Make a Wish Epilogue
George felt his flip-phone tingle in his jean pocket during the half -day mark at school, sending a little blood rushing to his penis. He silently pulled out his crummy phone , immediately noticing it was a text from his mother: 'Melanie'. His voluptuous Colombian mother had recently all but renounced her loving affection for him...on the day he found out his father had died. George had no friends at school..his life was a struggle as it was before..now it was a living nightmare. His anxiety levels and his nerves had been on high alert since just yesterday, where it felt as if he had lost his father and his mother as well, on the very same day.He felt sick to his stomach, he could hardly eat at lunch break.George braced himself and read the text's contents from 'Melanie'.
"Hi, my loser son. You'll have to walk home from the bus-stop today, and every other day, from now on ;) . I don't have the time to pick you up anymore, you know."
He didn't know..but in some ways..he did. George stifled back his tears.
George sighed. Another text buzzed into his phone, secretly kept under the cover of his desk. His eyes widened, heart race soared up, he began to sweat. It was a photo of his mom's fat brown dumper, covered in a thick white fluid of what could only be Jack's jizzum. His phone slipped from his sweaty palms and landed at Patty's boots. Patty was an above average height, blonde girl, one year older than him, and the captain of the volleyball squad. She always teased George with a mean spirited disdain. She nudged his phone closer to her with her ugg-boots clad foot and snatched it before he could. He , in horror, watched her read the accompanying text too "Oh my god...is this your mom?!" she waved the phone to her close circle of girl-friends around her, and they all began to laugh.
Suddenly,their female math teacher, who none of them had noticed had been witnessing the display of events, Henrietta Washington, took the phone from Patty and merely shook her head. "Porno Georgie?..During school?" she shook her head and confiscated the phone, not having read the text, not realizing it was the boy's own mother. Everyone laughed, now everyone had more reasons to ostracize George, the boy who got caught with big brown ass milf porn on his phone. "Detention, 1 hour" she'd say, walking down the aisle in her beige skirt. She had an ass like his mother's but she was a few years older as well. George felt so utterly humiliated and this feeling didn't subside in the hours that passed. His ill feelings didn't subside in the least as he waited down the excruciating minutes for his detention to end.His teacher Mrs.Henriette gave him a note to sign " give this to your mother ,have her sign it" saying what he had done wrong, and why he was kept in detention. She didn't even have time to properly discipline George, as she cut his detention early and left herself, telling him to stay by himself until the full hour was up.
There was a blizzard of a snowstorm outside to boot. George braced himself and started the long trudge home.
George finally arrived home, having missed the bus because of detention, and noticed no one was home, all the lights were off. He was too depressed to even cry anymore, let alone do his homework. He went straight to his room, without even turning on so much as a single light, and collapsed face first in his bed.
George awoke in the dead of the night to the noises that accompanied large shifts of weight in a small bed. The metal bars of the dual-decker bed frame he and his bully now "shared" were hitting the walls repeatedly with a soft thud,the frame screeching, the mattress springs creaking. He had no idea what time it was, he sat up in bed. And above all of that, flesh smacking flesh. George's mind went to the body of Jack, his pale,scrawny body's skin sliding and chaffing against his mother's form. The noises of Jake making passionate love to his mother's ample,meaty flesh were undeniable to his ears now. Expanding, slurping,and schlicking , slick with moisture.Finally his eyes began to adjust to the darkness. That's when he felt something strange circulate around his neck, some kind of a belt..he looked down..wrapped around his neck was unmistakably his mom's belt. His body lifted itself up into the air , from his neck. George's hands shot to his neck, he was croaking for air..the belt relaxed a little, before immediately growing taut again, sending him higher off his bed again, hanging him slowly as he was pulled higher and higher up the bed. He was choking to death, they were choking him from up above.
That's when George awoke. It had all been a dream. As he looked up, he felt it, the bunk bed was shaking. They were in fact, having sex, and it wasn't a dream this time. He couldn't see much, especially without his glasses. Something had fallen next to him..cloth..no..a piece of clothing..a tank-top..wrinkled and worn...Then another item fallen, right on his nose. He whisked it off immediately. A condom lay beside him now...used..drooling out a wet,thick substance.George hid his head under his pillow and prayed he could fall back asleep soon.\
George woke up and laid still as a brick. He wished he could run away, but he was totally reliant on his mother..he was stuck with her..and her abusiveness. He heard creaking from above..saw one long,powerful brown leg, then the other, slowly make its way down the ladder. He watched her mid-section, well rounded and shapely, then her two breasts slowly panned into his vision from the top of the screen, heavy, brown milk-juggs, with darker areolas in the center capped off with thick gumdrop sized nipples...He couldn't help but be aroused, despite his face looking red from all the crying he had done, his cheeks still reddened from the sobs and his pillow stained from the tears he had shed that night. His mother caught him staring at her Colombian hooters and spat at his face "little pervert" she said in an accented Spanish.She stood there at the side of his bed now, helping Jack down next. Next up was scrawny, alabaster-skinned Jake. George saw his big dong wave semi-soft as he sloowly descended down the ladder, holding the helping hand of George's mother as he did so.. He stopped half way, jerked it off tauntingly in front of George for a few moments, then he too exited the room, but not before goading him and flicking him off. "Told you..I fucking told you"