He came back to the entrance, where I was still standing in shock, to take off his shoes and jacket and whispered to me: "I thought you were lying punk, but your bitch mom's even better in person. Blonde bimbo".
That gave me goosebumps all over my back. I was starting to get scared.
As we both came back in the living room, she gave me a funny look, but tried to act normal, asked him about his trip and if he wanted dinner. He said sure, would love to, but I need you first to show me my room. I said I would, of course, do it. He said no. I need Maya to do it, as I have a surprise for you, and you would ruin it.
She said ok, reluctantly. I could clearly tell she was very uncomfortable with his presence. When passing by, saw her sad look. She led, he followed, as did I, at least to the stairs. As they went up, I could see him mesmerized by her ass cheeks and white thong, splitting them in half as she climbed the stairs. He saw me looking, smiled and stuck his tongue out like he was licking her cheeks. Now I was starting to panic. The heart wanted to jump out of my chest. WTF did I just did, cos of few cheap thrills...
They were upstairs for a long time, at least it seemed that way as I was counting every second. Maybe 10 or 15 minutes later, I heard her crying "Nooooo" and "I would never do that!" I rushed upstairs, could hear her whaling and a very sharp slap on the face. They were in my parent's bedroom. His "guest room" doors were still shut. When I entered the room, my mom was in the middle of the room, on her knees, holding her face, as she was just heavily hit. Hercules was in front of her, smiling to me. A blissful, peaceful smile. I began to curse him and told him to get out, or I would call the police right away!
He said: "Son, relax! Your mom was just kind enough to invite me to stay in her room! She says bed here is so much more comfortable and that she will keep me company, so I don't get scared all alone, in the dark, in that other room." And smiled again, such a wicked smile.
Told him he's lying, lunatic, that he just slapped her and that I'm calling the cops right now. He grabbed my mom around her throat with one hand, lift her off the ground a little and said: "Dear, remember what we just talked about? Now, tell your stupid son what I just told you."
My mom was still sobbing, lowered her head and told me: "Just listen to him, baby, please! It's going to be ok, I promise you".
He hopped to my side, put his arm around my shoulders, and escorted me out of my parent's bedroom. When he closed the door, leaving my mom inside, I pushed him away and told him to get out, as this was not what we talked about. He was a bastard and wanted him out of my house!
He just smiled, got closer again and whispered: "You little fuck! Did you really believe I wasn't going to fuck the living shit out of you blond bimbo mom? Did you, you stupid no-good punk? If you don't leave me be, I'm going to tell your darling mom all we talked about. Not only that, I will show her photos you've sent me and all the screenshots! Do you want that stupid? She will be crushed. You betrayed her, now you have to live with it. Your call?"
I was shocked. On the verge of crying. This son of a bitch just cornered me bad. There was no escape. But I would not be able to face my mom if he told her all the things I said... and showed him her photos... I even took photos of some of her mini skirts, thongs, halters, fishnet stockings, corsets.
I just don't have to guts to endure that. I can't be responsible for this hell I brought upon us. Although I definitely was. But, mom can't ever be aware. She would literally die if she knew what her only child, her baby, did. To hell with me!
End of Part 1.
