Author: Alex, from Portugal E-mail: port_pass@hotmail.com
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This story may have non-consensual sex between males. Don't read it if you're not legally allowed to or if it might disturb you.
Part 27
On the way to my house, Inacio kept laughing as he saw me fidgeting uncomfortably on the seat. The pressure of the cum and piss inside was causing my guts to cramp more and more frequently and forced me to keep my swollen, raw arse-lips painfully clenched tight around my socks, that Inacio had stuffed in my hole as a plug. My nipples were so swollen and hypersensitive that just the touch of the t-shirt was enough to keep them agonizingly erect, protruding obscenely under the thin cotton fabric. To make it worse, the combination of the soreness of my nipples, the pressure in my guts and the discomfort in my sock-stuffed, aching arse was keeping my little prick in a state of throbbing erection.
Inacio was obviously amused by the little tenting in my shorts. He slid his hand along my smooth leg, just as he had done right after I had taken his taxi at the station. This time I let him do it, too worn out to even try to avoid it. Just the touch of his strong, rugged hand made me shiver. When he groped my crotch, feeling the tiny boner inside my shorts, I gasped and moaned, grinding my arse against the seat, the same as I had done the first time, feeling my stuffed colon spasm lustfully around the textile plug, in spite of the pain and discomfort I was suffering.
I was terrified that everything would be starting all over again and Inacio would demand once more that I submitted to his pleasure. If he did, I wouldn't have been able to prevent it, but in the end it was Inacio cut it short. He suddenly pulled his hand away and he laughed appreciatively. "You're definitely one horny little slut, but I think we should give your insatiable cunt a little rest for the day, don't you?" Having said this, he squirmed in the seat to adjust his big hard-on, making me gasp as I saw the turgid outline in his jeans.
"Yes, yes, thank you!" I sighed in relief, "I couldn't possibly take it again". I was actually grateful to this man because he wasn't going to abuse me again, after he had raped me and shared me with his two friends. He grinned and mocked me. "I'm not so sure that sweet, hungry pussy you have there wouldn't be ready for more..." Like it was agreeing with him, my hole twitched painfully just then.
A few minutes later, we were at last going down my street. He had been clear that I wouldn't need to pay him for the fair (of course, he had been amply rewarded for it already...). As I didn't need to go in to get the money, I thought it would be better if he would leave me a couple of doors away, so my parents wouldn't see me coming out of the taxi. Of course, they would have no reason to think much of it, but I was very self-conscious about anyone having the least suspicion about what had happened. Inacio, however, insisted on driving right to my doorstep, so I had no choice but to direct him to my address. When he pulled over, he looked strangely surprised. "So this is your house. That explains a lot..." he commented with a smile. I was still trying to figure out what he could mean by that, when he abruptly added, "I'll walk you to the door. I know your parents and I may as well say hello".
I had no wish to have him coming to the door and even less greeting anyone in my family, but before I could even try to stop him, he stepped out of the car and came around to open my door, with a cheerful theatrical curtsy.
I slowly got out of the car and walked nervously beside him to my door, with my body aching all over and the pressure in my guts rising. I fumbled for my key, but, to my surprise, he rang the bell and waited, with a pleased grin.
My mom opened the door. At first, she seemed surprised to see Inacio standing there, and then her face lit up in a big smile. Inacio explained in a few words that I had taken his taxi because I didn't have any money. I tried to justify myself saying that I'd had a problem with my bus subscription, but she didn't seem very interested in my explanation.
She led us in, informing Inacio that my dad was away and wouldn't return in a few hours and my brother Carlos was out with friends. "Then it's good that I showed up so I can keep you company" he replied, with a big smile. My mom seemed strangely enthralled with the presence of Inacio and didn't really pay me much attention. In fact, as I stared at them with a surprised look, it was him that turned to me and said, "Alex, run along and go take a shower", then gave me a wink to remind me of my embarrassing condition and added, "You really need one".
The fact that my dad and Carlos were away and that mom was hardly noticing me meant that I had the chance to clear the traces of my unfortunate encounters of that day. Nevertheless, I couldn't help feeling neglected by her behaviour, so much in contrast with the usual over-caring attitude. She hadn't even made any remark on the fact that I had returned home so late, well past dinner time, which was very uncharacteristic of me.
A bad cramp in my piss-filled guts reminded me that I had urgent problems to take care of, so I did follow Inacio's instruction and went up the stairs, as quickly as my aching legs allowed.
Nevertheless, I couldn't brush away the suspicion that there was something strange between mom and Inacio, and my curiosity managed to prevail over the agonising urge to relieve myself of my cargo of taxi-driver urine and cum. I stood at the top of the stairs, listening, and heard her say "No, not yet. Let him get in the shower first. Let's go in the kitchen where we can hear the noise of the boiler so we'll know when he finishes showering".
Of course, what I did was to go in the bathroom, start the water running, give them a minute, and then silently go down the stairs. The kitchen door was open and I could hear the noise of the gas boiler that reassured them that I wouldn't be coming down soon.
I peeped in, taking care not to let them see me. I suppose anyone less naive would have figured out by then what to expect, but for me what I saw was a complete shock. Inacio and my mom were embraced in a passionate kiss, with his tongue digging into her mouth. Her blouse was open and he was fondling her large naked breasts, pulled out of the bra. Her skirt was raised and her legs were spread, offering his other hand free access to her vagina. I could actually see his rough fingers digging deeply between her hairy lips, making her moan and squirm lasciviously.
Even when we're adults, the idea that our parents have sex is something you never even want to consider. For me, it was close to something out of the twilight zone. I was still so ignorant of life and sex, in spite of the fast learning I had been compelled into those last days. Right now, I was being confronted with the full display of my mom's sexuality and, to make it all so much worse, she was shamelessly cheating on my dad, offering herself to another man in our own home; and that very same man had been brutally raping me hardly an hour ago.
I just stood there, mesmerised, even neglecting to hide myself. She was so engrossed in her lust that she didn't notice me, but Inacio did. However, it didn't disturb him at all; in fact he just gave me a wicked grin and winked, signalling me to stay out of sight. He then broke up their intense embrace and pushed her commandingly to her knees. She knelt down, with her tits swinging free, her eyes glazed with desire, her drooling mouth right in front of his bulging crotch, impatiently waiting for his cock, her fingers eagerly digging into her own wet cunt.
Inacio slowly opened his jeans, and then pulled out his 23 cm [9"] cock. The painful recollection of his huge phallus caused my own aching arse-hole to pucker and twitch, making me again strongly aware of the cramping in my bloated guts, but there was no pain in the world that could force me away from that hypnotising scene.
As soon as she saw Inacio's cock, she tried to lunge forward to get it, but he pushed her away. "Not so fast, slut", he growled, and instead slapped her face hard with his massive shaft. She sighed in protest, more from being forced to wait for her treat than from the face-slapping. "You want it bad, don't you bitch?" he teased. At the same time, he winked in my direction again, making sure I watched my mom shamelessly begging for his cock, "Yes, please! Feed me your big cock, Inacio! I want it so bad! I want to suck it for you!"
When he finally pushed his cock in her willing mouth, she sucked on it with abandon, like a starved calf feeding on his mother's tit. Inacio didn't allow her much control of the action: he held her head in his big hands, just like he had done to me, and forced his cock deeper, making her gag and choke. "Take it all in, bitch!", he commanded, but for as roughly as he pushed and as hard as she tried, my mom just couldn't get it in.
"You fucking incompetent whore", he barked angrily, and then pulled away, letting her fall down on her hands, coughing and gasping. He looked in my direction and sneered, as a way of telling me that I sucked much better than my mom. For a moment, I smiled back with satisfaction, and then blushed in shame as I fully realised that this stranger was in my family home, comparing my unwanted cocksucker skills with my own mother's sexual performance.
He then pulled my mom up to her feet and bent her over the kitchen table, with her large arse turned to me, her panties pulled down around her meaty thighs. He slapped her buttocks hard and ordered her to spread her big cheeks wide apart and show him (and me...) her pussy and her arse-hole. At first, I turned my face away in disgust, but curiosity prevailed and I watched as she lewdly displayed her hairy twat and her pink little anus.
He slapped her protruding vaginal lips, making her yelp. "Yes, bitch, show me that hungry cunt. Your husband is not man enough to keep it satisfied, is he? That's why you fuck around like a whore, looking for real men". I was shocked at the way he talked about my father, and even more to hear her readily confirm it, "Yes, he's a fucking wimp, you know he's not nearly man enough for a woman like me, he never was. I always needed real men like you, with big, hard cocks to fuck my pussy". To make her point more clearly, she used her fingers to spread her thick lips, obscenely revealing the deep cavern where I had been conceived, then again begged for his cock, "Please fuck me, Inacio, please fuck my hungry cunt".
Inacio winked at me once more and decided to prolong the little show she was inadvertently made to put on for her precious younger son. "I know you're always hungry for cock, baby. Maybe next time I should again bring my buddies Cesar and Paulo; you love their cocks, don't you?" I couldn't believe she had already put out for those two bastards as well, but she easily admitted it, and there probably had been others as well. "Yes, please, bring them along too. I love their cocks. All your friends fuck me so good". She was almost hysterical with lust, by now. "Please fuck me, Inacio, Pleeeeaaaase!!!", she screamed.
Inacio at last moved behind my mom but he just rubbed his knob on her, still without penetration, making her holler with sexual frustration. "You're a lousy whore, you know that? You can't even deepthroat my cock properly". She sighed and tried to apologise, "I'm sorry, it's just too big. You know how hard I try, but I can't do it." "Well", he derided, "I just fucked a young bitch today that can do it easily, so maybe I should leave you and go look for her nice, deep throat again". In spite of him using the feminine, I knew very well Inacio referred to me, and my sore gorge throbbed at the thought of another ruthless invasion of his huge cock.
By this time, my mom was turning desperate with fear that he might actually leave without fucking her, so she started imploring for his cock even harder. He punished her arse with a few more hard slaps, and then announced that he had found a different alternative: "Since you can't take it in your throat, you deserve that I use your butt instead, don't you think?"
That prospect almost made her panic. "No, no, please not my arse, you're too big for it!", she protested. "Please fuck my pussy, you know you love it, and I need your cock inside so bad!" Unmoved by her desperate pleas, Inacio pulled his jeans down to his knees, spit on her pucker-hole, and then pressed his big cockhead against the tight anal ring. My mom screamed in pain, but submitted to his assault, just like I had done. Seeing him butt-fuck my mother was making my own little hole throb excruciatingly, and I squirmed under the agonising pressure inside my guts, but I knew I had to stay and watch, no matter what.
From my observation point, I could see his hairy arse and thighs as he slammed into her. Her open legs were painfully stretching and tensing as she tried desperately to adjust to the huge invasion. Behind the dangling curtain of his huge, hairy ball-sack, I could see her fingers frantically digging into her wanting pussy-hole, making me wonder what distressed her more, the brutal pain in her arse or the unsatisfied craving in her cunt.
Probably as part of his little show to me, he pounded her with particularly savage force for a long while. At first, she protested and begged him to slow down, but eventually she submitted to his vicious arse-rape and just whimpered pitifully, until he finally pulled out of her arse and, in one breath, slammed it into her cunt. She sobbed loudly as the turgid tube of flesh was roughly yanked out of her battered hole, then let out a long, contented moan when she felt it rammed into her starving pussy. In a split second, the moan turned into a succession of desperate screams, as the eagerly awaited cock stuffed inside her vagina immediately unclenched a mind-blowing orgasm.
She was still in the last throws of her climax when Inacio withdrew from her leaking vagina. To my surprise, he pulled up his jeans and walked towards me, with his raging hard-on pointing upwards. "I see you enjoyed the show", he chuckled in a low voice. I looked down and spotted the shameful little stain on the crotch of my shorts, where I had inadvertently released my small boyish ejaculation.
Before I could realise what was happening, he pushed me away from the kitchen door and pushed me down to my knees. He held his shaft downwards, aiming it at my mouth. "I saved a special treat for you: you're going to know what your mom's cunt tastes like, and then you'll get some more of my cum that you love so much".
The sight of his cock, covered in a slimy layer of my mom's juices, almost made me puke, and I was terrified that any second she would come out of the kitchen and catch me sucking her lover's cock. I turned my face away, but he yanked me back into position by my hair and tilted my head back, forcing me to open my mouth. "No, please! My mom will come", I managed to whisper, but it didn't move him. "Suck it, you little faggot! I don't care shit if she finds out what a fairy bitch her little son is. After all, you just turn after her, don't you?"
Forced once more to submit to his commands, I tasted first the familiar flavour of his precum, flowing abundantly from the dilated piss-slit, and then the nauseating, fishy tang of my mom's secretions. I felt an urge to throw up, though there wasn't more than cum and piss in my stomach at the time, but all I could do was retch hopelessly as he plugged my gorge with his tyrannical phallus, forcing me to deepthroat the whole 23 cm [9"] shaft, as my mom had failed to do. To my relief, the torture of my ravaged throat didn't last long, as it only took him a few thrusts to chuck out another big load of hot semen straight down my oesophagus. He made me suck the last drops of cum from his piss slit, before he finally let me get back on my feet. "You definitely could teach your bitch mom a few things about cocksucking, baby", he laughed sarcastically.
It all hadn't lasted more than a couple of minutes, and fortunately it had been the time my mom had taken to recover. Right as Inacio finished closing his jeans, we heard her voice in the kitchen, calling for him. Just as I was about to scuffle up the stairs, Inacio retained me by my arm, looked into my eyes and whispered in a stern tone, "Don't forget to keep your mouth shut about this, understood?" I nodded, and he added with a naughty wink, "In fact, you don't need to open your pretty sissy mouth unless there's a juicy cock waiting for you to suck it".
I finally returned to the steaming bathroom, where the hot water had been running all along. I closed the shower and prepared at last to unplug my arse and relieve myself of the pressure inside me. Just then, I heard my dad's car pull into the driveway on the side of the house. At the same time, I also heard the front door close, and I was relieved that Inacio was leaving and dad wouldn't find him and mom in some compromising situation. I felt a cold shiver at the thought that dad could have arrived just a few minutes earlier and he would have walked right into Inacio fucking mom in the kitchen, or making me swallow his load at the bottom of the stairs.
Still, I figured out that dad and Inacio would likely bump right into each other outside. I feared that my dad might suspect something and they could even end up arguing or even fighting. My concern forced me to contain for a little longer my desperate urge to empty my guts and I went to my parents' room to look out the window to the front of the house and see what happened.
As I expected, they came face to face. Dad looked obviously surprised to see Inacio there, but they shook hands and chatted affably for a few minutes before Inacio drove off in his taxi. Observing the two, I couldn't help noticing how Inacio seemed so masterful in front of my father, both by his taller and larger frame and by his overly confident attitude, contrasting with dad's quiet, almost shy, demeanour. He stood on the sidewalk for a second as Inacio drove, and as he headed for the front door, I rushed to the bathroom.
I locked the door and stripped naked. The t-shirt stank of piss, reminding me that even Luis, after shamelessly putting out for the construction crew of his own free will (contrary to me), still managed to make me serve him sexually and prove himself more of a male than I was. Next, I inspected my briefs and my shorts. I realised that there was not only a small wet patch in the front, product of my little orgasm as I watched Inacio bang my mom, but also a larger stain in the back, showing that some of the piss and cum inside me had managed to soak through the socks and drip out of my arse.
I bent myself back, with my arse above the toilet seat, and concentrated on opening my abused hole to be able to pull out the plug that Inacio had forced inside me. My sphincter didn't resist much, after all the times it had been stretched that day, but I still had to work my fingers up my colon to be able to unclog the sodden mass of the socks. When I finally succeeded, it blasted out, propelled by a geyser of gas, piss, cum and shit. I sighed in relief and slumped down on the seat. For several times, my guts cramped painfully, before the pressure was again released in gaseous, liquid or solid form.
Sitting on the commode and enduring the degrading procedure of discarding myself of the remains of the sexual activities I had been compelled to perform, I cried of shame and despair, as I couldn't help thinking of all the abuse and humiliation I had endured and, worse of all, what more would expect me the next days, back at school. Even the short respite I had hoped for during the weekend had turned into an even worse nightmare.