Jimmy opened his eyes and fell out of bed as he scrambled for the bedroom door. He charged into the bathroom, slamming the door behind him, and barely flipped open the toilet before retching. All the junk food he'd consumed the night before flushed from his system. He clung to the sides of the toilet dry heaving until he was sure there was nothing else to come up. He sat back on the hard tile floor with his back against the wall. What the hell was he going to do? Life as he knew it ended last night.
Flashes from last night passed through his throbbing brain. He beat his temples, desperate to keep them out, but it was no good. They came anyway. The memories were hazy, edged with fuzz. Jimmy had been drunk before he took the hits off the vape. Those hits tipped him into the abyss. He wanted to blame the drugs, but even the strongest pot couldn't make you fuck your mother.
He saw his mom on the couch—pinned between his friends—Tanner and Parker double teaming her like some scene out of a porn video. He heard his mom begging his friends to fuck her. And then Jimmy saw himself standing behind her, staring down at her plump ass and swollen cunt, ready to fuck her himself. He started to get hard and felt like he was going to be sick again.
Jimmy stripped down and took a long, scalding hot shower. He stayed in there until the water turned cold, and only then did he reluctantly step out of the shower. He listened intently as he toweled off. His mother was out there in the house somewhere, and he could not face her. He didn't know if he's ever be able to face her again. His ears were greeted by silence, but that didn't mean he was home alone. His mom was probably even worse off than he was, and still sleeping it off.
Treading lightly, Jimmy crept into the hallway. The house was old, and it was difficult to walk on the creaky floors without making a racket. When he was in high school, just a couple years ago, it had been impossible to sneak in after curfew. Each creak of the floor stabbed into his ears as he walked toward his mother's room at the end of the hallway. The door was ajar and the room was dark beyond. His mom usually opened the curtains first thing, suggesting she was still in there.
He couldn't bring himself to call out her name, so Jimmy poked his head past the door, and sighed in relief finding his mother's bed empty. His heart sank again when he realized that didn't mean she wasn't room. The clock on her nightstand said it was mid-afternoon. She could have gone to church. He almost laughed, thinking about his mom piously sitting upright in a church pew after what she'd done last night. Jimmy went to the window and pulled the curtain aside. Her car was not parked out front. Now he really did relax.
Jimmy retreated to his room and quickly dressed. He didn't know how long she'd be out, and he didn't want to be there when she returned. He threw on his standard uniform of baggy jeans, long-sleeved t-shirt and hoodie and fled out the back door, where his beat-up old Dodge Neon was parked. He purposely didn't look at the living room, where everything had gone down.
The neighborhood park was a short drive away, but it had always felt like another world to Jimmy. He'd been losing himself in the woods since he was little, probably too little to be out there alone. He wasn't always alone. This was also where he and his friends retreated when they wanted to hang out away from the prying eyes of adults, but Jimmy's friends were the last thing he wanted to think about right now.
It was a chilly October afternoon, and Jimmy shoved his hands deep into the hoodie's pockets as the trudged up the trail. The trees thickened around him as he pushed up hill. The trail wound up and around, behind a big rock face that overlooked a wide creek and an open field. Jimmy liked to sit out on that rock and look out on the world—especially when the park was deserted. It was deserted today, and that suited him just fine. Jimmy settled onto the rock, stared out into the field, and the trees beyond it, and could not escape one thought: I'm a motherfucker. Literally, a motherfucker.
Jimmy hated his friends now. How could they take advantage of his mom like that? The second she came stumbling into the house last night he knew there was going to be trouble. It took everyone a moment to get over the fear of being busted drinking underage and smoking weed, but once that passed, and they got a load of her outfit, Jimmy felt the atmosphere in the room change. The guys couldn't take their eyes off her. In the deepest, darkest part of his soul, Jimmy had to admit he couldn't either, but at least he had the grace to try. He saw his mom when she left, and when he got a load of her tits in that outfit he purposely stared at the floor. He didn't like the things he felt for his mother sometimes.
Wyatt was the worst of the group. He'd had a thing for Jimmy's mom since middle school and never tried to hide it. The others agreed that she was the hottest mom—they loved telling Jimmy he had a MILF, just to see his reaction—but Wyatt acted like he was really in love with her. Wyatt always stared. He was always like, "Mrs. O, you're so pretty" or "Thanks, Mrs. O, you're the best." She didn't see it for what it was, but why would she? Jimmy thought Wyatt came in his pants when she walked in wearing that costume last night.
Jimmy did what he could to get his mom upstairs and in bed. She was already tipsy, but it was like the world was working against him, and the next thing he knew his mom was on the couch between his friends—their hands all over. When he couldn't take anymore, he went up to his room. He felt guilty now for throwing her to the wolves, but he was too angry to care at the time. His mother was acting kind of like a slut, so she deserved what she got.
Jimmy stewed in his room until he couldn't take it anymore. He was too high to properly suppress the feelings his mother's Halloween costume stirred in him. He tried to think of anything else, but she kept coming to mind, and he was so horny he couldn't think straight. Jimmy finally resolved to kick the guys out and get his mom in bed (not like that!)
The sounds coming from the living room stopped him at the top of the stairs. The rational part of his brain told him to run back to his bedroom, shut the door, and hold his pillow over his head. The animal part of his brain took him around the corner and down the stairs to where he stopped, stunned by what he saw. There was his mom, on the couch, bouncing between his friends, Tanner and Parker. Tanner was fucking Jimmy's mom like a wild man, while Parker used her mouth. Parker let her go, and she begged Tanner to fuck her. Tanner was happy to comply, riding her ass until he filled her with his load. Parker moved in right behind her and took his friend's place.
It wasn't just a punch to the gut. It was more like a baseball bat. He had to sit on the steps as it felt like the house was turning on its side. Jimmy had never felt anything like this in his 19 years. Hot-white anger and betrayal. An urge to do serious violence. And under all of that, a burning arousal. Jimmy didn't know when he got hard, but his cock was painfully full. His balls felt heavy between his legs. He didn't want to face it, but he'd never seen anything as sexy as his mother being double teamed on the living room couch.
Jimmy saw Tanner approaching him, pulling up his pants, and tried to flee. But Tanner caught up with him. Meanwhile, Parker kept fucking Jimmy's mom, and Wyatt fed her his cock.
"Pretty fucking hot, right?" Tanner said.
"That's my mom, you asshole," Jimmy spat.
"Oh, knock it off. You want her as much as the rest of us, or you wouldn't be up here watching the show."
"Tanner, you're dick. I do not want that."
"You're not hard, Jimmy?"
Jimmy looked away, shamed.
"Hey, don't think any of us are going to judge you. We've all just had her. Why don't you come down and take your turn?"
"No! No way, man!" Jimmy shook his head, violently.
"Look at her. Karen fucking needs it, Jimmy. She's not going to turn down that hog leg of yours. Just get in there after Park's done. We've got her all ready for you."
"No. I can't. It's fucking wrong. What's wrong with you, Tanner?"
"It's not like you have pussy falling out of your pockets, Jimmy. It would be wrong to turn this down. When's the next time you're going to get the chance to bang a wild piece of tail like Karen?"
It irked Jimmy that Tanner kept referring to his mother as Karen, which was silly given the circumstances. Sitting there, the day after, staring out at the field, he still didn't know what he had been thinking. There was no excuse for his behavior. Jimmy went down those steps and he fucked his mother.
Her face was buried in Wyatt's lap. His chest was tight. How was he going to fuck her if he couldn't breathe? But then he was reaching for her, and she wiggled her ass back at him, eager for her next cock. She didn't know it was him, at first. He just thrust himself into her drenched pussy. She loved it, though. She went wild the second he stuck his cock in her, almost like she could sense something was different. She was so wet and sloppy from his friends fucking her, and coming inside her, that he didn't know what to think. It felt so different than the handful of other times he'd had sex. But his mother's cunt felt good. And the illicitness of the act made it difficult to keep from coming right off the bat. She begged him to fuck her—not knowing it was him—and he fucked her harder, feeling the cum boiling in his balls. And then she knew it was him, and the spell was broken. His mon panicked and begged him to stop. Jimmy almost did, but she felt too good. Parker told her to lie back and enjoy it, and she gave in. She loved her son's cock too much.
Jimmy kept ramming her as she screamed, climaxing on his prick. He fucked her even as she went limp. At the last minute, a sliver of sanity took over and Jimmy pulled out, shooting his load all over her round, juicy ass. At least he didn't come inside his own mother.
He ran upstairs without looking back, leaving his mother with his friends. Jimmy knew that made him a coward, but that didn't matter. He couldn't face anyone. And he still couldn't. Jimmy sat on that cold rock with the wind whipping up around him and wondered what the hell he was going to do. Could he just run away and start somewhere else?
It wasn't just about how he felt. What was his mother going to say? What was she feeling? Jimmy knew she was a good person, or always thought so until last night. Not that being drunk and high was an excuse—as she'd always told him—but she would have never done that stuff otherwise. His mom must be devastated. Maybe she had already run away. No, she would face this, and make Jimmy face it. But god, what were they going to do? How could they face something like this? Nothing would ever be the same again.
Jimmy stayed in the park until it began getting dark. He only had the light of his mobile to navigate back down the trail, so he didn't want to let it get full dark. When he reached his car, he knew he couldn't go home, not yet. He hadn't figured out how to face his mother. Instead, he stopped for a bite to eat, consuming the fast food in his car and listening to Spotify. He tried flipping through stuff on his phone, but nothing grabbed his interest. His mother was ever on his find, and when he figured out that he was mildly aroused thinking about her, he almost pulled up some porn on his mobile. He recalled his mom begging, "Jimmy...baby...don't..." And then she moaned, "Mmm...no...yes..." Jimmy was disgusted with himself and sat in his dark car.
It was almost 10 when he rolled home. Jimmy circled the block and found his mom's SUV parked out front, but didn't see any lights on in the house. If the universe had any mercy, his mother had gone to bed, hoping to avoid him too. He came in through the backdoor, and the house was silent. He picked through the dark kitchen and dining room. The living room was dimly lit from the street lights out front, but he didn't see anything. As he turned the corner to go upstairs, he heard his name.
"Jimmy."
He froze, didn't speak.
"Jimmy."
Still silent.
She turned on the light, and he took a step upward. "Jimmy, stop. We can't hide from this."
