Each of their cocks at this point were bright red and soaking wet. Mom's supple entrances that were once pink and pristine were now red, raw, gaped, and completely coated in cum. Mom's beautiful butthole in particular was subject to most of the abuse and winked closed only to relax back open almost tantalizingly inviting another phallus to violate it. Even unconscious, mom was seducing my friends and I had to film Ray climbing back on top of mom as he guided his cock up her legs. Her labia strained and wrapped around his cock and I could see that even now, mom was still deliciously tight despite all the abuse my "friends" put her through. The image of Ray's flexing, thrusting butt cheeks on top of mom's perfect, round ass meat as his raw, red cock was disappearing up inside mom was being burned into my mind. With every thrust more cum gushed out of mom's pussy and I couldn't believe the amount.
My heart beat like a drum when I thought that these dick heads might have gotten my beautiful mother pregnant with this act. Not one of love or intimacy, but of dominance and animalistic lust. My mother deserved better, and seeing her limp, unconscious body be subjected to their insatiable hunger finally brought me to tears. Up until now I had only felt numb but seeing my beautiful mother's smiling face now wet from sweat and saliva with strands of her hair stuck to it pushed me over the edge.
It was at that moment one of the guys saw me begin to cry and they all started to laugh at me. Everyone except Ray who was now racing to an orgasm courtesy of mom's supple, pink pussy lips. He moaned so loud I was afraid the neighbors might hear. It was like he was showing off, and when he pulled his cock out of her more cum than I expected poured out of my poor mom. I love her more than anything, and seeing her like that threw me into a frenzy and I leapt forward and flung my arms over my mother, covering her holes with my hands.
"Please, no more!" I feebly begged, feeling mom's butthole and pussy twitch and relax in the palms of my hands. They grabbed my arms and roughly pulled me off of her.
"Aw, the little mama's boy wants to protect his breeding bitch mommy!" Thomas chided and everyone chuckled. Dylan pulled up his phone and took a picture of me. I could do nothing but stare at the ground.
Kyle climbed onto the bed and brushed mom's hair to one side with his hand. A gesture that would seem merciful if not for his red, raw, erect cock that he'd been using for the past few hours to utterly defile her.
"Christ Will, your mom really is gorgeous. Do you think we should keep fucking her until she wakes up and really break her in?" He said this without looking away from her sleeping face.
I didn't answer but more tears silently streaming down my face was answer enough.
"Yeah man, she's real sexy. We could make her our slave with all this shit we got her doing with us." Said Ray as he was scrolling through his phone, sometimes pausing to grin wide and swiping again.
I knew he intended to blackmail me but it hadn't occurred to me that they could blackmail her as well using all of the humiliating photos and videos they took with her. Thoughts raced through my mind of what I could do to protect her, like maybe calling the cops or something. But just then the darker thoughts made their way in and picturing mom being used as breeding cattle for boys as young as her son made me sick and my cock twitch. They'd likely make her wear slutty lingerie and force her to humiliate herself in front of others or in front of me. I couldn't bear the thought of my kind, intelligent, wonderful mother being reduced to a sex slave for these animals.
My brooding was interrupted when I looked up and saw Kyle now making out with my unconscious mother and Thomas lining his cock up with one of her holes. Kyle took mom's beautifully manicured hand and wrapped it around his crooked, red dick and pumped it feverishly as he continued to feast on her mouth and tongue. He moaned as if he were in love and continued to pump his cock with mom's delicate hand as Thomas began to pick up speed on top of her, churning his hole of choice and likely stretching my poor mom to her limit. Watching the flesh of her ass and thighs ripple beneath the impatient thrusting of the sweaty brute sent more unwanted signals to my cock and when the strained grunting from Thomas as he erupted into another orgasm atop mom reached my ears, something in my brain snapped like a twig.
I realized that despite what my mind and heart thinks, my body agreed with them. As much as seeing as my angelic mother being used as breeding stock for these young bucks revolted me, my cock delighted in finally seeing mom being properly used for her intended purpose. This woman who loved and protected me my entire life was almost too kind and beautiful for her own good, and now nature had taken over and the strong, dominant, young men had gotten their hands on her and were never going to let go. My body knew this truth despite how much it pained my heart, and I had no choice but to witness the horrible beauty of animals doing what animals do. My mother belonged to them now whether she knew it or not, but the darkest parts of my mind were now enlightened.
I don't know how much time had passed, standing in mom's bedroom like a statue as boy after boy took their turns with her. Each one more savage and violent than the last, each bringing themselves indescribable bliss using my mother's holes for the purpose nature intended. When Dylan's raw, red cock finally unsheathed from mom's gaped, twitching butthole, young, virile cum flowed out of its reddish pink entrance and pooled into the crevice of her adjoined thighs. The boys dressed themselves, taking their final mementos with various parts of mom's body before dishing their expected threats of violence to me. They didn't need to, as there was nothing they needed to say for me to protect her. Despite all that they did to her, my heart still beat for her and I still had her. They hadn't taken her from me just yet and I stood their in silence as they trodded out of our home, looting mom's panty drawer as they left.
Wearily, I took mom's beautiful, naked body into my arms and tried to carry her to the bathroom. She was wet with sweat and saliva and heavier than I had expected. I knew it'd be easier to just drag her into the tub like a piece of meat, but my heart could never let go of the sentiment I had for her and I struggled to carry the bountiful woman into the shower. I was still clothed when I ran the warm water over us, carefully and thoroughly lathering her flawless form with her fragrant soaps and oils she uses to the best of my ignorant ability. She was pure again.
I carried mom now into her clean bed, after debating whether or not to burn the sheets. I watched her as she lay there, still as a marble statue of perfection. Only her chest rising and falling peacefully as quiet, contented sighs left her in her slumber. Mom never questioned what happened after she fell asleep or why she was wearing different clothes when she awoke, nor did she ask me about the smells that still lingered in her room. To tell her what happened felt as though I would implicate myself in what they did to her. The countless hours of churning and pumping they did to her entrances, the ropes of seed they filled her with, the textures and pleasures they experienced inside her butthole and pussy, the delicious, forbidden flavors of her body now known to the voracious boys who invaded her in her sleep. She couldn't know any of it, and I knew I had to protect her from it, knowledge and all.
She simply attributed her soreness to her exercise and her missing underwear to her forgetfulness and our life went on. School had become tormenting however as my "friends" had all gorged themselves on the flavors of my mother's heavenly body, and weren't about to be satiated with just the single, barbaric experience. My birthday was coming up and I don't know how I could devise an excuse to my mother as to why I was no longer interested in inviting them over. Not after what had happened, not after what they did to her.
But my mother knows me better than I do and could practically read my heart, if not my mind were I to tell her I suddenly no longer wanted a party. The torturous weekdays followed each other mechanically and my dark thoughts hung over me like a pall. Each day mother seemed to be more beautiful than the last, and I can safely say that somewhere in that hazy week, I truly fell in love with her. Before the final school day of that week I held her long and tight.
"What's the matter sweetheart?" She said, her worried voice that was like a wedding bell to my ears.
"Nothing's wrong mom, I just love you is all." I said, not opening my eyes.
She brushed my hair from my face gently and planted a big, wet kiss on my forehead. Her lips lingering for the briefest of moment as I felt the breath from her nose caress my skin. I wanted to kiss her back, I wanted to hold her and never let go, never let this moment pass by and for us to be frozen in time like this forever. Then the spell was broken.
"Are you excited for your birthday tomorrow sweetie?"
I released her and looked at her. Her big beautiful blue eyes that always seem to capture light in their twinkling form. They stared back at me with more love than my young, inexperienced heart could ever hope to comprehend, and I wept. I knew I couldn't let her see me cry like this and I quickly pressed my face into her bosom.
"Yeah, I am. I love you so much mom."
I surprised myself with how naturally I was able to deliver that line without choking on my tears, and my mother held me so tightly and so warmly to her breasts that I felt like everything was alright for the briefest moment. I stood still, just listening to her heartbeat.
"Hey Will, you ready?" Said a voice behind me.
I had remembered just then that we were in the school parking lot, and my world came crashing back down. Removing myself from my mother's warm embrace, I turned around and saw them. All of the boys that had violently bred my mother like animals. They who forced their gnarled, veiny, red cocks into her velvety, suckling entrances. They who drank in her nirvana to overflowing and replaced the warm, aromatic love in her body with hot, stinking ropes of cum. Each of them that took their turns, grunting and panting like beasts on top of my poor mother as they had relentlessly churned her insides again and again.
"Just saying goodbye to my birthday boy." My mother said, her hand falling from one shoulder and running along my back to the other.
She smiled at me so contentedly and so lovingly, it was almost comical to turn to the boys and see them looking at her so hungrily. One of them biting their lip, the other licking his lips as his eyes went down and back up, and back down again.
"I wish I had a mom like you, Mrs. B." Said Ray, not lifting his eyes from mom's heavy breasts.
"Oh Ray, you're like family to us. You boys can practically call me your mom if you'd like!" Said mom, almost too excitedly. I knew she was more than eager to invite my friends into my life and to seem like the cool mom, but all she was doing was inviting my friends into her body and she sounded like a dumb bimbo.
"Then would it be alright if we hung out at your place after school today?" Said Thomas, a horrifying glint in his eyes as he looked at her.
A cold chill ran up my spine as my eyes ran along each of their faces and I could read nothing but a predatory instinct had taken over. To my horror, that beautiful voice said exactly what I feared it would.
"Of course, I'll pick you boys up after school then and you can all have your fun!" My mom smiled at them, and they grinned their toothy grins back at her body. Her voluptuous body. Would mom still be wearing her fishnet stockings and her strappy black heels when she'd pick us up? Because it made no difference that mom was fully clothed in this moment or any moment with them, to these animals she might as well be naked and bent over on all fours right now with the looks they were giving her.
We all watched as she walked around the SUV, her ass wobbling with every step in her yoga pants. One of the boys openly rearranging the rigid meat now straining in his pants as she turned away. I waved, she waved, and they waved.
"You know we're gonna rape the shit out of your mom again, right?" Chris said, his eyes not moving from the back of mom's car.
I almost began to hyperventilate as I ignored his comment and paced briskly toward the school while staring blankly at the ground. I was a fool when I thought the days before were torment, as today was the day that fear had completely eclipsed me. Would mom take a shower before she picked us up? Would she unknowingly be preparing her body for them to feast on? Would she lather her perfect breasts and creamy thighs and buttocks with the mango-scented soaps and lotions she frequents afterward? Would she shave again? Was she still red and sore? I know the boys were more than happy with the state of her pussy and butthole when they first feasted on her, and I can't imagine that my mother would disappoint them again.
I wasn't hungry and my breakfast rolled over itself in my stomach when I looked over to see Dylan holding up his phone to show another classmate something. He then pointed at Thomas and then at me. I looked back down at my food and almost vomited.
When the final school bell rang, the pit in my stomach grew and I stood silently in the parking lot waiting, dreading the arrival of mom's SUV. I didn't move when I heard the myriad footsteps behind me and join me in waiting for a goddess to appear, and appear she did.
"Hey boys, hop on in!"
I didn't move an inch when all of them eagerly climbed into her car, with Thomas taking the front seat and smiling ominously at my beautiful mother. Mom simply flashed her warm smile at him and leaned to the side to look at me.
"C'mon birthday boy, you coming or not?" She teased.
I briefly pictured one of them closing the door as she drove off with them somewhere. The windows getting wet and foggy as they were all writhing their bodies against her wet, immaculate form in the backseat like an unholy orgy. Entire car rocking relentlessly as one cock or another probed and violated mother's orifices.
I climbed into one of the very back seats and looked forward toward mom. She smiled at me through the rear view mirror, and my eyes looked slightly down to see Kyle holding his phone, showing a video of mom's head being roughly pulled up by her hair as Ray emptied his balls inside of her. The vacant, almost drunk expression on mom's unconscious face and one of complete depraved ecstasy on his.
"We're gonna have a lot of fun, Mrs. B." Said Thomas, looking back and grinning at me after saying that.
"Good, I hope you boys enjoy yourselves." Mom said, not removing her attention from the road.
With that Chris elbowed me and snorted.
"It's not often Will has friends over." She said.
"If it were up to us, we'd be coming every day Mrs. B." Said one of them.
"Oh well you might as well, Will never goes outside and maybe you boys will do him some good!" Mom said smiling at me. She wanted the best for me, but the best for me was not to be forced to watch my gorgeous mother be relentlessly used as a sex slave for these degenerates day in and day out.
I stared out the window the rest of the short drive home, and I didn't move an inch when we arrived and everyone piled out of the car. Mom stopped halfway to the door and waved me to come out. The boys were right behind her and were massaging and tugging at their cocks from outside their pants. Now openly mocking me by licking their lips at her and thrusting at the air. Thomas disturbed me the most when he locked eyes with the back of her head and barred his teeth while grinding his hips forward in a slow circular motion. That's how he violated mom, and that's how he was going to violate her again.