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 Alan and Millie

   By Mathew Elizabeth

   Part 1 of 3

   A fifteen-year-old boy's eyes widen in horror as he pulls his cock at a
frantic pace.  He was watching a video on his computer.  Headphones were
tightly within the sockets of his ears.  He was watching and hearing the
moan's and squeals of the most beautiful woman he knew; his own mother
pounding through his brain as she got fucked mercilessly on his computer
screen.  One of his favourite heavy metal bands was pounding a dramatic
song into his head aswell; as he watched this obscene image flower before
him.

   Fap!  Fap!  Fap!

   "Hold my breath as I wish for deeaath!" The chorus of song rung through
the son's ears as he choked his cock.  He watched his mother get pounded
missionary style; gazing longingly into the lense of the camera and into
the eyes of the boy she gave birth to through the digital clip.

   "Oh please god wake meeee!!" The heavy metal lyrics continued to roar.

   The son's tongue wagged and dripped saliva as he bounced his naked body
on the computer chair; thrusting his hips helplessly against his sweaty
fist and unknowingly grinding his butt against the fabric below.  The guy
that was fucking her was none other than the teenager the son most hated
and despised; his classmate Alan.  Tears of jealousy ran down the son's
face.  But despite his heartbreak and envy; seeing his mother in this way;
seeing her turn into a sexual being before his eyes was exciting and
humiliating all at once.  While he tugged his cock harder and harder as the
music drummed into his ears; he thought back to how it all started.

  
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   It all begun a couple months before; at the start of the school year of
2004.  The son; who liked to be called Raph was sitting in his room
listening to one of his favourite heavy metal bands before getting ready
for his first day ever at Highschool.  He had a decent heavy metal
collection; but right now he was listening to good old Metallica.

   "-Im waking up; I can not see.  That there's not much left in meee." The
lyrics of his song from his computer speakers continued; "Nothing is real
but pain now!"

   Then the chorus rung and he bounced his head to the rhythm.

   Raph was a small figured and underdeveloped teenager with short brown
hair and was of hispanic decent.  It had been a couple of years since he
moved to the state of Georgia.  Before living there for a few years he had
lived in Ohio all his life with his parents.  Raph was an only child.

   Raph didn't like Georgia as much as the state of Ohio.  He wasn't sure
if it was simply an age group thing or it was the fact that he had moved
further south; but people gave him slack for being Hispanic.  He was a bit
of a loner as well; he didn't have many friends.  He merely made friendly
acquaintances with people in his music class at school.  But those type of
connections lasted no more than a year.

   What really got on Raph's nerves since he was twelve; was all the white
boys comments about his beautiful mother.

   "Hey dork," He remembered one middle school boy saying in a rich
southern accent, "Your mom's butt is fine as fuck"

   "Do you think she would let me suck on her titties?" Another white
southern boy asked and slurred.

   Raph's mother was a beautiful latina woman.  Her name was Millie and she
had all the right curves in all the right place's.  She was a tanned
brunette in her mid thirties who worked at a bank and loved her son very
much.  She would always make sure she was home before him so she could
greet him and find out about his day.  They were both feeling very lonely
as of late; because Raph's father was working out of state and wouldn't be
back for many weeks.

   There were a few things that were strange since Raph's father left on
his trip though.  Raph had noticed his mother acting rather strange.  She
would get rather clammy and sweaty and rush to her room in a deep red flush
in the afternoon and night.  At times Raph had woken before her in the
morning.  He walked past her room from time to time.  Whenever he did; he
could hear moaning and squealing from beyond the door.  When Raph pressed
his right ear against the door; he can barely hear her words.  The phrase
was the same everytime; but Raph could barely make it out.

   "A**n!  A*a*!  Al**!"

   Raph would wiggle his nose and leer at the closed door in disgust after
pulling his head away dramatically.  The thought of hearing his mother
bring herself to sexual climax with him, her son, anywhere near her seemed
so morally wrong to him.  Who was she moaning about and cooing about?  Raph
couldn't make it out; but it was most likely his father she was pleasuring
herself to.  His father had been gone for quite a while.

   What was more disturbing to Raph though was that he had sprouted a
unwanted boner that was chaffing against his pajama pants.  Raph never went
out of his way to think about his beautiful mother sexually.  At his age he
didn't even know of the term 'incest' and it's meaning; hejust knew the
very idea on acting on such a thing was wrong to the core.  But sometimes
he couldn't help getting hard over her; esspecally since she had been
making such intense beautiful noises.

   Raph didn't know weather to feel ashamed or not.  Was these feelings
normal for a son to feel if his mother is as beautiful as the one that Raph
has?  Or was Raph a pervert that denied himself his perverted fantasies. 
These are the questions that lingered through the son Raph's mind.

   "Are you almost ready baby?" Raph could hear his mom call out from his
room.  "I'm starting the engine!"

   "Yeah mom, coming!" Raph called out from my room.  He threw his backpack
behind shoulder and walked out of his room to catch up to his mother.  He
got into the passenger side of the car.  He looked to his left and observed
his gorgious mom.  Her smooth brownish perplection was perfection.  Her wet
brown hair hung over her shoulders.  She was in her mid-thirties but her
face didn't make her look a day over twenty-five.  Raph thought it was
great being alone with her without his dad, he didn't mind his father, but
Raph and his mom seem to get along better.  He appreciated her motherly
characteristics.  Maybe it was the Oedepis Complex in him.

   The drive to school didn't take longer than five minutes.  Millie slowly
swerved the car and stopped by the highschool's front pavement to drop Raph
off.  It wasn't the first time the mother and son had been to this
building. His parents had attended and taken him to teacher and parent
conferences that took place in the buildings great hall.  Outside the car
window Raph could see a bunch of white boys from his grade gawking and
giggling amongst one another as they looked at his mom through the car.  He
recognised them all from middle school; it was the same group of boys that
would always give him trouble about his race and his mother's 'ethnic'
looks.

   To Raph's surprise; the leader of the boys popped out amongst the
jeering others and walked forward towards the car.  It was none other than
Alan.  The boy Raph hated the most and was extremely jealous of.  Alan was
a tall white boy with blonde hair and blue-eyes.  It was his eyes that Raph
envied the most.  Raph always wanted blue eyes.  He had grown quite a bit
since the holidays.  He had developed that triangular shape in his
shoulders; making him look more manly and tall.  Unlike Raph; who was a
late for puberty; Alan was an early bloomer.

   Alan had always given Raph a hard time about everything.  He wasn't the
biggest bully in the world.  He didn't beat Raph up or anything like that.
But he did push Raph around; or into a wall if he heard him talking about
something Alan considered 'geeky'.  Wether it be music class or the type of
video-games Raph played.

   "Hey Millie!" Blonde tall Alan said as he poked his head into our car,
"How's it going?"

   "Great Alan!" Millie said cheerfully from the drivers seat, "You saving
up like I told you?"

   "Yes ma'am!" Alan replied happily.

   Raph was rather confused.  He had always hated Alan from middle school;
but he had no idea how he could know his mother.  Alan was one of the many
white boys that talked about Raph's mother like she was a piece of meat. 
So the fact that they were so casually familiar with one another; disturbed
the son immensely.

   "Anyway, I'll see you later Millie," Alan said sweeter than Raph has
ever heard him, "Ill see you in class too; Raph."

   Alan then jogged towards his jeering friends and the group walked into
the central hallway together; getting ready for the bell to ring.

   "How do you know that asshole mom?" Raph asked his mother; still in the
car; very annoyed.

   "Don't speak about him that way," Millie objected, "Alan is a sweet boy.
Iv'e been handling his accounts at the bank for over a year now.  Ever
since he turned fourteen and he started casual work after school."

   "You have been handling his bank accounts?" Raph said surprised, " How
often do you see him?  Do you know how much of a prick that guy can be to
me?"

   "As I said, I started having meetings with him and his parents for over
a year.  But lately, Alan has been visiting himself; he rides his bike to
the bank once a week."

   Raph looked down at his lap and contimplated for a couple more seconds.
This white boy that had it in for Raph had been having meetings with his
mother for all this time without the son's knowledge.  The same boy; who
during this course of time; would make comments about her large hispanic
ass and her juicy cleavage.  Raph's lips wiggled and he blushed.  He
imagined his mother sitting on her work desk with Alan and laughing at one
of his dirty jokes; his simplistic but succesful flirtation a success.

   "You have a good first day at high-school okay?" Millie said lovingly to
her son.

   "Okay mom," Raph said frowning and getting out of the car.

   After his mother drove away; Raph strode closer and closer to the school
enterance.  He was in a daze; he couldn't help but think about his mother
and Alan talking without him.  Raph knew what his mothers office looked
like.  He could imagine it so vividly.  He continued to imagine his mother
and Alan smiling and moving their lips; but no voices came out.  Raph's
imagination couldn't contemplate what was being said between them yet.  Was
the only thing being discussed numbers and account balences?  Or was there
more topics?

   Did Alan talk about Raph to her?  Telling Raph's mother what he's like
at school?  A social reject; a loner.  A part of Raph he always wanted to
keep secret from his mom.  He would usually lie and tell her he spent time
with friends; when in actual fact; there was no friends to spend time with.

   Did Raph's mother tell Alan what he was like at home?  Raph seriously
hoped not.  His mother knew every little detail about him; right to knowing
the date of the first day Raph succeeded on the potty when he was two. 
Millie telling Alan about Raph's life at home would simply be too unbarable
for him.  Raph's home was a sanctuary; a sanctuary from all that teasing
and ridicule from the outside.  He hoped this situation between Alan and
his mother didn't ruin that.

   But there was one other thing on Raph's mind.  A far more dark and
sinister theory.  He didn't wan't to believe it but his imagination got the
better of him.  For a split second Raph created an image of his beautiful
Hispanic mother riding her naked body on top of the well built white
teenage boyvon her work desk.  Raph shook his head to snap out of it.  As
soon as he did; he looked forward and saw Alan amongst his group of
friends; hanging by their central lockers.

   They were all laughing and gawking amongst one another.  But something
strange happened.  Alan looked straight at Raph and did something that he
had never done before to him.  He winked at Raph and gave him a cheeky
smile.

   One can only guess why...
   To be continued...