“Unnnh,” Denise moans in a low voice as Eddie drills her from behind. She’s on her hands and knees, trying to muffle her moans in a pillow, but my boyfriend grabs her hair then, and jerks her face up.
“You like it, don’t you, you naughty MILF?” he rasps in a low voice. “Who knew you were such a slut?”
Denise can’t respond, but her expression is one of pure ecstasy.
“Mmmm!” she cries again. Then, Eddie pounds especially hard, and I realize what the thumping noise was – the bed frame, knocking against the wall. At that, I let out a shrill scream as the blood runs cold in my veins.
“Mom? Eddie? Oh my god! What are you doing?”
It’s a stupid question because I can see clear as day what they’re doing, and the sight is absolutely horrific. How can this be happening? After all, Eddie is my boyfriend, not hers. My boyfriend, whom I hardly ever have sex with because he has a problem getting his dick to stay hard.
But they keep going, so I scream again. “Mom! Eddie! Stop, STOP!”
Another millennium passes and they don’t even look up. They’re going at it like wild beasts, their flesh slapping together as the headboard bangs. Finally, Eddie grips my mom’s narrow hips and lets out a huge groan.
“Unnnh!” he bellows. “Fuck!”
Clearly, my boyfriend’s just come, and something’s happened to my mom too because Denise shudders violently as her pussy pulses. She lets out a small mewling noise, her tiny frame trembling, and then they pull apart and collapse on the bed, sweaty and naked. Only then, do they see me standing there, my mouth gaping open.
“Mom?” I whisper in horror. “Eddie? What’s going on?”
At that, Denise reaches around, pulling a blanket over herself as she sits up against the headboard, looking a bit embarrassed. But of course, it’s too late. I’ve seen more of her than any child ever wants to see of their parent.
Meanwhile, Eddie isn’t as modest and scrambles up next to my mom in all his naked glory. He’s got your typical high school jock good looks with blue eyes and blonde hair, and a decent six-pack of abs. But none of that matters because he was just diddling my mom! Who does that? Denise has got to be at least twenty years older than him.
Unfortunately, Eddie doesn’t even appear embarrassed. The arrogance in his stare as he tosses an arm around Denise’s shoulders makes me want to slap him and scream while crying at the same time.
“What the hell are you guys doing?” I shriek again. “Mom, why? You’re old enough to be his mother!”
The skinny woman immediately sits straighter, clutching the sheet to her breasts.
“Watch your tone, young lady. I am not old. Are you implying that I’m old?”
I roll my eyes through the tears. “Yes, because you are old! You’re two decades older than him!”
Meanwhile, Eddie squeezes closer to her on the mattress.
“Ignore your daughter, Denise. Dakota’s just pissed because you’re hotter than her.” He runs his eyes up and down my body with a look of disgust and grabs his crotch in a vulgar manner. “No matter how much I tried, my dick couldn’t get hard looking at her fat ass. It was that bad. None of this is your fault, sweetie.” Leaning over, he kisses my mom’s cheek, and I nearly puke when she blushes. “Guess my anatomy knows quality when it sees it.”
I swipe at the tears streaming down my face because this is absolutely unbelievable. Can this really be happening? Did my boyfriend just bang my mom and blame it on me?
“What is wrong with both of you?” I scream again. “This isn’t how a mother treats her child!” Then, I narrow my eyes at Eddie. “And you have erectile dysfunction! I don’t know how you got it up this time, but it was probably using drugs! Tell me, was it a blue pill? Cialis? Viagra? Something illegal from Mexico? Don’t you dare blame me because we both know the real problem is yours. You are nothing but a tiny little boy with a tiny little cock. We are so done!”
Eddie’s face turns red and you can tell I’ve hit a sore spot. He makes to get out of the bed with a threatening expression on his face, but it’s too late because I’m out of here. In a rush, I turn around and take off down the stairs, grabbing my keys from the entry table before dashing out to my car. I don’t care what happens now. The ultimate betrayal has just occurred, and it’s time to escape the scene of the crime.
2
Dakota
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As soon as I get in my car, I pull up my friend Libby’s name in the contacts on my phone and hit call before backing out of the driveway. I don’t really have anywhere to go. I just can’t be here, and I need to talk to my best friend.