Another Hot Story
A mother gets blackmailed into being a sex slave for her
son and his friends.
Now, school had only been out for a couple of weeks and
we had already become bored with playing "Cops and Robbers,"
even playing cricket. Our minds had suddenly begun to burn on
the topic of sex, fed in great part by the age we were at
and fueled by stories from the older boys in the
neighborhood. But it was my closest pal's, Rohan's father
who set our minds on fire!
The man was a drunk and a con man who had minor brushes
with the law throughout his life. Most of his cons ended
in failure but this never stopped him, and now, unknowing
to us, he was working on his greatest con. The man fed us
with stories of every form of sex you could think of. We
hung on every word.
He even got us a "brown paper" magazine of bondage
drawings to gawk at: no depictions of pubic areas though.
It almost became a ritual after dinner to go over to the
old dilapidated two flat were Anshul lived and sit on the
front steps to wait for his father to come out and talk
After several days of feeding us stories and pictures the
old fox had us obsessed with getting ourselves a grown
woman for our sex slave-- to do what we wanted to do with
her. Anshul's father gave us a plan to capture, as it was, a
woman who we all knew and to then make her our sex slave.
Naturally he would help, assuring us we'd not get into
any trouble. Still as I picked up the newspaper and
brought it into the apartment, then laying it on the
kitchen table as always, I couldn't help but wonder why
the man was so willing to help us.
There was the usual cup of coffee on the kitchen table,
and with trembling hands I poured the powder I had been
given by Rahul into the coffee. Anshul's father told Rahul
what to get from his father's drug store and what amount
I was to put into the drink.
I finished stirring the powder into the drink when I
heard her come to the table with her usual cheery good
morning. She asked me if I was all right-- I looked
awfully tired. In truth I was very tired: it had been a
hot muggy night, and having mixed feelings about what I
was to do kept me awake most of the night.
I didn't say anything as I watched her take the first
drink. Then for some reason I rambled off about the hot
night and my inability to sleep. As she took another
drink, I nervously rambled on. I don't know why I kept
talking, perhaps I wanted to make sure the drink worked,
or at least didn't kill her. The phone rang, and I knew
it was Anshul asking her to stop over on her way to work to
help him-- he was sick and his parents were gone. I
quickly glanced at the clock-- it was exactly 7:00 a.m.
just as we planned it.
I studied her as she talked-- she was a modest woman
liked by everyone and for the first time I thought she
was just more than a bit pretty. I stared at her as she put
down the phone and let out a big yawn.
She laughed and said that the coffee was to wake her up
not put her to sleep. With that she finished her coffee
and after placing the cup back on the table said she had
to stop at my friend's house and that she better be
going. After a big yawn and another laugh she told me I'd
better get going and finish delivering the papers.
I ran down the stairs with great excitement confident
that the drug was working just as we were told it would.
Then it hit me-- what if she past out on the sidewalk or
something. Now I feared that we'd all be caught, and
began to feel sick to my stomach as I came to the alley.
I wanted it to happen-- yet I didn't. I wanted her to
pass out on the sidewalk, then it would be all over-- no
one would suspect that I drugged her. I hid behind a
fence waiting for her to cross the alley to Anshul's two
What was only five minutes seemed like an hour before I
saw her slowly crossing the alley, with unsure steps,
then turn up the walk to the side entrance to Anshul's
street level flat. The sun was hot already and it was
still muggy as hell, and I was sweating bullets. But most
of the sweat came from the fact that my heart was
pounding so hard that I thought it was going to jump out
of my chest.
I planned it this way: I'd go in after she entered the
flat. Because if the drug didn't work, the other plan was
to attack her and capture her anyway. To me this was
nothing but a failure waiting to happen. I knew Karan and
Ankur, was scared enough and too timid to do it; they'd
chicken out leaving Anshul, Rahul and Abhimanyu to try. Hell she
was as tall and probably weighed as much if not more than
as each of us, so I couldn't see her not being able to
fight the three off. Besides she was an adult.
As she opened the broken screen outer door, she swayed
noticeably before entering into the small and narrow
vestibule. I heard myself saying breathlessly in
excitement that it was going to work--- that is, was
working. Just then I saw her stumbling back out the
screen door. I held my breath in disappointment, only to
see Anshul and Rahul quickly grab her by each arm and pull
her back inside. I looked around quickly to see if anyone
saw. But there was no one around to see.
I took off like a bat out of hell and raced for the flat.
I didn't care now if it was wrong or not, and I didn't
think of why Anshul's father was so anxious to help us. Hell
I didn't even care if she were awake--- I'd help them
I swung open the noisy broken screen door and entered the
vestibule--and stopped. The screen door banged shut
behind me and I stood staring into Anshul's dark flat. The
damn place was always dark and depressing even in the
daytime. I stood there as my eyes adjusted. There were no
sounds. The usual smell of stale cigarette smoke, and
booze, mingled with the smell of mold -- but no sound.
Suddenly in my mind I wondered if this were nothing but a
practical joke being played on me. I felt my face redden
with anger, waiting for them all to start laughing at me.
My eyes were almost adjusted to the dim light and I
stepped slowly thru the inner door determined not to act
embarrassed if this all were nothing but a joke. As I
stood in the doorway, I looked down at the always opened
hide-a-bed. There she was laying face down totally past
out. Anshul and the others stood around her like the dwarfs
looking down at snow white. Anshul grinned at me and in a
low voice said she was out like a light. The others
excitedly whispered and giggled.
Finally Rahul began to shout; saying how she'd be out all
day just like Anshul's father told us she would. So far
Anshul's old man was right, and now I really didn't give a
damn if what we were going to do was right or wrong. Nor
did Ankur and Karan who both protested the most, that this
was all wrong. We were all there because of our own
foolish egos and fear of being called cowards and not
Abhimanyu had placed two of his father's cameras facing
toward the old ratty couch at the one end of the room. I
checked to make sure the shades on the two windows behind
the couch had been pulled down, then I looked up at the
ceiling where some nights earlier we, with Anshul's fathers
help drilled three hooks, in a triangle, into the ceiling
just in front of the couch. Abhimanyu held up a camera he had
around his neck and asked if we should get started. The
moment of truth was at hand!
Anshul looked at me for my reaction. I just shrugged my
shoulders. With that he knelt on the bed and began to
unbutton the back of her dress. Rahul had picked up her
hat and had placed it on Ankur's head and went back
watching as Anshul finished undoing the buttons, then taking
off her gloves, he told Ankur to put them on, saying he
would look more natural wearing them. Ankur gladly did
We all smiled board silly smiles as we watched her dress
open, exposing her white slip. Anshul stood up and asked
Rahul to help stand her up. Rahul laughed and said she
almost gave him and Anshul a heart attack when they tried to
pull her inside. He was right. She was a load. Both he
and Anshul tried pulling her up off the bed to no avail. Karan
and I had to help.
To Be Continued..
Last edited by nidhi_gupta_rand : 27th May 2007 at 04:43 PM.
Finally, with Anshul holding her up by one arm and Rahul the
other, Abhimanyu flashed the first picture. Rahul was
groaning and pleading for me to be faster; he was about
to collapse. I handed the dress to Ankur, who after
taking off her hat and gloves, took it outside and hung
it up on a cloths' line as a signal for Anshul's father that
all was going as planned.
I took Rahul's place and found her limp body to be
heavier than I thought it would have been. But with Anshul's
help the two of us walked her over to the hooks. Karan and
Abhimanyu had hung the harness we had made to the front two
hooks and were attaching the harness to the rope hanging
from the hook in the back of the triangle.
It was Anshul and his father's idea to take belts and make
harness; which turned out quite well. I took and slipped
the straps of her slip and bra down over her shoulder as
did Anshul, then we each slipped one end of the respective
belt under each of her arm pits, we fastened them just as
we would have with our own pants. Rahul had fastened the
harness to the rope: As Anshul and I held her, Rahul
Ankur and Abhimanyu pulled her up and secured the rope to a
hook placed into the window ledge behind the couch.
We stepped back and admired our efforts. Here we had this
full-grown woman hanging inches off the floor clad only
in her slip. Her head slumped forward and her body tilted
forward with her arms limply hanging at her sides. As
Abhimanyu snapped a picture, I couldn't wait any longer: I
stepped forward and dropped to my knees and started to
pull down her slip.
As I pulled it down I stred up into her lovely face with
her eyes partially open and wondeAnshul if she could see me.
For a moment the thought froze me. But when the slip
passed down to her waist leaving her two large breasts
coveAnshul only by a white bra, staring back at me-- I could
have cred less if she was awake or not. Damn they were
big mouths hung half open, tongues licked lips and eyes
were wide open with anticipation.
Anshul jumped past me saying to me how he told me she was
built bigger than the other mothers and teachers we had
talked about-- and much prettier. I didn't debate him
this time for he was right, she appered to have a really
big set of tits. Anshul was almost panting as he grabbed the
back of her bra and began struggling with unfastening it.
He fumbled and fumed as he fought to get it open---
finally it opened.
Holding the bra closed Anshul stepped to one side of the
woman, and with a triumphant yell yanked the bra from
her. Out dropped two large mounds of flesh topped by two
large and dark aureoles. I let out a loud "Oh wow" as
they dropped inches from my face. Everyone cheeAnshul and
giggled uncontrollably grabbing at erections that
suddenly-- popped up. Abhimanyu clicked off several pictures
from as many angles he could while the rest of us talked
about her tits and her nipples-- especially her nipples.
Finally, with Rahul's help, Anshul began to slowly peel down
her panties: As her panties slipped further down you
could have heard a pin drop. Then there was a sudden and
loud gasp from some of us as her pubic hair appered. I
guess we all were somewhat amazed that there was hair
between her legs.
Rahul and Anshul came over and joined the rest of us
onlookers. With Anshul holding her bra and Rahul her
panties, we stred almost with reverence at the sight.
There she was hanging limply with her bare breasts
hanging down, her private area--not so private now; clad
only in her girdle and nylons. She was quite a beautiful
Sure we all agreed we could not fuck her: that was part
of Anshul's father's plan because he knew some of us would
have a problem with that, since we all knew her. But then
again he said to go ahead and have fun. With that in
mind, Anshul again looked over at me, looking for my
reaction. Hell it was no problem. No problem; that is
until Karan sighed out loud, and turning to me to tell me
how beautiful my mother was.
My mother hung there in all her glory for my friends to
see. To be what my friends hoped, would be our sex slave.
I don't know how long I stood there frozen with guilt as
I thought back to the night Anshul's father told us to get
one of our mothers. His logic was that no mother could
stop loving her son or let him or his friends get in
trouble. He went on to tell us to get pictures-- he'd get
them developed for us and no one else would see them.
Now I realized that he'd see them! Someone asked me if
there was something wrong with me. I shook my head no and
continued to stare at my mother and remembered how the
old fox told us that he and his wife would "convince" her
to cooperate with us, and let herself be our sex slave.
None of us thought to ask how or what he meant by;
"convince." Nor did I volunteer her-- we put our
mother's names in a hat.
I had almost backed out and was willing to be labeled a
"chicken" and lose their friendships when my mothers name
was drawn. Little did I know then that Anshul's father had
made sure it was my mother's name that was picked.
However a fight with my parents ended in my being told by
my mother that I couldn't go on the fishing trip with my
dad and brother, made me change my mind. Of course my
mother forgave me, but only after my brother and dad left
to go fishing for the next two weeks, and made me stay
with her instead. The rest as they say is history.
Anshul whispered into my ear about how much she was a mother
to him and that he loved her more than his own and still
would respect her. As he pleaded his case, I thought how
true it was: More mornings found him having breakfast
with us, my mother looked after him more than his own
parents-- that was why it was so easy to get her to drop
by on her way to work. Finally the sight of her became
too much for me and it was rather easy to agree with him.
Besides no one was going to fuck her.
I grinned at him and nodded my head. Anshul shouted a yes
and flew to my mother. He grabbed both breasts and began
to rub and squeeze them. He stepped behind her and held
her breasts in his hands. His fingers began to play with
her nipples. Her tits jiggled and bounced with his rough
groping of them. With that I couldn't take it any longer.
I grabbed one of her breasts and found it to be a most
wonderful feeling. Then I touched her nipple with the
tips of my fingers then like Anshul; I held it between my
Soon all my friends were rubbing and squeezing her
breasts, and playing with her nipples. Her nipples soon
became rock hard. There were six hands rubbing and
squeezing her soft flesh. Anshul surprised us all by parting
his lips and taking a nipple in his mouth and sucking it
hard. Karan then grabbed hold of her other breast and did
the same. Everyone took there turn. Anshul then began
jiggling her tits to see how much he could make them
bounce. He then pulled and pinched both nipples.
Anshul and Rahul had stepped behind her limp body as my
fingers timidly touched her pubic hairs. I stred
intently at the hairs until Rahul shouted to Abhimanyu to
come back with them and get a picture of this. I looked
around my mother and saw Rahul and Anshul on their knees.
Each held one of her ass checks apart so that the others
and Abhimanyu's camera could see her asshole. Anshul started
playing with her asshole by rubbing it with his finger.
We all giggled. Abhimanyu snapped a picture and we moved on.
Finally Anshul and I began to explore her pubic area. Our
fingers landed on a protrusion of flesh and as we rubbed
and stroked it we felt it thicken. Anshul knelt on his knees
along with Rahul and began to part her most private lips.
Rahul's hand pulled away in disgust as wetness started to
appear. With that I found myself down on my knees,
Like Anshul, I took a lip and pulled it apart, even as the
slime began to cover my fingers. Anshul told Ankur and Karan to
grab her legs and make like a wishbone with her. With the
two boys holding her legs up and wide apart, a moist pink
hole appered. That's where you fuck; Abhimanyu said eagerly
taking several pictures. Rahul stroked the hardened
protrusion of flesh and it seemed that with each stroke
the hole became wider and wetter.
First it was Anshul who stuck, one, then two, then three,
then four fingers into my mother's vagina, he giggled and
grinned as he finger fucked her. He slowly moved his
fingers in and out of her. Next came Rahul, who
complained about the gooey feeling, next was Karan and then
Ankur who complained even more.
Abhimanyu asked me to hold the cameras so that he could
finger her as well. I let him, but I couldn't do it to
her. I just stood there and watched as my friend's finger
fucked my mother.
After she was well explored and her ample white breasts
were coveAnshul with Anshul blotches, from us sucking and
squeezing them and as her body dripped with sweat from
the heat-- as did ours-- we began to pose with her. Anshul
and I held her legs wide apart for a picture. I had no
problem with doing it; after all Anshul's father promised
that her face would be air brushed out if Abhimanyu forgot
When we took her down and plopped her limp body down in
Anshul's mother's large over stuffed chair, we were so hot
and sweaty that it was necessary for Karan and me to go
outside to cool off. Outside wasn't much better but at
least there was some fresh air. Karan pointed to the cloths
line where my mother's dress, bra and panties flutteAnshul
in the breeze. Karan had a big smile on his face.
When we went back inside the others had, my mother
propped up in the chair with each leg hanging over one of
the arms and all of them had removed their cloths
standing next to her with their youthful erections. Karan
and I broke out laughing: however we too were soon naked.
We then moved her to the bed where we all posed with her,
holding her breasts and fingering her vagina.
Anshul told me he had an idea he bent my mother over the end
of the couch so her ass was well exposed to him and he
began spanking her. Abhimanyu snapped a few pictures. The
slaps were hard and could be heard outside. He looked at
me and said my mother deserved a spanking for not showing
us her lovely tits before, we all laughed. Her ass was
soon as Anshul as her large mounds. My friends all told my
how much fun they were having playing with my mother.
It was almost noontime and it was time to dress her and
leave her on the bed for Anshul's parents to find. That was
part of the plan. Getting her back into her bra was
hysterical and I must admit that Anshul and I had a grand
time doing it.
To Be Continued
Last edited by nidhi_gupta_rand : 27th May 2007 at 04:54 PM.
We all left together and had barely gotten outside when
the old fox appered. He smiled broadly asking if we had
fun. I stood back not saying anything and could only
listen as the others excitedly described my mother to
him. He listened and laughed then took all the film Abhimanyu
had taken. Then very seriously he told us to tell
absolutely no one about what we had done. Not to worry;
he was sure that they could convince her not to be mad
and to let us use her as our sex slave. As he talked, his
three hundred pound wife had come up behind us and went
into their flat. Now I began to feel rather bad and full
of guilt. I felt worse when she came out and wagged her
finger at us telling us how naughty we were.
Suddenly Anshul's mother broke into a big fleshy smile
telling us, particularly me, that it was all right. She
went on to say that if it were her; she wouldn't care.
Then knowing exactly what we'd say, she asked us if we
wanted her instead of whom we had. It was rather awkward
as we all looked down trying not to puke at the thought.
She laughed and told us to run along and come back around
5:00 p.m. then go and meet Anshul's father at Rahul's
father's drug store.
Anshul's father and his wife walked inside after the kids
left and he went straight to the bed and smiled a
devilish smile when he thought of how he tricked those
kids. He's wanted her ever since she moved in next door,
now soon she will be.. It was about 30 minutes later when
she started to wake up to see Anshul's father standing over
her. "Good morning sweetie, sleep well?" He asked.
She asked what had happened and he told her how she was
drugged and posed naked with her son and all his friends
and how he had pictures he would show everyone. That she
would end up in a divorce and would be known through out
the town as a child molester and her son would be seen
the rest of his life as a pervert. She was in shock and
refused to believe him and demanded to see the pics. He
said he would show them to her later that day, and he
would never show them to anyone as long as she did what
he told her to.
We went off to Ankur's mother's little store behind their
house, just across the alley from Anshul's, to get some junk
to eat. While we were in there, I could see Anshul's father
coming out of their flat and hurry down the alley
carrying a bag with all of Abhimanyu's film. We took what we
wanted and headed to a park to play some baseball with
some other friends; instead we sat beneath some tall
bushes talking about Mrs. P and her big tits. How Mrs. P
had hair between her legs. The feeling of Mrs. P wet
vagina and how nice her ass was.
The idea of talking about my own mother and joking with
my closest friends didn't bother me, but when the talk of
her being our sex slave and what they would like to do
with Mrs. P, did begin to bother me. Rahul said how he'd
like to have my mother jiggle her tits in his face. Then
Anshul said he'd like to watch a dog fuck her from behind.
The other kids all laughed at his comment and agreed it
would be funny to see. Abhimanyu said how he would like to
tie her up and shove a dildo up that nice ass of hers.
More over I began to feel terrible about the fact that
Anshul's father was going to see my mother naked and the
things we did to her. Suddenly the whole thing seemed
When the time came to meet Anshul's father, we ran as fast
as we could and didn't stop until we came to Rahul's
father's drug store, which was well past where we lived.
We piled into the store and sat at a table near the
counter and waited and waited until Anshul's father
appered: From the back of the store he came, along with
Rahul's father went to talk with a customer, but as he
did so he looked over at me and grinned then quickly
turned away from me and began talking to the customer.
Meanwhile Anshul's father sat down at the table pulling out
the pictures placing them on the table face down. He told
us to gather around him and keep an eye out for any
customers that may be coming toward us.
With a dramatic flip of his hand the first picture was
exposed to us; there she hung clad only in her slip. They
of course got worse from there, but true to his word her
face was air brushed out. Still as the others whispered
their excited feelings to his questions, I remained
passive wondering about the negatives and who developed
the film for him. I glanced over at Rahul's father who
tried to pretend he wasn't paying any attention to us,
and got a sick feeling in the pit of my stomach.
I jumped when Rahul asked me if I agreed that her nipples
felt like erasers; I nodded my head yes. For the next
fifteen minutes Anshul's father explained where we had our
hands and we all learned what a "clit" was and what it
meant to a woman. Finally he scooped the pictures up to
the disappointment of the others, saying that until she
Okayed it, he had better hold on to them.
That of course led me to ask if he had talked to her and
When he said not yet, but that he was going to talk with
her later that night, I really became sick and panicked.
I was told not to worry; just go home, it was just a
matter of my mother knowing exactly what we wanted.
I felt like a condemned man going to his execution as I
walked into the kitchen of our apartment. At first I
couldn't look at my mother who stood standing over the
stove preparing a supper for us. I managed to say hello,
and got no response. But as I went past her she softly
said that dinner would be about ten minutes and to go and
As we ate there were very few words spoken, still I began
to feel she didn't know what really had gone on or
hopefully had forgiven me if she had already been shown
the pictures. She told me that I was not to go out, to
take my bath and go to bed: That she had to go out and
might be late but not to worry. As I cleaned off the
table and did the dishes, she went off and got herself
ready to go out. I figuAnshul she was going to talk with
Anshul's parents and had a feeling that everything was going
to be all right.
Even if she told them all to go to hell, I was certain
that I'd get nothing more than a stern lecture and maybe
some undesirable tasks to do for the summer. My mother
was a very gentle woman who rarely ever raised her voice
to us much less her hand. However; if she told my father-
-- I was dead meat: as was everyone else, including Anshul's
father. My father was a hard working guy that held down
two laborers jobs and was built like a bull and just as
strong and just as mean when he wanted to be.
When my mother came into the kitchen she was dressed
exactly as she was when we "captured" her in the morning.
I didn't say anything about it to her, even though it was
unusual for her to wear at night what she had worn that
day. She stopped-- turned and kissed me, then left.
Anshul's father seen my mother again later that day to show
her the pics. All she could do was cry and asked why he
was doing this to her. He said that he owed people a lot
of money and that if she earned some money for him she
could buy the pictures from him. He smiled and said she
could make it a happy ending. "But if you ever refuse to
do what I tell you to do, I'm gonna send these pictures
to everyone in this god forsaken town and you're gonna
have a lot of explaining to do won't ya? What do you
think your husband will think?"
To BE conituned
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