Come On Please Rape Me

Fbailey story number 228


Come On Please Rape Me


When I turned fourteen my sister Ashley was already fifteen years old. She thought that her shit didn’t stink. Ever since her tits got bigger dad had given her everything that she ever wanted and he paid very little attention to me. Mom was in the same boat because dad paid very little attention to her too.

Then one day when we were alone in the house mom said, “Please rape me.”

I had heard what she said but I just couldn’t believe it so I said, “What?”

Mom repeated, “Please rape me.”

Finally I asked, “Why?”

Mom cried and said, “I just can’t take it anymore. Your father won’t touch me in bed. I can’t take a lover and commit adultery because of my strict Roman Catholic upbringing but I can be raped against my will. That is a sin that can be forgiven. Joe our old farmhand used to rape me after he got drunk on Saturdays but when your father found out about it he fired him. Joe was a piss poor fuck but he was all that I had. Rover our dog used to attack me whenever I was down on my hands and knees scrubbing the kitchen floor but when he attacked Ashley your father killed him. God I miss that dog. Could he ever fuck! All I had to do was take off my panties and start to scrub the kitchen floor and he would appear out of nowhere. But now I have no one so please rape me.”

“But mom I don’t know how too” I lied. Of course I knew how, hell I lived on a farm for Christ’s sake. The cows were always trying to hump one another even if they didn’t have cocks. Our ram was always trying to fuck the sheep.

I knew exactly how mom felt. I was so horny that I had considered fucking one of our sheep too especially since our old farmhand Joe had told that they feel just like a human vagina when you are in them. He told me that was why he always wore those black high rubber boots…so that he could put their back legs in his boots and they couldn’t get away.

Mom repeated, “Come on please rape me.” Then she started to cry.

The next thing I knew mom was on her hands and knees on the kitchen floor scrubbing with her old stiff brush. She had hiked her skirt up above her waist and she wasn’t wearing any panties either.

Honest to God, I did look a gift horse in the mouth. I looked at my mother. She was beautiful, she was only thirty-four, and she was waiting for me to rape her. She was a sure thing, as the boys at school would have said. That was what they always said about Brenda. Half of the guys in school claim that they had fucked her and she never denied it either.

Mom had a nice smooth firm ass, her tits hung down nicely in her top, and her pussy was moist and just waiting for me to fuck it. I couldn’t take it any longer. I dropped my pants and my underwear to my ankles and then I dropped behind my mother.