Your Mother

Your mother looked young. Not just "young for her age", or whatever that meant, but like a proper beauty in her early twenties. If it wasn't for your towns unstoppable hunger for gossip, you wouldn't have believed she'd birthed you. Being adopted wouldn't have been kept a secret from you for long.

When the bandits came, it was no wonder they chose her as their target. There was 6 in all, all armed and armored. 4 of them rounded up your town's inhabitants, some managed to flee into the woods.

Your mother wasn't just a pretty face, she had a body to match. Large breasts, still firm. A large, pale butt she hid under long skirts. She was desired by every man in town, young and old. Her face was still pretty even with the bruises the bandits gave her.

The 2 remaining bandits took their fun smashing your home apart, beating you senseless before tearing the clothes from you shrieking mother.

"Is she your wife, pup?" The bandit asked while his friend wrestled your mother to the floor. "Nothing to say now? No more threats?"

Finally, the bandit on the floor had your mother under his control, face down on the wooden floor, ass rubbing against his crotch.

"You're going to watch this, pup, and I'm going to enjoy it." Said your captor.