Chapter 1
George Whorniposas was an incredibly lonely teenager. His Latino heritage was impossible to miss, but he was born and raised in North America. His skin was tan, and his hair was as dark as his eyes. The same could be said for his father, the NorthAmerican son of two Cuban exiles.
His mother, on the other hand, was a proud Colombian, and she was so stunning that sometimes people wondered what on earth she was doing with her husband.
It wasn’t that Martin Whorniposas was ugly. He certainly wasn’t. That being said, he was rather plain, as was their son. Meanwhile, Melanie was drop-dead gorgeous, with an hourglass figure that could melt any man just by flaunting her curves.
George was facing a real problem, along with all the issues that naturally came with adolescence. He was 16, awkward, and incredibly unpopular. For some reason, people simply didn’t like him. It might have something to do with the fact that his dad was a police captain. Perhaps, instead, it was that George really struggled to fit in. Or maybe it was that he was one of the few Latino students at his school.
For whatever reason, George felt isolated and depressed. Still, even if those problems were always floating in his mind, it was far from his biggest concern. Because with loneliness and sadness, he could deal. What he couldn’t deal with, it was the ever-growing attraction he had been developing for his gorgeous mother over the past year.
It was wrong, wrong, wrong! He knew it full well, and yet he couldn’t stop those feelings from stirring deep within him every time his mother swayed her sensual, round hips around the house.
Melanie was… a dream come true. Her breasts were massive. Huge! No dress or shirt could hide her considerable assets. But even that wasn’t the most alluring part of the Latina mom’s body. Her ass was pure perfection. Round, full, firm, and utterly perfect. He couldn’t stop himself when he began daydreaming about fucking that beautiful brown ass… just like every student and teacher at his school.
Everyone agreed that Melanie was the hottest mom in the district. And her tight little dresses only enhanced the reputation. She was very interested in fashion and style, so her dark, long hair was always perfectly styled, and her olive-toned skin never showed a single blemish. Manicured nails and tall high heels always completed her carefully-maintained image.
The fact that she worked as a nurse at the local hospital only enhanced the desire men and teenagers felt for her. After all, they could all picture her in a tight, sexy nurse uniform, and George had to endure kids in his class fantasizing about fucking her in the staffroom wearing her nurse uniform… and nothing at all underneath!
Her face was stunningly beautiful, her eyes wide and enticing, her lips oh so full. No matter what angle of her body you glimpsed at, Melanie was a gorgeous and desirable woman.
How could his father keep his hands off his wife? George couldn’t understand that! They both worked long hours and sometimes went entire days without seeing each other since they worked different shifts. Could his mother be sexually satisfied? Should a son be asking himself that question regarding his mom?
His father was his hero, but it still bothered him that Martin didn’t seem to pay enough attention to Melanie. A woman like that deserved to be lavished with gifts and fantastic sex every night! If her husband couldn’t give her that… maybe her son could?
Of course not! George chastised himself. She was his mom, and he could not allow himself to harbor such sinful desires for her!
George couldn’t help but notice that over the past year, her mom seemed… distant. Not uncaring, and certainly not unloving, but there was an impossible to miss distance between her parents, and that seemed to extend to him. George wondered if his dad worked a few fewer hours, maybe his mom would stop feeling neglected, and everything would go back to normal.
Perhaps, just perhaps…
But then again, something else of importance had occurred a year ago. Something that deeply upset Melanie to the core. George couldn’t understand why! Jack was a jerk, and he wasn’t even her son! Why did she care if he wasn’t around any longer? She should care about her own flesh and blood!
Up until a year ago, Jack used to come over to his place almost every day. He was a tall, but incredibly thin fellow student. Clearly a stark difference from George. After all, Jack had long, silky blond hair, while the Latino kid had short, black hair. Their skin seemed as different as white chocolate and light milk chocolate. And Jack, even if slender, was handsome. George… well… he knew he wasn’t going to be winning any beauty awards.
They had been best friends since they had been in kindergarten. Martin never liked the little rascal, and kept a watchful eye on him most of the time, at least when he was around. Melanie, on the other hand, absolutely adored Jack. She would tell him he was like a son to her and would hug and kiss his forehead even more often than she did George’s!
Back when neither kid cared about women, everything was cool between them. They’d spend hours and hours talking about cartoons, comics, and video games. They played in the backyard and had innocent fun.
Everything changed when the two kids began experiencing the first signs of puberty. Then everything slowly began going straight to hell.
Jack stared at Melanie often, fascinated with her massive ass and hugging her for an extra-long time whenever she embraced him. This made George feel even increasingly jealous, even if at first, he didn’t fully understand why!
Jack would follow her huge brown ass around the house, and George would try to distract him any way he could. At first, it worked, but as Jack’s fascination grew bigger and bigger, their friendship became more and more strained. Jack would playfully hug Melanie’s ass, and she’d laugh and pet his head tenderly. He would ogle her ass openly and find any excuse to see her bend over in front of him.
George finally had enough of this obsession and talked to his dad about it. Martin seemed irked, but he tried to reassure his son. Martin kept a sharp eye on Melanie and Jack from then on, though, and seemed to be around the house a lot more often from that moment on.
A few weeks after that incident, George was relieved that both his parents would be working until late in the evening. That meant that, finally, Jack and he could play as they used to without his best friend following his mom like a stupid puppy.
At first, everything seemed fine. They were having lots of fun and playing video games. Jack excused himself, claiming he needed to go to the bathroom. George nodded and kept playing, not thinking much of it.
That was until Jack simply didn’t come back. It had been over 10 minutes, and Jack was nowhere to be seen. Worried, George began looking for his friend around the house.
Much to his horror, he discovered Jack in Melanie and Martin’s room, sitting on the marital bed and holding his cock in his right hand! On his left hand, he was grabbing a sexy pic featuring his mom with barely any clothes on. It was clear that she must have taken that picture for her father because it was impossibly sexual, and the pose was entirely explicit. She even showed a little nip slip, and it seemed to be entirely intentional.
Worse still, Jack was masturbating with something… rubbing a piece of fabric over his cock over and over again… It took George only a second to realize it was one of his mother’s 36G bras!!
George screamed at Jack, blinded by anger. His rage only grew when his former best friend didn’t seem ready to stop touching himself!
“Dude, relax!” Jack chuckled, dismissively. “Let me cum on your mom’s bra, and then we can go play more videogames!”
Of course, George wasn’t having any of that! He jumped at Jack, and the two teenagers began fighting.
They were so focused on beating each other that they didn’t realize someone was approaching them. It was police captain Martin Whorniposas, walking into the room with a look of disbelief in his eyes.
“What on earth is going on here?!” He screamed, using his well-practiced tough police voice. The two teenagers froze, and then Martin could take a good look at the whole scene.
Jack’s cock was hanging out of his pants, a pair of his wife’s bras laying on the floor, moistened with a shiny fluid. Over the bed, one of the pictures his wife had taken and given him as a gift as an anniversary gift.
“He was jerking off with mom’s bra!” George accused his former best friend at once. Jack pushed the shorter boy back, making George trip back.
“You rat! You aren’t supposed to tell on your friends!”
George didn’t have any time to react. Martin had stomped toward him and, with a forceful, firm grip, began dragging the young teenager down the hallway.
“You will never lay a foot in this house again, kid,” Martin hissed, using his most threatening tone. He wanted so badly to beat the everloving shit out of that little pervert, but he knew how the neighbors would react. Even if he was entitled to do so after what Jack had done under his roof, the little jerk was still a kid, and he was still a police officer. He had to remain level-headed.
“Let go of me, fucking spic!” Jack screamed, finally letting go of any pretense that he was a good guy and cared about this family. He growled and tried to push Martin away, but the police chief was far stronger than that slender teenager. “Get your dirty brown hands off me!”
“If I ever see you in this house or near my wife again, I’ll make you regret it!”
Martin shoved Jack out the front door, making the teenager come close to tripping. Jack turned around, his cock still hanging out his pant’s zipper, and he grabbed it before tucking it in, giving Martin a nasty look.
“This is the kind of white cock your brown wife needs! She’ll be a whore for it!” Jack spat, and scrawled at Martin “You are nothing but a spic pig, with a pathetic spic son!”
Martin moved forward, stomping his feet against the ground and making Jack retreat, startled. The police chief restrained himself, and he simply snapped at the teenager, telling him to leave at once.
And Jack did leave, but not before screaming:
“Your fucking wife will be sucking my big white cock soon, fucking wetback!”
George stood behind his father, staring at his former best friend in utter disbelief. How could Jack utter such hateful, horrible words? He had always thought Jack cared about him, but it was now clear that he didn’t at all.
At least now, he was out of their lives… or so he thought.
Martin called Jack’s parents, screaming over the phone for ten full minutes before calming himself down. He warned them against ever letting Jack come close to his house, and told them that he was considering getting a restraining order. He fully intended it on doing it, but knew his wife would fight him every step of the way.
For some reason, Melanie adored and cherished that little jerk. Martin wanted to tell his wife all about what had happened, but he knew his Melanie had a soft heart. She would not handle the disappointment well.
“Son, I think it’s best if we just tell your mother that you two had a falling out. If we tell her what really happened, she’ll be incredibly upset. She’s been working so hard, it’s unfair for us to burden her with something she can’t solve.”
George agreed with his dad. He honestly didn’t want to tell Melanie what he had seen, so he was eager to pretend nothing happened at all.
Melanie, though, didn’t take the news well. She begged George to apologize to Jack for any fight they might have had.
“He’s your best friend, Georgie… and he is part of the family! He can’t just be kicked out because you two had a silly little argument. Just apologize and tell him to come back as he usually does.”
“No, mom… he was really mean to me. He’s the one who should apologize,” George replied, flustered and uncomfortable, but his mother refused to believe this.
“I don’t think he was. You must be mistaken. Jack is such an upstanding, sweet boy. He would never offend you. Perhaps you misunderstood.”
“Mom, I didn’t misunderstand anything! He was mean, and I don’t want to be his friend any longer.”
“Just apologize, honey. We need Jack in the house! He is part of our family!” Melanie insisted over and over again. During the following few weeks, the plump and sensual woman seemed depressed and distraught and tried to convince her son to bring Jack back time and time again.
She would try everything she could think of! She bought George gifts, cooked his favorite dishes, even promised an expensive family trip if Jack came along with them.
George refused every single time, and with Martin supporting his son, there was little Melanie could do to change her son’s mind.
At first, Melanie seemed depressed and sighed all around the house as if she had lost a son for real. Then… she began to grow distant from her actual son and her husband. She claimed she was just tired from work, but she no longer cooked them their favorite meals, and he didn’t kiss George on the forehead every morning as she used to.
Something had changed, and George couldn’t understand why or how. Melanie was growing ever distant, and all he could do was hope that his mom would soon come to her senses. It wasn’t that she was ignoring or mistreating him. She simply wasn’t as loving and tender as she used to be toward him. And this bothered the young boy immensely.
Finally, to get Melanie to stop insisting over and over again, they decided to come up with a new lie.
“I apologized to Jack, and we’re friends again,” George informed his mother, and her entire face seemed to grow brighter for the briefest moment “But his grandad is very sick. He’ll have to take care of him. That’s why he probably won’t be able to come for a long time.”
“Oh… I see…” Melanie mumbled her face darkening immediately. Something seemed to click in her mind, but George could not comprehend what it was. The curvaceous Colombian woman stood up and left the room after that.
She never spoke about Jack to him again, but for some reason, George wasn’t certain this was the last they’d hear of that little turd.
George mostly ignored Jack at school from that day on. A whole year had slipped by, and his mother had slowly begun going back to normal. She seemed happy, and would sometimes work very long hours, though she didn’t arrive with her scrubs as she did before. It was odd, but George knew better than to question her about it.
George did not know that Melanie’s feelings for Jack went far deeper than anyone imagined. Unbeknown to her family, she’d slip into the bathroom while her son and husband slept, taking a small box with her. In it, she had hidden pictures she had taken of her darling Jack. She stared at them for the longest time, caressing the photo and sighing heavily.
She missed him dearly, and couldn’t comprehend how her precious boy wouldn’t come around any longer. He wasn’t her son, and yet, she cherished him as one. Perhaps even more so than her own child. She loved George, yes, but Jack… there was something special about him. Something she couldn’t stop thinking about.
She still cooked for him and his dad and took care of the house, but she still wasn’t as gentle and sweet toward them as she was before. She didn’t seem to be eager at all to kiss and touch Martin either, which George blamed on his father working long hours so frequently.
He couldn’t help but think that if he could fuck his mom, he’d never spend a single night without at least groping her amazing, large ass… but that wasn’t appropriate. He knew he shouldn’t masturbate to such fantasies and yet… he was weak.
A full year after the big fallout with Jack, George was almost certain the issue was far behind him. Boy, was he wrong.
When he opened his locker that morning, he discovered the entire inside had been covered in all sorts of lewd drawings. It was clear they were meant to be Melanie, with her brown skin and her enormous ass. She was bending over in some, exposing her ass and her sexy little hole. In others, her legs were spread to the sides, showing her sensual pussy with no shame. Her breasts were massive and dangling on every single drawing, with big brown nipples. She was smiling, and though the drawings were crude, it was clear she was meant to be naughty and sexy.
The worse pictures were the ones showing a skinny white boy being ridden by the large Latina woman, letting him sink his cock into her ass. It was very clear the sex was anal, as whoever had drawn it made sure to leave behind lewd remarks letting George know his mother liked being fucked up the ass.
George had no doubt in his mind that this was just another of Jack’s terrible jokes, and he rushed down the hallways, searching for the little bastard.
He found him in the playground, chatting with a few other students. He was so skinny and pale, clearly not fit for fights, but George didn’t care. He wanted to beat him senseless!
George slapped Jack right across the face, and the idiot, instead of getting upset, chuckled cruelly. He was too weak to punch George back, but he had a sharp tongue to hurt him just as much emotionally.
“What was that for, Georgie?”
“Don’t call me that, Jack!” George snapped back and punched him again. Jack’s smirk was still plastered on his face. “It’s for the drawings!”
“Well… Art reflects life, doesn’t it?” He asked, still chuckling, and then simply walked away. All the fellow students standing around stared in surprise, and began laughing at George.
“You kicked him twice, and he just walked away like it was no big deal! You must kick like a girl, wetback!” One of the most overt racists at school yelled, and the whole yard laughed along.