J S Bradley
Mom_s rape cure

CHAPTER ONE

Suzy Flancher lay on her back and soaked up the warm Florida sun, her eyes closed to the sky. Laughter came from somewhere up the sugar-sand beach, maybe from her brother, Matt, and the girls he'd located at the resort motel already.

From the other side, she could hear the low tones of her father's gentle voice as he talked soothingly to her mother and flipped shells into the tiny ripples of surf.

She started to sweat suddenly. She could feel the panties and halter of her yellow-and-green striped bikini becoming damp with it. Her young, ripe breasts seemed to swell firmly in the halter cups and stretch toward the sky, as if wanting to break free of the hot cloth confining them.

She parted her thighs slightly, and she could feel her virginal cuntlips bloat inside the panties, slick and moist with heat, and surprisingly sensitive.

She opened her eyes and sat up quickly, looking out over the ocean. She worked her mouth. She could taste it again. She could feel the sensation of it filling her mouth and throbbing and then spurting the thick, syrupy wads that had coated her tongue and burned at the back of her throat.

She shivered in the heat of the sun and its glare from the white sand, as if ice had been plunged against her spine. She swallowed and swallowed, even though there was nothing in her mouth left to swallow.

"Honey? Suzy? Are you all right, Suzy?"

Suzy stopped swallowing. She sighed heavily, her full tits heaving firmly on her chest. Her eyes closed again. She could feel the prickling sensation along her thighs of the bum the sun was giving her already.

"Yes, Mom," she said quietly, not looking around, not wanting to see the look of panic in her mother's eyes.

"Are you sure, Suzy?"

"Mom, I'm just fine!"

"Tish, leave her alone," her father said quietly. He raised his voice with false joviality and displayed the grin that was too ready lately. "Want to race me out to the reef and back again, Suzy?"

She looked around and smiled at him wanly. "No, thanks, Dad. I think maybe I'd better go back to the room, though. I'm starting to burn. I can feel it sneaking up on me."

She rolled over and got to her knees, her long yellow ponytail swinging from the back of her head and making a shimmering webbing of gold in the bright sunlight. She picked up the towel she'd been lying on and shook the sand from it carefully.

"Back to the room?" her mother asked, her voice still tinged with alarm. "David, I'm going with her."

"No, you're not," he said firmly. "You stay right here with me. She's probably right about the sun, Tish. She and Matt have been out most of the morning, while we stayed in bed."

He put his hand on his wife's shoulder and smiled comfortingly. She sat up quickly, shrugging his hand away.

"Matt…" she said, looking up and down the beach without really seeing anything. "Where's Matt? He can go back to the room with you, Suzy. Where's your brother?"

"Mother, stop it," Suzy whined. "I'm a big girl. I can go back to the motel by myself."

"But there might be someone…" Tish started, her voice rising again. David had cut her short with a grab and shake of her arm. She jumped back from him in her seated position and nearly screamed with fright. "Don't grab me like that!"

David held his hands up placatingly. "I'm sorry, honey – I'm sorry. Calm down, sweetie, I didn't mean to scare you. Look, Tish, she's just going right over there – just back to the room. We can watch her all the way. There's nothing to worry about, Tish. I'll watch her. You just lie back down and rest again. Come on, honey."

Tish bit her lower lip, her fine, even teeth nearly cutting the soft flesh. It was a sensual lip, even when trembling. Her eyes were blue, and her hair was tawny, a little darker than her daughter's.

Her tits were full and widely spaced, her thighs firm, her ass tight and round inside the taut, stretchy material of her white suit. Her features were pretty and young-looking, and she didn't look anything near thirty-six.

At least, she hadn't. Not before the night of terror ten days ago. Now she held her thighs together and her arms over her breasts, and her eyes were slightly sunken. Her lower lip was nearly raw from the way she chewed on it.

Tish closed her eyes finally, letting her husband's hand stay on her shoulder this time. She squeezed her eyes tightly shut. She tensed into her self for a moment and shivered once.

"I'm all right now, David," she whispered.

"That's my girl," he said, praising her excessively. He looked at his daughter and winked with a nod of his head. "Be sure to lock the door behind you, honey."

"Yes, lock it! Lock the door, Suzy!" Tish cried, bolting up again.

"I will, Mom. You lie here and don't worry about me."

She smiled at her mother and backed away quickly, finally turning to half run toward the motel cottage they were staying in. She saw her older brother splashing out in the ocean, having a fine time with three girls and another boy.

Suzy paused before the cottage door, the key in her hand. Her fingers trembled a moment, and her mouth went dry.

Damn her! Now she's got me doing it!

She rammed the key into the lock and twisted it, shoving the door open and stepping boldly inside the dim, coal cottage. Despite the show of bravado to herself, she shivered again and glanced around quickly, her senses alert.

The fear was unreasoning. But it was there. Her mother kept it there. There was no question in Suzy's mind that her mother had been far more affected by the night of terror than she had.

She made certain the door was locked. The air conditioner whooshed cool air into the cottage, filling the two bedrooms and the living room kitchenette combination.

Suzy couldn't help crossing over to her parents' bedroom and looking inside. Their things were in it. That was all. In the living room, her brother's stuff was arranged neatly at one end of the daybed. She went into her own room, looking first, and felt an undeniable relief at confirming there was no one else in the cottage with her.

She stripped off her bikini after closing her door and got under the shower to rinse off the salt and sand. While she dried herself, she looked at her body in the mirror, holding the towel aside.

Her eyes went up and down her figure. She saw the ripeness of her youth, the firmness of her tits, the nipples pink and rubbery.

She studied the pinch of her dainty waist, the flare of her mature hips. She saw the inviting roundness of her pert ass and twisted her torso slightly to get a better look at it.

She saw the dampness from the shower on her blonde cunt hair and the way her mat of hair really hid nothing of her pussy. The puffy lips showed clearly through the thin patch, and they began to swell apart slightly as she watched them.

She stared at the juncture of her thighs and felt the tingling sensations of heat throb through her young body. She tried to imagine what it would have looked like.

What it would have looked like if he'd fucked his hard, strong cock between her cuntlips and into her virginal pussy and had spurted his syrupy cum inside her young cunt instead.

She closed her eyes and shivered again. She didn't know why she shivered, why she felt so tingly all over tight now. She didn't know why she'd felt so damp and moist in her pussy on the beach a few moments ago.

Had it been the sun? Or had it come from inside, from the desires she couldn't help feeling?

The towel slid from her fingertips to the floor. She stood in front of the mirror with her legs braced apart slightly and her eyes closed, and she slid her hands along her inner thighs until they met at her cunt.

She cupped her soft, silky crotch and squeezed, unable to suppress a small moan. The pink nipples stretched from the ends of her tits and grew to ruby darkness.

Oh, why? Why hadn't he fucked her hot young pussy instead!

Sucking in her breath, Suzy turned from the mirror and went out of the bathroom and stretched out on her bed. She closed her eyes again. She kept her hand cupped between her thighs.

She parted her thighs slightly, her legs bent at the knees. She tried not to feel the sensations beginning to run through her body, but she couldn't keep them from coming.

She arched her spine and made her firm tits stretch upward from her chest. She licked her lips and tossed her head from one side to the other, knowing she shouldn't be doing this.

She couldn't keep the image of his cock from coming to her mind again. It bloomed there, big and stiff and pulsing redly at the end. The slit at the tip opened and closed, and she could see vividly the shiny, oily stuff oozing from it and clinging to the red glans.

She could see the balls, tight and rounded, nestled up under the root of his tremendous, throbbing prick. She could see all the bumps and veins again, and the way it jerked in his fist as he held it toward her face.

She tossed her head and let out a small city, trying to rid her mind of the unforgettable image. The tip of her finger slid up and down her cuntal gap as if it had a mind of its own.

The silky flesh sucked and popped with the wetness seeping from her virginal cunt hole. Her pussy became hot and bloated, the dainty lips puffing aside.

Her hips lifted and shivered. She clenched her tight, round asscheeks, and she couldn't keep the tip of her finger still. It slid and roamed over the puffy flesh of her cuntlips and nosed through the silkiness of her draining cunt honey.

The stuff was beginning to flow in obscene quantities from her virginal hole now. She couldn't stop it. It coated the tip of her finger and all the satiny flesh between her cuntlips.

Her clit strained from the top of her cleft, and her fingertip touched it once. Electric sensations shot through her and made her dry out and jerk her finger away from her clit.

She balled the sheet in her fists and groaned, her hips still raised, her ass free of the bed. Her pelvis tipped and rocked, and her pussy muscles squeezed and sucked almost angrily from being deprived of the sensitive stroking.

She moaned and shoved her ass downward, sinking it into the bed, and her legs jerked wide apart. She clapped her hand back over her cunt and squeezed the whole area of her crotch tightly in an attempt to make the tingling, throbbing sensations stop.

Rut they wouldn't, and she was soon shaking her cunt up and down. Her finger extended again, sinking into the soft, enfolding flesh with a sticky sound.

It probed into the satin folds of her cunt mouth. She felt her big pussy muscle contract wildly and try to capture her finger and suck it up into the sweet, slippery tunnel.

She groaned hollowly and let it happen, her hips shuddering. The tip of her finger entered her cunt mouth, and the virginal muscles pulsed and shivered.

She slipped it in and fucked herself with it until a stab of pain made her stop. She gasped, her eyes shocking open. Her cherry!

She shivered and couldn't keep from probing gently again. She felt the taut tissue stretched over her vaginal tunnel, and little sparks of pain stabbed through her whole middle.

"Ohhhhh, God…" she moaned softly. "He would have killed me!"

She sucked in her breath and visualized the big cock ripping through the tight barrier and plunging to the back of her spasming cunt tunnel.

But despite the little jabs of pain, she couldn't keep her hips from twisting and shaking. Her thighs clamped tightly about her hand, capturing it, keeping her fingertip imprisoned in the soft, hot, silky folds of her spasming cunt mouth.

Her muscles sucked and pulled at her finger, and she twisted the probing digit around and around just inside her pussy mouth. Then it went deeper.

"Ah!" she cried sharply. "I broke it!"

She shivered wildly, and the fear and horror that had been on her mother's face and in her voice that night thundered through her and made her jerk her finger from her spasming hole.

There was the pain again, startling her. She looked at her finger. There was no blood on it, only slippery cunt honey. She lifted up and spread her thighs wide and looked into her cunt hole fearfully, holding the lips aside with her fingertips.

It was still there! She could see it!

Bent nearly double, she gazed at her cunt for a long moment, really looking at it for the first time. She saw the pinkness, the wetness of her slick juices, the little quivers of her muscles.

She saw how bloated and puffy her cuntlips were, how the blonde curls waved and stretched from the outer surface as her heart pumped and her pussylips alternately swelled and shrank.

She saw the little button of her clit stretching from under its tented hiding place, the tip red and throbbing. She touched it experimentally and felt electric shocks surge through her body.

"Ohhhhhh, God!" she whispered.

She ran her fingertip along one side of the little root of her clit and then the other, and the tips of her tits swelled redly, becoming hard and rubbery.

But the most thrilling discovery was the ragged hole in the taut, pink membrane of her cherry. She understood what had happened now. Her finger had gone through the hole into the silky, wet recesses of her cunt and hadn't broken her cherry at all!

Spreading her cuntlips wide with the fingers of one hand, she bent far over and saw her pussy mouth stretch open. She placed the tip of her finger into it carefully, aiming it for the fringed hole.

She saw it go through. She felt the first joint wriggle against her virginal cunt walls on the other side of the barrier, and her twat spasmed and contracted all over.

"Ahhhhhh, God!" she cried tightly, falling onto her back again, keeping her hand braced tightly against her pubic bone.

Her hips lifted and shook. Her cunt squeezed and sucked at the foreign invader into its silky depths. She pushed her finger up her cunt a little farther, and her tits swelled from her chest with unbearable heat.

"Ahhhhh, God!" she cried. "This is what it would have felt like! Only more! So much bigger!"

She squeezed her eyes shut, and the image of his cock flared in her mind, huge and throbbing, bursting with passion and syrupy sperm, the head swollen and broad and fucking up into her virginal body.

She churned and thrashed on the bed and made her finger writhe and twist inside her cunt. She fucked herself with wild abandon and great caution at the same time.

Every time her finger threatened to rupture her cherry, the pain made her gasp and take greater caution. But the sensations building up inside her body were not to be denied.

Nor were the memories of that night she and her mother had been at home and her mother had answered the door. Two of them had burst into the house, drunk or high on something and absolutely wild.

The first one grabbed her mother and held her tightly. The other one whipped through the house and found Suzy and dragged her into the living room.

Tish screamed with terror as she watched Suzy's blouse ripped from her chest. And then she screamed again as her dress was yanked to her waist and her panties were tipped off.

Suzy didn't know why the one attacking her hadn't raped her cunt. Maybe it was because he had trouble undoing the tricky catch on her tight shorts.

He'd grabbed her tits in his hands and squeezed them. Then he'd pushed down on the tops of her shoulders and forced her to her knees, working his prick out of his fly at the same time, jacking it hard and throbbing with his fist as he cupped the back of her head and brought her face-to-face with the first steel-hard cock of her young life.

"No! No-No!" Tish had screamed.

Suzy had seen her from the corner of her eye. The other one was bending her mother over the arm of the couch, belly down, making her naked, tight ass flare up and back.

He got between her legs and kicked them apart, listing his fat prick to hardness, staring down into the deep, shadowy cleft of her asscheeks.

Then he'd surged forward, aiming his cock toward Tish's pink-brown asshole Suzy remembered the way her mother's neck had stretched forward and her head had lifted.

She remembered the look of startled terror on her mother's face as the fat cock pushed in and in at the little hole and then popped through the tight anal ring and fucked up Tish's ass.

"Yaaaaaaagh!" her mother had screamed. That was when Suzy's mouth had become full of prick. Hard, throbbing, salty prick. The head slipped between her soft lips and filled her mouth.

The veins and bumps rippled over her tongue, and the swollen, velvety cockhead reached for the back of her throat, bumping there, nearly gagging her.

"Christ, what a tight asshole!" the man fucking her mother's ass cried.

"Ahhhhh, stop! You're killing me!" Tish screamed.

"Suck it, you young bitch – suck my cock!" the other growled at Suzy, cupping the back of her head, forcing her mouth on and off his prick, forcing her mouth to fuck him.

Suzy wriggled her fingertip in the depths of her virginal cunt and remembered it all vividly. Her head tossed back and forth. She couldn't keep her tongue from sliding between her soft, swollen lips as if it were the big prick fucking her there again.

She moaned and switched her ass over the bed. She remembered the way her mother's round asscheeks flattened and rounded again as the man's thighs banged against them with powerful thrusts.

She remembered the sucking sounds coming from her mother's ass as the fat prick fucked hi and out of it and pulled her pussylips open with each inward lunge.

She could taste the trickle of cum bursting through her senses once more, burning at the back of her throat, coating her tongue and lips and the roof of her mouth.

She remembered the grunt of satisfaction from the one pounding his hips against her mother's ass. Then the wail of her mother as she knew the explosion from his full prick was coming and was going to flood her dark, clinging ass tunnel.

"Oh, no-o-o!" Tish groaned, now sobbing. "Oh, God – God, no!"

"Here it comes, bitch! Right up your asshole! Get ready! Ahhh, that's it! Squeeze my prick tight! Ha-a-a, ya cunt! You're coming with me, ain'tcha?" he laughed wildly. "Like all that meat up your ass, don'tcha? Come! Come!"

"No-o-o!" Tish moaned, lifting her head, the sound nearly a bovine mooing. But there was a thrilled quality to the sound, and Suzy couldn't help turning her eyeballs to the side to watch.

Her mother's ass was shaking! Her pussylips were bloated and puffing down from the bottom of her crotch, and they were dripping with cunt honey!

"Mmmmmmm!" Suzy moaned in the back of her throat, unable to say any more because of the way her mouth was stuffed with draining, throbbing prick.

"Yaaaaaaagh!" Tish cried, her groan blending with the growl of completion from the man fucking her.

"Suck it up with your spasming asshole, bitch!" he yelled, jamming his thighs tightly against her asscheeks, his cock throbbing and jerking inside the dark tunnel.

Sperm hosed from his prick. It bolted up Tish's ass, flooding the soreness away. He fucked back and forth, and the motion made sperm bubble from the tiny hole and make sucking sounds of wetness in the room.

Suzy saw the whitish syrup run down her mother's crotch to her pussylips and cling to them. She could see her mother's cunt mouth sucking and spasming as she came in spite of herself, and Suzy felt her own pussy and asshole tingle unbearably.

Then her attention went from her mother's spasming body to the feel of the bucking cock in her mouth. She felt the glans swell and throb at the back of her throat. She felt the stretch of hard prick in her mouth, the bumping of hard balls against her chin.

Then it came. Bolting, jetting, hosing – flooding her mouth, searing the back of her throat, filling her emotions with dizzying jolts of lewdness.

"Arrrrgh, drink it! Every fuckin' drop, baby! Ahhhhh, what a cocksucker!"

He grabbed the back of her head and mashed her face against his abdomen. His prick fucked into the back of her throat, going around some kind of corner there, and she felt the throbs of jism bolt straight into her belly.

"Ahhhhh, Suzy! My daughter! Ohhhhh, don't do that to my daughter!" Tish cried, over and over.

"Shut up, bitch, or I'll do it to you!" the man growled, jabbing his fat cock up her ass with punishing lunges.

He pulled his prick out. Sperm dangled from the end of it and smeared over Tish's asscheeks. He pushed down at the middle of her back and held her flailing body there. He put his fingers on her pussy mouth and spread the lips wide, cackling over the wetness seeping from her hot hole.

He began to aim his cock and fuck her there while Tish screamed with outrage, as if it would be worse to have her cunt raped than her asshole.

Suzy felt the drained cock slip back up her throat and from between her compressed lips, and she tasted the pungent sap that drained onto her tongue.

That was when the door opened. That was when Matt and her father came in from their Friday-night shopping at the hardware store. Her father had a gallon bucket of paint in his hand.

Matt had a roller with a broom handle attachment. The two men looked around. David swung the gallon bucket. The side buckled against the ass-fucker's head. The lid flew off, and thick paint flew in huge gouts over the man, over Tish, the couch, the rug and walls and David himself.

Matt made a baseball bat of the roller handle and whacked the other one on the side of his skull. The stick cracked in half and flew into a lamp, crashing it to the floor. The man grunted and crumpled where he stood, his prick wobbling and still draining sperm, the stuff trailing over Suzy's swollen lip and naked tits as he went down.

Suzy tossed her head on the bed and shook that part of the memory from her mind. She backed up and saw the cum bubbling from her mother's asshole again.

She tasted the wads of it bolting into her mouth and could nearly feel the throbs of the ejaculating cock once more. She remembered the sight of the drooling prickhead nudging into the hot, slippery folds of her mother's spasming pussy, and she wriggled her finger in her cunt one more time and came violently.

"Ah! Ahhhhhgh! Ohhhhh, God!" she cried tightly.

Her hips arched and shook. Her asscheeks clenched. Her pussy spasmed and pulsed around her finger, and she imagined it was his cock bucking and jerking there instead of in her mouth this time.

Her legs quivered along the bed as she came hard. Her hand squeezed her cunt tightly, and her finger stretched as far through the hole in her cherry as she could make it reach.

She nearly blacked out with the intensity of it. She heard a buzzing sound that grew loud and then faded again. When it was finally gone, she slipped her finger from her tingling pussy mouth and felt the wetness of her honey streak along her thigh.

Like sperm, she thought.

She twisted her head to the side and groaned with shame. She had come very hard. She shouldn't have come at all. She should have been horrified by the memory, just the way her mother was.

Just as she'd done a few moments ago on the beach, her mother went frantic with the memory. On one level, Suzy could understand why her mother did that. But on another level, she wasn't so certain why.

Tish had come. She'd orgasmed wildly. A decent woman wasn't supposed to come when she was being raped up her ass, but Tish had done just that. There wasn't any doubt of it in Suzy's mind, and she had to wonder if that was what terrified her mother so – the knowledge that she had been so shamefully indecent.

Suzy hadn't come. But the man had fucked her mouth instead of her cunt or whole. Would she have come too, just as indecently and wantonly as her mother had?

Suzy opened her eyes and shivered. She felt the wetness of her pussy juice drying on her finger and inner thigh, and she was afraid she knew the answer.

She came furiously every time she masturbated and thought about it, and the memory shouldn't even make her hot. It should revolt her. It should make her gag and feel sick. It should terrify her, just as it did her mother.

But the memory of that hard, spurting cock her mouth had sucked on so hard didn't do that to her at all, and she felt ashamed.

"Ohhhhhh, God," she moaned softly, rolling to her side, clamping her thighs tightly together, pressing in against her offending, betraying cunt.

The lips tingled. Her mouth still fluttered from the strong orgasm. She shut her eyes again and wished the sensations would go away and not haunt her.

The last thought in her mind before she fell asleep was the question she couldn't stop asking herself: What would his cock have felt like fucking into my cunt?