Rape Stories

Warning!

Ricky's revenge

by Luckytom44

Ricky Sims was large for his age. Although only fourteen years old, most people thought he was sixteen or maybe even seventeen when they first saw him. He was 5 foot 10 inches tall and weighed in at 165 pounds. Ricky was going to take after Mark Sims, his father, who was a large, barrel chested man. Ricky had the same square jaw and black wavy hair as his father, as well as the straight nose, thin lips and penetrating brown eyes. Of course, Ricky only knew that from old photos he had seen of his old man. His father had left, been driven away by Ricky's mother when Ricky was less than a year old. He hadn't seen his father in all of those years.

From where Ricky was sitting in the living room, he could see his mother, Carol, in the kitchen preparing dinner. Carol had given birth when she was only eighteen, making her just thirty-two now. Her face was heart shaped with delicate features and was framed by long, blond hair. She had large blue eyes, a button nose and full red lips. She was five foot five and weighed 113 pounds. She had firm breasts and a flat stomach. Her narrow waist transitioned into well rounded hips and long, well shaped legs. Having just come home from work, Carol was still dressed for the office in a light pink silk blouse, a narrow gray skirt that stopped just short of her knees, and matching gray high heeled shoes.

Ricky knew his friends all thought his mother was a real knock out. He was sure many of them masturbated with her image in their minds. They all thought he was so lucky to have such a young, attractive mother. He might have thought so, too, except for one thing. He hated the bitch. He hated her with a passion.

Ricky knew why his father never saw him. It wasn't his father's fault. It was because of her. She wouldn't let his own father see him. She kept them apart. He knew his father loved him by all of the really neat gifts he sent for Ricky's birthday and at Christmas. So what if she was good looking? She couldn't teach him how to camp. She couldn't teach him how to hunt. She couldn't teach him how to fish. She couldn't teach him how to be a man. His father could, but she wouldn't let him. Fucking bitch! Well, he'd show her. He'd teach her a lesson she'd never forget. And then he could be with his father.

Ricky had been planning this for months, laying it out just so. Everything was arranged. He knew what to do, and it was time. Ricky stood up and slowly walked into the kitchen, moving quietly up behind his mother. He stood, waiting for her to turn. When she did, she was surprised to see her son standing there.

"Oh! Ricky! You startled me, sweetheart. I didn't hear you come up." Carol smiled up into her son's eyes. Her smile vanished as Ricky grabbed her and slammed her up against the counter. Carol's eyes bulged as her son grabbed the hair at the back of her head with one hand, burying his face in her neck as his other hand grabbed her breast and squeezed.

"RICKY!" she screamed. "What are you DOING! STOP that! Let GO of me!" She tried pushing him away, but he spun her around and slammed her into the refrigerator, then drove his fist into her stomach. She nearly collapsed to the floor, but he pinned her to the refrigerator door with his body.

"Stop ... it! Ricky, please ... STOP it! ... What do ... do you think ... you're DOING?" she begged as she tried to regain her breath. Ricky's hands now dropped down over her hips, grabbing the material of her tight skirt and pulling it up. She couldn't believe that her own son was doing this to her.

"Let ... GO of me!" Carol's skirt was now bunched around her waist and Ricky's hand was between her legs, rubbing her crotch. "Oh, dear God, ... Ricky, STOP it! I'm ... your MOTHER, for ... God's sake!"

Ricky pulled back and their eyes locked. For the first time, Carol saw the evil in those eyes, and she was frightened.

"Not tonight, bitch. You're not my mother tonight. Tonight, you're my fucking slut!" Carol jerked and screamed as she felt Ricky tear the crotch out of her pantyhose. This couldn't be happening. It COULDN'T be!

Ricky threw her to the kitchen floor, her vision exploding in stars as the back of her head slammed against the tile, her son landing on top of her. As her head cleared, she felt his hand moving between them and realize with a shock that he was undoing his pants. Her son was trying to rape her!

"Ricky! Ricky, listen to me! This is wrong! It's WRONG! Please don't do this! PLEASE!" Carol begged as she tried to fight her way clear of her son. She was pushing against him, twisting and squirming under him in an effort to get free. He used his knees to force her legs apart. Panic filled her as she felt him pressing his penis against her vagina.

"NO! Ricky, please NO! You can't DO this! You CAN'T! Oh, God, STOP!" Carol screamed out in pain and frustration as Ricky began forcing his way into her dry opening. The pain was intense as he drove more and more of his cock into her. He was rocking on top of her, fucking himself deeper into her with each thrust. Carol tried fighting, but it was futile.

"Stop it, Ricky! Oh, dear God PLEASE stop it! You ... you can't ... can't DO this to me! I'm ... I'm your ... your M-MOTHER! Oh, God PLEASE STOP IT! NOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!" Carol arched her back and cried out as Ricky finally rammed the full length of his cock into her. She had never felt such shame or betrayal. He own son was now fucking her on the kitchen floor, his hands kneading her breasts through the material of her silk blouse and thin bra. She tried pushing him off as she dug her high heels against the kitchen floor, trying to get enough leverage to dislodge him.

"Ricky, STOP it! ... Nnnuuu ... nnnuuu ... Get ... get OUT of me! ... nnnuuu ... nnnuuu ... Please ... get ... OUT of me!" Carol had her hands on her son's hips, trying to push him away from her, but it was a futile effort. Ricky continued brutalizing his mother's body.

"Oh, shit!" Ricky groaned in her ear. "Oh, fucking shit!" Carol collapsed on the floor and quit fighting. Tears of pain and frustration ran down her cheeks. Her son was raping her, her own SON, and she knew that she couldn't stop him. She could only hope that it would be over soon.

"Nnnuuu ... nnnuuu ... oooohhh ... St-stop. P-please ... nnnuuu ... Ricky. Please st-stop! Oooohhhhh." Carol groaned each time her son drove his cock into her. She couldn't believe that this was happening. Couldn't believe that her son was buried inside of her, raping her. But it was true. Carol was pinned to the cold tile floor by her son's body, her skirt bunched around her waist and her shapely legs spread wide as Ricky brutally fucked her.

Ricky had never been inside a woman before, and he couldn't believe how good it felt to have his mother's warmth surrounding his organ. As he continued humping her, she started getting wet, and his pleasure increased. Feeling her body trembling and squirming underneath him, hearing her whimpering as he pounded into her, were more than he could stand. He felt his balls tightening as he drove into her with an ever increasing frenzy.

Carol wasn't on birth control, and as she realized her son was approaching orgasm, her fear and revulsion increased. What if she became pregnant by her own son? What then?

"R-Ricky! Nnnuuu ... nnnuuu ... R-Ricky p-please! Ooohhh! You ... you can't ... uuuuu ... c-cum inside ... of m-me! Nnnuuu ... nnnuuu ... nnnuuu ... Y-you CAN'T! Please not ... ooowwww ...inside of m-me!"

Ricky was pounding into Carol in a mad frenzy, grinding her tailbone against the hard floor. His breathing was ragged and his balls were becoming sore from the load they were now carrying. He heard his mother pleading with him to pull out of her. And then, with a deep groan, Ricky shot a long stream of thick, hot cum deep into his mother's body.

"Oh, NO! Oh, dear God NOOOOO!" Carol cried out as she felt the warmth of her son's sperm flooding her insides. She felt his cock throbbing, pumping more cum into her brutalized body. Three, four, five times he sprayed her insides with his fluids. Finally, with a sigh, Ricky collapsed on top of her and lay there. Carol sobbed out her misery as she felt her son's meat slowly softening inside e of her.

"Why? Oh God, Ricky, why?" Carol whimpered through her tears as her son lay on top of her, panting in her ear from his exertions. "Why did you ... do this ... to me?"

Ricky didn't answer as he pulled out of her, stood up and fastened his pants. Carol felt the cum leaking out of her, running into the crack of her ass. Still trembling and in shock, she slowly sat up and tried pulling the hem of her skirt down.

Ricky stood quietly, looking down at his mother. She was sitting on the floor, supporting herself with her right arm, her left holding her stomach against the pain. Her skirt was barely down over her hips. Her long, lovely legs were curled up as if to protect her from further assault. She still wore the grey high heels. Her head hung down, her blond hair covering her tear stained face. He could see her trembling.

Slowly, Carol raised herself to her knees. Still holding her left arm across her stomach, she grasped the edge of the counter with her right hand and struggled to stand up. Once she gained her feet, she leaned against the counter, her head bowed and her knees trembling. Tears trailed down her cheeks as she tried to grasp what had happened, tried to understand that her fourteen-year-old son had actually raped her.

"We're not done yet, you know." Ricky said in a calm, controlled voice.

Carol's head snapped up and her red-rimmed eyes bulged as she met her son's evil gaze. "Wh-what? What ... do you ... do you ..."

"I said we're not done yet, mom. That was just the beginning of what I have planned for you. It's Friday, and I have all weekend to do whatever I want with you. I'm going to fuck you over and over. I'm going to fuck you every way you can think of. I'm going to fuck you in the cunt. I'm going to fuck you in the ass. I'm going to fuck you in the mouth. And then ... then ... well, mom, you'll just have to wait and see."

"God NO!" Carol screamed as she turned and ran for the front door. Ricky grinned. Even if she were wearing sneakers, his mom couldn't outrun him. In those high heels, she didn't stand a chance.

Carol was only half way through the living room when Ricky tackled her from behind. She slammed full length onto the floor, her son on her back. She began fighting, twisting and squirming under him in an attempt to break free. The two bodies rolled on the floor, locked together in the struggle between two wills.

"Let go! ... uhh ... uhh ...Let go ... of me! Uhh ... uhh ... Get OFF!" Carol pleaded with her son while fighting with all of her determination. "No ... more! ... uhh ... I won't ... won't ... LET you!"

Ricky was surprised to find that he was getting hard again. The fighting with his mother, her pleas for mercy, was exciting him to new levels. Ricky fought his way to his feet, dragging Carol with him. Turning, he spun her so her back was to him and pushed her up against the rear of a high backed easy chair. He forced her to bend at the waist so that Carol was now bent nearly double over the back of the chair. Her head was hanging towards the seat, her long blond hair falling loose, and her toes barely touching the floor behind the chair.

"No more! PLEASE, Ricky, no MORE!" she cried out as her son hiked her skirt up around her hips. She tried to straighten up, but in this awkward position, she couldn't get enough leverage to fight against Ricky. She was helpless before her son's lust.

"The guys all think you have a nice ass, mom. Now I'm going to find out just how nice it really is!" Ricky pulled out his cock and stepped between his mother's legs.

"NO! Oh, dear God, NO!" Carol screamed as she felt the head of Ricky's cock begin to force it's way into her rectum. The cum that had leaked into the crack of her ass was now acting as lubrication, aiding in her son's penetration of her. Still, the assault was intensely painful. She dug her fingernails into the arms of the chair as he fucked his meat deeper and deeper into her. Her legs were trembling as her son forced them farther apart, making it easier for him to enter her even further.

"Damn, your ass is really tight, mom. Didn't dad ever fuck you like this? Or didn't you LET him?" Harder and harder he drove his cock into his mother's ass, forcing his way deeper into her with every thrust.

"Oh, God! Oh, God! ... nnnuuu ... nnnuuu ... You're ... h-hurting me! ... Ooww ... Please ... st-stop! ... nnnuuu ... nnnuuu ... Ricky ... please ... nnnuuu ... please STOP! ... Ohhh ... ohhh ... ohhh ... OHHNNOOOOOOOO!!!!" Carol screamed in pain as Ricky brutally drove the full length of his cock into her bowels. Bent double as she was, he could penetrate her to a tremendous depth. Carol felt as if she were being torn in two.

"Oh, shit, mom! You feel so good! You feel so fucking good!" Ricky told her as he viciously and repeatedly drove his dick as deeply into her as he could. Carol cried out and her body jerked in pain with each brutal invasion of her tortured bowels. She felt her insides tearing under the brutal onslaught.

"Oh ... God! ... Oh ... God! ... nnuuu ... nnuuu ... Please ... STOP! ... nnuuu ... I can't ... can't TAKE ... oowwww ... any ... more! ... Oh God! ... nnuuu ... nnuuu ... Please ... Ricky ... PLEASE STOP!"

Carol repeatedly cried out as Ricky viciously sodomized her. He was being brutal, vicious, trying to cause his mother as much pain as possible. He enjoyed seeing her quivering body jerk in pain each time he pounded his rock hard cock into her ass. Enjoyed hearing her screams of anguish each time he drove viciously into her.

Carol's eyes were squeezed tightly shut. Her brow was furrowed and she ground her teeth together. Her face was contorted into a mask of pain and agony as the brutality of the anal rape increased. Her son! Her own SON! Why was he doing this? Dear God, why was he doing this? Carol screamed at an especially brutal thrust into her. She felt as if she was going to die. She felt as if she WANTED to die!

"Oh, shit!" Ricky moaned. His balls were beginning to tighten. His cock was throbbing and tingling. "Oh, shit! Oh, shit! Oh, fucking SHIIIIIT!!!!"

"Nnnnuuuaaaaaaa!" Carol groaned as her son started pumping thick, hot cum into her bowels. She felt the heat spreading through her, filling her insides, and she felt nauseous. Over and over Ricky drove into her, each time shooting another wad of cum into his mother, until finally he had drained his balls. Gradually, he slowed to a stop.

With a sigh of satisfaction, Ricky stepped back, pulling his cock from his mother's ass as he did. Slowly, with great difficulty, Carol straightened up and raised herself to a standing position. Then, exhausted both mentally and physically, she collapsed to the floor.

Grabbing her under the arms, Ricky lifted Carol to her feet and gave her a shove that propelled her towards the bedrooms. She had to lean against the wall to keep from collapsing again.

"Into the bedroom, bitch. Your bedroom, not mine."

"P-please, Ricky. ... P-please no ... no more! I ... I can't ... I just ... can't ..." Carol's quavering voice was barely a whisper. Her body was visibly trembling as a new wave of tears washed over her.

"I'll tell you what you can and can't do, bitch! Now get MOVING!" Ricky grabbed his mother and shoved her down the hallway. She cried out as she stumbled and fell to her knees. Ricky roughly pulled her to her feet and dragged her down the hall and into her bedroom. Ricky shoved his mother up against her dressing table.

"DON'T!" Carol screamed as Ricky grabbed the front of her silk blouse and tore it open, scattering buttons across the floor. Though exhausted, she tried to hit him, but he blocked her blow and hit her with a stinging backhand to the face, knocking her to the floor. Pulling her to her feet, he threw her face down on the bed and straddled her, sitting on her rear and pinning her down.

"STOP it, Ricky! Please, PLEASE stop it!" Carol begged through her tears.

Ricky ignored his mother's pleas and tears. Grabbing her blouse, he tore it from her shoulders, jerked it down off of her arms, and threw it to the floor. He then tore open the clasp on her bra, ripped it out from under her and threw it next to the blouse. Carol was still screaming and trying to fight as he brokee opens the zipper on the back of her skirt. Jumping off of her, he pulled the skirt from her and added it to the pile on the floor. Wearing only her ruined pantyhose and high heels, Carol rolled onto her back and tried to kick her son, but she was too slow. Ricky had the pantyhose by the waistband and hauled them down her legs and off, throwing off her shoes at the same time. Carol was now completely naked.

When Ricky jumped onto the bed next to Carol, she tried to rake his eyes with her fingernails. Grabbing her wrists, Ricky again straddled Carol, this time sitting on her chest. Holding her small wrists with one hand, he pulled a length of rope from his hip pocket with the other. Ricky quickly looped the rope around Carol's wrists and tied it off. The other end he ran between the mattress and headboard, then tied it to the frame of the bed. Carol's wrists were now tied together and her arms were pulled over her head and flat on the mattress. She was naked, vulnerable, and helpless.

"Please, Ricky! Please, no more! Please, don't hurt me anymore!" Carol pleaded as she watched Ricky start to undress. "For God's sake, Ricky, I'm your MOTHER! Your MOTHER!"

"Well," Ricky replied, "I guess that makes me a real mother fucker then, doesn't it?"

Ricky grinned at his sick joke as he climbed onto the bed, his cock already stiffening. It was amazing just how fast a fourteen year old involved in his first sexual experience could recover. Especially when that fourteen year old had a deep seated anger against the helpless, crying woman laid out before him.

Ricky once again straddled his mother, this time kneeling over her face. Carol's heart began to race as she realized what he was intending to do to her. Fresh tears welled up in her eyes as Ricky settled his buttocks onto her chest.

"Oh, God, NO! Not in my mouth! PLEASE not in my mouth!" Ricky had his cock in one hand and a fist full of Carol's hair in the other. He clamped his thighs to either side of her head, preventing her from twisting away from him. "Ricky, DON'T! Please DON'T! I've never DONE this! NEVER! Please don't MAKE me! PLEASE DON'T! Please don't MAKAAAUUUURRRRGGHHHH!!!!!"

Carol gagged and choked as Ricky forced his cock deep into her mouth. He grabbed the hair on either side of her head and began jerking her head forward and back, forcing her mouth to move up and down the full length of his shaft. Carol's hips were bouncing and twisting, her legs kicking and her heels digging into the mattress as she instinctively tried to dislodge her son from her mouth. He was jerking her head forward viciously so that her throat slammed down on the swollen head of his meat. Carol had to fight down the urge to vomit.

"Gggguuu ... ackhh ... rrruuuu ... gggguuu" The choking sounds coming from his mother were exciting Ricky even further. Looking to the left, he could see their reflections in the mirrored sliding doors of his mother's closet. He could see himself sitting on her chest, jerking her mouth viciously onto his cock. He could see her hips twisting and raising into the air and her legs, those luscious legs, kicking and flailing in desperation.

"Uurrrg ... uurrrg ... gggguuu ... rrruuuu ... uurrrg" Carol pulled against the rope that held her arms immobilized, but it held fast. She was beginning to panic as her son's excitement grew. He was jamming her mouth onto his cock with increasing ferocity. Her jaws were aching from being forced open so long. Her tongue could feel the thick veins that ran the length of the organ that was violating her mouth, and her revulsion grew.

"Oh, shit!" Ricky moaned deep in his throat. "Oh, Shit! Ohhhhhhh!"

Carol knew that he was getting close. He quit moving her head, instead jamming her mouth down onto his cock and holding her with her face pressed tightly against his stomach. He was now thrusting his hips, fucking her violently in the mouth, ramming his cock into her throat. She continued twisting her hips and kicking her legs in a futile attempt to escape her son's abuse.

"God, mom! Oh, God your mouth feels so fucking good!" Ricky loved the warm wetness that surrounded his cock. As he fucked her mouth, Carol could feel his meat start to throb. She whimpered in realization of what was about to happen.

"Oh, shit. Yeah! Yeah! Oh SHIT!" Ricky groaned and jammed his cock as far into his mother's mouth as he could.

"RRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGG!!!" Carol retched as Ricky shot a long stream of thick cum straight into her throat. He saw her image in the mirrors as her heels dug into the mattress and her back arched, thrusting her hips into the air. She froze in that position while Ricky continued cumming, filling her throat with the hot, stringy fluids. Then, as he drained the last of his cum into her mouth, she collapsed back onto the bed and lay still.

"Swallow, bitch!" Ricky commanded her.

"Mmmmmrrrrrr" Carol whimpered around the cock that filled her mouth. She couldn't swallow this filth. She had to spit it out. She HAD to!

"I said swallow!" Ricky demanded.

"Mmmmmrrrrrr"

Carol's mouth was still filled with her son's cock and cum. Ricky reached down and, with thumb and forefinger, pinched her nostrils closed.

"Come on, mom. Swallow."

Carol couldn't breathe. Her body was once again fighting, twisting and kicking as she felt her lungs begin to burn. She couldn't do this! She couldn't swallow her son's cum! But she couldn't breath! Her lungs were on fire. Her entire body trembled as her need for air became more desperate. She felt the blood pounding in her head. The agony was overwhelming. She knew, then. She knew she had no choice. Squeezing her eyes shut, she forced herself to swallow the cum that filled her mouth and throat.

"Good, mom. That's good. I won't have to tell you to swallow the next time, will I?"

The next time? He said the NEXT time! Oh, God, how long was this going to continue? How long was her son going to keep abusing her? He'd already taken her every way possible. What was left?

Finally, after allowing himself to soften in her mouth, Ricky withdrew his meat and climbed off the bed. Carol lay still, crying quietly while her son dressed.

"Please, Ricky. ... Please ... untie me. ... You've done ... everything ... to me ... that you ... that you can. ... You've ... made me ... made me ... do ... everything. ... Please ... untie me!" Carol stammered out the words between her tears. Ricky just smiled at her.

"Mom, we haven't even started." He turned and walked out of the bedroom, leaving Carol sobbing and helpless. She tried pulling against the ropes, but she was held fast.

To be continued in Rickys Revenge II