THIS IS A STORY OF FICTION. ALL CHARACTERS ARE 18+
This is the final chapter of Jacob, his mother and his bullies.
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Upon entering the house, Todd immediately heard it. The grunting, the moans, the clunking sounds against the wall, the persistent squeaking. Having been "around the block" a few times in his life, He knew EXACTLY what was going on upstairs.
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A week earlier, while Gretchen was servicing all 3 boys one evening, Todd had called her cell phone. Since I was downstairs, as I was kicked out after being made to watch them viciously fucking her, I struggled with the promise I had made with my mother not to tell my father the goings on.
"I'm doing this for you, honey," she would remind me. "Once you graduate, I'll end it."
Hearing her cell "ringing" for the third time, I couldn't contain myself anymore. "Hello?" I said, anxiety in my voice.
"Hey Jake!" He began, happy to hear my voice. "How ya doin' buddy!"
Hearing my father's voice, the struggle within me was trying not to crumble. "I'm. I'm..," The uncertainty shown in my voice. "Dad, We need you to come home early. Mom put herself in a situation that has completely gone crazy."
"Put your mother on the phone," he said, as worry began to consume him.
My silence spoke volumes as, even he, could faintly hear what sounded like sex in the background. I had him on FaceTime. "She's..... with him right now," I stammered.
Hearing her bedroom door open, then close quickly, I hurriedly ended the call. "Someone's coming dad, I'm sorry, Just please find a way to get home."
Seeing Marcus coming downstairs, naked and with a lathered matter coating his penis, I realized he had just finished his turn with her.
"Yo' mama is one good fuck," he reminded me, as he opened the refrigerator to grab a Coke. "Kelvin and Theo are tearing her ass up right now. Damn she is loose!"
Chuckling he proceeded to go back upstairs. Hearing the door open again from her bedroom, the panting and grunting was prominent.
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After that evening, my father put into motion whatever he needed to do, to request leave earlier than had been planned. Giving me explicit directives not to inform my mom, he called my cell phone the day before he was finally able to secure an earlier leave. He was furious at my mother, for the obvious infidelity, but my explaining why she was doing it, I figured would absolve her of much of the responsibility.
He told me he was furious the school had done nothing to protect me from Marcus, Kelvin and Theo and he'd handle that separately. But he was also upset that I had not come to him as soon as my mother started this....... agreement. Expressing my own fears of mom telling me not to involve him, dad said he understood, but is still upset. Not at me, but at the whole situation.
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Seeing him walk in the house, I was in the living room, being banished there after Theo and Kelvin left. Being now, 6:30, just the sight of my father, adorned in his military uniform, jolted me out of my reverie.
"Mar.. Marcus! Oh yes! fu.. fuck me!!" The illcit verbiage, unmistakably vocalized from upstairs. Hearing this, Dad froze in his tracks.
The incessant thumping of the headboard banging the wall nonstop, the creaking of the bedsprings, causing a headache inducing commotion.
"Take..my..dick..you..fu..fucking..bitch!" Marcus lashed out.
The grunts, and panting were unsettling to dad. Hearing my mom, in sheer ecstasy caused his mind to start racing.
Noticing my place on the couch, he proceeded to ascend the stairs. Immediately, I jumped off the couch and followed behind him.
"Yes! Yes! Marcus! Har..harder!" The submissive, yet lust-filled cries emanating throughout the middle class home, marked a poignant moment in the chaos falling around
us. "Ungh Ungh! Ungh! Ungh!" she repeated in a melodic chant.
Reaching the top of the stairwell, he noticed the door to their bedroom cracked open, just enough that you couldn't fully see in, yet hear every sound permeating from inside.
Listening to my mom, shrieking like a whore in heat, his anger was building. Pushing the door open, so as to survey the surroundings and scenery he was walking into, he needed to see how many of the people I had informed him of, being associated with these vile, lascivious actions.
As the door provided more clarity of the exploitations currently going on, he saw my mom on her back, with her legs flopping around in the bedroom. Black heels on her feet, he also noticed the pantyhose at her hips. With both of her hands, practically clutching Marcus' broad shoulders, her wedding ring glistened, even in the lit sanctuary.
The big body, pretty much on top of her, blocked her sightline of the bedroom door. Barely seeing mom's face, he knew she didn't realize just who was at the door. Focused solely on Marcus, his hips were pistoning in and out of her like a madman. Seeing her head, gnashing from side to side on the pillow, he was astonished at the brutality of the pounding his wife was receiving.
"Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh!" was being forced out of her lungs, emitting yelp after yelp from each plunge into her 41 year old cunt.
Stepping in swiftly, he went straight for the bed. Marcus, hearing footsteps behind, thought is was me, after telling me to not interrupt them.
Just as Marcus was going to turn his head, the words, "What the fuck Limp..." were interrupted by my father literally pulling him off my mother. Amidst the suddenness that just began, the turmoil that turned a location from one, of pure eroticism and the intertwining of fornication, into utter chaos.
After a couple moments of confusion, the horror on mom's face, realizing dad was winding up to hit Marcus, the realization had set in. "Todd! No!", Mom shouted.
As his right hand connected onto the temple of the overweight human trying to, now, extricate himself from the floor, Mom briskly moved to the beds edge, straightening her body, paralyzed to the scene unfolding.
Sending Marcus crumpling to the deck, dad, full of adrenaline, stood over him, "Where are the others!" Dad shouted, veins bulging from his neck.
Glancing at my mom, sitting at the edge, tattered pantyhose, boobs on full display, her hair disheveled, clear, unadulterated exhaustion wreaking havoc on her face and the terrifying view of the site in play, he shouted to no one in particular. "Where.. are... they..!"
Surprisingly, my dad, all 180 lbs of him, full of adrenaline, picked Marcus back up off the floor. In a daze, blood running from Marcus' nose, Dad hit him again, sending him reeling, once more to the canvas.
"Todd! Stop! You're going to kill him!" Mom shouted, to no avail. Stopping, heavy breathing, dad pointedly demanded, "Where are they Gretchen!"