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She’ll never understand, not with a man like Jim.
I have to show her. I have to be the one to bring clarity to her life.
Firm in my resolve, I stand closer in the doorway, just enough to be seen. Feeling possessed, I sense a film covering my gaze as I study my mother on the bed, her body naked and sprawled with her face pressed into the mattress and this worthless man pounding into her.
It takes a while, but finally, he notices me in the doorway. Shocked to see me, Jim stutters in his thrusts, fumbling a bit before finding his pace. But, just as I predicted, he doesn’t stop, doesn’t warn my mother that I’m witnessing her being fucked. No. Instead, I spot the lust growing in his stare, his desire tripling for me.
Pressing my temple against the cold wood, I slide my hand between my thighs, giving him a flash of my smooth, silky skin while I rub my throbbing center. Already, I feel the pool of moisture expand as I watch him shift in place behind her. The veins in his hands swell as he raises her hips to his angry red length. Mother still doesn’t notice me, grinding her ass into his pelvis, preferring to keep her head buried in the mattress while he uses a clear liquid to lube his cock.
Hmm. I’ve never gotten that treatment before.
Thinking back, I replay the moments between my uncle and me. I’ve never even seen him pull out a little tube before. He said it dulled the sensation. How else could I feel his desire without the burning splitting of my body? How else would I know true Greene love if I didn’t cry from it?
My mother will never experience that. No matter how much she claims it disgusts her, I know she’s wrong. She doesn’t know what love is. How could she? She’s run from it her entire life.
For a moment, I picture her in my place, Uncle filling her holes instead of this fucking stranger. I’m met with a violent stab of pain right between the ribs. Even in my imagination, it hurts to see him giving her the affection that belongs to me.
Shoving two fingers inside my hole, I shake away the image of my uncle as Jim pushes himself to the hilt inside Mother’s ass, pumping hard enough to rock the bedframe against the wall. He’s still watching me as he does it, eyes unblinking, while he makes her scream.
It’s funny. Mother typically does an excellent job of picking up easily frightened men. Something about their weakness draws her in. But not Jim. He’s different. I bet it wouldn’t take much to get him to do what I want. It’s moments like these when I wish I could test that theory, get him to read my mind. Maybe then he’d spear his fingers through her hair, holding her face down into the sheets, stopping her ability to breathe altogether. My life would be simpler, then.
I’ve had that fantasy more than once, mostly when I’m in bed, picturing him beside me in that upstairs room.
My uncle.
Sigh. He’s unlike any man in this world, so tender. So loving. Not like these men my mother brings home. Animals who glare at her watery, drunken eyes as they fist their cocks to the porn on the television. I can’t imagine my uncle ever being so sick. I try to while I add another finger, picturing him fantasizing about those fake-breasted women. I visualize them seizing on the bed, gasping and fighting for oxygen before he comes all over their backs. I would love that... to watch the color drain from their flesh. To watch the light leave their eyes.
What kind of person would that make me, wishing all those women dead just so I could be the only girl to touch him?
Still, the visual has me choking down a moan more than the fingers inside me. Knuckle-deep, I add a fourth, fighting the surge of desire flowing down my skin. It drips to the floor, bleeding like the wounds underneath my flesh.
Though it was nearly silent, Mother heard me, as she always does. She almost catches me at the edge of the frame, but Jim shoves her head back into the end of the bed, saving me so he can keep me standing there. His stare locks on mine above her bouncing ass, stopping my motions with a sleazy, oily gaze. “Awww, baby, you have the tightest fucking pussy.”
I don’t know who he’s talking to, her or me. His eyes are on my body, the V of my center that hides behind my hand, but she responds, forgetting all about me to hold on to his affection. “You have such a fat cock! Fuck me! Fuck me harder! Yeah! Yeah!”
His eyes never leave mine while she writhes and jerks against his cock, but he follows her command, moving into her body in a way that is too familiar. This time, when I close my eyes, I can feel every muscle and nerve throbbing with his touch. The memory is physical, rocking into me with such force, I sense the bruises rising to the surface.
When the ghost of his touch squeezes the slim column of my throat, it burns me like a bolt of lightning, but I see a flash of the future in that light. Me. Him. Together. We can be together again.
No distractions.
No interruptions.
Just us and the love he’s eager to give.
I can do this.
I can handle what comes next. All I have to do is fake it more, just a little longer. I can see Jim is already close. That web that was only too easy to construct trapped him far quicker than I could imagine. Guess I’m lucky. Mom finally caught a dumb one.
As I sense my climax on the edge, I let my fingers fall from my center. I sink into the wall, giving my racing heart a chance to calm down while observing with tired, heavy eyes as Jim pulls out of Mother’s ass. Her squeak of surprise echoes in the room as he flips her onto her back. Knotting her hair roughly into his fists, Jim forces her to her knees on the mattress before him, violently shoving her mouth to take the entire length of his hardened cock.
Mmm. My uncle does the same.
Eyes falling shut, Jim enjoys as my mother swallows his entire length. I take that moment to back away, dipping into the shadows. He can’t find me, but he looks, eyes searching for me through the cracked opening, his snarling smile vanishing as he rumbles, “Mmmm, suck my cock, slut. Show me what a fucking whore like you can do.”
Witnessing Mother on her knees, tasting and sucking on his small, swollen head while he continues to search for me in the dark, is almost too much to handle. I can barely hold my chuckle back, but when he growls, angry that I disappeared, I can’t stop myself from taking another peek.
Speeding up his thrusts, Jim appears furious, forcing my mother to bob and gag on his shaft before ripping his cock free from her mouth. The veins in his neck protrude from his skin as he holds back his climax. It confuses both my mother and me. When she leans back, asking him what the problem is in a soft, concerned tone, I begin to back away, feeling a sickening twist growing in my gut.
