I squinted through the overbearing afternoon sun, the pavement beneath my feet hot enough to cook an egg. Passing beneath the shaded boughs of trees planted in people’s gardens offered a brief respite, but I could feel my already tan skin crisping and burning with a sharp sting.
I wiped a thin layer of sweat from my face, pushing aside the curly brown locks with the back of my hand. Next to me towered another boy, my friend Rory, who must have been suffering even worse than me. While I was a Latino, more accustomed to the scorching temperatures, Rory was a blonde white boy with icy blue eyes. The both of us were around the same height and skinny little things, rakish and lithe. We weren’t members of any sports teams, instead preferring the glory of the great indoors, nor were we particularly active, but our teenage metabolism kept them thin through the obscene quantities of trash food we consumed. We were both in 12th grade now, close to being able to move out on our own, yet my mom still acted like I was 5 years old.
We rounded corners and passed houses that grew quainter and tidier as we walked, cars steadily passing them by. We both said hello to a neighbour’s dog as we always did on our way home, continuing until we eventually reached my street. Rory’s house was a little further along, around a corner to the left and then to the right a few streets over. We’d been friends for years, playing around in the park and the woods nearby, kicking a ball around and visiting each other regularly.
There was something in recent years that had begun to bother me, however, as our hibernating hormones finally began to stir within our bodies, Rory had begun to act differently whenever my mother, Shanie, was around. As we turned onto my street, I made the conscious effort to walk on the other side of the street than the one his house was on. We had to specifically cross the road to be able to do so, which made it painfully obvious that I was up to something.
“Sammie!” a familiar voice called from the distance. We were still about five houses away, but my ever-doting mother had already clapped eyes on the two of us walking home. I gave a tiny groan of exasperation and felt a little jolt of adrenaline fill me as he tried to figure out ways to avoid what seemed like the inevitable.
Rory raised his hand with a smile and waved to Shanie. As we approached a little closer we could see she was outside the front of the house gardening, dressed in a hot pink tube top and a skimpy gardening apron. She held aloft a pair of hedge trimmers with a light wooden handle in her gloved hands. Rory already started crossing the road to my dismay, but he followed close behind nonetheless. Rory was so entranced, he didn’t even check for cars as we crossed the road. His eyes were fixed on my mother, unblinking, unmoving, entirely focused on the smiling woman before him.
“Hello boys.” She grinned at us from behind a bush at the boundary of the property that she’d been trimming. I noticed that Rory wasn’t actually looking at her eyes, two brown sparkling orbs that were framed by long lashes and crowned with her perfectly manicured eyebrows, but rather at the chasm of cleavage that showed from behind the gardening apron that she wore. Her breasts were humongous – almost oversized to the point that they didn’t suit her body anymore, protruding out from her chest like swollen balloons. Rory stared at the soft flesh rippling and jiggling with every slight movement she made and breath she took, spellbound by her smooth skin.
“How was school today?” Her accent was noticeable, but not massively thick. She’d moved here when she was only young herself, although still older than I currently was.
“Yes, it’s lovely weather today.” Rory replied distantly with his mouth agape, still staring at her curves. He clearly wasn’t paying attention. My face scrunched up in anger and I battered my elbow into Rory’s bony ribs.
“Hah? What?” His attention finally broke from the bountiful breasts before him, turning to see my angry face awaiting him. Meanwhile, Shanie was tittering to herself. She turned around and leaned over to put down the hedge trimmers she was holding. She bent her body down further than it needed to go – she could have quite easily just dropped the trimmers to the floor and been done with it. Instead, she placed one hand on her meaty thigh and bent herself over, raising her ass high in the air and pointing it ‘accidentally’ in Rory’s direction. His eyes bulged out as he eyed the heart-shape curve of her body as her waist tapered into her hips, then down into her arched thighs. Around her hips and waist she wore a tight pair of denim cut-off jeans from which the cotton pockets hung against her legs. He moved his focus along the edge of the fabric, following at is trailed along her legs and up between them, a small hilly bump poking out against the tight fabric.
I poked him in the ribs again. He was practically drooling as he eyed up my mother. She turned back around once she’s put down the trimmers and stepped back over to the us, leaning casually over the hedge. As she leaned over she gave a hooded, seductive glance to Rory as he tits swung forward, giving him a full view of her ample breasts.
“I asked how school was, Rory. My eyes are up here, but I know how you young boys are.” She purred.
“Alright it’s time for me to go inside, see you tomorrow – bye Rory.” I stammered as fast as I could, racing quickly to the gate and storming into the garden.
“Don’t listen to him, you can come in to play if you want. If he doesn’t want to play…” Shanie muttered, locking her eyes on Rory’s. “… I will.” She added with a wink. Rory went bright red and shuffled awkwardly. He didn’t know what to say, but she opened the gate for him. I raised my palm to my face, blushing deeply with embarrassment. Rory jumped at the chance. He was just going to head home, but this was a lot more exciting than that to him.
Together the three of us headed inside. The house was clean; she’d been busy working on it since she’d gotten home. The kitchen was absolutely spotless, with bowls of snacks already laid out for me - it wouldn’t hurt if Rory had some too.
“There’s food out for you boys, help yourself if you need some more. I’m going to grab a shower, so be good while I’m gone, ok?” Shanie uttered, bending down to kick off her chanclas as she closed the door behind them.
“Alright Mom!” I groaned, already digging my hands into a bowl of cheese puffs. Rory started to feel and reach for the snacks too, but his eyes were still stuck on Shanie, watching her breasts swing and jiggle as she bent over to remove her shoes. He nearly knocked one of the bowls to the ground in his fumbling reaches. We munched a few snacks before I suggested we go upstairs to my room to play the new Zombie game I’d gotten for my birthday the previous month. Not wanting to pass up an opportunity to smash some zombies, he quickly agreed.
We both traipsed upstairs, taking a left at the landing to head to my room. It wasn’t huge, but was still bigger than Rory’s room - he’d been relegated to the smallest one in the house being the youngest of his siblings. My room had posters of all the games I’d played and my favourite bands littered across the walls, a cool lava lamp and a dreamcatcher my grandmother had given me years ago nailed above his bed. Two beanbag chairs sat at the end of the bed, and I dragged them out into the middle of the room to face the stack of shelves that sat against the wall between two windows.
I leaned over and turned on the console, took two controllers, and turned back to hand one to Rory but he was nowhere to be seen. I was puzzled by his disappearance at first, dropping the controllers down into the beanbag chairs momentarily before going to look for my friend.
“Rory?” I muttered, sticking my nose out of the doorway to see where he’d gotten to. I saw him standing there in the hallway, leaning against the frame of the bathroom door. My eyes widened and my hands began to tremble as he realised what was happening – Rory was watching my mother shower!
“Dude!” I groaned with a tone of desperate pleading in my voice. This was the reason I never wanted any friends to come around. Maybe I should move on to new friends, girls, who wouldn’t be into my mother… but knowing her, she’d turn them gay. Rory blushed a crimson red and sheepishly grinned before turning himself away to follow me through my rage.
The whole time we played the game I was furious. I wanted Rory to just go home, I wanted to shout at his mother again for seducing my friends and make it known full well just how embarrassed it made me. Shanie never seemed to care, though, she always just kept on doing it regardless of my protests. She never listened.
A few hours passed, and we were disturbed by the sound of the door opening behind us. It was Shanie holding in each hand a tall glass of Tejate, one for each of us.
“I told you that you have to knock!” I said, not breaking my eyes away from the game. My mother just smiled. This was her house, she didn’t have to knock, no matter how much I kept bleating about it. She secretly wanted to catch me getting up to no good anyway. She loved how embarrassed I got over the slightest things. She placed the glasses down next to each of our beanbag chairs and gave me a kiss on the head, standing there to watch the game and secretly distract me.
“Who’s that guy?” she asked, pointing at one of the nameless zombies.
“It’s not a guy – it’s just some zombie.” I snapped back.
“But did he have a family before? What was his job?”
“Mom, it doesn’t matter-”
“They were all people too. What if you became a zombie one day?” She interrupted.
“I’m not going to become a zombie!”
“I bet they thought that too.”
With that, Rory was downed. I had to reach him in time, but Mom saw this as an opportunity to ruin their run. It wasn’t a new high score or anything, but we’d managed to get pretty far. She leaned down and hugged me from behind.
“Give me those brains, Sammie – those delicious brains!” She japed, pretenting to bite my head. Her breasts had swung right against my back and I couldn’t draw my mind away from the idea of having boobs planted on me, even if he was slightly repulsed by the idea of them being my mother’s. With my concentration taken from me, I quickly succumbed to the hoards.
“Mom! You made me lose!” I cried, tossing the controller to the floor.
“It’s not my fault if you lose, you should be better. What is it you kids say these days, pog… pog chimp?”
“It’s PogChamp oh my god!” I felt like screaming. She was such a heavy embarrassment. She noticed my hands shaking with frustration and anger and my face turning red and decided that maybe I’d had enough… for now.
I finally turned his head around to look at Rory to question if he wanted to do something else, but noticed that his friend had a face like one of the zombies we were just crushing. His mouth was open wide and his eyes had a vacant, glassy stare. I followed the stare right to my mother, spinning my head around all the way.
I couldn’t believe it. She was stood there in a pair of cotton shorts usually donned by teenage girls – the kind that rode right up between her ass cheeks and tugged against the mound of her pussy, putting everything, everything on display. It rode right up to the terminus of her legs and showed off the beautiful curves of her thighs. On top she wore just a boob tube, there were no straps for a bra, and the faint outline of her nipples poked against the fabric.
I should have been used to this by now – she always did this. I knew that she was just trying to provoke a reaction from me, but I couldn’t help but give her the response that she was looking for. It was just too infuriating.
There was a sudden swelling noise pattering against the window. Rapidly, the skies opened and began to pour rain down heavily against the house. Normally storms like this wouldn’t last too long, they’d come and unleash their torrents down and then be gone, but Shanie took the chance to invite Rory to stay the night.
“Ah, no, look at that rain.” She tottered over to the window and stared outside, watching pools of water already begin to form in the back yard. “That’s heavy!” She turned back to Rory and gave him an almost menacing grin.
“I’m sure you don’t want to walk home in this, no? You should stay here tonight, you kids can go to school together tomorrow. I’ll even pack you a nice lunch, how does that sound?”
“That sounds lovely; that would be very nice thank you.” Rory muttered, still staring at Shanie.
I couldn’t believe it. I didn’t even want Rory to come into the house in the first place, and now he was stuck with him all night. Not that I didn’t like Rory, of course I did, but … it was my mother that I couldn’t trust. I glared at Shanie with a heated rage in my eyes, expressing silently my great displeasure at her suggestion.
We hung out until the sun had completely fallen beyond the horizon, and yet the rain continued. Thunderstorms grumbled on the inky horizon, giving brief, distant flashes of light that illuminated the outlines of the clouds above. We came down and watched TV and ate more, Shanie pottered around in the background, every so often dropping in to see if we needed anything.
Eventually we needed to sleep. There was school the next day, after all. Every time Rory stayed over, I would keep my bed and Rory would get an inflatable mattress on the floor with an old blanket and a few pillows. He didn’t mind, though; it wasn’t uncomfortable.
Shanie noticed the noises from upstairs, the rap running and the toilet flushing, and knew that we were about to head to bed. After we’d clambered into their sheets and laid our heads down, she joined us in the room to say goodnight. I wished that she’d just let it be, but Shanie still wanted me to know that she loved me very much. It was suffocating for me, I was a growing boy and wanted my space. She squeezed the door open and peered inside, seeing that we were still awake. The light was still on and we were just sleepily talking between ourselves.
“Hey boys, I’m just coming to say goodnight.” As she appeared through the door, we could see her pyjamas. It was a sheer nightgown that draped across her curvy hips to a lacy piece of decoration at the bottom coupled with another lacy part that barely covered her breasts, leading to two spaghetti straps that sat atop her shoulders.
She totted into the room and leaned over me to kiss me on the forehead while I quivered with anger. She strode over Rory, laying on the floor, giving him a fantastic view of the tiny satin panties that sat underneath. The whole outfit was a matching tone that complimented her skin colour so well it seemed as though she was wearing nothing at all.
Rory’s eyes bulged out wildly as she stepped above him, he’d never seen a view like that before. I noticed her stance above his head and turned himself over in the bed, pulling the sheets closer to his face. He didn’t even want to see what she was doing anymore. It wasn’t like he had any way of stopping it.
“Good night Sammy-wammy.” She grinned, laying her lush, plump lips down on the small bit of forehead that she could still access. Then she turned around and kneeled down next to Rory, and with me looking away she leaned her face in closer. Even if I was properly looking, her body would have been covering what she was about to do. For a moment she stared down at him with a lazy smirk about her face, and then leaned in and placed her lips on his in a slow, sensual motion. With a quick glance to the right, she could see that the red-faced boy had made a tent underneath the sheets.
“Good night Rory.”
“Good night.” He whispered in a trembling tone. She left the room, taking one last look at the both of us before turning out the light.
It took me a while to fall asleep. The thought of my own mother kissing my friend goodnight, her embarrassing skimpy outfits, the way she never listened… I was too angry to fall asleep. Eventually, my thoughts became distant and I could feel the light fading from my consciousness. At last, I was snoring away.
A loud, echoing rumble of thunder came from outside. The windows lit up brightly for just a moment before fading back into darkness. I lay awake, roused by the noise of the sky, kept awake by the breathy pounding of rain against the window. I tried to get back to sleep but it just wasn’t happening. I rolled over to see if Rory was awake, peering through the milky darkness at the pile of sheets next to me. It took him a few seconds as I squinted with his sleep-addled mind to realise that Rory wasn’t even there.
He wouldn’t have just gone home like that, not late at night – maybe if there was an emergency. Maybe he just went to the toilet, I reasoned. The bed was warm and comfortable and I didn’t much feel like moving but he waited for a few minutes, the desire to investigate slowly growing and growing until I couldn’t resist it any longer.
With a stretch and a yawn I rolled myself out of bed, swinging my feet onto the plush carpet and carefully stepping over the inflatable mattress to go out into the hall. As I clutched the handle to my door I could hear something coming from within the house – a rhythmic thudding noise, like a washing machine out of balance – thud thud thud thud thud.
I listened closer to where the noise was coming from but managed to catch other noises mingled with the thumping, little moans and gasps, and my fear rose at that noise. I’d heard it plenty of times before and knew exactly what it meant; Mom would bring guys around every so often, typically on the weekends after she’d been for a night out in town. Strange men of all shapes and sized would come into the house and join her in her bedroom for the night, usually never to be seen again afterwards.
But she wouldn’t do that with Rory of all people, surely? Trembling, quaking with anticipation and anxiety, I made his way to his mother’s door and pressed my ear to listen to what was occurring inside. Sure enough, I was right about the noises. I could hear the headboard banging against the wall and my mother huffing and moaning, and the unmistakable sound of Rory’s voice grunting and groaning in unison with hers.
I froze in panic. Should I stop them? Should I subject myself to witnessing what was happening inside? My curiosity wouldn’t leave it alone – for a second I turned away to go back to bed, but I knew I wouldn’t be able to ignore the sounds. It’d keep me awake until Rory inevitably crept back into the room as quietly as he could and pretended nothing had happened. I couldn’t even blame Rory; it was my mother’s doing, she’s the one that led him to this. I wouldn’t have been surprised if she’d orchestrated this whole thing by wearing those clothes, kissing him goodnight – if I didn’t know better, I’d have blamed the thunderstorm on her too.
With a slow twist of my hand, I opened the door just a fraction as quietly as he could and peered my nose inside. They didn’t hear a thing, thankfully, and I spied them through the darkness both on the queen size bed with its fluffy pillows strewn about the floor.
Sure enough, my mother was on her back with her thick thighs waving around in the air, her feet dangled over his shoulders. His tiny, lithe frame was hunched across her heaving chest, showing the plates of his spine through the skin.
“Ah – ah, Jesus Rory” she exclaimed with panting, breathy moans as his hips rocked back and forth. He had a good speed on him for a little guy, and was fucking her with a furious animalistic necessity.
“Fuck, your pussy is so tight…” I had never heard Rory talk like this before. He never swore, he was a shy kid at school, even around me. Always polite, always pleasant, and typically quiet as a church mouse. “You love this dick.”
“I’ve wanted – Oh God – I’ve wanted this for years…” she cried as his dick filled her. I could see the sweat gleaming off his back as he pumped away at my mother in the dim streetlights from outside. My teeth ground together without me even noticing, and my fists clenched until my knuckles turned white.
Coupled with the rhythm of the bed creaking and groaning beneath them came a slapping sound of wet flesh on flesh as his torso repeatedly slammed into hers. In the air hung a heavy, heady scent of warm musk; sweet, tangy, with an earthy, peppery tone mixed in. It was a smell I was accustomed to every time I entered her room after a guy had been around.
Shanie turned herself around on the bed, rolling over onto her front. I watched on with unblinking eyes, but I wanted nothing more than to stop this. Even so, I couldn’t look away.
“Grab my waist and ride me… give me all of that dick.” She purred through her gasps.
Rory approved, raising himself to his knees and taking her by the waist. I saw him fiddle around with his dick and line it up with her plump rear before beginning his motions once more. The sound of his body slamming into her butt echoed throughout the room and out into the hall. Slap slap plap.
The sight of it all was too much. I hated – loathed – abhorred the both of them in that moment. Part of my mind was telling him to pack up a bag and just leave, but his body had other ideas. My dick rose and strained against his pyjama pants and as he noticed, I felt disgusted with himself just as much as with them.
Rory’s thrusts began to turn slower but heavier until he was making strong slams deep inside her, his head rocking back as his mouth hung open releasing a guttural, stuttering gasp. I knew exactly what that meant. Rory pulled himself away and dropped back on the bed, entirely exhausted, accidentally giving me a glance of his mother’s slit, glistening with pearly white globs of his friend’s cum dribbling out down her thighs and drooping on to the bed.
I felt disgusted that he’d made myself watch that, angry that I didn’t stop it, enraged that it’d even happened in the first place, but my dick knew that it was hot. I tip-toed back to my room and climbed back into bed, taking the position I was in before as not to rouse suspicion. I didn’t even know if I should confront the both of them. Eventually Rory followed, unaware that he had been observed. With huge comfort he smacked his lips and let out warm happy moans as he quickly fell back asleep, but I lay angrily in bed, my face twitching and burning with rage.