Brian, a man with a body that still held the fading emblems of his youthful athleticism, stood in the kitchen, his eyes glazed over by the mundane rhythm of a weekday evening.
His salt and pepper hair was neatly combed back, and the stubble on his chin whispered a promise of a shave tomorrow.
The room was bathed in the sterile glow of the fluorescent lights, reflecting off the stainless steel appliances. The smell of simmering spaghetti sauce filled the air, mingling with the faint scent of sweat from his day’s work.
His mind wandered to the game he’d watched with his son, Rob, earlier, the echoes of their laughter and cheers a stark contrast to the silence that now enveloped him.
Ivy, his wife of twenty years, bustled into the room, her auburn hair cascading over her shoulders as she draped a towel over the countertop.
She was a woman whose beauty had ripened with age, her curves more pronounced and her smile lines more deeply etched.
Despite the exhaustion that painted her features, she still managed to radiate a warmth that made the room feel more like home. Her eyes, a soft brown, searched the kitchen for something to occupy her hands.
“Need help?” Brian offered, snapping out of his reverie.
“Just the salad,” she replied, her voice a melody that had long ago become the background to their lives. “The kids should be down any minute.”
Their daughters, Janice and Carlene, were upstairs, their youthful giggles and the thumping of their music a gentle reminder of the life that pulsed through the veins of their suburban sanctuary.
Janice, the younger of the two, was a carbon copy of Ivy with her long auburn hair and infectious laughter. Carlene, the older and more independent, had her father’s piercing blue eyes and a sharp wit that could cut through any tension.
The front door slammed shut, the sound slicing through the quietude like a gunshot.
Rob, tall and lanky with a mop of unruly hair, stomped into the room. The scent of freshly cut grass clinging to him like a second skin.
He was followed by Janice who had come down the stairs, her nose buried in a book, and Carlene, who trailed behind, her earbuds a silent declaration of her current sonic sanctuary.
They were all blissfully oblivious to the chaos that was about to invade their world, shattering the illusion of their safe haven into a million jagged pieces.
It was in that moment, as the family of five gathered around the dinner table, that the night took a dark and twisted turn.
The door to the dining room burst open, and two figures, their faces obscured by ski masks, stormed in with the suddenness of a storm.
Grant, the taller of the two, towered over the family, his eyes gleaming with a malicious excitement. The shorter one, Gary, had a cruel smirk playing on his lips, his eyes roving over the women with a hunger that made Brian’s stomach churn.
“You’re all going to do exactly as we say,” Grant barked, the sound of his voice like nails on a chalkboard. “Don’t think about calling the cops or trying anything stupid. We’ve got this whole place wired. You make a wrong move, and boom—no more family dinner.”
Brian’s heart hammered in his chest like a caged animal desperate for escape as he took in the scene. The two strangers were armed, their weapons a stark contrast to the pastel-colored walls that had once whispered sweet nothings of comfort and security.
His gaze darted to his family, his eyes pleading for a miracle that wouldn’t come. The invaders’ intentions were as clear as the fear that etched its way into each family member’s soul.
The air grew thick with tension; the only sound the muffled cries of the women and the ragged breaths of the men.
Grant’s eyes narrowed, and he pointed the barrel of his gun at Rob. “We are all going to have a little fun”, he said with a smirk on his face.
“At least we’ll have fun”, replied Gary. “But you might enjoy it as well, especially if you do what we say without complaining!”
“To start, you son, take your mother’s clothes off,” he ordered, his voice cutting like a serrated knife. “And do it nice and slow, or I’ll do it for you.”
The world around them seemed to slow to a crawl.
Rob looked at first to his father, and then to his darling mother. His mother had always been his ideal woman and while he had harboured erotic incestuous thoughts about her, he never really gave serious thought to carrying any out.
His mother spoke up. “Robbie, do what they say, we don’t want trouble so let’s just get through this together.”
“Mum!” Both sister spoke in almost unison. “Shut up you two”, Gary snapped. “Your turns are coming.”
The two girls looked at each other, then at their father. Brian went to step between the men and his daughter’s. Grant pointed the gun at Brian’s chest and he stopped dead in his tracks.
“Wise decision dad” Gary said while laughing.
Turning to Rob he said, “get going boy, no more fucking around!”
Rob’s hand trembled, reaching out to his mother’s blouse. Each button that popped open was a silent scream in the night, echoing through the house like a funeral dirge. The invaders’ eyes feasted on the sight, their hunger growing with each inch of exposed skin.
Ivy’s cheeks were stained with tears, but she remained stoic, her eyes boring into her son’s soul. Her strength was a beacon in the gathering storm, a silent testament to the love that bound them all together.
It wasn’t just the two men that watched as Ivy’s clothing fall away.
Standing in her matching bra and panties, the room grew colder, the air thick with a tension that could have suffocated a lesser family.
“Keep going boy, you haven’t finished yet!” Gary snapped.
Ivy started to reach behind her back to undo her bra, when Grant growled, “Hey mum, stop! Let your boy do it, let him be a real man.”
Ivy stood still as her son moved behind her, and with shaking hands he undid her bra. It fell to the ground, and without thinking her son put his hands around her, cupping both her breasts, while his breath grew ragged.
“Way to go”, Grant cried. “Now move around the front of your yummy mummy and take those panties down – with your teeth.”
“Just do it baby, get it over with” his mother whispered.
Kneeling down, he took the top of his mothers white lace panties in his moth, and slowly pulled them down until he released them letting them drop to the floor.
“Now boy, we want to see you put your tongue in your mothers cunt. Do it, now!”
As Robert moved his mouth closer to the one thing he had dreamed he would never see, let alone taste, his mother held his head gently and pulled him toward her.
“Just do it Robbie, just do it and let’s get over it.”
Rob couldn’t believe the amazing armour coming from his mothers pussy. Tentatively he put his tongue out and licked around her blonde haired sacred place.
“For god’s sake son’ stick it in her”, Gary demanded, or, she will feel the butt of my gun.
Rob started to lick but then an unknown force took over, something primeval, and he began to lick, suck and feel the insides of his mothers pussy, which already was starting to produce a sweet liquid which drove him on.
Brian’s fingers clenched as he heard his wife start to gasp, and pant and then, she screamed, “Ohhh god, I’m going to cum, I’m going to cum on my son’s face.
She slid to the floor with her son feverishly trying to lap up every drop of her beautiful female cum.
In the meantime, the invaders’ gazes shifted to Janice and Carlene, who were huddled together, their trembling bodies a symphony of fear and innocence lost. The horror of what was happening painted their faces in stark, unforgettable strokes.
“Your turn, Daddy,” Grant sneered, turning his attention to Brian. “Show us what you’re really made of. Take off those little bitches’ clothes.”
Brian’s hand clenched into fists, his jaw tight as he met the cold steel of the gun pointed at his head. He knew the score, and the thought of touching his daughters in such a way made bile rise in his throat. But the fear of losing them was stronger, a monstrous beast that whispered in his ear, promising a fate far worse than this.
With a resentful snarl, he reached out to his older daughter, Carlene. His eyes avoiding hers. The fabric of her shirt slid under his trembling fingers, the warmth of her skin a stark reminder of the unspeakable act he was about to commit. He peeled it away, revealing her black nylon bra, her breasts rising and falling with her rapid breaths.
Then, he unzipped her skirt, revealing that his older daughter was wearing matching black nylon panties.
“Look at that dad, said Gary, she has matching bra and panties, just for you!”
Next was Janice, whose eyes blazed with a mix of fear and defiance. She stood tall, her body rigid. Her father removed her blouse revealing that she didn’t have a bra on. Her small pert breasts stood firm.
“What a slut”, said Gary, look dad, no bra, just her little titties.
Brian undid her pants, sliding them down her legs until she too was in her panties.. The sight of his daughters so exposed, so vulnerable, was a dagger to his heart, twisting and tearing at the very fabric of his being.
The room was a cacophony of weeping and the harsh, ragged breaths of the men who had invaded their lives. The dinner table, once a symbol of unity and love, was now a stage for a twisted play of power and fear.
The smell of the spilled spaghetti sauce mingled with the metallic scent of the guns, creating a noxious cocktail that made the air feel thick and unwelcoming.
Grant’s eyes glittered with perverse excitement as he took in the sight of the half-dressed girls.
Robert was still on the floor with his naked mother who was holding him tight, ignoring what her son had done and the fact that her breasts were in his face.
“Good boy,” he mocked, patting Brian on the back with the butt of his gun. “Now, let’s get to the main course.” He grabbed Janice by the arm, his grip tight and painful.
“You,” he sneered, pointing at Janice, “get on the table. And you,” he said to Rob, “you’re going to watch your little sister get fucked by your old man.”
Janice’s eyes widened in terror, and she looked to her mother for help, but Ivy could only offer a silent, tearful nod of encouragement.
The weight of the world pressed down on her as she climbed onto the dinner table, her legs trembling like a leaf in a hurricane. The coolness of the wood sent shivers up her spine, and she clutched her book tightly to her chest, a pathetic shield against the horrors that awaited her.
Brian felt the rage boiling in his veins, a volcanic force that threatened to consume him. He knew he had to do something, anything, to stop this nightmare from unfolding. But the gun at the base of his skull was a stark reminder of his helplessness. With a heavy heart, he stepped towards the table, his eyes never leaving Janice’s.
“Take it easy,” he murmured, his voice hoarse with emotion. “Just do as they say, baby.”
Carlene’s hand reached out and found Janice’s, their fingers entwining in a silent promise of strength. The bond between them, forged in shared childhood memories and whispered secrets, was the only thing that seemed real in this surreal hell.
As Brian moved closer, his daughter’s gaze never left his, her love and desperation a silent plea.
She knew this wasn’t him that he was a puppet dancing to their twisted tune. With a trembling hand, she reached out to touch his arm, her fingertips brushing against his skin in a silent apology.
The invaders’ eyes grew darker with anticipation, their smirks growing wider with each step closer to their depraved goal.
The room was a pressure cooker, ready to explode at any moment, and the only thing keeping the lid on was the sheer terror that held each of them captive.
Janice bit her lip, as her father leaned forward, her eyes squeezed shut, as if by not looking, she could make it all go away. For Brian, the sight of his youngest daughters’ almost naked body was a wound that would never heal, a scar that would mar their souls forever.
With a sickening finality, Grant pushed Janice onto the floor and ripped her panties away, leaving her completely exposed. “Get on with it,” he growled, his voice thick with lust. “We don’t have all night.”
Brian looked at his wife, her eyes brimming with a silent prayer for mercy. He knew he had to do this, to protect their children, to keep them alive no matter the cost.
With a heavy sigh, he lowered his pants, the reality of the situation crashing down on him like a ton of bricks.
The room was a tableau of despair, each member of the family caught in the web of the invaders’ depravity. The only thing left was to endure and hope for the light at the end of this endless, dark tunnel.
The first touch was like a bolt of lightning, searing through the air and setting every nerve in Janice’s body alight. Her eyes flew open, and she let out a gasp that was half shock, half horror. The world around her swam, the edges of her vision blurring into a sea of tears.
“Look at me,” Brian whispered, his voice a lifeline in the storm. “Look at me, darling.”
Her gaze found his, and she clung to it like it was her last thread of sanity. In his eyes, she saw the love and the torment, the desperation and the fury. He was her rock in this tempest, and she had to believe that together, they could weather this unspeakable act.
With a trembling hand, Brian touched her, the roughness of his thumb tracing her lower lip as he leaned in, whispering words of comfort that were drowned by the roaring in her ears.
to the ice that gripped her soul. She knew he didn’t want this, that this was a dance of survival, a macabre tango to the tune of the invaders’ whims.
The sound of fabric sliding against skin was the only music in the room, a symphony of dread that made Janice’s heart race like a wild animal’s. She felt her father’s hand at her thigh, urging her to open for him, and she bit back a scream. Her eyes never left his, and she whispered a silent prayer for strength, for this to be over quickly.
As he pushed into her, the pain was a searing brand, burning away the last vestiges of her innocence. Her eyes watered, and she bit her lip until she tasted blood, her nails digging into the wood of the dinner table. She could hear the ragged breaths of her mother and sister, as her father was forced to perform an unspeakable act, and she wished she could cover her ears and make it all go away.
But she couldn’t. Instead, she focused on the love in her father’s eyes, the way his hand trembled as he held her, the gentle way he whispered her name as he took her virginity.
It was a perverse parody of the first time she’d ever been with a man, and she clung to the hope that somehow, somewhere in this act of violence, she could find a semblance of purity, of the love she knew her parents had for her.
The room spun around her, a kaleidoscope of fear and pain. The only thing that kept her grounded was the feel of her sister’s hand in hers, the silent promise that they would get through this together. The thrusts grew more urgent, the pain a living, breathing entity that consumed her.
And then it was over, the world coming back into focus with a jarring abruptness that made her want to scream. She lay there, her legs trembling, as her father pulled out of her, the evidence of her lost innocence spilling onto the cold, unforgiving table.
The invaders watched with greedy eyes, their hunger for control and humiliation still not satiated.
“Now, son,” Grant said, his voice a slithering snake, “you know how it’s done. It’s your turn to show us what you’ve got but, with your other sister.”
Rob looked at his mother, his eyes filled with a mix of horror and despair. He knew he had to do this, knew that his refusal would only lead to worse.
The room was a silent scream, a frozen moment in time that seemed to stretch on forever. The weight of their predicament was a heavy shroud that wrapped around them, choking the air from their lungs.
As the fabric slid down Carlene’s legs, she felt a piece of herself die, a part of her soul that would never be reborn. But she also felt a spark of anger, a flame that grew with every second that ticked by. This was not their world, not their life, and she would not let them win, not without a fight.
The invaders watched, their grins widening as Carlene’s nakedness was revealed to the world. The room grew smaller, the air thicker, as the inevitable approached like a freight train with no brakes.
Ivy stood up, not caring about her nakedness, her daughters were being violated, and in front of her.
Brian’s hand found Ivy’s shoulder, his grip firm and reassuring. In that moment, she knew she had to be strong, not just for herself, but for her children. With a deep breath, she pushed herself up from the floor, her dignity in tatters but her spirit unbroken.
The two men, the monsters in their midst, were momentarily startled by her defiance. But their shock was short-lived, and their grins returned, twisted and triumphant. “On your knees,” Grant barked, and with a nauseating sense of dĂ©jĂ vu, Ivy found herself on the cold tiles, her trembling legs folded beneath her.
“Look at your mother,” he sneered at Rob. “Forget your sister, let’s see you make her feel like a real woman. She seems eager enough!”
The room was a cacophony of emotions—fear, anger, despair—but the only sound that mattered was the heavy thud of Rob’s heart as he stepped closer to her. His eyes searched hers, looking for a sign, a spark of resistance or a plea for mercy. But all he found was a fierce determination that mirrored his own.
With a trembling hand, he reached for her hand, his gaze never leaving hers. His mothers pussy was wet with her arousal, a testament to the depraved situation they were forced into. As he pulled them down, Ivy felt a piece of her soul tear away, leaving a gaping wound that would never truly heal.
Her breasts swayed with the tremors that racked her body, and she couldn’t help but feel a deep sense of violation as her son’s eyes took in her most intimate parts.
But she knew that this was survival, a twisted game they had to play to keep their lives. And so she took a deep, shuddering breath, and she waited.
“Good boy,” Grant taunted, his voice a slithering serpent in the room. “Now, fuck her like you mean it.”
The weight of the gun against the back of his head was the only motivation Rob needed. He knew if he didn’t, the consequences would be dire. With a final look into his mother’s eyes, he positioned himself behind her, his cock hard and ready despite the horror of it all.
The first thrust was like a knife in the dark, a sudden and brutal intrusion that made her cry out. But she bit her lip and held back the tears, focusing on the love in Rob’s eyes, the silent promise that this wasn’t his doing.
His hands were gentle on her hips, guiding her as he pushed into her, and she clenched around him, her body responding despite her mind’s protests.
Her son started sobbing. Thinking he was distressed his mother whispered,” It’s ok my son, just be a little more gentle and imagine I’m your girlfriend”.
But Robert was sobbing for that reason, his heart was elated for his biggest fantasy was coming true. He was about to enter the very passage that had given him birth. He, Robert, was about to fuck his mother, to go where no son should ever go.
The combination of pure lust and the esotericism of the forbidden drove him on.
Their rhythm grew faster, the sound of their skin slapping against each other a grim counterpoint to the sobs that filled the room.
Janice and Carlene held each other tightly, their own violations a silent testament to the depth of their pain.
But amidst the horror, there was a flicker of hope. The bond between mother and son had not been severed. It was twisted, yes, but it remained, a beacon in the storm of their despair.
As they moved together in that terrible dance, Ivy felt a strange sense of closeness to Rob, a shared strength that was born of the darkest of moments.
Their eyes remained locked, a silent communication that spoke volumes. Love, anger, regret, and fear—all swirled in their gazes, a silent conversation that transcended the obscenity of their actions.
Without a second thought Ivy bought her mouth to her sons. At first it was a gently kiss, suggestive of a mothers love. Then, her tongue found his and they swirled into a passion of not mother and son, but that of lovers.
And when Rob finally climaxed, his face a mask of agony and release, she felt a strange sense of relief. It was over. For now.