Moms Agreement Ch 02

THIS IS A STORY OF FICTION. ALL RELEVANT CHARACTERS ARE 18+. ENJOY

This is Part 2 of Jacob, Gretchen and his bullies.

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4 PM

Still locked on the scene I just learned of, I was beside myself. Frozen, I honestly couldn't move. Pushing his body up, my mom's full body came into focus. Her nylon clad legs pointing to the ceiling, she looked worn out. Repeating what he said earlier, Marcus, panting heavily, said, "It's 'bout time 'yo ass found out."

"Mar..Marcus.. pl..please," mom delicately quipped, her breath, also labored.

Seeing my mom lying under him, her freckled boobs out of her floral white dress she still had on her body, made me ill. Her legs, now resting on the bed after he released them, I saw runs down her inner thighs. She only had one of her white high heels still on her feet. The dress had been pushed over her waist, which was a sight I wish I never saw.

Marcus was fully naked, except one of those white "wife beater" shirts he still had on. Seeing the sweat, glistening off Marcus' body, face and forehead and the sheer exhaustion on my mom's face, it told the whole story. 4 open condoms wrappers lay on the carpet, while 3 filled condoms resided in the trashcan by her bed.

"Jacob honey," She breathlessly called out. "I'm.. I'm sorry." I could see the utter shame plastered on her face. Continuing, she remarked, "Sweetheart, I can ex..."

Before she could finish, Marcus interrupted her. "Shut up, Gretchen," he vigorously said, looking down at her. Gazing back over at me, he just laughed. "Yo' moms' been savin' yo' ass from beatdowns."

Pulling out of her, finally, my mother let out a big sigh. As Marcus got off the bed to stand, I saw the condom hanging off his member. Completely full, like a miniature balloon, he snapped his fingers my mom's direction. As he's looking at me the whole time, I see my mom scurry off the bed to kneel in front of him. Removing the condom, she lay it beside her. As some of the juices began to escape on the carpet, she took him in her mouth. Putting his hand on the back of her head, he pushed her down his length.

"Gluck! Hack! Hack!" Both of her hands rested on the front of his thighs. Still having not removed his stare from me, Marcus comments, "Yo' mama's one hell of a fuck, Limpdick." When mom heard him say my horrible nickname, she tried to release herself from him, "Keep sucking, bitch!" He forcefully ordered.

Temporarily lessening his grip from her head, she released her mouth from his phallus. Coughing, I saw tears in her eyes, Runs in her mascara and smeared lipstick. "Mar. Marcus..."

"Shut up Mrs. Lamdyke!" He, again spewed, pushing her head back down his length. "Get yo' pathetic ass in here Limpdick. I got something more to say!" Slowly stepping further into moms bedroom, I stopped right behind her.

"Get use to this.... Jake," the clear evil on his face. "Yo' mama don't want yo' ass beat no mo' so she agreed to this. Kelvin and Theo have fucked her once already, too. So, when you come here from now on, expect one of us, at least, to be here, FUCKING YO'MOM. Don't fucking interrupt us!"

With a pause, I saw Marcus' face contort. "Ahhhhh! fuck yea, Mrs. Lamdyke. Swallow my cum in front of yo' kid." Seeing her throat muscles spasming, I knew what she was swallowing.

After re-opening his eyes, he released mom's head. Letting his penis escape her lips, she swallowed once more. Still knelt in front of him, this time, she said nothing. She just looked forward at Marcus. Reaching her hand for the condom on the carpet, she picked it up. Gingerly trying to stand, she had to grab hold of the bedframe. I could see how rubbery her legs were. Dropping the condom in the trash, I see her grab, yet another condom, out the box of Magnums sitting on her nightstand. Walking tenderly back over to us, she knelt, once again in front of him. Ripping open the package, she began to roll it over his, still fully hard, organ. Once all the way up, he chuckled at me.

"See how obedient the bitch is?" The words thick. "She's ready for another fucking."

Seeing my mom sit on the beds edge, she hoisted the hem of her dress over her thighs once more, exposing the suntan pantyhose encasing her middle-aged, legs. Scooching back, she lay her head on the pillow. Opening her legs. Marcus then looks at mom. "Tell him what you want, Mrs. Lamdyke."

Gulping, and in a very reserved, yet submissive voice, mom said, "Honey, go into your room and close your door. OK?...... Please." Just seeing the look on her enervated visage, I hestitantly nodded.

Seeing tears in her eyes, she mouthed, "I'm sorry baby."

"Get the fuck out, Limpdick," Marcus re-joined, his huge hand on his sheathed penis. I got one mo' deposit for this bitch!"

As I was leaving, Marcus ordered. "Leave it open," the curtness in his voice, pure.

Not even halfway down the hallway, "Oh Marcus!" echoed loudly from the bedroom.

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An hour later.....

Unh! Unh! Unh! Oh Mar.. Marcus!! Fu..fuck me!"

Ever since I left moms room, the relentness attack I was hearing, mom's lust-filled cries echoed throughout the house. Not knowing whether she was being hurt, or was genuinely in ecstasy, mom never stopped.

"Oh yes! God yessss!" Her panting, his grunting, like 2 wild animals in heat, was the epicenter in our upper-middle class home.

Just sitting in my room, the incessant creaking of her bed and the headboard perorming a steady chorus against the wall, I had to listen to Marcus and my mom.

"Fuck.. Mrs..Lamdyke.. Take.. it.. bitch!"

Hearing the moans and grunts, mom and Marcus kept up their escapades. Finally hearing the conclusion, A loud bellow came from moms' room. "AHHHHHH!! The voice of Marcus, could be heard clearly, signify he was finishing.

"Oh yes, cum for me honey," mom's sultry voice mewed. "Oh Marcus yesss, mmm,"

After about a minute, silence and shuffling replaced the maddening chaos. Hearing footsteps, I overheard them talking.

"When you get back from yo' doctor appointment, throw those' condoms away. Once you're on birth control, my boys and me want yo' pussy raw. Them motha fuckas be stranglin' my dick."

A soft, "I understand," could be easily understood.

My door, suddenly opening, I see both enter my room.

"Hope you enjoyed the show... Jake," his indifferent, screaming. "Yo' mama gonna be busy tomorrow, so I suggest you stay away unless you wanna hear her screaming for a black dick routinely."

Seeing mom's exhausted face, I saw the shame glued on it. I could only nod towards them. "Ya.. Yeah. Oh.. Okay," I stuttered.

Zipping his zipper, he looked at mom, "Walk me out... Mrs. Lamdyke." Turning, I heard their steps descend the stairs.

Hearing the mudroom door open, then close, I was at a loss for words. By 5:30, our house finally enjoyed peace.

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About 15 minutes later, I walked downstairs. Seeing mom, on her cellphone, she also looked up and saw my presence. I could only imagine her shame as she wouldn't meet my eyes. Turning on the TV, I soon learned she was talking to my dad.

"Jacob has been coming home in a better mood," I heard mom telling dad. "The boys have started leaving him alone.

"Well that's good, Gretch," I heard through the speaker. "The kid needs to toughen up."

"Todd, he's literally standing in the kitchen, now. You know I don't like it when you put him down."

"Hey Jake," dad said, assuming my presence.

"Hey," I reciprocated, "What's up?"

Looking at mom, worry was written all over her face. I could see the utter fear, as she wondered if I was going to inform dad of what she has been doing.

"Just talking to your mom about your issue at school. Seems as though those boys are giving you a break, huh?" I could sense the genuine concern in his voice.

Looking at mom with worry in her demeanor, I just stated, "Yea, it seems so." A few minutes later, mom ended the call.

Putting her phone down, indignity hung in the air. Hearing her searching for items in the kitchen, I sat at the TV in a haze. Normally, mom or me would talking each others' ear off, but the uncomfortableness of the situation prevented any composure.

After 10 minutes of utter silence, I could sense her presence.

"Jacob?" Her angelic voice, calm.

Looking to the left, I saw a much different person. Having had time to relax, I saw uncertainty.

"I'm..I'm sorry, Sweetheart," looking toward the ground. "I knew, ultimately you would find out. I agreed to..... this.... for your sake, honey. I need you to believe me."

"Mom," I responded, as we both looked past each other. "Please stop. I don't want you doing that. What I saw......"

"Jakey, I can explain," mom voiced, concerned. "When you went to school that next day, all three boys came over."

As my eyes got big, mom held up her hand, reassuringly. "We didn't.. do anything," she said, cautiously choosing her words. "Marcus, came right out and offered to leave you alone and stop bullying you If I..... this."

Hearing her voice breaking, I knew I needed to hear her out.

"I flat-out told them no," she pointed out, emphatically. "I told them I am married, I'm much older than they are, and I would be willing to pay them if they'd stop hurting you. I swear, Jakey, I love your father but.. but.. he can never find out."

Sitting down in the recliner next to me, she took my hand and began carressing it. "I never meant to hurt you. I never intended for you to see what you saw. I'm doing this... for you, honey."

"How long do you have to...." I said, unsure of how to finish the question.

"You graduate in June. So.."

Interrupting, I perked up. "Mom, no," my voice raised, concerned. We're not even in November, yet. Please, I'll be ok. Just tell them, no more."

Lovingly, she asked, "Please let me finish what I was saying, alright?

Nodding, I rekaxed.

"So, over those next few days, I'd see you come home. Ripped back pack; flat tire; muddy jacket. Then I saw your hair disheveled. Each morning, Marcus would cut school, come over and keep pressuring to accept.... this."

Smoothing out her dress, she nervously contined as she fidgeted with the hemline. "Then on Wednesday, Marcus called after dinner and gave me one more chance. If I declined.... the offer, he said he couldn't promise that he or the other two wouldn't send you home with a black eye the next day."

Raising an eyebrow, I sighed. "So that's why Kelvin came up to me at school that day and said that things weren't looking goid for my.... continued peace."

Mom nodded. "Marcus did mention Kelvin's visit to your locker, that was when I gave in and told Marcus, to come over after 11:30. I knew you wouldn't be home until later, with violin practice and band so......."

Seeing how distraught I looked, mom's celestial voice because concerning. "Sweetheart, I didn't want.. this. Please believe me."

Seeing her face, spent and the grey streaks that are appearing in her beautiful brunette hair, I resignedly affirmed, "I believe you, mom. I really do."

Suspiring, mom pointedly asked. "So you're not going to inform your father?" Her eyes full of terrified hope.

Shaking my head, I attested, "Just know I do not like it. I hate all three of them. But no, I wont tell dad."

Getting up to hug me, we ended up embracing for a few minutes.

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After arriving at school the next day, Theo came to my locker. Theo is a basketball player, so he's really tall. About 6'7. Really skinny, but very intimidating. Putting his arm on my open locker, he alerted me. "Im guessing Kelvin is having fun with yo' mama."

Unable to look at him at started grabbing my books. Grabbing my shirt, his voice became more pronounced. "You deaf, Limpdick? I said Kelvin's probably fuckin' yo' mama right now."

After releasing his grip from my shirt, I stammered, "Yea.. Yea.. He prob.. probably is."

With that, Theo laughed and reminded me, "I can't wait to see her tomorrow. Get her all nice and loosened up for Marcus."

Nodding hesitantly, I went about my way.

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As I arrived him, it was now 4:45. Having band practice, I couldn't concentrate. My teacher, sensing this, sent me home.

Hearing the usual sounds from upstairs, I went to the fridge and grabbed me a Coke. Venturing into the living area, I just sat that there sick to my stomach.

After each noticeable thump or creak, I could hear an immediate, "Oh yes!" Over and over, each requisite thump and mom's moans and Marcus' grunts own the airwaves.

Knowing I couldn't go on up to my bedroom, as I had to pass my parents brdroom, I stayed down here. Marcus gave me a direct order to not interrupt him or the others if they were with my mom.

Soon, the intensity turned up and the action got more vigorous. "Fuck yea! Take it Mrs. Lamdyke. Fuckin' yo' fine ass!"

"Fu.. Fuck me.. Oh God yes.. Har.. Harder."

Hearing my mom so invested, was hard to take.

"Oh Mar.. Marcus! Yes! oh honey, yes!!"

"Ahhhhhhhhh! Mrsss. Lammm.. dykee!!"

"Ev.. every dr.. drop..fill my pussy," mom crooned, the seductiveness in her voice.

"Oh Marcus.. Oh yesss."

A couple minutes later, there was silence. Aside from the rustling from upstairs, the actual chaotic atmosphere I came home to, ceased. Hearing footsteps, I looked left. When they saw me, the paused.

Ja.. Jacob.. you're home," Mom tiredly announced. Watching as she was still buttoning her dress back up, I couldn't fathom how exhausted she looked every time she was finished. "I'm.. I'm just seeing Marcus out. Then I'll make dinner."

As he was finishing dressing, himself, Marcus also commented. "How long you been here, Limpdick?"

Seeing mom's face contort, she cautiously tried to softly scold Marcus. "Mar.. Marcus, I asked you not..."

Putting his hand up, he looked at mom. Seeing the seriousness in his face, The overweight son of a bitch peered down at my petite mother.

Suddenly silent, mom spologized. "I'm sor.. sorry, Marcus."

Grabbing his book bag, he ended things saying, "It's a lot better fucking yo' fine self without using condoms. Don't you agree?" He sarcastically said to her.

"Yes.. Yes.. much.. bet.. better," mom sullenly agreed. "I'm glad this way makes you happy."

"Show him," Marcus suddenly posed, catching mom by surprise.

"Show him? Show him, what?" mom querily asked, confused.

"Lift up yo' dress," he said moving his hand in an 'up' fashion.

For a brief instant, mom paused. Seeing Marcus' face starting to change, moms' eyes lowered. Reaching slowly for the hemline of her dress, she began raising it. As the sheerness of her pantyhose began to appear, I saw the two long runs down each inner thigh. Once she had her dress up over her waist, she turned her head, ashamedly to the right. As she looked out the window, I saw numerous spots on the sheer fabric.

"That's how the bitch gon' look everytime I'm done with her," he mockingly jested. "Tell Limpdick how many loads I pumped into you, Mrs. Lamdyke."

"Fou.. Four," mom uncomfortably said.

"And you encouraged me to unload in you every time," the question, double-edged.

"Yes," the submission in her voice was telling.

Seeing a wetspot develop, joining the already matted areas within the fabric, Marcus said, "She'll be oozing me out of her for awhile... Jake."

Emphasizing my name, Marcus opened the door. "Till tomorrow, Mrs. Lamdyke. Theo will be here early. Rest up." Shutting the door behind him, mom turned toward the kitchen.

As if nothing just happened, mom softly stated, "I'd better make us dinner before your father calls later." Disappearing into the kitchen, I heard her quiet tears.