[SHINJA]

*** CHAPTER 3 ***


I had promised Bob that I'd finish the story of my
mother, and probably could have done an adequate job
without coming up to the cabin that Rohan had purchased
some years ago; then passed on to his son. Yet I figured
Bob would appreciate some visuals to go along with the
ending. As one would guess, the cabin held the visuals
that would put all that I had told him into proper
prospective.

"I talked with Rohan's kid," I told Bob as I got out of the
car, "Very trusting fellow."

"Hope he has some beer inside," Bob replied. "I'm dry as
a bone. But I'm wide awake and wanting to hear it all.
Even if it takes all fucking night."

"Well maybe I won't have to talk to much," I told him
unlocking the front door. I bid him follow me and took
him to a den in the back of the cabin. Flicking on a
light, I listened to Bob let out a long low whistle of
excitement.

Adorned on all the walls were pictures of nude women, and
young girls. Some in good taste, others pure
pornographic. I left Bob to gawk and work himself into a
burning sweat, and went to the kitchen and got us a six
pack of beer.

As I came back into the den Bob looked over his shoulder
at me, "Some of these pictures are very old," pausing to
gather his thoughts, "Ah would you say any came from the
1950's?"

I laughed at his sudden awkwardness. I walked over to one
picture of a nude woman posed for a cheese cake photo.
"This picture was taken for a burlesque theater on State
Street in Chicago. Now it couldn't be displayed on the
street. You see -- shows her nipples and pussy. Couldn't
show those things back then.

But just inside, just barely inside; so when the doors
where held open for any length of time. Well you get the
idea. Now of course she couldn't be like that on stage--
it was against the law. Of course it was. Well maybe,
just maybe, with the right cops on the beat. Just maybe
you'd see her."

"Can I guess?" Bob smiled from ear to ear. "This your
mother?"

I shook my head yes and guided him to another where she
was on her all fours. Bob studied it for a long while
before saying anything. "Damn you weren't bull shitting.
She was one fine lady. With big fucking tits. I mean not
sloppy fat tits..."

"I get the point," I said sitting down on a chair
watching Bob's head spin around in excitement.

"Shit," Bob said excitedly, "This is you and your buddies
with her, isn't it!"

"Yep."

"Damn you guys had the world by the tail. Your mother's
tail, that is! So what came next?"

"Well like I was telling you we were bored. Bored with
sex with my mother, that is."

"That's nuts. How the fuck could you get bored with a
nice body like that?"

Yet as the six of us sat on Rohan's front steps that long
ago summer night remembering the fun we had the past year
at my mother's expense it was apparent that something was
missing, somehow we were actually bored. Bored not so
much with sex. No more with my mother than anything.

We had used her as a way to deal ourselves into getting
new willing "sex" partners. For pictures of my mother, or
having my mother perform for other guys around our age
bracket, we were able to get some pictures in exchange,
of their sisters, cousins, and even a couple of aunts.
Now some of the pictures we had to wait until the girls
matured more, but some paid out right away. We were
getting sex from a couple of high school seniors and an
eighth grader on a regular basis. In all fairness they
were not bad looking either.

So the guys, as well as myself, were getting plenty. It
was probably easier for the guys; because the girls were
closer to our age, so when they fucked they didn't feel
intimidated. I guess. Also, although no one said it;
there was a bit of deep guilt at what we had done. All
except Rohan. As time went on that summer the others would
see less and less of my mother.

As another man walked out of Rohan's rundown flat, zipping
up his pants, Anshul said there went another happy
customer thanks to my mom. In fact my mother was inside
fucking and sucking for Rohan's parents; who were still
making a fairly decent profit with my mother as their
whore.

Anshul's dad too, still used my mother to help him pay off
vendors in the back of his drug store. The first time
jimmy's dad did so once, when he knew he owed this vendor
a lot of money arranged for my mother to be there when
the vendor came to collect, a few brief words had the
vendor escort my mother to the back ally where he
stripped and fucked her hard on the dirt road.

With his comment Anshul excused himself and went home.
Very shortly it was only Rohan and me sitting on the steps.
Another couple of men left the flat laughing and talking
loud enough about my mother's pussy that most of the
block must have heard them. I let out a string of words
that would have made a sailor proud, and finishing by
yelling --Assholes-- at them.

Rohan shook his head and told me how his parents and
Anshul's dad where going to ruin it all. I had to agree,
they were doing too much and using my mother to often, I
was certain, that if the law didn't interfere, my dad
would. Either way there would be hell to pay.

As we talked, Rohan pointed out how they were making money
off of our "sex slave", and what did we get. I reminded
him of the pictures we had swapped for, and the results.
He simply pointed out we could have done that anyway. I
thought a moment, and told him maybe we should pimp her
ourselves. Rohan shook his head, saying that's risky and
that was not where the big money was.

I couldn't pass up the opportunity to ask how much money
his parents where making off my mother's body. To my
shock he figured they might make a couple of hundred each
time. But then they'd pay half to someone for some type
of protection.

Rohan had something on his mind, and he was leading me on
to where he wanted me to be. That was becoming clearer as
he talked. No; he went on, the big money was to be made
in movies and kinky parties.

Kinky parties and movies. The idea stirred something in
me as Rohan knew it would, but he knew what he was about to
say would really get my attention. He asked me; how I'd
feel if his parents and Anshul's dad could not touch my
mother ever again. He knew damned well how I hated the
idea of her being whored by strangers, to strangers. It
was one thing when we did it; at least I'd be there for
her if anything went wrong, and I could guarantee that
she'd not be recognized.

When I asked how he could stop his parents and Anshul's
dad from bothering my mother. He said two words that made
my mouth drop open and my heart race. Hameedbhai.

Hameedbhai: Rohan explained, had connections and could arrange
the films and parties. He could stop my mother from being
whored by his parents and Anshul's dad. All we had to do
was make sure my mother did what he wanted her too do.
We'd be working for him, by getting my mother to
cooperate. We'd be well paid, both money, and sex with
some very beautiful women.

The problem I was having; was that Hameedbhai was the old man
living in the apartment below us. All our young lives we
were all told never to go into his apartment or be alone
with him. He was crazy. At times there were strange
goings on in his butcher shop at night, which made people
believe he was holding devil worship rites. Bottom line
was; he was the bogeyman!

He was the bogeyman. Yet the next morning found Rohan and
myself walking into his butcher shop. My mouth was dry as
a bone and my stomach was in knots as we asked his
assistant for him.

Hameedbhai was a smallish somewhat fail looking man that
always reminded me of Adolph Hitler. He rarely smiled and
always had a cold look about him. But this day was
different. He was all smiles as Rohan told him that I
agreed to work for him. Somehow I managed to interrupt
and clarified things by saying; only if he could stop
Rohan's parents and Anshul's Dad from bothering my mother.
That if no one bothered her for the next month, I'd work
for him. For the first time I heard him laugh. For the
first time I found him---likable.

Before we parted, Hameedbhai put his arm around my shoulders
and walked us outside. As we walked, he told me
everything would be alright, that at the end of the
month's time we agreed upon; he'd have a job for us. Then
slipping $50 in my hand he told Rohan and me to be
especially kind to my mother.

The month came and went. Just like Hameedbhai promised no one
bothered my mother; much to her delight. For the first
time in a long time she seemed relaxed and cheerful
again. She had no idea what was coming next. Neither did
I.

Standing outside his apartment, Hameedbhai was waiting for me
to come down the stairs. He asked me to enter his
apartment, but old fears are hard to let go and I
declined his offer. Standing there somewhat nervously I
listened as he told me he had already talked with Rohan and
would tell me the same things he told him.

We were told to get mother to take us to this semi-
private swimming pool and see a man named "Ted". I asked
what was going to happen and got the smug answer--maybe
nothing; or maybe something that will make you $500. He
went on to tell me not to let my mother think anything
was going to happen and to be especially nice for the
next week, before taking her to the pool.

Rohan and I waited until we found out my dad would be going
out of town; then we asked my mother to take us to the
pool that Hameedbhai wanted us to go to.

That Monday we arrived at the pool around 3 p.m. My
mother went into the women's locker room and we went to
the men's. We got out first and asked around for "Ted",
only to find he had not arrived. The three of us swam and
played happily around; now and then Rohan would try to find
Ted. It just about 5 p.m. and my mother was getting ready
to take us home. I thought to myself nothing was going to
happen, not here at least. Just then a deep voice from a
rather fat man introduced himself as, Ted.

As Rohan jumped out of the pool Ted asked what we wanted.
Rohan tried his best to be so bold about what he wanted to
say: But with a nervous and breaking voice, told the man
that Hameedbhai told us that if we brought my mother here,
that he (Ted) would give us $500. Ted just glared back
and said is that so; then asked where my mother was. When
Rohan pointed to her, the man let out a low whistle of
approval. He told Rohan to go with him, and for me to stay
with my mother.

It had been only fifteen minutes or so, when a public
address speaker blared out the instructions: All non
boy's club members were to now leave the pool; that the
pool was now closed to the public. Many people began to
leave, as did my mother. She looked around for my friend
for a while until she was one of the last women to be in
the pool area. Finally she told me to wait for him, and
she'd be back after she got dressed.

I don't know what kind of boy's club it was, but I
suddenly was painfully aware that I was the only minority
there-- one poor little white boy among a pool full of
black boys around my age and younger. It seemed like an
eternity as I waited for my mother and Rohan to return. It
was obvious to me that something was going on with my
mother, and I expected them to be back soon with Rohan
telling me all the details.

Another fifteen minutes had past and another announcement
to leave the pool came blurring loud and clear. Two of
the life guards that were left rounded us up and headed
us all off noisily to the men's locker room.

Great, I thought to myself, I'm left behind, and these
black guys seem to be bumping into me on purpose.
Needless to say my friend better had gotten our $500!

Going inside, it was loud, noisily and a bit scary for
me. Then the loud noisily talking became a bit hushed
mingled with snickering and fingers pointing towards the
ceiling.

My mouth dropped open as I stood staring up at the
ceiling. My mother hung suspended in her bathing suit
just out of reach. She hung there with her arms out like
an airplane. Ropes held her arms up by her wrists and
elbows. Her legs were tied together at the knees and
ankles. There were two ropes that held her legs up. There
was no gag in her mouth, but she made no sound--still you
could tell she had been crying. Beside her, on top of a
high step ladder sat Rohan.

Rohan looked over at the fat man-- Ted: Who with two others
held cameras filming everybody. With a nod from Ted, Rohan
unzipped the back of mother's swim suit; then with a big
smile pulled it down towards her hips. Her two huge milky
white tits fell free and dangled down towards us like two
huge pinatas meant to be broken open. All hell broke
loose as every one of the kids jumped up and tried to
grab one. Her tits jumped and bounced wildly as hands
slapped and clawed at them.

She was then lowered, hanging as if hung on a cross. Rohan
pulled off her swim suit, and had barely got it past her
knees when everyone attacked the white woman. At times I
could hardly see her. These black boys probably had as
much knowledge of a woman than we had a year earlier. And
for damn certain they had never played with a white
woman! The contrast of their black hands on and in her
white body struck me as rather amusing. As I stared
intently at them, I over heard a few of them daring each
other to "eat her".

Now I wasn't exactly sure of what they meant by "eating
her." Oddly, I felt no panic; but a strange erotic
sensation as the mental pictures flashed in my head.

As my mother was spread eagled on top of a table with her
head dangling down at one end and her ass just resting on
the other end, I watched a boy, younger than me, bury his
face in her pussy. As some more followed the little boy,
I couldn't help but feel aroused.

Turnabout seemed to be in order, as my mother was still
tied to the table; the men lined us up single file before
her and handed us two cloths pins. I was towards the end
of the line. We were told to remove our swim trunks and
filmed as we stood there. I watched each boy in front of
me straddle my mother's face and watched as she would
lift her head and take his cock in her mouth. My heart
pounded, and the excitement grew as I got closer and
closer.

Finally I stood over her face. Without hesitation she
lifted her head and I felt the warm wet lips of her mouth
clamp down on my cock. Her hot wet tongue licked rather
hungrily at the head of my cock, driving me wild.
Suddenly she jumped and her mouth clamped down harder on
my now leaking cock and her tongue moved harder and
faster. The second time it happened I exploded.

When I was done and my dripping cock slipped out of her
mouth, she turned her head and spit my cum out. I was
told by one of the men to use my cloths pins. I had been
so excited about having my cock sucked that I had been
somewhat oblivious about what was going on. As I looked
at the cloths pins clamped onto her nipples and tits, I
realized why she had jumped those two times.

There wasn't much space to place them on her tits and
absolutely no space on her nipples. With the help of one
of the men with a camera, I clamped first one on her clit
then another on one of her pussy's lips. I stood back
with the others and watched her pussy disappear under the
rest of the cloths pins.

We were told to get towels and wet them. When we came
back my mother hung by her wrists, her body covered by
cloths pins. The men counted to three and told us all
snap our wet towels at her to knock off all the cloths
pins. Her body twisted and jerked as the towels were
snapped at her, and she would moan and squeal in pain.

Finally it was over; leaving just my mother, Rohan and I
alone in the locker room. We had to help her place her
dress over her swollen body. She was exhausted and
wouldn't talk to us.

*

Three weeks past before Hameedbhai talked to us again. He
asked if we had told her about our deal. We told him we
hadn't. With that, a broad smile crossed his face and he
uttered-- perfect. Then told us not to tell my mother
about his involvement; just do what he wanted us to do.

The next thing he wanted us to do was take my mother to a
place on State Street in Chicago. When I told him that
she probably wouldn't go with us, because the fact simply
was, she didn't trust us. His reply was rather simple.

When Rohan and I approached her about going to Chicago with
us, she frowned and told us in a cold voice---no. Rohan
then went ahead and repeated what Hameedbhai's reply to us was
when I told him she probably wouldn't go with us. That
was: She worked for us and our boss's or go back to
working for Rohan's parents and Anshul's dad and others in
our own neighborhood. Her eyes widened and her face
flushed with anger, and she stormed into the bathroom
locking the door behind her.

It was almost an hour before she opened the door. She
looked at us coldly and asked who our "boss" was. Rohan
laughed at her lifting up her dress, telling her we
couldn't tell. As Rohan held her dress up and began to
fondle her crotch, I explained that at least this way she
wouldn't have to worry about anyone catching on in the
neighborhood as to what was going on.

Rohan then asked her if anyone had bothered her the past
several weeks. She pushed his hand away, agreeing to go
along with us: As long as there would be no activity with
Rohan's parents, Anshul's dad, our friends, and finally
nothing in or close to our neighborhood.

We took a bus to the downtown area of the city, to the
south State street area. The area had cheap arcades,
sleazy bars and burlesque theaters. Finding the address
we were told to go too was no problem. Still as the three
of us looked at the run down building that housed a
burlesque theater, we wondered if we had the wrong
address. Rohan asked a janitor as he opened one of the
doors to the theater, if we had the right place. The man
motioned us to go inside then up a flight of stairs. As
he watched us pass he smiled broadly at my mother.

We stood in a large studio; somewhat empty except for a
desk and a couple of chairs. The large windows looked
down on State Street but they were so dirty you could
hardly see out of them. There was some noise of people
talking in the back room, but no one came out to answer
Rohan's shouts asking if anyone was around.

Finally as we stood around for another ten minutes, a
rather disheveled man came out from the back. He asked,
almost pissed off at having seen us there, what we
wanted. Rohan handed him a note that Hameedbhai had given us.
After reading it he laughed and called for his three
equally disheveled friends to come out, and to bring out
the equipment.

My mother's eyes turned away from the camera equipment
being brought out. It was then that I realized that the
only pictures taken of her had been by us; and then her
face had been covered or blocked out. Except for some
that Rohan's parents had, there were no others. She
whispered to me that she couldn't do this. But it was to
late.

"Okay mommy, take off your cloths," the first man said as
he loaded up a camera.

Screens were quickly set up and lights placed around.
Some of the strippers came up as did the janitor to
watch; which made her only the more nervous and scared. I
couldn't figure out why. Here she had been raped in
public and exhibited in public more than I could
remember--- and this bothered her. It would be years
later before I finally understood what must have been
going though her mind.

The camera man grew more pissed off and screamed at her
to get naked before he ripped her cloths off himself. A
voice from the back spoke up; it came from one of the
strippers, calming him down with the suggestion that she
(my mother) might be more comfortable if she had a couple
of drinks.

With that the little black stripper came forward and took
my mother by her hand and pulled her off to one side. She
handed a bottle to her, and to my surprise my mother took
it and began to drink. As she did the stripper talked
with her calming her down.

Just about the time the camera man was about to get
violent, my mother stepped forward and said she was
ready. The rather pissed off camera man, told her there
was a change of plans. Her sons were to undress her.

With his instructions we first removed her nylons. As the
camera's clicked, we undressed her until she was standing
there between us totally nude. For all in the room it was
just another day in the office, except for the fact that
this model was a pure amateur. We stood and watched as
she was posed in various positions. Props were brought
in, and she was posed on top of a bed, a couch, a desk,
and on top of a table. Each pose got more graphic.

When we were though and my mother was dressed, and about
to leave, she was told that she'd be called in a few
days. On the bus ride back my mother, who was still a bit
drunk, told us that at least she hadn't been raped and
humiliated.

The next trip back to State Street was a month later, and
found my mother a bit unhappy over having her picture
taken, still she was more relaxed and unconcerned. In
fact she told both Rohan and me, that the way she figured
it no one would see the pictures in this country. After
all it was illegal.

Rohan just smiled at me and shook his head. He pulled out a
"Men's magazine" that was available at most any place
magazines were sold and was about to show it to her, but
I motioned for him not to do so. In that magazine were
four photos of her. Of course her nipples and pussy area
were air brushed out, but her face was fully shown. The
article was titled "Housewife Sluts".

Mother's belief that no one in the USA would ever see the
pictures was dashed to pieces when we went into the front
door of the burlesque theater. Just inside the lobby
almost full size, was a picture of her-- and the nipples
and the pussy were not air brushed out. Going up the
stairs you could sense how bothered she was by the
picture. It only was to get worse.

Unlike the first time, when we found the studio almost
empty and had to wait for someone to come out, we found
several men in business suits waiting with the guys who
were there the first time. Mother was told to undress
even before she could say hello.

Standing nude before the men who checked her out like
someone checking out a race horse or prize cow, made her
very self conscience. Finally one man said in a matter of
fact voice, "Three rolls of stills, one in color with the
Rohan headed kid. Usual price."

The man who was the camera man, told one of his
assistants three men's names, to bring up to the studio.
The assistant asked if it would be alright if he could be
one of the three. The camera man laughed telling him it
was okay, and said to me, "He likes your old lady."

Another couple of suited men talked with my mother for a
bit before turning to each other. I heard one say how
naive she was and so perfect. They turned to the camera
man and told him, "Three shoots. Our crew. Our studios."
The camera man had a bit of a problem with it but gave in
and asked when. The two men told him that it would be in
a week or so.

As soon as the men that the camera man had told his
assistant to get, were in the studio, and all but the man
who requested the stills had left; people began sitting
up lights and cameras around a bedroom set. I watched my
mother emotionlessly being undressed by two large men
nearly two feet taller then my mother. They pulled out
there long cocks and one inserted it in her mouth the
other in her pussy.

They fucked her long and hard with the camera man
shouting them instructions. They both shot their loads
and then another black male came up to my mother, the
camera man shouted its time for the anal shots, which
came as a disgusting shock to her. The black man had my
mother bend over and began eating out her asshole. His
rolled over her anus as he fucked her with his tongue.
Rohan and I were amazed.

After fingering her asshole a while, he then slowly
inserted his throbbing cock and my mother bit her teeth.
Then he began pounding away, until he was all the way
inside her ass as the cameras rolled until he cummed in
her ass. Then came the pictures of her sucking cock
pictures of drool running down her cheek as a big hard
cock was in her mouth, and then pics of cum covering her
lips. Finally to Rohan's delight a roll of film of the two
of them fucking.

Before we left Rohan and I were told where and when to have
her at the photo shoots. My mother stood silently by, and
remained silent the ride back home, except to say that it
was just a matter of time before someone would see the
pictures.

I told her that the chances of anyone she knew of seeing
them were very little, since none of her friends and our
family looked at that kind of stuff. Rohan added, that even
Anshul's dad and his parents weren't going to say
anything, because of our "boss". It was surprising how
easily she agreed with us and seemed to relax again.

The week of the three photo shoots found me to sick to
go, which was fine with Rohan. After the first shoot my
mother came in barely able to stand. Apparently she was
in a 20 man gangbang film that ended with her completely
covered in cum.. She came home with a copy that she was
to give to me that I really enjoyed. It was the story of
a gang that kidnapped my mother and brought her to their
hideout where she was used as a fuck doll to all members
of the gang.

I had to cover for her with my dad and brother who had
come back to us for the week, from the military school he
and my cousin were attending. I told them she was getting
what I had. The thought of getting sick on his vacation
sent my brother running back to my cousin's family.

The second and third shoots didn't go much better for her
either. She had rope burns and bruises in very private
places. The three photo shoots turned out to be S&M
films, which seemed to have been very popular. I saw one
in a theater some thirty years later, and had seen out
takes up until around the same time.

For our efforts Rohan and I had split over a thousand
dollars. But Rohan wanted much more and had already been
working on a deal with Hameedbhai behind my back.

The arrangements were made, and the day and time was
scheduled on a weekend when my dad was out of town.
Things between my mother and me had smoothed over and we
were back to being as normal a family as we could be
under the circumstances. So when Rohan suggested that we
all go to a Saturday night movie, my mother had no idea--
- nor did I know what Rohan had in mind.

The route to the theater would take us close to Hameedbhai's
butcher shop, but the short cut we took, pasted directly
behind the butcher shop. The alley was dark and poorly
lit, but it always was a safe route. As we turned into
the alley a couple came out and nodded at us-- yes the
route was safe.

Only a short ways into the alley we were confronted by
six men. They grabbed my mother, Rohan, and myself, and
forced us into a garage. To my surprise both Rohan and I
were made to undress as my mother was having her cloths
ripped from her. Fear suddenly took hold of me and I
started to panic.

As my mother screamed and pleaded with her attackers, I
got mad and began to scream for them to stop. Rohan on the
other hand remained calm and grabbed me by my shoulder
whispering for me to calm down. I realized then that this
had been planned, and had to trust him and his judgment;
I finished taking my cloths off and didn't fight when my
hands were tied together.

Both Rohan and I watched silently as the six violently
raped my mother for almost an hour. Making her suck their
cocks and fucking her. Suddenly they just stopped; and
without putting on their cloths on they picked up my
mother taped her mouth shut tied her hands together, and
then her feet. They took a long pole and put it between
her wrists and ankles. Hanging from the pole, she was
carried into the night. Rohan and I had our mouths taped,
and were led out right behind her into the dark alley.

It wasn't a long walk to the butcher shop, but the stones
and gravel of the alley hurt my feet and being nude and
somewhat helpless was uncomfortable. Still, even with
some fear, as I watched my mothers nude body sway and
bounce as she was being carried made me become a bit
aroused.

She was hung by her wrists to a meat hook used to hang
sides of beef; right in the middle of the butcher's area.
I was hung by my wrists to a hook on one of the walls
with my feet barely touching the sawdust covered floor.
Rohan on the other hand, was untied, and left with a very
attractive girl, who was rather enjoying checking out his
cock. With a smile and a wave to me, he and the girl
disappeared.

Hameedbhai and two rather burly men were running their hands
all over my mother's body. Hameedbhai made no attempt to hide
his joy of having my mother at his pleasure. His voice
was almost at a shout as he taunted her, telling her how
long he dreamt of this moment. . Her face showed pure
fear and panic.

It was then I realized that there were people on the
other side of the butcher's area-- standing and leaning
on the display cases watching what was going on. Hameedbhai
lifted my mother's breasts in his and let them drop, he
looked at her and said. With tits like this you must have
known your whole life that you were born to fuck. And he
smiled.

I was lifted off the hook, carried and then laid on top
of one of the butcher's tables. I heard my mother being
told that they were going to cut off my cock then gut me
if she didn't do what they wanted. With that; I almost
pissed. However, as the tape was removed from my mouth
and my hands were untied, I heard Anshul's twin sister's
little voice whisper into my ear to do just what they
wanted, I calmed down-- just a little.

I looked over at her and saw she was nude also. She also
was a bit pale and scared looking. I tried to say
something to her but she was led by one of the men to
another butcher's table and quickly tied spread eagled to
it.

As my mother stood over me, two men with cameras gathered
around us. With the word "action" my mother began to
caress my body. She kissed my face then shocked me by
kissing me on my lips---hard. She opened her lips
slightly and stuck her tongue out a bit. I almost choked
when someone told me to kiss her on her mouth and stick
my tongue into her mouth. I did as I was told and did
find it very arousing. But as my mother's lips and tongue
touched my body, working themselves to my cock, I began
to enjoy myself. First she took my balls in her mouth,
then my cock, and finally both my cock and balls. I was
fully erect as she climbed on top of the table,
straddling me.

I was told to play with her tits as they dangled in my
face. No problem. I even surprised them by sucking on her
nipples without being told. However, when my mother's
pussy was positioned inches from my mouth, I had to be
told as what to do. It wasn't something that I would deem
enjoyable for some years to come. My mother repositioned
herself; reaching back she took my cock and inserted it
into her cunt.

I was amazed on how it felt, how fucking wonderful it
felt. To my surprise her cunt was rather tightly clamped
around my cock, not as tight as a young girl, but tight
enough to make it feel just wonderful. Just before I felt
myself begin to cum, my mother and I switched places. I
mounted her as the cameras rolled, and began to fuck and
fuck as hard as I could, until I exploded and exploded.

When it was over I was led back to the wall and the hook.
My hands were tied and I once more felt myself secured,
but this time Hameedbhai placed a small stool under me to sit
on.

He kept asking how it felt to fuck my own mother and
asking me how I was enjoying myself. I really didn't have
a chance to say anything before he taped my mouth shut.
My mother was now forced to make love to Anshul's sister's
young and tender body. My mother was told to lick the
young girl's pussy and she did so. Her pussy was bald
being that of a nine year old and my mother kissed it so
lovingly.

After awhile, a midget joined them, as the cameras rolled
as the three fucked and sodomized each other. The midget
shot his load deep in my mother. My mother sucked and
licked on the young girls pussy making her squirm and
moan softly my mother did everything in such a loving
way.

The cameras were turned off and my mother was once more
hung to the meat hook with her mouth taped closed. But
this time her legs straddled the butcher's table. Each of
her legs was secured to the floor. Now it began!

Taking a large flat thick wooden paddle, he began to
"tenderize" the meat by spanking her buttocks. Tears
rolled across her face, and her body bounced with each
hit. Her ass cheeks soon became red.

Turning his attention to her ample tits someone asked
when he was going to start on the young one. To which he
replied--she has been spoken for. I looked over at
Anshul's sister, who now hung from another meat hook with
her mouth taped shut and wondered what he meant. I would
not see her after that last glance.

As Hameedbhai tied cords around each of mother's tits with the
help of one of his assistants. The assistant and Hameedbhai
tightened the cords, and I watched as by mother's tits
began to swell, turn pink, then red. After some violent
slaps on each tit he undid the cords.


Once done, my mother was taken down, with the help of two
men, who held her up by her arms, which were tied behind
her back. Finally Rohan came in and freed me, as they laid
my mother face up on top of one of the butcher's tables.
The girl he had been with handed me my cloths.

As my mother slowly gained her senses once more, Hameedbhai
told Rohan and me to leave that he'd bring my mother home.
I didn't trust him anymore and I didn't trust Rohan either.
I argued and fought as best I could to take her home with
me.

I watched my mother hung up to the meat hooks in the
middle of the butcher's area once more; but this time she
was hung by her ankles and wrists. She hung there with
her large full breasts dangling over the butcher's table.
I pleaded once more for me to take her home or at least
to be allowed to stay. Hameedbhai just had Rohan and me put out
of the store, again he told me he'd make sure she was
home for breakfast.

Finally I fell asleep. It was two in the afternoon before
I awoke. I seen my mother lying passed out from
exhaustion on our couch . I ran downstairs to Hameedbhai's
apartment, but he wasn't there. I ran over to Rohan's and
found him sitting on the front steps.

"Come with me I think a film will explain it best." I
lead Bob to a very private room hidden behind a book
case. "Get a couple of drinks and I'll set things up."

By the time Bob got back with the drinks I had the
projector ready and the room darkened. We sat in two of
the swivel chairs and as I began the film.

I began the film. As the old black and white film began
to flicker across the screen I turned myself somewhat to
watch Bob's face. I had no need to watch the film, I
pretty much knew it by heart.

What Bob was watching was a woman being hung up by her
ankles and wrists to meat hooks hanging from a ceiling
over the middle of a butchers area in a butcher shop. Her
breasts were large and full and dangled in their fullness
over a butcher's table. Three men dressed as butchers
fondled the breasts and then turned their attention to
her exposed pussy which they then shaved. One took out
his large cock and placed it at the entrance.

With a hard thrust all of his man hood was deep inside
her. One of the other men played with her tits while the
other forced my mother to suck on his cock. They then
repositioned my mother on her hands and knees and brought
out a rotweiler. They helped the dog straddle my mother
and guided his cock inside. I never seen my mother look
more humiliated and embarrassed as when the dog began
humping her. Her tits shook as his swollen knot bulged
inside of my mother's warm cunt.

She began sobbing like I never seen before. She was no
longer able to hold back the tears balling and balling
like a baby. The dog left scratches on her hips as he
tried desperately to get as deep inside of her as
possible. The men laughed at her humiliation. The dog
reached an incredible pace before dumping an enormous
amount of cum inside of her. The tape shut off a little
after that.

"Enjoy it?" Bob repeated my question. After taking a long
drink he looked at me almost embarrassed to ask me to
rerun it one more time.

"Did Rohan know about all this shit? And when did you find
out about it?"

"I saw this film when I was about 22. Almost ten years
after the fact.

I knew then that I had to stop my dealings with Hameedbhai.

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