Story made possible by the user "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. Apologies for the format, my google docs somehow corrupted the original file and my backups created double spaces between dialogue.

Contains: incest, cuckold, defeat, corruption, ugly antagonist

All characters are 18+



The hot, summer sun was beating down on us all day before graduation, and my friend elbowed me as the school principal continued down the list of graduates’ names.


“You’re next, dude!”


I exhaled through my nose as I grinned, shifting in my seat and preparing to stand up and walk to the stage.


“Samuel Sanchez.”

The hot, summer sun was beating down on us all day before graduation, and my friend elbowed me as the school principal continued down the list of graduates’ names.


“You’re next, dude!”


I exhaled through my nose as I grinned, shifting in my seat and preparing to stand up and walk to the stage.


“Samuel Sanchez.”


I felt several slaps on my shoulders and back as I sprang to my feet, making a concerted effort to be sure I wasn’t walking funny toward the front of the auditorium as everyone watched me. The principal and several other dusty old farts I don’t recognize were shaking hands with each student that came up to collect their diploma when one of them smiled at me with their hand outstretched. I eagerly shook the cold hand in my fist as another staff member handed me my diploma; mom tottering down the aisle in her heels toward me as I noticed her flag me down.


Embarrassment smacked me in the face like a bucket of cold sea water, but the staff instinctively took a more showy stance as we continued to shake hands for my mom’s sake. They gave me a knowing grin and nodded when we were sure she had taken enough photos and I noticed several of the male students behind her were staring at her ass. Far too busy with trying to blend in with the other students, I buried my feelings of humiliation and robotically marched off stage with the others. Heading toward the auditorium’s exit,  I could see mom emphatically waving at me as her heels clacked against the ground.


“Yay! My baby graduated high school!” Mom cheered as she eagerly embraced me.


I was already coming off of the high from having hundreds of eyes on me for a few seconds, and I chuckled as she enthusiastically rocked me back and forth. Stepping back a bit, mom cooed in adoration before returning for a more tender hug this time, and I noticed a few of the other students looking at us before my embarrassment grew.


“Oh, baby. I’m so proud of you.”


“Thanks, mom.”


“And you look so handsome. Oh, stand still. I wanna take a picture.” Mom chirped as she stepped back with her phone in her hands. “Smile, sweetie!”


I gave her my best, but tired smile, and watched someone walk up to mom from behind as she took pictures.


“Those look great!” He said, flashing mom a dumb grin.


“Oh, don’t they? My son is so handsome.” She replied, pouting her lips as she smiled at me like she was being overwhelmed with pride and joy. “Oh! Are you two friends?”


“Uh-”


I barely croaked out a single syllable before mom handed him her phone and stood next to me with an arm around my waist.


“Say cheese!”


Trying my best to put on a smile as confusion continued to grow on my face, I posed for the pictures and mom walked over to him to look at her phone, her heels clacking with each step.


“Okay, now you two.” Mom said, shooing the student next to me before holding the phone up to her face.


I stood there smiling with a borderline stranger before he began making smalltalk with mom after she took our photos. Several moments later we began leaving and a sudden realization had apparently struck mom.


“By the way honey, what was that boy’s name? I completely forgot to ask.”


“Him? Uh, that’s Shawn. I think he was in one of my classes.” I admitted, becoming increasingly uninterested in the conversation.


“Oh, well he seemed nice. Do you two get along?”


“Yeah, we sorta don’t talk. Different friend groups and all that.”


I lied. Shawn was a creep and a spazz. Girls steered clear of him and guys wouldn’t be caught dead hanging out with him. He was a total loser, and this was coming from me, a nerd with already less than ideal social standing.


“By the way honey, I got you a little surprise.”


An involuntary grin shot across my face as I furrowed my brow in amusement.


“What did she have planned?” I wondered.


I watched as mom bent over to reach into the back seat of the car, her wide ass wiggling in her skirt as she wrestled the thing out of the back before it appeared in her hands. I was floored.


“Mom! Are you for real?” I exclaimed.


Mom simply smiled at me with the Playstation 5 in her arms, the sizable box was held clumsily in her dainty hands and was dented on the top; but otherwise in good condition.


“Surprise!”


Mom’s beautiful voice rang like a little bell when she said this, and amazement washed over me as the gravity of the moment began setting in. I took the slightly dented box out of her hands and hastily placed it on the back seat before taking mom in my arms and squeezing her.


“Do you like it, honey?” Mom cooed.


“I love it mom. Thank you.”


“Oh you’re welcome baby, you earned it.”


I could feel mom’s heavy breasts press against my chest, which was also a welcome surprise, and I excitedly ran my hands along her back as she continued to murmur sweet nothings to me in her exuberant state. I thought briefly as to how the box itself might have gotten damaged, but I remembered how clumsy mom can be with her sizable assets, and quickly dismissed it from my mind.


“Okay baby, let’s go home and have some fun!”


“Alright mom, you want me to drive?” I asked, already rounding the front of mom’s car toward the driver’s seat.


“Oh yes please sweetie. My feet and back are killing me.” Mom said, pulling her heels off and wiggling her toes in relaxation.


The ride home was apparently a bumpy one as I thoroughly enjoyed watching mom’s wobbling chest bob and jiggle with every dip in the road. Her blouse struggled to contain her melons but she was none the wiser as she dozed off with the seat leaned back and I relished the view.


“Alright mom, we’re here.” I said gently, stirring mom awake.


Her neckline was already plunging into the delicious valley of her breasts, but the way they hung off of her chest in this state was intoxicating. Mom yawned and stretched, causing her plump fruits to push against her blouse before flashing me a quick smile and hopping out of the car. Upon setting foot in our house, I was almost immediately working to set up my new game console when mom went into her bedroom to get changed.


“This is just like old times.” I thought. “Like… Old times.”


Fond memories of mom and I playing games together when I was young came back to me, and I paused for a moment to reminisce about the good old days. My thoughts soon turned to the more unsavory parts of my childhood however, and the new Playstation I had in my hands only served as a conduit to the past to when I had the old one. The one that one of mom’s ex-boyfriends bought me.


I had always been practically addicted to games at a young age, but I wasn’t stupid; and when some guy I hardly knew showed up at my house with mom, I had an inkling of what was happening. At the time I was only excited to have a brand new PS3, and I stayed up many nights playing games. I suppose ignorance was bliss however, as I know now that the guy only bought it for me to get himself in mom’s good graces, and to keep me busy while he ploughed her in the other room. It made me uncomfortable seeing them together for only a few minutes at a time before he shooed me to my room or they left of their own accord for mom’s bedroom. Vivid memories of attempting to drown out the sounds of her being pumped in the other room with my TV’s volume flooded my mind. More unpleasant memories of different men visiting over the years, different faces and names; but they all wanted the same thing - my mom.


Plugging in the final cable, I turned the console on and enthusiastically watched the new splash screen play across our living room television. I turned back to look at mom’s bedroom door to see if she saw, but it was closed; and she was likely still changing. It felt like I had been here before. Obviously I had been, given it is my living room, but my heart felt different in a way I was unfamiliar with, and I stared blankly at the home menu. In that instant, it was as if I was a kid again.


I looked back again at mom’s bedroom to see her nightstand light still on as it projected a ray of yellow light through her door that was left ajar. Trying my best to concentrate on something else, I deliberately made a bunch of noise in-game to alert mom that I was still here, that I was still awake. That she should close her bedroom door. I remember my hands feeling clammy and my face feeling flush with embarrassment as the noises she was making in her room grew louder, and after swallowing my saliva I remember mustering up the courage to close her door.


It was only going to be for a second. I wasn’t going to bother them. To close the door, and nothing more. I still don’t know why I felt so afraid to go toward her bedroom, as I knew exactly what he was doing to her in there, but I was still terrified.


“Uh, oh, ah!” Mom moaned. “Uh, make me yours. Make me take it.”


Standing in front of her cracked door like a statue, I froze. With one eye I could see everything, and within a single moment, my childhood and my heart were gone. She lied face down with her ass up as the bald, pale man hunched over her thrusted into her like he paid for her.


“Fucking take it, bitch, yeah. Fuck, your pussy’s so tight.”


“Unh, yeah. Stretch me out - yes! Ah!”


I took a step back in shock when he grabbed her by the hair and brutishly yanked her head back and held her there. Mom squealed and the bed creaked violently until the man’s hips slowed to a stop. The two of them lied there with mom trapped underneath him as they panted for air. I didn’t close the bedroom door. I didn’t go back to playing games. I hid in my room until the morning when he left, my naive mind piecing together everything I witnessed as if a little kid could put it all back together. I didn’t.


“Is it working, sweetie?”


Snapping back to reality, I nearly gave myself whiplash turning to face mom behind me.


“Uh, yeah. Everything’s fine.” I said, idly scrolling through the menu as I collected my thoughts.


“You wanna play something together? Maybe some Mario?”


I chuckled when I heard that, and mom looked so cute in her tank top and boyshorts. She wasn’t wearing a bra, that was blatantly obvious, but I was nonetheless well versed in controlling my gaze around her despite it. She sat down on the couch next to me with her ankles crossed like old times, and we spent some time together trying out a handful of titles, bonding.


“Aw! Are you sure you’ve never played this before?” Mom whined, looking over at me with her lips pouted.


“No mom, I’ve never played this. I swear!”


“Hmm, then maybe… You… Cheated!”


Suddenly, she lunged at me and dug her fingers into my ribs, tickling me as she climbed on top. I couldn’t help but giggle as she frantically ran her nails along my sides, and she laughed heartily in return. It was all fun and games however, until I noticed a hint of her areola attempting to escape her tank top; and before I knew it, a brown nipple popped into view. Almost instantly did I stop laughing, and her gaze followed mine straight to her breast before gasping.


“Oh, shit! Sorry honey.” Mom said with a half-hearted chuckle. “I guess I should’ve known that might happen.”


She tucked herself back into her top with one hand as she said that, making sure to turn away from me to preserve what little modesty she had left.


“Uh, it’s okay mom. I don’t mind. I-”


Half-way through saying that I realized what my words implied and I stopped myself before making it worse.


“Uh, yeah. Sorry.” I said dejectedly.


“No sweetie, it’s my fault. Um, how about I go get started on dinner?”


“Sure. Do you want any help?” I asked, eager to diffuse the awkward situation.


“No it’s alright honey. You keep playing your game. Maybe next time we play you can teach me!”


Mom got up and I watched her. The plump, heart-shaped ass bobbed from side to side with each step, seemingly devouring the pajama shorts she was wearing. Her bare legs, long and smooth, moved gracefully toward the kitchen and my eyes followed. I would’ve loved to watch her work, but the tantalizing view was cut short and I looked down at my controller. It vibrated against my quickly stiffening cock the moment I unpaused, and with some annoyance, I darted through the options menu to turn it off.


“By the way honey, why don’t you invite some of your friends over?” Mom said, appearing in the doorway to the kitchen. “School’s over so you might as well!”


“Uh yeah, I’ll see what they’re up to.”


I knew exactly what they were doing: hanging out together and talking about my mom. The truth of the matter is, I detested bringing people over to my house because, without fail, they would fall head over heels for her. “Bro-your-mom!” this, and “she’s-so-fuckin’-fine!” that. I hated it, and I hated the attention she’d give them. I decided to just avoid it all together by never letting her get involved with my social life ever, and preserving her dignity and my own. No more quick peeks at her in the shower or digging through her panty drawers for them, and some peace of mind for me.


Mom always worried I didn’t have many friends as a result, and for the most part she was right. It didn’t matter to me however, as I felt it was always more important to be with her. I loved my mom, and loved spending time with her. I didn’t want it to change, and I hated it when it did.


I spent the rest of the afternoon playing games on my new PS5 while mom was on her laptop on the couch beside me. She was curled up against the arm of the sofa and her shapely legs competed with the television for my attention as she unknowingly taunted me, and then she looked at me and smiled.


“Are you already getting bored, sweetie?”


I shook my head both to deny it and to reacquaint myself with reality.


“Uh no, why?”


“It looks like you’re blasting your way through the game - you’re even interrupting the guy talking.” Mom remarked, impressed with my handiwork.


“Ah well. These games aren’t very hard these days, it’s nothing.”


“I don’t think I’m much of a challenge when we play together, am I?” Mom said coyly.


“No it’s not about that, mom. I have fun playing with you regardless.”


“If you say so honey.” Mom replied with a grin. “You don’t have to play with me just because I’m your mom, you know. I can take a hint.”


I furrowed my brow and shot a confused glance at her.


“Hint? What hint? I’m being serious, mom, really.”


Mom turned her body toward me and stretched her legs out across the couch before playfully digging her toes into my side.


“Boys your age don’t hang out with their moms, and they certainly don’t entertain them when they want to spend quality time together. Are you guilty of something?”


An involuntary smile spread across my face when she continued to pester me, even setting her laptop aside to do it. Shaking my head gently, I looked at her as she wore a mischievous little grin on hers, and she relentlessly harassed me with tickles and prods.


“Huh, huh, huh? You trying to cover something up?” Mom continued, biting her bottom lip in playful anticipation. “You smokin’ weed in my house, dealing drugs? Didja get a girl knocked up?”


I dropped the controller on the carpet as I grabbed her feet, trying to wrestle them away from my ticklish places, and mom squealed in response.


“No! I’m not doing anything like that, mom!” I said, laughing. “Now stop!”


I grabbed her ankles and held her legs apart in the air as the both of us laughed, mom reached for my hands and as a result something turned on. A little switch flipped in the back of my mind, and seeing mom in this position nearly caused a total upheaval in my emotions. Just a second ago we were play-wrestling, and now my eyes are locked onto mom’s apparent camel toe as it devoured the front of her short shorts. I pulled her legs further apart and admired the soft, inviting cleft of her crotch before pushing the both of her legs upwards toward her shoulders. Mom squealed for mercy, but my cock only twitched in response as her fat, wide ass raised off of the cushions and came toward my waist.


“Aye! Samuel! Stop, I give up!” Mom begged, still giggling but clearly uncomfortable.


Her breasts were about to fall out of the top end of her tank top and the entire position she was in was lewd beyond words. Did she know what she looked like right now, and did she know what I was doing to her? I cast those thoughts aside as I relaxed my grip, letting her legs drop to my sides before backing off. Her meaty thighs were on both sides of me as she caught her breath, and I sat kneeling on the couch in between her legs with her crotch practically presented to me like a gift.


“I have to watch out around you.” Mom said, giggling. “You’re not my little, baby boy anymore. You’re so strong now - you used to be so little.”


She gently placed her hands on my chest to encourage me off of her and when I leaned forward to leverage off of my feet, mom gave me a peck on the nose.


“You want some dessert sweetie?”


“No thanks mom, I’m fine.” I said, watching her as she took our empty plates off of the coffee table.


“You sure? I got your favorite ice cream yesterday.”


I ogled her plump backside, that at some point had almost completely engulfed the fabric between her cheeks. Likely a result of our prior wrestling, almost the entirety of her bare ass swayed back and forth like a prize on a string as my tongue nearly hung out of my mouth. Her delicious, alluring buttocks would be completely bare if not for the small, pink band of fabric that was her boyshorts resting atop the pair of lightly tanned globes. I would’ve rather had that to dig into.


The rest of the night was uneventful even up until the point when I went to bed. Seeing mom like that awoke something in me, or rather, made it worse. I was still painfully erect as I lied in bed, and after wrestling with my emotions, my depravity had won. In my mind, mom was bent over on all fours and I took her in every possible manner. We were like animals - she was a bitch in heat. I spent hours tugging my cock to numerous immoral fantasies involving my mom, as if years of pent-up lust had broken the mental floodgates. Mom was a woman, and I needed to be her man.

“Here you go, honey.” Mom said, as she sat down between the two of us.


The cushions of the couch rocked and bowed out around the weight and shape of her buxom body as she took her seat. I listened to the two of them making small talk about video games, which Shawn was overly eager to delve into and mom was polite to indulge, before I couldn’t take it any longer.


“I’m gonna go hang out in my room.” I announced, dropping the controller on the carpet as I got up. “You can hang out too if you want, Shawn.”


I didn’t mean it, but I wanted to save face in front of mom and I hoped he wouldn’t actually take me up on that offer. With mixed feelings, he didn’t.


“Maybe you can teach me some secrets in Street Biter. I know Samuel can get bored fighting me in that game and I want to get better.”


“Oh yeah! I can teach you lots. I know a ton about that game.”


My gaze lingered over to the two of them as I stopped in front of my door. Mom was on all fours in front of him as she replaced the disk in the console in front of the TV. Her wide, round ass was sticking out directly at him and one could also see right through her drooping top, through the entire valley of her cleavage toward her head. Her heavy breasts hung like plump fruits off of her chest, and the material of her pants was seemingly just thin enough to reveal the silhouette of her g-string thong underneath.


“You know, you kinda look like one of the characters named Chomp-Li.”


“Oh? Well that’s nice. She’s really beautiful.” Mom replied, taking her spot on the couch beside him.


I gritted my teeth as I entered my room with a scowl. The rest of my evening was spent talking shit with my friends about drama and memes when my jealousy boiled over and I cracked my door open. I had to know what they were saying, even if I was sure that it was likely going to be innocuous and boring.


“Why don’t you play games with them?”


“Because girls don’t play games.”


“I’m a girl, and I play games with Samuel.”


“Yeah, but you’re not like most girls. Plus, you’re a mom, and not like, some annoying teenager!”


I surmised that the two of them were talking about girls, and grew confident that mom would soon see through his charade.


“Does it make a difference that I’m a mom?”


“Uh, no! Not at all. I meant, like. You’re a mom, which means you’re gonna be way smarter and nicer than most girls. And cool, too.”


“I’m cool, now?” Mom laughed.


“Yeah! You’re, like, the coolest chick in the whole world!”


“Well, thank you Shawn. It’s nice to know I’m not some dusty, old lady just yet.”


“Yeah, my mom’s like that. I wish she was more like you growing up!” He piped up. “Anyone would kill to have someone like you around! Super nice, good at cooking, really pretty-”


“Okay hun. I’m the cool mom now.”


I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. Shawn’s empty platitudes and shallow compliments were actually having an effect on mom, or at least seemed to. If this is what she meant by being a respectful host, I couldn’t wrap my head around it. She was surely aware of who he is, and after he leaves I’d never have to see him ever again and I shut the door. After moving to get up, the powerful urge to continue eavesdropping quickly returned and I indulged.


“Sure, hun! It’ll be fun. I’ll go and tell him.”


Mom’s voice carried down the hall clearly enough that I could tell she was coming toward me, and I lunged toward my desk and sat down.


“Samuel?”


“Yeah?”


Mom pushed the door open before quietly closing it behind her.


“You’re not being very polite.”


“We’re not friends, mom. I don’t care.”


“That’s not how I raised you, you know.” Mom replied, impatience rising in her voice.


I sighed and turned the chair to face her as she stood there. Mom had her arms crossed which propped her breasts up, nearly distracting me with their abundant fullness. She looked good. Even when she was mad.


“Fine, what do you want me to do?” I groaned dejectedly.


“Shawn asked to stay the night. I want you to go out there and tell him it’s alright-”


“Why does he want to spend the night? I’m not gonna play games with him the whole time!”


“You don’t have to Samuel. I won’t force you to spend time with him, but I will make sure he doesn’t feel unwelcome here by you. Now I want you to go out there and tell him he can stay.”


I craned my head back against my chair in defeat before exhaling to get up, and when I passed mom to leave the room I thought I smelled the faint scent of wine.


“Hey Shawn.”


“Yeah, what’s up?” He said, turning his head to look over the arm of the couch at me.


“You can stay over if you want. It’s fine.”


“Okay, cool! Thanks man!”


A moment before pivoting on my heels back toward my room, I felt mom’s hand press against my shoulder.


“And apologize to him.” Mom whispered.


I clenched my jaw for a moment before inhaling to my lungs capacity.


“And sorry for being rude earlier.”


“Oh it’s no problem dude, it’s cool!”


The way he bobbed his head on his lanky neck when he said that made me regret apologizing. He was a loser inside and out, and mom made me apologize for putting him in his rightful place. His days were numbered.


“I’m going to go take a quick shower and change into some PJs, then we can keep playing.” Mom said to him with a smile, before leaving with an empty wine glass toward the kitchen.


I didn’t tell any of my friends what was happening at the moment, as I knew they’d likely make fun of me for it. Several of them already knew what mom looked like, and there’d be no end to the roasts should they connect the dots. I would rather literally die than hear the words, “Shawn the Prawn fucked your mom!” Instead, I concentrated on keeping my cool in front of her and planned to relax in front of my computer, when I heard mom’s shower running.


“He’s a creep. Why wouldn’t he?” I thought.


That image sat still in my mind for only a moment before I quickly left my seat and marched out of my room in a hurry. By the time I had reached the living room, Shawn was breathing heavily as if he had just exerted himself and the couch creaked under his weight as he quickly adjusted himself into a comfortable position.


“What was he up to? Did he see mom in the shower and run back out here before I could catch him?” I thought.


My mind parsed through every possible reason as to the strange occurrence but I felt that I had overstepped my authority today and I didn’t want to anger mom any more than I already had. I looked at him with a confused expression and wandered back into my room, and I could feel his eyes on the back of my head. Annoying creep.


Shutting my door, I sequestered myself in my room as the two of them continued playing games into the long hours of the night, only leaving to grab something to drink from the kitchen. I was only afforded a passing glance at the two of them as I didn’t want to seem jealous or interested in what they were doing, and I could see that mom was wearing a rather revealing outfit that I wasn’t comfortable with while someone like him was over. Whether she was aware of how she looked or not, she apparently thought it was a good idea to come out wearing flared short shorts and an old t-shirt. If that creep got the right angle, he could either see right down mom’s shirt or right up her shorts. I frowned the moment that thought crossed my mind. She was a feast for the eyes at every angle, and I had no intentions of sharing her with anyone.


“Enjoy it while it lasts. Your days are fuckin’ numbered, creep.” I thought.


My exhaustion grew as I tossed and turned in my bed, a restless sleep plaguing me as I pored over all that had happened today. Angering mom, having to accommodate the pimple-faced nerd - I thought of every conceivable way to separate them, or rather, separate Shawn from my mom. It eventually turned into one of those nights where rest only came to me for a couple hours at a time, broken up by my own desire to complete my train of thought and to come up with a solid plan. When my curiosity couldn’t take it anymore, I left the room during the small hours of the night to check on them.


Shawn fell asleep on the couch with the main menu floating on the television screen and mom had gone to bed in her room. This didn’t quell my anxiety however, and I would awaken at random intervals to leave my room and check up on them again. Only around four in the morning did I finally feel so drained that my psyche quieted long enough for sleep to take me.


“Mom, are you alright?” I asked, stepping toward them on the couch.


The late evening was cold and a silence hung in the air like curtains as I quietly left my room to go check on them. Shawn was hunched over mom and her face was pressed down into the cushions.


“What are you doing?!”


My hands reached out toward him, grasping his shoulders in an attempt to force him off of her. The position mom was in allowed for him to look directly up her shorts and at the entrances into her body, and his hands were still holding onto mom’s buttocks as she presented herself to him like an offering. My confusion grew into rage.


“Stop! Fucking stop!” I shouted, wringing Shawn’s neck with my hands.


His head shook like a ragdoll as the rest of his body carried on unimpeded by my assault. Greasy fingers crept up into mom’s shorts as his thumbs pulled mom apart to reveal her glistening flower. She gasped.


I clawed at him like an animal, tearing his clothes off from his body and sinking my nails into him. His oily, wiry body was hard to grasp at and despite my frenzied attacks, he hardly acknowledged I was even there.


“Why are you doing this? Mom, stop him!”


“I lost a bet, Samuel. I need to pay up.” She moaned, turning to face me as she spoke.


I thought about what she said for a moment before stepping away from them, and my hands groped around the living room floor as if I were blind, searching for a controller. I nearly gasped in surprise after taking one in my hands as if it were gold, and I looked up at the television screen towering over me. On the screen was Shawn’s character against mine in a game of Street Biter, and I looked over at them.


“I’m going to stop this. I’ll win and you have to stop.”


My own voice sounded foreign to me as I spoke, but I didn’t let it distract me before I directed my concentration toward the game in front of me. The controller clattered in my hand as I manically hammered the buttons - my life depended on it, I had to win. Shawn wasn’t even playing and it seemed as if I were fighting against the computer, but I knew it was him. His fighting style, his character and costume, it was him. I knew it was.


“You’re fucking cheating!” I exclaimed, panic welling up in my voice.


When I shouted my accusations at him, I looked up to find him mounting mom on the couch. His cock was free and the veiny, red pole grinded against mom’s crevice as if it were moments before they were going to start fucking.


“Not yet, you can’t! I’m fighting, see? I’m gonna win, you can’t!”


That couldn’t have been further from the truth as I mashed the buttons of my controller in a berserk rage. I had lost control and was out of options. Nothing I did seemed to break Shawn’s defense, and the sounds mom was making behind me were causing me to panic - I was done for.


“K-O!”


I gasped in surprise and shot a pleading look at them before I begged for another chance, but it was too late. Shawn’s swollen root was pumping mom’s warm hole for all it was worth, and he excitedly bucked his hips into her ass as the pleasurable sensations of her velvety textures overwhelmed him.


“Ah! It’s sucking me! You’re sucking me in! Oh…!” He groaned, his tongue hanging out of his mouth like a dog’s.


Mom groaned, her face buried in the cushions as he continued defiling her suckling entrance.


“Stop, you can’t! Please!” I begged, grabbing at the edge of the couch like a pleading child.


She was panting like a whore when Shawn finally looked down at me as he thrusted.


“I won. I’m the winner. Uh, yeah, take it. I fucking win. Your mom is mine.” He grunted, his speech hitched by the rhythm in which he plundered her. “Fuck yeah, you like that?”


Mom moaned as she lifted her face from the cushions, but her ass was still held higher than her shoulders. My mouth was watering at the sight of mom’s winking asshole as it puckered each time Shawn’s cock plunged a little too deeply into her. She was his prize.


“More, I want more! C’mere, bitch.” He said, tugging at her hair from behind as if it were a leash.


Her head jerked backward in response and she readjusted herself so she was now on her back, but the two of them never stopped fucking as they changed places. Mom dutifully accommodated him and held her manicured hands against his flexing buttocks as she lifted her legs apart, her knees nearly touching her shoulders. I inhaled the scent of sex that mom was producing like it was the aroma of her cooking. It was a drug.


“Please stop, it wasn’t fair. I couldn’t beat you dude, please.” I begged, kneeling beside the couch.


My face was inches from mom’s winking butthole and the sweaty ball sack that feverishly slapped against it, and they were like animals now, as Shawn churned her pink hole like his cock was a spoon. The squelching noises from mom’s pussy assaulted my ears and her moans were becoming more guttural and lustful. He was hitting all of her favorite spots in her body. He was conquering her. This dork - this complete loser was breeding my mom like a whore. He fucked her like he paid for her. Like he owned her.


Shawn tugged mom’s shirt off of her and the only thing she was wearing now were the loose shorts that offered no protection against his sexual assault. Her massive breasts jiggled violently as he picked up the pace of his thrusts, craning his head down to take one of her teats into his crooked mouth before sucking on it. Mom panted and screamed like a whore as her voluptuous body clung to him like she was holding on for dear life, and he clumsily took each of her breasts in his hands before lapping at both of her nipples.


The kissing, sucking noises from mom’s chest competed in volume with the wet slaps from their lower bodies coming together again and again, but the pace in which they fucked only grew faster and more desperate. Mom’s plump lower body jiggled from the force of every thrust and the nectar leaking from her velvety, pink entrance was nearly being worked into a froth as Shawn’s veiny, red cock invaded her.


“Please mom, fight him! Don’t let him cum inside of you!” I pleaded. “He’s going to keep fucking you unless you stop him!”


She was openly screaming now as her eyes were rolled up into her head and her silken, dark-brown hair had come undone from the loose bun that it had been in after her recent shower. The couch cushions were soaked from the sloppy, wet juices of mom’s pussy and her hole was turning a bright shade of reddish pink as a result of their savage fucking.


“Fuck me! Fuck me! Yes, make me yours!” Mom groaned.


Shawn’s mouth was still filled with mom’s teats as he breathed heavily through his nose, and her breasts hung from his lips as they wobbled and jiggled from his thrusts. Eventually he grunted long and hard - her nipples still in his mouth as he panted and mom’s moans became more excited and high-pitched. He was cumming inside her. With a wet pop, mom’s teats fell from his mouth and he growled with his eyes closed, face inches from hers, and they panted in tandem for several long moments.


Unable to come to terms with what I had just witnessed, I turned to look at mom’s red pussy that had been practically beaten raw, and the twitching, wet cock that was still sheathed inside it. It throbbed several times as his nutsack seemed to tighten and relax before tightening again. Warm, white seed slowly leaked out around the circumference of Shawn’s veiny cock and dripped down over mom’s still-winking butthole. She was coaxing it out of him, and each time she flexed her pussy, her butthole seemed to pucker in response. Mom was milking him with her pussy. I couldn’t believe it.


“Samuel, breakfast is ready!”


Mom held her breasts to his mouth with her hands as he slowly started bucking his hips once again.


“Samuel?”


My head jerked to one side as I jolted awake, and saw mom in a robe standing over me with her hand on my arm.


“I’m sorry honey, I thought you were awake.” She said in a low voice. “You can go back to sleep.”


“No, I’m up. I’m awake.”


My emotions were still coming down off of that nightmare, and my adrenaline was leaving my body. I had no intentions of going back to sleep despite how tired I was, and I lethargically climbed out of bed after mom.


“I made you boys some eggs and bacon. Come eat with us in the kitchen.”


“Boys.” I thought.


I guess that meant Shawn was still here. I exhaled deeply before inhaling the cold morning air and stepped into the kitchen.


“Do you like it Shawn?” Mom asked, touching him on the shoulder as she passed him.


“Mhm! Thanks Ms. Sanchez, it’s really good. Way better than what my mom makes.”


“I’m glad you like it, hun. There’s plenty more if you want some.”


I still felt uneasy when I sat down at the table, and my mind still identified Shawn as an enemy with my gut reaction telling me to stay my hand. The rest of the morning was unremarkable apart from the more clumsy attempts at flirting directed at mom. Her bare legs were crossed as she sat on the couch. That same couch he fucked her on. Those same legs that were held in the air. I shook those images from my head and disappeared into my room as I waited for Shawn to finally leave. The goodbyes were short and rehearsed, but I was relieved to have finally been left alone with mom. I could relax.


“You know Samuel, whenever we have a guest, you need to show more hospitality.” Mom chided. “I didn’t raise you to be so rude, did I?”


Her words practically went in one ear and out the other as I headed for my room and hopped on my computer. I rang up my friends online and offered them something more interesting than the usual gaming sessions we have. We plotted to go jump Shawn.


“I’m going now, mom! I’ll be back later.” I announced as I left the house later that day.


My backpack hung off of my shoulder as I rode my bike to a friend’s house, and mom waved goodbye at me from the front door. I was worried someone might see her in her robe outside, but I had bigger fish to fry, and peddled out of the neighborhood.


“So you know where he’ll be at?” One of them asked.


“Yeah, he always goes to that video game place near the grocery store. We’ll catch him.”


“I always hated that annoying runt, so this’ll be fun.”


The three of us laughed and my confidence grew as we rode our bikes through the neighborhood onto the way toward the gaming store. Looking casual, we sat around on our bikes next to the sidewalk for any sign of the little twerp when one of us saw some movement down the street.


“Is that him?”


“Yeah, I think it is!” I exclaimed.

The credits soon rolled and the dorky loser got his kiss. Mom was snuggled up with Shawn under the blankets and I got up to stretch my legs when he made a suggestion.


“That movie was great, huh? Have you seen the sequel? Why don’t we watch it?”


My feet were already taking me away from the earshot of his nasally voice when he started talking, but I could hear mom humoring him and his request for another movie. I’d have stayed to keep an eye on him, but I just couldn’t stand to sit through another grating movie about a twiggy spastic who gets everything he wants. Mom didn’t need me watching over her, and I didn’t know what I expected they would do. I tried my best to put my doubts to rest - there was no romance between them. It was all coming from Shawn’s end, and I knew mom would never fall for a loser like him. I was just paranoid.


I spent a few hours in my room playing games with my friends and making fun of Shawn when I decided to take a break to get something to drink. The sounds from the movie weren’t playing anymore, and I figured they must have finished it a while ago. However, when I emerged from the hallway and saw them on the couch together, mom suddenly flinched and turned her head to look at me with a nervous smile on her face.


Neither of them said anything and I eyed them with what must have been a confused look on my face as the two of them stared at me as I passed them. They were playing a game together as the pause screen was hanging on the television, but their strange behavior left me bewildered and I went into the kitchen. The gears in my head continued to turn as I filled a glass with water, unsure of what I might have caught them doing - if I had caught them doing anything in the first place. Mom still gave me a furtive smile as her hands were tucked in her lap with Shawn sitting next to her. The controllers were on the floor.


Unable to really make heads or tails of the situation, I went back to my room puzzled by the unusual body language from mom, and I got on voice chat with my friends.


“Hey, you guys remember when Shawn the Prawn got caught looking up the English teacher’s skirt? What was her name?”


“Oh, fucking Ms. Allison, right? The milf chick with the tramp stamp she was always terrible at hiding?”


“Yeah, that’s the one. She kicked him out of her class, right? Or was that someone else?”


“Nah, that was him. I remember because I saw him walk into the principle’s office with his fat, fucking whale of a mom ahead of him.”


“Oh shit, no way?”


“Yeah dude, she was hideous. Apparently she bitched out the school faculty until they reluctantly let him back into her class, and Ms. Allison hated his guts. Probably hated the fat bitch’s too since she made her take her son back in.”


“Christ dude, that’s fuckin’ hilarious.”


“What about that one time Jennifer asked him out on a dare, and not only did no one tell him it was a joke, he actually showed up at the restaurant with his mom waiting in the car?”


“I don’t think that was real - I mean the first part, sure, but there’s no way his mom dropped him off at his own date.”


“No dude, I swear, Kevin said he saw it with his own eyes when he was riding his bike from the park.”


“Bro that’s hilarious, but don’t you think it’s kind of fucked?”


“Nah dude, the guy’s always staring at girls during lunch. He’s like a ghoul, dude. He looks like he wants to eat their flesh.”


I laughed at that last detail and leaned back in my chair to stretch my arms when I noticed the living room was unusually quiet, and I got up from my seat. I held my ear to the door and couldn’t detect sounds of any kind coming from elsewhere in the house when I began to grow suspicious once again.


“I’ll be right back.” I said, setting my headset down before leaving my bedroom.


I stepped carefully and deliberately out of the hallway, maintaining caution as to not alert them to my presence this time, and I could see that the two of them were still sitting on the couch together. Mom had her back to me but I couldn’t tell what she was doing, and I couldn’t see Shawn from where I stood either without revealing myself. I decided to observe their reaction, and I cleared my throat.


Mom flinched and quickly moved her arms in front of her before suddenly getting up from the couch with empty dinner plates in each hand. Her movements were hasty and I could tell she was trying to look busy.


“What were you guys doing?” I asked, facing her as she went toward the kitchen.


Mom answered from the kitchen. “Oh we were just playing some games.”


That answer was vague and unsatisfactory, and I looked over at Shawn who wore a smirk on his greasy face. I could hear mom rinsing the plates off in the sink, and I took the opportunity to tower over him as I spoke.


“If you do anything with my mom, and I’ll fuckin’ end you. You understand? Don’t go getting any fuckin’ ideas around my mom, or else you’ll start needing a wheelchair to get around.”


His face looked puzzled for a moment before his crooked teeth peeked through his chapped lips in a defensive grin. He obviously thought I was joking, but didn’t know how to handle the likely possibility that I wasn’t. I didn’t stick around to make sure he understood, and I went into the kitchen to check on mom as well as to interrogate her with further questions.


She had just finished putting the dishes away into the dishwasher before she dried her hands with a small kitchen towel, and I made an attempt to nonchalantly get something from the fridge.


“You doing alright, mom? Shawn getting on your nerves?”


Mom’s beautiful but tired face beamed a reassuring smile as she ran her hands along the surface of her blouse and skirt, straightening her outfit.


“I’m fine, honey. Shawn and I were just spending some quality time together.”


I looked at her for a moment as I pondered her word choice, and noticed that one sleeve of her blouse was much higher than the other - far more so in that it was unlikely to have just been from lying on the couch.


“You know, mom, if he does anything that makes you uncomfortable-” My voice was low and deep as I spoke to impart the seriousness of my words. “Just let me know, alright?”


“Oh, I will honey - if he makes me uncomfortable, that is.”


Her reaction wasn’t exactly one I expected, and I was somewhat annoyed by the lax nature of her words, but I had to take what she said at face value. She was my mom, and I trusted her, even if my instincts were telling me not to. I wasn’t quite sure who to believe. I was about to leave the kitchen with an ice cream bar in hand when she stopped me.


“Going to bed, Samuel?”


I glanced apprehensively at her, unsure if I should lie to her or not in order to create some sort of tactical advantage. Her beautiful, brown eyes stared tenderly at me as she idly licked her plush lips. I was suddenly acutely reminded of how good she looked tonight, and pangs of jealousy returned to me in a fury. I knew the answer.


“Um, yeah, I’m kinda tired. I’ll probably go to bed soon. Why?”


Mom’s sultry demeanor smoldered with a mischievous intent. I couldn’t tell if it was my own unrelenting appetite for my gorgeous mother, or if she really was taunting me with her provocative energy. I was admittedly starved for her affection as of late, but was it really starting to take a toll on me in this way? That I was now unwittingly lusting for her with little control of my own mental faculties? I couldn’t tell if what I was seeing was real, and that I wasn’t simply misinterpreting things. In the end, I retreated from her - retreated from my own mounting desires to lust after my mom.


I left for my room, but upon glimpsing back, I saw that mom was coming out of the kitchen with a can of whipped cream and some cake. Jealousy stabbed at me like a thorn.


“Alright guys, I’m back.” I said, putting my headset on within my lonely bedroom.


The rest of the evening was filled with more uneasy feelings met with unsubstantiated suspicions, and I struggled to process all of the strange occurrences I witnessed earlier. I knew there was no possibility that a woman like mom could ever fall for a creep like Shawn, but my paranoia was voracious and my anxiety grew. I had no choice other than to dwell on it for the sake of chasing some peace of mind, as if I was going to suddenly reach an epiphany which will solve the Shawn problem in one move. I wanted to keep mom safe, and a part of me knew that as long as he was under the same roof as her, she was never going to be.


Even as far back as I can remember, Shawn’s always been the loser. He never talked to girls let alone women, and what few friends he had were just as gross and pathetic as him. He wasn’t even particularly clever either, as his grades were bad and the things he’d say were downright embarrassing, but you’d think someone like him would at least be self-aware. I was almost astounded the first time I spoke to him. His over-inflated ego was mind-boggling to me considering his status as a social pariah and a dorky virgin, and all of the pieces began to fall into place.


People like Shawn weren’t losers only because teenagers are ruthless pack animals. He was a loser because he worked for it. In many ways he deserved his place at the very bottom of the social ladder, and for the foreseeable future, he’d remain there when you account for how little empathy he has for others. It did however, make for satisfying results when reality promptly, and oftentimes, hit him in the face. He regarded anyone who didn’t play video games as neanderthals, and the girls who had no interest in him as sluts. The guys who could do ten pushups without dying as jocks, and the mom who raised him as a tyrant.


I was becoming intimately aware of how his mind works and how he perceived the world around him over the years I had known him, but these past few days I was becoming familiar with his personality to an uncomfortable degree. He was thoroughly unpleasant to nearly all senses, thanks to his nasally voice and dubious bathing habits, and I thought that if there was any possibility he could attract any woman it’d be the result of pity.


Then my mind drifted toward mom. Mom was incredible, in every detail of the word. She was compassionate, albeit quick to anger, but I could always trust her to be there for me. Sure, that was expected of every mom, but she was different. It was almost a common occurrence in my youth, to see men hitting on her at every possible occasion, and she always chose me instead. I was in love with her from a young age, and my heart was always entwined with hers when I stopped to smell the roses - I knew how lucky I was, even back then.


She has a caring heart as well. One that would put many moms to shame, but one that often compelled extraordinary jealousy within me from as early as I could remember. Others from school clinging to her leg and calling her “mommy” was one of my earliest memories of jealousy. Rowdy classmates catching a glimpse of her and whistling being one of the strongest. So transfixed with her was I, that she not only stirred my romantic feelings for her, she also stirred the best version of me from within.


Mom drove me to study, to learn, to be charismatic. I wasn’t perfect, surely, but if it wasn’t for her I wonder if I would have turned out like Shawn.


“My tough, little man. Mommy loves you.”


Her voice rang through my memories like a church bell, it was ethereal. Whether mom felt the same way about me I was unsure, but it was ultimately unimportant as I had no future without her in it. Countless memories of her, I thought about how many times I’d fallen in love with her. How many times I was driven to protect her from men. How many times she cried from a bad relationship when I was always there to console her. She could see the goodness in anyone, whether or not there was any there at all. That was the kind of woman that could fall for Shawn.


My head jerked upward as I woke up from my sleep. I must have dozed off in my chair and I looked at the clock. It was nearly midnight. I got up from my creaky seat and I stretched my arms and legs as I listened for any signs of life coming from elsewhere in the house. I was unsurprised at this point that the whole place was quiet, and I left my room for a glass of water before bed.


“C’mon, just a little?”


“No, hun. I can’t.”


“Please?” He begged.


I heard their low voices murmuring in the dim light of the living room, and I stood still in the hallway as I continued to eavesdrop.


“No.”


“Well why not? It’ll only be for a second.”


“I’m not going to do that while Samuel’s in the other room.” Mom whispered. “You’re insane.”


“C’mon, Shanie. We already got this far, what’s a little more?”


“I said no.”


Mom’s reaction was unusual, as if she was smiling as she spoke. In fact, her voice didn’t sound at all as if she were serious or annoyed, and my curiosity and jealousy competed for control over my heart as I listened.


“How about this then: I win ten games in a row, and you have to do what I want.”


“And if you don’t?” She asked.


“If I don’t win ten games in a row, I uh-”


“You’ll get a haircut and wear nicer clothes?”


“Uh, sure I guess. You manage to break my streak, and I’ll start dressing like a dweeb.”


“Like a gentleman, you mean?”


“If you say so.”


When I heard their controllers begin clicking, anger and confusion welled up from the blackest pits of my chest and I stormed back into my room. I couldn’t believe it. Surely I was missing some sort of context to their conversation, but what else could those words possibly mean? There was little room for doubt left in my mind, and I knew that Shawn had something unsavory planned for mom. I held my ear to the door. Laughter, the clamorous noise of their controllers, and eventually even the hiss from a can of whipped cream. Mom giggled then sighed. That was it. That was more than I could handle, and I bolted out of my bedroom in a fury - headed straight for the living room.


“Oh! Samuel, I didn’t know you were still awake!” Mom said in surprise. “U-um, were we too loud, honey?”


Mom was wiping something off of her with a napkin, and Shawn brushed his mouth off with his shirt when I approached them.


“What’re you doing with the whipped cream?” I demanded. “Were you touching my mom?”


“Samuel!”


“Uh no I wasn’t. Right, Shanie?”


“Bullshit.” I retorted.


“Samuel, is that what this is about?” Mom sighed. “Honey, there’s nothing you need to be worried about, really. You should go back to bed, sweetheart.”


“Are you two fooling around in here? Is that what I was hearing?”


I glared at Shawn before I caught the glimpse of some whipped cream on mom’s cleavage and my jaw hung open in disbelief. Mom’s eyes followed mine and she quickly wiped it off with one hand before looking away in embarrassment.
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“Samuel, honey, it’s not what you think.”


“That’s bullshit mom, and you know it. What am I supposed to think? I mean look at this.”


“So what if there’s whipped cream on my chest? It was an honest mistake Samuel, some of it fell off of my plate.”


“And so you just left it there?”


“No, I was wiping it off with a napkin when you showed up and started throwing accusations around.”


Mom’s guilt was beginning to show through as there was little retaliation from her in the form of anger, which usually meant I was right on the mark. I didn’t want to, but I pressed her with further questions.


“And what about you, huh? Staying up late with my mom all the time, coming over and using my shit.” I said angrily. “This doesn’t belong to you, you know, and neither does my mom.”


“Samuel!”


Shawn was visibly shaken now as my anger grew, and mom stood up from the couch now and stood between the two of us as he remained frozen where he sat. He was like a prey animal, begging for mercy in the path of its predator. I wanted to break his face.


“Samuel, go to your room, now! We’ll talk about this tomorrow.”


“Only if you go to yours, mom. I’m not leaving until I know you two aren’t fooling around like teenagers in here.”


“Samuel Sanchez, you cannot talk that way to me!” She hollered.


Her fury was beginning to emerge now and competed with my own as our raised voices echoed through the house.


“I don’t belong to you Samuel, you can’t tell me what to do in my own home!”


“I won’t let him play you like this, mom! He’s a creep, why can’t you see that!?”


“I have had enough out of you today, Samuel. I won’t hear it. Go to your room now, or else.”


My eyes went from hers to Shawn’s then back to hers. “Or else what?”


Her beautiful eyes narrowed in anger. “Or else I really give you something to get mad about.”


I clenched my jaw and said nothing for several moments as my mind dwelled on every possibility her words implied, and I relented. I stomped back toward my room and took one final look back at them. Mom had her hand on her forehead as if to quell a headache, and Shawn looked at her, his face went from looking at her head to looking at her legs and ass. My teeth practically grinded themselves flat.


Despite how high tensions had gotten, I was still exhausted and I fell asleep almost immediately after collapsing in bed. My dreams were rife with inner conflict, as everything that occurred promptly haunted me that night. I was exhausted as my mind was awash with everything I could’ve or should’ve said in that moment, things I wish I had said. Things that I know were going to haunt me later.


I remember grabbing Shawn by the collar and shaking him as hard as I possibly could. His greasy head shook limply from my assault, and I could hear mom yelling at me from behind. I paid her little heed as I was about to take all of my anger out on him when I heard a strange noise. Clothing hitting the floor - soft cloth crumpling into a small pile.


“Mom, what are you-”


“Put him down, now, Samuel.”


She was completely naked. Her dress was gathered around her pedicured feet and she stepped out of them toward me with her large, heavy breasts shaking from her movements. I didn’t know what to think, and instead simply obeyed her as Shawn hung limply in my fists like a ragdoll. Mom’s brown nipples protruded in the cold, night air within the room we were in, and the dark areola seemed to draw the very desire from my eyes as they locked onto her with lurid intent. I wanted her the way a king wants a queen, and I had only my love for her to quell my overwhelming desire to ravage her at this moment.


“Are you alright, sweetheart?”


“I’m fine, mom, I-”


“Not you.” Mom whispered with an impatient glance toward me.


She crouched over him with her soft, pendulous breasts hanging over him like ripe, tan fruits as she tended to him. Her dainty hands stroked his face so tenderly that I swear I could feel a knife sink into my chest. I was livid. I lunged toward her in an attempt to wrestle her away from him, but Shawn rose from the ground and with mom’s help, the two of them had pushed me back. I don’t know why, but it was exceedingly difficult to climb to my feet, as if I were held down with invisible weights, and I struggled again and again to pry her away from him to no avail.


After countless attempts to rise to my feet, my strength eventually failed me and I floundered about on the ground like an exhausted animal.


“I’m so sorry you had to endure that, sweetheart. Here, let me make it all better, baby.” Mom groaned, as she climbed over him.

I hesitated to finish that thought. I dreaded following that thread to its frayed, dismal end and everything that it implied. My head hung in defeat as I dragged myself back into my bedroom, but not before unhooking my Playstation from the living room TV. If I was going to be miserable, then so were they. It was mine, after all, and if they wanted to use it then I figured they could ask me. I plugged it into the television in my room so I could use the excuse that I wanted to play games without waking them, in the event that mom would angrily confront me on Shawn’s behalf, and I collapsed into bed.


It was difficult to fall asleep while paranoia haunted me, practically digging circles in my brain while I mentally paced about, exploring every possible explanation for Shawn’s disappearance. Somewhere along the line I had fallen asleep, and well before I was satisfied with any possibility I could concoct.


The next morning, I had awoken drenched in sweat. It was already hot enough in my room to make the direct sunlight coming through my window feel uncomfortable, but I was unsure if my rampant perspiration was entirely the result of the dry, summer air.


I took a quick shower before pulling some loose clothes on and walking toward the kitchen, only to find Shawn vacantly changing channels on the living room TV - he was obviously bored out of his mind. His brief misery gave me some satisfaction as I entered the kitchen for a glass of water, but I was completely unprepared for what awaited me.


Mom was bent forward with her head in the freezer as she was presumably getting ice, and my jaw nearly dropped to the floor. She was in her underwear.


“M-mom?” I stammered, taken aback by the heavenly, but unexpected view of her voluptuous body.


She closed the freezer door before turning away from me to fill two glasses with cold water. Her plump, round cheeks greedily devoured the small string that disappeared between them, and despite the dry, summer heat, my mouth was salivating like a dog’s.


“Can I help you?” Mom replied nonchalantly.


“U-uh, you-”


“The air conditioner broke, and the repair guy said it’ll be a couple days before they can send someone out. Until then, I’m walking around like this so I don’t die of heat exhaustion in my own home.”


I ran my eyes up and down her immaculate form again and again, as if I were committing her body to memory before mom cleared her throat and I came to my senses. She was looking right at me.


“Is this going to be an issue, or does your mother have your permission to do what she wants in her own house?”


Her sarcastic tone attracted some ire within me, but I was far too confused and aroused to respond with anything but a timid, “no” before I bashfully averted my gaze. The silent tension was palpable as I quietly poured myself a glass of water. I could feel her gaze practically burning a hole through the back of my head.


“Samuel?”


I nearly flinched upon hearing her sultry voice, and I hesitated before turning to face her.


“Yeah?”
“Can Shawn play on your Playstation?” She asked with a downward inflection in her voice, as if she was exhausted by our petty games. “I know he’s bored out of his mind, and I know you wouldn’t want me to find other ways to entertain him.”


My cock twitched in my shorts when she said that, and I knew exactly what she implied. Whether she was being cruelly sarcastic or completely serious I was unsure, but I took no chances in finding out the answer.


“Uh, yeah, he can. It’s fine.”


I shuffled out of the kitchen with a glass of water in my hands before mom called out to me once again.


“Thank you, Samuel. For that, and-” Mom gestured with her hands toward her body before continuing. “-this. I know it makes you uncomfortable to have him around let alone with me strutting around the house like this.”


I simply nodded as she spoke, thankful to have finally heard some unaggressive words from her directed at me for once.


“God, it really is damn hot, isn’t it?”


My mind played with that choice of words, and I took it to mean she was talking about her body before I snapped out of it.


“Uh, yeah.” I nervously chuckled.


My erection was almost painfully stiff when she walked past me out of the kitchen, her body less than an inch from mine as I stopped to admire her. The scant trail of motherly pheromones she left in her wake were like a perfume to me, and her humid scent wafted over me as I watched her bare ass jiggle with each step. I almost didn’t care that she was walking towards Shawn while looking like that, I was only happy to ogle her plump, meaty feast of an ass as it moved through the warm living room.


Her head motioned to one side, as if to signal him, and I watched Shawn’s eyes light up in excitement before looking at me. He was hesitant at first, but I could tell he was eager to walk towards my room with mom following behind, and I stood leaning against the corner to the hallway while mom in all her erotically half-naked glory went into my bedroom.


“One day. One day it’ll just be me in there when she goes in looking like that.” I thought. “One day.”


I chugged the glass of water before refilling it and entered my room to find Shawn sitting on the floor in front of the television and mom next to him. They were playing more Street Biter, only this time mom was wearing less clothing than the already scantily-clad character she was playing, and my cock twitched again, reminding me of my current predicament.


We were more than happy to share a small, cramped bedroom with a shapely woman like mom, especially in this state, but I had nowhere to reasonably go to now and tend to my urgent erection. To add fuel to the fire, mom being dressed like this and covered in sweat in my room only made it worse. I wanted her - bad.


“Uh, I’ll be right back, I gotta use the bathroom.” I announced, thinking quickly.


I could only hope neither of them saw me take my phone with me into the bathroom, but I was almost past the point of caring. Mom’s delicious body set my hormones on fire and I needed to jack off. Now.


I wasn’t sure how long I had spent tending to my erection in the bathroom, but I wasn’t fully satisfied considering the ridiculous degree mom had aroused me. Masturbation wasn’t going to cut it, I needed sex.


“I’ll be right back, I’m gonna go get us some pillows to sit on.”


Mom was halfway out of my bedroom when I stopped her, and with a wicked haste, my mouth moved before my brain could catch up. “Oh I’ve got some you can use mom.”


“Oh? Okay, thank you.”


I pulled the pillows off of my bed before I handed them to her, making note of which one mom chose to use, and I hungrily eyed the flattened pillow trapped underneath her plump, meaty ass. It was bound to be infused with her aroma before long, and my dick was already stiffening at the prospect of enjoying it later tonight.


“Why don’t we take this back out to the living room. It’s sweltering in here.” Mom said, fanning herself off with both hands.


“No!” I said suddenly, surprising both them and myself by my urgency. “Uh, I uh was gonna hook it up to the router so it has a better connection.”


That was a half-truth at best, but it seemed to serve its purpose as both Shawn and my mom reluctantly accepted it and remained in my room. The majority of the scorching day was spent in my cramped bedroom with a buxom beauty filling the small space with her intoxicating pheromones, and I was almost drunk on desire by the time the sun started setting.


“Why don’t we take a break? I’m completely soaked, I’m gonna go take another shower.” Mom said, climbing to her unsteady feet after sitting for so long. “Sorry about your pillow, sweety.”


“Don’t worry about it mom, I’ll wash it later.” I said, swallowing my saliva.


Mom was holding both pillows in each hand as she walked out of my bedroom. “It’s alright honey, I can do it.”


Panic struck me and I lunged out of my computer chair to chase after her, and I grabbed them from her as I spoke. “Oh, don’t worry about it mom, I’ve got it.”


“Are you sure?” Mom asked, furrowing an eyebrow in surprise. “Alright then.”


My heart still pounded in my chest after that close call, and I held the pillow mom used up to my face as I inhaled, my eyes glued to her sweaty backside as she walked toward her bedroom down the hall. It smelled like heaven. Shawn nearly caught me sniffing it when he walked past me, and I ignored him as I went back into my room with them, and tossing the one he used into a random corner.


My ears picked up the muffled hiss of water running a few minutes later, and I turned my head toward the rest of the house, as if I could see through walls.


“Surely he’s going to do it this time. If I could barely resist mom like this, there’s no way he could.” I thought.


I was careful this time to remain silent as I left my room, and I crept out of the hallway toward the living room, ready to hide behind something should I see any sign of Shawn; but there was none. My movements were like a phantom’s as I snuck toward mom’s bedroom. The door was cracked open and after only glancing inside for a fraction of a second did I recognize a greasy, lanky scarecrow peeping on my mom in the bathroom. Anger ricocheted through me like a thunderbolt and I lunged at him.


“What the fuck are you doing?” I hissed, grabbing the collar of his stained shirt in my fists.


He looked at me with a panicked look across his pimpled face, he was terrified. Suddenly, the sound of mom turning off the shower thumped from her bathroom.


“I u-uh-”


“Samuel?” Mom called out, her voice echoing within the confines of the small, tiled room.


“Mom! Shawn was watching you shower!”


“No I wasn’t!”


Mom pulled the shower curtain to the side just enough to see, but it was hardly opaque enough to obscure her immaculate form. We could practically see everything. My cock twitched at the sight of her mocha-colored hourglass through the curtain, and my eyes darted back to the snivelling creep in my grasp.


“Yes you were!”


“Samuel! Let go of him!” Mom shouted, reaching for the towel rack beside her.


It was only for a nanosecond, but mom’s full nipple appeared in the brief moment she leaned over to reach for her towel, and I knew Shawn saw that as well. I shoved him against the bedroom wall.


“Samuel!”


I kept him easily pinned against the wall considering that he was practically a skeleton with a bad haircut as mom covered herself in the bathroom. He could do nothing but look at me with terror-filled eyes, shaking.


“Samuel you let go of him right now!” Mom barked, appearing from the bathroom with only a single towel wrapped around her bodacious form.


She was completely slick from head to toe and she smelled like fruity shampoo, and I swallowed my saliva before shaking my head.


“No mom, I caught him peeping on you.”


“No! I swear I wasn’t! I just lost my phone and was looking for it in here! I wasn’t looking, honest!” Shawn pleaded, with his head craning to meet her face. “I just needed it so I can call my mom and tell her I’m spending the night!”


“Bullshit!”


“Samuel, you will let go of him now.” Mom’s voice was smoldering with fury now.


“But mom-”


“No. Go to your room. I’ve had it with you.”


My grip relaxed as confusion and disbelief intermingled on my bewildered face. I couldn’t believe what I was hearing.


“I’m serious mom, he-”


She moved between the two of us with her back to me as she ignored me and apologized to him.


“I’m so sorry for the way he treated you.” Mom said, glaring at me before returning to look at him. “I just don’t know what’s gotten into him.


Before I left I looked back at him and saw a wirey grin across his face as he eyed mom like a piece of meat. My blood ran cold through my veins and my hands felt clammy. Every step toward my room felt strange, as if my legs had fallen asleep. This was madness. How could she believe him over me, her own son? Was I really that rude to him? There was no way. Could she have really pitied him that much? I couldn’t understand it.


I collapsed into my chair as I mulled over what had just happened for a long time before I heard their voices coming from the living room. Based on mom’s voice, she was likely trying to contain the damage I apparently caused, and was attempting to placate him like a good hostess. I grimaced. Shaking my head, I resolved not to leave my room for the remainder of the night. I had no reason to. Shawn had no shot with mom anyway, and I couldn’t stomach seeing him. Mom barged in through my bedroom about an hour later and angrily unhooked my Playstation from the TV before leaving with it without saying a word.


“So be it.” I thought.


Over an hour had passed before I was beginning to grow tired, but the noises from the TV were loud enough to keep me up and I grew annoyed. They were going to keep me awake at this rate, and I held my ear to the door in order to gauge how best to approach mom when I listened to them.


“Oh, I win again! You know what that means.” Shawn said luridly, rousing some alarm within me.


“Mm-mm (no). I said, ‘in-a-row.’ You still have to beat me one more time.”


My eyes vacantly meandered about the room as I intently listened to them. I knew what it sounded like, but I was surely missing some context to their conversation and continued listening for several minutes. The sounds of their controllers clacking competed with their taunting and laughing as the noises from the TV played. Eventually I could hear the telltale announcer of the game declare a winner, and Shawn cheered.


“Ooh yeah! I won. You gonna pay up?”


I couldn’t hear mom’s response for several moments as I strained to listen for her voice.


“-I’ll go check on him first.” Mom said, as she presumably got up to come find me.


Thinking fast, I shut off my bedroom lights and jumped into bed with a blanket over me. I don’t know why I did it, but one part of me didn’t want to have to endure more of her berating, while another wanted to see where my curiosity took me. Mom tapped quietly on the bedroom door for a moment before slowly opening it. She stuck her head in to gaze about the dark room as the light from the hallway leaked through the threshold, and I could see she was still drying her hair in a towel with a small bathrobe on. After confirming that I was asleep, she silently closed the door and returned to the living room, and I quickly emerged out of bed. I opened the door a crack and continued eavesdropping.


“He’s asleep, so don’t wake him up.” Mom whispered.


“Alright, I’ll be quiet.”


“And you can’t tell him about this either, or else this stops.”


“I won’t tell a soul, I promise.”


The couch creaked for a second before several long moments of silence followed. Then suddenly, I heard a low moan from Shawn. My eyes nearly bulged out of my skull after hearing him, and I held my breath as I waited for more clues.


Slurp.


Shawn moaned again.


Slurp, slurp, suck, slurp.


He was panting now, and I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. Surely this was a mistake. Surely it wasn’t what I think it was. I was in utter disbelief, and my mind raced through every possible explanation as the wet, sucking noises increased in volume and frequency.


“Oh fuck yeah! Fuckin’ suck it! I won, fuckin’ suck me harder!” Shawn whispered, his voice ragged with lust.


I gritted my teeth in rage upon hearing him say that, but every part of me wanted nothing to do with them. It pained me to listen to the two of them go at it, and I dreaded confronting them with mom in as bad a mood as she was. I couldn’t bear to see it, whatever it was that mom was doing - although I knew exactly what it was.


Storming toward the other end of my room away from the door, I lied in bed staring at the black ceiling for hours listening to them from the living room. They continued playing together into the long hours of the night, but my heart pounded in my chest whenever the sounds from the TV quieted from their absence. My stomach and my heart were both turning in knots until I fell asleep to the sounds of Shawn laughing - but only Shawn laughed. I couldn’t hear mom’s voice.


The next morning was warm but unwelcome as I rubbed my eyes awake. I dreaded having to leave my room to see the smarmy look on his pimply face, and I turned on my computer as my morning wood demanded attention. Listening intently for any ambient noise elsewhere in the house, I was confident everyone was still asleep and I went to my favorite porn sites.


Milfs. My favorite category. I scrolled through the videos I knew were going to make me cum, and I opened them all in several tabs as I freed my stiffening cock from my boxers. Just as I started tugging however, my ears picked up the sounds of mom’s shower running, and my lust for revenge far eclipsed my need to masturbate. I pulled my pants back on and quickly left my room.


My blood was pumping as I cracked my knuckles and I looked around the living room for any signs of the pasty creep. Nowhere. Not even any sign of him from spare blankets and pillows. Only mom’s bathrobe. Discarded on the floor in front of the couch. And her panties. The sound of mom’s shower tickled the back of my mind like a parasite, and the sounds of muffled giggling reached my ears. One uneasy step followed by another toward mom’s bedroom, I listened carefully for any unusual noises as I braced myself to see someone in mom’s bed. With my fist clenched into white knuckles, I eased the door open and leaned in to see mom’s room empty.


Slap, slap, slap.


My eyes darted toward mom’s bathroom.


Slap, slap, slap, slap.


Someone with a nasally voice was panting like a dog in mom’s shower before the rhythmic breathing was interrupted by a loud groan. From mom.


“Ah, yeah! Fuck, I’m gonna cum!”


Shawn’s voice again. I swallowed my saliva.


Slap, slap, slap. Smack!


“Oh!” She squealed.


“Yeah, you fuckin’ like that?”


Smack! Slap, slap, slap.


“Ugh. Yeah. Uh.” A woman’s voice grunted.


My head was spinning and my vision was blurry, but I continued with uneasy steps toward mom’s bathroom until I stood before the doorway. The door was left ajar and I pushed it open, making no attempt to hide my presence, and I saw it. Mom’s curvy, brown silhouette bent over while a skinnier, paler one was pushing into it from behind. Her heavy, milky spheres shaking frantically with each thrust as her plump, meaty ass was being plundered. The two of them continued going at it for several moments until Shawn groaned loudly, announcing that he had likely cummed inside mom. They panted with exhaustion as the shower hissed hot water over them, and it looked like mom had turned around to face him with her backside still pressed up against his crotch.

It was only going to be for a second. I wasn’t going to bother them. To close the door, and nothing more. I still don’t know why I felt so afraid to go toward her bedroom, as I knew exactly what he was doing to her in there, but I was still terrified.


“Uh, oh, ah!” Mom moaned. “Uh, make me yours. Make me take it.”


Standing in front of her cracked door like a statue, I froze. With one eye I could see everything, and within a single moment, my childhood and my heart were gone. She lied face down with her ass up as the bald, pale man hunched over her thrusted into her like he paid for her.


“Fucking take it, bitch, yeah. Fuck, your pussy’s so tight.”


“Unh, yeah. Stretch me out - yes! Ah!”


I took a step back in shock when he grabbed her by the hair and brutishly yanked her head back and held her there. Mom squealed and the bed creaked violently until the man’s hips slowed to a stop. The two of them lied there with mom trapped underneath him as they panted for air. I didn’t close the bedroom door. I didn’t go back to playing games. I hid in my room until the morning when he left, my naive mind piecing together everything I witnessed as if a little kid could put it all back together. I didn’t.


“Is it working, sweetie?”


Snapping back to reality, I nearly gave myself whiplash turning to face mom behind me.


“Uh, yeah. Everything’s fine.” I said, idly scrolling through the menu as I collected my thoughts.


“You wanna play something together? Maybe some Mario?”


I chuckled when I heard that, and mom looked so cute in her tank top and boyshorts. She wasn’t wearing a bra, that was blatantly obvious, but I was nonetheless well versed in controlling my gaze around her despite it. She sat down on the couch next to me with her ankles crossed like old times, and we spent some time together trying out a handful of titles, bonding.


“Aw! Are you sure you’ve never played this before?” Mom whined, looking over at me with her lips pouted.


“No mom, I’ve never played this. I swear!”


“Hmm, then maybe… You… Cheated!”


Suddenly, she lunged at me and dug her fingers into my ribs, tickling me as she climbed on top. I couldn’t help but giggle as she frantically ran her nails along my sides, and she laughed heartily in return. It was all fun and games however, until I noticed a hint of her areola attempting to escape her tank top; and before I knew it, a brown nipple popped into view. Almost instantly did I stop laughing, and her gaze followed mine straight to her breast before gasping.


“Oh, shit! Sorry honey.” Mom said with a half-hearted chuckle. “I guess I should’ve known that might happen.”


She tucked herself back into her top with one hand as she said that, making sure to turn away from me to preserve what little modesty she had left.


“Uh, it’s okay mom. I don’t mind. I-”


Half-way through saying that I realized what my words implied and I stopped myself before making it worse.


“Uh, yeah. Sorry.” I said dejectedly.


“No sweetie, it’s my fault. Um, how about I go get started on dinner?”


“Sure. Do you want any help?” I asked, eager to diffuse the awkward situation.


“No it’s alright honey. You keep playing your game. Maybe next time we play you can teach me!”


Mom got up and I watched her. The plump, heart-shaped ass bobbed from side to side with each step, seemingly devouring the pajama shorts she was wearing. Her bare legs, long and smooth, moved gracefully toward the kitchen and my eyes followed. I would’ve loved to watch her work, but the tantalizing view was cut short and I looked down at my controller. It vibrated against my quickly stiffening cock the moment I unpaused, and with some annoyance, I darted through the options menu to turn it off.


“By the way honey, why don’t you invite some of your friends over?” Mom said, appearing in the doorway to the kitchen. “School’s over so you might as well!”


“Uh yeah, I’ll see what they’re up to.”


I knew exactly what they were doing: hanging out together and talking about my mom. The truth of the matter is, I detested bringing people over to my house because, without fail, they would fall head over heels for her. “Bro-your-mom!” this, and “she’s-so-fuckin’-fine!” that. I hated it, and I hated the attention she’d give them. I decided to just avoid it all together by never letting her get involved with my social life ever, and preserving her dignity and my own. No more quick peeks at her in the shower or digging through her panty drawers for them, and some peace of mind for me.


Mom always worried I didn’t have many friends as a result, and for the most part she was right. It didn’t matter to me however, as I felt it was always more important to be with her. I loved my mom, and loved spending time with her. I didn’t want it to change, and I hated it when it did.


I spent the rest of the afternoon playing games on my new PS5 while mom was on her laptop on the couch beside me. She was curled up against the arm of the sofa and her shapely legs competed with the television for my attention as she unknowingly taunted me, and then she looked at me and smiled.


“Are you already getting bored, sweetie?”


I shook my head both to deny it and to reacquaint myself with reality.


“Uh no, why?”


“It looks like you’re blasting your way through the game - you’re even interrupting the guy talking.” Mom remarked, impressed with my handiwork.


“Ah well. These games aren’t very hard these days, it’s nothing.”


“I don’t think I’m much of a challenge when we play together, am I?” Mom said coyly.


“No it’s not about that, mom. I have fun playing with you regardless.”


“If you say so honey.” Mom replied with a grin. “You don’t have to play with me just because I’m your mom, you know. I can take a hint.”


I furrowed my brow and shot a confused glance at her.


“Hint? What hint? I’m being serious, mom, really.”


Mom turned her body toward me and stretched her legs out across the couch before playfully digging her toes into my side.


“Boys your age don’t hang out with their moms, and they certainly don’t entertain them when they want to spend quality time together. Are you guilty of something?”


An involuntary smile spread across my face when she continued to pester me, even setting her laptop aside to do it. Shaking my head gently, I looked at her as she wore a mischievous little grin on hers, and she relentlessly harassed me with tickles and prods.


“Huh, huh, huh? You trying to cover something up?” Mom continued, biting her bottom lip in playful anticipation. “You smokin’ weed in my house, dealing drugs? Didja get a girl knocked up?”


I dropped the controller on the carpet as I grabbed her feet, trying to wrestle them away from my ticklish places, and mom squealed in response.


“No! I’m not doing anything like that, mom!” I said, laughing. “Now stop!”


I grabbed her ankles and held her legs apart in the air as the both of us laughed, mom reached for my hands and as a result something turned on. A little switch flipped in the back of my mind, and seeing mom in this position nearly caused a total upheaval in my emotions. Just a second ago we were play-wrestling, and now my eyes are locked onto mom’s apparent camel toe as it devoured the front of her short shorts. I pulled her legs further apart and admired the soft, inviting cleft of her crotch before pushing the both of her legs upwards toward her shoulders. Mom squealed for mercy, but my cock only twitched in response as her fat, wide ass raised off of the cushions and came toward my waist.


“Aye! Samuel! Stop, I give up!” Mom begged, still giggling but clearly uncomfortable.


Her breasts were about to fall out of the top end of her tank top and the entire position she was in was lewd beyond words. Did she know what she looked like right now, and did she know what I was doing to her? I cast those thoughts aside as I relaxed my grip, letting her legs drop to my sides before backing off. Her meaty thighs were on both sides of me as she caught her breath, and I sat kneeling on the couch in between her legs with her crotch practically presented to me like a gift.


“I have to watch out around you.” Mom said, giggling. “You’re not my little, baby boy anymore. You’re so strong now - you used to be so little.”


She gently placed her hands on my chest to encourage me off of her and when I leaned forward to leverage off of my feet, mom gave me a peck on the nose.


“You want some dessert sweetie?”


“No thanks mom, I’m fine.” I said, watching her as she took our empty plates off of the coffee table.


“You sure? I got your favorite ice cream yesterday.”


I ogled her plump backside, that at some point had almost completely engulfed the fabric between her cheeks. Likely a result of our prior wrestling, almost the entirety of her bare ass swayed back and forth like a prize on a string as my tongue nearly hung out of my mouth. Her delicious, alluring buttocks would be completely bare if not for the small, pink band of fabric that was her boyshorts resting atop the pair of lightly tanned globes. I would’ve rather had that to dig into.


The rest of the night was uneventful even up until the point when I went to bed. Seeing mom like that awoke something in me, or rather, made it worse. I was still painfully erect as I lied in bed, and after wrestling with my emotions, my depravity had won. In my mind, mom was bent over on all fours and I took her in every possible manner. We were like animals - she was a bitch in heat. I spent hours tugging my cock to numerous immoral fantasies involving my mom, as if years of pent-up lust had broken the mental floodgates. Mom was a woman, and I needed to be her man.


The first morning of a summer of freedom was a welcome one. The soft chirping of birds was a far more pleasing sound than any phone alarm, but my internal clock refused to let me sleep much further beyond my normal waking hour from when I was still in school. Last night’s immoral excursion through the perverted annals of my mind left me feeling strange, like I felt guilty of something. I knew exactly what I was guilty of, to be sure, but it was almost as if I really had violated her last night. Lust and guilt welled up in my head before I groggily threw my feet over the edge of the bed, eager to busy myself to quell these feelings.


“Morning, mom.” I whispered, more for my own comfort than that of the quiet morning.


“G’morning, baby. Did you sleep well last night?”


“Yeah, did you?”


Mom smiled and nodded, shivering in the kitchen as the pot of coffee came to life. She was wearing only a short bathrobe that couldn’t have been longer than her mid-thigh, a gift from one of her exes, but I was acutely aware of what was underneath. Or in other words: what wasn’t underneath. Her morning attire did little to combat my lecherous gaze, but I was apparently only depraved to a fault; and with great effort, I was able to peel my eyes off of her smooth, comely legs to meet her face.


“What do you want for breakfast?” Mom asked.


You.


“Um, anything’s fine. Whatever you want to eat.”


“Okay, how about I make us some eggs and bacon.” She said with a tired smile.


“Sounds good mom, thank you.”


The carpet felt cold and unwelcome beneath my feet, but I could already feel the dopamine trickle into the recesses of my brain as the Playstation’s splash screen played on my television.


“You can hook that up on the TV in your room, if you want.” Mom said, appearing in the doorway from the kitchen with a coffee mug in her hands.


“Yeah, I’ll probably do that later.”


She flashed me a smile and disappeared into the kitchen. Glancing over at the spot where we wrestled last night, my cock stirred to life. What would it be like if mom and I were to do that again, only, she was wearing her bathrobe this time? My cock throbbed expectantly in my pajama pants before I tucked the tip against my waistband. I re-enabled the controller vibration.


Several minutes passed, and mom returned from the kitchen with a couple plates of breakfast in each hand before she sat them down on the coffee table. Her robe wasn’t tied nearly tight enough, and had almost fallen open before mom casually caught it and closed it tight. I swallowed my saliva.


“Looks great mom, thank you.”


“You’re welcome honey.” Mom replied with a smile. “So, you ready for round two?”


I smiled and nodded as I quickly exited the single-player campaign and entered the multiplayer mode. My eyes were drawn to mom’s backside as she bent down to pick up the controller. The movement was nonchalant, and brief, but my senses didn’t care. My cock was practically an iron rod.


“You know, I bet your friends are good at this game and can kick your butt for me.” Mom said with a coy smile on her lips.


“I dunno, maybe. I don’t think any of them have a PS5.”


“Maybe you should invite them over then, show it off!” Mom announced proudly.


She seemed eager to brag to my friends at what she bought me. Mom was always competitive and prideful like that. I loved her, but her overeagerness regarding my social life was always a thorn in my side. I wanted her for myself, which is obvious now that I set my doubts to rest, but more importantly I didn’t want to share her. With anyone. I loved the time we spent alone together, and I had a feeling she did too. I needed this. All of it - every second of it. I needed her.


“I dunno mom, I kinda like relaxing at home with you. No more stress and stuff, you know?”


Mom thought she saw right through me, but she always had a hard time realizing I was telling the truth when I said such tender things.


“Okay, but I don’t want you growing up to be a loner you know.” Mom said with a look of concern on her face. “It’s important that you take your friends with you when you leave school. It’ll get harder and harder to find new people as you get older, honey.”


I nodded as she spoke, but I already knew that - she already told me. We’ve had this conversation before, but my feelings have always been the same.


“I know mom. I don’t see it as such a big deal, y’know? I like being a sorta lone wolf.”


Mom’s eyebrows didn’t relax after I said that, which was cause for some concern. Usually when I say something like that, it would put the conversation to rest - but apparently not this time.


“Well alright, honey. Invite someone over at least once this summer though, okay?” Mom said with a worried lilt in her voice.


I blinked and nodded my head at her which she seemed content with, and we played a few games together before she went and got dressed.


“You need anything from the store before I go?” Mom asked, jingling the car keys in her hand.


Her sizable purse hung off her shoulder and she was dressed in a pink crop top with black yoga pants. I could only see her from the side, so I couldn’t tell if she had another camel toe, but I was more than able to ogle her curvaceous ass as its form swooped down her back and into the top of her thick thighs like a shapely mound. She was a feast for the eyes.


“No, I’m good.” I said, looking at her as she left through the front door.


“I’ll be back later then! Call me if you need anything!”


Almost as soon as I saw her car pull away from our house and roll down the street did I find myself in her bedroom, wrist-deep in her underwear. Thongs, g-strings, frilly panties, all of it was here. Even some of the more risque pieces like the micro bikini bottoms I held in my fingers were here. I took handfuls of the scanty things and held them to my face, inhaling through my nose and mouth as mom’s scent filled my lungs. They were clean, but still smelled faintly of her musky aroma and my body reacted. The pheromones intoxicated me, regardless if they belonged to my mom. My senses were stimulated and intrigued, and my manhood wanted to mate with the woman they belonged to. Digging through her bras, I found my favorite pair of hers, which were lacy and black, and almost completely sheer. I scooped them up and drank in mom’s scent, lapping at the fabric as if I could still taste her in them.


After gorging on mom’s underwear, my perverted senses, and my cock, were sated. Dropping into the cushions of the couch red-faced and out of breath, I felt like I was melting. Relaxation and contentment coursed through my veins like a menthol feeling and I gazed out the front window to see mom’s car returning home. Realizing I had a huge, wet stain on the outside of my pajama pants, I darted for my room to get changed.


When I returned to the living room however, I found that the front door had already been opened with voices coming from the kitchen behind me.


“That should be everything, thank you so much!” Mom said, leaning forward to hug the mystery visitor.


I couldn’t tell who it was in the second or two they were hugging, but I could tell it was a guy, and from the body language, they wanted a piece. His hands grazed her lower back for only a moment before the two of them separated and I could finally tell who it was.


“Shawn? What are you doing here?” I asked, already uneasy with his presence in my house.


“It’s so funny, I feel like we were just talking about your friends from school!”


“I ran into your mom outside the store, and she offered to let me hang out with you guys.”


I was almost completely floored, what the hell was mom thinking bringing him here? Did she really think we were friends? What did I say that could’ve possibly given her that assumption?


“Oh. Okay well-”


“I told him I bought you a PS5 and he wanted to see it!” Mom said, inadvertently interrupting me out of her excitement.


“Yeah, can we check it out?” Shawn asked, turning his head around to gaze at our living room.


“Uh yeah. It’s right over here.”


I was reluctant to welcome him into our home, but I figured the sooner I entertain him the sooner I can kick him out. Mom stood beside us with her hands on her wide hips as she watched us play, and Shawn was seated right next to her. I felt uncomfortable even having him be that near her, but I brushed it off as the joystick clacked away in my hands. In the corner of my eye however, I couldn’t help but notice mom’s crotch was almost visible against the form-fitting pants she was wearing, and was on the cusp of becoming a more lewd shape should she remain unaware. To make matters worse, it was directly within Shawn’s line of sight and barely a foot away from his head.

The late evening was cold and a silence hung in the air like curtains as I quietly left my room to go check on them. Shawn was hunched over mom and her face was pressed down into the cushions.


“What are you doing?!”


My hands reached out toward him, grasping his shoulders in an attempt to force him off of her. The position mom was in allowed for him to look directly up her shorts and at the entrances into her body, and his hands were still holding onto mom’s buttocks as she presented herself to him like an offering. My confusion grew into rage.


“Stop! Fucking stop!” I shouted, wringing Shawn’s neck with my hands.


His head shook like a ragdoll as the rest of his body carried on unimpeded by my assault. Greasy fingers crept up into mom’s shorts as his thumbs pulled mom apart to reveal her glistening flower. She gasped.


I clawed at him like an animal, tearing his clothes off from his body and sinking my nails into him. His oily, wiry body was hard to grasp at and despite my frenzied attacks, he hardly acknowledged I was even there.


“Why are you doing this? Mom, stop him!”


“I lost a bet, Samuel. I need to pay up.” She moaned, turning to face me as she spoke.


I thought about what she said for a moment before stepping away from them, and my hands groped around the living room floor as if I were blind, searching for a controller. I nearly gasped in surprise after taking one in my hands as if it were gold, and I looked up at the television screen towering over me. On the screen was Shawn’s character against mine in a game of Street Biter, and I looked over at them.


“I’m going to stop this. I’ll win and you have to stop.”


My own voice sounded foreign to me as I spoke, but I didn’t let it distract me before I directed my concentration toward the game in front of me. The controller clattered in my hand as I manically hammered the buttons - my life depended on it, I had to win. Shawn wasn’t even playing and it seemed as if I were fighting against the computer, but I knew it was him. His fighting style, his character and costume, it was him. I knew it was.


“You’re fucking cheating!” I exclaimed, panic welling up in my voice.


When I shouted my accusations at him, I looked up to find him mounting mom on the couch. His cock was free and the veiny, red pole grinded against mom’s crevice as if it were moments before they were going to start fucking.


“Not yet, you can’t! I’m fighting, see? I’m gonna win, you can’t!”


That couldn’t have been further from the truth as I mashed the buttons of my controller in a berserk rage. I had lost control and was out of options. Nothing I did seemed to break Shawn’s defense, and the sounds mom was making behind me were causing me to panic - I was done for.


“K-O!”


I gasped in surprise and shot a pleading look at them before I begged for another chance, but it was too late. Shawn’s swollen root was pumping mom’s warm hole for all it was worth, and he excitedly bucked his hips into her ass as the pleasurable sensations of her velvety textures overwhelmed him.


“Ah! It’s sucking me! You’re sucking me in! Oh…!” He groaned, his tongue hanging out of his mouth like a dog’s.


Mom groaned, her face buried in the cushions as he continued defiling her suckling entrance.


“Stop, you can’t! Please!” I begged, grabbing at the edge of the couch like a pleading child.


She was panting like a whore when Shawn finally looked down at me as he thrusted.


“I won. I’m the winner. Uh, yeah, take it. I fucking win. Your mom is mine.” He grunted, his speech hitched by the rhythm in which he plundered her. “Fuck yeah, you like that?”


Mom moaned as she lifted her face from the cushions, but her ass was still held higher than her shoulders. My mouth was watering at the sight of mom’s winking asshole as it puckered each time Shawn’s cock plunged a little too deeply into her. She was his prize.


“More, I want more! C’mere, bitch.” He said, tugging at her hair from behind as if it were a leash.


Her head jerked backward in response and she readjusted herself so she was now on her back, but the two of them never stopped fucking as they changed places. Mom dutifully accommodated him and held her manicured hands against his flexing buttocks as she lifted her legs apart, her knees nearly touching her shoulders. I inhaled the scent of sex that mom was producing like it was the aroma of her cooking. It was a drug.


“Please stop, it wasn’t fair. I couldn’t beat you dude, please.” I begged, kneeling beside the couch.


My face was inches from mom’s winking butthole and the sweaty ball sack that feverishly slapped against it, and they were like animals now, as Shawn churned her pink hole like his cock was a spoon. The squelching noises from mom’s pussy assaulted my ears and her moans were becoming more guttural and lustful. He was hitting all of her favorite spots in her body. He was conquering her. This dork - this complete loser was breeding my mom like a whore. He fucked her like he paid for her. Like he owned her.


Shawn tugged mom’s shirt off of her and the only thing she was wearing now were the loose shorts that offered no protection against his sexual assault. Her massive breasts jiggled violently as he picked up the pace of his thrusts, craning his head down to take one of her teats into his crooked mouth before sucking on it. Mom panted and screamed like a whore as her voluptuous body clung to him like she was holding on for dear life, and he clumsily took each of her breasts in his hands before lapping at both of her nipples.


The kissing, sucking noises from mom’s chest competed in volume with the wet slaps from their lower bodies coming together again and again, but the pace in which they fucked only grew faster and more desperate. Mom’s plump lower body jiggled from the force of every thrust and the nectar leaking from her velvety, pink entrance was nearly being worked into a froth as Shawn’s veiny, red cock invaded her.


“Please mom, fight him! Don’t let him cum inside of you!” I pleaded. “He’s going to keep fucking you unless you stop him!”


She was openly screaming now as her eyes were rolled up into her head and her silken, dark-brown hair had come undone from the loose bun that it had been in after her recent shower. The couch cushions were soaked from the sloppy, wet juices of mom’s pussy and her hole was turning a bright shade of reddish pink as a result of their savage fucking.


“Fuck me! Fuck me! Yes, make me yours!” Mom groaned.


Shawn’s mouth was still filled with mom’s teats as he breathed heavily through his nose, and her breasts hung from his lips as they wobbled and jiggled from his thrusts. Eventually he grunted long and hard - her nipples still in his mouth as he panted and mom’s moans became more excited and high-pitched. He was cumming inside her. With a wet pop, mom’s teats fell from his mouth and he growled with his eyes closed, face inches from hers, and they panted in tandem for several long moments.


Unable to come to terms with what I had just witnessed, I turned to look at mom’s red pussy that had been practically beaten raw, and the twitching, wet cock that was still sheathed inside it. It throbbed several times as his nutsack seemed to tighten and relax before tightening again. Warm, white seed slowly leaked out around the circumference of Shawn’s veiny cock and dripped down over mom’s still-winking butthole. She was coaxing it out of him, and each time she flexed her pussy, her butthole seemed to pucker in response. Mom was milking him with her pussy. I couldn’t believe it.


“Samuel, breakfast is ready!”


Mom held her breasts to his mouth with her hands as he slowly started bucking his hips once again.


“Samuel?”


My head jerked to one side as I jolted awake, and saw mom in a robe standing over me with her hand on my arm.


“I’m sorry honey, I thought you were awake.” She said in a low voice. “You can go back to sleep.”


“No, I’m up. I’m awake.”


My emotions were still coming down off of that nightmare, and my adrenaline was leaving my body. I had no intentions of going back to sleep despite how tired I was, and I lethargically climbed out of bed after mom.


“I made you boys some eggs and bacon. Come eat with us in the kitchen.”


“Boys.” I thought.


I guess that meant Shawn was still here. I exhaled deeply before inhaling the cold morning air and stepped into the kitchen.


“Do you like it Shawn?” Mom asked, touching him on the shoulder as she passed him.


“Mhm! Thanks Ms. Sanchez, it’s really good. Way better than what my mom makes.”


“I’m glad you like it, hun. There’s plenty more if you want some.”


I still felt uneasy when I sat down at the table, and my mind still identified Shawn as an enemy with my gut reaction telling me to stay my hand. The rest of the morning was unremarkable apart from the more clumsy attempts at flirting directed at mom. Her bare legs were crossed as she sat on the couch. That same couch he fucked her on. Those same legs that were held in the air. I shook those images from my head and disappeared into my room as I waited for Shawn to finally leave. The goodbyes were short and rehearsed, but I was relieved to have finally been left alone with mom. I could relax.


“You know Samuel, whenever we have a guest, you need to show more hospitality.” Mom chided. “I didn’t raise you to be so rude, did I?”


Her words practically went in one ear and out the other as I headed for my room and hopped on my computer. I rang up my friends online and offered them something more interesting than the usual gaming sessions we have. We plotted to go jump Shawn.


“I’m going now, mom! I’ll be back later.” I announced as I left the house later that day.


My backpack hung off of my shoulder as I rode my bike to a friend’s house, and mom waved goodbye at me from the front door. I was worried someone might see her in her robe outside, but I had bigger fish to fry, and peddled out of the neighborhood.


“So you know where he’ll be at?” One of them asked.


“Yeah, he always goes to that video game place near the grocery store. We’ll catch him.”


“I always hated that annoying runt, so this’ll be fun.”


The three of us laughed and my confidence grew as we rode our bikes through the neighborhood onto the way toward the gaming store. Looking casual, we sat around on our bikes next to the sidewalk for any sign of the little twerp when one of us saw some movement down the street.


“Is that him?”


“Yeah, I think it is!” I exclaimed.


We were in the middle of some random neighborhood and away from the main streets so the chances that anyone would catch us beating this creep into the dirt were minimal. Anyone seeing us from their windows didn’t matter either as we were going to be long gone before any cops showed up. I was grinning. Nearly from ear to ear - I could feel it. I was going to teach this loser a lesson he was never going to forget, and I was going to relish every second of it.


“Hey Sheen, what’s up?”


“Uh, nothing. My name’s not Sheen by the way, it’s Shawn.”


“Whatever, Spleen. You wearing clean underwear?”


“What?”


One of my friends circled behind him after dropping their bike on the ground and yanked at his waistband. Shawn squealed like a little girl and I was about to kick him in the nutsack when we heard a car approaching from around the corner.


“Hey, watch it! I hear a car coming.” I announced, looking at the direction it was heading from.


It was my mom’s car. I couldn’t believe it - of all the cars on the planet, it had to be mom’s. We stood there as she pulled up beside us on the sidewalk and the motor whirred as the window rolled down.


“Hey you guys. What’re you all up to?” Mom asked from the driver’s side window.


“Nothing, just hangin’ out.”


I was surveying the houses around us trying to look nonchalant as one of my friends stepped away from Shawn who was still trying to readjust his underwear.


“Oh okay, well I was just on my way to the grocery store. Can I get you boys anything?”


“Nah, we’re good.”


“A-actually, can I get a ride?” Shawn stammered.


“Sure, hun. Hop on in!”


I was quiet as we watched him step off of the sidewalk and climbed into the back seat of mom’s car.


“You boys want a ride too?”


“Nah, it’s fine.”


“Okay then, I’ll see you at home! Call me if you need anything!”


Mom waved at us and I held my hand up but didn’t wave it.


“Fuck.”


“Well that fuckin’ sucks.” Another replied.


“Least we didn’t get caught.”


“Yeah. Hey, your mom’s kinda hot.”


I gave them a dead arm after looking at them in the eye, and the three of us rode off to go hang out for a while until I got bored. On the ride back home I thought about what Shawn might have said to my mom, and although I had every cause to be alarmed, it didn’t phase me. I knew that if he were to tell her what I did, he’d look like a complete wimp and if there was any chance he had with my mom; it’d be gone after that. If he kept his mouth shut, I’d be in the clear, and Shawn would likely still be aware of the fact that my friends and I could beat his ass at any moment. This was as good enough a strategy as any to me, and I arrived at my house with little reason to worry.


“Hey mom, I’m home.”


“Welcome home, honey.” Mom replied from the living room.


She was sitting on the couch with Shawn and they each had controllers in their hands. I was livid.


“You wanna play with Shawn for a bit while I get dinner ready?” Mom asked as she stood up from the couch.


I didn’t want to, but I remembered what mom said earlier and didn’t want to get on her bad side this early in the evening. Plus, it was likely he wouldn’t be staying the night two days in a row, right? I watched mom walk toward the kitchen, her shapely legs causing her plump ass to sway and wobble just slightly with each step. The jean shorts she had on were unreal, and I could feel my dick stirring in my pants as I stood near the couch.


“You tell mom what we did and that won’t stop us from doing it again next time.” I said coldly, as I picked a controller up from the carpet.


“Yeah I’ll just get my mom to drive me next time.”


“You’re playing a dangerous game coming to my house again after seeing what we’d do. Next time, you might not be so lucky.”


“Talk as much as you want, I know you can’t do anything with your mom around.”


His voice was whiny and nasally when he replied, and it took a small amount of self-control not to punch his lights out the moment he opened his mouth. I only vacantly played Dark Bowls with him before realizing how boring it was.


“Oh, oh! My kitchen has been invaded by a dark chef!” He exclaimed, nearly hopping up and down on the couch cushion in excitement.


My top lip curled in disgust and the controller fell from my hand the moment he said that.


“What are you doing? I’m gonna die if you don’t help me!”


I ignored him and was halfway to my room when mom appeared in the doorway to the kitchen.


“Is something wrong?” She asked as she wiped her hands on a small cloth.


“He’s letting me die to an invader! I can’t beat him alone!”


My eye twitched and mom stood there with her hands on her hips as she gave me an unamused look.


“Samuel.”


“What, it’s not a big deal. He’s just going to lose some bowls he can just pick back up when he respawns, who cares?” I replied exhaustedly. “That game is so boring, are you seriously gonna make me play?”


Mom sighed and walked toward the couch before taking the spare controller in her hands and the two of them played. I shrugged it off and went into my room, and didn’t come out save for a plate of food that mom made. She didn’t protest as much as yesterday, thankfully, but I still had no desire to confront her about it any more than I already had today. Shawn was a complete nuisance, but I was determined to not let him drive himself between mom and I.


For weeks this guy kept coming over to my house, playing games with mom, and making me wish I had never had a Playstation in the first place. He was an annoying spastic to be sure, but what really drove a nail through the finger was the fact that mom was more concerned with being a polite host than just kicking this loser to the curb. Every time, she would take his side. Every time, I’d make mom angry. That wasn’t the worst of it either, as the two of them were getting along far better than I was ever comfortable with. Mom practically treated him like a second son, and my summer vacation was being wasted.


“Does he really have to stay over? Doesn’t he have, like, anyone else in his family who can take care of him?” I groaned impatiently. “He’s like my age. Why does he need someone to watch him anyway?”


“We already had this conversation Samuel. His mother’s driving up north to visit a relative’s funeral, and as far as I’m aware, he doesn’t know how to cook.”


“Why the hell didn’t he go up with his mom too, then? It’s not our job to take care of him.”


“As far as I’m aware, I’m the only one who takes care of anyone in this house, Samuel - but if you’d like to know then perhaps you can ask him yourself.”


“Come on, mom. Don’t you think it’s weird to be taking care of this guy like he’s a little kid? I mean come on, you’re supposed to be my mom, not his. Why are we even arguing over this?”


Mom sighed and held her phone up to her face to check her makeup.


“Samuel, it’s called compassion. If something happened to me, I’d be thankful if someone took care of you while I was gone.”


“But I’m not some needy man-boy who needs his mom to cook and clean after him.”


She looked at me without moving her head and was quiet for a moment before she spoke.


“You’re right, you don’t need any help. You’re a big, strong man who doesn’t need anyone or anything. But Shawn isn’t, so I’m letting him stay here. Is that a good enough answer, Samuel?”


I sighed and my protests were stemmed as I reluctantly accepted the fact that he would be spending the night at our house for the next few days. I didn’t get it - why was mom so protective of him? Did she pity him, or was she not ready to have an empty nest? I wasn’t exactly going anywhere yet, she still had me - why was she concerned over him?

I’m fine, honey. Shawn and I were just spending some quality time together.”


I looked at her for a moment as I pondered her word choice, and noticed that one sleeve of her blouse was much higher than the other - far more so in that it was unlikely to have just been from lying on the couch.


“You know, mom, if he does anything that makes you uncomfortable-” My voice was low and deep as I spoke to impart the seriousness of my words. “Just let me know, alright?”


“Oh, I will honey - if he makes me uncomfortable, that is.”


Her reaction wasn’t exactly one I expected, and I was somewhat annoyed by the lax nature of her words, but I had to take what she said at face value. She was my mom, and I trusted her, even if my instincts were telling me not to. I wasn’t quite sure who to believe. I was about to leave the kitchen with an ice cream bar in hand when she stopped me.


“Going to bed, Samuel?”


I glanced apprehensively at her, unsure if I should lie to her or not in order to create some sort of tactical advantage. Her beautiful, brown eyes stared tenderly at me as she idly licked her plush lips. I was suddenly acutely reminded of how good she looked tonight, and pangs of jealousy returned to me in a fury. I knew the answer.


“Um, yeah, I’m kinda tired. I’ll probably go to bed soon. Why?”


Mom’s sultry demeanor smoldered with a mischievous intent. I couldn’t tell if it was my own unrelenting appetite for my gorgeous mother, or if she really was taunting me with her provocative energy. I was admittedly starved for her affection as of late, but was it really starting to take a toll on me in this way? That I was now unwittingly lusting for her with little control of my own mental faculties? I couldn’t tell if what I was seeing was real, and that I wasn’t simply misinterpreting things. In the end, I retreated from her - retreated from my own mounting desires to lust after my mom.


I left for my room, but upon glimpsing back, I saw that mom was coming out of the kitchen with a can of whipped cream and some cake. Jealousy stabbed at me like a thorn.


“Alright guys, I’m back.” I said, putting my headset on within my lonely bedroom.


The rest of the evening was filled with more uneasy feelings met with unsubstantiated suspicions, and I struggled to process all of the strange occurrences I witnessed earlier. I knew there was no possibility that a woman like mom could ever fall for a creep like Shawn, but my paranoia was voracious and my anxiety grew. I had no choice other than to dwell on it for the sake of chasing some peace of mind, as if I was going to suddenly reach an epiphany which will solve the Shawn problem in one move. I wanted to keep mom safe, and a part of me knew that as long as he was under the same roof as her, she was never going to be.


Even as far back as I can remember, Shawn’s always been the loser. He never talked to girls let alone women, and what few friends he had were just as gross and pathetic as him. He wasn’t even particularly clever either, as his grades were bad and the things he’d say were downright embarrassing, but you’d think someone like him would at least be self-aware. I was almost astounded the first time I spoke to him. His over-inflated ego was mind-boggling to me considering his status as a social pariah and a dorky virgin, and all of the pieces began to fall into place.


People like Shawn weren’t losers only because teenagers are ruthless pack animals. He was a loser because he worked for it. In many ways he deserved his place at the very bottom of the social ladder, and for the foreseeable future, he’d remain there when you account for how little empathy he has for others. It did however, make for satisfying results when reality promptly, and oftentimes, hit him in the face. He regarded anyone who didn’t play video games as neanderthals, and the girls who had no interest in him as sluts. The guys who could do ten pushups without dying as jocks, and the mom who raised him as a tyrant.


I was becoming intimately aware of how his mind works and how he perceived the world around him over the years I had known him, but these past few days I was becoming familiar with his personality to an uncomfortable degree. He was thoroughly unpleasant to nearly all senses, thanks to his nasally voice and dubious bathing habits, and I thought that if there was any possibility he could attract any woman it’d be the result of pity.


Then my mind drifted toward mom. Mom was incredible, in every detail of the word. She was compassionate, albeit quick to anger, but I could always trust her to be there for me. Sure, that was expected of every mom, but she was different. It was almost a common occurrence in my youth, to see men hitting on her at every possible occasion, and she always chose me instead. I was in love with her from a young age, and my heart was always entwined with hers when I stopped to smell the roses - I knew how lucky I was, even back then.


She has a caring heart as well. One that would put many moms to shame, but one that often compelled extraordinary jealousy within me from as early as I could remember. Others from school clinging to her leg and calling her “mommy” was one of my earliest memories of jealousy. Rowdy classmates catching a glimpse of her and whistling being one of the strongest. So transfixed with her was I, that she not only stirred my romantic feelings for her, she also stirred the best version of me from within.


Mom drove me to study, to learn, to be charismatic. I wasn’t perfect, surely, but if it wasn’t for her I wonder if I would have turned out like Shawn.


“My tough, little man. Mommy loves you.”


Her voice rang through my memories like a church bell, it was ethereal. Whether mom felt the same way about me I was unsure, but it was ultimately unimportant as I had no future without her in it. Countless memories of her, I thought about how many times I’d fallen in love with her. How many times I was driven to protect her from men. How many times she cried from a bad relationship when I was always there to console her. She could see the goodness in anyone, whether or not there was any there at all. That was the kind of woman that could fall for Shawn.


My head jerked upward as I woke up from my sleep. I must have dozed off in my chair and I looked at the clock. It was nearly midnight. I got up from my creaky seat and I stretched my arms and legs as I listened for any signs of life coming from elsewhere in the house. I was unsurprised at this point that the whole place was quiet, and I left my room for a glass of water before bed.


“C’mon, just a little?”


“No, hun. I can’t.”


“Please?” He begged.


I heard their low voices murmuring in the dim light of the living room, and I stood still in the hallway as I continued to eavesdrop.


“No.”


“Well why not? It’ll only be for a second.”


“I’m not going to do that while Samuel’s in the other room.” Mom whispered. “You’re insane.”


“C’mon, Shanie. We already got this far, what’s a little more?”


“I said no.”


Mom’s reaction was unusual, as if she was smiling as she spoke. In fact, her voice didn’t sound at all as if she were serious or annoyed, and my curiosity and jealousy competed for control over my heart as I listened.


“How about this then: I win ten games in a row, and you have to do what I want.”


“And if you don’t?” She asked.


“If I don’t win ten games in a row, I uh-”


“You’ll get a haircut and wear nicer clothes?”


“Uh, sure I guess. You manage to break my streak, and I’ll start dressing like a dweeb.”


“Like a gentleman, you mean?”


“If you say so.”


When I heard their controllers begin clicking, anger and confusion welled up from the blackest pits of my chest and I stormed back into my room. I couldn’t believe it. Surely I was missing some sort of context to their conversation, but what else could those words possibly mean? There was little room for doubt left in my mind, and I knew that Shawn had something unsavory planned for mom. I held my ear to the door. Laughter, the clamorous noise of their controllers, and eventually even the hiss from a can of whipped cream. Mom giggled then sighed. That was it. That was more than I could handle, and I bolted out of my bedroom in a fury - headed straight for the living room.


“Oh! Samuel, I didn’t know you were still awake!” Mom said in surprise. “U-um, were we too loud, honey?”


Mom was wiping something off of her with a napkin, and Shawn brushed his mouth off with his shirt when I approached them.


“What’re you doing with the whipped cream?” I demanded. “Were you touching my mom?”


“Samuel!”


“Uh no I wasn’t. Right, Shanie?”


“Bullshit.” I retorted.


“Samuel, is that what this is about?” Mom sighed. “Honey, there’s nothing you need to be worried about, really. You should go back to bed, sweetheart.”


“Are you two fooling around in here? Is that what I was hearing?”


I glared at Shawn before I caught the glimpse of some whipped cream on mom’s cleavage and my jaw hung open in disbelief. Mom’s eyes followed mine and she quickly wiped it off with one hand before looking away in embarrassment.
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“Samuel, honey, it’s not what you think.”


“That’s bullshit mom, and you know it. What am I supposed to think? I mean look at this.”


“So what if there’s whipped cream on my chest? It was an honest mistake Samuel, some of it fell off of my plate.”


“And so you just left it there?”


“No, I was wiping it off with a napkin when you showed up and started throwing accusations around.”


Mom’s guilt was beginning to show through as there was little retaliation from her in the form of anger, which usually meant I was right on the mark. I didn’t want to, but I pressed her with further questions.


“And what about you, huh? Staying up late with my mom all the time, coming over and using my shit.” I said angrily. “This doesn’t belong to you, you know, and neither does my mom.”


“Samuel!”


Shawn was visibly shaken now as my anger grew, and mom stood up from the couch now and stood between the two of us as he remained frozen where he sat. He was like a prey animal, begging for mercy in the path of its predator. I wanted to break his face.


“Samuel, go to your room, now! We’ll talk about this tomorrow.”


“Only if you go to yours, mom. I’m not leaving until I know you two aren’t fooling around like teenagers in here.”


“Samuel Sanchez, you cannot talk that way to me!” She hollered.


Her fury was beginning to emerge now and competed with my own as our raised voices echoed through the house.


“I don’t belong to you Samuel, you can’t tell me what to do in my own home!”


“I won’t let him play you like this, mom! He’s a creep, why can’t you see that!?”


“I have had enough out of you today, Samuel. I won’t hear it. Go to your room now, or else.”


My eyes went from hers to Shawn’s then back to hers. “Or else what?”


Her beautiful eyes narrowed in anger. “Or else I really give you something to get mad about.”


I clenched my jaw and said nothing for several moments as my mind dwelled on every possibility her words implied, and I relented. I stomped back toward my room and took one final look back at them. Mom had her hand on her forehead as if to quell a headache, and Shawn looked at her, his face went from looking at her head to looking at her legs and ass. My teeth practically grinded themselves flat.


Despite how high tensions had gotten, I was still exhausted and I fell asleep almost immediately after collapsing in bed. My dreams were rife with inner conflict, as everything that occurred promptly haunted me that night. I was exhausted as my mind was awash with everything I could’ve or should’ve said in that moment, things I wish I had said. Things that I know were going to haunt me later.


I remember grabbing Shawn by the collar and shaking him as hard as I possibly could. His greasy head shook limply from my assault, and I could hear mom yelling at me from behind. I paid her little heed as I was about to take all of my anger out on him when I heard a strange noise. Clothing hitting the floor - soft cloth crumpling into a small pile.


“Mom, what are you-”


“Put him down, now, Samuel.”


She was completely naked. Her dress was gathered around her pedicured feet and she stepped out of them toward me with her large, heavy breasts shaking from her movements. I didn’t know what to think, and instead simply obeyed her as Shawn hung limply in my fists like a ragdoll. Mom’s brown nipples protruded in the cold, night air within the room we were in, and the dark areola seemed to draw the very desire from my eyes as they locked onto her with lurid intent. I wanted her the way a king wants a queen, and I had only my love for her to quell my overwhelming desire to ravage her at this moment.


“Are you alright, sweetheart?”


“I’m fine, mom, I-”


“Not you.” Mom whispered with an impatient glance toward me.


She crouched over him with her soft, pendulous breasts hanging over him like ripe, tan fruits as she tended to him. Her dainty hands stroked his face so tenderly that I swear I could feel a knife sink into my chest. I was livid. I lunged toward her in an attempt to wrestle her away from him, but Shawn rose from the ground and with mom’s help, the two of them had pushed me back. I don’t know why, but it was exceedingly difficult to climb to my feet, as if I were held down with invisible weights, and I struggled again and again to pry her away from him to no avail.


After countless attempts to rise to my feet, my strength eventually failed me and I floundered about on the ground like an exhausted animal.


“I’m so sorry you had to endure that, sweetheart. Here, let me make it all better, baby.” Mom groaned, as she climbed over him.


She held his head in her hands with her fingers in his hair as she lifted him into her bosom, and proceeded to breastfeed him. I howled in agony as I listened to his soft, satisfied moans as he suckled at her teats like a hungry puppy, the wet, sucking noises filled the room. Mom’s breathing became more laborious as she closed her eyes with her eyebrows furrowed. Soft groans escaped her throat as she offered him her milk.


“Mom, stop! Please don’t do this. I won’t hurt him, please, just help me get up.”


The two of them ignored my pleas for mercy, and I watched as Shawn wrapped one of his arms around her waist and guided her to the floor beneath him, their forms entangling until he was on top of her. His face was inches from hers when he exhaled and roughly pushed his chapped mouth against her plush lips, devouring her in a lustful frenzy.


“Stop! Shawn, stop, please! I won’t hurt you anymore, just - please!”


He was clumsily and hastily pulling his pants down as a massive, veiny, red cock sprang free from the confines of his underwear and he lined himself up with mom’s shaved crotch.


“Stop!”


Mom moaned long and hard as she stroked his back with her manicured fingers, coaxing him into her with a tender language. He grunted as he spastically writhed on top of her, like he was already racing himself to an orgasm when he slowed his strokes and began groaning like an animal. Mom’s mouth was agape as her eyes rolled up into her head, and she submitted to him as he churned her warm, wet hole with reckless abandon.


“Mom!”


My bloodshot eyes opened as I sat up in bed, and my boxers were soaked with cum. With an impatient flailing of limbs, I climbed out of bed and exited my room to survey the house. I needed to know. I had to.


My nightmares of late seemed to manifest an unsettling energy that haunted me, even after I was awake. I knew they were just dreams, but the raw emotion I felt affected me in an uncanny way and affected how I looked at mom, how I spoke to her. I was attributing the things that were happening in my nightmares to her, as if she were responsible for what I imagined her doing, and it was taking a toll on our relationship.


Nevertheless, I had to indulge my paranoia. I had to quiet the obsessively insecure voices in my mind by seeing with my own eyes the comforting reality. I knew in my heart that mom would never do what I feared she would, but the overbearing, overprotective part of my brain demanded action; and I relented.


Stepping out into the living room, the first thing I noticed was a vacant couch with some haphazardly folded blankets piled on one side. I continued searching. Mom’s shower was running and I decided to continue my patrol there, and I cautiously peered through the slightly open door to mom’s bedroom before entering it to find no one inside. I was thankful to find her bedroom empty, and for good measure I quietly moved toward her bathroom, toward the sounds of running water.


“It’s for her own safety” I thought as my trembling hand pushed the door open as silently as possible.


I swallowed the saliva building in my mouth and poked my head through the opening in the door. It was just mom there, in the shower, with hot water and soapy bubbles rolling over her motherly, brown body like leaves on a river. I moved to leave and give her some privacy, but I found it almost impossible to pull myself away from her. The foggy curtain only managed to obscure the voluptuous shape of her immaculate form as my eyes ran along its curves and edges as if I could taste them. Mom was gorgeous.


Her bedroom was cool and dry compared to the humidity of the bathroom, and a piercing, cold air tickled my face after pulling my head out of the doorframe. I was completely erect. My gaze fell to the floor of her bedroom to find a small, crumpled pile of the clothes she wore to bed, and after bringing a small ball of lacy cotton to my face, I inhaled. Mom’s scent permeated the tiny triangle of underwear, and the pheromones of a Latin goddess filled my lungs as I listened to the sounds of her bathing behind me. For a brief moment, I was in heaven.


The loud “thunk” of the shower turning off concluded my escape, and after closing the bedroom door behind me, I was certain now that Shawn had left. I cared little as to when or why, and I knew it likely had something to do with what happened last night but it still made little difference. He was out of my house now and that was all that mattered.


I spent some of the morning playing video games in the living room until mom came out wearing a loose-fitting crop top and short shorts. My mouth nearly hung open in surprise but I was glad mom had chosen to wear something as revealing as this with no one else around.Yet today apparently wasn’t the day we were going to get along. Mom was still angry about last night, and I could hear it in her footsteps and the way she closed the drawers in the kitchen. I sighed, and after a moment of gathering my resolve, I went to go ask her what was wrong knowing full well what awaited me.


“I don’t know Samuel, is something wrong?” She replied sarcastically.


I was already exhausted from arguing with her after a single question, and irritation began to bubble up within me as tensions rose.


“You know I had every right to be angry last night, mom. I don’t like him and I don’t like him being here, and you know that.”


Mom slammed the pan in her hands down onto the countertop in a fit of anger before she spoke. “And you know you have no right to control me. Last time I checked Samuel, I was your mother, not your wife, and if you have a problem with me and the way I treat our guests-”


“Mom, I-”


“-well then you can just leave and go find a new mother who can take care of you.”

I could only hope neither of them saw me take my phone with me into the bathroom, but I was almost past the point of caring. Mom’s delicious body set my hormones on fire and I needed to jack off. Now.


I wasn’t sure how long I had spent tending to my erection in the bathroom, but I wasn’t fully satisfied considering the ridiculous degree mom had aroused me. Masturbation wasn’t going to cut it, I needed sex.


“I’ll be right back, I’m gonna go get us some pillows to sit on.”


Mom was halfway out of my bedroom when I stopped her, and with a wicked haste, my mouth moved before my brain could catch up. “Oh I’ve got some you can use mom.”


“Oh? Okay, thank you.”


I pulled the pillows off of my bed before I handed them to her, making note of which one mom chose to use, and I hungrily eyed the flattened pillow trapped underneath her plump, meaty ass. It was bound to be infused with her aroma before long, and my dick was already stiffening at the prospect of enjoying it later tonight.


“Why don’t we take this back out to the living room. It’s sweltering in here.” Mom said, fanning herself off with both hands.


“No!” I said suddenly, surprising both them and myself by my urgency. “Uh, I uh was gonna hook it up to the router so it has a better connection.”


That was a half-truth at best, but it seemed to serve its purpose as both Shawn and my mom reluctantly accepted it and remained in my room. The majority of the scorching day was spent in my cramped bedroom with a buxom beauty filling the small space with her intoxicating pheromones, and I was almost drunk on desire by the time the sun started setting.


“Why don’t we take a break? I’m completely soaked, I’m gonna go take another shower.” Mom said, climbing to her unsteady feet after sitting for so long. “Sorry about your pillow, sweety.”


“Don’t worry about it mom, I’ll wash it later.” I said, swallowing my saliva.


Mom was holding both pillows in each hand as she walked out of my bedroom. “It’s alright honey, I can do it.”


Panic struck me and I lunged out of my computer chair to chase after her, and I grabbed them from her as I spoke. “Oh, don’t worry about it mom, I’ve got it.”


“Are you sure?” Mom asked, furrowing an eyebrow in surprise. “Alright then.”


My heart still pounded in my chest after that close call, and I held the pillow mom used up to my face as I inhaled, my eyes glued to her sweaty backside as she walked toward her bedroom down the hall. It smelled like heaven. Shawn nearly caught me sniffing it when he walked past me, and I ignored him as I went back into my room with them, and tossing the one he used into a random corner.


My ears picked up the muffled hiss of water running a few minutes later, and I turned my head toward the rest of the house, as if I could see through walls.


“Surely he’s going to do it this time. If I could barely resist mom like this, there’s no way he could.” I thought.


I was careful this time to remain silent as I left my room, and I crept out of the hallway toward the living room, ready to hide behind something should I see any sign of Shawn; but there was none. My movements were like a phantom’s as I snuck toward mom’s bedroom. The door was cracked open and after only glancing inside for a fraction of a second did I recognize a greasy, lanky scarecrow peeping on my mom in the bathroom. Anger ricocheted through me like a thunderbolt and I lunged at him.


“What the fuck are you doing?” I hissed, grabbing the collar of his stained shirt in my fists.


He looked at me with a panicked look across his pimpled face, he was terrified. Suddenly, the sound of mom turning off the shower thumped from her bathroom.


“I u-uh-”


“Samuel?” Mom called out, her voice echoing within the confines of the small, tiled room.


“Mom! Shawn was watching you shower!”


“No I wasn’t!”


Mom pulled the shower curtain to the side just enough to see, but it was hardly opaque enough to obscure her immaculate form. We could practically see everything. My cock twitched at the sight of her mocha-colored hourglass through the curtain, and my eyes darted back to the snivelling creep in my grasp.


“Yes you were!”


“Samuel! Let go of him!” Mom shouted, reaching for the towel rack beside her.


It was only for a nanosecond, but mom’s full nipple appeared in the brief moment she leaned over to reach for her towel, and I knew Shawn saw that as well. I shoved him against the bedroom wall.


“Samuel!”


I kept him easily pinned against the wall considering that he was practically a skeleton with a bad haircut as mom covered herself in the bathroom. He could do nothing but look at me with terror-filled eyes, shaking.


“Samuel you let go of him right now!” Mom barked, appearing from the bathroom with only a single towel wrapped around her bodacious form.


She was completely slick from head to toe and she smelled like fruity shampoo, and I swallowed my saliva before shaking my head.


“No mom, I caught him peeping on you.”


“No! I swear I wasn’t! I just lost my phone and was looking for it in here! I wasn’t looking, honest!” Shawn pleaded, with his head craning to meet her face. “I just needed it so I can call my mom and tell her I’m spending the night!”


“Bullshit!”


“Samuel, you will let go of him now.” Mom’s voice was smoldering with fury now.


“But mom-”


“No. Go to your room. I’ve had it with you.”


My grip relaxed as confusion and disbelief intermingled on my bewildered face. I couldn’t believe what I was hearing.


“I’m serious mom, he-”


She moved between the two of us with her back to me as she ignored me and apologized to him.


“I’m so sorry for the way he treated you.” Mom said, glaring at me before returning to look at him. “I just don’t know what’s gotten into him.


Before I left I looked back at him and saw a wirey grin across his face as he eyed mom like a piece of meat. My blood ran cold through my veins and my hands felt clammy. Every step toward my room felt strange, as if my legs had fallen asleep. This was madness. How could she believe him over me, her own son? Was I really that rude to him? There was no way. Could she have really pitied him that much? I couldn’t understand it.


I collapsed into my chair as I mulled over what had just happened for a long time before I heard their voices coming from the living room. Based on mom’s voice, she was likely trying to contain the damage I apparently caused, and was attempting to placate him like a good hostess. I grimaced. Shaking my head, I resolved not to leave my room for the remainder of the night. I had no reason to. Shawn had no shot with mom anyway, and I couldn’t stomach seeing him. Mom barged in through my bedroom about an hour later and angrily unhooked my Playstation from the TV before leaving with it without saying a word.


“So be it.” I thought.


Over an hour had passed before I was beginning to grow tired, but the noises from the TV were loud enough to keep me up and I grew annoyed. They were going to keep me awake at this rate, and I held my ear to the door in order to gauge how best to approach mom when I listened to them.


“Oh, I win again! You know what that means.” Shawn said luridly, rousing some alarm within me.


“Mm-mm (no). I said, ‘in-a-row.’ You still have to beat me one more time.”


My eyes vacantly meandered about the room as I intently listened to them. I knew what it sounded like, but I was surely missing some context to their conversation and continued listening for several minutes. The sounds of their controllers clacking competed with their taunting and laughing as the noises from the TV played. Eventually I could hear the telltale announcer of the game declare a winner, and Shawn cheered.


“Ooh yeah! I won. You gonna pay up?”


I couldn’t hear mom’s response for several moments as I strained to listen for her voice.


“-I’ll go check on him first.” Mom said, as she presumably got up to come find me.


Thinking fast, I shut off my bedroom lights and jumped into bed with a blanket over me. I don’t know why I did it, but one part of me didn’t want to have to endure more of her berating, while another wanted to see where my curiosity took me. Mom tapped quietly on the bedroom door for a moment before slowly opening it. She stuck her head in to gaze about the dark room as the light from the hallway leaked through the threshold, and I could see she was still drying her hair in a towel with a small bathrobe on. After confirming that I was asleep, she silently closed the door and returned to the living room, and I quickly emerged out of bed. I opened the door a crack and continued eavesdropping.


“He’s asleep, so don’t wake him up.” Mom whispered.


“Alright, I’ll be quiet.”


“And you can’t tell him about this either, or else this stops.”


“I won’t tell a soul, I promise.”


The couch creaked for a second before several long moments of silence followed. Then suddenly, I heard a low moan from Shawn. My eyes nearly bulged out of my skull after hearing him, and I held my breath as I waited for more clues.


Slurp.


Shawn moaned again.


Slurp, slurp, suck, slurp.


He was panting now, and I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. Surely this was a mistake. Surely it wasn’t what I think it was. I was in utter disbelief, and my mind raced through every possible explanation as the wet, sucking noises increased in volume and frequency.


“Oh fuck yeah! Fuckin’ suck it! I won, fuckin’ suck me harder!” Shawn whispered, his voice ragged with lust.


I gritted my teeth in rage upon hearing him say that, but every part of me wanted nothing to do with them. It pained me to listen to the two of them go at it, and I dreaded confronting them with mom in as bad a mood as she was. I couldn’t bear to see it, whatever it was that mom was doing - although I knew exactly what it was.


Storming toward the other end of my room away from the door, I lied in bed staring at the black ceiling for hours listening to them from the living room. They continued playing together into the long hours of the night, but my heart pounded in my chest whenever the sounds from the TV quieted from their absence. My stomach and my heart were both turning in knots until I fell asleep to the sounds of Shawn laughing - but only Shawn laughed. I couldn’t hear mom’s voice.


The next morning was warm but unwelcome as I rubbed my eyes awake. I dreaded having to leave my room to see the smarmy look on his pimply face, and I turned on my computer as my morning wood demanded attention. Listening intently for any ambient noise elsewhere in the house, I was confident everyone was still asleep and I went to my favorite porn sites.


Milfs. My favorite category. I scrolled through the videos I knew were going to make me cum, and I opened them all in several tabs as I freed my stiffening cock from my boxers. Just as I started tugging however, my ears picked up the sounds of mom’s shower running, and my lust for revenge far eclipsed my need to masturbate. I pulled my pants back on and quickly left my room.


My blood was pumping as I cracked my knuckles and I looked around the living room for any signs of the pasty creep. Nowhere. Not even any sign of him from spare blankets and pillows. Only mom’s bathrobe. Discarded on the floor in front of the couch. And her panties. The sound of mom’s shower tickled the back of my mind like a parasite, and the sounds of muffled giggling reached my ears. One uneasy step followed by another toward mom’s bedroom, I listened carefully for any unusual noises as I braced myself to see someone in mom’s bed. With my fist clenched into white knuckles, I eased the door open and leaned in to see mom’s room empty.


Slap, slap, slap.


My eyes darted toward mom’s bathroom.


Slap, slap, slap, slap.


Someone with a nasally voice was panting like a dog in mom’s shower before the rhythmic breathing was interrupted by a loud groan. From mom.


“Ah, yeah! Fuck, I’m gonna cum!”


Shawn’s voice again. I swallowed my saliva.


Slap, slap, slap. Smack!


“Oh!” She squealed.


“Yeah, you fuckin’ like that?”


Smack! Slap, slap, slap.


“Ugh. Yeah. Uh.” A woman’s voice grunted.


My head was spinning and my vision was blurry, but I continued with uneasy steps toward mom’s bathroom until I stood before the doorway. The door was left ajar and I pushed it open, making no attempt to hide my presence, and I saw it. Mom’s curvy, brown silhouette bent over while a skinnier, paler one was pushing into it from behind. Her heavy, milky spheres shaking frantically with each thrust as her plump, meaty ass was being plundered. The two of them continued going at it for several moments until Shawn groaned loudly, announcing that he had likely cummed inside mom. They panted with exhaustion as the shower hissed hot water over them, and it looked like mom had turned around to face him with her backside still pressed up against his crotch.


“Ah!” Mom moaned sharply.


It looked as if Shawn had taken one of mom’s prodigious breasts to his face and was presumably sucking her teat, hungrily gnawing and slurping as if she were feeding him, until mom turned her head.


“Samuel?!” Mom gasped, as she quickly tugged the curtain to the side to confirm it.


I stood there unmoving as mom craned her head to look at me around the curtain without revealing what she was letting Shawn do to her in the shower. That is, until he too pulled it open to show off his conquest. My mom. In her full, naked glory. She looked like a deer in headlights as she tried wrestling the curtain back closed in a panic, but I had seen everything. Her wet, soapy body. Her plump, meaty ass pressed against him. Even his swollen, reddish cock that hung like a flaccid horse’s as it had twitched its final globs of seed against her thigh. All of it.