Date: Thu, 9 Aug 2012 12:02:56 +0930 From: Mathew Elizabeth Subject: My Moms Young Stud (Bisexual, authoritorian, adult youth, high-school) Disclaimer: If you are not yet 18 years of age or if it is illegal to read materials of this kind where you live, then please stop now. This author will not be held responsible if this work gets into the wrong hands. This story contains consensual and intimidating descriptions of sexual activity between boys and older people. Please write: mathew_monkey@hotmail.com. I would like to hear if you like my story. Warning: This story contains psychological themes such as cuckolding and parental neglect. If these types of themes offend you then you best leave. My Moms Young Stud The Four Year Secret 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. --------------------------------------------------------- ---------------------------------------- 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. --------------------------------------------------------- ------------------------------------------- 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 buds 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 my living room. Don't come back down for a couple of hours because your momma and I are going to be fooling around down here as well." 16-year-old Jay then playfully slapped my mom's fat ass again. To Be Continued? Depending on how popular this story is I may or may not make a sequel or series out of it. I have many ideas and I have left a number of plot points ambiguous to make it open ended enough for a sequel. It will all depend on reader demand. I have a lot of good ideas in store for this story so hopefully it will be popular.