Title: Your Secret Is Safe
Keywords: mF, voy, cheat, mdom, humil, teen, mat
Author: Caesar
Summary: John ends up pimping his mother for his buddy Dan, but hates it.





There was a young fellow named Kimble
Whose prick was exceedingly nimble,
        But fragile and slender,
        And dainty and tender,
So he kept it encased in a thimble.

 

Your Secret Is Safe

by Caesar, copyright 2005

$Revision: 1.3 $ $Date: 2007-12-02 07:47:46 $

Mother stood there at the entrance to our living room holding father's
robe closed with both hands, frozen in fright that I should be home.

Dan looked from me to my mom and then back - a smirk growing on his
lean handsome face.

Me, I just stood there mouth open - my heart felt as if a hand
clenched it while my lungs seemed to stop working.

Just when I felt dizzy and thought I may fall to the carpeted floor
beneath me, mother spun around and rushed deeper into our home.  A
gasp of despair the only sound from her until the door to my parents
room slammed shut.

If there had been any chance of a misunderstanding, it had
disintegrated with mother's response to my intrusion into my own home.

Dan shrugged and finished zipping up his jeans as my eyes coldly
turned towards him.

Here was my best buddy - the guy who bragged he could fuck any married
woman in our neighbourhood.  Of course, I thought at the beginning of
the school year, that it was just another stupid boast that guys like
to do.  Yet in the last five months, Dan has shagged 8 women - all
over forty years of age.  One was even the principal of our school.
He bragged that shagging a married woman was too easy - much easier
than guys our own age.

To put it simply, I thought him a god.

He pulled his favourite tee-shirt over his head before returning his
eyes to me - they held no remorse at all.

Before I could open my mouth to say a thing - anything - Dan spoke up,
"Aren't you going to ask me how your mom was?"

My mouth moved but nothing came out - of course it was obvious what he
was referring too.  My god - what will this do my parents marriage?

He saw and probably even understood my silence and shocked look, "It
wasn't the first time you know?"  My best buddy wanted me to ask,
wanted to tell me how mother was in bed.  He sat down in my dad's
favourite chair and began to pull on his socks.  By his feet I saw
white cotton half beneath the couch - mother's panties!

When his feet was covered Dan stood back up and strode before me.
"Well... are you going to say something?"

Like what?

He must have realized that my silence was shock - that I was not going
to come out of it any time soon.  Dan sighed before tentatively making
a suggestion, "Why don't you go to the mall and play some arcade games
- I'll calm your mom down and then meet you there.  Okay?"

Leave?  I get to leave!  It was the first sensible thought I've had
since getting home.

I turned and left without a word.

 -*-

I didn't play any arcade games as Dan suggest - but sat sipping the
same bottle of water for nearly ninety minutes.  All I could think of
was my mother laughing lightly as she stepped into the room, the front
of her robe open so that I could see the dark brown inverted triangle
between her legs and one of her round white tits.  Dan had paused
behind her, then slipped around and just starred as mom seemed to
realize she was exposed before covering herself.  Then that terrible
silence.

My life felt over.

How can I explain my parents marriage - it was worse than others and
better than some.  At least from my perspective.  Mom and dad, when
home at the same time, which was rare in itself, barely spoke - never
went out together.  Yet they rarely fought, both worked long hard
hours and both loved me very much.  At least my parents were still
together - which is more than I can say for many of my peers at
school.

How long has this been going on?  Why would mom do this?

Dan sat down across from me before I realized he had shown up.

"How is mom?"  Seems my voice is working again, it seemed the best
question to ask if not a little weird in asking my best buddy that
very question.

"Better."  He studied me for a few pregnant seconds before continuing,
"You gave her a real fright there John."

Me?

"It wasn't easy but I calmed her down."  Dan chuckled to himself
before explaining, "She actually thought her life was over."

That was the first thing that Dan had said that made sense to me.
"How long have you and mom...?"  I couldn't help it and I knew I was
glaring dangerously at my best buddy - he simply ignored it though.

"Fucked?  Six weeks."  That long.  Did he have to use that word to
describe what they were doing together?  I thought he was doing that
big-titted woman two blocks down and asked him.  "She?  I haven't
fucked her in weeks.  Your mom really is a hot piece John."

I felt my face heat up and knew it was turning red with growing rage.

Just as I was leaning over to threaten my best buddy, to tell him to
go to hell, or to perhaps wrap my hands around his fucking neck - he
interrupted with another chuckle, "She really loves it John.  I mean,
your mom does not know the meaning of 'no'.  She will do anything!"

The water that I had already consumed felt as if it were about to come
back up.

When Dan originally made his boast about fucking the over-forty babes
in our neighbourhood, it became a game for us.  He would shag one of
the old sluts and then tell me all about it - what sounds she makes,
her likes and her dislikes, even how she tastes.  I'm sure we have sat
talking about his conquests for many hours.  There was that openness
between us because of these talks - we simply spoke about how it is.
I revealed my pitiful conquests with girls my age, Dan would explain
in detail what he had done with one of their mothers - for example.

When Dan said 'anything', he meant it.  This coming from a guy who
liked married older women - to leave them with an overflowing cunt
full of cream, or perhaps a good facial or tit-job before sending them
home to their husbands and kids.

My god - I felt the blood drain from my face when I realized that that
was what Dan was talking about with my own mother.  She would do
'anything' and, of course, Dan liked it kinky.

"Listen buddy - things might be a little strange around your house for
a while until your mom gets used to it."  What 'things'?  Either Dan
was ignoring my disgust and my rage or he was so excited and selfish
that he did not even notice.  "I gave her a nice hand-job before
leaving - she gets real complacent after she orgasms.  So don't bring
up what happened this afternoon okay?"

My eyes trailed down to the one hand above the table, wondering if
those were the fingers that had been inside my mother's sex.

Taking a sip of water, my mouth having become so dry, I asked, "You
want me to pretend it never happened?"

Dan looked at me for a second, perhaps reading me before answering,
"No not that buddy - I have a better idea."  He leaned in
conspiratorially.  "I want you to pimp her for me."  He then leaned back
triumphantly.

Did my ears hear right?  What the hell is he talking about!  Rage was
filling every part of my being - he wanted my mother as a whore?

It was the first indication that Dan had seen any sort of emotion from
me, and waved his hands between us, "Calm down John!"  Which of those
fingers had been inside mom?  Did they still smell of her?  Dan often
let me sniff his fingers after shagging one of his conquests.  "I
don't mean it like that!  I want you to help us be together - your mom
and I."

What?

"Geez!  I thought it would be your mom that was the tough sell.
Listen John, I told her that you have known about she and I fucking
since the beginning.  I told her that you approved and that you were
happy for her."

I took another long drink of water, not believing what I was hearing.

"She was, like, fucking hysterical or something until I got her knees
apart and brought her off again."  'Again' - how many times did Dan
bring my mom to orgasm this afternoon?  "Then I was able to convince
her that you will keep our secret and that you will even help us be
together."

This was all too incredible to believe.  "There is no way she believed
that!"

Dan smirked and explained, "She did... after I explained that you are
gay."

 -*-

The house was incredibly silent, so quiet that it was thunderous, as I
closed the garage door behind me.

Dad mustn't be home yet.

"Mom?"

"John?"  Mom strode to the end of the hallway, leading from the
kitchen.  Her face was very pale and she looked terrible, scared and
deeply hurt.  I hated seeing her like that.

We stood hallway length apart and starred into the others eyes for a
long silent time when finally mother asked nervously, "I made pot
roast."

Training kicked in, "Sounds good."  My eyes trailed down her clothed
body and I wondered about the naked woman that I had seen earlier -
seeing my best buddies hand, in my mind's eye, between those pale soft
looking thighs.  No matter how much I think of it, I can't picture
mom's face twisted with passion as Dan brought her off with his
fingers.

Colour was returning to her face, as I realized my appraisal of her
clothed body must be obvious to her.  How could she believe I was gay
- hadn't I brought home any of my dates?  Well, actually I haven't.
Most girls I went out with lasted one or two dates and I don't recall
a single one that mom might have met.

Then the phone rang.

Mom disappeared back into the kitchen and I heard her answer it.  In
only a few seconds she called out, "John, its for you?  Its Dan."

I followed mom into our kitchen, smelling wonderful with the perfectly
cooked roast and vegetables, and took the phone from her hand.
"Hello?"

"Hey buddy.  I take it things are okay over there?"

Mom stood arms length next to me, wringing a dishcloth with her
white-knuckled hands unconsciously while watching me closely.

"Things are...", what could I say?  I had no idea how I even felt
about all this.  "...okay."  It just came out.

Another chuckle through the receiver of the phone - I was really
starting to dislike his one-sided laugh.  This game of ours was okay
when it was someone elses mom.  "Will you and your dad go out tomorrow
morning about eleven... say for two hours?"

"Two hours?"  I turned and looked at mom, her eyes moving away from my
own.  "Eleven tomorrow?"  He wanted to fuck my mom while I distracted
dad.  Mom was looking very embarrassed, very uncomfortable.  I felt
maliciously vengeful all of a sudden, "Want me to leave the back door
open for you Dan?"

Another chuckle, "I have a key buddy, but thanks."

I put my hand over the speaker and hissed at mom, "He has a key."  Her
eyes quickly looked into my own before again turning away.  Its
obvious that she gave him that key.

"Tell your mom that I want her to wear the white stockings for me
tomorrow will ya buddy?"  Dan was enjoying this.

With my hand still over the speaker of the phone I hissed, "He says to
wear the white stockings mom."

I just glared at mom for several lengthy seconds before she quickly
nodded in acceptance, her eyes trying to unsuccessfully tear away from
my angry gaze.  Her non-verbal answer caused my stomach to turn into
knots.  "She can't wait Dan."

Mom's face turned bright red.

Dan must have sensed my displeasure, my anger, and knew it time to go
- he thanked me then hung up.

Mom started to turn away, the call at an end, and return to supper -
obviously anxious to get away from my piercing angry gaze.

I had to break the thick silence, "I am not gay mom."

She looked at me over her shoulder quickly, as if judging me, before
answering, "Dan told me how the two of you used to 'experiment'
together."

Oh god!  That fucking lying bastard!

Before I could defend my honour against this slanderous remark, one
that hit me right into my teenage homophobic soul, mom continued.  "I
am certainly in no place to judge you."  I sensed otherwise from her
but realized it was fruitless to continue this discussion.

 -*-

Dad took me to his club for an early lunch and we talked 'guy stuff'.
Mostly golf and sports.  He asked me about school and girls - both of
which I mumbled some answers.

He was clueless and I felt ashamed with my knowledge!

Mom was home right this moment, wearing white stockings and probably
nothing else.  Was she on her knees with her round plump bum up in the
air?  Or on her back with her toes pointed towards the ceiling.

I loved my dad and until my shock the day before, I would have said
the same about mom.  How could she do this to him?  So they didn't
have a passionate relationship any longer, does it matter?  They made a
vow before god and now mother is slutting herself to her son's best
friend.  And she and Dan wanted me to be an accomplice.  Keep dad
distracted while they fuck!

Dad, being the normal clueless middle-aged man he was, did not even
sense my barely contained rage, my disgust.

Then I saw him checking out a waitress's bosom as she bent over to
pick up a fork.  That single leer from him placed doubt in my mind
about how solid my parents marriage was.  Was dad fucking someone too?
Did mom and dad even love each other any longer?

Dad saw me catch him looking and he made some typical bravado comment,
winking at me as if it was our secret.

If he only knew the secrets I held!

 -*-

"I haven't had a woman that gets so wet so quickly buddy."

Once, Dan had a widow down the street that peed when she orgasmed - I
guess this was different.

We sat at our favourite haunt, the mall food court and he could not
shut up about fucking my mom.

I never asked him a question about the two of them, I never gave any
indication that I wanted to hear anything about what when on - but the
shit just rolled out of Dan's mouth.

"And she seems to love the taste of herself.  I mean it gets me
fucking hot to see her lick the fingers off that were just inside her
cunt."

Did he have to refer to my mother's anatomy as 'cunt'?  Who cares if
we both used such terms for other girls of any age - this was my mom!

Why haven't I beaten the shit out of Dan?  Why haven't I threatened
mom to tell dad unless she gave up her teenage affair?

Around the house mom avoided me, could not meet my eyes.  She knew I
knew.  Hell, she probably can guess how her young lover is giving her
only son all the dirty intimate details.

So the reason I hadn't put a stop to their tryst is that I was
enjoying mothers humiliation.  The slut deserved to feel how she does,
knowing that her son realizes what kind of woman she is.

With that thought I interrupted Dan as he was, no doubt, about to tell
me more details of my slut mother, "Dad won't be home until after
seven tonight Dan, why don't we head to my place."

Dan's face looked suspicious and then surprised and then finally
joyful.  "That's a great idea buddy."  He understood me perfectly.

We strode to my place in near silence - as close to it as Dan can get.
It was my chance to ask him how it started.

"Well... its like this John... I could not help but notice how our
eyes often met and held.  If she had been someone elses mom, I would
have jumped at the chance."  This was the first and only time I heard
anything resembling regret or guilt on Dan's part.  "When the flirting
started I knew she was hot to trot."  I never heard anyone actually
use that term before, other than some dumb television show.  "I went
slowly at first, hugs and innocent touches."  He smiled at the memory,
his mind far away.  "She ground her groin into me the first time I
grabbed her ass.  I knew then she was going to be a great lay."  He
chuckled humorously to himself the rest of our walk.

"Mom, I'm home and I brought Dan!"  I could not help but smile
maliciously as I said this.  Mom slipped into the end of the hall,
looking nervously at me and her young lover.

While looking her right in the eye, "I told Dan that dad won't be home
until after seven tonight mom."

Shock registered on her face but her eyes moved slowly to her young
stud.  As did my own.  Dan was just standing there smirking towards
her, already starring at her mid-section - probably imagining what he
would be doing to her in only a few minutes.

"You look delicious Sarah."  His enthusiasm was obvious in his voice.
Mom stole a quick look at me as her cheeks turned red.  "Good enough
to eat!"  His bawdy laugh irritated me but I saw the corner of
mother's lips curl in a smile.  She really liked this jerk!

Dan casually stepped down the hall to mother, turning her around and
wrapping his arm about her waist.  His hand, though, slipped down and
grasped my mothers meaty ass before looking over his shoulder at me,
"We'll see you in a while buddy!"  My best friend, or should I now
call him my ex-best friend, looked very pleased with the situation.

Mom turned to look at me nervously over her shoulder before she was
lead away - her cheeks still a bright red.

Bitch.

 -*-

Silence for nearly ten minutes before I heard a low moaning come from
up the stairs, from the spare room.  It was mom, as evident from the
quickly increasing volume of her moans.  Without any accompanying
noises, I guessed Dan was going down on her - doing as he promised
only minutes before.

I sat in dads chair starring at the black television as my mind
listened to every sound coming from upstairs.

Mother's pleasure was getting louder and more desperate and I knew
what was coming... or rather, whom.  And when it did, I listened in
amazement how passionate my own parent was.  How little do kids really
know about their parents right?

Silence again and I wondered if I would see Dan come smirking down the
stairs while zipping up his pants.  Fucking jerk.

Then more noises, the old spare bed was squeaking, mother started to
moan slowly again and other, unfathomable noises.  It increased but I
was distracted by a loud smacking of flesh and guessed that mom just
got her ass slapped.

I knew Dan enjoyed spanking a woman's backside - turns him on that a
woman double his age gets hot from a boy spanking her bare ass.

This lead me to guess that my mom was upstairs on the spare bed, its
covers in disarray, on her knees with her big ass up in the air.  Dan,
of course, was kneeling behind my mom, looking down at her ass hole,
at his cock moving in and out of her very wet sex.  Did her pale skin
have a red hand-print from the smack?

I shook the images from my mind, forcing my eyes to again focus on the
black television before me.

The bed frame was now bouncing enough that it was overshadowing the
other noises coming from mother, hitting the floor and probably the
wall as the two lovers fucked like mad.  I would rather hear mom's
moans of pleasure than that old bed bouncing around - but of course,
they were going at it like animals that they caused the furniture to
jump around.

Finally I heard Dan moaning... more a growl really, and knew what was
happening.  Mother let out a screech before a pregnant silence ensued
and all was still that it was thunderous.

Dan just came in my mom's cunt.

Nearly twenty minutes later I heard bare feet descending the stairs
and knew it to be mom.  I sat starring at the dark television screen,
not turning to look at her at all.

Slut!

I heard her step lightly into the kitchen, heard the fridge door open
then close after a few seconds.  Then the feet approached the back of
my chair and then stopped.  Silence and I tired to unsuccessfully
listen to my mom's breathing.

"I came down to get Dan a beer - I brought you one as well?"  Mom
stepped closer and her hand was thrust towards me with the beverage.

Mom never offered me a beer before - being only sixteen, mom forbade
me from drinking until I was of legal age.  Perhaps this was her way
of asking for my forgiveness or perhaps a truce.  Did she even know
how I felt about all this?

I ignored her hand.  "Have fun?"

Silence - I could picture her face bright red with humiliation right
that moment.  I should feel nothing but pleasure at her discomfort, as
I had planned by inviting Dan over, but I felt only nauseous.  The
beer and hand disappeared from my view.

"I knew this must be awkward for you honey...?"  She stopped talking,
possibly feeling my barely contained fury.  What could she possibly
know?  My mom is a fucking cheating slut!

Again the thick awkward silence.

Then mother did something that surprised me, she stepped right up
behind me and I felt her lips kiss the top of my head lightly.  "Thank
you John."

Those small bare feet quickly stole back up the stairs.

 -*-

It really is my fault that things went a little crazy after that
point.  I mean I didn't have to tell Dan about dad not being home that
night, bringing him home and then sitting in silence listening to my
mom and him fuck like rabbits.  Dan took this to mean that there were
no limits between the three of us and that I was truly helping him
to continue to shag my mom.

I think he got off on it a little - feeling my mom's humiliation just
as another kinky act that got his rocks off.

Each night that dad was not due home I would tell Dan by bringing him
home after school or calling him up to come over so the two of them
could fuck.  Mom would silently go off with her young bull, with an
awkward glance at me, to another room in the house where they fucked
like animals.  Often, after they were finished, mom would kiss my
cheek or forehead and thank me.  For what, I was never sure.

This happened about three times a week for a long while.

I figured Dan would tire of my old mom and move on to the next
middle-aged conquest.  I silently prayed he would.  And do you want to
know something - he did.  That's right, he tired of taking my mom into
a different room and fucking her while I listened.  So being the kinky
prick that he is, he started to initiate things between them while I
was in the same room.

The first time I sat at the table and watched them kiss passionately
by the kitchen sink as his hand slipped beneath mother's skirt all the
way to her hidden crotch.  She looked nervously at me as her young
lover obviously enjoyed himself.

Since I said not a single word - Dan took this as another barrier that
did not exist.  He would stand talking to me with mom before him,
fondling her big ripe breasts, or slipping his hand down the front of
her pants.  Mom, all the while, looking apologetic at me while her
pleasure rose.

I saw my mother's 'fuck face' then - how her eyes seemed to roll up
into the back of her skull, how her mouth tended to open wide, how her
nostrils flared.

The old slut was putty in my buddies hands and it was obvious that she
denied him nothing.

Dan has even begun to disrobe my mom before leading her off to another
room to fuck - down to her panties, her arms failing to cover those
wide brown nipples upon her big hanging breasts.  I could see how her
white bikini panties became discoloured with juices.  Mom, all the
while, starring at me in silence.  Was she horrified, as she should
be, humiliated?  Or did this use of her in this fashion before her son
turn her on?

The thought disgusted me!

Didn't it?

 -*-

When dad stayed at home more frequently those few weeks - mom got into
the habit of picking Dan and I up from school.  From there she would
drive to a cheap motel at the outskirts of the city, check in, and
then Dan would lead her up to the room while I sat in the car and
waited.  Usually I drove Dan and then mom and I home after they were
done.  She always seemed a little glassy-eyed after a good hours fuck.

Slut.

It was on one of these drives that mom and I got stuck at a railway
crossing just as a long train moving slowly across before us.  We had
just dropped Dan off at his house minutes before.

The silence was thick as we both watched the train cross.  When it
suddenly stopped I threw my hands up in frustration - it would be at
least ten minutes before we could continue.

Mom stole another look at me.  She often did this now - saying little
but aways looking, probably judging me.  Yea, your faggot son was
pimping your ass out to his best buddy mom.

Stupid old cow.

It was my mom that must have had the need to break the silence, "Thank
you again honey."

For some reason, this time she thanked me it only infuriated me.  "For
what mom?"  I nearly called her a 'slut', now that would have been
interesting.

Mom took a deep breath before responding, "For helping an old lady."

That comment took me by surprise and in truth I had no idea what she
was talking about.  If anyone was helping her, it was Dan - giving it
to her as often as they could meet.

My confused silence must have been obvious, mom reached out and took
the hand upon the gear shift with hers, "I knew you must not think
highly of me... what I am doing with your friend...?"

"What you are doing mom is fucking."  My anger could not have been any
less obvious.

Mom turned away, her hand still on my own though, and took a handful
of deep breaths.  "You have no idea what its like John.  To be in a
loveless marriage - to have your husband ignore you."

No I didn't - but then there was her marriage vows.  That had to mean
something right?

Then she surprised me, "I know I'm a big fool - acting like such a
slut with Dan."  Her face again turned towards me and this last
revelation dissipated some of my anger and I turned towards her, our
eyes locking.  "I've never felt this way before - never had a boy... a
man who wants to be with me like he does.  I know I am acting like an
unrestrained child - doing things I never even considered before - but
I feel more alive at those times than at any other."

This was the lengthiest thing she had said to me in months and do you
want to know something, it strangely made sense.

"I know it can't last and a part of me is desperate for it to end, so
it can be over and I can stop worrying about your father finding out,
so that you will stop looking at me with so much hate."  Mom sobbed
and turned away.

For the first time, probably ever, I was seeing the real woman that
was my parent.  She was more complex than I had ever considered - she
had desires and needs of course, but she also had responsibilities and
guilt.  She was a middle-aged softly-padded housewife with a balding
chubby husband that took her for granted and a son that would rather
be someplace else than with her.  Was that the life she is fated to
lead?  Does she ever regret saying those fateful words 'I do' so many
years ago?

Mother had composed herself enough that she could continue, though she
did not turn her head my way, "I thank you as often as I can because
you keep my dirty secret even though you have no idea why and because
I love you more than anything else in my life.  And I will always love
you no matter what you do or say John."  She cried quickly into her
hands, the one having disengaged with my own seconds earlier.

Suddenly the anger within me was gone, the need to see my mom
humiliated and torn apart with guilt disintegrated.  For the first
time in my life she was not just 'my mom' but a woman and I could feel
her lonely pain, her sorrow.

I should speak up, to tell her that I didn't hate her and that I loved
her - but I only sat in silence and watched the train pass by.

 -*-

Though I had not said a word on that fateful car trip, mom seemed to
have lost some of her embarrassment.  When Dan exposed her bare ass or
her breasts, she did not turn a bright red and look away.  She still
looked uncomfortable and nervous, but she had told me her deepest
secret - even darker than being used by an over sexed teenage pervert.
I was her confidant and I knew what lay in her soul.  She told me she
loved me and that nothing could come between that love.

Little did I realize what this meant between us.

I no longer had the desire to sit still and listen to Dan shag my mom
in the other room.  I did not want to stand before them as he slipped
a hand into her panty.  My disgust and anger towards her redirected
towards my best buddy Dan and less so towards my father.

My mom was the pawn in this misadventure, slave to her bodies desires
and to her lonely soul.  My love for her only grew as the weeks turned
into months.

Dan realized this as well and tried harder to humiliate my parent, to
increase that silent anger within me.  That kinky part of him needed
it like fuel for his libido.  Instead, mom would stand silently naked
before me as he mauled her flesh, my eyes sad but comforting, mothers
thankful and pleased.  We shared a secret and Dan knew now what it was
and he hated that.

Then Dan turned these exhibitionist moments into something more graphic
- it was in his nature to push the envelope.  Sex between them became
more open and I saw my buddies pink hard penis within my mothers mouth
and between her thighs.  He would be talking to me as she knelt naked
at his feet, stroking his pink thing until it spit into her face and
hair - all the while I sat across from them.  He spanked her and even
fucked her in the ass as I sat watching.

I never wanted to see those sights, of course, but I now understood my
parent better.  She certainly enjoyed some, but not all, of this
attention.  Though it was obvious she would have preferred it to be in
private.  Mom really did seem to enjoy the fact that a sixteen year
old could get hard by simply being with her - her middle aged sorrow
overshadowed by the lust of a teenager.

Dan used my mother, often before my very eyes, and I said and did
nothing.  Mother needed this, even wanting it - but hated how her life
forced her to submit to this oversexed jerk.

Then one afternoon after school Dan and I sat in my living room as my
naked mother was slowly sucking his cock, he told me how he had
'finger banged' his own mom the night before.

Dan never noticed but I saw mom stiffen in shock.  He continued,
"... she is just like all the rest buddy, ready to fuck anyone willing
to even look at them."

Of course this statement, the whole damn conversation, was designed to
humiliate my parent.  She being just another example that his words
held more than a little truth to it.  Dan placed both his hands over
my mom's head to ensure she could not end the blow job.

"I think tonight I am going to get the old lady to give me a blow job."
He laughed loudly at this and I hated him more than ever but in truth
I did not care what he did with his own mom.

The truth of this whole conversation was that he was tiring of my mom.
She and I knew it.  And I looked and found the tears escaping her
tightly clenched eyes.  The reality of this more evidence that she was
meant to be a lonely old woman.

"She admitted to me last night that dad hadn't fucked her in over a
year.  Its so fucking easy buddy.  Not even a fucking challenge."

This day had turned dark and something evil - and I knew for Dan this
was it, he would not push my mom this far without discarding her in
the end.  Perhaps he was even discarding me, our friendship.  I had
served a purpose in the pleasure I brought in helping him humiliate
this woman kneeling before him.  Now that it was at an end, how could
our friendship continue?

"Take your mother here John, she was so desperate for a hard cock, she
would have fucked a dog if you had a pet and it got a hard on looking
at her."  I doubt mother would have gotten that desperate - but there
was truth in that mother fell for the first guy, I won't call Dan a
'man', that got hard for her.  Of course, she probably regrets the
truth of this more than I could ever understand.

"Old ladies are so fucking predictable buddy - give them one orgasm
and they worship the ground you fucking walk on!"  He laughed loudly
at this statement.  When he calmed down he continued, though it was
obvious his pleasure was mounting possibly with the added fuel of his
humiliating calculated words, "Want to know something John - your mom
is such a fucking slut that she came as I peed all over face and tits
last week.  She is so pathetic that if I told her it turned me on to
see her kill her old man she would fucking do it!"  More laughter.

I snapped.  After months of witnessing this behaviour, it had gotten
too much.  I knew it was over, Dan had planned it this way.  But I
think he planned a ending different than the one I gave him.

I jumped up out of the chair and launched myself across to the couch.
Shoving mom away from us, I punched Dan in the face repeatedly as we
rolled onto the floor.  Mom was screaming for us to stop while Dan
tried to defend himself, then to fight back.  But I kneed him in the
balls, hit him in the face again and again and the red of my anger
caused his face to distort with blood.

Then it was over and Dan rushed from the room crying like a baby while
touching his abused and very bloody face.  The door slammed on his way
out. Did he remember to zip up his jeans before leaving or was he
running down my street with his pecker bouncing pathetically in front
of him?  Perhaps one of his earlier conquests were looking outside
right now, seeing what their secret lover had become.

Mom covered her face and sobbed loudly before rushing from the room.

I was left trembling with rage and adrenaline while asking myself why
I did not defend my mother in this way months ago.

 -*-

Dan was not at school for nearly a week and when he did he avoided me
like the plague.  The few times we passed each other in the hallway I
saw his look of fear.  He had pushed it too far and knew it.  He was
simply an ant to be squashed or ignored for me now.

 -*-

Mom turned into, or perhaps I should say back, into the perfect home
maker and wife.  There was an abundance of home cooking to be found,
her skirts got longer and more appropriate again, she spoke about
nothing but her duties around the house and to her family.

I could see how my mother had snapped as well, she had been pushed
over the edge by that bastard.  The painful thing was, I had let it
happen.  I had stood by and watched him use her again and again,
seeing how it escalated all without doing a thing.

I tried to comfort mom, to talk with her but she only changed the
subject and rushed away.  She was that woman that Dan had described,
desperate for a hard cock he said.  Mother had chosen unwisely in her
lovers, that young insatiable teenager that seemed to enjoy giving her
that hard cock again and again.  How could she not have thought it but
a compliment.  She would never understand that to Dan it did not
matter how she looked, how she performed for him - only the conquest
was what turned him on.  Even now, does she think Dan lusted after her
for any other reason?  I prayed she held on to those fantasies of
innocent teenage lust for the mature sexy woman.

Dad noticed nothing, not even the extra baking in the house.  Here was
mother's future, the life that she had committed too and had strayed
that single time.  Did she regret the whole of her affair or only the
end?

When I found the large bag in the garbage with lingerie and sex toys I
retrieved it secretly.  It was obvious that she was giving up on that
side of herself that needed to be desired, to be used.  I thought it
very sad that she was had resolved herself to a life of loneliness and
no love from her husband.  Did she think of it as her purgatory, as
justice for giving herself to that beast?

What did she think of me?

 -*-

Dad was away for a week, the first since I beat Dan to a pulp, and mom
became nervous around me, as if afraid that I would confront her
about this facade she now wore.  Of course she made a overly large
supper for the two of us - it was her duty right?  But as mother sat
down to eat, me at the head of the table since dad was away, she found
a small gift-wrapped box before her.

"Whats this honey?"  She seemed surprised but not happy.

"Just open it mom."

She eyed me suspiciously as she tore apart the wrapping and then
opened the cardboard box within.  Her mouth opened silently before she
looked up at me.

Inside, neatly folded, was the pair of white lace top stockings I had
found in the garbage.  Of course she thought she would never see them
again, and probably questioned why I am now returning them to her.

She spoke sadly, "Its over John."  I frowned before I realized mother
had misunderstood, that she thought this gift was my way of telling
her to find another outlet for her newly contained desires.  "I could
never do anything like that ever again to your father."

My father has nothing to do it with it and we both knew it.

She placed the box onto the top of her plate, looking at the contents
as if they were something disagreeable.  Was she remembering at that
moment the first time I relayed Dan's order that she wear white
stockings?

"I don't think you understand mom."  Her eyes did not hide their
surprise as she looked up into my own.  "You deserve something that
loves you mom, not just someone that loves to fuck you."  Those harsh
four letter words did not even phase us any long - how could it, I
have seen my parent do every sex act I could phantom.

Mom looked at the stockings again as I watched her face turn from
confusion into surprise as she turned back towards me.

Her lips started to curl into a pleasure filled smile as I said,
"There is nothing symbolic in my gift mom - I want you to wear them
for me tonight?"

Mom's eyes blurred with tears and her upper body trembled before she
jumped out of her seat and rushed to the head of the table and flew
into my waiting arms.

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