Part 1: Midnight Spiking

Son spikes drink for friend to rape his mum

Sam’s son came home from school in tears again.
“Mom… the other boys are still picking on me. Raj is the only one who defends me. If he stops coming over, I’ll have no friends at all.”
Sam sighed heavily. She had noticed how Raj looked at her — the way his eyes lingered too long whenever he was in the house. He was chubby, sweaty, and always smelled like he hadn’t showered in days. The boy was vile and disgusting, and the fact that he was her son’s only friend made her deeply uneasy.
“Fine,” she said reluctantly. “He can sleep over tonight. But you tell him to shower the moment he gets here. I’m not having that smell in my house.”
Her son nodded quickly. “I always tell him, Mom. He might actually wash this time.”
That evening Raj arrived with his usual sleazy grin. Sam made sure her son reminded him to shower before he even sat down. Raj grumbled but eventually disappeared into the bathroom.
Later, after dinner, Sam poured herself a large glass of red wine like she did most nights. Her son brought it to her on the couch with an oddly eager look.
“Here, Mom. You look tired.”
She thanked him and drank it down. Within twenty minutes her eyelids grew heavy. She yawned, mumbled that she felt unusually sleepy, and lay back on the purple couch. She was unconscious in under an hour.
Her son waited until her breathing was deep and even, then quietly let Raj back into the living room.
Raj’s eyes lit up the moment he saw Sam sprawled limply on the couch in her loose white tank top and black panties. He was no longer the “good friend” act he put on for her son.
He leaned over her unconscious face and whispered, “I’ve been watching you for weeks, mummy. Building up to this. Every time you made me shower, every time you looked at me like I was disgusting… I knew I’d get my turn.”
He kissed her pussy through the black panties, then yanked them aside and buried his face between her legs, licking and slobbering disgustingly while groping her tits through the tank top.
Her son stood nervously nearby. “Raj… what are you doing?”
Raj looked up with a wicked grin, his face shiny. “Just warming her up, bro. My small cock is only for tonight. You’ll find out what that means later.”
He forced Sam’s unconscious mouth open and shoved his smegma-covered cock inside, using her lips to clean himself while he continued groping her tits roughly.
“I hate how you always make me wash,” he growled at her limp body. “You think you’re better than me? Now you’re cleaning my dirty cock while you sleep.”
Raj pulled his phone out and started recording. “Bro, help me get some good shots. Move her around so I can film her properly. She’s just a cheap whore tonight.”
Her son froze. “Raj… I don’t think—”
“Shut up and do it,” Raj snapped, not even looking at him. “Lift her leg up over the arm of the couch. Yeah, like that. Spread her other leg wide. I want a clear shot of her pussy while I fuck her mouth.”
The son hesitated, voice shaking. “This is my mum… please, Raj…”
Raj ignored him completely, thrusting lazily into Sam’s unconscious mouth. “Stop whining and pose her like a proper slut. Pull her tank top all the way up so her tits are out. Good. Now turn her onto her stomach and push her ass up high — doggy style. Yeah, perfect. Hold her hips up so the camera gets a nice view of her holes.”
He kept filming, zooming in close while her son reluctantly adjusted her limp body into one degrading position after another: legs spread eagle, ass arched high, one knee pulled to her chest, tank top bunched around her neck so her breasts hung free.
“Fuck, she looks so cheap like this,” Raj laughed, slapping her ass hard enough to leave a red mark. “Keep her like that. I want videos of me rubbing my cock on her face while she’s all posed up.”
Her son tried again, voice cracking. “Raj, come on… this is too far…”
Raj didn’t even glance at him. “Move her ass higher, bro. I said higher. She’s not your mum right now — she’s free-use whore meat. Good boy. Now hold her head back so I can get a shot of my cock sliding across her tongue.”
He took dozens of photos and videos, directing her son like a prop master the entire time, completely ignoring every protest. “Spread her cheeks for the camera… yeah, just like that. Look how wet she’s getting even though she’s out cold. Cheap whore.”
After nearly an hour of this vile, disgusting misuse — face-fucking her unconscious mouth, rubbing his cock on her tits, spitting on her, and taking endless degrading photos and videos while forcing her son to pose her — Raj finally pulled back.
“Only her pussy tonight,” he announced, breathing hard. “I’m saving something special for her ass next time.”
He climbed on top of her and fucked her unconscious pussy hard, grunting and sweating until he finished inside her.
When he was done, he didn’t clean her up. He simply stood, pulled his shorts back on, and said to her son, “She’s all yours to clean. I’m going to bed.”
Raj walked off to the spare room without a second glance, leaving Sam sprawled in the mess, tank top pushed up, panties around one ankle, body posed like the cheap whore he had treated her as.
Her son spent the rest of the night gently cleaning his unconscious mother — wiping the cum from between her legs, pulling her tank top back down, and trying to make her look normal again. He was quiet and ashamed, but too scared to stop any of it.
The next morning at the breakfast table, Sam sat groggy and sore, sipping coffee. She felt strangely used but couldn’t remember anything after the wine.
Her son avoided her eyes, then asked softly, “Mom… can Raj stay over again next week?”
Sam hesitated, a flicker of unease crossing her face, but she saw the hopeful look in her son’s eyes.
She sighed.
“…We’ll see.”