My name is Tom. I'm 22 years old and the story that I'm going to tell you has changed my life forever. I'm not gonna lie - I'm not an overly attractive guy and women are not interested in me. Most of my life I've spent in front of a computer playing video games. As you may guess, that lifestyle has serious consequences - I've gained extra pounds and became an even more unattractive fat guy. My parents divorced some time ago and since then I have only lived with my mother. Some of you may call me a parasite because I didn't move out. You would be probably right. My mother's name is Megan. She is a 44-year-old blonde who, especially after her divorce, began to pay more attention to her appearance. She does gym on a regular basis, a few times a week. Her social life is way interesting than mine. She is often invited to various events and has many friends. My mom works in a large corporation and as far as I know, she deals with advertising and marketing there.
Guys like me are never invited to any sort of party. That's why I was really surprised when I was invited to a birthday party of one of my friends from college, named Sara. Well, she wasn't the most attractive female, but was I in the position to be picky? Hell no. I figured other girls would be there as well, and maybe I finally meet someone. Therefore, without hesitation, I agreed to come. The event was to take place on Friday, in a place outside the city. Namely, in Sara's parents' guest house. Due to this location, everyone was to be guaranteed accommodation. I told my mom that I was going to such an event, which met with an enthusiastic reaction from her.
On the event day, about 3 p.m. I was slowly getting ready to leave because I wanted to visit a shop earlier to buy a gift. Suddenly I got a text from Sara.
"I have the flu. Party canceled, sorry," she wrote.
This Friday was supposed to be completely different for me. By the way, to this day, I don't know if the event was really canceled, or maybe they just made fun of me.
My mother usually came home later from work on Fridays, often even in the evening. I decided to not tell her that I'm not going to the party and locked myself in the room. At 8 p.m. from my room, I heard the clatter of high heels, the voice of my mother and a man. I'm sure I've never heard this man before. Not more than a quarter of an hour later I began to hear strange sounds coming to me from the living room. What can I say - they were moans and screams - as if I were hearing a sound from porn.
