I don’t feel sorry. If my dad leaves her ... so what. Mom should not have made me so horny. She deserved it. She gets all the guys so fucking horny that we had to do it. Tyrone had the plan, but we all knew Mom was so stupid that it would work perfectly. They thought I would not want to fuck her too, but so what if she is my mom? I am not dead. I know the perfect fuck when I see her as well as any of those horny bastards, so I took my turn. I mean, she is my mom, and the family wrecked was mine, so I deserved to have my go at Mom as well as a copy of the videotape to enjoy any time I like.

I know I am rambling, but I want everyone to know I don’t care if Mom is knocked up or not. I realized no one will know who I am or my mom, and actually, that is the only way I am able to rant about our day with Mom as our fuck-toy because Dad has no idea it even happened. Even Mom’s recollection of the first time is almost nil because of the drugs and alcohol, but she is now fully aware that the baby on board is black, and it is too late to convince Dad that it was rape, so he will be leaving the picture with the impression that she was a slut fucking around on him. What a laugh that will be. I will miss Dad, of course, but Mom brought everything on herself, and having her life so totally fucked-up is worth any dad.

I want everyone to be able to understand why I did it. I am no monster or freak. I am just your typical all-American-eighteen-year-old-next-door type of man that has his needs and just also happens to have my own mother as my English teacher. As luck has it, the class is predominantly comprised of several of the sports heroes of our community, and as is usually the case, the lads in question are all persons of color. I am pretty athletic myself and am accepted more or less as one of the niggers when we hang out, so that is how they got involved in my tale.

Mom is the personification of the liberal, bleeding-heart, save-the-world, purer-than-snow ultimate do-gooder. She is very book smart but has no fucking clue the way she drives the boys insane with her hot body in those prim and proper teacher dresses. My good friend Tyrone confided in me at the beginning of the semester that he had wood for my mom. He got all apologetic if it offended me, but I told him I would be into that. We both had a good laugh and spent the year trying to figure out how to make it happen. Then Tyrone got a hold of the ecstasy.

The stuff is fucking legal. Can you believe it? I mean, on its own, ecstasy just makes a person a little more friendly while confusing them and drying them up, but Tyrone explained it to me that if we could feed enough of it to Mom, then her taste would get distorted enough that we would be able to get her bombed on alcohol before she even knew she was being raped. He told me that a group of the guys wanted in on the fun and they could do it without me if I would be too embarrassed. Yeah, right.

The final piece of the pie was the most perfect one of all. Tyrone had received an assignment from Mom herself to do a consumer testing-style interview. It would be the way to get Mom high as long as she was so predictable and would fall helplessly into our delicious little trap. I approached Mom with the bait.

“What does he want?”

“He needs us to be his interview subjects, Mom.”

“He is supposed to interview Sarah.”

“She isn’t available Saturday, Mom. Tyrone really needs a good mark. You know he is in danger of failing the class.”

“I am quite aware of that, but I can’t show favoritism.”

“He doesn’t need it, Mom. You should see how clever he is. He even is renting a video camera to make the interview real. He bought crackers and everything.”

“Wow. That is a lot more than was assigned. It sounds like he should get a wonderful mark.”

“He really needs to try the interview just so he won’t be nervous in class.”

“Why don’t you do it, Michael?”

“I am going to help him with the video, Mom. Come on. Dad is away all Saturday. You are not doing anything else.”

“All right, Michael. I do want Tyrone to do well. It would be better if his partner reversed with him, but I guess they can do it during the study period on Monday.”

“Thanks, Mom. You don’t know how happy he is going to be.”

Tyrone was able to get everything we needed. He had enough ecstasy to drug an elephant. We had the video camera for the day, and Tyrone had handcuffs and a ball-gag in case things didn’t go as planned. According to everything on the Internet that we could find, once the ecstasy started kicking in, then Mom would get dizzy and thirsty. We planned to use her confusion to get her tied up if possible. Ideally, the combination of ecstasy and alcohol would turn her into a slut ready for anything, but we were committed to a full-scale rape if that is what it would take.

Mom was in a school dress when Tyrone came over, which was strange for a Saturday as she was normally more casual around the house. I guess she wanted to maintain as much authority as possible. I half wondered if Mom was concerned having a young black stud in the house with her, without her husband around, if things got out of hand.

I set the camera up on the tripod and waited while Tyrone joined Mom on the couch. He was so excellent that Mom just ate him up as the serious student only trying to better himself.

“Now, Mrs. Knight, as you know, I am conducting market research to determine consumer preference to several brands of crackers. I will need to have you try several samples and then honestly evaluate the merits of the product for taste, texture, and visual presentation. I know the crackers will make you quite thirsty, so I have lots of water here for you.”

“I don’t need to eat the crackers, Tyrone. This is just pretend interviewing.”

“But I made this spread and everything special for you, Mrs. Knight.”

“Yeah, but...”

“Mom, he went to a lot of trouble. Doesn’t it look good? It will just be a few crackers.”

“Well ... okay. I guess so, but in class, Tyrone said that Sarah will need to do is make up answers as the crackers are not important.”

[Crackers. It is funny to me that “ cracker” is the white equivalent to the term “ nigger.” Aren’t words wonderful?]

We needed to get Mom started on the Ecstasy, and with no guarantees as to just how much we would be able to feed her, Tyrone went right for a specially prepared cracker as his first choice.

“Is this potato salad? Did you make it yourself, or did your mom help?”

“I made it all myself, Mom. It would please me if you ate it all.”

I zoomed the camera onto Mom’s face as she took the first Ecstasy tablet crushed onto the cracker. “So was it, Mrs ... Knight?”

“It was quite unusual. Good though. I never tasted potato salad with quite that flavor. I guess the cracker is what is important though. It was quite bland. Without the salad, I would not have fancied it at all. The shape was utterly unappealing, and the texture was dry.”

“I will give you a Ritz next. I have one with more salad. I would love you to sample, Mrs. Knight.”

“It is a good thing that crackers are not very fattening. If I am going to be eating them all for your whole half-hour presentation, then I could get quite fat.”

“Oh no, Mrs ... Knight. You are perfect. A million crackers couldn’t destroy that body.”

“Why, thank you, Tyrone.” The blush on Mom’s face was priceless, but a look filled her eyes that told me Tyrone better cool it until the drugs started to take effect. Tyrone passed Mom the Ritz cracker loaded with the Ecstasy-enriched potato salad, which she completely ate. Mom had always been partial to potato salad, and the choice of it enabled us to get large quantities of Ecstasy into Mom’s stomach before she had much food to slow down the absorption process. Still, we were going to have to prolong things before Mom would get more manageable, so we had arranged for Jerome to call the house with his own project-related problem.

We had just fed Mom her third cracker when she got the call. Tyrone and I kept our voices down as we celebrated how perfect things were going. We had thought she would want to be eating plain crackers at first, but we figured five or six more and she would be so overdosed that we would have to back off or start to risk damaging her. Deaths due to Ecstasy are rare, but I saw at least one report, and I knew we had to be careful.

Jerome kept Mom on the phone for twelve minutes. She tried to break off, but Tyrone and I told her to take her time as we could wait. I saw Mom wipe her brow and saw a trickle of sweat. Jerome finally asked to talk to me, and I told him to start over with the guys. I saw Mom, Dad herself, again and told Jerome she was already sweating, and we would start getting her drunk.

I saw Tyrone signal me and gave him a nod. It was a little faster than we had anticipated, but Mom was almost ready for step two.

Tyrone fed Mom a Keebler cracker next, and we waited as she gave her opinion. Mom’s voice actually slurred a little. Tyrone asked her if she was feeling okay. She said she was thirsty, so Tyrone poured her a glass of bottled water. Mom mentioned it tasted funny, and we told her it was flavored mineral water. We had Mom set up for everything.

“Mrs. Knight, next, we need to perform a blind test. As you know, sight can be a big influence on a person, and all we really want in a taste test. Would it be okay if I put my tie around your eyes?”

Without the effects of the Ecstasy, I cannot imagine Mom agreeing to it. I mean, maybe she would have, but the request only made sense in the context of a true test, not a mock interview, but there was Mom nodding her head and Tyrone putting the tie in place.

“Are you still thirsty, Mrs. Knight?”

“Yes, please.”

I quickly mixed her a rye and water. I had studied that Ecstasy affected the sense of taste, but this was pushing things as Tyrone handed the drink to my Mom.

“Is this water?”

“Yeah, Mom.”

“It tastes funny. I have never tried bottled water before. It is different than that first one, right?”

“Yeah, Mom. Tyrone only has one bottle of cherry and more of this one. It is okay, isn’t it?”

“Maybe you could get some tap water.” Mom’s voice was really getting slurred.

“Okay, Mom, later. The tape is rolling, so we better finish.”

“I kind of feel dizzy, boys. I don’t know why. Maybe we should finish.” She almost sounded like she was pleading.

“No, Mrs. Knight. Here, I will give you another drink.”

Mom finished the rye and water.

“If you are not feeling well, maybe we should go to the final stage of the test. I will put the crackers in your mouth so you can’t feel them or see them. Then we will really know the best cracker. Put your arms behind your back, and I can tie them so you will not be tempted to touch anything.”

Tyrone motioned for the handcuffs. I was fearful he had gone too fast, but to my very pleased eyes, I quickly saw Mom submissively comply in her drugged little stupor. The main effect of Ecstasy is to loosen one’s inhibitions and make them more socially accommodating. Maybe Mom wanted to be our play toy. As Tyrone snapped on the cuffs, it was all irrelevant anyhow because she was long past the point of being able to escape the fucking she had coming.

We still had a few minutes before the guys would be at the party, so Tyrone took out the bottle of Ecstasy tablets and told Mom to open her mouth. I focused in to catch everything as the nigger put the pill on Mom’s lips and told her to eat it.

“What was that?” She chewed and swallowed it but was still alert enough to worry it was no cracker.

“I have the crackers in the same shape so you will not be able to tell which is better. Open your mouth again.”

Mom obeyed her new master, and Tyrone placed another pure pill into Mom’s mouth, letting his black finger linger in her open mouth for the camera. Mom ate the pill.

“I am so thirsty.”

“I will hold the bottle for you. Drink all you can.”

Tyrone put the mouth of the rye bottle to Mom’s mouth and started to pour it in. The numbness of Mom’s mouth from the effects of the Ecstasy had her dribbling out of both sides of her mouth as Tyrone just seemed intent on pouring the whole bottle down her throat. Mom started pulling back and still the nigger tried to keep the bottle in her mouth.

“No more. Please.”

Mom sounded so helpless. My cock was rock hard. It was all we could do to wait for the gang but they must have run all the way to my house as there was the knock at the door. Mom asked to be released but Tyrone just told her I would get it. Deon was practically shouting he was so excited as he asked me how many pills she had taken. I told him to calm down. I quickly told them we had her eating the pills straight as we went to the living room. Mom knew others were with Tyrone and me.

“Michael. I am not feeling good. Please let me go.”

“Not yet, Mom. You need another ‘cracker’.”

Toby actually said he wanted to see her eat a pill. Mom had to hear him. It did not really matter but it was still careless. I wanted to tell him how stupid he was but there was no time as Tyrone was already getting the pill out. Everyone tried to get a good view as he told her to open her mouth. I guess Mom was finally catching on as she shook her head and kept her mouth shut. There was no need to delay things since everyone was in place so Tyrone just pinched her nose. When Mom ran out of breath he stuffed the pill in and covered her mouth so she could not spit it out. “How did that one taste, Mrs. Knight?”

The combination of Ecstasy and Rye had Mom confused but not totally stupid yet. It was pretty clear even to her the trouble she was in with a roomful of boys, blindfolded and bound. She had to have put two and two together with the way she felt and Toby’s slip of the tongue along with the show of force by Tyrone to realize she was drugged and I was in on it. I would have given my left arm to taste Mom’s panic as her confused little brain got the picture at last.

“Michael, let me go.” She tried to sound so tough, but she was almost crying.

“You’re the project now, Mom. The students all have a lot to learn today. You want the students to learn, right, Mom?”

“Boys ... please ... why are you doing this?”

Poor, stupid Mom. That is what looking too cute will get a girl. Maybe sex education was not her field, but we all knew she would be able to fill the bell far better than Mr. Hogan ever had. If she really was a caring teacher, she should be grateful to be of such valuable assistance in the learning process of human reproduction.

“Don’t pretend you don’t want it, Mrs. Knight. Michael knows the truth. He sees the way ‘mommy’ makes eyes at the niggers. I told him how you pressed against me when I asked you to explain that word last week and pressed your tits against me.”

“That is not true.”

“You want this. Every white bitch wants the nigger experience.”

“Don’t use ‘that’ word.”

“What word?”

“It is not proper.” Fuck, Mom, was funny. She was about to get herself raped, and she was hung up on ‘nigger.’

Tyrone thought it was funny too. “You thought ‘it’ before. You are too proper to say it. Are you afraid to hurt my feelings? You stupid cracker. I love being black. Everyone knows that we are better than you. Honky rednecks are just scared. Are you scared? Once you go black, you never get back.”

“Michael, I am your Mom. Please, Michael, stop this. No one will know.”

“Lots of people are going to know, Mom. Everyone is here. Have you ever had twelve guys before? You are not getting away, so don’t be stupid, and we can all have a lot of fun.”

Leroy has always been a real jerk, and he was the first one to put his hands on my Mom. He sat on the couch opposite Tyrone and reached for the zipper on Mom’s dress. When Mom tried to struggle to her feet, Leroy took her hair, and Tyrone put his arms around her waist. Mom did not scream. It could have been the drugs or just her not thinking there was any use.

Leroy and Tyrone pulled Mom’s dress forward to expose her brassiere. It was just a white simple cross your heart, but to me, the symbolism of the first act of sexuality was a Kodak moment, and I was as pleased as punch to have it on camera.

“Stand up, bitch,” Leroy ordered Mom. I saw the flash as he pulled out a knife to cut her dress from around her arms.

Mom whimpered so sexy ... so scared. The Ecstasy and rye had her swaying slightly, but she knew she was being raped and felt it. Leroy wanted her to feel the blade.

“Be careful, Mrs. Knight. We would not want this knife to slip. It feels cold against your belly. It is time for us to see those tits. I bet your nipples are hard. I see them sometimes. You don’t always wear a bra to school, do you? The boys want to see your tits now, don’t you all?”

The room filled with cries in the affirmative, and Leroy took the honor of using the knife to slice Mom’s bra off. With her hands securely cuffed behind her back, Mom had no choice but to stand in front of us all on her wobbly knees, baring her breasts in utter humiliation. Tyrone took a squeeze, and Mom gasped as he pinched both her nipples between his rough fingers.

‘Make’em hard’ and ‘she likes it’ type chants filled the room. Mom’s mouth moved as if trying to say something, but no words came out. I looked to her face to see if the tears had started yet. The sense of betrayal to her must have been overwhelming to be posed in front of her students stripped to nothing but panties and stockings and to have her own videoing it like a cheap porno. Leroy held her by the hair so she would not fall over and ran the knife along her body.

“Quit hogging her. I want to kiss.” It was Tank. At two hundred and fifty pounds of mostly meat, no one was going to deny our star tackle. Tank had a real shot at the NFL and was kind of a fool to be taking part in the rape, but he had been hot for Mom’s ass from day one and was going to have his satisfaction.

Tyrone and Leroy moved off, letting Tank take Mom in his massive arms. He spun her so the camera could catch his big black hands on her ass. He felt her up through her cotton panties and pressed his big lips full onto my mother’s. He looked like he could crush her with those huge black hands. It was a beautiful image for the camera, full of implied intimidation and outright wickedness with the chrome handcuffs, the white panties, and all the black.

Jerome had the next go at my mom. He went right for her neck to give her a hickey. The loose plan was to try to keep everything secret from my dad. Hickeys were going to be hard to explain. Jerome told my mom how he was going to fuck her cunt with his big black cock. He told her she wanted it and to kiss him to prove it. Mom kissed him.