How I made my mom a whore

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Samantha and I knew that Santos was the most ferocious criminal that they have ever come across. He would stop at nothing to get revenge for his deceased daughter. After making me fuck Samantha, my mom, it was evident that the next step of this torture will be more ferocious. Samantha knew what was coming and that was why she was consoling me. The door in the dungeon where I fucked my mom was opened again and six men emerged to take us back to Santos. When we went there, we saw Santos sitting in a grand chair. We often see such chairs being used as the throne for kings in movies. 

Santos was smiling at me and said, “Look, what you did. I knew that you were a sex addict. But, you didn’t go hard at your mom just like you did with my daughter. That’s not fair. You have to treat all your women similarly. Or did my daughter do something that made you choke her out while you were fucking her?” I was stunned for a while because my mind wandered off to that night when I choked that whore so hard that she died. But, when Santos screamed at me, I got back to my senses. He asked me, “Why did you choke my daughter? Answer me now or I will shoot your mom.” I had to answer it now but I didn’t know what to say. I had to say something. 

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“I like choking women while fucking.” I said that without knowing what to expect next. But, that was right too because I really enjoyed beating women while fucking them. I did that will all the whores that I fucked. Santos knew that I wasn’t lying. He got up from his chair and came close to me and said, “Why didn’t you choke this whore then?” He pointed his finger towards my mom. I couldn’t say anything. I just put my head down and closed my eyes. I didn’t know why I didn’t feel like choking my mom while fucking her. I realized that I enjoyed fucking my mom more than anything else. But, why didn’t I choke her was one question I did have an answer for. So, I decided to stay quiet. 

And, that was a very bad idea because my silence infuriated Santos Escobar even more. He called his people and ordered, “Take these two morons to a nice room and get them ready. Tonight, we will have fun with them.” I looked at Santos and I saw the most villainous smile I ever witness. He said, “What are you looking at you bastard? The fun has just begun. Get some rest because tonight will be a very long night for you and your mom. After tonight, we will decide whether you two should be alive to see the next day’s sun or not. So, give your best and we will see what we would do with you two. 

A Long Awaited Conversation

Those men who brought me and my mom to Santos took us to a room in his mansion. It was the best room I had ever stayed in. The room had everything you need for a luxurious living. But, at times, the biggest luxuries of this world start to become the biggest obstacles in your life. That room was nothing but a jail for me and my mom at that time. Once we were alone in the room, my mom gave me a tight slap. She said, “I never thought that my son would become an animal like that. How could you kill a woman while fucking her? How could you choke someone to death just because you enjoy it? Are you a human or what?

I wasn’t saying anything but I couldn’t hold myself back anymore because my mom was blaming me for over 15 minutes now and I knew that what happened with that whore, wasn’t my fault only. My mom also played a major role in that. You might be wondering why on earth I am addressing the woman I killed as a whore. Truth be told, I just can’t even remember her name even now. I never bothered to ask the name of the sluts I fucked. I never cared who they were. I was just renting their bodies and I was using them. They were commodities and I was paying to use them and by beating them I was making my money worth it. 

“Stop it, Mom, it wasn’t my fault alone. You played your part in that as well. Now, you would ask me why. Well, guess what, when I was a young man, I wanted to be close to my parents. My father died. I was alone in this world because my father was my best friend. I thought you would take his place but instead, you decided to take his business and leave your son. I was alone in this world and I had no one to share my feelings. I was looking forward to having you in my school during special days just like other parents come with their children. But, you were never to be seen. I was alone I was lonely and there was no one with me.” I poured my frustrations out finally.

“For that, you would end up killing someone?” Samantha said angrily. “No Mom, I didn’t kill because I was lonely. I killed because I started finding pleasure in someone else’s pain. I lived a painful childhood and I fell in love with the feeling of being in pain. And, when I inflicted pain on a naked woman, it felt like I was hurting you, Mom. I really do. Last night, I thought I would hurt you as well while I fucking you. But, I don’t know why I stopped myself. So, let me tell you, Mom, I am not the sole criminal here as you have done the same by ignoring me throughout your life.” There was a pin-drop silence in the room as both Samantha and I were not talking to each other. We were just staring at each other. But, the silence was broken by a strong thud in the door. We knew it was time!

Let the Show Begin!

I knew that there were a lot of unsaid things that remained between me and my mom. But, it was time for our torture as Santos Escobar called us downstairs. When we reached downstairs, we saw 10 men stripped naked standing in the middle of the hall room. As we reached there, I was tied to a pillar and my mom was pushed in front of those men. They didn’t wait to tear her dress apart. I saw Santos stripping as well. I knew that my mom would be gang raped in front of me. Santos came from behind and grabbed her hair and threw her on the couch. Then he started choking her. He was staring at me while he was choking my mom. He said, “Simon, that’s how you choked my daughter, isn’t it?” He also told all those men, “What are you waiting for? Fuck this beach as hard as you can. Just destroy her completely.”

The show had just begun then. Santos was working on the throat of my mom and he was choking her while fucking her mouth. Yes, it was an incredible scene as others were fucking her ass and pussy. Nobody else was allowed to work on her mouth as It was only for Santos, well, that’s what I presumed. Other men were slapping and punching her pussy as well as slapping and punching her ass. But, Santos was slapping her face, pulling her hair, and choking her to the point where she was almost fading. I thought they would kill my mom because Santos was in that kind of mood. It was the perfect porn scene happening live in front of my eyes. The only thing that was preventing me from enjoying the scene was that the girl getting gang raped was my mom. But, after a while, I ignored that thought and started enjoying the show as well. 

Santos saw that my dick was erect, He ordered me to come close to my mom and choke her. He said, “I want to see how you choked my daughter.” I went closer to my mom and choked her, He ordered me to insert my dick in her mouth as I was choking her and I did. Santos left me to work on my mom’s mouth and throat. He went ahead to fuck my mom. Well, I thought that. When I looked back, I saw him entering a beer bottle inside my mom’s pussy and a large baseball bat inside her ass. She couldn’t scream because my dick was inside her mouth. When I turned around to see the condition of my mom, she already fainted. Santos came over and slapped her hard, sprinkling some water over her face along with some whisky. She was gaining consciousness. Santos made her sit on her knees as everyone including me and Santos ejaculated the load on her body. After that, he ordered his men to take us back to the room. I felt like we were safe for the night.

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