"I know. I miss him, too," I said to her, knowing what she was going to say, but spared her from doing so. She took my kind gesture with grace, and we continued for the real reason we were there.
"Look, I know you didn't call me out of the blue just to reminisce. Why did you need me to come back?"
"Yes, I think it's time we get to the heart of the issue. Sam, she needs you. Your mother needs your help."
My fist clenched for a moment, threatening to break the ceramic mug in my hand, but I managed to calm myself down, before that could happen.
"I don't have a mother," I said, darkly.
"Sam, I know you have your issues with her, but could you put them aside? At least for the time being."
"No," I continued, using that same dark tone on her. Aunt Judy was taken aback by it, but she managed to compose herself, and looked outside the window.
"Things have changed since you left Sam. Ever since that day, Everett hasn't been able to recover."
Chapter 1
The Everett, Aunt Judy was referring to, was my old hometown. A place I swore that I would never step foot in. It wasn't a large town. It just stood right in between a small town, and a medium city. It had its hospital, a county courthouse, an event center, and a rather middle-of-the-road factory that belonged to Kellogg—the cereal company, and even a state prison, just within the county line. It wasn't exactly a prosperous town, but it did have pride in one thing—its school spirit and my old alma mater, Everett High School, home to 'The Fighting Cougars'. Everett loved their 'Cougars' and practically worshiped the ground they played on, whether it be a football field or baseball diamond. At least, it used to be that way until the school was surrounded by a scandal, over a certain golden boy. A golden boy named Marcus Miller, or M&M, to his friends. I wasn't one of those friends; in fact, I was the furthest thing from it. You see, while Marcus Miller was Everett's golden boy; he was my bully.
While teachers, parents, and even students, were praising him for his accomplishments, a select few had the distinct dis-pleasure to have been put down by him, either verbally, or more than likely, physically. I could count how many times I've had a broken, fractured, and sprained bone or joint in my entire life, and they were all caused by him.
Now, one may wonder why I haven't done anything to stop him. The answer was that I did, and that had gotten me nowhere. The reason being is because people were willing to look away from any allegations against him. His father was a banker at one of the largest banks in the city twenty minutes away from Everett, and his grandfather was the county sheriff. Two powerful men, in very powerful positions, made Marcus nearly untouchable. I'd say nearly because right at that moment, he was spending time in jail for extortion, blackmail, adultery, obstruction of justice, and my personal favorite, distribution of child pornography. Now to be fair, it was for sex tapes of him with girls from high school, and a few teachers, but if you send them out over the internet, or by mail to an unwilling recipient, then it becomes a felony. Especially if said material was personally sent to the FBI, with a return address. Now how did the FBI get such material? Well, it was me—I sent it.
It was well into senior year, and for some reason, Marcus decided to spend his last year of high school, making my life miserable. Beat downs, name calling, being thrown into trash cans, the works, and because I was so thin and weak, I really couldn't fight back. Not with him being fifty pounds heavier than me. Of course, because he was the one doing it, the school would always look the other way. Everyone, but my mom. She would go out and complain to teachers, the principal, and even his grandfather, to punish Marcus for what he did, but nothing happened. Finally, after putting up a huge stink, the principal, and Marcus's father put something together. Community service, where Marcus would come over to my house and do whatever chore my mother had for him. What my mother didn't realize was that little agreement would lead to her undoing. And the main reason for that undoing, was because Marcus was born with a silver tongue.
It was no secret that Marcus was a good-looking guy. Tall, lean, and the nature of him being black, added an allure about him for the opposite sex. He had everything going for him, but what made him so dangerous was that he could talk his way out, or in his case—into, anything he wanted. Mainly, he had a way to get into any woman's panties with ease. It was rumored that he managed to sleep with half of the women in Everett before senior year. Another one, was that after he had made his way through the entire cheerleading squad, he'd then set his sights on their mothers. Then, of course, there were rumors about some teachers, guidance counselors, and even a few members of the school board were wrapped around his little finger. And, what I also heard, was that he had a rather large cock, as well.
His preferred choice of conquest was the forbidden fruit kind—wives, mothers, couples—he'd like to steal women away from their significant other, and turn the men into cuckolds. It was his thing, and he loved doing it. He loved the power he held, when he stole their women. It wasn't necessarily a big secret in Everett, it just wasn't a well-known one. I guess the women he slept with didn't want to admit to the men in their life, that they were having an affair with a high-school student. If it had been a more well-known secret, then my maybe mother wouldn't have fallen so easily into Marcus's trap. I did warn her, and to always be on her guard while around him, but like a fool, she assured me that she could handle him—boy, was she wrong.
I was no fool when it came to my mother, and how men looked at her. She was a curvaceous woman, with those thick curves in all the right places. She, of course, had large breasts, a narrowed waist, thick hips, and even a thicker ass—that just bounced every time she walked. I knew, because I would sometimes stare at her when she went by. Her body kinda reminded me of Ryan Conner or Joslyn James in the later years of their adult careers, as they shared the same measurements. I'd known, since I stole a few of my mother's underwear and jacked off into them, while fantasizing about her ass. I was not proud of it, but I was a growing boy, racked with hormones, and lived with a beautiful woman. She was beautiful, and Marcus never missed a chance to remark about that, or that how nobody like me, could possibly come from such a beauty like her. How such a hot milf PAWG like her, could give birth to a skinny little shit guy like me. It was demeaning and a huge blow to my self-esteem. So, when I heard that he was coming over to my place, as our personal servant—I couldn't help but be ecstatic.
He would come over, and do some chores that I found difficult to complete. Normally, it was a father's job to do such manual labor, but unfortunately, we lost him when I was quite young, due to a tragic car accident. So, all those chores fell to me, but I was more of a brain guy instead of brawn. At first, I thought it was good to have my bully work for me for a change, while I worked on my passion project—programming my own video game. For several weeks, I thought things couldn't look any better, but I found out later that I was wrong, very wrong. At first, a weird vibe would come around me, every time I was at school. Sideways glances, hushed murmurs, and the odd snickering when I passed by Marcus's group. I thought it was weird, but at least Marcus wasn't bullying me anymore. I thought he had finally learned his lesson, but then one day, things changed for the worse.
I decided to head home early, since I was ahead on my assignments, and wanted to render out a new piece of code I made for my game. Normally, school didn't allow students to leave school early, but since I was a senior, and was one credit away from graduating, they permitted me to leave the school grounds. I was paddling along, listening to some Huey Lewis, as I rounded the corner to the street where my house was at. All was well in the world, until I saw a very familiar Dodge Challenger in my driveway. It was Marcus' car. I would recognize it anywhere, since he bragged about it constantly when his father bought it for him on his sixteenth birthday. It was sleek, flashy, and loud as hell. A perfect car to represent him—and it was in my driveway. At first, I thought I was seeing things, but then I wondered if maybe he showed up to do more chores for my mother. But then, I realized that it wasn't the weekend, and he was skipping school.
Still dumbfounded by the appearance of his car, I decided to investigate things even further. I took the basement side entrance since that was my room. Once senior year hit, I decided that I needed to know what it felt like to be on my own, so my mom and I converted most of the basement into a small apartment, with a shower and everything. The one thing it did not have was a stove, but it had a fridge to make sandwiches. My mother teased me about it, but she understood as I was getting ready to leave the nest. Once I got inside, I made my way to the staircase that led to the kitchen. Acting like a burglar in my own house, I tiptoed my way up the stairs and into the kitchen. I let out a sigh of relief when I found no one in the kitchen, as if I was expecting something. Then my heart sank, when I heard moaning coming from the direction of the living room. At first, I thought I was imagining things, but another sound came from that general direction. This time it was a grunt—a male grunt.
With every step, my heart sank lower and lower, as the sounds only grew louder and louder. I prayed that what I was hearing was not actually happening; that it was my mind playing tricks on me. But, that's when I saw Marcus, his big black ass pumping its way into someone with their feet dangling from the side of him. For the briefest of moments, my heart stopped beating. It was as if time stood still for me, as I tried to comprehend the scene that was right in front of me; to see if there was some sort of reasonable explanation for Marcus to be like that. Try as I might, but once I heard my mother moan his name.
