I've uploaded the entirety of this story in a .txt file at the bottom of this first post. You'll need to be logged in to see it.Hello, this is terribleguardian with another story about non-con, drug use, etc.
I've changed my name and in my absence I've been working on learning how to draw to better embody the ideal storyteller for our extremely niche community. Let me know what you think.
As always, every character in these fictional stories are 18+ regardless of what the situations or events depict.
"Honey, are you awake?"
I furrowed my brow and cracked my tired eyes open to see an angel in a bathrobe.
"Yeah, I'm up." I said as my brain was still struggling to turn on.
"You already missed the bus sweetheart."
The beautiful voice that roused me from my sleep was now accompanied with a soft stroking along my forehead. She had no idea that was going to put me back to sleep.
"I'm sorry, I'll catch the next one." I yawned.
I rubbed my eyes and rolled over to face my mom. Barely 34 and yet she could easily pass for some lucky bastard's young trophy wife. I struggled to find someplace safe to place my eyes with her immaculate form sitting on the edge of my bed, next to my pillow. My groggy vision met her piercing emerald gaze, and seeing her beautiful eyes look lovingly into mine was stronger than any coffee in the world. She smiled her motherly smile at me and I couldn't help but squirm in my own pajamas while she tortured me with her love.
"I'm up already." I said, clearly embarrassed at having such a gorgeous creature dote on me unprepared.
"I know honey. You know there'll come a day where I won't be able to see my baby wake up like this." She pouted her lip comically as she said this.
My heart writhed in my chest at hearing her say this, and I couldn't help but bury my face in my pillow hoping she'd leave already. Though I knew every part of me wished she'd stay. My bedroom was beginning to fill with her aroma, and the pheromones of a goddess were starting to have their effect. I couldn't risk getting out of bed now otherwise she'd get a full frontal view of what I really think of her. Thankfully the rocking of my mattress and the creaking of the floor disclosed her departure. I turned my head and watched her wide, plump ass move from side to side as she tiptoed out of my room. God, what I wouldn't do to just bury my face in there.
"You've got ten minutes before you're late." She said as she pivoted, nearly catching me drinking in eye-fulls of her backside.
I groaned into my pillow.
"I'm leaving now!" I said toward the rest of the house as I stood beside the front door.
"Wait Havvie, I was gonna drive you. You're not going to make the next bus." Mom said, appearing in the kitchen.
"It's not really a big deal if I'm late; my first class is English, and my grade won't be affected if I'm tardy by a few minutes."
"It's still not good to be late. You need to get in the habit of being punctual, and not just for school." Mom was still in her bathrobe when she grabbed the keys.
"You don't need to get dressed?" I said, slightly worried at her slight state of undress.
"I'm not going anywhere, and I'm just dropping you off. Now let's go already!" She said, shooing me into the garage.
Despite my protests, mom seemed determined to get me to school on time while wearing only a small robe. If anyone at school saw me with her, I knew I would never hear the end of it. "Milf-mom, milf-mom!" I dreaded hearing those words. I looked out the window as we drove to school, as watching mom jiggle in her bathrobe with every speed bump and press of the brake filled me with anxiety. It wasn't long before my school came into view and the sea of students all groggily marching to class gave me the hope that no one would see my mom. Hiding in plain sight in a way.
"Okay, thanks mom!" I said hurriedly as I stepped out of the car.
I didn't make it ten steps before my stomach plummeted.
"Havvie, your backpack!"
My head swiveled and I had to watch my mom in her bathrobe, step around the front of the car with my backpack in hand. I lunged toward her and grabbed the bag out of her hand and thanked her. I swear I could see several of the other students and dads look at mom, but I tried to erase those images from my memory bank. As I turned back toward the school I saw my friends. All with their gazes pointed past me and likely aimed at the sex-goddess behind me. I swallowed hard and looked at the ground.
"Sup Javier, was that your mom?" I heard Theo ask.
"Uh yeah."
That was all I could manage before my brain had shut down out of embarrassment. Thankfully I could hear their footsteps alongside mine and I knew they were at least done ogling my mom for now.
School that morning was as boring as it ever was, and day dreams of girls and parties befuddled me. It was Eric's birthday this weekend and there were rumors circulating of there being alcohol. I knew my friends and I weren't exactly the cream of the crop when compared to the rest of the guys at our school, but the hope that all of us being more likely to get in by sheer number was still alive. I might be a total loser, but if me, Theo, Ivan, Austin, and Jean came as a group, us pulling up to a party might just hype things up! At least that was the hope.
"Hey Javier."
My mind instantly snapped back into reality at hearing that voice.
"Uh hey Laura." I was practically choking on my own saliva as she walked past me to class.
Laura was the most gorgeous girl in the entire school by a country mile. She was way more filled out than most of the other girls and she looked like a supermodel. I would bet both kidneys that mom looked like that at her age. Unfortunately she was dating Eric, and my chances with her were slim. She laughed at all my jokes, and we shared at least one class together this year, and most important of all: she knew my name. She was the number one reason I wanted to go to Eric's party in the first place instead of staying home and playing video games for the thousandth weekend in a row, but I had no chance with her at all if I didn't get to talk to her more than the length of our biology class. The lunch bell ringing marked the beginning of my window to plan with the boys.
"So have any of you been able to get a hold of some alcohol?" I asked, panning my eyes along each of them to see some gleam of success on their faces.
"Nah, my brother chickened out since he saw our pastor in the liquor store. I haven't been able to convince him to go since." Ivan looked dejectedly at the ground when he broke the news.
"Alright, what about the rest of you?"
"Well we might still be able to try that one store near my place. They might card us but if we flash a little extra I think he might look the other way." Jean's hope was my hope now, and I knew that was likely our best bet at this point.
"Why are we even trying to get booze in the first place? It's not like we even know if we're gonna be let in. Eric's got his own alcohol." Theo's frankness alarmed me and I spoke quickly to dissuade the others from sharing his view.
"C'mon man, if we bring beers, and there's all of us at once, there's no way he can turn us down at the door! There'll be like five of us and several cases of beer being cut out of the party if he doesn't let us in, and if anyone saw him turn all this shit away, they'll think he was crazy!" I tried my best to hype them up with my mockup of events, but to little effect.
The boys and I were quiet for a few moments before I broke the silence.
"Plus, if we can still get some beers we can still have our own party, you know? Fuck it, we can just drink and hang out or some shit." Upon saying this, a few of them looked up at me and nodded their heads.
At least a few of us were determined with the first half of the plan, and that was enough for now. The rest of the school day was just as uneventful as the first half, and when the final bell rang I was quick to leave and catch the bus home.
"Hey Javier, wait up!" I heard Austin say behind me.
There were the homies, all walking toward me with looks of determination on their faces.
"You wanna go to that shitty place near my house to see if they'll sell us some beers?" Jean asked, his pace quickening.
"Yeah of course, but aren't your parents home right now? How are you gonna hide it if we buy them now?" I asked, ready for him to reveal another part of our master plan I hadn't yet known.
"Well if we're quick I can get home with the beers before my dad comes home from work! You guys help me run all the shit home and stash it in my fridge in the garage and no one will know!"
Jean's idea was genius. The sooner we get the beers the sooner we can circulate the rumor that we got ahold of some alcohol too, which is likely to reach Eric's friends, which is likely to reach Eric, which is likely to reach Laura! She'll think I was way cooler than she initially thought if we're able to pull this off, and the chances that we get into that party increases. But we had to bring home the beer.
Somehow the boys and I were able to grab several 12-packs of whatever and get out. The creepy old guy behind the counter eyed us in a way that made my skin crawl, but Austin dropping an extra 20 on the counter made Swamp Thing look the other way. We must have looked like idiots. A pack of teenagers with cases of beer in our arms, sprinting home. Anyone would've thought we stole the damn things with how we ran.
"Shit shit shit!" Jean ducked behind a neighbors car, and the rest of us did the same.
"That's my dad's car in the driveway! Fuck, he didn't tell me he'd be home early." I could tell from his voice that real, genuine fear was eclipsing him.
I had to think fast.
"Well, why don't we take this stuff to my place? We're not that far, and I don't think my mom will mind." I offered, to the relief of the group.
We then began our way to my house when one of them piped up.
"Hey Javier, if your mom is cool with the beer, why didn't we take this stuff to your house in the first place?" Theo said, to my shock.
"Oh uh, well my house is kind of far."
I knew this was a weak excuse but it was all I could think of on the spot. The real reason was that I was uncomfortable with having guys over at my house because of mom. They'd have to be blind, deaf, and a eunuch before I could trust them around her. Not that she was promiscuous, no, she was practically a nun after dad left. Barely having a boyfriend here and there I think it was mostly because men couldn't contain themselves around her, and she had little patience for animals with a singular desire. To breed. To mate with her. To have my mom on all fours, panting like a bitch in heat. I blinked hard.
"And I didn't want the beers to be warm when we reached my house, but since we don't exactly have a choice..." I remarked as I shook my darker thoughts out of my mind.
"Oh alright. Hey, I don't think we ever met your mom before have we?" Jean said.
"Yeah, I don't bring much company over to be honest. My mom can be kind of annoying." I said, with a half-hearted chuckle that betrayed my growing anxiousness.
My friends were waiting on my front lawn with the boxes of beer when I went inside to check where mom was. She was in her yoga shorts, drinking a smoothie when I walked into the kitchen. Her long, wavy, brown hair was in a ponytail that went down her back. Her skin was glistening and spots of sweat on her chest and arm pits told me she likely just finished an intense workout.
"Uh, hey mom? Is it alright if I kept some beers in the fridge?" I asked meekly, somewhat afraid of her answer.
She looked at me without removing the glass from her mouth and I looked at her as she placed it on the counter in silence. I watched her tongue lick the white smoothie from her pink lips before she kissed them together to make sure her chapstick was still even.
"Are your friends waiting outside with the beer?" My mom asked flatly, her eyes piercing through mine as if she could read my mind.
I couldn't help but grin in one corner of my mouth at the ridiculousness of the situation, and to my relief she smiled as well.
"Uh yeah." I said, as she followed me toward the front door.
"Come on in boys, don't spill any on my carpet." She said with her hands on her hips as my friends carried the cases into the kitchen.
"Thanks for uh letting us keep this stuff here Mrs. Rico." Said one of the guys as they sort of stood next to one another in the living room.
I could instantly tell they were trying their hardest not to ogle my mom despite every one of their male senses demanding it. Each of them introduced themselves to her and were more than willing to take that moment to look her in the eye and drink in her alluring face. When mom greeted one of the boys, I noticed the others were quick to run their hungry eyes along her body, up and down and back up again and back down. They were committing mom's body to memory for later, for when they'd be alone with her still fresh in their mind. Mom's outfit didn't help either with only a sports bra and yoga shorts covering her lightly-tanned body. Her hips were almost as wide as some of the guys' shoulders and her meaty ass and thighs looked just as likely to kill than to pleasure considering how meek and gangly us teenagers looked in comparison to mom. She was gorgeous and she knew it, but she didn't know all of us were staring at the sweat patch that was at the bottom of her shorts.
"So what kind of beers did you boys bring me?" Mom asked sarcastically as she stepped into the kitchen.
I could see from where I was standing all of the guys' heads pointed down at mom's plump, heart-shaped ass barely contained in her form-fitting shorts. The sweat spot that formed right where her cheeks meet practically guided their eyes down and told them where her asshole was with the way the stain was shaped. Her buttocks were practically begging to be licked, bitten, slobbered, and lapped up and it likely would have been had I left them alone with her. I had to watch as mom bent over to make room in the fridge for all the beer we brought, much to their delight.
"I'll make room for your guys' contraband, make yourself at home." She said while smiling, waving us away.