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Contains: raceplay, incest, cuckolding, corruption, defeat, non-consent, impregnation, ugly antagonist

All characters are 18+



Dust particles drifted in the shafts of sunlight next to the classroom window as the teacher ceaselessly droned on about Roman emperors. This continued for a couple hours until the class clown flicked a wad of paper at the back of someone’s head, attracting the ire of Mr. Roberts and bringing his lecture to a halt.

“Garret Thomason! Another act of barbarism like that, and you’re out of here!”

The pudgy delinquent merely leaned back in his chair and offered a snide grin in response, and after our instructor had decided he couldn’t scare him into obedience, he continued his lesson. When the class bell rang, all of the students instantly leaned over to start packing as Mr. Roberts did his best to remind us of upcoming deadlines for homework and projects over the cacophony of zippers and shuffling.

“And don’t forget your assignments are due before Christmas vacation! If I don’t get them from you on the last day on Thursday, you’ll be out of luck!”

I pulled my backpack over one shoulder before I walked up to the teacher, and he rounded his desk before straightening several leaflets in front of him.

“And ah, you’re dismissed.” He said with a vacant wave of his hand to a grand total of three students already leaving.

“Hey Mr. Roberts?”

He straightened the glasses on his face before crossing his fingers to look up at me. “How can I help you Nadeem?”

“Well, you said that our project on the Punic Wars was due next Thursday, but if I turn it in today would you grade it before Christmas vacation?”

“Well of course, Nadeem, of course!” He said as he raised his mangy, grey eyebrows in surprise. “Do you have it with you?”

I quickly pulled my backpack off from my shoulder before pushing my hand within and retrieving a small stack of papers held together by a transparent plastic cover. When I handed it to him, he pushed his glasses further up along his nose and quickly pored over its contents with a refined dexterity. After waiting for several moments for a reply, I cleared my throat.

“Ah- oh yes, I shall endeavor to have your report graded before the end of classes next week, Mr. Ahmad.”

“Oh, okay good, thank you sir. I really appreciate it.”

“Of course. Under normal circumstances I’d set aside some time to grade everyone’s projects at once, but since I know you’re eager to know how you did-” His tired, old eyes shifted from the binder in his hands to meet my attentive gaze before he gave a reassuring grin. “Well, just this once.”

“Thank you, sir, thank you.” I sighed in relief and gave him a thankful smile. “Have a good day, Mr. Roberts.”

“And you as well, Mr. Ahmad. Be seeing you.”

The classroom door shut behind me as I looked at the hallways ahead, crowded with students heading to their classes. Among the small sea of busybodies was a small group of about three guys huddled next to one another near the lockers as they were presumably doing something that would get them in trouble. I wanted to go to my next class in peace, but the moment I had gotten too close to them, one of them said my name.

“Hey, yo Nadeem!”

“Why don’t you come over here?”

“Yeah, c’mon dude, c’mere.”

The lot of them waved me over and while I had little desire to entertain them, I knew it would likely save me some trouble in the future. They were pests to be sure, but I was aware of how they acted whenever they thought I slighted them. I said nothing as I cautiously walked toward them before I saw in one of their hands a copy of a Playboy Magazine that they held open and laughed.

“Hey Nadeem, does this look like someone you know?” Garret said before throwing his head back in laughter.

In his greasy hands was a two-page spread of a dark-skinned woman covered in oil with her legs apart as she caressed her thighs with her manicured hands. She was beautiful, but this was hardly the time or the place for such a thing and I stepped back in confusion at the inappropriateness.

“Woah, woah, don’t go man!”

“Yeah, we were just kidding!”

I was already shaking my head as I started leaving before Garret slid through his group of friends to put an unwelcome arm around my shoulder.

“Hey, you know I was wondering. You wanna help me out with my project this weekend? I gotta get that shit done otherwise I’m completely fucked, ya know what I mean?”

“You’re already screwed - a single project isn’t going to bring your grade up from an F.”

“Yeah but the teacher’s stupid ass said that if I don’t start turning in more work, he’s gonna kick me from the class.” His crooked teeth showed through his chapped lips as he smiled in embarrassment. “And I don’t need that kind of drama in my life, you know?”

“I can’t help you-”

“C’mon, bro! You’re smart, smart as fuck! You do better with this classwork shit than I do!”

“I- I got my own project to worry about. I really can’t help you with yours, sorry.” I lied.

I felt his hand fall from my back and glanced at the group of them before I quickly walked away. A few of them mumbled what sounded like racial slurs under the breath as I left. That was normal.

The rest of the school day was somewhat uneventful aside from running into the troublemakers here and there during breaks, but the final bell was a welcome one as I stepped out of the building to find mom parked in front with the SUV.

“Hi honey, how was school today?”

I piled into the front passenger seat before shutting the door and pulling the seat belt on around me. “It was alright, same as usual.”

Mom was wearing skin-tight jeans with an off-the-shoulder blouse that emphasized her beautiful neck, and wedge platforms that accentuated her pedicured feet. Her wide hips and thighs filled her car seat as the pillowy shape nearly overflowed, and her heavy breasts hung proudly on her chest like trophies for her beauty. She idly licked her plush lips as she pulled away from the curb, and I looked out of my window to see them. The deadbeats. One of them saw me through the car window and pointed at me while saying something, causing the rest of them to lift their heads at me in response. I sank into the car seat in embarrassment, but I noticed that their eyes weren’t locked onto me, but the woman beside me - my mom. I breathed an uneasy sigh and she glanced over at me with a worried expression on her face.

“Are you alright, Nadeem?”

“Yeah, I’m fine.” I said, looking through the rear view mirror to see them staring at the back of our car. “Just school.”

When we got home, I followed mom out of the car toward the front door with my backpack over my shoulder and I slowed my footsteps to watch her from behind. Her wide, heart-shaped buttocks were so tightly wrapped in the jeans she wore that they might as well have been painted on, and the clacking of her platforms against the pavement practically announced the presence of the long, shapely legs that carried her. She was gorgeous, and I knew that almost every man in the world would jump at the chance to peel her out of that outfit.

Sounds of small dogs barking could be heard from within the house as the keys jingled in mom’s hand, and when the front door had finally opened, the noises only increased in volume and clarity. Our family’s small dogs were playing in the living room when we came through the door, and they charged her legs before circling her like furry, little sharks. My arrival was slightly less celebrated however, as the dogs practically magnetized to her, and I to my room.

“Don’t forget to take out the trash, honey!” Mom shouted at me from the kitchen with a small parade of animals behind her.

“I won’t!”

I dropped my bag onto the floor before kicking my shoes off and falling into my computer chair. I could finally relax.

“Oh, and one more thing Nadeem, when your father gets home from work can you help him with the backyard?” Mom asked as she leaned into my room with the knob in her hand. “I don’t want him to throw out his back again.”

“Alright mom. I’ll ask.”

“Don’t ask him, honey, just help him. You know he’s gonna say that he doesn’t need help if you ask.”

I groaned when one of the dogs weaseled past mom and into my room before gazing in amazement at the walls around him.

“Mom, get him out of here! I need to study!”

She managed to beckon him out of my room with promises of snacks and an impatient glare from me, and soon I was alone once again in the privacy of my own bedroom. My ears adjusted to the sounds coming from elsewhere in the house and I pinpointed just about everyone’s general location before I confidently opened an incognito tab. I didn’t have any intentions of relieving myself then and there, but I did want to browse just a few milf-related sites after being fed the delicious view of mom’s plump backside before I went back to business.

Women bent over, some spread eagle, while others were lying prone on beds all compiled in several incognito tabs. Many of them were being fucked by statuesque men of different colors, but few of the videos really commanded my attention - except for one. The woman had dark, curly hair like mom’s, and it was all bundled up in the man’s fist as he pumped her from behind. The shot composed of her with her eyes rolled up into her head with her mouth agape as her ass cheeks rippled from the pale man’s assault and her massive breasts shook freely with every thrust. She looked elegant and refined - as if she had no business being a porn star, but her wet, mocha-colored body jiggled all the same when he continued churning her hole as if he were breeding her. And for all intents and purposes, he was, as in this moment in time there was no condom - no proof of contraceptives of any kind even if they likely had been used. I enjoyed entertaining the thought that this buxom, dark-skinned woman really was being bred by this guy, and that he really was going to pump a white baby into her womb on camera. It was strange - a fantasy, a guilty one of mine, but a strange ritual nonetheless.

Dad’s car pulled into the driveway, and I quickly closed several tabs of milf porn before leaving my room and opening the front door. I waved at him as I pulled the bins to the curb, and I spoke to him.

“Are you gonna dig up more of the flowerbeds in the backyard?” I asked, hauling the heavy bins toward the street. “Mom wants me to help you out. Said you’ll throw out your back.”

He waved his hand dismissively as he trudged toward the front door, and I followed him inside.

“Don’t worry about it boy, go do your homework.”

I shrugged and involuntarily grinned as he said pretty much exactly what I had expected him to, and I retreated back to my room. My sister, Hafsa, was using my computer when I arrived and I stood in surprise.

“Wha- get off of my computer! What’re you doing?!”

“Calm down, I’m just uploading a paper for one of my classes.”

“Go do it on your laptop then, don’t use my stuff!”

“My laptop’s dead, I need to charge it.”

“So use your phone, maybe?”

“It’s such a pain - it’s easier to just do it on a computer.”

“That’s not my problem, now get off!”

She looked at me unamused by my outbursts and pulled up the browser history with a few clicks of the mouse in her hand.

“Yeah? Well why don’t I go tell mom and dad about all the nasty stuff you’re looking at up here when you’re supposed to be studying?”

My eyes darted from her face and to the monitor in disbelief before I stammered a response. “Wha-”

“Or you can let me upload my research paper in peace. Your choice.” She replied as she turned back toward the monitor.

I didn’t say anything and only grumbled in reply as I dropped onto bed with my phone in my hands, idly browsing the internet while I waited for my sister to leave. She was beautiful, sure - like mom, but her body was far more petite than mom’s and she possessed none of her elegance, charm, or patience. Only a year older than me but acting as if she were my senior was apparently her chief personality trait. She always tested my restraint but like many other siblings, we knew each other best - except now. I halfway believed that she was lying and simply enjoyed blackmailing me, but after a few minutes had passed, she looked like she was almost finished.

“Are you done yet?” I groaned.

“Almost. I just need to make sure it actually uploads this time. Also, aren’t you supposed to be helping dad in the backyard?”

“Dad said he didn’t need any help.”

“He said that on the way to the hospital, too. Mom’s gonna get mad at you if you don’t go out there.”

“What are you, mom now?” I replied, getting up from the bed to leave my room.

Dad was barely home for an hour before he had gone to work landscaping mom’s garden, and I slid the sliding glass door closed behind me.

“I have no choice but to help you, dad.” I announced sarcastically.

He handed me a shovel and put me to work tearing up the weeds and grass lining mom’s flower beds before he began speaking.

“You know, I’m gonna be on-call from work these next few weeks.”

“Again? Are you gonna be here during Christmas?” I asked as I leaned against the shovel in my arm.

“Probably not, if they call me in. I’d have said no, but with holiday pay and overtime, it’d be stupid to turn them down. You gonna take care of the house while I’m gone?”

“Well yeah, but mom’s gonna be pissed, don’t you think?”

“She can get as angry as she wants, all that usually means is I make it up to her in the bedroom.”

“Uh, gross dad! I did not need to know that.”

He laughed at my disgusted reaction, but it was merely an act. I thoroughly enjoyed the idea of mom getting fucked senselessly like an animal, I just didn’t like picturing dad doing it. My fantasies were always just me. Mom came out of the house with our dogs in tow, and she watched us work her garden before she spoke.

“That’s enough manual labor for today, don’t you think? I made some hot cocoa for us, and dinner’s almost ready.”

Dad only glanced at her while he continued to work the earth with a shovel and one of the pups pawed at the dirt near his feet.

“In a bit, Inaya, I want to get this whole section finished before the sun goes down. Why don’t you go on inside, Nadeem, and take a break?”

I looked at mom and she seemed to offer a knowing look before I shrugged and set the shovel aside, following her in. Mom washed her hands in the sink before she handed us steaming mugs of hot cocoa. Her alluring eyes met mine for only a split second causing a jolt of electricity to climb up my spine. Mom looked good. She always did, but today she was scalding. I suspect it had something to do with convincing dad to stay home instead of work on the holidays, but it seemed he had already made up his mind. Which also meant that he was likely biding his time outside before having to come in and break the news to her himself. Oh well, more of mom for me.

“You guys made hot chocolate and didn’t tell me?” Hafsa asked in disbelief as she appeared in the kitchen threshold.

“Yup, none left, too bad.” I said as I downed the rest of my mug.

“Of course we have some, baby. There’s some more right here.”

Mom turned around toward the stove to get my sister a mug and I watched her wide, plump backside wobble softly as she reached for the cupboard. I would give anything to push my face up that warm, inviting shape and inhale to my lung’s capacity. Dad was insane to not stay home and fuck her until the bed broke. It’s what I would’ve done if I had the choice.

“Thanks mama.” Muttered Hafsa, before she blew on the steaming surface within her mug.

The kitchen was quiet for a short moment as we all enjoyed the warm cocoa before I decided that I needed to return to my studies. The remainder of the evening was as manic as they usually are, but after dinner I was able to squeeze in more “studying time” in the peace and privacy of my own bedroom before going to bed. I was often too tired to dream, but lately more and more of them have been coming to me in my sleep. Many of them involved mom, from what I could remember.

The next morning I was awakened by the sound of my alarm and I lethargically carried out the task of getting ready for school before everyone else. Mom was seen tiptoeing into the kitchen and I followed her after I pulled some clean clothes on and my backpack over one shoulder.

“G’morning, mom.”

“Good morning, baby. Did you sleep well?” She asked, yawning as she pushed the lever on the toaster down.

“Yeah, well enough at least.”

That would have been the truth for most other nights, but the times in which I’m dreaming usually resulted in me waking up and jerking off to the images of mom in various states of undress. With them still fresh in my mind I often slept like a log as a result, with my dick fully satiated.

I sat on one of the stools next to the counter as I watched mom make breakfast for us. Eggs, bacon, toast, they were almost always simple but I enjoyed it because of that fact. Mom was a great cook, and I often found myself mesmerized by her as she seemingly fluttered around the kitchen displaying her culinary expertise. She was wearing black yoga pants that hugged her curvaceous lower body and a baggy hoodie that did little to obscure her prodigious breasts underneath with her dark, curly hair tied back into a thick ponytail. Even with no makeup on she looked incredible. I loved it when she looked like this - like a mom, and I could feel my cock stirring to life in my pants as I relished the view she gave me as she cooked.

My older sister appeared in the kitchen and she took over making us food while mom got ready to drive me to class. I had to go to school the earliest and Hafsa took care of the house most of the time anyway while mom was out, so mom and I were alone again in the car which afforded me the luxury of ogling her thighs in her seat on the way there. The thick, meaty, feast of her upper legs filled her car seat to nearly overflowing and I thanked God every morning on the ride to school for the image.

“Bye sweetheart! Have a wonderful day at school!”

“Thanks mom, bye!” I replied as I climbed out of her car before stepping onto the sidewalk.

I had one foot on the curb when I looked up and noticed Garret and his group of friends standing around looking suspicious as usual. One of them seemed to notice me as well, and when he elbowed the others, they all turned their heads to look at me, and then at my mom.

“Hey!” Said Garret with his hand outstretched, waving at my mom.

Mom smiled and waved back, and I was quick to shut the car door behind me as I knew they could very likely see how she was dressed and how she looked in general. I wanted them to have nothing to do with mom. I was determined.

“Hey Nadeem, was that your mom who drove you here?”

I shrugged and did my best to ignore them as I walked briskly toward school, but their questions kept coming.

“Is your mom single?”

“Do you think she wants to get dicked down some time?”

“Has she ever taken it up the ass?”

My jaw clenched as I continued pretending they weren’t behind me, but I had nearly lost it when one of them grabbed my shoulder.

“Hey bro, it was just a jo-”

I flinched from his grasp before I curtly replied, “Bro don’t touch me. Just get away from me, alright?”

Hello, this is fearless wretch with another story. This patron has no qualms about anonymity and goes by the name, "uglyfucker." They commissioned this story and are generously sharing it with you. A .pdf file of the entire story can be found at the bottom of this first post, and you may need to be logged in to see it.

The story involves: race play, corruption, defeat, mom/son incest vibes, and humiliation.
Everyone involved in the story is 18+.
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She was graceful; bounding on long, lithe legs. My heart pounded in my chest like an engine, pumping cold blood through my arteries as the bottoms of my feet collided with the pavement below. Every pound of fatty muscle on her body jiggled tantalizingly in front of me; as if she were taunting me with every salacious movement of her buxom, athletic body. We raced, as we always did. I could never catch her but I was always content with chasing her. We were always alone, her and I, with no one else I had to compete against, no one else I had to fend off. She giggled as she turned her head toward me and smiled; her eyes catching the misty, morning sunlight like diamonds.

Her smiling face shone brighter to me than the sunrise, and despite my freezing aches and pains screaming for reprieve my feet never stopped. I drank in lung-fulls of frigid air as we played; my mind carefree and my heart overflowing with love for her as we galloped like two deers in a glade. The distance between us grew and the sounds of her laughter began to fade. I tried to call out to her but my lungs were empty and my muscles were burning when I saw it. A figure tall and muscular emerged and chased after her. She must have thought it was me still behind her, the footsteps she could hear belonging to that of her beloved son, and not those of this imposing, mysterious predator bounding after her.

In my distress I ran after her, calling out to her with my ragged, breathless voice. Her bare buttocks wobbled as she pranced like a prize on a string as the pale, muscular figure gained on her with a primal fury in his movements. They rounded the corner far ahead of me after my mother continued to squeal and giggle. My body failed me and I could do nothing but frantically drink in air as my entire body throbbed in pain; mom’s distant, playful laughter falling silent. Alarms rang in my head and my feet pounded the pavement with a frenzy as I exerted the last of my energy through my legs, the silence deafening me as my heart fluttered with fear in my chest. As I grew closer and closer to the bend in the trail I could hear her moaning, panting, coupled with the sounds of flesh being slapped and the hoarse grunting of a man. The chorus of immoral lust filling my ears moments before I blinked. My head shot up and I inhaled sharply before mom glanced over at me as she drove.

“You sleep okay, sweetie?” She asked.

I nodded sleepily as my mind struggled to process what just happened, and I turned to look out the window. I sighed with relief. We were moving, mom and I, and she took me with her so we could live closer to her work. The news was a blessing, despite mom delivering it to me with trepidation; she thought I was like most people my age and didn’t like moving. She had no clue I was over the moon when she told me we’d be leaving my old school behind, my old life, and that she was taking me with her, far and away from those that tormented me. My mother was always beautiful, and this always created problems. She was about as tall as I was, but practically dwarfed me in size with her wide hips, meaty thighs, and plump breasts filling out her ample, lightly-tanned body. I was scrawny and lanky; few could see the resemblance in us, but I didn’t care. She was my mom, and despite her beauty, she was the kindest and most forgiving woman I knew.

Too forgiving at times perhaps, when even the others from school forced me to take them home so they could ogle her, and she thought they were my friends. They taunted me constantly at school, and bullied me into letting them lap their eyes all over her as she did housework when I was home. This wasn’t all I had to endure as well, as my mother enjoyed the attention from many different men everywhere, and was almost constantly at the center of it wherever we went. I grew jealous, and protective of her over time, but could do little to stop them should she occasionally invite one of them over to spend the night.

“We’re here, mijo!” Mom said excitedly as she parked the rental van.

We stepped out and looked at our new home, and for a moment, I felt a glimmer of hope that I could finally live a peaceful life with mom. She smiled warmly at me and I could feel myself beginning to blush. She put her wavy, brown hair in a ponytail and unlocked the padlock before opening the van, revealing a small mountain of furniture from our old house. I was exhausted just looking at it, and my mother quickly went to work carrying it into our new home. Her curvy body was put to use as her almost stoutly form flexed and bended under the weight of every box she carried; beads of sweat forming on her immaculate, tanned skin as she worked. I could scarcely maintain her pace and before long I had to make the decision to stop before my body gave out.

My mom was inside the house when I sat on the pavement and caught my breath. The sun was high in the sky and the quiet suburban atmosphere was peaceful. I barely made out the faint, mechanical clicking of a bicycle before I turned my head and collided with a wheel and my brain rattled in my skull. I was still seeing stars when a boy’s voice could be heard.

“You nearly bent my fuckin’ wheel!”

As my vision returned to me I looked up from the ground to see a boy roughly my age with white skin and short, blonde hair hunched over, inspecting a bike.

“What the fuck were you doing there?” He said, in a thick, Russian accent.

I could barely croak out a response before he pivoted to look at me.

“If you broke my fucking bike, I’ll fuck you up.” His blue eyes leering in anger as he spoke.

My head was still throbbing when I could hear my mom’s voice from the front door.

“Who’s this, mijo? Did you make a new friend already?” Mom asked as she stepped across the lawn to meet us.

I was looking at her but I could clearly see from the corner of my eye that the Russian boy’s gaze was fixated on her as well. Mom gasped and bent down low toward me with my face in her hands.

“Oh, mijo, what happened to you?” She pleaded in her worried, motherly voice.

I glanced over at the Russian boy and saw his eyes running down and up, and back down over mom from behind, and I swallowed hard.

“I- uh.” I stuttered.

“I was letting him ride my bike.” He stammered out.

Mom turned her head to him and smiled before looking back to me and brushing her fingers softly across my forehead. She was squatting in front of me with her knees apart and I could tell she was inadvertently giving this guy a show as she tended to me; licking a tissue in her hand before gently rubbing my forehead. Her ample buttocks and thighs straining against the material of her yoga pants as she fawned over my injury.

“He fell over the handlebars and hit his face against the wheel when the bike stopped.” The boy continued.

I don’t know why I didn’t dispute him. Perhaps it was my injury that rattled my brain, or my innate fear of boys my age as some form of post traumatic stress, but I remained silent before mom decided I was done helping her for now.

“Are you moving? I could help you move your things.” He said hesitantly, unsure of what my mom would say.

“Oh that’s alright mijo. What would people think if I took boys off the street to move my things for me?” She laughed softly as she spoke.

“It’s nothing. I can move everything no problem!” He announced proudly in his thick accent.

Mom beamed at him and placed a hand on one of his broad shoulders before leading him behind the rental van. She showed him the furniture we hadn’t moved yet, but his stare was fixated on her wide ass.

“So do you think you can handle this?” Mom asked, with her hands on her hips.

“Oh, I think I can.” He said, as he rearranged his dick in his shorts with his hand.

“I’m Maria by the way. Maria Dominguez, and that’s my son, Sergio.” She said, before offering her hand.

“I’m Viktor, it’s nice to meet you.” He replied, taking her tiny hand in the same one he rearranged himself with..

I looked down at the asphalt when the two of them disappeared into the back of the van before reappearing with boxes and furniture in their hands. Viktor looked strong, stronger than mom, yet was always slightly slower than her at leaving the van or the house, and trailed just behind her to ogle her backside. His eyes were practically glued to her buttocks at every possible moment, and before long, mom’s outfit was almost drenched with sweat. Her golden skin glistened with sweat as her blouse revealed more than I was comfortable with during their exertions. On more than one occasion I watched him carefully as he eyed her hungrily like she was a piece of meat as she bent low and flexed high with her shapely body jiggling with every movement. I could scarcely keep up with their pace, and the two of them appeared from out of the van with mom’s huge mattress in their hands.

“I can help with that mama.” I said, already feeling inadequate.

“It’s okay sweetheart, I’ve got it.” She hummed, before carefully guiding herself backwards through the threshold of the front door.

I followed them, ready to attend to my mother the moment she needed my meager help, but they practically glided up the stairs with how strong Viktor was. I could tell my mom was both pleased and relieved to have this kind of help. When the three of us made it to mom’s bedroom, they dropped the mattress down onto the box spring with an exhausted sigh of relief and mom wearily kicked the mattress straight with one leg. It must have been heavier than I thought, as she had to instead lean forward and push it with her hands as Viktor shoved it with both knees using a thrusting motion. I don’t know if it was my paranoia or my perversion, but in that moment what they were doing was not unlike sex; with my mom bent over grunting as he bucked his hips forward with the bed creaking into place. I felt my cock stir and took a step away as mom sighed in satisfaction at their hard work. Viktor looked at her buttocks with the corner of his eye.

“That should do it, mijo. Thank you again for your help.” She said as she fanned her face with her hand.

“It’s nothing, Mrs. Dominguez, really.” He admitted, leaning forward with his arms apart to hug her.

“Oh I’m too sweaty, mijo!” She pleaded before leaning toward him and wrapping her arms around his wide chest.

“It’s good! It’s good for you!” He declared, flexing his arms sarcastically as mom giggled.

I could feel my stomach turning as I watched him flirt with her, and went away toward the myriad boxes that had all of our possessions. Mom walked him toward the front door as they spoke and I pretended to be busy unpacking.

“Are you hungry Viktor?” She asked him, before turning to me. “You want to get something to eat, mijo?”

“I am- little hungry.” He said with a smirk that made my mom smile.

“Yeah.” I said dejectedly, while looking away from them.

“Let’s go get something to eat.” Mom announced, her keys jingling in her hand.

Viktor briefly placed his hand on the small of my mom’s back as he guided her through the front door before I followed the two of them out. I made my way toward the rental van before I turned my head to see him waiting for her as she locked the front door. His head went down and back up, before going back down and resting his gaze on her sweaty backside.

“I have to return the van and get our car, and then we can go grab something.” She said as the two of them walked toward the van.

“Your son- he doesn’t drive?” Viktor spoke as he picked up his bike.

Mom glanced up at me and smiled weakly.

“Oh, no he doesn’t. Not yet anyway.” She replied.

“Can I leave my bike here?” He asked, walking his bike toward the side of our house.

“Of course, mijo. This is a good neighborhood, right?” She said as she closed the back of the van and locked it.

I climbed in before Viktor and sat in between the two of them the entire drive. Despite being in the middle, I felt practically invisible as the two of them talked about the area, places to eat, and sights to see. Mom was always sociable, but I wished with every fiber of my being that she wasn’t with every question Viktor asked about her, with each little detail about her becoming known to him. I felt violated as this complete stranger who struck me with his bike suddenly made a space for himself in our life. He forced himself onto us. Onto my mom. I felt a growing weight in my chest as it felt like my old life all over again; fending off countless guys away from mom without her knowledge. I could barely stand to look at him and each time I did I was struck with the same feeling of dread I felt when the worst of my tormentors conquered my mom.

It was a Saturday night when three guys from school were watching a movie with us in our living room. My mom had too much to drink that evening and was both on the receiving end of constant flirtatious remarks, and minutes from passing out. The bathrobe she wore over her nightgown fell open at one point and the guys could clearly see her breasts in her short, velvety dress and that it had ridden up to her hips, revealing her bare legs and buttocks clad in a frilly, pink thong. I wanted to cry out to her but the three of them had threatened me several times beforehand, and would likely beat me senseless again had I warned her. I was frozen in terror and anticipation when mom announced she was going to bed, and the three of them made a show of hugging and kissing her goodnight. When she bent low to kiss my forehead, they each took a look up her gown and one of them even lifted it up for a better view. Two of them elbowed the biggest and oldest among us, David, to follow my mom to her bedroom.

I remember the feeling of the cold blood in my clammy hands when I saw the look on their faces, their devious grins, as he closed her bedroom door behind him. One of them muted the television as the other crept up to put his ear to the door, and after a few moments of silence we could hear some murmuring on the other side. Mom squealed and I shot up to my feet but froze in place. Mom moaned and the telltale sounds of spanking could be heard followed by the creaking of her bed, as if weight was being shifted around. More smacking sounds of different timings rang out from the other side of the door as well as my mother’s gasps and squeaks. They were both at the door now with their ears pressed up against it when the bed creaked again, and was then followed by more, steadier, rhythmic sounds from her mattress. I fell to my knees and nearly fainted when the sounds picked up a faster pace and were accented with fleshy slaps and lustful moans from mom. One of them opened the door and through the narrow opening I could see David’s wet, red cock glistening as he rammed my mother from behind with a hunger in his eyes. Her bare, tanned buttocks rippling under his assault as he bucked his hips greedily against her. I broke down into tears when the two filmed her with their phones as they tugged at their dicks; the worst among them eagerly defiling my drunken mom as she moaned like a whore while he churned her warm, wet hole with his fat root. I had to endure hours of listening to the sounds of my tormentor repeatedly conquering my loving mother again and again well after she passed out.

The morning after was just as horrible as the night before as I remember waking up to the sounds of my mom’s bed creaking spastically. David having apparently decided to wake my mom up for breakfast the only way he knew how, and the sounds of mom getting her breeding hole pumped full of cock filled the house. For months I was subjected to ridicule from everyone, and had to ignore David paying my mom visits whenever she let her guard down. Eventually she broke up with him, but this inadvertently caused me to suffer worse punishment at their hands, and my mom was none the wiser. I endured their beatings, their torture for my mother’s sake. I wanted her to think I was strong; that I was capable of withstanding anything. I wanted her to see me as a man, but I knew that I was naive. And foolish.

We reached the place where mom rented the van, and Viktor and I waited outside as she went in. The silence was palpably uncomfortable, but was soon broken.

“Your mother- she is single?” Viktor asked.

I stared angrily at him without moving my head to face him and didn’t reply.

“If your mother is single, I will fuck her. I will fuck her good, I think.” He said as he stroked his chin, looking through the glass doors to stare at her.

I remained silent as the both of us looked longingly at her backside from where we stood.

“I will fuck her fat ass, and you won’t get in my way. You get in my way? I will fuck you up.” He continued, while turning to look back at me.

He towered over me. I was lanky and scrawny, but he was tall and muscular for his age. The only indication of his youth betrayed by his boyish face and square jaw. I couldn’t stand to look at him.

“Okay, you boys ready?” Mom asked, as she exited the building.

“Ready for a good meal.” Viktor said, making a show of patting his stomach as he stared at her lecherously.

Mom passed him and led us to her car. We were both concentrating on the way her ass wobbled in her yoga pants that we hardly heard what she said before she turned around and asked us again.

“Did you hear me?”

I blinked hard before clearing my throat, “Sorry, what?”

“I asked if you wanted Mexican. Viktor, do you like Mexican food?” She asked, looking at each of us.

“Mexican? Oh I love Mexican.” He said, kissing his fingertips sarcastically.

Mom gave him her warm, motherly smile before she got into the car. I wanted to sit next to her in front, but I didn’t want to make a scene with Viktor having already decided and I sat in the back behind him. Mom’s ample buttocks and thighs filled her seat deliciously and I could tell he was drinking in the sight at every moment he could get away with it. They wobbled and jiggled with every step of the brake, and his erection was beginning to grow visibly in his shorts before he conveniently hid it underneath the containers of food. We came back home and ate at the table in our empty kitchen, and Viktor continued disarming my mom with fond exchanges. After a long and painful dinner with our uninvited guest, he left despite his protests and continued offers of help. Thankfully mom was too polite to take advantage of his premeditated kindness, and shooed him out the door. What I could do without however was seeing her kiss him on the cheek goodbye before he left. I grimaced at my food and I felt like I wanted to puke.

“He was nice, wasn’t he?” Mom asked as she tiptoed back to the table.

“Yeah, I guess. It was his fault I got hurt you know.” I said, practically scowling with disgust.

This story includes non-consent and drug use.


It was a week until my birthday and I genuinely couldn't care less about whatever my science teacher was reciting. This year my birthday party was going to be different than any other, because despite moving so much, this year I finally have friends. My family's just mom and I and we've always had to move for her work but the downside was always only having a couple years at most to make friends before inevitably saying goodbye. It's never really the same either when staying in touch online through games or socials, and my mom always worries that I don't go out enough even though it's her fault in the first place I have no one to go out and do stuff with. I don't blame her though since she's doing it for us and I know she feels guilty about having to drag me from one new house to another.

Bless her heart though, and her wide hips, and her shapely thighs, and her long legs. It's especially easy to forgive mom when she's a goddess, honestly. If I had to attribute her to something she'd definitely be the goddess of lust, debauchery, and love. Not that she's aware of any of this. No, my mom has always put me before everything. This includes finding a man to replace my dad, but I think she knows she never could and subsequently never tried. Which is a shame because I love hearing those rare occasions when mom sneaks a guy into the house when she thinks I'm asleep and the whole house is filled with the wonderful creaking of her bed frame. It's not hard to imagine my goddess of a mom naked let alone bent over on all fours getting fucked like an animal. I've only seen her naked one time when I was younger but even back then I knew I had to burn the image into my very neurons as much as I could because I'd need that image someday. That image of mom's pale, wobbling ass as she tip toed into the bathroom not knowing my eyes were drinking in her delicious, heart-shaped backside. That image in my mind I've secretly worshiped every day since then, and the woman I've practically openly worshiped whom it belongs to.

The class was finally over and as usual I retained absolutely nothing. The only thing I could think of was all the fun things I had planned for my big day. The house we moved into has a pool, and even though I rarely get to see mom use it, I was guaranteed to see her use it next week. Not to mention all the games my friends and I are gonna play, and all the delicious, mouth-watering cake I know mom will bring. The only downside is inviting my friends over, which is an unusual thing to say considering my yearly predicament. Practically the entire school knows how beautiful mom is since she sometimes chaperones for school trips, to my dismay. She's pale due to her northern-European descent, but the Texan sun prevents her from looking completely alabaster. Long, wavy black hair frames her kind, motherly face with her big, blue eyes always inadvertently enchanting every man who locks eyes with her, married or otherwise. Don't get me started on everything below her neck though, I always slept through my English class and as a result I don't have the adjectives to properly describe how perfect her body is. All I can say is: picture a hot, young athlete who settles down with a lethargic workaholic and the life as a young mother blesses her with wider hips, thicker thighs, big, torpedo-shaped breasts that sag purely from the virtue of their fullness, and an incredibly beautiful, but exhausted looking face. I know it wasn't easy raising me alone, and who knows what she'd think if she could read my mind, but damn it I love my mom with all my heart and all my dick and there's nothing I can do anymore to quell these feelings. These feelings have gotten me into trouble in more than one occasion however, as I'd describe myself as a jealous person. Jealous and overly-protective.

It always stresses me out bringing my friends over to my house when mom is home, and I know that they basically relish the thought of being under the same roof as her. I've always had a hard time making friends because of constantly moving, but it's mostly because of my own selfish desire to keep mom's immaculate form a secret from the lusty gaze of men. It always felt like juggling one too many balls when coming up with an excuse to my friends why they can't come over, or to my mom why they aren't coming over. But this year I've resolved to have a birthday party to remember and there's nothing my darker thoughts can do to prevent me from having a good time. This year I was lucky enough to not have a bully or at least some group of antagonizing dick weeds actually meet my mom. That year was a grueling one to say the least. I was constantly hounded by my so-called "friends" and my mortal enemies to come over to my house and catch my mom in one compromising position or another and to relentlessly hit on her through veiled kindness. I have some friends and unfortunately some enemies this year as well, but they never met my mom or weaseled their way into my house one way or another, thankfully.

"Hey Will, wait up!" Said Kyle, running up behind me.

Kyle's a cool kid, but I know he'd turn into a slobbering wolf like everyone else the instant he sees my mom.

"Hey man, what's up?" I said as I turned to look at him. I saw he was running alongside Chris to catch up to me. Chris is less cool, and I was actively worried about him coming over to my house. I'll just say that I'd never, EVER leave him alone in a room with my mom if she were unconscious or tied to a bed, if you catch my drift. The caveat to inviting him though was potentially getting an extra birthday gift. Selfish I know, selling my mom fro a video game or two, but the darker parts of my mind sometimes fantasized worse things involving mom.

"Ms. Calder didn't assign homework to us today, and neither did any of our other teachers dude!" Chris was practically shouting with excitement, but I think he somehow forgot that our teachers didn't assign homework when the SATs were coming up.

"You wanna hang out and play games this weekend to celebrate?" Those weren't exactly comforting words to hear from Kyle's mouth, but considering they and many others were coming over anyway next week I figured why not. I could use this as a chance to test the waters and measure how big of a fuck up I made inviting almost a dozen of my friends over for my birthday.

"Sure, why not. You guys have never been over to my house before, have you?" I said as coolly as possible as to not betray my growing anxiety.

"Nah, and I don't think Dylan has either." Said Kyle.

"Dylan?" I asked.

"Yeah, Dylan can come over too right? There's no way we could leave him behind." Said Chris, much to my dismay. I agreed to two pairs of horny eyes lapping up every inch of mom's skin, but not three!

"Uh yeah sure, of course. How many of us are there gonna be?" I asked, with increasing nervousness in my voice.

"Well, I was thinking Ray and Thomas could come just like the last time when all of us hung out at my place. You remember?" I looked at Chris and instantly thought back to that afternoon when we dug up Chris' dad's porno mag collection from the garage and I had to listen to them talk about all the things they'd do to the women in those pages. Little did they know those girls were incomparable to mom and I inadvertently went to sleep that night picturing my mom in all those positions and my friends doing everything they described to her.

"Oh well I'm not sure if my mom would be comfortable with this many people over." I said trying to sound as dejected as possible.

"Why don't we just ask her then?" Said Kyle, pointing behind me.

I turned around and saw my mom waiting to pick me up in the SUV. What brilliant timing mom, you honestly could not have picked a worst time to show up. Actually, scratch that, I can unfortunately think of at least a dozen more times she could show up that are far worse.

My friends and I walked up to the passenger side window and I introduced them. I could instantly tell that the gears in their heads were turning now that they got a good look at her for once. They unfortunately weren't completely and utterly blind and could see how drop-dead gorgeous my mom turned out to be.

"Well of course you boys can come over, bring everyone!" My mom said in her cheerful voice. Hearing her say that was painful to me but not unexpected. Mom always worried about me not having any friends but the real reason she never saw them come over was because I didn't want them to see how hot she is. That was now no longer an option now that I've dug this hole for myself, and I might as well lie in it.

We waited for Ray, Dylan, and Thomas to appear before waving them over to mom's SUV, and we all piled in. I sat in the far back with everyone else to the right of and in front of me with Ray in the front seat next to mom. To my horror I could tell that each of them were eyeing my mom up like a piece of meat while she drove us home. Her thighs looked so full in her seat and her breasts were almost constantly jostling when we went over every speed bump out of school. This was exactly the sort of thing I was afraid of. All the way in the back I could hear whispering from Kyle in front of me and I could barely make out the words, "bro, and fuck, and she's hot."

When we finally got to my house my friends unfortunately got to also witness her signature ass wobble as she walked to the front door of the house. Mom was wearing pleated yoga pants that accentuated her already full ass cheeks, and a baggy old t-shirt of mine since I assumed today was laundry day. It wasn't so baggy on her however as her large, heavy breasts strained against the ACDC logo printed across the front. The fifteen seconds it took for her to unlock the front door were the longest in my life, and I could practically feel their eyes glued to mom's delicious buttocks. I'm relieved we live in a nice neighborhood in a civilized time, because I can only imagine what they'd do to her right now if we weren't.

"Come on in boys!" Mom said, letting everyone in. No one cared about the house however and all eyes were practically attached to her as she walked into the kitchen to make sure there was food for us. Little did she know they were feasting right here and now. On her.

"Thanks Mrs. B!" Piped up Thomas after mom told everyone to help themselves to anything in the kitchen. I only wished she hadn't said that while she herself was in the kitchen. I could essentially read minds at that moment when she said that, and the snickering from my friends when she said that was proof.

"Oh it's no problem boys, I'll just be over here doing some yoga before I take a nap." She said as kicked her yoga mat into place in front of the living room window.

"Should we keep it down for you then, Mrs. B?" Probed Ray, possibly wondering how deep a sleeper mom is before other thoughts crept into his perverse mind.

"You boys can make as much noise as you want! I'm a heavy sleeper so I won't hear a peep once my head hits the pillow." Mom said proudly, as if suburban moms using sleeping pills was somehow a still a secret to guys our age. I could only hope none of them were listening as intently to her as I and were more busy with imagining what mom's asshole tastes like or whatever.

With that I clambered up the stairs to my room expecting my friends to be behind me, but as I turned around I could see each of them with their heads still pointed at mom who was now performing downward dog position. Mom was completely ignorant of the sensual show she was inadvertently putting on for us, and I had to peel their sticky minds off mom's perfumed backside by announcing the video games I had. That thankfully worked, but I could've sworn I saw Ray and Dylan with their phones out aimed at mom.

The snickering and whispering among them didn't stop even when we were all playing games in my room. Each of them would occasionally leave to use the bathroom, but I never heard the bathroom door close or the toilet flush. Almost everything had gone wrong at this point with mom wearing one of the worst things she could wear around them, and all the sexual tension she was unwittingly creating with a room full of horny, young guys. They'd practically fuck anything let alone a milfy bimbo with sex appeal that almost hangs around her like an aroma. The only thing I could hope for is that they don't stay the night at this point. There was nothing I wanted more right now than to protect my mom from these animals in heat, and I wasn't going to let them take turns rutting mom like she belonged to them.

A little over an hour passed and Ray hadn't returned from "using the restroom" as it were, and I got up to check while everyone else was playing games. I walked out to see Ray standing next to mom who was now lying on the couch. He must not have seen me or I was silent because I watched him pull out his phone and I assume take pictures of mom while she slept. Then I watched him take the glass she presumably drank from and enter the kitchen with it to rinse it out. I waited a moment and Ray came back out and walked up the stairs when I surprised him.

"Oh shit, you scared me dude, what's up?" He tried to say as nonchalantly as possible.

"What's up!? Bro I just watched you creep on my mom just now, what the fuck dude!" I sounded like I was pissed, but honestly I was more surprised and afraid than angry. I didn't know what to do, and I didn't know how to properly protect mom from these guys.

"Oh nah you were just seeing things dude. You see I was just checking my phone when I went up to ask your mom if I could get something to drink. No worries man!" He said reassuringly, but I wasn't buying it and he knew it.

Just then however, someone grabbed me with their arm around my neck and put me in a headlock. It was Thomas, that fat prick.

"What the fuck are you doing dude, let go!" I choked out with what little air I had left in my lungs.

In that moment, I was facing Ray and I could see him grinning from ear to ear as he motioned the others downstairs. My vision was blurring and everything was going black when Thomas dropped me on the carpet and followed them down the steps.

I don't know how long I was out for, but as I was coming to I could hear wet, rhythmic slapping noises coming from somewhere in the house. My heart lurched in my chest when I remembered everything that had happened and I crept down towards the noises as silently as I could. As I got closer to the sounds I realized they were coming from mom's bedroom and pain ricocheted around my rib cage like a lightning bolt. I turned the corner with as little of my eye as possible and what I noticed first was that her room which normally reminded me of heaven, now smelled like a rancid boy's locker room. The creaking of the bed frame which brought me perverse joy in the past was now accented by a hoarse panting. What I saw however made my head ring and my limbs numb. Thomas was naked on top of mom who was face-down in bed with her arms and legs splayed apart and her hair a tangled mess. His massive, sweaty body almost dwarfed mom's despite his age, and he was relentless in his animalistic thrusts up into mom's wet, glistening ass cheeks. The bed heaved and creaked noisily  as he greedily forced himself up into mom's pristine entrance, but of which one it was hard to tell from my angle. I wouldn't put it past the disgusting pig to plug mom's perfect, pink butthole with his stinking, veiny, red cock, but I could only grasp at the hope that he wasn't.

Suddenly, Chris surprised me by slapping me hard on the back. To my horror he was completely naked and his cock was wet and red from overuse. The other guys grabbed me and I saw that Dylan was filming Thomas with his phone as he hungrily plundered mom's velvety entrance. He resembled more like an animal than a human at this point, and it made me want to throw up knowing this disgusting beast was breeding mom for all she was worth. It also made me sick to know that the guys must have rummaged through her lingerie and underwear because mom wasn't wearing fishnet stockings and strappy black high heels when they knocked me out. I could see now from the end of the bed that mom was wearing a black g-string that was forcefully pulled to the side with Thomas' red nutsack fervently slapping against her pussy. He was ravaging her butthole. Thomas, the fat moron who smells like rotten milk, was gaping mom's pink butthole with anal sex. I couldn't believe it, I refused to.

The guys threatened to show everyone at school the photos and videos they took if I disobeyed them. I wanted to cry, but I only choked up a "yes, just please don't show anyone" before one of them forced a phone into my hands.

They forced me to film them as they took turns defiling my unconscious mother. I had wished with all my heart that she would wake up, but I knew that it would only makes things worse if she were awake right now. I couldn't bear to think about what they would make her do if she were awake, and the things she'd say, or the noises she'd make. The blood in my cranium felt cold and I thought I was going to pass out, but the guttural sound of one of them cumming inside mom brought me back to this hell.