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Forced to take my Mother

... her hands folded in her lap and was looking at me. Her eyes were wide and she seemed to be looking past me. "Mom?" I took another step towards her, "You okay?" "Your mom's just fine," a deep voice said behind me, "In fact, she's real fine!" I spun around and dropped the flashlight at the sight of a large man dressed all in black, including, despite the heat, a ski mask, leaning against the wall. ***** "Holy shit!" I exclaimed, "Who the fuck are you?" "If I wanted you to know who I was, I wouldn't be wearing a mask, now would I? " he shrugged, "But seeing we're going to get to know each other pretty well, just call me, I don't know, Glen will do." Even through my shock, I noticed the guy's voice was weird, abnormally deep and sort of mechanical. Again, my mind working faster than I would have thought it could, I was reminded of the voice distorter I had bought at the Halloween store a couple of years ago when I'd dressed as a ghoul. "Mark, sit down." Mom said, softly from behind me. "Yeah, Mark," Glen pointed at the recliner, "Go sit down." "Fuck you." I snapped, taking a step towards him, "You better get the hell out..." "Mark!" Mom called out, "Listen to him! He..." She stopped, but I didn't need her to finish the sentence as Glen lifted his sweatshirt to show the handle of a gun protruding from his belt. I stopped in my tracks and he nodded. "Good boy, trying to stick up for your mommy, but why don't you listen to what she says and take a seat?" I looked over at mom, who ...

... nodded at me and started to go over to sit next to her on the couch. "In the chair." I hesitated and mom pointed, "Go over there, Mark." She gave me a forced smile, "It'll be okay, just do what he says." "O...okay." My legs were trembling as I walked over and sat down in the recliner and Glen laughed, "You do listen to mommy, don't you?" he pointed over at her, "Then again, I would have done anything my mother wanted if she looked like that." Neither of us said anything and looking over at me, he asked, "You like how your mother looks, Mark?" "I..." I couldn't answer. Between the situation itself and this guy asking me what I thought of mom I had no doubt he had been staring at us and... "I asked you a question." Reaching down he tapped the handle of the gun, "See here's the deal, we're going to have some fun tonight, Mark. In fact I bet you're going to have just the kind of fun the two of you have been dying for." "What the hell are you talking about?" Mom asked, "Look, you have my wallet and I told you there's no more..." "You speak when spoken to." Glen told her harshly. "Right now I'm talking to your son." Mom looked as if she were going to continue, but stopped. "That's better and don't worry honey, that pretty little mouth will be busy soon enough." I felt a stab of fear through my stomach, "Don't hurt her." I told him. "You are a good boy." He nodded approvingly, "A real mama's boy, aren't you?" "No, I..." "Bet you wanna be your mother's boy." He laughed nastily, "Take ...