Mom's Agreement

THIS IS STRICTLY FICTION. ALL RELEVANT CHARACTERS ARE 18+

Chapter 4 begins.

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Thursday morning......

"Remember what I'd asked about your show this Saturday, last week?" Mom was saying as we were eating breakfast.

"Yes," I simply said. "Something about church and all."

"Well, that wasn't true," she said, resigned to our current state. "Since you have.... found out, I do need to miss your show. Not because I want to...."

Raising my hand, I interrupted, "i know, mom. You don't have to explain."

"Well, I was just going to say, I won't be home Saturday," she stated.

Looking surprised, which I was, I asked, "Why? Where are you going then?."

"The boys told me told rent a motel room down near the harbor," her voice succinct.

"Oh," I simply said, not sure how to redpond. "Wow."

Mom, sighing, added, "I asked them to spare you this weekend. I don't want you around.... this."

Looking at the time, I needed to get to school. "Mom, I'd better get going. I'll be home about 4."

"Just to let you know, Theo will be here. Not Marcus," mom said, resigned. "I just hope he's gentler today."

Already offended, I put my hand up, "Mom, I don't need to know." Grabbing my backpack, I left.

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The rest of Thursday went as normally ad I could have hoped. Marcus and Kelvin didn't bother me. Rather, they were bullying other boys. Hearing the bell ring, I grabbed my things and headed home.

Entering my home, it was 4:10pm. Having not even put my bag down, I could hear the goings on already. And they weren't coming from the bedroom.

"Yes Theo! oh honey!" Stepping around the corner, I see them.

Theo, with his jeans down to his ankles, was behind my mom. Pushed over the kitchen table my mom had no clothing on. Aside from pantyhose, and pink high heels touching the floor, she was lying flat on the table with her head turned to the left. Seeing her hand flat on the surface, Theo was thrusting madly into her. Hands on her hips, the ferocity of his propulsions jerked my mom and the table forward.

"Fu..Fuck me. Oh Theodore!" Mom's voice, filled with lust seemed lost in the moment.

"Dam.. Mrs. Lam.. dyke..Takin'.. my.. bla.. black.. dick.." Those grunts, and mom's moans echoed throughout the lower level. Having not paid attention when I first walked in, I saw the blinds wide open. The angle they were at, they might see mom flat on her stomach, but not Theo slamming into her from behind.

Realizing my presence, Theo ramps up his assault. "Yo'.. kid.. is.. here.." He struggled saying.

Turning to leave, I made my way for thr stairwell. Hearing mom in a seductive voice, I just kept walking. "Ja..Jacob..Fuccckk.. The.. Theo..hur.. hurry."

The sounds of her panic-stricken reaction, I wanted to run in there and hurt Theo. The anger had built, but I knew he'd hurt me much worse.

"Ungh! Ungh! Ungh!" Over and over, the animslistic depravation could be heard even from my bedroom.

20 minutes later, the familiar sounds signalled an explosive finale. "Hon..ey..! Hon.ey..! Oh ba..by!"

"I gotta cum!," Theo resounded. Hearing the table still scraping over the floor, I heard my mom.

"Cum in me sweetie. Ohhhh yesss, Theo. Fill my pussy," mom was ardently crooning.

Abruptly, I heard my nickname. "Limpdick! get yo' ass down here!" The deep voice of Theo, scared me straight. Immediately jettisoning down the stares, I went to the kitchen.

Seeing him fully in mom, and both breathing heavily, having not moved, I just stood, silently. Pulling out of her, She turns and instantaneously swallows his glistening pipe.

Looking over at me, I couldn't bare to witness the turpitude my mom was willingly partaking. Glaring at me and not saying a word, he put both hands on her head.

"Fuckkkkkyes!! Swallow it, bitch!" Watching my mom, literally struggling to gulp down what he was expelling in her mouth, I felt so horrible for her. Seeing ejaculate escaping from her mouth, I noticed it drip on her nylons.

Releasing her head, mom slowly stood. The fatigue on moms face, seemingly constant, couldn't hide the discomposure of the present.

Noticing my presence, a pang of embarrassment struck mom. Putting her hands over her boobs, she first hurriedly tugged her sodden nylons back over her waist.

"Remove yo' hands, bitch," Theo voiced. "Let the retard see them titties." As odium filled her conscience, she moved her hands to her sides. Looking up at the ceiling, she was disgraced.

"Maybe we'll let you fuck her someday homie," Theo spat. "We'll open her up reaaally good for ya."

Realizing the tears in my moms eyes, I could only watch as Theo pulled his pants up. "From now on, I better be greeted at the door in just those things you got on yo' legs and those fuck-me shoes. Nothing else," he ordered.

Nodding her head, the shame she felt was astounding.

Walking him to the door, mom stood on her tips and gave him a kiss.

"Dam you fine for an old bitch," Theo pilloried, smirking at mom. "Guess you live ANOTHER day, Limpdick."

Closing the door, mom sunk to the floor.

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Friday afternoon...

"December 16th to the 26th, that's all Todd? You've been in the Navy for over 20 years," mom complained. "Why can't you get more time?"

"Gretch, I'm a Captain, I'm not the President of the United States. I take the time off that I'm approved for. I can just rescind this time i was able to secure if it's not good enough,"his impatience, glaring.

Grateful for the break, her high heels and legs were resting on Marcus' lower back, she was not on Face Time, rather, just quickly taking his call, as he had called four times prior. Running her left hand through the dread locks Marcus wore, her wedding ring shone brightly.

"Well, the 10 days will have to suffice. I just wish you had more." Looking up at the impatient 18 yr old between her legs, she proceeded to end the call. With a push, Marcus signalled his frustrations. "Look Todd, ohh yes.."

"Are you alright, Gretchen?" Todd said.

Pulling out and pushing back in more forcefully, Gretchen couldn't help her own cause. "Oh God, yes," She bewitchingly uttered. "Hon.. honey, I ha.. have to go.. Jacob will be ho..home.. soon."

Hitting "end call" and tossing her phone off to the side, she reached her hands up and put them back on Marcus' shoulders. Also raising her legs, he gripped them firmly with his large hands. "Fuck me, young man," she said, barely above a whisper.

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Slamming against the wall for what seemed an eternity, the headboard was engaged in a survival battle from the inane thrusting.

"Yes! Yes! oh baby," harder and harder, Marcus pounded my moms battered cunt. In, out, in, out. The squelching sounds of their juices that transferred into, and onto each other, could be heard through the cell phone.

"Damn limpdick, Yo' mama is into it!" Kelvin said, as his right hand on the back of my neck, kept my face on the screen of Theo's cellphone. Sick to my stomach, I was almost in tears as, being in the boys bathroom at school, I was watching the depravity in mom's bedroom.

"Marcus is destroyin' her fine ass," Theo stated.

Kelvin, so ensconced in the debauchery before his eyes, commented, "See? We friends now,, ain't that right, Limpdick?"

Not even paying attention, I squinted my eyes so as to not see my own mother being used in a sardonic fashion.

"Mar..Oh ba..by..Yes! Mar..cus!" Plundering her insides, Marcus, now had my mom on all fours. Gripping the sheets and seeing the lust filled euphoria, mom's aura was gripped by utter debilitation.

Hanging her head, the dress she was wearing was pushed over her back. Seeing her matronly boobs dangling from her chest, Marcus, with one hand on around her torso and the other gripping her freckled tits, slammed repeatedly into her backside, as her body thrust forward each time.

"Oh yes! Oh Yes! Oh Mar..." Interrupting her, Marcus flipped her on her back and pushed her legs back up.

"Gawwdddd, yessss!" Panting inabated, mom looked like a rag doll under the 280 lb. high schooler.

"Yea!! Ah! Ah! Fuckin' bitch! grip..it..," Marcus mewled, focused on the middle-aged cougar lying under him. "I'm 'bout to cum!"

Sluicing in and out of her sodden orifice, the frantic pumping culminated in the finale. Enamored by the white lathery foam, densely populated on the 10' flagpole, the juices seeping out of any tiny opening Marcus allows on his temporary pullouts, mom eyes were dynamically behind her head.

"Fill the bitch," Theo said, barely above a whisper.

"Knock that bitch up. Get past that birth control, homie," Kelvin said, just staring at the screen.

"Ahhhhhhhhh!!"

"Oh Marcus!!!!"

Gripping her stout hips, Marcus slammed forward. "Take it, bitch," the calmness in his otherwise distressed voice, parlayed the relieving sensation of emptying, yet, another load into her.

Seeing her just there there, I made out tears in her eyes. As her hands were draped tenderly over his broad shoulders, I could only imagine the categorical shame from her focus on her lover's bedrock minstrations.

Slowing his thrusts, he released mom's legs.

"Ho..holy shit Mrs. L," Marcus exhaustively huffed, having not yet pulled out. "Yo' pussy is the bomb!"

Pulling out, he also released her legs, letting them fall to either side of him. Getting off the bed he stood there admiring his latest conquest. Turning on her side, I could hear quiet so sobs. The turn of events, from sheer infidelic ecstacy, to cries of sorrow, warranted a response.

"Bitch.. quit yo' crying," Marcus jested. Retrieving his phone from the dresser where it sat recording the whole montage, he brought it over to my mother. "Look," he said, pointedly.

Slightly turning her head, she saw me, Theo and Kelvin on the other side of the FaceTime call. Redness of the eyes, and humiliation in the air, Marcus abruptly ended the episode by directly shifting to me. "Yo' mama's my bitch now, Limpdick."

Releasing the grip on my neck, Kelvin pushed me out of the stall. "Get yo' ass out of here," he quipped, seeing the pitiful look on my face.

Doing as I was told, I quick-timed it out of there.

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"Mr. Lamdyke, you're late."

The restive demeanor emanating from my Calculus teacher, Mr. Clarks' face, countered by the piteous appearance, I was exuding, completed the recipe I has been conjuring up these past few days.

"I'm.. I'm sorry, sir," I mustered. "Just been having stomach issues," I lied, hoping he'd by my story.

"Sit down, young man," he said, a little louder, as the sternness in his voice was apparent. "Your mother will be receiving a call, due to your lack of respect for my class."

Hopeless, i plopped down in my seat and proceeded to try and concentrate.

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Arriving home at 4, there was sense of calmness. Walking into the mudroom, I removed my bag, kicked off my shoes and proceeded to the kitchen. Pausing, the sight of my mother, covered by just a robe and slippers, caught my attention. With her legs crossed and one fluttering innocently in front of her, she looked across to me.

"I'm sorry seeetheart," she quietly said. "I cannot imagine how rough this on you. Mr. Clark called me. He's concerned with your recent tardiness."

Understanding she wasn't scolding, nor punishing me, I just retorted, "Yea, I can't concentrate mom. I am afraid if my grades drop, It couid hurt my chances for Julliard."

Just then, Marcus walks in. Frozen, my eyes moved left to right, from mom go him. "What..."

"Shut up Limpdick," Marcus interfered. Looking intently upon me, he sat at the table by mother. "Old man Clark called just as I finished fuckin' yo mom," he said, pointedly.

Astounded by his votacity, he continued, "When yo' mama got off the phone she asked me to help you out."

Confused, I responded blankly, "Help me, how?"

Quickly understanding this wasn't a change of heart on his end, he added, "Yo' mama wanted a change in our.... agreement," he said, looking over at mom. "She said you're tryin' to get in some music school and she's worried 'bout you comin' home hearing her fuckin since its' fuckin with yo' grades."

Jumping in, mom said, "We've come to an understanding she said. "The boys will be gone before you get home. Marcus will tell them to stay completely away from you, even at school."

"But......" I said, expecting more.

"In return," mom said. "I agreed on Friday and Saturday nights, as long as you do not, verifiably, have assignments you need to complete, one or all of them will be spending the night... with me in my bedroom."

Sitting there in silence, I couldn't believe what I was hearing. Marcus, though, had to chime right back in, emphasizing his authoritative role. "The bitch drives a hard bargain," he bruskly said, the brashness mature in his aspect, discernible. "I'm only allowing it, cuz I choose to. I can rescind this anytime y'all wanna act a fool."

Understanding the paradigm shift, I nodded. "Thank..thank you. That would be a big help," I said, not meeting his eyes.

Looking at my mom, Marcus tells her, "You still gotta figure out what yo' ass plan on doin' when your old man comes home. I ain't goin' 10 days without yo' pussy." Grabbing his bag, he headed for the mufroom. " See you at motel Mrs. L; 10 am. You bedt be prepared for fuckin' you aint coming home till late. Drop his ass off to his concert, tomorrow."

"I will Marcus. Thank you," mom softly answered. Closing the door behing him, mom and I let out coinciding sighs, together.

That evening, mom made us dinner. We ate, mostly in silence. The dynamic between these four walls has significantly changed. Marcus, Kelvin and Theo have all the cards right now. I'm more concerned how my mom will juggle them and our family when dad is home those 10 days.

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Saturday morning, as I was eating cereal, mom's footsteps on the stairwell. Entering the kitchen, she poured herself a cup of coffee.

"Good morning, Sweetheart," she said. Pecking my cheek, she say down next to me. "Don't overthink about anything that violin in your hands. Do you understand me?" Her directives, being sincere.

"I won't," I remarked, trying to sound sure of myself. "I'm just bummed you won't be there."

"Don't worry about me," she added, scooching closer to my chair. Putting her manicured fingers under my chin, she delicately raised my eyes to hers. "I mean it, young man. I'm doing this STRICTLY so you can achieve your goals without negative repercussions."

Trying to be genuinely appreciative, I nodded approvingly. "That motel you're going to isn't in the good area of the city. The area around the harbor isn't ideal for a woman to go, alone."

"I won't be alone," she reminded me. Feeling her phone buzz, she raised her hand. "It's your father." Pressing 'Accept' she opened FaceTime.

After speaking to my face she was wrapping her call. "Todd, I need to get Jacob to the venue. I'll just talk to you tomorrow. We won't be home to late, so I might not be paying attention to my phone." Just listening to her lie, gave me a sense of dread. Ending the call she excused herself. "15 minutes, we're leaving, honey."

Agreeing, I proceeded to finish getting ready. 15 minutes later, the sound of her high heels was clear on the landing upstairs. Reaching downstairs, she nonchalantly retrieved her shaul and purse.

"Ready, Sweetheart?" She asked, her words serene. Standing in front of me she was wearing a tight fitting, peach colored pencil skirt. Adorning 3" beige colored high heels, she also enhanced her legs with sun beige colored pantyhose.

"Yes," I answered, grabbing my violin and the cooler, with food stored inside for me. Getting in the car, we headed to the venue.

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Pulling into the venom mom pulled up to the building. "Good luck honey," she encouraged me. "Just do what you know how to do. Don't focus outside of the tunnel vision."

Not showing any signs of apprehension, distress, unnervingness, even the uncertainty of where she is going, her focus on me was impeccable. Clearly resigned to her immediate future, she patted my hand. "I love you, honey. See you tonight. Don't wait up ok?"

"I love you, too," I rebutted, nodding in the affirmative as she drove off.

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Pulling off to the side after leaving, mom heard her phone.

"BUZZZZ! BUZZZZ!," Learning there were a couple texts, she opened them.

"We're all going to be there at 10, text us the room number and leave the door unlocked so we can just walk in. I wants a hole in those things on your legs, and your dress pushed over your waist; Tits open, legs open. You're in for a very very LONG day."

Responding, "I understand. I just dropped my son off," mom hit 'SEND'.

Looking at herself in the rearview mirror and seeing her reflection in it, "She quietly muttered, "Here we go."

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Ch. 5 is in the works.