The Other Forgotten

The skype calling chime rang from the laptop. Margo hurried over and clicked the “accept call” button. On screen was her son, Steven, smiling despite clearly being exhausted.

“Hi mom! How’s it going?” he asked.

“Steven! Were you away?” Margo asked. “I had no idea. How are you?”

Steven sighed. “I’m all right, mom. Just very busy. Is Kevin there?”

“I think he is. Maybe? I’ll check,” she said, turning around and yelling for Kevin, who rushed toward the laptop.

“Hey buddy! What’s up? How’s the trip?”

“I’ll tell you all about it later. What are you guys up to?”

“I was going to help your mom with her yoga exercises. The other day she told me how she wanted to get back into it. Remember, Mrs. Brooks?”

“I suppose I did,” Margo said, with a shrug.

Steven noticed she was wearing a workout shirt and a pair of yoga pants, which pleased him. Ever since the incident, his mother hadn’t been able to do much of anything anymore. He was glad to see Kevin was helping her out.

“Hey, I have to make this call short. I just wanted to check up on you guys. You have fun, all right?”

“We will,” Margo said to her son. “Take care, darling.”

“Oh, and Kevin?” Steven said.

“Yeah?”

“Thanks for looking out for her. I owe you, big time.”

“Oh no. The pleasure is all mine,” Kevin said with a grin.

The call ended, and the image of Steven vanished, replaced with an empty desktop. Margo Brooks had already retreated into the living room and began stretching and doing her warm-up exercises. She did not notice that Kevin had taken his briefs and shirt off after hanging up with Steven, and that he now approached her, buck naked and rock hard. It was only when he grabbed her chest from behind that she realized something was amiss.

“Kevin! What-!”

He said nothing, instead ripping her shirt open. He large breasts flopped out. In a panicked frenzy, she pushed herself away from Kevin, who released her from his grasp and looked at her exposed chest, lust steaming from his breath.

“Kevin! What are you doing! Please, stop-,” Margo muttered.

He ignored her pleas, instead rushing forward. With one hand, her grabbed and pulled her hair back, causing her to yelp in pain. With his other hand, he began kneading her left tit. Her nippled hardened instantly, but she gasped in fear when he began to push her to her knees, lining her face up with his hardened cock.

“Suck it!” he grunted.

One more tug on her hair instantly convinced Margo to do as he wanted. She opened her mouth, allowing Kevin to push his dick down her throat. She gagged, and the taste was bitter. But the feeling of a man’s cock grinding over her tongue excited her somehow. She couldn’t remember the last time she even had sex, let alone when she sucked one off.

Kevin began to thrust himself in and out of Margo’s mouth. Thick globs of her drool coated his young cock. He gasped out in ecstasy when her tongue rolled over his head. He’d need to pace himself, lest he’d blow his load right there and then. There was so much more he wanted to do first.

He pulled out, slapping his wet cock against Margo’s face, then lifter her up by the arm and pushed her head down onto the couch, raising her ass into the air.

“Please stop!” Margo begged, despite secretly enjoying the sensation of a young man taking what he wanted. “Don’t-,”

Kevin ignored her. Instead, he dug his fingers into the fabric of the yoga pants and, with one powerful pull, ripped them open. Margo shrieked, but her protest was silenced when Kevin slapped her ass cheek, leaving a red palm print on her skin.

“Aaah!”

“You be quiet now,” Kevin hissed.

He began stroking his fingers past her moistened pussy. It was hungry for a good hard cock. He could tell. But what he planned for that afternoon would not require her pussy. He instead lined his dick up with her ass, pressed firmly against it, and plunged his cock into her bowels.

“Aaaaargh! Nooo!” Margo screamed.

She couldn’t believe it. Kevin was sodomizing her in her own living room. He just went for it and stuck his dick right up her ass. She was astonished it went as easily as it did. Nor could she believe that she was actually enjoying this savage raping of her body. She cried, but between each cry was a light gasp of enjoyment. With every wild thrust, Kevin brought her closer to an orgasm like she couldn’t remember ever feeling. Like an expert, Kevin pounded into her body, pulling her hair as he went deeper and deeper inside her.

“No…I’m gonna—!” Margo muttered.

“Do it! Cum for me, you slut!” Kevin hissed in her ear.

Margo yelped, as she felt fluids gush from her pussy and her legs give out underneath her. She toppled over head first into the couch, her ass raw from the ravenous fucking it just endured. She gasped, trying to collect herself, while her skin still shuddered from her orgasm. The reverie was broken when Kevin pulled her from the couch, grasping onto a clump of her blonde hair.

“On you knees,” he ordered, stroking his cock furiously.

She did as commanded, sitting before him and watching his hand glide over his cock, going faster and faster until it began to twitch. Then, with a loud grunt, he came, unloading blast after blast of his cum onto Margo’s face. She twitched and flinched with each spray hitting her, doing her best not to gasp out or look disgusted. Within moments, Kevin had covered nearly her entire face with his seed.

Margo looked up, biting back tears. She was humiliated. How could he do this to her? She wanted to ask why, but Kevin already pulled her up from the ground and dragged her off into the bathroom. He pushed her into the shower and began hosing her down. She gasped as the warm water washed Kevin’s cum from her face, which he took care to remove. When he was done, he simply walked away, leaving her a sobbing mess underneath a stream of warm water.

As she cried, Margo began to plan everything. She’d call Steven. Or the police first. She’d get someone to save her. Then everything would be okay. But how could she live with herself? A survivor of the most brutal of violations.