The Rape

Meanwhile, my mother had banished me to the cot on the living room floor — she seemed to be serious that I was too old to sleep with her. My begging look pained her greatly, and she stroked my hair with her hand, murmuring that it was not my fault. But it was no consolation, for she seemed unable to forgive herself — and perhaps me — that we had really fucked. Even with Willi I found no consolation, because he was with all his thoughts only was busy with fucking. Anni, whom I raped again and again with Willi's help, probably despised me. I went to her and Willi less and less often, because in the meantime I also began to despise myself.

I became angry at the whole world, especially at the women who led me only to the bad — Hildegard, Anni, Mrs. Ogawa and my mother as well. I was really angry and despairing when I lay in the improvised crib and guessed the outline of her body in the night darkness. When the moon shone, I could see everything. I lay awake half the night waiting to see if she moved. Usually she turned around several times in the dream and pressed herself against the ceiling as if against a lover. I would look at the dimly visible outline of her back and legs; but my favorite thing was to look at her buttocks when she was lying on her stomach and masturbated softly. Sometimes I would stay awake for hours when she was lying on her stomach and sticking her butt out, and masturbated two or three times. It was very lonely and very sad. One night I couldn't take it anymore and lay down next to the sleeping one.

"What is it," she asked rising from her sleep and pushing me away until I had to sit down on the edge of the bed to avoid falling off. "I can't sleep," I said, and stroked the blanket with one hand over the blanket, feeling the outline of her body. "Don't do that" she hissed, pulling back even further; "stay in your bed, and that's final!"

"I can't sleep," I said the next night, as I sat down on the edge of her bed. "What is it," she asked, pulling the covers up under her chin. "There are so many things happen," I whispered intermittently and waited patiently. "What's happening," she asked promptly, and I said that I could lie down next to her and tell her everything. She hissed at me not to even think about it and pulled the blanket even tighter around her body. I was frozen, remained silent and waited. After a while, I felt that she was no longer so dismissive and began to tell the story of Mrs. Ogawa. My mother whispered angrily at first that she hadn't thought that the old Japanese woman had let herself be fucked and she had to say really bad things about the old Japanese whore who fucked young innocent boys, virgin boys, and so on. But then she listened again until I stopped in the middle. Of course she had already become very curious how it went on, but I now begged her to do it to me with her hand. She shook her head in denial and vigorously insisted that I get back into the cot. I obeyed sadly and defiantly. Now I was again lying lonely and rejected on my floor cot and wept with self–-pity.

In the first light of morning I woke up and stared over at her. She was lying naked on her stomach with one bent knee across the blanket. She lay like a rider on the scrunched up blanket and stretched the soft curve of her butt back. I straightened up and saw the light curl of pubic hair under the fold of her ass. She stirred sometimes like a dreaming dog and pressed her abdomen against the blanket. I suspected that she was dreaming of fucking. I was electrified and crawled to the foot of her bed and stared at her slit, which she kept pressing tightly against the crumpled blanket. I bent over as far as I could and looked at her half–open cleft. Her clit had come out again and was as long as half a finger limb, now she kept thrusting it firmly and hard against the blanket while she was dreaming. Suddenly she rammed furiously and wildly against the blanket for a few seconds, then her abdomen twitched uncontrollably. My heart was pounding wildly because she had had an orgasm in the dream! For the next few weeks I slept almost not a minute and watched her all night; mostly nothing happened, but two or three times a week she had her dream–orgasm at night. It was a surprising and exciting discovery.

Spring was slowly turning into summer, and it was getting hot and humid. In the evening, when we went to bed, it was still light, and mother read in the evening until dark. I was for many weeks remained an inconspicuous observer of her dream–orgasms for many weeks, she no longer looked so stern, and when she read she did not pay so much attention to the position of her legs, so that I could always see into her vagina or vaginal fold. It upset me more and more and I began to masturbate secretly, although it was still quite light in the room. After some time I noticed that she was watching my masturbation inconspicuously. Although I usually fell asleep immediately afterwards, I soon woke up again because she was masturbating quite loudly. Immediately I understood the connection that my masturbating could trigger violent arousal in her. From now on I gave up all secrecy and masturbated for all it was worth. And then put me asleep, lying in wait like a spy.

Frequently the calculation worked out. She would read on for a few minutes, blinking over at me to see if I was fast asleep yet. Of course I was, sound asleep. Already while reading her fingers played a little with a nipple, glided to her cleft or clit. Then she put the book aside with a deep aroused sigh, spread her bent legs wide and masturbated. When her arousal increased and she closed her eyes, her head cocked to one side and her fingers quickened. I sat up or crawled closer at the foot of the bed, very carefully closer to see everything up close. At Hildegard I had guessed more than seen from a distance, and Anni had a tiny vagina with a tiny little clit that you almost couldn't see. But now I looked at everything very closely, how it looked and how she did it.

Where Anni had two little bulges protecting her vagina from prying eyes, thick flaps of her skin hung down; two large, thick and wrinkled skin flaps. Between them, a long, hood–like fold of skin stretched down from above, under which the clitoris was normally hidden. To masturbate, she pushed this protective skin fold all the way back with her thumb, so that the clit came out like a little fingertip, and she rubbed it with her index finger, very quickly and lightly. The clit became hard and stiff and nodded back and forth like a little ball that won't and won't submerge in the bathtub, but she kept going and kept the little ball dancing until it came to her.

As she approached orgasm, her flat hand circled in an oval motion, her splayed fingers pressed on her clit, and at the end, when her abdomen began to undulate, she sometimes pressed two fingers of the other hand into her vagina and fucked herself, hard and furiously. Now the orgasm broke loose, she gasped her pressed suppressed "Uuuchs!" and "Aaachs!" and pressed the fucking fingers only irregularly and jerking into the vagina; but now it was also time for me to disappear again inconspicuously in the crib and pretend to be asleep, but I had to be fast, as long as she still kept her hand pressed on her pubic and let her arousal fade out gasping. Of course I couldn't fall asleep, not after such excitement. Soon I heard her breathing deeply or snoring a bit, so I could still get a quick release.

I watched her as often as I could, and slowly a plan matured in me. I also already knew exactly how I would execute my plan. We had already fucked once and so the big sin had already happened anyway, so it didn't matter now if we fucked again; this sin would be the same mortal sin, and you can't be dead more than once.

I only had to wait until she had become so aroused while masturbating that she was no longer aware of her surroundings. Then I crawled quietly and infinitely carefully to her on the bed. She was already rubbing herself very quickly and noticed nothing. She also did not notice that I knelt down and carefully pushed my hard–on closer and a bit into her vagina. She was puffing restlessly because her orgasm was getting closer and I held my breath, because now she was rubbing so fast that I thought she couldn't stop, but during my careful thrusting she cringed.

"What are you doing," she cried in startlement, groping for the bedside lamp, which lit up uncomfortably bright. She struggled free and, of course, knew immediately what I wanted to do. I knelt stiffly and irritably in front of her, holding onto her knees with both hands. "Don't do it," she whispered hoarsely, as I slowly bent her knees apart again and looked closely at her wet cunt in the bright light. I hesitantly reached out a hand to her excitedly trembling cunt and spread it a little, whereupon she stopped gasping and held her breath because she was still so insanely horny. I curiously palpated the large, hard swollen clit that protruded boldly from its skin fold. She jerked as if electrified and drove me not to touch her there.

I lay down on her belly, stroking her breasts as I used to do before and gently rocked back and forth, my hard–on pressed firmly against her cunt. I thought of how many times we'd done it before and said so. "Don't do it," she whispered fearfully, "you can't fuck your grandmother!" Yes, I can, I thought dumbly, seeing in her eyes fear, horniness and despondency. She had tears in her eyes, tears of fear, as she said, "No, don't fuck me!" It also irritated me that she so persistently called herself grandmother and that she kept saying "fuck". I reached down between us with one hand and stroked the tip of my cock up and down her slit a few times. I sensed that she was still aroused to the breaking point and that her body was thinking differently than her head. I felt, as I had so many times before when I had done violence to Anni, the cold wind in my heart. "Don't do it," she whispered, looking anxiously into my face, "please don't squirt inside!" as she half–heartedly tried to close her legs again. She reached for me and seemed to want to push me away, but I grabbed her forearms, bent them backwards and pushed them down behind her head. Damn it, she should let me do it! I got angry because she tearfully whispered that she didn't want to be fucked. It was her nonsensical talk about fucking that made me so so fixated on it. It rushed in my ears as I pushed her thighs apart with one hand and my pelvis and slowly penetrated her — infinitely slowly as I watched her gasp for air and draw it in deep with a wail. When I had penetrated all the way, she turned her head to the side and closed her eyes in despair. She gasped and whispered tonelessly that she didn't want to be fucked, but she didn't really resist as I turned firmly up and down gyrating; she just looked at me fearfully and cried just a little more.

I suddenly felt sore for doing this to her. I put my face to her neck and plucked her nipples with my fingers, because she usually liked that. I lay restlessly on top of her and stroked the nipples, poked a little with my pelvis and could feel the nipples gradually hardening. In contrast to Anni's tight, hard little vagina, hers looked large and soft, but was surprisingly tight. It felt like a soft, warm glove wrapped lightly around my cock, as if I were in a tight cave. Anni's vagina had always seemed like a tight tunnel to me; now, however, all I felt was soft warmth and a gentle, passive embrace. It was arousing and amazing at the same time.

Now she stopped moaning softly and gasped, because I held her down firmly and fucked her properly. Her fear and tears had driven me wild, I pushed and pushed as hard as I could. Then a transformation took place with her that I had already noticed earlier with Anni before she orgasmed. She suddenly became very soft and yielding, pushed along with her abdomen in time and smiled. After some time, she panted just like Anni, when she fucked me to orgasm and pushed from below wildly with. Suddenly she made her "Uaah!" as she always did when she got the orgasm and rolled her abdomen in short, violent waves. I felt it coming up slowly and fucked faster and faster. Her whole body quivered along with my thrusts and she whispered, though still thrusting me violently, "Please, don't squirt inside!"

It was far too late. I clenched my teeth and hurled the first jet deep into her soft, warm abdomen. She gasped and squinted, my pelvis thrusting convulsively against her pubic mound, spraying jet after jet inside. Although I was already slumped over her, I still held her by her forearms and did not let go. I felt my cock gradually shrink and slide out of her vagina with an inaudible plop.

I felt depressed and anxiously waited for thunder. But she remained lying, just as I had slid off her and gently stroked my hair. "Silly boy," she reprimanded, and I breathed a sigh of relief, for it didn't sound evil, "you mustn't fuck your grandmother!" I was relieved to see that she smiled graciously at me as she did so, and I closed my eyes for a few minutes, for I was terribly tired and happy.

It was a few days later that I awoke from my dozing because I felt her groping for me and touching my soft cock. Slowly and gently she stroked it until it straightened up, then continued to gently stroke up and down until it stood hard and stiff. I half sat up and looked at her; her eyes smiled in a feverish gleam. She continued to stroke me invitingly with her hand, then leaned over and whispered in my ear, "Want some more?" I didn't understand right away and looked at her questioningly, but she looked rather embarrassed and now I asked whispering back, "fuck again?"

It was rushing in my ears, my cock was stiff to bursting and my tiredness seemed like evaporated. Hurriedly I lay down on top of her, rested my head on her shoulder and played with her nipples. She reached down and quickly plugged my cock into her vagina, then hugged me. I fucked her as hard and as fast as I could. Soon she closed her eyes and gasped, thrusting along with her abdomen as I ticked like clockwork in her tight vagina. She grew more and more excited and thrust harder and harder, then her face contorted, and after a long, heavy gasp, a little cry escaped her throat, an "Ooooh!". I wasn't ready yet and kept going, she kept rearing back in her distress and expelling air loudly as I fucked her hard and fast. It rose hot inside me, then the orgasm tore me wildly back and forth. She held me tightly pressed against her, while I squirted and squirted and squirted until I calmed down. She held me sweetly and gently in her arms afterwards, while I dozed off again. Then she whispered in my ear that I was her little bull from now on. Sleepily I mumbled that I was not a bull after all, but she smiled and gently rocked me to sleep.