Thriller Farmhouse

[Boobsucker1994]

Hi readers,
Iam posting here a story
Credit goes to original writer.
I hope you all enjoy it.

Update 1

OOOOHHH!! OAAAUUHH!! NO! PLEEEAAAASE STOP!! AAAAUUUUH!" the woman screamed. The man behind her ignored her pleas and continued his thrusts even more vigorously. 

Damn! Not this dream again!

I couldn't see their faces at first and then slowly their faces came into focus. She was beautiful but I struggled to recognize her; the man was as ugly as the woman was lovely. The woman was bent over something I couldn't see, her white round bottom sticking out behind her. The monstrosity of a man standing behind her held her by her hips in a vice grip, thrusting in and out of her tight asshole, making slapping noises on every forward thrust, making her scream.

Suddenly she turned her head, looked at me and mouthed, "Help!" 

I recognized her now! At that moment the man also looked at me, winked, raised his right hand brought it down, slapping her left butt-cheek, hard. I stood paralyzed unable to speak or move.

I awoke in a sweat, with a raging hard-on. Damn! That same effing dream again. I got up from my bed, reaching out to my walking stick with my right hand. It's the only hand I have. My left hand was lost in a childhood accident. I was too young then to remember now what had happened. The same accident also left my left leg pretty useless. The good thing about being crippled so early in life is that I don't remember what being whole was like. So for most of my life I could move around quite well despite my disability. Growing up, I made it a point to climb trees, etc just to prove to myself that I wasn't a useless, helpless eater.

But then one incident proved me wrong.

I've been having that same nightmare since many years. I'm an old man now, with just a few more years left. Perhaps, putting down on paper what had happened that night, will bring a small measure of closure.

In spite of my disability we were a happy family, living in Chinalpur, a mid-sized town in India. My parents had a great marriage. Dad ran a consulting business that took him away from home for extended periods. Mom had left her job to care for me after my accident and since dad's business had taken off, she continued to be a housewife. I was their only son.

Mom was a beautiful woman, turning heads wherever she went. She took good care of herself, regularly doing yoga.

I just thought of her as my beautiful mother; that was until that awful night that twisted my mind for good. After the 'incident' I started noticing how sexy she was, the way she moved, her figure,... 

At the time she was forty three but didn't look a day over thirty, she was 38DD-29-39 (I checked later, don't ask), about 5ft 9in tall, long wavy dark hair reaching down to her waist, fair complexion. When she walked, her breasts would jiggle with each step, her ass would wiggle with the sway of her shapely hips. Like I said, my mind is permanently twisted, I started noticing these things about my own mother after that night.

It happened so many years ago, yet I can remember everything like it was yesterday.

One of dad's important clients had thrown a party but dad couldn't attend as he had gone abroad for a month. So my mother had to attend in his stead. I also went along with her as I had nothing better to do anyway; it was the middle of my summer vacation. I was a frail nineteen year old cripple then, agile but weak nonetheless, tiring easily.

The place was about a three hour drive from our town. We took a cab because our car had broken down the day before. 

I chatted happily with my mom part of the way and slept part of the way. We reached the place around noon when the party was just beginning. As usual heads turned when my mom walked in. She looked stunning in a yellow silk sari and a low-cut round neck, dark blue blouse. The 'pallu' (upper part) of her sari covered her ample breasts, which otherwise seemed ready to burst out of her blouse. I hobbled along behind her, carrying a backpack.