I was surprised at this point by my stoicism and my ability to console my mother despite how weak I felt, and I was inspired to act more like the man I wanted to be for her. My arms were still held fast around her waist, and I lifted one of my arms up to her back to pull her in. Mom turned her head at the opposite angle to mine before our lips met and she rocked her head gently in tandem with mine as we kissed again and again. After several moments, mom placed her hands on my temples and softly pushed my face away. The sound of our lips parting sounded even wetter that time. She pulled her head back and her sorrow returned.

“No. I’m a whore.” She said as she grimaced and turned away from me.

I pulled her toward me and I craned my head to look up into her face despite her efforts to hide from me. She placed her hands on my chest and couldn’t bear for me to look at her, pushing away from me. Despite being a gangly nerd I was incomparably stronger than her, and I managed to pick my mom up and carry her to her room. She didn’t move after the first few steps and simply buried her face in my chest as I carried her in my arms. I layed her in bed and climbed in next to her only to be surprised by the coldness of the damp parts in the sheets, but despite showing no apprehension to lie next to her, she recognized the brief pause and began to cry hysterically.

“I’m a w-whore, Havvie.” Mom said as she choked on her tears.

She curled up with her knees against her chest, but I pressed myself against her and stroked her hair as she cried. I waited patiently for the worst to pass and mom eventually became quiet, only occasionally shuddering from her tears as she held my hands in hers. I nearly fell asleep when she suddenly spoke.

“Do you want me Javier?” She said quietly, not turning to face me.

My mind was instantly awakened and I was acutely aware of what she said despite my previous drowsiness. I said nothing, but instead squeezed her tightly as I cuddled her more assuredly.

“Havvie.” She whispered, gently clutching one of my hands in both of hers.

Still I said nothing; content with pretending to not have heard what she asked me. She rocked her hips to turn and face me, and the friction caused my cock to stir. I knew she felt it. Only the sound of her gentle breathing could be heard from her as she looked at me. I couldn’t tell if she was patiently waiting for my answer, or if she was waiting for me to wake up. Her face was inches from mine as her eyes gazed directly into me. She freed a hand from the tangle of blankets and arms and raised it to my face before she softly brushed my skin.

“Havvie. Wake up my Havvie.” She chanted quietly, as if she were casting a spell.

She could see my eyes were open but still she waited patiently for a reaction. I inhaled deeply and blinked slowly. She was silent for a few more moments before she spoke again.

“Do you want me Javier?” She asked again, as she gently stroked my cheek.

“Of course I want you momma. I don’t know what I’d do without you.” I whispered to her.

She was quiet for several moments as she continued to brush her fingers against my skin.

“I’ll give you anything you want, mi amor. Anything. You can ask for anything and momma will give it to you with a smile on her face and love in her heart. Anything, my Javier.”

My heart pounded in my chest so hard I swear she could hear it. The blood in my ears sounded like a drum and yet I was still; and yet I was calm. I slowly but confidently climbed on top of her and looked down at her face as she looked up at mine; she was lying on her side but she made no effort to move or leave. I lowered myself onto her, my hips pressed up against her with her knees close to her chest; my crotch against her buttocks. I leaned forward and kissed her and I opened my mouth. She accepted my tongue and reciprocated with her own. I had meant to break the kiss to breath, but in that brief moment of separation she whispered to me.

“I have condoms in the drawer.”

I didn’t respond and continued to kiss her passionately; our breathing growing ragged and my body beginning to writhe against hers of its own volition. Without breaking the kiss, mom reached clumsily for the drawer and pulled it open before groping around for a crinkly, plastic square. I could hear her trying to open it before I took it out of her hands and pushed it away. Mom quickly took my face in her fingers and briefly pushed me.

“No mi amor. Condom. You can do anything you want to me, but you need a condom, mi amor.” She said, her speech interrupted by frantic kisses.

I blinked. My eyes were staring at my hands lying limply near the edge of my bed. The image of mom on her back with her long, luxurious hair draped over her bed like a velvety river still fresh in my mind. It had all felt so real; the emotions I felt, the sensations I experienced, what I was doing, all of it. I squeezed my eyes shut as I lied still in bed, almost wishing I would fall asleep again and never wake up; if only to relive that memory I created of her. That false hope. I looked at my cracked phone to see it was nearly 3pm and I lifted myself from my bed to look for mom.

She was in the living room doing yoga quietly as sounds of forest ambience could be heard coming from a bluetooth speaker nearby. Just seeing her in her natural environment put my mind at ease, and despite the heap of emotions I had just battled when I awoke, I felt natural again.

“Hi mom.” I said in a loud whisper.

“Hola mijo. You sleep okay?” She said, without interrupting her routine.

“Yeah.” I replied meekly.

“Do you still want to go to the party?” I continued, desperately hoping she had a change of heart.

“Of course! I’m just doing some last minute stretching to help get rid of some soreness.”

I swallowed the saliva in my mouth and stared hard at her backside as she performed the Halasana pose. My raspy voice trailed out of my chest almost without my knowledge before it reached a normal volume.

“Sore from exercising?” I asked, anticipating the worst.

“I think so, but I’m fine. I’m always sore.” She shifted her head to the side to smile weakly at me when she said this.

She looked so gorgeous in this moment; wearing her yoga shorts, covered in sweat with her disheveled hair in a bun. It was as if she was inviting me to recreate the dream I had of us, beckoning me closer with her lurid body and pheromones filling my lungs. I knew I had to leave for my sanity’s sake, and I left her to finish her erotic display in peace.

I busied myself with showering and changing into some clean clothes to keep my mind free of the growing dread that was welling up in my chest. I had no clue what to expect tonight or how my mother could protect herself from them, but I was aware I no longer had a choice after what Hernan said to me this morning. My mother was on the line, and I concluded with a heavy heart that I would rather give her away again and again if it meant I could still keep her after they were done with her. No matter what they would do to her, I would still love her. The fear that paralyzed me was not knowing if she would still love me. The faintest thought that she might find out I played a part in all that happened to her sent a chill down my spine. I would rather die than live without her. I would rather die than know what she would feel, what she would say. I sighed.

I lost track of time as I dwelled on every dark thought that fouled my mind, and it was an hour before Eric’s party was expected to start. Before I was expected to give mom away. I stepped out into the hallway after splashing cold water on my face and I could smell mom’s perfume through her bedroom door. Her scent filled the entire house and my heart throbbed in anticipation for the delicious, brown bombshell I was about to see. I heard her footsteps get closer to her door.

“Hi Havvie, you almost ready?” She said, walking past me.

Her perfumed aroma enveloped me like a gust of fresh air as she went around the house. She was wearing black, strappy stilettos with a tight, cream-colored, strapless dress that ended below her mid-thigh. The fabric clung tightly to her shapely body, and her tanned skin contrasted with the color of her dress. She was a living, breathing work of art. She noticed me staring at her and she grinned, stepping toward me before she planted a kiss on the cheek near the corner of my mouth.

“You like it, mijo?” She asked, posing by lifting up a knee and smiling.

“Yeah. You look gorgeous mom.” I said, nearly choking on my saliva.

“Hmm. Thank you, baby.”

The corners of her dark, red lips formed a warm smile that sent electricity ricocheting through my body. I was stunned, and her smoky, green eyes lingered in mine for what seemed like an eternity.

“You must really like this. You’re practically drooling, mijo.” She said as she walked past me, brushing her hand against my cheek.

I watched her plump, heart-shaped buttocks move in her dress, the fatty meat of her thighs and cheeks wobbling slightly as she stepped. I wanted her. Badly. Yet I was more than content with just being in her presence, and waited quietly in the kitchen for mom to finish whatever she was doing. The doorbell rang.

“I’ll get it!” I announced loudly, in a pointless attempt to delay my mother’s unveiling for a few, final moments.

Mom was already in front of the door. I stood there in the middle of the living room as more and more boys were let into our home. They hugged and kissed her, they devoured her with their eyes, drinking in every inch of her ravishing body, and I watched.

“Go help my Havvie carry your beer.” Mom said, trying to peel herself out of Hernan’s embrace.

He could barely contain himself at the first sight of her, and my stomach tightened at this thought. Mom disappeared into her bedroom before they took the boxes out of the fridge and piled them in the back of mom’s car. I moved to return to the house, but one of them grabbed me by the arm. They formed a semi-circle in front of me.

“You remember what I told you this morning, Javier?” Hernan said in a hushed voice.

I said nothing, but simply looked at them. They were all looking at me like fiending junkies when another spoke.

“Your mom’s gonna party with us tonight. If you hold up your side of the deal, we’ll hold up ours.”

“There’s no deal; I didn’t agree to any of this. I won’t help you fuck my mom, but I won’t stop you either. If she doesn’t want anything to do with you guys, then there’s nothing I can do, but whatever happens, happens.” I said, with surprising conviction.

“Don’t be stupid homes. You don’t fuckin’ help us fuck your mom, you’re gonna wish you were dead.” Said Hernan, impatience rising in his voice.

“Whatever.” I said dismissively, stepping toward the house.

None of them stopped me or said anything, but my own apathy to the situation somewhat amazed me. Had mom made me brave? Was some part of me confident in our relationship? Never before have I been able to press my luck when mom was on the line, but a scarce amount of either bravery or stupidity spoke for me in that moment. Mom appeared in the front doorway with her purse and keys as she clacked toward me.

“You forget something inside, mijo?”

“No, just you.”

Mom smiled warmly and waved me back toward the car as she locked the door. I watched her ass wobble as she turned the key.

“Go sit in the front seat; I don’t want Hernan ogling me the whole drive.” She said.

I turned away from her to see Hernan was already sitting in the front passenger seat and when mom noticed as well, she looked at me and smirked. She was unamused, but she didn’t want to be rude and so I solemnly climbed into one of the back seats. I was silent as I gazed out the window, watching the yellow glow of the street lamps. I was vacantly counting them as they passed, and I would occasionally look forward to see any number of heads craning to watch mom in her seat as she drove. Her hips and thighs tantalizingly filling her car seat like an overflowing bounty of jiggling flesh. They were practically seconds away from tearing her away from the wheel and defiling her in the car right here and now. I looked back out the window.

We soon arrived at what I presumed was Eric’s house, judging by the numerous cars and muffled music coming from inside. I had remembered in that moment that we weren’t even invited, but I knew that the others had planned to not only use the alcohol to get in, but also my mom.

“You guys want to go in first, and I come in later so no one knows I’m with you or?”

“No Mrs. Rico, come in with us.” “Yeah come with us.” They said, their tongues practically hanging from their mouths.

Hernan watched mom get out of the car before he made a move to leave. He shot a look at me as he opened the car door and the rest of us piled out of the car to carry everything. Mom led us all to the front door, and for a moment the creeps who had tormented my mother and I seemed briefly humbled before the event that was about to unfold. They slowed down and walked together as a group behind me, seemingly apprehensive of approaching the party. A part of me thought it was just to stare at mom’s ass, but I knew they were terrified of rejection. This gave me no small amount of amusement as I knew my mom could at least guarantee my entry, but I struggled to contain my laughter at the thought of them being left out in the cold. I walked faster to be next to mom when she reached Eric’s door, and she turned back to look at us and I smiled at her. She looked like a goddess when she smiled at me with her lips and her eyes; her motherly gaze radiating out like a ray of hope. The front door opened before mom could reach for the doorbell.

“Woah, who’s this babe?” Said a voice.

Several other gasps and amused expressions came from the other side of the threshold as mom meekly waved at the people within.

“Damn, Javier! Is this your girl!?” Said another.

I looked at mom and she grinned at me before she leaned toward me and stroked the back of my hair.

“This is my Havvie, and here’s everyone else!” Mom said, as she presented the gaggle of losers behind us.

We were like a bunch of ugly ducklings following a beautiful swan. They let mom in and the rest of us followed her inside, boxes of cold beer in our freezing hands. I noticed more than one party-goer shoot glances at one another as my mom passed them. Unfamiliar air filled my nostrils.

“Hey Javier.” Laura said, waving from the kitchen with half a dozen other girls all looking at us as we carried the alcohol inside.

“Hey Laura.” I said cooly as I hoisted one of the boxes onto the counter next to them.

“Where should these go?” I asked, a clatter of cans and boxes being piled beside me.

“You can just keep it here.” Said Eric.

The guys and I turned to face him as he inspected the tribute we had brought him.

“Nice!” Said one of the voices behind him as a few other guys helped themselves to the cans.

“So who’s that girl you were with, Javier?” Asked one of the girls standing beside Laura.

I looked at them, and at Laura. I looked at Eric, and the guys behind him. If I had eyes in the back of my head I would likely see the assholes who came with me, staring too. I had to make a decision right then and there as to who my mom is. I knew that if I told them she was my mom, that I would be committing social suicide. I would be the laughing stock of the whole school, or at least more than I already was. If I told them she was my girlfriend, some of them would know I was lying based on the videos that were apparently passed around the school. This would also destroy my chances with Laura if she thought I was some cuckold or creep who told everyone his mom was his girlfriend. I resolved to not look at the ground.

“Uh- she’s my mom.” I said without shame, but without any enthusiasm either.

I expected to hear a chorus of laughter when I said those words, but instead Laura came in like an angel of mercy.

“Oh that’s cool. Your mom’s really beautiful, I never would’ve guessed.” She said.

I was still frozen to my spot in trepidation and I looked to the others to read their expressions. Some of them turned away and were obviously snickering to each other, but as always, Eric was the hardest to read.

“She’s not gonna say anything about all the alcohol, is she?” He asked, looking right through me.

“Uh, no, she’s cool. She came because uh, she bought us the beer and-”

“Okay, cool.” Eric said, not cutting me off, but causing me to be silent nonetheless.

We were in the clear. I knew that having mom with us practically lubricated our entry, and there was almost zero conceivable chance of getting kicked out as long as she was with us. I looked at Hernan and the others, and they were practically huddled together as they anxiously scouted the party. I knew I was better than them, and I confidently left to go look for mom. There were at least 40 other people here before we arrived, and I had to navigate through a maze of shoulders and elbows to make my way around the house. Eric’s family was rich, and their home looked massive. I knew finding mom would prove to be more difficult than I had initially thought, and I took out my phone to text her. Before I turned my phone on, I put my back to a wall so no one would see my wallpaper of her before I quickly sent mom a message asking where she was. After a few moments of looking around the living room where I stood, I realized I likely had the best chance at finding her if I followed the music. I elbowed my way through the sea of guys to see mom dancing with several others in various states of drunkenness as the music pounded my ears. I was relieved to see she was having fun, and I made my way back into the kitchen to get something to drink.

“Here, Javier.” Laura said, with a can in one hand and a bottle in the other.

“You got this for me?” I asked, genuinely surprised at the thought of her acknowledging I exist.

She smiled and said, “I put a lime in it already, you can try some!”

I took the bottle of beer from her and took a healthy swig to impress her. It tasted like nail polish remover, and it took every effort to not grimace as it coated my taste buds. She laughed as she reached for the bottle back.

The rest of the school day was much easier to bear after seeing Laura, despite the increasing anxiety welling up in my stomach at the thought of my mother coming to the party. A party that I didn’t even want to go to anymore, and had no freedom to back out of for fear of her knowing there was something wrong. I had to protect her from what little I could at this point, and the knowledge that her son was in agony had to remain hidden from her. The knowledge of what those disgusting creeps were doing to her had to remain a secret. At any cost.

I got a message on my phone during class and I looked to see that it was from mom.

“Javier, I need to speak with you when you get home.”

I looked at it trying to unpack the emotions I felt while reading her text. Could she have found out somehow? Did she know about what I did to her? My mind was wholly distracted by the abstract message and the remainder of class was a blur. I felt sick on the way home and a part of me wanted to jump off of the bus and never return. I wanted to run away and never look back, to never know what mom knew or felt, to leave those horrible people that preyed on her behind me, to protect my mom from the knowledge of what I did to her. I hated it. I hated my life. I hated how much of a coward I was. Mom was the only thing that mattered to me, not video games, not girls, not money. She was my happily ever after. I dreamed of living with her and creating a loving, romantic relationship when I got older, but I knew it could never come true. That innocent dream that never had a chance was gone now. It was held down against a bed and wild animals took turns ripping it apart. It was theirs now, their chew toy. Their plaything.

I hesitated for a moment before I inserted my key into the lock and I trudged through the front door as pangs of fear and anticipation took me. Mom was sitting quietly on the couch, and she wore a white, casual chiffon blouse with a pair of skintight jeans. I placed my bag on the ground and stood in front of her silently and looked at her. Her hands sat neatly in her lap clutching something and she was looking longingly out the window. I remained motionless as I waited for her to speak.

“Are you alright mijo? Are you sick?” She asked, her attention still lingering toward the window.

“I’m alright. Nothing’s wrong.” I said, searching her face for any clues as to what exactly she was thinking.

“There’s nothing you’re going through, or anything you’re struggling with? Nothing you feel like you can’t share with me?” She turned to me when she spoke, her piercing gaze stabbing through me like a knife.

Her cold, steely gaze shot an intense fear into me and I could feel my ears turning red as my face flushed with blood. I was silent as I turned my eyes to the ground.

“Javier, look at me.” She said concerningly, yet her voice seemingly devoid of any overt anger.

I sniffed and turned my head up to look at her the way a prisoner looks at his executioner moments before the end. I resolved to mirror her emotions to at least mimic some of my mother’s strength, even if it was to withstand her judgement in this moment lest I crumple into a ball.

“I did your laundry and I found these in your pocket, Javier.”

They were the panties she was wearing yesterday. The white, frilly, lace thong. I looked at them in her lap and back up at her before my eyes scattered around the room as if I could find a good explanation hidden in the carpet.

“Javier, did those boys do this? Please tell me this was just a prank that they pulled.” She pleaded, her voice still belying her disbelief of me.

“I...” My groggy voice struggled to articulate anything beyond that first sound.

Several moments passed painfully slowly as I fought with my turbulent emotions, my mouth still unable to say anything. My mother looked away again which felt like someone had just knocked the wind out of me.

“Baby, do you have feelings for me?” Mom looked directly into my eyes when she asked this.

Her green eyes searched mine, looking into each one as if she could find an answer in them. I blinked hard before looking up at the wall behind her. I didn’t know what to say, even if I could suddenly work up the courage to say a single thing to her. I loved her, and I was hopelessly in love with her. I knew in some way it was only natural for a woman this indescribably beautiful to paralyze me with fear and to cause my very neurons to misfire when tasked with speaking to her, but I felt ashamed that I wasn’t even man enough to tell her the truth. This one truth among all others that I could share with her, that I needed to give to her. My very bones ached to act as my heart and my mind struggled like tires in wet mud.

“Please talk to me, Javier. Please say something. Something.” She was growing increasingly impatient with me and her voice reflected this.

“I love you.”

Just three words and I was instantly fighting a losing battle with tears that came from nowhere. I looked up directly at the ceiling above me and inhaled sharply through my nostrils as I tried to blink them away. I shook my head in disbelief at what I said and I couldn’t bear to look at mom.

“Mi amor come sit with me. No crying baby, come sit down next to me.” She said, patting the space next to her.

I sat down beside her on the couch and she quickly put her panties on the coffee table and wiped my tears away with her thumbs.

“I’m not mad at you mi amor, I just want you to tell me the truth. You can tell me, you can talk to me. I’m your mother, Havvie, you can tell me anything, even this.” Her face was close to mine as she pleaded with me.

She never stopped wiping my tears away, and she didn’t say anything as I sobbed. She waited quietly for several moments before she lovingly dragged her lips along my forehead.

“Mi amor. Mi amor. My love. I’m not mad that you love me, mi amor.” Her soothing voice nearly hushed into a whisper.

Hearing her say such tender words had a terrible effect. I cried even harder despite her best efforts to calm me, but still her arms were wrapped around me with her face pressed into my hair.

“How could I ever be mad that you love me, mi amor? My poor, little boy loves me so much I make him cry? My Javier, my Javier I only wanted you to tell me.” She spoke directly into my ear, her soft voice whispering her words of love into my head like a magic spell.

She kissed my ear and nuzzled her face against mine, gently rocking me as my shame finally began to subside.

“I’m sorry.” I choked out through hitched breaths.

“No mijo, you have nothing to be sorry for. If the little compass in my baby’s heart keeps pointing towards me, then that just makes me the luckiest little mama in the whole world.” She announced to me, before holding my head against her bosom.

She gently stroked my hair as she expertly destroyed any semblance of manhood I still had. She reduced me to nothing, only to build me up again with every act of affection. I was always at her mercy and her love for me now only reminded me how powerless I was, and how well she knew me. I was stripped defenseless before her, and in my most vulnerable moment she caressed me with her tenderness as if she had planned it from the beginning.

“Besides mijo, you’re young. You’ll fall in love with women your entire life. I’m just happy that we can share this together. You did nothing wrong, Havvie. Look at me.” She spoke gently as she raised my face to hers by my chin.

I dared to look into her sultry, green eyes and they looked back at me. My tempest of emotions had begun to subside and I was now able to at least breathe again.

“You didn’t do anything wrong, Havvie. It’s okay. I’m not mad, alright?” She smiled sweetly as she spoke.

I nodded and was able to manage a smile before being pulled in for several soft kisses on the cheek. Mom wiped the last of my drying tears away with her fingers before glancing at the coffee table.

“Are these your favorite, mijo?” Mom said, clearly amused despite how uncomfortable I was.

She held her underwear up to me and I shook my head embarrassed and shrugged.

“Keep them, mijo. I have plenty.” She said, smiling as she balled them up in my hands.

The doorbell rang followed by loud, impatient knocks, and she gave me a quick peck on the forehead before getting up from the couch.

“I bet it’s your friends.” She said as she walked to the front door.

I was growing to resent that word for it had lost all meaning to me as of late. I knew the animals behind that door only came when they were hungry, and only left when they were sated. I stood up from the couch and went to look at who my mother was letting into our house. There they stood. The lowlives. Ivan’s brother, Hernan, could be seen kissing my mother on the cheek to greet her, which had also created a window in which the other boys could whet their appetites eyeing her body freely. They had also taken their turns greeting her with kisses to her cheeks, as if they were eager to make it a new habit. Hernan winked at me and I felt like I was struggling to breathe for a moment. I shoved mom’s balled-up underwear in my pocket as she passed me to enter her bedroom, and then they approached me.

“So here’s the deal.” Hernan started, his hand diving into his front pocket to reach for something.

“Me and the boys are gonna have a little more fun than usual this time, but you’re gonna help us.”

He held up a small plastic baggy in front of my face that contained colorful little tablets of what looked like medication, and shook it. The tablets had car logos on them and apparently they knew I had no idea what they were from the look on my face.

“This little baggy’s full of love pills that’re gonna make your mama go gaga for dick.” He said with a smug grin.

“Yeah it’s molly. She’ll be creaming on our dicks like a pornstar when these things kick in.” Said Ivan, somewhat loudly due to his excitement.

“Shh! Shut up, she’ll hear us.” Said another.

“Well boys, are you excited for tomorrow?” Mom announced, as she came back into the living room.

I knew mom somewhat enjoyed male attention, but it looked like she had touched up her makeup in the brief time she spent in her bedroom. It was unlikely any of them noticed, but the thought that my mother apparently cared about what they thought of her made me feel jealous and embarrassed. She was already stunning and I thought she was above this, but knowing my mother thought the same way us lowly teenagers do created doubt in my heart that she was truly only for me.

“Yeah, especially now that I know you’ll be there.” Theo said, as suavely as possible.

Mom smiled at him and gently hit him on the shoulder before asking us if we were hungry. She looked at me as she said this and I could practically feel their eyes lapping up every inch of her buxom body. I don’t know why, but I looked at Hernan for an answer, as if he were in control of me. Her eyes followed mine.

“Why don’t we watch a movie and make some popcorn Mrs. Rico?” He suggested.

“That sounds like fun, do you want to watch a movie Havvie?”

I shrugged, but it was a weak protest. The others were more than eager to voice their approval of the idea and my mother relented to them.

“You don’t have to watch the movie with us if you don’t want to, mijo.” She said, her face tilted downward to look at me.

I nodded but I had already resigned myself to staying with her, as if I were able to protect her. I knew I couldn’t. Not anymore. Yet I had to see her, as with each passing day it felt as if time were running out, and I felt like something important was about to happen. Perhaps it was merely my paranoia, but I felt my panic growing each day as if something horrible was about to happen to me. More terrible than what had already happened, I was unsure, but this feeling in my chest was worsening and my desires to be with my mother were becoming increasingly irresistible. Like I was about to lose her forever.

I didn’t pay attention to what movie they were deciding to watch as my attention was split between shutting myself out from what was happening around me, and the tasteless foreplay my mother was being subjected to. She was on the couch with Hernan and Austin sitting on either side of her. The others took the other chairs and I was left with the floor, and I sat with my back against the arm of the couch.

“Come sit down mijo, I’m gonna make us some popcorn.” Mom said, upon seeing that I was sitting on the ground.

She left to the kitchen and the others were practically shooting daggers into their eyes at me when I stood up to sit on the spot she offered me.

“Don’t take my spot or I’ll fuck your shit up.” Said Hernan as he got up.

The others enthusiastically watched him enter the kitchen with her and they all looked at each other excitedly. I sat back down on the floor with my head against my knees and waited, defeated. The sounds of beer cans could be heard opening from the kitchen, and mom came out carrying a handful in her arms. She gave one to each of us as Hernan came out moments later with one in each hand. They were both already open.

“Are you sure you don’t want to sit up here, Havvie?” Mom asked, concerned that I was still on the floor.

“No mom, I’m fine. I don’t think I’ll watch the whole movie.” I said despondently.

“Well let me get you a cushion at least, mijo.”

They watched her backside when she left.

“These things aren’t like the sleeping pills we been giving her. It’s gonna take some time or a lot of tablets to kick in hard, but that’s where you come in.” Hernan uttered in a low voice.

He tapped my head with the back of his hand.

“You’re gonna help convince her to keep drinking and our deal still holds. Alright ese?”

I didn’t turn around to look at him, but I could see the others looking at me while they sipped their cans of beer. I nodded weakly.

“Here mijo, take these.” Mom said, as she handed me a couple of her pillows.

I meekly thanked her and watched her plop down in between Austin and Hernan before reaching forward onto the coffee table to grab her can. The two of them on the couch on either side of her looked at each other when she took her first swig. The beginning of the end.

Eventually we reached the part of the movie where a British soldier crosses a broken bridge while being shot at, when Hernan reaches for his can on the coffee table. It was next to mom’s and he shook hers to confirm it was empty before grabbing his.

“You want me to get you another Mrs. Rico?” He asked as he got up from the couch.

“Oh no thank you mijo.” Mom said, her already flushed face smiling at him.

“Aw, c’mon, it’s the weekend. We’re partying tomorrow, what’s the difference?” Hernan said, trying his best to encourage.

The others voiced their approval as well, trying to goad my mom to let loose. Mom was gently shaking her head smiling before her eyes briefly met mine. She looked at me, smiling as she waited for what I would say.

“It’s okay, mom. There’s plenty.” I muttered, breaking eye contact.

“Well, if my Havvie says it’s alright.”

The others laughed and lively pumped their fists at her answer, to her amusement. It would seem that despite her age, mom still enjoyed the approval of guys our age and was just as vulnerable to their pressure as any other. I buried my head in my lap as I held my knees up. I didn’t know what I was waiting for; my job as bait was done, and mom had been captured. I suppose it was lethargy or depression that kept me from moving, or sick curiosity. It didn’t matter now. I felt numbness growing inward from my fingertips, and I let it overtake me.

Hernan returned with more cans and handed one to her. It was already open. Mom took a sip.

Throughout the movie I would occasionally glance up at mom. Her face seemed flush and she seemed to glisten. She fidgeted almost constantly, and was running her hands up and down her thighs as if she were impatiently waiting for something.

“You alright?” Hernan said, his arm behind her on the couch.

“Mm-hmm.” Mom said, idley licking her lips.

I could see that her pupils were massive, and that she subtly rocked her hips against the couch cushion almost imperceptibly. I continued to watch her, almost curious in a way to see what the drug did to her and what the point of no return was. If there had been any left.

“You want me to get you another beer, mami?” He said, rubbing her shoulder with the hand wrapped around her.

Her face was pointed directly at his despite their close proximity and she shook her head “no” as she gently smiled.

“You want the last bit of mine?” Hernan asked as he reached for his beer.

He held it up to her and she leaned forward to drink from it as he tilted it forward. He spilled it on her.

“Oops! Lemme get that for you baby.” He said.

Hernan grabbed a napkin from the coffee table and took the liberty of drying my mom. She voiced no protests and made no move to stop him. She did however watch him closely as he ran the napkin all over the places that were wet, with cursory movements around her chest that apparently involved pulling the neckline of her blouse down to reach every spot. She let him do it, and I watched her look at him.

The others around us looked at the two of them with the sides of their heads, cautious to not be caught looking by her, but obviously more interested in what they were doing than the movie. Jean got up and came back with more cans of beer, offering one to Hernan as he motioned his head toward my mom. Hernan shook his head subtly at him and gave mom the can. We were almost finished with the movie when I noticed mom was rocking her hips into the couch cushion much more deliberately. The others noticed this too and I could see knowing smirks growing on their faces as my mom unknowingly embarrassed herself.

“You having fun, baby?” Hernan asked, turned to her.

Mom’s face was completely flushed and I could see sweat stains forming on her blouse. She nodded to him as she bit her lip, her irises hardly visible now with how big her pupils had become. Worry plagued me and I knew what was about to happen.

“Here, lemme give you a massage.” He said, motioning with his head to tell Austin to move.

Austin got up and sat on the arm of the couch and all of them watched as mom lied flat on her stomach. Hernan eagerly mounted my mom, his crotch on top of her adjoined thighs, inches from the wobbling globes that strained against her skintight jeans. He worked his hands up the bottom edge of her blouse and began to massage her lower back. Hernan nodded with his head toward the others and one of them quickly put on another movie without mom noticing, her eyes were closed as she continued to idly lick her lips. After a few moments passed, Hernan lowered himself on top of mom and rubbed his body against hers as she gripped the cushion near her face. He thrusted directly upward into her buttocks and she gasped loudly, her eyes only lazily opening halfway.

“Javier.” Mom whispered, her voice hoarse and breathy.

Before I could answer her, Hernan spoke.

“He’s in his room.” He whispered, directly into her ear.

“Don’t let him see me like this.” She replied, unable to contain the desire in her voice.

“It’s okay baby, no one’s watching.”

The song ended and everything would have been quiet but the sounds of frantic slapping of flesh and teenaged panting filled the room, only to be broken up by the occasional groan of pain from mom. Ivan’s brother stood in front of her face and slowly and neatly wrapped a fistful of her long, brown hair around his knuckles as Austin released his grip to now assault both of mom’s reddening ass cheeks with repeated smacks from both hands. Austin continued to greedily buck his hips against mom’s plump, red backside when Ivan’s brother pulled mom’s face up to his with one hand down the front of her blouse, deforming a breast in her bra from his rough mauling. He forcefully kissed her open mouth and it looked like he was attempting to force his tongue as far down mom’s throat as possible with the way he was tugging her head in one direction and another. She choked out a grunt with some sobbing before becoming quiet again and his tongue resuming its exploration of mom’s mouth. Her lipstick was now completely smeared before he lowered her head to his crotch with her hair as a handle, and unzipped his pants inches from her upturned face. Austin bucked his hips upward into mom’s ass hard and he held himself there, nearly lifting her off of her feet as his red face shivered and a pained moan escaped him. In one quick motion he pushed himself away from mom’s backside and I could see that his red dick was completely wet as it throbbed in the cool air, still pointed at the spot where he was pressed against her. Large globs of cum fell from between mom’s legs and onto the carpet, and a loud, open-palmed smack against her ass cheek marked the end of his conquest before Jean replaced him behind her wide, red ass.

A gargled, retching sound could be heard coming from mom’s throat as Ivan’s brother lifted her face away from his twitching cock before lowering it again and sliding the entirety of his wet length into her mouth and throat. His thrusts into her face were slow and deliberate as he moaned, satisfied when he bottomed out inside her throat. Jean’s thrusts against mom’s backside caused her reddened ass and thighs to ripple feverishly as her flesh was gripped tightly in his fingers; so tightly his knuckles were nearly white.

“You’re gripping her too tight.” I said meekly, surprised at the sound of my own voice.

“You’re going to hurt her.” I continued.

Jean’s response was to simply quicken his pumps as he grabbed her arms for leverage, bucking against her meaty ass with his hips as he orgasmed inside of her. His cock was just as wet and twitchy as Austin’s was when he pulled himself off of my mother. Two of them had their phones held up to the spot where he was pressed up against her, and I couldn’t see anything except more cum falling from the spot where they were huddled around. Only two guys crouched behind my mom with her reddened ass pointed at them was all I could see before Ivan decided he had enough and that it was his turn to mount my mom.

I had seen enough and couldn’t stomach any of it anymore. I weerily got up and started for my bedroom before I watched them carry my mom toward the couch by her wrists and ankles. Her long, luxurious hair dragging along the carpet before they began to peel her clothes off like barbarians skinning a deer. Two of them roughly grabbed her breasts in their greedy hands and sucked loudly, popping her large brown nipples out of their mouths repeatedly before gorging themselves on my mother’s soft tit flesh.

“Hey should we try milking her?” I heard one of them say before I entered my room.

I watched someone hoist her feet onto their shoulders while all manner of wet, sucking noises and heavy breathing came from the couch where they were defiling her most delicate places. I shut my bedroom door.

I tightly closed my eyes as I lay in bed with my hands clutching my ears. I could still hear the couch creaking under the weight of several teenagers and my mother. The creaking never stopped. Every other carnal noise I could make out had a beginning and an end, but the creaking of the couch never ceased. They were churning their cocks inside of her for hours, relentlessly working her suckling, pink entrances open as they feverishly pumped my mother with their rigid, misshapen cocks. A multitude of shapes and sizes rearranging her insides as they took turns relentlessly pushing themselves deeper inside my mom to achieve orgasm after orgasm. Her warm, wet orifices sucking their swollen cocks like lollipops as they committed the textures of her pussy and butthole to memory, and her body growing accustomed to theirs. They were becoming experts on my mother’s sexual preferences, and many of them were unknown even to her.

These boys were learning how to churn, gyrate, and work their cocks inside her to achieve the most powerful orgasms. They learned how to pleasure her properly by bucking their hips in the right rhythm and angle to make her pussy clamp down and suck them harder as she lay unconscious. Her butthole was built for abuse. They knew the right techniques to make my poor mother grip the base of their cocks tighter at the right moment for that mind-blowing orgasm inside of her butthole, before rotating their hips to work her hole open again for a faster pace or another cock. Those that mauled her breasts made a game of sucking and gnawing on her big, brown nipples while others were inside her, and they could feel how hard or softly they assaulted her breasts by how tightly her pussy or butthole would grip their cocks. They knew her lung capacity before she started to sputter and choke on the swollen phallus invading her throat, and how far to go before she spittled saliva and mucus onto their wet cocks. My mother’s hair began to smell less like her mango-scented conditioner and more like the sweaty, greasy fingers of the teenagers that roughly gripped her wavy locks for leverage, craning her head and neck in several directions for their sexual convenience. How hard to bite, how forceful to suck, or how tightly they could squeeze before they left a mark on my mom’s immaculate body was the most valuable thing they knew, learning it all from her own soft, tanned flesh as if my mother’s own body betrayed her in her sleep.

I wanted it all to end. I wanted them to stop. I wanted the noises to stop. I didn’t care if they all had to orgasm one final time inside my mom, I wanted them to be done with her. To leave us alone and to take what they took from her and go. I didn’t care if they were going to make her a porn star, my heart couldn’t take it anymore and I could hardly picture my mother’s smiling face. My tears blinded me as I lied face up in bed, counting the hours that they were spending with her, learning and experiencing all of the forbidden pleasures of her defenseless body. I turned onto my side and reached for my phone, my tears spilling across my face as I blinked to see. I stared at my mother’s face smiling at me through the screen. I stared for what seemed like an hour as I committed every detail of her immaculate face to memory. Her alluring smile that soothed your very soul, her sultry green eyes that seemed to draw you in and never let go, her cute little nose that wrinkled when she scowled at me in anger. She was perfect.

Perfect in mind, perfect in body. Perfect in soul. It was as if I prayed to the gods for the perfect woman to love me, and in their mercy they made her my mother. I loved her so much it hurt. I held her tiny portrait in my hands as I repeatedly woke my phone again and again to see her smiling face on the backlit screen. The sounds of bestial, carnal lust invaded my ears as I clutched my little slice of mommy in my shaking hands. Her loving, motherly face reassuring me that she’d be okay. That she and I were going to overcome this together, that she was going to be safe, and that she was going to still love me tomorrow. I silently cried myself to sleep as I looked at her blurry photo through teary eyes.

My mother looked indescribably beautiful in her long, silky, black dress. It clung to her delicious silhouette and she might as well have been naked with how good she looked. She lifted the brim of her bulky witch hat to reveal her black, pouty lips and two smiling, green eyes eagerly reading my face for a reaction. The shiny, black lipstick mom wore was so dark her mouth seemed an almost nebulous shape, but they quickly widened to unfurl a warm, loving smile across her face as I struggled to speak. She stepped toward me with her wide, motherly hips swaying causing the thin material of her dress to flow like billowing cloth around her legs as she moved. She held my face delicately with her fingertips at first, stepping closer toward me and taking my head gently in her hands as the smell of her perfume began to envelop me. Her cold hands cradled my warm face up toward hers and I watched her slowly close her eyes as she came toward me. I watched her for as long as I could before I quickly shut my eyes and inhaled sharply, taking in lung-fulls of her pheromones before our lips touched. As her lips were pressed against mine she rocked her head from side to side ever so gently, and I began to kiss her again and again without separating from her. I grew bold and kissed her hard, but still she did not withdraw, meeting my increasingly lustful exchange with matched enthusiasm. We resembled lovers in that moment as I entangled my tongue with hers, reveling in the taste of her mouth as my lungs continued to gulp down her aroma with every breath. One of my hands crept steadily from her back down over her buttocks and I felt the warmth of her bare skin along my fingertips. My mother held my head tightly now as she feverishly kissed me again and again, lapping up my saliva with her tongue and sucking hungrily on mine.

She pulled me away from her mouth before forcing my face into her breasts, and I pulled the opening of her dress further down with my chin as I passionately kissed every inch of skin she guided me toward. I heard her hat fall onto the floor when my mother threw her head back and loosed a lustful, breathy moan; one that came up from the depths of her chest. I was practically slobbering on her breasts as I relentlessly searched for a nipple with my mouth before taking one in and feverishly suckling. I listened to the chorus of salacious moans escape my mother’s throat. She sounded as if she were being fucked thoroughly and properly with how lustful they were as I continued to feast on the milky tit in my mouth. Her screams were like a pornstar’s as her euphonious voice grew higher and higher as I sucked harder, and she held her face to mine pressing my head against her breast with her relentlessly caressing hands running through my hair. I felt her teeth against me before she cried her love into my ear. I could hear every little wet noise of her mouth as she swallowed her saliva, or when she opened her lips to pant like a bitch in heat.

“I love you Javier.” She groaned, as if I were fucking her.

The doorbell rang.

I looked up in confusion and surprise at the noise, and my mother released her grip on me and stepped toward the door. I looked down at her back and saw it. There was a hole in the back of her dress that revealed her bare ass.

“Mom, wait!” I shouted, with my hand outstretched toward her.

I couldn’t move from where I stood and watched as she opened the door to a group of boys that were about my age. I didn’t recognize any of them and couldn’t make out any particular details of their faces. They surrounded my mother before one stray hand hungrily dove into the back of her dress, fingers disappearing up into the plump, wobbling flesh before retracting just as quickly to one of their faces. He smelled his fingers and licked them before shoving his hand back up the opening in my mom’s dress. Her hands rested on another’s chest as the hand that molested her was practically lifting her off of the ground with how forceful he was. I heard a sucking noise and saw that two of them had mom’s teats in their mouths as they suckled and gnawed on her nipples, pulling her breasts in different directions as they assaulted her. My mother lifted her hips forward to escape the hand that was defiling her from behind, but the boy’s arm simply went deeper into her dress to continue violating her, nearly elbow-deep in the fabric.

“This was supposed to be for you, Javier.” Mom said with some alarm in her voice, her head turned toward me.

She was unable to fully face me, but her eyes were locked with mine as they lifted her off of the ground. Her legs were held apart as she kicked and shook her whole body to escape their grip. I could see that the boy’s entire hand had disappeared up inside my mother’s buttocks as he brutishly churned and rotated his arm as they wrestled with her. A dozen hands grabbed at her body and dragged her into her bedroom, but my mother didn’t stop fighting them. She resembled a disobedient slave and they were more than eager to break her in, and only when they were able to drag her past the threshold of her bedroom door did she begin to panic.

“Javier!” My mother craned her head to look at me.

Her white teeth contrasting with her black lipstick as terror eclipsed her face.

“Javier!” Her voice was muffled as one of them threw her and held her face against the mattress.

Her backside was in the air with the hole in her dress revealing everything. A wet hand glistened in front of it as the boy greedily sucked his fingers like a bear eating honey. The bedroom door began to close and I saw several of them throw themselves on top of her like zombies before the door shut.

“Javier!” I could faintly make out through the door.

Her horrific, muffled screams competed in volume with the frantic creaking of her bed.

I looked down at the ground and stared at her witch hat before picking it up. I looked at it vacantly as the rhythmic creaking of my mother’s mattress and her screams for help assaulted my ears. It smelled of her perfume.

I opened my eyes and looked at the phone in my hands. I hadn’t moved since yesterday. I tried to wake my phone only to find that it had died, and I felt an unusual amount of panic before I plugged its charger in and turned it on. No messages and no missed calls. It was 4am.

I paused for a moment to think about the nightmares I had while they were still fresh in my mind, and the reality of my situation hung around my neck like a heavy noose. It was becoming harder and harder to find the will to keep going, but almost paradoxically the romantic feelings for my mother were increasing and I was completely addicted to her now. Every moment that sadness or fear began to crawl its way into my heart I would instinctively look to my phone and my picture of mom. Like a drug addict, I needed to look at it every moment I wasn’t until my desire to see her overwhelmed me and I relented, quickly pawing at the lock button to see a backlit photo of her smiling at me and my heart beat slowed.

My mother was cleaning the dishes while gently humming to herself when I stepped into the kitchen. Her prodigious buttocks and thighs filled her white capris skin tight, and she wore a yellow button-down blouse undone at the first few buttons to let her bosom breathe in the cool, evening air. I walked up behind her and wrapped my arms around her waist and ran my palms up and down her stomach and chest while inhaling the scent of her luxurious hair. She didn’t react the way I thought she would, but I was somehow unsurprised that she continued to hum to herself quietly as she continued to rinse a plate. I grew more brazen and held onto the edge of the sink and grinded my hips as far up into her backside as possible, nearly losing myself prematurely to the plump firmness of her full, motherly buttocks in the process. I pumped and pumped and yet she did not react to the open assault by her own son until I had quickly reached my limit. My pants were stained with the hot seed I would have loved to have deposited deep inside her as I ran my hands all over her gorgeous body. I nuzzled my face against her neck and breathed hard into her ear as waves of dopamine washed over my entire nervous system like a cold bath, but still mom never stopped what she was doing.

“You have to protect me, Javier.” She said as if to remind me, yet never removing her focus from the sink.

Her voice was like ecstasy to me now in this state, and even hearing her say such an innocuous phrase was enough to push me to the edge as I writhed against her from behind with renewed vigor.

“You’re a young man now Javier, and I am your mother. Which means I belong to you.” She continued.

I was now openly panting in her ear as I gorged all of my senses on every detail of her body: her scent, her taste, her texture. I only briefly paused my hoarse serenade into mom’s ear to lean back to better leverage my grip on the sink with my crotch being buried in her wide, meaty ass.

“You have to protect the women that belong to you from the beasts and men that prey on them. And I belong to you, Javier.” She said this without any hitch or pause in her voice despite the increasingly forceful molestations.

Her buxom body only swayed gently under the lecherous assault as I made little acknowledgement that I was listening to her. I was only concerned with the jiggling of her flesh and the shape of her lower back as my tongue hung out of my mouth as if to taste the lurid air we were making.

“You’re the only one I love, Javier. You can’t let any other man have me.” She seemed to sigh as she said this, as if she were deep in thought.

For reasons I couldn’t explain I felt compelled in that moment to stop making love to her and to take a step back. I could see the wet patch in my pants had grown and had even gotten my mother’s backside wet, right where I had been attempting to enter her through her pants. My furious, red cock protruded in my pants and the erection was so hard it was almost painful, but I did nothing to address it. I simply stared at my mother from behind as she quietly continued to clean the dishes with her hair disheveled and the mess left behind by her immodest son. In that moment, a large, towering figure appeared in my periphery and stepped toward my mother. He was completely naked and I couldn’t clearly make out what he looked like in any greater detail. Only his huge, naked form stood out to me. I felt an alarming feeling well up in my throat but I couldn’t shout or move from where I stood. I could only watch as the man ripped the back of her white capris open to reveal her tanned, wobbling ass cheeks and the small pink g-string that was swallowed by them. He then reached his huge hands around my mother’s shoulders and ripped her blouse apart by the opening that she had left undone. The sound of tiny, plastic buttons clattering around the sink reached my ears as I watched his hands pinch her large, brown nipples and tug them roughly in different directions. It was like he was milking a cow with his fat fingers buried in the soft, tanned flesh as he hungrily mauled at her breasts from behind. My mother continued to make no sound or any indication that she was even aware of what was happening to her, and she simply stood there like a mannequin. Then he took his fat fingers and fished her tiny pink string out from between her buttocks and pulled it to the side. His cock was already leaking when he had it in his hand and lined it up with mom’s crevice. My ears felt hot and my rigid cock ached in my tight pants when I watched it disappear into her ample buttocks. It was a brief moment before he took up what looked like a painfully forceful rhythm with his thrusts as he grunted and panted like an animal. My mother looked tiny compared to him and her large, plump ass meat was being pressed flat against his hips and the counter edge as the hulking man began to dig further and further into her orifice with his swollen root. My mother’s breasts were deformed in the tight grip of his calloused hands as the creamy sounds of her womanhood being churned were filling the kitchen. She didn’t acknowledge him even when he bucked his hips up against her, lifting her off of her feet, and still she was nearly motionless when his guttural grunts had revealed that he was emptying his balls inside of her, shooting rope after hot rope of cum inside her warm hole.

I felt like I was about to break down into tears but I never cried or made a single sound, and I felt my feet move without my permission. I slowly stepped out of the kitchen as I watched him continue to assault my mother. One of the last things I saw was her legs and feet between two massive calves, and I heard a small, creamy noise coming from a place I could no longer see.

“You have to protect me, Javier.” She said, as the huge man hunched over her broke our line of sight.

 The final moment before I stepped out of the kitchen I turned my head to see the massive figure looking intently down at the part where he was attached to my mother, and the quiet, creamy noise. That tiny, wet squelching.

“Javie-”

I shot up into a sitting position in my bed as my heart beat like a drum in my ears. I turned my head to the side as my ears began to process the sound of a ringtone. I clumsily took my phone into my hands and blinked hard to clear my vision as I struggled to read who it was that was calling me, and I saw it. Ivan. I felt my bowels flip and an overwhelming feeling of dread wrapped tightly around my chest, but the briefest image of mom’s smiling face flashed in my mind like a passing street light in the night. I frowned and answered the phone.

“You awake?” I heard him say.

I said nothing, but he must have been able to hear my breathing. My jaw was clenched and my nostrils were gulping down oxygen as if I were about to fight, and it was all I could do to quell my building rage at the sound of his voice.

“I know you saw us yesterday, and I’ll tell you right now: If you say anything to anybody- if you say anything to her? We’re gonna spread videos of that shit to everybody. Porn sites, her work, your neighborhood, everywhere. So listen carefully.”

My lungs were taking in and expelling air rapidly as my fists were tightening. I was completely at his mercy but my entire body believed otherwise, and I was sweating in my bed just at the thought of protecting mom from this creep.

“We’ll leak that shit to everyone who knows her, and we’ll tell her you helped us do it. We’ll make narcing on us the biggest mistake in your lives. Don’t you ever think of saying shit to anybody, got it?”

My jaw was still ironclad despite a small effort to speak. I could but interrupt my breathing by swallowing hard, and it must have been enough for him to know I was listening.

“You don’t say shit, and life for you will be as normal and boring as you want it. We come over? You don’t say shit. We run a train on your mom? You don’t say shit. You get it?”

I pulled the phone away from my ear and stared at the letters of his name until they looked like simple shapes. My thumb shivered uncontrollably as I reached toward the center of the screen to hang up. The call app automatically faded from view and was replaced with the wallpaper of my beautiful mom’s smiling face. Her black lipstick and smokey eyes smiling at me when she dressed as a witch last Halloween. When she kissed me it left black smears. I remember slowly kissing all of the ones I could reach before going to bed that night and dreaming about her. I breathed deeply and deliberately.

My eyes panned over my room as if to look for something, but I didn’t know what. I was silent, kneeling on the edge of my bed as I struggled to process everything that had happened. I looked up at my clock without moving my head and saw I was awake before my alarm would’ve gone off, and turned it off ahead of time. I got up and left my bedroom automatically and I got ready to leave for school. After I was prepared, I stepped quietly out into the hallway and silently made my way toward mom’s room. The door was barely open and I peeked inside as my eyes adjusted to the darkness.

She was angelic. Anyone could have painted her in this moment and thought she was a sleeping goddess. Her closed eyes cast downward as she was nestled against her pillow, but her bare breasts were free as they rested flatly against her chest from their own plump gravity. I could easily make out the fertile curvature of her hips and thighs underneath the blanket, and her hair hung like shimmering brown velvet around the pillow her head was cradled in. I don’t know where my shame went, but perhaps it was replaced with my overwhelming desire to protect her even now. I quietly tiptoed into her room and pulled her blanket over her breasts and tucked it in around her curves. My heart wanted to leap out of my chest when my eyes rested on her calm face and I couldn’t help but lean down and lightly kiss her on the lips. She stirred softly and inhaled fully and I knew she was awake.

“Baby, you’re up so early.” She said with a breathy sigh.

Her face was pointed at mine but her eyes remained closed.

“Just wanted to say goodbye before I left.” I whispered.

Her alluring eyes opened just enough that a glint of green revealed itself with her pupils rolling down from her eyelids, and her gaze rested on mine. After a moment her eyes panned around the room which struck me with no small amount of panic. Before I could plan what to say she pulled her blanket up toward her neck.

“I can’t get out of bed, Havvie. Are you hungry? Do you want me to make you something before you go?” She asked calmly, still holding the blanket close to her chest.

“No I was just gonna go. It’s okay, mom.” I reassured.

I was about to leave but something told me to stay, and I turned to her and moved to kiss her again.

“I love you mom.” I said, pulling my face back from hers with a faint sound of our lips separating.

“I love you too my Jav-”

I interrupted mom with another, longer kiss on the lips this time. I don’t know what came over me or why I had suddenly become so cavalier with my affection, but it took all of my concentration to not moan in her mouth when I felt her fingers stroke my hair. I was half-ready to try my luck with my tongue but her fingers gently pulled my hair signalling me to let her go. When our lips separated it sounded romantic- like a kiss lovers share, and far from one a son should ever give his own mother. Her fingers were still in my hair when I quickly pecked her on the lips one final time.

“Mm-mm. (No.)” She protested, her lips still pressed to mine.

She tugged hard this time, craning my head away and nearly pulling my hair out.

“No, mi amor.” Mom said as she leaned her head back into her pillow, still holding the blanket.

I felt only faintly awkward when I turned to leave her bedroom, but relief washed over me knowing she apparently had no clue what had happened last night. I turned my head to look at her one last time and saw her piercing gaze already aimed at me while she lay in bed. She didn’t look angry with me, and it was almost as if she were thinking while she watched me leave. She looked incredible. It felt awful to feel the sharp, frigid air on my face after having only moments ago been in my mother’s warm presence, lavish lips pressed against mine.

The cold morning was uncomfortably sobering as I was now faced with confronting the men who raped my mother. Who took turns attacking her, like young, unproven animals teaching one another how to hunt by preying on something defenseless. My mother was their prey. Every single one of those creeps were her predators. They practiced on her. I was close to vomiting on the sidewalk when the realization hit me that among all of my “friends” I was now the only virgin after last night. Each of them lost it to my unconscious mother, and lost it repeatedly. Not only were they now experienced, they learned it all with my mom. They did everything they wanted to her, fulfilling all of their sick fantasies. In her defenseless state they feasted on her like wild beasts, drinking in the sensations and textures of the most secret parts of her body. Tears welled up in my eyes when I pictured my mother lying limply in bed, face down as one after another took turns grunting on top of her until orgasm. I wondered if they would have done what they did with any other woman, or if it had to be mom. If it had to be my mother lying unconscious with her heavenly body on display before something in each of them snapped.

More and more faces I didn’t recognize looked at me in amusement during the school day. It began to dawn on me that many of the students were far more familiar with my mother than I was comfortable with, and cringed when I saw the first of the perpetrators. I knew they were using mom in yet another cruel and selfish fashion.

“You sent them, didn’t you?” I said, looking off in the distance at nothing.

“Maybe, maybe not.” Theo said, snickering.

“She’s my mom. You didn’t have to do this.” I sounded defeated even to myself when I said this.

“Yeah well when we saw what she looked like and what she was doing, we just did what we had to.” His smugness left me in shock.

“Did what you had to? She did nothing to you! She was kind; she was nice to you! And you… Raped her… All of you.” My voice was nearly inaudible when the last few words left me, and humiliation poured over me.

“Yeah, and we’re gonna fuck her some more after school.”

I looked up at Theo, as if to read the words he just spoke.

“And you’re not gonna stop us otherwise the whole town is gonna know what her shithole looks like after five dicks have been in it. We’ll make your little mommy a pornstar if you don’t play your cards right.” A revolting smile crept across his face when he said this.

My chest was burning by the time the last of his words reached my ears, and I felt sick to my stomach. I only walked away from him with my gaze fixated on the ground. The torture of that school day was not something I would have wished anyone but my most hated enemies. Knowing that the ridicule I was subjected to was because of my mother who was apparently passed around like a trophy, and that at the end of today she was going to be torn into again overcame me. I had to pretend to sleep to hide my crying from my peers to preserve what little dignity I might have had, and as a result I missed my only opportunity to talk to Laura that day. The lunch period was no better as I was alone, or I chose to be to avoid the horrible men that brutalized my mother and their disgusting jokes about what they would do to her again.

I went home alone after school as quickly as I could to get as far away from that nightmarish asylum as possible. As I put my keys in the lock I could hear “Suavemente” playing through the front door, and I opened it to find mom in the kitchen doorway swinging her hips from side to side with her hands outstretched toward me, beckoning me to dance with her. I can’t imagine what I looked like when I stepped into the house, but when I dropped my backpack on the floor she lowered the volume and looked at me with a look of worry.

“Baby, are you okay?” She asked, clearly surprised at the state I must have been in.

“I’m okay, just a long day today.” I said, unable to work up the courage to look into her loving eyes.

She took my head in both arms and held me while gently swaying her hips to the music.

“Will dancing with mama help?” She said playfully, but calculated, as if she were ready to comfort me in any other way.

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"Honey, are you awake?"

I furrowed my brow and cracked my tired eyes open to see an angel in a bathrobe.

"Yeah, I'm up." I said as my brain was still struggling to turn on.

"You already missed the bus sweetheart."

The beautiful voice that roused me from my sleep was now accompanied with a soft stroking along my forehead. She had no idea that was going to put me back to sleep.

"I'm sorry, I'll catch the next one." I yawned.

I rubbed my eyes and rolled over to face my mom. Barely 34 and yet she could easily pass for some lucky bastard's young trophy wife. I struggled to find someplace safe to place my eyes with her immaculate form sitting on the edge of my bed, next to my pillow. My groggy vision met her piercing emerald gaze, and seeing her beautiful eyes look lovingly into mine was stronger than any coffee in the world. She smiled her motherly smile at me and I couldn't help but squirm in my own pajamas while she tortured me with her love.

"I'm up already." I said, clearly embarrassed at having such a gorgeous creature dote on me unprepared.

"I know honey. You know there'll come a day where I won't be able to see my baby wake up like this." She pouted her lip comically as she said this.

My heart writhed in my chest at hearing her say this, and I couldn't help but bury my face in my pillow hoping she'd leave already. Though I knew every part of me wished she'd stay. My bedroom was beginning to fill with her aroma, and the pheromones of a goddess were starting to have their effect. I couldn't risk getting out of bed now otherwise she'd get a full frontal view of what I really think of her. Thankfully the rocking of my mattress and the creaking of the floor disclosed her departure. I turned my head and watched her wide, plump ass move from side to side as she tiptoed out of my room. God, what I wouldn't do to just bury my face in there.

"You've got ten minutes before you're late." She said as she pivoted, nearly catching me drinking in eye-fulls of her backside.

I groaned into my pillow.

"I'm leaving now!" I said toward the rest of the house as I stood beside the front door.

"Wait Havvie, I was gonna drive you. You're not going to make the next bus." Mom said, appearing in the kitchen.

"It's not really a big deal if I'm late; my first class is English, and my grade won't be affected if I'm tardy by a few minutes."

"It's still not good to be late. You need to get in the habit of being punctual, and not just for school." Mom was still in her bathrobe when she grabbed the keys.

"You don't need to get dressed?" I said, slightly worried at her slight state of undress.

"I'm not going anywhere, and I'm just dropping you off. Now let's go already!" She said, shooing me into the garage.

Despite my protests, mom seemed determined to get me to school on time while wearing only a small robe. If anyone at school saw me with her, I knew I would never hear the end of it. "Milf-mom, milf-mom!" I dreaded hearing those words. I looked out the window as we drove to school, as watching mom jiggle in her bathrobe with every speed bump and press of the brake filled me with anxiety. It wasn't long before my school came into view and the sea of students all groggily marching to class gave me the hope that no one would see my mom. Hiding in plain sight in a way.

"Okay, thanks mom!" I said hurriedly as I stepped out of the car.

I didn't make it ten steps before my stomach plummeted.

"Havvie, your backpack!"

My head swiveled and I had to watch my mom in her bathrobe, step around the front of the car with my backpack in hand. I lunged toward her and grabbed the bag out of her hand and thanked her. I swear I could see several of the other students and dads look at mom, but I tried to erase those images from my memory bank. As I turned back toward the school I saw my friends. All with their gazes pointed past me and likely aimed at the sex-goddess behind me. I swallowed hard and looked at the ground.

"Sup Javier, was that your mom?" I heard Theo ask.

"Uh yeah."

That was all I could manage before my brain had shut down out of embarrassment. Thankfully I could hear their footsteps alongside mine and I knew they were at least done ogling my mom for now.

School that morning was as boring as it ever was, and day dreams of girls and parties befuddled me. It was Eric's birthday this weekend and there were rumors circulating of there being alcohol. I knew my friends and I weren't exactly the cream of the crop when compared to the rest of the guys at our school, but the hope that all of us being more likely to get in by sheer number was still alive. I might be a total loser, but if me, Theo, Ivan, Austin, and Jean came as a group, us pulling up to a party might just hype things up! At least that was the hope.

"Hey Javier."

My mind instantly snapped back into reality at hearing that voice.

"Uh hey Laura." I was practically choking on my own saliva as she walked past me to class.

Laura was the most gorgeous girl in the entire school by a country mile. She was way more filled out than most of the other girls and she looked like a supermodel. I would bet both kidneys that mom looked like that at her age. Unfortunately she was dating Eric, and my chances with her were slim. She laughed at all my jokes, and we shared at least one class together this year, and most important of all: she knew my name. She was the number one reason I wanted to go to Eric's party in the first place instead of staying home and playing video games for the thousandth weekend in a row, but I had no chance with her at all if I didn't get to talk to her more than the length of our biology class. The lunch bell ringing marked the beginning of my window to plan with the boys.

"So have any of you been able to get a hold of some alcohol?" I asked, panning my eyes along each of them to see some gleam of success on their faces.

"Nah, my brother chickened out since he saw our pastor in the liquor store. I haven't been able to convince him to go since." Ivan looked dejectedly at the ground when he broke the news.

"Alright, what about the rest of you?"

"Well we might still be able to try that one store near my place. They might card us but if we flash a little extra I think he might look the other way." Jean's hope was my hope now, and I knew that was likely our best bet at this point.

"Why are we even trying to get booze in the first place? It's not like we even know if we're gonna be let in. Eric's got his own alcohol." Theo's frankness alarmed me and I spoke quickly to dissuade the others from sharing his view.

"C'mon man, if we bring beers, and there's all of us at once, there's no way he can turn us down at the door! There'll be like five of us and several cases of beer being cut out of the party if he doesn't let us in, and if anyone saw him turn all this shit away, they'll think he was crazy!" I tried my best to hype them up with my mockup of events, but to little effect.

The boys and I were quiet for a few moments before I broke the silence.

"Plus, if we can still get some beers we can still have our own party, you know? Fuck it, we can just drink and hang out or some shit." Upon saying this, a few of them looked up at me and nodded their heads.

At least a few of us were determined with the first half of the plan, and that was enough for now. The rest of the school day was just as uneventful as the first half, and when the final bell rang I was quick to leave and catch the bus home.

"Hey Javier, wait up!" I heard Austin say behind me.

There were the homies, all walking toward me with looks of determination on their faces.

"You wanna go to that shitty place near my house to see if they'll sell us some beers?" Jean asked, his pace quickening.

"Yeah of course, but aren't your parents home right now? How are you gonna hide it if we buy them now?" I asked, ready for him to reveal another part of our master plan I hadn't yet known.

"Well if we're quick I can get home with the beers before my dad comes home from work! You guys help me run all the shit home and stash it in my fridge in the garage and no one will know!"

Jean's idea was genius. The sooner we get the beers the sooner we can circulate the rumor that we got ahold of some alcohol too, which is likely to reach Eric's friends, which is likely to reach Eric, which is likely to reach Laura! She'll think I was way cooler than she initially thought if we're able to pull this off, and the chances that we get into that party increases. But we had to bring home the beer.

Somehow the boys and I were able to grab several 12-packs of whatever and get out. The creepy old guy behind the counter eyed us in a way that made my skin crawl, but Austin dropping an extra 20 on the counter made Swamp Thing look the other way. We must have looked like idiots. A pack of teenagers with cases of beer in our arms, sprinting home. Anyone would've thought we stole the damn things with how we ran.

"Shit shit shit!" Jean ducked behind a neighbors car, and the rest of us did the same.

"That's my dad's car in the driveway! Fuck, he didn't tell me he'd be home early." I could tell from his voice that real, genuine fear was eclipsing him.

I had to think fast.

"Well, why don't we take this stuff to my place? We're not that far, and I don't think my mom will mind." I offered, to the relief of the group.

We then began our way to my house when one of them piped up.

"Hey Javier, if your mom is cool with the beer, why didn't we take this stuff to your house in the first place?" Theo said, to my shock.

"Oh uh, well my house is kind of far."

I knew this was a weak excuse but it was all I could think of on the spot. The real reason was that I was uncomfortable with having guys over at my house because of mom. They'd have to be blind, deaf, and a eunuch before I could trust them around her. Not that she was promiscuous, no, she was practically a nun after dad left. Barely having a boyfriend here and there I think it was mostly because men couldn't contain themselves around her, and she had little patience for animals with a singular desire. To breed. To mate with her. To have my mom on all fours, panting like a bitch in heat. I blinked hard.

"And I didn't want the beers to be warm when we reached my house, but since we don't exactly have a choice..." I remarked as I shook my darker thoughts out of my mind.

"Oh alright. Hey, I don't think we ever met your mom before have we?" Jean said.

"Yeah, I don't bring much company over to be honest. My mom can be kind of annoying." I said, with a half-hearted chuckle that betrayed my growing anxiousness.

My friends were waiting on my front lawn with the boxes of beer when I went inside to check where mom was. She was in her yoga shorts, drinking a smoothie when I walked into the kitchen. Her long, wavy, brown hair was in a ponytail that went down her back. Her skin was glistening and spots of sweat on her chest and arm pits told me she likely just finished an intense workout.

"Uh, hey mom? Is it alright if I kept some beers in the fridge?" I asked meekly, somewhat afraid of her answer.

She looked at me without removing the glass from her mouth and I looked at her as she placed it on the counter in silence. I watched her tongue lick the white smoothie from her pink lips before she kissed them together to make sure her chapstick was still even.

"Are your friends waiting outside with the beer?" My mom asked flatly, her eyes piercing through mine as if she could read my mind.

I couldn't help but grin in one corner of my mouth at the ridiculousness of the situation, and to my relief she smiled as well.

"Uh yeah." I said, as she followed me toward the front door.

"Come on in boys, don't spill any on my carpet." She said with her hands on her hips as my friends carried the cases into the kitchen.

"Thanks for uh letting us keep this stuff here Mrs. Rico." Said one of the guys as they sort of stood next to one another in the living room.

I could instantly tell they were trying their hardest not to ogle my mom despite every one of their male senses demanding it. Each of them introduced themselves to her and were more than willing to take that moment to look her in the eye and drink in her alluring face. When mom greeted one of the boys, I noticed the others were quick to run their hungry eyes along her body, up and down and back up again and back down. They were committing mom's body to memory for later, for when they'd be alone with her still fresh in their mind. Mom's outfit didn't help either with only a sports bra and yoga shorts covering her lightly-tanned body. Her hips were almost as wide as some of the guys' shoulders and her meaty ass and thighs looked just as likely to kill than to pleasure considering how meek and gangly us teenagers looked in comparison to mom. She was gorgeous and she knew it, but she didn't know all of us were staring at the sweat patch that was at the bottom of her shorts.

"So what kind of beers did you boys bring me?" Mom asked sarcastically as she stepped into the kitchen.

I could see from where I was standing all of the guys' heads pointed down at mom's plump, heart-shaped ass barely contained in her form-fitting shorts. The sweat spot that formed right where her cheeks meet practically guided their eyes down and told them where her asshole was with the way the stain was shaped. Her buttocks were practically begging to be licked, bitten, slobbered, and lapped up and it likely would have been had I left them alone with her. I had to watch as mom bent over to make room in the fridge for all the beer we brought, much to their delight.

"I'll make room for your guys' contraband, make yourself at home." She said while smiling, waving us away.

I walked into the crowded kitchen to find six guys all standing around the counter, watching mom bend over to pull the cake out. Her ass cheeks spread open when she bent over however, which released the fabric of the dress to their disappointment. I saw Chris look over at the cup mom kept on the counter that had pens and pencils, and pulled out a small roll of tape. He had a wicked grin on his face as he unfurled a small piece. I watched as another boy pulled mom's dress up over her ass again, only this time he held it up and Chris ran his hand along mom's lower back. Mom nearly leapt up in surprise when she was handling the hot tray, but he played it off as if he were trying to ask if she wanted his help.

To my delight I could tell she was growing increasingly impatient with the constant advances being made by numerous hormonal guys and the overcrowded kitchen and she made them leave.

"Hey mom." I said as I entered the now empty kitchen.

"Hi honey. Are you having fun?" She asked while adjusting her hair.

"Yeah." I said meekly, looking at the unfrosted chocolate cake.

"Your cake is almost ready baby. Just need to let it cool before adding the finishing touches." She said, leading me back out to the living room.

Mom stumbled and caught herself with her hand on the doorway.

"Clumsy me, I had a beer and that must've done it." She whispered to me with a mischievous little smile on her beautiful face.

I don't know how I looked but when mom looked at me after saying that, she frowned cutely.

"Oh don't worry sweetie, let's go have some fun." She looked so gorgeous when she said that it took me off guard.

I had completely forgotten to take that moment to enact my plan to protect her. Mom was slipping through my fingers and I watched her plump ass and legs as she walked toward the living room with her dress still stuck open from the back.

"Hey Ms. B, you got some movies under there?" Asked one of the boys, pointing toward the neat pile of discs under the TV.

Only mom never piled the discs under the TV like that. They must have moved them closer to the ground to make her bend over again, and upon realizing this, something lurched in my chest.

"You boys wanna watch a movie? Which one? We've got..." Mom tip-toed toward the stack of cases, squatting on the carpet with her dress still stuck.

Dylan was seated on the ground closest to her and after grinning to the other guys, pushed his phone underneath mom's feet and took a picture. I could see even from where I was standing, the picture he was showing off to the others. It was mom's asshole. Only it was so close up it covered the entire phone screen, you could make out every ridge and wrinkle on her winking, reddened butthole. Mom piped up with a movie suggestion which the group off-handedly dismissed, and more boys were entering the living room from other parts of our house. Mom ran out of movie suggestions and was now standing up, bent at the waist, looking through the cabinet for more. Everyone now could see that the heart-shaped hole perfectly framed her asshole when she bent over.

I swallowed hard but my mouth was dry, and my sweat felt freezing cold at the sight of this. I knew where everyone was looking, I knew what everyone was thinking. My mother was in danger and I had to get her out NOW.

"Um, mom?" I asked timidly, to the visible anger of everyone else in the room that was enjoying the view.

"Yes sweetie." Mom replied as she stood up, seemingly too fast as she grabbed onto the TV to steady herself.

Her face was now completely flushed red and her eyes were only half-open. She looked incredibly sultry like this but my heart knew there was no time to ponder.

"Is it alright if you go and get us some more drinks from the grocery store?" I said this as bravely as I could, despite the ugly looks the guys were shooting me as soon as I had said it.

"Of course honey, let me just get a glass of water. Can you go fetch my keys? They're in my room." Mom's eyes were closed and she held her hand to her face when she said this.

I knew something was wrong and there was almost no time left. I hurried to her room and grabbed her keys. It was then that I heard a glass shatter on the kitchen floor. I bolted toward the noise only to find mom limp in Ray and some other guy's arms.

"Mom? Mom!?" I raised my voice as I stepped closer to her.

"I'm okay honey, I just need to lie down for a bit." My mom didn't open her eyes and she was breathing heavily.

I watch her constantly run her hands up and down her dress as the boys sat her down on the couch. She seemed fidgety and her eyes looked so smokey and sexy with them glassy and half-open. The boys were crowded around her now like wolves as mom looked like she was now reacting to whatever someone put in her drink. She looked like she was sweating despite it being a comfortable temperature in our house, and one of the bigger boys, almost as large as Thomas, walked up to me.

"Hey why don't you go to the store and get your mom some aspirin." He said in his surprisingly deep voice.

"I'm fine, I just need to sit down." Mom said as her breathing increased.

She opened her eyes wider and looked around the room at each of the boys, and then at me. Her pupils were almost completely dilated and she was idly running her hands along her body, almost taken aback by the sensations she was feeling in her fingertips. One of the boys turned the TV to a random channel and another put the music back on, cutting through the tension that was building in the room, to my relief. The large boy whose name I didn't know looked at her and then back at me.

"You should really get out of here kid, you're not gonna wanna be here when this goes down." He said in a volume I could hear over the noise but one my mom couldn't.

"You have to help me. They're going to hurt her." I said in a whisper.

"Yeah, I know. We’re gonna rape her. I'm sayin' you don't wanna be here when it happens."

It felt as if there were a boulder in my chest that just dropped into my stomach when I heard him say those words. I nearly began to hyperventilate when he stepped away from me and back toward mom. Thomas was closest with his arm around the back where mom was seated. He was always big for his age and it disturbed me seeing how he was bigger than mom. I had no choice but to stay by her side despite what that guy said, and I had to make sure they wouldn't at least hurt her, or worse.

Everyone seemed to be waiting for something, but anyone would've thought it was the cake. I knew it was something far worse, and after overhearing the disturbingly forward questions Thomas was asking mom, my fears were confirmed. He was relentless with his attempts at hitting on her, asking her if she'd date a guy his age, if she had any boyfriends recently, if she wanted a man in the house. Mom vehemently denied all of his advances while she impatiently fidgeted in her dress, sweat now visible on her skin.

"I think the cake is ready now..." Mom said as she tried to get up from the couch.

Thomas grabbed her by the wrist and pulled her back down but mom didn't react the way I thought she would. She feebly grabbed at his hand trying to pry it open, giggling and telling him to stop. This got the attention of the other boys and a few of them now were watching the two of them play with each other on the couch. Then she snapped at him.

"I said stop!" Mom's voice was surprisingly loud compared to everything that was going on, and Thomas let go of her arm.

He hungrily eyed her ass and thighs as she got up and marched toward the kitchen, her dress still stuck open only now we could see that her ass cheeks swallowed the black triangle of her panties and was essentially a g-string now. I could see that mom was impatiently rummaging through the cupboards for frosting and candles when Ray entered the kitchen. I could hear him ask her if she needed help but I couldn't make anything else out. After a couple of the guys got up and went into the kitchen without returning, I got up to look.

Mom was sucking the frosting off of Ray's finger as he was sucking on hers. Her eyes were closed and she looked like she was dreaming as she rocked her head back slowly, her eyes closed and her lips still sealed around his finger. I was surprised suddenly when Thomas barged past me and entered the kitchen while this was going on. He lined himself up behind her and dipped his finger right into the cup of frosting before holding it right up to her mouth. When mom slowly opened her eyes after sucking Ray's finger clean, she looked down and saw another fat finger covered in frosting for her and she bobbed her head down and went to work. Thomas groaned in response and bucked his hips against mom's ass until she was pinned against the side of the counter. He took his fat mitt of a hand and roughly worked it into her dress through the arm hole. To my horror, mom didn't recoil when he began to maul her breast in his hand, deforming the shape under the dress as he  squeezed and tugged on the tit flesh. She simply moaned on his finger that was now wet with her saliva and pulled her head up to pant as he pressed himself against her ass, pinning her against the counter harder and harder.

"Mom?" I said timidly.

"Oh baby." Mom said with her eyes closed and her head lulled back, as one of the boys reached forward and dug through the side of her top to get a heaping handful of her milky tit.

I didn't think she heard me and the last ember of hope I had of protecting mom faded when Thomas took the finger that mom licked clean and stuck it below the counter where I couldn't see. Mom squealed at whatever he had done however as Thomas began to pump his arm in and out as she stuck her tongue all the way out and panted. Thomas held his mouth to her ear.

“I told you I was gonna fuck you, bitch.”

Thomas pulled his finger up and smelled it before sticking that same hand down his shorts and worked his cock. I watched as he stepped aside as another boy who I never spoke to quickly licked his finger and went to work on mom's exposed asshole. What disturbed me the most however was watching one of the boys take the cup of frosting and lowered it toward his crotch. When he pulled the cup away I saw he was clutching something that was completely coated in the frosting and he stood up off of the stool and shuffled toward mom.

"Hey Ms. B. You missed one."

Mom was getting her asshole finger banged by two of the boys at once now when she barely opened her eyes to look at what the third boy was clutching. She lowered her face toward the boy's frosting-covered member and she licked it. It sent shivers down his spine and he held it up closer to her reddened face. Mom went to work unknowingly cleaning this guy's cock as she was now fully bent over. Thomas who had been content with molesting mom's butthole alongside another now greedily shoved him away. I watched him tug something out of his shorts as he lined himself up with mom's backside. The boy whose cock was being cleaned by mom neatly gathered her hair up into his hand and held it like a leash as mom worked her lips around the top of his shaft. She suddenly moaned with his cock in her mouth when Thomas gave a hard thrust into mom's ass, as if to announce to her he was gonna start fucking her again.

"Mom!" I said, this time louder before Thomas began to pick up the pace inside mom's unprotected hole.

Mom let the cock from her mouth drop as she grabbed the edge of the countertop to look up at me with glazed, dreamy eyes.

I watched with sick fascination at the expression on mom's beautiful face. It was alluring beyond words: her mouth agape, her glazed eyes rolled into her head, her long, perfect hair wrapped brutishly around Thomas' fat fist. Her entire body looked like it was in pain, being forced to accept the swollen, red cock again and again as her feet were pointed up with toes curled. The drugs were only starting to kick in as Thomas' relentless thrusts no longer elicited painful screams but instead coerced whorish moans and sounds I had never thought mom capable of. I wish I had heard such beautiful noises escape from her before this, but the moment hadn't soured this sexual discovery at all. Thomas' impatient thrusts were compelling her to become the goddess I always saw her as and her body was more than willing to oblige in that moment. Mom's entire body, contorted in beautiful pain as the hulking beast forced himself inside her over and over.

I was completely enthralled by the sight of mom being used for what she was made for, being bred like the sexual animal these savages were reducing her to. It was like time was standing still again, like in that moment earlier today in which I lost myself in mom's warm embrace. I was lost again now, watching someone else writhe and worm themselves into her warm depths. He continued to buck against mom's prodigious ass cheeks until a low, raspy moan escaped from his teeth and his eyes rolled back into his head, hips pressed as forcefully against mom's submissive body as possible. Mom responded to the new emerging sensation in her anus with her own exasperated squeaks, choked short as Thomas' grip around her hair tightened, pulling her head painfully back. He quickly pulled his rigid, red cock out from the heart-shaped hole and I could see it twitch. Mom's anus was winking but was still agape in the size and shape of Thomas' circumference behind the now deformed heart-shaped hole in her panties, before another one of the boys' cocks replaced his inside mom's gaped butthole.

I had lost myself in that moment, and I don't know how long I was standing there, on the cold, smooth concrete of our backyard. Every one of the boys filming themselves on top of, below, and inside of my beautiful, drugged mother seemed a blur in this state. My mind came to when the sound of mom's throaty moans reached my ears and I saw two of the boys holding her up with her legs up as the jet from the pool was bringing her to unimaginable heights of pleasure. She was grunting like she was getting fucked to death and after a few moments I saw her hips buck against the jet and spasm before the boys hoisted her out of the water. They pawed at her pussy lips to see how red and swollen they had gotten. A few of them took that moment to take more pictures of her before Chris's mouth latched onto mom's velvety, red orifice and released with a pop and a grunt from her in response.

"All clean again." He said, roughly rubbing her engorged clitoris with his thumb. Her pink butthole winked when he did this.

Mom stopped moving after they pulled her out of the pool however, and after pulling one of her eye lids open to observe her glossy eye lolling around her head, they determined that the sleeping pills took over.

"You think she'll remember any of this?" Dylan asked.

"Nah, dumb bitch'll probably think it was a wet dream or something." Ray said this so matter-of-factly it made me think that he had done this before, with some other poor woman. Perhaps some other beautiful, unfortunate mother.

"C'mon, let's drag her to the bedroom and make more videos." Said Thomas, hoisting my unconscious mother up by her hair once again.

They didn't even react to me standing there when they walked around me, carrying my mother into the house for more orgiastic pleasures at her expense. I quietly followed them, stepping over their discarded clothing as the procession of mom's sleeping body continued into her bedroom. I sat with my knees to my face beside her door and listened to the creaking of the bed frame as multiple boys climbed into bed with mom and began to work their various cocks into her warm, inviting entrances. Some of the boys played with the lights now as the sun was setting and I assume they wanted good lighting for the porn videos they were making with her.

Hours of wet, rhythmic slapping, bed creaking, and boyish grunting assaulted my ears as they presumably stopped taking turns at some point and were now feverishly feasting upon mother's immaculate body like starving animals. Every now and again I would lethargically turn my head into mom's room from the doorway to see a new boy on top of her, breeding a new hole from a new position with their head thrown back, taking in the forbidden pleasures and textures of the warm crevice of mom they chose to defile. Thomas in particular seemed to take the most pleasure in violating her, as he would slowly churn mom's hole with his cock, moving his hips up and down in a slow, circular motion just like he had done moments before being welcomed into our home.

Kyle was holding his phone up with both hands and his red, worn-out cock stood at attention as he panned closer into mom's spread cheeks to get a better shot of Thomas' circumference working mom's hole open. Thomas continued to slowly churn his hips, savoring the warm, wet sensations of her greedy orifice until he slowly unsheathed his fat, swollen root that now glistened and twitched in the cool air. Globs of translucent cum continued to spurt out with every twitch of his veiny, red cock and I couldn't imagine the ropes he squirted up inside her with it.

My beautiful, perfect mom who was now getting her face fucked by Ray as he greedily thrusted into her mouth as if it were her pussy, her luxurious hair gathered into his fist as he used it as a handle to better fuck her throat with. The moist, squelching sounds of Ray's cock violating mom's throat filled the room as another boy replaced Thomas in between her legs and quickly went to work defiling her hole of their choice.

It was then I heard choking and coughing coming from Ray’s side as I could see now that his cock was completely drenched and coated in the transparent slime from the back of mom's throat, its swollen purple tip still pointing at her face. The hair on the back of my neck stood up when it seemed mom was coming to, and Ray held her face up to his and looked into her vacant eyes.

"Looks like sleeping beauty is waking up after true love's kiss!" He slapped her plump, wet lips with his veiny shaft as she proceeded to retch a surprising amount of cum down her face and onto the bed.

"Oh false alarm, looks like this bitch is still fucked up from all the pills I gave her. Oh shit!" Ray began laughing as he said this.

Hot tears began to stream down my cold face when I thought about the possibility that my poor mom might have overdosed from the pills he slipped in her, and my face contorted in emotional pain as I pressed my head against my knees. I thought about how I'll be able to protect her from the aftermath this time and the terrifying possibility that something horrible might happen to my mom. I thought about her warm smile, the loving gaze she would always give me, her hypnotic voice when she told me how much she loved me. I wanted it back, I wanted to be alone again with her. From before I let these animals into my home. From before I let these animals into my mom.

I reminisced about how gorgeous mom looked in her summer dress last year, and how it was slightly transparent in direct light. I remember how she twirled in the sunlight coming through the living room window while laughing at the stunned look on my face. She must have known I was in love with her, for there was nothing else written across my expression in that moment. I remembered her skin against mine when she hugged me, the sound of her heartbeat, the smell of her shampoo, her breath against my shoulder. I remember looking up at her face and gazing into her eyes and how they were only just barely open that I could see the knowing twinkle in her sultry, blue soul. My heart tugged in a million different directions when she looked at me and I couldn't possibly match her gaze. I remember feeling her smile against my forehead before she roused my face to hers and kissed me longer than I ever remembered. I could never forget the feeling of her soft, warm lips against mine, the smell of her skin, the sound of our lips parting. None of these were things a boy should remember about his own mother, but when she said so softly, "I love you so much Will... You're such a wonderful boy... I'm so proud of you." She slowly rocked me from side to side when she held me and I knew I found heaven right here in our home.

I woke myself from my daydreaming with the sound of my own sobs and my eyes quickly darted around me in a haze. I don't know if I was awake or asleep the entire time I thought about her, but when I went to look for mom, Chris was panting like an animal on top of her, holding her neck down with one hand and her ass open with the other as he was fully pressed up against her lower body. Mom's eyes were slightly parted and her glazed look lazily drifted around the room as he rocked her body. Chris roared his climax inside mom, and he brutishly tugged her head back by her hair and held it there as filled her with his seed. The sight of mom's vacant expression was replaced however, by Dylan's buttocks as he took this opportunity to fuck her face. That beautiful face that used to kiss me good night, that face that bewitched me so many times before. That face that was now being used as a fleshlight for Dylan's gnarled, swollen meat as he worked himself down her throat, her plump lips parted around his circumference and damp, squelching noises escaping her mouth as he found his preferred rhythm.

It didn't take long for him to reach an orgasm using mom's heavenly throat and when he pulled his cock out of her mouth, frothy, transparent fluids joined from his twitching root to her mouth and lips before he let her head limply fall over the edge of the mattress. Another one of the boys made themselves busy humping away at one of mom's holes when I crawled towards mom's head. I gently held her head up with my hands as her whole body rhythmically shook according to Thomas' ravenous thrusts and I looked into her listless eyes. She looked right through me and I could only find emptiness where there used to be a playful and smoldering love. I held my ear to her lips and listened to her breathing. I felt my stomach drop when I could make out a soft and breathy sighing escape her with every pump from Thomas' weight against her. Even unconscious, he was making her feel pleasures I never could, and her body was responding. I knew then that no matter what happened from then on, that at its core, my mother's body was enjoying the breeding session Thomas gave her and he was more than happy to oblige. Their flesh was one, my mother being bound to this horrible pig in an unholy joining of carnal lust, and he was better than anyone at pleasuring her, whether anyone knew it or not. My mother was being claimed by this boy and my heart sunk as I looked into her dazed face.

The soft, breathy sighs escaping her mouth with each of Thomas' pumps were growing louder and more deliberate as the breeding intensified and I realized mom was coming to again. I sat there on the floor at the foot of mom's bed, as he leaned forward and was now laying on top of her with his face next to hers, silent as I watched some semblance of life slowly begin to return to mom's face. Thomas' thrusts were now short and upward inside her as his face was pressed against mom's neck, with a couple of the boys filming her from the other end of the bed. I can't imagine how delicious it must have looked to see mom's wet, pink hole being churned by Thomas' fat, swollen meat. Mom's face began to somewhat awaken and her brow furrowed in what looked to be pain and her lips were parted with her teeth barred. Mom started meeting his rhythmic pumps with her own hips, pushing up against his shaft and panting like a bitch in heat.

"Oh fuck, oh yeah fuck just like that... Fuck." Grunted Thomas as he lifted his red face up from mom's shoulder, eyes closed.

Mom's face was turning red as well to my horror and whorish grunts and squeals were coming from her now as sloppy, wet squelches were reaching my ears from the other end of the bed. Some of the boys were now eagerly working their cocks with their cameras in hand, still filming whatever was going on from that angle and mom's eyes were slightly parted to reveal that they were almost completely rolled up into her head. Mom was being bred like an animal. Thomas was breeding mom. He was breeding her. This is what it looks like when mom was being pumped full of cock properly and I couldn't look away from her gorgeous face now contorted in incorrigible lust as the oafish boy on top of her was feverishly filling her with his swollen, red meat.

The "plap plap plap" sound of mom's hole being violated was overshadowed by the choked screaming from mom and the labored panting from Thomas. They were going to share an orgasm together and the blood pumping to my brain felt freezing cold. He was going to make her cum. She was going to cum on his cock. He was raping her with his gnarled, red root and she was going to squirt and cream on it like a used up whore. I couldn't believe that this was my mom. My beautiful mom who woke up early to make me breakfast, who kissed me goodnight, who washed my clothes, who held me and told me so sweetly how much she loved me. She was pleasuring Thomas' ugly, veiny cock and he was seconds from filling her with more hot, thick ropes of his stinking seed.

"Ahh! Ah! Ah--" Mom's gasps for air were cut short as Thomas clenched his ass cheeks, pressing his crotch as far up her ass as humanly possible.

I didn't even know which hole he was violating at this point and I just stood there as the two of them lied still for a few moments before collapsing and writhing against the warm wetness of one another's bodies. He claimed her. My mom belongs to him now, whether she knew it or not. Thomas made my mom his breeding whore and it was disturbingly similar to an alpha claiming his new bitch in the wild.

Each of their cocks at this point were bright red and soaking wet. Mom's supple entrances that were once pink and pristine were now red, raw, gaped, and completely coated in cum. Mom's beautiful butthole in particular was subject to most of the abuse and winked closed only to relax back open almost tantalizingly inviting another phallus to violate it. Even unconscious, mom was seducing my friends and I had to film Ray climbing back on top of mom as he guided his cock up her legs. Her labia strained and wrapped around his cock and I could see that even now, mom was still deliciously tight despite all the abuse my "friends" put her through. The image of Ray's flexing, thrusting butt cheeks on top of mom's perfect, round ass meat as his raw, red cock was disappearing up inside mom was being burned into my mind. With every thrust more cum gushed out of mom's pussy and I couldn't believe the amount.

My heart beat like a drum when I thought that these dick heads might have gotten my beautiful mother pregnant with this act. Not one of love or intimacy, but of dominance and animalistic lust. My mother deserved better, and seeing her limp, unconscious body be subjected to their insatiable hunger finally brought me to tears. Up until now I had only felt numb but seeing my beautiful mother's smiling face now wet from sweat and saliva with strands of her hair stuck to it pushed me over the edge.

It was at that moment one of the guys saw me begin to cry and they all started to laugh at me. Everyone except Ray who was now racing to an orgasm courtesy of mom's supple, pink pussy lips. He moaned so loud I was afraid the neighbors might hear. It was like he was showing off, and when he pulled his cock out of her more cum than I expected poured out of my poor mom. I love her more than anything, and seeing her like that threw me into a frenzy and I leapt forward and flung my arms over my mother, covering her holes with my hands.

"Please, no more!" I feebly begged, feeling mom's butthole and pussy twitch and relax in the palms of my hands. They grabbed my arms and roughly pulled me off of her.

"Aw, the little mama's boy wants to protect his breeding bitch mommy!" Thomas chided and everyone chuckled. Dylan pulled up his phone and took a picture of me. I could do nothing but stare at the ground.

 Kyle climbed onto the bed and brushed mom's hair to one side with his hand. A gesture that would seem merciful if not for his red, raw, erect cock that he'd been using for the past few hours to utterly defile her.

"Christ Will, your mom really is gorgeous. Do you think we should keep fucking her until she wakes up and really break her in?" He said this without looking away from her sleeping face.

I didn't answer but more tears silently streaming down my face was answer enough.

"Yeah man, she's real sexy. We could make her our slave with all this shit we got her doing with us." Said Ray as he was scrolling through his phone, sometimes pausing to grin wide and swiping again.

I knew he intended to blackmail me but it hadn't occurred to me that they could blackmail her as well using all of the humiliating photos and videos they took with her. Thoughts raced through my mind of what I could do to protect her, like maybe calling the cops or something. But just then the darker thoughts made their way in and picturing mom being used as breeding cattle for boys as young as her son made me sick and my cock twitch. They'd likely make her wear slutty lingerie and force her to humiliate herself in front of others or in front of me. I couldn't bear the thought of my kind, intelligent, wonderful mother being reduced to a sex slave for these animals.

My brooding was interrupted when I looked up and saw Kyle now making out with my unconscious mother and Thomas lining his cock up with one of her holes. Kyle took mom's beautifully manicured hand and wrapped it around his crooked, red dick and pumped it feverishly as he continued to feast on her mouth and tongue. He moaned as if he were in love and continued to pump his cock with mom's delicate hand as Thomas began to pick up speed on top of her, churning his hole of choice and likely stretching my poor mom to her limit. Watching the flesh of her ass and thighs ripple beneath the impatient thrusting of the sweaty brute sent more unwanted signals to my cock and when the strained grunting from Thomas as he erupted into another orgasm atop mom reached my ears, something in my brain snapped like a twig.

I realized that despite what my mind and heart thinks, my body agreed with them. As much as seeing as my angelic mother being used as breeding stock for these young bucks revolted me, my cock delighted in finally seeing mom being properly used for her intended purpose. This woman who loved and protected me my entire life was almost too kind and beautiful for her own good, and now nature had taken over and the strong, dominant, young men had gotten their hands on her and were never going to let go. My body knew this truth despite how much it pained my heart, and I had no choice but to witness the horrible beauty of animals doing what animals do. My mother belonged to them now whether she knew it or not, but the darkest parts of my mind were now enlightened.

I don't know how much time had passed, standing in mom's bedroom like a statue as boy after boy took their turns with her. Each one more savage and violent than the last, each bringing themselves indescribable bliss using my mother's holes for the purpose nature intended. When Dylan's raw, red cock finally unsheathed from mom's gaped, twitching butthole, young, virile cum flowed out of its reddish pink entrance and pooled into the crevice of her adjoined thighs. The boys dressed themselves, taking their final mementos with various parts of mom's body before dishing their expected threats of violence to me. They didn't need to, as there was nothing they needed to say for me to protect her. Despite all that they did to her, my heart still beat for her and I still had her. They hadn't taken her from me just yet and I stood their in silence as they trodded out of our home, looting mom's panty drawer as they left.

Wearily, I took mom's beautiful, naked body into my arms and tried to carry her to the bathroom. She was wet with sweat and saliva and heavier than I had expected. I knew it'd be easier to just drag her into the tub like a piece of meat, but my heart could never let go of the sentiment I had for her and I struggled to carry the bountiful woman into the shower. I was still clothed when I ran the warm water over us, carefully and thoroughly lathering her flawless form with her fragrant soaps and oils she uses to the best of my ignorant ability. She was pure again.

I carried mom now into her clean bed, after debating whether or not to burn the sheets. I watched her as she lay there, still as a marble statue of perfection. Only her chest rising and falling peacefully as quiet, contented sighs left her in her slumber. Mom never questioned what happened after she fell asleep or why she was wearing different clothes when she awoke, nor did she ask me about the smells that still lingered in her room. To tell her what happened felt as though I would implicate myself in what they did to her. The countless hours of churning and pumping they did to her entrances, the ropes of seed they filled her with, the textures and pleasures they experienced inside her butthole and pussy, the delicious, forbidden flavors of her body now known to the voracious boys who invaded her in her sleep. She couldn't know any of it, and I knew I had to protect her from it, knowledge and all.

She simply attributed her soreness to her exercise and her missing underwear to her forgetfulness and our life went on. School had become tormenting however as my "friends" had all gorged themselves on the flavors of my mother's heavenly body, and weren't about to be satiated with just the single, barbaric experience. My birthday was coming up and I don't know how I could devise an excuse to my mother as to why I was no longer interested in inviting them over. Not after what had happened, not after what they did to her.

But my mother knows me better than I do and could practically read my heart, if not my mind were I to tell her I suddenly no longer wanted a party. The torturous weekdays followed each other mechanically and my dark thoughts hung over me like a pall. Each day mother seemed to be more beautiful than the last, and I can safely say that somewhere in that hazy week, I truly fell in love with her. Before the final school day of that week I held her long and tight.

"What's the matter sweetheart?" She said, her worried voice that was like a wedding bell to my ears.

"Nothing's wrong mom, I just love you is all." I said, not opening my eyes.

She brushed my hair from my face gently and planted a big, wet kiss on my forehead. Her lips lingering for the briefest of moment as I felt the breath from her nose caress my skin. I wanted to kiss her back, I wanted to hold her and never let go, never let this moment pass by and for us to be frozen in time like this forever. Then the spell was broken.

"Are you excited for your birthday tomorrow sweetie?"

I released her and looked at her. Her big beautiful blue eyes that always seem to capture light in their twinkling form. They stared back at me with more love than my young, inexperienced heart could ever hope to comprehend, and I wept. I knew I couldn't let her see me cry like this and I quickly pressed my face into her bosom.

"Yeah, I am. I love you so much mom."

I surprised myself with how naturally I was able to deliver that line without choking on my tears, and my mother held me so tightly and so warmly to her breasts that I felt like everything was alright for the briefest moment. I stood still, just listening to her heartbeat.

"Hey Will, you ready?" Said a voice behind me.

I had remembered just then that we were in the school parking lot, and my world came crashing back down. Removing myself from my mother's warm embrace, I turned around and saw them. All of the boys that had violently bred my mother like animals. They who forced their gnarled, veiny, red cocks into her velvety, suckling entrances. They who drank in her nirvana to overflowing and replaced the warm, aromatic love in her body with hot, stinking ropes of cum. Each of them that took their turns, grunting and panting like beasts on top of my poor mother as they had relentlessly churned her insides again and again.

"Just saying goodbye to my birthday boy." My mother said, her hand falling from one shoulder and running along my back to the other.

She smiled at me so contentedly and so lovingly, it was almost comical to turn to the boys and see them looking at her so hungrily. One of them biting their lip, the other licking his lips as his eyes went down and back up, and back down again.

"I wish I had a mom like you, Mrs. B." Said Ray, not lifting his eyes from mom's heavy breasts.

"Oh Ray, you're like family to us. You boys can practically call me your mom if you'd like!" Said mom, almost too excitedly. I knew she was more than eager to invite my friends into my life and to seem like the cool mom, but all she was doing was inviting my friends into her body and she sounded like a dumb bimbo.

"Then would it be alright if we hung out at your place after school today?" Said Thomas, a horrifying glint in his eyes as he looked at her.

A cold chill ran up my spine as my eyes ran along each of their faces and I could read nothing but a predatory instinct had taken over. To my horror, that beautiful voice said exactly what I feared it would.

"Of course, I'll pick you boys up after school then and you can all have your fun!" My mom smiled at them, and they grinned their toothy grins back at her body. Her voluptuous body. Would mom still be wearing her fishnet stockings and her strappy black heels when she'd pick us up? Because it made no difference that mom was fully clothed in this moment or any moment with them, to these animals she might as well be naked and bent over on all fours right now with the looks they were giving her.

We all watched as she walked around the SUV, her ass wobbling with every step in her yoga pants. One of the boys openly rearranging the rigid meat now straining in his pants as she turned away. I waved, she waved, and they waved.

"You know we're gonna rape the shit out of your mom again, right?" Chris said, his eyes not moving from the back of mom's car.

I almost began to hyperventilate as I ignored his comment and paced briskly toward the school while staring blankly at the ground. I was a fool when I thought the days before were torment, as today was the day that fear had completely eclipsed me. Would mom take a shower before she picked us up? Would she unknowingly be preparing her body for them to feast on? Would she lather her perfect breasts and creamy thighs and buttocks with the mango-scented soaps and lotions she frequents afterward? Would she shave again? Was she still red and sore? I know the boys were more than happy with the state of her pussy and butthole when they first feasted on her, and I can't imagine that my mother would disappoint them again.

I wasn't hungry and my breakfast rolled over itself in my stomach when I looked over to see Dylan holding up his phone to show another classmate something. He then pointed at Thomas and then at me. I looked back down at my food and almost vomited.

When the final school bell rang, the pit in my stomach grew and I stood silently in the parking lot waiting, dreading the arrival of mom's SUV. I didn't move when I heard the myriad footsteps behind me and join me in waiting for a goddess to appear, and appear she did.

"Hey boys, hop on in!"

I didn't move an inch when all of them eagerly climbed into her car, with Thomas taking the front seat and smiling ominously at my beautiful mother. Mom simply flashed her warm smile at him and leaned to the side to look at me.

"C'mon birthday boy, you coming or not?" She teased.

I briefly pictured one of them closing the door as she drove off with them somewhere. The windows getting wet and foggy as they were all writhing their bodies against her wet, immaculate form in the backseat like an unholy orgy. Entire car rocking relentlessly as one cock or another probed and violated mother's orifices.

I climbed into one of the very back seats and looked forward toward mom. She smiled at me through the rear view mirror, and my eyes looked slightly down to see Kyle holding his phone, showing a video of mom's head being roughly pulled up by her hair as Ray emptied his balls inside of her. The vacant, almost drunk expression on mom's unconscious face and one of complete depraved ecstasy on his.

"We're gonna have a lot of fun, Mrs. B." Said Thomas, looking back and grinning at me after saying that.

"Good, I hope you boys enjoy yourselves." Mom said, not removing her attention from the road.

With that Chris elbowed me and snorted.

"It's not often Will has friends over." She said.

"If it were up to us, we'd be coming every day Mrs. B." Said one of them.

"Oh well you might as well, Will never goes outside and maybe you boys will do him some good!" Mom said smiling at me. She wanted the best for me, but the best for me was not to be forced to watch my gorgeous mother be relentlessly used as a sex slave for these degenerates day in and day out.

I stared out the window the rest of the short drive home, and I didn't move an inch when we arrived and everyone piled out of the car. Mom stopped halfway to the door and waved me to come out. The boys were right behind her and were massaging and tugging at their cocks from outside their pants. Now openly mocking me by licking their lips at her and thrusting at the air. Thomas disturbed me the most when he locked eyes with the back of her head and barred his teeth while grinding his hips forward in a slow circular motion. That's how he violated mom, and that's how he was going to violate her again.