How I Lost My Mother Ch 07

When I returned to school the next day, Henri wasn't pleased that my mom was still not talking to him. He threatened me with even more violence if I didn't tell my mom that it was me who blocked his number on her phone.

I'd say I would and never did. I mean, why would I admit that it was me who stopped their communications and ruined her image of him?

Though the thought of them being together sickened me. Here I was, continuing to fantasize about catching them having passionate sex or just straight up just fucking each other wildly. Jerking off in my bed to the images of my mom's pussy being penetrated by Henri's thick 9inch cock. Hearing her breathy moans as she encourages him to keep fucking her. The rhythmic sound of her bed creaking under them. Their loud orgasmic finish as they both climaxed together and then kissed each other passionately afterward.

Why the hell was I wishing for that? Or better yet, why was I even thinking about it?

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One week later, Henri cornered mom outside the house as she was heading to work. I'm guessing that he was taking matters into his own hands now, since I never told mom what he told me to tell her. He wanted her to talk to him again.

From my window, I could see that mom was annoyed, but yet wasn't backing away from his approach. They continued to talk as Henri stood in front of her.

"Just tell him to go away, mom!" I thought, "Or better yet, just get in your car and drive to work already. Stop talking to him!"

My heart then froze when Henri stepped closer to her and placed his hand on her cheek affectionately. Mom slowly placed her hand over his and gently squeezed his fingers between her own. Then, she removed his hand from her face and held it in her hand for a bit. Both stare at each other intently.

Mom then glances at the house before leaning up on her tiptoes to kiss him on his cheek. Why would she do that? She then smiled before turning her back to him and got in her car.

Henri watched her leave the driveway before glancing at the house. A smirk on his face. Then, he started to walk back toward his property.

Something told me that if Henri had succeeded in wooing her just now, mom probably would've fucked him instead of going to work.

Again, that thought made me hard just thinking about it. Why was I wanting this? Why did I want to watch them having sex?

The thought plagued me all afternoon. No amount of milf porn or shit... even reading literotica didn't help relieve that itch. It just made me crave it MORE. Like I was addicted to watching them having sex or at least hearing them having sex. Like I was some kind of voyeuristic pervert or something.

Come think of it, I feel like I didn't stop to really think about how mom would feel about this.

Mom generally liked Henri and enjoyed his company. Not to mention that he NEVER once boasted to anyone about the stuff mom did with him. Henri only ever told me because he caught me that one night when mom gave him a lengthy blowjob while she was drunk.

Maybe I was wrong to disrupt their relationship? Maybe I was just being jealous.

No... I made my choice. I should be happy that mom is no longer seeing, talking, sucking or fucking him anymore.

But yet... why was I wanting her to fuck him again?

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When mom came home a few hours later, I practically bolted from my room and gave her a hug. I heard her chuckle as she returned my hug warmly and asked how my day went. She smelled of dental equipment and that flavored toothpaste dentists always use. It was a calming scent. A familiar scent. I didn't want to let go.

I said it was fine and that I had just watched TV all afternoon. Even cleaned my room a bit, too. My voice trailed off as I felt my guilt building up.

Mom locked eyes with me and, in that stern motherly voice of hers, asked me if there was anything I wanted to tell her.

I caved. Crying how it me who deleted Henri's number from her phone. How it was me who made up that lie about Henri never wanting to talk to her again. He never said that. He just threatened me with violence if I didn't tell her to unblock him.

Mom looked like she was going to yell at me. Instead, she exhaled sharply, pulled me close, and asked me sternly why the hell would I do such a thing?

I told her truthfully that I was jealous. How it seemed that she focused more on her "friendship" with Henri than our relationship. How Henri was the one who made me tell her that it was okay for her to keep talking to him. How he threatened me with violence if I didn't do as he said. I even told her how it wasn't Henri, who taught me how to drive, but some woman in her mid-thirties who did.

Mom listened patiently as I told her how sorry I was. How I knew how much she liked him. But I couldn't keep silent anymore. She had to know the truth.

Mom then patted me on the head. She then told me that what's done is done, and now I have to live with that guilt. She then thanked me for finally telling her the truth, and that now it was time to accept my punishment for going through her privacy yet again.

Mom decided to ground me for the whole week. She even took my phone away from me and, as an added punishment, made me go to bed early without supper.

That night, as I lay in bed, I could hear mom crying in her room. I guess the weight of what I've done finally sunk in, and it made me want to comfort her. But I was the reason for her crying.

He really did have her wrapped around his finger.

Oh, mom.

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When I finally managed to fall asleep, I had the same dream that I had a while ago.

In it, I was chasing my naked mom down an endless hallway. Her heart-shaped ass jiggling as she ran in front of me. And just like what happened in my previous dream, I never caught her. It was Henri who did. They then proceeded to fuck right in front of me. My dream then switched over to another one.

In it, I was having my birthday party at my house. My aunt was there, same as my grandparents, and to my great shock, Henri.

Though Henri was acting all polite and nice. Which was weird because Henri would have been all over my mother if given a just a ounce of alone time with her.

We all sat at the table as mom placed the birthday cake before me. Everyone then stood and sang happy birthday to me, and yet something felt off. I looked around and saw for the briefest of seconds, mom leading Henri away from the dining room and down the hallway. My instincts took over, and I got up from the table to follow afterward. My whole family was still singing the happy birthday song behind me as I made my way toward her bedroom.

"Whose ready for their birthday surprise!" came my mom's loud voice from behind her closed bedroom door.

"Open it!" cried my aunt, "Let's see what it is!"

I opened mom's bedroom door (which was oddly covered in wrapping paper) and saw mom and Henri on her bed naked. They both had a bow on them. Henri's was on his back, while mom's was on her chest. They then proceeded to start having sex in front of everyone. Henri's raw 9inch cock glistened with her juices, as it slide in and out of her pussy. His heavy sack swinging back and forth as he fucked her rapidly.

"Isn't that wonderful?" cried my grandma, "She's making you a new sibling!"

"What a wonderful gift she's giving you!" stated my aunt.

"Such a caring mother she is!" said my grandfather, "Giving us another grandchild."

Their lovemaking increased in tempo as the whole bed shook. Her headboard hitting against the wall repeatedly. My family cheered them both on, as mom and Henri continued making passionate love to each other.

Just when I thought they were going climax, I woke up to my mom pounding on my bedroom door.

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"Rise and shine!" mom called out, "Get your ass out bed!"

I sat up in bed and noticed the raging hard on tenting up in my shorts. I cursed to myself as I called out that I was up and was going to get changed.

I heard mom walking away and began jerking off my meager sized erection through the fabric of my shorts. It didn't take me long to achieve orgasm and I discarded my soiled shorts into my dirty clothes hamper.

Once I got dressed, I exited my room and walked down the hallway toward the kitchen. Where mom was now placing a plate of breakfast in front of... Henri?

Wait... why was Henri in our house?

He locked eyes with me and smirked briefly before mom swatted the back of his head.

"Why is he here?" I asked, "I thought you said you weren't going to talk to him again?'

"Well, since you told me yourself yesterday that it was you who deleted his number from my phone," mom stated, "I thought I'd invite him over to make sure you two get along."

"Oh, we can get along alright," Henri stated with a mouth full of food.

"Yeah, I'm not trusting you so easily, Henri," mom said, "after all, you broke your trust with me and allowed someone I didn't know to teach my kid how to drive."

"Well, he leaned the basics, didn't he?" Henri retorted, "Plus Helga was a close family friend of ours. So he was in good hands."

"You stated you would teach him yourself," mom said with a sigh, "am I not correct on this?"

"You are, but -"

"Then you understand why I'm upset," mom said.

I sat down at the table and began taking a bite from my cheesy scrambled eggs. Mom glared at me.

"Isn't there something you want to tell Henri too?" mom asked

"I... uh... what?" I stammered out.

"Isn't there something you wish to tell Henri?" mom repeated.

She wanted me to apologize to him. I sighed and swallowed my pride.

"I'm... sorry," I muttered.

"For?" mom prodded.

"For spreading lies about you." I muttered.

Mom looked at Henri.

"Water under the bridge, buddy," Henri stated, "No harm done. I'm also sorry for losing my cool and saying I'd kick your ass."

"Henri!" mom said.

"Well, it's true!" Henri stated, "I would have kicked his ass for what he did. I mean, come on, Lilian. He knows we're just friends and yet gets jealous because I'm taking your time away from him?"

"You... have a good point there," mom stated, "but I still don't like it nor you calling me by my first name. It's Ms. Johnes, not Lilian."

Her tone meant it. Good. Put Henri in his place mom.

I began eating my breakfast as mom drank her coffee and kept her eye on both of us.

I knew I was going to pay for what I did when we got to school. But hey, at least Henri got his wish. Mom is talking to him again.

I just hope that it stays talking this time and nothing more.

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As we all left the house, Henri came back over with an expensive looking bike. The type you'd see on commercials with a handsome looking guy or a drop-dead gorgeous woman leaning against it.

"What's with the bike, Henri?" mom asked.

"This was the bike my dad bought me for my 15th birthday," Henri stated, "I was thinking about giving it to Paul."

"May I ask why?" mom asked, folding her arms around her chest.

"I just thought it would be easier on you," Henri continued, "you know, since you have to constantly drive him to and from school every day."

Mom looked at me.

"Well, the decision is yours, Paul," mom said.

Henri gave me a cold stare. He WANTS me to take it. Was he planning something?

"This isn't a bribe to get yourself back into my good graces again, is it?" mom asked, turning her head to look at him.

"Oh course not," Henri stated, "It was just collecting dust anyways, and I really don't need a bike since I have my truck."

I shrugged my shoulders.

"Sure, I guess," I said, "It'll save mom from having to do that every day."

Henri then walked towards me with the bike and handed it over to me.

"You take good care of her," Henri then said.

"Well, this is very nice of you, Henri," mom said, "thank you. I'll make sure Paul takes good care of the bike."

He then walked back toward his property and got in his truck.

Once it roared to life and he took off down the street, mom looked at the bicycle closely. As if she was admiring it.

"This really is a nice-looking bike," mom stated, "I was thinking about wanting to buy you one."

"Mom, don't you think that it's odd?" I asked as I leaned the bike against the porch.

"Oh Paul, not this again," mom sighed, "look, I understand your skepticism, but he gave it to you as an olive branch. Why can't you just let it be?"

"Mom, he's up to -"

"Paul, enough!" mom said, cutting me off, "It was an act of goodwill. Now drop it!"

I could tell she was still mad about yesterday. She sighed again.

"I still can't believe you would do something like this!" mom continued, "You know that we're just friends, and yet you get jealous because he took me out on a few dates? When will you get it through your head that I don't belong to you."

"I understand that, mom," I said, stepping closer to her, "but wouldn't you be protective too if you were in my position?"

Her demeanor softens a bit. It was true, though. I am being overprotective of her. Just like how dad was before he left. Was that a bad thing?

"Yeah, I see your point," mom said, "but still Paul, Henri, and I were just friends. Okay?"

She kisses my cheek. Something she hasn't done in ages.

"Now you better get going, or you'll be late," mom said.

"Mom?" I called out.

She stops in her tracks.

"You are being truthful, right?" I asked, "You and Henri are just friends?"

"Go to school, Paul," mom stated.

She gets in her Dodge Journey and pulls out of the driveway. She then waved goodbye to me as I grabbed the bicycle and began pedaling towards the school.

Since I have this bike, I should tell mom that I'll need a bike lock. Just to be safe.

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I arrived just as the first bell rang. I then placed the bicycle on the bike ramp and hurried inside. To my relief, Henri left me alone. Come to think of it, I don't know if he ever came to school.

Did he?

I sighed in relief and began working on my studies. It's not like mom was fucking him right now. She left for work. I saw her leave.

Wait, did I see her leave?

Maybe she was just faking it and is now in Henri's muscular embrace. Having wild, passionate sex with him at home.

Why was I tenting a hard on right now?

I asked permission to go to the bathroom and sat the stall, jerking off to what I just thought about. It took me a few minutes to achieve orgasm and afterward, heard the click of someone's phone taking a picture of me.

"Oh this is good," said the voice I recognized, "what would your mom say when I show her this picture of you stroking your dicklet in the school bathroom?"

"You wouldn't," I said zipping up my jeans.

"Oh, but I would," said Henri, "you see, I'm still mad that you ruined my plans for your mother."

"So you're stooping to blackmail?" I asked, "You're pathetic!"

He grabs me by my shirt and lifts me off the ground.

"Call me pathetic one more time you piece of shit," Henri snarled, "I fucking dare you."

He stares dominantly at me.

"Here's what's going to happen," Henri stated, "you are going to stay the fuck out of my relationship with your mom. If I so much as hear a snippet of you bitching to her, I'll post this picture on the school website."

"You made your point," I said.

He drops me to the floor and lightly pokes at my chest hard.

"We clear?" Henri asked.

I nodded my head.

"Good." He then turns to leave the restroom.

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The rest of the day was pretty much unmentionable. When it was time to go home, I couldn't find my bike anywhere. I started panicking. That was my only means of transportation. Mom is at work still, and it just wouldn't feel right calling her from the school office.

Yet that was exactly what I did after not finding it on the school grounds.

It took a few rings, but my mom did finally pick up. I won't bore you with our conversation, but needless to say, mom sounded annoyed and was pretty pissed when I told her that I might have lost my new bike and need her to pick me up.

I then waited outside for her to show up and guess what I found lying against the school gate?

My bike.

So you can imagine my complete embarrassment when mom showed up and yelled at me for being so careless with my new bike. I retorted and said that it's not my fault I didn't have a bike lock. Which mom realized and calmed down slightly. Though she was still pissed at me.

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As she drove us home, with the bike tied to the back of her Dodge Journey, I remembered Henri's threat.

"Can I stay home tomorrow?" I asked.

"You know the answer to that," mom stated, "which is no."

She then glanced at me.

"Can I ask why you brought it up?" mom asked.

"It's nothing," I said.

"Well, it's obviously something if you wanted to stay home tomorrow." mom said, "Did something happen at school?

"It's nothing, mom," I said, "really."

"Okay.... if you say so, sweetie," mom said.

Why was I being hesitant to tell her what Henri did? To say that he's blackmailing me now.

Blackmail.

I can't believe he's fucking blackmailing me.

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When we arrived home, mom made me sit at the table and finish my homework while she got started on dinner.

Judging by the smell, it was hamburger curry. Which mom hadn't made in forever. My stomach growled with the thought of eating it.

"So before I forget," mom said, "your aunt just got some time off from her job to come here for your birthday."

"Awesome," I said, "I miss Aunt Emma."

"She should be here by this weekend," mom continued, "and yes... I'm also inviting Henri to come over on your birthday too."

I sighed in protest.

"Why, though?" I whined, "You know that we can't stand each other mom."

"Paul, he's your friend," mom stated, "It's rude to not invite your friends to celebrate your birthday."

She did have a good point. But Henri and I WEREN'T friends and wouldn't give two shits about my birthday. I'm betting that all he would do is flirt with and try to seduce my mom.

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As the week progressed, I could tell that something was off between them after our conversation. Henri still came over, but not under the pretense of flirting with my mom. It was instead to "help out around the house." Namely, rearranging furniture and small stuff like that.

Of course, during those times he was over at our house, mom wore leggings and form-fitting t-shirts. The leggings hugged her hips and thighs so effortlessly. Showing off curvature of her big heart-shaped ass. The shirt also showed off the roundness of her breasts, and whenever she moved, they jiggled a bit.

It felt like she was teasing him when she wore that outfit. Begging him to devour her right then and there. Except they remained cordial, and nothing would happen.

Then, a two days before my aunt arrived, something DID happen.

I had just arrived home from school and noticed mom's Dodge Journey parked in our driveway. Which surprised me because mom was supposed to be working today. I placed my bike against the side of the house and made my way toward the front door. When I tried the handle, I found it was locked.

Which was odd. Why would mom lock the front door? Was she decorating the living room with birthday banners? I know my birthday was next weekend. So could that be it?

I then remembered that mom hid the spare key under the doormat and unlocked the front door.

The entire house felt warm, like mom had just turned up the thermostat. I placed my backpack on the table and noticed that mom was, in fact, hanging birthday streamers and banners. But stopped midway through.