She could feel his hardness through his jeans, pressing into her loins. It made her start to get wet.He then reached up and grabbed her by the hair, p...lled her forward and turned her to face the wall. Pushing her up against it he demanded, “give me your hands.” She did and he cuffed one, then the other.He began to kiss and bite the back of her neck, working his way up it then over to the other side as his hands came around to caress, then squeeze her breasts. Her nipples growing. All of the sounds one associates with rough fucking.A quick aside about my mother. I've always found her objectively attractive, and like many guys she was one of my first sexual fantasies. Whenever she would visit me at school, my friends and roommates would make endless jokes to me about how badly they wanted to bang my mom. But not even in my most depraved fantasies could I have imagined the view that greeted me as I carefully crept to her bedroom window and peeked inside.Mom, entirely. He must have liked me, because he wanted to go back to my place. So then we sat on different sofas opposite each other and chatted some more, until he patted the empty space next to him, gesturing for me to sit next to him. I told him that I'm very nervous, which was actually true - because he was gorgeous, and he pointed out that we can go as little or as far as I'm comfortable with. I asked if I could kiss him, and he said yes. So we kissed, and he had the softest lushest lips I had ever. His dark black skin bulged with muscle. His grey sweatpants hid a weapon, soon revealed to me. The pistol pressed against my temple. He told me to not resist, or else.Blindfolded, hand and feet cuffed, gagged and thrown in the trunk of a car. I was scared for my life. My mind raced. Did Anna do this? Was it a coincidence? Why would she do this? The trunk opened and I was brought into a rundown house. My captor smelled of weed, the house even more so. Trap music played in the distance. He sat.