A Mothers Lament

CHAPTER 1: THE VICTIM

     As I toiled away at my job, loan manager, for a local bank I was sure it would be yet another boring day then it happened.  She was in her late thirties, married or at least wearing a ring; with bra length raven black hair, large dark brown eyes, her olive complexion, just the look I pined over.  Her shape breathtaking, very matronly, her breast I guessed at around 32b, they looked motherly the way they sat low even in the bra I could tell she was wearing through the fabric of her blouse.  Her waist about a 30, she had that little bit of motherly tummy I ache for.  Her finest feature though was her 39-40 inch hips and thick round bottom which her black snug fitting pants hardly could hide, but after 3 children what more can you expect (this part I would learn later).  Checking the sign in sheet… “Maria Faletti” as I called the next name, it was her; she stood and walked into my office. Closing the door as our interview began for the loan she required she began to explain she was out of options.  They had tried all the major banks and were not having any luck in getting a second mortgage on their house.  Her husband had lost his job to corporate downsizing and was working two jobs to try to make up the difference in his new paychecks but if they didn’t get a loan to realign their debts and mortgage they would lose the house and have to move to a lower end of town and put their 3 kids into inner city schools.  My mind hardly able to concentrate on much more than the peek of cleavage the tan blouse she was wearing was giving me.  Now I understood how she ended up in my office, our bank being a local branch not yet being sold to the multinational chains that filter everyone through a computer for loan decisions, I begin to ponder an idea as she talked.  Near the end of her diatribe she began to plead with me, promising they were good people and would make the payments if I could just help.  I wondered just how bad did she need this and what would she be willing to do to get this loan?  I mentioned I might be able to do something for her, knowing very well from the paperwork she had presented me to peruse that she was less than qualified it would in the end be my call as loan manager on whether I gave her the loan or not.  I probed to see where things might be able to go from here as I asked, “perhaps you would be willing to meet me for lunch or dinner to further discuss our options Mrs. Falleti?”  She sat back, drying her eyes, a look of shock hitting her.  “You mean just the two of us is that right Mr. Williams?”  Seeing she understood my angle I nodded, her eyes began to tear up again as she again began to plead, trying to talk her way out of it or around it.  I cut her off replying that there was little chance of anyone giving them a loan with their finances in such disarray and that I was making a VERY generous offer.  She looked at the floor as I spoke, obviously humiliated by what I was implying.  I loved it; here sat a woman who before her little problems wouldn’t have looked twice at me being reduced to tears, pondering something she more than likely would never have even considered then. She looked up briefly, “when Mr. Williams?” I smiled, I had her, and I will call you to give you the particulars Mrs. Falleti, give me a few days to work on this paperwork for you okay. She glared back “FINE”, scribbling her number and the best time to call on a piece of paper, grabbing her keys she got up, shook my hand, dried her eyes, and walked out.  This was going to be so perfect, such a hot thing like her with a family, at my mercy, willing to subject herself to any desire I have… I began to put together my list of those very demented desires, things I find erotic yet also a few just to humiliate her.

 

CHAPTER 2: MY DEMANDS

     I took the next day off, sitting home alone putting together my list.  I imagined her in numerous different outfits, lingerie, hair styles… Then I tried to think about what my own wife finds the most embarrassing and began to formulate my plan.  That afternoon around 2 I called her.  After stating it was safe to talk I plainly asked “what are you willing to do to secure this loan Mrs. Faletti?”  She broke into tears, “anything, what ever it takes, what ever I have to you bastard! What choice do I have?” I told her to listen closely and pay attention then.  “Your paperwork is being finalized in my office. It won’t be ready for signatures for two weeks depending on you and how well you follow directions. I am assuming you can last two weeks more for the money?”  There was a pause on her end then, “yes, I can wait two weeks just tell me what you want!”  “Good Mrs. Faletti, then here is your list of instructions.  You will not shave or trim your underarms, legs, or pubic mound for the next two weeks, how you explain it to your husband is your problem.  You will be wearing a white two piece bikini, you will use a razor and trim the lining out of it, your hair and makeup will be flawlessly done, you will wear your wedding ring, you will bring one 8x10 picture of your husband with you for our meeting and bring some clean clothes to wear home.  Is all of this clear?”  She broke into crying on the other end, sniffling into the phone as she meagerly agreed.  I gave her the date and time of our meeting, the Marriott Hotel poolside.  She hung up, and for the next two weeks I pondered which positions I wanted to fuck her in, how many times, all the perverse things I would make her do.  I wondered if she was a kinky little tart who let her husband do anything he wanted in the bedroom… thinking back to her crucifix she was wearing that day I figured her for a Catholic girl…making myself believe for now she was at least a good Catholic girl, missionary only kind of woman. Laughing to myself as if that really meant anything.  I whiled away the next two weeks at work, finishing all her paperwork and having it ready for my big day with this gorgeous married mother.

 

 

CHAPTER 3: HER DEFILEMENT

     The day came and I showed up to the room early, having taken the day off from work.  I set the room up the way I needed, hiding the video camera under a stack of towels, a little insurance in case she tried to cry rape later.  I would make sure only the consensual part of the day was on film, waiting to turn it on until our talk about the loan was over.  I went poolside and waited for her to arrive. By noon the pool was a little busy, a few families playing about in the water.  She walked towards the pool, I could see from 100ft away she had thus far complied with my demands.  Her white suit almost sheer looking in comparison to her dark areola, her black thick furry pubic mound was obvious to anyone who looked towards her.  She strolled over sitting next to me.  She opened her beach bag, laying her towel on the chaise then handed me the picture I asked for.  I put it in a rolled up towel I had next to me and looked her over.  I told her to turn her chaise so I could get a good view of her mound and then lay back with her arms over her head until I was tired of showing her off.  She began to tear up as she complied.  She laid there silent as tears rolled down her cheeks, her arms over her head, “why?” was all she mumbled.  I smiled and in a hushed tone asked her if she had ever been so embarrassed? Had a man ever made her feel like such a piece of property?  As she shook her head no I lay back watching the other husbands and young teens walk by just to get a glimpse of her.  After about an hour of having her on display I nudged her and told her to dive in the pool and come back over.  In an instant she knew if she got wet that white suit would be transparent, she mewed and pled not to have to get wet.  I smiled, telling her after she got wet we were going to the room, “I want that suit wet for the walk upstairs love”!  She knew it was no use; her only solace was that this hotel was located far from her end of town so she wouldn’t see anyone she knew.  She dove in, climbed out and walked over to me. Picking up her towel and bag I mentioned she better not try to cover up.  The suit was so sheer now it was as if she was naked.  The thick black hair visible to everyone.  We headed upstairs to the room overlooking the pool and she immediately wanted to see the loan papers.  After seeing them only lacking her signature she sat on the bed consigned to her fate. “Maria, you’ve been married what like 14 years?” She shook her head no and stated it was 19 years this year.  I had learned from her loan paperwork she was actually 42 although she clearly didn’t look it.  “Have you ever cheated on him?” Again she shook her head no.  Wanting to make things look good for the video evidence I was about to begin compiling I look at her telling her “all you have to do Maria is make me feel like you want ever moment of this, that your enjoying it, that you want it as much as I do until around say 4pm”! She dried her eyes again and nodded she understood.  I put the picture of her husband on the night stand for later and hit record on the remote I hid under the towels.  Walking over to her I pushed her gently back on the bed, she stared at the ceiling, trying to think about something else as I slid her bikini bottom off.  I grabbed her top and slide it over her head, she laid there offering no assistance but not crying.  I parted her legs and slid down to the foot of the bed, my hands parting her labia as I found my prey, my tongue gliding over her little nub as I began to eat her hairy hole. As I gently licked her nub using just the tip of my tongue she laid still, hands flat on the bed.  At first she made no noise or moved, she just laid still resigned to let me have her body.  After about 20 minutes of tonguing her precious babyslit she began moaning, her moaning turned to begging…”PLEASE don’t make me cum PLEEEEEASE, just use me and go!” I laughed as I continued my assault, moments later she was crying out but still between cries of pleasure, begging me not to make her cum.  It wasn’t much longer as my tongue alternated side to side, to up and down, just the tip to the wide flat licks that the dam burst and she began to cum.  I have always loved making a mother cum and this was a treat!! As she came I could taste something else mixed with the saltiness of her orgasm, something bitter also mixed with it.  After she was done I sat up looking at her. “So do you always leak piss when you cum Maria?”  She immediately started crying, I hounded her trying to embarrass her more about it until she broke and stated, “I’ve had that problem since our second child, it’s why my husband hasn’t done that to me in several years, please just let me go clean up!”  I laughed, telling her to shut up and follow me out to the balcony. “Nude?” she asked, I nodded and walked out.  The balcony rail was a stucco type about 3ft high.  As I stood at the railing, her breasts the only part of her visible to the world I pulled her to me, “TASTE IT”, pressing our mouths together as I began to kiss her.  Letting my tongue into her mouth as I made sure she got a good dose of her own juices before I broke off the kiss. “Kneel Maria and show me how good a wife you really are!”  She stuttered a bit, taken aback that I wanted her to do it in public, until I put my hand on her shoulder and gently pushed.  “Oh, and put your left hand over my belly button so I can see your wedding ring while you work!”  She began to sniffle as she looked up at me with tears streaming down her face, good thing all the camera could see was her kneel down and begin work.  She slides my trunks down, as I stepped out of them, my erection popping out. She whimpered as she put her left hand over my belly button. “Remember; make me think your enjoying this Maria!” She began running her tongue over the tip, no doubt tasting the precum spilling out of me freely at this point.  I look down at her and the pool as she was knelt down before me, now working her head up and down, her soft married mouth gliding along my shaft.  Not wanting to miss a chance to degrade her a bit I remarked “I love how the mouth that kisses your family feels sliding down me Mrs. Faletti”.  She continued on for minutes more. I was satisfied I had defiled her pretty married mouth so I pulled out and stroked my shaft a few times letting the precum drip onto her wedding ring as she cried out in disgust.

     From there I picked her up and leaned her over the balcony.  Her breasts just behind the ledge so they wouldn’t draw complaints from anyone below.  She looked back, trying to feign enjoyment as she smiled coyly, “PLEEEEASE, I have a condom in my bag”!  I shook my head “sorry Mrs. Faletti but I don’t wear condoms EVER!” She turned her head over the railing as I slid up behind her and placed the tip against her soaking wet babyslit.  I leaned forward and with no effort my entire cock disappeared inside her. Not as tight as I imagined but after 3 kids I didn’t expect a tight fit. Still at just over 7 ½” long and a little wider than 3 of my fingers together I expected my girth would get more resistance.  She grunted as I thrust into her, not stopping until the tip brushed her cervix and my balls pressed against her curvy bottom. “Not bad Maria, I bet your husband doesn’t cum as fast as he use to though does he?” Not missing a chance to humiliate her again. “Why would you say that… how would you know?” I began a slow but hard rhythm into her. “Its not because he’s older Maria, it’s because your looser after popping out three kids!” Laughing at her as she begged me to stop saying things like that.  She grunted and panted as I used her. I reached around and began rubbing her clit as I pounded into her.  I smiled as I told her I wouldn’t stop until she came on me.  “I don’t have a lot of time before I have to be home, please don’t cum in me….okay, okay, just be quiet and don’t say anything and I will try to cum for you!” I kept quiet wanting to feel her cum again… using her like a vessel for my own satisfaction…glancing at my watch I had about 45 minutes left before she was gonna have to leave for home and that left her no time to shower which is how I wanted it anyway.  A few minutes more passed and she began panting harder, she got wetter, she started grunting….then she was soaked, so wet I could barely feel enough friction to work me towards my own orgasm at this point, but I was ready for her to learn another lesson anyway so it didn’t matter! “ohhhhhhhh THERE are you happy, I tried to tell you.. you wouldn’t listen, if I cum, he cant! I get too wet that’s why I didn’t want to cum again you bastard, at least I don’t have to worry about you getting me pregnant” as she started laughing.  I grabbed her wrist and led her to the bed tossing her face down on it, I used the sheet to dry my shaft. “You see Maria, my wife has had kids and her babyslit is nice and broken in just like yours but it doesn’t matter, and as I said we don’t use condoms in our house, no my wife learned a long time ago how a mother should be taken after a few kids stretch her out” chuckling as I walk over and hit the remote turning off the camera, I turn on MTV upping the volume a little as I pick up the picture of her husband.  I climb onto the bed on top of and behind her laying the picture beside her face so she can see it. She begins asking what I mean, what I want. Reaching down I grab her plump asscheek and squeeze it roughly “ever let a man use this nice tight mommy hole Maria?” Using my weight to pin her down, she starts to figure out what I am about to do and begins squirming, trying to get off the bed, crying out, “PLEASE NO!! I’ve NEVER….NO NO” I pin her wrists down using my feet to part her knees and hold them open, “you see its called a mommy hole because after babies ruin your tight little pussy and turn it into a babyslit a man needs a tight place to fuck!! As for birth control… in my house even IF I just want pussy my wife knows to roll face down and part her cheeks so I can cum in her mommy hole, like a good wife she wants my cum inside her not in some piece of plastic!!” She continues to wiggle as I put the tip against her virgin mommy hole.  Since you’re a virgin I want to make sure you remember this Maria, which means no lube! At those words she begins crying out trying harder to wiggle away, “go on fight it, it just makes it feel better for me!” I lean over her pushing hard as I grind and work the tip into her dry hole with nothing but my precum leeking out as lubricant.  She thrashes her head as I grab her hair and force her to stare at the picture of her husband. “LOOK at IT or I do this ALL night!! If you want me to finish and let you get home you better look at this picture bitch”! She calms a bit, stops thrashing, facing the picture, she stares at it, crying, tears flowing down her face as I now have the tip inside her.  Having paused I look at her face and smile, “Sold your virginity for a good cause Maria, now apologize to your husband so I can cum in you”!  I thrust hard, forcing my dry shaft into her, tearing her hole inside as I brutally rape into her bowels, taking her virginity, wanting it to hurt so she never forgets this day.  After a few minutes she quits screaming, just laying there now crying sobbing as she looks at the picture, her eyes blank as though she’s empty inside.  I grind inside her to stretch her more, she begins her apology knowing I wont let myself cum until she says it “I am sooooo sorry Kasey, I am sorry I didn’t give you my virgin mommy hole, I am sorry for the times you had to pull out and masturbate to orgasm during sex with me because I get too loose after I cum….”reciting this apology over and over as I begin to thrust hard, fast, and deep into her torn bleeding hole.  Hearing her words draws me closer to orgasm as I now pull all the way out and ram deeply into her, her mind and dignity broken, I use her like a vessel to relieve myself in now as I bury it deeply, the shaft swelling I part her fat cheeks to get even deeper as I begin grunting, she recognizes I am about to cum in her and begins crying out anew “NOOOOOOooooooo, NOT INSIDE ME PLEASE NOT INSIDE ME! LEAVE ME SOME DIGNITY PLEASE!!” her plea drawing off in broken tears as I spray what feels like endless streams of cum into her mommy hole, grunting and rutting in her like a animal.  I finish, sliding it out, she draws into a ball on the bed sobbing, her eyes blank and void. “Now Mrs. Faletti you’ve got about 15 minutes before your hubby should be home and it takes you just over 10 to get home from here… perhaps you should get a move on?”  Crying, sore, broken, humiliated, bleeding she gets up, limps to her bag and gets dressed.  I have her sign her loan papers promising the loan will be approved tomorrow and she needs to expect a call from me.  She leaves, heading home, we talk again over the next few days, months later I made it a point to call and tell her about the video and how I could put her on the internet if she ever told her husband.  She said she could never tell him, he wouldn’t understand…. That she was not a whore by nature she only sold herself to help him.  I laughed and hung up.  Hopefully my bank doesn’t get absorbed into a national conglomerate anytime soon!