A WALK IN THE PARK by Syd

Disclaimer: The following is fiction. The story’s content does not reflect the writer’s beliefs, opinions, or attitudes. This story is intended for adult entertainment only. The characters and events depicted in this work are fictional. The author does not condone or promote any unlawful activity, such as that depicted in the story. By continuing to read this work, you acknowledge that you are an adult who wishes to read works of fantasy and fiction for the purpose only of fantasy. All the characters in this story are adults. They may portray different ages for the fictional characters they depict, but they remain adults at all times.

Writer: Syd

Subject: A WALK IN THE PARK

Synopsis: A mother and son enjoy secret, sordid sex encounters in the park, the mother then ends a thugs criminal career.

A Walk In The Park

“It’s a pleasant day for a walk in the park. I needed to get out, enjoy some fresh air, clear my head, but damn, I could do with some hard cock,” thought thirty-two-year-old Hillary, strolling with her ten-year-old son, Jason, through a secluded corner of their park.

They could hear young lads playing soccer yards away behind the trees. Distant sounds of families chatting. A slight breeze made the walk more pleasant. The fact that several unfortunate people had been recently robbed at knifepoint in this very park wasn’t on anyone’s mind, on such a pleasant day. Just enjoy the sunshine was all that good people wanted to do.

“Mom, can I have an ice cream, please?”

Hillary looked at her ten year old son. A rather pretty, effeminate boy, she had come to the conclusion he would probably turn out gay, like his father.

She had divorced her husband a year earlier, after discovering he was gay. She realised that was the reason he had avoided having sex with her for months. They loved each other, but she had needs as a wife that her husband could and would not fulfill. The divorce was amicable, her ex husband had provided well for Hillary and her son, they had both moved on, he had married his partner, Hillary was frustrated and had not been banged in months, she needed cock.

“I think I also need to go to the toilet,” her son added.

“Okay darling, let’s find the toilets first, then we can buy an ice cream and enjoy it over by the lake, how does that sound?” she said smiling at her son.

”Sounds good, mom. I think there are toilets near by,” her son added, gently directing his mom through a wooded area thick with trees and bushes, until they came to an opening where the toilets stood.

One look at the dilapidated toilet block was enough to cause Hillary to openly gasp. Covered in graffiti, windows broken, unloved, forgotten, or maybe not a priority for local government to spend money on maintaining it.

“Oh my goodness, darling, just look at the state of this place, if it’s disgusting on the outside, how bad is it inside,” she told her son as she looked at the building as if she could already smell how bad it must be inside.

“No, Jason, that place looks disgusting, let’s find somewhere else, another toilet elsewhere,” she added, still looking at the building with disgust.

“Oh Mom, it’s not as bad as all that. You see the graffiti outside and it looks bad, but inside it’s fine. I’ve used it before when I come to the park with my friends,” Jason added, looking at his mom sweetly, trying to reassure her.

“I’ll be okay, I haven’t had any problems before when I’ve used these toilets,” Jason added, lying.

“Oh, Jason,” his mom added, concerned that such public places could exist at all.

She hated seeing such eye sores in a setting such as a park, but realised that there was a proportion of people who just do not care about their environment, but Hillary did care, especially since she had a young son to raise on her own, she did not want her child to live in a neighbourhood where people did not care.

Hillary and her son were debating with each other as to whether young Jason should use these disgusting toilets, or find another public convenience, when a very smart, distinguished looking man walked by, who also looked to be headed towards the same toilets in question, Hillary needed reassurance.

“Excuse me, sir,” she attracted the attention of the passerby, “D you know if it’s actually safe for me to send my son into that dreadful looking toilet,” she asked him. “He tells me it’s not as bad inside as it looks outside, but I’m not convinced he should go in there. Do you know of a better public toilet nearby?” Hillary asked the gentleman, who, from his appearance and demeanour was the kind of man who Hillary felt positive she could trust.

Hillary was very wrong.

The man stopped and turned to look in the direction of the attractive young mother, and her son.

“Sweet boy.” the stranger thought to himself, before glancing again at Hillary.

“Do you think it’s haunted?” asked Jason.

The man stopped in his track for a moment as he looked again at Jason. Both the man and Jason made eye contact. Jason looked almost innocently at the man, his tongue sliding briefly over his bottom lip.

The man gained his composure, he seemed to be quite taken aback by Jason’s question, he needed to think fast.

”Do I think it’s haunted,” he asked. 

Still gazing at Jason. He smiled.

”Why, no, no. Of course it isn’t haunted? I brought my grandson here to the toilet not half an hour ago. You see, we came from church, my wife and I, brought our grandson to the lake as a treat, when he needed to use the bathroom. I was also a little apprehensive when I first saw the toilets from the outside, but they’re really not as bad as they seem from the outside. They really are quite clean, and when I brought my grandson her earlier, there were no issues at all,” the man lied, ”In fact,” he added, “I’m heading there myself right now, if your son comes along, I promise I can keep a discreet eye on him.”

Hillary was a little reassured, the man had a way of putting her mind at ease, and he had said he had already been into the toilets with his own grandson, and looks can be deceiving, according to the man, the toilets aren’t so bad inside. So the stranger and Jason headed off to the toilets, Jason wouldn’t be long, she could wait a few minutes.

Hillary turned her attention to the sound of the soccer game on the other side of the bushes, which at the moment was hidden from her. She thought watching the soccer game would help pass the time while she waited for her son to return from the toilets. She walked behind a large tree to look over a lower bush to watch two teams of teenage boys playing soccer.

Hillary wasn’t interested in sport, but the boys playing were a few minutes distraction, she thought, and they were fit young lads, in their prime, firm butt’s, strong thighs, full of youthful energy, she smiled to herself as she became excited, her pussy became wet, seclusion meant she could enjoy lewd thoughts as she watched virile teenage boys running around the soccer field, panting, sweating.

Hillary licked her lips as her lustful eyes gazed at strong thighs and the boys crotch areas. She clutched her purse and was about to press her fingers over her pussy area, her dreamy gaze was abruptly shattered,

“Yo, bitch. Gimme da fukkin purse or I’ll cut you.”

Hillary swung her head around.

Meanwhile, very close by the well dressed stranger entered the dirty public toilets behind Jason. The man had lied when he told Jason’s mother it was well maintained. The interior was dirty, graffiti was on the walls and cubicle doors. People had drawn and written obscene things, there were used condoms on the floor, it was dark, and smelled of piss and sex.

The man watched Jason go to the urinal, unzip and idly wait for the piss to flow. It was quiet inside, Jason realised the man was not using the urinal, or entered the dirty cubicle, so he glanced over his shoulder, and realised the man was standing behind him. Jason could feel the man’s presence. He realised the man was very close, and was actually touching Jason’s back. He was sure the man was gently rubbing his cock against Jason’s backside.

Jason was staring straight ahead, his dick in his hand, almost ready to piss. Suddenly the man leaned forward and pressed himself against Jason. Jason felt two hands on his shoulders, he heard the man breathing in his left ear. Adult lips softly kissed Jason’s ear lobes, a wet tongue softly licked at Jason’s ear.

Jason remained focused on looking forward, his body stiff, but beginning to enjoy the attention as he could feel himself melting under the adults soft caresses on his shoulders as the stranger softly massaged him with his fingers, and spoke softly into Jason’s ear.

“Some friends of mine recommended I pay this establishment a visit. You may know them, one is a sissy faggot who likes to wear white knee length boots, the other, a middle aged bald man with a tattoo of a mermaid on his arm, and a tattoo of Satan above his hairless cock, you may know them?”

“I, erm,” Jason stuttered, he knew them.

He had given them much pleasure inside this toilet, and they had given him much pleasure.

“They told me of a young boy bitch, a sweet little slut, that they raped in here and fucked his arse and mouth, and drained his sexy cock of it’s spunk. They told me if I visit this place, and I see a boy in here, and he asks, ‘do you think it’s haunted?’ He is available.”

Jason felt the man’s warm breath on his skin. The man was breathing heavily.

Jason arched his back, moaned softly as the strangers cock pressed against his buttocks. The man kissed his cheeks and run his long, wet tongue over the soft skin of Jason’s neck.

“Daddy.”

Was all Jason could moan as a long stream of yellow boy piss flooded from Jason’s cock into the urinal bowl. The man looked down at the yellow piss, and inserted two fingers into the stream. Jason watched his own piss being played with, until the man brought his fingers up to Jason’s mouth, rubbed his smelly, piss soaked fingers over Jason’s lips, then pushed them gently into Jason’s mouth, he enthusiastically sucked on them, after all, it wasn’t the first time the boy had tasted piss, and not the first time the bitch boy had tasted his own. Jason savoured the taste of his piss, he sucked and licked the strangers hard, masculine fingers as if they were stiff cocks.

The man put his hand around Jason, resting on the boys stomach, and Jason felt the grip tighten, like a lover embracing him. The man held Jason firmly and kissed him, softly at first, lips separating, wet tongues sliding back and forth along wet lips, which pressed together passionately in a lewd French kiss between two complete strangers, who were now perverted lovers.

Jason and the man looked at each other, their lust growing. As they looked into each other’s eyes, Jason saw an older, more experienced Daddy that he hoped would use his experience to teach Jason more about the pleasures of the flesh. The older man saw a fuck toy, a whore, to be used and abused, shared with the other perverts, hopefully on multiple occasions, but for now they had to be quick, Jason’s mother was waiting outside, and sooner or later she may become suspicious.

Jason’s mother, just yards away, was staring at the point of a knife being waved in her face. Shock was gripping her momentarily as the person thrusting the knife menacingly in her direction obviously meant what he said. A black, feral boy, about twelve-years-old, you know the type, the type of black scumbag that grew up believing the world owed him, that he did not have to work for anything, that everything he demanded, he should receive for nothing.

“Yo, bitch, gimme da fukkin purse or I’ll cut you.” 

The threat had the desired effect, paralysing Hillary with fear. She knew she had to compose herself, and try to remain calm. She looked at the scumbag with utter contempt and disgust. She didn’t want to be another victim, another statistic, forgotten simply because she was white.

“Please, I have a little money, you can take it,” she said as calmly as possible, knowing the few moments she had, she had to try and think through her fear.

Her fear could not cause her to make a silly mistake and end up being stabbed, she had to breath slowly, deeply, and think.

“Here, you can have it.”

Her trembling fingers slowly opened her purse and she slid her hand inside. As she did so the black scumbag nervously glanced around, waving the knife between his fingers. She looked into her bag. Grasping whatever it was she had inside and pulling it out she looked at the black scumbag, locking her eyes onto his, she hissed through clenched teeth.

“You want this, fucking nigger?”

It was his turn to be shocked, he was looking down the barrel of a gun. It was her turn to take control of the situation. Fuck Dirty Harry, this was Dirty Hillary, and she had a fucking gun. 

“Put the blade down, nigger, throw it over there, and get on your fucking knees or I’ll blow your fucking skull apart, you fucking vermin, you fucking good for nothing piece of shit nigger.”

The young black thug realized she had him, she meant business, every now and then he was going to meet a white person who was not going to take any of his fucking shit, today that white person is called Hillary. Hillary gestured for him to throw his knife to the side, he obeyed.

“Sit down on the grass,” she ordered.

“Uh?” he grunted, confused.

She pointed the gun at him, looked him straight in the eye.

”What is it with you fucking niggers?”she seethed, ”Do you understand fucking English? Get on the fucking floor you mother fucking nigger, or I will blow your fucking skull apart, and in this state, if I as a vulnerable white woman shoots a fucking nigger in self defence, protecting myself from a piece of shit nigger with a knife, I have every right to do so. Now, nigger, get down.”

He was caught like a rabbit in a cars headlights. Now he was gripped with fear. If he tried to run she would shoot him. If he lunged for her, she would shoot him. He sat on the grass.

For the moment, the world stopped for both of them. He was afraid this crazy white woman who had turned the tables on him and was now pointing a gun at him, could shoot him. She could end his life, he reflected for a moment on his twelve-year-old self.

He didn’t want to die. He had plans. There were things he wanted to do with his life; more muggings, more store robberies, raping a white girl had appealed to him, now he was looking down the barrel of a gun. Where had it all gone wrong? The black thug asked himself, realising his days of taking other people’s stuff could be over.

Hillary was still pointing the gun, still shaking, breathing slowly, deeply, still trying to compose herself. Realising she had managed to turn the tables on her attacker, but she knew she had to remain in control.

“Pull your pants down to your ankles,” she ordered.

“Uh.”

He grunted, in that uncivilised way blacks do.

“Fucking dumb nigger, no wonder you’re so fucking backwards, you cannot even comprehend basic English. Tell you what nigger, from now on I’m not repeating myself. If I have to repeat myself one more time, you’re a dead mother fucking nigger. I do not have much time, especially if with a damn cockroach like you. Pull your pants down to your ankles.”

Hillary extended her arm more menacingly to get her point over to him.

“Okay, okay.”

He lifted himself up and rolled his pants down, revealing skinny black legs and his dick.

Hillary locked down scornfully at his dick and balls, she kneeled down between his legs, he looked at her wondering what this was all about, he was humiliated and still afraid. He wondered if this angry white woman with a gun pointing at him might intend to blow his balls off.

“Is that it?” she asked.

“Uh.”

He grunted again.

“Is that your cock? I thought niggers were supposed to be packing some big meat and veg inside their trousers, is that it? Are you the only nigger with the little dick? Fucking pathetic. What a loser.”

Hillary mocked him, genuinely disappointed in what she has found.

“What you talking about, Lady? What you gonna do?”

His voice sounded a little desperate, confused. She pushed the gun towards his face.

“Lay back on the grass, put your hands behind your head. I do not have much time.”

She ordered him, some urgency in her voice as she knew her son would be out of the toilets soon. The boy lay down, put his hands behind his head. He looked up at her, almost pleading for an answer, realising by looking into her eyes she was a white woman who had the upper hand, she was in control of this situation, he should just obey, maybe there is still a way of grabbing the gun from her, he thought to himself.

Hillary placed the barrel of the gun against his balls, which made him look wide eyed at her. His eyes widened and looked straight at her.

“I’m going to make your day. I’m going to suck your pathetic nigger cock. I bet when you left home this morning, when you left your fat nigger mommy and closed the door of your smelly roach infested ghetto shit hole, you never knew you would receive a blow job from a beautiful, sophisticated white woman, did you?”

“What? No, I never knew, are you serious?” he asked, confused.

“Let me tell you how this is going to play out, my way. So listen up, I’m not repeating myself.”

Hillary narrowed her eyes, her tone lowered almost to a hiss. She pressed the gun firmly into his groin, and continued, as she wrapped her soft, well manicured fingers around the black youths cock.

”You will lie back with your hands on the back of your head. I’m going to suck your cock. The gun stays where it is. One move from you and I pull the trigger, and I keep pulling the trigger until the barrels empty. I will simply explain to the police I shot you in self defence while you, armed with a knife, raped me. Or you can lay back and enjoy the attention of a beautiful white woman and receive the best blow job of your entire life, understand?”

“Wow, really?”

His eyes widened, still confused, but realising instead of this hot white woman shooting him, he could be in for the best experience of his young life.

“I’ll take that as a yes.”

She told him, working his dick with the soft fingers of her left hand, while holding the gun muzzle firmly against his groin. He immediately delighted in the sensations created by the soft lips of the older, hot white woman. Of course he hadn’t expected such a hot, sophisticated woman to suck his cock this morning, at least not voluntarily. The feeling of her soft mouth sucking his already stiff cock was heavenly to him. An experienced, cock sucking adult giving him a blow job certainly made his cock hard. Hillary did her best and lovingly licked his balls, sucking them into her mouth and sliding her wet tongue over them.

She looked up at him, eyes closed, smiling, biting his lip, savouring the feel of this woman giving him so much pleasure, his cock now aching for release.

Hillary, eyes wide open in case the boy made any sudden moves to take the gun, which she held firmly in her right hand, her left hand fondling his balls, she took his cock into her mouth, taking it all, sliding her lips down to his base, sucking and slurping as she took his cock down her throat, then up to the tip, where she flicked the tip of her tongue over his cock head, before once again deep throating him. He was breathing more heavily, he was close, she could feel him cumming.

He continued groaning, she sucked harder, furiously deep throating him. His hips bucked and he thrust his cock up and down as she held his cock firmly inside her mouth. He groaned louder and she felt his cock spurting his young spunk deep into her throat. Hillary sucked him in, not missing or spilling a drop. She continued sucking and he continued fucking her mouth, until his balls were empty, and she had swallowed every drop.

“Oh man, that was amazing,” he told her, still breathless, but grinning from ear to ear.

She sat up and moved slightly away, gun still firmly in her hand. She glanced briefly towards the bush, behind which were the public toilets, she knew her son would be out soon. She had to get herself together. She looked towards the boy still lying on the ground.

“You’d better go, quickly , before anyone sees us,” she tells him hastily, realising her son may actually be out of the toilets already, “Go quickly.”

She tells the boy, who pulls his pants up and knows he should leave, before the white woman changes her mind, and decides to shoot him. He pulls his trousers up and hurries away, picking his knife up as he leaves.

Just meters away, inside the dilapidated mens toilets, with tears streaming down his face, the middle aged man was giving Jason a thorough throat fucking. He held Jason’s head firmly in his grip, his long veiny cock thrusting in and out of the boys throat, desperately trying to breath through his nose. Jason kneeled on the dirty, tiled floor like a rag doll, held up by the man’s iron grip. When Jason looked up into the man’s eyes, he saw a man fuelled by lust for young boys, eyes dark with perverted lust. He had seen that dark hunger in other men he had previously satisfied, or who had previously used him to sate their perverted hunger.

The man suddenly stopped face fucking Jason, Jason used these moments to breath, fill his lungs with air.

The man peered down at the boy.

”Fucking faggot cunt,” he sneered at Jason, before leaning forward and spitting into Jason’s mouth, then crashing their lips together in a lewd, deep kiss.

He thrust his cock once more into Jason’s mouth, gripping Jason by his head continued to throat fuck him. The boy took the big cock well, he wanted to please. He was already quite skilled in cock sucking. Jason, though struggling with the throat fuck, used his lips and tongue as best he could.

Jason was not yet able to suck men’s cocks and wank his own cock at the same time, especially not during such a face fucking, so he would find release later, alone in his bedroom, with his favourite teddy bear. Jason had cut a hole between the legs of his favourite teddy bare, and liked to stick his cock in there and fuck it, when he was alone, imagining he was fucking his favourite boy crush at school, or his favourite teacher, or celebrity.

The man thrust his cock in and out of Jason’s mouth again and again. Suddenly tensing his body and grip Jason’s head firmly, fucking his young mouth hard, the man cum, flooding Jason’s throat with man juice. Jason could feel the warm cream hitting the back of his throat, which he lived to feel. Both man and boy closed their eyes to enjoy the blissful sensations together, until the man’s orgasm subsided and his hard cock went soft and dropped from Jason’s lips, with some cream still on his lips, Jason licked it and swallowed it, don’t want to waste any.

The man looked down at Jason who was still kneeling on the floor, as he tucked his cock back into his trousers, he gave Jason another deep kiss on his lips, and pushed a note into Jason’s trouser pocket.

”Sweet slut, if you’re in here on weekends, text me. My number is on the card, do not show anyone else.”

Then the man hurried out of the toilet, making sure Jason’s mother was not in sight.

Jason realised his mom may be looking for him, worried about him, he had lost track of time.

Jason pulled himself up onto his feet, straightened his clothing, and went towards the toilet exit, where he stopped. He turned around, rushed back to each urinal and briefly licked each one, before rushing out.

Into the sunlight Jason quickly walked, as he exited the toilets, his mom exited the bushes. Neither realising how long they had been occupied sucking cock, but as they exited together, assumed they had not kept the other waiting.

Hillary put on a pleasant disposition as her son walked towards her, smiling, which pleased her to see him happy. She did not know her son was still savouring the taste of man cum that still swirled around on his tongue.

“Hey, young man, how about that ice cream?” she asked him cheerfully.

“Sure mom, that would be great,” Jason answered.

Mother and son walked along the semi secluded path, arm in arm, making small talk. Heading towards where they knew the ice cream vendor would be, a few minutes away.

Suddenly they stopped in their track. Looking towards the bushes. A cry for help. The strained voice of a young girl pleading for mercy, accompanied by the snarling voice of a male abuser, demanding she shut the fuck up, or she would be knifed. The pitiful cries of the young female victim seemed to fall on deaf ears, as it sounded like her assailant had no pity for her at all, but only interested in committing upon his victim, whatever vile assault he had in mind.

Hillary and Jason were alerted to the plight of an obviously young victim being assaulted. Hillary marched into the bushes just a few meters to find the black, feral thug raping a young girl of about twelve. He was on top of her and her face was obscured by his head. Her panties were at her side and the thug was already inside her. He was grunting loudly as he penetrated the now spoiled pussy of the young, innocent girl. His knife was in the ground beside them where he had stabbed it into the ground.

His grunting and determination to abuse and violate his young victim made him deaf to the rustle Hillary made as she waded through the bushes. When Hillary reached the clearing and saw the rape, and recognised the scumbag she had sucked off earlier, her hand was already reaching inside her purse.

Suddenly the black rapist was aware of another person nearby. As he turned in desperation to retrieve his knife from the ground, his cock flopped out of the bloodied cunt of the young girl.

Under the shade of the trees, he did not at first recognise Hillary, it made no difference to her anyway, she pulled out her gun as the thug faced her, brandishing his knife in her direction.

“What the fuck do you want bitch, you wanna fucking die.”

Then as his eyes focused on Hillary, he recognised her. He grinned at Hillary and thrust his hips forward in a fucking motion.

”You want some bitch?” he peered at her.

Hillary looked at him, looked at his dick.

“Believe me, I’ve had better,” she told him as she aimed the gun at his chest, pulled the trigger and shot him twice in his chest, she shot him again in his face, blood now spurting out as he was slumping backwards,

Hillary wanted at least one more shot, she aimed her gun at his lower body, and put a bullet in his cock. Hillary allowed herself a brief smile. Her protective motherly instincts kicked in as her son came rushing forward calling for his mom. He stopped in his tracks when he saw his mom helping a young girl, no older than himself, put her panties on. Jason looked at the young thug, covered in blood, obviously dead. Jason had never seen a dead person before. Jason was looking particularly where the thugs cock would have been, which was now a bloodied hole.

“Mom!” he said, but his mom was to preoccupied with helping the young girl victim to stand up.

“Jason, help me. I want to get this young girl out of here to sit her down on the seat, so I can call the police, please help me.”

Jason tried his best to help his mom get the sobbing girl away from the nightmare scene, and they took her to a bench nearby where the mom sat next to the girl, reassuring her that the ordeal was over. Jason sat on the other side of his mom, he hoped that he could be of more help if his mom needed him.

As a few people walked up the path towards them, attracted by the sound of gun fire, Hillary put her arms around the girl to comfort her. She kissed the girls forehead in a motherly, caring manner. The irony wasn’t lost on Hillary, kissing the forehead with the cum stained lips of the thug who had raped her. Hillary grinned, and dialled her cell phone to call the police.

She turned to Jason.

”We might have to wait for that ice cream, darling.”

“911, how may I help you?”

THE END