleeping in the nude. If you ever saw Angie back then you'd know why. She was the most beautiful girl who ever took a breath. And she just keeps getting better and better. If you aren't on the football team or really good-looking in high school, you don't get a lot of female action. Sure I had felt up some tits and got a hand down one or two pairs of jeans. But that was pretty much it. That was the extent of my sex life. So I started jerking off. A lot. One night Angie showed up at my bedroom door earlier than usual. I was so busy fantasizing about fucking my hot chemistry teacher that I didn't hear the door open and close. These days it seems like all you read about is some gorgeous teacher who has seduced one of her male students. That never happened to me. But it didn't mean I couldn't beat off thinking that Miss Paterson wanted me. Imagining how she made me stay after class. How she closed the door and locked it after all the other students were gone. The way she was looking at me as she started to unbuttoned her shirt. The way her tiny hands were cupping my balls so tenderly. How she started caressing them like they were a cute little kitten. How warm and real her hands felt. What the fuck?! My eyes shot open. Angie was sitting next to me holding my ball sack. She didn't even ask me what I was doing. Why my hand was wrapped around my boner. She just leaned over and started kissing and licking the end of my hard-on. She rubbed it her face all over it. Then she instinctively took the head between her lips. A half a second later I shot my load. Angie didn't even blink. She never took her mouth from me. She drank every drop of my come and milked me until there was nothing left. It was my first blowjob, if you can call it that. I didn't care about her technique or anything else. All I knew was I was hooked. It was the most amazing sensation I had ever experienced in my life. Two soft baby lips sucking on the very tip of my penis. Like it was the sweetest candy she had ever tasted. But she wasn't just sucking; my sister was worshiping my penis like it was a god "I want to make you feel good," she whispered to me in the dark. "Did I make you feel good, Sam?" I told her no one had ever made me feel as fantastic as she just did. She licked her lips, smiled and then laid down and curled up next to me. She was sucking her thumb with her leg lying over mine. With her bald pussy slowly rubbing up against me. I was in fucking heaven. Every night it was the same. I'd start beating off and Angie would come into my room and finish for me. She would suck my cock until it was completely soft. Then she'd curl up next to me with her thumb in her mouth and my arm around her. My hand cupping her bottom. And together we'd drift off to sleep. I knew Mom suspected what was going on at night in my bedroom. I could tell by the way she glared at me every morning. She stopped making her abrupt and unannounced visits to my room. She wouldn't even speak to me unless it was something she absolutely had to say. Angie still sat completely naked on my lap in the evening while we watched TV. Except she was no longer five years old. Mom would be seething while she tried to pretend it wasn't happening right in front of her. She also couldn't seem to find enough stuff to put on. She started wearing this hideous fucking robe that had to be an inch thick. I could see the skin on her face and neck and nothing else. She even wore socks with her damn slippers. Soon after Angie turned eleven she had her first period. Our mother took me apartment shopping the next day. I guess she thought Angie and I were having sex. We weren't. Unless Angie's lips wrapped snugly around my cock while I was beating off could be considered having sex. Mom probably would think it was. No, Mom would definitely think it was. But Angie and I weren't fucking. She wanted to, but I said no. It wasn't because I'm a prude or she's my little sister or anything like that. It was because she didn't have any tits yet. And I wanted to feel them in my hands the first time we fucked. I wanted to squeeze and fondle them. I'm kind of old-fashioned that way. My Mom was right about me being a total pervert. But I wasn't a child molester. Okay, maybe I was just a little bit. After I moved into my new apartment Angie would skip school and come visit me. She promised she would never tell Mom if I promised not to either. I think she actually believed I might snitch on her for blowing off school so she could blow her big brother. I didn't know much about female development and I didn't care to learn about it either. All I knew was that when Angie turned twelve she suddenly had tits! Two very adorable little mounds with two puffy pink nipples. I wasn't even aware they had been growing since she had started wearing a t-shirt whenever she sucked my cock. No panties, just a loose fitting t-shirt. I never cared about her t-shirts. I knew girls go through phases. One day they're sitting naked on their big brother's lap and the next day they're suddenly all modest and shy. The t-shirts never bothered me because I could still rub her bare bubble butt whenever her lips were wrapped around my cock. But then what I assumed was just a chick phase turned out to be a surprise for me. A surprise she had been waiting to spring on me for awhile. For several months Angie would disappear into the bathroom instead of stripping as soon as the front door closed behind her. Then once I was lying on the bed with my dick in my hand, she would walk in wearing nothing but one of her t-shirts. She had found them at some outlet store. They were only a buck a piece because of the typo on the front. Instead of the store name that they were supposed to promote, one letter was missing. So in big bold letters each shirt said "Sam's Cub". She thought it was cute because my name is Sam. And she considered herself to be my cub. Angie stopped next to the bed instead of climbing on it like she usually did. I looked at her wondering what was going on. She suddenly reached down, grabbed the hem of her shirt and pulled it off. She tossed the shirt on the floor. "Do you like them?" she asked me as she ran her hands over her new boobies. "Are they big enough for you?" "I love them!" I replied honestly. I really did love them and I could tell Angie did too. "Will you fuck me now?" she asked and started pinching her nipples. "What?" "I'm not stupid, Sam. I know what you've been waiting for. You want to squeeze my boobs super hard when you fuck me for the first time. You want to squeeze them so hard it hurts. So hard it makes me cry. You can't wait to hurt me like that. To torture my little titties until you make me scream. I know what turns you on the most. Believe me, I'm not stupid. I understand. It's why we're so perfect for each other. I think I've been waiting for this day with more excitement than you are capable of comprehending." When the hell did my twelve year old sister start thinking about me hurting her? When did she start saying shit like "capable of understanding"? And why was my cock suddenly harder than I could ever remember it getting?! "Hey, Angie, I have to admit I like the way you put your mouth on my cock and the things you do with you hands. I mean, you've been making me feel fantastic for years. But it's a pretty big leap from letting my little sister suck my cock to me sticking it in your pussy." I looked at her breasts and I knew she was right. I did want to do what she apparently knew I wanted to do. Even though I'd never said a word about it to her or to anyone else. There's something about making Angie cry that has always sent me over the top. That makes me come harder and faster than anything else. But it was only a fantasy of mine. A very dark and secret fantasy. How the fuck could she possibly know about it? I had to change the subject. My little sister was reading my mind and it was freaking me out. "You're still a virgin, aren't you?" Angie ignored the question. She had been saving herself for me and felt a little insulted by it. It was weird how my sister knew that I wished she had tits. So I could fuck her pussy and make her cry while I was doing it. The idea was something I had thought about so many times. Like every time I fucked her mouth. But the weirdest shit was how she knew about my twisted desire. About the thoughts in my head that she could not possibly know about. After waiting since she was seven years old to fuck her big brother, Angie wasn't about to take no for an answer. Not now. Now that she finally had a nice pair of boobs for me to hurt. Maybe we really were perfect for each other. After all, how many virgins were going to be standing naked in my bedroom demanding that I fuck them? And make them suffer them while I'm doing it? So I took my twelve year old sister's cherry that afternoon. I guess it's more accurate to say she forced it on me. She couldn't wait until she had my cock in her hand and was pointing it at her pussy. She screamed and cried like hell when it tore through her hymen but she didn't let up for a second. Not until she was riding me like a five-hundred dollar an hour whore. I heard that it's almost impossible for a girl to come the first time she has a cock in her pussy. Well, either that's a load of horseshit or Angie's the best damn actress on the planet! Because the more I slapped her around, yanked on her hair and damn near tore her tits right off her chest, the crazier my sister got. "It turns you on to be hurt, doesn't it?" I asked as we lay together with my arm around her. We had finished our shower and decided to lie naked together on the bed while we talked about Mom's rape. In the last three years I learned it wasn't just pain that Angie craved before and during sex, there was much, much more. She enjoyed being humiliated. Especially in public. I once asked an attractive couple, total strangers who happened to be quite drunk, if they would help me out. "Shure boddy," the woman said, "You're fuucking cute! Wha caaan we do fer ya?" "I want you to take a piss on this little cunt's face," I replied. I was holding Angie by her hair like she was my puppet. She had to stand on her tippy toes to keep me from pulling a fistful of it out. The guy didn't want to do it but his wife thought it would be fun. Angie was only fourteen at the time and I guess the guy was nervous about doing something so perverted to her. Society has made us very fucked up that way. Even if it turns a young girl on, some dickheads that she'll never meet have already decided she can't have it. I ripped the front of her shirt open and told the guy he could molest her pretty teenage breasts. He couldn't resist my offer. No man could possibly resist touching my sister's body, if he was given the chance. Probably few women could either. After he was done feeling up her amazing boobs he wanted more. So I let him finger her. I let his wife finger her too. In the ass. At the same time. Then I made Angie kneel and open her mouth. They peed on her face. They took turns doing it. When we got back to my car Angie practically raped me. She couldn't get my dick out of my pants and into her pussy fast enough. She kissed me. My sister was holding a mouthful of the woman's pee and we swished it back forth as we kissed. It was the kinkiest fucking thing I could ever imagine doing. "I want to see you make Mom cry. I want to see real fear in her eyes," Angie whispered to me. "I'm her daughter and I can't believe I'm some kind of weird exception in our family. I refuse to accept that hypothesis, Sam. I may be a freak but I know I'm not the only one who is." "You think Mom will enjoy being raped?" "Yes. Yeah, I do.I" "By her own son?" "Who else would do something like that?" "And you want to watch?" "Yeah, if you're cool with it." "Here or at her house?" "Here. We don't want to scar her for life. Her house is her sanctuary. She has to feel safe when we let her go home. If we let her go home." "What if she decides to call the cops? I would be in big trouble." "She won't." "How do you know that?" "Do you trust me?" "Yes. I trust you more than anyone." I meant it. Angie could have told her school counselor what we were doing almost every afternoon. She was fifteen now. We started fucking when she was twelve. She was sucking my dick when she was seven. Or eight. I don't remember. I fingered her pussy and asshole for the first time when she was only four. If anyone could put me in prison for the rest of my life, my sister could." "Mom will never come over here," I said. Angie saw I was getting hard. She started stroking my cock. Not as a prelude to anything. It was more like she was holding my hand. "I'll get her to come over. She's very easy to manipulate." "What will she be wearing?" "Something very sexy. We'll go shopping at Victoria's Secret first. We'll be here after I'm sure she has the sluttiest looking outfit on that I can talk her into. An outfit that screams 'Members of the jury, I was fucking asking for it!' Skimpy panties and bra, lots of cleavage, a skirt that's way too short...you know, the works." "What will you be wearing?" "I thought I'd wear that schoolgirl uniform you got me. I want to look innocent and naive. I'm going to be so shocked when I see you raping our dear, sweet mother." "So it's going to be violent? Not like we're just role-playing?" "If Mom doesn't need a pillow under her butt to sit down, for at least a week after you've finished with her, then you didn't do it right. You have a very big cock, you know? Nice and thick. If she isn't screaming for mercy then maybe I'll need to rethink us." "What do you mean, 'rethink us?!'" Angie was making me pissed. I knew the reason why she was doing it. I grabbed her by the hair as I slid off the bed pulling her behind me. I stopped when she was hanging over the edge, her bare ass in the air. When I was finished beating her ass with my hand she didn't exactly need a pillow to sit down. But I did notice that she preferred to stand more than usual for a few hours afterward. We also fucked three more times and she made sure I didn't go soft in between any of our sessions. When my cell phone rang I saw in was my little sister calling. I answered and all she said was, "We're on our way," and the line went dead. I had hired one of those maid services the day before and they sent two girls right over. One was worker-bee ugly and the other one looked like she wouldn't know a toilet brush from a mop. They both did an excellent job satisfying me. When they left my apartment looked like something you'd see a magazine, and I was hoping I could still get my dick hard for Mom's rape. God did that second maid ever know how to ride a pole! I was dressed in the respectable button-down shirt and slacks that Angie had picked out for me. The premise of our little charade was for me to have suddenly realized the errors of my ways. I would be apologizing to our mother for all of my inappropriate actions with my little sister. Letting her sit on my lap when she was naked. Leaving my bedroom door unlocked so she could sneak in at night. Telling her it was okay for her to pee while I was standing at the bathroom sink. Playing Truth or Dare with her girlfriends when Angie had a big sleepover. That was one where Mom had really flipped out. She walked in to find a roomful of naked nine year old girls all competing to see which one could dance the in the dirtiest way possible. I was the judge, of course. Giving Angie a bath every night. Showing her the "proper" way to eat a chocolate-dipped banana at the mall. Giving her three pairs of tiny thong panties for her tenth birthday. Shit, when I thought about it I realized I did have a lot to apologize for. And absolutely nothing that I was sorry about. I was thinking about the weird sound my car engine had been making that morning. About my neighbor, not the cute one with the totally fuckable fourteen year daughter, but the one on the other side of my apartment. The bitch who could soft boil a hard-on in less than three seconds. Yellow tobacco stained teeth, huge floppy tits that swung back and forth when she walked because she never wore a bra. A weird stink that smelled like a combination of booze and week-old dried snatch juice. Anything I could think of to keep from my cock from getting hard. Because what I was about to do in less than an hour was driving me insane with lust. Not because my Mom is anything to get all hot and bothered about, but because I was about to rape the woman who brought me into this world. While my gorgeous fifteen year old sister watched me doing it. And having a huge bulge in the front of my slacks would send Mom fleeing back to the elevator as fast as I could count to one. There was a knock at the door and my first thought was, who the hell could that be? Please god, don't let it me the teenage girl next door...whatever the fuck her name is. She tells me every time she comes over to fuck but I can never remember what it is. Tasha, Trisha, Tiffany...something that starts with a T. Damn, if Angie finds her here she'll probably be right behind Mom heading for the elevator. Yeah, I was starting to panic. It was nerves. You try waiting around in an empty apartment waiting for your mother to show up so you can rape her and see if it doesn't put you on edge. I opened the door ready to tell Titsha to come back tomorrow and I found my sister and mother standing out in the hallway. I was expecting Angie to let them in with her key. Like she always does when she comes over. But then she would need to explain to Mom why she had a goddamn key to my apartment. Angie is one very smart chick. I knew I needed to remember that and stop underestimating her. "Hi, Mom," I said using my most charming tone of voice. "Hi, Angie. Won't you please come in?" Damn, my sister looked so hot in her schoolgirl uniform. I would have flipped her short skirt up, slapped her white cotton panty covered ass and then drug her into my bedroom in a heartbeat. Except I was being RespectableandRemorseful Sam. Not, FucktheBrainsOuttaMyLittleSister Sam. But what really surprised me was Mom. Instead of being in one of her usual shapeless pantsuits, she was wearing a thin summer dress. The kind I loved to see Angie in the most. When my sister isn't wearing a zipper-busting schoolgirl uniform, of course. "Won't you please come in?" I asked in my most pleasant sounding voice. Mom looked at Angie. Angie nodded. They stepped over the threshold and I closed the door behind them. I locked the deadbolt with my key. Mom followed her daughter over to the sofa. They sat down. Angie let me know that one item of her uniform was missing. She wasn't wearing the white panties under her skirt. She wasn't wearing anything under it. She smiled at me and I smiled back. "Thanks for coming over," I said. "My two favorite girls are finally paying me a visit! You look very nice, Mom." "Thank your sister. This thing makes me feel like I don't have anything on." "But you look great in it!" I told her, "I mean that." I really did mean it. She did. Her red hair was in a pony tail and the dress showed just enough cleavage that it reminded me how nice my mom's tits were. Something I had forgotten. I started wondering if her ass still looked as nice as I remembered. My mom wasn't always so uptight about her attire. She used to wear some pretty sexy outfits until I gave Angie her first bath. I had never put those two things together before. My sister screaming that she wanted me to bathe her instead of Mom doing it. Then the next morning finding my mother fixing breakfast dressed like a nun. "Thank you, Samuel," Mom replied with a small smile. "You should see the new panties and bra she has on under it," Angie quickly added. "Angela!" our mother said, "A nice young lady refers to her unmentionables as underwear in mixed company." "Sorry, Mom. You should see Mom's new underwear, Sam! They're pink and so transparent you can practically see right through them." Our mom's face blushed a very bright red. "It was your sister's idea. She insisted on taking me to some store in the mall. The stuff they had on display was practically pornographic so we compromised and went to JC Penny's. But I still feel naked wearing this dress and...and...the underwear." "Can I get you two something to drink?" I asked being the charming and considerate host I was supposed to be. "I'd like a beer..." Angie almost fucked everything up. "A root beer, please." Great save. I was impressed. "A glass of ice water would be fine for me, Samuel." She might look fuckable but the bitch still had ice water flowing through her veins. "One root beer and one ice water coming up. Be right back, ladies." Angie stood up when I did and moved to take my place on the recliner. She sat down with her legs apart and pulled the lever to recline the chair half way. As soon as our mother looked over in her direction she would clearly see that her daughter wasn't wearing any panties underneath her skirt. When Mom freaked out it would be my cue to begin. Mom would freak out. It was guaranteed. Then Angie would have a front row seat to our mother's rape. While I was in the kitchen grabbing the things we had prepared for the upcoming event, I could hear Mom and Angie talking about me. Angie was telling Mom how much I seemed to have changed. But like the exceptionally intelligent girl she is, Angie wasn't overselling it. "Did you notice that Sam didn't make a single comment about your new pant...um, underwear, Mom?" "Leopards don't change their spots, Angela. I'm sure he wanted to say something inappropriate. I'm sure he was thinking filthy thoughts." Angie smiled and shifted slightly in the recliner so that her skirt moved a little further up. Her hand slowly crept over her bare leg until it was between her thighs. She was getting ready for the show to begin. She had decided to do more than just give our mother a small flash of bare pussy; she wanted to shock the holy shit out of the bitch. I walked back into the room carrying my improvised rape kit in one hand and a Bud for Angie in the other. When Mom noticed the beer, and no accompanying glass of ice water, she started to stand. I handed Angie her beer. "Mom might not want to show you her new paaanties," Angie said to me with exaggerated emphasis on the inappropriate term for underwear. "But I'd love to have you to look at mine, Sam. They're made of a new super invisible kind of fabric and gosh, do they ever make a girl feel oh so naughty when she's wearing them!" With that Angie pulled the hem of her skirt up to reveal her beautiful pussy in all its glory. Our mother was so shocked I thought she would faint. She looked around the room as though she was trying to remember where she was. Or maybe trying to find the front door. When she opened her mouth to yell at her daughter for being such a brazen hussy (her favorite term for any girl not covered up from neck to toe) I was right there behind her. I grabbed a fistful of hair and yanked her head back. Before she even knew what was happening I was already stuffing a pair of Angie's favorite thong panties into her mouth. The same ones my sister had worn the day before. This was immediately followed by a two-inch wide strip of duct tape over her lips to keep the panties where they would be most useful. It wasn't the ugly gray industrial tape, but some of that novelty stuff with a cute pattern on it. The tape was decorated with lots of bright pink female lips. It was the perfect accessory for a forty-three year woman who was about to be raped by her son. Very sexy looking. Mom did exactly what she was supposed to do next. As if she had been in on the planning phase of her own sexual violation. Her hands went up to try to pull the tape and panties from her mouth. I grabbed one arm and then the other and seconds later her wrists were tied together against the small of her back. The only thing that could have made the opening act more exciting would have been if Mom had fought back with everything she had. Yeah, she struggled valiantly and even tried to knee me in the balls. But it was still kind of disappointing because she had no chance whatsoever against a guy who was a foot taller and outweighed her by eighty pounds. When she finally realized what was being done to her, Mom surprised us by giving us an unexpected treat. Her whole body started trembling and she began to cry. Not just wet eyes but real sobs of fear and alarm at what she suspected I would do next. What I was going to do to her. She was completely helpless to stop me and she knew it. Damn, was I ever hard! "Now let's have a look at these new panties of yours, Mom," I whispered in her ear while I was standing behind her. The tips of my fingers were lightly resting on the front of her thighs. I started to slowly pull the hem of her summer dress up her legs inch by tiny inch. I made sure my hard-on was nestled between the cheeks of her full bottom. I made sure Mom knew it was there and that she was the reason why I was hard. She was frozen with shock at what I was doing. It was like I had my arms around a warm, soft statue. Mom smelled fantastic. I've always loved the perfume she wore. I inhaled the scent of her freshly shampooed hair. Mixed with the aroma of fear the combination was intoxicating. Just as her new panties were about to be revealed I turned her until we were facing the full-length mirror. Angie loved to give me a striptease standing in front of that mirror. She would face it while she took everything off. I could see both her front and her back at the same time and it drove me wild with desire. I looked at Mom's face as her pink lacy panties came into view. Angie wasn't exaggerating about how transparent they were. How sexy they looked on her. But we would definitely need to do something about that unkempt bush of hers, though. How much could she really take before she started fighting back? Fighting with everything to had to stop this from happening. If I intended to shave her pussy it might snap her out of the trance she was in. Because I would have to undress her first. If undress is the right word for ripping every shred of clothing a woman has on from her. Mom's expression was completely blank. If she was playing poker no one would dare to call her bluff. I held the hem of her dress up against her pleasantly plump tummy with one hand. I cupped her sex through her panties with my other. I heard a tiny whine coming through her gag. I looked over at my sister as I gently squeezed our mother's pussy with my hand. Angie wasn't fingering with herself like I was expecting her to be doing. Instead she was sitting there with her mouth and eyes wide open. She was staring at my hand as I massaged and rubbed and explored the contours of our mother's vagina through her panties. I brought my hand up and pulled on the front of the waistband. I looked down inside. Yes, that hair definitely had to go. I pushed the front of her panties down to expose Mom to her daughter. And to herself in the mirror. I was so aroused I was tempted to simply push her face first over the arm of the couch. To rip her panties from her and begin using her. Either ramming my cock in her pussy or in her ass. It didn't matter because she would take my cock in all three of her holes before I was done with her. But I didn't. I wanted to give Angie the best show I could. My baby sister deserved my very best. I slipped a finger inside her. She was so fucking wet I was taken completely by surprise. Apparently the sensation of my finger pushing into her warm and very wet passageway was too much for her to ignore. It immediately returned Mom back to the here-and-now. The way her own son was violatin her, with her other child watching him do it, was like slapping her across the face. She suddenly bolted from my embrace. She instinctively ran without thinking about what she would do once she had escaped. I reached out and grabbed the collar of her dress. The flimsy material was no match for her momentum or my grip. Mom raced to the front door leaving me holding a substantial amount of the back of her dress. She pressed herself up against the door. As if by sheer will she could pass right through the solid oak. She was shaking so hard the tattered remnant of her new summer dress was falling from her shoulders. Realizing the futility of her efforts she spun around and faced me. She glared at me with more hatred in her eyes than I thought was humanly possible. I couldn't wait to see the look in her eyes when I plunged my hard cock into her cunt. I sat down on the couch and smiled at Angie. She smiled back at me. "Well?" I asked. "Oh my fucking god this is like a billion times better than I ever imagined it would be!" she answered. She reached over to the camera on the end table next to the recliner and pressed the pause button. My sister had videotaped the entire opening act. "I need to shave all that disgusting hair off her pussy before I rape her. I bet I'll need to shave her asshole too. Any ideas? I sure as hell don't want to fuck a bleeding snatch because she wouldn't lie still for me while I tidied her up." Mom screamed as loud as she could through her gag when I said the word "rape". It was difficult to believe she hadn't connected the dots until then. It was a very amusing effort on her part to summon help. But when a guy has theater-quality surround sound and watches a lot of action movies, like I do, muffled screams aren't terribly effective. Because the neighbors eventually get used to hearing all kinds of violent noises coming from my apartment. Gunshots, screams, things blowing up, etc. "Trust me, Sam," my sister assured me, "When a chick has a razor blade on her pussy, she ain't about to do lots of fighting back. It's the same principle when it comes to her asshole." I nodded my head. I've never shaved my pubes but I can guaran-fucking-tee that I would be holding a still as I could while it was happening. I stood up, walked over to Mom and grabbed her by the hair. "Come on, Mommy-bitch, it's time to make you look beautiful all over. I would like to think you can appreciate all the effort I'm giving here to make you totally fuckable, but I know you don't." I yanked on her hair so hard she stumbled and fell. So I had to drag her back to the middle of the room by her ponytail. She was kicking and screaming through her gag the whole way. I pushed her face-down on the carpet and held her there with my foot on her back. Angie was sweet enough to run to the bathroom and get my straight razor and some shaving cream. While she was gone I decided it was time for Mom to lose her sense of modesty. It was time for our mother to be naked. I had been secretly hoping I could cut her dress, bra and panties off using the razor that I'd purchased exclusively for this special occasion. It was something I'd seen in at least a hundred movies. It always seemed like such a hot thing to do to a girl. Before she gets raped. It was like "rape foreplay". Slowly cut away everything until the woman is naked and available to be used for the guy's pleasure. But like most things you see in the movies, it wasn't practical in real life. Not unless you wanted to take the chance of really hurting her. Angie and I didn't want to kill our mother. We just wanted her to be raped by her grown son. I started by tearing the rest of her dress off. Mom actually put her hands on her butt trying to keep me from seeing her new pink panties. I suppose she did it because I could see her bare ass right through the thin material. It's funny how people do shit like that. I was about to rip all of her clothes off and ram my cock into her pussy and then her asshole. And all she could think about was keeping me from seeing her almost bare bottom. Didn't she appreciate that in a few seconds I was about to get intimately familiar with her? Because it's kind of hard to shave a chick's pussy without touching her. Without seeing her most private of privates up close and personal. Did she prefer I do it blindfolded? I was glad Mom was being so modest and offended by what I was doing to her. It made it a hell of a lot more fun. Especially the way she kept crying like a little baby about it all. Angie came back into the room carrying the straight razor and shaving cream and a damp washcloth. She stood there acting like she didn't know what to do next. But I knew better than that. Angie was just fucking with me. Having some fun. "Pull Mom's panties down," I told my sister. "No, Sam, it doesn't count if I touch her." "What do you mean it doesn't count?" I asked. "When I finger myself after this is over it doesn't count if I helped. I'm just supposed to be an observer. If I help then it ruins the whole experience of watching Mom getting raped by her own son." I know that shouldn't make any sense at all. But it did. It's like in the movies. When a guy slaps a girl around and then rips her shirt off, it's fucking hot. And it's also a guaranteed R rating. If he strips her completely after slapping her then it's NC-17. But if a chick rips another chick's shirt off, even if there's a flash of nipple involved, it's only PG-13. It's just not the same. It's not as good. Angie set the razor, shaving cream and washcloth of the floor next to our mother. She went back to the recliner, started the camcorder rolling again and sat down to watch. I dropped down and straddled Mom's back. I sat on her to keep her still and give her a chance to resign herself to the fact this was going to happen. Whether she wanted it to happen or not. Angie gave me a thumbs up and a nod of her head. I wanted Angie to get naked but I understood why she didn't. I pushed Mom's panties down around her knees. Her lower legs were thrashing all around. Back and forth and side to side. The way her hands were tied behind her back put them only inches away from my balls. I could see her reaching for them. So I moved a little closer. She finally grabbed my nuts and tried to squeeze them through my slacks. It hurt a little bit but nothing I couldn't handle. In fact it felt kind of nasty. My own mother squeezing my balls. But instead of really hurting me it felt strangely erotic. Maybe I enjoy a little pain too, just like my sister. I gripped her butt cheeks and pulled them apart. Angie shifted in the recliner until she was sitting right on the very edge of the seat. We both looked at Mom's anus and then at each other. Mom's asshole was positively gorgeous. Not a single hair in sight and the damn thing was almost pink. Like a baby's! How does a woman her age have such a sweet looking backdoor? Was it possible her pussy would be just as nice? Neither Angie or I could wait to find out. I leaned forward and kissed Mom between her cheeks. Right on her pinkish baby-colored rosebud. She stopped struggling for a second. She laid there trying to process what had just happened. I put my tongue in her anus. She didn't move a muscle. Then she squeezed her fingers again as hard as she could on my balls. She gave it everything she had except she didn't have much left. The twisted angle involved trying to reach up and back and with her wrists bound together made it too difficult. It wasn't the most effective way to hurt me. So I pulled her cheeks even further apart and really buried my tongue deep in her ass. Her reaction to this was the weirdest thing. It was completely unexpected. Mom calmed down. She went totally still and motionless. I looked at Angie. She shrugged her shoulders and smiled. "Put your finger in her butt and let's see what happens," she suggested. I did and Mom's ass almost seemed to rise up to welcome the intrusion. "Okay, that's boring, Sam. It's so lame. So we found out that Mom's an anal whore. It's no fun if she's gonna want you to do it, you know? If she wants you to rape her in the butt. Ho-hum, boooring." I agreed with my sister. Or was Mom trying to outsmart her kids? Was she trying to be smarter than Angie? That seemed very hard to believe. I was almost disappointed in my sister until she surprised me yet again. "Oh, go ahead and rape her ass. Give the bitch what she wants. Then we can use her pussy for what nature meant a pussy to be used for. I've always wanted a little sister, you know. Or a baby brother. Little boys have such cute cocks." Mom started thrashing around so hard it was like trying to ride a bucking bronco. My faith in my little sister was restored. Mom's little tactic had failed. She must have thought that if she acted like she wanted me to fuck her in the ass, I would. And then her ordeal might be over. Her pussy would be left un-violated. She now understood that this was not going to be a one-hole rape. It was tempting to fill her in our all of our plans for her. Because she would have started fighting like a caged cougar. But she couldn't keep that up for long and then it would be like raping an unconscious woman. No, we wanted Mom to be a very active and aware and terrified victim throughout the entire ordeal. I ripped her panties off and tossed them to Angie. A little souvenir. A keepsake. The crotch of them was soaked and I wanted Mom to know that all three of us knew it. "Doesn't it kind of make you wonder, Angie," I asked while I ran the tip of my finger around Mom's pretty anus. "What sort of woman acts like such an uptight prude but then gets all wet when she knows her son is about to fuck her?" "Yeah, her panties are pretty drenched all right," Angie replied with a fake disgusted sounding tone. "Maybe she's just been acting all these years. Maybe Mom was standing right outside your bedroom door at night. Listening to the sounds of her daughter sucking her big brother's cock while Mom was fingering her pussy. Is that what you were doing, Mom? Fingering yourself and imagining it was your lips around Sam's cock instead of mine? That it was your tummy Sam was filling with his hot incestuous cream?" We could hear tiny whimpers coming from our mother. The things that Angie was suggesting, combined with my finger on her exposed anus was having the intended affect. We were really starting to have fun and it was time to ramp up Mom's humiliation anyway. Angie made a sound like she was inhaling very deeply through her nose. "Wow, Sam, you really should give Mom's panties a nice sniff. Her pussy juice is so sweet smelling. She must spend a lot of time washing herself to keep her pussy smelling so nice and fresh." Angie tossed Mom's panties back to me. I put the crotch against my nose and inhaled. "Once again, baby sister, you're absolutely right. Mom does have a very sweet smelling fragrance. I wonder if she tastes as nice as she smells." "There's only one way for us to find out. You need to get on with shaving her so we can do a taste test." Mom started struggling again, but she acted like she was getting too tired to really put much into the effort. The possibility that she might be surrendering this early in the game seemed unlikely. Mom was a very strong and stubborn woman. I was sure she still had plenty of fight left in her. But I needed to remind her that sometimes it's best not to fight. Sometimes it's more prudent to go with the flow. "Okay, Mom, I'm going to turn you over now so I can shave you. Remember, this blade is extremely sharp so you need to lie as still as you can. Do you understand what I saying?" Mom nodded her head. I moved off of her and then rolled her over onto her back. Her eyes were red from crying and smeared with mascara. And they were filled with as much hatred as any person has ever felt for another person. It was a very sexy look. She let me push her legs apart. Far apart. She flinched a little when I stuck a finger in her pussy, but nothing else. Mom understood that it wasn't the time to resist what I was doing to her. What I was also about to do to her after she was shaved too. I grabbed the can of shaving cream, shook it and then applied a generous amount to my fingers. I started rubbing the cream around on Mom's pubic mound. I looked at her and asked her if it felt kind of nice. Being doted on like that. She stared straight up at the ceiling. More tears began to spill from her eyes and rolled down the sides of her face. Angie was holding the camcorder now and zoomed on our mother's crotch and then slowly panned up her body to her bra. "When are we going to see some tit?" she asked while she continued to tape. "I'm saving her bra for when I'm done shaving her. So when I make her look at herself in the mirror she'll feel more naked than she has ever felt before in her life." "Wouldn't she look fucking hot if you shaved her head too?" Like I've always said, Angie is one very sick puppy. The idea of removing every single hair from our mother's body and head before I raped her was fan-fucking-tastic! "I love it, Angie! You're only fifteen and I think you've already found your calling in life." Angie kept the camera lens on zoom and framed Mom's face in the viewfinder. The tears were really spilling now and in spite of how still Mom was trying to stay, her whole torso was shuddering from her sobs. She was a very proud woman, almost to the point of vanity, and knowing that when this was all over she would be completely hairless was unthinkable. I was sure she would eventually get past being raped by her own son. But being reminded of it every time she looked in a mirror wasn't going to speed her recovery any. Even though I've shaved Angie's pussy hundreds of times it still took me almost an hour to finish with Mom. There was shaving cream in the carpet and short curly red hairs everywhere. Plus all the hair from Mom's head only added to the mess. I decided she was going to need to clean it all up before I let her go home. That's when I realized Angie and I had forgotten one important element in our rape plan. How does a middle-aged woman get back to her house when her dress, panties and bra have been ripped to shreds? Maybe Mom would have to stay for a few days, or at least until we go over to get Angie's things. I'm sure Mom wouldn't have any objections to my sister moving out of her house and into my apartment. Not after the role her precious daughter had played in what I did to the bitch. Or we could simply shove my naked and hairless crying mother through the front door and lock it behind her. Let her figure out how to get her raped naked ass back to her house. I'm sure that's what Angie will want us to do. She'll probably even videotape Mom running down the hallway towards the elevator. As hot as she looked with a shaved head, there wasn't any hair left for me to puppet her around with. So I had to grab Mom under her arms and pull her up onto her feet. I started to wonder if she really still needed to have her hands tied behind her. Considering what I was just thinking about, I decided to bounce it off Angie. "You know, once I rip Mom's bra off and she's literally bare from head to toe in every way, do you think she'll still try to escape? It would be much more fun if her hands were free to fight me off when I'm sticking my cock in her." "You're the rapist here, Sam," Angie replied with a smile. "I'm just the assistant. If it will make it more interesting for me to watch than just seeing her bawling like a baby, then I say go for it." Angie referring to herself as "just the assistant" made me laugh since the whole thing was her idea to begin with. And she was the one who had successfully brought the three of us together that afternoon. Without Angie our mother would probably be at a garden club meeting or safe at home baking cookies. Instead of standing in my living room stripped of everything. Her clothing, hair and every shred of her dignity. I held Mom by the back of her neck in front of the mirror. One by one I ripped apart the three little hooks holding her bra together in back. She knew it was only a matter of a few more seconds until she would be completely naked. And then the real fun would begin. She was trying to hold her legs together as tightly as she could. "Spread your feet, bitch," I whispered in Mom's ear. "I went to a lot of trouble to shave that pussy of yours so now it needs to be properly displayed." Mom shook her head no. I took a step back and started whacking her bare bottom as hard as I could with my free hand. It stung me so I could only imagine how much it must have hurt Mom's ass. She finally complied by moving her feet a few inches apart. It wasn't nearly far enough so I continued spanking her. When her feet were spread wide I gave her one final whack. Not because she was being a bad mommy, but because I really loved how her ass looked. It was covered with bright red imprints of my hand. I needed to remember to give her another spanking before I raped her tight, virgin asshole. It would help to make the experience even more painful and humiliating for her. I stepped up until I was pressing myself against her. I held her by her shoulders and rubbed my erection all over the flesh of her sore bottom. I reached down and spread her pussy lips apart with my fingers. I played with her swollen clit. I put my finger inside her again. She flinched but I don't think it was from any pain. I honestly think my mother was enjoying the way I was fingering her. Even if she would never admit that to me or Angie or even to herself. Her eyes where focused like lasers on the hand between her thighs. It was obvious Mom couldn't bear to look at the way I had desecrated her head. The hair she spent so much money on to make sure it always looked perfect was gone. Expensive imported shampoos and conditioners. Weekly visits to the finest hairdressers. Silver handled brushes and combs. It was now all for nothing. Her hair was history. Her head was as smooth and as hairless as a baby's bottom. It was as smooth and hairless as her surprisingly tight pussy. "Angie, come over here. You might want to check this out," I told my sister. "I can see her pussy from here," she replied. Sometimes teenage girls can be such brats. "No, not how nice it looks. I want you to come over and stick your finger in Mom. For a woman her age who's given birth twice, she almost as tight as you are." "You're shitting me, right? You're just trying to get me involved in your rather unpleasant and twisted little game, aren't you?" She giggled. "To make me an unwilling accomplice in the sexual violation of our dear, sweet and unfortunate mother." "Get your cute ass over here and check this out!" Angie giggled again and slid off the recliner. She walked over and stood next to Mom. "This better not be a trick, Sam," she warned me. "I don't usually play with other girl's pussies, you know." Yeah, right, Angie. My sister has been fingering and licking pussy since the fourth grade. That dirty dance contest at my sister's slumber party? The one with a bunch of naked nine year olds that mom walked in on? It was all Angie's idea. Not mine. Not that I wasn't enjoying watching a dozen naked fourth-graders trying to compete for first place. Mom watched Angie's hand in the mirror. It was obvious she was mortified that her fifteen year old daughter was actually intending to stick her finger inside her pussy. To check out how tight it was. "I'm sorry, Mommy," Angie said to our mother ever so sweetly. "But Sam is making me do this. You were so right about him, Mommy! That leopard will never change his spots. Once a pervert, always a pervert." Angie slipped her finger into our mother's vagina. "Oh my god, Sam! You are so right! Her pussy is even tighter than my best friend's is. And Sara's only been fucked like three times in her entire life. It's almost I'm fingering a little girl." My sister started fucking Mom with her finger. "Did you know that Sam has been doing this same thing to me for a very long time, Mommy? When I was only four years old, for chrissakes! When he was supposed to be giving me a bath he was doing all kinds of naughty things to me. I bet you knew he was doing it too. I bet you even made him do all those naughty things to me, didn't you? All the things you loved Grandpa doing to you when you were a little girl." I was starting to wonder if our mother was getting dehydrated from all the tears she had shed since we began our rape party. Watching her young daughter's hand in the mirror as it moved up and down while she fingered her hairless pussy must have been pretty bizarre. I decided it was time to really make Mom cry so I tore her bra off of her. Then I started squeezing her big tits with my hands. I wasn't being gentle either. But what totally surprised my sister and me was what happened next. When I started to pinch my mom's nipples painfully hard she actually had an orgasm. Probably the first one she had had in years. If she had ever even had one in her entire pathetic life. Her head fell back against my chest and she was moaning through her gag. She was bouncing up and down on Angie's finger like she was trying get it further inside her pussy. I wasn't expecting it to happen so when Mom collapsed on the floor I damn near tore her nipples right off her tits. Angie was really pissed because it felt like Mom might have broken her finger when she went down. Angie kicked Mom in the gut. Hard. Mom pulled her legs up trying to curl herself into a ball in case Angie intended to kick her again. She did. The toe of her Mary Jane loafers right in the ol' puss-a-roo. Angie was holding her injured finger with her other hand. She had tears in her eyes. "That fucking bitch bent my finger back so hard I'm surprised she didn't rip it right off my goddamn hand!" She gave Mom another swift kick in the pussy. Mom's muffled screams of pain got her no sympathy of either of her kids. She had hurt Angie and my sister wanted revenge. "You fucking rape that cunt's cunt right now, Sam! No more games. You fucking hurt that cunt bad. You mess her up and put her in the fucking hospital! Hell, put her in the fucking morgue!" You gotta love teen drama queens. We had been torturing our mother in every twisted way we could think of for over two hours. Nonstop. Then Angie gets a little boo-boo on her finger and she's suddenly screaming for blood. "Come on, Mom," I said as I reached down and grabbed her by the ankles. "No one hurts my little sister without paying the price." I started dragging her face-down to my bedroom. I didn't think of it at the time but I imagine those rug burns on her tits must have stung like hell. I told Angie to get another beer for herself and one for me. She looked at me like she couldn't believe what I was doing. "You're going to rape that fucking cunt on our bed?! On OUR fucking bed?! "You keep telling me how you want me to buy a new bed when you move in with me. So I'll get you that king-size one that you love so much. The one with the four posts and a roof. The one a princess would sleep on. It looks like when I'm done raping Mom you'll be living here now. We'll go bed shopping first thing tomorrow. Just because Mom's got to be hurt bad doesn't mean I have to be uncomfortable when I'm doing it. If I fuck her on the floor I might get a cramp or something." "It's called a four poster bed, Sam," Angie replied suddenly all sweet and loving. "And it's a canopy, not a roof. And you're really going to get it for me?! Oh, Sam, I love you so much!" Her finger couldn't have been that badly injured since Angie seemed to have forgotten all about it when I said I'd buy her the bed she loved so much. She was practically skipping her way into the kitchen. I continued dragging Mom into my...into Angie's and my bedroom and then I flipped her over onto her back. "You are a very beautiful woman, Mom," I said to her while I was enjoying the way her shame seemed to nicely accentuate her nude body. I meant it too. Mom was indeed a remarkably beautiful lady. Her hair was a natural shade of red and the drapes definitely matched the carpet. Until I had shaved it all off, of course. I had never fucked a redhead before so I was kind of regretting that she had to be bald all over. But it was an important step towards accomplishing her complete degradation and to make her feel totally dehumanized. To not just strip of her all her clothing but also every ounce of her dignity and any sense of self-worth. I had seen lots of photographs of her when she was a teenager and before she had me. She was older but she still had the same gorgeous features that made her face so unforgettable. Even now Mom turned heads when she walked by guys my age and up. Mom had a pretty decent pair of tits too. Even lying on her back, her large, full breasts stood impressively atop her chest. They seemed to defy gravity better than most women's boobs do that are her half her age. She always took pride in her appearance so she never let herself go like so many middle-aged mothers do. Her ass was round and totally spankable. Something I had always fantasized about, especially when she used to walk around the house wearing a pair short shorts. Until I started giving Angie her nightly bath when she was four. Then all of Mom's sexy outfits disappeared soon after. I looked at her pussy. The portal my sister and I entered this world through. The same hole I'd soon be fucking and shooting my sperm into. Life is funny that way. One day you're using your mother's vagina for your very existence and the next day you're using her vagina for your pleasure. It's amazing just how versatile a mother's vagina can be. "Bend your knees, Mom, and spread your thighs wide," I ordered. She refused to obey me. "If you don't I'll let Angie kick the shit out of your pussy again. I'll make sure she doesn't stop until you're so bruised and swollen you won't be able to pee." Mom was staring up at me like she could kill me just using her gaze. But her knees came up and she spread them apart. I kicked my shoes off and put one foot on her pussy. She shuddered and tried to close her thighs. But she quickly realized that it might not be the best thing for her to do. If she pissed me off then who would stop Angie if she decided Mom needed her pussy kicked a few more times. Mom opened her thighs wide again. I began to rub her with my foot. Not too hard and not too gently. It's strange but I think Mom was actually was getting off on it. Me standing over her while she laid naked and helpless on the floor. On the floor, under my foot. She finally grasped the situation. Angie walked in carrying two bottles of beers by the neck in one hand, and her camcorder in the other. She didn't say a word. She went over to the bedside stand and set my bottle down. She took a huge gulp of hers and then placed her bottle next to mine. She glided past Mom and me in silence without making eye contact with either one of us. She sat down on the chair in the corner and flipped open the camera's view screen. She waited. The little red record light on the front of the camcorder started flashing. Angie was taping again. "I'm going to untie you, Mom," I said. Angie didn't say anything. Didn't protest or try to interfere. This was solely my show now. Angie shifted in the chair to get more comfortable. She placed the camera on her tummy and put one leg over the chair's arm. You could see her pussy from any corner in the room. Mom could see it. Mom suddenly understood everything. Angie and I were lovers. But we were more than that too. We were family. Brother and sister. We were also best friends. We knew everything about each other. Literally everything. We were soul mates and had been since I gave Angie her first bath. Since the first time she took hold of my hand and pushed my finger into her incredibly tiny and impossibly tight pussy. Since the first time she placed her lips around my cock and drained me of come. Since I made her bleed when she gave me her cherry. Mom was the outsider here. In this place. In this room. If she wanted to rejoin our family then now was the time to do it. She would have to be raped first but I think she understood that. She would need to be violated in ways she couldn't begin to imagine. But she would accept that as the price she had to pay. I reached down and grabbed Mom by her neck and a breast. One of my hands on each. I pulled her to her feet. She grimaced from the searing pain of my grasp on her tit and choked from the hand around her throat. She didn't struggle or fight. She had lost and she knew it. She was mine and she knew that too. I turned her around and untied her wrists. There were very nasty looking marks on her skin from the clothesline rope I had used to bind them. I brought each wrist to my mouth and kissed it tenderly. Mom sighed. It sounded like she was humming because of her gag. Angie made a disparaging comment. I turned and glared at her. Her face went blank. I yanked the tape from Mom's mouth. I wasn't gentle and the pain she felt was unmistakable in her eyes. I pulled Angie's panties out. Mom sucked in air like she had just surfaced after being underwater for a moment too long. I reached out with my hand and grabbed Mom's face. My hand was big enough to almost cover it completely. I pushed her down on the bed. I pushed her thighs apart and slapped her pussy. Hard. Not one or twice but a dozen times. She never tried to close her knees or resist my brutality in any way. She just made fists with her hands and closed her eyes tight. Each time I hit her between the thighs I could see her eyelids close even tighter. I told her it was time for me to fuck the shit out of her. To rape her. I made her repeat it. "It's time for my son to rape his mother." "Again. Mom," I ordered. "It's time for my son to rape me." "I want to feel my son's cock buried deep in my cunt and in my asshole." Say it Mom! Mom said the words. Is she a dirty whore for wanting her son to do something so disgusting? Something so wicked and so sinful? Yes, she nodded. "I'm a dirty whore because I want my son to fuck me. To fuck me in my cunt and in my asshole." Are you a piece of worthless shit because you want your own daughter to watch it happen? Again she nodded her head. "Yes, I am nothing but a piece of meat for my children to use and abuse." I did it while Angie watched and played with herself. I was as vicious and brutal as I could be. It lasted for well over two hours. Two hours that I fucked my mother in all three holes. Again and again. I hit her and slapped her and punched her in places where no man should ever strike a woman. I squeezed her tits so hard they were black and blue for weeks. Her ass looked like it had been to hell and back. Her pussy was grotesquely swollen and inflamed. It was hard to recognize her because her face was so puffy and covered with bruises. One eye was swollen shut. There was dried blood on her mouth and dried semen caked on her face. When I was finally done with her I shoved her to the floor. She sat with her legs pulled up as tightly against her chest as she could manage. She was hysterical and sobbing uncontrollably. We left her sitting on the floor in front of the large screen TV in the bedroom with the video of her rape playing. She was told to watch it until Angie and I had finished taking a shower. She dared not disobey. My sister even peeked out from the bathroom to check. Mom was still crying like a baby but she was watching the video. Angie and I went out for a nice dinner. We left the front door unlocked. Mom's cell phone was still in her purse. She didn't call the cops. She couldn't. Because Angie had told her that if she did, my sister and I might go to prison for a very long time. But for the rest of Mom's life she would be "the woman who was beaten and raped by her own son while her underage daughter watched and recorded it." No matter what had happened that afternoon, what Angie and I had done to her, Mom couldn't live with being "that woman". Mom never did go home again. She lived with my sister and me as our pet. She ate her food from a bowl on the floor and slept every night locked in a cage in the corner of our bedroom. She was never allowed to cover her nakedness. She was shaved every other day. She was never allowed any privacy at all. She had to shit with the bathroom door open and pee in a bowl in the living room. Right in front of the floor-to-ceiling picture window. She sucked my cock and licked her daughter's pussy. I never hurt her again. I never raped or hit her. Never called her a derogatory name. We might not have been your idea of a normal, happy family. But we were. In our own unique and special kind of way.