Do you have rape phone sex fantasies? I think many women have rape fantasies. Most women are afraid to admit it, however. It goes against feminism and matriarchy and common decency too. There is not much decent about me, so I have no problem admitting my darker desires. I told my oldest son my fantasies. My rape fantasies involved a stranger. You know, the handsome man you meet at a bar or some other public place who follows you home and forces himself inside? My eldest boy and I are super close. I had him when I was just a teen runaway hooking on the streets to support myself. I can tell him the things I am too afraid too afraid to tell others. He made my fantasy come true. I had been out partying last night into the wee hours of the night. My young ones were staying with my stepdaughter for a few days to give me a mini staycation. When I got home, the power was out. I didn’t think anything about it until I was body slammed against the wall. At first, I was scared, then I gave into my deep dark desires. I assumed it was my son. I put up a struggle, even screamed like a normal woman would; even though my pussy was soaking wet. I felt strong hands around my throat and strong fingers pulling off my clothes. When I heard, “Don’t say a word or I will slit your throat,” I realized it was not my son, but a stranger. I was both aroused and scared simultaneously. I let him have his way with me. He squeezed my throat as he fucked my ass. He never touched my pussy. I assumed he was afraid to knock me up. I laid on the floor with a sore asshole and mixed emotions trying to figure out what had just happened. The ringing of the house phone brought me back to reality. “So, mom, how did you like my friend Peter,” my son said. I told him it was the hottest fantasy cum true for me.
