It was something that Jason could not have expected to happen. Perhaps he was too naïve, too unsuspecting. Whichever, the fault was his and he walked right into the trap.

At college he had few friends. He was just shy, lacking in confidence. So when two of the guys from the rugby club began to chat to him he was easily taken in. Ben and Jeff were burly looking young men. Quite brusque in their manners, often crude in their talk. But they took Jason under their wing and he was grateful. So grateful that he could overlook those aspects of their behavior which he would normally have avoided.

Thus it was that they were around when Jason’s mum turned up at the college to view an exhibition which he had contributed to. Jaqueline was an attractive forty-year old blonde who had kept herself in good shape. For the visit to the college she had made a self-conscious effort over her appearance, anxious not to let Jason down. So she turned up in a pair of tight denim jeans and a short blue jacket with a fake-fur collar which set off her collar-length hair. She had clear blue, slightly-hooded eyes, which gave her an almost constant look of allure ... Jason was proud of her, especially when Ben and Jeff sidled up, obviously eager to meet her. After their cheerily introducing themselves they sent Jason off to get his mom a glass of wine, while they escorted her round the exhibition.

When Jason got back, clutching four glasses of wine, it was clear that Ben, Jeff and his mum had hit it off well. She was laughing as they commented and quipped about the work on display, and they were standing close to her, occasionally touching her arm to emphasise a point. When she smiled, the corners of her eyes creased, giving her what his father had once described as ‘come to bed’ eyes. By the end of the evening, the two guys seemed to have formed a close relationship with his mother and, as they parted, they each kissed her on the cheek.

Driving home later, his mother had commented on how glad she was that he had made such entertaining and intelligent friends ... Quite how he missed the warning signs would forever remain a mystery to him.

It was perhaps only a few weeks later when his mother suggested that he should feel free to invite friends back to the house. It was something he had never done before and so he was slightly taken by surprise by the idea. Nevertheless, the next day when he bumped into Ben and Jeff, he put her suggestion to them.

‘So, this was your mother’s idea?’ Ben murmured, glancing at Jeff.

Jason nodded and Ben and Jeff exchanged meaningful grins.

‘Yeah,’ said Jeff, ‘we’d love to come round ... Is your mom gonna be there?’

Jason shrugged, saying that he thought she might as she didn’t go out often in the evening. Ben and Jeff grinned at each other again and nodded.

So it was that a date and time were set.

Three evenings later, Ben and jeff arrived as arranged at the bungalow. As soon as Jason opened the door to them, he suspected that they had been drinking. Their breath smelled faintly of spirits, and Ben in particular was swaying slightly as he stood on the doorstep. He led them into the house and through to the kitchen where his mother was preparing food. She smiled at the two young men; ‘Hey you two, good to see you again.’

They murmured their greeting and Jason noticed that they looked her up and down approvingly. She was wearing her tight jeans as usual, and an open-necked blue cotton blouse which revealed her deep cleavage and gave a glimpse of well-formed breasts encased in a white lacy bra ... Then Jason led them up through to the utility room where a large television screen dominated the room. Opposite it stood a large leather sofa and while Jason lined up some of his favourite video games, the two guys sprawled there watching ... They must have been playing for about forty minutes when Jason’s mum came into the room, to see if they wanted anything.

Her question prompted a snigger from Ben but Jeff kept a polite expression on his face and replied. ‘No thank you Mrs. Pearce, ... not yet, anyway.’

She smiled back at him. ‘Ok, well,’ she said ‘ you know where to find me when you want something.’

Ben gave a quiet, barely suppressed laugh. But Jeff again kept his composure. ‘Sure, thanks Mrs Pearce. We’ll be sure to find you when we want something.’

She gave a broad smile and ducked out of the room.

The boys continued playing, but it seemed to Jason that their heart wasn’t really in the game. After some time, Jeff asked if he could use the bathroom and he left the room, leaving Ben and Jason to play. It seemed to Jason that he was gone rather a long time, but when he eventually came back, he shut the door, nodded pointedly to Ben and stood with his back against the door. Ben gave a nervous giggle and rose to his feet. Jason looked up at them, wondering what was going on. ‘You’re not going yet are you?’ he asked, feeling a little disappointed.

‘Oh no,’ Jeff said reassuringly. ‘We’re not planning on going yet, ... not for a while anyway.’ He grinned at Ben. Suddenly, Jason felt his arms pinned behind his back. Strong arms lifted him almost from his feet and dragged him across the room. Jeff pulled an upright chair from under a table and position it in the middle of the room.

‘What are you doing?’ Jason protested. ‘What’s going on?’

‘Oh,’ Jeff grinned at him. ‘It’s just a little fun, that’s all.’ Then he pushed Jason back to sit on the chair while Ben held his arms back. Jeff pulled a handful of cable-ties from a pocket and, kneeling next to the chair, quickly secured Jason’s arms to the back of the chair. Then he strapped his feet to the legs.

‘Hey, ... stop,’ Jason protested again, ‘this isn’t comfortable. What are you doing?’

The two guys stood watching him for a moment, then Ben gave Jeff a nod. ‘Come on,’ he said, ‘let’s get on with it.’

‘Get on with what?’ Jason exclaimed.

‘You’ll see.’ Ben laughed.

Jeff opened the door a little and called out. ‘Mrs. Pearce, have you got a minute?’

Jason heard his mum’s voice from the kitchen and seconds later, the door opened and she walked in. For a second of two she stood still taking in the scene, looking confused, her brows drawn together in uncertainty.

‘What...?’ she began. But before she could finish the question, Ben had stepped behind her, and wrapping one arm round her waist he clamped a hand over her mouth. Jason saw his mum’s eyes widen with shock. She gave a muffled cry of protest ... Ben glanced at Jeff, then turned to look at Jason as Jeff stepped forward, put his hands up and gripped the front of her shirt. His mum’s eyes were wide with alarm and she gave a stifled scream.

‘No!’

The Jeff’s hands ripped her shirt apart, sending buttons bounding across the floor. He peeled the shirt back over her shoulders, exposing the white lacy bra encasing the round firmness of her breasts. Jason felt alarm, panic, rushing through him.

‘Hey guys. Stop! What are you doing. You can’t do that to my Mum.’

Jeff turned to look at him and his face was flushed.

‘Oh yeah, can’t we?’ he snarled. ‘ Watch me.’

Then he grabbed the straps of her bra, and peeled them slowly off her shoulders. He glanced back at Jason. ‘Watching?’ he asked. Then he inserted his fingers into the cups of her bra and yanked them down. Her breasts bounced, the large aureola and nipples, fully exposed.

Jason felt his heart give a lurch. Jeff turned to one side so that Jason could see as he took one of her breasts in his hand and squeezed. ‘Wow Jason. You’re mum has fuckin’ great tits.’ She gave a squeal and tried to wrestle herself free of their grip.

Ben was grinning over her shoulder and staring at Jason, he took his arm from round her waist and took her other breast in his hand. ‘Hey Jason,’ he called,’ you should get a feel of this.’

Jason’s mum gave another squeal. He saw her stare at him, panic in her eyes. She shook her head frantically. Making whimpering noises.

Jeff turned to look at Jason for a moment. Then he undid the button of her jeans. She gave another muffled yell.

‘No! Don’t!

Jeff looked at Jason again, a wide grin on his face. Then he slowly unzipped her jeans, peeling them open to reveal her white panties.

‘No! You guys. Stop this,’ he protested. ‘This isn’t a joke. Let her go.’

Jeff and Ben exchanged glances, and Ben gave Jason a long look over his mother’s bare shoulder. ‘Hey Jason,’ he called, ‘watch this.’

Jason went rigid. Ben pulled aside the tails of his mother’s shirt and placed the palm of his hand on her tummy. Then he slid his hand slowly down into her panties.

‘Nooo!’ she squealed. ‘No! Stop this ... Now! This has gone too far.’

But Ben pushed his hands down further, forcing his fingers in between her legs. She buckled at the knees, and gave another scream. ‘Don’t! ... Don’t touch me.!’

Jason saw her trying to cross her legs, but Jason kicked her legs apart, and Ben’s hand buried itself deep inside her panties. ‘Jay’ she cried out appealing, ‘Jay ... do something. Help me!’

Jason stared at Ben’s hand moving deep in his mum’s panties and felt a sudden anger. He began wrenching at the cable ties, but they just cut painfully into his wrists.

‘Hey Jason,’ Jeff said mockingly, ‘take it easy man.’

Ben was grinning at him. He kissed her on the shoulder and she gave another yell.

‘Stop. Don’t touch me. Let me ... go.’ Her cry was muffled again as Ben’s hand clamped across her mouth.

‘Hey Jason,’ Ben called again, ‘ ... ever had a feel of mummy’s pussy?’

‘Get the fuck off of her’ he yelled helplessly in response.

Ben laughed. ‘Got a finger in her here, Jason. I think she’s going to like this.’

Jason’s mother shook her head frantically, her eyes now brimming with tears, turned to her helpless son. ‘Pleeease! She screamed into Ben’s hand. ‘Pleeease, let me go.’

Jeff turned and smiled at Jason. ‘Hey Jason, we’re just gonna have a little fun with mummy. So just you stay here and be a good boy, eh?’

Jeff opened the door and Ben backed out dragging Jason’s mum behind him. Jeff followed, and as he went to close the door, he turned back to glance at Jason. ‘Now don’t you be going anywhere, Jason. We’ll be back later.’

And then the door closed. There was a faint sound of a struggle outside in the hallway. He could hear Ben and Jeff laughing. Their voices sounded excited. Then he heard a door opening, and he knew it was his mother’s bedroom. There was silence for a moment, and then he heard his mother scream.

‘No! Nooo! Don’t.’

Jason felt sweat breaking out on his forehead. His heart was beating loudly. His mother’s voice came again.

‘No. Stop! ... Stop.! HELP! Somebody Help me!’

Ben and Jeff were laughing. There came the faint sound of a struggle. Feet hammering on the floor. Then another muffled scream.

‘Nooooo! Nooooo! Nooooo!’

The voices of Ben and Jeff came again. Sounding harsher more angry, and he could hear their words.

‘ ... On the bed. Hold her. HOLD HER! For fuck’s sake Jeff. Hold her arms!’

There was the sound of his mother squealing. ‘Nooo! Please! ... Don’t, Don’t.’

Ben’s voice again. ‘Nice legs Mrs Pearce, spread them... ‘

Her cry came again. ‘Nooo, No! Don’t do this! Don’t do this ... Please!’

Then there was the sound of a blow, and his mother gave a pained scream. ‘Aaaaah.’

‘Shut the fuck up!’ ... Ben’s voice again.

‘Eeeeeagh’ a high pitched cry. ‘Nooo!’

Then there was silence. And as the sound of his mother’s screams fell silent the room about him felt still and stifling. Then he heard it. Soft and low. The sound of his mother’s bed creaking steadily, rhythmically. Jason wanted to cover his ears, but his hands were tied. He struggled again, but the ties bit deeper into his skin. There was another sound now, a low but distinct sobbing sound interspersed with low moans. ‘Ow ... ow ... oh! ... Nooo ... please ... please stop ... please... ‘

The creaking of the bed became suddenly louder, faster, more violent. Her voice was drowned by a sudden shout from Ben. ‘Oh Jesus Christ! Yes! Yes! Yes! Fuck Yes!’

His mother gave a wild scream. ‘Nooooo, Nooooo, Noooo... ‘ and there was a sudden quietness, punctuated after a while by quiet moans and sobs from his mother. ‘Oh ... Oh God ... Oh God!’

Jason felt sick. The ties were biting his wrists painfully but the silence was worse. His mind was filled with images of what was going on in his mother’s bedroom. He didn’t want to think about it ... but his imagination expanded on the sounds which he had been forced to listen to, and he found his mind filled with images of his mother being held down on the bed and raped. As the silence continued, the images grew more vivid and, gradually, he felt his body getting excited. The thought of his mother being raped was ... if he could see it ... To his dismay he found that his penis was getting stiff.

Suddenly the door opened and Ben was standing there a big grin on his face. He was naked from the waist down and his penis hung down, looking swollen and red and wet.

‘Hey there Jason... ‘ Ben said quietly. ‘You having a good time there on your own?’

Jason glared at him. ‘Fuck off!’

Ben grinned again. ‘Aw that’s not nice Jay. Especially as we’re gonna give you a little treat.’

Jason frowned as Ben strolled into the room and walked behind the chair. He felt Ben’s hands moving and new cable-ties were wrapped round his wrists. Then he heard the sound of a knife opening and Ben knelt beside him and cut his legs free. Then his arms were suddenly released from the chair, and before he could react, Ben hauled him to his feet and chuckled. ‘Think you’re gonna like this Jay.’ He murmured.

With strong hands Ben pushed Jay to the door and across the hall and into him Mom’s bedroom. The first thing that he saw were his mom’s trainers just inside the doorway. Then her jeans lying in the middle of the floor. They had been turned inside out as they had been dragged from her legs. Nearer to the bed, her panties lay like a thin white shred ... and he bra hung off the edge of the bed ... Then he saw her. She was on her knees against the opposite side of the bed facing him. She was staring at him with red, tear-stained eyes. Streaks of mascara ran in ragged lines down her cheeks. There seemed to be bruising on her upper arms. Then he saw Jeff. He was kneeling behind his mother, one hand over her mouth, the other grasping one of her naked breasts. ‘Hey Jason!,’ he called cheerfully. ‘Want to watch me rape your mummy?’