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Family Terror Ch. 01

By: AStropirate



Kathy Harris still couldn't believe it. In a very short period of time her life had changed from being an ordinary housewife to a sex slave in her own home. The forty-two year old mother of one sat at the table in her kitchen and thought about how this all began.

She married Jimmy Harris when she was eighteen. Jimmy was a well known gangster in London's East end. Kathy's parents immediately disowned their daughter. Even when her son, Frankie was born they completely ignored her. Kathy and her husband settled into her mother's council house. Despite the fact it was cramped Kathy was happy there. This was because Barbara Harris, Jimmy's mother, was kind to her and helped her with little Frankie. It was a truly sad day when Barbara died. Frankie was eighteen then and already following his father's footsteps. He even had his own gang. 

Two years later events occurred that was to change Kathy's life forever. Jimmy was walking home on a dark evening in November when he was gunned down as a car sped past. 

The police were very sympathetic to Kathy. The young female constable was very understanding as Kathy wept bitterly in her arms. The officer was only too aware of Jimmy's criminal past. However she knew too that Kathy was really an innocent victim in this sorry mess.

That same night Kathy had just gone up to her bedroom when she heard Frankie coming in. She could hear him dashing upstairs. She went to the door of her room to confront him but was shocked when the door of the room was pushed open and Frankie stood before him. The twenty year old had obviously being out drinking.

"Frankie, where have you been? The police were here. Your dad is dead."

"Yes I know. Too bad."

"Frankie!" yelled a shocked Kathy as she raised her hand to strike him.

Frankie was quicker though as he grabbed his mother's arm and twisted it behind her back. Kathy screamed with the pain. 

"Frankie, please. You're hurting me," she cried.

Still gripping his mother's arm, Frankie stood behind Kathy and whispered in her ear. "Now you listen to me. I'm the man of the house now and you'll do exactly as you're told."

"Frankie, stop this," responded Kathy nervously. She was terrified. She was only too aware of how dangerous Frankie had become. Even though she was his mother she knew she wasn't safe. Frankie had threatened her in the past but now Jimmy was dead she knew he was at his mercy. What happened next, however, took her completely by surprise as Frankie put his hand on her breast and began to squeeze it through her white blouse.

"Nooo," screamed Kathy as she tried to break free.

Frankie grabbed her short black hair and threw her onto her bed. Kathy was stunned by the force of her son's hand as it stuck her face. She felt her blouse being ripped open as buttons flew in all directions. 

Frankie once again squeezed his mother's breasts as he felt the fabric of her plain white bra. 

"No Frankie, please don't," begged Kathy as she felt her bra being pushed up and her magnificent breasts were exposed. Her nipples hardened with contact from the air and Frankie began to gently rub them before he bowed his head to engulf one with his mouth and began to suck and lick it.

Kathy pursed her lips in an effort to hide any pleasure. There was a temporary pause when Frankie rose up. He grabbed his mother's bra and using sheer brute forced ripped the garment apart. Once again Frankie resumed sucking Kathy's breasts. 

As he began to work down her slim body, licking and sucking as he went, Kathy found her resolve starting to crumble. "Oooh," she involuntarily released as her son's gentle tongue action aroused her. Frankie began to unfasten his mother's jeans and before she knew it, Kathy was naked as he flung them to the floor.

Frankie seemed to wince a little as he observed his mother's pussy bush. Nonetheless, he stripped rapidly and drilled his huge manhood inside her and began to pump hard.

Frankie's movement was slow at first but gradually picked up speed with each stroke. Despite her efforts to resist her son as he continued to plunder her pussy, Kathy's body finally began to respond and eventually both of them settled into a mutually satisfying rhythm. 

Both mother and son groaned as Frankie continued his invasion of his mother's pussy. Kathy's own bodily movements added to their mutual enjoyment. As the physical exertions became even more intense they began to perspire.

At last Kathy could feel her love juices starting to gather. She could also that Frankie was close to orgasm. They both sighed deeply as they felt both relief and sexual satisfaction. Exhausted, they feel into a deep slumber, wrapped in each other's arms.

***

Frankie was first to wake up. He stretched his arms just as his mother began to wake. As she gathered her thoughts and seeing her son lying beside her, Kathy remembered what had happened. "You bastard!" yelled Kathy as she struck out at her son. "You raped me," she continued as she hit him several times.

Frankie grabbed her arms and pushed them up to the head board of the bed as if he was about to tie them to it. He was a very strong young man and was able to hold his mother's arms with his left hand while he struck her face with his right.

"Now, don't do that again. I'm much stronger than you so if you don't want to get hurt cut it out."

"I'll go to the police." responded his mother.

Frankie laughed contemptuously. "And tell them what? That we went to bed and had great sex? Besides, you do anything stupid like that I'll make sure you and your precious sister will suffer."

"Fran? What has she to do with this?"

"She and her worthless husband owe we a considerable amount of money so if you don't want any 'accidents' to occur you'll behave yourself."

Frankie got out of bed and whipped the bed clothes off revealing his mother's nakedness.

An embarrassed Kathy tried to cover up.

"Get into the bathroom, get showered and shave that hair from your pussy. Use my razor," ordered Frankie.

Humiliated, Kathy meekly obeyed, terrified that any wrong move on her part would have repercussions not only for herself but for Fran as well as her wider family. She all too aware of what Frankie was capable of.

By the time Kathy returned to the bedroom Frankie was already dressed. He looked his mother up and down. "Good," he said. "Now get downstairs at get breakfast ready," he growled.

Kathy was about to put her robe on when Frankie took it from her hand. "I didn't say anything about getting dressed," he yelled.

Kathy descended the stairs naked and in tears wondering would her nightmare ever end.

There was total silence as Frankie consumed his breakfast and his mother just picked at hers.

"Ah, that was delicious," he declared as he pushed the empty plate aside. He turned to his mother. "Stand up," he commanded.

Kathy nervously stood up.

Once again Frankie viewed his mother's nakedness and showed his pleasure as he smiled. "Come over here."

Kathy obeyed without a word.

Frankie knelt and holding his mother's bare hips with his hands he began to lick her freshly shaved pussy.

Kathy couldn't help groaning as her son's tongue continued to move up and down. Although it was pleasurable Kathy was both angry and disgusted that her own son had made her submit to such incestuous behaviour. The worst of all was that she had no choice.

"Oooh," she moaned as Frankie's tongue drilled through her pussy lips and proceeded to lash her clit. At last, as her juices flowed and her orgasm erupted, Kathy sighed with both pleasure and relief.

"Down on your knees!" ordered Frankie.

Once again Kathy meekly obeyed. She observed her son as he opened the zipper of his jeans and extracted his hard cock. She knew exactly what he wanted before he said it. To refuse, she knew, could be serious and possibly fatal.

"Suck it," demanded Frankie.

Kathy reluctantly took the huge organ and tepidly placed it between her lips, halting momentarily, hoping in vain for a possible last minute reprieve from her son but there was to be none. As she placed the cock in her mouth Kathy began to suck it. 

An impatient Frankie grabbed his mother's hair and began to move her head, making her bob in and out.

"That's it, bitch. You're getting the hang of it." said Frankie as he continued to grip Kathy's hair.

"Come on, lick my balls," he yelled with even more impatience.

Kathy obeyed, too terrified not to.

"Oh yes, oh yes," cried Frankie as his mother continued her forced mouth action.

Finally, as his cum exploded in her mouth, Frankie yanked his mother's head back, forcing her to swallow the unpleasant load.

"You're not a bad cock sucker but you'll get better with experience now get upstairs and get dressed. Remember I'm the only one to wear pants. Come back down when you're dressed." demanded Frankie.

Kathy was dressed in a blue blouse and black skirt when she returned to the kitchen where her son was still waiting. Frankie looked his mother up and down.

"Good," he said approvingly as he nodded his head. "A typical housewife." he continued. Frankie lifted his mother's skirt and rubbed his hand along her tights, feeling Kathy's pussy as he did so.

"Please Frankie..." Kathy halted when she saw the angry scowl on Frankie's face as he continued playing with her.

"I've got things to do," he said as finally stopped. "I'm sure you've got things to do around the house so I'll see you later. Remember, don't do anything stupid or there will be consequences," warned Frankie as he left the house.

Kathy wept bitterly. However she finally got her courage up and began to pack a bag, resolving to make good her escape before he returned. Cautiously, with bag in hand, Kathy opened the door of the house and looked out. Satisfied there was none there she ventured out timidly and was about to close the door when a strong hand gripped her arm. It was Tommy Rowe, an eighteen year old member of Frankie's gang.

"The boss asked me to keep an eye on you," he sniggered. "I suggest you go inside. You're in enough trouble as it is." he continued.

Kathy desperately tried to appeal to the young man. "Please Tommy, surely you don't approve of this?"

"Whether or no I approve is irrelevant. I suggest you go back inside and wait for the boss," he replied as he picked up Kathy's bag and led her back inside.

Once again Kathy wept, knowing that underestimating her son would consequences not only for herself but for her sister Fran as well. Worst of all was she heard Tommy on his mobile phone talking to her son. All Kathy could do was wait in fear and dread.

***

It was a long two hours for Kathy. All sorts of possible scenarios went through her head as to what Frankie would do but nothing prepared her for what actually did happen.

When Frankie walked in with Tommy beside him Kathy stood up, trembling as she did so. Frankie's scowl said it all.

"Frankie, I'm..." Kathy failed to complete her sentence because her son delivered a backhand that sent her flying down onto the sofa.

"You stupid Bitch!" yelled Frankie as he gripped his mother's hair, making her scream.

"I warned you there would be consequences. Now your sister and her family will pay dearly," completed Frankie.

"Nooo!" screamed Kathy as she knelt in front of her son. "Please Frankie, don't harm Fran. I'll do anything. I swear it," begged Kathy, as she wept bitterly on his leg.

Frankie said nothing. He simply forced his mother to her feet and looked her up and down in silence.

"I told you I was the only one wearing pants here," he said, referring to the fact that Kathy had changed into a tee shirt and jeans in order to escape.

"Now get those clothes off!" he yelled.

Kathy moved and started for her room.

"Strip here!" Frankie ordered.

Kathy looked over at Tommy who was standing there with a cynical grin on his face.

She didn't want to do it but Kathy knew she had no choice and proceeded to undress in front of both young men. She halted when she reached her plain underwear.

"Get those fucking things off!" yelled Frankie as if disgusted. "I told you what to wear," he continued.

Frankie was right. He had ordered his mother to wear sexy lace underwear and she knew she was in more trouble for her disobedience and attempted defiance. As she stood in front of them Kathy attempted to hide her nakedness from Tommy with her hands.

"Play with your tits," commanded her son.

Reluctantly, Kathy obeyed, fondling her medium breasts and exposing her bare pussy in the process.

The sight of this beautiful and very naked mature woman gave Tommy a huge hard on and he licked his lips lustfully.

This was not lost on Frankie. "She's not bad, eh Tommy?" he grinned.

Kathy blushed but was too terrified to stop.

"Well, you know what I want, boss," replied Tommy.

Frankie nodded. "I reckon you earned it," he responded.

Frankie turned to his mother who was still rubbing her nipples. "Bend over the chair," he ordered.

Kathy did so nervously. Tommy stood behind her and unzipped his jeans. He felt the warmth of Kathy's bare arse as he patted it with his hand.

Kathy shivered, not just from the cold hand but from fear. She felt his hard cock as it was pushed deep inside her and began to pound. Kathy knew that begging Frankie not to go through with this would not only fall on deaf ears but it would probably anger him also. She simply submitted in silence.

As Tommy's pace picked up Kathy pursed her lips trying not to moan. Finally and to her relief, she felt the burning sensation as Tommy's cum exploded inside her and Tommy also gave a sigh of sexual satisfaction.

Kathy too, gave a sigh. It was more out of relief than anything else. She was about to get up but Frankie pushed her back down. "Stay exactly where you are," he yelled.

Kathy was too afraid to look up but as the seconds ticked by curiosity got the better of her as she wondered about this temporary pause.

"No, please Frankie, she whimpered with tears pouring from her eyes as she saw her son with a bamboo stick in his hand, aware of what was about to happen but as usual it was to no avail. Kathy screamed as her bare arse felt the first of five blows. "Whack, whack, whack!" sounded around the room. She thought she was going to faint from pain but didn't.

Frankie put away his stick. "That's just a reminder not to disobey me again. Your sister got away with it this time but I won't be so mercifully next time," said Frankie in a sarcastic tone. "Now get upstairs and get dressed as you should. Then come back down and make the tea."

Broken, Kathy meekly obeyed, tears still streaming down her face. 

Kathy dressed in a lemon coloured blouse and navy knee length skirt. She also wore the lacy underwear that her son demanded. When she descended the stairs Tommy had departed and she proceeded to make the tea. When he finished his tea Frankie sat down to watch the television and Kathy was forced to sit at his feet, moving only when her son wanted a drink or to relieve herself.

It was almost midnight when Frankie stretched his arms and yawned. "Time for us to got to bed," he said with a smile. Kathy led the way upstairs to the bedroom. Frankie sat in a chair and Kathy stood waiting for her instructions. He simply nodded and his mother knew exactly what she had to do. She stood in front of him and slowly unbuttoned her blouse.

Frankie smiled as the opened blouse revealed his mother's blue low cut bra. She turned her back towards him as she unzipped her skirt and allowed the loosened garment to slide to the floor. This displayed Kathy's black stockings that pleased Frankie.

Kathy, still with her back to her son, slowly slid her blouse off and left it join her discarded skirt. Her matching knickers quickly joined them and Kathy lay down on the bed with one hand playing with her nipple and the other probing her pussy, as if Kathy passionately and began to move down her body.

Cathy knew it was wrong but the feel of her son's body aroused her own body. She was amazed at his gentleness as he licked and sucked down her bare shoulder and onto her breast.

"Oohh" she moaned as Frankie engulfed her right breast and began to lick and lick her nipple. After a few moments he made his way down the shallow crevice between her breasts and onto her left breast and the wonderful sensation began all over again. 

Making his way down his mother's slim body, Frankie spread her smooth legs and began to probe her pussy with his tongue and lash her clit, much to his mother's unwanted delighted as she continued to moan loudly. When he was sure Kathy was ready Frankie eased his cock into her pussy and began push in and out. His movement, slow at first began to accelerate with each stroke. Kathy's body began to respond positively to these movements and eventually they both settled into a mutually satisfying rhythm.

"Oh fuck, fuck, fuck!" cried Kathy as she reached the point of no return. Frankie, encouraged by his mother continued to pound her hard. At last, as her juices began to gather and Frankie felt his load build, they both held on for as long as they could but eventually they finally orgasmed, leaving them breathless and perspiring heavily. Once again they fell rapidly asleep, locked in each other's arms.

This was to become the daily ritual that Kathy Harris was forced to endure in order to please her son and protect her sister and her family. 

***

On the morning of the funeral Frankie dressed in his black suit. Kathy, despite everything that had happened, couldn't help but think how handsome he looked. She had dressed in a one piece black frock. Frankie looked her up and down.

"Very nice," he said. "Lift your dress," he ordered.

Nervously Kathy did as she was bidden.

Frankie smiled as the rims of her black stockings were exposed as well as her lacy black knickers. "Take off your knickers and bra. You won't need them," said Frankie with a grin.

"But..." Frankie's stern look pre-empted any attempt by Kathy to argue with her son and once again she meekly obeyed, tossing her discarded underwear to the floor before they both headed to the car.

Kathy felt naked as she stood at the graveside. It was a cold day and she shivered as the cold air struck her bare arse. The tears that she shed were not necessarily grief as she continued to feel the cold. Her sister Fran was there with her husband and the sisters embraced each other for the first time in many years. At least Kathy felt some comfort.

She felt relieved as Frankie, acting in the manner of the dutiful son, led his mother to the car and they were driven to the local rugby club for a reception for close family and friends. This went on well after midnight. Finally, Frankie moved and both he and his mother headed for the car and were driven home.

There was silence as they both ascended the stairs to the bedroom. Frankie sat in the chair as usual and Kathy stood before him. She unzipped her black frock and allowed it to slide freely to the floor.

Frankie smiled as she observed his mother standing nude before him wearing only stockings. His cock hardened and Kathy could see the bulge in his pants. It was only then that she realised he had deliberately planned for this moment. Frankie got up and signalled to his mother to lie on the bed. After undressing Frankie mounted his mother and ravished her naked flesh in every conceivable way before falling asleep.

Family Terror Ch. 02



Frances "Fran" Campbell was Kathy's younger sister. She was thirty-three and married to Joe. They had a little five year old boy they named Jack. She and her husband lived in the sprawling Garner housing estate. Locals nicknamed it "Gangsters" because of the widespread crime rate and general disregard for law and order. 

Joe was forty-two and unemployed. Fran worked part time as a cleaner in offices on the industrial estate. Although they found it hard to make ends meet they were reasonably happy together. That was, until Fran found that Joe had fallen foul of her violent nephew.

It was Monday and Fran had dropped Jack off at his school. After doing some shopping she returned home. She headed for the kitchen and put away the groceries. Having made herself a sandwich Fran headed to the living, intending to watch TV. When she opened the door Fran was shocked to see Frankie sitting in her favourite armchair.

"Frankie! What are you doing here? How did you get in?" asked Fran in anger.

Frankie just looked up and smiled, stubbing out his cigarette in a saucer. "I was looking for your worthless husband. Where is he?"

"He's not here. Now get out, Frankie and don't you dare come in here again." yelled Fran with venom.

This, in turn, made Frankie angry and he jumped up.

A startled Fran knew she had just made a mistake which he tried to rectify by trying to be conciliatory. "I'm sorry, Frankie. It's just a surprise to see you here..." Fran stopped as her tall nephew walked over to her and yanking her head back, he kissed her. Fran pushed Frankie for all she was worth and broke the kiss. 

"You perverted shit!" screamed Fran and she managed to slap Frankie across his face.

Frankie grabbed Fran's arms so tightly she felt them getting slowly numb from the lack if blood flow. "Now you listen to me, you stupid bitch. Your precious husband owes me money. He's overdue and I'm here to collect," said Frankie with a sinister smile.

Fran was horrified. "What does Joe owe you money for?" she asked in a panic.

"Well, you don't want any accidents to happen to you or your family, do we?" asked Frankie menacingly.

"Accidents?" responded a terrified Fran innocently.

Frankie said nothing. Still keeping a tight grip on her long golden hair, he began to unbutton her check shirt.

"Please, Frankie. Don't do this," pleaded Fran but it was to no avail as her nephew continued to move down her shirt until her plan white bra came into view. He pushed up one side of Fran's bra and began to squeeze her bare medium breast.

"I told you, your husband is overdue with payment. There's interest to be paid."

"But Frankie, Joe will be home..."

"Oh I've taken care of dear Joe."

"What have you done to him?" yelled Fran.

"Just do as you're told and he'll be safe. Now get naked I want to see that body of yours." responded Frankie in a tone that told Fran she had no change. Just the look on Frankie's face was frightening and she was very well aware that Frankie was capable of anything.

Tears fell from Fran's eyes as she eased her shirt off and dropped it to the floor. Having slipped off her shoes she opened her jeans, allowing them to slide down and then slip out of them. Fran halted as she stood in her plain white underwear hoping to see some sort of some sort of signal from Frankie's eyes that would mean a reprieve. 

"Everything!" demanded Frankie.

Fran accepted defeat and reluctantly discarded her underwear. Instinctively, she covered her breasts and vagina.

"Put your hands down by side," ordered Frankie as he walked around his helpless and very naked aunt. As his eyes gazed at her almost flawless skin Frankie's cock created a massive bulge in his pants. Her long legs were amazingly smooth and her pussy was neatly trimmed.

Frankie stood in front of his aunt and pushed his finger into her pussy. It made Fran shudder. "Please Frankie..." was all she could say in a moan.

Frankie withdrew his finger and grabbing Fran's hair, dragged her upstairs to her bedroom. He threw her on the bed. "Play with your tits," he demanded.

Reluctantly Fran put her hands to her breasts and began to fondle her hardening nipples.

Frankie began to undress rapidly.

"Please, Frankie. Don't do this," begged Fran as she perceived what was about to occur.

Frankie remained silent. He mounted Fran. She knew she had no choice but to allow her nephew ravish her body on her own marital bed. To her surprise Frankie was amazingly gentle as he began to lick and suck from her bare neck to her breasts.

"Oooh," moaned Fran as her nephew engulfed her right breast and sucked it tenderly.

Fran's excitement and pleasure continued as Frankie made his way into the valley between her breasts, licking, sucking and nibbling as he went. As he finally surfaced he once again began to gently suck and nibble her second breast.

"Oooh," Fran moaned once again.

Frankie travelled down Fran's flat stomach and easing her long smooth legs apart, he began to bore through her pussy lips with his tongue. After a few seconds of exploration Frankie's tongue finally reached Fran's clit and began lash it with intensity.

"Oh my God!" cried Fran as this wonderful sensation on her clit continued. Lovemaking with Joe was never like this. It was just how she imagined it should be. It was too bad that this was her nephew and not her husband.

At last Fran could feel her love juices starting to build. It was almost an anticlimax for then when her nephew abruptly withdrew his tongue. This was only momentarily as it was replaced by his hard cock. Once again Frankie was gentle as he inserted the organ an immediately began to pump. At first his movement was slow but began to accelerate with each stroke. 

Fran's body also began to respond and they soon settled into a mutually satisfying rhythm. Indeed, Fran became so excited she began to cry out, "Come on you bastard, harder, harder!" as she placed her hands on his bare hips.

Encouraged, Frankie duly obliged as his pace reached its peak and there was no turning back for either of them. They were both so absorbed that they wished it would last forever. Their breathing became deeper and they began to perspire. Finally they both gave sighs of mutual sexual satisfaction Frankie's cum and Fran's love juices collided and their orgasms erupted.

For a few moments they rested, gasping for air. Frankie was the first to move. He got up and began to dress. "I'll say this for you doll, you're a great fuck," he said as he continued to dress.

Fran, despite herself, gave a slight smile. It disappeared when Frankie spoke again.

"Well I don't think your wimp of a husband will be paying back anytime soon so there will be plenty of 'interest' to collect." Frankie said this with a laugh that made Fran angry but she said nothing. 

"Well, I've got to go. I'll see to it that he is safe." said Frankie as he left the house.

Fran made her way to the shower and scrubbed every part of her body in an effort to somehow wash away this incestuous intrusion upon her.

An hour or so later Joe arrived home. "Joe, you're safe!" she cried as she hugged his neck. It was then she smelt the alcohol.

Joe looked at his wife blankly. "Safe? Of course I'm safe. I was having a few drinks in the club with the boys. What's gotten into you?"

Fran's face reddened. "Oh, err, nothing Joe. I just let my imagination run wild again. Sit down and I'll get tea ready." 

'That fucking bastard,' thought Fran while she was in the kitchen.

***

A few days after his encounter with Fran Frankie and his gang were heading towards the old derelict building that had been the estate's youth club. It was here that the gang based their "headquarters" so to speak when he heard a mature female voice cry out to him.

"Hey you. I want to talk to you!" yelled the woman.

Frankie turned around and saw a woman in her late fifties standing there. He couldn't help but admire the woman. 

'She certainly has balls,' thought Frankie. That wasn't all that Frankie admired. The woman was tall, erect and proud. She dressed immaculately. Despite the fact that the navy jacket of her business suit covered her white blouse he could see that her breasts were huge. Her matching skirt was knee length and Frankie thought her knee high black leather boots made her amazingly sexy for her age.

"Who the hell are you, Lady?" asked Frankie, genuinely.

"Don't you dare take that tone with me, young man. I'm Linda Murray."

"Oh, the prodigal grandmother who disowned my mother," responded Frankie as he immediately recognised.

The rest of the gang laughed and Linda blushed.

"You little bastard, you raped my daughter," she yelled.

"Raped?" replied Frankie in mock surprise. "I'd be very careful using that that word. We had sex and you daughter enjoyed it as much as I did."

The others laughed but it was too much for Linda as she struck out and slapped Frankie's face. "You fucking pervert! I'll report you to the police," responded Linda angrily.

One of the gang was about to attack Linda but Frankie restrained him.

"If you do that lady then you better be prepared for the details of your daughters' incestuous adventures not to mention their mother's sexual preferences," responded Frankie in a matter of fact tone.

"What do you mean by that?" asked Linda, somewhat puzzled.

Frankie remained silent. He simply nodded and his gang suddenly grabbed Linda and bundled the fifty-eight year old widow into the boot of her own car. When the others were in the car Frankie drove the car and headed for Linda's address.

Upon their arrival Frankie and the gang filed out of the car. Linda was carried into the house upstairs to her bedroom. She held upright by two members of the gang. And Frankie looked at her with a smile. "I just know you're going to enjoy the great sex tonight," said Frankie with a triumphal laugh.

"Nooo!" screamed Linda through her gag. Suddenly, she felt a stinging sensation in her arse and became numb in the lower half of her body. She fell forward but was held fast by gang members.

Frankie spoke again. "If you don't behave yourself, there'll be more pain," instructed Frankie.

Linda saw the stun gun in the young man's hand and was too afraid to do anything. In the meantime one of the gang removed Linda's jacket and proceeded to unbutton her white blouse. Linda shuddered when she felt the zipper of her skirt being pulled and the loosened garment slid to the floor. Her full black slip came into view when her blouse was discarded. Frankie gripped it and literally tore it from her body.

"Who are you wearing that for?" asked Frankie with a grin when her saw Linda's low cut lace bra. It wasn't hard for Frankie to see she wore matching knickers encased in flesh coloured tights. The sight of this gave Frankie an erection.

Linda was thrown unto the bed and her boots, tights and underwear were rapidly removed. She was again pulled up and forced to her knees. Frankie gripped her long black hair.

Linda yelled in pain as her head was yanked back and she was forced to face Frankie who held a sharp knife to her throat.

"Pl-please Frankie..." stuttered the terrified mature.

" Oh its Frankie now, is it? Now you listen to me, you stuck up bitch. My boys need to have their cocks sucked and you're going to duly oblige them."

Linda looked at the gang in horror as they gather around like wolves awaiting their share. "I won't do it," she said, trying to sound defiant.

Frankie laughed contemptuously as he once again yanked his grandmother's black hair making her scream in pain. He also placed the knife to her throat. 

"Now, we can do this the easy way, or the hard way. It's up to you," said Frankie as he moved the knife slowly down to her breast and menacingly rubbed it along her nipple. 

The feel of the cold steel made Linda shiver and it wasn't just because of the cold of the weapon. Linda, like her two daughters, finally realised that her grandson was capable of anything. She was afraid for herself but she was even more afraid for her daughters, especially Fran and despite the fact she disowned her, Linda still loved Frankie's mother. She bowed her head in defeat.

"Good," said Frankie he nodded to the others.

All of the gang waited patiently as Linda, after settling into her stride, sucked each cock with a certain expertise.

"Mmmm," was all she could mumble with each cock. Each time cum exploded in her mouth her head was arched back and she was forced to swallow each unpleasant load.

Frankie noticed that Tommy had stood aside and remained silent.

"Come on, Tommy. Enjoy yourself," said Frankie with a smile.

"Please boss, she's too old," pleaded Tommy.

Frankie laughed heartily and tapped his friend on the shoulder. "Alright Tommy. I understand. I'll make it up for both of us," he said, still laughing.

The truth was that Tommy was sick. Sick of the sight he had just witnessed and worst of all, he was sick of the thought he had raped Frankie's mother.

Linda was tossed back up onto the bed. Her grandson, now naked mounted her and began to caress and rub her huge breasts. Spreading his grandmother's legs, he inserted his hard cock, drilling through pussy bush and began to pound her. 

All the gang, except Tommy gathered around the bed and began to clap and chant.

"Harder, harder, harder," they repeated.

It acted as a stimulus for Frankie, not that he needed one but his movements were in sync with his gang's cheering.

For Linda it was a long ordeal although it was only a few moments. She sighed with relief rather than pleasure as her grandson's cum erupted inside her.

Frankie got up and began to dress. He looked down at his grandmother. "You really are a good fuck, lady. I can see where your daughters get it from," he said with a hearty laugh. All the others, except Tommy, laughed.

Frankie then looked at Tommy. "Tut, tut, Tommy. You really disappoint me. You really do," he said gravely.

Tommy hung his head in shame and some of the others sniggered.

"You want to be part of this gang, don't you?" continued Frankie.

"Yes boss. More than anything," responded Tommy anxiously.

"Then prove it," said Frankie firmly.

"Prove it? How?" asked Tommy uneasily.

Frankie said nothing. He grabbed his naked grandmother and pushed her into the shower and turned on the hot water.

"Have you ever had sex in the shower, Tommy?" asked Frankie with a devious smile.

Tommy just shook his head.

"Well, here's your chance. I have a feeling the old dear is an expert," said Frankie as the others laughed.

"Please boss..." begged Tommy as Frankie pulled off Tommy's tee shirt and the others also helped to undress him. 

They pushed him into the shore behind Linda. He knew he had to do something to please the others so he began to play with Linda's bare breasts.

"Now Tommy, you know what you like. Fuck her arse," demanded Frankie impatiently.

The gang all laughed in unison.

"S-sorry, Mrs Murray," whispered Tommy into Linda's ear.

The mature woman seemed to understand Tommy's predicament as she gave a slight nod.

Frankie was right about one thing though, Tommy loved anal. He found the sex in the shower idea highly erotic. Tommy drove his swollen manhood deep inside Linda's arse and began to pound her mercilessly as the jets of steamy hot water cascaded about them. He was encouraged and egged on by the cheering from all the gang members, including Frankie.

For Linda, it was uncomfortable and as with Frankie, she felt relieved when she felt the burning sensation in he arse as Tommy orgasmed inside her.

For Tommy too, there was relief. He didn't want to do this. He was just glad to get out to dry and get dressed.

Frankie came over and patted Tommy on the shoulder. "Well done, Tommy. Well done. That was fun, eh?" asked Frankie.

Tommy nodded with a forced smile.

Frankie nodded and the gang made their way downstairs, leaving Frankie alone with his grandmother. He tossed Linda a bath towel and she wrapped herself it. She looked at Frankie. "You perverted bastard!" yelled Linda with venom. "I will go to the police." she continued.

Frankie just laughed. "I'd think twice about that doll," said Frankie.

For the first time Linda saw the video camera in Frankie's hand. "I think 'Grandma's desires' is an excellent title for this footage. It would make sensational headlines in the papers. 'Mom and Aunt in sex triangle with son and nephew' Not to mention Grandma's secret pleasures with younger men, especially in the shower."

"Get out, do you hear me? Get out of my house! Screamed Linda.

Frankie squeezed Linda's cheeks, rounding her lips. "I'm going doll, but you just remember, make one move to the police and not only will make you pay but your daughters will pay twice as much. I can give you my word," said Frankie, grinning contemptuously as he did so. He made his way downstairs and left the house.

Linda could only cry bitterly as she heard the slam of the front door.



Family Terror Ch. 03



It was about week after Frankie's sexual encounter with Kathy's fifty-eight year old mother, Linda. As of yet, Kathy had been unaware of it or Frankie forcing himself on her sister Fran. Frankie never mentioned it. The night ritual was always the same. Kathy was forced to strip naked for her son, fondle her breasts and meekly submit her body to his sexual desires. Kathy couldn't deny the good sex but the thought incest, albeit forced upon her, still sickened her. 

Kathy had attempted to escape but was foiled by young eighteen year old Tommy Rowe, a member of Frankie's gang. As a consequence Frankie punished Kathy by caning her and encouraging Tommy to rape her.

Despite what Tommy had done to her though Kathy felt sorry for him. This was because Tommy had grown up without knowing his father. His mother, Doris, and Kathy had been best school friends. At eighteen they worked together in the local textile factory. At the Christmas party someone took advantage of the fact that Doris was drunk and she suddenly found herself pregnant with Tommy. Doris never found out who had raped her but she was grateful that Kathy was with her when she gave birth. As Tommy grew up he looked upon Kathy as his aunt. When he was a child he always addressed her as Auntie Kathy and she loved him dearly.

Because he had no father figure Tommy always found it difficult to fit in. He and Frankie went to school together. Even at a tender age Frankie exhibited aggressiveness. This evolved into bullying and Tommy just did what he was told. 

The worst blow for Tommy was when Doris died last year after losing her battle with a terminal illness. Tommy sought solace with Frankie and the gang.

Kathy looked out the living room window and could see Tommy outside. She was never allowed to leave the house except in the company Frankie or one of his trusted friends. Tommy wasn't one of them. He was simply being used by Frankie to "guard" his mother and spy on her. The one thing Kathy noticed of late though was that something was troubling Tommy. She could read it in his face and eyes. She tried to talk to him about it but he was either too afraid of Frankie or too ashamed. Because his mother had been her friend Kathy felt some responsibility towards him but was unable to get close enough to him thanks to her son. As she watched out the window Kathy wondered what her wayward son was up to now.

Meanwhile Frankie and his gang made their way to the housing estate where Frances Campbell, Kathy's sister, lived. "Wait her boys. I'll call you if I need you."

Some of the gang chuckled.

Frankie opened the door with a key Fran was unaware he had and let himself in. He found Fran sitting at the kitchen table talking to her neighbour Alice Pierce, a twenty-three year old unmarried mother of a four year old boy.

Fran was shocked to see her nephew standing in her kitchen. She stood up. "How did you get in here?" she demanded.

"I have ways and means," grinned Frankie.

Alice was about to move.

"Stay exactly where you are. I want to talk to you too," said Frankie aggressively.

"Frankie, I'll pay you back. I swear I will," said the frightened young woman.

"Oh I know you will doll," responded Frankie in a menacing tone.

Fran spoke up. "Frankie, I don't know what you're doing here but..."

She was cut short by Frankie. "You seem to forget your husband still hasn't paid his dues and that means I'm owed interest."

Fran's face reddened. "But Frankie..."

Again Fran halted as Frankie simply waved his hand. "This is really perfect. You and your girlfriend owe me quite a sum so cough up."

Fran tried to be strong. "You know neither of us have the money," shouted Fran.

"That's too bad," replied Frankie, showing no sign of compassion as he did so.

"What do you want, Frankie?" Fran asked nervously.

Frankie thought for a moment. "I want you and your girlfriend here to get naked."

Both women were horrified. "Go and fuck yourself, Frankie!" yelled Fran. "Now get out of my house and don't come back."

Frankie laughed with growing contempt. "You just don't get it, do you? You stupid bitch. I own you, your girlfriend and your husband. You simply have no choice in the matter."

It was all too much for Fran as she reached for a large bread knife on the table and charged at Frankie.

"No Fran!" screamed Alice but it was too late. Fran lunged forward at her nephew. Frankie was too quick however as he grabbed Fran's arm and squeezed tightly making her drop her weapon and screaming in pain in the process. Frankie gripped Fran's blouse and struck her across her face before tossing her down beside Alice.

"You fucking bastard!" cried Alice as she comforted Fran.

"You haven't seen anything yet doll, believe me," responded Frankie as he walked towards the front door.

"Boys!" called after opening the door. The whole gang filed into the kitchen.

"Now we can do this the easy way or the hard way. It's up to you. Now get your fucking clothes off!" yelled Frankie as his anger reached fever pitch.

Neither of the women moved. They were either too scared or too shocked to do so.

Frankie nodded to his gang. "Strip them!" he ordered.

They didn't need to be told twice as all twelve moved forward and the women were made to stand. They began to scream as their blouses were ripped from their bodies.

"No point in screaming, dolls. There's no one on this estate going to come to your rescue," laughed Frankie.

Fran tried to struggle as her jeans were snapped open and were pulled down along with her plain knickers.

Frankie picked up the bread knife Fran had tried to stab him with and began to menacingly move it along Fran's waist."

"Please Frankie," was all his terrified aunt could stutter as she felt the cold steel of the blade against her bare skin.

Frankie remained silent, showing no emotions whatever as he continued moving the knife along Fran's body.

Fran closed her eyes, resigning herself to her fate. Suddenly, she felt Frankie moving the knife to her chest and seconds later her plain white bra was sliced in two revealing her medium breasts and her nipples as they hardened with contact from the air.

Frankie gripped Fran's hair and surveyed her naked body approvingly. 

"She's a good fuck, boys, enjoy," he said to the gang around Fran. 

Fran was thrown unto the sofa and one by one six members of the gang plundered her pussy.

Frankie did the same with Alice as he yanked her head back. "Haven't had the pleasure doll. So I don't know, but you look appetising."

The other six laughed.

Almost as a last act of defiance, Alice spat at Frankie.

Instead of being angry Frankie simply laughed as he wiped his face. "I do admire your courage doll and your tits," said Frankie as his head dived to her right breast and began to suck and lick it. He did the same as he moved to the left. Alice pursed her lips in an attempt not to show any sort of pleasure in this defilement of her body. After a few moments Frankie stopped and Alice was hurled to the floor. As with Fran, each of the six members of the gang mounted Alice and fucked her hard.

At last both women felt relief as the last gang members expelled their inside them. This relief was only temporary as they dragged to their feet by Frankie and tossed onto the sofa.

Frankie looked at his aunt and her friend. "Well ladies, I can see the boys enjoyed themselves."

The others laughed.

Frankie spoke again. "Your pussies are soaking wet and dirty, Ladies, so I suggest you clean them. Get into a sixty-nine and lick each other's pussy clean," continued Frankie.

"Oh yeah," cheered the rest of the gang.

"You're fucking insane!" screamed Fran.

This angered Frankie and once again he gripped his aunt's hair and placed the serrated knife to her throat. "Now, you listen to me. You try to defy me one more time and I'll personally cut off your husbands balls. Got that?"

Frankie turned to Alice "And as for you, you've got nice tits. It would be a shame to see them ruined," he said moving the knife along the young woman's nipples. "Get my meaning?" continued Frankie.

Alice just nodded.

Both women resigned themselves to the fact that there was nothing they could do and moved themselves into position. Neither Fran nor Alice had had lesbian sex before.

"I'm sorry, Alice," whimpered Fran as she was about to probe her friends pussy.

"Me too, Fran," she replied.

Fran gently probed through Alice's pussy lips and began lash her clit and Alice reciprocated. Both women initially felt awkward at this new experience but gradually they settled into a satisfying rhythm. 

"Mmm," Moaned Fran and Alice as their sexual pleasure began to develop.

It made Frankie smile and his cock hardened.

Soon Fran could feel her juices gather and managed to release a grunt. She could only guess that Alice was also near her time. Finally, they orgasmed together, releasing deep sighs of both relief and pleasure.

"Well I have to say you make a great lesbian couple. Too bad you're married," laughed Frankie, as he spoke to his aunt. He signalled the others and both he and his gang left the house.

Fran and Alice could hear Frankie's laugh as they sat up and tried to make some sense about had just occurred.

***

The following day Kathy once again looked out the window. Tommy was still outside following orders from Frankie. Tommy put his mobile phone to his ear. He was clearly answering a call. When he put his phone away Kathy noticed his facial of disgust. He even looked he was going to vomit. Kathy ran outside.

"Tommy, what's wrong?" she asked with genuine concern.

"Oh, err nothing, Mrs Harris. Please, Mrs Harris, go back inside. The boss will be here soon."

"But Tommy..."

"Please Mrs Harris, for both our sakes." Tommy begged, almost crying.

What Kathy didn't know one of the gang had rung Tommy with the details of what had occurred with Fran and her neighbour Alice and it sickened him.

Kathy sat the kitchen table. 'Poor Tommy,' she thought. 'He's just as scared as I am.'

A few moments later a car pulled up in front of the house. Tommy's face paled when he saw who got out. He went over to her. 

"I can't let you in here, Mrs Murray," said Tommy as he nervously stuttered every word.

Linda turned to him. "Are you going to prevent me from seeing my daughter?" she demanded.

Tommy just shook his head and turned away, unaware that at the top of the street a young man, one of the members, dialled his mobile phone.

Kathy was shocked when she heard the doorbell. She was even more shocked when she saw who was at the door. "Mum, what are you doing here?"

"Kathy, I want you to pack your things and come with me."

"What?" responded Kathy, almost stunned.

"Kathy, Frankie will kill you sooner or later. I know I said some horrible things when you married his father but I can't stand by and let that mad man kill you."

Kathy ran upstairs and began to pack.

Tommy looked on anxiously, very well aware of what was going on inside. He looked up the street. "Oh no," he said as he recognised the white van Frankie often used speeding down the street. He ran into the house. "Mrs Murray, you've got to go now. The boss is coming. He'll kill us all," yelled Tommy anxiously but it was too late.

The door of the kitchen flew open and Frankie stood there, his face blazing with anger.

"What the fuck are you doing here?" he shouted at Linda.

"I told you before not to take that tone with me. I'm here to visit my daughter, not that it's any of your business."

"You fucking bitch. Anything in this house is my business. Now get out."

"This is my daughter's house and I'll go when she asks me to," replied Linda defiantly.

Frankie's anger exploded as he backhanded Linda and the fifty-eight year old crashed to the ground.

"Mom?" cried Kathy when she heard the noise and made her way downstairs.

"Stop it Frankie, or I'll kill you!" yelled Tommy when he saw Frankie was about to kick Linda.

Frankie turned to Tommy. "What did you say, wimp? Laughed Frankie with contempt.

"I said I'll fucking kill you," repeated Tommy.

"You fucking ungrateful little bastard!" yelled Frankie as he got hold of Tommy's jacket and struck a hard blow to his face that made Tommy crash back on his face.

"Mum!" cried Kathy as she saw her mother slowly starting to get up.

"Idiot," yelled Frankie at Tommy when the latter crashed to the floor from a second punch. To Frankie's surprise though, Tommy got back up and drove his head into Frankie's midriff and both men went over the table and on to the floor. Plates and cups were smashed in the process. For a second or so both men were stunned. Tommy was the first to react as he landed a punch on Frankie.

"Get out, both of you!" yelled Tommy before Frankie struck with a fist.

Linda grabbed Kathy's hand and dragged her daughter outside. She dashed to her car and retrieving her mobile phone, rang for the police.

"Uuugh," could be heard from the hallway. 

Kathy recognised the distressed voice. "Tommy!" she yelled before she ran back inside.

"My God, Frankie, what have you done?" cried Kathy when she saw Frankie, with bloodied knife in his hands and Tommy lying on the floor bleeding heavily from his shoulder. 

Frankie looked at his mother and for the first time for many years Kathy saw what seemed like remorse and fear in Frankie's eyes as he dropped the knife. The sound of sirens brought Frankie back to reality as he ran out the hallway.

"Nooo!" screamed Kathy as she cradled Tommy in her arms.

When she heard Kathy's screams Linda rushed into the house. Frankie pushed her aside as he made good his escape.

Linda knelt beside Kathy. "Stop sniffling girl and phone for an ambulance, hurry." she ordered. Linda went to a cupboard and got some clean linen. She began to apply it to the wound in an effort to stem the flow. "Tommy, can you hear me? I know you're in a great deal of pain but you've got to stay awake." said Linda.

Tommy took hold of her hand. "I'm so sorry," gasped Tommy.

"I know, Tommy. I know," replied Linda trying to suppress her tears. "Speak to him Kathy." instructed Linda firmly.

"What do I say?"

"For God's sake, just talk to him," responded a frustrated Linda.

Kathy took Tommy's hand as her mother worked as fast as she could. "Tommy, remember when you used to call me 'Aunty Kathy?"

Tommy gave a slight smile. "I haven't called you that in a long time," he struggled in reply.

It was all too much for Kathy. "Oh Tommy don't die on me. Please don't die," she begged as she wept profusely.

"Hello?" came a male voice from the doorway.

"In here," responded Linda as she continued to work on Tommy's wound.

Two men appeared. One was a uniformed police Constable and the other, dressed in a grey suit, Linda recognised him as Chief Inspector Philip Drake.

"What happened here?" asked the inspector.

"We were attacked and Tommy was stabbed trying to protect us," sobbed Kathy.

"Frankie?" asked the inspector.

Kathy said nothing until her mother looked at her with a scowl. Then she nodded.

"He won't get far. We'll get him," replied the inspector confidently. He signalled the Constable and the latter called on his radio.

The Inspector knelt beside Linda. "How is he?" he asked with concern.

"I don't know. I just hope he hasn't lost too much blood." Linda looked up at her daughter. "Kathy, go outside and wait for that ambulance. Make sure they come to the right house."

Kathy obeyed her mother.

"My man can do that," said the Inspector.

"I know, but she needs some air," responded Linda.

The Inspector nodded in agreement.

The ambulance finally arrived and Tommy was taken on board.

"Go with him Kathy," instructed Linda.

Kathy looked around at the devastation caused.

"Go on, I'll take care of thing here," said Linda.

Kathy hugged her mother for the first time in many years before boarding the ambulance.

Linda shook her head as the vehicle sped away.

***

Eighteen months later, somewhere in the Canary Islands Kathy Harris was relaxing on her sun bed soaking up the sun and breathing in the fresh sea air. It was terrific feeling to hear the sound of the waves as they gently washed up to the shore. She looked radiant in her red one piece swimsuit. A young man came up to her and handed her a cool tropical looking drink, complete with umbrellas and a straw.

Kathy lifted her dark glasses as she gratefully accepted the drink. "Thank you, sweetheart," she said before taking and sipping it.

"Who's tending the bar?" asked Kathy after her sip.

"Fran and Joe are here. Your mom has them whipped into shape," responded the young man as he sat in the deck chair.

Kathy laughed.

"It's good to hear you laugh, Kathy," said the young man.

Kathy took his hand and gently squeezed it.

"Tommy!" came a female voice of authority.

"Got to go," said Tommy. "Your mom beckons," said Tommy with a grin.

Kathy chuckled.

Tommy turned away to head back to the bar.

"Tommy?" called Kathy.

Tommy turned around.

"Don't let her work you too hard. I don't want you too tired for tonight."

They both laughed in unison.

***

Later that night, after the most passionate session lovemaking that either of them had ever experienced Kathy Harris and Tommy Rowe rested and collected their thoughts. 

Kathy reflected on how far Tommy had come in eighteen months. His self esteem and confidence had never been so high. She had always wanted a son like Tommy. Now she had the best of both worlds and she was very aware of that fact. She just wondered what her friend Doris would make of it all.

Kathy turned to Tommy. "What are you thinking, Tommy?" she asked.

"That was a smart idea your mom had about us selling up and moving out here. We have a successful bar, our own homes and we're all pretty comfortable," replied Tommy.

"That's mom, always the shrewd business woman," laughed Kathy.

Tommy raised himself up and looked at Kathy. "I owe you my life. You know that, don't you?" he said.

"Oh Tommy, that was mom..."

I didn't mean that. I mean I know what she did. If you and your mom as well as the others hadn't spoken for me in court I wouldn't be here now. I'm very grateful to you all. Tommy took Cathy's hand and kissed it.

"Oh Tommy, didn't deserve jail. You needed a second chance and so did I."

"What did you mean by that?" asked a puzzled Tommy.

"I'll explain it to you some day sweetheart. Goodnight," said Kathy as she kissed Tommy's cheek.

"Goodnight Kath, pleasant dreams."

They both cuddled up and rapidly fell asleep