The boy was named Zach and he was one of the school’s top athletes, he was the exact same age as me but he couldn’t have been more different. He was good looking I suppose in a “tough guy” kind of way. Very broad and muscular body, almost bodybuilder like, he was a star athlete and a fitness freak who spent half his time in the gym. When I first met him in 6th grade he was very tall for his age, but by 8th grade he was only a bit taller than average. I’ve heard that happens to boys who hit puberty young, they grow fast but then bottom out. He was known for being able to hook up with much older girls. I think all the girls in my grade (other than some of the really ugly ones) at least gave him a blowjob at some point, they actually fought over the privilege. Most of the girls in his regular rotation were older, high school and college aged, along with some adult women in their 20s and 30s, most notably he had a fling with one of the teachers.
Then, about halfway through 8th grade he began a “relationship” with my mom. She had me when she was 19 so she was still young then, only 32, and I think she looked even younger. She was quite slim and petite and delicate looking and her face was very pretty, and unfortunately Zach noticed her. He had seen her picking me up from school and took an interest in her, he often went up to the car window to talk flirtatiously with her and it made me extremely uncomfortable. It might seem ridiculous to be worried that a 14-year-old might be able to seduce my mother, but he’d done it with women her age before, and I couldn’t think of anything worse than that. I tried to tell myself I was being paranoid, but it turns out I wasn’t. The first time I saw it was probably the worst moment of my whole life. I had come home from my friend’s place, and just as I was reaching for the handle of my house’s front door it just swung open. Standing there in front of me was Zach, and he had a big smile on his face. All he said was “Man, that was fantastic!” before he strolled past me and down the street. I was filled with dread as I walked down the hall and turned the corner into the living room, and there she was: my mom, totally naked on the floor and covered in sweat, barely conscious with her eyes open but glazed over, and cum leaking out of her pussy. I just stood and stared for a full minute, I’d never seen anything like it before. In the end I had to help her up to her feet, even then she couldn’t walk properly so she had to lean on me as we walked upstairs so I could run a bath for her and help her get cleaned up. She tried to deny it at first but I told her I knew what had happened, she cried a little as she admitted it and apologized profusely, promising over and over again that it would never happen again. I wanted to believe that, but I had my doubts.
Fast forward a couple of months and it had become a regular thing. I would come home and see his bike parked against our house, and that’s how I knew what was happening. Usually I just walked around the block or sat and waited until he came out before I went in. I often begged my mom to stop having sex with him and she always cried and apologized and promised she would, she’d swear that the next time he came over she’d tell him no, but she was never able to keep that promise. I remember one time when he came over while I was home and I reminded my mom of her promise, she said she would just talk to him in the living room and tell him she won’t do it anymore. Well a few minutes later I came out of my room and looked down into the living room to see him on the couch and my mom on her knees in front of him, totally engrossed in sucking his cock. I’m sure she did try to end things with him, but then he started laying on his moves and she caved immediately. She just couldn’t resist him and she admitted that to me, I’d almost have felt better about it if he’d been forcing her but the truth is that it was always very much consensual. It was also common to have a repeat of what happened that first day, I’d came home to find her naked on the floor covered in sweat and cum and I’d have to help her get upstairs and into the bath. I got desensitized to seeing her in that state, but it never stopped hurting. As I was helping her get cleaned up she’d be apologizing and swearing she’d never let that kid do anything to her again, and I would nod along. He treated her so bad but she just couldn’t refuse him. He had plenty of other girls/women as well and I also begged him a few times to stop fucking my mom, but that just made things worse.
So for the best part of a year I just had to endure it, I’d have to do my homework while trying to ignore the sounds of my mom’s moans and screams in the next room. She was always so loud when she was with him, I hated being in the house when he came over. Sometimes when he come over while I was at home, I would hear the doorbell ringing and then 10 minutes later the sound of slapping and ridiculously load moaning was echoing around the house. He was very, very rough with her and that was always very apparent from the sounds, sometimes he made her scream at the top of her lungs and it made me so angry that he was hurting her like that. I told mom many times she shouldn’t let anyone treat her like that and she always agreed and said it wouldn’t happen again, but you know how that goes. I asked my mom for noise cancelling headphones for my birthday so I could stay in my room and drown out the sounds. Generally I preferred to leave the house entirely if I could and come back when they were done, when I saw his bike outside the house I always waited. I saw them doing it many times as well, though I tried not to. There were times when he forced me to watch. The sight of my mom on her knees slurping up his cock or getting mercilessly railed from behind was traumatic, but there was nothing I could do about it. As you might have guessed he was very well endowed, that’s part of the reason he could make my mom be so loud. I discovered that way back in 6th grade when we had to start showering together after gym, he was already huge even at age 11. By 8th grade he bragged that he was 9 inches, and I don’t think he was exaggerating. Well not exaggerating much at least, it was genuinely very big and I had to see it much more often than I’d have liked. It meant my mom could sometimes get hurt when he was particularly rough, sometimes I had to put ice packs on her afterward and help support her when she walked or she’d fall over.
He didn’t come over every day but it might have been every second day, I’d guess about 4 times a week. I was always very thankful on the days that he didn’t come. Most often he came during the day, he’d show up and fuck her for a few hours before departing on his bike and leaving my mom in a heap on the bed or the floor, then I’d have to clean up. Sometimes he showed up in the evening or at night and stay over in my mom’s bedroom, fucking her through most of the night. I always hated that the most, I could hear them so loud and it made it impossible to sleep. The weekends were terrible, often he’d stay in our house the whole time and basically move in, and I had to cook the dinners for the three of us while he was in my mom’s bedroom. The worst was when he came home drunk from a party some time after midnight, he let himself into the house using the spare key he made my mom give him and then went straight up to her room to wake her up and fuck her. The sounds would wake me up too so I always heard the whole thing. He even made me suck his cock sometimes, the first time was when he showed up at my house to fuck my mom when she wasn’t there. He showed me his erection and said that he’d come over so my mom could deal with it, but since she wasn’t there I would have to do the job instead. I resisted but he forced me to my knees and made me suck and then swallow at the end. He made me do the same several more times, including some times when my mom was home, it was a show of dominance and he found it amusing. One time he’d left my mom in a heap on the floor then came to my room to make me finish him off, when I was reluctant he said “would you rather I go fuck your mommy again?” and that made me obey. He laughed as I did it and commented “you taste that? That’s your mom’s pussy juice!”, I almost threw up.
As you might imagine, going through this ordeal for a whole year was quite traumatic and it had a profound effect on me. It completely ruined my relationship with my mom, I could never look at her the same way again. Even when Zach hadn’t come over for a while and things were uneventful, we’d both pretend everything was normal but we both knew it wasn’t. Every time she gave me a hug I thought about seeing her with her arms around Zach as she rode his cock, every time she kissed me goodnight I thought about watching those lips around his dick, every ime I even looked at her I couldn’t help but see her naked and sweaty passed out on the floor. Even many years later I have a very strong cuckoldry fetish now and it’s basically the only way I can get off. What Zach did to my mom fucked me up for life.
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