Path: newsfeed.san.rr.com!peerfeed!newsfeed1-hme1!newsfeed.internetmci.com!205.252.116.205!howland.erols.net!newshub2.home.com!newshub1.home.com!news.home.com!news.rdc1.sdca.home.com!not-for-mail From: Story Master Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories Subject: story RP- author : Daney Dewitt - Donna's Humiliation 5 - donna05.txt Date: Fri, 05 Sep 1997 13:23:42 -0700 Organization: http://sd.znet.com/~velvet/ - The Velvet Playground Lines: 240 Message-ID: <34106A4E.2B4A@znet.com> NNTP-Posting-Host: cx28316-a.dt1.sdca.home.com Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: multipart/mixed; boundary="------------1F3AA2355A3" X-Mailer: Mozilla 3.0 (OS/2; I) Status: N This is a multi-part message in MIME format. --------------1F3AA2355A3 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit -- /\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\ The Velvet Playground -- http://sd.znet.com/~velvet/ Free Stories & Pics from our BBS, Links & Live Video \/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/ --------------1F3AA2355A3 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii; name="donna05.txt" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Content-Disposition: inline; filename="donna05.txt" WARNING: Standard Disclaimer The following story is purely a work of fiction. It contains scenes of adult nature, so if you are under 18, stop reading now. This story contains scenes of non-consensual sexual behavior, rape, sodomy, bondage, bestiality, and incest. If you are offended by such activities, do not read any further. This is purely a fantasy. Any resemblance to any person, living or dead is purely coincidental. The author is not responsible for any damage resulting from reading this work. Comments are invited via E-mail to: an376445@anon.penet.fi. if you want more of this story. _____________________________________________________ Donna's Humiliation A Nasty Girl Story by Dafney Dewitt Donna's Humiliation Part 5/12 Tommy Gets Out of School Donna smoothed out her skirt, sat up straight, and listened. She didn't move. There were no noises in the house, only the sound of the clock ticking, and the whimpering of her dog. She was alone. After several minutes, she rose unsteadily to her feet, the lingering after affects of the orgasm making her stomach feel queasy. Walking into the kitchen, resumed her domestic duties. She scrapped the remains of the pancake breakfeast into the garbage Picking up her son Tommy's plate, she rolled one his uneaten pancakes up like a burrito. She grabbed it, holding it like a cock, and squeezed softly, feeling the softness of the pancake, letting it squish slowly between her fingers, thinking of her young son Tommy's cock and what she would like to do with it. A sudden picture flashed before her. It was Tommy. Her son. "Hi, Mom." said Tommy lunging into the kitchen, "I'm home early". "Well, this is an unexpected surprise," Donna said abruptly dropping the curled pancake from her hand into the garbage, "What happened ?" "Our teacher was sick. Are you sick too Mom ?",Tommy asked unexpectedly. "No, I feel fine, thanks." "Then why do you have a wet spot on the back of your skirt ?" leered Tommy suggestively as he rubbed the tight crouch of his jeans. Ashamed beyond belief. Donna turned quickly, headed for the bathroom and looked at herself in the full length mirror on the door. She did have a wet spot. A dark, irregular stain, clearly visible on the black pleated skirt. It was a blacker black strategically located below her buttom, the result of her dripping pussy, leaking through her skirt, being soaked up by the cotton material of her dress. Her fingers fumbled with the button on the side of her skirt, trying to remove it, when Tommy appeared at the door. "It's ok, mom. Leave the skirt on." he commanded. Donna whirled around incensed that her son had invaded her privacy in the bathroom, angry that he was telling her what to do, ashamed that he had noticed the spot at all. "Mind your own business," she shouted with all the authority of a mother toward her kids. She looked him directly in the eyes, "You are going to behave yourself," she added confidently. "I am your mother," she continued as her eyes slid down his body noticing his fly was unzipped and the tiny pink head of his flaccid penis peaking out. Her first reaction was to laugh out loud, to relieve the tension she felt building up inside her, but she realized instinctively that something horrible was wrong, a barrier broken. Her status as a parent, the relationship between a mother and her son, something was terribly wrong. How could Tommy dare expose himself like this in front of her unless he knew she wouldn't report it to her husband who would punish him severely for the indiscretion. She looked up into his eyes again. His eyes locked onto hers. She knew that he knew. "The VCR," was all he said, turning his back on her with that supreme confidence of males everywhere knowing that as a woman she would follow. The TV was on. Donna's eyes stared at the screen image of herself dressed in white blouse and black pleated skirt laying back on the couch, legs splayed apart, skirt hiked up to her waist, the dog licking her, and a closeup shot of black dicks being stroked off in front of her face twisted into an odd scream of silent ecstasy. Tommy suddenly hit the remote control sound. An obscene blare of amplified sound burst into the living room. "Oohh, that's it suck me, lick me," Donna's image shouted from the T.V. screen. "Fuck me with your tongue," she screamed. Between shouts could be heard the sounds of the dog's tongue lapping into the juices of her cunt magnified to separate each individual slurp, lick, and sucking sound. The amplified sound making it even more obscene, vulgar, and pornographic then the mere visual image. Tears of shame welled up in Donna's eyes. "Turn off the sound," she ordered Tommy "No Mom." "Turn it off," she begged him. "No." "Please, turn it off," she gave up. "Ok." Tommy flicked off the sound, but the muted picture continued. "What do you want ?" Donna asked turning her eyes away from the lurid pornographic images on the TV and looking into the calm, innocent blue eyes of her son Tommy. In answer, his eyes flicked down toward his open fly. Donna shook her head silently from side to side in protest. "I'm your mother," she objected. "On your knees Mom," Tommy commanded. Donna sank to her knees onto the living room carpet in front of her son unsure of what would follow. Her mind numb with the possibilities. She was kneeling in front of her own son, only 16 years old, staring into his unzipped fly with unfocused eyes. Not really seeing, not really believing that any of this could be happening. She waited helpless, hoping for a reprieve, maybe her son would not use the video tape to blackmail her. Maybe he would laugh, tell her to change her skirt; hand her the tape; tell her to forget about the whole thing. Hoping against hope, Donna prayed on her knees. She prayed to God that he would not force her into this ultimate degradation. This incestuous obscenity. Her hands at her sides. She waited hoping for a miracle that never came. "Do it Mom," Tommy finally ordered. "Do what ?" she answered innocently. "Do me Mom," he repeated. Donna's lower lip trembled. She bit into it with her upper teeth. Maybe the pain would wake her up, deliver her from this nightmare. Tommy saved her from the making the moral choice. He hastened the debasement. He placed both his hands on the back of her head, forcing her mouth forward onto the head of his penis. "Suck me, Mom" Tommy encouraged her. Donna pulled him into her mouth. "That's it suck me, hard." She started sucking. "I always knew you were a slut." Her head bobbed back and forth. "Suck me off like the whore that you are." Her tongue swirled around the head of his cock. "Tommy's little Mommy whore." Donna made a series of slurping sounds. Tommy kept up a steady stream of vile, debasing comments as Donna sucked off her son's cock making it grow long and hard in her mouth. Suddenly, much sooner then she ever would have expected, it was all over. Inexperienced with the strong sensations produced from Donna's tongue circling his cockhead and the hot silky smooth suction of her mouth, he climaxed almost immediately. Tommy started spurting into her mouth, she gagged, he pulled his cock from her mouth dripping saliva onto her white blouse, and continued spurting onto her face. A large glob of cum landed on her hair and slid down the left side of her face onto her eyebrow. Tommy grabbed his dick with one hand and wiped the dripping head of his cock against her hair, using it like a dish towel. "Thanks, Mom" Tommy said zipping up his pants. "I'm going to go shoot some hoops." "See you later." Donna was left kneeling on the living room floor as her son went out the front door with a basketball. Even before the door had closed, the pale pimple faced boy with the dead pale blue eyes appeared with the camcorder. He zoomed in on her face capturing the still dripping strings of cum sliding down her cheeks. The exposure was too much for Donna, the debauchery by her own son too personal, her lip trembled and she broke into tears. She cried shamelessly. The camera zoomed in on her eyes, relentlessly.  --------------1F3AA2355A3--