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I settled into the underbrush and waited. Mom should be along any minute. A creature of habit, her evening run would bring her no more than five feet from this cover I’d chosen. It would be a quick and brutal surgical strike. Take her down. Knock her out. Bag her up. Leave.
Anticipation rolled in my belly, balanced by the hardness of my cock. It was going to happen. I was really going to kidnap and rape my mother. My lifelong fantasies were about to become reality.
The night-vision goggled let me see Mom when she rounded the bend. Head high, earbuds blaring, she was in her own world when she ran. I understood the need to get in the zone, but it was stupid for a woman to run through the woods alone at night. But I’d never claimed my mother was smart. Just sexy as hell.
“Come to me,” I whispered, gathering my feet under me. “Come get your son’s dick.”
As Mom pulled even with me, I lunged. My shoulder hit just under her ribcage and my momentum carried her off her feet as the air whoofed from her lungs. In a flash, I rolled her onto her back and slapped her. I wasn’t trying to hurt her. Just stun her long enough for the injection.
Mom wheezed for breath, struggling feebly as I shoved the hypodermic into her arm. A quick shot of knockout juice and I shoved the needle rig under my belt. Even as Mom took her first deep breath, my right hand was at her throat. Squeezing. My left hand caught her cheek, then returned to backhand her.
“Please,” Mom managed to gasp.
That one word was so fucking sweet. So much emotion in it. Fear. Real fear. She knew she was about to be taken. Used. She had time to tense her body for one feeble push before the knockout juice did its job. Then I was sitting astride my mother’s limp body.
A quick look around told me no one had seen. I stood and threw Mom’s body over my shoulder in a fireman’s carry and stumbled back into the woods. Barely ten feet into the dense forest, a wooden rail fence marked the boundary of the interstate highway property. My work van sat there, waiting to make my getaway.
I tossed Mom’s limp body over the fence and climbed over. Opened the back doors of the van. Mom’s body was light in my arms as I laid her into the coffin-shaped crate I’d built for this purpose. I shoved a wad of gauze in her mouth, winding it around her head to hold it in place. Another roll of gauze worked as a blindfold. Half-inch sisal rope bound her wrists, knees and ankles. Even if Mom woke up, she wouldn’t be able to move.