Hello, this is fearless wretch with another story. This patron has no qualms about anonymity and goes by the name, "uglyfucker." They commissioned this story and are generously sharing it with you. A .pdf file of the entire story can be found at the bottom of this first post, and you may need to be logged in to see it.
The story involves: race play, corruption, defeat, mom/son incest vibes, and humiliation.
Everyone involved in the story is 18+.
Enjoy.
She was graceful; bounding on long, lithe legs. My heart pounded in my chest like an engine, pumping cold blood through my arteries as the bottoms of my feet collided with the pavement below. Every pound of fatty muscle on her body jiggled tantalizingly in front of me; as if she were taunting me with every salacious movement of her buxom, athletic body. We raced, as we always did. I could never catch her but I was always content with chasing her. We were always alone, her and I, with no one else I had to compete against, no one else I had to fend off. She giggled as she turned her head toward me and smiled; her eyes catching the misty, morning sunlight like diamonds.
Her smiling face shone brighter to me than the sunrise, and despite my freezing aches and pains screaming for reprieve my feet never stopped. I drank in lung-fulls of frigid air as we played; my mind carefree and my heart overflowing with love for her as we galloped like two deers in a glade. The distance between us grew and the sounds of her laughter began to fade. I tried to call out to her but my lungs were empty and my muscles were burning when I saw it. A figure tall and muscular emerged and chased after her. She must have thought it was me still behind her, the footsteps she could hear belonging to that of her beloved son, and not those of this imposing, mysterious predator bounding after her.
In my distress I ran after her, calling out to her with my ragged, breathless voice. Her bare buttocks wobbled as she pranced like a prize on a string as the pale, muscular figure gained on her with a primal fury in his movements. They rounded the corner far ahead of me after my mother continued to squeal and giggle. My body failed me and I could do nothing but frantically drink in air as my entire body throbbed in pain; mom’s distant, playful laughter falling silent. Alarms rang in my head and my feet pounded the pavement with a frenzy as I exerted the last of my energy through my legs, the silence deafening me as my heart fluttered with fear in my chest. As I grew closer and closer to the bend in the trail I could hear her moaning, panting, coupled with the sounds of flesh being slapped and the hoarse grunting of a man. The chorus of immoral lust filling my ears moments before I blinked. My head shot up and I inhaled sharply before mom glanced over at me as she drove.
“You sleep okay, sweetie?” She asked.
I nodded sleepily as my mind struggled to process what just happened, and I turned to look out the window. I sighed with relief. We were moving, mom and I, and she took me with her so we could live closer to her work. The news was a blessing, despite mom delivering it to me with trepidation; she thought I was like most people my age and didn’t like moving. She had no clue I was over the moon when she told me we’d be leaving my old school behind, my old life, and that she was taking me with her, far and away from those that tormented me. My mother was always beautiful, and this always created problems. She was about as tall as I was, but practically dwarfed me in size with her wide hips, meaty thighs, and plump breasts filling out her ample, lightly-tanned body. I was scrawny and lanky; few could see the resemblance in us, but I didn’t care. She was my mom, and despite her beauty, she was the kindest and most forgiving woman I knew.
Too forgiving at times perhaps, when even the others from school forced me to take them home so they could ogle her, and she thought they were my friends. They taunted me constantly at school, and bullied me into letting them lap their eyes all over her as she did housework when I was home. This wasn’t all I had to endure as well, as my mother enjoyed the attention from many different men everywhere, and was almost constantly at the center of it wherever we went. I grew jealous, and protective of her over time, but could do little to stop them should she occasionally invite one of them over to spend the night.
“We’re here, mijo!” Mom said excitedly as she parked the rental van.
We stepped out and looked at our new home, and for a moment, I felt a glimmer of hope that I could finally live a peaceful life with mom. She smiled warmly at me and I could feel myself beginning to blush. She put her wavy, brown hair in a ponytail and unlocked the padlock before opening the van, revealing a small mountain of furniture from our old house. I was exhausted just looking at it, and my mother quickly went to work carrying it into our new home. Her curvy body was put to use as her almost stoutly form flexed and bended under the weight of every box she carried; beads of sweat forming on her immaculate, tanned skin as she worked. I could scarcely maintain her pace and before long I had to make the decision to stop before my body gave out.
My mom was inside the house when I sat on the pavement and caught my breath. The sun was high in the sky and the quiet suburban atmosphere was peaceful. I barely made out the faint, mechanical clicking of a bicycle before I turned my head and collided with a wheel and my brain rattled in my skull. I was still seeing stars when a boy’s voice could be heard.
“You nearly bent my fuckin’ wheel!”
As my vision returned to me I looked up from the ground to see a boy roughly my age with white skin and short, blonde hair hunched over, inspecting a bike.
“What the fuck were you doing there?” He said, in a thick, Russian accent.
I could barely croak out a response before he pivoted to look at me.
“If you broke my fucking bike, I’ll fuck you up.” His blue eyes leering in anger as he spoke.
My head was still throbbing when I could hear my mom’s voice from the front door.
“Who’s this, mijo? Did you make a new friend already?” Mom asked as she stepped across the lawn to meet us.
I was looking at her but I could clearly see from the corner of my eye that the Russian boy’s gaze was fixated on her as well. Mom gasped and bent down low toward me with my face in her hands.
“Oh, mijo, what happened to you?” She pleaded in her worried, motherly voice.
I glanced over at the Russian boy and saw his eyes running down and up, and back down over mom from behind, and I swallowed hard.
“I- uh.” I stuttered.
“I was letting him ride my bike.” He stammered out.
Mom turned her head to him and smiled before looking back to me and brushing her fingers softly across my forehead. She was squatting in front of me with her knees apart and I could tell she was inadvertently giving this guy a show as she tended to me; licking a tissue in her hand before gently rubbing my forehead. Her ample buttocks and thighs straining against the material of her yoga pants as she fawned over my injury.
“He fell over the handlebars and hit his face against the wheel when the bike stopped.” The boy continued.
I don’t know why I didn’t dispute him. Perhaps it was my injury that rattled my brain, or my innate fear of boys my age as some form of post traumatic stress, but I remained silent before mom decided I was done helping her for now.
“Are you moving? I could help you move your things.” He said hesitantly, unsure of what my mom would say.
“Oh that’s alright mijo. What would people think if I took boys off the street to move my things for me?” She laughed softly as she spoke.
“It’s nothing. I can move everything no problem!” He announced proudly in his thick accent.
Mom beamed at him and placed a hand on one of his broad shoulders before leading him behind the rental van. She showed him the furniture we hadn’t moved yet, but his stare was fixated on her wide ass.
“So do you think you can handle this?” Mom asked, with her hands on her hips.
“Oh, I think I can.” He said, as he rearranged his dick in his shorts with his hand.
“I’m Maria by the way. Maria Dominguez, and that’s my son, Sergio.” She said, before offering her hand.
“I’m Viktor, it’s nice to meet you.” He replied, taking her tiny hand in the same one he rearranged himself with..
I looked down at the asphalt when the two of them disappeared into the back of the van before reappearing with boxes and furniture in their hands. Viktor looked strong, stronger than mom, yet was always slightly slower than her at leaving the van or the house, and trailed just behind her to ogle her backside. His eyes were practically glued to her buttocks at every possible moment, and before long, mom’s outfit was almost drenched with sweat. Her golden skin glistened with sweat as her blouse revealed more than I was comfortable with during their exertions. On more than one occasion I watched him carefully as he eyed her hungrily like she was a piece of meat as she bent low and flexed high with her shapely body jiggling with every movement. I could scarcely keep up with their pace, and the two of them appeared from out of the van with mom’s huge mattress in their hands.
“I can help with that mama.” I said, already feeling inadequate.
“It’s okay sweetheart, I’ve got it.” She hummed, before carefully guiding herself backwards through the threshold of the front door.
I followed them, ready to attend to my mother the moment she needed my meager help, but they practically glided up the stairs with how strong Viktor was. I could tell my mom was both pleased and relieved to have this kind of help. When the three of us made it to mom’s bedroom, they dropped the mattress down onto the box spring with an exhausted sigh of relief and mom wearily kicked the mattress straight with one leg. It must have been heavier than I thought, as she had to instead lean forward and push it with her hands as Viktor shoved it with both knees using a thrusting motion. I don’t know if it was my paranoia or my perversion, but in that moment what they were doing was not unlike sex; with my mom bent over grunting as he bucked his hips forward with the bed creaking into place. I felt my cock stir and took a step away as mom sighed in satisfaction at their hard work. Viktor looked at her buttocks with the corner of his eye.
“That should do it, mijo. Thank you again for your help.” She said as she fanned her face with her hand.
“It’s nothing, Mrs. Dominguez, really.” He admitted, leaning forward with his arms apart to hug her.
“Oh I’m too sweaty, mijo!” She pleaded before leaning toward him and wrapping her arms around his wide chest.
“It’s good! It’s good for you!” He declared, flexing his arms sarcastically as mom giggled.
I could feel my stomach turning as I watched him flirt with her, and went away toward the myriad boxes that had all of our possessions. Mom walked him toward the front door as they spoke and I pretended to be busy unpacking.
“Are you hungry Viktor?” She asked him, before turning to me. “You want to get something to eat, mijo?”
“I am- little hungry.” He said with a smirk that made my mom smile.
“Yeah.” I said dejectedly, while looking away from them.
“Let’s go get something to eat.” Mom announced, her keys jingling in her hand.
Viktor briefly placed his hand on the small of my mom’s back as he guided her through the front door before I followed the two of them out. I made my way toward the rental van before I turned my head to see him waiting for her as she locked the front door. His head went down and back up, before going back down and resting his gaze on her sweaty backside.
“I have to return the van and get our car, and then we can go grab something.” She said as the two of them walked toward the van.
“Your son- he doesn’t drive?” Viktor spoke as he picked up his bike.
Mom glanced up at me and smiled weakly.
“Oh, no he doesn’t. Not yet anyway.” She replied.
“Can I leave my bike here?” He asked, walking his bike toward the side of our house.
“Of course, mijo. This is a good neighborhood, right?” She said as she closed the back of the van and locked it.
I climbed in before Viktor and sat in between the two of them the entire drive. Despite being in the middle, I felt practically invisible as the two of them talked about the area, places to eat, and sights to see. Mom was always sociable, but I wished with every fiber of my being that she wasn’t with every question Viktor asked about her, with each little detail about her becoming known to him. I felt violated as this complete stranger who struck me with his bike suddenly made a space for himself in our life. He forced himself onto us. Onto my mom. I felt a growing weight in my chest as it felt like my old life all over again; fending off countless guys away from mom without her knowledge. I could barely stand to look at him and each time I did I was struck with the same feeling of dread I felt when the worst of my tormentors conquered my mom.
It was a Saturday night when three guys from school were watching a movie with us in our living room. My mom had too much to drink that evening and was both on the receiving end of constant flirtatious remarks, and minutes from passing out. The bathrobe she wore over her nightgown fell open at one point and the guys could clearly see her breasts in her short, velvety dress and that it had ridden up to her hips, revealing her bare legs and buttocks clad in a frilly, pink thong. I wanted to cry out to her but the three of them had threatened me several times beforehand, and would likely beat me senseless again had I warned her. I was frozen in terror and anticipation when mom announced she was going to bed, and the three of them made a show of hugging and kissing her goodnight. When she bent low to kiss my forehead, they each took a look up her gown and one of them even lifted it up for a better view. Two of them elbowed the biggest and oldest among us, David, to follow my mom to her bedroom.
I remember the feeling of the cold blood in my clammy hands when I saw the look on their faces, their devious grins, as he closed her bedroom door behind him. One of them muted the television as the other crept up to put his ear to the door, and after a few moments of silence we could hear some murmuring on the other side. Mom squealed and I shot up to my feet but froze in place. Mom moaned and the telltale sounds of spanking could be heard followed by the creaking of her bed, as if weight was being shifted around. More smacking sounds of different timings rang out from the other side of the door as well as my mother’s gasps and squeaks. They were both at the door now with their ears pressed up against it when the bed creaked again, and was then followed by more, steadier, rhythmic sounds from her mattress. I fell to my knees and nearly fainted when the sounds picked up a faster pace and were accented with fleshy slaps and lustful moans from mom. One of them opened the door and through the narrow opening I could see David’s wet, red cock glistening as he rammed my mother from behind with a hunger in his eyes. Her bare, tanned buttocks rippling under his assault as he bucked his hips greedily against her. I broke down into tears when the two filmed her with their phones as they tugged at their dicks; the worst among them eagerly defiling my drunken mom as she moaned like a whore while he churned her warm, wet hole with his fat root. I had to endure hours of listening to the sounds of my tormentor repeatedly conquering my loving mother again and again well after she passed out.
The morning after was just as horrible as the night before as I remember waking up to the sounds of my mom’s bed creaking spastically. David having apparently decided to wake my mom up for breakfast the only way he knew how, and the sounds of mom getting her breeding hole pumped full of cock filled the house. For months I was subjected to ridicule from everyone, and had to ignore David paying my mom visits whenever she let her guard down. Eventually she broke up with him, but this inadvertently caused me to suffer worse punishment at their hands, and my mom was none the wiser. I endured their beatings, their torture for my mother’s sake. I wanted her to think I was strong; that I was capable of withstanding anything. I wanted her to see me as a man, but I knew that I was naive. And foolish.
We reached the place where mom rented the van, and Viktor and I waited outside as she went in. The silence was palpably uncomfortable, but was soon broken.
“Your mother- she is single?” Viktor asked.
I stared angrily at him without moving my head to face him and didn’t reply.
“If your mother is single, I will fuck her. I will fuck her good, I think.” He said as he stroked his chin, looking through the glass doors to stare at her.
I remained silent as the both of us looked longingly at her backside from where we stood.
“I will fuck her fat ass, and you won’t get in my way. You get in my way? I will fuck you up.” He continued, while turning to look back at me.
He towered over me. I was lanky and scrawny, but he was tall and muscular for his age. The only indication of his youth betrayed by his boyish face and square jaw. I couldn’t stand to look at him.
“Okay, you boys ready?” Mom asked, as she exited the building.
“Ready for a good meal.” Viktor said, making a show of patting his stomach as he stared at her lecherously.
Mom passed him and led us to her car. We were both concentrating on the way her ass wobbled in her yoga pants that we hardly heard what she said before she turned around and asked us again.
“Did you hear me?”
I blinked hard before clearing my throat, “Sorry, what?”
“I asked if you wanted Mexican. Viktor, do you like Mexican food?” She asked, looking at each of us.
“Mexican? Oh I love Mexican.” He said, kissing his fingertips sarcastically.
Mom gave him her warm, motherly smile before she got into the car. I wanted to sit next to her in front, but I didn’t want to make a scene with Viktor having already decided and I sat in the back behind him. Mom’s ample buttocks and thighs filled her seat deliciously and I could tell he was drinking in the sight at every moment he could get away with it. They wobbled and jiggled with every step of the brake, and his erection was beginning to grow visibly in his shorts before he conveniently hid it underneath the containers of food. We came back home and ate at the table in our empty kitchen, and Viktor continued disarming my mom with fond exchanges. After a long and painful dinner with our uninvited guest, he left despite his protests and continued offers of help. Thankfully mom was too polite to take advantage of his premeditated kindness, and shooed him out the door. What I could do without however was seeing her kiss him on the cheek goodbye before he left. I grimaced at my food and I felt like I wanted to puke.
“He was nice, wasn’t he?” Mom asked as she tiptoed back to the table.
“Yeah, I guess. It was his fault I got hurt you know.” I said, practically scowling with disgust.