What I do remember was sitting up all night talking about what we had seen, and wondering silently what had happened when my mother went back that night to talk with Red's parents. I always wondered what went on and, although Red never said anything, I always figured that he may have had some "fun" that night with my mother, which his parents made him promise never to tell us about.

Soon after the kids left things really got out of control. She was used and abused in every position imaginable, she must have pleased over 20 men that night. It was all part of Red's father's plan to break her spirit and make her understand she was now his property. "Man Llama you have me wetting my pants! I always had a thing for an Aunt and a couple of teachers when I was 12, but never dreamt of doing anything so wild."

"It was just that - wild."

"I sat here picturing myself undressing your mother and everything. Hey question. What about the pictures? Did you guys get any back."

"Ya we did. You know how some had baseball cards to show off? Well we had nude photos of my mother. Her face was either torn off, or blacked out, or we had her in a mask."

"Where these just the pictures you took when you first stripped her."

"Some. But we got a lot more though the next few years."

"Damm! What do you mean the next few years? God how many pictures do you think you took?"

"Don't really know. There were stag films made of us and my mother. Among others. Along with other things."

*

A week had past since my mother was made to strip in public and raped. She was not aware that I and my five closest friends had witnessed her first public humiliation, so things between us were quite normal. Normal as it could be, considering she had just bared and posed herself for her son and a friend of his the day before she stripped publicly and got raped. Normal as it could be, considering her son and his twelve years old friends had drugged her, stripped her naked, plaid with her and photographed it all.

The term, normal took on a whole new meaning for my mother and me. We talked without ever bringing up what had happened. I did my chores and obeyed her as before, just as my friends treated her with the same respect and courtesy as before we had "captured her." This would be the "normal" outward appearance that the world would see.

Although nothing was said between us, we both knew what our roles were, and as my brother and I helped finish the dishes I was about to exercise my new found power as "slave master" over my own mother. Inside I felt like jelly, but at the same time after seeing her fucked in public and sucking cock, made it easy for me to approach her - after my dad left for work, and my brother went out with his friends.

To my own amazement I calmly, and firmly told her that my friends and I wanted to play a game the next day. As she folded some towels, you could see her begin to bite on her lower lip. I went on and explained that it was a game of "Cowboys and Indians," and she was to be the Indian's captured white woman.

She looked at me for a moment as I went on to explain, we wanted her to be nude; then looking away she let out a long sigh. After a moment of silence, she asked me with a rather disappointed tone in her voice, if it was something I wanted her to do.

It was obvious that she was hoping that somewhere she would hit on a nerve of guilt and loyalty within me, and that I'd change my mind. But as my cock hardened I nodded my head that I wanted her to do it. When I told her that my friends would be over about 10:00 a.m. she shook her head no, saying that she didn't want them up in our apartment. Then to my surprise she told me that she'd come down to the storage room instead.

The rest of the night nothing further was said about what I had asked her to do. In fact we talked and joked with each other just as always. For a moment I began to feel guilty about what I had done and was about to do the next day. However, when she told me she had to go out a while and to put myself to bed, I began to picture her walking with Red's dad back to Sam's Rec. Hall just like a week earlier. With that in mind I couldn't wait for the next day.

My mom headed over to Red's fathers house very nervously. When she came to the front door he was waiting for her with a grin on his face. He wrapped his arms around her and slid his tongue into her mouth. His hands rolled down her back to her plump ass, he squeezed her softly then harder. He opened the door and led her inside.

To her surprise Jimmy's dad was there and smiled when he spotted her. Hello there Mrs. S. She didn't respond, he walked up to her and unzipped her dress it dropped to the floor, then slid of her slip. Very nice. Then he unclipped her bra. Out they dropped he grabbed them and squeezed them.

Red's father then walked up to them and pulled down her panties. You can keep your girdle and nylons on, they aren't in the way. They both laughed. Jimmy's dad slid his hand between my mother's legs and started rubbing her pussy. Reds dad slapped her ass, then started mooching her asshole. They paused so they could strip then told my mother to get on the bed and spread her legs. She reluctantly did and they moved in on her.

Red's dad's cock head found her pussy and starting slowly fucking, while Jimmy's dad slapped her face a few times with his stiffening cock before he pushed it between her lips.

Jimmy's dad squeezed her tits as she sucked him off. He pulled out and shot his cum on her tits.

Red shot his load deep inside her again. Then they got off of her, my mother was about to dress until Red's father said, "What the hell do you think you're doing?"

She must have had a dumb look on her face cause he then said, "There's still cum on my cock. Clean it off bitch."

A look of disgust was on her face as she grimly crawled toward him. Knowing that his cock was just inside her and her juices she would soon taste disgusted her. Reds dad took his hand and helped guide her there since it was obvious she was taking her time. The cock slipped in and he started becoming hard again he pumped away, fucking her face, till cum rolled over her lips.

The next day I was up bright and early on my way out to do my paper route. My brother had gotten up early too and was on his way to a caddying job that he had just gotten, and would take him away for the day. Dad had just left for his day job, leaving mom still asleep on the hide-a- bed. As I looked at her, I thought about removing her pajamas and beginning the day of fun early, but I didn't have the nerve.

It was almost 10:00 a.m. and we had gathered at the bottom of the steps leading up to our fourth floor apartment. As Eddy bounced a ball against a wall, and Jimmy impatiently walked back and forth, occasionally looking up at the stairs hoping to see my mother coming down; I went over the ground rules - no fucking, any pictures could not be of her face, and be as respectful as possible.

It was twenty minutes later and my mother hadn't come down. Red told me to go get her. I ran up the stairs skipping every other step and slammed open the back door; yelling for her. She responded in her usual quite and calm manner that she had just finished her shower.

Within two minutes she appeared in the kitchen wearing a long terry cloth robe and slippers. She asked me to go out and see who may be around. I did as she told me. When I told her I saw no one other than my friends, she came out and started down the steps, with me following her. Half way down she paused at a railing and looked down at the others.

All their eyes were glued on her. The hungry looks on their faces made me smile, and my mother shake her head. The others piled into the storage room, quickly followed by my mother and me.

She told me to close the door and lock it, then politely she asked Billy and Tommy to cover the small window. Once all was taken care of to her satisfaction she undid her robe and without a pause, opened it and let it slip to the floor.

This time, unlike when she bared herself to Red and me in my apartment, she couldn't just look past us pretending that we weren't there. No, this time there were six pairs of eyes and six gaping mouths staring at her tits and pussy. For a few minutes we all stood there not exactly sure how to act, then Red simply asked, "Mrs. S. bend over and dangle your tits for us."

You could see her face redden a bit, but she did like Red asked. She stayed that way for only a moment before letting out a shocked squeal after Jimmy grabbed one of the large mounds of white flesh.

Mother straightened up and covered her tits with her arms. Her face showed the look of indignation, but changed to one of resignation as I began to rub her pump ass with my hands. I don't remember what I said, or how easy it was to pull her arms behind her back.

I do remember saying something about her being my "White woman captive," as I tied her to a post in the middle of the room. I glared into her eyes as I plaid with her tits and nipples, feeling the strangest sense of power. She didn't look away but just shook her head a bit. I felt her tits in my hands and couldn't help but smile.

When I let my hand, drop to between her legs and began to play with her hair, she groaned and asked me not to do that. All that her last request did was to make me more excited, and with some force my hand and fingers began to squeeze her pussy. Now my Mother turned her head and closed her eyes. I invited each one of the others to come and play.

I was on my second turn and was fingering my Mother's now thickened clit and checking out the oozing goo that began to run down her inner thighs, when we heard someone coming to the storage room door. Panicked and scrambling to untie my mother, the door began to open. Just in time: We had my mother back in her robe and pretended we were helping her find a box. The old lady came in and had no clue as to what had been going on, but by interrupting; gave my mother a chance to dart out the door and back up to our apartment.

I went up after we all had stopped laughing at what had just happened. None of us was sure as just what to expect next. What we did know, was that we didn't want to stop just yet. With the urging of my friends, I went up to get my mother to come back down.

My mother sat on the couch tight lipped, staring off into space. Her chest heaved beneath her robe, and her head slowly shook side to side. I wasn't as confident this time when I asked her to come back down to the storage room.

When I asked her, she first looked at me for a moment with her soft Brown eyes, then with a deep breath she stood up and firmly told me - no. I felt my heart sink and my eyes fell to the floor. Suddenly she began to speak.

"So. You want your mother to be," she hesitated and glared at me a moment, "to be your sex slave?" Now all of a sudden I began to feel a bit uncomfortable. "For you. AND all your FRIENDS?" When she put it that way, I really felt like a rat.

I don't know what she thought or felt after having said all that, and then having to watch me tear out of the living room to the kitchen to get some pieces of cord. When I came back into the living room, she was sitting on the bed, looking at me, still shaking her head in disbelief.

As I looped a cord around one of her wrists, she made one last request; making me swear not to let the others fuck her. But not in those words. After having tied my mother spread eagled to the bed I stood back to admire the awesome view of her nude body. I stared intently at the pinkness of her partially open vagina. I must have been in a trance.

My hands rubbed and squeezed her tits. Again when my fingers plaid with her nipples I watched her wet her lips, as my hands began to cup her pussy. As my fingers parted the lips on her pussy and my index finger timidly brushed the inside pinkness of her vagina, my mother softly asked me to stop and not to put my finger inside her.

For the time being I left my mother and bolted out the back door like some sort of crazy man. I looked over the railing and down at my friends who were about ready to leave; thinking that my mother had killed me or some sort of thing like that. Waiving my arms for them to come up, I turned and went back into my apartment.

Like flies to honey they descended on her. As they fought to be on the bed with her I stood back and just laughed. Jimmy and Red each pulled at her nipples while Billy took pictures, being careful not to get her face in any of the pictures. Eddy and Tommy took their hands and plaid with her pussy. Billy finally stopped taking pictures and joined in.

Mother's pussy was wide open and again oozing her goo. It was just too inviting. Red's fingers slipped into the pink wet hole. First two then four; slipping in and out as hard as he could. I know I promised her I wouldn't let them fuck her, but I didn't promise her that we wouldn't finger fuck her.

She laid there with her eyes closed as each of us took our turns at the gooey hole. Suddenly her stomach tighten and began to quiver as I took another turn shoving my fingers into her. Then her hips began to twist and raise up and down. The muscles of her vagina tighten hard against my fingers. Finally her whole body bounced and twisted and low moans and groans came from her mouth.

Laying there panting and sobbing; without opening her eyes she asked me to stop and send the others home. I did as she asked. Leaving her tied to the bed I walked with the others to the kitchen. We all were laughing and smiling at what we had accomplished.

For the rest of the summer the scene at my apartment would be repeated at each of the others homes. All that is except Red's. My mother absolutely refused to go there with us. And we all knew why!

Less than a week after our first time with my mother, I had been out playing baseball with Red and some friends at a park near by; it was evening and getting dark so we were heading home. As we walked Red asked how long my brother was staying at our cousins. Since I hadn't told him that he was going to be staying at our cousins, I asked how he knew.

Red just laughed as he told me how his dad got my mother to arrange times when she could stay out very, very late. "Business, you know," Red finished, laughing a bit.

No I didn't know.

So Red told me that when my mother told me to go to bed, and that she was going to be out late tonight, just to bet that his dad was pimping her at their flat. Somehow I knew it was true, and I guess I really didn't care, but still I had to say that I didn't believe him. Naturally he was willing to prove it to me.

True enough; mother told me to get myself to bed, that she'd be out - late. Just like Red said she would tell me. Just like she did a time before, she dressed and left, after checking to see if I was asleep.

This time I followed her. Just like Red said she went to Red's flat.

All the lights in the flat were on, the shades were drawn but you could see shadows of some people that already were there. I saw the door open; you could hear loud music along with the voices of Red's mother and some men.

I heard Red's dad heartily greet my mother and heard him shout that the entertainment had arrived. As the door was closing I could hear the men inside give out whistles and cat calls. No more than a couple of minutes later, another man showed up. As he went in, Red was sent out.

When I called out to him, Red came running over waiving a ten dollar bill. The money was for him to go amuse himself. As I stared at the flat with some mixed emotions, I asked Red how long did he have to be gone. He replied that my dad got home about three; so since it was just ten now - about four hours.

"How did he amuse himself?" I asked.

With that question he grabbed me by an arm. He led me to the steps of his two flat where we had gathered many nights before, dreaming of having a sex slave. We paused as another man walked past us and up to the door to Red's flat. Then quietly we slipped between two tall Lilac bushes placing us at one of the front windows of the apartment. There we could listen to the men and their joking over the loud music.