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I want to rape my mom. It was the only way to save her marriage.

{You may wish to See Rape Betrayal#2 a Sister Betrayed first. This story will stand alone, but it is definitely a sequel}

I’ve only raped one person in my life. It was really an accident, but that’s how I got the idea to rape my mother. Let’s be clear: My sister is a bitch. A cruel, condescending Mega-bitch. A few weeks ago she erased my Term Paper because I would not get off the phone when she ordered me to. I failed English, because of her. I decided that was the final, fucking straw. My plan was to drug her, take pics of her naked, and humiliate her in school by posting her pictures. It did not quite turn out the way I expected.

I kind of got worked up, taking pictures of her hot, wet naked body. I decided to experiment a little. I sucked her tits, licked her sweet pussy, played in her juicy fat ass. I got my pictures and was about to call it a day. I decided to rest my dick in her cunt–just to see what it felt like. I had no intention of fucking her, I was just curious. It was innocent really.

Unfortunately the drugs wore off, with my dick buried inside of my sister. She woke up. She was squirming, and wiggling and trying to buck me off.  All that writhing and gyrating underneath me… she basically fucked herself on my dick. It was no one’s fault; really, it was just a freak accident. However, Susan unleashed something inside of me.

She released a part of me that I had kept under tight control. I realized that I LIKED, raping my big sister. I ENJOYED taking her down a peg, breaking her, humiliating her, wiping that smug look off of her pretty face. I decided to let her earn back her pictures one fuck session at a time.

As I raped her ass that first time, something incredible happened. Susan accepted my right to her body. She realized how unfairly she had treated me and humbly apologized. It was so beautiful. To hear her sincere request for forgiveness through her tears, and fear while I viciously raped her ass–well it meant a lot to me. I held her close and forgave her.

I felt so close to her, I am not ashamed to say that I cried. I had my sister back, my best friend. The bitch was gone, the arrogant, condescending, nasty little bitch was dead (or so I thought).

One rape had fixed everything. That’s where I got the idea. Rape had worked so well on my sister Susan maybe it could work on my mom Beth. Nothing else had. I guess she was an ok mom but damn it if she was not a bitch of a wife. My dad was kind of like me, average to good looking, bright but not brilliant. He worked hard, got lucky and had a good job. He was not rich exactly, but was very comfortable. Grandma’s death had left him a lot of insurance money plus the sale of their house. We kept the summer home on the lake. Mom and Susan were a lot alike too. Both were beautiful, and looked more like sisters than mother and daughter. Mom was 36 but looked like she was in her late 20s. My sister was 18 but looked 21 or 22. Read the rest of this entry »