The first day back from college wasn't exactly what I thought it was going to be. Like I explained in Chapter 2, arriving to find my mother making sexual noises, in our house, in my old room, on my old bed! It was hard to wrap my mind around. Some part of me sorta wished I wouldn't have just backed away and walked downstairs awkwardly. I mean, what was she doing?
With my father in Atlanta for the summer on his 'lecture series' and me being the only child, my mother must have thought she was alone, but why was she in my room, on my bed!? It's not like I could have just gone and asked her without opening up a huge can of horribly awkward, so I stayed quiet. I didn't mention it.
I'd become used to keeping awkward feelings inside. I'd done it my whole life. With my mother being a narcissist and all, she never really cared what I was feeling or why I was feeling it. She just cared about fixing the problem, so she could come our victorious. She didn't seem to mind horribly that my father was cheating on her, she didn't seem to mind that she drank about a half a bottle of Grey Goose a night, nor did she seem to mind when her nipples, still hard and erect from her romp on my childhood bed, pushed hard into my chest during our first hug.
That hug! My God it was a hug a woman gives to a man she's welcoming home from war. She gripped me differently, almost violently. She'd held her body, her 36DD breasts wrapped in a black silk bathrobe, tightly to mine - longer than she ever had before. Her long black hair brushed against my arms and the silk of the robe felt soft on my fingers.
When I let go of her she pressed harder. That's when I'd noticed the pulse race through my cock, up like a breath into my abdomen and explode in my throat. I gasped, audibly. And in that moment, I knew something was different.
The rest of that day I spent trying to take a nap. I wanted to wake up, start over, and pretend nothing awkward had ever happened. I wanted to pretend that my loving mother welcomed me home from college with a hot dinner and a beer. That she was at the door, waiting to receive me, to ask me how my first year away at college had gone. I wanted to pretend that she still loved my father and that he still loved her.
I fell asleep for I don't know how long. It was hard to get comfortable, so I was in and out of sleep for what seemed like forever. At some point I began dreaming. My thoughts drifted in and out of reality...
I was at my childhood home, but there was a college party going on. People from my life, my high school years and my college friends were all hanging out. People were everywhere, totally out of control. Then, in dreamlike fashion, I was walking the halls of my high school, which was somehow just up the stairs from the party. I walked slowly, opening up the classroom doors, one by one. They were all empty. No one was around, but me. I drifted down the hallway, towards a noise, a soft moan.
"mhmmm..." I heard a faint sound echoing in the hallway.
I followed the noise until I came to the end of the long hallway of my high school. I was at my home room class, Mr. Alexander's room. I peered inside.
Inside, Mr. Alexander, a tall, white, bearded man with dark brown hair, blue eyes and muscular forearms was pinning my mother to the wall just next to the door. His forearms bristled as they surged with power. He stood up straight and tall. My mother was forced to do the same, her back hard pressed against the classroom wall. I watched as he removed his hands, but her's stayed in place. She moaned again.
"And Yes, you can have me, you can have me," she whispered to Mr. Alexander with her eyes closed.
My mother was dressed in a black, silk bathrobe, like the one she wore when she hugged me. Her 36DD breasts were heaving in anticipation, her caramel skin, still tight from years of instructing Yoga and obsessing over her looks, looked like dark dessert.
Mr. Alexander grabbed her by the throat. Her hands shot up, exposing her vulnerable body and standing tall at his attention. Her robe slipped and fell. She was naked, my teacher holding her by the neck, against the wall of my home room class. Her legs, taut and slender were beginning to buckle. I watched as they did so and followed her body until I saw a perfectly manicured, shaved pussy. My mother's pussy. I stared at her labia, the right just slightly larger than the left. She breathed and her labia moved slightly, glistening as her body soaked up the power of Mr. Alexander's grip. Her waist led to motherly hips, her heaving breasts and large brown nipples. Her nipples, so hard and long, grew as Mr. Alexander's left hand groped her right breast with one hard grasp. He kneaded the skin, her nipple twisting, turning, hardening tightly as he pulled it with his thumb and forefinger. Slowly.
"AND You have me, you have me, fuck, yes, you have me," she started to say over and over again through short gasps.
I could see her eyes opening in small slits, though she stared deeply into Mr. Alexander.
"Fuck me, Mr. A, I want you to fuck me. I've always wanted you to fuck me. I've been waiting, just begging for you to grab me, hold me, fuck me and run me through. Are you the man of the house, Mr. A? hmmm?" She whispered.
Then I watched as my high school home room teacher spun my 52 year old mother around like a teenager he was about to discipline. He forced her to face the wall, pushed her body hard against it and quickly unbuckled his pants. Before I knew it his cock was ripe and hard in front of my eyes. I saw him lean into my mother's ass, pushing his cock up and into her left ass cheek and then her right. He groped her tits. He bit her neck. She whimpered and screamed and whispered inaudible gasps. His cock was so big too, at least 10 inches. I thought my cock was nice, with it's 8 inches, big thick head and wide shaft, but Mr. Alexander's cock was porn style hot. I watched it push into my mother's asshole, her ass pushing back into him. Her face pressed against the wall. Mr. Alexander pressed his cock again into her asshole and then it was inside her. She screamed and moaned like i'd never heard a woman do before. She bucked and pushed his body with her own, begging for a deeper, harder fucking. She was lost in his body and I couldn't stop staring.
