Mom's Agreement

THIS IS A STORY OF FICTION. ALL CHARACTERS ARE 18+.

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After my mother came home about 8:15, the look on her face said it all. Exhaustion, disgust, humiliation, shame. Her hair was disheveled, her dress needed a dry cleaning. But the gait in how she walked really concerned me. She had asked me to run her a bath, so I did. Leaving her alone, I went and watched TV. Walking by her bedroom, I heard her usually softly, angelic voice at a level im not even sure she attempted to control.

"Marcus, No! I cannot walk around my home virtually naked," hearing an unusually upset tone in her voice. "Jacob is literally here. My husband will be home in a few weeks. I rarely wear pantyhose around my husband."

Continuing down the hall, I hear a screech in her voice. "Please! Just leave him alone! You and your...your goons fucked me 2 ways to Sunday. I'm always dressed how you want when you arrive."

After a little pause, I assume from Marcus talking, I could hear mom let out a big sigh.

"Fine. You win. I don't know why you seem to get a thrill at my own child seeing me dressed like a hooker."

Going into my bedroom, I closed the door behind me and fired up my PC.

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Over the next week, mom was reserved. She was thinking about things. Sure, our relationship was fine, but I could sense something, calculating, spinning in her head. Everytime I'd ask if everything was ok, she would lovingly say, "Mama is just thinking about things I don't really want you involved with. Not yet at least."

Day after day, I'd come home to creaking, moans, grunts. Whenever she would come downstairs with whoever was with her that day, I noticed a certain conniving look on her face. Looking clearly satiated from the fucking she took, day after day, she would be buttoning her dress coming down the stairwell. Walking whoever to the door, she would kiss him and tell him she will see him soon. But after closing the door behind her, a wry smirk would appear on her face. Tapping her chin as she leaned against the front door, I could imagine her thought process.

That following Saturday morning, I headed downstairs. As I was sitting eating cereal, I heard mom's bedroom door open, then close. Hearing her padding down the stairs, I kept scrolling on my phone. As she walked into the kitchen, she froze. Looking up at me, I saw her standing there in just a lace bra, tan pantyhose and a look of embarrassment.

"Ummmm mom?" I questioningly queried. "Why are you coming downstairs dressed like that?"

Shame and disgust showing on her exhausted face, she held up her hand. "Jacob, please honey. Don't start asking questions."

Opening the blinds and a couple of drapes, my eyes got big. "The neighbors will see mom," I thought to myself. "She isn't even fully dressed."

Retrieving her phone, she texted something to someone. Putting her phone down, she went back upstairs. After about 15 minutes, mom came back down. Calling me into the living room, she had a determined, yet serious look on her face.

"Jacob, just listen. Please don't talk, ok?" Nodding my head at her, I settled myself in gor the conversation. "Marcus is on his way. I need you to answer the door, and just send him up to my bedroom. Be normal, but stay in your bedroom afterward."

"Mom what's......" Raising her hand, she again cut me off.

"Honey, please. Don't ask questions. Just do as mama asks.. ok?" Sighing, I reluctantly nodded.

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10:30am

Ding Dong!!

Answering the door, Marcus stood there. Big toothy smile, and an eagerness about him.

"Yo' Limpdick. Where's yo mama?" He started, the seriousness in his face, apparent.

"She.. she's upstairs," I stated, unable to look him in his eyes. "She told me to tell you she's waiting in her bedroom for you."

Pushing me aside, he enters the house. Kicking off his shoes, he began making his way up the stairs. Sweater...dropped on the stairs. Pants....kicked off on the landing. Hearing the bedroom door open, then close. The sense of urgent immediacy was evident.

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20 minutes later...

"Unh! Unh! Unh! Unh!"

Knowing what was obviously going on, I could only shake my head in disbelief.

"THUMP! SQUEAK! THUMP! CREAK!" Those sounds emanated unquestionably throughout the house. Through my headphones, I could literally hear them having sex.

"Yes! Oh... baby...God yes...!" The ecstatic sounds, constant for the past 20 minutes, echoed throughout the house.

"Yes! Yes! Yes! Fu.. Fuck me..!" Hearing my mom panting, but seemingly encouraging the infidelity occurring behind her door, I could only cringe everytime I heard her headboard hitting the wall.

"Fuckkkk yessss!!" I could disseminate, as Marcus was making himself known. The constant squeaking of the bedsprings only solidified the truth that Marcus was really giving it to my mother.

"OhYes!OhYes!OhYes!" The repeated chants, seemed to go on for what seemed to be hours was really 10 minutes.

Suddenly, the creaking, the thumping, the moans, the grunting stopped. One second, chaos, mayhem. The next, silence. Removing my headphones, I had figured they were done. Hearing muffled sounds coming from her room, I suddenly heard. "Noooooo! Please, No!!!" as her bedroom door opened.

Without warning, my bedroom door flies open and there I see Marcus, naked, filled with rage. Storming in, he grabs me by my neck. "Yo' mama fucked up, dawg!" Standing me up, he starts marching me towards the door.

"Marcus! Please, I can explain!" I hear, suddenly seeing my mom at my door. Confused, I honestly had no idea what was going on.

Seeing my mom standing at the entrance of my bedroom was shocking. Disheveled hair, runs in her pantyhose down her inner thighs, makeup smeared, her breasts out for the whole world to see, and her unbuttoned dress still hanging on her petite frame.

Pushing me to the ground, Marcus charged toward my mom. "Trying to set me up, bitch!" Seeing the ire on his face, he continued. "Thought you was gonna get me and my boys on your own cell phone so you could turn this on us, huh!"

"Marcus, please!! Don't hurt Jacob!" Mom pleased, as he turned around.

"You must be fuckin' stupid," he said, picking me up off the ground. "I thought I saw a blinking light the first time I came in you. I wondered why you were so.... obliging," The fury on his eyes, replaced by a more poised posture.

"Some things will change around here, immediately. #1. You will erase everything off your phone right now." Pushing me against the wall, he lifted me. #2, If I see of, or learn you ain't wearing this (pointing at my body), everytime you disobey me, will mean Limpdick here gets roughed up."

Frozen and quiet, my mom was helpless seeing the boy fucking her not 10 minutes earlier, holding her son against the wall.

"#3, You'll be seeing much, much more of me. Be lucky, cuz you'll be gettting one dick a lot more than all 3. I own this fucking pussy now." His voice, calm, but very firm. "Finally," he added, amplifying his hold on mom, "When yo' husband comes home, you better start thinking of reasons why you'll be away a lot."

Dropping me, he gives mom her phone. "Erase.... everything," He quietly, yet frighteningly said. "You're fucking, Cloud too, bitch."

Watching my mom, every movement of her fingers, clicking here, there, she meticulously removed everything that was trying to set Marcus up, on. Grabbing her phone, he proceeded to go through all of the avenues he figured she could store anything, double-checking that she didn't try slipping something past him.

Once satisfied, he let me know. "I'm gonna let the boys you were recording us. After seeing what you were pulling, be lucky Limpdick's legs aint broke.!"

Looking at me, he just snickered. "Such a puss," he smirked, shaking his head.

Pointy at mom, the venom spewed from his mouth. "You wanna see how the game just changed bitch? Get yo'ass back in the bedroom. I'mma treat you like the ho' yo' ass is!"

Taking mom by her arm, they went back to her bedroom. "Yo' Limpdick, get yo' ass in here!" Sighing, I made my way to her room.

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Cautiously walking in to her room, I see them on the bed.

"Sit," Marcus said, through gritted teeth.

See mom's legs resting on his chest, her high heels were on either side of his face.

"Marcus, hon.." Cutting her off, Marcus sneered at her.

"Shut the fuck up, Mrs. L," his eyes fixed on Jacob.

As soon as I sat down and without warning, Marcus speared mom. "Ohhhhhhh!!"

Shoving all of his length as far into her as he could go, he held himself, balls deep in her quim. Mom, gripping the sheet with her right hand. and her wedding ring-laden hand resting on his hip, mom looked lustfully towards me. Marcus, with a wry grin said, "You 'bout to see how yo' mama gets fucked."

Appalled by his boldness, I was frozen in the chair. Turning his head to look at mom, her gaze moved to his eyes. "Tell Jacob what you want," he spewed, curtly.

Looking at me, with tears in her eyes, her response shocked me. "Show my pathetic son how a real man fucks a woman."

Gripping her upturned hips and pushing her legs back with his forearms, he was intent on doing just that.

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"Fu..fuck me.. God yes!" Mom's blissful words reflected in the bedroom. Her eyes, locked on mine, she was deep in the throes of the overweight black kid, pounding her insides.

"Fuck your path.. pathetic tar..targets mom," she panted, watching the built up sweat dripping of their bodies.

Every thrust elicited a yelp from mom. "Oh yes.. "Oh ba..baby.. yes!" She would stammer, seeming like a ragdoll in his hands. Pistoning in and out of her, the white foam coating the dark pole appearing, then disappearing each pump into its' cavern, was unmistakable.

Her own juices, mixed with the semen laden foam matting her pubic mound, was as abhorrent, as it was, vile. Her boobs were bruised as well, from the manhandling of his beefy hands.

""Ah! Ah! Ah!" Every stab into her womb only precipitated the inevitable.

"Yes, oh Mar.. Marcus yes," her submissive demeanor was a sight to behold.

Looking back over his right shoulder Marcus told me, "Get yo' phone out, now pussy!"

Fumbling with my phone, he told me to pull my video up. "You're gonna film me cumming in yo' mama. You better not show my face. Just the black dick spitting inside her. Make sure her face is in it."

Looking at mom in sheer horror, she gently nodded at me. Mouthing, "Do it," I steadied my phone.

A few more violent pumps into her, Marcus let out a loud roar of relief. "Ahhhhhfffuuucckkk MrsssssLllll!" Watching as their bodies suctioned together, his butt cheeks flexing everytime he was shooting inside her, the cooing from my mom was intense.

"Oh honey, yes," she softly cooed, relief also washing over her overtaxed face. Ardently scraping her nails along his sides, the franticness of the finale began to subside.

Realizing he was finished, he dropped moms' legs, while simultaneously pulling his spent rod from her depths. Once free from the massaging warmth of her depths, a deluge of their sexual result poured out of her. Saturating her inner thigh, nylons, and the linens under her, their raucous couple finally ended.

"Fuckin' bitch," Marcus muttered, still upset at her. "To think, I was actually gon' give yo'ass days off. We just going to pound this pussy, daily from now on. You ever try settin' my ass up ass up again, our understanding is done and I'll just ruin y'alls fuckin' lives. Yo'

reputation would be ruined if prople knew your white ass fuckin' black dudes while yo' husband in the military and shit!"

Before he left the room as mom lie there, still panting, desperately trying to calm herself and her legs spread wide the numbness I endured throughtout this whole ordeal, was combined with the permanent memory etched into my brain. "Send me that shit," Marcus ordered, referring to the video. Nodding at him nervously, he left to retrieve his clothes.

Hearing the front door open, then close, I truly didn't know what to do. Turning onto her side, I heard muffled cries, so I got up, and left her room, helpless to do anything.

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Each subsequent day after, moms bedroom sounded like a brothel. I'd hear the moans and grunts, maybe see one of the boys downstairs getting a Soda Pop or something to eat, as the others are ploughing my mom incessantly through the mattress. The unremitting banging of the headboard and the annoying squeal of the bedsprings. In and out of the bedroom they would come and go, and a lot of the time, there would be encouragement, and "cheering on" of one another.

"Fuck that white bitch," one might say.

"Destroy that middle aged pussy," Another would add.

But everytime, after the last howling to announce, "I'm cumming Mrs. L!" I could literally hear my mother panting. Seeing her walk down the stairs, minus her heels from time to time, was disheartening. Disheveled, exhausted, worn out, my mom always had that look of... satisfaction.

Not a look of "enjoyment" per se, rather a look of "let's get this over with. Ecstasy be damned." In my 18 years I never heard my mom be this boidtetous, even with my father. But then again, he never treated my mom in this fashion.

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Thanksgiving came and went, and literally those 4 days we had off from school, my mom was busy entertaining the boys. It seemed like every trash pick up day, there was, what looked like, a full trash bag of used, smeared pantyhose. That's how often they used her. And everytime, when they finally left for the evening, mom was downstairs in the kitchen making us dinner.

I knew this was really taking its' toll on her. Not only physically, but with her mental health as well. There would be times, after dinner, I'd be cleaning the kitchen and I'd see mom just looking out the window in the living room. It was dark by then, but it was as if she looking off into space.

Our once vibrant talks, have become seldom. If we pop on a show she may like on NetFlix, she will get up halfway through it, and turn in for the night. I'll hear the bathtub running so I know she's taking a bath.

There was an evening I went to wish my mom a good night, like I always did. Not seeing her in her bed, I searched the house. When I didn't find her, I'd remember she ran a bath that night. Finding her, asleep in the bathtub, it broke my heart, trying to understand why she is even still doing this for me. I don't want her to. It's gotten to the point, I'd rather just take the bullying, the ripped shirts, anything. I hated this. The hate I had for the guys, 3 months early, has grown exponentially.

Every day I see them at school, theyre bullying other students. Sure, they leave me alone now, but the content looks on their faces, from the many visits they have had with my mom, only makes wonder if any other mother of those being currently bullied, would ever put herself through the hell mine is going through.

Mom has tried soothing my concerns when she is in the mood to talk. She admits to not being able to control her hormones, and ashamedly gets into it. The moaning is "all part of the sex process" for a woman, when their partner, or in this case, partners, can do what they do for, what seems to be, hours on end.

Having had enough, I wanted to desperately help my mom, no matter the consequences I would deal with. But I was torn about what to do.

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It was a Wednesday afternoon. The day was cold and windy. Winter was just 2 weeks away. Snow was falling, turning our brown roofing tiles, white. Already having covered the driveway and grass, the main street of our block and neighborhood was piling up with powder. Inside my house was a different story.

Having all called off of school, Marcus, Theo and Kelvin were taking their usual turns between her legs. Pumping furiously, they each would announce their finale, pull out and almost immediately replaced by another. They'd rarely give mom a rest in between.

I was sitting there in the chair, st the far end of the bedroom, witnessing the continuous onslaught between her widely spread legs. Moaning uncontrollably, the cum stains matted on her sodden pantyhose, her head thrashing back and forth on the pillow, mom was in another world.

"Oh yes, Oh yes!," she would routinely chant, encouraging my bullies to "ravish me" as she would say. Hearing the familiar sound of relief, it sickened me seeing my mom looking up whomever just happened to be snug between her nylon-clad legs at that moment.

Feeling the semen explode into her, time and time was again, was nothing new now. It was the expected result, each and every time. Whethere in ger butt, her mouth, her vagina, they made sure, the linens were about ruined by the time they'd leave.

But this evening about 6 pm, Marcus decided to stay longer and was really giving it to my mom. After the other two had left, Marcus told my mom she wasn't done and to change into a new pair of pantyhose. Immediately the fornification resumed.

She was exhausted. Panting with every violent thrust, as deep as he could spear her innards, her hoarse voice tried to remain seductive. "Yes Marcus, oh baby yes," she would invariably gurgle.

Not paying attention to his surroundings, not even caring that I was sitting 20 ft away as he ruthlessly "raw-dogged" my mother, as I would always hear them brag, A car was pulling into the driveway. Oblivious to this, "Fuck yea, Mrs. L. Takin' it like a champ," was being mockingly said by Marcus.

As the weight of his upper body pushed downward on the backs of her thighs, his right hand held her ankles locked in their current position. Thrusting in and out of her, the squelching of the insane amount of semen pumped into her abused, satiated pussy, was erotic. Pumping her in a rhythm, one might do to a significant other, his focus was solely on the 41 year old woman underneath him.

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Putting his car in park, Todd exits and beelines to the front door. Entering the house, he hears the noises his son, Jacob, was vaguely and frantically explaining were occurring on a daily basis.

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Chapter 7 is in the works.