MOM'S POST-APOCALYPTIC DEBAUCHERY

The year 2035

It's hard to comprehend how fast the world has changed over the past few months. I still find it so hard to believe that all our lives had been perfectly normal, until about six months ago.

When the initial news of the viral outbreak hit the news channel, I remember the day like it was yesterday.

It was my 19th birthday. I was relaxing on the couch at our home, heartily savoring the blueberry muffins mom had specially baked for me that day. College was about to start and I was looking forward to it. Mom was in the kitchen, cooking up her special spaghetti with meatballs.

It was my first birthday since dad had passed away. And Mom, well, she looked truly happy after a long time.

My mother, Mrs. Diane Renshaw, was the perfect religious housewife. Like the "Saying prayer before eating food" kind of religious. She cooked for us, took care of the home while dad was away for work and I was at school and helped me with my homework. She made sure we attended the Church on Sundays. She ensured that I had a decent upbringing. She had always been fiercely protective of me and the family.

She also had a very high reputation in the neighborhood.

But her kind nature and motherly attitude never went well with the other guys at school.

Now, I am a very average kind of guy. As average as one can be. With no special interest in any kinds of sports, pimple-studded face, and love handles, I had no distinctive features to make the girls swoon all over me.

But what made me special was my mom. Standing at 5'8", she was very often referred to as the "Dream MILF" by people at my school. Even though she always wore conservative clothes, which exposed the minimum of her body, the boys never failed to gawk at her.

Her long luscious blonde hair came down in waves, you can get lost in her deep blue eyes. Her smile was of the most innocent and kindest ones. Her perfect sharp nose and beautiful jawline made her look like a benevolent queen.

My seniors and even some of my batchmates would intentionally attend Sunday Mass just to look at her. They would hang around our house for some extra time even after school hours, pretending to play with me. But their ulterior motive was seeing Mom in any kind of risqué clothing.

Unfortunately for them, Mom always maintained courtesy and never gave them what they wanted so badly. She always gave an affectionate smile and baked for them now and then, but would never entertain them.

Now, this has instilled in me a fetish for my Mom since like... forever. I would sneak in the washroom and probe into her dirty linens, looking for her discarded underwear.

Her size was 36D-24-37. Perfectly well proportioned. Even though I would have given anything to see her naked, yet I never got that sweet chance. Instead, I lay in my bed imagining my mom's hot naked body and jerking off.

She had an extremely well-maintained figure, sometimes the clothes clung to her body, giving us a vague outline of her physique. But imagination can only go so far.

Now coming to the real story, our world turned upside down when dad suddenly died after a freak accident last year. It was hard, especially for mom.

She seemed to fumble with her faith.

She would spend hours sitting at the same place, staring blankly at the ceiling. It was as if she could not even imagine a life without him. She would kneel for hours in front of the crucifix, asking God why He had taken away the love of her life.

Even after Father Jonathan's repeated preachings to have faith in His judgment, she didn't seem to budge.

With the encouragement of a few of her friends, she joined a Support Group for grieving widows. Slowly she started to recover. I could now see that decision bearing fruits. Mom was in a state of bliss after a long while.

She still wore the silver cross on her neck though, but her faith seemed to have wavered.

But who knew our newfound happiness would be so short-lived.

I remember that fateful day, I was watching baseball and while I was skimming through the channels, I froze on the Primetime News.

The news headline caught my attention. It read, "Breaking News: Zombie Virus Outbreak in Japan".

Intrigued, I kept on listening. The reporter rambled on, "And in another story, there have been reports from Japan of a virus turning people into mindless flesh-eaters. Doctors say that infected people are initially showing signs of fever, headache, muscle ache, followed by marked aggression and violence. In the later stages, they are said to be reduced to mindless freaks. The Government is hastily trying to identify active cases and putting them into quarantine. Scientists are frantically trying to figure out how it is spreading and if there is a cure for this disease. But till now details are very unclear."

I shouted, "Hey mom, did you hear that? Looks like there is going to be a zombie apocalypse soon."

Mom chuckled jokingly, 'so, it seems like your lifelong dream is going to come true after all, Alex. Looking forward to bashing some zombie brains, are we sonny?"

Both of us broke out into laughter.

"Now come on, these meatballs are getting cold," she shouted. And I shut down the TV, thinking it to be another propaganda by the fake news army.

But I was so wrong.

Before we even knew it, the virus had spread like wildfire. With an almost 100% fatality rate and a secondary infectivity rate of over 95%, it reached the US within just one month.

Scientists and doctors all over the world did not even realize what had hit them.

Since the day the news first made headlines, the TVs and social media were active for hardly another 3 more weeks. After that, there was a worldwide blackout. It was almost like the Stone Age.

In the 3 weeks leading up to the global network blackout, we had bits and pieces of information about the Virus.

It had originated in a highly clandestine laboratory in Japan, with the code name X-24. The virus was still in its early developmental stage. Somehow, it had contaminated the laboratory despite maintaining the highest standards of Biosafety Levels, and very soon it had leaked and infected almost half the population of Tokyo within one day.

The Japanese had originally intended to use the virus for military purposes. Their sole aim was to take over the minds of their soldiers to turn them into mindless killing machines without a moral compass. Less PTSD, less guilt, the works.

But things had suddenly gotten out of hand on an unimaginable scale. Entire cities were being quarantined, people were frantically trying to get away from Japan.

All this chaos helped the virus spread faster. It reached the Asian mainland in half a week. First China, then South-East Asia, India, the Middle East, and finally Eastern Europe.

Even after the boldest efforts of the European Union to nuke away the fallen cities of Romania and Bulgaria, the spread of the virus was relentless.

It had reached the UK and had wrecked London before people could even wrap their heads around what was going on.

Finally, it was the turn of the USA and its neighbors.

From a few of the spine-chilling footage that we saw on TV and social media, the spread was mainly through a bite. The person who was bitten laid still for some time immediately after the bite. Then his or her body convulsed and contorted peculiarly until it was almost arched backward like a bow. Then they suddenly leaped up, eyes bloodshot, saliva dribbling from their mouth, staring here and there, searching like a rabid animal, hunting for its next prey.

Upon spotting another victim, it ran towards it maniacally, pinning them to the ground. It either ate his or her flesh alive or just left them with their bite, thus turning them and increasing their number.

The only way to kill them was either chopping their heads off or bashing their skulls till their brains were crushed. But the culling was a lot slower than the speed of transmission.

Thus, the army of the dead swelled in no time.

The last TV broadcast of the world ended with the news anchor saying, "It is here. They are here. Save yourselves people. God bless us. God bless America,"

Since then it has been all static. It was just like the Medieval Ages. No one could communicate with the outside world, nobody knew whom to contact, where to contact, or how to contact. Phone lines, emergency helplines, internet connections all were down.

The initial first week was utter chaos throughout the US. Vandalism was rampant, people took to the streets. There was a group of people who even denied the existence of such a global apocalypse and blamed it all on the government. "Conspiracy Theory", they called it.

Many people, good God-fearing people, turned into monsters. Affluent people barricaded themselves in their mansions, fortifying the walls.

The apocalypse truly brought out the beast in everybody. Rape, murder, arson, and looting followed unchecked.

Everyone was busy hoarding stuff for the end of days. Malls, shopping centers, grocery stores were looted and set on fire. Families hid in their homes. General people with emergency bunkers secured themselves in. The government, police, and military had also disappeared, leaving the streets free for all.

Our country had plunged into the greatest depths of anarchy.

Mom and I took shelter in the local church. Father Jonathan was the one who had gathered us, a small group of religious folks.

He took charge, "Folks, the House of God always has a place for His followers. Follow me."

He showed us a concealed door behind the confession booth. He slid it open to show us the flight of stairs which ran downstairs.

"This Church was built during the times of World War I. The founding fathers deemed it fit to build a bunker beneath it in case of an Emergency."

We entered into a cozy warm bunker with stone walls. The entire space was dimly lit with candelabras and hanging braziers. With no electricity around, they were the only source of light.

There were 10 well-made beds for all of us.

"There is enough food and water to last us for around a year if we use it judiciously. There are separate bathrooms for men and women. We do not need to worry people. We shall leave this bunker under no circumstances."

There was a small radio also, this big piece of primitive instrument was now our sole connection with the outside world. The reception was very poor and it took hours to catch a signal, but otherwise, it was all we had.

All 10 of us who had gathered here knew each other from Sunday Mass. There were 2 families with us: the Millers and the Murphys. Each was a family of four: husband, wife, and two children. Mom and I made ten.

We sat together holding hands and saying prayers, had a small meal of canned veggies, and then quickly settled into our bunks, I slept in the upper bunk while mom slept in the bunk below me.

Father Jonathan wished us goodnight and finally blew on the candles, extinguishing the light. It was not pitch dark, because moonlight streamed in through one small window which was there for ventilation.

Suddenly, someone clasped my hands and startled me.

It was mom. " Sorry honey, I didn't mean to scare you." She was almost sobbing now.

"I know things have been tough for us ever since your father passed away and now this. Please have faith, baby. We will get through this."

She rested her head on my shoulders and continued to sob. I gently patted her blonde hair and couldn't help but mentally remark on how beautiful they smell, even in this shanty basement bunker.

Days passed. Weeks passed.

Everyone started to feel claustrophobic at one point in time. But we had no other option but to stay down here, hidden from the world. The more stories we heard of the outside world, the less enthusiastic we felt about leaving this bunker.

More than 75% of the Earth's population has been converted into those mindless zombies. And their numbers continued to increase with each passing day.

With the law enforcement agencies in shambles, people had taken laws into their own hands.

Mainly the anti-socials, criminals, and gangsters have taken over. They have organized themselves and called themselves raiders or marauders. They were further divided into warring factions within themselves as if the apocalypse wasn't enough.

They had free access to all the weapons on the land the police and military had left behind. So, they had no shortage of firepower.

They killed the zombies alright, and significantly made the streets safer, but the general public had a heavy price to pay.

With such great power along with almost no responsibility bestowed upon them, their words became the rules of the land. As days passed and when they had killed most of the zombies, they wanted more.

They now turned their attention to the general surviving folks. They wanted it all. Their houses, their food, their women... everything.

The various factions of raiders started to routinely raid houses of the people, irrespective of rich or the poor. They looted everyone dry, robbing them of their resources, killed them slowly and sadistically, while taking their women captive for their amusement.

Blood and fire filled the streets, screams of victims' agony, and torturer's cruel laughter filled the air of our country.

Two months into quarantine, the Millers and Murphys were almost on the verge of losing their minds due to the claustrophobia and the barbarism prevailing above ground. They wanted to go out at any cost.

Father Jonathan tried his best to dissuade them from leaving. He pleaded with them to have faith in God's plans and to remain patient. But the months of isolation and chaos around us had taken their toll on them.

Frank Miller, their head of the family, stood by his decision, unshaken. "You are a deluded old man. Can't you see what's happening out there? We will take our chances out there in the open rather than stay here and rot to death."

Saying so, they had left. The Murphys followed their cue soon after.

That was the last we heard of the Millers or the Murphys. To date, I do not know what became of them.

So, two months into quarantine, we were now just 3 people left inside the bunker. Me, mom, and Father Jonathan.

More months passed and now, we are in the sixth month of our hiding.

To put it bluntly, mom had been struggling to keep herself together. She would have frequent mental breakdowns now and then, and Father Jonathan and I would take turns comforting her.

"This place is choking me. I need to get out," she would plead. When she was not having such breakdowns, she withdrew within herself in a corner. Her mental health was in ruins. Her husband's death and this drastic change of circumstances had fractured her mind. I only hoped it was temporary.

Monotony set in our regular chores here at the basement. Wake up, pray, eat and repeat. The radio broadcasts grew all the less frequent. We would hardly get a distress or warning signal in 2-3 days now.

A fatal incident took place now, in the sixth month of our isolation. Father Jonathan accidentally received a deep burn on his left thigh while cooking. He had not been paying attention and had spilled the entire boiling water over his legs.

Mom and I quickly put the burnt area under running cold tap water, dressed his thighs, and helped him settle in his bed. His face was contorted with pain.

We changed his bandage regularly every day, but the inevitable happened. He spiked a fever on the 3rd day after receiving the burn.

We knew what he needed. Antibiotics. That was the only thing that we did not have a supply of. His condition deteriorated the next day. The fever refused to go down and his face looked pale and toxic.

Finally, mom made up her mind. We needed to go for a supply run. We knew it was the stupidest thing to do. Neither of us has been above ground ever since the apocalypse started.

Countless horrors awaited us above. From mindless zombies to sadistic raiders. But we had no other choice. We needed the medications to save the Father.

We had no ammunition, no lethal weapons to protect ourselves whilst out in the open. Venturing into a raging apocalypse without any defenses, was the stupidest of decisions now that I think about it. But at that time, it seemed to be our only chance of saving the man who had sheltered us.

Before I could say a thing, mom firmly told me, "Alex, honey, you are staying here. I will be back even before you know it."

I protested heavily, but mom had already made up her mind. We were interrupted when Father Jonathan stirred from his bed.

"Diane, take me with you. I know where the nearest medicine shop is, and I also know the shortest route to it."

"But Father, you are in no condition to travel!" exclaimed mom.

"Well, I will admit I have seen better days. But if you support me, Diane, I think I will be able to make it."

So finally it was decided, mom and Father Jonathan would go for the supply run. While I would stay over here, guarding the basement.

Before she left, mom took off her silver crucifix and put it around my neck. She looked at me lovingly, her deep blue eyes boring into me, "Baby, you take care alright? If we are not back by tonight, do not come searching for us. The Lord will watch over you."

She stifled a cry and she hugged me. Then she sweetly planted a kiss on my cheek. Father John blessed me and I wished them a safe journey and return.

I will admit I was afraid. My guts felt twisted, terror made me nauseous. But we had no other options.

I tearfully bid them farewell as they ascended from the basement and entered the post-apocalyptic world for the first time since the mayhem began.

My mother's last look still haunts me, it was a mixture of horror and worry.

I settled down back again in the basement and awaited their return. I didn't know when I had fallen asleep.

I woke up at the sound of birds and noticed it was the crack of the dawn. Fear and terror almost made me puke my guts out. It was almost the next day and both of them hadn't returned yet.

I stood up, alerted, and paced the entire length of the basement. I didn't even know what to do.

Several thoughts flooded my mind. Should I go out and search for them? Should I wait for some more time? What if they were never to return?

Before I even knew it, I had curled up on the basement floor and started bawling out loudly. I had no idea in the world what to do next.

I did not know for how long I lay there. Sometimes here in the basement time flies very fast, sometimes time tends to stand still.

It was almost 3 days after their disappearance that I tried to piece everything together. I gathered myself up and tried to weigh my options rationally.

I might be physically weak, but I had watched enough pop movies about the apocalypse to know how to work things out,

Going all out is a big no-no. Almost all the major character deaths happen when they try to be bold and do something they should not do.

I have enough ration to last me for a year almost if I were to consume them all by myself, considering everyone is gone now.

If I charge out unprepared now, I would only get myself captured or killed. That would not help me or anyone. So I needed to formulate a plan.I needed to gather information about the land and the changing world around me.

I spent the next several months doing everything I can to collect as much information as possible. I remained glued to the radio. I would sometimes go up during the daytime, just venture till the mouth of the church door and take a quick peek outside.

Daytime was the safest as the raiders were the least active during the day. They hunted for their amusement mainly at night.

The radio turned out to be my chief source of information now. From what I gathered over the next few months, most of the zombies have been killed off and the Earth population has been reduced to a mere 15% of its original population. There was no active Government in any part of the world.

Various types of extremist factions and organizations have raised their heads in the aftermath of the apocalypse. If you were to survive in the outside world now, the only option you have is by joining them.

There is one called the "Saviours", who claim themselves to be ultra-religious and they forcefully try to convert their captives into their religion.

There is another group called "The Avengers" whose sole aim is to exterminate all zombies from the face of the Earth, irrespective of collateral damage. Meaning they would even kill innocent people if they were to come in their way.

But the most spine-chilling was "The Ravagers." And to make things worse, this group was active in our neighborhood only.

Led by their supreme leader Immortan Joe (yes, he had ripped off the name from Mad Max), they tried to rule the land Mad-Max style.

They had raided and piled up huge amounts of resources. So every survivor needed to visit them to survive.

Immortan Joe ruled with a kind of ruthlessness never seen or heard. His words were final and no one dared challenge him. He would choose whom he would welcome into his community and the rest he either refused entry and left outside to die, or worse.

By worse I mean, the absolute worst possible fate that can befall a human in the post-apocalyptic era.

The sadism of Immortan Joe knew no bounds. He would torture them for days on end at his whim and then he would just leave them to the ravagers to feast on.

Yes, they were the only known cult in this world to practice cannibalism. They did not routinely resort to it, but they did practice it from time to time if their leaders commanded so.

They would arrange extensive orgies and pleasure parties at the behest of their leader who approved all sorts of debauchery within the confines of his territory.

As words of their ruthlessness spread far and wide, fewer and fewer people arrived to seek help and shelter on their own.

This led the Ravagers to conduct routine raids and hunts where they would actively search for and capture people. Then they were presented at the feet of Immortan Joe where their fate was decided.

He had different roles for everybody. He surrounded himself with women he liked, not that they had any other choice. Those women who refused to serve him would be held captive and tortured till their minds were broken.

These women would be reduced to mere objects and their sole purpose was the entertainment of the members of the Ravagers.

Depending on the physical or mental acumen of the other captives and their previous job profile, he or she was given a specific role in the community. It ranged from being a part of their raider group, to repairmen, to agricultural specialists.

But these were too few in number. He liked to keep his community closely knit together and carried out his orders through his two faithful Generals.

The sight of their black-colored flag with a white skull painted on it instilled fear in the hearts of every survivor out there and they would try to hide frantically once the blaring death metal music announced their arrival.

I tried to dig up as much information on the Ravagers as possible from the survivors' testaments, as I guessed that mom and Father Jonathan were in all probabilities held captive by them.

A morbid fear of their fate crossed my mind but I quickly tried to swat it away as it would only create hindrance in my search for them.

It had been almost 10 months now since mom and Father Jonathan had left. I didn't even know if they were alive or dead. But I had to find them. They need me, they may be in trouble.

So, on the 16th month of my isolation ( 6 months since the day we took shelter in the basement to the day mom and Father Jonathan left plus 10 more months living all alone), I decided to finally face the outside world.

I had created a miniature blunt weapon of sorts fashioned out of the wooden handle of the pews of the Church. Well, it was certainly of no use against the marauders, but it would genuinely be very helpful against any zombies I encounter.

Wearing my mom's crucifix around my neck and saying my prayers, I ventured outside, deliberately during noon. I needed to somehow locate and enter the territory of the Ravagers at a time when they would be least attentive or active.

Empty streets welcomed me for the first time in 16 months. The entire neighborhood reeked of silence. Not even a bird could be heard. I mostly kept to the shadow using the buildings as my cover, to avoid direct sighting by any zombies or strangers.

I had a good idea about where the camp of the Ravagers might be. It was almost 40 Kilometres beyond the edge of our town, in the great wasteland, surrounded by hills.

I don't know how long I walked. The afternoon sun beat down heavily on me. All the houses and stores I passed by were either empty or in ruins, probably the aftermath of raids.

This had turned into a ghost town. Not a single living soul in sight. I estimated that I had covered almost half the distance that day. As the sun set and darkness descended, I decided to take shelter for the night in an old abandoned house.

I deliberately decided to stay on the second floor of the house, in case someone broke into the house at night. A window on the 2nd floor directly overlooked the street below. In that way, I was able to keep a lookout as well.

I settled on the empty floor and soon passed out. The entire day's walking and work had rendered me very weak.

My sleep abruptly ended at the sound of distant loud music. It was death metal, no doubt about it. The sound gradually grew closer and I peeped out of the window to see what was going on.

I saw a black open jeep and 2 motorcycles coming down the street at full speed.

They were chasing down a helpless couple. The boy and the girl looked terrified, running for their lives.

Finally, they gave up running and collapsed right in front of my house. The jeep and the bike stopped behind them.

All 3 vehicles hoisted the black flag with a human skull painted on it. The sound-speaker at the back of the jeep blared music at the highest possible volume.

At the wheels of the jeep was an ugly bald bearded guy. He was smiling wickedly at the couple.

The couple helplessly were shouting to have mercy on them but their voices were drowned out by the loud music.

It was then that one of the bikers dismounted the vehicle. It was a woman.

The tall lady strutted confidently towards the couple in her black high heels, carrying a baton.

She wore tight leather pants which highlighted her luscious ass. The way she walked on her heels rocked her hips to and fro.

She wore a matching black leather jacket that clung to her body, accentuating her curvaceous figure. From my position above I could get a clear view of her deep cleavage, her boobs threatening to pop out of her tight leather dress.

She was wearing a helmet so I was unable to see her face.

But I could make out the flowing blonde hair, which came down from underneath her helmet.

She approached the couple confidently. Before they could say anything, she smacked both of them out cold with her baton. Both their bodies lay still, unconscious.

On her signal, the guy in the other bike and the burly driver dragged their bodies into the back of their jeep.

Then the woman once again got up on the bike and on her command, all of them rode away into the darkness.

All the time I was staring transfixed at the bodacious lady. I mean even the Catwoman's suit does not even scream sexy as much as this did.

And I soon realized that I had a raging boner. And it was justified. I mean you can't jerk off properly or watch porn when you are hiding in the basement in an apocalypse, except for the occasional quickies to relieve yourself while showering. They don't count.

There was so much going on down there in the basement that erotic thoughts never really crossed my mind. And now seeing this femme fatale dressed up in this tight leather suit got me really horny.

I jerked myself off to sleep that night. My first satisfying jerk in the last 16 months.

I woke up late the next morning. Repacking my stuff, I made my way towards the direction where the vehicles disappeared yesterday night.

After another gruesome 3 hours, I reached the top of the hill. From here you can see the camp below.

My heart sank.

To call it a camp would be an understatement. The sprawling community stretched in front of me for miles. It was surrounded by high walls whose tops were laced with barbed wires. Two huge metal gates guarded its entrance, which was always being watched by armed Ravagers. There were tents scattered all over, inside the compound.

From my point, I could make out a stage of sorts, kind of like an open-air amphitheater.

There were several makeshift buildings too, their purpose unknown to me.

There was a central mansion, which gleamed against the sunlight. I could see it was surrounded by some extra security, and I deduced that might be the house of Immortan Joe.

There were several rows of solar panels to tap into the unlimited energy of the sun. So that was their source of electricity!

I tried to figure out a plan to infiltrate the building when suddenly a tap on my shoulder startled me.

I looked back and then felt as if a ton of bricks smacked me right into my face. Then everything went black.

Border patrol, I later realized, was one thing I had completely not thought of. They wander around the perimeters of the compound routinely and I had walked right into them.

I woke up groggily in a kind of holding cell. I could still taste the stale blood inside my mouth. My head was still ringing from the blow, but otherwise, I was fine.

Slowly, I took in my surroundings. It was dark outside, which meant I had been out till evening. The walls were made of solid bricks with a single-window through which moonlight streamed in. There were several such cells beside me in rows, as well as opposite to me, kind of like a prison. I crept up to the metal bars of my cell and realized it was made from solid steel and secured with a heavy lock. No chance of sneaking out.

I looked in the cell beside me, and to my surprise, I found the boy from yesterday night sitting in the cell beside me. I recognized him from the faded Linkin Park t-shirt he was wearing.

He just sat there, shell shocked. I tried making conversation with him but he sat still, unperturbed.

I shouted for help. My voice echoed against the dark cold walls of the cell, but there was no response from anyone.

I sank into despair when suddenly I heard a familiar voice in the cell directly in front of me. My heart leaped in joy as I realized that the voice belonged to Father Jonathan.

He is alive.

All my hardships, all my waiting seemed to be over!

"Alex," Father Jonathan's voice was frail. In the dimly lit cell, I could barely make out his face. He looked withered and old.

"Alex, I knew you would come." he started sobbing uncontrollably.

I was almost jumping with joy, "Father Jonathan, how are you? Where is mom? Where is she?"

Even before I had finished the question, the doors at the far end of the corridor burst open, and 2 armed Ravagers marched in. One of them carried a machete while the other one was holding an AK-47. They were dressed in dusty leather jackets and had short metal spikes on their collars and shoulders. The guy with the gun had long spiked hair standing in the middle of his head.

They walked towards my cell and stopped in front of it. They opened my cell door and forced me on my feet.

The spiked guy looked at me and cocked his head and asked his colleague, "Really? This scrawny punk? He gets to have a front seat for today's show while we jerk off in the back?"

The guy with the machete sighed, "Well, an order is an order, I guess."

Saying so, they started to drag me out of my cell. "Hey, where are you taking me?", I demanded.

The machete guy smiled menacingly, showing his golden tooth, "Well if it were up to us, we will kick your puny butt right here and dump you off. But you are in luck today. You have a reservation for today's show." And then winking at me, both of them dragged me out of the building.

Father Jonathan came in front of his cell and started pleading, "No! You monsters! Are you out of your mind? Do you have any idea what you guys are going to do? He will be ruined for life. Sto-"

He was cut short by a swift strike on his nose by the butt of the rifle.

As we were exiting the building, I heard the wails of Father Jonathan, "Alex. Don't go. RUN ALEX. JUST RUN. You are too late. You are too late." his voice echoed as we left the building.

Outside the building, I was ushered into a whole new world. There was chaos everywhere.

The smell of burnt meat and alcohol filled the air. Various loud music clamored relentlessly in the background. Burly and muscular men of all ages sat around fires, either drinking away or dancing and prancing around. Some of them groped and fondled scantily clad girls and women.

All the members wore the most bizarre of clothes. Most of them were shaped like leather armors, with varying degrees of spikes on them.

Another thing that stood out was their haircut. Think of the weirdest of haircuts, you will find every type over here. Tattoos were mandatory. I felt as if almost all of them had tattoos throughout their bodies. The most consistent one which I noticed was the human skull.

So they are the infamous Ravagers. Finally, I met them but unfortunately under the worst of circumstances.

They partied around and did not even pay me second attention.

There were a few other people also, dressed in tattered old clothes. I guess they were the captives and not Ravagers. They mainly worked as slaves, tending to the meat, filling up the glasses of the hooligans, cleaning up after they have left the place in a mess.

Few of the images that I saw burned into my subconscious.

I saw an almost naked slim young girl vigorously stuffing her mouth with the cock of one of the Ravagers and choking on it, while he lay back in a relaxed manner, eyes closed.

Two Ravagers were whipping a bikini-clad girl whose mouth was gagged which prevented her from screaming.

A group of Ravagers was busy dousing a busty naked woman, probably the same age as my mom, with bottles of alcohol, while she sat down on her knees and stuck her tongue out, eyes closed.

One Ravager was incessantly and mercilessly banging away a girl from behind while she clasped the ground sitting on her all fours.

I found two girls hugging each other while 7-8 Ravagers surrounded them and peed inside their mouths. They gargled the warm pee and then kissed each other passionately, exchanging the fluids, giggling in gratitude.

All of these images were fleeting as I was hustled towards the main stadium.

The amount of degeneracy around me turned me on to be honest.

But I wasn't even half as well-built as these Ravagers. So the only question that constantly nagged my mind was what exactly did they plan to do with me? Where were they taking me and why were they taking me?

I remember them mentioning orders from above, so who exactly wanted to see me?

I entered the amphitheater and was pushed to the front row. Then the two guys accompanying me forced me to sit in one of the chairs directly in front of the stage.

The spiky-haired dude said, "Today is your lucky day kid. Enjoy the show."

Securing my hands tightly, they sat in the seats beside me.

All the seats of the amphitheater were filled till the edges. All members of the Ravagers thronged the event. Those who could not find a seat were sitting on the floors. They seemed beyond excited.

The arena in the center was all well lit up with floodlights from four ends of the amphitheater. All the light was focused at the center of the stage. Long torches of fire burnt circumferentially around the amphitheater, creating a brilliant mixture of white and golden-yellow lights.

There was a single pole in the middle of the stage.

Still confused, I asked the guys, "Hey, do you mind telling me what this is all about?"

The machete guy looked at me incredulously, "Listen you little worm, this is our strip club. All the exotic girls perform here every day. Those girls whom we are forbidden to touch. So the boss sometimes lets us see them dancing naked, and trust me, it is more than enough." he winked.

I gulped. So basically I will be surrounded by people jerking off to naked girls now. But I still could not wrap my head around the fact as to what I was doing over here. Certainly their "lead command" did not want a captive to enjoy this exclusive show.

I replied, "But.. but I don't understand. What am I doing here? I mean this show is exclusively for you guys, right?"

The guy with the spikes replied, "Trust us, even we do not know what a filthy punk like you is doing here in our midst, that too in the first row. But the order came from above."

The machete guy added, "Today is special as our boss's favorite bitch will be performing now. She is a real treat to watch. But she belongs to the boss only and he uses her as he pleases. To be honest, she is one of the most sadistic bitches I have ever seen. Now shh.. the show is about to start. Don't ruin the mood."

Lights blared and the audience went into an uproar as another Ravager came onto the stage with a mic.

He was half-naked, wearing only tattered jeans. His face was half-covered with white paint. Dragon tattoo-covered more than half of his torso.

He started in a baritone voice, "So, RAVAGERS! Are you ready?"

The crowd erupted in cheers.

"Tonight is going to be one of those nights of your pathetic lives that you are going to remember forever. Praise to our Supreme Leader, Immortan Joe for allowing us this rare opportunity to witness this historic event." he continued.

The crowd clapped and whistled like a bunch of crazies.

When the cries died down, the announcer concluded, "To my fellow brothers, hold your breath and take your dicks out to welcome on stage, the one and the only: DIANE"

The crowd suddenly erupted in a wild and primal shriek. Their excitement was palpable.

But my mind had gone numb. What did the announcer just say?

Did I hear it correctly? DIANE? But.. but that is the name of my mom.

Before I could think further, the floodlights dimmed in brightness and the cracking fire torches sent long shaws across the stage.

The cheer faded out as an erotic beat started to play in the background.

And then, I received the shock of my life.

The woman who came forward after the announcement was someone right out of a BDSM fantasy movie.

She wore dark sunglasses. Her succulent lips were painted pitch black, matching with the color of her long well-maintained nails. Her long blonde hair came down right up to her shoulders. The sharp features of her face accentuated against the crackling fire.

She marched confidently towards the center of the stage in her 3" long high heels, her whole body covered with posh black fur.The crowd waited with bated breath. She slowly and seductively opened her sunglasses, and the deep blue eyes looked directly at me, an unholy smile creeping on her face. Her face was heavily laden with make-up and she wore dark eye shadows around her eyes.

But behind all that, without a single shred of doubt, I knew who she was. This was my MOM!

She discarded the black body-covering fur in a flash and threw it towards the crowd. At the same moment the floodlights flashed to their fullest brightness, and there, at the center of the stage stood my mother in all her glory.

The crowd went crazy. I saw a few of the Ravagers fight over her discarded fur out of the corner of my eyes.

The woman, over whom they were all going crazy about was not the same scared, broken woman whom I had bid farewell to all those months ago.

There was an air of dominance and confidence about her, they radiated as bright as the surrounding spotlights.

This was the first time I was seeing mom like this. It was as if I was hit by a train.

She was standing there in a sheer bikini and high heels, hands on her hips, basking in the attention that she was receiving from all her admirers.

She wore a black leather thong, which pulled itself tightly over her pubic mound. Her waist was sensuously curved right above her butt. There was minimal fat around her belly, and to my surprise, I noticed a piercing on her navel. The deep navel perfectly complimented her tight belly.

The most striking feature was, of course, her bra. It was made of black leather and had tiny metal spikes implanted on them. They stretched very tightly across her boobs, causing her huge 36D tits to almost ooze out of the leather bra.

She twirled around and gave everyone a nice view of her perfectly rounded ass. The black leather thong dug deep into her ass-crack, giving an unobstructed view of her juicy butt.

Her long delicate legs shone against the bright light, the thighs below her butt were succulent, while her calves looked strong and toned, resting atop her delectable feet, her toenails painted jet black.

I noticed she had the tattoo of a human skull just below the small of her waist, between two dimples on her lower back.

This was her 36D-24-37 figure in its full regalia. Curved at just the perfect places and dressed in the sinister black thong, she looked nothing less than a voluptuous evil goddess.

She slowly raised her hands above her head and started undulating her waist to the tunes of the song. More cheering and whistles from the crowd continued.

Then there started calls of "TAKE OFF YOUR BRA!" from the lewd crowd and then it became a chant.

Smiling maliciously, mom lowered her left bra strap off of her left shoulder. There were more cheers for that, as well as when she lowered the right strap. Then she reached behind her with both hands and unclasped her bra. She held it up over her chest to prolong its fate, teasing the crowd. Her back was completely bare now, as she continued to hold on to the bra, enticing everyone.

Then in a jiffy, she took it off and threw it again in the crowd. This time, I don't know whether it was deliberate or not, mom's heavy spike-studded bra landed right onto my lap. Within moments it was snatched away by the machete guy sitting beside me who wasted no time in wrapping it around his dick and jerking his brains out to it.

But I had no time to think about it as this was for the very first time I was witnessing mom's naked tits.

To call them perfection would be an understatement. They sagged ever so slightly, but mostly they remained fixed in their position. Her dark pink areola stood out in stark contrast to the surrounding white skin. In the middle stood her brown nipples, which were now erect and hard like two bullets. And to top it off, both of them were pierced.

She cupped her breasts and jiggled them with both her hands, tugging on her nipples, showing them off to the rowdy hooligans. Then she started feeling up her body with her hands, exploring every inch of it from waist till her hair, all to the rhythm of the music.

Then once again, it was the turn of the crowds to chant, "Panties, panties, panties."

Mom obliged almost immediately. She slowly rolled down her thong below her hip, while slowly rotating on the stage, giving everyone a 360 degrees view of her assets.

Finally, with one swift motion, her thongs were removed, and guess what? This time again her leather thongs landed on my lap. I realized mom had been intentionally doing this to me. I looked down and noticed the inside of her leather thong was already sticky and wet. It was immediately snatched away by the gun-holding guy sitting next to me who aggressively started sniffing on it and jerking off.

As she was slowly bending down, removing her thong, the crowd gasped at the shiny metal that glistened inside her butthole. Everyone realized she was wearing a small butt-plug right up her asshole, which further added to the aura of her sluttiness.

Now, mom stood on the stage completely naked, only in her high heels. The crowd erupted with euphoria. Almost everyone was jerking off, paying their tribute to this bodacious goddess, who happened to be my mother.

In all the bright light and from this distance, the details of her pussy could not be made out properly. But I could very much appreciate her well-curated pubic hair which was trimmed in the shape of a small triangle, directly above her pussy. A small metal glistened over her pussy which I suspected to be a clitoris piercing.

I could barely speak now, being completely at a loss of words. I could only watch as my mother, a God-fearing simple housewife, had completely degraded and objectified herself into a whore in front of a crowd of cannibalistic thugs and vandals.

Then the real show began. She turned and walked slowly towards the pole on the stage. Her stride made a soft jiggling motion on her ass cheeks. Her boobs slightly swayed with each step.

Her thighs then wrapped around the pole, crossed at the ankle, right leg higher than the left. As the music built up slowly, her shoulders came alive. She swayed up to the pole, then dipped away, caressing the pole with her hand as if it were a gigantic dick.

Her eyes were closed, her tongue smacked her lips, and the vibe of the music was matched by the rise and fall of her breasts, her shoulders, her hips, and her belly as they teased the pole and dipped away.

The music picked up, her right leg was on the floor, and her left remained wrapped on the pole. She bent backward and her left knee rose on the pole, showing everyone her wet pussy, which glistened against the light.

She returned to standing, the music was up, and the dancing began. Both legs on the floor, spread wide, she bent her hips, ass against the pole, and started gyrating her body sensuously, which demanded everyone to continue jerking off to her.

She rose again, turned into the pole, wrapped like a snake from ankles to shoulders. She wet her lips with her tongue, touched a finger to her wet pussy, and used her dark black lips to clean every drop of the wetness. Her pussy was dripping down the pole, clearly marking where she had been and showing everyone how wet she was, marking for all to see.

Her ass popped from side to side, showing the curves everyone enjoyed so much. She shimmied for the audience. The music overcame her, and she grabbed the pole with both hands, swinging around it twice and coming to a restful pause with both ankles locked around it, bracing her body as it gently swayed to the pole and dipped away, her back bent over, arms outstretched over her head to the ground. She pulled her body back up, remaining connected to the pole.

Her hands caressed the pole, gently gliding up and down, making her pussy wetter and wetter. She then unwrapped her ankles and stood in front of the pole, her ass-kissing the pole, and her eyes fixated towards me. An all-knowing malicious smile crept over her face. I could feel my heartbeat inside my mouth literally.

After all that teasing, she suddenly turned back and the lights suddenly dimmed. And then she was gone, A disappointing roar went up into the crowd, but almost all of them continued to jerk off with full fervor.

I also noticed that my dick was erect and stiff, thanks to all that teasing from mom.

I turned aside to see that mom's discarded black leather thong and bra were being passed around, they were being felt, smelled, chewed upon, and torn into pieces.

The two guys beside me had finished jerking off much before all this.

They pushed me to stand up and said, 'show's over bro. It's time to go back to your cell."

I stood up in a dazed manner. The whole amphitheater around me was going crazy. People were jerking off like animals. While on my walk back to the holding cell, the debauchery and depravity around me had gotten worse, thanks to Mom's ruthless teasing. It had left everyone high and dry, and extremely horny.

The Ravagers were copulating with women and men like rabbits. Guided by my two captors, I stumbled slowly towards my cell. The cold and silent prison was like a fresh welcome from all, the chaos and madness outside.

They opened my cell and pushed me inside. They secured the lock and then went away chuckling, 'so, long kid. I hope you have a good night's sleep. You got to see "The Diane" in person after all!"

Long after they were gone, I stayed inside my prison, huddled up in a corner. Hundreds, thousands, millions of questions were driving me crazy. Am I dreaming? Could this be real?

What have they done to my Mom? What has my Mom become? Is she even my mother anymore?

How can 10 months change someone so drastically?

My trance was broken by Father Jonathan's feeble voice. "Alex, are you there son?"

As if almost waking up into the real world, I jumped in front of my cell which faced directly opposite Father Jonathan's. I realized he was the only person here and now who could provide me with some answers.

Father Jonathan cleared his throat. "Alex, I am so sorry for what you had to see today. It's all my fault. If we hadn't left our basement that day, today we would have still been safe."

I replied shakily, "Father, tell me. What happened here? I just... I just don't understand."

Father Jonathan recounted the whole story in a low voice.

"That day, we went to the Medicine shop alright. But on our way back we were snagged by a group of Ravagers patrolling the town. Both of us were initially put right here, in these holding cells. Then we were sent to meet Immortan Joe.

That bastard Joe took an immediate liking to your mom. He just couldn't take his eyes off her. It was as if he wanted her all for himself.

After that, I was thrown into this dungeon and have been staying here since then. They feed me from time to time but I am barely alive.

But son, I am so, so sorry about your mother. From the stories I hear, I really could not believe my ears. People say that she has been thoroughly brainwashed and is now Joe's favorite concubine. She is also one of the chief enforcers around here.

Joe uses her to break in all the pretty new girls whom they catch on their raids.

Your mom's word is kind of the law here, and no one dares to double-cross her. She rules this Ravager community with iron-fists and even deals out tremendously sadistic punishments to those who cross the line."

I sat on the cold floor, numb with pain and grief. I wanted to curl up into a ball and start crying.

But then, once again the door burst open, and in walked the spiky hair dude from before.

He opened the gates of my cell and said, "Well well, it's time to meet the real boss. He demands your presence NOW!"

I did not even resist as he led me away. Father Jonathan kept shouting like a maniac, "Save your mother, Alex. You are the only one who can save her now."

It was almost midnight by now. The frenzy around the camp had dampened a little, as most of the Ravagers had gone on their raids.

Few stray Ravagers partied here and there, scattered all over the compound.

I was led straight to the mansion right at the center of this place. It was a huge black and ugly mansion, made of bricks and steel put hastily together. I was led into a hall. There were sofas and seats on either side of the hall. Ravagers belonging to the topmost hierarchy were sitting there, sipping on their wine. They were surrounded by bikini-clad tattooed babes, who were feeling them up.

All of them stared at me with a menacing look as I passed by them. Soon, I entered a huge room at the end of the hall. It was a simple room with a throne-like chair in the middle which was turned away from me and a table in front.

There was a small stool at the other end of the room.

The spiky dude signaled me to sit over there.

As soon as I was seated, the chair turned towards me, and finally, I realized I was face to face with Immortan Joe.

He was the bulkiest guy I had ever seen. He could be well over 6 feet tall, he wore a sleeveless black leather jacket with the human skull painted on it. His arms were shredded with muscles almost thrice the size of my arms. The veins on his arms were so prominent I could see them from the other end of the room.

He was fully bald, his face clean-shaven, a single scar mark ran across his right cheek, and had small black piercing eyes. He weighed almost 100 Kgs. To put things into perspective, even the meanest bully in your school would likely wet his pants in front of him.

My legs felt weak and my stomach lurched. This guy had an aura of authority buzzing around him just like electricity. It was as if you could never say no to this guy.

I still mustered up the courage and shouted, "You bastard, what did you do to my mom? Where is she?"

Suddenly I collapsed on the floor as the spiky dude next to me shoved the butt of his rifle against my stomach. "Show some respect, you punk-ass kid. This is the boss you are talking to."

Immortan Joe spoke for the first time, in his deep commanding voice. Something was soothing in his voice, that made you listen intently, no matter how much you disliked what he said.

"It is quite okay Ed, you can leave us now."

Ed, the spiky-haired dude, looked dumbfounded. He tried to speak but Joe just stared at him with his ice-cold eyes. Ed scurried away.

I was still recovering from the blow to my stomach.

"Alex, Alex, my dear Alex. Finally we met."

I gritted my teeth and told him, "Where is she? Where is my mom?"

Joe laughed, "Oh she will be with us shortly. Anytime now."

He leaned forward on his table and continued, "But before that Alex, do you have any idea about who a one master dog is?"

I nodded in ignorance at this seemingly irrelevant question.

Joe continued lecturing me, "Well you see, a one-master dog is so much attached to its master, that it will only listen to him and him only. It will assert its dominance over others, but it will always remain loyal to its master. It will even ignore its children if the master orders it to do so. Interesting, right?"

"Being so faithful to someone that you give up motherhood, the child whom you have brought up. It's wonderful really, and yet so sadistic." Joe licked his lips with anticipation.

I really could not understand where he was going with this.

Joe bellowed, "Am I right, Diane?"

It was then, mom stepped out from the shadows, and stood beside Joe.

Her outfit had completely changed now. She was wearing a blue eyeshadow which highlighted her deep blue eyes. Her lips were painted deep red, the color of blood. So were the long manicured nails of her slender fingers.

She was wearing a see-through lacy red bra, which had designs over it. Even from here, I could see her pierced nipples standing up directly underneath her bra. Her deep cleavage was enough to mesmerize anyone with even the strongest of wills.

She had long red stockings which ended around her mid-thigh, then it was attached to a red garter belt on her waist with some red straps.

This time she had 2 metals pierced through her belly button and they looked beautiful as they caught the light of the room.

She wore a tiny red thong, which did very little to cover her pussy and I was able to see wisps of her well-trimmed pubic hair peeking over the top. It was so tight that it almost went inside her pussy, giving the perfect "camel toe" appearance.

Behind, the thong rode up very high into her butt crack, and a metal butt plug with a ruby handle gleamed red inside her ass. Her fleshy butt cheeks stirred every time she moved.

Joe spanked one of mom's buttcheeks, making them jiggle. Mom let out a soft moan in pleasure.

"Oh, she loves it when I do it, you know. Honestly, Alex, this wasn't my idea. But your mom has turned out to be quite the sadistic bitch. She wants you to watch. Ain't that right, Diane?"

Mom looked at me with an evil grin and then turned towards Joe, "Yes, master." This was the first time in months I heard mom's voice. It sent a chill down my spine honestly. Her voice was ice calm and unwavering. As if she wanted to do it deliberately.

Joe laughed, "Well she wasn't like this when she got here. Over the past months, her fetish has started to evolve actually. She needs newer things to get herself off every other day. But if you ask me, nothing beats this. Fucking in front of your own captive son with the leader of his captors! That's plain evil."

Joe continued, "So let's not waste any time and get to the best part, shall we? Never before have I done it with a mother in front of her son."

I was stunned. Exactly what was gonna happen? As the reality dawned upon me, I shouted, "Mom, stop. No. What are you doing?"

Mom looked at me with a disgusting face and whispered something in Joe's ears.

Joe said, "Well young fellow, your mom is right. She thinks you are going to ruin our whole mood. We just want you to watch, not create a ruckus. Guards, tie him to the chair and gag him NOW."

Before I could protest, I was swarmed by 2 filthy Ravagers who tied my hands behind my back, secured me to the chair, and tied my mouth with a piece of cloth. Now I could only let out muffled screams.

While all this happened, I tearfully looked at mom and saw her looking at me with a satisfactory smile, while constantly caressing Joe's muscular arms, as if she was eager to start whatever they had planned.

As soon as the guards left, the horror began.

Mom seductively touched Joe's cheek and turned his head to face her. She gave him a soft kiss on the lips at first. She kissed him a second time and this time lingered, keeping her hand pressed to his cheek. Her full soft lips caressed Joe's and he kissed her back. Mom pressed her lips harder to Joe's and in no time they were smooching each other aggressively like two wild animals in heat.

She made Joe rise and they started moving towards the center of the room. Then they stood directly in front of me as if they wanted me to get the bit-to-bit details of their dirty sex.

Joe gasped when her other hand grabbed his wrist and quickly moving his hand, grabbed his cock through the jeans he was wearing. She squeezed it and removed her lips from his mouth, winked towards me, and whispered "Oh, honey he is so hard for me."

She unbuttoned Joe's biker jeans, dropped his chain, and yanked it away. All of us stared down at the bulge in his boxers. They were light gray and there was a wet spot where his dripping cock head was. Reaching down mom rubbed her fingers into the spot causing Joe to whimper. Mom brought her fingers to her mouth and licked them.

"Oh." Joe moaned watching her pink tongue tease her fingertips. She then sucked them into her mouth between her red lips and rolled her eyes back.

Removing her fingers with a wet sucking sound, she slipped both of her hands under her red thong and then placed one of them under my nose. I emitted a groan at the scent of my mother's pussy, while she pressed her other fingers to Joe's lips, who opened his mouth allowing her to put her fingers inside. At the first taste of her, he gave in and sucked on her fingers.She was making me smell her wet pussy while feeding the juices to Joe. What a sinister lady!

Suddenly mom shouted, "Servants, give us a chair right here."

2 frightened women appeared out of nowhere and placed a plush chair right opposite mine.

"Sit down over there." She gave Joe a sexy smile. "I've been thinking of being on my knees in front of that chair for a long time, especially in front of my son." signaling towards me.

Mom again started kissing Joe aggressively and this time he returned the kiss right away, pulling her closer. Mom put her arms around my neck and pressed herself against me.

He slipped his arms around her waist and was aware of her pierced hard nipples pressing against him through her red lacy bra. His cock was pushing against her stomach and as their lips teased across each other, Joe's hips began to rock, pushing his erection into her.

This was something I had never thought I would have to see.

My strict Catholic mom who had raised me, was strict when needed, loving and caring when required, who would go out of her ways to help others, was now fucking the world's most cruel and sadistic cannibalistic leader, that too all the while forcing her son to watch her perversion.

All thoughts faded when her hands ran down Joe's back and slipped into the sides of his boxers. Mom started to tug them down as her tongue danced across his body. My body trembled at the thought of Joe's cock, which would be exposed right now to my mother.

Mom pushed them down as far as she could and Joe moaned when his cock sprang free and pressed against her bare thigh above the seams of her stockings.

"Oh, someone is dripping," she cooed, and giving him a hard push said, "Sit back and relax, baby, time for your slut to take care of you."

I shivered into the chair and watched my mother stare down at Joe's cock and lick her lips. She addressed me, without taking her eyes off the cock. "Oh, honey, you are quite the cuck now aren't you?" Her blue eyes were glazed over with extreme lust and the way she was staring at Joe's cock caused a trail of precum to ooze from his already hard cock.

Joe's cock was almost 8" long when fully erect. It was as muscular as the rest of him, pulsating veins arched all over them.

Mom quickly glanced over at my already hard dick which was forming a tent underneath my pants.

She laughed maniacally, "Oh son, you are nothing, simply nothing compared to him. I raised you and I know how tiny you are down there. So that is your punishment for tonight. All you are going to do is watch as your mommy takes this monster and of course, you are not allowed to touch yourself throughout our session. Not that you can also, in this helpless tied-up state."

My ears turned red from mom's humiliation. She was someone I looked up to, I had been there for her after dad passed away, and this is how she repays me?

She turned her attention towards Joe, reached down and grabbed his bare gargantuan cock, stroked it slowly. He moaned when she squeezed the tip causing precum to squirt out. I stared, amazed at the sight of mom's long slender fingers wrapped around Joe's cock, and already wondered what her lips would look like there.

Mom's hand trailed down the length of his cock and slid beneath it to caress his heavy balls. She cupped them and whispered, "Hmm, they're very heavy, does my master have a nice big load waiting for this nasty whore of a mom?"

Mom's dirty talk made me all the more turned on.

"Yes," Joe shouted as keeping one hand on his balls, she started caressing his shaft lightly with the fingers of her other hand.

I wanted to look away with disgust, but the entire scene kept me hooked on to the show right in front of me.

"Tell me what I'm doing, master" Mom prodded

"I... you're jerking my cock." Joe moaned.

Mom sighed, "I want you to do better, Master."

"You're stroking my cock in front of your tied-up cuckold son."

"Good boy." She released his cock and grabbed the hook behind her bra. "Want to see them?" she smirked at me. "A real woman uses her tits in a blow job, honey, a real woman uses everything she has." she continued.

She partially opened the bra showing off the inner half of her tits, "You want to see your mother's beautiful tits?"

"Ohh." She teased me with her bra.

I remained silent. Mom looked at Joe and said, "Sorry honey, until my son says so, I am not going to take them off."

Joe gritted his teeth towards me and shouted, "Goddamnit you punk. Just do as she says or you are going to be in so much trouble."

I nodded in encouragement, what other options did I have?

Mom pulled her bra open with a flourish, exposing her large round breasts and those pretty pink pierced nipples that looked as hard as my cock. Mom tossed the bra behind her and standing there in just the lacy red thong lifted her tits, showing them to me and Joe.

Her thumbs slid across her nipples, playing with the piercings and she moaned softly towards Joe, "Want them?"

"Oh, fuck yeah," he said.

"Son, just watch as he plays with your mommy's tits." Mom looked at me and cried.

"I want to suck on them," Joe replied, his mouth watering at the sight of her playing with her nipples.

"Like this?" Mom lifted her tit and lowering her head placed her red lips on her tit and sucked her own nipple.

Mom looked down at her now lipstick smeared nipple and asked, "You want this?"

"Please," Joe begged.

"Hmm, I like that." mom said

Adjusting the chair sideways and bringing it closer to me, so that I could get a better side view of their actions, mom swung her leg over Joe's, sat down on him, straddling his thighs.

I gasped at how wet her thong was and not just wet, but hot! From this distance, I could feel the heat of my mother's pussy.

"You like how excited I am for him, honey?" Mom asked me, putting her hands on Joe's shoulders.

I couldn't help but nod in encouragement.

My eyes widened as they were confronted with mom's tits and, as she lifted higher on his thigh, pushing them into his face.

"Just keep on looking at Alex. Just keep your focus on your mother."

Her words sent a thrill through me. Reaching up, Joe took her breasts in his hands and lowering his face eagerly sucked my mother's nipple into his mouth.

"Oh, master!" Mom cried, wrapping her hands in my short black hair, "Yes, suck that tit!"

Joe sucked harder on her hard nub, much harder than I had ever seen someone do.

Mom's fingers dug into his scalp. Joe was caught up not only with her huge tits in his face, but her sliding her pussy back and forth on his thigh. Joe caught her other nipple between his fingers and rolled it, causing mom to moan loudly as he continued to suck the other. He then shifted his face, taking her other nipple into his mouth.

Mom arched her back, shoving her tit deeper into his mouth and letting her head fall backward, resting her cheek close to my face. Her long blonde hair caressed my shoulders and chest and some of it was lying on her creamy breast.

Mom was grinding her pussy into his leg and he moaned as his dripping cock was pushing into her soft thigh. Mom slipped her hand and took his massive cock in her hand, rubbing it back and forth on her inner thigh.

"God, that feels good." She purred, looking at me and smiling. Then sitting back on his leg said, "I think it's time I drained that pretty cock of his, don't you think son?"

"Yes." My voice was inaudible except for the muffling sound I made. I nodded like an idiot. There was no way I could say no to this sex-charged goddess.

Mom slid off his leg and slowly sank to her knees. Lifting her tits she wrapped them around his cock and squeezed them.

"Damn," Joe said softly as she rocked up and down, sliding my cock between her tits. "That feels good!"

"Bet you have never seen titty fucking like this before, homey?" she giggled, "That's okay, baby, that's what mommy is here for, to show you all the dirty things I have been doing with these men over the past few months."

My reply turned into a loud whimper when mom started flicking her tongue out, catching the head of Joe's cock each time it pressed up through her soft tits. A thin trail of pre cum hung between his cock and her tongue and with a wink, mom made a show of slurping it back to his cock. She pressed her lips to the tip and as he whimpered, she rubbed her lips in circles around Joe's yearning cock, which throbbed in her hands.

Mom looked up at me, her lips dripping with Joe's sticky fluid, and made a show of licking it from her mouth.

Releasing her tits, she took Joe's cock in her hand and holding it at the base, lowered her head. He moaned when she placed her soft pink tongue along his gigantic shaft and worked her way up to the tip. She teased under the rim of his cock head before working her tongue back down to the base of the shaft.

A shudder went through the Supreme Leader and his hips jerked, thrusting his cock along mom's cheek. Lifting her head, mom pushed the head of his cock against her cheek hard enough for it to begin to ooze and rubbed it along her face.

"Like watching that, honey, you like seeing mom's face getting all sticky with this big dick?"

Enough talking and teasing bitch. Now shut up and shove it down your throat." Joe yelled.

"Aww, you"ve waited for this long Master, what's another couple of minutes?" She turned and rubbed his cock on the other side of her face, "Besides this is turning me on like never before, teasing my son like this. Trust me."

Mom slid his cock to her lips and parting them began moving her head up and down, sliding the cock between her soft lips. Joe sat there moaning, fighting not to move his hips, then cried out when the next time mom's mouth reached the top she took the tip of his cock between her lips.

She held it there and Joe gasped when she sucked. I could feel the precum squirting into her mouth then watched, stunned when mom let that cum and a long trail of spit drool out of her mouth and down his cock where it pooled on my balls.

Mom started stroking Joe's now very wet cock and licking her lips looked me in the eye, "Look at me honey, I know you are loving it. Now I want you to speak up. Guards, ungag him."

As soon as my gag was relieved, I breathed in some fresh air.

Mom clasped my cheeks, her wet and sticky fingers reeked of Joe's pre-cum. "Say it now. Say what you want to see now."

I fumbled.

Mom slapped me hard across the face. "Always such a wimp. Say it now. Say it as you mean it."

"Mom... I...I want you to put his cock in your mouth." I screamed helplessly, "I want you to suck his cock until he cums in your mouth."

"Hmm, honey, that's like a good son!" she purred.

Mom made a show of opening wide and placing her mouth over the head of the cock. She paused until I whimpered from my already hard member, then with a wonk took the cock deep into her mouth.

"Oh, goddamn!" Joe cried as his cock was engulfed by my mom's warm wet mouth.

The fact that it was my mother's mouth should have cause for alarm, but she was right. Fuck it was hot to see his dick buried in my mother's face. Mom opened wider and Joe let out a long sigh as she worked his cock deeper into her mouth.

She reached the base and he gasped when her tongue flicked out and started licking his balls with him buried to the hilt in her throat. Mom moaned and her blue eyes rolled back as her tongue bathed his balls.

She shook her head back and forth and Joe moaned as the head of his cock slid across the roof of her mouth. Mom slowly worked her way back to the tip and releasing it lowered her head and caused Joe to cry out when she began sucking his balls.

She deliberately slowed down her moves so that I could get a vivid view of her open slutiness. She occasionally looked at my hard member and smirked, then resumed her cock-sucking.

Mom's tongue worked across Joe's swollen sac before sucking his testicle into her mouth and gently working it with her mouth. She switched to the other and I began squirming in the chair as she continued working his balls with her hot mouth.

Mom licked back to the tip and once again let a long trail of drool down onto his cock. This time she took his cock in her mouth and made a show of noisily slurping it back up,

"Damn you're such a slut." Joe told her.

"Your slut, daddy," She said, kissing the tip of his cock, "Your mom is Joe's slut. You hear that son?"

She took him deep into her mouth once more and this time slowly bobbed her head. Joe leaned back against the chair and moaned as she blew him. I watched mom's mouth sliding up and down his dick and thought this was even better than the movies I used to watch.

Mom was moving her head faster now, establishing a rhythm in time with Joe's hips which he was unable to keep still. She placed her fingers around his shaft and followed her lips with them, jerking him off as she sucked him.

Mom moved her hair from her face so I could see everything and grabbing her hair in her free hand, she handed it to Joe. Joe took her long hair in one hand and placing his other hand on the back of her head began to push and pull, guiding her along his cock.

"Hmm-mm" she encouraged as she sucked.

Mom started taking him deeper and moving her head faster. I couldn't help but admire the sight before me. Not just his lipstick smeared cock sliding in and out of mom's mouth, but also her long blonde hair wrapped in his hands, her large tits pressing into his thighs.

I let my eyes wander down the smooth creamy skin of mom's back down to her well-rounded ass cheeks protruding from the red thong. The black skull tattoo smiled back at me in a sinister fashion.

Mom's ass was moving as her hips ground in circles. She was moaning softly around his cock and the thought she was getting off on this caused me to get very horny. I groaned when mom removed Joe from her mouth. Her next words caused my dick to jump up and press hard against my pants.

'tell you what honey, I know he's close and I could make it last a long time, but how about the first time, I just get him off and next time I'll really tease and play?"

"N...next time." I whimpered.

"Oh, yes, Alex, this cock is always too perfect for me not to want more of. In fact, the next time could be today, or tomorrow only, but for now." She licked the tip of Joe's cock before continuing, "I'm going to go slow and won't stop, and when he's ready he will just go ahead and cum because your nasty mother is going to take every drop. Okay daddy?"

"Oh, god, mom," I whispered.

"I'll take that." She laughed then quickly took Joe's dick back into her wonderful mouth.

Mom began to bob her head all the way, taking him down to his balls and coming back up all the way to the tip. True to her word she was bobbing her head slowly, but Joe couldn't take much more. His fingers tightened in her hair and his legs were shaking.

Mom's eyes met mine and she began sucking Joe's dick faster.

Mom placed her hands on my thighs and began sucking Joe even faster. I was moaning continuously now as I watched mom giving him an amazing hands-free blow job and his hips started thrusting to meet her mouth each time she brought it down.

Mom opened her mouth around his cock, allowing a trail of spit to flow down his cock, and began sucking even faster. Her mouth being partway open was causing her to make sloppy sucking sounds and she was moaning as she slurped up her spit from his wet cock.

The sound of her sucking sent a shiver through my cock.

Moving his hips as fast as he could, Joe moaned, "That's it, you cum-slut, suck my cock, keep sucking that cock until I cum in your mouth!"

Mom moaned her approval of him talking to her like that. Even as I felt the blood race through my cock, I was helpless as I was tied behind my back.

"Now son, I want you to talk as dirty as possible and encourage both me and Joe here. Do as I say or your next punishment will be much more severe compared to this."

I spoke slowly, "Please, mom, please suck his cock."

"Phew, you could do better than that honey, I am sure you can do better than this. Now speak what is in your mind. The dirtier, the better."

I could not take it anymore and cried out loud, "Please make him cum for you, mom! Oh, fuck you're so good at sucking cock.. Mom.. you...you're a nasty slut and..!"

I shouted loudly as Joe's cock erupted into my mother's mouth. Mom squealed but kept sucking, She had tightened her lips around his cock and was making gurgling noises as she continued to suck the spurting cock. Joe's hips thrust wildly and each thrust ended in another long squirt of cum in my mother's mouth.

Mom cupped his balls in one hand, rubbing them as she grabbed his cock with the other and jerked it off into her mouth. I sat there moaning and whimpering as I watched Joe's balls being emptied down her throat, while mom groaned and squealed as if she were cumming.

Joe let mom's hair go, but grabbed the sides of her face and groaned, "Stop now, you whore," when she had sucked every drop from him and her mouth was driving him crazy on his now sensitive cock.

Mom slid him from her lips and with a smile opened her mouth and intentionally showed me the huge puddle of cum in it.

She wagged her white tongue at me before closing her mouth and swallowing. She showed me her now empty mouth and laughed, "Hmmm, that was good, baby, But this is just my appetizer, you know?"

"Shit, your mom has become some nasty cum-addicted slut, I tell you, Alex." Joe slumped back into the chair.

"You liked watching your mom giving blow jobs, baby?" Mom stood up and leaned over and kissed me on my lips. Her mouth tasted salty and smelled sweet. I gagged at the taste of Joe's fresh cum inside mom's mouth.

"This was the first of the many that you are going to see from me from now on. Your mother is a dirty little cum slut, that's okay with you?"

"I...yeah!" I exclaimed, causing her to laugh.

"You always were obedient," mom said, then turning her back to me, hooked her thumbs into her thong, "Want to see mommy's pussy, baby, the one someone is going to lick?"

I remained quiet. Mom came closer to me and whispered in my ears, "Just say it, honey. I know you want to. Don't lie to your mommy now."

"Yes." I sat up and watched mom bend over, working her red thong down.

I licked my lips at the sight of her pink pussy winking out at me from between her lush thighs and her round ass. Mom gave that ass a playful shake and turning around pointed to the floor.

"Well you see honey, Joe does not exactly like licking my pussy. But mommy has her needs. So we have made a deal, haven't we Master?" she said, turning towards Joe.

Joe had already lit a cigar and was taking long puffs from it, a smug smile across his face.

"Yes, of course, Daniela. Billy, come in. It's your turn." shouted Joe.

Then suddenly the big burly bald dude who was driving the jeep yesterday night came forward.

"Your turn, Billy, get on your knees for your Mistress."

It was then that it dawned upon me that the blonde biker who had knocked out the helpless couple mercilessly was no one other than my mom.

Mom sat back in the chair facing me and lifted her legs, draped them over the arms of the chair, leaving her legs spread wide open and her pussy completely exposed. I could see the small clit piercing atop her pussy which shimmered in the light.

"Fuck." I whispered when she reached down and spread her glistening pink lips open for Billy.

"Yeah, you want that? But you are not going to get in, sonny boy. All you are going to do is watch as Billy here is going to suck me off." Mom's red nails teased her swollen pierced clit and I took in her soft wet lips and the small patch of trimmed triangular blonde fuzz just above her slit.

Placing Billy's hands on her thighs, he gave each a soft kiss before leaning into her pussy. Mom spread her lips open wider and he blew lightly on her clit. Mom moaned and her hips lifted off the bed. Billy placed his face directly in her pussy and took a deep breath. Billy's eyes rolled back at the sexy scent of my mother's pussy and flicking his tongue out teased it across her clit."Yes, oh yes," she moaned, "Oh, how I want that!"

Billy swirled his tongue around her clit then taking his time, he worked his tongue down through her wet lips and pushed it inside her. Mom whimpered and encouraged by the sound, he sucked hard and moaned as his mouth filled with her sticky juices.

"Ohh, you like how I taste?" she asked, "Go ahead, move your tongue, eat my pussy, you filthy slave."

Billy swirled his tongue inside her enjoying the little whimpering sounds she was making and keeping this tongue rigid moved his head back and forth.

"That's it! Watch your mother getting tongue-fucked!" Then she turned towards Billy and said, "Take that pussy, it's your pussy tonight, baby!"

Mom's dirty talking made my dick even harder and the lack of stroking it was finally making my balls hurt a lot.

Billy worked his tongue back up through the folds of her sweet pussy and bringing his hand up slid two fingers inside her.

"Yes!" she cried, "Look at you not needing to be told! You know how to take care of your Mistress, don't you?"

"Anything you want, ma'am.; Billy whispered as he shoved his fingers deep inside her. I couldn't help but marvel at how tight and hot her pussy was.

"That's what I want to hear!" Mom moaned, "My slave doing anything I want! Move those fingers faster, Billy, I'm not a little virgin; I'm a mature cum-dumpster now!"

Billy moved his fingers faster and drove them in harder. Mom was so wet, his fingers were making sucking sounds as they withdrew and Billy's cheeks were already wet from her thighs. Billy's lips found her clit and as he gently sucked it into his mouth and she sighed,

I had another feeling of unreality flowing over me.

Was a thug like Billy really on his knees sucking my mother's pussy right after she had given their leader a porn star quality blow job? Were his fingers really buried in her pussy?

On that note, I imagined what my cock would feel like inside her and forced that away from me. What was I thinking? I don't know if it was the place or the taboo nature of what was going on in front of me, the debauchery had started to corrupt my mind as well.

Mom was making soft sounds of pleasure and I looked up to see her playing with her nipples. My cock was now as stiff as it had been before, watching her red nails tug on her pink flesh. Mom's eyes were partially closed and her red lips parted as she sighed and moaned.

Damn she was beautiful I thought, no, not just beautiful, but sexy as hell. She was right, she was a real woman. Even her body; with her large full chest and round ass and soft thighs. No one compared to her. No-one.

Billy sucked her clit harder and faster in time with his thrusting fingers and mom's moans became louder with a high-pitched yip at the end each time his fingers drove him. He switched from sucking to licking, swirling his tongue in hard circles around her swollen nub and mom said softly,

"Alex, look at my slave down there! Honey, he is making your mom feel so good! Oh, how I love this!" she sighed, "Just laying back and having my pussy eaten, hmmm Look at him down there. I know you think it's wrong, but God making you watch your mommy's pussy getting ravaged is making me so damn horny."

Billy smiled up at her and started sucking her clit again, Mom gasped and her hips started moving, pushing his fingers deeper into her.

"Yeah, baby!" she groaned, "Just like that! I'll let you enjoy me more later, right now make me cum!" Billy started sucking harder and she cried, "Fuck yeah! Harder you filthy slave, harder! Suck that clit!"

Mom swung her legs over the chair and draping her legs over his shoulders began sliding her soft feet up and down his back. That pressed her thighs tighter to his face and pushed her pussy hard against his face.

Not that Billy was complaining in the least. His mouth was full of her juice, while the room filled with her intoxicating scent. Mom slid her feet to his shoulders and as her toes curled hard into his skin her hips lifted off the bed.

"Harder!" She moaned, "Put another finger in! Stretch that whore pussy."

Surprised, I watched as Billy added a third finger and moaned at the feeling of mom's pussy spreading around it. She whimpered as his fingers began to thrust, but her hips rose to meet them more forcefully than before and her whimper ended in a long sexy moan. He sucked hard enough to make his lips smack and mom cried out, "Like that! Oh, just like that, baby!"

He started sucking as hard as he could, smacking his lips on her clit, when he released it then sucking it back in.

In front of me, mom was now twisting her pierced nipples and moaning louder and louder, Her hips were rocking and she lifted her back from the chair pushing her wet flesh into his face.

"Oh, oh...right there!" she moaned, "You...you're going to make me cum," Then she looked right at me and said. "My baby, watch carefully as he is going to get me off. I..." she whimpered and gasped, "Pull the buttplug from my ass, Billy."