Forced by a Stranger, An intruder forces a mother and son to have sex, As I stepped out of the shower and began to towel off, I couldn’t help but smile seeing the sunlight shining through the large window of my master bathroom. After I had changed into my favorite pair of blue jeans and a comfy black t-shirt, I opened the plantation shutters and paused momentarily to admire the clear blue sky.
“Aahh…what a beautiful day,” I said to myself.
Just as the local weatherman predicted, this Wednesday in early October was shaping up to be a perfect fall day. Knowing all too well that there wouldn’t be many more days like this before Old Man Winter reared his ugly head, I had texted my assistant the night before and informed her that I would be taking the day off to go for a much needed ride on my Harley.
A few moments later I happened to glance down at my iPhone as I was brushing my teeth and noticed that it was already 9:30am. Even though I was off work that day I still had a schedule to follow so I quickly rinsed my mouth out and made my way to the garage, stopping only to grab my black leather jacket from the hall closet.
Entering the garage I couldn’t help but admire how brightly my steel horse sparkled from the cleaning and detailing I had given her the night before. As I slung my right leg over the soft leather seat and pressed the ignition switch, I listened with pleasure as my baby roared to life. Moments later I was heading down the highway with the wind blowing through my wavy black hair. Other than sex, there is nothing else I enjoy more than riding my motorcycle.
After getting caught in a bit of expressway traffic, I was finally able to relax as I crossed the border from Ohio into Kentucky and turned onto one of my favorite two-lane roads. This particular road is very scenic and follows the windy path of the Ohio River as it snakes many miles south into the hills of southwest Kentucky. Although this was one of my favorite places to ride and I had traveled this specific route many times before, I knew today’s journey would be cut short due to the fact I had promised my mother that I pay her a visit before two o’clock. She had been asking me to stop by and look at her laptop computer for nearly two weeks but today was the first opportunity I had to do so due to a rather chaotic work schedule. Although I could have kept riding for hours, as soon as I reached a certain point I knew that it was time to turn around. I was able to avoid any traffic on the ride back and wound up pulling into their driveway a little sooner than promised.
My parents live about 30 minutes east of downtown Cincinnati in a two-story farm home that was built in the late 1800’s by a family of wealthy German dairy farmers. To provide a bit of a visual, their home is a fairly large traditional brick nestled among a densely forested four acre lot. As you turn off of the old county highway and into their property the first thing you notice is a long, tree-lined drive. Their driveway is approximately 100 yards long and snakes its way from the street to the rear of their home at a detached three-car garage.
After parking my bike in the driveway behind the house, I proceeded to climb the tall wooden staircase leading to an enormous two-tiered deck. Just as I reached the top of the staircase the rustic aluminum storm door squeaked opened and Mom appeared.
“Hey sweetie,” she said, greeting me warmly with a hug.
“Hey Mom,” I said as we embraced. “Were you waiting impatiently by the door for me or what?”
“Ha ha. Funny, “she said sarcastically. “No, I was actually upstairs changing when I heard a loud motorcycle barreling down my driveway!”
We both laughed at her comment.
As I shut the door behind us, I’m ashamed to say that I couldn’t help but stare at Mom’s magnificent ass as it swayed in front of me. Believe it or not, even though she was fifty-six years old at the time, Mom still had a great body and didn’t look a day over 45. Although she is beautiful and has been blessed with a naturally tall and thin body, Mom’s best asset has always been her butt. As a matter of fact, if I’m being totally honest I have to admit that I’ve been obsessed with Mom’s ass since I was a teenager. Even though she has a thin frame and is somewhat flat chested, Mom’s hips are fairly wide and her butt has just enough padding that she doesn’t look too skinny. The thing I like most about her butt however is the fact that there is a large gap between her legs when she walks or bends over.
As I took a seat on the large leather sofa, Mom walked into the kitchen and asked if she could get me anything to eat or drink.
“I’d love a beer,” I said teasingly, knowing that my parents didn’t keep alcohol in the house. “I’m parched.”
You can imagine my surprise when she returned a few seconds later with a bottle of my favorite beer and a frosty mug.
Mom couldn’t help but notice the perplexed look on my face as she sat the beer down beside me.
“You and your brother left a few of these in fridge when you were here on Labor Day,” she said.
“Oh, okay. Gotcha.”
As I poured the beer into the mug I asked, “Aren’t you going to join me?”
“It’s a little early in the day for that, don’t ya think?”
“Nope. Not at all,” I said as I took my first swig of ice cold beer.
“Besides, you know I don’t drink beer.”
“I know. I was just teasing.” I said.
“But,” she said after a short pause, “If you twist my arm hard enough you might be able to talk me into having a glass of wine.”
“Since when do you keep wine around the house?” I asked.
“Since your sister left some in my fridge earlier in the week,” she quipped.
Without saying a word, I got up and went into the kitchen. As I opened the refrigerator door and removed the half empty bottle of red wine, Mom called out, “I was only kidding, Rob.”
Pretending not to hear her, I poured a glass of wine before walking back into the family room. Taking a seat next to her on the couch, I handed Mom the wine glass and then held out my mug so we could make a toast.
As our glasses clinked together Mom asked, “And what exactly are we toasting to?”
“To you,” I said. “The best mother a guy could ask for.”
“Oh, aren’t you being a sweet little brown-noser?” she teased as she took her first sip of wine. “Let me guess, do you need to borrow money or something?”
“You know better than that,” I said.