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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.

My mother was cleaning the dishes while gently humming to herself when I stepped into the kitchen. Her prodigious buttocks and thighs filled her white capris skin tight, and she wore a yellow button-down blouse undone at the first few buttons to let her bosom breathe in the cool, evening air. I walked up behind her and wrapped my arms around her waist and ran my palms up and down her stomach and chest while inhaling the scent of her luxurious hair. She didn’t react the way I thought she would, but I was somehow unsurprised that she continued to hum to herself quietly as she continued to rinse a plate. I grew more brazen and held onto the edge of the sink and grinded my hips as far up into her backside as possible, nearly losing myself prematurely to the plump firmness of her full, motherly buttocks in the process. I pumped and pumped and yet she did not react to the open assault by her own son until I had quickly reached my limit. My pants were stained with the hot seed I would have loved to have deposited deep inside her as I ran my hands all over her gorgeous body. I nuzzled my face against her neck and breathed hard into her ear as waves of dopamine washed over my entire nervous system like a cold bath, but still mom never stopped what she was doing.

“You have to protect me, Javier.” She said as if to remind me, yet never removing her focus from the sink.

Her voice was like ecstasy to me now in this state, and even hearing her say such an innocuous phrase was enough to push me to the edge as I writhed against her from behind with renewed vigor.

“You’re a young man now Javier, and I am your mother. Which means I belong to you.” She continued.

I was now openly panting in her ear as I gorged all of my senses on every detail of her body: her scent, her taste, her texture. I only briefly paused my hoarse serenade into mom’s ear to lean back to better leverage my grip on the sink with my crotch being buried in her wide, meaty ass.

“You have to protect the women that belong to you from the beasts and men that prey on them. And I belong to you, Javier.” She said this without any hitch or pause in her voice despite the increasingly forceful molestations.

Her buxom body only swayed gently under the lecherous assault as I made little acknowledgement that I was listening to her. I was only concerned with the jiggling of her flesh and the shape of her lower back as my tongue hung out of my mouth as if to taste the lurid air we were making.

“You’re the only one I love, Javier. You can’t let any other man have me.” She seemed to sigh as she said this, as if she were deep in thought.

For reasons I couldn’t explain I felt compelled in that moment to stop making love to her and to take a step back. I could see the wet patch in my pants had grown and had even gotten my mother’s backside wet, right where I had been attempting to enter her through her pants. My furious, red cock protruded in my pants and the erection was so hard it was almost painful, but I did nothing to address it. I simply stared at my mother from behind as she quietly continued to clean the dishes with her hair disheveled and the mess left behind by her immodest son. In that moment, a large, towering figure appeared in my periphery and stepped toward my mother. He was completely naked and I couldn’t clearly make out what he looked like in any greater detail. Only his huge, naked form stood out to me. I felt an alarming feeling well up in my throat but I couldn’t shout or move from where I stood. I could only watch as the man ripped the back of her white capris open to reveal her tanned, wobbling ass cheeks and the small pink g-string that was swallowed by them. He then reached his huge hands around my mother’s shoulders and ripped her blouse apart by the opening that she had left undone. The sound of tiny, plastic buttons clattering around the sink reached my ears as I watched his hands pinch her large, brown nipples and tug them roughly in different directions. It was like he was milking a cow with his fat fingers buried in the soft, tanned flesh as he hungrily mauled at her breasts from behind. My mother continued to make no sound or any indication that she was even aware of what was happening to her, and she simply stood there like a mannequin. Then he took his fat fingers and fished her tiny pink string out from between her buttocks and pulled it to the side. His cock was already leaking when he had it in his hand and lined it up with mom’s crevice. My ears felt hot and my rigid cock ached in my tight pants when I watched it disappear into her ample buttocks. It was a brief moment before he took up what looked like a painfully forceful rhythm with his thrusts as he grunted and panted like an animal. My mother looked tiny compared to him and her large, plump ass meat was being pressed flat against his hips and the counter edge as the hulking man began to dig further and further into her orifice with his swollen root. My mother’s breasts were deformed in the tight grip of his calloused hands as the creamy sounds of her womanhood being churned were filling the kitchen. She didn’t acknowledge him even when he bucked his hips up against her, lifting her off of her feet, and still she was nearly motionless when his guttural grunts had revealed that he was emptying his balls inside of her, shooting rope after hot rope of cum inside her warm hole.

I felt like I was about to break down into tears but I never cried or made a single sound, and I felt my feet move without my permission. I slowly stepped out of the kitchen as I watched him continue to assault my mother. One of the last things I saw was her legs and feet between two massive calves, and I heard a small, creamy noise coming from a place I could no longer see.

“You have to protect me, Javier.” She said, as the huge man hunched over her broke our line of sight.

 The final moment before I stepped out of the kitchen I turned my head to see the massive figure looking intently down at the part where he was attached to my mother, and the quiet, creamy noise. That tiny, wet squelching.

“Javie-”

I shot up into a sitting position in my bed as my heart beat like a drum in my ears. I turned my head to the side as my ears began to process the sound of a ringtone. I clumsily took my phone into my hands and blinked hard to clear my vision as I struggled to read who it was that was calling me, and I saw it. Ivan. I felt my bowels flip and an overwhelming feeling of dread wrapped tightly around my chest, but the briefest image of mom’s smiling face flashed in my mind like a passing street light in the night. I frowned and answered the phone.

“You awake?” I heard him say.

I said nothing, but he must have been able to hear my breathing. My jaw was clenched and my nostrils were gulping down oxygen as if I were about to fight, and it was all I could do to quell my building rage at the sound of his voice.

“I know you saw us yesterday, and I’ll tell you right now: If you say anything to anybody- if you say anything to her? We’re gonna spread videos of that shit to everybody. Porn sites, her work, your neighborhood, everywhere. So listen carefully.”

My lungs were taking in and expelling air rapidly as my fists were tightening. I was completely at his mercy but my entire body believed otherwise, and I was sweating in my bed just at the thought of protecting mom from this creep.

“We’ll leak that shit to everyone who knows her, and we’ll tell her you helped us do it. We’ll make narcing on us the biggest mistake in your lives. Don’t you ever think of saying shit to anybody, got it?”

My jaw was still ironclad despite a small effort to speak. I could but interrupt my breathing by swallowing hard, and it must have been enough for him to know I was listening.

“You don’t say shit, and life for you will be as normal and boring as you want it. We come over? You don’t say shit. We run a train on your mom? You don’t say shit. You get it?”

I pulled the phone away from my ear and stared at the letters of his name until they looked like simple shapes. My thumb shivered uncontrollably as I reached toward the center of the screen to hang up. The call app automatically faded from view and was replaced with the wallpaper of my beautiful mom’s smiling face. Her black lipstick and smokey eyes smiling at me when she dressed as a witch last Halloween. When she kissed me it left black smears. I remember slowly kissing all of the ones I could reach before going to bed that night and dreaming about her. I breathed deeply and deliberately.

My eyes panned over my room as if to look for something, but I didn’t know what. I was silent, kneeling on the edge of my bed as I struggled to process everything that had happened. I looked up at my clock without moving my head and saw I was awake before my alarm would’ve gone off, and turned it off ahead of time. I got up and left my bedroom automatically and I got ready to leave for school. After I was prepared, I stepped quietly out into the hallway and silently made my way toward mom’s room. The door was barely open and I peeked inside as my eyes adjusted to the darkness.

She was angelic. Anyone could have painted her in this moment and thought she was a sleeping goddess. Her closed eyes cast downward as she was nestled against her pillow, but her bare breasts were free as they rested flatly against her chest from their own plump gravity. I could easily make out the fertile curvature of her hips and thighs underneath the blanket, and her hair hung like shimmering brown velvet around the pillow her head was cradled in. I don’t know where my shame went, but perhaps it was replaced with my overwhelming desire to protect her even now. I quietly tiptoed into her room and pulled her blanket over her breasts and tucked it in around her curves. My heart wanted to leap out of my chest when my eyes rested on her calm face and I couldn’t help but lean down and lightly kiss her on the lips. She stirred softly and inhaled fully and I knew she was awake.

“Baby, you’re up so early.” She said with a breathy sigh.

Her face was pointed at mine but her eyes remained closed.

“Just wanted to say goodbye before I left.” I whispered.

Her alluring eyes opened just enough that a glint of green revealed itself with her pupils rolling down from her eyelids, and her gaze rested on mine. After a moment her eyes panned around the room which struck me with no small amount of panic. Before I could plan what to say she pulled her blanket up toward her neck.

“I can’t get out of bed, Havvie. Are you hungry? Do you want me to make you something before you go?” She asked calmly, still holding the blanket close to her chest.

“No I was just gonna go. It’s okay, mom.” I reassured.

I was about to leave but something told me to stay, and I turned to her and moved to kiss her again.

“I love you mom.” I said, pulling my face back from hers with a faint sound of our lips separating.

“I love you too my Jav-”

I interrupted mom with another, longer kiss on the lips this time. I don’t know what came over me or why I had suddenly become so cavalier with my affection, but it took all of my concentration to not moan in her mouth when I felt her fingers stroke my hair. I was half-ready to try my luck with my tongue but her fingers gently pulled my hair signalling me to let her go. When our lips separated it sounded romantic- like a kiss lovers share, and far from one a son should ever give his own mother. Her fingers were still in my hair when I quickly pecked her on the lips one final time.

“Mm-mm. (No.)” She protested, her lips still pressed to mine.

She tugged hard this time, craning my head away and nearly pulling my hair out.

“No, mi amor.” Mom said as she leaned her head back into her pillow, still holding the blanket.

I felt only faintly awkward when I turned to leave her bedroom, but relief washed over me knowing she apparently had no clue what had happened last night. I turned my head to look at her one last time and saw her piercing gaze already aimed at me while she lay in bed. She didn’t look angry with me, and it was almost as if she were thinking while she watched me leave. She looked incredible. It felt awful to feel the sharp, frigid air on my face after having only moments ago been in my mother’s warm presence, lavish lips pressed against mine.

The cold morning was uncomfortably sobering as I was now faced with confronting the men who raped my mother. Who took turns attacking her, like young, unproven animals teaching one another how to hunt by preying on something defenseless. My mother was their prey. Every single one of those creeps were her predators. They practiced on her. I was close to vomiting on the sidewalk when the realization hit me that among all of my “friends” I was now the only virgin after last night. Each of them lost it to my unconscious mother, and lost it repeatedly. Not only were they now experienced, they learned it all with my mom. They did everything they wanted to her, fulfilling all of their sick fantasies. In her defenseless state they feasted on her like wild beasts, drinking in the sensations and textures of the most secret parts of her body. Tears welled up in my eyes when I pictured my mother lying limply in bed, face down as one after another took turns grunting on top of her until orgasm. I wondered if they would have done what they did with any other woman, or if it had to be mom. If it had to be my mother lying unconscious with her heavenly body on display before something in each of them snapped.

More and more faces I didn’t recognize looked at me in amusement during the school day. It began to dawn on me that many of the students were far more familiar with my mother than I was comfortable with, and cringed when I saw the first of the perpetrators. I knew they were using mom in yet another cruel and selfish fashion.

“You sent them, didn’t you?” I said, looking off in the distance at nothing.

“Maybe, maybe not.” Theo said, snickering.

“She’s my mom. You didn’t have to do this.” I sounded defeated even to myself when I said this.

“Yeah well when we saw what she looked like and what she was doing, we just did what we had to.” His smugness left me in shock.

“Did what you had to? She did nothing to you! She was kind; she was nice to you! And you… Raped her… All of you.” My voice was nearly inaudible when the last few words left me, and humiliation poured over me.

“Yeah, and we’re gonna fuck her some more after school.”

I looked up at Theo, as if to read the words he just spoke.

“And you’re not gonna stop us otherwise the whole town is gonna know what her shithole looks like after five dicks have been in it. We’ll make your little mommy a pornstar if you don’t play your cards right.” A revolting smile crept across his face when he said this.

My chest was burning by the time the last of his words reached my ears, and I felt sick to my stomach. I only walked away from him with my gaze fixated on the ground. The torture of that school day was not something I would have wished anyone but my most hated enemies. Knowing that the ridicule I was subjected to was because of my mother who was apparently passed around like a trophy, and that at the end of today she was going to be torn into again overcame me. I had to pretend to sleep to hide my crying from my peers to preserve what little dignity I might have had, and as a result I missed my only opportunity to talk to Laura that day. The lunch period was no better as I was alone, or I chose to be to avoid the horrible men that brutalized my mother and their disgusting jokes about what they would do to her again.

I went home alone after school as quickly as I could to get as far away from that nightmarish asylum as possible. As I put my keys in the lock I could hear “Suavemente” playing through the front door, and I opened it to find mom in the kitchen doorway swinging her hips from side to side with her hands outstretched toward me, beckoning me to dance with her. I can’t imagine what I looked like when I stepped into the house, but when I dropped my backpack on the floor she lowered the volume and looked at me with a look of worry.

“Baby, are you okay?” She asked, clearly surprised at the state I must have been in.

“I’m okay, just a long day today.” I said, unable to work up the courage to look into her loving eyes.

She took my head in both arms and held me while gently swaying her hips to the music.

“Will dancing with mama help?” She said playfully, but calculated, as if she were ready to comfort me in any other way.

The song ended and everything would have been quiet but the sounds of frantic slapping of flesh and teenaged panting filled the room, only to be broken up by the occasional groan of pain from mom. Ivan’s brother stood in front of her face and slowly and neatly wrapped a fistful of her long, brown hair around his knuckles as Austin released his grip to now assault both of mom’s reddening ass cheeks with repeated smacks from both hands. Austin continued to greedily buck his hips against mom’s plump, red backside when Ivan’s brother pulled mom’s face up to his with one hand down the front of her blouse, deforming a breast in her bra from his rough mauling. He forcefully kissed her open mouth and it looked like he was attempting to force his tongue as far down mom’s throat as possible with the way he was tugging her head in one direction and another. She choked out a grunt with some sobbing before becoming quiet again and his tongue resuming its exploration of mom’s mouth. Her lipstick was now completely smeared before he lowered her head to his crotch with her hair as a handle, and unzipped his pants inches from her upturned face. Austin bucked his hips upward into mom’s ass hard and he held himself there, nearly lifting her off of her feet as his red face shivered and a pained moan escaped him. In one quick motion he pushed himself away from mom’s backside and I could see that his red dick was completely wet as it throbbed in the cool air, still pointed at the spot where he was pressed against her. Large globs of cum fell from between mom’s legs and onto the carpet, and a loud, open-palmed smack against her ass cheek marked the end of his conquest before Jean replaced him behind her wide, red ass.

A gargled, retching sound could be heard coming from mom’s throat as Ivan’s brother lifted her face away from his twitching cock before lowering it again and sliding the entirety of his wet length into her mouth and throat. His thrusts into her face were slow and deliberate as he moaned, satisfied when he bottomed out inside her throat. Jean’s thrusts against mom’s backside caused her reddened ass and thighs to ripple feverishly as her flesh was gripped tightly in his fingers; so tightly his knuckles were nearly white.

“You’re gripping her too tight.” I said meekly, surprised at the sound of my own voice.

“You’re going to hurt her.” I continued.

Jean’s response was to simply quicken his pumps as he grabbed her arms for leverage, bucking against her meaty ass with his hips as he orgasmed inside of her. His cock was just as wet and twitchy as Austin’s was when he pulled himself off of my mother. Two of them had their phones held up to the spot where he was pressed up against her, and I couldn’t see anything except more cum falling from the spot where they were huddled around. Only two guys crouched behind my mom with her reddened ass pointed at them was all I could see before Ivan decided he had enough and that it was his turn to mount my mom.

I had seen enough and couldn’t stomach any of it anymore. I weerily got up and started for my bedroom before I watched them carry my mom toward the couch by her wrists and ankles. Her long, luxurious hair dragging along the carpet before they began to peel her clothes off like barbarians skinning a deer. Two of them roughly grabbed her breasts in their greedy hands and sucked loudly, popping her large brown nipples out of their mouths repeatedly before gorging themselves on my mother’s soft tit flesh.

“Hey should we try milking her?” I heard one of them say before I entered my room.

I watched someone hoist her feet onto their shoulders while all manner of wet, sucking noises and heavy breathing came from the couch where they were defiling her most delicate places. I shut my bedroom door.

I tightly closed my eyes as I lay in bed with my hands clutching my ears. I could still hear the couch creaking under the weight of several teenagers and my mother. The creaking never stopped. Every other carnal noise I could make out had a beginning and an end, but the creaking of the couch never ceased. They were churning their cocks inside of her for hours, relentlessly working her suckling, pink entrances open as they feverishly pumped my mother with their rigid, misshapen cocks. A multitude of shapes and sizes rearranging her insides as they took turns relentlessly pushing themselves deeper inside my mom to achieve orgasm after orgasm. Her warm, wet orifices sucking their swollen cocks like lollipops as they committed the textures of her pussy and butthole to memory, and her body growing accustomed to theirs. They were becoming experts on my mother’s sexual preferences, and many of them were unknown even to her.

These boys were learning how to churn, gyrate, and work their cocks inside her to achieve the most powerful orgasms. They learned how to pleasure her properly by bucking their hips in the right rhythm and angle to make her pussy clamp down and suck them harder as she lay unconscious. Her butthole was built for abuse. They knew the right techniques to make my poor mother grip the base of their cocks tighter at the right moment for that mind-blowing orgasm inside of her butthole, before rotating their hips to work her hole open again for a faster pace or another cock. Those that mauled her breasts made a game of sucking and gnawing on her big, brown nipples while others were inside her, and they could feel how hard or softly they assaulted her breasts by how tightly her pussy or butthole would grip their cocks. They knew her lung capacity before she started to sputter and choke on the swollen phallus invading her throat, and how far to go before she spittled saliva and mucus onto their wet cocks. My mother’s hair began to smell less like her mango-scented conditioner and more like the sweaty, greasy fingers of the teenagers that roughly gripped her wavy locks for leverage, craning her head and neck in several directions for their sexual convenience. How hard to bite, how forceful to suck, or how tightly they could squeeze before they left a mark on my mom’s immaculate body was the most valuable thing they knew, learning it all from her own soft, tanned flesh as if my mother’s own body betrayed her in her sleep.

I wanted it all to end. I wanted them to stop. I wanted the noises to stop. I didn’t care if they all had to orgasm one final time inside my mom, I wanted them to be done with her. To leave us alone and to take what they took from her and go. I didn’t care if they were going to make her a porn star, my heart couldn’t take it anymore and I could hardly picture my mother’s smiling face. My tears blinded me as I lied face up in bed, counting the hours that they were spending with her, learning and experiencing all of the forbidden pleasures of her defenseless body. I turned onto my side and reached for my phone, my tears spilling across my face as I blinked to see. I stared at my mother’s face smiling at me through the screen. I stared for what seemed like an hour as I committed every detail of her immaculate face to memory. Her alluring smile that soothed your very soul, her sultry green eyes that seemed to draw you in and never let go, her cute little nose that wrinkled when she scowled at me in anger. She was perfect.

Perfect in mind, perfect in body. Perfect in soul. It was as if I prayed to the gods for the perfect woman to love me, and in their mercy they made her my mother. I loved her so much it hurt. I held her tiny portrait in my hands as I repeatedly woke my phone again and again to see her smiling face on the backlit screen. The sounds of bestial, carnal lust invaded my ears as I clutched my little slice of mommy in my shaking hands. Her loving, motherly face reassuring me that she’d be okay. That she and I were going to overcome this together, that she was going to be safe, and that she was going to still love me tomorrow. I silently cried myself to sleep as I looked at her blurry photo through teary eyes.

My mother looked indescribably beautiful in her long, silky, black dress. It clung to her delicious silhouette and she might as well have been naked with how good she looked. She lifted the brim of her bulky witch hat to reveal her black, pouty lips and two smiling, green eyes eagerly reading my face for a reaction. The shiny, black lipstick mom wore was so dark her mouth seemed an almost nebulous shape, but they quickly widened to unfurl a warm, loving smile across her face as I struggled to speak. She stepped toward me with her wide, motherly hips swaying causing the thin material of her dress to flow like billowing cloth around her legs as she moved. She held my face delicately with her fingertips at first, stepping closer toward me and taking my head gently in her hands as the smell of her perfume began to envelop me. Her cold hands cradled my warm face up toward hers and I watched her slowly close her eyes as she came toward me. I watched her for as long as I could before I quickly shut my eyes and inhaled sharply, taking in lung-fulls of her pheromones before our lips touched. As her lips were pressed against mine she rocked her head from side to side ever so gently, and I began to kiss her again and again without separating from her. I grew bold and kissed her hard, but still she did not withdraw, meeting my increasingly lustful exchange with matched enthusiasm. We resembled lovers in that moment as I entangled my tongue with hers, reveling in the taste of her mouth as my lungs continued to gulp down her aroma with every breath. One of my hands crept steadily from her back down over her buttocks and I felt the warmth of her bare skin along my fingertips. My mother held my head tightly now as she feverishly kissed me again and again, lapping up my saliva with her tongue and sucking hungrily on mine.

She pulled me away from her mouth before forcing my face into her breasts, and I pulled the opening of her dress further down with my chin as I passionately kissed every inch of skin she guided me toward. I heard her hat fall onto the floor when my mother threw her head back and loosed a lustful, breathy moan; one that came up from the depths of her chest. I was practically slobbering on her breasts as I relentlessly searched for a nipple with my mouth before taking one in and feverishly suckling. I listened to the chorus of salacious moans escape my mother’s throat. She sounded as if she were being fucked thoroughly and properly with how lustful they were as I continued to feast on the milky tit in my mouth. Her screams were like a pornstar’s as her euphonious voice grew higher and higher as I sucked harder, and she held her face to mine pressing my head against her breast with her relentlessly caressing hands running through my hair. I felt her teeth against me before she cried her love into my ear. I could hear every little wet noise of her mouth as she swallowed her saliva, or when she opened her lips to pant like a bitch in heat.

“I love you Javier.” She groaned, as if I were fucking her.

The doorbell rang.

I looked up in confusion and surprise at the noise, and my mother released her grip on me and stepped toward the door. I looked down at her back and saw it. There was a hole in the back of her dress that revealed her bare ass.

“Mom, wait!” I shouted, with my hand outstretched toward her.

I couldn’t move from where I stood and watched as she opened the door to a group of boys that were about my age. I didn’t recognize any of them and couldn’t make out any particular details of their faces. They surrounded my mother before one stray hand hungrily dove into the back of her dress, fingers disappearing up into the plump, wobbling flesh before retracting just as quickly to one of their faces. He smelled his fingers and licked them before shoving his hand back up the opening in my mom’s dress. Her hands rested on another’s chest as the hand that molested her was practically lifting her off of the ground with how forceful he was. I heard a sucking noise and saw that two of them had mom’s teats in their mouths as they suckled and gnawed on her nipples, pulling her breasts in different directions as they assaulted her. My mother lifted her hips forward to escape the hand that was defiling her from behind, but the boy’s arm simply went deeper into her dress to continue violating her, nearly elbow-deep in the fabric.

“This was supposed to be for you, Javier.” Mom said with some alarm in her voice, her head turned toward me.

She was unable to fully face me, but her eyes were locked with mine as they lifted her off of the ground. Her legs were held apart as she kicked and shook her whole body to escape their grip. I could see that the boy’s entire hand had disappeared up inside my mother’s buttocks as he brutishly churned and rotated his arm as they wrestled with her. A dozen hands grabbed at her body and dragged her into her bedroom, but my mother didn’t stop fighting them. She resembled a disobedient slave and they were more than eager to break her in, and only when they were able to drag her past the threshold of her bedroom door did she begin to panic.

“Javier!” My mother craned her head to look at me.

Her white teeth contrasting with her black lipstick as terror eclipsed her face.

“Javier!” Her voice was muffled as one of them threw her and held her face against the mattress.

Her backside was in the air with the hole in her dress revealing everything. A wet hand glistened in front of it as the boy greedily sucked his fingers like a bear eating honey. The bedroom door began to close and I saw several of them throw themselves on top of her like zombies before the door shut.

“Javier!” I could faintly make out through the door.

Her horrific, muffled screams competed in volume with the frantic creaking of her bed.

I looked down at the ground and stared at her witch hat before picking it up. I looked at it vacantly as the rhythmic creaking of my mother’s mattress and her screams for help assaulted my ears. It smelled of her perfume.

I opened my eyes and looked at the phone in my hands. I hadn’t moved since yesterday. I tried to wake my phone only to find that it had died, and I felt an unusual amount of panic before I plugged its charger in and turned it on. No messages and no missed calls. It was 4am.

I paused for a moment to think about the nightmares I had while they were still fresh in my mind, and the reality of my situation hung around my neck like a heavy noose. It was becoming harder and harder to find the will to keep going, but almost paradoxically the romantic feelings for my mother were increasing and I was completely addicted to her now. Every moment that sadness or fear began to crawl its way into my heart I would instinctively look to my phone and my picture of mom. Like a drug addict, I needed to look at it every moment I wasn’t until my desire to see her overwhelmed me and I relented, quickly pawing at the lock button to see a backlit photo of her smiling at me and my heart beat slowed.

The rest of the school day was much easier to bear after seeing Laura, despite the increasing anxiety welling up in my stomach at the thought of my mother coming to the party. A party that I didn’t even want to go to anymore, and had no freedom to back out of for fear of her knowing there was something wrong. I had to protect her from what little I could at this point, and the knowledge that her son was in agony had to remain hidden from her. The knowledge of what those disgusting creeps were doing to her had to remain a secret. At any cost.

I got a message on my phone during class and I looked to see that it was from mom.

“Javier, I need to speak with you when you get home.”

I looked at it trying to unpack the emotions I felt while reading her text. Could she have found out somehow? Did she know about what I did to her? My mind was wholly distracted by the abstract message and the remainder of class was a blur. I felt sick on the way home and a part of me wanted to jump off of the bus and never return. I wanted to run away and never look back, to never know what mom knew or felt, to leave those horrible people that preyed on her behind me, to protect my mom from the knowledge of what I did to her. I hated it. I hated my life. I hated how much of a coward I was. Mom was the only thing that mattered to me, not video games, not girls, not money. She was my happily ever after. I dreamed of living with her and creating a loving, romantic relationship when I got older, but I knew it could never come true. That innocent dream that never had a chance was gone now. It was held down against a bed and wild animals took turns ripping it apart. It was theirs now, their chew toy. Their plaything.

I hesitated for a moment before I inserted my key into the lock and I trudged through the front door as pangs of fear and anticipation took me. Mom was sitting quietly on the couch, and she wore a white, casual chiffon blouse with a pair of skintight jeans. I placed my bag on the ground and stood in front of her silently and looked at her. Her hands sat neatly in her lap clutching something and she was looking longingly out the window. I remained motionless as I waited for her to speak.

“Are you alright mijo? Are you sick?” She asked, her attention still lingering toward the window.

“I’m alright. Nothing’s wrong.” I said, searching her face for any clues as to what exactly she was thinking.

“There’s nothing you’re going through, or anything you’re struggling with? Nothing you feel like you can’t share with me?” She turned to me when she spoke, her piercing gaze stabbing through me like a knife.

Her cold, steely gaze shot an intense fear into me and I could feel my ears turning red as my face flushed with blood. I was silent as I turned my eyes to the ground.

“Javier, look at me.” She said concerningly, yet her voice seemingly devoid of any overt anger.

I sniffed and turned my head up to look at her the way a prisoner looks at his executioner moments before the end. I resolved to mirror her emotions to at least mimic some of my mother’s strength, even if it was to withstand her judgement in this moment lest I crumple into a ball.

“I did your laundry and I found these in your pocket, Javier.”

They were the panties she was wearing yesterday. The white, frilly, lace thong. I looked at them in her lap and back up at her before my eyes scattered around the room as if I could find a good explanation hidden in the carpet.

“Javier, did those boys do this? Please tell me this was just a prank that they pulled.” She pleaded, her voice still belying her disbelief of me.

“I...” My groggy voice struggled to articulate anything beyond that first sound.

Several moments passed painfully slowly as I fought with my turbulent emotions, my mouth still unable to say anything. My mother looked away again which felt like someone had just knocked the wind out of me.

“Baby, do you have feelings for me?” Mom looked directly into my eyes when she asked this.

Her green eyes searched mine, looking into each one as if she could find an answer in them. I blinked hard before looking up at the wall behind her. I didn’t know what to say, even if I could suddenly work up the courage to say a single thing to her. I loved her, and I was hopelessly in love with her. I knew in some way it was only natural for a woman this indescribably beautiful to paralyze me with fear and to cause my very neurons to misfire when tasked with speaking to her, but I felt ashamed that I wasn’t even man enough to tell her the truth. This one truth among all others that I could share with her, that I needed to give to her. My very bones ached to act as my heart and my mind struggled like tires in wet mud.

“Please talk to me, Javier. Please say something. Something.” She was growing increasingly impatient with me and her voice reflected this.

“I love you.”

Just three words and I was instantly fighting a losing battle with tears that came from nowhere. I looked up directly at the ceiling above me and inhaled sharply through my nostrils as I tried to blink them away. I shook my head in disbelief at what I said and I couldn’t bear to look at mom.

“Mi amor come sit with me. No crying baby, come sit down next to me.” She said, patting the space next to her.

I sat down beside her on the couch and she quickly put her panties on the coffee table and wiped my tears away with her thumbs.

“I’m not mad at you mi amor, I just want you to tell me the truth. You can tell me, you can talk to me. I’m your mother, Havvie, you can tell me anything, even this.” Her face was close to mine as she pleaded with me.

She never stopped wiping my tears away, and she didn’t say anything as I sobbed. She waited quietly for several moments before she lovingly dragged her lips along my forehead.

“Mi amor. Mi amor. My love. I’m not mad that you love me, mi amor.” Her soothing voice nearly hushed into a whisper.

Hearing her say such tender words had a terrible effect. I cried even harder despite her best efforts to calm me, but still her arms were wrapped around me with her face pressed into my hair.

“How could I ever be mad that you love me, mi amor? My poor, little boy loves me so much I make him cry? My Javier, my Javier I only wanted you to tell me.” She spoke directly into my ear, her soft voice whispering her words of love into my head like a magic spell.

She kissed my ear and nuzzled her face against mine, gently rocking me as my shame finally began to subside.

“I’m sorry.” I choked out through hitched breaths.

“No mijo, you have nothing to be sorry for. If the little compass in my baby’s heart keeps pointing towards me, then that just makes me the luckiest little mama in the whole world.” She announced to me, before holding my head against her bosom.

She gently stroked my hair as she expertly destroyed any semblance of manhood I still had. She reduced me to nothing, only to build me up again with every act of affection. I was always at her mercy and her love for me now only reminded me how powerless I was, and how well she knew me. I was stripped defenseless before her, and in my most vulnerable moment she caressed me with her tenderness as if she had planned it from the beginning.

“Besides mijo, you’re young. You’ll fall in love with women your entire life. I’m just happy that we can share this together. You did nothing wrong, Havvie. Look at me.” She spoke gently as she raised my face to hers by my chin.

I dared to look into her sultry, green eyes and they looked back at me. My tempest of emotions had begun to subside and I was now able to at least breathe again.

“You didn’t do anything wrong, Havvie. It’s okay. I’m not mad, alright?” She smiled sweetly as she spoke.

I nodded and was able to manage a smile before being pulled in for several soft kisses on the cheek. Mom wiped the last of my drying tears away with her fingers before glancing at the coffee table.

“Are these your favorite, mijo?” Mom said, clearly amused despite how uncomfortable I was.

She held her underwear up to me and I shook my head embarrassed and shrugged.

“Keep them, mijo. I have plenty.” She said, smiling as she balled them up in my hands.

The doorbell rang followed by loud, impatient knocks, and she gave me a quick peck on the forehead before getting up from the couch.

“I bet it’s your friends.” She said as she walked to the front door.

I was growing to resent that word for it had lost all meaning to me as of late. I knew the animals behind that door only came when they were hungry, and only left when they were sated. I stood up from the couch and went to look at who my mother was letting into our house. There they stood. The lowlives. Ivan’s brother, Hernan, could be seen kissing my mother on the cheek to greet her, which had also created a window in which the other boys could whet their appetites eyeing her body freely. They had also taken their turns greeting her with kisses to her cheeks, as if they were eager to make it a new habit. Hernan winked at me and I felt like I was struggling to breathe for a moment. I shoved mom’s balled-up underwear in my pocket as she passed me to enter her bedroom, and then they approached me.

“So here’s the deal.” Hernan started, his hand diving into his front pocket to reach for something.

“Me and the boys are gonna have a little more fun than usual this time, but you’re gonna help us.”

He held up a small plastic baggy in front of my face that contained colorful little tablets of what looked like medication, and shook it. The tablets had car logos on them and apparently they knew I had no idea what they were from the look on my face.

“This little baggy’s full of love pills that’re gonna make your mama go gaga for dick.” He said with a smug grin.

“Yeah it’s molly. She’ll be creaming on our dicks like a pornstar when these things kick in.” Said Ivan, somewhat loudly due to his excitement.

“Shh! Shut up, she’ll hear us.” Said another.

“Well boys, are you excited for tomorrow?” Mom announced, as she came back into the living room.

I knew mom somewhat enjoyed male attention, but it looked like she had touched up her makeup in the brief time she spent in her bedroom. It was unlikely any of them noticed, but the thought that my mother apparently cared about what they thought of her made me feel jealous and embarrassed. She was already stunning and I thought she was above this, but knowing my mother thought the same way us lowly teenagers do created doubt in my heart that she was truly only for me.

“Yeah, especially now that I know you’ll be there.” Theo said, as suavely as possible.

Mom smiled at him and gently hit him on the shoulder before asking us if we were hungry. She looked at me as she said this and I could practically feel their eyes lapping up every inch of her buxom body. I don’t know why, but I looked at Hernan for an answer, as if he were in control of me. Her eyes followed mine.

“Why don’t we watch a movie and make some popcorn Mrs. Rico?” He suggested.

“That sounds like fun, do you want to watch a movie Havvie?”

I shrugged, but it was a weak protest. The others were more than eager to voice their approval of the idea and my mother relented to them.

“You don’t have to watch the movie with us if you don’t want to, mijo.” She said, her face tilted downward to look at me.

I nodded but I had already resigned myself to staying with her, as if I were able to protect her. I knew I couldn’t. Not anymore. Yet I had to see her, as with each passing day it felt as if time were running out, and I felt like something important was about to happen. Perhaps it was merely my paranoia, but I felt my panic growing each day as if something horrible was about to happen to me. More terrible than what had already happened, I was unsure, but this feeling in my chest was worsening and my desires to be with my mother were becoming increasingly irresistible. Like I was about to lose her forever.

I didn’t pay attention to what movie they were deciding to watch as my attention was split between shutting myself out from what was happening around me, and the tasteless foreplay my mother was being subjected to. She was on the couch with Hernan and Austin sitting on either side of her. The others took the other chairs and I was left with the floor, and I sat with my back against the arm of the couch.

“Come sit down mijo, I’m gonna make us some popcorn.” Mom said, upon seeing that I was sitting on the ground.

She left to the kitchen and the others were practically shooting daggers into their eyes at me when I stood up to sit on the spot she offered me.

“Don’t take my spot or I’ll fuck your shit up.” Said Hernan as he got up.

The others enthusiastically watched him enter the kitchen with her and they all looked at each other excitedly. I sat back down on the floor with my head against my knees and waited, defeated. The sounds of beer cans could be heard opening from the kitchen, and mom came out carrying a handful in her arms. She gave one to each of us as Hernan came out moments later with one in each hand. They were both already open.

“Are you sure you don’t want to sit up here, Havvie?” Mom asked, concerned that I was still on the floor.

“No mom, I’m fine. I don’t think I’ll watch the whole movie.” I said despondently.

“Well let me get you a cushion at least, mijo.”

They watched her backside when she left.

“These things aren’t like the sleeping pills we been giving her. It’s gonna take some time or a lot of tablets to kick in hard, but that’s where you come in.” Hernan uttered in a low voice.

He tapped my head with the back of his hand.

“You’re gonna help convince her to keep drinking and our deal still holds. Alright ese?”

I didn’t turn around to look at him, but I could see the others looking at me while they sipped their cans of beer. I nodded weakly.

“Here mijo, take these.” Mom said, as she handed me a couple of her pillows.

I meekly thanked her and watched her plop down in between Austin and Hernan before reaching forward onto the coffee table to grab her can. The two of them on the couch on either side of her looked at each other when she took her first swig. The beginning of the end.

Eventually we reached the part of the movie where a British soldier crosses a broken bridge while being shot at, when Hernan reaches for his can on the coffee table. It was next to mom’s and he shook hers to confirm it was empty before grabbing his.

“You want me to get you another Mrs. Rico?” He asked as he got up from the couch.

“Oh no thank you mijo.” Mom said, her already flushed face smiling at him.

“Aw, c’mon, it’s the weekend. We’re partying tomorrow, what’s the difference?” Hernan said, trying his best to encourage.

The others voiced their approval as well, trying to goad my mom to let loose. Mom was gently shaking her head smiling before her eyes briefly met mine. She looked at me, smiling as she waited for what I would say.

“It’s okay, mom. There’s plenty.” I muttered, breaking eye contact.

“Well, if my Havvie says it’s alright.”

The others laughed and lively pumped their fists at her answer, to her amusement. It would seem that despite her age, mom still enjoyed the approval of guys our age and was just as vulnerable to their pressure as any other. I buried my head in my lap as I held my knees up. I didn’t know what I was waiting for; my job as bait was done, and mom had been captured. I suppose it was lethargy or depression that kept me from moving, or sick curiosity. It didn’t matter now. I felt numbness growing inward from my fingertips, and I let it overtake me.

Hernan returned with more cans and handed one to her. It was already open. Mom took a sip.

Throughout the movie I would occasionally glance up at mom. Her face seemed flush and she seemed to glisten. She fidgeted almost constantly, and was running her hands up and down her thighs as if she were impatiently waiting for something.

“You alright?” Hernan said, his arm behind her on the couch.

“Mm-hmm.” Mom said, idley licking her lips.

I could see that her pupils were massive, and that she subtly rocked her hips against the couch cushion almost imperceptibly. I continued to watch her, almost curious in a way to see what the drug did to her and what the point of no return was. If there had been any left.

“You want me to get you another beer, mami?” He said, rubbing her shoulder with the hand wrapped around her.

Her face was pointed directly at his despite their close proximity and she shook her head “no” as she gently smiled.

“You want the last bit of mine?” Hernan asked as he reached for his beer.

He held it up to her and she leaned forward to drink from it as he tilted it forward. He spilled it on her.

“Oops! Lemme get that for you baby.” He said.

Hernan grabbed a napkin from the coffee table and took the liberty of drying my mom. She voiced no protests and made no move to stop him. She did however watch him closely as he ran the napkin all over the places that were wet, with cursory movements around her chest that apparently involved pulling the neckline of her blouse down to reach every spot. She let him do it, and I watched her look at him.

The others around us looked at the two of them with the sides of their heads, cautious to not be caught looking by her, but obviously more interested in what they were doing than the movie. Jean got up and came back with more cans of beer, offering one to Hernan as he motioned his head toward my mom. Hernan shook his head subtly at him and gave mom the can. We were almost finished with the movie when I noticed mom was rocking her hips into the couch cushion much more deliberately. The others noticed this too and I could see knowing smirks growing on their faces as my mom unknowingly embarrassed herself.

“You having fun, baby?” Hernan asked, turned to her.

Mom’s face was completely flushed and I could see sweat stains forming on her blouse. She nodded to him as she bit her lip, her irises hardly visible now with how big her pupils had become. Worry plagued me and I knew what was about to happen.

“Here, lemme give you a massage.” He said, motioning with his head to tell Austin to move.

Austin got up and sat on the arm of the couch and all of them watched as mom lied flat on her stomach. Hernan eagerly mounted my mom, his crotch on top of her adjoined thighs, inches from the wobbling globes that strained against her skintight jeans. He worked his hands up the bottom edge of her blouse and began to massage her lower back. Hernan nodded with his head toward the others and one of them quickly put on another movie without mom noticing, her eyes were closed as she continued to idly lick her lips. After a few moments passed, Hernan lowered himself on top of mom and rubbed his body against hers as she gripped the cushion near her face. He thrusted directly upward into her buttocks and she gasped loudly, her eyes only lazily opening halfway.

“Javier.” Mom whispered, her voice hoarse and breathy.

Before I could answer her, Hernan spoke.

“He’s in his room.” He whispered, directly into her ear.

“Don’t let him see me like this.” She replied, unable to contain the desire in her voice.

“It’s okay baby, no one’s watching.”

The five of us made our way into my room where we all dropped our bags and sat around to relax. We fired up a console and played some games before the sound of mom's shower could be heard. Living in this house I grew too accustomed to the sound and was practically deaf to it in a way, but some of the other guys looked at each other. I didn't think anything of it when Ivan got up to use the bathroom. I was still intent on winning this match as my favorite character. It only struck me as odd when Austin got up and left the room as well with Ivan not having returned yet. I stood up and poked my head into each room in the house as I passed it only to stop at mom's room. I peered in just in time to see Ivan pocket something and Austin stepping away from mom's bathroom. The sounds of her showering escaped from the door that was still slightly ajar. I stepped back and let my mind process what I had just seen. I was livid.

"Where did everybody go?" Said Jean when I returned.

"Perving on my mom I think." I was staring at the carpet as I said this.

My mind was awash with feelings of anger and betrayal, but not nearly as much as I thought. I knew that this would happen and in a way I wasn't shocked at all that it did. I was more pissed off that I saw Ivan steal something, and I was preparing myself to confront him when the two of them came back into the room.

"What were you guys doing in my mom's room?" I asked, trying to look as intimidating as possible.

"I dropped my wallet somewhere and wanted to ask your mom if she saw it, and I found it in her room." Ivan said, holding up his wallet in an attempt to validate his claim.

"Yeah and I was just helping him look for it." Said Austin.

I didn't believe either of them, and I knew I saw Ivan pick something up off of the floor, or at least I think I did. I wanted to believe them given that they were my friends, and my disgust of them was slightly satiated at the thought that I may have just seen things at an inopportune time. I decided to let it go.

Some time passed and I was watching two of them play video games with Austin and Ivan sitting on the other side of the room, looking at their phones. Austin was sitting on the ground with his back to a mirror and I swear I could just barely make out the picture of a naked woman on his screen that Ivan was so intent at looking at. I thought I was just pandering to my paranoia some more and ignored it until I saw Jean and Theo pull their phones out and look at their screens. They both looked at the other two and snickered. I pretended not to see any of this unfold for the sake of having friends. I wasn't at all popular at school and these guys were the only friends I have, and if I were to excommunicate them from my life I'd be a complete loner. I didn't want to weigh the benefits of having a friend group that molests my mom with their eyes versus being a social pariah with an untouched milf and rumors surrounding him. I put it out of my mind and zoned out while dwelling on all that happened recently.

The guys eventually left without any more suspicious activity to my relief, and my mom was finally safe.

"They seemed nice." Mom said as I closed the door behind them.

"Yeah."

It was all I could stomach to say after what I thought I saw them do.

"You want a beer with your lasagna, my little beer-drinking man?" She said patronizingly.

"I'm just saving those for a party mom, I'm not an alcoholic." I was slightly embarrassed at having to tell her this to get her off my back.

"You're not sharing these with your whole school, are you?" She said this with slight worry at my apparent over-eagerness to appease others.

"It's not a big deal mom, everyone's doing it you know. It's not like I'm the one getting everyone drunk, people are bringing their own." I tried to frame this as nonchalant as possible, but it only seemed to serve as more cause for my mother to worry.

"Well alright Havvie. I know you're not a little boy anymore, and I was just like you at my age..." Mom's voice trailed off before the gears in my head got stuck on those last words.

Did mom really party and get drunk at my age? She must have if she looked anything like she does now. I didn't want to think about all the things guys must have done to her, or the things she did to them. My heart wanted nothing to do with those images, even though the rest of my body did.

"I just want you to be safe is all. You're my only baby, Havvie. I only have you, you know." Mom's green eyes looked so big when she said this.

Powerful waves of motherly guilt and worry battered the walls of my heart and I felt completely defeated. I leaned into her and we held each other. Even though I was as tall as she was, I still pressed the side of my face to her chest like when I was a kid. The feeling of her breath against my face was nirvana, and I swear I could've fallen asleep standing there.

"I know mom, I don't want you to worry. I'll be fine. I'm more worried about you." I said without opening my eyes.

"About me? I have you to protect me. My big, strong, boy Havvie is the only thing I need." She kissed my forehead after she said this and pulled her head back to look at me.

"You're a young man and women will be chasing you everywhere you go, but you'll always be a baby to me, Havvie." Mom's eyes moved back and forth as if she were looking into each of my eyes, peering into my very soul.

I was as if I had to close my eyes for fear of her looking into my depraved, teenaged mind. Her finding out what I really think of her and how I see her is the biggest fear I have. I would do anything to protect her from that dark, revolting side of me and I shut my eyes tightly.

"I love you mom." I said, not knowing what else to say in response to such tender words.

"I love you too, my little Javier." She punctuated her words with a kiss on the cheek, reaching nearly the corner of my mouth.

Before I could pull away however, she wrapped her arms tightly around my head and forcefully pressed her lips against mine in a comical fashion.

"Hmm! You're so cute Havvie! Just don't get any girls pregnant okay? I'm too young to be a grandma."

Mom looked more beautiful in this moment than I could put into words. Her eyes left mine and looked up at my hair as she fixed it, running her dainty fingers through my hair as she had done a thousand times before. I stared hard at her lips as she did this and was nearly lost in their plush luxuriousness. Mom had blowjob lips unlike any other I've seen, but far removed from the Botox, bimbo mouth you'd see on porn stars. What I would give to see those lips wrapped around my cock. I shook my head the instant that thought crossed my mind, and mom thought it was her cue to stop fussing with my hair.

"Uh I won't mom." I said, embarrassed at even the thought.

I went up to my room after dinner and browsed porn site after porn site. I was addicted to milfs. I was more addicted to milfs that looked real, and the amateur stuff was my favorite. The more candid the better, as seeing moms in their natural environment getting mounted by their husbands or coworkers was the best. I imagined whose mom this was, and how important she must be to them. How much her son, if she has one, loves her, and what he'd think if he could see her bent over the arm of their couch getting a train run on her asshole by a bunch of younger guys. Videos of "step moms" being bred by scores of younger men that were likely the same age as their sons were like a drug. Right before cumming, my mind would always dip into the blackest pools of perversion contained deep within my psyche. Before that first wave of dopamine hit, images of mom getting bred and pumped and gaped flooded my mind. Then that post-nut clarity came through and left me feeling like a dirtbag. My own mom, my own beautiful, innocent, loving mother being used like a sex slave was not a thought I was uncomfortable with anymore, and that disturbed me.

The weekend was nearing and anticipation for Eric's party was building. It was Wednesday today and his birthday is this Saturday, but this week felt like it was moving at the speed of molasses. Strange things were happening however as I swear I saw more than a handful of the other students looking at me and smirking. I think word that my friends and I got some beers was spreading, and they were simply impressed. Some of them looked up from their phones and grinned at me and I chalked it up to word of mouth spreading through groupchats. I was excited now for what Laura thought, if she even knew yet.

I felt twice the man I was the whole day, and when my friends asked if they could come over to hang out my inflated ego obliged. These guys helped me on my road to glory, and I wasn't about to abandon them now that word had apparently spread about my exploits. Only when we were halfway to my house on the bus did the thought of them under the same roof as my mom hit me. No matter how triumphant I felt, the thought of her being preyed upon instantly sobered me. I knew it was too late to back out now, and my mind raced through all the possibilities to protect my mom.

"Hey Havvie!" Mom said, while doing squats in the living room with little pink weights in her hands.

"Hey mom. I brought some friends over if that's alright." I said, knowing she was perfectly fine with her son finally bringing friends over for once.

I grimaced at the sight of mom's juicy ass stretching the fabric of her yoga shorts to their limit. I grimaced harder as my friends piled into the living room behind me and dropped their bags near the doorway. My instincts were telling me to separate them from the sight of her exercising as quickly as possible, and I walked toward my room before turning to see a few of them with their phones out, pointed directly at my mom.

"Uh hey, you guys coming?" I asked dejectedly, but still hoping it was enough to snap them out of their lustful haze.

Thankfully all but one of them snapped their attention to me, as if they forgot where they were and followed me to my room. All but Ivan. He took the longest to leave the living room, and even longer to stop ogling my mom's sweaty ass as she did her squats. His gaze scarcely left her wobbling backside as he walked toward the hallway, and I didn't know how I felt, but I pushed those thoughts out of focus. I was determined to distract them from mom as much as possible.

After about an hour of playing video games, Theo offered to grab me a beer. I argued that we needed to save those for the party, but the rest of them reassured me that there were more than enough, and I relented. It took longer than it should for him to return, and I left the room to find my mom now doing yoga to stretch. I ignored the idea that Theo got eye-fulls of her ass and tits while she was working out, and continued into the kitchen. I saw that a can of beer was open on the counter and Theo was looking intently down the open end of a water bottle he was holding.

"Hey man, what're you doing?" I asked, unsure of what to make of the situation.

"Oh your mom wanted me to get her some water." He said, and handed me the already opened can as he walked past me.

"Thank you honey. You can just leave it right there." Mom said to him, while performing a tree pose in her yoga.

Theo and I walked back toward my room and Theo's eyes never left my mom as she was performing downward dog the moment we broke line of sight. I could tell a couple of them were watching me intently as I sipped my beer, and it made me feel some unease.

"You guys didn't want any?" I asked, half-surprised by their self-control so far.

"Oh nah, if we all had beers then it might be a problem."

"Yeah, gotta save some for the party."

I downed the rest of my beer and we continued to play games. After a short while Austin got up to use the bathroom and I noticed his phone was still unlocked on the floor. Without anyone noticing, I quickly picked it up and scrolled through the messages that he had left open. My stomach dropped. It was as follows:

>You saw everything?
Yeah, she was covered in sweat and everything lol
She was doing squats right in front of us on purpose, like she wanted it lmao
>Lemme know how that shit works 2 btw, post some vids lol
No doubt, if it works you'll be getting that 12 megapixel video of her fat wet ass gettin worked real soon

I scrolled up as quickly as I could to get more context.

>Shit!! That fucking ass bro!!!
I know, she was covered in soap and everything it was unreal
>You shouldve taken a video dude upload that shit to pornhub lol
Yeah fr I had no time tho Javier was comin down and he saw Ivan pocket her panties
>You serious?? What he do with them
Jon offered to buy em for 50 bucks but he wanted to keep em
Can't blame him, they are fuckin supreme I smelled them and it was like heaven
They're sexy as fuck too, little black gstring
Them shits was wet when we stole em

My mind was racing at a million miles a second in every direction. My blood grew cold and I almost forgot to put Austin's phone back when I noticed I never heard the door to the bathroom close or the toilet flush.

"I'll be right back, I'm gonna get another beer." I said as I got up to leave.

"Woah, wait up bro. Just chill for a sec." Ivan surprised me when he said this and Jean quickly stood up and pressed a controller into my hands.

"Yeah man, it's your turn."

I was unconvinced and handed him back the controller and pushed past them and headed toward the kitchen. My feet were unsteady and my vision was moving like a kaleidoscope, but I shook it off and walked carefully down the hallway. I silently peered around the corner and what I saw nearly knocked me to the ground.

Mom was kneeling on the ground with her face against the carpet and her knees up to her chest. Austin was behind her with a phone in his hand, and I could clearly see what was on the screen. He was filming her buttocks as closely as possible. I wondered for a moment whose phone it was in his hand and who else was in on this, when I saw it. Austin gently ran his hands over her ass cheeks and prodded and poked the firm flesh with his finger tips. Mom didn't move. I then watched him take his middle finger and I looked intently at the spot where it disappeared up inside her cheeks. He took his finger out slowly and held it up to his nose. My heart twisted itself in a knot when I saw him suck his finger and proceed to pull his pants down with his free hand. His already-erect cock was pointed directly at the spot where my mom's butthole would be, twitching in anticipation. He struggled to pull her yoga shorts down over her ass cheeks with one hand, but he eventually managed it. I watched as he panned the phone very closely in and pointed it directly at mom's butthole. Her brown, triangular flower filled the entire screen and the telltale sound effect of a photo being taken were played again and again. He continued to film mom's asshole winking in the cool air before he lined himself up with her orifice and pushed. The phone was still pointed at the spot where he was entering her, and his thrusts were furtive and shallow. Mom began to stir and groan before Austin quickly pulled his dick out of her and haphazardly pulled her shorts up over her buttocks. That was when he saw me.

"What the fuck did you just do?" I said, my head spinning and my vision blurring.

Austin looked at me wide-eyed and simply stammered.

I could only hoarsely growl through my teeth as I fell to the carpet on my hands and knees.

"Fuck you!" I hissed, as everything grew dark.

The last thing I remember seeing was Ivan dragging my mom by her hair into her bedroom like he was a caveman. Her beautiful, brown hair tangled in his fingers as his fists gripped the luxurious, perfumed locks of hair in his hands. My mother's head and neck being yanked violently as he pulled her across the carpet like a bag of meat. I heard them tell each other to put me in bed. Everything grew black.

I awoke what I believed was several hours later. My room was pitch black and I craned my head toward a clock. It was 1am. My entire body felt like it was being held down with weights and lethargy fogged my mind as I struggled to recall what had happened before I collapsed. I had a dreamless sleep but I faintly remember the sounds of a bed creaking violently and wet sounds of flesh being slapped in a frantic pace. Sounds I could hear even now.

I willed my legs to swing off of the bed as I crawled along the carpet toward my mom's room. I could barely manage to move along the wall and the sounds of carnal debaucheries could be heard more clearly. They were accented with the hoarse panting of a man. When I finally made it to my mother's bedroom door, I struggled to lift my body into at least a kneeling position to better see. I had almost wished I never gathered the strength to leave my room after seeing it.

Theo had my mother's ass cheeks gripped tightly in his fingers as he greedily thrusted into her like an animal. He was red-faced and covered in sweat as my mother's arms and legs shook limply under his depraved assault. I couldn't see my mother's face as the door wasn't open wide enough and I didn't want to reveal myself, but I knew she was face down on the mattress as I could see someone's legs on either sides of her shoulders and her hair bobbing up and down accompanied by wet squelching sounds. A hand idly pawed her breasts while a phone panned back and forth between the source of the wet squelching and the part of my mom that Theo was violating. Eventually he gasped with a wide-eyed look on his face as he groaned like a wounded beast. I could see the base of his cock was red and pulsating before it receded from my mother's backside. It was completely wet with a strand of fluid connecting the tip of his cock to whatever orifice he was defiling, and red from overuse. He was panting as if he ran a mile before slapping one of mom's ass cheeks and stepping aside. Ivan replaced him. He briefly lined himself up with my mom's buttocks and thrust the entirety of his length up into her in one motion. He wasted no time in violating her and was just as forceful and brutal with his breeding.

My poor mother, I thought. I was more sad and scared than angry at this point and I had no idea how I could protect her from them while I was in this state. I began to sob and fell with my hands on the carpet. I was still dizzy and it was but a moment before I blacked out again. Thoughts of my innocent, loving mother being pumped full of cock like an animal flooded my mind as I felt hands carry me back into my room. Away from the woman I love the most. Away from my mom.

NICE! Please continue, i like reading this!
Boss up Fam!🔥🔥

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Im glad you are back man. loved your first story and this is goin to be awesome too.
so many things about your stories that i like. the bodytypes of the the moms. the drugs involved the rudeness of the bullies...
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keep em comin ! =)

“You don’t have to drink it if you don’t like it!”

“No, no, it’s fine! It’s just been a while since I’ve drank alcohol.” I said, trying to act as nonchalant as possible.

She looked beautiful. This was the first time I think I’ve seen Laura wear makeup, or at least this much. She was wearing a cute, but revealing dress that showed off her curves, and I could feel my face turning red whenever I looked at her. I didn’t want to spend too much time around her otherwise she’d think I had no friends, but that was the truth. Slightly inebriated, it was easier to digest that thought, and I made some small talk with some strangers to fit in while I continued to think of more ways and excuses to talk to her. After some hollow pleasantries with a person I had never met, I looked up in the direction mom was and I could see Hernan elbowing his way through a dense crowd of guys. Mom was laughing and talking to several of them and Hernan was visibly eager to give her the already-opened bottle of beer that was in one of his hands. To both my surprise and my relief, mom already had one and put her hand up in denial. I was practically grinning at the sight of this, and I felt happier than I had ever been this entire week. Seeing Hernan dejectedly lower the bottle as he awkwardly stood near her was unbelievably satisfying, and more so when he was visibly out of his element among the crowd of more handsome, better men that surrounded my already intimidating mom. I knew in a strange way that she was safest among all of them, and that the most valuable defense my mom had was Hernan’s low self-esteem. This party was the perfect environment to keep mom safe, and I was glad.

With renewed energy, I made my way around the house to see what everyone was up to, to give me some ideas. A few of the more down-to-earth guests were playing some guessing game around the firepit outside, and they all looked cozy. This was the perfect setting to be with Laura, and I went back into the house to look for her. I could see now that mom was far and away the center of attention for a majority of the male guests, and judging from her body language and expressions, she was enjoying it. I found Laura huddled around her friends with their phones in their hands as they laughed about who knows what, and sipping their drinks. I felt some fear building a lump in my throat when I approached them, but I felt like a man tonight, more than any other night, and asked the whole group of them if they wanted to go check out the fire pit outside.

“Sure, that sounds like fun, lemme just get another beer.” Laura said as she got up from the couch.

“Oh, I can get you another one. Which one do you want, another one of these?” I asked as I picked up the bottle from her hand.

I could see the other girls that were with her were looking at me amusingly as they tried to hide their smirks. I didn’t care what they thought, and I left toward the kitchen. Theo and Jean were alone in the kitchen as they made a poor job of looking cool and casual with their still-full cans of beer in their hands. I was going to ignore them while I cut a lime for Laura’s drink when one of them spoke.

“We’re gonna spread those videos if you don’t help Hernan.” Theo said, as if to warn me.

I pretended not to hear him and continued to prepare our drinks before leaving the kitchen. I shot them a glance as I turned around the corner and I could see they were both looking at me. In some way they resembled more like scared, wet dogs, freezing in the cold and out of their element. I grinned when I broke line of sight. I passed mom and for a moment I locked eyes with her, causing a few of the guys around her to look in the same direction at me. I was slightly embarrassed, but with multiple bottles in my hands, I felt that I looked busy and therefore not unpopular. Mom wiggled her fingers at me to say hello while the boys sitting beside her looked down the front of her dress. I pretended not to see it and flashed a smile at her as I went out to the backyard. There were a large number of people now sitting around the fire pit, and it was hard to tell who was who in the flickering, orange light.

“Right here, Javier.” Laura said, reaching toward me with both hands from where she was lying.

She was lying next to one of her friends on a lounge chair, but made room for me to sit beside her. As soon as I sat down and looked into the fire, I felt at ease. I felt like I belonged. Some part of me felt that I had more in common with these complete strangers than the creeps who’ve preyed on my mom, and I was content in knowing my mom was safely in the company of a dozen guys who at least had the shame and dignity to respect my mom and her beauty. They’d never let any creep like Hernan close, but the threats of blackmail still weighed heavily on my mind. A few sips of beer later however, and those threats were gone from my thoughts. I was having fun playing some guess-who game with our phones with everyone around the fire before Austin appeared at the edge of the fire’s light. I could barely see him with the flickering fire’s light barely reaching him, but I could tell from his body language that he wanted to talk to me. Not sure if he knew that I saw him, I leaned against Laura and pretended to be involved with the people around me, and I could tell it did the trick. Austin was far too awkward to approach me like this, let alone when I’m practically surrounded by strangers and cute girls, all having fun. I couldn’t contain my grin when I watched him try his best not to attract attention as he slinked back into Eric’s house.

A few minutes later and one of Laura’s friends looked at her phone and held it close to her face as she looked intently at something on her screen. I was sipping my beer as I watched her from the corner of my eye, and Laura wanted to see what had captured her friend’s attention so suddenly. She pulled her phone away from Laura’s face to hide what was on the screen and they play-fought as Laura grew more desperate to see what her friend was looking at. A pit in my stomach grew as I stared into the fire. I felt like the possibility of Hernan and the others finally acting on their threat finally came true, and I must have looked like a statue.

“Javier, help me! Get her phone!” Laura said as she laughed, holding her friend's wrists in her hands.

I don’t know what I looked like, but upon seeing me Laura let go of her friend and sat up to talk to me.

“You alright, Javier? You look sick.” She said, rubbing my back.

“I’m alright, just thinking about stuff.” I said, glancing at Laura’s friend with her phone in her hand.

She locked eyes with me for a second before she looked back at her screen and busily began typing something with her thumbs. Laura continued to rub my back before I turned my head toward her.

“I’m gonna go back inside for another beer, do you want one?” I asked.

“I’ll go in with you, I wanna see what else we have.” She said, following me back into Eric’s house.

As soon as we stepped through the threshold of the sliding glass door, I could see mom’s face was flushed as she was laughing at something someone had said. Several of the guys near her all looked up at me and smirked as they elbowed each other. I ignored them and made my way toward the kitchen.

“I’ll be right back, I’m gonna go and see what Eric’s up to.” Laura said as she went up the stairs.

I watched her climb the steps, her long, pale legs moving lithely as her dress fluttered. She was gorgeous; almost as gorgeous as mom. Almost. As I entered the kitchen I quickly scanned my eyes around to find it empty save for a few party guests talking near an opened window. From where I was standing, I could just about see the group of boys that surrounded my mom and Hernan was now seated among them. He had his phone out as four other guys craned their necks to look at what he was showing them. They hummed and cackled when Hernan swiped his thumb across the screen to his delight. I could hear mom’s voice asking them what they were looking at, and the whole group of them playfully held her away from Hernan as he put his phone in his pocket. The others in that room started laughing and hollering about something as my mom’s laughter could still be heard. Someone turned the music back up and Laura appeared in the kitchen doorway. She had a blank look on her red face, and she looked like she was on the brink of crying.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” I asked, moving to her quickly.

“It’s nothing. Just Eric.” She said curtly.

A few tears rolled down her cheeks and I grabbed a napkin to wipe them away. Her skin was unbelievably soft, and her cheeks felt warm. Her teary eyes looked up at me for a moment that gave me panic, and I retracted my hand from her face before she wrapped her arms around my waist and squeezed me. My arms were still awkwardly in the air above her before I regained my composure and lowered them down around her, and held her. I didn’t say anything for a few moments, but looked over at the strangers in the kitchen with us. The girl among them came over, rocking her hip to the side to avoid the counter as she cooed.

“Aw, Laura, what’s the matter honey?” She said.

“Fucking Eric being a dickhead. I’m so tired of his shit.” Said Laura, her face pressed up against my chest.

“Can I get you something to forget him, sweetheart?” She asked while panning her face around at all the alcohol around us.

“Do we have any vodka?” Laura asked, her voice muffled by my clothes.

The unacquainted girl expertly fixed us a couple glasses of vodka and I graciously took them from her before Laura took one of them out of my hand. I led her to an empty corner of the living room and we sat down on one end of the couch. I sipped the glass of vodka and it burned my nostrils; it took all I had to not cringe at the revolting chemical burning its way down my esophagus. Thankfully Laura didn’t see as she sipped her vodka without so much as a wince as she stared at the carpet.

“Do you want to talk about it?” I asked in a loud whisper over the music.

She shook her head and fished her phone out from under her and began typing something before the loud music attracted my attention.

“I’ll be right back, okay?” I said to her before getting up.

I turned the corner to see mom getting dry humped by some guy who was holding his phone out as he recorded himself making funny faces at the camera. Mom was laughing and reaching for someone else’s phone in their hands while the guy was holding her against him, and she put her hand between her buttocks and his bucking crotch while her attention was still on the guy teasing her in front. I watched them as the guy grabbed her by the wrist and continued to bounce his hips against her cheeks to the rhythm of the music while others were openly pointing their phones up her dress. After a moment someone else got in front of her and started to grind against her, causing her dress to ride up, and mom put her free hand on their chest while turning her face away from theirs.

“You wanna see what’s on his phone? Show me what you got under there.” I heard him say.

Mom giggled and said, “Ay, no! I know it’s about me, show me!”

She reached past him at the phone in someone else’s hand, causing her breasts to press up against his chest to his amusement. I watched him slowly and carefully lift her dress with his fingers while she wrestled for the phone with one hand, the other still feebly protecting her backside from the increasingly forceful dry humping.

“Let’s play a game, Mrs. Rico!” Someone said.

At that moment, I remembered Laura and turned away to look at her in the other room. She was all alone in the corner, staring at her phone with a glass in her hand. My heart sunk and I glanced back at mom whose dress was now almost up past her cheeks before I made my decision to go to Laura. I sat down next to her, and as soon as I sat back with my glass of vodka, she rested her head on my shoulder. I could see from where I was sitting that she was scrolling through walls of text on her phone that she sent someone.

“You see this? I think I sent too much shit. He’s not gonna read it.” Laura said, tossing her phone carelessly against the carpet.

“Hey, you don’t wanna break your phone.” I said.

“I don’t care. It doesn’t matter.” She said, nuzzling her face against my arm.

She and I sat there and talked about everything; from relationships to life goals, and I felt like my attraction to her was growing into something else. More than just lusting after her, I found out she and I had more in common than I could ever believe, and this went on for what seemed like only a few minutes, but had apparently been almost an hour. When our glasses were empty I moved to get up to get something for us to eat when she held my arm with both of hers, preventing me from leaving. I sat quietly with her against me, and I placed my head against hers as I waited for her to speak. My wandering eyes could also see straight down her dress. I was already a patient man, but I was now more content than ever to sit here and enjoy the view for however long I had. Her pale, plump breasts hanging freely in her dress, and I could just about see down to her belly button with how generous the gods were to me in this moment. I could hear the sounds of people kissing around us, and I was beginning to worry that Laura might feel my growing erection. I gently moved my arm and whispered to her.

“You want something to eat?”

“Yeah.” She said meekly, with half of her face pressed up against my arm.

After a moment, she let go and we both inhaled as we stretched after sitting still for so long. I watched her as she stretched her arms above her head and suddenly she leaned her face toward mine. Her soft breath against my upper lip was the last thing I felt before she kissed me. Her impossibly soft lips pressed firmly against mine, before briefly retreating and advancing once more for another kiss, and another. We made out for only a few minutes, but it felt like seconds. I looked at her lips as her eyes looked at mine.

“Don’t tell anyone. Okay?” She whispered, her face inches from mine.

“Okay.” I replied, still dazed and reeling from her kisses.

I just about toppled over as I meandered toward the kitchen; my knees practically buckling under me with every step. When I finally made it into the kitchen, I leaned against the counter while my body came back to earth, looking around to see a large number of people missing, and presumably having gone home. I gathered myself with the freezing cold countertop sobering me somewhat as I looked over to see the crowd of guys that gathered around my mom suddenly quiet. I turned to look at Laura who was bent over her knees, reaching for her phone on the ground, causing her dress to ride up past her ass. I could clearly see the pale curvature of her lithe body before she leaned back, her phone in hand. My cock throbbed hard and my brain instinctively went to mom. With Laura preoccupied with her phone, I stepped out of the kitchen toward the other room and craned my head around the corner of a wall. Mom was lying on her side and several guys were sitting on the carpet with a bottle between all of them. She was making out with a boy next to her while his hand was under her dress, gently pawing at her upper thigh and lower butt cheek. Mom held her dress down with one hand, but was doing a poor job of covering herself as even from where I was standing, I could see the small, black triangle of her panties. The kiss she was giving the guy sounded wet and lurid, as the rest of them sat silently, some of them with phones in their hands as they recorded mom. As soon as the kiss broke, one of them spoke.

“Hey Adiana, you wanna play a really fun game?” Said one of them.

Mom’s flushed, exhausted face separated from the guy she was kissing and looked at the boy who spoke. Her mascara was smeared and some of it ran down her cheeks, her lipstick was still perfect however, and several of the boys had it on their mouths.

“I think I should really get ready to go home.” Mom said, slurring her words.

“Here drink this, it’ll make you feel better.” Hernan said, handing her a bottle of beer.

“Oh no honey, I’ve had way too much already.” She said.

One of the guys took the bottle out of Hernan’s hands and pressed it to her lips like a baby before she relented and drank from it. Most of it spilled down her chest and neck, disappearing down into her dress as she choked and spittled on the rest of it. The guy wiped her face off with his shirt before leaning down and kissing her on the lips.

“Let’s play seven minutes in heaven.” Someone said.

I was suddenly startled by arms wrapping around my waist from behind, and I looked behind me to see Laura pressed up against me. I placed my hand on hers and moved away from the doorway and back into the kitchen, but I glanced up toward mom to see them picking her up by her elbows, causing her breasts to almost escape her dress as they hoisted her onto her unstable heels. I watched as about twelve of them guided her down the hall and out of line of sight, and my heart pumped cold blood into my hands as my breathing shortened.

“Um, Laura. I think I should go.” I said to her with some urgency.

“No. Don’t go. Stay.” She said, looking up at me.

“I can’t, baby. I need to go.” I whispered to her.

She stood up on her toes and kissed me, her arms wrapped around my head as she hungrily rocked her mouth against mine. My heart and my mind were torn in two different directions, but the instant I cupped her soft buttocks in my hands, my mind was made up. I kissed her with more fervor than before and she broke it with the wet sound of our lips parting before she took my hand in hers and led me toward the front door.


“Wait here a second.” Laura said, with her hand against my abdomen.

I stood there, starstruck, leaning against the wall for my angel to return. I nodded drunkenly to some couples that were leaving, feeling extra jolly at the realization that I finally have a girl of my own. Laura appeared moments later, walking toward me with her heels in one hand, and someone’s car keys in the other.

“Let’s go.” She said nearly silently, as we followed others out the front door and toward some parked cars nearby.

I didn’t know where we were going or why, but I was going to follow Laura anywhere. She stopped at the door of one of the Sedans before I was hunched over her, with my hand against the roof to steady me. She bent over as she adjusted the front seat so it leaned all the way back, and I stuck my hand up her dress. She wiggled her ass at me, and grabbed me by the wrist before pulling me into the car with more force than I was expecting and I fell onto her. She writhed under me, adjusting herself before wrapping her legs around me and plunging her hands into my pants. She kissed me, sucking on my tongue and breathing more heavily than ever before and she bucked her hips up against mine.

“Fuck me Javier.” She whispered hoarsely.

I sucked on her neck as she moaned and breathed softly, and after a moment I pulled myself off of her to pull my pants down. My rigid cock stood at attention inches from her pussy with only her lacy, black panties separating us. I pressed it against her and bucked my hips, but she didn’t respond. I leaned forward and sucked on her ear, but still she made no noise.

“Laura?” I whispered loudly.

“Hmm?” She hummed, waking for a moment to run her hand along the bottom of my cock.

She smiled at me before closing her eyes again and breathing softly.

“Laura baby, are you awake?” I whispered, directly into her ear.

No response. I looked out the window to see no cars around us anymore, and I looked back down at her. She was sleeping softly, and I watched her pale chest move up and down as she breathed, one of her pink nipples free from her dress. I kissed her on the lips and dug my hand around the seat, looking for the keys. When they jingled in my hand, I sighed. I carried Laura out of the car and into Eric’s house, the warm air enveloping us like a cozy blanket. As soon as I laid her down gently on the couch, Eric appeared from the stairs and walked up to me with sleepy eyes. He looked like he had either just woken up, or just hotboxed with his friends in his room for several hours.

“Hey, you good man?” Eric asked, his glazed eyes squinting in the bright living room lights.

“Yeah, I just uh, stopped her from driving home.” I said, turning to her sleeping form.

“Oh shit, thanks man. You’re a good guy for doing that, bro.” He said, patting me on the shoulder.

“Uh, are you two good? Like is she gonna be safe here?” I asked, drunk but still sober enough to worry for her.

“Yeah like. We kinda just had some relationship shit, you know. I was gonna go put her in my parent’s room and she can spend the night. You can sleep here too if you want bro, it’s chill.” He murmured, not wanting to wake her but also not wanting to raise his voice for his own sake.

“Alright man, cool. Thanks. Do you know where my mom is?” I asked, plodding toward where I last saw her with shaky legs.

“Nah man sorry, I’ve just been up there smokin’ and shit with my bros. You guys can all sleep here if you want, I’m just gonna be upstairs. Help yourself to any food or drinks, it’s all in the fridge. Don’t worry about cleaning this place up, I’ll get it taken care of tomorrow.”

I was already making my way out of the room as he trailed off. I nodded to him as he talked, more distracted with finding out where they took mom. Eric was a good guy I thought, and he was far from the type of person I thought he was and I felt slightly sad. How long have I lived my life around these people not knowing who they really were, when all along I could’ve gotten along with them this entire time? Would they have preyed on my mom too? Surely someone like Eric wouldn’t considering all the girls that chase after him already. I meandered aimlessly around the house when I heard talking. I followed it down a hallway I hadn’t gone into before to find about a dozen guys all playing video games quietly in a dimly lit den, smoking and drinking as the sounds of slapping and panting could be heard nearby. Mom’s voice could be heard coming from somewhere, but my blurry vision coupled with the darkness made it hard to see exactly where it was coming from. One of them got up and put me in a couch.

“You good, bro?” The person asked.

I nodded as I turned my head to face the source of the sounds.

“Bro, that’s her son! Haha, that’s him bro!” One of them exclaimed.

They all began to laugh and holler in disbelief and amusement as I tried to get up from where I was sitting on shaky legs. That same person pushed me back onto the couch.

“Wait your turn bro! We’re all taking turns.” He said, grinning.

“Yeah we been taking turns on that bitch for hours now man, your mom’s a fuckin’ freak bro.”

“Nah man, it’s only been like an hour since we started. I’m gonna get my fuck on the whole night though bro, that bitch is fine as fuck!” Another said, as he thrusted his hips at the air in front of him.

I forced myself up off of the couch and swatted away a hand on my shoulder.

“Alright bro, just don’t open that door or nothin’ or we’re gonna have a problem.”

“Yo he wants to see his mom gettin’ her back blown out!”

I ignored them and with a hand along the wall to guide me, it touched a door knob. I pressed my head against the crack of the door and listened to the panting and slapping coming from within. A woman was moaning weakly while a deeper voice grunted in rhythm with the smacking noises, it sounded like he was hurting her. Suddenly someone’s phone alarm went off and a dozen heads looked up at me.

“Ey bro, knock on that door for us. His turn’s up.”

I reluctantly knocked on the door and was immediately surprised to hear a reply of a pained grunt, and a woman groaning and crying. One of the guys stood up from the couch, and tugged at his crotch from outside his pants as he stood and waited beside the door next to me. A few moments later, the closet door opened and a large man, about an entire foot taller than me, walked out of the closet as he pulled his pants up. My eyes adjusted to the darkness, and from the dim light of the TV I saw mom leaning away from me against the wall. She tentatively began to remove her hands from the wall and turn around before the guy next to me stepped into the closet. He roughly grabbed her by the hair and smacked her ass; she cried out before sobbing as she replaced her hands against the wall. She was completely pressed up against the wall as the boy bucked his hips up against her before he reached behind him and closed the door.

“Alright, time starts now.” Said someone from the couch.

I could immediately hear slapping and crying coming from within, accented with grunts of pleasure.

“Please no more.” Mom sobbed, her voice muffled from the door.

“Shut up bitch, fucking take it!” Hissed the guy inside the closet with her.

I continued to listen to mom be defiled by him for several minutes, the sounds of mom’s voice changing whenever he presumably changed the rhythm of his thrusts or the depth. The wet, carnal sounds of sex assaulting my ears as I stood there as stiff as a board. One after another, they each took turns with her; mom sobbing and begging them to stop, only to be interrupted by grunting and panting until her own reluctant groans filled the confines of the tiny closet. I only got to see mom for a few seconds before one of them closed the door behind themselves, and I could make out mom’s panties pulled down to her knees with her dress scrunched up around her narrow waist. Her ass cheeks were wet and reflected the scarce light of the dim television. Her butthole and pussy on display with her butt held out in submissive defeat. Mom sobbed quietly when one of the guys stepped out of the closet, his balls emptied inside her.

“Alright man, looks like it’s your turn!” Said one of them sarcastically.

“Yeah bro, give your mom some dick!

They shoved me in the small closet with her and it was pitch black. I could hear mom quietly sobbing and I groped at the air in front of me to find her. My hand brushed against something soft, and mom gasped and whined.

“Shh, mom. It’s okay.” I whispered.

I don’t know why I said this, but when I took her in my arms, she began to cry more loudly.

“Havvie, they’re hurting me. They’ve been fucking me, taking turns fucking me.” Mom choked out amidst her tears.

“It’s okay mom, I’m gonna get you out of here.”

I opened the door to the closet with my mom’s hand in mine. She was struggling to pull her underwear up with one hand and rearrange her dress all at the same time.

“We’re done. I’m taking her home.” I announced firmly.

“Aww, c’mon bro, we were just starting.”

“Yeah man, we’ll pay you to keep her here. How much you want?”

“No. I’m going home and I’m taking her with me.” I repeated sternly.

One of them swung at me, sending me to the ground. Mom started to scream. The guy who suckerpunched me was being held back by someone else before one of them yanked me up onto my feet by my shirt. I stumbled toward mom and took her hand and led her out into the living room while I began to black out. The sounds of arguing raising in volume behind us, I grabbed mom’s keys as she grabbed her purse from behind a seat and followed me timidly toward the front door. Laura was no longer on the couch as Eric presumably carried her upstairs, and I opened the front door for mom before looking at her. Her dress was still gathered around her waist, and her panties were haphazardly pulled up. I could see her sparse pubic hair peaking out the top of the little, black triangle and her crotch and thighs were all wet. Her shaky thighs rippled with every timid step and her bare buttocks looked incredible, even now. At that moment, Hernan and the others were entering the house from the backyard. My vision was fading and I was beginning to see red upon seeing this dirtbag. Mom was tiptoeing quickly to the car when I stepped away from the front doorway toward the others, and swung my fist at Hernan’s face. His entire body buckled when I connected, but I was drunk and unbalanced and fell to the ground on my hands and knees. I felt several kicks to the ribs and saw Hernan scramble to his feet before he kicked me onto my back.

“Fuck you bro! Fuck you, you fucking piece of shit!” He said indignantly behind a flurry of punches and kicks.

He took the keys from my hand and the lot of them left the house through the front door. My vision faded fast as I rolled onto my side to see them walking up to my half-naked mom huddled against the car door. I blacked out.

I awoke in a cold sweat the next day with Laura standing over me.

“Shit, my ribs.” I hissed, clutching at my sides.

“Lay still, you got in a fight last night and might’ve cracked a rib or two.” She said.

“Where’s my mom? Did you see anybody that was with us last night leave with her?” I asked hurriedly.

“I don’t know. I don’t remember anything from last night besides. You know.” She admitted quietly.

I said nothing to her but looked up at the ceiling as I blinked the tears out of my eyes.

“Did we have sex, Javier?” Laura asked, her voice barely a whisper.

“No. You were drunk. I didn’t want to do it with you like that. You fell asleep in the car and I carried you back inside.” I said, matching the low volume of her voice.

“Thank you, Javier.” She whispered, her soft hands gently rubbing mine.

 I turned my head to look at her and gave her my best reassuring smile. Eric came in not long after and asked if I wanted a ride to the hospital. Despite the sharp pain in my ribs and the mind-numbing hangover I was experiencing, I had to see if my mom was alright more than anything. I had to make sure she was okay, and that she made it home somehow.

“No, it’s okay. I need a ride home though if that’s alright.”

“Sure dude, but if your mom asks about your ribs, I had nothing to do with it.”

“Yeah, of course. Just help me up.” I said, almost regretting having said those words moments later.

Eric helped me out of his parent’s bed and onto my feet and it felt like there was a shard of glass in my side with every step I took, but I was determined to see mom. The car ride wasn’t as bad, as long as I could hold myself up with the handle above the window and Eric didn’t turn too hard. I climbed out of his truck and waved meekly at him before I limped up to my front door. Holding my side, I pressed the doorbell twice. As I waited I looked over at mom’s car in the driveway, and knew that if it were here it was likely she would be too. What I was afraid of most was if anyone else came home with her last night. I swallowed hard before pressing the doorbell a couple more times. After a few moments, I heard footsteps on the other side of the front door and it opened. It was Ivan. In his boxers.

“Hey man, you made it home.” He said, with a smug grin across his face.

“Let me the fuck into my house.” I growled, clutching my side.

“Sure, just don’t mind the mess we made.” Ivan said, as he waved me in eagerly.

I stepped into the house and kicked off my shoes before I realised the several other pairs littered around me. I looked up at Ivan and he grinned as he sauntered toward mom’s bedroom, adjusting his cock as he walked. I followed him with uneasy steps to hear what sounded like mom’s grunts and a few other voices panting and moaning. I stepped in front of mom’s open bedroom to see her on all fours as Hernan and Austin were pumping into her, with Hernan’s fist holding her head up by her hair. When mom saw me, her eyes widened.

“Havvie, help me. They’re blackmailing me!” Mom grunted, her face contorted in discomfort as the boys churned her warm holes.

Jean and Theo were holding their phones in their hands as they recorded my mom being used by the two guys. The sounds mom was making changed whenever they bucked too hard, or pumped too deeply into her, and the myriad gasps and moans she made excited me, despite my growing anger.

“We’re gonna make so much money off of you bitch. You’re my whore now. You got that? You’re my whore Adiana, my whore.” Grunted Hernan between thrusts.

Mom could do nothing but whine and pant as they took turns churning her suckling, pink entrances. I clutched my ribs in pain before looking up to see mom’s red face grimacing as she presumably began to orgasm. Her beautiful green eyes rolled up into her head, her sultry lips parted as she bared her teeth, a flushed, red color eclipsing her face as Hernan’s grip on her long, brown hair shook her head indignantly. She writhed her hips against Austin underneath her and up against Hernan behind her, much to their delight.

“Yeah bitch, you like it in your pussy? You like me in your butthole?”

Mom simply continued grunting like a whore. They were breaking her in, and I had just witnessed mom’s first real orgasm on their cocks, and I knew it wasn’t going to be the last.