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Fapping Materials / My Mom the Birthday Cake
« on: August 27, 2020, 08:44:04 PM »
This story includes non-consent and drug use.
It was a week until my birthday and I genuinely couldn't care less about whatever my science teacher was reciting. This year my birthday party was going to be different than any other, because despite moving so much, this year I finally have friends. My family's just mom and I and we've always had to move for her work but the downside was always only having a couple years at most to make friends before inevitably saying goodbye. It's never really the same either when staying in touch online through games or socials, and my mom always worries that I don't go out enough even though it's her fault in the first place I have no one to go out and do stuff with. I don't blame her though since she's doing it for us and I know she feels guilty about having to drag me from one new house to another.
Bless her heart though, and her wide hips, and her shapely thighs, and her long legs. It's especially easy to forgive mom when she's a goddess, honestly. If I had to attribute her to something she'd definitely be the goddess of lust, debauchery, and love. Not that she's aware of any of this. No, my mom has always put me before everything. This includes finding a man to replace my dad, but I think she knows she never could and subsequently never tried. Which is a shame because I love hearing those rare occasions when mom sneaks a guy into the house when she thinks I'm asleep and the whole house is filled with the wonderful creaking of her bed frame. It's not hard to imagine my goddess of a mom naked let alone bent over on all fours getting fucked like an animal. I've only seen her naked one time when I was younger but even back then I knew I had to burn the image into my very neurons as much as I could because I'd need that image someday. That image of mom's pale, wobbling ass as she tip toed into the bathroom not knowing my eyes were drinking in her delicious, heart-shaped backside. That image in my mind I've secretly worshiped every day since then, and the woman I've practically openly worshiped whom it belongs to.
The class was finally over and as usual I retained absolutely nothing. The only thing I could think of was all the fun things I had planned for my big day. The house we moved into has a pool, and even though I rarely get to see mom use it, I was guaranteed to see her use it next week. Not to mention all the games my friends and I are gonna play, and all the delicious, mouth-watering cake I know mom will bring. The only downside is inviting my friends over, which is an unusual thing to say considering my yearly predicament. Practically the entire school knows how beautiful mom is since she sometimes chaperones for school trips, to my dismay. She's pale due to her northern-European descent, but the Texan sun prevents her from looking completely alabaster. Long, wavy black hair frames her kind, motherly face with her big, blue eyes always inadvertently enchanting every man who locks eyes with her, married or otherwise. Don't get me started on everything below her neck though, I always slept through my English class and as a result I don't have the adjectives to properly describe how perfect her body is. All I can say is: picture a hot, young athlete who settles down with a lethargic workaholic and the life as a young mother blesses her with wider hips, thicker thighs, big, torpedo-shaped breasts that sag purely from the virtue of their fullness, and an incredibly beautiful, but exhausted looking face. I know it wasn't easy raising me alone, and who knows what she'd think if she could read my mind, but damn it I love my mom with all my heart and all my dick and there's nothing I can do anymore to quell these feelings. These feelings have gotten me into trouble in more than one occasion however, as I'd describe myself as a jealous person. Jealous and overly-protective.
It always stresses me out bringing my friends over to my house when mom is home, and I know that they basically relish the thought of being under the same roof as her. I've always had a hard time making friends because of constantly moving, but it's mostly because of my own selfish desire to keep mom's immaculate form a secret from the lusty gaze of men. It always felt like juggling one too many balls when coming up with an excuse to my friends why they can't come over, or to my mom why they aren't coming over. But this year I've resolved to have a birthday party to remember and there's nothing my darker thoughts can do to prevent me from having a good time. This year I was lucky enough to not have a bully or at least some group of antagonizing dick weeds actually meet my mom. That year was a grueling one to say the least. I was constantly hounded by my so-called "friends" and my mortal enemies to come over to my house and catch my mom in one compromising position or another and to relentlessly hit on her through veiled kindness. I have some friends and unfortunately some enemies this year as well, but they never met my mom or weaseled their way into my house one way or another, thankfully.
"Hey Will, wait up!" Said Kyle, running up behind me.
Kyle's a cool kid, but I know he'd turn into a slobbering wolf like everyone else the instant he sees my mom.
"Hey man, what's up?" I said as I turned to look at him. I saw he was running alongside Chris to catch up to me. Chris is less cool, and I was actively worried about him coming over to my house. I'll just say that I'd never, EVER leave him alone in a room with my mom if she were unconscious or tied to a bed, if you catch my drift. The caveat to inviting him though was potentially getting an extra birthday gift. Selfish I know, selling my mom fro a video game or two, but the darker parts of my mind sometimes fantasized worse things involving mom.
"Ms. Calder didn't assign homework to us today, and neither did any of our other teachers dude!" Chris was practically shouting with excitement, but I think he somehow forgot that our teachers didn't assign homework when the SATs were coming up.
"You wanna hang out and play games this weekend to celebrate?" Those weren't exactly comforting words to hear from Kyle's mouth, but considering they and many others were coming over anyway next week I figured why not. I could use this as a chance to test the waters and measure how big of a fuck up I made inviting almost a dozen of my friends over for my birthday.
"Sure, why not. You guys have never been over to my house before, have you?" I said as coolly as possible as to not betray my growing anxiety.
"Nah, and I don't think Dylan has either." Said Kyle.
"Dylan?" I asked.
"Yeah, Dylan can come over too right? There's no way we could leave him behind." Said Chris, much to my dismay. I agreed to two pairs of horny eyes lapping up every inch of mom's skin, but not three!
"Uh yeah sure, of course. How many of us are there gonna be?" I asked, with increasing nervousness in my voice.
"Well, I was thinking Ray and Thomas could come just like the last time when all of us hung out at my place. You remember?" I looked at Chris and instantly thought back to that afternoon when we dug up Chris' dad's porno mag collection from the garage and I had to listen to them talk about all the things they'd do to the women in those pages. Little did they know those girls were incomparable to mom and I inadvertently went to sleep that night picturing my mom in all those positions and my friends doing everything they described to her.
"Oh well I'm not sure if my mom would be comfortable with this many people over." I said trying to sound as dejected as possible.
"Why don't we just ask her then?" Said Kyle, pointing behind me.
I turned around and saw my mom waiting to pick me up in the SUV. What brilliant timing mom, you honestly could not have picked a worst time to show up. Actually, scratch that, I can unfortunately think of at least a dozen more times she could show up that are far worse.
My friends and I walked up to the passenger side window and I introduced them. I could instantly tell that the gears in their heads were turning now that they got a good look at her for once. They unfortunately weren't completely and utterly blind and could see how drop-dead gorgeous my mom turned out to be.
"Well of course you boys can come over, bring everyone!" My mom said in her cheerful voice. Hearing her say that was painful to me but not unexpected. Mom always worried about me not having any friends but the real reason she never saw them come over was because I didn't want them to see how hot she is. That was now no longer an option now that I've dug this hole for myself, and I might as well lie in it.
We waited for Ray, Dylan, and Thomas to appear before waving them over to mom's SUV, and we all piled in. I sat in the far back with everyone else to the right of and in front of me with Ray in the front seat next to mom. To my horror I could tell that each of them were eyeing my mom up like a piece of meat while she drove us home. Her thighs looked so full in her seat and her breasts were almost constantly jostling when we went over every speed bump out of school. This was exactly the sort of thing I was afraid of. All the way in the back I could hear whispering from Kyle in front of me and I could barely make out the words, "bro, and fuck, and she's hot."
When we finally got to my house my friends unfortunately got to also witness her signature ass wobble as she walked to the front door of the house. Mom was wearing pleated yoga pants that accentuated her already full ass cheeks, and a baggy old t-shirt of mine since I assumed today was laundry day. It wasn't so baggy on her however as her large, heavy breasts strained against the ACDC logo printed across the front. The fifteen seconds it took for her to unlock the front door were the longest in my life, and I could practically feel their eyes glued to mom's delicious buttocks. I'm relieved we live in a nice neighborhood in a civilized time, because I can only imagine what they'd do to her right now if we weren't.
"Come on in boys!" Mom said, letting everyone in. No one cared about the house however and all eyes were practically attached to her as she walked into the kitchen to make sure there was food for us. Little did she know they were feasting right here and now. On her.
"Thanks Mrs. B!" Piped up Thomas after mom told everyone to help themselves to anything in the kitchen. I only wished she hadn't said that while she herself was in the kitchen. I could essentially read minds at that moment when she said that, and the snickering from my friends when she said that was proof.
"Oh it's no problem boys, I'll just be over here doing some yoga before I take a nap." She said as kicked her yoga mat into place in front of the living room window.
"Should we keep it down for you then, Mrs. B?" Probed Ray, possibly wondering how deep a sleeper mom is before other thoughts crept into his perverse mind.
"You boys can make as much noise as you want! I'm a heavy sleeper so I won't hear a peep once my head hits the pillow." Mom said proudly, as if suburban moms using sleeping pills was somehow a still a secret to guys our age. I could only hope none of them were listening as intently to her as I and were more busy with imagining what mom's asshole tastes like or whatever.
With that I clambered up the stairs to my room expecting my friends to be behind me, but as I turned around I could see each of them with their heads still pointed at mom who was now performing downward dog position. Mom was completely ignorant of the sensual show she was inadvertently putting on for us, and I had to peel their sticky minds off mom's perfumed backside by announcing the video games I had. That thankfully worked, but I could've sworn I saw Ray and Dylan with their phones out aimed at mom.
The snickering and whispering among them didn't stop even when we were all playing games in my room. Each of them would occasionally leave to use the bathroom, but I never heard the bathroom door close or the toilet flush. Almost everything had gone wrong at this point with mom wearing one of the worst things she could wear around them, and all the sexual tension she was unwittingly creating with a room full of horny, young guys. They'd practically fuck anything let alone a milfy bimbo with sex appeal that almost hangs around her like an aroma. The only thing I could hope for is that they don't stay the night at this point. There was nothing I wanted more right now than to protect my mom from these animals in heat, and I wasn't going to let them take turns rutting mom like she belonged to them.
A little over an hour passed and Ray hadn't returned from "using the restroom" as it were, and I got up to check while everyone else was playing games. I walked out to see Ray standing next to mom who was now lying on the couch. He must not have seen me or I was silent because I watched him pull out his phone and I assume take pictures of mom while she slept. Then I watched him take the glass she presumably drank from and enter the kitchen with it to rinse it out. I waited a moment and Ray came back out and walked up the stairs when I surprised him.
"Oh shit, you scared me dude, what's up?" He tried to say as nonchalantly as possible.
"What's up!? Bro I just watched you creep on my mom just now, what the fuck dude!" I sounded like I was pissed, but honestly I was more surprised and afraid than angry. I didn't know what to do, and I didn't know how to properly protect mom from these guys.
"Oh nah you were just seeing things dude. You see I was just checking my phone when I went up to ask your mom if I could get something to drink. No worries man!" He said reassuringly, but I wasn't buying it and he knew it.
Just then however, someone grabbed me with their arm around my neck and put me in a headlock. It was Thomas, that fat prick.
"What the fuck are you doing dude, let go!" I choked out with what little air I had left in my lungs.
In that moment, I was facing Ray and I could see him grinning from ear to ear as he motioned the others downstairs. My vision was blurring and everything was going black when Thomas dropped me on the carpet and followed them down the steps.
I don't know how long I was out for, but as I was coming to I could hear wet, rhythmic slapping noises coming from somewhere in the house. My heart lurched in my chest when I remembered everything that had happened and I crept down towards the noises as silently as I could. As I got closer to the sounds I realized they were coming from mom's bedroom and pain ricocheted around my rib cage like a lightning bolt. I turned the corner with as little of my eye as possible and what I noticed first was that her room which normally reminded me of heaven, now smelled like a rancid boy's locker room. The creaking of the bed frame which brought me perverse joy in the past was now accented by a hoarse panting. What I saw however made my head ring and my limbs numb. Thomas was naked on top of mom who was face-down in bed with her arms and legs splayed apart and her hair a tangled mess. His massive, sweaty body almost dwarfed mom's despite his age, and he was relentless in his animalistic thrusts up into mom's wet, glistening ass cheeks. The bed heaved and creaked noisily as he greedily forced himself up into mom's pristine entrance, but of which one it was hard to tell from my angle. I wouldn't put it past the disgusting pig to plug mom's perfect, pink butthole with his stinking, veiny, red cock, but I could only grasp at the hope that he wasn't.
Suddenly, Chris surprised me by slapping me hard on the back. To my horror he was completely naked and his cock was wet and red from overuse. The other guys grabbed me and I saw that Dylan was filming Thomas with his phone as he hungrily plundered mom's velvety entrance. He resembled more like an animal than a human at this point, and it made me want to throw up knowing this disgusting beast was breeding mom for all she was worth. It also made me sick to know that the guys must have rummaged through her lingerie and underwear because mom wasn't wearing fishnet stockings and strappy black high heels when they knocked me out. I could see now from the end of the bed that mom was wearing a black g-string that was forcefully pulled to the side with Thomas' red nutsack fervently slapping against her pussy. He was ravaging her butthole. Thomas, the fat moron who smells like rotten milk, was gaping mom's pink butthole with anal sex. I couldn't believe it, I refused to.
The guys threatened to show everyone at school the photos and videos they took if I disobeyed them. I wanted to cry, but I only choked up a "yes, just please don't show anyone" before one of them forced a phone into my hands.
They forced me to film them as they took turns defiling my unconscious mother. I had wished with all my heart that she would wake up, but I knew that it would only makes things worse if she were awake right now. I couldn't bear to think about what they would make her do if she were awake, and the things she'd say, or the noises she'd make. The blood in my cranium felt cold and I thought I was going to pass out, but the guttural sound of one of them cumming inside mom brought me back to this hell.
It was a week until my birthday and I genuinely couldn't care less about whatever my science teacher was reciting. This year my birthday party was going to be different than any other, because despite moving so much, this year I finally have friends. My family's just mom and I and we've always had to move for her work but the downside was always only having a couple years at most to make friends before inevitably saying goodbye. It's never really the same either when staying in touch online through games or socials, and my mom always worries that I don't go out enough even though it's her fault in the first place I have no one to go out and do stuff with. I don't blame her though since she's doing it for us and I know she feels guilty about having to drag me from one new house to another.
Bless her heart though, and her wide hips, and her shapely thighs, and her long legs. It's especially easy to forgive mom when she's a goddess, honestly. If I had to attribute her to something she'd definitely be the goddess of lust, debauchery, and love. Not that she's aware of any of this. No, my mom has always put me before everything. This includes finding a man to replace my dad, but I think she knows she never could and subsequently never tried. Which is a shame because I love hearing those rare occasions when mom sneaks a guy into the house when she thinks I'm asleep and the whole house is filled with the wonderful creaking of her bed frame. It's not hard to imagine my goddess of a mom naked let alone bent over on all fours getting fucked like an animal. I've only seen her naked one time when I was younger but even back then I knew I had to burn the image into my very neurons as much as I could because I'd need that image someday. That image of mom's pale, wobbling ass as she tip toed into the bathroom not knowing my eyes were drinking in her delicious, heart-shaped backside. That image in my mind I've secretly worshiped every day since then, and the woman I've practically openly worshiped whom it belongs to.
The class was finally over and as usual I retained absolutely nothing. The only thing I could think of was all the fun things I had planned for my big day. The house we moved into has a pool, and even though I rarely get to see mom use it, I was guaranteed to see her use it next week. Not to mention all the games my friends and I are gonna play, and all the delicious, mouth-watering cake I know mom will bring. The only downside is inviting my friends over, which is an unusual thing to say considering my yearly predicament. Practically the entire school knows how beautiful mom is since she sometimes chaperones for school trips, to my dismay. She's pale due to her northern-European descent, but the Texan sun prevents her from looking completely alabaster. Long, wavy black hair frames her kind, motherly face with her big, blue eyes always inadvertently enchanting every man who locks eyes with her, married or otherwise. Don't get me started on everything below her neck though, I always slept through my English class and as a result I don't have the adjectives to properly describe how perfect her body is. All I can say is: picture a hot, young athlete who settles down with a lethargic workaholic and the life as a young mother blesses her with wider hips, thicker thighs, big, torpedo-shaped breasts that sag purely from the virtue of their fullness, and an incredibly beautiful, but exhausted looking face. I know it wasn't easy raising me alone, and who knows what she'd think if she could read my mind, but damn it I love my mom with all my heart and all my dick and there's nothing I can do anymore to quell these feelings. These feelings have gotten me into trouble in more than one occasion however, as I'd describe myself as a jealous person. Jealous and overly-protective.
It always stresses me out bringing my friends over to my house when mom is home, and I know that they basically relish the thought of being under the same roof as her. I've always had a hard time making friends because of constantly moving, but it's mostly because of my own selfish desire to keep mom's immaculate form a secret from the lusty gaze of men. It always felt like juggling one too many balls when coming up with an excuse to my friends why they can't come over, or to my mom why they aren't coming over. But this year I've resolved to have a birthday party to remember and there's nothing my darker thoughts can do to prevent me from having a good time. This year I was lucky enough to not have a bully or at least some group of antagonizing dick weeds actually meet my mom. That year was a grueling one to say the least. I was constantly hounded by my so-called "friends" and my mortal enemies to come over to my house and catch my mom in one compromising position or another and to relentlessly hit on her through veiled kindness. I have some friends and unfortunately some enemies this year as well, but they never met my mom or weaseled their way into my house one way or another, thankfully.
"Hey Will, wait up!" Said Kyle, running up behind me.
Kyle's a cool kid, but I know he'd turn into a slobbering wolf like everyone else the instant he sees my mom.
"Hey man, what's up?" I said as I turned to look at him. I saw he was running alongside Chris to catch up to me. Chris is less cool, and I was actively worried about him coming over to my house. I'll just say that I'd never, EVER leave him alone in a room with my mom if she were unconscious or tied to a bed, if you catch my drift. The caveat to inviting him though was potentially getting an extra birthday gift. Selfish I know, selling my mom fro a video game or two, but the darker parts of my mind sometimes fantasized worse things involving mom.
"Ms. Calder didn't assign homework to us today, and neither did any of our other teachers dude!" Chris was practically shouting with excitement, but I think he somehow forgot that our teachers didn't assign homework when the SATs were coming up.
"You wanna hang out and play games this weekend to celebrate?" Those weren't exactly comforting words to hear from Kyle's mouth, but considering they and many others were coming over anyway next week I figured why not. I could use this as a chance to test the waters and measure how big of a fuck up I made inviting almost a dozen of my friends over for my birthday.
"Sure, why not. You guys have never been over to my house before, have you?" I said as coolly as possible as to not betray my growing anxiety.
"Nah, and I don't think Dylan has either." Said Kyle.
"Dylan?" I asked.
"Yeah, Dylan can come over too right? There's no way we could leave him behind." Said Chris, much to my dismay. I agreed to two pairs of horny eyes lapping up every inch of mom's skin, but not three!
"Uh yeah sure, of course. How many of us are there gonna be?" I asked, with increasing nervousness in my voice.
"Well, I was thinking Ray and Thomas could come just like the last time when all of us hung out at my place. You remember?" I looked at Chris and instantly thought back to that afternoon when we dug up Chris' dad's porno mag collection from the garage and I had to listen to them talk about all the things they'd do to the women in those pages. Little did they know those girls were incomparable to mom and I inadvertently went to sleep that night picturing my mom in all those positions and my friends doing everything they described to her.
"Oh well I'm not sure if my mom would be comfortable with this many people over." I said trying to sound as dejected as possible.
"Why don't we just ask her then?" Said Kyle, pointing behind me.
I turned around and saw my mom waiting to pick me up in the SUV. What brilliant timing mom, you honestly could not have picked a worst time to show up. Actually, scratch that, I can unfortunately think of at least a dozen more times she could show up that are far worse.
My friends and I walked up to the passenger side window and I introduced them. I could instantly tell that the gears in their heads were turning now that they got a good look at her for once. They unfortunately weren't completely and utterly blind and could see how drop-dead gorgeous my mom turned out to be.
"Well of course you boys can come over, bring everyone!" My mom said in her cheerful voice. Hearing her say that was painful to me but not unexpected. Mom always worried about me not having any friends but the real reason she never saw them come over was because I didn't want them to see how hot she is. That was now no longer an option now that I've dug this hole for myself, and I might as well lie in it.
We waited for Ray, Dylan, and Thomas to appear before waving them over to mom's SUV, and we all piled in. I sat in the far back with everyone else to the right of and in front of me with Ray in the front seat next to mom. To my horror I could tell that each of them were eyeing my mom up like a piece of meat while she drove us home. Her thighs looked so full in her seat and her breasts were almost constantly jostling when we went over every speed bump out of school. This was exactly the sort of thing I was afraid of. All the way in the back I could hear whispering from Kyle in front of me and I could barely make out the words, "bro, and fuck, and she's hot."
When we finally got to my house my friends unfortunately got to also witness her signature ass wobble as she walked to the front door of the house. Mom was wearing pleated yoga pants that accentuated her already full ass cheeks, and a baggy old t-shirt of mine since I assumed today was laundry day. It wasn't so baggy on her however as her large, heavy breasts strained against the ACDC logo printed across the front. The fifteen seconds it took for her to unlock the front door were the longest in my life, and I could practically feel their eyes glued to mom's delicious buttocks. I'm relieved we live in a nice neighborhood in a civilized time, because I can only imagine what they'd do to her right now if we weren't.
"Come on in boys!" Mom said, letting everyone in. No one cared about the house however and all eyes were practically attached to her as she walked into the kitchen to make sure there was food for us. Little did she know they were feasting right here and now. On her.
"Thanks Mrs. B!" Piped up Thomas after mom told everyone to help themselves to anything in the kitchen. I only wished she hadn't said that while she herself was in the kitchen. I could essentially read minds at that moment when she said that, and the snickering from my friends when she said that was proof.
"Oh it's no problem boys, I'll just be over here doing some yoga before I take a nap." She said as kicked her yoga mat into place in front of the living room window.
"Should we keep it down for you then, Mrs. B?" Probed Ray, possibly wondering how deep a sleeper mom is before other thoughts crept into his perverse mind.
"You boys can make as much noise as you want! I'm a heavy sleeper so I won't hear a peep once my head hits the pillow." Mom said proudly, as if suburban moms using sleeping pills was somehow a still a secret to guys our age. I could only hope none of them were listening as intently to her as I and were more busy with imagining what mom's asshole tastes like or whatever.
With that I clambered up the stairs to my room expecting my friends to be behind me, but as I turned around I could see each of them with their heads still pointed at mom who was now performing downward dog position. Mom was completely ignorant of the sensual show she was inadvertently putting on for us, and I had to peel their sticky minds off mom's perfumed backside by announcing the video games I had. That thankfully worked, but I could've sworn I saw Ray and Dylan with their phones out aimed at mom.
The snickering and whispering among them didn't stop even when we were all playing games in my room. Each of them would occasionally leave to use the bathroom, but I never heard the bathroom door close or the toilet flush. Almost everything had gone wrong at this point with mom wearing one of the worst things she could wear around them, and all the sexual tension she was unwittingly creating with a room full of horny, young guys. They'd practically fuck anything let alone a milfy bimbo with sex appeal that almost hangs around her like an aroma. The only thing I could hope for is that they don't stay the night at this point. There was nothing I wanted more right now than to protect my mom from these animals in heat, and I wasn't going to let them take turns rutting mom like she belonged to them.
A little over an hour passed and Ray hadn't returned from "using the restroom" as it were, and I got up to check while everyone else was playing games. I walked out to see Ray standing next to mom who was now lying on the couch. He must not have seen me or I was silent because I watched him pull out his phone and I assume take pictures of mom while she slept. Then I watched him take the glass she presumably drank from and enter the kitchen with it to rinse it out. I waited a moment and Ray came back out and walked up the stairs when I surprised him.
"Oh shit, you scared me dude, what's up?" He tried to say as nonchalantly as possible.
"What's up!? Bro I just watched you creep on my mom just now, what the fuck dude!" I sounded like I was pissed, but honestly I was more surprised and afraid than angry. I didn't know what to do, and I didn't know how to properly protect mom from these guys.
"Oh nah you were just seeing things dude. You see I was just checking my phone when I went up to ask your mom if I could get something to drink. No worries man!" He said reassuringly, but I wasn't buying it and he knew it.
Just then however, someone grabbed me with their arm around my neck and put me in a headlock. It was Thomas, that fat prick.
"What the fuck are you doing dude, let go!" I choked out with what little air I had left in my lungs.
In that moment, I was facing Ray and I could see him grinning from ear to ear as he motioned the others downstairs. My vision was blurring and everything was going black when Thomas dropped me on the carpet and followed them down the steps.
I don't know how long I was out for, but as I was coming to I could hear wet, rhythmic slapping noises coming from somewhere in the house. My heart lurched in my chest when I remembered everything that had happened and I crept down towards the noises as silently as I could. As I got closer to the sounds I realized they were coming from mom's bedroom and pain ricocheted around my rib cage like a lightning bolt. I turned the corner with as little of my eye as possible and what I noticed first was that her room which normally reminded me of heaven, now smelled like a rancid boy's locker room. The creaking of the bed frame which brought me perverse joy in the past was now accented by a hoarse panting. What I saw however made my head ring and my limbs numb. Thomas was naked on top of mom who was face-down in bed with her arms and legs splayed apart and her hair a tangled mess. His massive, sweaty body almost dwarfed mom's despite his age, and he was relentless in his animalistic thrusts up into mom's wet, glistening ass cheeks. The bed heaved and creaked noisily as he greedily forced himself up into mom's pristine entrance, but of which one it was hard to tell from my angle. I wouldn't put it past the disgusting pig to plug mom's perfect, pink butthole with his stinking, veiny, red cock, but I could only grasp at the hope that he wasn't.
Suddenly, Chris surprised me by slapping me hard on the back. To my horror he was completely naked and his cock was wet and red from overuse. The other guys grabbed me and I saw that Dylan was filming Thomas with his phone as he hungrily plundered mom's velvety entrance. He resembled more like an animal than a human at this point, and it made me want to throw up knowing this disgusting beast was breeding mom for all she was worth. It also made me sick to know that the guys must have rummaged through her lingerie and underwear because mom wasn't wearing fishnet stockings and strappy black high heels when they knocked me out. I could see now from the end of the bed that mom was wearing a black g-string that was forcefully pulled to the side with Thomas' red nutsack fervently slapping against her pussy. He was ravaging her butthole. Thomas, the fat moron who smells like rotten milk, was gaping mom's pink butthole with anal sex. I couldn't believe it, I refused to.
The guys threatened to show everyone at school the photos and videos they took if I disobeyed them. I wanted to cry, but I only choked up a "yes, just please don't show anyone" before one of them forced a phone into my hands.
They forced me to film them as they took turns defiling my unconscious mother. I had wished with all my heart that she would wake up, but I knew that it would only makes things worse if she were awake right now. I couldn't bear to think about what they would make her do if she were awake, and the things she'd say, or the noises she'd make. The blood in my cranium felt cold and I thought I was going to pass out, but the guttural sound of one of them cumming inside mom brought me back to this hell.