After Marcus left, Mom stayed sitting in the shed for a while, curled up in a ball. I wanted to go over and comfort her and help her, but I stayed hidden. I knew if she realized I not only knew what happened but saw it, it would break her. Eventually she composed herself enough to pick up her dress and cover herself, before heading to the house.
I waited a while before I followed her inside. I heard the shower going when I got in. I decided to text her saying I wasn't feeling well and was going to lay down. I was sick to my stomach; not just at what happened but my reaction to it. Mom texted back and said she wasn't feeling well either and would be in her room for the rest of the day.
I didn't want to go to school on Monday. The only problem was if I stayed home, Mom would be there all day too and that would be rough on both of us. I was expecting it to be hard at school. I thought Marcus would be back to his old ways of making my life hell, but now, with a new thing to use to torment me.
I was surprised that by lunch, I hadn't heard one comment or statement form Marcus or any of his friends. They had ample opportunity sitting by me in class or passing me in the hall. I sat at my normal spot in the lunch room, alone and in the far corner. As I was sitting there, I started to hear laughter. I looked over to Marcus and his friends they were all listening to what he said and stealing glances at me. I had no doubt he was telling them, in detail, what he did.
I got up and left. I didn't want them to see that, not only did I know what they were talking about, but I had seen it. I was beginning to wonder if maybe Marcus saw me. Maybe when I was asleep, he found my hiding spot. For the rest of the day and week. I did my best to ignore them. They never said anything to me, but their looks and laughter cut like a knife, especially as it was about my Mom.
Over the next few days, Mom and I couldn't be in the same room with each other for very long. Every time I saw her, I would picture Marcus laying her on the bench or bending her offer. Mom couldn't look at me. Every time she did a look of pain, regret, shame would cross her face.
I think what helped both Mom and I was when Saturday rolled around and Marcus didn't show up. Exactly like mom told him not to. I could tell that the anxiety Mom had seemed to melt away. She started being able to smile and laugh when we were together.
I also had started to try to justify it in my mind on Moms behave. I kept telling myself Marcus tricked her, forced her, or took advantage of her. That she lost herself in the moment and didn't think. That they never kissed so it wasn't about emotional attachment. I know I was deluding myself, but it helped to forgive her. I already hated him, so adding more to that wasn't a big deal.
It also helped that I did everything I could to not think about it. I dove into finishing my game and starting the testing and debugging of it. After Saturday, I decided to spend more time with mom and less on the game. Maybe that would help her to forget what happened. It did seem to help to.
I asked Mom to teach me some more cooking during the week. She enjoyed cooking and baking. I figured if I was going away to college next fall I needed to learn. I couldn't live off microwave meals all the time. I enjoyed not just the cooking, but spending time with her. It became part of our routine, Tuesdays and Thursdays would be cooking classes.
A few weeks later, my Mom told me she was going to have a girls night with Aunt Cindy in Friday. Cindy wasn't really my aunt. She was my Mom's best friend since they were kids. I just called her Aunt Cindy.
I volunteered to cook them dinner, put my new skills to the test with a semi impartial judge. They were both grateful. They spent the afternoon going for a message and getting there nails done. When they got home, I put the last touches to dinner.
They both said they enjoyed the meal. I cleaned up while they sat on the deck and had some wine. Aunt Cindy then suggested that Mom and her get dressed up and go out. I couldn't remember the last time, Mom had gone out so encouraged her to go. She was hesitant at first, but eventually agreed.
I offered to drive them, but they decided to take an Uber instead. That way aunt Cindy could just take one home after the night was done as Mom had picked her up earlier that day.
I had a big math text next week to study for so I welcomed the quiet. The teacher never used assignment scores for our final grade. He would use quarterly exams. On one hand it cut down on the homework, and took one last mid term to study for. On the other, if you did bad on one quarter exam it was as fight to improve. Thankfully math was always a strong subject of mine.
It was a little after midnight when I heard the thump of the door closing. Normally I listen to music on my headphones but with being alone and studying hard, I didn't this time. Plus, with Mom going out for the first time in years, I wanted to make sure she got home okay.
I looked at the clock and smiled. It was a little passed 1 am. Mom probably had a good night. I was tempted to go up to see if she was okay and check to see if she needed anything, but figured she would just going to head to bed.
A few minutes later I heard another thump off the door. I figured Aunt Cindy forgot something here and came back for it. I figured she would probably end up spending the night.
When I heard a third thump, I figured I had to go check things out. I was a little worried Mom may have gotten a little too drunk, fell down, and hurt herself. Or aunty Cindy might have.
I quietly made my way on the stairs by the entrance way. There was nothing there so I checked the living room and the kitchen. When I didn't see anything there, I made my way to the hall. I saw moms light was on and door open.
When I got halfway down the hall, I heard a soft moan. I stopped dead in my tracks.
Maybe it was just her crawling in to bed. I thought. Maybe she is playing with herself. I felt a bit of excitement at the last thought. I decided to go take a peek.
I crept up to the door to take a look but instead of looking around the door, I looked through the area between the door and the frame. The bottom of the bed had always faced the door so I knew I would get a look.
Mom was definitely in the middle of pleasure but it wasn't fingers or a toy between her legs. It was a black man and he was already inside of her.
She must have met him at the bar. I thought as I watched. I could heel my cock already getting hard.
Moms ankles were by his head causing her ass to be lifted off the bed. It looked like he had his hands on either side of her head. His legs were bent so the front of his calves were on the bed.
They must have just started. I thought to myself. It couldn't have been more than 5 minutes from the time she got home till now.
Unlike before, this time I could see his cock going into my Moms pussy. I could see how wet she was and how much she was lubricating his cock. I could see the lips of her pussy stretch to fit him and how it grabbed him as he pulled out.
"Oh god! That feels so good!" Mom moaned with slurred speech. Mom wasn't a drinker so it didn't take much to get her drunk. I guess drinking also got her horny.
I reached down and unzipped my pants. I pulled my cock out. I quickly realized I didn't have anything to cum in so I took off one of my socks and slid my cock in.
I started to jerk off to the same time as they were. He was slowly starting to speed up. Her breathing was starting to get deeper as were her moans. Then he slammed his cock into her hard and fast causing her to gasp.
At least it wasn't...
"Yes! Give it to me Marcus! Fuck my pussy!" Mom moaned.
Oh god no! Not again! I thought to myself.
"I knew you would text eventually." Marcus said. I could hear the cockiness in his voice. "You ain't ever gonna have enough of this!"
"Feels so good!" Mom moaned. "Didn't think you would come... Figured you fucking already." She said between gasps.
