“Oh? What do you mean?”

“He ran me over with his bike and lied to you about it. I don’t want him around us anymore.” I said, anger growing steadily in my voice.

Mom dropped the styrofoam containers in the trash impatiently before looking at me unamused and sighed.

“Sergio, you’re going to have to learn to make friends one way or another. People make mistakes, and mijo, if even half of what you’re saying is true then why would he be so nice as to help us move things? He can’t all be bad.” Mom chided, her hands on her hips as she stood facing me.

“He just wants to get in your pants. They all do-”

“Sergio Alejandro Dominguez! You will not say that about your mother! If you have a problem with me talking to men you can say it now, because I won’t let you take that tone with me and get away with it, mijo!” She scolded, her finger pointed at me.

I couldn’t bear to look at her for longer than a glance, and I stared at my food in humiliation. I loved my mom, and it was my love for her that loosened my lips in jealousy. I was a fool.

“Lord knows I still have needs after your father left, mijo! But if you think I’m going to sleep with every boy I meet you can pack your things. I won’t make you live with me if you think I’m a whore.” Mom worked herself into a fury at this point.

I knew I had to say something to quell her anger, and I resolved to look at her.

“Mama. I’m sorry-”

“You’re not sorry yet, mijo!”

“I am sorry, mama. What I said wasn’t what I meant.”

“What did you mean then mijo? Tell me what you really think of me.” Mom hissed, the items in the box clattering as she angrily searched them.

“I didn’t lie to you, Viktor really hit me with his bike. I saw how he looked at you. I just want you to be safe, mama. I love you.” I pleaded, still seated in my chair.

Mom dropped the things from her hand back into the box in defeat. There was a long pause before either of us said anything and I looked at her. She looked gorgeous, even now, with one hand over her face that smoldered with disappointment and exhaustion. I hated it when she was angry with me, and it twisted my heart in knots seeing her this way, but I loved her. I wasn’t the best son but she is far and away the best mom I could have ever asked for.

“I do love you mama. I know I say stupid things but it-”

“Hush, mijo. No more. Go look for your things and start unpacking. Start with your toothbrush and your blankets.” She said, not looking away from the box in front of her.

“Okay.” I said as I got up from my chair and approached the boxes.

“Go put your food away first, mijo.”

“Sorry.” I lamented, turning on my heels to do as she said.

I always managed to look like an idiot in front of her, but she was always forgiving. She used to be more patient with me, but these days it felt like I was doing everything wrong. Like I didn’t live up to her expectations. I couldn’t entertain those thoughts for long before I couldn’t bear the anxiety they gave me, and I buried them deep. I loved her, more than anything. I hoped I would never have to make the decision between losing her as my mother, or losing her respect and I busied myself with doing everything she asked. I hated myself; I hated that I wasn’t strong, or smart, or brave, or handsome. I wanted my mom to love me. Not like she does now, as my mom; I wanted her to really love me. I wanted to see that look in her eyes again whenever I accomplished something she was proud of, I wanted to see that glimmer of pride and love more often. I knew everything was my fault up until now between us, and in the darker parts in my mind I knew she needed a man to replace me in her life. Someone that could give her everything she needed. She was young and beautiful and smart, and she knew it. It pained me to think I was holding her back; like I was her ball and chain that she needed to escape from.

I went to bed that night with waves of guilt washing over me like a cold bath. The night after a fight with mom was always the hardest and I tried my best to fight my darkest thoughts away before I started crying. I heard a soft knocking on my door and I turned over on my side to face it.

“Mijo, are you awake?” Mom asked, her head peeking out of my bedroom door.

“Yeah.” I said, quickly wiping the gathering tears away with my blanket.

“Can I come in?” She whispered.

“Yeah.” I replied, my heart eagerly dancing in my chest as I knew what was coming next.

My favorite part after a fight however was making up. Mom was always extra sweet and gentle with me even if it was my fault; which it was, most of the time. She tiptoed to my bed and sat on the edge as the mattress and blankets sunk under the weight of her body. She wore a black, sheer nightgown, and from what I could tell, nothing else. I swallowed the saliva in my mouth and thanked God it was dark enough in my room that she couldn’t easily see my eyes.

“I’m sorry I yelled at you, Sergio.” She admitted, her dainty hands resting on the blanket in front of me.

“It’s okay mama, it was my fault. I should’ve been more careful with my words. I really didn’t mean for it to come out the way it did; I just hate the way men look at you. I worry.” My voice low, nearly a whisper.

“I know mi amor. I know how protective you can get; you’re just like your father. I just wanted a fresh start for us when we moved here, and it felt like we were fighting over old stuff all over again.” She whispered, her hand gently stroking the part of my forehead that was struck earlier.

“Did he really hurt you, mijo?” She asked, her voice as soft as satin.

“It’s no big deal. I was being a wimp. It didn’t even hurt.” I said nonchalantly.

“I know you used to have some problems with the others before we moved, and I made some mistakes.” She paused, as if she were going to continue.

“It’s okay mama. I love you. This is a new start, remember? I want to make you happy, and that stuff is in the past now.” I almost brought tears to my own eyes as I spoke.

I heard my mom sniffle before she leaned toward me and kissed me between the eyes. Her plush lips were soft and she held them against my skin firmly and lingered before they parted; the breath from her nose tickling my face as she gently stroked my ears with her thumbs. Even in the darkness I could plainly see her heavy breasts moving freely in her gown and my cock stirred. I was glad I had a blanket over me because I was nearly instantly erect as my body responded to hers.

“I love you too, mijo.” She whispered as she smiled affectionately.

She got up and the light from the hallway shone through her nightgown and revealed her delicious silhouette within the diaphanous fabric. I could clearly see her bare ass and thighs as she walked to the door, and my cock throbbed painfully and longingly in my hand. She turned to face me before she closed the door entirely and blew me a kiss. I pictured her kissing the tip of my cock and it throbbed again under the blanket.

“Good night, mi amor.” She whispered.

“Good night, mama.”

Before the click of the door closing even reached my ears, I was furiously tugging at my rigid cock with the image of my mom in her see-through gown still fresh in my mind. The big, meaty, bare ass, her breasts shifting freely, her plush, wet kiss; I barely lasted a minute before I shot rope after rope into my blanket. I was left panting in the dark as the waves of dopamine washed over me and my orgasm subsided with my dick twitching the last drops of cum into my bedding. I knew the dreams I would have of her tonight were going to be tender and sweet.

The cool, morning light shone through my window as I rubbed my eyes awake, eager to start the day. Last night was a treat, and I had high spirits and high testosterone after mom’s private little show for me and I was anxious to see what she was wearing today. The birds chirped as I crept through the new house; taking in my surroundings and inhaling the chemical smell of new paint and carpeting, and I could hear water running elsewhere in the house. I tiptoed toward the noise before finding myself in front of mom’s bedroom door. I opened it to find her bedroom empty, and was pleased to see her bathroom door left cracked open as I gave in to my baser instincts and searched the floor. My heart skipped a beat when I found out I wasn’t seeing things, and that mom was in fact naked last night under her sheer nightgown for it was the only thing that was on the floor next to her bed. I was delighted. I held the meager fabric up to my face and inhaled to my lung’s capacity. I was intoxicated nearly instantly and my dick came alive in my shorts as I inhaled more of mom’s scent before either my courage or my shamelessness boiled over and I crept up to the bathroom door. I leaned forward and attempted to reveal as little of my head as possible as my eyes strained against the foggy, textured glass door and was rewarded with the bare, naked shape of mom showering. The air was warm and damp, and the smell of her shampoo caused my cock to twitch as I stared, hypnotized by her vague silhouette through the glass. The blurry, tan figure mere inches away from me as she ran her hands all over her smooth, soapy body as if she were preparing herself for someone. I liked to pretend it was me she was thinking about when she ran her hands over her skin, but I knew that never happened. I was content with the thought of her as my mother and no one else’s and my perverse curiosity and my jealous heart were sated, and I quietly left her room.

I stepped into the living room and went to work unpacking a few kitchen items that were left still in boxes with our other belongings, and before long mom came in wearing her usual jogging outfit of a jacket and yoga pants. She was zipping her top up as she greeted me and asked if I wanted her to make me breakfast.

“I don’t think we packed much food. I think there’s some pop-tarts in one of these boxes though.” I said, trying my best not to stare too much at mom.

Mom expertly rummaged through one of the boxes and fished out a box before handing me some and opening one for herself. We sat together and ate our breakfast as she told me everything she had planned for our new house, and asked me if I wanted to join her for her morning run.

“No thank you, I want to set up my stuff in my room and it could take all day.”

“Alright mijo. When I come back I’m gonna go to the grocery store and would appreciate it if you moved some of the furniture around the way I wanted it. I’ll see you later baby.” Mom said as she left through the front door.

I watched her plump ass wobble in her tight, form-fitting pants as she moved. The darker side of me briefly fantasized about her attracting the attention of someone more debased and dangerous than me, and my cock twitched again in my shorts. I darted up to my room with one of my boxes in my arms, eager to unload its contents before movement outside my window had caught my eye. I was both surprised and pleased to find out I could still see mom from this vantage point, and I stared longingly at her backside as I idley stroked my cock through my shorts. Seconds later I saw what looked like someone on a bike coming toward her from the opposite direction, and my fears were confirmed when mom waved at them. It was Viktor. Mom continued the direction she was running without stopping, but I watched as he circled around to ride some distance behind her. I knew he was ogling her, and he was even brazen enough to follow her on his bike for a while before they broke line of sight. Seconds later however, I could see him tearing down the street with his bike coming toward my house. I quickly tossed my box under my bed and went back to the window to see what the bastard was up to. I lost sight of him but could hear strange noises coming from the side of my house, and it sounded like a vague thumping. Like a sailor on a deck, I ran from one side of my house to the other to locate the source of the noise as I frantically peeked out each window to no avail. Suddenly, I heard mom’s window rattling before I burst through her bedroom door to find the invader. Fear froze me where I stood within the doorway, and Viktor was climbing through the window with one foot already planted on the carpet.

“What the fuck are you doing?” I shouted, in a poor attempt to scare him off.

He didn’t answer me until he was fully in our house and popped the window screen further off its hinges for later escape.

“I’m just taking a little souvenir.” Viktor said, grinning as his eyes darted around mom’s bedroom.

“Get out! Get the fuck out!” I hollered, stepping toward him as if I were to strike.

He hardly telegraphed his movement before his fist collided with my solar plexus, and I crumpled to the ground as I heaved. The pain in my abdomen was quickly eclipsed by the burning sensation in my lungs as I gasped for breath with my body still struggling to address the blow I took. My chest heaved and my mouth was agape like a suffocating fish but no air could make it to my lungs as Viktor swiftly went over to mom’s dresser drawers. I was left clutching my stomach as his hands dug through piles of frilly, lacy, and silky panties of various colors and fabrics; all smelling the same as mom. He held handfuls of her panties to his face, inhaling deeply before he squeezed his cock through his pants with his mouth open in lust. He tore through the other drawers, admiring her bras and lingerie collection, holding each piece up before him as if he were imagining her wearing them. He had mom’s see-through nightgown that she wore last night up to his nose and mouth when he turned at the waist to see her laptop on her desk. The vials of makeup and lipstick clattered and tumbled as he hastily sat down and pulled the screen open to wake the computer. My heart sank and my blood grew cold when I remembered mom never put a password on her laptop, and I could see the corners of her wallpaper around the side of Viktor’s back as he clicked the mouse several times.

I was barely able to breathe again and I climbed back up onto my feet as I held myself steady with my hands on the doorway. He moaned something in Russian that I couldn’t understand as I saw one of his hands steadily tugging on his dick from outside of his pants. I could see he had an email open and he quickly began typing before he dragged a bunch of files I couldn’t see onto the window. A few clicks later and he laughed softly to himself; exhaling through his nose in amusement at what he had done before he pulled some of the images back up. They were pictures mom had taken with her phone. Nude pictures. I could hardly see from where I stood but I could plainly make out a photo of mom with her ass pointed at the mirror and another of a close-up shot of her butthole and pussy with her legs open. I struggled to say something with the scant air in my lungs, and could barely manage to croak out a word before I heard the lock on the front door clattering.

Viktor’s head shot over his shoulder at the noise and hastily closed several windows before slapping the laptop shut and darting toward mom’s underwear drawer. I still couldn’t talk to alert mom and instead resorted to haphazardly smacking the wall to get her attention as he tore through her room to escape. Mom saw me beside her bedroom clutching my stomach and quickly stepped toward me before seeing him and gasped.

“What’s going on here? Viktor?” She asked, taken aback by what she was looking at.

She was clearly surprised to see Viktor here, let alone in her room, with me gasping for air like a fish. I strained against my voice box and doubled over to force some sort of noise out of my throat to no avail.

“What’s wrong mijo, are you hurt?” Mom whispered loudly, her hands taking me by the shoulders.

“I’m sorry Ms. Dominguez. Your son- he was rummaging through your things.” Viktor spoke.

Mom looked at him, and I looked at her. The expression on her face when she looked back down at me sent a shiver down my spine and I wanted to crawl under a rock and die.

“Is this true, Sergio? What were you doing?” She asked, surprise quickly giving way to anger in her eyes when I was unable to reply.

I feebly and exhaustedly shook my head several times but to her it must have looked like an admission of guilt.

“He invited me in- but I saw him go to your room. I found him holding this.” He continued.

Viktor was holding in his fist a pair of her frilly, white panties that he had been sniffing only moments ago. Mom cursed under her breath and took them from him before she impatiently turned to me and held them in front of my face.

“This? You wanted this? You are sick, Sergio. Sick.” Mom hissed, fury now having completely clouded her beautiful face.

Viktor looked at us with smug satisfaction as he continued to ogle her backside while she had her face in mine and I physically cringed before her. I endured a string of insults and curses before mom slapped me on the back of the head before a rain of more slaps across my face and ears followed. Mom was still cursing when I made it into my room as her screaming now filled the corridors of our house. I turned to look at her in shame and I knew I made the wrong move, for her wrath had nearly piqued at just the sorry sight of me and she continued berating me with a revitalized irritation. She tore through the house in her rage, tossing my boxes over and pulling the contents out as if she were looking to humiliate me with something. I could scarcely make a noise with what little air I had in my lungs and pleaded with her as she went past me into my room.

“Mom- please. I didn’t do it-” I whispered hoarsely with my ragged voice.

She reappeared from the other side of my bed with my box in her hands and she opened it as if she already knew what was inside. Briefly pausing her string of curses, she dumped the contents of the box onto my bed and I was mortified.

“And your little nudey magazines- your pornos that you stroke your little penis to, all of it!”

Tears welled up in my eyes and the humiliation of it all could nearly be physically felt as mom continued to pour through my stash.

“You’re sick, Sergio. I let you have your little... Little milf magazines, but your own mother, Sergio? Me? You stroke your little penis to me? Ay dios mio, Sergio, this is filth.” Mom said, as the magazine with a Mexican woman with a fat, oiled ass on the cover fell from her pinched fingertips.

“Mama, he broke in-” I croaked.

“No. I don’t want to hear it. Not from you. You sit there and think about how to fix this.” Mom said, leaving my room as she hissed a breath out.

She angrily stomped past Viktor who was now standing in the hallway between mom’s bedroom and mine, and disappeared into her room. Tears ran down my cheeks and I couldn’t even stand up straight when I looked at him and he smirked at me. I could hear mom slamming her dresser drawer shut and cursing when I watched him grin and stroke his cock from outside of his pants before he joined her in her room.

“You’re fine, bitch. You get tight when you’re scared. So tight it makes me cum hard.” Viktor replied in his butchered English.

“Did you like it?” She asked, turning her beautiful face toward him and smiling with an unusual calmness.

“Yes bitch, I did.” He said matter of factly, before mounting her again.

Mom was on all fours with him crouched on top of her as he began to pump into her again, the small bathroom walls shaking with the two of them grunting in unison as he churned her tight, wet hole open with his veiny, red cock. I turned away from them and waited for them to stop, standing next to the bathroom door like a lonely dog. Eventually they emerged from the bathroom, mom clutching a towel around her gorgeous, wet body, and Viktor following closely behind her completely naked with his cock still fully erect and bobbing as he moved. He left the room and I could hear him going into the kitchen to open the fridge, and the telltale sound of a beer can opening could be heard as I stood in mom’s bedroom with her. Her hair was still wet when she wrapped it into another towel, and the one she wore fell to the ground. She was beyond immaculate.

Her lightly-tanned skin glistened and her breasts hung luridly on her chest like heavy fruits, begging me to devour them; her wide, plump ass wobbling like a prize with every movement. I couldn’t stand it any longer and I lunged toward her and wrapped my arms around her. Her warm, wet skin against mine made my cock twitch to life in my boxers and I could feel the moisture against my underwear as I feverishly humped and grinded against her buttocks. Mom was completely unaware and unphased by what I was doing and continued to pick out lingerie to wear to bed as I hastily fished my cock out of my boxers and pointed it directly at her delicious, brown butthole. Before I could push my cock into her she stood up and pulled a lacy, black thong up around her waist, the fabric disappearing between her greedy, round cheeks and I was denied. My cock continued to twitch expectantly, inches from her heart-shaped ass as she pulled a pair of stockings on and went down to sit on the edge of the bed; having picked out a pair of black high heels and fastening them onto her perfect feet. I watched with my cock still standing fully and painfully erect as she went to her panty drawer and retrieved something. I saw a pair of small, black, heart-shaped pasties in her hand and she carefully applied them to her breasts, covering her nipples with them. I couldn’t handle how drop-dead gorgeous she looked and the image of her brown areola peeking out from the edges of the stickers on her nipples set me over the edge. I tugged at my cock unashamedly when Viktor returned from the kitchen and mom turned to him and smiled; presenting her body to him like an offering. WIthout my knowledge or consent, my own feet and legs moved underneath me as I feverishly pulled at my cock to the sight of my mom.

“Mom, don’t!” I finally said to my own surprise, “Get away from him!”

Mom smiled weakly at me for a moment, looking directly into my eyes before climbing on top of Viktor as he lied in bed with his hands behind his head. I was still shaking and pumping my shaft in my fist when I watched her climb on top of him, pulling the blankets up over the two of them with her high heels sticking out from under the sheets. The bed creaked and shifted as she lined herself up on top of him and he began to buck his hips up. She squealed loudly as if she wanted me to hear; the bedframe steadily beginning to smack against the wall with an impatient rhythm as the shape of the two of them together bounced underneath the fabric. I shot ropes of cum against mom’s bedroom door as the whole house seemingly shook in reaction to Viktor’s thrusts; family photos of mom and I falling to the ground and the glass shattering. Mom whined and screamed and panted as the fleshy sounds of her animalistic love making assaulted my ears and I pounded on the door as it slowly closed. The last thing I saw was mom’s whimpering face pointed upward as the rest of her body was covered by the blanket that violently shook with the lusty pumping Viktor was giving her. I begged for them to stop and hurled my fists against the door in desperation.

I shot up from my bed into sitting in an upright position. The last thing I remember as I awoke was the feeling of despair and defeat coupled with an unyielding lust and I blinked hard. I looked at my phone beside my pillow. It was the day after. The tip of my cock was wet, but I sighed in relief. I knew mom was still angry with me after yesterday and I struggled to build up the courage to leave my room and I listened carefully. Footsteps, and they were coming toward my door. Before I could even get up from my bed my door had swung open and Viktor was standing there, scanning my room before his eyes rested on me.

“This your room?” He asked.

I didn’t answer him. I had barely begun to mentally digest everything that happened yesterday, and seeing him felt like my wounds had just reopened. I sat motionless in my bed as I watched him meander around looking at my belongings, waiting for him to make a move. When he reached one end of my room, he saw the discarded pile of magazines mom berated me over and he exhaled sharply through his nose.

“What do you want?” I asked him impatiently, still sitting upright in bed.

He kneeled down and picked up a few of them and parsed through their contents, flipping through their pages and occasionally pausing to admire what he was seeing. I was growing increasingly uncomfortable just being near him and I got up to leave the room when he spoke.

“This one- she looks like your mother.” Viktor said, holding a magazine open to show a woman with brown skin in a bikini; she was covered in baby oil.

I was embarrassed to see that he found the precise page that compelled me to buy the magazine in the first place, and I reached to grab it from him. He pulled it away from me and continued to taunt me with it before I decided to let him have it and took the other magazines in the pile away from him. He didn’t seem to care and continued to pour over the page with the woman that looked like mom. My stomach turned and I felt disgusted. Viktor pulled his pants down to reveal his sizable cock and he quickly went to work tugging at it while ogling the woman.

“Oh yeah bitch, this looks just like your mother.” He said, his thick accent becoming breathy.

Whispering Russian words to himself under his breath, it didn’t take long for him to cum, and he shot ropes of seed all over the photo. I nearly gasped when I saw this, and I instinctively tried to yank the magazine out of his hands when I realized he was holding onto it more tightly than I thought. He was almost meticulous with his aim, making sure to press the tip of his cock up against the woman’s buttocks and mouth as if the model on the page could feel it. I had not let go of the magazine yet and tried again to wrestle it from him when he suddenly lifted it toward me and shoved the wet page against my face. I recoiled in horror but he followed me backward and continued to rub the cum-stained magazine onto my head. I put my hands up and yelled at him to stop before he presumably realized the noise I was making could be heard by my mom and backed off. I was red-faced and angry and I bolted out of the room to escape him as he laughed at me and picked up my pile of magazines.

“What is all that noise?” Mom asked, her towel barely containing her breasts.

She was standing in the hallway in front of her bedroom with a bath towel wrapped around her curvaceous body and I could tell it was scarcely covering her backside, based on how high the fabric was on her meaty thighs. I was surprised to see her, and somewhat more surprised to see that her expression was mostly free of the fury and irritation from yesterday.

“Viktor is here, he-”

“I know mijo. He said he would get rid of those filthy magazines you keep in your room for me.” Mom said, as if she were casually telling me the news.

“But mom-”

“No Sergio. You should be grateful. Viktor spoke on your behalf yesterday, and I can’t say I’m happy about it. But I understand, mijo. We all go through these things, and especially young boys your age. I’m not mad.”

I tried my best to listen to what she said, but I was growing increasingly distracted by the ambient jiggling of her breasts as she spoke.

“You’re not mad?” I asked, unsure if what I was hearing was a dream, and if I was perhaps still asleep.

“Less mad. I just wish it wasn’t my underwear you took mijo, and in front of company no less. You need self-control, mijo. Too many girls with the big asses in your magazines is unhealthy.”

I was humbled, but also still uncomfortable having this talk with mom. It vaguely aroused me being able to speak openly about pornography and sex with her, but I didn’t want to do it now, much less in front of Viktor. Mom’s head tilted up to look behind me, and I followed her eyes to see Viktor with a small stack of my magazines in his arms as he walked toward the front door.

“Throw these away?” He asked.

“Yes please. I want them out of my sight. Throw them in the trash next to the garage please, mijo.” She replied, waving with one hand.

I turned my head back to face her and she glanced at me before she started toward her bedroom and paused.

“What’s this on your face, mijo?” She asked, her hand gently pulling my chin to turn my head one way and then another.

I pointed my eyes as far into one corner as possible to see if Viktor could see us, and if I should attempt to tell her the truth or not. I saw him standing in the threshold of the front door, and my upper lip nearly curled in revulsion.

“It’s nothing.” I said dejectedly.

Mom wiped the tips of her fingers and ran her thumb along them to feel the consistency of the mystery fluid on my face and head. My stomach felt queasy and my breathing hastened slightly as I watched her carefully. She was trying to figure out what she was touching. I glanced again over toward Viktor and I could see an expression of disbelief and amusement beginning to cross his face, and I frowned. I looked back at mom and to my horror I saw that she had lifted her hand to her nose and was smelling the fluid before she pulled back to look at her fingers in confusion. This moment was only a second or two in length, but it felt longer as adrenaline was likely pumping through my veins. Mom shrugged and went into her bedroom, and I sighed in relief.

I looked back toward where Viktor was standing and could see him putting the stack of porn in a backpack before he turned to face me and smirk. He rode off on his bike with my magazines despite my mom having asked him to get rid of them and I grimaced before closing the front door. The sound of water running could be heard coming from mom’s bathroom and my cock twitched instinctively. Visions from last night’s dreams still haunted me and I looked briefly at the portraits mom had hung up on the walls.

Pictures of us. Pictures of me when I was little, and when mom was young. She’s always been gorgeous, and I vividly remember moments in which my young mind couldn’t grasp what was happening, or why mom went with a man I had never seen before into her room. All those years of mom trying to find a father for me, and one day she just seemed to stop. As if somewhere along the way she changed her priorities to raise me while sometimes having a little fun on the side. To this day I still don’t quite know how I feel, but as I grow to appreciate how beautiful mom is I become more relieved that we’re alone together. Fighting my own immoral urges is almost impossible and I succumb to my lust for mom almost daily, but I can’t imagine how hard life would be if there were another man in her life. I want her for myself; I have her for myself. I wouldn’t have it any other way. I love her.

I stepped into mom’s bedroom and sniffed her discarded clothing before peering into the bathroom to watch her shower. The sight of the bathroom again gave me pause, but mom’s blurry silhouette as she bathed aroused something primal in me and I grew bold. I held her underwear up to my nose and mouth and inhaled deeply as I worked my cock in one hand, watching the lightly-tanned shape run soap and water all over itself. The silhouette behind the glass seemed to turn and sway under the hot water, as if she was taunting me with her delicious body. My eyes were fixated on the plump, round shape that was her backside when one of her hands glided along its soapy surface; fingers likely teasing the alluring curvature. I was wholly obsessed with her ass, and I was nearly panting audibly as my orgasm was nearing. Mom was purifying her immaculate body; dainty fingers running along every inch of her skin, and disappearing into every warm crevice. I secretly worshipped her mere inches from the door as my gaze was locked onto her plump, meaty buttocks. They were life-giving, her hips. They gave birth to me and now as a young man they gave me purpose. I lusted after her backside as if she casted a spell on me and I wanted nothing more than to push my face up into her. The soft, warm thighs gliding across my face as I ascended up between her legs before my tongue could lap at her puckering entrances hungrily coaxing the erotic nectar from within. I wanted to taste mom, I desperately wanted to know her flavor, I wanted to feel her against my mouth. I imagined over and over the soft moans and sighs she would make if I were to lap and suckle at her brown hole like a hungry puppy. I blew my load all over my knuckles as it rocketed out of the tip of my swollen cock and my entire body shuddered so strongly I nearly toppled forward into her bathroom.

The first step I took when I turned away from mom showering was laborious and my knee almost buckled under me before I regained my composure and hid the evidence that I had been in her room. Leaving her bedroom behind, I inhaled one last lung-full of her scent before quietly closing her door with a soft click.

“I love you mama.” I whispered, face inches from the closed door.

The rest of the morning was pleasantly uneventful as mom’s anger had a habit of leaving as quickly as it came, and with Viktor’s apparent placating, she seemed only mildly irritated with me. This was enough for me as it gave me no small amount of pain to see her the way she was yesterday. Mom sat further from me than I liked while we were on the couch watching a movie when the doorbell rang. I looked at her quizzically before she got up; my eyes instantly dropping down to ogle the wide, buxom ass barely contained in her white, high-waisted shorts as she moved toward the front door.

“I think it’s your friend, mijo.” Mom said, moments before opening the door.

Hearing her say that gave me some discomfort, but I knew Viktor wasn’t likely to show up again after having already apparently visited earlier this morning and I was genuinely curious who could be at the door. I hadn’t realized my breath had left my chest and the moment my senses returned to me I sharply inhaled the frigid air coming through the front door. It was him.

“Oh you’re always welcome here, mijo. Sergio and I just watched a movie, would you like to join us?” Mom asked, her hips swaying from side to side as she came toward me.

His eyes were watching her backside so intently I swear I could see them move as mom’s ass wiggled in her shorts with each step. She sat on the far end of the couch and I was on the other, practically huddled against the armrest as I watched Viktor sit himself between the two of us and put his arms up along the top as if he lived here.

“I think we’ve got some movies here, if you have any favorites.” Mom said, as she scrolled through titles on the screen with the remote.

“What about those there?” He remarked with a wave of his hand.

“Oh those? Well let’s see.” She replied, lifting herself from the couch.

I glanced furtively at him and I couldn’t help but curl my upper lip in disgust when I saw his eyes were still locked on mom. A jolt of worry shot through my chest when I noticed she was bent over on all fours in front of us as she looked through our collection of movies kept under the television, and her white shorts were riding up her crotch. We could practically see everything; the slightly darker pigmentation that preceded mom’s butthole, the gentle cleft in the fabric that revealed the shape of her labia, and the absence of any pubic hair which told us mom kept herself clean shaven. My cock lurched in my pants and my tongue almost left my mouth to lick my lips but my fear kept my wits about me, and I was all too aware of the slavering animal next to me who was eager to lap mom up like she was giving us a show.

“Do you like scary movies, mijo?”

Viktor massaged his cock through his jeans with his hand, making little effort to rearrange it into a comfortable position and more focused on stimulating himself to the sight of mom’s plump backside being presented to him like an offering.

“Viktor?” She repeated, turning her head to look back at him but not moving from the position she was in.

“How about we play some games?” He answered, his hand motionless in his lap to look nonchalant.

Mom turned her head back and pushed a stack of movies to the side with one hand before she replied.

“We’ve got Twister. You want to play Twister, Viktor?” She asked, now sitting on the heels of her feet with the box on the carpet in front of her.

The smooth, plump flesh of mom’s thighs strained against her calves and her tanned legs looked indescribably delicious as she sat there on her knees.

“What is Twister?” He asked in his thick accent.

Mom opened the box and tossed the mat open across the carpet in front of us before she started explaining how to play to Viktor. He seemed vaguely uninterested, but he went along with it anyway, likely to just listen to her talk.

“The mat’s too small.” I said coldly, unwilling to join in.

In the off-chance that he was actually up to play this stupid game, we weren’t likely going to be able to all play at the same time. Mom’s way too big and I don’t want him to see her in any compromising positions again.

“I still want to play.” He remarked.

“Then we can just take turns.” Mom said, before smiling at me briefly.

I was still sitting on the couch frowning when mom went to work smoothing the mat out enough to play. Viktor got up and turned to face me as he walked to one end of the room.

“We’ll take turns with your mother.” He said with a perverse grin.

Mom evidently wasn’t listening to what he said and got up to hand me the cardboard dial.

“You can be the one who spins it, mijo.” She chirped, with a warm, motherly glance at me.

I wanted nothing to do with Viktor, but for mom’s sake I was willing to stomach maybe a single game.

“Okay mom, right foot yellow.”

Mom placed her foot on one of the circles closer to the edge when it was Viktor’s turn to put his left foot on green. He put his foot firmly on a circle near the opposite edge. .

“Alright, now left hand blue, mama.” I announced, before having the wind knocked out of me.

I climbed back under the blanket and was pleased to see that mom hadn’t left my room yet and was instead moving toward me. She daintily tucked the blanket under me before sitting on the edge of my bed and leaned over to kiss me. I savored the feeling of her soft, warm lips against my forehead and my cock lurched impatiently under the blanket.

“Night mama.” I whispered to her as she leaned back.

Mom stroked my cheek with her thumb for a moment as she looked at me.

“Good night mijo.” She finally said, before leaning forward again to kiss me once more.

The bed rocked softly as she got up and stepped toward the door. I watched her heart-shaped backside closely as I squeezed my cock under the sheets, and I nearly blew my load before she reached my door; her wide hips swinging around to face me. She smiled weakly at me one final time before pulling the door closed, the soft click of the handle preceding the pitter-patter of mom’s feet as she went to her bedroom. I quickly went to work fervently tugging at my cock to the image of her burned into my mind; the image of mom’s fat ass and thighs moving under the thin fabric of her shirt. I pictured myself mounting her on my bed, pulling the shirt up over her as her bare, naked ass was displayed in front of me, waiting to be plundered. I barely managed a few pumps before my imagination was too much and I blew my load into my blanket; hot liquid could be felt running over my knuckles as waves of ecstasy washed over me. I scarcely even remember rolling over in bed before immediately passing out; lazily wiping my hand off onto my blanket before images of mom lulled me to sleep.

Clack, clack, clack, clack.

The sound of mom’s high heels jolted me awake, and my perverse need to see what she looked like today pulled me out of bed almost mechanically. I swung my door open just in time to see her backside disappearing around a corner before I walked after her.

“Mama?” I called out.

Clack, clack, clack.

I hastened my steps to a brisker pace as I followed her, more confused than aroused due to the lack of her reaction.

“Mama!” I again called out, more urgently this time.

Her heart-shaped buttocks was straining against the confines of her short, jean shorts and I could practically see everything as they were no larger than the underwear she’d normally wear. The sight of the bare, tanned skin of her long legs made my cock throb to life in my pants as the lithe shapes ended in a pair of black high heels that collided with the floor like gunshots; my cock twitching with each of her footsteps as I hurriedly walked after her to ask her where she was going. Yet despite how quickly I followed her the distance between us seemed to never decrease and she turned another corner ahead of me, deeper into the labyrinth of walls from what looked like our new home.

“Mama, wait!” I shouted, almost running after her.

She was practically taunting me with it; her plump backside wobbling as she walked ahead of me at a casual pace despite my exertion to keep up with her.

“Mama, I need you! Please! Wait!” I pleaded, afraid I would soon lose track of her in the maze of drywalls and wood floors.

I chased after her more frantically now with images of her hips in my arms and her buttocks pressed up against my face being played before my eyes. My tongue practically hung out of my mouth as I doggedly pursued her, having lost sight of her moments ago and had now been reduced to following her footsteps. Every clack from her high heels was like a siren’s call, and I was growing more and more desperate to locate her with every passing second as I impatiently darted through the confines of each hallway and the next. I stopped calling out to her as I was more reliant now on the sounds mom was making as she moved; each step seemingly closer and farther away despite every direction I thought I was taking toward her. Then she moaned.

“Ay, you surprised me.” She said, her voice dripping with lurid intent.

“Mama? I’m here! I can’t see you!” I called out to her, thinking she was finally speaking to me.

I listened intently for her response but was instead greeted with hoarse breathing and a quiet, sucking sound accompanied by heavy panting. The wet noises maddened me and I sprinted through the corridors with renewed vigor as I was more desperate than ever to see what was happening to mom.

“Mama? Mama!” I continued to cry out, hoping she would make another sound.

Mom let out another moan like she was being fucked, and I was reminded of my erection that was now fully rigid and pointing directly outwards creating a tent in my pants as I ran. I was so hard it was nearly painful but I was more focused on finding mom that I was able to suppress the need to address the stiff pole straining against my clothes as I grew closer to the wet sounds. The sucking and groaning noises were getting louder and louder before I turned the final corner and saw her.

I was startled to see mom’s face contorted in what looked like pain, but I recognized it as the face she’d make when she was close to cumming and I timidly stepped toward her. She was bent over at the waist with her hands on her knees when I realized someone was squatting behind her; their face obscured.

“Mama?” I said, unsure of what exactly I was seeing.

Mom grunted in reply before a wet pop followed from her backside and a satisfied sigh from the man behind her. Her shorts were still on which confused me, but had little idea of what the two of them were doing when I walked closer to her. My cock throbbed painfully in my pants at the sight of mom like this, and I carefully stepped around her as I drank in the sight of her beautiful body bent over. My feet felt heavy and my blood ran cold when I realized the man behind her was Viktor; his face buried in her buttocks as he hungrily sucked and lapped at her crotch from behind. He didn’t acknowledge me and instead kept up the feverish pace in which he devoured mom’s suckling entrances; her shorts offering no resistance to his barbaric feasting and she continued to moan as if he were fucking her. Mom panted like a bitch in heat, gently rocking her hips back toward his head as he pawed at the plump, spread butt cheeks that practically engulfed him and I was frozen where I stood.

“Mm, he’s getting me ready, mijo.” Mom said, her eyes half-closed as she bit her lip.

I was surprised by the sound of her voice and I moved to stand in front of her face, eager to finally talk to her.

“Mama, are you okay?” I asked, afraid of what she would say.

“He’s getting my little holes nice and wet, Sergio.” She whispered, practically moaning the words.

“No mama, you can’t let him! You said you wouldn’t!” I could hear the panic growing in my own voice as I spoke to her.

“He says I’m almost ready to make a baby, Sergio.” Mom licked her lips as the words left her mouth.

“No. You can’t. You said-”

“He’s going to pump a white baby into me, mijo. He’s going to make me his breeding bitch.” She bared her teeth after the last syllable, her face contorting in reaction to the pleasure she was experiencing.

With a loud, wet pop, Viktor’s mouth separated from mom’s orifice before she stood up and faced him. Her crevice and crotch were completely wet; his saliva having drenched her shorts leaving her inner thighs and butt cheeks slick. The two of them kissed passionately before his hands pulled mom’s butt apart to reveal her winking brown butthole that was barely covered by the fabric of her shorts. I collapsed at my knees in an instant, eager for my turn to lap at her crotch like a hungry animal when in that moment she pulled away from me causing me to nearly fall flat on my face.
“No, baby.”

I caught myself with my hands on the floor when I looked up to see the two of them disappearing around the next corner. I sprang to my feet into a sprint as quickly as I could yet when I followed them to the next corridor I was met with a painful image several feet ahead of me.

Mom was bent over on her hands and knees for a moment before she lowered her face toward the mattress, with her ass still presented to Viktor kneeling behind her. She was still fully clothed for what little modesty it offered her in this position, and I could see her spread buttocks from the front, the tiny fabric of her shorts likely leaving nothing to the imagination based on what I saw. Viktor was fishing his cock out of his jeans when he tugged her shorts to the side by a small margin before lining himself up with one of her holes and pushing his hips forward. Mom grunted and he took a fistful of her long, dark brown hair in his fingers before he pulled her head back and began pumping into her.

“Uh, ugh. Ay. Ah!” Mom’s groans turned into squeals as he pushed her face into the mattress, the sounds from her pussy beginning to compete in volume with her voice.

He was both pushing her hips down onto his cock as well as thrusting upward into her when the clapping of mom’s plump flesh and the wet squelches from her velvety pussy reached my ears. She continued squealing like a whore as the two of them continued breeding with increasing force.

“Mama!” I cried out, my feet frozen where I stood.

Mom’s only reply was more breathy grunts as her eyes rolled up into her head as Viktor continued churning her warm, wet hole with his fat, red pipe. I winced when I saw the girth of his cock when he pulled his hips back before bucking back into her like an animal; I was afraid he might be hurting her and I willed my body to move. Mom was being forcefully pushed face-down into the mattress but it looked like she was offering no resistance, and with every ounce of willpower, I jerked one leg forward.

I shook myself awake with having kicked my leg into the air; my bed jostling under me. I lowered my leg back down as I exhaled and I lied there with my eyes open as I collected myself. Still in a half-dazed state, I finally closed my eyes after several moments of daydreaming, my mind having tasked itself with committing the image of mom bent over to memory, and the dream of her was bittersweet. My cock disagreed, however, as it was painfully erect creating a tent in the sheets and I went to work tugging on it with my eyes closed and mom bent over in front of me.

The sound of the front door closing was the first thing I heard when I poked my head out of my bedroom, hoping to hear the sound of mom’s shower running. She must’ve left for her morning run, and I took this as an opportunity to carry out the nearly daily ritual of raiding her underwear drawer. Just before taking a step toward mom’s bedroom I felt compelled to watch her from my window and I followed my instinct. She was jogging down the street in her yoga shorts and a sports bra when I saw what I assumed was Viktor coming down on his bike. I gritted my teeth as just the mere sight of him from this distance disgusted me, and I watched him ride up beside mom before the two of them stopped. I watched them intently as the two of them were presumably talking to one another about something important; Viktor not letting her leave and seeming intent on continuing their conversation by coasting alongside her as she walked and they talked. A few moments later, Viktor peeled off away from her on his bike toward our house and I could tell from the look on his face that he wasn’t happy.

I panicked and could feel cold blood rushing to my face as I debated on hiding or preemptively calling the police when he broke line of sight from my window, likely tossing his bike out of sight before looking for a way to break in again. I darted out of my room and stood in the hallway and listened carefully for any indication of what he was doing when a loud pounding at the front door made me jump. I made no move toward it, having no intentions of letting him in after seeing the look on his face. I knew mom likely told him something he didn’t want to hear, and he came to exact his revenge on me while I was alone.

“Fuck! Fuck!” Viktor cursed through the door, interspersed with a slew of Russian words.

I was terrified, and I crept as silently as I could toward my room before locking the door with a quiet click. I held my ear against it and silently listened for any signs of him breaking in. I held my breath but heard nothing. After what felt like several minutes, I finally exhaled and unlocked my door before poking my head out to listen. Nothing. I closed and locked my door again before creeping up toward the window on all fours to prevent him from potentially seeing me and I was relieved to see him riding back the way he came. I was still shaking when I thought about what might have happened were he to break in again, and I was left slightly puzzled as to why he didn’t. I shook my head to regain my composure and simply chalked it up to good fortune as I had nothing to defend myself were he to do so. I spent the rest of the morning looking out the living room window for any sign of his return when I was gladdened by the sweaty sight of mom panting toward our house.

“Hi mama.” I said, opening the door for her as she approached.

“Hola mijo.” Mom replied, her tired face smiling at me as she pulled her earbuds out.

“How was your run?” I asked, hoping she would bring up Viktor and the conversation they apparently had.

“It was good. I still wish you would come with me sometimes, mijo. It’d be fun.” She answered breathlessly before grabbing a glass and filling it with water.

I watched her pull the curtain open with one hand as she looked out the window while drinking her water. Mom’s skin glistened in the morning sunlight and I could already feel my cock stirring to life again in my shorts in anticipation for her morning shower. Her clothes were drenched with sweat and I could see that all of it on her shorts pooled up on her crotch and along her crevice, practically guiding the eyes toward the supple treasures between her legs and I swallowed hard.

“What are you looking at?” I asked her, still hoping she would bring him up so I could know for certain.

“Oh, nothing.” She said, before letting the curtain drop and finishing her glass of water.

“You want me to make us some breakfast?” I asked.

“That would be lovely, mijo. I’m going to just hop in the shower real quick and then I can help you.” She replied while flashing me a warm smile.

My eyes followed her backside as she left the kitchen; her plump, round cheeks jiggling with every step and her long, shapely legs moving under her and revitalizing my cock. My mind quickly came back to reality when I heard her speak.

“Oh and one more thing, mijo? No more spying on me in the shower, please.” She said cooly, still walking toward her bedroom as she spoke.

I was floored. I stared hard at the back of her head before she disappeared down the hall as I blinked, dumbfounded. At first I was unsure of what I heard her say, but then panic began to creep in followed by more confusion. How long had she known? Why is her reaction so relaxed? Is she that comfortable with me now, and if she isn’t, why haven’t I been read the riot act yet? I had no idea how to feel knowing my mom was aware the whole time, but my cock apparently did and I stood there in the kitchen star-struck with a full erection as sounds of mom’s shower starting could be heard.

I was embarrassed and I could feel my ears turning red as I resolved to ignore what she said and go about making breakfast for the two of us to the best of my ability. Thoughts of what to say and how best to act nonchalantly about the situation distracted me and I barely made any progress when the sound of mom’s shower being turned off struck me with some measure of anxiety and I nearly burned the toast. The sound of her door opening and the soft sounds of her footfalls nearing the kitchen practically turned me to stone and I couldn’t bear to face her and instead busied myself with making eggs and bacon for us as she entered.

“That smells delicious, Sergio. You want some help?” Mom asked, looking over my shoulder at my poor attempt at cooking.

“Uh, sure mama. Thank you.” I replied, still somewhat awe-struck by what she said earlier and with my guard up.

Mom had her hair wrapped up in a towel and she wore her bathrobe as she expertly made us breakfast far quicker and more successfully than I ever could have. She was always good at cooking and her offer to help usually implied she’d take over from here on out and I relaxed a bit as I watched her work. I began to feel some warm familiarity return to me at the sight of mom’s softly shaking backside as she jostled the spatula. It was small moments like these that reminded me how inescapably in love with her I was, and how futile it was to fight against my baser instincts; she was perfect.

“Mama.” I whispered, barely audible even to myself.

It was said almost like a secret prayer or a wish as I watched her shift her weight on one shapely leg then another; her ample buttocks pushing against the plush fabric of her robe, creating a bountiful heart-shaped feast for my hungry eyes. I watched her take the toast I haphazardly made earlier and begin to plate the food she made for us. It was like Chilaquiles, but with the bacon I made and instead of chips she used slices of toasted bread, incorporating my amateur attempts at cooking into her warm, home-cooked meal. My heart throbbed in adoration at the sight of it; a part of me taking in what she had done just now as if my mind knew I would need this memory of us in the future. I wanted to smile but instead I gave her a big, dumb grin as I struggled to contain my elation; mom taking over to fix the mess I made and using what little parts I had to create something beautiful gave me a strange feeling of pride and love. This feeling wasn’t unfamiliar to me, but wasn’t something I felt often as I had always struggled to feel a close connection to mom; my immoral obsession with her creating barriers in my mind as some sort of defense mechanism. I was hopelessly in love with her but ironically felt somewhat awkward and uncomfortable around her. I was just as intimidated as any other man by her beauty despite being constantly exposed to it. I could never grow accustomed to it. Her beauty. Her form. My thoughts of her always rebounded between being shocked by how captivating and charismatic she is and being relentlessly enthralled with her buxom, motherly body. She made me feel like an animal; like my ancient ancestors were crying out, demanding that their latest living heir cast all shame aside and mate with this woman at any cost.

“I’ll go change, mijo. You can have it all if you want.” Mom said, smiling at me before leaving the kitchen.

I watched her backside shift and sway; bringing fork-fulls of food to my mouth but never breaking eye-contact with her ample buttocks.

“I’ll have it all.” I thought.

My cock was rigid now under the table and I made short work of shoveling mom’s delicious food down before going back to my room to be alone with some images of her still fresh in my mind, but just as I had started, mom’s voice could be heard from elsewhere in the house.

“Sergio! Can you put out the trash bins please?” Mom shouted.

“Okay!” I yelled in reply, gruffly pulling my shorts back on in dissatisfaction.

Mom wore what seemed like a small amount of makeup, but her dark red lips pulled my attention to her alluring mouth the moment I laid eyes on her. She was wearing a short one-piece dress that ended above her knees. It wasn’t skin-tight, but the material was thin enough that it left little to the imagination in regards to the curvature of her body, and the silky, black fabric hung on her as her breasts and buttocks easily overcame her outfit.

“Just a little something so our guest doesn’t feel out of place.” Mom admitted with a shy smile before daintily moving toward the stove.

Even casually mom looked gorgeous, and while I could tell she did only the bare minimum to dress for the occasion, she was incredibly sexy. I was stunned, and for a moment I think even Viktor was as well as we silently admired her buttocks that were intimately contoured by the silky fabric that draped over it like a thin curtain. I could easily make out the individual cheeks of mom’s plump ass underneath her dress, and the absence of any pantylines implied that she was wearing a thong, if anything, underneath. My cock twitched to life and I was suddenly aware of the saliva gathering in my mouth when I glanced over at Viktor to see he was also entranced by her as he idly squeezed his cock through his pants; eyes locked onto mom’s inviting, heart-shaped ass.

“It’s almost done, I hope you boys are hungry.” Mom said, still facing the stovetop.

I swallowed the saliva in my mouth and sat down at the table as Viktor took the chair on the opposite side, his gaze still fixated on mom’s backside.

“I can’t wait to dig into that delicious thing, Ms. Dominguez.” He remarked, one hand underneath the table and presumably still squeezing his stiffening cock.

“Oh this is just some spaghetti in case you didn’t want any of the enchiladas I made. You like enchiladas, Viktor?” Mom asked, turning around to look at him and nearly catching him with his hand on his crotch.

“I don’t think I’ve had en-chi-ladas before, but I’m sure I’ll love anything you make.” He replied, facing some difficulty in pronunciation with his accent.

Mom cooed in adoration, briefly stroking his hair with one hand before turning back toward the counter. She grabbed a pair of oven mitts and my cock throbbed in my lap as I felt beads of sweat roll down my ribcage. Mom bent over at the waist to open the oven and pull out the casserole dish full of enchiladas, with her wide, round ass nearly touching Viktor’s face as she unknowingly gave him the view of a lifetime. I gritted my teeth in anger as my fist clenched a fork when he nonchalantly lifted the hem of her dress high enough to look underneath it, but not high enough for me to see from where I was sitting. Mom inspected the enchiladas with a fork to test their doneness as Viktor had her dress pinched in one hand and his other underneath the table, his forearm moving back and forth steadily as he drank in the erotic sight. My knuckles were nearly white when my hand snapped open and the fork clattered noisily against the kitchen floor, and mom finally having decided to show some decency and with a satisfied sigh, placed the heavy dish on the stovetop. She pushed the satin fabric up the length of her arm to keep it from touching the food as she began plating the steaming enchiladas for us; her hands expertly presenting her hard work before us as if she had done this a thousand times before.

“Gracias mama.” I said, looking up at her as she placed the plates full of food in front of us.

Viktor said something in Russian to her which I assumed meant “thank you,” and this gave her some amusement.

“Is that how you say ‘thank you’ in Russian?” Mom asked with a sly grin on her face.

He replied in what almost sounded like “yes,” but was also in Russian, eliciting a wider smile across mom’s face.

“Da. Spasibo.” Mom said to herself as she turned all the knobs on the front of the stove.

When she finally sat down between us at the dinner table, Viktor had already shoveled a mouthful of enchilada into his greedy face and he looked at her as he struggled to swallow the savory food.

“This is delicious. Is very good!” He said enthusiastically.

“Spasibo.” Mom rehearsed with a cute smile, causing him to laugh.

She had only joined us for a second and I already felt like I was the third wheel in my own home. I suddenly had little appetite for mom’s cooking and I resigned myself to staying if only just to keep an eye on him for mom’s sake.

“Is it good, mijo?” She asked, turning her head to face me.

Viktor was still piling her food down his gullet as if he hadn’t eaten in days, and I could tell this gave mom no small amount of satisfaction as his show of gluttony implied that he loved her cooking.

“Yeah, it’s good.” I said meekly, but mom’s attention had already returned to our guest.

To my amazement, he had already finished his plate and after he gulped down some water, mom spoke.

“Did you like it, mijo? Would you like some more?” She asked, daintily covering her mouth with the back of her hand as she ate.

“Da. Yes, please.” Viktor replied, patting his stomach in contentment.

Mom took his plate and stood up to fill it with more food, and his gaze quickly fell back down to her shapely backside as his hand dropped from his abdomen to his crotch. I sneered at the sight of him openly pleasuring himself in front of mom, and his hand went back up to his stomach when she turned to present him with more of her food.

“You can have as much as you want, mijo.” Mom cooed.

I could sense pride in her voice when she said this, and for the remainder of the dinner, things hadn’t been much different. Viktor constantly peppering praises and flirtatious remarks into his comments and mom falling prey to each and every one of them, to his delight. I nearly wanted to vomit, the sight of them together stirring the most toxic feelings up from the depths of my jealousy as the two of them bantered on together.

“Do you drink, Maria?” Viktor asked, with his plate bare and mom’s barely half-finished.

“Oh mijo, I haven’t had a drink in years, but I did used to have a glass here and there.” She admitted.

Mom had mostly stopped drinking after it landed her in bed with one of my classmates. To say she only had a glass here and there was mostly a lie, as I knew she was very easily peer-pressured into a drunken stupor by her exes. With her inhibitions lowered, mom was often easy prey to their baser desires, and I quickly grew uncomfortable with the direction this conversation had taken.

“Mom doesn’t really drink.” I remarked, my comment feeling as if I had thrown a coin into a well to no effect.

“In Russia, we drink a lot. Sometimes when we’re not drinking a lot, we drink only a little.” He said, to mom’s amusement.

The soft laughter from her in response to such a cheesy joke reminded me of one of her past exes who I couldn’t stand; his corny one-liners and back-handed remarks to me somehow always getting him in bed with mom. I idly pushed my food around with my fork.

“Are you even old enough to drink?” Mom asked, with one of her eyebrows raised as the corners of her lips curled into a quizzical smile.

“Of course, but I wonder, are you?” He replied, one arm pulled back as he relaxed in his chair facing mom.

She threw her head back in laughter, and I reflexively smiled as the sound of her voice was practically written in my genetic code to deliver dopamine straight to my brain. That is, until I immediately remembered what caused it and I made sure to return to brooding as the last thing I wanted Viktor to think was that he was capable of garnering any approval from me in any form. I glanced at him as she laughed and playfully hit his arm and I looked at him as he watched her. He had a different look in his eye, something that I had trouble discerning, but could easily assume it had a sexual nature. He looked like he was formulating a plan.

“Okay, fair enough. Do you like wine?” Mom asked, taking his empty plate in her hand as she stood up from her chair.

“Mm, a little. You know what we like to drink?” He said, leaning on one arm in his seat as his gaze rested on her backside.

“Vodka?” She remarked, glancing back at him with a smile to see his reaction.

Viktor looked over at me with just his eyes; his face still pointed toward mom.

“That’s right, Maria.” He said finally, his eyes going back toward her with a relaxed blink.

A sense of panic grew rapidly within the pit of my stomach and I looked at mom.

“I don’t think we have any alcohol, plus we don’t drink.” I said hastily.

“Then just the two of us can have a glass.” She replied.

It was admittedly a pitiful attempt to speak on her behalf, but I could feel the hairs on my neck stand up when mom stopped rinsing his plate to go check the stacked boxes beside the counter.

“I could’ve sworn we had a little something from before we moved.” Mom muttered idly to herself as she pulled the black satin sleeves back up her smooth arms.

The clattering of glass came from within the first box she dug through and the two of us looked at her as I silently prayed in my head.

“Please, don’t let there be any bottles in there, please.” I thought.

My hand instinctively gripped the fabric of my pants as I anxiously waited for what felt like an eternity.

“Ah! I found some!” Mom said excitedly, a wine bottle appeared in her hands as she pulled back to read its label.

My stomach dropped.

“And you know what else?” She continued, before pulling another bottle from the confines of the cardboard box.

Mom held up the smaller, clear bottle in her hand to show us and Viktor said something in Russian that I couldn’t understand before getting up from his seat. He inspected the bottle as mom opened the cabinets to look for suitable glasses and I sat there alone at the table with my plate of uneaten food. I wanted to go home. None of this was what a real home should be. I wanted him to leave forever, and I wanted to be alone with mom. I felt trapped. The two of them spoke softly to each other as I sulked in my chair and I watched as Viktor poured the two of them a couple glasses with ice. I looked down at my plate of cold enchilada and listened to the clink of glasses meeting; more Russian.

“What does that mean?” Mom asked him, before bringing her glass up to her dark red lips.

“It is like ‘Cheers.’ We say it sometimes before a drink.”

Mom lowered her glass and a warm smile appeared on her sultry face.

“We should’ve mixed these with something.” She lamented, holding the glass in her fingertips as she inspected its contents.

Viktor moved away from her and toward the fridge before opening it and taking note of what we had stocked. I felt violated even from this small gesture, and I decided that if I had any hope of maintaining what little cool I had left, that I would spare myself from their insufferable flirting and leave for the living room. I left my plate of cold food where it sat on the dinner table and turned the television on with a reflexive flick of the remote. Listening to more soft laughter coming from the kitchen as well as the clinking of more glasses, I scrolled through the movies on the screen as I listened intently for any sign that I should return to check on them. I flinched suddenly when mom’s voice surprised me.

“Wait Sergio, go back. I love that movie.” Mom announced as her bare feet tiptoed across the carpet toward where I sat on the couch.

She had a glass in her hand that quietly fizzed as she sat it down on the coffee table in front of us.

“You wanna watch it with us, mijo?” She continued, as if she was unsure if I planned to stay.

This gave me some small feeling of annoyance to think that mom believed I’d leave her alone with him, or that I felt too awkward to be around them. This was my home; she was my mother. I was the man of the house.

“How could she even entertain such an idea?” I thought as my eyes darted toward the kitchen doorway.

Mom’s long, smooth legs curled up underneath her shapely hips as she made herself comfortable against the armrest. She was showing more skin than I was comfortable with anyone seeing, let alone Viktor, and would’ve loved to curl up next to her when he appeared and dropped himself squarely between us on the couch. Jealousy plagued me.

“So what movie are we watching?” He said, before sipping from his glass.

“I was thinking this one.” Mom replied.

Even from where I was sitting, I could tell from the slight angle toward mom his head was facing, that he knew he had hit the jackpot tonight with the scintillating view she was unwittingly giving him. He then immediately placed his glass next to hers before turning his body away from me and toward hers with one arm around the back of the couch where she lay. I was completely shut out, emotionally and now literally, as Viktor had made it obvious that he was going to get what he wanted from her tonight, and there was nothing I could do about it. Or so he thought.

I had no designs to back down now with mom on the line, and there wasn’t any shred of fear in my heart when mom occupied every nook and cranny of my mind. I knew if I had any hope of protecting her from his hairy, calloused grip that I had to take a different stance; one of affection and familiarity. Mom was quick to anger, and if my disgust for Viktor would get the better of me, then there would be little I could do to prevent nature from taking its sexual course. As long as I was a third wheel, mom had a chance. I would have a chance.

“Yeah, let’s watch that one.” I said with mock enthusiasm.

Viktor hadn’t said anything beyond a hum as his head faced the television, but his body language still revealed that he had little interest in the movie. It was some romantic comedy mom loved, and it seemed she was the only one who had any plans of actually watching the movie as Viktor was likely going to perv on her the entire time and I’d be on guard to stop him.

“Do you like American movies, Viktor?” Mom asked as she leaned forward to take her glass in one hand.

“A little. I watch some here and there.” He replied with his gaze and attention solely focused on her.

I couldn’t see mom from where I was on the far side of the couch, but I could tell that with the way he was sitting, Viktor had likely left little room for mom and was surely touching her from where they sat. Mom suddenly leaned forward to look at me and smiled.

“Maybe you like the same movies as Sergio?” She said eagerly.

I noticed that one of her breasts had almost fallen out of her dress whenever she leaned forward, and that if I could see it from where I was sitting, that Viktor was likely enjoying a full-frontal view of her full, milky globes resting prominently on her chest. I was both surprised and alarmed at the sight, but knew there was little I could do to help her without making things too awkward for myself. I didn’t want mom to think I was staring at her chest, and I needed to make sure she wanted me to stay. That little treat however, roused my cock in my pants and I thought back to remember if I had seen any sign of a bra in that moment. I was too distracted by the pale, brown softness of her breast and hadn’t properly paid any attention to anything otherwise and decided to let it go.

“That’s about all you’re getting from her tonight, anyway.” I thought, still firmly confident that things wouldn’t escalate romantically as long as I was with them.

The movie dragged on for the next hour and I could feel myself getting drowsy before I looked over to check on what Viktor was doing. He had also pulled his legs up onto the couch and his feet were practically kicking my legs as mom had apparently allowed him to curl up next to her as the two of them snuggled during the movie. Envy and resentment ricocheted around my chest like a dart and my heart skipped a beat. I was furious, but knew I had to control myself if I had any chance to prevent them from doing anything else together. I had to get her attention; I had to make sure she remembered I was still here.

“Hey mama?” I announced suddenly.

“Hmm?” Mom replied with a soft hum, not moving away from our unwanted guest.

“It’s getting kinda late.” I continued, unsure of what my own words would imply.

“We’ll just finish the rest of this movie, then.” She said after a long inhale of breath.

Mom was tipsy. That much was certain. I just had to make sure Viktor couldn’t take advantage of that fact, and that he wasn’t aware of it at all. Mom’s promiscuous at times, but when the drinks kick in, the worst memories of her are often created. Memories of her bed noisily creaking the entire night, men I didn’t know appearing in our kitchen the morning after, all of it tormented me. If anyone had any right to my mom it was me, but grown men conquering mom had worn my confidence down to its last remnants, and I was struggling to regain control of the situation. I had to take mom’s answer and I fell back down into the cushion as the two of them continued to spoon. Mom’s wide hips peaked over Viktor and I could tell that her dress had bunched up past her buttocks at some point. Viktor’s body spooned up against hers with the bare skin of her buttock being practically all I could see from where I was sitting when something else had assaulted my senses. Soft, quiet sounds of suckling.

I was about to greet mom when I had remembered that a certain Russian dirtbag was still possibly squatting in our home, and peered into the living room for any sign of him. There was nothing, and yet I still felt some unease as I went back toward the kitchen.

“G’morning, mama.” I said cheerfully, after seeing it was just us.

“Buenos días, mijo.” Mom replied, with a pan sizzling in her hand as she greeted me.

Mom was wearing her skin-tight running shorts and one of my old t-shirts as she made us breakfast. My eyes instinctively locked onto her voluptuous ass as it shook softly while she cooked.

“Is Viktor still here?” I asked offhandedly, confident that he had already left.

“Yes, he’s getting changed in my room. We planned to go running together. You wanna join us, mijo?”

My bubbly, enthusiastic mood was quickly met with the unwelcome news, and my dour mood must have shown as mom was quick to address it.

“Was it alright that he spent the night? We had been drinking a little too much, and-”

“It’s fine.” I said abruptly.

I didn’t expect anything better from what mom would say next, and I had little patience for it. I knew what they did together last night, but I was more interested in what her excuse would be, and I probed her for more information.

“Did you two do anything after I went to sleep last night?” I asked, bracing myself for a dishonest answer.

“Well, to be honest Sergio… We just watched a movie when you went to bed. He gave me a backrub, but it was just a relaxing little evening after you left. We didn’t do much.” Mom said as nonchalantly as possible.

She didn’t look at me when she said this, and the breakfast sizzling in the pan apparently demanded her full attention. I didn’t say anything, but rather, took note of mom’s body language and the intonation of her voice. In case she were to lie to me again.

“Oh, okay.” I said after a moment’s pause.

Mom glanced in my direction but stopped to rest her eyes on me when she saw I wasn’t looking at her. I have a habit of looking off into space when I think, and unfortunately for me, mom was apparently aware of this fact and it was suddenly my turn to answer her questions.

“Were we too loud last night, mijo? The movie, I mean.” Mom asked furtively.

“No. I didn’t hear you guys.” I said aptly, the lilt of my voice matching hers when she lied to me.

I don’t know why I mirrored her tendencies when she spoke just now. Maybe it was some half-hearted attempt to reveal to her that I knew she was lying, or perhaps it was a more infantile part of me longing to connect with her in some minute way. I wanted to be with her; alone with her. The heaviest part of me as we spoke together in the kitchen was my heart and I knew that I had an uphill battle ahead of me if I had any chance in ousting Viktor from my life at this point. From our lives.

“Do you think I could come with you two on your run?” I asked, to mom’s delight.

She smiled at me in a way that made me shiver with anticipation. I could feel the muscles in my back shudder when her smoky, alluring eyes locked onto mine with such a warm, motherly look of affection spread so tenderly on her face.

“Of course, Sergio. I’d love it if you came.” She said as she dumped the contents of the pan onto a large plate. “You and Viktor can have breakfast before we go. I’m just gonna have the rest of my smoothie.”

I watched her step toward the fridge; her buttocks competing with her thighs for my attention as her backside hypnotized me as she moved.

“You want some?” She asked, turning on her sneakers with a blender jug full of frothy, white smoothie in her hand.

“No thanks mama. I’ll just have some of this.” I said, scooping half of the bacon and eggs onto my plate as I heard mom’s bedroom door swing open.

My mind practically froze as I stared intently at my plate, not wanting to catch Viktor’s attention in any way. I listened and felt his heavy footsteps nearing the kitchen before mom greeted him. I said nothing.

“Smells delicious Maria. Is this special occasion?” He announced with enthusiasm as he sat himself at the table opposite me.

“Oh, no. I always make this for Sergio every morning.” Mom said as she licked the creamy, white smoothie from her lips.

“Sergio is lucky boy. We would kill for a pretty woman like you to make this every day.” Viktor’s voice descended several notes into a normal speaking volume until his eyes met mine. “I wish I had a woman like you around.”

Mom laughed softly, covering her mouth with the back of her fingers as she placed her glass onto the counter. I never broke eye contact with Viktor when she went toward him to run a hand through his hair. Neither of us moved for several moments apart from chewing mom’s food until she pulled a chair away from the table to fill it with her shapely ass.

“You boys okay with running my usual route, or you want me to go easy on you?” Mom asked as she took a sip from her smoothie.

“I can handle it. What about you, Viktor? You think you can handle it?” I asked, my voice monotone but direct as I continued to stare him down.

“Of course. I would love to see firsthand how your mother stays so beautiful. Perhaps it will make me the same way.” He replied, finally breaking eye contact with me to smile at my mom.

As expected, she ate it up. I glanced down at my plate of food as I shoveled it down so I didn’t have to look at her playfully hit his shoulder.

“Why don’t we go to the park? It’s a beautiful day out, and we haven’t had a good chance to see it yet.” Mom said, turning to look at me.

I didn’t want this to drag on longer than it had to. I wanted us to go on a run and be done with it, but perhaps the longer we spend outside the house, the more likely it’d be for mom to ask him to leave when we returned. Viktor had already far outworn what little welcome he must’ve felt he had when he arrived last night, and I wanted it to quickly become as awkward as possible for him to still be here. I cleared my throat of bacon grease before speaking.

“Yeah, that’s fine.” I said, still looking down at my plate as I chewed.

It didn’t take long for me to finish the rest of my breakfast, and Viktor had made short work of the majority of mom’s food too before I got up to get changed in my room. Even leaving them alone together for a moment gave me some unease, and I swear I had never thrown on clean clothes faster in my life before I silently opened my door to look for them. I remained motionless after I leaned out of my bedroom to spy on them; the two of them waiting beside the front door for me. The lock clattered as mom opened the front door to unveil a pillar of morning sunlight into the small foyer; Viktor stood behind her. The two of them were making small talk about the neighborhood route and when mom turned to face the front lawn, Viktor boldly reached for her backside, cupping one of her butt cheeks in his adventurous hand. He squeezed with his finger tips for but a fraction of a second before mom hissed something at him and slapped his hand away. Mom had obviously not enjoyed what he did, but she was far less upset than I was comfortable with. I decided then that I had seen enough, and left the threshold of my bedroom before announcing my presence with deliberate, heavy footfalls toward them.

“Okay Sergio, you ready?” Mom chirped, turning on her heels to face me in the house.

The breakfast in my stomach turned as my insides clenched anxiously for the morning jog. I knew I was out of shape compared to the two of them, and to make matters worse, Viktor was going to enjoy eye-fulls of her jiggling backside the entire time. Mom’s crotch was already devouring the front of her shorts, and it was far worse when she turned around. The intimate shape of her individual buttocks were prominent against the tight, stretchy fabric of the shorts that descended into her crevice. Her plump, shapely body contorted in one delicious form and the next as she stretched in front of us. My cock strained against my shorts and I had to quickly rearrange myself so that the quickly forming tent wasn’t so obvious. Mom was a goddess, and Viktor made little show of hiding what he thought of her as he stretched; his ankle in one hand behind him as he pulled his leg. He had one hand openly massaging the bulge in his shorts to the sight of mom straining and stretching her immaculate form into all manner of lurid positions. She had no idea of the show she was giving us.

“Okay, lets go.” Mom said with a huff.

And like that, we were off. The morning air was brisk at first, but quickly felt frigid in my nostrils as cold air circulated in my lungs. My nose was running almost constantly, but my legs were the first to go. I could feel the majority of my warm blood gathering in my cock as the sight of mom’s wobbling ass shook and jiggled with every movement, and I was far behind the two of them with my body feeling as if it were underwater. Mom looked over her shoulder and saw me panting in their dust before she turned to run backwards, cheering me on as she ran.

“First one of you to the park wins!” Mom shouted enthusiastically.

Her breasts jostled against themselves in her shirt, as if she were doing it on purpose. I leaned forward to restart some forward momentum, but I just couldn’t keep up with them before I broke line of sight. The ripple of mom’s long legs and her twisting waist were the last things I saw before the two of them disappeared around the bend ahead of me. I was left heaving for breath with my hands on my knees for several long, painful moments before I growled in frustration.

“Fuck!” I hissed to myself, before tugging every limb into position again.

My arms and legs felt ten times heavier than they were, but I knew that how I felt in this moment was far better than the pain of rejection should mom see me give up. I knew I had to at least look like I was running should she see me, and I mustered the last of what little strength I had before trudging on. I rounded the bend in the road and the two of them were small shapes fluttering in the distance far ahead of me as the view of the park was revealed among the boughs of the neighborhood trees. I was still suffering the torment of an inept body that went a miserly four miles an hour before I could see that mom was pointing at something in the distance as the two of them walked across the green field of grass that stretched out before me. The view was admittedly beautiful as mom was prescient enough to know to pick a home in a picturesque area, and after lapping up what felt like a gallon of fountain water, I trudged toward them with painful, laborious steps.

“Look Sergio, it’s beautiful.” Mom said, turning at the waist to look at me before facing the valley again.

We were in the richer part of the neighborhood, and there was scarcely anybody here except for the three of us. Mom was barely panting, but I could plainly see small pools of sweat soaked into her clothing; mainly her crotch and crevice. She looked gorgeous. The faint, cool breeze kissing my skin but gently pulling mom’s wavy hair off of her shoulders in small strands entranced me. Wherever we were, I wanted to stay to look at her like this forever. My mind barely even registered everything else that was around us, and my gaze was fixated on her. She was angelic. Viktor gave her a pat on the ass with a quick movement of his arm.

“You want to take walk around park?” He asked, abruptly ending my daydreaming with his oafish accent.

I would’ve missed it had I not been watching her so intently, and anger quickly welled up inside me as it replaced the dreamy infatuation I had only briefly enjoyed. 

“Hey! Hands off.” I said sternly, almost surprising myself with my quick, forceful delivery.

“Oh!” Mom added after some delay, holding the back of her hand against her backside as she turned to face me.

Viktor said nothing, but looked almost as shocked as I did when he looked at mom to measure her reaction. I struggled to contain my ire the moment mom began to speak; I could instantly tell from her voice that she wasn’t going to say what I wanted to hear.

“It’s alright Sergio-”

“I was aiming for her back. Little tap. I miss-”

“It’s fine, mijo.” Mom said as she looked at him and laughed half-heartedly. “Maybe if my butt wasn’t so big.”

Their poor attempt at a cover-up disquieted me and I walked past them to look out across the valley in front of us. I couldn’t stomach looking at them as they worked together to deceive me.

“They must think I’m a complete idiot.” I thought, subtly shaking my head as I gazed out across the landscape in irritation.

“Sergio, you want to come walk with us?” I heard her ask.

I shook my head and sheepishly waved her away with one hand as I collected my thoughts. I didn’t even look at her; I felt betrayed. The two of them left me as I thought of ways to get back at them. I was ashamed to admit it, but I was angry at mom. They couldn’t even control themselves in front of me, and armed with the context of what transpired last night, their brashness angered me - tormented me. Would that mom loved me as much as she did this complete stranger; the things I would say to her. I didn’t know what to do.

I glanced in their direction when I heard mom’s laughter. Viktor was rolling sideways down a hill to her amusement, and my disgust multiplied when she joined him; her buxom body bending down onto the wet grass before she rolled after him, giggling the whole way down. I stepped away from the edge of the park to get a better view of them, and stood behind a tree as I watched them.

“You’re covered in grass!” I heard Viktor say.

Mom was still laughing softly as she brushed the verdant confetti off of her shapely body; Viktor helped her. I watched him intently as his hands made their way from her upper back to her lower back, and as expected, to her ass. Swiping away the stray blades of grass from the surface of mom’s heart-shaped backside was but an excuse to further fondle the voluptuous woman and I continued to play the voyeur to their flirtatious games with growing wrath.

Smack.

With an open palm, Viktor’s hand collided with one of the plump, wobbling globes of mom’s ass and I saw her head snap around to face him before her own hand feebly struck his muscular chest. I couldn’t see her face, but judging from her body language, mom was either genuinely angry, or afraid and I struggled to hear what she said to him before Viktor laughed. The two of them glanced up at the top of the hill toward where they saw me last, and they looked at each other again before mom began to get up; pulling her shorts up with her fingertips to ensure they hadn't fallen down. She was kneeling away from him moments from standing up when Viktor clasped his hands together and stuck his index fingers into her crevice. Mom yelped, and tried to protect her backside with her hands as she attempted to meander away from him on her knees. Mom fell forward onto the grass and he continued to dig into her; his hands disappearing into the depths of her buttocks as her body wobbled in reaction to the forceful movements of his arms. For several moments, mom remained motionless as she lay face-down in the grass, her body being shaken softly as Viktor continued digging into her backside with his hands before she finally turned onto her side, her hands holding his to likely prevent him from pushing too forcefully. He pulled his hands away to run them along her upper thighs and she placed her hands over her privates as she looked at him. They spoke in an inaudible volume for several moments before they both looked around, likely for any sign of me.

“And what do I win?” I could hear him say as he crawled over her.

Mom said something as she placed a hand on his chest and rolled over to sit up, with Viktor leaning back to give her some respite from his dogged, brazen advances.

“You said I’d win a prize.” He continued as he began moving toward her again.

“No, mijo. I didn’t say anything like that.” She chided, lifting her hand up in an attempt to stop him.

Mom was forced to lean away from him to keep her distance until she fell backward onto the grass behind her. Viktor kissed her. Mom had both of her hands on his chest as if she were ready to push him away at any moment, but she never did. Even from where I stood I could hear the wet sounds of their lips as he violated mom’s mouth with his own. Their kisses sounded lustful; they sounded hungry. In that moment I ignored all calls for subtlety and subversion and stepped out from behind the tree and marched toward them. My arousal betrayed me and my cock was eager to join them as they were, writhing against one another in the grass like lovers, seconds away from making love; but still my fury boiled over.

“Hey!” I barked, my fists clenched as I stepped out across the grass toward them.

Mom instantly pushed him off of her before getting up into a sitting position and Viktor was still wearing a wicked grin across his face that he made little effort to hide.

“What the fuck were you doing?” I shouted at them, my eyes pointed at the back of mom’s head before darting to meet Viktor’s.

“I just fell over, your mother, she-”

“Shut the fuck up!” I interjected, my fist clenched save for a wiry index finger pointed at him.

“Sergio!” Mom said, turning at the waist to face me.

“No! No more, mama! I’ve had enough!” I hollered, taking one step toward Viktor before swinging my fist upward toward his face.

The meaty clack of bone hitting bone was the only evidence I was aware of that I hit him; I was seeing red. Viktor put his hands up to cover his face before I swung at him with my other hand, reaching around his arms to strike him in the ear.

“Sergio, stop!” I heard next to me.

I swung again, this time clipping his eyebrow and cheekbone before I got a good look at him. His head quickly straightened after the recoil and his eyes locked with mine before he moved with surprising speed.

“No mijo, that’s enough.” Mom said as she got up from her chair and stood next to us.

Viktor repositioned his jaw and leaned back in his seat, not breaking eye contact as he reached over to pull mom closer to him with his arm around her thighs. Mom placed a hand in his hair with her hip touching his shoulder when she turned her head to look at me.

“Sergio, I’m going to find a way to get through to you, mijo.” Mom reached out her other hand and stroked my cheek with the back of her finger. “You boys can settle your differences for me. Just give him a chance please? For me?”

Viktor smirked.

“We can get along, I think.” He said, smacking her ass with a palm and squeezing it in one motion.

“Ay!” Mom chided, smacking his hand away from her body before turning away to leave.

The two of us were silent as she left, and I got up from the table to pour myself something to drink when he spoke again.

“It is good joke. Little Mexican rat like you thinks he can own piece of ass like her.” He said as he got up from his chair before stretching his arms out.

I stared at the wall next to the fridge.

“In one night I make her mine. Her pussy, her ass? Mine. I fill every hole. I make her drink my semen, and she acts like it is honey. And tonight I will fuck her again. Nice and loud maybe, so you can learn how your mother likes it.”

The plates clattered loudly as he dropped one from his hand and into the sink before he faced me. The sound of mom’s shower running could be heard.

“I will go feed your mother some more cock. Maybe I will feed her asshole too.” He said, making a show of grabbing his bulge through his boxers as he spoke. “That is how your mother likes it, you know. She was always a whore, I think. She just needs a man like me to teach her.”

I squeezed the glass in my hand so hard it could’ve shattered. I could feel every muscle in my body vibrate as blood pumped through my veins as if my heart were an engine, and I stood there weighing the pros and cons of shoving the glass in his eye. Maybe then mom wouldn’t touch him if he looked the same way to her as he did to me.

“Haha! You are shivering like little dog - little rat puppy hungry for his mother’s titties - shivering in the cold!” He said, practically howling with laughter as his shoulders bobbed up and down.

He then slapped me so hard on the back that it nearly knocked the wind out of me before turning to leave. I could hear his footsteps go to mom’s bedroom before the sounds of the water running grew louder for a moment, and quieting again as he entered through the door. I stood there as I felt myself deflating with inadequacy, alone in the kitchen as he was now presumably getting comfortable with my mom in the shower. I made myself a meagre breakfast of toast before dejectedly going back to my room, and when I neared mom’s room from the hallway I could hear wet, slapping sounds and mom’s muffled screams coming from within her bathroom. I could also hear Viktor’s grunting as he was likely pumping her full of cum in that moment. I shut my door.

Life with mom went on as expected, only with coming home from school to an unwelcome guest constantly in our home who she treated more like my brother than a replacement father figure. I can’t say if I preferred this than the alternative, as mom’s constant attempts to make me like him were annoying at best, and excruciating at worst. I figured that at least if he were older, mom wouldn’t be so concerned with making us friends, but it pained me to think someone my age was fucking her. That is, until one afternoon on the internet enlightened me to an unexpected glimmer of hope.

“Individuals suspected of entering the U.S. illegally can be arrested by local or federal law enforcement before being transferred to U.S. Immigration and Customs Enforcement custody.”

I exhaled through my nose. There was no way, and yet. I knew Viktor’s family was poor because based on where he said his house was, he lived in the shittier part of the city. I also knew he didn’t go to school or work, despite what he told my mom. He was some jobless, uneducated hood rat that got by doing who-knows-what, and was now leeching off of my mom. That last thought caused my jaw to involuntarily clench. But could I get him deported? I shook my head softly as I smiled faintly.

“Dinner’s ready, mijo.” Mom said, poking her head through the crack in my door.

“Mhm, gracias mama. I’ll be right there.” I replied, minimizing but not closing the browser on my phone.

I followed mom down the hallway toward the kitchen. She was wearing a thin, frilly dress that ended at her mid-thigh and I admired her long, smooth legs that moved gracefully under her. I was still upset with mom, but it was nigh impossible to stay mad at her with that body. The fabric of her dress bowed out around her plump ass and I could clearly see its shape through her skirt. My tongue almost hung out of my mouth at the sight of her.

“I just made a little lasagna, if that’s okay with you.” She said, reaching behind her to untie the apron she had on and causing her heavy breasts to strain against her blouse.

“That’s fine, mama. Thank you.” I replied, pulling out a chair before sitting at the table to watch her.

Viktor came into the kitchen from the living room, and moved toward her after getting a good look at her from behind and adjusting himself with one hand. He looked at me for a moment and grinned before pressing his face against mom’s neck and pushing his crotch into her backside. Mom didn’t respond, but she craned her head away from him causing her long, wavy hair to drape across her shoulder as she continued plating the food she made for us. Mom pushed him away with one hand on his chest and she placed a plate in front of me. It smelled and looked amazing, but I was more focused on what he was doing to mom.

The two of them were more openly affectionate after our “talk” several days ago, but mom only tentatively answered his affections in front of me; likely because she didn’t want me to see anything too adult. Viktor was the complete opposite, and seeked to torment me by constantly fondling and flirting with mom like they were teenagers. He would only usually stop when mom made him, but with the caveat that she’d give him anything he wanted later that night. When she couldn’t placate him, I was sent to my room while she let him devour and plunder her motherly body right then and there.

I stared at the steam rising from my food while mom giggled softly as Viktor’s hand lifted and disappeared under her skirt. I could see the smooth, tanned flesh of her ass cheek for a moment as he ran his hand along its immaculate surface before his forearm moved and mom’s heels were further apart than her toes. He stepped behind her to block my view but I could tell exactly what he was doing to her, and mom’s stifled little gasps served as further evidence. He lifted his hand up to his nose and inhaled for a moment before he sucked his fingers and whispered to her. Mom groaned before quickly reaching her hand down between them and grabbing at him, preventing him from going back in for seconds. Mom didn’t turn her head to look at him when she whispered.

“Go sit down.” She said, giving him an impatient swat on the crotch with one hand as she plated food with the other.

I was eating my dinner as quietly as possible so that they might forget I was here when Viktor sat down and openly sniffed his fingers.

“Smells good.” He announced, his eyes darting toward me as he smirked.

“It’s just a little lasagna I made. I hope you like it.” Mom replied, smiling as she faced him with a plate in each hand.

Her hips bobbed from one side to the other as she moved toward her chair and I watched as the thin, frilly dress flow out before she sat down. Her bare ass was in the seat and my cock twitched at the thought. Mom adjusted her velvety, brown hair with both hands before daintily picking up a fork and taking a bite of food. The food on the end of her fork disappeared behind her plump lips as her jaw bobbed up and down as she chewed. I was transfixed. Her mouth was a sexual organ. I continued eating while watching mom’s mouth as covertly as possible, paying close attention to her throat when she swallowed and her lips as they wrapped around the prongs of the fork. With Viktor around, it became harder and harder to spy on mom, and my favorite pornstars were always less inspiring than the real thing; this became my foreplay. I watched mom neatly finish her small plate of food before she got up with her and Viktor’s empty plates in each hand. I always loved watching her ass move as she walked, and as she reached toward the cupboard for the bowls, I admired her meaty thighs and the marks the dining chair left on them. I wondered if she would have marks on her ass by the end of this night, too.

“Do you want some dessert, sweetie?” Mom chirped, with a cardboard container of ice cream in her hands.

I raised my voice for a fraction of a second to reply, but Viktor’s was much louder when he accidentally spoke over mine.

“Maybe something to drink too, perhaps?” He said, unaware that he interrupted me.

“Mijo?” She said, looking at me with a small smile across her lips as she waited for my answer.

“Uh, yes please.” I said again, faintly answering mom’s smile with my own.

I was the first one in the living room with a bowl in my lap as I took my seat on the couch. I eagerly awaited mom’s arrival, but the two of them were taking an unusually long time to leave the kitchen and my perverse need to keep tabs on mom demanded I go take a look. However, the moment I sat my bowl down on the coffee table and stood up, I saw Viktor taking mom by the wrist down the hall. Mom’s eyes locked with mine before the corner of a wall broke line of sight.

“I’m just going to go help him with his homework, Sergio.” I heard mom say.

I stood there alone in the living room when I heard mom’s door click shut and the springs of her bed strain as two bodies climbed onto the mattress. Standing motionless for several moments, I despondently took my bowl of ice cream and dumped it in the sink before leaving for my room. My cock ached and my heart yearned to spend more time with mom this evening. I knew she’d be taken from me, but I didn’t know it would happen so early tonight and I sulked on the way to my room before my ears picked up the sounds of their lovemaking. The rhythm at which the bed creaked pulsed desire into my cock, and my perversion had gotten the better of me.

Lying down on the ground next to mom’s bedroom, my ear was directly in line with the bottom opening of the door. I could hear everything as if I were in the room with them; the creaking of the bed frame, mom’s lustful panting, the wet slapping sounds, and Viktor’s hoarse grunting. I frantically pulled my pants down and tugged at my cock as mom’s salacious moaning grew louder and louder. I envisioned what he was doing to her; what they looked like right now. Viktor was likely on top of her, pumping her full of cock as mom squirmed under him as she presented her plump backside to him like an offering of submission.

“Hmph… Take it… Take it… Umph.” I heard him grunt, his debasement likely matching the rhythm of his thrusts into her.

“Take this shit off.” He continued, the rhythm of their lovemaking pausing for a moment.

I turned my head toward the bedroom door and the corner of my eye could just barely see the carpet. Mom’s dress was thrown onto the floor and lay crumpled in a small pile in front of me; the bed started creaking again. Mom’s moaning turned into whining and squealing as Viktor’s grunting became more gruff and animalistic and I struggled to contain the noise of my own laborious breathing as I grew closer and closer to orgasm. I resolved to only cum when Viktor had, but his stamina was apparently far beyond mine as I contended with my desire to climax to mom’s lewd noises. I knew I couldn’t pleasure her as well as he could if I had the chance, but this didn’t stop me from trying my best to build the stamina and discipline. I had to be able to perform for her, even in my fantasies. I wasn’t content until I knew I could make her cum if I had the chance. My shaking hand released my shaft as it flexed impatiently; my dick on the brink of orgasm. Their voices competed with one another in volume as the rhythm of the creaking increased its pace; he was close to cumming. Suddenly, mom’s moans became clearer and I realized that in whatever position they were in, mom’s face was now pointed toward the door and my cock twitched at the thought of locking eyes with her as she was being defiled. Her breath escaping past her lips was like a siren song, an immoral chorus hounding me toward orgasm. My mother’s loving voice had always commanded me effortlessly, I was her creation, and yet now as it dripped with desire, the lewd whining and groaning of her throat as she was being plundered, commanded me to cum. I grit my teeth as my cock intended to obey the commands she was unaware she was giving me in her throes of passion, and she finally gasped.

“Ay… Ah!” Mom choked out a squeal.

Viktor grunted loudly and the bed stopped creaking save for a few, loud and deliberate cracks as he presumably bucked violently into her like a stud breeding its mare. Mom was silent and I could only hear his panting until he slowly climbed off of her, from what I could gather by the bed frame’s creaking. I panicked for a moment when I saw a pair of feet on the carpet until they began moving toward mom’s bathroom. No other noise from mom’s bed could be heard and I knew she was left lying there after Viktor had done what he wanted to her; I listened closely for her breathing. The toilet flushed and there was more creaking of the bed springs as he presumably climbed back on and a loud, sharp smack could be clearly heard. Mom gasped. Another smack. Mom whined. Several moments of silence were followed by kissing noises, which then gave way to a slow rhythm again by the bed frame.

“Mm. You do it.” I heard him say.

The bed groaned under the weight of shifting bodies and after a moment of silence, I could hear a breathy gasp from the both of them before the room was filled with their lovemaking once more. I listened to mom’s moans as sucking noises invaded my ears, and I reached for my cock when I realized my abdomen was already covered in cum. I went to work massaging my flaccid cock back to life as I pictured what mom looked like on top; if she was squatting over him with her delicious, full tits hanging in front of his face or if she was leaned back and grinding her crotch into him as she bucked her hips with his cock sheathed inside her. Whatever position they were in, she was apparently working his cock like a pro as the wet sounds from her pussy were sounding sloppier and sloppier.

I went to bed that night with my balls empty as the sounds of mom getting her hole churned open by thick, white cock permeated through the house. My face was illuminated by the light of my phone and I pulled the browser back up.

“Fucking whore! Uh, fuck!” Viktor’s muffled voice carried easily across the silent house.

1-866-555-2423

I slept that night with butterflies in my stomach. I awoke the next morning to my phone vibrating my morning alarm, and as I got up from bed to get ready for school I could hear mom’s shower running. She was moaning like a whore. I shrugged my backpack onto my shoulder and left the house, determined to put an end to this nightmare and retake the woman I love.

During my lunch break I finally built up the courage to call the number and was anxious to hear another person’s voice on the line. I answered their questions as calmly and collectedly as possible, feeling as if I were committing a crime.

“And your name, sir?” The person asked.

“O-oh, my name? I thought you guys wouldn’t need my information.” I replied, scared out of my wits at the question.

“We need your name in case we have to contact you in the future.”

“Ah, alright. My name is Sergio Dominguez.” I said as clearly as possible in my exuberant state.

When the call ended I was almost giddy with excitement. Fear commanded considerable space in my heart, but I brushed it off as thoughts of my life together with mom played out before me. We’ll finally be free - I’ll finally be free. Once he’s separated from mom by forces out of my control, she and I can go back to the loving family we were before. She’ll be distraught, surely, but perhaps I could console her the way a real man would and mom would see me as something more. Fantasies plagued me the entire day until I got home, and I struggled to contain my excitement for the near future as I stepped through the house.

Slurp. Suck. Slurp.

After all this time, and countless restless nights with mom swimming through my dreams like a mermaid, I finally saw it. Mom’s panties were pulled to the side and I could easily see that she was cleanly shaven, save for a thin strip of neatly trimmed hair above her pussy. It looked like a small, wet flower - this sacred place that gave me life. I almost flinched as a dainty, manicured hand appeared from the darkness to rub her clitoris at a feverish pace, inches from my head. I eagerly pumped my cock with my fist as my gaze was locked onto this place of delicate femininity. This - most holiest of places on my mother’s body. The part of her she would never let me see in the past and would never dare show me in the future. In this moment, we were alone together. Her smooth, brown vulva quivered as she rotated her finger tips at a blinding speed; the stark white color of her French nails swirling in circles as her flower glistened with inviting arousal. I could feel my own tongue escape my mouth in an attempt to taste her; I was left panting like a dog while mom practically taunted me with it.

I glanced up at the part where the two of them were joined, and I could see Viktor’s shaft flexing and pulsing as his thrusts slowed to a crawl. He leaned forward on top of mom and I watched as his ball sack tighten as mom’s warm, wet hole squeezed in response. They gasped for air, unmoving as I felt hot cum pouring over my fist. I involuntarily licked my lips as I carefully watched mom’s pussy subtly clench and relax several times - she was cumming. The smell of their sex filled the car with a sweaty, lurid aroma that made me feel drunk, and if I knew I could get away with it, I would’ve leaned forward and planted a kiss right on mom’s wet lips as they were now. She was beautiful despite what little, or how much of her, I could see in this moment. She was neither creature nor woman; like a sleeping goddess her body moved slowly underneath Viktor’s as her hand receded back into the darkness of the car. When their bodies began to stir again I quickly resumed acting asleep as I listened to them rearrange themselves in the back seat. I felt mom’s breath on my neck as she presumably leaned forward to check that I was still sleeping. A part of me dared to turn and kiss her on the lips. That part of me would go unanswered.

After almost actually falling asleep, I stirred awake and shifted in my seat to look at them. They were cuddling now with Viktor’s hands resting on mom’s curves as she lay in his arms; I could see mom’s eyes looking at me.

“You have a nice nap, mi amor?” She said, her voice nearly a moan with how sultry it had sounded.

“Yeah.” I whispered, inspecting the coat that was spread across me like a blanket.

I lifted it off of me, while making sure I was fully clothed underneath, and attempted to hand it back to her while sitting up.

“Um, thanks, mama. Here you go.” I murmured sleepily.

The aroma of mom’s perfume escaped the fabric of her coat and wafted through the small car, mixing with the humid fragrance of their lustful debauchery. Mom almost looked drunk, her hand lazily reaching toward me as if it were a puppet’s hanging by a string. I wondered if she was always this relaxed after sex, and I studied her, fascinated by mom’s freshly-fucked state of serenity. She was so sultry and sensual this way, lying across the backseat of the car in front of Viktor as if she was a newly broken-in sex slave having finally accepted her fate.

I wanted to be her man - her master. In some sick way, I gleaned satisfaction from Viktor’s supposed victory over me, knowing I was going to be responsible for all of it coming to an end soon.

“Enjoy it while it lasts.” I thought, as I watched the last scenes of the movie with waning interest.

The rest of the night was markedly less entertaining as I essentially played third wheel to their flirtatious date night and that mom’s invitation likely had been something of a knee-jerk distraction tactic after all. I felt completely out of place, as if I suddenly had nothing in common with even my own mom. I cared little however. I began to feel more and more like a dangerous beast whom the two of them had kept locked away for far too long. I patiently waited for the day I could exact my revenge and take back what was stolen from me. Mom would be mine again, and she would learn to love me - properly.

Every night Viktor spent with mom was punctuated with the creaking of her bedframe and their chorus of immoral grunts and moans that would seemingly last until the morning. During the days she would almost baby him, his every need apparently having a higher priority to her than my own - her son. He would always come up with the most paltry of excuses to be alone with mom, and seemingly beyond reasonable thought, she was always eager to oblige him. She indulged him. His every fantasy, his every whim and wish, all of it. The lurid noises that I learned mom capable of haunted me every evening, and oftentimes during the day as well. I was only able to cling to my sanity enough to stave off the darker parts of my mind, as despite knowing that Viktor’s days with her were numbered, I felt that the day couldn’t come soon enough. I wanted her, I wanted her alone. I needed her for myself and my body felt as if I were going through withdrawals each day as what little attention I received from mom only left me fiending for more as she fawned over him like he was her own son. A son she kissed, a son she loved, a son she stroked and licked and peppered with kisses.

My heart felt as if it had twisted itself into a knot when I saw her stroking his hair as his head lay against her wide, plump backside like it were a pillow. He inhaled and kissed her cheeks and thighs and she only seemed to lazily encourage his behavior by continuously running her fingers across his head. Mom saw me watching them but did little to recoup her modesty - her long lashes merely cast downwards, away from my judgemental gaze. If she hadn’t still fed me and told me she loved me, I would have believed that she was ignoring me. I knew she just didn’t want to deal with my feelings for her. I continued to watch them and their foreplay for as long as my jealousy would allow before I retreated into the solitude of my room.

The humiliation within me welled up whenever Viktor brought up my race - my skin color. I wanted to be the man that mom needed in her life, someone to make her an animal. It was becoming more and more difficult to fill that inviting hole in her warm life; it was becoming impossible to rationalize myself into it. I wasn’t big enough, tall enough, handsome enough. Viktor was everything she needed, he knew everything about her; how she liked it, how deep she took it, how hard she wanted it, all of it. I knew mom was a size queen, but it would only get my hot blood pumping when I pictured my own rigid, veiny root churning her warm, wet insides the way nature had intended. Yet it was just a stupid dream. I knew she preferred his bulging, red cock and all of the gnarled veins that adorned it. It looked disgusting, but the fat pole he used to plunder mom was apparently the thing she needed. I only clung to the hope that she still wanted me, in some small way.

I was walking back from school one day when my heart fluttered in my chest - vans, and a police car. Fear and excitement both vied for control over me as blood pumped through my arteries at an incredible rate, my whole world seemingly a blur around me with adrenaline flooding my nervous system.

“This is it. This is it!” I thought, my mind almost manic with glee as I raced toward the already-opened front door.

Mom standing with her hand over her mouth and Viktor’s slumped shoulders were the first things my eyes landed on when I lunged through the threshold into our house. He had a paper in one hand as he spoke to a couple officers when his face turned to look at me.

“There he is.” Viktor said, motioning with one hand toward me.

I didn’t know whether to smile or frown when everyone in the living room looked at me as if I were in the wrong place. Did they know I was responsible for this? Did Viktor know? A part of me would’ve wanted him to know it was me, in the end, but I would be lying if I said I didn’t feel uneasy in this moment. That is, until mom’s angry face gave me mixed feelings of warm familiarity, satisfaction, and guilt. She tore through the officers and screamed at me in Spanish while slapping me on every part of my head and face she could reach. It was somewhat exciting to know that mom knew it was me, and one of the officers pulled her away from me when I heard her begin to sob. My heart instantly sank.

“You monster! You little bastard! Why? Why are you like this?” Mom screamed, as she choked on her tears.

The female officer led her away from me outside and one of the other ones approached me. His uniform bulged from his pudgy weight, the dark blue fabric pulled tightly over his stomach and the first thing I noticed was the smell of deodorant and mint gum when he spoke.

“Are you Sergio Dominguez?”

“I am.” I said cautiously, quickly growing unsure of what to make of the situation.

“Do you know what you just did?” He asked, the inflection of his voice causing alarm to well up within me.

“No, what?” I said tentatively, fear now having won out over my other feelings.

“You called us, the sheriff’s department, and the immigration office to come check out this gentleman here.” The officer motioned toward Viktor who was staring straight-faced at me with unfolded documents still pinched in his hand. “And as it turns out, he’s a citizen of the United States. He’s even got his documents there.”

I swallowed hard - my eyes straining against the back of the papers in Viktor’s hand as if the light casting through it could make the backwards lettering readable. I was silent and the officer took it as his cue to continue when mom and the female officer reentered the house with a look of unequaled, but restrained fury across mom’s soaked face, tears still welling up in her beautiful eyes before streaming down her cheeks.

“Now we’re willing to let you off with a warning since you’re young and your mother shouldn’t have to deal with it, but normally we’d haul you off to the station for wasting our time.” The officer continued. “I think we’re done here.”

The handful of police officers and state workers filed out of the house and I felt my stomach sink as if I had swallowed an iron ball. Mom’s immaculate face was contorted with such rage and disgust she couldn’t bare to even look at me. I stared at the carpet and waited for her to speak.

“Pack your things. Get out.” She finally said, every word sounding as if she was on the brink of screaming at me.

I didn’t know what I could’ve possibly said to her in this moment, but my words involuntarily left my mouth in my panic.

“But mama-”

“Go!” Mom shouted. “Voy a llamar a tus abuelos. You’re going to go stay with them.”

Mom was going to send me to my grandparent’s house, and my heart raced as panic created a haze in my mind. I couldn’t let Viktor win, I couldn’t leave her alone with him. Tears blinded me as my voice croaked a wordless noise from my throat as I struggled to put my feelings into words. There were a thousand things I wanted to say to her, a million facets to my feelings I still needed to share with her. I couldn’t let it end like this.

“Mama, I love you.” I said, my breathing competing with the tears I was choking back as I spoke.

“No Sergio, you don’t love me. You’re sick. You need help, and most of all, you need to get away from me.” Mom shook her head as she glared at me through teary eyes, her arms cradled around herself as she stormed away from me and into her bedroom.

I was left sobbing in the living room, having collapsed to my knees as guilt and regret wracked my body and mind. None of it was worth it; I should have never risked her. I gambled and lost, and I knew I might never see mom again. Then Viktor hit me - again and again and again. His punches didn’t hurt, and I made no attempts to defend myself save for when I could feel my brain colliding with the inside of my skull. He spat on me and said things I couldn’t understand before he neatly folded the paper he had and followed mom down the hall. I don’t know how long I had spent there, collapsed on the living room carpet as my body struggled to digest all that I was feeling. The frigid night air blew through me and I could feel it in my bones as I stumbled to my feet, struggling to maintain my balance as I assume Viktor had given me a minor concussion earlier. I felt no life return to my body and it was as if each limb were weighed down as my feet trudged toward my bedroom door. I just wanted to go to sleep. I just wanted to go to my room. If my body could make it, I was comfortable being alone there until the end of time.

The immoral sounds coming from mom’s bedroom were far louder than usual and the door had been left open as Viktor was pumping mom full of his seed in his victory over me. He defeated me, and was now conquering her, one hungry thrust at a time. The rhythm of their wet bodies colliding each time he bucked against her filled the entire house and mom made no attempt to hide her abundant pleasure and was uttering a cacophony of lewd grunts and impatient moans as her insides were rearranged by Viktor’s fat, red pole. She sounded like an animal. They both did.

I turned away and felt the hot tears streaming down my face quickly become ice cold as they evaporated in the night air. A dreamless night took me when my mind exhausted itself from tormenting me with what had happened today. I cried myself to sleep.

With only a scarce, few hours of rest I shot awake when mom suddenly opened my door and barked an order at me. My mind in its sleep-deprived state only made out the word, “abuelos.” My grandparents were here to pick me up, and a part of me felt like it had died. I piled what clothes I could into a duffle bag before stepping out of my room and inhaling the unfamiliar air that instilled fear within me. I felt as if I were on death row, walking toward my execution.

With my belongings hanging heavily on one shoulder, I tentatively glanced at mom one final time as the two of them stood next to one another in the kitchen. Mom was wearing a sheer negligee and high heels with her arms crossed as she stood against the counter looking at me.

“You want to ruin things for me? Pinche pendejo a ver si sigues con tus mamadas.” Mom practically spat her words out as she glared at me.

And almost as if the two of them had rehearsed it, Viktor dropped to his knees and spread mom’s ass and lapped at her hole like a dog - hungrily licking her butthole and pussy from behind as she continued to stare me down with a scowl.

“You like what you see, Sergio? Get a good look. This’ll be the last you’ll ever get.” Her plush lips curled into a frown as she shot daggers through her eyes.

My cock lurched in my pants and the uncomfortable position it was in caused me to hunch forward in pain, my rigid arousal quickly becoming unmanageable.

“Look at you, you’re disgusting. You’re getting hard for your own mother. Get out of my house!” Mom shouted, the volume of her voice competing with the wet slobbering sounds Viktor was making from her backside.

My grandfather, my father’s dad, was sitting in the driver’s seat of their old car with the passenger door open. I didn’t want him to see me crying and I was practically limping across the front lawn as my erection was painfully rigid in my pants; the image of mom still fresh in my mind. After some brief pleasantries, I watched as my grandfather pulled the car away from the curb, his gaze pointed at the road ahead. My eyes drifted to the front window of our house as I longingly looked for any sign of my mom, and there she was. Her face was contorted in either pain or lust as a fist held her by the hair from behind as her body was rocked violently. Tears streamed down my face and my cock throbbed hungrily, longingly.

The first night at my grandparent’s house was a sleepless one. The dusty old bed casting clouds of tiny threads into the air as the moonlight shown through the bedroom window reminded me of home. I had spent the entire night relentlessly tugging my erection to the knowledge that mom was pleasuring Viktor’s cock right at this very moment. He was feasting on her like a beast finally having caught its prey. He devoured her flesh; the soft, meaty, heart-shaped prize being spread open as the pale-skinned animal sank its teeth into her. He would lap at her wet, suckling holes like I imagined he would.

That dream I had of us together, so long ago was finally finished. I would never catch mom before something else could. I couldn’t protect her, and I couldn’t make her love me. She was someone else’s mom now, and despite what my mind and my heart felt about it, my cock had eagerly accepted it. I could only play pretend now, in the safety of my own mind, miles and miles away from the woman I loved. But even in my dreams I could never have her.