Coming Home
Part 1: Going back to the last place on earth, home.
Prologue
“Hello there, sweetie. Is there anything you want? We have a lovely selection today.” A middle-aged lady wearing an aged waitress outfit asked me while holding up her pen.
“Just coffee for now, and…” I asked, while looking around. “Do you have some fresh peach pie hanging around here?”
“Why yes, we do. Best pie east of the Mississippi. Made it myself,” she said, with a little bit of pride in her voice.
“I’ll take one of those, as well,” I told her, to which she jotted it down on her little paper pad.
“That’s good to hear… Hey, you look familiar. Do you live around here?” she asked me.
“No, just passing through,” I told the nosy waitress, in a curt tone. She seemed to not like taking the hint and went off to fulfill my order. In no time at all, she placed down a steaming hot cup of coffee and a slice of peach pie.
“Enjoy,” she said, with a bit of a forced smile, but I didn’t mine. I didn’t go there for the food, or the service.
The pie wasn’t exactly the best one I’d ever eaten, but it was better than the ones you can buy at the store. Plus, it paired well with the coffee, but only mildly. After all, it was only diner coffee from a can, not the premium roast that I’ve spoiled myself on. I was halfway through my second cup of coffee, wondering why the hell I was there of all places. I was just about to get up and leave, but a familiar voice stopped me in my tracks.
“Sammy? Is that you?” Judy said, in a shocked voice, once she spotted me in my booth.
“Hey Aunt Judy, it’s been awhile.” I smiled at her.
“Seven years, I’d say. God, it’s good to see you.”
We both stood up and hugged each other. After that, the waitress came in and took Judy’s order.
“God, you’ve changed over the years. The last time I saw you, you were nothing but twigs and bones. Now, you are all filled out.” She smiled at me.
“True, I had put on a few pounds here and there, but you, Aunt Judy. I swear you look like you haven’t aged a day.”
“Oh please, I know I don’t look that good,” she waved me off.
“No, no. I think, if anything, you look even more radiant than the last time I saw you.”
“My, not only did you fill out, but you seemed to have picked up your father’s charm,” she smiled at me, but then it quickly turned into sadness. For a good, long moment, we just sat in melancholy silence, as we let our grief wash over us.
“I know. I miss him, too,” I said to her, knowing what she was going to say, but spared her from doing so. She took my kind gesture with grace, and we continued for the real reason we were there.
“Look, I know you didn’t call me out of the blue just to reminisce. Why did you need me to come back?”
“Yes, I think it’s time we get to the heart of the issue. Sam, she needs you. Your mother needs your help.”
My fist clenched for a moment, threatening to break the ceramic mug in my hand, but I managed to calm myself down, before that could happen.
“I don’t have a mother,” I said, darkly.
“Sam, I know you have your issues with her, but could you put them aside? At least for the time being.”
“No,” I continued, using that same dark tone on her. Aunt Judy was taken aback by it, but she managed to compose herself, and looked outside the window.
“Things have changed since you left Sam. Ever since that day, Everett hasn’t been able to recover.”
Chapter 1
The Everett, Aunt Judy was referring to, was my old hometown. A place I swore that I would never step foot in. It wasn’t a large town. It just stood right in between a small town, and a medium city. It had its hospital, a county courthouse, an event center, and a rather middle-of-the-road factory that belonged to Kellogg—the cereal company, and even a state prison, just within the county line. It wasn’t exactly a prosperous town, but it did have pride in one thing—its school spirit and my old alma mater, Everett High School, home to ‘The Fighting Cougars’. Everett loved their ‘Cougars’ and practically worshiped the ground they played on, whether it be a football field or baseball diamond. At least, it used to be that way until the school was surrounded by a scandal, over a certain golden boy. A golden boy named Marcus Miller, or M&M, to his friends. I wasn’t one of those friends; in fact, I was the furthest thing from it. You see, while Marcus Miller was Everett’s golden boy; he was my bully.
While teachers, parents, and even students, were praising him for his accomplishments, a select few had the distinct dis-pleasure to have been put down by him, either verbally, or more than likely, physically. I could count how many times I’ve had a broken, fractured, and sprained bone or joint in my entire life, and they were all caused by him.
Now, one may wonder why I haven’t done anything to stop him. The answer was that I did, and that had gotten me nowhere. The reason being is because people were willing to look away from any allegations against him. His father was a banker at one of the largest banks in the city twenty minutes away from Everett, and his grandfather was the county sheriff. Two powerful men, in very powerful positions, made Marcus nearly untouchable. I’d say nearly because right at that moment, he was spending time in jail for extortion, blackmail, adultery, obstruction of justice, and my personal favorite, distribution of child pornography. Now to be fair, it was for sex tapes of him with girls from high school, and a few teachers, but if you send them out over the internet, or by mail to an unwilling recipient, then it becomes a felony. Especially if said material was personally sent to the FBI, with a return address. Now how did the FBI get such material? Well, it was me—I sent it.
It was well into senior year, and for some reason, Marcus decided to spend his last year of high school, making my life miserable. Beat downs, name calling, being thrown into trash cans, the works, and because I was so thin and weak, I really couldn’t fight back. Not with him being fifty pounds heavier than me. Of course, because he was the one doing it, the school would always look the other way. Everyone, but my mom. She would go out and complain to teachers, the principal, and even his grandfather, to punish Marcus for what he did, but nothing happened. Finally, after putting up a huge stink, the principal, and Marcus’s father put something together. Community service, where Marcus would come over to my house and do whatever chore my mother had for him. What my mother didn’t realize was that little agreement would lead to her undoing. And the main reason for that undoing, was because Marcus was born with a silver tongue.
It was no secret that Marcus was a good-looking guy. Tall, lean, and the nature of him being black, added an allure about him for the opposite sex. He had everything going for him, but what made him so dangerous was that he could talk his way out, or in his case—into, anything he wanted. Mainly, he had a way to get into any woman’s panties with ease. It was rumored that he managed to sleep with half of the women in Everett before senior year. Another one, was that after he had made his way through the entire cheerleading squad, he’d then set his sights on their mothers. Then, of course, there were rumors about some teachers, guidance counselors, and even a few members of the school board were wrapped around his little finger. And, what I also heard, was that he had a rather large cock, as well.
His preferred choice of conquest was the forbidden fruit kind—wives, mothers, couples—he’d like to steal women away from their significant other, and turn the men into cuckolds. It was his thing, and he loved doing it. He loved the power he held, when he stole their women. It wasn’t necessarily a big secret in Everett, it just wasn’t a well-known one. I guess the women he slept with didn’t want to admit to the men in their life, that they were having an affair with a high-school student. If it had been a more well-known secret, then my maybe mother wouldn’t have fallen so easily into Marcus’s trap. I did warn her, and to always be on her guard while around him, but like a fool, she assured me that she could handle him—boy, was she wrong.
I was no fool when it came to my mother, and how men looked at her. She was a curvaceous woman, with those thick curves in all the right places. She, of course, had large breasts, a narrowed waist, thick hips, and even a thicker ass—that just bounced every time she walked. I knew, because I would sometimes stare at her when she went by. Her body kinda reminded me of Ryan Conner or Joslyn James in the later years of their adult careers, as they shared the same measurements. I’d known, since I stole a few of my mother’s underwear and jacked off into them, while fantasizing about her ass. I was not proud of it, but I was a growing boy, racked with hormones, and lived with a beautiful woman. She was beautiful, and Marcus never missed a chance to remark about that, or that how nobody like me, could possibly come from such a beauty like her. How such a hot milf PAWG like her, could give birth to a skinny little shit guy like me. It was demeaning and a huge blow to my self-esteem. So, when I heard that he was coming over to my place, as our personal servant—I couldn’t help but be ecstatic.
He would come over, and do some chores that I found difficult to complete. Normally, it was a father’s job to do such manual labor, but unfortunately, we lost him when I was quite young, due to a tragic car accident. So, all those chores fell to me, but I was more of a brain guy instead of brawn. At first, I thought it was good to have my bully work for me for a change, while I worked on my passion project—programming my own video game. For several weeks, I thought things couldn’t look any better, but I found out later that I was wrong, very wrong. At first, a weird vibe would come around me, every time I was at school. Sideways glances, hushed murmurs, and the odd snickering when I passed by Marcus’s group. I thought it was weird, but at least Marcus wasn’t bullying me anymore. I thought he had finally learned his lesson, but then one day, things changed for the worse.
I decided to head home early, since I was ahead on my assignments, and wanted to render out a new piece of code I made for my game. Normally, school didn’t allow students to leave school early, but since I was a senior, and was one credit away from graduating, they permitted me to leave the school grounds. I was paddling along, listening to some Huey Lewis, as I rounded the corner to the street where my house was at. All was well in the world, until I saw a very familiar Dodge Challenger in my driveway. It was Marcus’ car. I would recognize it anywhere, since he bragged about it constantly when his father bought it for him on his sixteenth birthday. It was sleek, flashy, and loud as hell. A perfect car to represent him—and it was in my driveway. At first, I thought I was seeing things, but then I wondered if maybe he showed up to do more chores for my mother. But then, I realized that it wasn’t the weekend, and he was skipping school.
Still dumbfounded by the appearance of his car, I decided to investigate things even further. I took the basement side entrance since that was my room. Once senior year hit, I decided that I needed to know what it felt like to be on my own, so my mom and I converted most of the basement into a small apartment, with a shower and everything. The one thing it did not have was a stove, but it had a fridge to make sandwiches. My mother teased me about it, but she understood as I was getting ready to leave the nest. Once I got inside, I made my way to the staircase that led to the kitchen. Acting like a burglar in my own house, I tiptoed my way up the stairs and into the kitchen. I let out a sigh of relief when I found no one in the kitchen, as if I was expecting something. Then my heart sank, when I heard moaning coming from the direction of the living room. At first, I thought I was imagining things, but another sound came from that general direction. This time it was a grunt—a male grunt.
With every step, my heart sank lower and lower, as the sounds only grew louder and louder. I prayed that what I was hearing was not actually happening; that it was my mind playing tricks on me. But, that’s when I saw Marcus, his big black ass pumping its way into someone with their feet dangling from the side of him. For the briefest of moments, my heart stopped beating. It was as if time stood still for me, as I tried to comprehend the scene that was right in front of me; to see if there was some sort of reasonable explanation for Marcus to be like that. Try as I might, but once I heard my mother moan his name.
“Oh Marcus, Marcus. Soooo. Big.”
“WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON!” I screamed, before I could think.
At first, they were startled by my sudden outburst, but once Marcus saw it was me, he had the biggest shit-eating grin I had ever seen. My mother, on the other hand, was as white as a ghost.
“Hold up, I’m almost finished with her,” Marcus spouted out, in an amusing tone, as she continued to pump his hips into her.
As for my mother, instead of trying to get him off of her, she was trying to say that it wasn’t what it looked like. But, I know what it looked like—my bully was fucking my mom. Her words, distorted by the grunts of pleasure she was feeling.
It didn’t take long for them to finish, maybe thirty seconds, but to me, it felt like an eternity. I heard him grunt, then he moaned as he flexed his hips once last time. He came inside her, and in return, my mother squealed, as she came as well. I was dumbfounded by what was happening, that I didn’t react when he slipped what I found out was his massive dick outside of her now-destroyed pussy. The pussy where I came from. Now it was a big gaping hole where a trail of pearly white cum leaking out of.
“You came inside of her,” I said, in only a whisper.
“Oh, yeah. Your mother is a real slut. Cums every time I dump a load or two inside of her,” Marcus said, offhand like it was a joke. Then, as he was putting on his pants, he pulled something out and tossed it to her.
“Here I know you know how to use this. We wouldn’t want a surprise to happen in nine months or so.” He smiled at her, as he tossed her what was a morning-after pill. That in itself told me that it wasn’t the first time they slept with each other, or the fact that he had come inside her before.
I just lost it after that. I screamed at Marcus to get out, but he just laughed it off like my tantrum was the cutest thing in the world. That only enraged me even further, and propelled me to attack the man—but, like always, I was like a mosquito to him. He punched me and flicked me to the nearby wall. It was down at that point that my mother stepped in and demanded that Marcus leave. He, of course, laughed at that, but did what he was told; promising that he would call when he was ready for another round. She, of course, told him no way, but the way he smirked at her, told me that he would always get what he wanted.
“Sweetie… are you okay?” my mother asked, while wiping away the blood from my cheek.
I shoved her hand out of the way, since I didn’t want to be touched by a slut like her. What was in front of me, wasn’t my mother. She was another one of Marcus’s conquests, another notch on his belt. What I saw was a woman whose hair was disheveled, tits bared to the world, a skirt that was ridden up around her waist, and a trail of white cum from my tormenter, flowing out of her pussy from where I was born. She, of course, had a hurt expression on her face, but I didn’t care. I made a mad dash out of that house, grabbed onto my bike, and peddled anywhere but there.
For several hours, I traveled end to end of my hometown, trying to sort through the buzzing noise that was droning through my head. It didn’t help that my mother was calling me every few seconds. By the time my phone reached its fifteenth voicemail, I shut it off entirely. As I rode around, I proceeded with everything that has happened to me for the last few days. I now knew why people were whispering behind my back, why Marcus hasn’t been bullying me like always. It was clear as day, but for some reason, I never saw it. I just stupidly belueve that my mother was strong enough, smart enough to resiste Marcus, charm. I was so wrong.
I did manage to get back home, but that was well after the sun had fully set. Of course, my mother was worried sick about me, and was about to give me a lecture, but I cut her right off. I practically screamed at her, at how stupid she was for letting a man like Marcus get between her legs. How he was a womanizing jackass that fucks any woman he wants, then tosses her aside when he loses all interest in them. How the whole school was laughing at me, behind my back because she couldn’t say no to him. Then I asked if she had thought about the future of their relationship—if they even had one. I yelled and yelled, like I had never yelled before, and my mother only grew smaller and smaller. Finally, she broke down in tears, as the weight of her transgressions had finally come down upon her. I left her there to wallow in her self-pity, not bothering to eat any of the dinner she made that night.
After that, I spent the next several days avoiding my mother; having meals by myself, and leaving early at the crack of dawn before she went to her part-time job. Of course, when I got home, she was there waiting to see me, but I took great pains to avoid her. One being that I always took the basement entrance way, and kept the door to the kitchen locked.
Now even though living at home was hard, going to school was much worse. Since I had found out about Marcus’s little secret, he and his whole posse pretty much spoke loudly about how he had gotten my mother. How easy it was to take such a fine PAWG, MILF pussy, and make it his own. I tried to ignore it, but there was only so much a guy could take before he burst into tears. That only made it worse when I got caught crying. I thought about going after him, but I knew that he and his crew would beat the shit out of me. Then the school would blame me for it, as Marcus would lie and say that I started the fight.
Life was hell for me during those last months of school. So much so, that I began the process to get credit out of my school. I had the grades, and the credits to graduate early. The only thing I was missing was parental consent, which I wouldn’t need once I turned eighteen. Unfortunately at the time, my birthday was a couple of months away, so all I needed was to bide my time until my birthday came around. It was a simple plan, but time has a way of changing things.
I started to open up to my mother. It was slow at first, mainly seeing her in passing; grabbing dinner before heading back downstairs. Then we started to talk once again. We managed to come to some sort of understanding, and she agreed to cut all ties with Marcus; blocked his phone number, emails, and any social media that he might have. She promised me on my father’s grave, and as a mother, that she would not see him again. With her word that it was over, we started to become a family once again, or so I thought.
After a few months, things seemed to go back to normal. Marcus wasn’t picking on me anymore, his crew was no longer snickering or whispering behind my back, and things with my mother seemed to go back to the way things were. Then on the day of my eighteenth birthday, my whole world—came crashing down, once again.
It was like deja vu all over again. I came back home on my bike all excited, but instead of planning to run some sort of game code, it was so I could get ready for our birthday tradition. A trip into the city to eat at the Cheesecake Factory. I didn’t notice any cars in the driveway, so I thought nothing was wrong. But, when I heard that distinctive moaning again—once joyful cheer quickly took a big nose dive. I quickly crouched down and made my way towards the moaning. To say the least, I was shocked by what I was seeing. My mother was on all fours getting the ever-loving shit fucked out of her, but not by Marcus; no he was in front of her, trying to ram his cock down her throat. The man that was fucking her was Jamal Sampson: Marcus’s best friend and co-captain of the baseball team.
That wasn’t the only thing that shocked me. It’s what she was wearing that shocked me to my core. Instead of one of her usual sundresses, or her secretary outfit, she wore a black skin-tight corset that was missing the bra cups, so her big tits were bare to the world and swaying to the rhythm of the men rutting into her. Her legs, instead of being covered by her usual pantyhose, were now encased in a pair of black, fishnet stockings. Her hair was done up in a ponytail so we could get a full view of her face which had more makeup than I had ever seen on her before. Long, black streaks ran down each of her cheeks as if she was crying, but the way her face was contorted in pleasure, told me that she was doing anything but that. Her lips were big and covered in a plump, cherry-red lipstick that was smeared along all sides. Finally, to round up the entire outfit, was a black-leather collar with a silver D-ring on it. What I saw in front of me was not my mother. It was a slut, a whore, surrendering herself and her body to the whims of men, and that whore had betrayed me.
She swore to me, on my father’s grave, and as a mother, that she wouldn’t see Marcus ever again, but there she was, sucking his dick while his friend fucked her from behind. But despite all of that, a small part of me thought that it was a one-time thing. That I was just seeing her slip for the first time, like a smoker who was trying to quit but just slipped up with one cigarette. That thought quickly faded away, though, as Jamal and Marcus were shooting the breeze while fucking my mother; which revealed that it wasn’t the first time that they had tag-teamed her. As it turned out, my mother had been fucking Marcus behind my back for over a month, and those guys laughed at me for not catching on.
I thought I was going to die right there on the spot. I was the school’s biggest joke, and I didn’t even know it. My mom was lying to me, and I didn’t even know it. My despair was so great, that I thought I was going to sink to my knees and wish the world would just swallow me whole, but instead of that, I heard something inside me snap. Instead of sadness, or even anger filling me up, a strange calm came over me. Then just like that, I knew what I had to do.
I quickly got out my phone, and recorded a small video of them fucking; then from there, I packed up all my shit—clothes; bathroom toiletries; my laptop, which was my most expensive item, and everything I needed to live on my own. Once I was done, I got all my shit and left. I found myself a motel that would rent me a room for the month. Since I was eighteen, I already had access to my inheritance, so I had a good chunk of money to spend.
Once I was settled in, I logged onto the local wifi and changed all my passwords, and blocked my mother from accessing my bank accounts. Because I was so young when I opened mine up, I needed a parent to authorize it, and make it a shared account. But since I was eighteen, I could kick her out with no fuss from the bank. I also sent out an email that I wanted to credit out of school. I had done the paperwork from before, but had put it on pause, as I thought things with my mother were going back to normal. Since that was a lie, there was no need to go stay in that school, or Everett, for that matter. Once everything was signed, I was skipping town.
My mother, of course, called me and asked when I would be home for my birthday. I, of course, told her that I wasn’t going home. She was confused by that, but with one quick message with a video file attached to it, my mother quickly tried to explain what happened. Since it was going to be the last time I was ever going to talk to my mother, I let her have it over the phone. I was sure that my motel neighbors could hear every word I was saying, as I was screaming at the top of my lungs.
By the time I was done, having told my mom that I wasn’t ever coming home again, and that it was all her fault—she was in full hysteria. She begged me to come home, to give her a second chance, but I told her that she already had her second chance and she threw it away when she spread her legs for that man. I told her goodbye forever, and then hung up, and blocked all forms of communication from her. The one thing that I would always remember was the way my mother cried as I hung up the phone. Some may say that I was too callous towards her, but she was the one who hurt me the most. In my book, I was in the right, and she deserved to suffer. I would admit that it did kinda feel good to punish my mother for her whorish ways, but I felt unsatisfied. She wasn’t the only one that I needed to punish. I needed to punish him for making my life hell, and for taking everything from me. So I put away my childish game and learned a new skill—hacking.
I took to it pretty well, when it came to learning the mechanics of how to breach a person’s firewall. Luckily, I already knew how to code, and the prospect of spending long hours behind a computer screen was nothing new to me. In just a few days, I managed to find my way into Marcus’s system, and discovered that he had a treasure trove of information saved on his personal computer. Pictures, videos, emails, and texts; all of it was saved to his computer, just so he could go back and reminisce about all his conquests. I found out who he was sleeping with, which people knew about it, and a few things that I didn’t even know, like the hidden police report his grandfather buried to hide his transgressions. I thought it was stupid of him to have such damaging evidence on a simple home computer, but I never pegged Marcus to be a smart guy. He thought with his dick, instead of his inflated head.
Once I had all the dirt I needed to destroy him and all of those who had helped him, I made a copy and sent it out to the FBI. I could have gone with the state police, but I figured either I go big or go home. I doubly made sure that none of it would fall back on me, and erase all traces of my hack from Marcus’s computer. Once that was done, all I had to do was wait.
It took a while—nearly four days, but on the day I signed my final paperwork to graduate early from high school, I was outside in the school parking lot when hell rained down on Everett. FBI agents came swarming in and arrested Marcus. What made it even better, was that he was caught in the act of having sex with one of our teachers. She was arrested, too, as it was illegal for teachers to have any sexual relations with a student. She wasn’t the only one, as a few more teachers, including my guidance counselor, came out in handcuffs.
In the days that followed, news media swarmed our little town and covered the depth of corruption in the school board and police department. Many people lost their jobs, and all the teachers that Marcus had slept with, openly admitted it so they could avoid jail time, but they did lose their teaching certificates. The principal, along with several board members, also lost their job; since it was obvious that they knew about the relationships, but did nothing about it. The state also banned the school for participating in any state-sponsored events, and stripped any titles they’d won in the last four years since Marcus became a student. They were barred from participating for the next decade. Lastly, Marcus’s grandfather was forced to step down due to the role of covering up for his grandson. Marcus’s father, Donald Miller, wasn’t accused of anything, but public opinion about him was in a downward spiral since he did nothing to discipline his child that caused so much harm.
By the end of it all, everyone that helped Marcus was ostracized by the public, including my mother. Before everything happened, my mother tried her hardest to see me, but I was always one step ahead of her. She even contacted Aunt Judy, who wasn’t really my aunt, but my mom’s best friend from college. Aunt Judy called and asked me what was wrong, and I told her what had happened. She didn’t believe me at first, but once the news about Marcus broke out, she understood why I was distancing myself from my mother. She knew that Marcus was bullying me, and sided with me wholeheartedly, at my discretion, to disown my mother. I did leave her an email address just so she had a way to contact me. She promised that she wouldn’t tell my mother about it, and that she would use it if she needed to get into contact. So with everything set and done, and all those who essentially wronged me were properly being punished, either by the law or by the public, I had no reason to stay in Everett.
I bought a used car that was practically new, thanks to my father’s money, and started my life somewhere else. Thanks to my new set of skills, I managed to find work as a freelance cybersecurity consultant where I could hack into companies’ servers to find weak points. I had proven to be quite good at breaching advanced systems, and after some time, I wrote up a nice little adaptive anti-virus software and sold it to a cybersecurity company for millions. I’d also hit the gym, and gained some muscle. Hired an escort and a gigolo, had them teach me how to fuck, and how to talk to women. Had a string of lovers, and flings that would put some men to shame, but no serious relationship though, which was fine with me. Because of what happened, I had a few trust issues, and my relationships never went past a month. That was fine with me though, as I was rich, had the best job in the world, and had my choice of any woman I wanted. For the last seven years, I put everything that happened in Everett behind me, and for a while, I completely forgot about it, until I received a message from Aunt Judy that said she needed my help. So there I was, the one place I didn’t want to be in the whole world.
Chapter 2
“What the fuck am I doing here?” I asked myself, as I now stood in the front yard of my old house.
I must say, it had seen better days. The front yard grass was tall in some places, and bare in others. The exterior of the house needed a good wash as dirt caked the sides, plus, it needed another coat of paint. It was a far cry from the house I grew up in, but still, I wondered why I was there. As I thought of that, I remembered the conversation I had with Aunt Judy moments ago.
***
“Things have changed since you left, Sam. Ever since that day, Everett hasn’t been able to recover.”
“Yeah, I can tell,” I said, as I looked at how the weather looked, compared to the last time I was there.
“After the whole scandal, the town lost a lot of funding. We were able to survive, but without a thriving school system, the town will slowly dwindle. Luckily, some savvy councilman managed to write up a budget to watch the town’s spending and managed to turn some things around, but it will take years before that will happen. Anyway, that was not the reason I called. It’s your mother, she’s going to lose the house.”
“So? Why do I care?” I said, scoffing at her.
“Because she is your mother, and she needs you. I know you are doing well for yourself. I mean, look at the car you drive,” she said, pointing to my tricked-out Lexus IS 500 F Sport. It wasn’t the most expensive vehicle in the Lexus lineup, but it was fast, and it was super comfortable to drive. It was the very first new car that I ever bought, and I treated it like it was my baby.
“So, what do you do by the way?” Aunt Judy asked me.
“I work in cybersecurity,” I said, as I took another sip of my coffee.
“Oh really,” Aunt Judy perked up, “Well it makes sense, you were always good with computers. Glad it paid off for you. Maybe you can stop by and help out at my reality office.”
“Oh yeah, how is it by the way?”
“Slow,” she said, with a little sigh, “because of the town’s slow decline, the real estate value of the homes also dived. Not many people are selling, and not many homes are being built. Although if what the city council said was true, then things might change, so if you are interested in buying a house here, now is the time to buy.”
“I think I’ll pass,” I said, waving her off.
“I kinda figured. This place doesn’t have any pleasant memories for you, right?”
“None, whatsoever. If I could, I would avoid this stinking town altogether,” I told her truthfully.
“I can understand that, but we are not here to talk about you buying a home, but your mother’s. Your mother can’t pay the mortgage and is several months behind her payments.”
“So, that is her fault, not mine.”
“Well, the thing is, it isn’t. With the pandemic and the huge rise of inflation, money was starting to get tight for her. Still, though, I helped her manage a budget that could allow her to keep the house, but it was more along the line of living paycheck to paycheck. It was fine for a while, but then the bank for some reason, raised her mortgage rates. They said it was due to the inflation increase, but I don’t know. Anyway, she couldn’t pay them off, and now they are threatening to take her house, your home.”
“That place is not my home. Not anymore. Besides, if it’s too costly to live there, then sell it and buy a much smaller home, or even an apartment.”
“You would think, but as I told you, the market is down, and the value of their home would not cover the cost of the mortgage. If she sells, then the bank keeps everything.”
“Okay, but what do you want me to do?” I asked her.
“Help pay off what she owes, and maybe fix up the house. If you do, then I could go out and try to sell it at a much higher price. That way your mother could find something more comparable for all of them.”
“Wait, what do you mean…them?” I asked, with a raised eyebrow.
***
I was still shocked to hear what my aunt said next. In truth, if she hadn’t, then I would have told her that it wasn’t my problem, and drove back home to my cozy apartment. But there I was, standing in front of the house that I vowed would never see again.
“Ah, fuck it,” I said, knocking on the door.
It felt strange knocking at a place that I used to call home, but I knew that I wouldn’t be there long. I just needed to pay off her debt, and get the house ready to go to market. Once that was done, then I would hightail it out of there. As I surveyed the front yard and made a chore list in my head, someone called to me from behind.
“Sammy,” a voice called to me. A voice that I thought I would never hear again.
“Hello, Evelyn,” I said, using my mother’s first name. I didn’t know what hurt her more, the fact that I wasn’t calling her mom, or that I was holding up my hand and stopping her from reaching out and hugging me.
“Sam,” her lips started to tremble.
“Look, I am not here for you, or to reconnect. As far as I know, I have no mother. Never had, never will.”
“Oh… Okay,” she said sheepishly, as she bowed her head and tried to hide the tears that were forming in her eyes. She knew she was in the wrong, and that she hurt me greatly. So instead of fighting it, she just stood there, as she felt my indignation.
“But… why are you here?”
“Aunt Judy called me. She said that you were losing the house, and asked me to help out. I’m here because of her—not you.”
“Oh,” she recoiled back, as if my words were like a punch to the gut. “So, you two are in contact with each other.”
“She knew how to contact me. Promised me that she wouldn’t tell you, or else I would cut her out of my life, as well.”
“Oh, well I’m glad you two managed to stay in touch. What did she ask for you to do?”
“Help pay off what you owe to the bank, and fix up this place to put it up on the market. Once that is done, I’m leaving.”
“Oh,” she said, as if there was hope for me to stay around, but that was quickly dashed. “Well, it would be lovely to have you around; even if it’s for a short time. I’m glad that you came to help us out.”
I was about to tell her that I didn’t come to help her out, but a loud rumbling engine drove by and stopped right in front of the house. The sound of air breaks being engaged, followed by the sound of sliding metal and glass. After that, the sound of little feet came trampling down the steps.
“Mommy!” a little girl screamed, as she excitedly exited the school bus and made a beeline toward Evelyn.
“Hey sweetie, how was school today?” Evelyn said, squatting down towards the little girl.
“It was fun, we learned a lot about plants at school, today. Here, look,” the little girl smiled, as she waved a colored drawing of a flower, with all the parts of it labeled.
“Oh my, it looks good. Maybe you can teach it to me,” she said, as she looked at the colorful drawing assignment.
“Mommy, who is he?” the little girl asked, pointing at me.
“Oh, this is Sam,” Evelyn said, while holding the little girl close to her in a motherly way. “He’s your older brother.”
“Bro-Brother,” she said, in a very cute way.
“Yes sweetie, and Sam, this is Rebecca, your little sister.”
Then before I knew it, Rebecca busted forth from Evelyn’s arms, and wrapped her little arms around my leg.
“Yay, I have a brother. A really big brother,” the little girl squealed, as she had a death grip on my leg.
Not knowing what to do next, I placed the palm of my hand on her head, and rubbed it. That seemed to be the right move, as she cooed and began to rub her face against my pant leg, like a cat rubbing against someone to show affection.
We stood like that for a few short minutes, until a small cough broke the silence.
“Come on sweetie, let’s go inside,” Evelyn said.
“But Mommy, I want to spend more time with my big brother,” Rebecca whined.
“Don’t worry sweetie, you will get plenty of time to spend with him. Now, I’m sure that you are hungry. I’m making your favorite.”
“Grilled three-cheese sandwich?” Rebecca asked, in hopeful glee.
Evelyn hummed in response, and Rebecca detached herself from my leg and grabbed onto my hand.
“Come, big brother. Mother makes the best sandwiches in the whole wide world,” she said, as she dragged me into the house. Evelyn tried to hide her smile, but it was obvious that the scene in front of her, warmed her heart.
***
“I left your room just the way you left it. I… I held out hope that one day you would return, and when you did, that you would feel right at home,” Evelyn said, as she watched me place my bag on top of the mattress which had no sheets on it.
“I see,” I said dismissively, once I did a one-over of my former room. She was right, it was exactly the way I left it on that fateful day, minus the dirty clothes on the floor. It also appeared that it had also received a regal dusting.
“Sam, I’m guessing you know who the father is,” Evelyn said, with a bit of a soft tone as if she was afraid of my response.
“That she is Marcus’s daughter, then yes, I know. Her dark skin was kinda a giveaway, unless you fucked some other black man that I didn’t know about.”
“No, Marcus was the only one. I just… I just don’t want you to hurt her. She is sweet and has a big heart. I just don’t want…”
“Look,” I cut her off, “the only reason why I am here is because of her. Aunt Judy told me all about her before I showed up here. If it was just you, then I would have gladly left you to rot and let them take this place. As far as I can tell, he tainted this house when he fucked you in it. So seeing you lose it was all fine for me. But Rebecca, despite being his child, is innocent in all of this. She had no choice in choosing who her father is, or how she came into this world. It would be ignoble of me to punish someone who had nothing to do with your transgressions. Plus, if I did that, then the father would probably slap me upside the head for doing such a thing.”
“I—” she sniffed a little bit, “I see. Well, as long as Rebecca comes out of this unharmed, then I’ll consider that a blessing. I know I wronged you, sweetie. I betrayed you and your trust, by being so blinded by my lust for him. I don’t care what you do to me, Lord knows that I deserve your ire for my transgressions, but maybe with time together, you might be able to forgive me.”
“I doubt it,” I remarked back at her.
“Well, even so, having you here is a blessing. And I promise you if there is a chance to receive your forgiveness then I will do everything in my power to get it.”
“We’ll see,” I said, doubting that there would be anything that would allow me to grant forgiveness.
After that, she told me where she stored the bed sheets and said that while the basement bathroom was still working, one of the shower pipes sprung a leak and needed repair. So for the time being, I would have to use the shower upstairs. Since it was still early for a shower, I decided to put my clothes away and set up my laptop. It’s currently linked to my desktop at my apartment, and while I had no active jobs, I still had to monitor a few clients’ systems in case of data breaches. Luckily, the wifi password was still the same; probably due to the fact that I did all the tech stuff at the house.
After my room was in order, I had Evelyn send me all prudent financial information, about the house and what she owed. While it wasn’t cheap, it was definitely something I could handle financially. The problem was at first glance the bank had radically refinanced the mortgage of the house from one month to the next. That was unusual, and it was something I would have to ask them in person. If there was a way I could save a buck, then I am all for it. The real challenge was the fix list Evelyn gave me. My shower wasn’t the only place where the pipes had sprung a leak. Not only that, but one of the ceiling fans in the house had completely broken down, only half of the burners on the electric stove still worked, and both the washer and dryer were out for the count. They had been doing their laundry at the local laundromat. It was going to cost a lot of money to replace all the appliances and make the necessary repairs and upgrades to the house. In doing so, it would increase the value of the house when it was time to put it on the market.
“Aunty, come here, come here,” Rebecca’s little voice called out, from the door that led into the basement room.
“Slow down, Becky, I just got back,” said a woman’s voice, which for some reason, sounded oddly familiar. I knew it wasn’t Judy as I would easily recognize her voice. I didn’t have to wait too long, though, as I heard two pairs of footsteps coming down the steps. Then the little critters scampered across the room and jumped into my lap.
“Aunty, look, I have a big brother now,” Rebecca squealed, before she leaned up and planted a kiss on my cheek.
“Sam?”
“Oh hello, Kim,” I said awkwardly, as I gave her a soft wave.
“I didn’t know you’d be coming back?”
“Neither did I,” I said, plainly.
“Does Big Brother and Auntie Kim know each other?” Rebecca asked, while looking between me and Kim.
“You can say that. We went to school together,” I explained, to Rebecca.
What Rebecca didn’t know though was that while Kim and I went to the same school, we ran in different social circles. Kim, or Kimberly Sanders, was actually the head cheerleader and the prom queen. She was the last person I would expect to see living in my house. Aunt Judy did tell me that Ms. Sanders was renting out a room from my mother, but I didn’t think it would be Kimberly Sanders.
“Oh goody, then that means we all could be best friends.” Rebecca started to giddy-up in glee, which was starting to hurt my lap.
“Becky, it’s bath time,” Evelyn yelled, from the top of the stairs.
“But mom, I want to spend time with Big Brother.”
“He will be here once you are done.”
“Okay,” the little girl said, in an exasperated sigh.
“Goodbye, Big Brother,” Rebecca said, before placing a kiss on my cheek again. Then skipped her way across the room, up the stairs, and down the hall towards the shower.
“She is something,” Kimberly said, while looking at Rebecca.
“Ummm hmmm,” I hummed my response.
“Sam.”
“Yes?” I asked Kimberly.
“I’m sorry. Sorry for the way I treated you in school.”
“Really, and what brought this on?” I asked her.
“Just… I guess I’m trying to make amends. You know, trying to admit that what I did was wrong. Especially during senior year.”
“Okay,” I said, unsure how to respond to that.
She let out a long sigh, as she was finding it difficult to find the right words.
“Sam, I know you did it.”
“Did what?” I asked, with a raised eyebrow.
“I know you sent in that stuff that sent Marcus to jail.”
“Really, and why do you think it was me?”
“Because Marcus had it out for you senior year.”
“You should know because you were his girlfriend at the time,” I said, and I noticed a noticeable wince coming from her face.
“Yes, I was, and I know I should have stopped him, but I guess I just went with the flow.”
“Still doesn’t make it right,” I said, pointedly.
“You’re right, it doesn’t. Anyway, as to why I suspect you; well, the whole school kinda did. I mean, you left right before everything went down, and you were in the computer club senior year, right?”
“I was, but that doesn’t mean I did it. Maybe I just wanted to get out of that hell hole and do it just in the nick of time.”
“True, but Marcus was going at you those last couple of months. Plus…” she looked up the stairs.
“He was fucking my mom, and bragging about it.”
“Ye—yes, he was, at least not to me. If I had known, then things might have… Never mind,” she shook her head, but that pained look on her face told me that there was more to her story between them. For a long moment, there was an awkward pause between us. It became so uncomfortable, that I decided to move the conversation along.
“Okay then, well all of that aside, how did you find yourself renting the room upstairs?” I asked her.
“Oh, well, I was in… a bad place before coming here. Your mother was a big help in helping me get back on my feet. I’m going to night school now; training to become a registered nurse.
“Good for you,” I said, while nodding to her.
“Yeah. I’m almost done, too. Just a few more credits and I am in. And what about you, what do you do?”
“Cybersecurity. I test company systems, and make sure nobody could get into them.”
“Oh, that sounds a lot of fun.”
“Not really, spend most of my day behind a screen. Luckily, I can make my own hours, and it pays well if you are good at what you do.”
“And are you good at what you do?” she asked, smiling at me.
“The best,” I smirked at her.
“Well, it’s nice to see you, by the way. How long are you planning to stay?”
“Don’t know. Just long enough to pay off what is owed on this house, and make the necessary repairs so we can put it on the market.”
“Oh, so you come to help?” she asked, in a surprised manner.
“Yup and judging by the list I just got, it’s going to be a lot.”
“Oh, well if you need any help. I might be able to pinch in here and there. Your mother has done so much for me; I would like to repay her somehow, and Rebecca is a real peach, I would hate to see a frown on that face.” She paused, as she looked upstairs and then back to me, “I’m sure you’re still settling in. I’ll leave you to it, but maybe if you can, we could hang out, and fill me in on what you’ve been up to these last few years.”
“I’ll think about it,” I smiled at her, to which she seemed to blush, or at least I thought she did. It was difficult to tell due to the low light in the basement.
I wasn’t against going out with Kimberly. While she was dating Marcus at the time, she wasn’t really there when he tormented me. That honor was left to his group of friends. Plus, while Kimberly was at the pinnacle of popularity, she wasn’t one of those ‘mean girl’ people you see on TV. There were even times when she was friends with everyone, until Marcus came into the picture. She also looked pretty good despite the years that had gone by. There were a few noticeable changes, like her once all-blonde hair now had several streaks of black. She kinda looked like a ’90s-era grunge girl, but without the edge. I couldn’t really tell anything else about her, since she was wearing a baggy sweater, but if I went by her face alone, then I could assume that she still had the same tight frame she had in high school.
“Well, maybe coming back here won’t be a total waste,” I said to myself, before I went back to my computer and started researching appliances.
Chapter 3
Since the shower down in the basement was out of order, that only left the shared one that was upstairs. I waited until everyone else had finished up their bath time. Before I took over the basement, the upstairs shared bathroom was where I used to do all my daily hygiene rituals. Before it was a bathroom where a growing young boy would wash off his hormone-enriched BO; now, it was a bathroom dominated by women. The countertop was riddled with beauty hygiene, hair dryers, brushes, and a slew of other feminine products that I had a vague recollection of what they were meant for. It was clear that Kimberly, or Kim, was using that bathroom to get herself ready that day, but there was some of Rebecca’s stuff, too. Her ‘Sesame Street’ shampoo bottle stood broad amongst the others. The colorful toothpaste tube, which was designed for kids, laid open and over the sink basin. A small trail of toothpaste was hanging out and splattered in the sink.
The bathroom was a total mess, but I didn’t have time to clean it up. So as best as I could, I moved several things aside to put down my toiletry bag, and pulled out the travel-size shampoo bottle and body wash that I carried with me. Along with my toothbrush, shaving cream, razor blades, and a small bottle of expensive musk, that the gigolo I had hired, recommended. It had a subtle, fragrant scent that was very pleasing to the opposite sex.
As I started getting undressed, my phone rang as someone was trying to FaceTime me. A smile formed on my face, once I saw the caller ID. It said Alie, so I hit connect.
“Well, hey there stranger, did I catch you at a bad time?”
“Yes, you did, Aliyah,” I snickered back at her.
“Oh really, and what pray tell were you doing, before I so rudely interrupted?”
“I was about to take a shower, just so you know. Now tell me, why did you decide to call me at this wicked hour?”
“Oh, you know. I was wondering if I could convince you to come on over. And maybe allow me to feel that sweet cock of yours scrambling my eggs,” she chuckled, as she made a close-up of her ebony face.
“You know, I can’t. I told you that I would be out of town for a little while.”
“I know, I remembered you had me put a notice in with Cyberdyne before you left. I just hope, given it was your hometown, that you’d be done and on your way back.”
Out of all the people in the world, besides Aunt Judy, Aliyah was the only other person who knew of my full past. After all, when I sold my cutting-edge anti-virus software, it was to Cyberdyne, itself. Later, they added me on retainer for any cyber jobs they had in the future. Aliyah Jones, was my handler, as she would be the one to contact me with any potential contracts. She also was the one that performed the full background check on me. That meant she needed to know my full past. She was sympathetic to my plight, as she had some similar experiences with someone from her hometown, as well. Because of that, we later became good friends, and even friends with benefits.
“I thought so, as well, but circumstances have changed, and it looks like I will be here a little while.”
“Oh, but I was hoping to have you in my bed, right now. Don’t you miss my Hershey pussy,” she said, as she flashed it into the camera.
“I do, it is as sweet as it looks, and when you pull your dark petals to the side, it reveals a very pink, and very juicy inside, that I could eat out for days.”
“Ummmm, you know just what to say to get my juices flowing. Are you sure I can’t entice you enough to pack up your things and drive all night towards me? I’ll make sure to well compensate you for your efforts,” she smiled at me, as she let me wonder what rewards she might have in store.
“Tempting, but what about your significant other? Won’t me being there cause some sort of disturbance?” I smiled at her.
“Oh don’t you worry about that, in fact,” she turned her smartphone, until it was facing her lower half. “After what you did to her last time, she would be more than happy to have you over. Wave to the camera, Sachie, it’s Sammy.”
What stood before the camera was a very beautiful woman named, Sachie Jones—Aliyah’s wife, and devoted love slave. Their relationship was unique, but it seemed to work for them, as Aliyah made all the decisions in tandem, and made the most money, as she was VP in Cyberdyne. Sachie was a true erotic beauty, and when you pair her pale porcelain skin, with Aliyah’s dark ebony one, it was the perfect representation of yin and yang. Even their personalities matched that dichotomy.
“You know, she misses you. She would subtly ask when you would be back. Hmmm,” Aliyah moaned out loud, as Sachie intensified her assault on Aliyah’s pussy. That scene was making me hard. “Sorry, you of all people, should know how great her tongue is.”
“Yeah, I remember,” I said, as I remembered the first time Aliyah introduced Sachie to me, and had her give me a proper blowjob. I came faster and harder than I ever had before, and the weird part was, that I was her first, and only, real cock she had had. Sachie was a pure-as-the-driven-snow lesbian until Aliyah had her mate with me. A decision Sachie was sure glad that was made.
“Tell me, Sam, are you hard right now?”
“What do you think?” I shot back, as I stared at the erotic scene on my phone.
“Show it to me,” Aliyah demanded.
“So forceful, you know I don’t roll that way,” I chuckled, as I began unbuttoning my pants with one hand while holding my phone with the other.
“Oh I know, but I’m too fucking horny to care, now show me that stiff prick that I’ve grown to love… Oh my, just looking at it, that is making me wet,” Aliyah cooed, as she saw my cock spring out of my pants.
Now to set a few things straight, I wasn’t always well endowed. I was quite average when I was young. While what Marcus did to my mother was abhorred, it did teach me one thing; size matters. It was a harsh truth that all men would come to know once they reach the end of puberty. So, after I received my millions from Cyberdyne, I decided to bite the bullet and have an operation done on me to enlarge my penis. I knew that people might snicker at me for having such a procedure done, but if women could have breasts, face, and even butt augmentations to look their absolute best, then why can’t a man do the same with his penis. It may be a decision that I might get ridiculed for, but I was used to people doing that to me, so I saw no downside to it.
After the procedure was done, I gained three inches in length and an extra three inches in circumference. It was a substantial change, as it nearly doubled the size of my cock, as I was pleased by the results. Especially since the recovery process had me take a hormone regimen to help speed the healing process and strengthen the penile muscles. The by-product of it all was an increase in my libido. All in all, the decision to enlarge my penis was a huge success, and when it came time for a test drive, I hired the same escort that took my virginity and taught me how to please a woman. Naturally, she laughed at the fact that I would do such a thing, but after the hour was up, her tune had completely changed. My new cock, and learned skills in the bedroom, allowed me to be a powerhouse in bed. And here, it was causing Aliyah to drool, even from far away.
“Stroke it for me,” Aliyah said, in a heated tone. “Stroke it, I want to see you cum.”
I snickered at her, as I grabbed my shaft, and began to gently stroke the entire length, doing my best to keep my cock in the frame. The soft moans coming from Aliyah’s throat urged me on, as I began to speed up my stroking, and at that moment, I wished that it wasn’t Everett, but balls deep inside Aliyah’s pussy. It became too much for me and for Aliyah, as I heard her faint, muffled cries, which was what she normally did when experiencing an orgasm. I too was about to reach orgasm, but just before I could, my mother walked in through the bathroom door.
“Hey, honey, I nearly forgot to stack fresh… towels,” she paused in shock, as she watched her son stroking his massive cock. I, too, was in shock, but I couldn’t stop for what was about to come.
We stood in stunned silence, as my mother saw me cum hard into the open toilet. Long, thick ropes of milk cum shot forth, and splattered hard against the porcelain bowl. By the time I was done, the back of the fixture was painted in my spunk, but that was the least of my worries.
“I locked the door,” I told my mother, with a heated glare.
“Oh,” she started, as I broke her from her trance, “it’s broken. Sorry,” she bowed her head. But it wasn’t just to show how sorry she was, but to also hide the fact that her face was beat red. She quickly placed the stack of neat towels on the countertop and quickly left the bathroom.
“Sam, who was that?” Aliyah’s voice called out from my phone.
“That was… my mother,” I said, in an exhausted sigh. Then I became even more exhausted when I heard Aliyah laughing behind the phone.
“You got caught by your mom, what are you, fifteen,” she laughed, at my blight.
“Shut up,” I groaned, and I was about to hang up on her, but she quickly stopped laughing and gathered my attention.
“Sam, are you going to be there long?”
“Don’t know, there is a lot of stuff I have to do around here. It might take a week, it might take longer,” I said, truthfully.
“Do you think you’d be back in a couple of weeks?”
“I don’t know. As I said, there is a lot to do over here. But once I am done, I’m not spending another minute in this place.”
“Okay, but get it done as soon as you can. Okay, it’s time for me to taste my wife’s exotic pussy. You know this could be you if you leave right now. Oh well, more for me,” Aliyah smiled, before she flashed Sachie’s wet snatch, followed by a long pink tongue lapping up the ivory skin.
“Shit,” I said to myself, as that one sight alone caused me to become erect again. With nothing else to do, and to not have any more interruptions, I quickly turned on the shower and jumped right in. As best as I could, I rubbed one out while imagining what Aliyah was doing to poor, little Sachie. Aliyah can get kinky when she was horny, and from the way she ended the video, Sachie was in for a hell of a night. That thought was enough for me to spew my load all over the shower wall.
Taking great care, I washed away all the sticky residue, as I remembered that I wasn’t the only one using that particular shower. Once that was done and cleaned, I quickly got out, brushed my teeth, got dressed, and headed back to my room. I was nearly home free, but someone was blocking my path.
“Hello sweetie,” my mother waved at me.
“What do you want, Evelyn?” I asked, in a cold tone. I didn’t know what hurt her worse. The way I was talking to her, or the fact I was not calling her mom.
“I- I came here to apologize for barging in on you. I’m sorry, and I should’ve warned you that the lock to the bathroom doesn’t work. Rebecca has a tendency to leave it locked while closing doors; locking us outside. It happened so much that we decided to remove them from the entire house.”
“Hmm, great, no privacy then,” I groaned to myself, in exacerbation.
“Sorry,” she said, that time with a little bow. “Baby—”
“Don’t call me that. I’m not your baby, I’m not your son. I’m just some guy that just so happened to share blood with you. I’m not here to repair our relationship, because there’s no relationship to repair. You broke that when you promised me you wouldn’t sleep with that man, and what do you do? You slept with him behind my back for months. How long did your promise last, a month, a week, a day, maybe not even that long? I don’t care. You made your choice, and it cost you a son. As far as I care, I’m a stranger doing a huge favor for your friend: Judy. But don’t worry, I will be civil towards you when the others are around. Wouldn’t want to expose poor little Rebecca to that kind of anger, would we.”
My mother nodded to that, as she kept her head down. Trying her best to cover her tears, a sign that I struck something to the heart.
“Is there…” she sniffled a bit, “is there a way we could go back to the way things were.”
“If there was, I doubt it. There is nothing as a mother that you could give me,” I was about to say more, but another chime came from my phone, and a message appeared. It was a close profile pic of Aliyah wearing a strap-on. I smirked at it, as I felt my cock stiffen once again. Aliyah did know how to make me hard, even when I was far away.
“Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have some pressing matters to attend to,” I said, while not so subtly adjusting my dick right in front of her. She had already seen me cum, so there was no point in hiding the fact that I was going to masturbate while I was down in my room.
She took the hint, and with red checks, stepped to the side and let me walk right past her. I could have sworn I saw her catching a glance at my dick, but I didn’t stop to confirm. After masturbating once again, while it gave relief, it wasn’t quite as fulfilling as being with another woman. With a long-winded sigh, I pulled the covers over me and tried to catch some zzzs.
The next couple of weeks were difficult for me, in more ways than one.
Chapter 4
For the last few days, I’ve been pouring myself into making the necessary renovations to up the market value of the house. While most of the stuff were minor fixes, the big ticket items were the appliances. It was a tough pill to swallow, knowing once I spent that money, that I would not get any money back. Luckily, it was nearly the holidays, and that meant one thing—sales. Holiday sales were a great thing for a homeowner wanting to update their home, the only problem was that everyone else had the same idea. This is why customer service recommended that I go into Home Depot and make all the arrangements with their in-house customer service, and that was just one of the headaches that I had to deal with.
Another was that nobody at Everett Community Bank, where the mortgage on the house was being handled, would give me a straight answer as to why the mortgage interest rate had gone up, why they were that high, or why there wasn’t any amicable warning to the owner of that mortgage. It took a while, but as it turned out, Everett Community Bank had been bought out and was now run by a much larger bank that operated in the city that was thirty minutes away—and they would only see me in person, to talk about anything dealing with the mortgage. That is, it would become a major headache for me as I was sure that they were going to string me along.
That wasn’t the only problem I was dealing with. Since I was now living in a place predominantly run by women, and a small girl; there was no place for privacy. It was easy for one of them to run into me while in some state of undress, working on something that needed my entire concentration, and when I needed time to relieve myself. While Rebecca was young and had that child innocence, I really couldn’t get mad at her. Kim was fine, as I found out that she works online as a help desk provider to some company. She spent most of her time in her room behind her workstation, and when she was not, she was out to night class.
The true problem was my mother. She would try to do things to persuade me to forgive her, but all it did was annoy me. She tried folding my clothes, cooking my meals, and offering help when she could, but all she was doing was getting in my way, or making things worse. The more she tried, the more she failed at accomplishing her goal, and she knew it, but she still tried. Tried to find any way, to see even if it was possible to get through my stony exterior.
That was one issue I was dealing with, the other was the lack of privacy.
I had to be aware that anyone could walk in on me, like my mother did, that first night there. It left me incredibly frustrated at times, and the lewd texts Aliyah had been sending me, had made it even more difficult. I found myself most mornings, waking up with a beast of a boner. Try as I might, my hands weren’t cutting it, and with no locks anywhere around the house, I was in a constant state of paranoid awkwardness. Waiting to see if anyone would pop up and catch me in the act; quickly killed the mood for me. I took that as a sign of punishment for breaking my promise and returning to my hometown, and to the house I grew up in. I thought it was something I had to suffer through, but then something completely shocking happened in the morning.
The night before, I received a last-minute message telling me one of Cyberdyne’s clients experienced a data breach. They gave me remote access and allowed me to find the root cause of the attack. I started at eight at night and didn’t stop until I found out that it wasn’t a data breach, but that someone forgot to update the firmware on their servers. That caused an unexpected bug to pop up, and give out a false warning. By the time I wrote everything out and sent in my report, it was well past four in the morning. I slept like a log when my head hit the pillow, and I had one of those dreamless sleeps. At least it was, until I started to feel a warm and wet sensation coming over me. At first, I thought I accidentally wet the bed, an act that I hadn’t done since I was ten. Instead, it had a much more pleasurable aspect to it, as it was centered around my cock.
At first, in my befuddled mind, I thought I was having a vivid, very realistic dream, but the problem was, it felt too real to be a dream, like someone was actually sucking my cock.
“What the fuck,” I said, in a gargled whisper, as I came up from my sleep and felt my stiff prick being wrapped in the softest pair of lips I had ever felt. I leaned my head forward and saw somebody’s head bobbing up and down on my crotch in a very sensual manner.
At first, I thought it was Kim who was doing it. While we hadn’t been extremely flirty, we did share some small moments. No kissing, or any indications of going out, but more along the line of a friendship. Still, that didn’t mean that I didn’t find her incredibly attractive, and the prospect of fucking the prom queen was very appealing, if the opportunity arose, then I would gladly have her in my bed. That’s what I thought when I saw that someone had decided to wake me up with a good morning blowjob, but instead of Kim’s dirty blonde hair, all I saw was auburn. I racked my brain to who I knew that had auburn hair, and only one person came to mind—my mother. That suspicion was only confirmed when I saw her with those soft green eyes, the very same eyes I have.
“What the fuck! What are you doing?” I asked, while trying my best to stifle a moan. With a soft pop, she softly spoke to me while slowly stroking my cock.
“You’ve been quite frustrated as of late, sweetie,” she said, while looking at my cock. “So, I thought that maybe I could help alleviate some of your pain, and frustrations.” Then without another word, she went back and expertly sucked the soul out of my penis.
As much as my mind wanted me to scream for her to stop, my body, for the first time in my life, disobeyed me. After a week of zero sexual relief, like a junkie looking for its next fix, my body wanted its sexual fix. My mind screamed at my body, to shove her out of the way; that she was my mother, and mothers should not be doing that to their sons. But mostly, I didn’t want my mother to make me feel… so good.
I had had a steady stream of lovers over the years, and I had received plenty of blowjobs from them. There was something about having a BFC (Big Fucking Cock), makes certain women want to suck it like a lollipop; some were good, some were so-so, and a few were exceptional. But for some reason, my mother was an order of magnitude far superior to anyone else before her. I didn’t know if it was skill, experience, or the taboo nature of it, but my body didn’t want it to stop. I didn’t want to be separated from her soft, pouty lips, her warm wet tongue, or that soft, humming she did that sent chills down my spine. I just would not allow myself to push her away and run away; so with nothing else to do, I just tried my best to not make it feel good. Tried and failed, I might add, as somehow that made it feel all the better. By the time I reached my end, my knuckles had turned white, as I braced myself for my impending climax. I jerked my body upwards and absolutely flooded her mouth with what felt like a gallon of cum.
I thought with the sheer volume, or the fact that her son was coming inside her mouth, that she would pull back and be repulsed by it. Instead, I felt her hum in self-satisfaction and effortlessly guzzled down my spunk, but she wasn’t done there. She’d gently nursed my cock, in the gentlest way possible, as if she knew that guys’ penises became extra sensitive after ejaculation. She slowly bobbed and nursed, until not one micro-ounce of cum was left un-injected.
“There, hopefully, that should alleviate some of your pain,” she said softly, as she gently put my cock down.
“Wh-why did you do that?”
“You were in pain, and I… I figured that if I could alleviate it, then maybe you could come back to me.”
“By sucking on my cock,” I said, building up some steam.
“Y-yes,” she stammered, as if she was ashamed of herself, “You said that I have nothing to offer that you don’t already have. That I have nothing of value to you. But that’s not true. I do have something to give—my body. My body is what led me into this unfortunate mess that I caused. Maybe it is the very thing that could lead us back together,” she said, as she slowly stroked my cock. “I’m not blind to the way men look at me, at how their eyes linger as I walk by. I know it’s why Mar… that man came after me.”
The mere mention of that made my blood start to boil.
“And I know you used to look at me like that,” my mother said, cutting through my anger and garnering my attention.
“What do you mean?” I asked.
“I mean that I know about the missing bra, and panties, you would steal back then. How some of them would reappear with a few sticky stains. I know what you did with them, but I never brought it up. You were a growing boy, and what you did was natural. Also, it made mommy kinda happy that her son found her attractive, but then… Then on that night, the way you looked at me. I was ashamed of myself. I was ashamed because that light in your eye, when you looked at me, was replaced by pure darkness. That very same darkness that you are looking at me right now,” her eyes teared, as she looked right at me, her hand still grasping my cock which was starting to grow.
“I would give anything to see that light again, to see the way you used to look at me. So if giving you my body is the way to do it, then I would give it a thousand times over. You can use me to your heart’s content. Fuck my mouth, fuck my pussy… you could even fuck my ass, but please be gentle, I’ve never had anyone back there before,” she blushed, but never once lost eye contact with me.
That made my eyes nearly bulge out of their sockets. I didn’t know what shocked me more—the fact that my mother just told me that she never had a man take her ass before, or the fact that she said that I could have it whenever I wanted. I’d never had anal sex before, and it was not for a lack of trying. It was just that not many women were willing to take a cock that big up their rear ends. Most of the girls flat out refused every time I brought it up, so hearing that I had a willing participant, made my cock twitch in anticipation.
“I’ll be available to you, wherever and whenever you want, just please make sure the others aren’t around, especially Rebecca. She wouldn’t understand if she caught us in the act,” she pleaded, but for some reason, that only made me angrier. So angry, in fact, that I grabbed her and flipped her until she was on her back and I was on top.
“What! What the fuck are you doing!” My anger was evident in my words. “Offering your own son your own body. What kind of slut are you?”
“A dirty, filthy slut who would do anything to get her son back,” she said, as she seemed to spread her legs even further, causing her sundress to rise up and reveal her panty-covered pussy. That seemed to have done it for me because what I did next could not be logically explained.
I reached down, ripped her panties right off her crotch, and snaked my cock, hilt deep inside her. I didn’t know what was worse, the fact that I just snaked my entire cock into my mother’s pussy, or the fact that her pussy was dripping wet. So much so, that I felt little to no resistance, when I sank all my cock inside her. Don’t get me wrong, she was tight, at least as tight as a woman who had had children, but also tight enough to tell that she hadn’t fuck in a while, at least, until I started to move my hips.
“Ah, that’s it, baby, use mommy,” she groaned, as she got used to my cock. “Ah, so big, so big.”
“Shut up, you are not supposed to like this,” I growled in anger, as hearing my mother acting like a slut, only infuriated me even further.
“Sorry, baby, it’s just, hmmm, you’re stretching me out so, so, so… goo—OOD!” she screamed, as I grabbed onto her hips, and fucked her on turbo speed.
My anger fuelled my thrusting, as I fucked her harder, faster, and more intensely than any other woman I had ever been with. For some reason, I was literally fucking my frustrations out and into her. All the years of anger, rage, heartache, everything that I felt on that day, was thrust forward and into my savage assault on my mother, and she seemed to take it in stride.
“That’s it, baby, let it out, let it… all out,” she gasped, as I seemed to hit a sensitive spot; causing her to clamp down on my shaft. I groaned at the sudden pressure, but I bit my tongue to make sure she didn’t know that I was enjoying it, too. Then her whole body seemed to flinch and constrict together, and for the first time in my life, I heard my mother curse.
“Oh, sh-shiiit. I’m, I’m cumming. Oh fu-fuuuck, mmmm,” she moaned, trying to keep quiet, by burying her face in the pillow—but she was not quiet enough.
“Did you just cum, while you let your son fuck you?” I asked, in a heated tone.
“Y-yes, sorry, baby. But you’re making mommy feel so good. Hmmm, so big,” she repeated the last part, over and over and over again, as small ripples ran through her body.
“You are a fucking slut, a whore who would get off at any cock that was inside them.”
“Yes, baby, I’m a whore. I am a big fat whore, so please punish me. Punish me for all the pain I caused for my whorish ways,” she begged, as she once again was on the cusp of another climax. When she came, something inside me snapped. I threw all thought and reason to the wind, and just defaulted to my most basic of instincts. To me, she was not my mother, or a woman for that matter. To me she was just a hole that I needed to fuck my frustrations out of. So I did. And for the next forty minutes, I used her body like my own personal theme park.
I rode her hard, until I was about to burst. From there, just before I was about to burst, I pulled myself out of her gripping pussy, scooted up, and freed her massive breasts. I remembered that she used to be in the double-D range when it came to cup sizes, but when I hefted her massive mammaries, I knew that she definitely had gone up a cup size or two. They felt unbelievably soft, as I gave each of them a nice squeeze, which caused my mother to moan in contempt, but still, she did not resist. Keeping to her word, I could use her body how I saw fit. So with her tits laid bare to the world, I sandwiched my cock right between their massive flesh. I didn’t last long when it came time to give myself a tittyfuck, and with how wet my dick was from all of my mother’s juices, it made for a very pleasurable experience.
“Baby!” my mother squealed, as I unleashed another impressive load all over her face and her tits, but I didn’t stop there.
Either by anger, rage, or lust, my cock seemed to not diminish an inch of hardness, and when I ripped my cock free from her breasts, I proceeded to use her mouth like it was my own Fleshlight, and like always, she did not put up a fight of any kind. By the time I unloaded another load into her mouth, her entire lower half was covered in both cum and saliva, but I was not done, yet. Miraculously, my cock was still hard after my third load, so I decided to degrade her even further, by taking her like a common dog. Now on all fours, her sundress ripped away and laid on the bedroom floor. I lined up my cock and sank all eight inches of it inside her drenched pussy. Her ass rippled with each and every hard thrust. The sounds of loud slapping sounds filled the basement apartment, followed by the moaning of a bitch in heat. Then, finally, when it came to my finish, I debated whether or not I should fill her pussy, just like how Marcus did all those years ago. It was a sinful and taboo act, but my body wanted to commit that ultimate sin, and it would seem my mother also wanted me to commit it, too.
“It’s… It’s okay, sweetie; mommy is protected. Let it all out, hmmm… inside me,” she panted, as it was starting to be too much for her. Well hearing that, put me and her over the edge, because I was now a runaway freight train, and there was nothing in this world that could stop me from flooding her womb.
I bellowed out a large scream, as I dug myself deep inside her; digging myself until I was at the absolute deepest while inside her. Then, when I couldn’t go any further, I released what was left inside my nutsack and dumped it straight into her. Then when my scalding-hot cum branded her warm, soft, and wet insides. My mother had an orgasm that topped any orgasm that I had seen before. Her whole body shook in my grasp, and by the time she was done, the whole upper half of her body gave way and she landed face first onto my bed sheets. Eventually, I, too, lost all strength in myself, as all that hate, anger, lust, and frustration began to be released and then faded away from my body. Now tired, sweaty, and deprived of all my bodily fluids, my vision started to blur as I was about to drift right back into sleep. But before I did, I felt the weight of the bed shift. I looked over to the side and saw my mother getting up and standing over the bed.
“I hope that this in some part alleviates some of the stress you have for me, my sweet boy. But if it didn’t, then please call out to me, and I’ll be there to serve at your pleasure. Day or night, my body is yours to do as you wish.” Then, before she left, she leaned down and placed a soft kiss on my forehead; an act she hadn’t done since I was sixteen. She did it because I told her Marcus decided to throw me in the trash can because I just so happened to walk right in front of him. He was a real ass back then, but my mind was more focused on my mother as the sound of her sandals, the only item of clothing she had on, slapped away on the concrete floor. I managed to see her large, shapely ass when she stopped and bent down to pick up her dress. As she did, her cheeks parted just a little, and thanks to the aid of the morning light, I saw the glistening of pearly white cum leaking out of her snatch. That was the last thing I saw before I drifted right back into a dreamless sleep.