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He grunted as he slowly pulled his hips away from mom’s backside, making sure to keep her cheeks spread apart with his thumbs for the camera until his semi-flaccid cock fell out of her winking butthole. Whenever it relaxed, it remained gaped to a similar size and shape of Garret’s circumference. He completely stretched her out and used her. Her wet, brown hole looked completely spent. This was my mom, now. That hole was mom’s hole. My mind struggled to connect the dots and a part of me was still in denial. I was as motionless as a statue when Garret proceeded to jerk himself hard again before sheathing himself into my mom’s vagina in one quick motion.

Mom’s head shot up from the surface of the mattress as she suddenly groaned in surprise, and Garret churned his hips at a steady, purposeful rate. He was making himself hard again using her pussy. He felt he was too good to jerk himself off now. Mom’s pussy was just right.

After a few more moments of violating my mom’s warm, velvety entrance, Garret suddenly pulled his cock out of her wet, pink flower and quickly plunged it back into her asshole before returning it again to her pussy.

“Hah! Both of these holes are mine! Your mom’s so stretched out now, she’s like my own, personal, living sex doll. Check it out!”

Garret thrusted into each of her holes one after the other as he cackled with laughter. Mom was unamused. Her sad eyes looked over at her backside to see the disgusting pig raping her holes from behind before climbing my body to meet my gaze. The hair on the back of my neck stood up as she stared at me - she looked gorgeous. Her long, curly, dark hair was draped over one side of her head as her plush lips quivered on her face. She looked like she was past crying now and was humiliated into compliance. She was like a beaten dog, sexually tamed by brutal force.

Tears welled up in my eyes and I wiped my face with one arm as I held the phone with the other hand. I was filming my own mom’s sexual domination at the hands of a guy the same age as me - her son. Garret was gleefully pumping his fat pole into each of my mom’s holes like it was a game, and mom didn’t react beyond the rhythmic shaking of her curvy body from his hungry thrusts. She was completely broken in and emotionally spent. She was closer to that of a sex doll now than a living woman, but I knew in my heart she was still my mom, even now.

“You think your mom’s gonna get pregnant after this?” Garret asked with a breathless voice as he continued to violate her. “I’ve been squirting loads in her cunt for hours. One of em’s gotta take root by now.”

He was prying her butthole apart with his thumbs as he continued churning her pussy, mom’s labia gripped the circumference of Garret’s shaft as if it were two sizes too big for her and the sound of their sex filled the bedroom. Mom sounded wet, really wet. My cock twitched in my pants, reminding me I had been fully erect this entire time. I ignored it and continued to film them while praying that he would finish already - even if it was inside her.

“A-are you done yet?” I whimpered, my legs beginning to grow cold and numb for standing still for so long.

“Do I fuckin’ look like I’m done?”

Garret’s thrusts were brutal and deep now as he stared intently at mom’s lips that tightly gripped his shaft. He had been fucking her almost all day now, and I knew it would be a long while before he reached another orgasm. He was going to have to violate my mom for the next entire hour at this rate. My heart trembled in my chest when that thought crossed my mind. My poor mother.

“Here, gimme the fuckin’ phone, I’ll do it.” He said, snatching his phone from my hands and waving me away.

My neck shrunk into my shoulders as I quietly slinked out of the bedroom while he continued to mercilessly pound mom’s hole like she had insulted him. There was an unbridled anger mixed with his lust as he pumped her, like he was taking his angst out on the one beautiful woman he was ever going to come into contact with. Like this was his one and only chance to violate a woman as gorgeous as my mom, and took every opportunity to defile her completely.

My mom was his plaything, his breeding slave. Over the course of the next couple days, he would continually fuck her on almost every flat surface in the house, making her wear all sorts of lingerie and makeup while he filmed her in every conceivable position. Garret broke his promise and had sent several videos of my mom to his friends from school as well as numerous websites online. He made me look her up to check the view count, and over the course of a single weekend, mom became famous on every pornsite I could find. It was humiliating, the things that people would say about her. That was my mom up there on the top videos of the week. My beloved mommy.

Garret never let up in his cruelty either. He forced mom to walk around the house with a dog collar around her neck wearing only her makeup and heels as she crawled on all fours. He made her wear revealing lingerie while she made us dinner, and forced her to sit on his lap and feed him like a baby as he pushed himself up inside her. I spent every afternoon at the dinner table with them as mom silently fed him while he violated her, his hips writhing against her from under her plump buttocks. Garret made me crawl under the table several times to film him enter her from underneath, his gnarled, red cock slithering inside my mom like an invading tentacle as she struggled to maintain what illusion of motherly dignity she still held on to.

“Here, my husband, you got some food on you.”

He made her start calling him that. Mom wiped the food from the corner of his mouth before he brutishly tugged her breast up to his mouth and greedily sucked on her nipple. Mom was practically conditioned at this point to ignore pain, and the sound of her flat voice brought tears to my eyes. Tears of despair, tears of shame.

“Are you not hungry anymore, my husband?”

Garret hardly replied, his voice mumbling as he gnawed on her breast like a hungry goat before pawing her other breast into his face and suckling on both of her plump, brown teats.

“Okay, my love. You can have my milk then.”

Mom’s voice was emotionless and robotic, even when she spoke to me. It was as if her own mind retreated into itself and her motherly instincts had taken over to an unsettling degree. She treated him as if he were both her husband and her child, breastfeeding and making love to him like she was programmed to. My heart broke into a thousand pieces the first moment I had noticed this, but now I was just simply numb to it.

It didn’t matter that my dad and my sister were going to return home soon, the damage had been done. Mom was forced to become a pornstar, and I imagine everyone at school knew by now what Garret was doing to her. I wondered what my dad could even do at this point to save my mom. I knew that Garret stood no chance against him in a fight or in court, but that wasn’t what mattered. Garret raped my mom. He fucked her relentlessly, and in countless ways. She was completely broken in as his sex slave, and I was forced to witness all of it. He had already won, again and again - every single night.

“Uaoh! Uaoh! Uaoh!” Mom’s indecent moans escaped her throat as her eyes rolled up into her skull.

Garret had her feet in the air as he clasped his hands behind her head and kept her pinned against him. His ball sack slapped against mom’s labia as he violated her warm hole from behind, her hands gripping his hips for leverage.

The guttural sounds coming from mom’s mouth both aroused and frightened me as he bred her over the dining room table. It wasn’t long before Garret began to cum, and large amounts of their mixed nextar leaked out of my mom’s entrance and onto the dinner plate. Garret groaned long and hard before letting my mom go, and I watched as her whole body shivered as she struggled to gain her balance. He made her cum, and it wasn’t the first time. That fact disturbed me more than almost any other, knowing that he was able to pleasure her in ways I knew dad couldn’t. Garret was more intimately familiar now with my mom than my dad ever was, and I started to feel as if my whole life was a lie. I felt small.

“There, you can eat that.” He said to her with a loud spank on the ass.

Mom gorged herself on the contents of the plate like she was starving and hadn’t seen food for weeks. Streaks of cum and pussy juices lay atop the dinner she made for us, but she shoveled it all down regardless. I looked at my plate in front of me before pushing it away. I wasn’t hungry anymore. They fucked so relentlessly and often that mom must constantly be burning calories, or so I thought.

Eventually dad came home from his business trip and my sister came too for a bit from school, but nothing was the same. Dad was still in his own head, scarcely paying my mom any of the attention she needed, and my sister couldn’t care less. She always spent the majority of her life on her computer or out with her friends, and neither of them noticed the absence of life in mom’s eyes. Garret threatened her if I said anything, and I agreed. We were to live as well as we could as a normal family from now on.

I hugged and kissed my mom and I could feel her warmth and the softness of her body, but she was empty. Whenever I gazed into her sultry eyes, nothing looked back and she seemed to be able to look right through me entirely. My mom was gone, and Garret took her with him.

Our secret could only remain so for so long until one of dad’s work buddies recognized my mom on some website, and asked him about it. I swear I had never heard dad yell as loudly as he did that night he confronted mom, but she never told him the truth. She was pregnant with Garret’s baby. Mom never told dad what happened to her, but he was only suspicious for so long before he lost himself in his work again and stopped bringing it up with her.

I tiptoed from my room into my parent’s bedroom one night when I knew dad wasn’t home, and I found mom sitting on the edge of the bed with the bedside lamp on. She was naked.

“Mom?” I whispered, unsure of what to make of what I was seeing.

“Nadeem.”

“Mom, can I come in?”

“You can do anything you want, Nadeem.” She replied, devoid of emotion.

I gazed at her motherly body for a moment before I resolved to concentrate on more important things, and I sat beside her on the edge of her bed. Neither of us spoke, and I watched her stare at a corner of the room, only moving to blink and breathe.

“I love you, mom.”

No reply.

“I love you so much, mama.” Tears were welling up in my eyes and I could feel my lips curl into a frown as I clenched my jaw to choke back a flood of emotions. “More than anything.”

Mom remained a statue until I wrapped my arms around her, and my stiff cock twitched in my pants when I felt her nipples brush against my hand. Her body only seemed to sway from my weight and when I was confident she would continue to stay silent, I pushed her slowly onto the bed. I attacked her with a flurry of manic kisses along her breasts and neck, climbing up until I sucked on her lips and stared into her empty eyes. I paused for a moment before pushing my tongue into her mouth, but still she didn’t react. The wet sound of my tongue retreating from her mouth was all I heard from her before I spoke.

“Mom.” I whispered, stroking her dark hair along her forehead with my fingers.

Her eyes blinked and she sighed, but I couldn’t detect my mother in her. I was terrified she was gone for good. Her phone on the nightstand vibrated.

“That’s Garret. He wants to come have sex with me.”

I took the phone in my hands as I remained lying on top of mom, and after hesitating for a moment, I picked up.

“H-hello?” I asked, already knowing who was on the other end but dreading his voice.

“This Nadeem? Come open the front door, I wanna see your mom.”

I pulled the phone away from my ear and looked at mom’s face. “I-isn’t dad going to catch you?”

“Your father’s working overnight. He won’t be home until 9 am.”

“B-but Hafsa might hear you guys having sex.”

Mom said nothing, and only continued to stare at the ceiling as she lied still beneath me.

“Is that why you’re naked? You planned to have sex with him tonight?”

“Garret wanted to come have sex with me, yes.”

“M-mom! No, you can’t!”

“It’s too late Nadeem. You gave me away to him. I’m only doing what an obedient mother would do for her family.”

“This isn’t right, mom. Dad’s here, you can’t let Garret do this to us anymore!”

At that moment there was an impatient, loud pounding at the front door, and mom started to get up from underneath me. I watched as she walked out of the bedroom completely naked, and toward the front door. She opened it without hesitation, and a torrent of cold, night air rushed into the house from outside.

She was far from it. I wasn’t exactly an expert on women myself, but I knew mom well enough to know she was simply preserving her dignity by ignoring him and every little thing he did. It was beneath a woman like her to acknowledge a pig like Garret, and one could only expect a goddess to command a loftier esteem within their own home. Mom was far beyond his reach and the reach of any other man who laid eyes on her - the only problem being: I think he was too dumb to know this.

I didn’t reply to his comment until we reached my room, and after I opened the door, he shoved past me and sat on my computer chair as if it were his.

“So, how’re we gonna do this?” He asked, leaning back with his hands behind his head.

“Do what?”

My voice was flat as it reflected my complete disinterest in helping him, and I sat on the edge of my bed as I carefully watched him for any attempts at thievery. I wouldn’t have put it past him to try to steal something from me.

“My uh, my project. That shit’s due soon and I barely even started!”

“That sounds like a you-problem, Garret. You don’t seriously expect me to do your project for you, do you?”

He was quiet for several moments as he idly rubbed his hands together as if he were massaging his callouses.

“Yeah, you might be right. I’ll have to think of a way to pay you off.”

“I don’t want your money. You don’t have anything I want.” I replied with impatient derision.

“Yeah-yeah. You at least get started on like the uh, intro or whatever and I’ll give you a hundred bucks, right now.”

“Nah, fuck off.”

“Then how about I pump the brakes on fuckin’ your mom too?”

My eyebrows remained lowered in contempt until I thought about mom and he pulled a crisp, green bill with Benjamin Franklin’s face on it, and I must admit, my interest suddenly grew. I took it from him and held it up to the light, and was pleasantly surprised to find that it was indeed real, and I pocketed it.

“Alright, I’ll bite. Move aside and I’ll get started on your intro, but that’s as far as I’m gonna go until I’m convinced you’ll leave her alone too.” I said, standing up from the bed.

Garret eagerly got up from the chair as I went to work on his project, but he seemed to care little for it and each time I asked him to elaborate on something, he just left it up to me. Something else occupied his mind - or rather, someone. He idly milled about my room for the better part of an hour until he was suddenly overcome with boredom, and in an attempt to placate my sanity, I dismissed him. I figured he was relatively harmless since mom could easily brush him off, but I couldn’t help but feel that nagging little sensation in the back of my mind telling me to check on him. I dismissed it. I had another project to work on.

A couple more hours had passed, and I was just about finished with Garret’s intro when I leaned back in my chair and listened for any signs of life from the house. It was unusually quiet, and I got up to leave my room as my suspicion began to grow. I surveyed the living room to find a stained puddle from what was likely some cranberry juice soaked into the carpet, and I looked around the house to find either of them. I couldn’t find them and the muffled sounds of my mom and dad’s shower running could be heard. My stomach dropped.

“He wouldn’t.” I muttered to myself as I hurriedly ran toward mom and dad’s bedroom.

The bedroom door was cracked open, and I eased it wider with one hand as I peered inside. Garret was nowhere to be seen, and relief washed over me as I stepped forward. My head craned around to see any sign of him and I continued tiptoeing toward the running shower as I listened intently for any clues as to his whereabouts. The dress mom wore was crumpled into a pile at the foot of her bed along with her underwear. My cock twitched at the sight of them. I now stood in front of my parent’s bathroom, surprised to see the door was still left slightly open, and with a shaky hand, I cautiously pushed it ajar.

Garret was there, fully clothed and standing next to the shower curtain he held open with one hand as the other held something on the other side. I was shocked and confused at first, until rage began to simmer in my chest like steam, but I wanted to be sure. I needed to know what exactly he was doing before I sprung the impromptu trap on him. Mom’s brown silhouette could be seen through the somewhat opaque curtain, and from what I could tell she was unaware of Garret’s presence as she showered. Saliva began to flood my mouth at the sight of her swaying form. I was acutely aware of what delicious, motherly heaven lie beyond that plastic curtain, and while every fibre of my being yearned for more, I readjusted my focus onto Garret and his antics. He held onto something small, thin, and black until he pulled it back from the other side of the shower curtain and inspected it. It was his phone. Mom’s soapy, wet body writhed on the screen as he hungrily massaged his crotch while the video played. Jealousy and anger both competed for control over my emotions as I vacantly stepped back in disbelief and horror, and I glanced at my feet. Mom’s lacy panties had tangled themselves around my foot.

The moment I looked back up to confront him, Garret was already holding the doorknob of the bathroom door with one hand as he stared at me. Neither of us said a word for what felt like several long seconds, until a smile escaped his cracked lips and I saw his crooked, yellowing teeth.

“Looks like you caught me.” He admitted nonchalantly.

“You’re fucking dead.”

My fist was clenched so tightly I felt like I was going to break my own fingers had I squeezed it any tighter. He shook his head and held his phone up so that I could see its screen and the video of a small, brown goddess bathing herself. Her manicured hands ran along the surface of her curvaceous body as the water ran over her, the soapy suds flowing around every bend, curve, and crevice of her luxurious form like foam in a swirling cup of hot cocoa. It was mom.

With a dull thud, the shower was shut off and both our eyes glanced at the bathroom door. I clenched my teeth and inhaled through my flared nostrils as he slowly shook his head, and he continued to hold his phone up to me as if it were a crucifix. I slowly walked backward a few steps and he followed me - each of our footfalls as silent as possible as the rasp of the shower curtain opening could be heard. Soon, we were out of my parent’s bedroom as he quietly closed the door behind him and without a second to spare. I heard mom open the bathroom door as she quietly hummed to herself as her voice could be heard roaming about her bedroom as she dried and dressed herself. The sounds of dresser drawers opening and closing carried up the stairs as Garret continued to goad me back into my room with his phone still gripped in his pudgy hand.

“Now, before this gets out of hand, let me explain.”

“Fuck you! I’m going to tell her what you fucking did, you piece of shit!”

I’d have shouted louder, but I didn’t want mom to hear me yet - not until I felt I had the advantage. He closed the door behind him and sat in my chair with a grin still pinned on his greasy face as I stood in the middle of the room. I was nearly shivering with adrenaline as anger began to eclipse my vision with a red hue.

“It was your mom’s fault, really.” He admitted with a mocking contempt in his voice.. “She really ought to be more careful in the future. If she hadn't spilled that glass and stained her dress, she wouldn’t have had to take a shower in front of me - and I wouldn’t have recorded it.”

“Fuck you!”

“Nah, nah. Fuck her. It’s her own fault I’ve got this on my phone, and it’s her fault you’re gonna finish the rest of my history project.”

“The fuck I am!” I barked as I stepped toward the door.

“Ah! You touch that doorknob, and I upload this so everyone can see it - and I mean everyone. Our classmates, my friends, and even complete strangers online, they’ll all get it on this milf action you’ve been keeping from us.”

He stood up from my chair and held his face inches from mine as I glared at him with a quickly dwindling fury.

“That’s not gonna look so good on your little family’s reputation now, is it? Your little mommy becoming a hit pornstar on the internet overnight?”

I said nothing but I could hardly see straight as my rage began to subside and replace itself with anguish as he spoke.

“And I mean it. Your mom’s a fucking hot little slice. I can’t wait to crack her ass open and fill it with some fat, American beef.”

“Go fuck yourself. She wants nothing to do with you. You think that video gives you power over her?”

“Yeah, actually.” He chuckled. “And I already know, but with a little bit of exhibit-a here: she’ll give it up. They always do. House milfs like her are always so stuck up and untouchable until you bring their fat, meaty asses back to Earth with some humble pie - and I’m gonna get me some of her warm, little pie.”

My lips trembled as they contorted into a disgusted frown, and tears began to well up in my eyes, blinding me as he swung the door open.

“Oh, and one more thing. If you start to hear any weird sounds, you’re free to come take a look - in fact, I want you to watch as I rearrange your little mommy’s guts from the inside with my cock up her fat ass. I’m gonna stir this thing around inside her like I’m mixing cake batter, and you’re gonna hear all the noises she makes.”

The blood running through my veins felt ice-cold as I watched him disappear around the corner of the wall and listened to his footsteps as he descended the stairs. I was shaking now as I stood frozen in my room like a cold, wet dog and I looked down at my hands. My knuckles were pale. My whole body was trembling until I lifted my feet off of the carpet and toward a chair, and I still shivered as it creaked under my weight and I could feel beads of sweat rolling down my ribcage. A pair of uneasy hands reached toward the keyboard. The murmur of their voices faintly carried up the stairs into my room, and curiosity and revulsion mixed in my stomach like a cocktail.

I lunged out of my chair and held onto the door frame with both hands as I steadied myself and attempted to eavesdrop on what transpired downstairs. I couldn’t make anything out of what they were saying until I heard mom gasp, and Garret laughing. My feet carried me forward out of my room involuntarily and without any input, my body continued down the stairs as sweat raced down my sides like tiny ice cubes. I had to know. I needed to know.

“So how about it?” He asked lecherously.

He had his phone in his hand as mom had her arms crossed in front of her with a small bathrobe on. She looked staunchly against whatever proposal he had just offered her until she saw me in the reflection of a mirror in her bedroom, and she quickly turned her head to look at me.

“Nadeem?” She asked with a worry-stricken voice.

“Mom?”

Her beautiful, brown eyes looked remorseful for a moment before she cast them downwards toward the floor in shame.

“Can you go upstairs to your room, honey? I need your friend’s help with something for a little bit.”

“But mom-”

“You heard her, go back to your room! I’ve got something important to do to your little mommy.” He muttered with perverse intent.

Tears rolled down mom’s cheek as she cleared her throat. “It’s alright sweetheart. I just need to speak with him for a bit. Why don’t you study for a while, play some music?”

She stepped toward her bedroom door and held onto the door knob to close it when I moved closer.

“Mom, no. Please, you don’t have to do this.” I whispered, leaning forward to wrap my arms around her.

I couldn’t tell if it was her or I that was trembling with fear, but I pulled my head back to look at her eyes to find a sorrowful look across her beautiful face.

“I’m sorry Nadeem.”

The last thing I saw before she closed the bedroom door were the long lashes of her beautiful, downcast eyes. I heard the click of a lock from the other side, and I stood there, inches from the door. Inches from the room where Garret was alone with my mom. Inches from the defilement that was about to take place. Inches from mom.

“Take it off.” I heard him say.

His command was followed by the subtle sounds of a cotton robe being untied, proceeded by the soft noise of it falling onto the floor. Mom gasped suddenly, and I could hear wet kissing noises as she could scarcely contain her disgust - soft groans of discomfort escaping her mouth as the frantic suckling sounds continued. I couldn’t stomach it any longer.

I turned my back to the door and slowly placed one foot in front of the other as I moved toward my room. It was as if I were walking underwater, the entire feeling was surreal. The muffled sounds of mom’s struggling became quieter and quieter the further I walked away from her bedroom until I reached my own. My rigid cock lurched in my pants and my ears picked up the noise of bed springs creaking followed by several sharp slaps. He was spanking mom.

The computer chair’s wheels rumbled under my weight as I rolled it toward my desk, and the moment I took my headphones in my hand, I could hear mom crying in pain. My mouse in my fingers clicked quietly in my room as I pulled up Garret’s school project. The last thing to reach my ear drums was a long and guttural moan from him combined with a pained groan from mom. I pulled the headphones over my ears and everything was silent. He was inside of her now. He was inside mom. Whatever happened now and whatever was going to happen could never change that. He had his cock inside of her.

No music played in my ears, and the silent hours I spent working on a project that wasn’t my own were numbing. I felt like a zombie. I wanted to believe that he wasn’t alone with mom downstairs. I wanted to believe that he wasn’t using her like a sex slave, but the moment I readjusted my headphones I could hear Garret’s animalistic grunts coupled with the rhythmic creaking of mom’s bed - I couldn’t hear her.

I looked at the clock and saw that a few hours had passed since I began working, and a hunger was beginning to dig a pit into my stomach as I stood up from my chair. The house was unusually quiet and the hair on my arms stood on end as I reluctantly took ahold of my bedroom door handle. It rotated silently in my grasp as I listened intently for any sign of life from elsewhere in the house, but my ears picked up the subtle click from the kitchen stove. My heart pounded in my chest like an engine piston as I descended the stairs and the musky aroma of sex filled the air in my lungs as if I walked through a sauna. Mom’s bedroom door was open.

My eyes clenched shut and I shook my head as if I were trying to shake off the effects of a spell, and I continued furtively toward the kitchen. Then I saw her. Mom standing in front of the stove. She was wearing the bathrobe she had on from before, but I was shocked to see a pair of nylon stockings and high heels on her legs and feet. She had her back to me and likely didn’t know I was here, and I looked at her. I wanted to cry. The familiar sight of that woman making dinner for me was both nostalgic and painful in this state. I could see thick, white globules of cum soaking into the insides of her thighs like candle wax, and I cleared my throat.

Mom gasped and hid the bottom half of her body behind the counter between us. Her cheeks were stained with makeup and tear-soaked mascara dried on her face in streaks. Her hair was a mess. Neither of us said nothing for what felt like minutes until my uneasy voice croaked out a word.

“Mom?”

She pursed her lips as if she were about to cry, but didn’t move away from the other side of the counter before she spoke.

“Yes, sweetheart?” She sounded as if she were on the verge of tears.

“Are you alright?”

I froze suddenly when Garret elbowed past me into the kitchen and peered over the stove at what mom was making and sidled up behind her as if they were lovers. She was shivering when she shook her head, “no.”

“You makin’ me dinner, baby? That’s real sweet after what I did to you.” His voice was deep and raspy, as if he had just woken up from a nap. “Guess that’s to be expected of a sexy mommy like you. Real women know how to properly take care of their men. Don’t you?”

Tears rolled down mom’s cheeks as she closed her eyes, and she hesitantly shook her head “yes” before he wrapped his arms around her waist. His palms ran along her curvaceous body as mom’s dainty hands clutched the edge of the counter she was leaning against, and I watched as he lifted the hem of her bathrobe up to look at her cheeks.

“Mm!” He grunted. “I just can’t get enough of this fat, meaty ass of yours, bitch. I could fuck you forever!”

The bottom of mom’s lip quivered in fear as he groped her from behind, and Garret’s eyes met mine.

“Hey, c’mere and look at what I did to your mommy.”

“No!” Mom cried, suddenly pulling her robe down with her hands as she attempted to escape his grip.

Her struggle was fruitless as he held onto her by the hips.

“C’mon, come take a look. I want you to see this.”

Mom sobbed quietly as she shook her head from side to side in disbelief, and I slowly walked around them as my rigid cock twitched impatiently in my pants. The first thing I noticed were how good mom’s shapely legs looked in stockings, and how beautiful her feet were in stilettos. I didn’t even know mom had a pair until today. Garret’s pudgy hands were resting on top of mom’s cheeks as he held the bottom of her robe up over her backside and he pushed her forward to better present her to me. I could hear mom quietly crying as my eyes roamed her plump, round buttocks as she shivered in the cold air of the kitchen.

“And take a look at this.”

Garret pulled her buttocks apart with his thumbs and I saw it. I saw everything. Mom’s winking butthole that gaped as it relaxed. Her wet labia, completely covered in her nectar as well as his seed that drenched the inner thighs of her stockings. He made a mess of her. He completely destroyed her - my mom. My poor mother. I could tell from the state of her entrances, the things he did to her, and how he defiled her. He left nothing untouched and he plundered her thoroughly and mercilessly, almost as if he were taking his anger out on her the entire time. Mom sobbed as I inspected her and Garret’s wide grin revealed how proud he was of his work.

“Nadeem. Please don’t look.” She murmured quietly, as if she were ashamed of her own voice.

“And if you think she looks good now, imagine how she feels!”

Mom cried out in pain suddenly as he lined himself up with her backside and pushed his hips forward. His cock disappeared inside of her, but I didn’t see into which hole and mom yelped with each thrust as she grabbed the counter under her for support.

“Ah! She’s sucking me right in, it’s as if she wants it! You gotta try it Nadeem!”

I stood there like a statue as he grabbed her by the shoulders and bucked his hips into her from behind. He kicked her legs apart and I watched as the flesh of mom’s buttocks rippled from his assault when suddenly, he stopped. He turned his hips slightly to face me and he slowly pulled himself out of her to reveal he had been in her pussy until his veiny, swollen root came out with a wet “plop.”

“Look at this thing dude. Could you imagine I could fit all of this inside her?”

Mom whimpered as she hung her head down. Her dark, curly hair billowed out across the surface of the counter.

I moved hurriedly into the building as I heard one of them mutter another racial slur under their breath. I wanted nothing to do with them, and especially not after they saw my mom. I wasn’t exactly one of the popular kids at school, but at least I wasn’t one of the creeps in Garret’s group of friends. They were complete dirtbags through and through: from their bigotry to their cowardice, their hostility to education and their general lack of bathing habits - they were insufferable. Learning was genuinely enjoyable to me but I knew I would be glad to be rid of them for at least a few weeks over the upcoming holiday vacation. I worried about what they would do to harass me now that they had seen my mom for themselves.

“Ah, Mr. Ahmad, good morning.”

The teacher was already seated at his desk when I walked in and he ushered me toward him with my report in his wrinkled hand.

I took my report from him before I tiredly murmured a greeting. “G’morning sir, did you grade my report already?”

A few other students shuffled into class through the door and took their seats - Garret among them.

“I did indeed, Mr. Ahmad. I was very pleased with your writing, and you will find your grade well deserved. Well done, my boy.”

The instructor’s remarks were picked up by my ears but I wasn’t fully paying attention to him as he spoke, but when I opened the cover of my report I was met with a large, red “A” encircled in one corner. I smiled.

“Thank you sir, I really appreciate you grading it early.” I said before turning toward the class and taking my seat.

Garret eyed me and the finished project in my hand with envy before he pulled a stick of gum out of his pocket.

“Good morning, class. Today we’re going to continue studying Rome and Carthage from the last lecture, and here’s a quick recap for those of us who weren’t here.”

The class was insightful as usual, especially after enjoying the emotional high of having a major project officially finished, and with an “A” as well. Garret had at one point flicked a chewing gum wrapper on my desk asking if he could see my report, which I replied by promptly ignoring him.

It always bothered me that he was so shameless with his moronic antics and that I was on the receiving end of most of them. It was likely a result of my ethnic background, but something tells me that wasn’t where his prejudice ended, and I had little desire to entertain those thoughts. He was an ant. An ignorant, greasy-haired, pimple-faced ant.

“Alright class, you are dismissed. Next class is on Monday next week, and our final lecture is next Thursday! The final day of class and the day your reports are due!” Mr. Roberts’ voice increased in volume as he spoke, competing with the chorus of small talk and backpack zippers.

I had made it only several steps out of the classroom before I was stopped by someone. It was Garret.

“Hey bro, why didn’t you let me see your report dude? It’s only for a second.”

“I’m not handing you my project. I heard what you and your friends call me.” I said as I began walking away from him. “You’re insane if you think I’m going to help you.”

I could see that his friends were looking at me when I walked by them, and I paid the cretins no mind as I walked toward my next class. The rest of the school day was thankfully less eventful than it had been this morning, and I was eager to go home after a long day. Mom’s car was parked in the parking lot as she waited for me, and I waved at her before I began walking.

“Hey, bro! Is that your mom?”

I heard someone call out. The voice was unfortunately familiar, and the speed in which I walked toward mom’s car increased with each step until I was almost running. By the time I had reached the door handle, I immediately pulled it open when the same voice called out to me.

“Hey man, you still down to help me do some research for my project today?”

Mom’s gaze shifted from my face to the person’s behind me, and I dreaded every moment it took to turn around and face them. It was Garret. Again.

“Dude, what?” I asked him with genuine confusion.

His friends were walking past mom’s car a fair distance as they wanted to get a good look at the woman behind me but didn’t want to get too close in case they needed to run. I turned around to glance at mom and saw that she was wearing a white, button-down shirt that struggled to contain her heaving bosom, and a pair of skin-tight khakis that at a glance made her almost look bottomless as she sat in the driver’s seat. She smiled and raised her eyebrows in surprise, as if the pudgy, pimple-faced creep that was talking to me was suddenly my friend.

“Yeah, you said you’d be down to help me with my report!”

“I never sa-”

“Oh, Nadeem! Is this a friend of yours?” Mom chirped from behind me.

I saw his face turn slightly to meet hers before he waved. “Hey, are you Nadeem’s sister?”

A grimace formed on my face the moment he said that, and I furrowed my eyebrows in disgust and confusion before I looked back at mom. She was laughing.

“Oh, honey, no. I’m his mom, I’m Nadeem’s mother.”

I shook my head at her as I glared, but apparently she misread what I was doing and interpreted it as embarrassment rather than a warning. She frowned with her lips, but was still clearly smiling with the rest of her beautiful face as she struggled to get a handle on her amusement.

“It’s nice to meet you, I’m Garret. Sorry for the hold up, I just wanted to see if Nadeem still wanted to help me out this weekend.”

I was practically shooting daggers through my eyes at him at this point, and if mom wasn’t here, I would have likely swung at him.

“There’s no way I’m gonna he-”

“Sure! Climb on in Garret, you can come over to our place.”

My head was swiveling back and forth between them in confusion as I watched Garret climb into the car seat behind mine. This was insanity. I wanted to yell at this greasy, little cretin, but there was no way I’d have gotten away with doing something like that in front of mom. I wanted to haul him out by the stained collar of his ratty shirt, and had seriously debated doing it despite the riot act mom would surely rattle off to me for days. I angrily exhaled through my nose as I took my seat next to mom, and my mind struggled to come up with ways to get rid of this creep as soon as humanly possible.

“So how long have you two known each other?” She asked as she glanced at him through the rear-view mirror.

“Oh we go way back. Nadeem’s one of the smartest in the class, and I’m the funniest. We’re like buddy cops.”

Mom exhaled in amusement at the comment before glancing at me as she smiled. I returned her look with a knowing glare which she seemed to perceive as more embarrassment of her reaction, and she took it as her cue to stop asking questions instead of, “kick this idiot to the curb.” The rest of the car ride home was spent in relative silence.

When we got home, Garret’s first reaction was to whistle in amazement. I could see that his eyes were locked on mom’s backside, but he continued.

“That’s a real beaut, Mrs. Ahmad.”

Mom smiled quizzically as she turned to look at him in confusion. “Oh?”

“This place - your house. It’s huge, I love it.”

“Oh well thank you Garret. Wait until you see the inside.”

I shook my head in disbelief at him before continuing toward the front door.

“I’d love to see the inside.” He mumbled, barely audibly.

There was little I could do now at this point to kick him out of our house, and accepted that I’d be stuck with him for the next couple hours as I continued to watch him with a close eye. Before mom had even finished giving him a tour of our home, I could’ve sworn he had stared at mom’s backside over a handful of times and readjusted his crotch the same amount. He was disgusting, and I wanted to tell mom but the odds were stacked against me regarding guests in the house. He was practically untouchable so long as mom was within earshot.

“So uh, Mrs. Ahmad, where’s the man of the house?” Garret’s question was loaded with sinister intent and his lecherous eyes glided along mom’s form as he asked it.

“Oh! He’s-”

“My dad’s at work. He should be home soon.” I interjected.

“Ah, alright.”

He sounded slightly disappointed at the news of dad’s imminent arrival from work as if it were the truth. The reality was, dad wasn’t likely coming home for a few more hours at best and I simply wanted to put some fear and respect in him with it. It didn’t work.

“So what’s a guy gotta do to get some food around here?” Garret asked as he made a show of patting his stomach.

“Oh, you’re hungry? Well I could get started on dinner if that’s the case.”

“You don’t have to mom, he-”

“That’d be lovely, Mrs. Ahmad. Thank you kindly.”

Mom flashed a brief smile at me as she left for the kitchen, and the two of us watched her leave. Her wide hips swayed with each movement as her buttocks strained against the skin-tight fabric of her pants, and I felt my cock stir to life. That is, until Garret opened his mouth to speak again.

“Hey, your mom’s a real babe, huh?”

“Don’t talk about my mom, and don’t get comfortable. You need to leave.” I replied, with anger welling within me like a pot of boiling water.

“Hey, hey, what’s the rush? I’m already here, and your mom seems to like me, eh?”

“She’s just being polite, and you’re about to leave - now.”

I took him by the shoulder to guide him toward the front door but he shoved me off and looked me in the eye before he spoke. He had a psychotic look glinting in his eyes that made me uncomfortable.

“”How about this: you fuck off and I don’t beat the living shit out of you at school?” He demanded, taking me by the collar of my shirt.

I placed my hands on his wrists in an attempt to force his arms away from me, but I was horrified to learn he was far stronger than I anticipated. I stood there grimacing as I struggled to free myself from his grasp, and he continued.

“Your mom’s got a real, sweet ass on her. Why don’t you go hide in your room for a bit while I go get me a slice of her fat, wet cake?”

“Fuck off, you’re not coming near my mom!”

“Yeah? And what about me knocking your teeth in with my fists don’t you understand?”

“If I tell her what a piece of shit you are, she’ll kick you out of the house! Who do you think she’ll believe?!”

Garret paused for a moment with my shirt still clenched in his fists as his eyes darted around the carpet, searching for clues.

“Yeah, you’re right.”

I relaxed my breathing the moment I heard him say that, but he hadn’t let go of me after he said it.

“That’s why you’re gonna help me get it in with your mom.”

“What?! Fuck off, I’m never going to fucking help you!”

A solid fist sunk into my abdomen and caused all of the air in my lungs to eject at once as a sharp, indignant groan. As I doubled over in pain, he grabbed me by the shoulders and forced me to stand.

“How about now, you little fuckin’ jihadi-terrorist?” He hissed as he glared at me.

I would have said something in response had my lungs allowed it, but I was struggling to contain the pain wracking my abdomen when he spoke again.

“You stay out of my way and me and my friends don’t all come to pay your mommy a visit when your dad’s away, got it? Or would you rather we all take turns running a train on her fat ass instead of just me?”

My head shook as I clutched my stomach.

“Good. Now the next time your mom comes to check on us, we’ll be the best of buds, right?”

I shook my head again as he slapped me on the back.

“See? Not so bad. Who knows, you might even like seeing your mom bent over on all fours for me.”

The humiliation of getting the wind knocked out of me was burning my ears, and in my own home no less. I was seething with hatred for this racist prick, but I doubted now if I was even as strong as he was after receiving such a blow. I was still clutching my stomach when mom came from the kitchen.

“Oh, Nadeem, are you alright?” Mom asked as she placed a hand on my forehead to raise my face to hers.

“He’s fine, just a stomach ache.”

Mom seemed to believe him but was still concerned for the state her son was in as she leaned forward to look at me. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see that Garret was openly admiring mom’s ass as she bent over in front of him and inadvertently gave him a show. He grinned ominously as he squeezed the outside of his pants with one hand.

“Hey uh, Mrs. Ahmad?” He asked, with his eyes still glued to mom’s backside.

She turned to him after she felt confident that I was alright and looked at him while still bent over at the waist toward me.

“Do you think I could get a glass of water? I’m parched.”

Mom nodded before turning back to face me once more, and Garret’s eyes dropped back down to her ass as he walked backwards out of the living room. He didn’t head in the direction of the kitchen which caused some alarm, but I was in no state to protest his detour and I stood there with mom, still clutching my stomach before she guided me toward the couch.

“Here honey, let me get you something to drink too.” Mom offered as she turned on her pedicured feet toward the direction of the kitchen.

In that moment, I could see Garret darting in from the hallways that led to the bedrooms with a wicked look of excitement on his face before mom had seen him. He looked like he was stuffing something into his pockets.

I sat on the couch for a couple minutes as I heard their voices from elsewhere in the house, and mom appeared from the kitchen with a tall glass of water in her hands before she handed it to me.

“Here sweetheart. This should help your stomach ache.” She murmured with a soft stroke across my back.

Eventually she got up and returned to making dinner as I recovered in the living room, huddled with the glass as I listened to their voices from the kitchen. I couldn’t make out what they were talking about well enough, and after struggling to my feet, I stood next to the corner of the wall and listened to their conversation.

“-yeah, that’s a shame. But hey, least he’s supporting you guys, right?”

“Yes, I suppose. Though I’d rather he be here for the holidays.”

“Well shoot, if you need an extra pair of rugged hands around here, you let me know. My pops and I used to tear up car parts for a living, so you can just about say I’m an expert when it comes to hard work.”

I rolled my eyes in disgust the moment I had heard him say that, and I half-expected mom to as well judging by his delivery.

“Oh, um, that’s very kind of you, Garret, but I’m not sure if we need you to take apart our car.” She replied with slight confusion but admiration in her voice.

He was hitting on her, and rather unsuccessfully as well, thankfully. I knew Garret would have no chance with mom and I was pleased to hear him strike it out with her.

“So uh yeah, I meant like with other stuff too.” He said as his voice trailed off.

“Nadeem was going to help you with a school project, correct?”

“Oh uh yeah! I was just uh, waiting for his stomach ache to go away and stuff.”

“Maybe he’s well enough that he can assist you with it now.”

“Yeah, yeah. I’ll go see.” He replied with a disgruntled dissatisfaction in his voice.

Garret spotted me the moment he stepped out of the kitchen and lowered his eyebrows after seeing the smirk on my face. I shrugged and went into my room wherein he followed me and looked around like a thief casing a bank.

“Nice room. Your parents buy you all this stuff?”

I didn’t answer him, and instead sat on the edge of my bed as I watched him plop himself in my computer chair as if he were at home. He then asked if I had any games on my computer, to which I replied, “no.” In an attempt to bore him further, I offered that we begin working on his project and I was unsurprised to find that he had no desire to turn one in much less work on it, and I sat in awkward silence as he scrolled through his phone, chuckling.

“Some of these bitches look like your mom. God, I can’t fuckin’ wait to fuck your mom.” He said as he grabbed his crotch. “You think she’ll take it up the ass too?”

“You’re not going to fuck my mom.”

He suddenly rose from my chair and glared at me with his fists clenched.

“Oh yeah? And you’re gonna stop me?”

“No, I meant that she won’t fuck you because she doesn’t like you.”

“Bitches like your mom don’t need to like the man that’s fucking them, they just need to obey his commands. And I’ll fuck your mom, one way or another. I’m gonna break her in.”

Those words made my stomach turn and for a moment the pain had returned only to thankfully subside once more, and mom appeared in the doorway of my bedroom.

“Dinner’s ready, boys.” She chirped before returning to the kitchen.

Garret looked at me with a grin on his oily face and he placed his hand on his crotch as he spoke. “Time to get a taste of your mommy’s cookin’.”

I rolled my eyes as I cautiously followed him out of the room and down the hallway until the cold kitchen tiles were under my feet. I saw mom with her back facing toward us as she tended to the stove and Garret was more than happy to drink in more eye-fulls of the plump, heart-shaped view.

“So what did you make for us, Mrs. Ahmad? It smells delicious.”

Mom turned around and smiled with both her eyes and her lips before she answered. “Oh, just a casserole. It’s Nadeem’s favorite.”

“I can’t wait to get a slice of it then - try it out for myself.” He replied, his hands rubbing together.

The three of us ate at the dinner table in relative silence save for the occasional attempt at flirtatious praise Garret would heap on mom. When it came to romance, he was apparently as proficient as I was, ergo not at all, and she seemed to accept it for what it was. Whether she knew his intentions or not, I was unsure, but luckily she wasn’t receptive to his flirtatious advances at all and I could tell this was wearing on Garret’s meager patience.

“So uh, Nadeem’s got a sister. Where’s she at?” He asked, with his mouth half-full with mom’s cooking.

“Samuel, go! Go wait outside!” Mom yelled from behind the curtain.


“Yeah Samuel, go wait for us to finish!”


“Hush!”


Shawn laughed as their blurry shapes began writhing against each other again, eliciting several satisfied groans from him in return. I didn’t even make it to mom’s bedroom door before the slapping resumed again, only this time with a fury. Shawn was fucking the shit out of her now - that much was certain. Of which hole, I couldn’t tell. Not that it mattered. Mom was grunting and moaning all the same as he did what he wanted to her, panting and giggling like a creep the entire time.


Slap, slap, slap.


“Oh shit. Oh.” Mom whispered.


Slap, slap, slap.


I shut the door behind me before sitting on the living room couch. Staring blankly ahead, I robotically turned the TV on as I curled up with my knees to my chest on the sofa, and found that the console had only been sleeping. I resumed the game they were playing, learning that mom’s favorite character was wearing the skimpiest costume possible while Shawn’s was placed directly behind her. The two of them idly waiting in the corner against a wall for player commands. Mom’s character couldn’t have been able to get out with Shawn’s body blocking her. Even in-game he had her pinned to a wall. My stomach turned and my cock twitched.


With a loud clunk, the sound of running water stopped, and the curtain was pulled open, plastic rings scraping along the shower rod.


Smack!

Mom squealed. Shawn laughed. The sounds of their voices became clearer as they exited the bathroom and dressed themselves, but he never left her bedroom. A minute later, mom’s bedroom door opened and I casted a reluctant glance in its direction, only to find mom still in a small bath towel and another with her hair wrapped up in it. Her moist breasts were practically spilling out of the top of her towel, and the whole thing was hardly long enough to cover her torso. Mom held the towel down with one hand with her other arm holding the top to prevent everything from falling out as she walked. I could’ve sworn I saw her pubic hair behind her manicured hand.

“Mom.”

“Samuel, I-” Mom hesitated before pointing her eyes upward to muster her courage. “Is it alright if Shawn borrows some clean clothes?”

“No.”

Mom didn’t look at me for a moment after I said that, and instead stood there as Shawn sauntered up to her from behind. He was completely naked, with his flaccid, pinkish cock hanging languidly about like an extra appendage.

“How about now?” He said, tugging mom’s towel away from her body in one, quick jerk.

She flinched and hunched forward to cover herself with her hands, to little effect. I could see everything, Shawn could see everything, she was completely naked and wet.

“Shawn!” Mom yelped.

He merely snickered in response, covering himself with the towel instead as mom awkwardly shivered in front of us.

“Well if you’re not going to help me Samuel, then fine.” She said, pulling her hands away from her breasts and crotch. “I guess I’ll have to walk around the house like this.”

“No, mom, wait!” I called out to her as she walked toward my bedroom stark naked.


The fleshy globes of her ass cheeks rippled with each impatient step down the hall, and an unwelcome erection began to quickly grow in my pants.


“Hey.”


Shawn’s voice was anathema. The smallest sound from him made me want to hurl my fists at him, but I barely controlled myself in my hysteric despair for mom’s sake. It was only because I loved her so much that he was still breathing.


“Why don’t you take your Playstation back into your room? You can use it.”


I didn’t reply to him, but simply stared at the floor as if I were a cold, lifeless statue.


“I’ve got your mom after all. She can keep me entertained.” He said, his voice dripping with sarcasm and lurid intent. “You hear those noises she was making back there?”


I shook my head vacantly. It was more of an involuntary movement than an acknowledgement of his question.


“Hey you should’ve seen her dude, her ass looks amazing pressed up against me. Her butthole was all winking and everything, it was amazing - oh and her tits-”


Mom came back out of my room with a change of my clothes and handed them to Shawn before scornfully glancing in my direction. My eyes slowly crept up from the carpet toward her naked form when she exhaled through her nose.


“Why don’t you get a good look, Samuel? Take a look.” She said, sarcastically holding her arms out as if she were presenting herself like a supermodel. “This is your mother.”


Shawn reached his arm around her backside and a loud smack rang through the living room, causing mom to yelp in surprise.


“Such a nice, fat ass, Shanie. I can’t wait to dig in.”


He emphasized the last part of his comment by apparently pushing a finger inside my mom, and she squealed before playfully grabbing at the adventurous hand from behind. He slapped her cheek again and again, goading her back into the bedroom like a piece of meat before he closed the bedroom door with his foot.


I lethargically crawled on my hands and knees across the living room floor toward the console before slowly and methodically unplugging everything. I felt completely empty inside. My mind and body were numb as I carried the hunk of plastic to my room, the muffled sounds of a woman being used bled through the walls of the house as if I were in a brothel.


Not long after I placed the Playstation in front of my TV, I had hooked everything up again before staring into the empty, black screen as if it were a window. I held my knees against my chest before timidly pushing the power button on the console and it hummed to live in my quiet, lonely room. I didn’t play anything. My hands simply held the controller as I gazed vacantly at the main menu. I felt like I was going to throw up.


I could feel my joints creaking as I stood up and walked over to my bed, and as I pulled a blanket over me, I heard footsteps coming toward my room. I rolled over on one side to stare at my door before the giggling came from the other side.


“Hey, is it alright if we play some games?” Shawn asked, barging into my room.


He was wearing a pair of my boxers and mom followed him in. She looked gorgeous, and my heart hurt in a way I couldn’t explain. She was wearing a lacy, matching see-through set of underwear, and my bloodshot eyes followed her as she cooly strutted into my room as if she were trying to make me jealous. It worked.


“Mind if I sit here?” She asked sarcastically, bending over in front of me to slowly lower her ass next to my face.


I shook my head and pulled the blanket up to my chin before the weight of her buxom body caused the mattress to shift under her. My erection was leaking precum at this point, and I subtly pushed my hand down my side to massage it. I had no choice. Mom was too beautiful and I needed it now more than ever.


“Hey Shanie. If I win, you let me give you anal.” He said, sticking and curling his tongue out at her to emphasize his perverse demand.


I tightened the grip on my shaft when I heard him say that, but could only utter a meager “no” in protest.


Mom turned her head to look at me from the corner of her eye before she replied. “Sure, let me go get some lube before we start.”


“Mom.” I murmured. “No.”


I watched her leave, drinking in the sight of her wobbling flesh as she left only for her to return moments later with a large, clear bottle of lubricant. She presented it to us like a trophy, making sure I could see it before she returned to her spot on the bed next to me.


“Here baby, hold onto this.”


Mom curtly dropped the heavy bottle directly onto my crotch, causing me to grunt in surprise before a breathy, demure laugh escaped her throat.


“You better not be doing what I think you are under there.” She moaned, nearly causing me to ejaculate right then and there.


“Hey Shanie, let’s play some more Street Biter.”


“But Shawn baby, you know I always lose when we play that.”


He adjusted his erection with one hand before a wicked, toothy grin spread across his face.


“I know.”


Mom bit her lip as she gave him an amused, breathy giggle, and I came. I held my breath as I clenched my eyes shut, waves of ecstasy rocking my body as the most powerful orgasm ever washed over me. I emptied a small puddle of cum into the sheets as mom readjusted herself beside me, my nose inches from her full, motherly cheeks.


The orgasm was so powerful, I almost immediately blacked out. The sounds of the controller in mom’s manicured hands were the last thing I heard before I closed my eyes.


I could feel my mattress shaking beneath me when my heavy eyelids struggled to open. My voice groaned as I stirred awake, and I was surprised to feel a soft hand pull on mine. It was mom’s. The wet, rhythmic sound of a woman’s hole being churned filled the small room as my bed impatiently creaked and shook under the weight of writhing bodies. Mom’s hand pulled on mine until I felt her guide it along the surface of what I think was her butt cheek and she held it there. My fingertips crept along the surface until I felt its shape dip into her crevice, where the slick fluid and hotter temperature could be felt and I suddenly realized all at once what was happening. My eyes shot open as I jolted awake, and I turned my head toward the pair of panting lovers beside me.


“Can you feel it?” Mom moaned. “Samuel?”


“What?” I asked, more dazed than confused by what was happening.


My fingertips could feel something wet and veiny push and pull repeatedly as the orifice it plundered squeezed and twitched in protest.


“That’s mommy’s asshole, baby.” She panted. “That’s my butthole he’s fucking.”


“Mom!”