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All The Way Down
A work of complete fiction for Adults who see it as such
Contains no names or references to any known person
By Nobadge
Part One
One
12.30 pm Saturday
The Uninvited Guest
The well ordered and happy family life Susan Roberts had for so long taken for granted could hardly have been described as under threat when Susan had so carelessly opened the door to Tommy, Tommy Hall, one of her sons school friends who from time to time visited the house along with other youths from his school, invited by her 17 year old son on occasion to watch TV or generally hang around.
Susan knew most of them by name, good friends of her son Tim, local boys and fellow soccer players who always treated Susan with due respect, even if she did realise most of them would be secretly studying her mature beauty when they thought she was looking elsewhere.
For Susan Roberts at 38 years of age was still as very tall good looking woman, long of leg and still slim of body even if her breasts and hips had broadened a little of late, but that served only to accentuate a full trim figure of 36.29.37 carried so well by her 5 feet 10 inches so much so Susan that seemed almost Amazonian to these boys.
Although only too well aware of their studying her, Susan had took it all in good spirits, naughty for sure but harmless exploration in boys of their age who would, she was certain, be comparing her, favourably she hoped, with the girls of their own age they dated they dated.
Tommy Hall though, had to Susan seemed different from the others and she had often wondered why her son was friends with this boy, so obviously from the wrong side of the tracks, for Tommy, much smaller than her sons other friends at only around 5 feet 3 inches was a slim wiry almost rat faced young man who seemed to have a permanent sneer on his face, a sneer he had never tried to hide when looking at Susan any more than he tried to hide the manner in which he so, openly studying her body, leaving Susan, although much taller and older than the small youth to turn away first as she shivered in the uncomfortable sensation that Tommy Hall was seeing her as a quarry rather than secretly admiring her.
So when after opening the front door to find the pock marked face of Tommy Hall standing at her front door staring openly and confidently at her just after midday on a Saturday afternoon, Susan, about to go into town on a clothing shopping expedition after spending the last hour on makeup and dressing, felt those same sensations, so much so her first words, even though it was Saturday afternoon and he was obviously looking for her Son Tim, were meant to be strong and authoritative but came out more as a nervous croak.
‘…….Tommy’ …what are you doing here? I’m afraid Tim’s away for the weekend with…….’ There Susan had stopped, realising it would have been foolish to tell this horrible boy any more than necessary, already feeling oddly nervous and intimidated by this young boy she herself almost towered over, smiling as casually his little evil eyes flicked from her face to a body.
Susan was dressed for her shopping trip in an above the knee pleated white skirt and red almost transparent blouse and suddenly realised she was probably displaying too much leg and cleavage toward a young boy with such obviously raging hormones.
‘No Problem Mrs Roberts, I knew Tim was going away this weekend but he told me I could drop by and pick up a DVD he had borrowed from me, told me he’d tell you I’d be around to ask you, tell you it’s the New one in his bedroom’
Tim had told her no such thing, but despite her disquiet about the boy on her doorstop and telling him so, Susan told Tommy she would go look for it, that he could wait there outside whilst she did so, before turning on her heels and making her way upstairs to Tim’s room, but Susan’s natural good manners had prevented her closing the door on Tommy, after all, why should she, sure the boy made her uneasy but one of her son’s friends was hardly about to try and molest her!
Upstairs, Susan after quickly glancing around her son’s tidy room and finding no sign of a DVD left out by him for collection was about to turn back when suddenly she felt a hand touching and then caressing her hip, shocked and distressed, Susan swivelled around to find the short skinny figure of Tommy standing before her.
Susan’s heart was in her mouth and for a long moment the stunned Mother could only stand and stare at the young boy who was, uninvited, invading not only her home, but also by his very nearness, her own personal space. Worse still he had touched her, more than just touched her, for Tommy had been caressing her hip!
Tommy cruel eyes seemed to burn into her own when at last Susan, taking a backward step found voice enough to remonstrate with him
‘Tommy! You startled me; I thought I asked you to wait downstairs’ began Susan but not wanting to begin an argument by reprimanding Tommy for touching her, lamely continued by telling him.
‘Anyway, Tim doesn’t seem to have left anything for you so You had best talk to him about it next week at school, now You really should go , I’m afraid I’m running late for an appointment in town Tommy’.
Susan stepped to one side of Tommy and moved toward her son’s bedroom door, not at all happy with the way Tommy’s eyes were studying her Breasts, realising her Black Bra was clearly visible through her sheer Red Blouse.
But by taking that initial backward step Susan had unintentionally handed Tommy the psychological advantage.
In that instant Tommy knew the beautiful Mother of his friend Tim, and the only reason for his friendship with Tim, the woman whom he had lusted over from the moment he first saw her, whom Tommy had masturbated ceaselessly to her image from that day onward, was actually frightened of him!,
So whilst grinning evilly at Susan’s Breasts Tommy savoured that knowledge like a fine Wine, for despite her being twice his age, so much bigger than he and seemingly so assured and confident Mrs. Susan Roberts was scared of he Tommy Hall!
And Susan Roberts although not yet aware of it, had every reason to fear Tommy who unbeknown to Susan had for so long fantasized about this day, playing over and over in his mind just how he would handle Tim’s beautiful Mother.
And with Tim boasting about being accompanied by his Father to his Juniors Golf Championship weekend, the perfect opportunity had arisen for Tim’s nineteen year old sister Sandra was away also, staying with family for a couple of weeks.
At last he was alone with Susan Roberts in Tim’s room which, Tommy already knew after Tim had unwitting shown him the house layout, was but a few paces from Susan’s own Bedroom.
So, as the clearly nervous housewife attempted to walk past him Tommy casually lifted his arm until his hand rested on the opposite doorframe and effectively blocking Susan’s exit.
‘Look Tommy’ began an exasperated but clearly nervous Susan.
‘This has gone far enough, I really want you to leave now, Tim is not here but his Father will be home shortly and I’m sure you wouldn’t want to get yourself into trouble with him or your parents for that matter’ said the clearly angry Susan with all the bravado she could muster.
Tommy though was unmoved, either by Susan’s threats about his parents or the supposedly imminent return of her husband.
Unexpectedly and to Susan’s shock and surprise Tommy, recalling his own surprise when caressing Susan’s hip when first entering the room, reached out to place his free hand upon her hip again and before Susan could react he was feeling and caressing her from hip downward, stopping only halfway down the side of Susan’s thigh.
‘Wow, Mrs. Roberts, you’ve been hiding something from me!’
Suddenly Susan’s anger boiled over, she knew full well what this horrible youth was referring to but she was dammed if he thought he was getting away with such intimate actions and personal comments, she wanted himout of her house and out now and, giving Tommy a fierce and resounding slap on the cheek screamed at him.
‘How dare you!, how dare you come into my house and touch me like that, get out and get out now before my husband gets here, or I call the Police!’
But Susan was surprised and alarmed that Tommy had taken the hardest blow she could muster with barely a flicker.
In truth the years of physical abuse from his own parents, both Mother and Father had left the wiry but uncannily strong youth almost impervious to pain from an early age, leaving Tommy to vow one day to even with both his parents.
As with many youths of short stature he was easily provoked and fought often, indeed Tommy Hall was known as the schools ‘scrapper’, his disregard for pain usually giving him the edge over much older and bigger boys.
Certainly he had become Tim’s protector at school after one day beating up a couple of bigger guys giving Tim himself a beating.
From that day Tim had had welcomed Tommy into his circle of friends, often inviting Tommy to his house, naively unaware his new friend had in fact planned and waited for this opportunity after first seeing Tim with his Mother, a parent governor at the school and Tommy’s dick had immediately hardened at this first sighting of the curvaceous Susan Roberts.
Neither did Susan’s words hold any fear for Tommy.
‘Wow Mrs. Roberts’ said Tommy lifting a hand to his reddening cheek,
‘That some slap you gave me there but now it’s your turn!’
Susan never even saw the blow coming but a fraction of a second later found her head snapped back by the force of Tommy’s open palmed slap and reeling backward, Susan fell onto her son’s bed.
Tommy grinned down at the stunned, pained Susan and, as she regained her senses, her sudden frantic attempts to pull down the white pleated skirt she realised had ridden high up her thighs after she fell onto her sons bed, displaying both darkened stocking tops and the Suspender Garters Tommy had discovered when caressing her thigh to his approving gaze.
. Hey, I love a fun fight Mrs. Roberts, your turn to hit me now’ said the youth, very excited now, recalling the incident at home a couple of years ago that sparked his new found desires.
‘Come on Mrs Roberts, up you get, to win the game you have to slap me hard enough to make me move away from the door, then you can get out of course, but any cheating, like hitting below the belt or closed fist punches and you pay a forfeit!’
Susan, stunned and pained, had though lost none of her anger,
Games, Fun Fights? What on earth was he talking about? How dare this vile boy invade her home like this, this was her home, her space! How DARE he march in here and assault her in this manner! Why did she hit him only the once, she was bigger than he, older than this boy, she should, Susan told herself, continued hitting him until he cried out for her to stop, then she would make him apologise for his actions and pay the penalty, well she wouldn’t make that mistake again!
Leaping from the bed Susan flew at her young adversary with in the manic rage of the homemaker protecting her self and her home.
With both hands Susan pummelled at Tommy, his face, arms, chest all subjected to wild open palmed and, despite his warning, closed fist blows in her desperate anger; in the back of her mind knowing that should she fail to remove this awful boy from her house the consequences for her could well be too awful to even contemplate.
But none of Susan’s blows were reciprocated, for with a fighter’s skill Tommy saw each blow coming; by moving his head from side to side Tommy caused the much taller woman’s slaps and punches to whiz past his head or land without effect upon his neck and shoulders as his strong wiry body maintained its position, blocking the doorway and with it any means of escape from Susan.
Of course a few of Susan’s blows were bound to find a target and eventually Tommy found himself tasting his won blood around his lips but still he was uncaring, knowing Susan Roberts would eventually pay a heavy price for such temerity, even her well aimed knee into his crotch made no difference, only paining Susan’s own knee when coming into contact with the box protector Tommy had decided he may well need this day.
Sooner or later of course Susan’s efforts had to take a toll on her stamina and, with the awful realisation her blows had hardly shifted Tommy from his position in the doorway, it wasn’t long before Susan’s energy sapping furious onslaught slowed to a trickle, her breathing became laboured, her arms heavy, for even a trained fighter can only keep up such a pace for so long.
So when Tommy suddenly surprised Susan by grabbing both her wrists and in one single movement trapping them behind Susan’s back before the now exhausted breathless housewife was powerless to escape when Tommy then closed one single hand over both Susan’s wrists in his vice like grip.
The effect was to pull the stunned housewife closer to him, crushing her against him whilst telling her.
‘You’ve had your go Mrs. Roberts, now it my turn, but first I said you pay a forfeit if you hit below the belt or make a fist, you did both so you pay two forfeits baby and this is the first.’
Suddenly Tommy’s spare hand was under Susan’s pleated white skirt and
once again Tommy was caressing Susan’s stocking clad thigh, but as he continued to hold the shaken and breathless Mother in his vice like grip his hand now roamed around to Susan’s curvy buttocks and Tommy, expecting his fingers to make contact with a pair of basic everyday panties was delighted to find his fingers pulling the small length of elastic constituting the back of the daring thong Susan had go daringly chosen for her shopping expedition, not for one moment of course thinking her little act of self indulgence could ever be so cruelly exposed in such a cruel intimate manner.
Susan could hardly believe what was happening to her, Tommy’s fingers were now almost caressing her pubic area after slipping between the elastic of her thong and her buttocks.
‘Jesus, if I had known you wore this sort of stuff I’d have jerked off over you even more Mrs. Roberts, I bet you wear this stuff whenever Tim’s friends come round the house, just so you can get yourself horny thinking about us, what we would give just to see Tim’s mum in her sexy underwear before playing with yourself in bed!
For Susan this was again all too much, but, exhausted and held as she was in Tommy’s vice like grip she could do nothing but scream a denial.
‘Oh my god no...For Gods sake no, I’d never dream of such a thing……..please Tommy, for Christ’s sake you young brute, let me go……..let me go now and we can forget about this, I told you my husband will be home very soon!.
The very fact she was actually looking down upon a much smaller adversary whilst knowing she could not escape him caused Susan to feel ashamed and inadequate.
With her hands trapped as they were Tommy could do whatever he wished with her, indeed, to her horror Tommy had now turned his attentions to the front of her tiny thong and was now caressing the tiny panel of black lace and then taunting his beautiful captive when telling Susan
‘This is what you’ve always wanted from Tim’s friends isn’t it Mrs. Roberts?
Susan, on the verge of tears again angrily denied that this was the case and then suddenly Tommy’s hand had left Susan’s most private of areas whilst at that very moment releasing his grip upon her wrists.
But before Susan could react to this sudden freedom of movement and with her wrists still behind her, Tommy’s hands had taken hold of the collar of her Red Satin Blouse. With a sudden forceful outward pull every single button on the front of her blouse flew away to reveal underneath Susan Roberts firm mature breasts only partly concealed by her lacy black push up bra. But Tommy did not stop there and as
The stunned housewife was just about to react to her freedom of movement the ripped blouse back over her shoulders and on down her arms, effectively leaving Susan unable to move arms again, imprisoned within the satin material.
‘That, Mrs Roberts was your second forfeit’ laughed Tommy as he gazed elatedly and eagerly at Susan’s firm mature breasts above the confines of her bra.
Frantically Susan tried to free her arms from the Red Blouse but the more she tried the harder it became and now she was at the mercy of both the leering and elated Tommy’s hands, indeed had already placed a hand under one of Susan’s Breasts, weighing and testing firmness of her Breast through the cup of the pretty Black Lace Bra encasing it.
‘This is what you have always dreamed of isn’t it Susie, one of Tim’s friends playing with your tits, come on admit it Susie, you’ve always wanted this to happen haven’t you? It’s why you dress in that sexy underwear Susie’
What wasn’t lost on Susan, even as she thought of new denials and demands that he leave immediately, was that Tommy, after so casually exploring her pubic area and breasts was no longer addressing her as ‘Mrs. Roberts’. Now it was the intimate familiarity of ‘Susie’, only ever used in moments of pleasure by her husband as she had always demanded friends and family call her Susan
And with a sickening realisation she knew Tommy was right, Susan did indeed have the occasional daydream about some of her Son’s friends, how they would react to the sight of her still impressive breasts, how it would feel if their young lips were suckling her easily responsive large nipples, wondering about the size of their cocks, about how they may taste in her mouth and in particular, how the cock of Tim’s best friend Kenny would feel inside her, pounding her in her own bedroom!.
But surely she was only human for gods sake, still a young woman with needs and desires not always catered for theses days by a very busy but loving husband.
Surely she was doing no more than Tim’s friends were doing themselves, merely fantasying about the so obviously unattainable. And most certainly she had never given Tommy a second thought in that department and Susan was dammed if she were going to do so now, or, even if he were groping her as if he owned her, answer his vulgar questions!
So Susan’s temper and anger flared dangerously, struggling to free her self despite Tommy once again gripping her arms she shouted and screamed
‘For god sake LET ME GO you perverted bastard, WAIT TILL MY HUSBAND GETS HERE…stop this and let me go, HOW DARE YOU TREAT ME LIKE THIS, TOUCH ME LIKE THIS YOU ANNIMAL, YOU FUCKING BASTARD!
’Then came the sickening open palmed slap to her cheek, silencing Susan before a blow to her stomach sent her flying further than before until she lay in a heap at the head of her sons’ bed, there to lay, arms behind her back, her white shirt almost around her trim waist, displaying both stocking tops, suspender clips and the beginning of her tiny black thong.
Susan’s tattered and torn red blouse was unable to prevent Tommy’s lustful, watchful eyes studying her firm mature bra encased Breasts as they rose almost pneumatically up and down to Susan’s breathlessness.
Three
Revenge on his
Parents
His cock now rock hard, Tommy was enjoying and relishing the very same astonishing sense of power and control he first experienced when treating his own Mother in the same manner after being subjected to so many years of abuse…………………………………
The day he had beaten, stripped and broken his terrified Mother, his cock hard and throbbing, inspecting her as he inspected Susan now, her clothing also tattered and torn, knowing he could whatever he wished with her.
That day Tommy had arrived home to find yet another Man leaving the house, obviously his Mother had ‘entertained’ yet another client supplied by his father and Tommy had made some careless remark about not wishing to see his Mother ‘clients’ when he came home from school when she had flew at him once more.
But this time Tommy, after letting his Mother rain the usual blows upon him had then given her a taste of her own medicine and two fierce slaps to her cheeks and one punch to the stomach had sent her sprawling onto the faded carpet.
Although he felt calm and controlled Tommy could not believe his cock was shooting to attention as he looked down upon his pained and shocked Mother, herself now looking up at him in sudden fearful understanding as he began unbuckling and removing the belt he had taken from his Father the previous day..
Suddenly Tommy’s Mother understood where her husband’s broken nose and blackened eyes had come from, why he had not as usual shown in her latest client and been in his ‘Workshop’ to watch over her.
Tommy’s Mother knew at that moment her husbands injuries were not, as he had claimed, from a bar brawl but from her Son giving him the same treatment Tommy had metered out to her.
At least his Mother had taken her ‘punishment’ with a resigned acceptance, unlike his Father who cringed in the corner of his ‘workshop’ begging for mercy as Tommy, for the first time ever entered his Fathers ‘workshop, in fact a room adjoining his parents Bedroom, always previously locked to him.
The previous day, the day Tommy decided he would never again take the crap and violence he parents so easily handed him and with his Mother out for the day Tommy had found the key in the pocket of his sleeping father and entered what his father had always claimed to be his ‘workshop’.
But when entering the room Tommy had been astonished to find not a workshop but a small ‘lounge’ with easy chairs and a table littered with Pornographic Bondage and BDSM magazines, DVD’s and videos.
But Perhaps the most conspicuous item was the Video Camera, set and a on a tripod and pointing at a large window looking straight into his parents Bedroom, the window Tommy was to discover was actually a two way mirror positioned opposite the large Bed where his Mother ‘entertained’ her clients.
Then from the doorway came the familiar voice of his drunken father unbuckling the wide brown leather belt.
The belt he always wore and had always beaten Tommy with.
‘Well boy, you like the ‘workshop’? well boy, some one has to keep eyes out for your slut Mummy, make sure those guys don’t get too carried away when they whip her, but you should not be in this room you little fucking creep, you were told this room was always out of bounds to you and what do you go and do?, that’s right you little bag of shit and piss, you go and steal the key from my pocket, well, seems you have a hell of a good hiding coming to you Tommy boy!
Tommy had never felt such a feeling of composure come upon him, his alert eyes watched his Father raising the belt to him and, just as his Father raised the belt over his head Tommy’s fist shot out to deliver the perfect blow upon his Fathers nose, breaking it instantly.
Before his Father even realised what was happening Tommy began to carefully and accurately rain blow after blow upon his Father after taking from him the ancient Leather belt he always had used when beating his son, the Belt Tommy’s Father had taken from his own grandfather on his deathbed, the Hall Family Belt.
Within seconds Tommy’s father was a bloody, broken wreck, cowering in a corner of the room, begging his son to stop the beating, his hands covering his face only for Tommy, his mind calm and breathing easily to switch his attack to his Fathers Body before, when thinking he had done enough, kicking his prostrate Father between the legs, smiling in approval as the older man squealed like a stuck pig.
Tommy, picking up his Fathers discarded belt, the symbol of power in the Hall household, then slashed the cruel leather across the face of his Father who by then had been looking fearfully up toward his son. Tommy thought his Fathers screaming would be heard by all the neighbours but he cared not one jot..
‘Now listen to me good old Man’ began Tommy as his Father again begged him to stop
‘This is my room now, I keep the key, also you never touch Mum again, not only that But from now on you still get the guys to see to her but I let them in and I take the cash from her, you got that, your nothing now, just a piece of trash’
Broken and defeated, Tommy’s father nodded his aching head in defeated misery before Tommy kicked him out of the room.
The following day Tommy had held the very same belt over his Mother whilst ripping to shreds her ‘Working Costume’ of tight red dress and lacy quarter cup bra, black stockings and suspenders and it came as no surprise to Tommy to discover his Mother wore no thong or panties.
The beating Tommy had given his Mother with his father’s belt was severe but he had been careful and controlled enough to whip the leather only over her Buttocks, back and thighs knowing it would be best if, outwardly at least his Mother was unmarked.
Looking down at his near naked mother after completing the controlled beating Tommy knew his throbbing aching cock needed release, and quickly.
Tommy’s mother had somehow known this, waited for it even with watchful, even lustful eyes that now held a newfound fear and respect for her son.
Tommy had been tempted, for his Mother was still a good looking woman in body at least and it would have been so easy for him to take her in any and every manner he desired as she lay there.
But Tommy decided the best punishment would be to leave her like that, fearful in the knowledge her son could, at any time, change his mind and take her, his own Mother.
After that day things changed in the household. Tommy was in charge now; his father avoided him whenever possible and was wary and respectful when they were together.
As for Tommy’s Mother, she now handed over to him all the cash given her by the ‘clients’ his Father still provided to supplement the family income and her own growing drug dependency, now treating Tommy pretty much as the head of the household.
Tommy in turn had first allowed his Mother the cash to buy the ‘Big H’ she needed before with growing confidence he began buying her ‘fixes’ himself at a discounted rate, for Tommy was now becoming feared not just at school but also around the neighbourhood and, although only ever taking a toke of cannabis himself soon learned all he needed to know about the power of drugs over the human mind.
But now Tommy also had his needs, albeit his newly discovered need, his overwhelming desire to dominate and chastise and subjugate
So after that first time Tommy had continued to strip and beat his mother on the buttocks and back a regular basis with the leather belt, soon discovering that far from being fearful and revolted by her Son beating his own Mother, her breathing always became heavier and her eyes distant.
It wasn’t long before Tommy worked out his mother was in fact ‘enjoying’ the pain, that her distant pleading eyes were actually pleading with her son to take her.
But Tommy had always held back and frustratingly relieved himself later, by his own hand, in his own room.
These actions suddenly become far more enjoyable to Tommy after his first sighting of Susan Roberts, the beautiful Mother of Tim one of the kids at his school and a parent governor to boot!
Incredibly Mrs. Roberts and his Mother could have been sisters. Aside from Susan being a couple of inches taller they were both raven haired with faces that bore a remarkable similarity, only the worry lines and the years of abuse both self and otherwise inflicted caused his Mother to look that much older, when Mrs. Roberts must have been at least the same 38 years as his Mother, after all, as Tommy had later discovered, Tim had a nineteen year old sister, Sandra, a younger spitting image of her Mother who had certainly not escaped from Tommy’s fantasies and thoughts either.
As Tommy now had a thorough and intimate knowledge of his Mothers body he was not slow in noting that underneath her practical black business suit Mts. Roberts was every bit as curvaceous as his Mother.
Every time Tommy had given his Mother one of her now regular beatings he would now take his throbbing erection and retire to his room, there to relieve his aching with visions of the beautiful and naked Mrs. Susan Roberts sucking his cock whilst trembling in fear of another beating from his belt.
Eventually his masturbating over Susan Roberts a couple of times a week became every night, as did the beatings he gave his Mother, a necessity prior to Tommy’s fantasising over Susan.
But soon Tommy knew he needed more, his visions of Susan were too remote, too impersonal, after all he had seen her only the once and then only for a couple of minutes at school.
But Mrs. Roberts was a middle class housewife from the better side of town; downbeat kids like Tommy didn’t get invites there to her house that was or sure.
So it was by sheer good fortune Tommy came across Tim Roberts getting the hell of a hiding from two of the school bullies.
Normally Tommy wouldn’t have bothered, may have even joined the bullies in giving a middle class kid a good kicking, but suddenly he saw an opportunity opening up before his eyes, he would become the protector of Tim Roberts and earn his unending gratitude.
A few seconds later the bullies were running away, wanting no confrontations with a mad kid like Tommy Hall and Tom Roberts was thanking Tommy, telling him the youths had been making his life hell every day.
‘Not any longer’ Tommy had replied
Soon Tommy, although not to the universal approval of Tim’s other friends, had his first invite to the Roberts house and his long awaited introduction to Tim’s beautiful Mum, even shaking her soft manicured hand and that night, her image fresh in his mind Tommy had masturbated over Susan as never before, god he had even seen her black Bra and the outline of what seemed to be a great pair of tits through her blouse, only looking away when Susan became obviously discomforted to his staring, even then Tommy had looked up and smiled almost evilly at the much taller Susan
Tim was always happy to offer his protector invites and so Tommy’s visits to the Roberts house became more and more frequent as, with Tim’s other pals they hung around the Huge TV set in the lounge or in Tim’s own room across the hall from Susan’s bedroom, the room one day, while Tim was taking a shower, Tommy had snuck into, finding what he was looking for in the second drawer he opened and a tiny of Susan’s soon found its way into Tommy’s pocket
But, although being able to see more and more of Tim’s beautiful Mum and despite his unrelenting masturbation to her image, the results of which now covered Susan’s stolen thong, the smart detached house in the wealthy middle class suburb had also caused Tommy to questions his own dilapidated surroundings.
Even disregarding the fact she was a happily married woman, To Tommy Susan Roberts would always be just a fantasy because of what he was and where he came from
At first Tommy had blamed his parents for this impasse, his lowly upbringing, and soon his Father was subjected to Tommy’s violence on a regular basis, in fact every time he returned home from a visit to Tim’s house. As he was still beating his Mother on a regular basis he could do very little but increase the levels of punishment he gave her.
But when no matter how hard he tried to ingratiate himself with Susan Roberts it always seemed that she held herself back from Tommy, far more so than with Tim’s other friends, certainly more so with the likes of Kenny whose crotch Tommy had been convinced Susan was studying when Kenny was looking elsewhere.
So Tommy had soon formed the somewhat mistaken idea Susan Roberts was looking down upon him, looking down upon his upbringing, looking down upon his limited prospects.
Eventually, instead of blaming his parents for his upbringing and limited prospects, Mrs. Susan Roberts became the source of Tommy’s anger, how dare the stuck up middle class bitch look down upon the likes of Tommy Hall and his family, we do what we have to do to survive
Lying in bed one night after his latest visit to Tim’s place, his cock rock hard and throbbing after taking the belt to his Mother, Tommy, instead of Masturbating to Susan’s vision as he had always done with her in her own Bedroom and surrounded by all her beautiful and expensive things, saw Susan instead as he had left his Mother, bruised and naked upon a filthy carpet, shooting up some ‘H’ before ‘dressing’ in cheap erotic underwear in readiness to perform for her next ‘trick’
………How she would suffer then? How would the wealthy and spoilt Mrs. Susan Roberts cope with the nightly beatings, not only from Tommy and perhaps his Mother, but also from the ‘clients’ he and his Mother would provide for her.? How would Susan deal with her cravings for more ‘H’?
How would Susan respond to having Tommy’s mother as her ‘Madam’, scolding and beating her after not putting enough action into her ‘performances?
Tommy’s cock became harder still at these thoughts, even the blessed relief of shooting his semen into what passes for Susan’s Mouth, in fact a photo he stole from her bedroom, failed to suppress the almost inconceivable plans taking shape in his mind.
He, Tommy Hall would bring the beautiful but uppity bitch Mrs. Susan Roberts all the way down to the level of his Mother, the consequences, for consequences their would surly be, mattered not to Tommy for he long ago decided he had no real future, but he could and would decide the future of Susan Roberts and maybe even her bitch daughter Sandra!
That night Tommy lay awake all night for it would take some clever planning to achieve his objective so best start now………………………………………….
Four
A spiral of
depravity
Looking down upon Susan Roberts’s battered semi naked body Tommy decided she would be getting far more in the way of punishment than he had ever subjected to his Mother and not just for her display of Violence and lying disobedience.
When first ringing Susan’s doorbell Tommy had known almost to the second just how much time he had to set in motion turning his long time fantasy and subsequent planning. Having lived this day and over and over again in his mind for so long Tommy fully intended to use every last second available to him.
And So far things had gone exactly as Tommy intended, his quarry, his objective; the beautiful Mrs. Susan Roberts lay as planned, in her son’s room upon her son’s bed, almost revealing to him the very assets he had for so many nights masturbated over.
Slowly Susan had regained her senses. Despite realising her partial nakedness was clearly visible to Tommy’s watchful eyes Susan was unable to cover herself as she struggled to free her arms from the constricting sleeves of her torn and ruined blouse.
Tears formed in her eyes, not just from her pained face and stomach, for there was Susan knew, no longer any point in attempting to cover her semi nakedness, he had for the time being at least broken her resistance and Susan knew she was powerless, he could and would do whatever he wished with her now.
So it came almost as almost a relief to Susan when Tommy eventually completed his gratuitous and lustful inspection of her beautiful semi naked body, but her relief was short lived Tommy stepped back and closed and locked the bedroom door before placing the key in his Jeans pocket and moving toward her
Suddenly Susan was aware of the blade in Tommy’s hand.
Still fighting to free arms she feared her worst nightmare was about to become reality when Tommy, with calm leisurely movements approached the Bed where Susan now frozen in fear, cowered against the headboard and fearing the worst as Tommy pulled out the waistband of Susan’s pleated white skirt before running the razor sharp black hem to hem, splitting her skirt in two before ripping the garment from underneath the shocked Susan’s body and discarding the garment in the corner of her son’s bedroom, leaving the terrified housewife cringing in fear on her son’s bed
The effect upon Tommy, seeing for the first time Susan wearing just her Bra lace Bra, white suspender belt, thong and flesh stockings was immediate; his cock was harder than ever as he struggled to maintain his composure and more importantly his self control, for Susan Roberts looked more beautiful than Tommy had ever imagined during any of his masturbation, a beauty only enhance by the look of sheer terror upon her pretty face as she stared up at Tommy
Susan’s thoughts of one of her son’s friends raping her was bad enough, but the idea of being taken and defiled in her son’s room was more than Susan could bear and, despite her pain and fear Susan began shaking her head.
‘No, please god no, not in here, for the love of God not in my Sons room’
The pain, when, as she thought he would, Tommy grabbed Susan by her long
Luxurious hair and bent her face up toward his crotch, was quite bearable really and perhaps in other circumstance Susan would even have deemed it playful
Susan eyes watched Tommy’s fingers first unbuckle and then remove his large studded leather belt, cursing her self for a moment of stupidly when wondering just how big, or small Tommy’s cock would be before he pushed it into her mouth.
But the idea of raping Susan had never been a part of Tommy’s plans for simply raping her would have been far too easy and at odds with his plans for Susan.
No, Tommy Hall had decided to embark Mrs. Susan Roberts on a journey intended to ensure she would eventually not only be totally reliant upon Tommy himself, but also totally under his control!
End of Part One
To
be continued
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