My drunk mother deserved to be fucked

My alcoholic mother gave me a life of misery, so I decided to rape her and have my payback. – Completely true.

My mother was an alcoholic and treated my sister and I with utter contempt.
Since I was 5/6 I was subjected to violence, anger, neglect and every other form of non sexual abuse you could think of.

My dad was a weak man so didn’t have the guys to intervene so our misery continues for many years.

As I grew into a teenager, my sex drive was through the roof. I would masturbate between 4-6 times a day and gradually began exploring darker fantasies.
Internet porn wasn’t really a thing back then but my imagination was so vivid I only needed a quiet room and I could delve into a world where my darkest fantasies would play out.

I was always intrigued by the thought of raping someone, and this is still my biggest turn on, but gradually I found myself playing out scenarios in my head where I would fuck family members.
It started with my older sister and progressed onto my mother.

My mother wasn’t a particularly good looking woman but she had the most incredible breasts. So full and bouncy. Many nights would pass with me imagining the weight of them cupped in my hand or the sensation of her nipple in my mouth.
As the thoughts developed I found myself becoming more daring and would blatantly stare at them when we were in a room together and began touching myself discreetly while looking at her.

I think she became aware of it and contrary to my fantasy, became uneasy about it. This was the trigger.
I found myself getting harder at the fact that she didn’t like me staring at her like that. So I began to think, she deserves to feel that way, she has made my life a misery.
While my depravity was increasing, so was her drinking. Often I would find her passed out on the sofa, with nothing but a long t-shirt or night gown on.
In the past I’d never though anything of it, but by now I was becoming obsessed.

One night she was particularly drunk and completely incoherent. I tried to wake her as I had done so many times before, but this time she was completely unconscious. Aside from the rise and fall of her chest, she was lifeless.
I called her name and shook her to try and rouse her but nothing!
A wave of realization and ecstasy took over. This was my chance to finally realize my fantasy.
My cock was already throbbing painfully inside.my jeans and I was convinced I would cum before I even touched her.

But determined not to lose the chance I tentatively reached a hand out and rested it on her breast. A wave of excitement flowed over me as butterflies filled my stomach. It was the most incredible thing I had ever felt. Slowly I began to squeeze, trying to see if there was any sign of her registering what was happening. I could no longer contain the excitement and made myself cum while playing with her tits.

This continued every night for about a week until I decided I wanted, no, need more!!

I waited until she was wearing nothing but a t-shirt and took my chance, I was 15, 6ft 1 and 205lbs at the time so I knew physically she could not stop me but there was too much at stake in terms of family fallout for me to get caught. Either way, I couldn’t resist any longer.

Instead of landing on her breast, my reaching hand this time found itself working it’s way slowly up.her thigh, until it reached the warmth of her pussy.
Slowly and nervously I began to play with her and my cock had never been so hard.
I slowly slipped one finger inside her and felt her pussy moisten, but still no movement or understanding from her of how she was being violated.

I pulled my cock out and began to stroke it, conscious that it was already on the verge of cumming. I tried to get my head between her legs to taste her pussy but couldn’t do it without moving her to much. I was infuriated by this and began to lose my prior concerns. I parted her legs and rested the tip of my cock on her pussy.
That was it, I instantly shot my load all over her. I was mesmerized by the site of her pussy covered in my spunk.

Again this continued for a few days with me using her to make myself cum until I couldn’t hold out any longer and had to fuck her properly.
I finally got to taste her pussy but didn’t want to enjoy it for too long and spoil my chance to fuck that horrible cunt that had ruined my life.
So with her pussy nice and wet, I pushed my cock deep inside her. Her body tensed, but her face registered nothing. I gradually began to increase the pace but she started to stir. The feeling was so intense I couldn’t stop. I had to finish and had to finish inside her.

As the pace quickened she opened her eyes with a mixture of pleasure, confusion and fear.
It was amazing.
Through slurred speech she told me to stop, told me she wouldn’t tell anyone but it was pointless. I placed a hand over her mouth and began to fuck her so hard. A tear formed in the corner of her eye and it unleashed a part of me I never knew existed.

There she was, this bitch who had caused me so much pain, upset, physical and mental hurt, and she had the audacity to cry when I was fucking her.

Without even thinking about it or knowing what I was doing I found my open hand connecting with her face at a speed that shocked me as much as her.
She let out a wail, this only served to intensify the feeling of her pussy on my cock. She I hit her again and again while fucking that drunken mess.

I whispered into her ear how she deserved every second of it and if she tells anyone I will kill her the next time I fuck her.
I told her to not say a word and removed my hand from her mouth. To my surprise, she kept quiet.

I leant in and forced my tongue into her mouth.

As soon as our tongues touched, my cock exploded inside her.

I simply got off her and walked away without saying a word.

The next morning I came downstairs to see her sitting at the table, her hand gently stroking her face feeling the light bruising I had left.
She looked at me with a look of hatred, betrayal and fear. And I loved it.
I walked over to her and her whole body tensed as I got close. I meant in and said “I enjoyed last night, and I will be enjoying it again, after all it’s the least you owe me.”
She looked at me with a look of helpless resignation knowing that there was nothing she could do. Again, her drinking increased to dangerous levels and more than once she was admitted to hospital. But this only added to the ease in which I could rape her.
Daily for nearly 12 months she had my cock inside her, sometimes awake, sometimes unconscious.

It had to stop when I eventually met my girlfriend and we moved in together. I’ve never seen her since, but I often fantasize about my control over her and have never been able to recreate the same kind of intensity during sex.

I hope you enjoyed my confession as much I enjoyed writing it.

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