Christian Elias Stewart, 21, was standing at the front door of his mother’s house. He was wondering when it was a good time to enter. Chris was a bit awkward around his mother since he had been raised primarily by his grandparents since he reached the age of 20. Then, when he applied for college, he attended one near his mom. He thought to move in with his mother to save on rent.
Chris’s mother, Emma Stewart, had him when she was just 16. Not ready to be a mom and no father in the picture, she had Chris raised by her parents. That choice allowed her to complete her high school education, move on to college and then to law school. Now an accomplished lawyer in California, she was delighted to spend some time bonding with her son. There was an issue, however. Emma was currently in a relationship with an Arab man named Hassan. He was only seven years older than Chris but had the mentality to match his mother while maintaining a youthful, enigmatic air about himself.
It was not exactly a romantic relationship, but Emma had kept Hassan around her for various reasons. That being sex, masculine energy, and someone to lean on when she felt weak and vulnerable. It was an open relationship as Emma told Chris. Hassan was free to have sex with other people. Sometimes he even brought people over. At the same time, Emma was free to have sex with others as well, but she was often too busy to find people. Thus, Emma had Hassan stay with her. Hassan, who is a trainer, bodybuilder, and bouncer, was only too happy to find free lodging in such an expensive estate.
After a while, Chris decides to open the door. As he opened the door, he saw his mother in Hassan's arms. They were watching football, while Hassan’s arms were wrapped around her and very casually sliding up into her shirt to grope her breast. Hassan was shirtless revealing his chiselled muscle and wearing boxers which failed to hide his thick well-developed muscular thighs. Hassan even had an erection straining the fabrics of his boxers just from fondling his mother’s boobs.
Hassan noticed Chris entering the house and waved his hand while his other hand is still playing with Emma’s boobs while ignoring his boner peaking through his boxers. “Hey, man. How’s your day.”
Chris ignored Hassan with a flustered face of disgust and anxiety as he walked back to his room. Hassan has the habit of being a nudist. Chris was surprised when he first came to see his mother only to be greeted by a fully nude Hassan with a flaccid 7-inch cock hanging between his legs. Since then, Emma had told Hassan to clamp down on his nudism. Hassan begrudgingly started wearing boxers around the house. That hardly kept his raging cock from showing as Hassan often openly flirts with Emma which unwittingly turned his cock into a raging 10-inch monster.
There were countless times Chris would hear the sweet and provocative conversations the two of them would have. It was like Hassan ignored the fact that her son was privy to their sultry flirtations. A bubble would form around the two filled with lustful intentions. Chris would often catch Hassan being playful with his mother. Hassan would smack Chris’s mother on the ass earning a delighted squeal from her. She would smack his chest only to beg him to do more to her. The desire she held for him was infectious.
Seeing the two of them share such affection brought a level of conflict to Chris. He felt their emotions were enthralling but at the same time so heart-wrenching. Chris would see Hassan wrap his arms around his mother and all Chris could think of was being in that very position with him. Hassan would pull his mother close kissing her lips while trailing his hands about her body. Chris’s mother would conform herself to Hassan and lose herself to his influence. They were in that honeymoon phase in their relationship that affected Chris more than he thought it would.
Chris couldn’t help but want to be the one Hassan wrapped his arms around. He wanted to be the one having his ass slapped by the Arab man. It was like a desperate need for him to replace his mother where Hassan’s affections were directed. Being at home with the two of them was painful enough, but what made it worse was when the two of them would broadcast their affections. It was like they were completely disregarding his feelings on the issue. Then again, it wasn’t like he made it known how troubling their relationship was for him.
As painful as it was for Chris to see his mother enjoying Hassan, he didn’t have an outlet for him to express himself. If he let his true feelings be known to them, they would surely react negatively towards him. He would come off as a disapproving son intent on ruining his mother’s happiness. Chris couldn’t do that to his mother. At least not outright.
As much as Chris wanted to be with Hassan, he couldn’t help himself from acting out against the two. He would voice his disapproval towards the two making out on the couch while the three of them watched a movie or getting frisky in the kitchen. His response to their interactions came off as like a brat to the two. His mother would dismiss him for just being grossed out about heterosexual interactions while Hassan would merely chuckle at him and continue doing what he wanted to his mother.
Chris’s sexuality was known to both of them. There was no reason for him to hide his true self at his age. His mother accepted him, and Hassan didn’t seem to care that he liked guys. Hassan treated both of them with varying measures of respect with Chris’s mother earning more of that than he. Hassan’s treatment towards Chris was ordinary if not reserved. The man wouldn’t dismiss Chris but cared more about being with his mother than giving him actual consideration. That kind of treatment stoked the longing desires blooming within Chris, even more so when Hassan and his mother would turn in for the night.
The walls between their bedrooms were irritatingly thin. Chris would lay wide awake in his bed as he listened to the provocative actions and sounds coming from the two just beyond those thin walls. He’d grip his pillow as his own body reacted to what heard from them. He questioned how the man could be so vulgar yet so erotic at the same time with his mother. Chris almost felt like Hassan wanted Chris to hear him fucking his mother long into the night.
“Fuck yeah, baby.” Hassan’s thick voice was full of lust as it penetrated the wall separating their rooms. “Suck my cock. Just like that. Fuck, your lips are so soft.”
A loud pop could be heard followed by his mother’s voice, “Thank you, Sir.”
“Less gratitude, more sucking,” Hassan grumbled before the sound of muffled gargling ensued. “Fuuuuck, yeah. God, you look so cute with my cock in your mouth.”
A vigorous sucking sound was coming from their room. Chris knew his mother was blowing Hassan with glee. The sound was driving Chris crazy. He couldn’t stop imagining what was going on in that room. It was torturous for him to lay there with a fully erect cock beneath his sheets. Chris ached to tend to his hard-on but didn’t just want to rub one out. He wanted to be in that room sucking Hassan’s cock with as much fervour as his mother was portraying.
Throwing his sheets off himself and getting out of bed, Chris stepped across his small room to his dresser. Opening the bottom drawer, he looked down to see the piles of feminine clothing he kept secretly stashed inside. It was a private kink of his that no one else knew about. He pulled out a grey and black lingerie nightgown and a matching thong only to quickly slip them on. The silky fabric felt wonderful against his bare skin making him feel more like himself in the clothing. Sifting through the other fabric he pulled out a pair of thin grey stockings and slipped them on.
Looking at his reflection in the floor-length mirror of his bedroom, Chris caressed his body as he admired himself in the women’s clothing. He imagined himself as his mother at that moment with Hassan desperately wanting to tear the clothing from his body. When he heard his mother gag on Hassan’s cock, a thought popped into his head. Going back to his drawer, Chris pulled out a large dildo he hid inside and went to the edge of his bed.
Chris placed the dildo on the edge of his bed where he thought Hassan would be. Listening to the motions his mother was making while sucking Hassan’s cock, Chris wrapped his lips around the dark-coloured dildo and mimicked her actions. As taboo, as it was for Chris to imagine himself as his mother sucking dick, Chris continued to do so anyway. Slipping the dildo into his mouth, he imagined Hassan was right there in his room. Chris worked the dildo with his mouth as if it was Hassan’s cock all along.
Chris listened intently when he heard Hassan say, “You like my cock, bitch?”
His mother made a sound like she was moaning on Hassan’s cock. Chris mimicked her vocals and moaned on the dildo in his mouth. He slipped the silicone phallus farther down his throat as if he were showing Hassan how much he enjoyed his cock even if it wasn’t his. Chris pulled back and swirled his tongue around the tip of the dildo before taking it all back into his mouth.
“Good little slut,” He heard Hassan’s velvety voice again. “Now swallow all of me.”
As if Hassan was ordering Chris himself, Chris went down on the dildo till he couldn’t fit any more of him down his throat. Almost in unison, Chris gagged on the dildo just as his mother gagged on Hassan’s cock. Laughter bellowed from Hassan as his mother tried her best to keep his cock down her throat. Where she gasped for air no longer able to stay on Hassan’s cock, Chris held strong. He imagined the laughter Hassan was making was out of pride and not humour. Chris liked to think he was proving his talent to Hassan better than his mother.
“Damn, Emma, you’re such a cock slut. What would your son think if he saw you like this?” He laughed at her only to say, “Turn around. I’m going to fuck your pussy.”
Chris and his mother moaned together, and the shuffling of positions came from both rooms. Fumbling through his drawer, Chris pulled out a small bottle of lube and prepped himself and the dildo as fast as he could. Chris slammed the suction cup against his bedframe getting it to stick to the wood siding. He pulled the thin straps of the thong aside and positioned his hole at the tip of the dildo.
“You ready for my cock, slut?”
“Yes, Sir! I want your cock!” His mother’s pleading voice was unmistakable, “Put your cock in my pussy!”
As Hassan’s roaring laughter came from their room, Chris pleadingly whispered, “Yes, Daddy. I want your cock. Put your cock in my pussy.” He copied his mother word for word but replaced “sir” with “daddy” while feeling that very need to have his hole filled by Hassan’s cock.
“Here I come, baby,” Hassan breathed out heavily as if he was sinking his cock in Chris’s mother.
The vocals of his mother being penetrated by Hassan were evident and loud. She cried out as the size of him pushed deeper into her. At the same time, Chris backed his ass up onto the tip of the dildo. The head met resistance against Chris’s tight hole, but the lube allowed it to slip past his first ring of muscle. Chris had to bite back his cries of pleasure as he was imagining Hassan’s cock penetrating him.
With the dildo halfway in Chris’s ass, he began rocking his hips back and forth stimulating his imagination of the silicone being Hassan’s real dick in him. He mimicked similar motions while listening to the sounds coming from their room. The way his mother’s bed creaked to the rhythm of their fucking told him just how hard and fast Chris needed to work his ass. Chris mimicked a pace that had him nearly matching his mother’s whimpering tone.
The rim of the nightgown Chris was wearing slid up his back as he continued to back himself onto the thick dildo. The cool fabric caressed his sweat-slick skin causing it to cling to his body. Chris locked his elbows and thrust himself backwards when he heard Hassan pick up his pace. The backwards action had the fabric hanging at his front swaying back and forth. He could feel his cock leaking precum into the pouch of the thong as the stimulation was driving him crazy.
“Fuck, you dirty whore! Your pussy is so warm and slick. I could cum in you right now and give little Chris a baby brother or sister haha.” Hassan’s tone was not lying.
“Oh, fuck!” Emma cried out in blissful agony as her pussy was being ravaged by Hassan’s cock. “More, Hassan! Fuck me harder fill me up with your baby!”
A loud smack and his mother’s whimpering tone followed before Hassan said, “You don’t give me orders, bitch. When we are on bed I am the King!! I’ll fuck you how I like.” The creaking bed increased in volume as Hassan fucked her harder. “Now scream like the whore you are! Daddy Hassan wants you to scream so your son hears what a whore you are.”
Hassan roared as he pulled his mother's hair towards him and penetrated further inside her.
“Yes, Hassan!” She cried out only to be smacked again by the man. “I AM HASSAN’S WHORE!!” She screamed.
Hearing his mother being beaten by Hassan stoked the fire within Chris. He imagined himself being smacked by the man and even went so far as to time Hassan’s strikes by slapping his face. Chris was finding it difficult to keep up his own pace while slapping himself at the same time. His legs were shaking as the dildo was striking his prostate over and over again. He didn’t know how much longer he could stand impaling himself before he would cum.
“Shit, baby, I’m gonna cum!” Hassan’s voice was as rough as the pace he was maintaining.
“Cum in me, Hassan! Cum in my wet pussy,” she cried out begging for him to bust his nut in her.
Chris felt his orgasm building up inside him even as he wasn’t touching his dick. The stimulation he was bringing upon himself and what he heard from next door was sending him over the edge. As he heard his mother’s pleas, he copied her by silently begging, “Cum in my wet pussy, Daddy Hassan.”
When the two of them shouted in pleasure, Chris came in his thin little thong. He bucked his hips and clenched his ass dislodging the dildo from the side of his bed. Chris’s body shuddered as he collapsed on the floor of his room riding out the euphoric waves of his orgasm. He bit his tongue to not voice his climax even as his mother and Hassan continued to moan and groan at each other.
As Chris’s body high calmed down, he felt the dildo in his ass slip out and fumble away from him. Chris lay there breathing through his exhaustion. His ears were still listening for any further sounds or voices from the other room. Hassan and his mother had gone silent after his mother whimpered at the moment of Hassan’s retreat. When they were silent long enough, Chris figured they were lying together settling in for the night.
With weak arms, Chris picked himself up off his floor and flopped himself onto his bed. He abandoned the dildo he used and didn’t care to clean himself up. Chris was imagining his dirty, used self as how his mother must have been in the other room. She was no doubt leaking Hassan’s cum out of her pussy so he mimicked her as best he could in his situation. Laying there in his bed, Chris could only fantasize about Hassan wrapping his arms around him as he fell into the void of his subconscious.
The next day, Chris couldn’t look his mother in the eye. His eyes were only for Hassan. When he found Hassan in the kitchen making a cup of coffee for his mother and himself, all Chris could think about was what happened the night before. He felt entirely sick with himself as he disliked the idea of imagining himself as his mother. It wasn’t something a son should think of or even consider. It was entirely taboo, but it didn’t stop Chris from fantasizing about it.
“Morning, honey,” his mother cooed from her perch on the other side of the kitchen island. She took a sip of her coffee and asked, “Did you sleep well last night?”
Her question irked Chris, prompting him to respond with, “I would have slept better if there wasn’t a party going on next door.”
His mother’s face went red as her jaw hung open. Hassan chuckled, “We were fucking pretty hard last night. Hope we didn’t keep you up too late.”
“You kept something up,” Chris mumbled as he went for the coffee maker.
“What was that, Chris?” His mother asked leaning her head towards him.
“I said, you didn’t bother me. It’d be nice if you were quieter, but I can imagine how taking his big cock would make you cry that the bitch you.”
“Chris!” His mother shrieked.
Hassan frowned heavily at him, “Whoa, hold on now, this is your mother, show some respect, little boy.”
“What?” Chris turned on them both with the carafe in hand, “I’m only being honest.” He looked at Hassan and sneered, “Can you at least be more considerate when you fuck my mom and be quiet about it?” Chris didn’t mean it, but he was frustrated by how casual they were being.
“I get that, Chris, but don’t talk like that.” His mother was looking at her son with such disapproval.
“Show your mom some respect, Chris.” Hassan took a step towards him.
Chris clanked the carafe on the counter behind him and puffed out his chest to Hassan, “Oh, yeah? Why should I?”
“Oh my god!” Chris’s mother slammed her coffee cup on the island counter. “All right! We get it, Chris. You don’t like hearing us have sex. That doesn’t mean you have to act like a brat about it. You’re twenty-one for Christ's sake. Act like an adult and speak like one.”
“That’d be better than acting like a brat,” Hassan silently growled at Chris.
Chris stared at Hassan after what he just said. The man was towering over him like a dominating Arab god. He wanted nothing more than to attack the man with all manner of sexual actions and fuck him right there in front of his mother. Chris’s emotions were getting the better of him, but he was so far deep in them that he didn’t check himself.
"Oh yeah who are you to say anything, you are nothing more than my mom's boy-toy here, her plaything, once she is done with you, off you go to the street where you come from!" Chris could not stop his brat instinct and words just came out of his mouth uncontrollably.
"Why you!!!" Hassan roared with anger. Hassan easily picked Chris up by his collar and slammed Chris to the wall. Hassan heavily pressed Chris to the wall and shouted to his face, "You better watched your little pussy mouth, you little brat!!"
"Yes, please release me" Chris softly cried, grimacing with pain, he was so shocked and scared of what the big man was going to do to him that he started shivering and tears ran down his cheek.
"What the..." Hassan with disgust suddenly released Christ and threw him to the floor; Christ was so scared that he had peed himself. "You disgusting little shit. Gross!!" Looking at the pathetic little weakling, Hassan has nothing but disgust on his face.
"Enough!!" Emma looked at Hassan with a stern expression, “Hassan, thank you, but I am his mother. Let me handle this.” She turned her attention to her son, “Chris, I know you are upset over those noises, but this is my house. I make the rules. Since you are starting college, I can arrange to rent you an apartment near your campus, so you don’t have to hear me and Hassan doing it. How about that?”
“Let me think about it,” Chris begrudgingly turned to go back to his room. With one last bomb before the surrender, Chris said, “At least I can deep throat better than you, Mom.” With that last comment, he hurriedly dashed back to his room and locked his door.
With his door locked, Chris took off his peed-stained pants. He had just peed himself, Christ thought to himself with his face red. What his mom and Hassan didn't know is that Chris not only peed himself, but his little 4-inch dick is hard. Thank god it is so small, Chris thought to himself. As Christ thought of what had happened this morning with Hassan slamming him to the floor, Christ felt so horny that he closed his eyes, took out his dildo and masturbate himself. As Chris fucked himself with the dildo he kept on thinking of how strong Hassan's muscle is when he pressed his body onto him, how he squeezed him and the masculine pheromone Hassan emits... Suddenly, like a bitch in heat, Chris' little dick spurt cum, exhausted, Chris pathetically lies on the floor with his cum dripping to the floor and the dildo sliding out of his ass. Like a bitch in heat, Christ knew he needs to be fucked by Hassan like a bitch to be satisfied.
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