Robbed, beaten, and raped, or Celebrated mom's birthday at a cafe
The idea to celebrate my birthday at a cafe came from my mom. How long can we just sit at home, let's gather a small group of friends and sit, chat.
My mom is a fun, beautiful woman, a blonde with big breasts; many men would look at her. Mom worked at a hospital, in a white coat, with her light hair down she was irresistible. She had me early, and when I turned 19, she was only 38. Many call 40-year-old women "easy lays," but I didn't think so. Although my friends were very interested in my mom, the tall blonde attracted their attention. Friends asked if I had a "dad" or just
mom. They asked who mom sleeps with, who comes to visit us. But almost no one came over, mom was a decent woman.
We went to negotiate with the cafe owner together,
— Arthur, that's how the owner introduced himself, a Caucasian, a whole head shorter than mom. I immediately didn't like how he was looking at my mom. Lingering his gaze on her chest, hips, and legs for a long time.
— Elena Ivanovna, mom introduced herself cheerfully and extended her hand, and this is my son Pavlik.
— Wow, what a Pavlik, the cafe owner didn't even glance at me, he hastily shook mom's hand and even started scratching himself between the legs.
— Let's agree on the budget for the Party right away, so I understand how much it will cost, there will be about 8 people, no more.
— Wow, baby, what budget, we'll do everything, you'll be satisfied, baby. Arthur started babbling. Look what a sweet place we have, here's the TV, here's the karaoke. Arthur led mom around the place, I noticed his hand immediately went to mom's hip, Arthur as if casually directed her where to look better.
At the same time, he was examining mom from behind, watching how her buttocks moved as she walked in a tight skirt.
— Here's our toilet, here's the kitchen, all cultured and proper, you'll be very pleased, Natasha!
— My name is Elena Ivanovna, mom corrected him sternly.
— Wow, whatever you say, even Ekaterina Davalovna, Arthur laughed right in mom's face. It was clear she was uncomfortable with such behavior.
— Let's go over the menu, the prices.
— Ay, let's go over it, while mom and Arthur were putting together the menu, he kept touching mom's hand, her shoulder, staring at her chest.
In the end, the menu was agreed upon.
— Should I leave a deposit?
— Wow, what deposit, come to the Party, pay for everything, everything will be from the heart, don't worry. Arthur started seeing us out of the cafe, touching mom's buttocks with his palm, mom, being a cultured woman, pretended not to notice anything.
The Party was approaching, everything was going as usual. A couple of my friends, their parents were invited to the Party, taking money for payment, we headed to the cafe.
The Party was going well, only I immediately didn't like Arthur's behavior, there were about five other Caucasians with him, all short, dark, all evening they stared at my mom, giggled, and talked among themselves about something.
We ate, danced, and then sang karaoke. When mom sang, all the churks perked up, started circling around her, singing along, trying to hug her, her shoulders, hips. Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed one of the Caucasians took mom's purse and quickly left the room, I didn't dare say anything to him, didn't dare intervene, mom didn't notice anything. Later I blamed myself for that indecisiveness. If I had known what they would do to mom when she couldn't pay, I might have been more decisive. But, what's done is done.
Closer to the end of the evening, my friends and their parents left, only me, two of my friends Marat and Gosha, and mom remained. Mom got tired of being groped on the dance floor, and three Caucasians were grabbing her at once, each a head shorter than her.
— Okay, that's enough, time to wrap it up, once again removing the churks' hands from her buttocks, mom said. The guys went after her displeased, they were no older than 25, but they were decisively harassing a woman older than them. Touching mom's hands, shoulders, back, and even trying to grab her ass. From the side, it looked wild, a mature, beautiful woman, taller than them, with beautiful long golden hair, a large chest, and a pack of some dark young guys.
Approaching her chair, mom couldn't find her purse, she was surprised, bent under the table, looked under the chair.
— Where is my purse? she asked naively. Everything is there: wallet, mobile, bank cards.
— How did the bag disappear, where is the bag, the churks surrounding mom started demonstratively and falsely looking under the table, while meaningfully exchanging glances and examining mom's figure.
Then Arthur approached, well Natasha, you owe 10,000 rubles, come on, pay up. Arthur confidently switched to informal "you."
— But my purse is missing, where is my purse? Mom asked.
— What the fuck bag, are you a thief? Robbed me, Arthur started yelling, he looked around at the other dark ones.
— Where's the money, bitch? They started grabbing mom by the hands.
— I'll call now and we'll pay for everything, take your hands off. Mom started protesting.
— Who the fuck are you going to call, you whore, Arthur pressed on her.
— Where's the money, slut? Arthur grabbed mom by the hands?
— Give the money, Natasha!
— What Natasha, take your hands off me! Mom fought them off.
I noticed that all the churks, as if on command, started grabbing and shaking mom. They tugged at her blouse, pinched her chest, her buttocks, started dragging her deeper into the room.
— Let go, take your hands off, let me call, they'll give money.
— Who are you going to call, your fucker? Arthur sharply slapped mom across the face. Then again, his politeness instantly vanished.
— Who do you spread your legs for, you bitch... huh? Arthur just went wild, slapping her one after another. Meanwhile, the other churks pulled mom deeper into the room.
— Hey, what are you doing, Gosha protested, let her go, that's my friend's mom! He took a few steps towards them. I again didn't dare to intervene.
— Fuck off, one of the churks swung a baseball bat at Gosha, Gosha fearfully backed off, and the khach locked the cafe door.
In the back of the hall, something completely savage was happening, mom was crying and trying to fight back, but four khachs were literally tearing her clothes off. Ripping her blouse, then her skirt. Mom was left in her panties and bra.
— Damn, your mom is juicy, my friend Marat was surprised, they're really going to fuck her now! Marat didn't even try to help mom.
Arthur grabbed mom's chest and squeezed painfully, tearing off the bra. Magnificent size 5 breasts fell out of the bra.
— Oh, leave me alone, let go, I'll give you the money! Mom lamented.
Mom didn't understand that the khachs had robbed her on purpose to beat and rape her. Now I'll bend her over, a khach who jumped up from behind, grabbed mom and threw her over himself sharply. Mom screamed and fell to the floor.
— Pavlik, help, call the police, they want to rape me. I got scared and went towards the door. Stop, stop, my friend Marat stopped me. I noticed he had a phone in his hand, I thought he would call and get help, but instead, Marat turned on recording. He aimed it at mom being raped on the floor.
Then I was completely lost, getting beaten up by khachs wasn't part of my plans. I even thought that mom should have watched her things, not sung songs, then this wouldn't have happened to her.
— Spread your legs, whore, Arthur demanded. But mom kept her knees tightly together.
— Let me go, help, call the police.
— Now you'll get your police, one khach grabbed mom by the throat and started choking her, the second started hitting her in the face, not slaps anymore, but punching, around the fifth hit, mom clearly broke, let her legs be spread apart and the winner — Arthur — immediately lay between them.
— Damn, Marat kept filming, even Gosha grabbed his dick, started rubbing between his legs. The sight was indeed impressive. An adult woman, a tall beauty, lay on her back, and a clearly young guy was raping her, he was thrusting into mom with enormous force and malice. Mom jerked her whole body, moaned with each thrust of the rapist. The other khachs enjoyed it, kneading her breasts. One, having pulled down his pants, started poking his dick in mom's face.
Mom turned away, cried, Pavlik, help! But what could I do against
the khachs. I just cowered against the wall.
After Arthur, another khach lay between her legs, then a third, they abused mom for several hours. And then her beaten, naked body was sent to the utility room, to the shower.
All beaten, not looking at me, hiding her gaze, she went to wash up. I noticed that Marat followed her, and when I peeked into the shower, I saw that mom was on all fours, and Marat was fucking her from behind at a fast pace.
— Come on, let me go Marat, I'm your friend's mom, don't. Mom was already broken, beaten, robbed, and repeatedly raped. She obediently stayed on all fours, as my friend Marat had put her. Marat didn't say anything, he was fucking my friend's mom at a fast pace. Gosha, who approached, didn't help my mom, he took out his phone and aimed it at them. The sight was terrible, a raped, beaten adult woman, with large breasts, beautiful and tall blonde, and behind her a brazen recent schoolboy, fiercely fucking her, clearly by force, clearly against her will. Finishing, Marat let mom go, she barely alive, not paying attention to us, stood under the shower and closed her eyes.
Then they pulled mom out of the shower, continued to abuse her, forced her to give blowjobs, suck all the dark ones in turn, even Marat and Gosha. They let us go only towards morning, barely alive we returned home by taxi. Mom hid her eyes from me. And what can you say, they told us not to go to the cops, otherwise they'd stab me with a knife.
So that's how we celebrated the Birthday. Don't go celebrate your Birthday at a cafe, especially with sexy moms. They'll rob your mom, beat her, and rape her, and you won't be able to help her.