Forced by a Stranger, An intruder forces a mother and son to have sex

Forced by a Stranger, An intruder forces a mother and son to have sex, As I stepped out of the shower and began to towel off, I couldn’t help but smile seeing the sunlight shining through the large window of my master bathroom. After I had changed into my favorite pair of blue jeans and a comfy black t-shirt, I opened the plantation shutters and paused momentarily to admire the clear blue sky.

“Aahh…what a beautiful day,” I said to myself.

Just as the local weatherman predicted, this Wednesday in early October was shaping up to be a perfect fall day. Knowing all too well that there wouldn’t be many more days like this before Old Man Winter reared his ugly head, I had texted my assistant the night before and informed her that I would be taking the day off to go for a much needed ride on my Harley.

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A few moments later I happened to glance down at my iPhone as I was brushing my teeth and noticed that it was already 9:30am. Even though I was off work that day I still had a schedule to follow so I quickly rinsed my mouth out and made my way to the garage, stopping only to grab my black leather jacket from the hall closet.

Entering the garage I couldn’t help but admire how brightly my steel horse sparkled from the cleaning and detailing I had given her the night before. As I slung my right leg over the soft leather seat and pressed the ignition switch, I listened with pleasure as my baby roared to life. Moments later I was heading down the highway with the wind blowing through my wavy black hair. Other than sex, there is nothing else I enjoy more than riding my motorcycle.

After getting caught in a bit of expressway traffic, I was finally able to relax as I crossed the border from Ohio into Kentucky and turned onto one of my favorite two-lane roads. This particular road is very scenic and follows the windy path of the Ohio River as it snakes many miles south into the hills of southwest Kentucky. Although this was one of my favorite places to ride and I had traveled this specific route many times before, I knew today’s journey would be cut short due to the fact I had promised my mother that I pay her a visit before two o’clock. She had been asking me to stop by and look at her laptop computer for nearly two weeks but today was the first opportunity I had to do so due to a rather chaotic work schedule. Although I could have kept riding for hours, as soon as I reached a certain point I knew that it was time to turn around. I was able to avoid any traffic on the ride back and wound up pulling into their driveway a little sooner than promised.

My parents live about 30 minutes east of downtown Cincinnati in a two-story farm home that was built in the late 1800’s by a family of wealthy German dairy farmers. To provide a bit of a visual, their home is a fairly large traditional brick nestled among a densely forested four acre lot. As you turn off of the old county highway and into their property the first thing you notice is a long, tree-lined drive. Their driveway is approximately 100 yards long and snakes its way from the street to the rear of their home at a detached three-car garage.

After parking my bike in the driveway behind the house, I proceeded to climb the tall wooden staircase leading to an enormous two-tiered deck. Just as I reached the top of the staircase the rustic aluminum storm door squeaked opened and Mom appeared.

“Hey sweetie,” she said, greeting me warmly with a hug.

“Hey Mom,” I said as we embraced. “Were you waiting impatiently by the door for me or what?”

“Ha ha. Funny, “she said sarcastically. “No, I was actually upstairs changing when I heard a loud motorcycle barreling down my driveway!”

We both laughed at her comment.

As I shut the door behind us, I’m ashamed to say that I couldn’t help but stare at Mom’s magnificent ass as it swayed in front of me. Believe it or not, even though she was fifty-six years old at the time, Mom still had a great body and didn’t look a day over 45. Although she is beautiful and has been blessed with a naturally tall and thin body, Mom’s best asset has always been her butt. As a matter of fact, if I’m being totally honest I have to admit that I’ve been obsessed with Mom’s ass since I was a teenager. Even though she has a thin frame and is somewhat flat chested, Mom’s hips are fairly wide and her butt has just enough padding that she doesn’t look too skinny. The thing I like most about her butt however is the fact that there is a large gap between her legs when she walks or bends over.

As I took a seat on the large leather sofa, Mom walked into the kitchen and asked if she could get me anything to eat or drink.

“I’d love a beer,” I said teasingly, knowing that my parents didn’t keep alcohol in the house. “I’m parched.”

You can imagine my surprise when she returned a few seconds later with a bottle of my favorite beer and a frosty mug.

Mom couldn’t help but notice the perplexed look on my face as she sat the beer down beside me.

“You and your brother left a few of these in fridge when you were here on Labor Day,” she said.

“Oh, okay. Gotcha.”

As I poured the beer into the mug I asked, “Aren’t you going to join me?”

“It’s a little early in the day for that, don’t ya think?”

“Nope. Not at all,” I said as I took my first swig of ice cold beer.

“Besides, you know I don’t drink beer.”

“I know. I was just teasing.” I said.

“But,” she said after a short pause, “If you twist my arm hard enough you might be able to talk me into having a glass of wine.”

“Since when do you keep wine around the house?” I asked.

“Since your sister left some in my fridge earlier in the week,” she quipped.

Without saying a word, I got up and went into the kitchen. As I opened the refrigerator door and removed the half empty bottle of red wine, Mom called out, “I was only kidding, Rob.”

Pretending not to hear her, I poured a glass of wine before walking back into the family room. Taking a seat next to her on the couch, I handed Mom the wine glass and then held out my mug so we could make a toast.

As our glasses clinked together Mom asked, “And what exactly are we toasting to?”

“To you,” I said. “The best mother a guy could ask for.”

“Oh, aren’t you being a sweet little brown-noser?” she teased as she took her first sip of wine. “Let me guess, do you need to borrow money or something?”

“You know better than that,” I said.

“I know. I was just giving you a hard time,” she replied.

“By the way, where’s Dad?” I asked.

Although I knew exactly where my father was I asked the question anyway.

“What day is it?” She asked.

“Uummm, Wednesday,” I answered.

“And what does your father do every Wednesday?”

“Oh…that’s right. He’s playing golf.”

Since retiring from the military a few years earlier my father had played golf nearly every Wednesday with a group of friends. Afterwards they always went out for cocktails and dinner.

“Yep,” she said. “He won’t be home until at least 9 or 10.”

Mom and I continued to make casual conversation for the next half hour or so until I finally asked about her computer.

“Oh yeah, that’s right,” Mom said as she stood up and walked over to the small corner desk where she kept her laptop.

Handing me the laptop she said, “Your Aunt Carolyn sent me an email a week or two ago and I’m not able to open the link she attached to the message.”

“Uumm, isn’t this the same issue you had a few months ago?” I asked as I opened up the computer and waited for it to boot up.

“Yeah, I know,” she admitted. “But you know I’m computer illiterate and I honestly couldn’t remember what you did before to fix the problem.”

“Yeah, sure,” I teased. “You probably just made this up so you would have an excuse to see me.”

Mom just smiled and said, “Whatever.”

As soon as the computer booted up I clicked on her email account and was asked for a password.

“RobertW1969,” she said.

“Hmmmm…that’s me!” I said proudly.

“Yeah, but don’t go getting a big head or anything,” she teased.

As I entered the password I instinctively looked at my watch and saw that it was almost 2:30pm.

“Do you have somewhere to be?” Mom asked.

“No, not at all,” I replied casually as I opened my aunt’s email. “Just a habit I guess.”

I was lying.

Mom watched closely as I scrolled to the bottom of the page where the web-link was located. It really wasn’t a link though, it was simply a web address that my aunt had copied and pasted into her email.

“Most of the time when someone sends me a link to a website there is a line under it and all I have to do is click on it,” she said. “But this one isn’t like that.”

“Yeah, this is exactly like the one you had trouble with before,” I said teasingly.

“I know…I know,” she answered.

“It’s not a problem,” I said. “But watch what I do this time so you’ll know how to open it next time.”

I highlighted the web address, right clicked the mouse, hit the copy button, pasted the info into her web browser, and then hit enter. When the website appeared Mom reached over and squeezed my upper arm in appreciation.

“Hmmmm, someone has been working out,” she said.

“Uuuhhh, yeah,” I quipped sarcastically. “I’ve only been working out for the last twenty years or so. I’m glad you finally noticed.”

“I’m just teasing sweetie. You need to lighten up and quit being so touchy.”

After a brief pause Mom said, “Anyway, thanks for making a special trip just to help out your old mother.”

“It’s not a big deal,” I said. “I’m glad I could help.”

Staring at the computer screen I laughed seeing that the link my aunt had sent was basically a website full of jokes about men, predominantly about men’s erectile issues.

“Interesting,” I teased.

“Oh stop it,” Mom said as she pinched my arm. “You know how silly your aunt can be.”

“Should I be reading anything into this?” I asked playfully.

“Uhh, no. And besides, that wouldn’t be any of your business anyway, would it?”

As soon as those words were out of her mouth there was a loud knock at the front door.

“Who in the heck could that be?” Mom said aloud as she rose from the sofa and began walking towards the front of the house. “I’ll be right back, sweetie.”

Once again I couldn’t help but watch her beautiful ass move from side to side as she walked away.

“Am I a pervert or what?” I asked myself.

As Mom moved closer to the entry way, I leaned forward in an effort to continue ogling her, but as she started to open the large wooden door my eyes were drawn up from her butt to try and get a glimpse of the person at the door. From my vantage point all I could see was what appeared to be a delivery man dressed in a brown shirt and matching shorts. Although I couldn’t hear what was being said, as Mom and the delivery guy started to talk I sat back and waited for her to return. You can imagine my surprise a few seconds later when Mom called out, “Rob…would you come in here please.”

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