Filius

[Author's Note: This is my first Literotica story. This is the first part of a four part series that I plan to write involving four different main characters whose stories interconnect with each other. The main plot involves a mother who has an affair with her son's classmate. This first part is from the son's point-of-view, hence the title

Filius

or son in Latin.

I would like to give acknowledgments by the way to PurpleMonkeyDishwash; remnick13; cuckoldbob; and Free Speeched, who are my favorite writers here at Literotica.com and who have given me the inspiration to write this. Also, thank you to my editors SlashedPearl and Larry Lancaster who had fixed my grammatical mistakes and provided me some suggestions.

With all that, I hope you enjoy the story and always remember that this is all just fiction.]

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Chapter I: Somnio

While peering from inside this closet, a dreadful feeling filled me. A raven-haired woman, with an hour-glass figure and flawlessly white skin was being rammed from behind on all-fours by a tall muscular black guy whose back was turned towards my direction.

"Oh God! Oh God!" the woman moaned as she writhed in pleasure from being fucked by her young athletic lover. Her large breasts swayed back and forth in unison to the motions of her bountiful round ass and her swinging hips, wherein her lover's big hands supported her. At the same time the creaks from the bed filled the room along with their animalistic grunts as their flesh slapped against each other.

"You liking this bitch?" asked the young man as he smacked the woman's wide and glistening buttocks. She then looked at him lustfully and replied, "Oh Marcus honey! You are the best!". Upon hearing this, the aggressive stud thrust faster and faster which made the woman scream loudly with lust.

"Oh fuck! Fuck me! Fuck me darling!"

Marcus then took his humungous and very long cock from the woman's protruding ass and held it in his hands. "Get ready bitch!" he shouted shamelessly. As if she'd done this before, the beautiful woman turned towards her black lover and kneeled in front of him. She then cupped her breasts together, opened her mouth and then stuck out her tongue towards the gigantic shaft of meat directed at her face. Marcus then stroked his gargantuan rod with his hand, until he grunted violently.

"Take this bitch!"

Copious amounts of white liquid then erupted from the black man's rod with the first shot hitting her pretty face, the next shot on her mouth, then the third towards her chin which then dribbled down to her neck. As Marcus continued to stroke it, several more shots of cum spurted out of it and trickled on the woman's pear-shaped tits. The enormous globs of sticky liquid coated the beautiful woman as she smiled and looked up at him.

"Mum, how could you do this?" I whispered softly as tears slowly began to fall from my eyes. Only the slurping sounds coming from my mother's mouth, answered me however as she now began to suck clean the massive pole of her lover. Marcus then continued to spout profanity towards the "bitch" tending dutifully to his mighty cock.

A feeling of anger, sorrow and fear followed, which left me in a state of dilemma. While a part of me wanted to storm out of fury towards both my mum and her black lover, I was also scared; both from the intimidation of the imposing figure degrading my mother but more so from the dreadful reality that has now began to sink in...

And as I lay paralyzed, I flashbacked to what led me here.

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Eight months ago...

"James, honey! Hurry up now or you'll be late for your first day at school!"

"I'm coming, just a second!"

I stood in front of the mirror combing my brown hair while looking at my physique. I am about five feet and ten inches in height which is considered average for an 18 year old American man. I also possess a long and quite angular face, and sport short but slightly fuzzy brown hair which, I tried to style to those of my favorite actor James Dean. I also have these green eyes which my ex-girlfriend once cheesily told me, "I love it when you stare at me with those eyes." The downside though was my body. While it was a good thing that I didn't inherit my father's pudgy build, which I liked to thank God for every now and then, it still wasn't exactly the kind of body men aspire to have or which most girls love to rave at. I have a very skinny body and have lots of body hair which I got from my father's genes. Also every time I tried to flex my biceps on the mirror, it was as if my own reflection laughed at me for the attempt, "Come on buddy, you can't be serious?" While I tried my best at sports, even joining and participating in various sports clubs like basketball, soccer, and baseball, I just wasn't gifted athletically. That or maybe I just wasn't dedicated.

So in short, while I wasn't ugly, I also wasn't handsome in particular and there was also nothing special about me. Perhaps this was why my ex-girlfriend ditched me in favor of the star jock in my previous school. Well, she was also an unfaithful slut who liked to sleep around with other people behind my back.

"Come on honey, have your breakfast or you'll be late."

After having lived in a small town in Nebraska for whole of my life, my family and I had to move to New York City just about three day ago because of my father's new job . So not only was it going to be my first day at my new school, it also was going to be my first time as the "new kid", an unfamiliar feeling.

"I better not be late."

I smelled something delicious as I made my way towards the kitchen. I then saw my mum frying bacon and eggs. She was wearing an apron with the words "The Best Mom in the World" emblazoned on it. "Finally, here you are. I thought you didn't want to be late for your first day at school."

Beneath the apron, she had a white tank-top that exposed her slim waist from the sides and the base of her spine. She also wore very short jean shorts that displayed her beautiful legs and shapely butt. Her hair on the other hand was tied up in a ponytail.

"Eat it all up okay?" my mum smiled as she scooped up the bacon and the eggs from a skillet onto a plate then handed it to me.

Eva, my mum, is a very beautiful woman in her early 30s and is of English and Russian descent. She has long and wavy black hair, an angular shaped face with high cheekbones, and a sharp-nose that made her look like Kate Beckinsale. She also has a curvy body; a large bosom and a round-like butt. She stands just a few inches shorter than me which makes her already tall for a woman. My mum likes to maintain her figure through regular exercise plus a mix of strict but healthy diet, involving salads and lean meat while limiting her carbs. She likes to wake up very early in the morning and play Wii Fit or do aerobics while watching the TV. She also jogs outside whenever she can. Her new job will probably help her become even more fit as she just recently got a gig at a diner as a cook and waitress.

Her dedication to herself and our family amazes me, considering she used to be a wild "party girl"-- or so I heard back in high school before she met my dad who was in college then. Also from what I've searched online, my mum was once Miss Teen USA. I've even seen some pictures of her looking stunning in gowns and a swimsuit. According to the forums and articles however, she was caught in a big scandal. Someone had leaked that she was pregnant at the time. Copies of doctor's documents were even sent to the media. Despite after having technically won the competition, the committee ordered her to return her crown amidst the protests from parents and feminists groups. To me though, those things don't matter really. I even laugh that it was a good thing that she was pregnant at the time and that she didn't abort me. I love my beautiful mum for who she is and am just glad to have her around.

"So what's for breakfast, honey?" My dad asked as he gave my mum a short kiss on the lips. "Just your favorite darling, bacon and eggs," my mother replied. While looking at them, it still amazes me to this day how my father managed to bag a beautiful woman like her. My father, whose full name is Gregory Michael Hamilton Smith, was a man of stocky build but almost overweight. In comparison to my height and to that of my mum,he was the shortest of us. He had brown hair similar to mine but already with lots of grey and white speckles even though he was only in his early 40s. He also had blue eyes, which were kept well hidden behind wide-circular framed glasses that made his face look rounder than it was. His choice of facial hair also didn't help, which, coupled with his other features, made him look like a cross between a geek and a lumberjack.

Still my dad, in spite of his not-so-good looking appearance was an optimistic, honest and hardworking character. Having been laid off from his previous job in a bank due to the recession, and despite having worked there for ten years as the marketing manager, my dad had to work various jobs for two years to support the family. Because my dad was unable to get a job similar to his previous profession for reasons such as no available work or heavy competition from younger applicants, he had to work blue-collar jobs. For example, he had worked as a plumber, carpenter, and auto-mechanic and even once as a fast food mascot just to meet our bills. I even remember during those times that my mum cried when we had to sell one of our cars and some of our furniture. My dad however was always there to comfort her and even making jokes. "Don't cry. I just sold them because we are buying new ones, honey," quipped my father while wiping the tears away from his wife. The optimism paid well in the end, however, as my father managed to secure a job again as a marketing manager. The catch however was that he had to move to New York City.

After I finished my breakfast, I said goodbye to both my mum and dad and then set my way out of the front door of our unit. We lived on the eighth floor of a ten floor flat and it was a good thing our building had a lift or I would have to use the stairs. It would have been exhausting.

As soon as I reached the lift, I pressed the button and waited for a few seconds. The bell soon chimed and what greeted me inside was a Goth looking chick with blonde pigtails. She was fidgeting with her cell as I entered.

While waiting inside the lift, I decided to glance at the girl texting beside me. She was quite petite. Her short hair had some black streaks in it, and her bangs parted towards her left covering that part of her face. She was wearing a pink shirt that exposed her mid-riff and outlined the small cups of her breasts. For her lower part, she had khaki brown trousers and had black sneakers. Aside from earrings, several piercings adorned her earlobe. While eyeing her waist, I also saw a piercing on her navel. "Some sort of rocker/hipster chic, I suppose? Still she's cute" I thought.

She caught me staring, however, then gave me a mean glare in response. "What? You got a problem?" she said. I quickly replied with, "No" and then shifted my sight towards the door of the lift as if nothing happened. We then reached the ground floor, and as soon as we exited I heard her mutter something. "Weirdo" was the word I believe.

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It was quite different from my previous school back in Nebraska. The school was ten times larger and there were quite a lot more people. There were even security guards with watchdogs in the front entrance frisking and searching people that entered for any weapons, drugs or illegal contrabands. There was one incident in particular wherein a sexy Asian girl with short black hair adorned with some highlights was apprehended for bringing what appeared to be a large black dildo to school. The security guards found it when they heard something vibrating inside the girl's bag, which they then quickly took out.

"That's three days detention for you, Ms. Shang," an old and balding white school teacher pointed to her, reprimanding her for the incident, which drew laughter from the people around them. "You can have this instead Mimi!" a black guy some feet away from the back shouted while grabbing his crotch, and shaking it which elicited more laughter from everyone.

Speaking of African-Americans, I don't mean to sound racist, but saying that there were a lot more of them than in my previous school was an understatement. Everywhere I looked, they were there. Sure there some Caucasians, Latinos, some Asians and other races here and there but most of the students at this new school of mine were black. Back in Nebraska, I could count their numbers using my fingers. But in here though, they were countless and were the majority. Looking at my white skin, it made me realize more that I was now one of the minorities.

Monday Schedule

Period 1- English Literature (Room 301)

Period 2- Geometry (Room 305)

Period 3- Chemistry (Room 302)

Period 4- Lunch Break

Period 5- Physics (Room 401)

Period 6- Health/P.E. (Please consult Mr. Harrison.)

Period 7- Calculus (Room 305)

English was my first class and I was a few minutes early. I managed to find the room quickly in spite of the size of the halls and the crowd I had to wade through. "Room 301, here it is", I said to myself then entered the room.

There were already a lot of people inside. As I scanned the room, I saw some geeks, which were mostly Asians, busy playing some card games with each other at the back. On their left, some distance away, were some hippie-looking people, fashioned in bandannas, some strange looking necklaces, and with some individuals wearing scarves and wristbands. They were singing some kind of Indie song while one guy played an acoustic guitar. The rest in the class as you might have guessed were mostly African-Americans.

"I better find a seat preferably on the side or at the back," I thought. I didn't want to sit near the geeks though, especially when I saw one of them scoop up a booger from his nose then poke someone with it. The hippies' side was also out of the question as I would probably feel out of place sitting close to them.

After surveying a few more times, I found a vacant seat near the window. Adding to my luck, I saw the girl from this morning. Her name was Mimi from what I recalled. She seemed to be applying some lip gloss while looking at a pocket mirror. While checking her out closely, I saw that she was wearing a white tank top that exposed a lot of cleavage. For her petite figure, her tits were quite enormous and seemed out of place on her body. "How does she walk with those?" I thought, to which she cupped her twin bazookas together and seemingly re-adjusted it as if she heard my question. While glancing at her legs on the other hand, I noticed that she wore a black mini-skirt and had these long white stockings that covered most of her legs. "Damn" was all I could mutter from what I saw.

As I was about to approach her, a group of three tall black men and two gorgeous chicks, one fine and curvy black girl with a massive ass and a sexy Latina-minx with luscious-looking lips, entered the room and started walking towards the Asian bombshell. I had to make way for them since I was near the door and was blocking their path.

"Marcus baby!" the Asian hottie squealed and quickly stood up from her seat and then ran up to a towering and hulky man who I think stood close to seven feet. Marcus lifted the girl with just one arm up to his face, almost without effort. They then gave each other French-kisses, both of their tongues in each other's mouth waddling about, while at the same time the man's hands were grabbing Mimi's firm butt cheeks and squeezing them. Meanwhile, her arms were locked to his massive neck and shoulders while her legs were coiled on his waist for support. I couldn't help but stare as it was such an arousing scene. A stirring in my groin welled up in me as I imagined myself in place of the tall black man who was passionately kissing the Asian sex-kitten in his arms. It made me so envious but horny at the same time.

The Asian girl saw me looking as she rested her head on the shoulders of the black man. She then whispered something on his ear which made the beastly man look at me. The rest of their group also turned in my direction and looked at me with one tall black man with cornrows pointing at my dick. "What the fuck?!" exclaimed the black man with the cornrows. It was then quickly followed by, "Look he's got a boner," said by the Latina while covering her mouth to stop herself from laughing but to no avail. This caused me a lot of embarrassment as several others from the room also joined in laughter.

All this time however, Marcus was looking at me in the eyes and smirking as if he was showing to me the huge gap between our social ranks. He was belittling me and I hated every second of it. I loathed it even more so than the laughter around me that refused to die down. But I couldn't do anything. I was powerless. Frozen, I just thought to myself, "I wish this was all just a bad dream."