Netorare Mommy: My Parents Betrayal (2012)
By Mathew Elizabeth

It wasn't long after I heard my dad had apparently died
of alcohol abuse at his work. I couldn't understand it, a
man drowning himself in his own sorrow like that. He
didn't seem that sad when I last saw him. After only
three weeks my mom had moved on with her life so well
that she had already got herself a boyfriend in less than
a month. At 16-years-of age I felt threatened and feared
a foreign male presence in my home and life. Little did I
know though, those worries were nothing compared to what
actually happened. This stud came into our house and
rocked mine and especially my mother's world.

My name is Scott and I'm a 16-year-old timid and short
kid. I'm not the best looking guy in the world but I've
heard some girls call me cute. My mother was an
attractive woman. She was short and blonde and had a
pretty face with a lovely skin tone. She had the perfect
balance of plumpness and slimness. Her stomach and chest
were rather thin and her tits were nice and perky, but
her ass and hips were very wide and heavy. Boys back in
elementary school called her 'fat ass' and 'wide load'
and made noises of a beeping truck when she would reverse
when she bent over and watered the garden in her
revealing pink bikini that always got caught between her
thick ass crack.

That same group of boys seven years later now tease me
about how hot, juicy and thick her fat ass is and how
much they want to fuck it. I heard some of them chatting
about how they would love to get her to sit on their
face. So it's always been hard going to a rough public
school when you have an unbelievably attractive mother
where boys stare, spread rumours and plan about how to
seduce her.

As I said, after only three weeks after my father's death
my mother began dating this mystery guy who I had no clue
about. I would look out the window and watch her leave
and get picked up by a very expensive car that would park
across the road. The windows were tinted so there was no
way of seeing into the car in the day let alone 7 o'clock
at night.

I always thought mom was always a bit of a gold digger.
My dad was super intelligent and got many degrees from
collage before starting his own firm and settling down
and starting a family.

I remembered years ago, when I was about 11-year-old or
so, my mom and dad would have long arguments about their
sex life, it almost broke up the marriage. But they
figured it all out somehow a year or so later. I always
wondered what fixed their sex and marriage problem.
I respected my dad in a lot of ways. He was no good-
looking guy or popular for that matter, but he was very
intelligent and rich. I never benefited too much from his
wealth so that I could learn things the hard way. I was
actually sent to a public high school despite the fact
that my parents could easily afford private education. My
father explained to me that I was intelligent enough to
surpass private school level students in a public school
background. I wasn't so sure but I was glad he had faith.
Presently however, I was still grieving over my father's
death while my mother was moving on, returning home
flushed in a daze of booze and lust. At least my father
took care of the mortgage and lessened our financial
worries.

It was only a week after my mother dated this mystery guy
when she announced that she wanted to introduce him to me
and have him over the house now and then. I reluctantly
agreed, merely trying to understand my mother's way of
moving on with her life. I hoped this guy was nice and he
seemed to be treating my mother all right with all his
money and super nice wheels and the obviously great sex.
She was definitely happy.

The day had arrived and nothing could of prepared me for
the shock I encountered.

A playful knock was heard from the front door and my
mother bounced away to answer it. I followed behind her
and waited to meet the man that is having sex with my
beautiful mother. The door opened and I gasped.

A very young and attractive guy came walking through the
door. He was topless and was wearing board shorts. The
guy looked about my age. He looked about sixteen, but had
a very well defined body, six pack and abs, this kid was
toned out. He looked like he had just got back from the
beach. He was still wearing his cap over his very short
blonde hair even though it was pitch black at half past
seven at night. He also wore an appealing bead necklace
that rested nicely on his smooth chest. His skin tone was
perfect not a freckle or scar blemished his perfect
tanned skin. The guy was an obvious jock, stud and eye
candy to all the girls. My mouth was wide open in both
awe and shock.

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The second thing I noticed was that I recognised him from
years ago. It was Jay Roberto. He was a kid I used to
know back in the seventh grade. I hadn't really seen him
since I was 12-years-old. He had really toned out and
bulked up since I saw him, he was more handsome than
ever. Jay and I had an odd relationship at the time, he
was always the troublemaker and leader in our friendship.
I was always the follower. He was always more tough and
confident than I. I became very envious of him.

"Hows it goin little guy? Long time no see!" He strides
up to me and got his arms around my shoulders. He grasped
me hard and I rocked almost from side to side from his
impacting and strong friendly approach.

"How old are we now kid?" Jay said to me.

"Umm sixteen." I said looking up at him intimidated as he
smiled cheekily with his handsome face at me by my side.

"You're still tiny! I think this boy needs a workout
session Penny?" He said laughing and slapping me on the
back. I looked at my mother in further shock and she
didn't seem to notice at all.

"You don't get guns like these without working out and
having the balls to do it little buddy." He said flexing
his arms in front of my mother and I.

My mother Penny giggled like a schoolgirl and said, "You
both haven't seen each other for a long haven't you? Not
since that dinner we had with your mother more than a few
years back?"

"Yeah I moved schools babe," Jay said to her smiling. She
smiled cheekily back.

I did remember my mother and father invited Jay and his
single mother over for dinner one night 4-years-ago when
Jay and I were both friends and just 12-year-old. Jay was
a lot skinnier then, he had longer blonde hair and wore
his cap backwards as his trademark style.

My mom and dad talked loudly with Jay's mother in the
dining room but Jay and I were done with our meal and
went upstairs to play video games.

"Dude!" Jay began "Your mom has the fattest butt I've
ever seen in my life!" He laughed.

"Shut up Jay!" I yelled a bit.

"Dude when your mom farts does it make the house shake?"

I looked at him angry "Quiet you perv!"

Moments later he would just start again.

"Scotty," 12-year-old Jay would begin to whisper, "
Because of her fat butt, when she runs, is there an
earthquake?" I would punch him in the arm and he would
just giggle and laugh. I actually don't remember seeing
Jay all that much after that night. I believe he moved to
a different school because of some academic achievement,
which I found very hard to believe. Jay always asked me
to help him with his homework that year.

I do remember something strange happening that night he
slept over though. I was very sleepy but I heard Jay get
out of bed and open my bedroom door to walk out the
hallway. I wasn't sure but I heard a voice that didn't
sound like his. I didn't pay much notice and went back to
sleep.

However I had awoken again and realised when I looked at
the clock that 25 minutes had passed and Jay had still
not returned. I walked out of my room rubbing my eyes and
walked down the hallway in my pyjama's. I started to walk
towards the kitchen to get myself a glass of water and
also hoping to run into Jay on the way.

I walked passed my parents room and heard something very
peculiar. I thought I could hear sexual moaning. I leant
my ear towards to door and could better hear my own
mother panting moaning sexy words.

"Oh yes baby! Fuck me you strong boy!" I heard my mother
yell and squeal.

I would continue to hear her pant and moan frantically "
Take my fat ass baby! Fuck it! Ooooh Yeah!"

"Fuck yeah m**. Take it all J**" I could hear my father
barely say.

I didn't quite get entirely what my dad said because of
the door. But I was so proud of him. Even though he
didn't even sound like he was breaking a sweat. I
mentioned that my mom and dad were having trouble with
their sex life. My dad must have figured out something
right, some sex move or something? Way to go dad I
thought. Their marriage was saved.

"Ooooh yes yes yes! Eeiiiiieeee" I could hear my mom
squeal.

I happily continued to the kitchen and collected a glass
of water and retreated to my room. I walked back into the
hallway and saw Jay awkwardly sneak back into my room. I
opened my door and climbed into my bed with my glass.

"Where did you go?" I asked him.

"I was on the toilet," 12-year-old Jay replied

"You took ages," I said passively.

"Dude, I take huge long shits ok" He said a bit annoyed.

"Why?" I began to try to tease him and be annoying "Too
much dick up your butt?"

Jay snickered a little bit and said "Nah man, I'm not
your mom"

"What? Fuck you! You always make fun of her fat ass!"

"Yeah well." He started "Maybe I like her butt."

Jay and I didn't talk much after that. In fact that was
the last real conversation we had. Shortly after he was
moved to a very highly regarded private school, all the
fees were taken care of because of some mysterious
academic achievement he did. He moved house with his
mother and lived in the next couple of towns away. It was
too far for a bike ride. Then we just quickly drifted
apart. To this day I have no idea what that academic
achievement was.

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It had been four years since I had seen Jay and I find
out that he is in fact the rich stud that is dating my
beautiful mother.

"Mom, I can't believe this. Your dating Jay Roberto? He's
my age!"

"Yeah I know sweetie" Mom began "But he's so hot and
tough, a real protector"

"But I'm your son I can protect you!" I said amazed.

"Your not strong enough to protect me with your scrawny
body Scott!" Mom raised her voice sounding more than
annoyed "And you can't love me the way he does! You're my
son!"

"I know that!" I yelled

"Then understand that I need a strong young guy to make
love to me at night! I have needs!" She yelled back.

I took a second to absorb everything in. It was true that
mom was a woman and a human being with needs like
everyone else. But I simply couldn't understand her
complete disregard for my feelings that she was dating a
guy that was my age who I used to know as a friend. I
felt emasculated and downgraded somehow. I almost wanted
to cry, but no tears emerged. I was numb in my body but
frantic in my mind.

I saw Jay sneer a bit

"Take it easy man," He said in an almost patronising way
"Your mom is really happy and loves the way I treat her.
Ain't that right babe"

He then playfully slapped her on her fat ass. Mom laughed
like a schoolgirl and kissed him on the cheek.

"This is bullshit!" I yelled.

Suddenly that humorous patronising look on Jays face
turned into a mean ridiculing one.

"Bullshit?" Jay said. "Let me level with you on the
situation right now-"

"Don't Jay!" Mom cut him off "Please he doesn't have to
know everything yet"

I stuttered a bit and trembled "K-know everything of w-
what?

"Ok, you want to know?" Jay began," This house you're
standing in right now, it's officially mine."

"What?" I said stunned. I could never of expected that.

"Your dead dad was a rich fucker that's for sure. But
when he died he left everything he owned in my name. This
two story house, the furniture, the car, everything dip
shit! " He laughed wide eyed at me.

There was a dramatic pause between the three of us. I
looked straight at my mother.

"Mom, why would he do that?"

My mother wouldn't look me in the eye.

"It happened years ago," Jay began to reveal " That night
when I slept over your house when we were twelve. Both
your mom and your dad invited me in their room."

My eyes widened to the realisation.

"Your loser dad payed me to fuck your momma in front of
him" 16-year-old Jay laughed "and how could I resist that
fat ass," He said as he looked perversely at my mothers
hips with a sexy surfer smile. "Even though I used to
make fun of it back then,"

"You used to make fun of my butt Jay?" My mother giggled
and held his smooth chest.

By this point my eyes were wide and tears began to form
under my eyelids.

"Yeah babe, I used to tell Scotty all the time when we
were twelve. I used to make farting noises with my mouth
whenever I saw you bend over and stuff,"

My mother laughed again at how immature it was.

"I was just a immature kid then babe, I always thought
your ass was hot though,"

"So you fucked my mom in front of my dad in there room
that night four years ago?!" I raised my voice in shock.

"I'm afraid so," Jay said in a condescending way, "and
not just the once Scotty, I've been fucking her in front
of him at least every week for the last four years. Your
dad didn't just pay me either, he payed for my private
education and saved up an account of quarter of a million
dollars to spend on my liking wether it be partying or
collage."

"I don't believe it," I said shaking my head, going pale
"This is a dream isn't it? A bad dream?"

I was in a shocking haze of thoughts and confusion to the
realisation that my parents had played me for a fool for
four years. That they financially benefited this other
boy instead of me. They made me go to a shitty public
school where I was bullied and the teachers couldn't
teach for shit. They never spent a cent on a savings
account for me, let alone a collage savings account. If I
heard correctly my dad was a sad cuckold who liked to
watch adolescents fuck his own wife in front of him. I
couldn't believe it.

"How could you be such heartless bitch?!" I yelled at my
mom.

"Hey!" Jay yelled, "I'm fucking tired of your whining
faggot! This is my house and in my house you don't give
your mother lip!"

I stood paralysed in fear and shock.

"You and your dad are exactly the same," He said sneering
" weak, small and so fucking pathetic. All those times I
was pounding the shit out of your mom's ass those nights
your dad thanked me for satisfying his wife while he
jerked off. He would sometimes ask me beat him up of whip
his bare pale ass on the bed while your mom watched.
Fucking faggots! I would call your dad a faggot too, he
liked that." Jay then laughed.

My mother grasped Jakes topless toned smooth body and
kissed him on the lips.

Jay then looked at me stern

"Now I was going to be nice about this because me and you
were buddy's back in the day. But now you're just pissing me
off!" Jay said " Go to your room while your mom and I
watch a movie in the living room. Don't come back down for
a couple of hours because your momma and I are going to
be fooling around."

16-year-old Jay then playfully slapped my mom's fat ass
again.

To Be Continued