Title: Your Secret Is Safe Keywords: mF, voy, cheat, mdom, humil, teen, mat Author: Caesar Summary: John ends up pimping his mother for his buddy Dan, but hates it. There was a young fellow named Kimble Whose prick was exceedingly nimble, But fragile and slender, And dainty and tender, So he kept it encased in a thimble. Your Secret Is Safe by Caesar, copyright 2005 $Revision: 1.3 $ $Date: 2007-12-02 07:47:46 $ Mother stood there at the entrance to our living room holding father's robe closed with both hands, frozen in fright that I should be home. Dan looked from me to my mom and then back - a smirk growing on his lean handsome face. Me, I just stood there mouth open - my heart felt as if a hand clenched it while my lungs seemed to stop working. Just when I felt dizzy and thought I may fall to the carpeted floor beneath me, mother spun around and rushed deeper into our home. A gasp of despair the only sound from her until the door to my parents room slammed shut. If there had been any chance of a misunderstanding, it had disintegrated with mother's response to my intrusion into my own home. Dan shrugged and finished zipping up his jeans as my eyes coldly turned towards him. Here was my best buddy - the guy who bragged he could fuck any married woman in our neighbourhood. Of course, I thought at the beginning of the school year, that it was just another stupid boast that guys like to do. Yet in the last five months, Dan has shagged 8 women - all over forty years of age. One was even the principal of our school. He bragged that shagging a married woman was too easy - much easier than guys our own age. To put it simply, I thought him a god. He pulled his favourite tee-shirt over his head before returning his eyes to me - they held no remorse at all. Before I could open my mouth to say a thing - anything - Dan spoke up, "Aren't you going to ask me how your mom was?" My mouth moved but nothing came out - of course it was obvious what he was referring too. My god - what will this do my parents marriage? He saw and probably even understood my silence and shocked look, "It wasn't the first time you know?" My best buddy wanted me to ask, wanted to tell me how mother was in bed. He sat down in my dad's favourite chair and began to pull on his socks. By his feet I saw white cotton half beneath the couch - mother's panties! When his feet was covered Dan stood back up and strode before me. "Well... are you going to say something?" Like what? He must have realized that my silence was shock - that I was not going to come out of it any time soon. Dan sighed before tentatively making a suggestion, "Why don't you go to the mall and play some arcade games - I'll calm your mom down and then meet you there. Okay?" Leave? I get to leave! It was the first sensible thought I've had since getting home. I turned and left without a word. -*- I didn't play any arcade games as Dan suggest - but sat sipping the same bottle of water for nearly ninety minutes. All I could think of was my mother laughing lightly as she stepped into the room, the front of her robe open so that I could see the dark brown inverted triangle between her legs and one of her round white tits. Dan had paused behind her, then slipped around and just starred as mom seemed to realize she was exposed before covering herself. Then that terrible silence. My life felt over. How can I explain my parents marriage - it was worse than others and better than some. At least from my perspective. Mom and dad, when home at the same time, which was rare in itself, barely spoke - never went out together. Yet they rarely fought, both worked long hard hours and both loved me very much. At least my parents were still together - which is more than I can say for many of my peers at school. How long has this been going on? Why would mom do this? Dan sat down across from me before I realized he had shown up. "How is mom?" Seems my voice is working again, it seemed the best question to ask if not a little weird in asking my best buddy that very question. "Better." He studied me for a few pregnant seconds before continuing, "You gave her a real fright there John." Me? "It wasn't easy but I calmed her down." Dan chuckled to himself before explaining, "She actually thought her life was over." That was the first thing that Dan had said that made sense to me. "How long have you and mom...?" I couldn't help it and I knew I was glaring dangerously at my best buddy - he simply ignored it though. "Fucked? Six weeks." That long. Did he have to use that word to describe what they were doing together? I thought he was doing that big-titted woman two blocks down and asked him. "She? I haven't fucked her in weeks. Your mom really is a hot piece John." I felt my face heat up and knew it was turning red with growing rage. Just as I was leaning over to threaten my best buddy, to tell him to go to hell, or to perhaps wrap my hands around his fucking neck - he interrupted with another chuckle, "She really loves it John. I mean, your mom does not know the meaning of 'no'. She will do anything!" The water that I had already consumed felt as if it were about to come back up. When Dan originally made his boast about fucking the over-forty babes in our neighbourhood, it became a game for us. He would shag one of the old sluts and then tell me all about it - what sounds she makes, her likes and her dislikes, even how she tastes. I'm sure we have sat talking about his conquests for many hours. There was that openness between us because of these talks - we simply spoke about how it is. I revealed my pitiful conquests with girls my age, Dan would explain in detail what he had done with one of their mothers - for example. When Dan said 'anything', he meant it. This coming from a guy who liked married older women - to leave them with an overflowing cunt full of cream, or perhaps a good facial or tit-job before sending them home to their husbands and kids. My god - I felt the blood drain from my face when I realized that that was what Dan was talking about with my own mother. She would do 'anything' and, of course, Dan liked it kinky. "Listen buddy - things might be a little strange around your house for a while until your mom gets used to it." What 'things'? Either Dan was ignoring my disgust and my rage or he was so excited and selfish that he did not even notice. "I gave her a nice hand-job before leaving - she gets real complacent after she orgasms. So don't bring up what happened this afternoon okay?" My eyes trailed down to the one hand above the table, wondering if those were the fingers that had been inside my mother's sex. Taking a sip of water, my mouth having become so dry, I asked, "You want me to pretend it never happened?" Dan looked at me for a second, perhaps reading me before answering, "No not that buddy - I have a better idea." He leaned in conspiratorially. "I want you to pimp her for me." He then leaned back triumphantly. Did my ears hear right? What the hell is he talking about! Rage was filling every part of my being - he wanted my mother as a whore? It was the first indication that Dan had seen any sort of emotion from me, and waved his hands between us, "Calm down John!" Which of those fingers had been inside mom? Did they still smell of her? Dan often let me sniff his fingers after shagging one of his conquests. "I don't mean it like that! I want you to help us be together - your mom and I." What? "Geez! I thought it would be your mom that was the tough sell. Listen John, I told her that you have known about she and I fucking since the beginning. I told her that you approved and that you were happy for her." I took another long drink of water, not believing what I was hearing. "She was, like, fucking hysterical or something until I got her knees apart and brought her off again." 'Again' - how many times did Dan bring my mom to orgasm this afternoon? "Then I was able to convince her that you will keep our secret and that you will even help us be together." This was all too incredible to believe. "There is no way she believed that!" Dan smirked and explained, "She did... after I explained that you are gay." -*- The house was incredibly silent, so quiet that it was thunderous, as I closed the garage door behind me. Dad mustn't be home yet. "Mom?" "John?" Mom strode to the end of the hallway, leading from the kitchen. Her face was very pale and she looked terrible, scared and deeply hurt. I hated seeing her like that. We stood hallway length apart and starred into the others eyes for a long silent time when finally mother asked nervously, "I made pot roast." Training kicked in, "Sounds good." My eyes trailed down her clothed body and I wondered about the naked woman that I had seen earlier - seeing my best buddies hand, in my mind's eye, between those pale soft looking thighs. No matter how much I think of it, I can't picture mom's face twisted with passion as Dan brought her off with his fingers. Colour was returning to her face, as I realized my appraisal of her clothed body must be obvious to her. How could she believe I was gay - hadn't I brought home any of my dates? Well, actually I haven't. Most girls I went out with lasted one or two dates and I don't recall a single one that mom might have met. Then the phone rang. Mom disappeared back into the kitchen and I heard her answer it. In only a few seconds she called out, "John, its for you? Its Dan." I followed mom into our kitchen, smelling wonderful with the perfectly cooked roast and vegetables, and took the phone from her hand. "Hello?" "Hey buddy. I take it things are okay over there?" Mom stood arms length next to me, wringing a dishcloth with her white-knuckled hands unconsciously while watching me closely. "Things are...", what could I say? I had no idea how I even felt about all this. "...okay." It just came out. Another chuckle through the receiver of the phone - I was really starting to dislike his one-sided laugh. This game of ours was okay when it was someone elses mom. "Will you and your dad go out tomorrow morning about eleven... say for two hours?" "Two hours?" I turned and looked at mom, her eyes moving away from my own. "Eleven tomorrow?" He wanted to fuck my mom while I distracted dad. Mom was looking very embarrassed, very uncomfortable. I felt maliciously vengeful all of a sudden, "Want me to leave the back door open for you Dan?" Another chuckle, "I have a key buddy, but thanks." I put my hand over the speaker and hissed at mom, "He has a key." Her eyes quickly looked into my own before again turning away. Its obvious that she gave him that key. "Tell your mom that I want her to wear the white stockings for me tomorrow will ya buddy?" Dan was enjoying this. With my hand still over the speaker of the phone I hissed, "He says to wear the white stockings mom." I just glared at mom for several lengthy seconds before she quickly nodded in acceptance, her eyes trying to unsuccessfully tear away from my angry gaze. Her non-verbal answer caused my stomach to turn into knots. "She can't wait Dan." Mom's face turned bright red. Dan must have sensed my displeasure, my anger, and knew it time to go - he thanked me then hung up. Mom started to turn away, the call at an end, and return to supper - obviously anxious to get away from my piercing angry gaze. I had to break the thick silence, "I am not gay mom." She looked at me over her shoulder quickly, as if judging me, before answering, "Dan told me how the two of you used to 'experiment' together." Oh god! That fucking lying bastard! Before I could defend my honour against this slanderous remark, one that hit me right into my teenage homophobic soul, mom continued. "I am certainly in no place to judge you." I sensed otherwise from her but realized it was fruitless to continue this discussion. -*- Dad took me to his club for an early lunch and we talked 'guy stuff'. Mostly golf and sports. He asked me about school and girls - both of which I mumbled some answers. He was clueless and I felt ashamed with my knowledge! Mom was home right this moment, wearing white stockings and probably nothing else. Was she on her knees with her round plump bum up in the air? Or on her back with her toes pointed towards the ceiling. I loved my dad and until my shock the day before, I would have said the same about mom. How could she do this to him? So they didn't have a passionate relationship any longer, does it matter? They made a vow before god and now mother is slutting herself to her son's best friend. And she and Dan wanted me to be an accomplice. Keep dad distracted while they fuck! Dad, being the normal clueless middle-aged man he was, did not even sense my barely contained rage, my disgust. Then I saw him checking out a waitress's bosom as she bent over to pick up a fork. That single leer from him placed doubt in my mind about how solid my parents marriage was. Was dad fucking someone too? Did mom and dad even love each other any longer? Dad saw me catch him looking and he made some typical bravado comment, winking at me as if it was our secret. If he only knew the secrets I held! -*- "I haven't had a woman that gets so wet so quickly buddy." Once, Dan had a widow down the street that peed when she orgasmed - I guess this was different. We sat at our favourite haunt, the mall food court and he could not shut up about fucking my mom. I never asked him a question about the two of them, I never gave any indication that I wanted to hear anything about what when on - but the shit just rolled out of Dan's mouth. "And she seems to love the taste of herself. I mean it gets me fucking hot to see her lick the fingers off that were just inside her cunt." Did he have to refer to my mother's anatomy as 'cunt'? Who cares if we both used such terms for other girls of any age - this was my mom! Why haven't I beaten the shit out of Dan? Why haven't I threatened mom to tell dad unless she gave up her teenage affair? Around the house mom avoided me, could not meet my eyes. She knew I knew. Hell, she probably can guess how her young lover is giving her only son all the dirty intimate details. So the reason I hadn't put a stop to their tryst is that I was enjoying mothers humiliation. The slut deserved to feel how she does, knowing that her son realizes what kind of woman she is. With that thought I interrupted Dan as he was, no doubt, about to tell me more details of my slut mother, "Dad won't be home until after seven tonight Dan, why don't we head to my place." Dan's face looked suspicious and then surprised and then finally joyful. "That's a great idea buddy." He understood me perfectly. We strode to my place in near silence - as close to it as Dan can get. It was my chance to ask him how it started. "Well... its like this John... I could not help but notice how our eyes often met and held. If she had been someone elses mom, I would have jumped at the chance." This was the first and only time I heard anything resembling regret or guilt on Dan's part. "When the flirting started I knew she was hot to trot." I never heard anyone actually use that term before, other than some dumb television show. "I went slowly at first, hugs and innocent touches." He smiled at the memory, his mind far away. "She ground her groin into me the first time I grabbed her ass. I knew then she was going to be a great lay." He chuckled humorously to himself the rest of our walk. "Mom, I'm home and I brought Dan!" I could not help but smile maliciously as I said this. Mom slipped into the end of the hall, looking nervously at me and her young lover. While looking her right in the eye, "I told Dan that dad won't be home until after seven tonight mom." Shock registered on her face but her eyes moved slowly to her young stud. As did my own. Dan was just standing there smirking towards her, already starring at her mid-section - probably imagining what he would be doing to her in only a few minutes. "You look delicious Sarah." His enthusiasm was obvious in his voice. Mom stole a quick look at me as her cheeks turned red. "Good enough to eat!" His bawdy laugh irritated me but I saw the corner of mother's lips curl in a smile. She really liked this jerk! Dan casually stepped down the hall to mother, turning her around and wrapping his arm about her waist. His hand, though, slipped down and grasped my mothers meaty ass before looking over his shoulder at me, "We'll see you in a while buddy!" My best friend, or should I now call him my ex-best friend, looked very pleased with the situation. Mom turned to look at me nervously over her shoulder before she was lead away - her cheeks still a bright red. Bitch. -*- Silence for nearly ten minutes before I heard a low moaning come from up the stairs, from the spare room. It was mom, as evident from the quickly increasing volume of her moans. Without any accompanying noises, I guessed Dan was going down on her - doing as he promised only minutes before. I sat in dads chair starring at the black television as my mind listened to every sound coming from upstairs. Mother's pleasure was getting louder and more desperate and I knew what was coming... or rather, whom. And when it did, I listened in amazement how passionate my own parent was. How little do kids really know about their parents right? Silence again and I wondered if I would see Dan come smirking down the stairs while zipping up his pants. Fucking jerk. Then more noises, the old spare bed was squeaking, mother started to moan slowly again and other, unfathomable noises. It increased but I was distracted by a loud smacking of flesh and guessed that mom just got her ass slapped. I knew Dan enjoyed spanking a woman's backside - turns him on that a woman double his age gets hot from a boy spanking her bare ass. This lead me to guess that my mom was upstairs on the spare bed, its covers in disarray, on her knees with her big ass up in the air. Dan, of course, was kneeling behind my mom, looking down at her ass hole, at his cock moving in and out of her very wet sex. Did her pale skin have a red hand-print from the smack? I shook the images from my mind, forcing my eyes to again focus on the black television before me. The bed frame was now bouncing enough that it was overshadowing the other noises coming from mother, hitting the floor and probably the wall as the two lovers fucked like mad. I would rather hear mom's moans of pleasure than that old bed bouncing around - but of course, they were going at it like animals that they caused the furniture to jump around. Finally I heard Dan moaning... more a growl really, and knew what was happening. Mother let out a screech before a pregnant silence ensued and all was still that it was thunderous. Dan just came in my mom's cunt. Nearly twenty minutes later I heard bare feet descending the stairs and knew it to be mom. I sat starring at the dark television screen, not turning to look at her at all. Slut! I heard her step lightly into the kitchen, heard the fridge door open then close after a few seconds. Then the feet approached the back of my chair and then stopped. Silence and I tired to unsuccessfully listen to my mom's breathing. "I came down to get Dan a beer - I brought you one as well?" Mom stepped closer and her hand was thrust towards me with the beverage. Mom never offered me a beer before - being only sixteen, mom forbade me from drinking until I was of legal age. Perhaps this was her way of asking for my forgiveness or perhaps a truce. Did she even know how I felt about all this? I ignored her hand. "Have fun?" Silence - I could picture her face bright red with humiliation right that moment. I should feel nothing but pleasure at her discomfort, as I had planned by inviting Dan over, but I felt only nauseous. The beer and hand disappeared from my view. "I knew this must be awkward for you honey...?" She stopped talking, possibly feeling my barely contained fury. What could she possibly know? My mom is a fucking cheating slut! Again the thick awkward silence. Then mother did something that surprised me, she stepped right up behind me and I felt her lips kiss the top of my head lightly. "Thank you John." Those small bare feet quickly stole back up the stairs. -*- It really is my fault that things went a little crazy after that point. I mean I didn't have to tell Dan about dad not being home that night, bringing him home and then sitting in silence listening to my mom and him fuck like rabbits. Dan took this to mean that there were no limits between the three of us and that I was truly helping him to continue to shag my mom. I think he got off on it a little - feeling my mom's humiliation just as another kinky act that got his rocks off. Each night that dad was not due home I would tell Dan by bringing him home after school or calling him up to come over so the two of them could fuck. Mom would silently go off with her young bull, with an awkward glance at me, to another room in the house where they fucked like animals. Often, after they were finished, mom would kiss my cheek or forehead and thank me. For what, I was never sure. This happened about three times a week for a long while. I figured Dan would tire of my old mom and move on to the next middle-aged conquest. I silently prayed he would. And do you want to know something - he did. That's right, he tired of taking my mom into a different room and fucking her while I listened. So being the kinky prick that he is, he started to initiate things between them while I was in the same room. The first time I sat at the table and watched them kiss passionately by the kitchen sink as his hand slipped beneath mother's skirt all the way to her hidden crotch. She looked nervously at me as her young lover obviously enjoyed himself. Since I said not a single word - Dan took this as another barrier that did not exist. He would stand talking to me with mom before him, fondling her big ripe breasts, or slipping his hand down the front of her pants. Mom, all the while, looking apologetic at me while her pleasure rose. I saw my mother's 'fuck face' then - how her eyes seemed to roll up into the back of her skull, how her mouth tended to open wide, how her nostrils flared. The old slut was putty in my buddies hands and it was obvious that she denied him nothing. Dan has even begun to disrobe my mom before leading her off to another room to fuck - down to her panties, her arms failing to cover those wide brown nipples upon her big hanging breasts. I could see how her white bikini panties became discoloured with juices. Mom, all the while, starring at me in silence. Was she horrified, as she should be, humiliated? Or did this use of her in this fashion before her son turn her on? The thought disgusted me! Didn't it? -*- When dad stayed at home more frequently those few weeks - mom got into the habit of picking Dan and I up from school. From there she would drive to a cheap motel at the outskirts of the city, check in, and then Dan would lead her up to the room while I sat in the car and waited. Usually I drove Dan and then mom and I home after they were done. She always seemed a little glassy-eyed after a good hours fuck. Slut. It was on one of these drives that mom and I got stuck at a railway crossing just as a long train moving slowly across before us. We had just dropped Dan off at his house minutes before. The silence was thick as we both watched the train cross. When it suddenly stopped I threw my hands up in frustration - it would be at least ten minutes before we could continue. Mom stole another look at me. She often did this now - saying little but aways looking, probably judging me. Yea, your faggot son was pimping your ass out to his best buddy mom. Stupid old cow. It was my mom that must have had the need to break the silence, "Thank you again honey." For some reason, this time she thanked me it only infuriated me. "For what mom?" I nearly called her a 'slut', now that would have been interesting. Mom took a deep breath before responding, "For helping an old lady." That comment took me by surprise and in truth I had no idea what she was talking about. If anyone was helping her, it was Dan - giving it to her as often as they could meet. My confused silence must have been obvious, mom reached out and took the hand upon the gear shift with hers, "I knew you must not think highly of me... what I am doing with your friend...?" "What you are doing mom is fucking." My anger could not have been any less obvious. Mom turned away, her hand still on my own though, and took a handful of deep breaths. "You have no idea what its like John. To be in a loveless marriage - to have your husband ignore you." No I didn't - but then there was her marriage vows. That had to mean something right? Then she surprised me, "I know I'm a big fool - acting like such a slut with Dan." Her face again turned towards me and this last revelation dissipated some of my anger and I turned towards her, our eyes locking. "I've never felt this way before - never had a boy... a man who wants to be with me like he does. I know I am acting like an unrestrained child - doing things I never even considered before - but I feel more alive at those times than at any other." This was the lengthiest thing she had said to me in months and do you want to know something, it strangely made sense. "I know it can't last and a part of me is desperate for it to end, so it can be over and I can stop worrying about your father finding out, so that you will stop looking at me with so much hate." Mom sobbed and turned away. For the first time, probably ever, I was seeing the real woman that was my parent. She was more complex than I had ever considered - she had desires and needs of course, but she also had responsibilities and guilt. She was a middle-aged softly-padded housewife with a balding chubby husband that took her for granted and a son that would rather be someplace else than with her. Was that the life she is fated to lead? Does she ever regret saying those fateful words 'I do' so many years ago? Mother had composed herself enough that she could continue, though she did not turn her head my way, "I thank you as often as I can because you keep my dirty secret even though you have no idea why and because I love you more than anything else in my life. And I will always love you no matter what you do or say John." She cried quickly into her hands, the one having disengaged with my own seconds earlier. Suddenly the anger within me was gone, the need to see my mom humiliated and torn apart with guilt disintegrated. For the first time in my life she was not just 'my mom' but a woman and I could feel her lonely pain, her sorrow. I should speak up, to tell her that I didn't hate her and that I loved her - but I only sat in silence and watched the train pass by. -*- Though I had not said a word on that fateful car trip, mom seemed to have lost some of her embarrassment. When Dan exposed her bare ass or her breasts, she did not turn a bright red and look away. She still looked uncomfortable and nervous, but she had told me her deepest secret - even darker than being used by an over sexed teenage pervert. I was her confidant and I knew what lay in her soul. She told me she loved me and that nothing could come between that love. Little did I realize what this meant between us. I no longer had the desire to sit still and listen to Dan shag my mom in the other room. I did not want to stand before them as he slipped a hand into her panty. My disgust and anger towards her redirected towards my best buddy Dan and less so towards my father. My mom was the pawn in this misadventure, slave to her bodies desires and to her lonely soul. My love for her only grew as the weeks turned into months. Dan realized this as well and tried harder to humiliate my parent, to increase that silent anger within me. That kinky part of him needed it like fuel for his libido. Instead, mom would stand silently naked before me as he mauled her flesh, my eyes sad but comforting, mothers thankful and pleased. We shared a secret and Dan knew now what it was and he hated that. Then Dan turned these exhibitionist moments into something more graphic - it was in his nature to push the envelope. Sex between them became more open and I saw my buddies pink hard penis within my mothers mouth and between her thighs. He would be talking to me as she knelt naked at his feet, stroking his pink thing until it spit into her face and hair - all the while I sat across from them. He spanked her and even fucked her in the ass as I sat watching. I never wanted to see those sights, of course, but I now understood my parent better. She certainly enjoyed some, but not all, of this attention. Though it was obvious she would have preferred it to be in private. Mom really did seem to enjoy the fact that a sixteen year old could get hard by simply being with her - her middle aged sorrow overshadowed by the lust of a teenager. Dan used my mother, often before my very eyes, and I said and did nothing. Mother needed this, even wanting it - but hated how her life forced her to submit to this oversexed jerk. Then one afternoon after school Dan and I sat in my living room as my naked mother was slowly sucking his cock, he told me how he had 'finger banged' his own mom the night before. Dan never noticed but I saw mom stiffen in shock. He continued, "... she is just like all the rest buddy, ready to fuck anyone willing to even look at them." Of course this statement, the whole damn conversation, was designed to humiliate my parent. She being just another example that his words held more than a little truth to it. Dan placed both his hands over my mom's head to ensure she could not end the blow job. "I think tonight I am going to get the old lady to give me a blow job." He laughed loudly at this and I hated him more than ever but in truth I did not care what he did with his own mom. The truth of this whole conversation was that he was tiring of my mom. She and I knew it. And I looked and found the tears escaping her tightly clenched eyes. The reality of this more evidence that she was meant to be a lonely old woman. "She admitted to me last night that dad hadn't fucked her in over a year. Its so fucking easy buddy. Not even a fucking challenge." This day had turned dark and something evil - and I knew for Dan this was it, he would not push my mom this far without discarding her in the end. Perhaps he was even discarding me, our friendship. I had served a purpose in the pleasure I brought in helping him humiliate this woman kneeling before him. Now that it was at an end, how could our friendship continue? "Take your mother here John, she was so desperate for a hard cock, she would have fucked a dog if you had a pet and it got a hard on looking at her." I doubt mother would have gotten that desperate - but there was truth in that mother fell for the first guy, I won't call Dan a 'man', that got hard for her. Of course, she probably regrets the truth of this more than I could ever understand. "Old ladies are so fucking predictable buddy - give them one orgasm and they worship the ground you fucking walk on!" He laughed loudly at this statement. When he calmed down he continued, though it was obvious his pleasure was mounting possibly with the added fuel of his humiliating calculated words, "Want to know something John - your mom is such a fucking slut that she came as I peed all over face and tits last week. She is so pathetic that if I told her it turned me on to see her kill her old man she would fucking do it!" More laughter. I snapped. After months of witnessing this behaviour, it had gotten too much. I knew it was over, Dan had planned it this way. But I think he planned a ending different than the one I gave him. I jumped up out of the chair and launched myself across to the couch. Shoving mom away from us, I punched Dan in the face repeatedly as we rolled onto the floor. Mom was screaming for us to stop while Dan tried to defend himself, then to fight back. But I kneed him in the balls, hit him in the face again and again and the red of my anger caused his face to distort with blood. Then it was over and Dan rushed from the room crying like a baby while touching his abused and very bloody face. The door slammed on his way out. Did he remember to zip up his jeans before leaving or was he running down my street with his pecker bouncing pathetically in front of him? Perhaps one of his earlier conquests were looking outside right now, seeing what their secret lover had become. Mom covered her face and sobbed loudly before rushing from the room. I was left trembling with rage and adrenaline while asking myself why I did not defend my mother in this way months ago. -*- Dan was not at school for nearly a week and when he did he avoided me like the plague. The few times we passed each other in the hallway I saw his look of fear. He had pushed it too far and knew it. He was simply an ant to be squashed or ignored for me now. -*- Mom turned into, or perhaps I should say back, into the perfect home maker and wife. There was an abundance of home cooking to be found, her skirts got longer and more appropriate again, she spoke about nothing but her duties around the house and to her family. I could see how my mother had snapped as well, she had been pushed over the edge by that bastard. The painful thing was, I had let it happen. I had stood by and watched him use her again and again, seeing how it escalated all without doing a thing. I tried to comfort mom, to talk with her but she only changed the subject and rushed away. She was that woman that Dan had described, desperate for a hard cock he said. Mother had chosen unwisely in her lovers, that young insatiable teenager that seemed to enjoy giving her that hard cock again and again. How could she not have thought it but a compliment. She would never understand that to Dan it did not matter how she looked, how she performed for him - only the conquest was what turned him on. Even now, does she think Dan lusted after her for any other reason? I prayed she held on to those fantasies of innocent teenage lust for the mature sexy woman. Dad noticed nothing, not even the extra baking in the house. Here was mother's future, the life that she had committed too and had strayed that single time. Did she regret the whole of her affair or only the end? When I found the large bag in the garbage with lingerie and sex toys I retrieved it secretly. It was obvious that she was giving up on that side of herself that needed to be desired, to be used. I thought it very sad that she was had resolved herself to a life of loneliness and no love from her husband. Did she think of it as her purgatory, as justice for giving herself to that beast? What did she think of me? -*- Dad was away for a week, the first since I beat Dan to a pulp, and mom became nervous around me, as if afraid that I would confront her about this facade she now wore. Of course she made a overly large supper for the two of us - it was her duty right? But as mother sat down to eat, me at the head of the table since dad was away, she found a small gift-wrapped box before her. "Whats this honey?" She seemed surprised but not happy. "Just open it mom." She eyed me suspiciously as she tore apart the wrapping and then opened the cardboard box within. Her mouth opened silently before she looked up at me. Inside, neatly folded, was the pair of white lace top stockings I had found in the garbage. Of course she thought she would never see them again, and probably questioned why I am now returning them to her. She spoke sadly, "Its over John." I frowned before I realized mother had misunderstood, that she thought this gift was my way of telling her to find another outlet for her newly contained desires. "I could never do anything like that ever again to your father." My father has nothing to do it with it and we both knew it. She placed the box onto the top of her plate, looking at the contents as if they were something disagreeable. Was she remembering at that moment the first time I relayed Dan's order that she wear white stockings? "I don't think you understand mom." Her eyes did not hide their surprise as she looked up into my own. "You deserve something that loves you mom, not just someone that loves to fuck you." Those harsh four letter words did not even phase us any long - how could it, I have seen my parent do every sex act I could phantom. Mom looked at the stockings again as I watched her face turn from confusion into surprise as she turned back towards me. Her lips started to curl into a pleasure filled smile as I said, "There is nothing symbolic in my gift mom - I want you to wear them for me tonight?" Mom's eyes blurred with tears and her upper body trembled before she jumped out of her seat and rushed to the head of the table and flew into my waiting arms. --