What Mom Doesn't Know...

"...And I don't want any of yo' lil' friends comin' over!" Martin's mom stood in the doorway, arms crossed. The rundown was a ritual when she left the house.

Martin Anderson fought to keep his eyes from rolling as he faced his computer, staring down a blank word document. A teenager getting the riot act from their mother is understandable. A sophomore in college is different. Martin uttered an unintelligible response for each rule, letting her know he was listening.

She continued. "And I don't want any girls runnin' round my house either."

Four years ago, Martin threw a house party. The police didn't show up. Nothing was damaged, but the house was a mess. The partygoers ransacked the fridge. The cushions from the sectional were thrown around the house and the recliner was flipped on its side. Red cups littered every inch of the living room. Martin spent three days getting the house back in order. He had never heard the end of it.

In his mom's mind, he could not be trusted. The party may not have been a catastrophe, but it had been orchestrated without her knowledge. The party proved that he could be sneaky.

Martin twisted away from his desk. "Mom, it's not like you'll be gone long..."

"Long enough for yo' black ass to get in trouble." She raised an eyebrow. A smug look perched on her face.

Martin got back to his point. "Besides, I'll be working on this creative writing assignment all day. I still haven't figured out what to write about."

Suspicion flared through her. She scowled at Martin like she was waiting for him to confess to a scheme. After a few more seconds, she seemed satisfied.

She turned away, heading down the hall. "And don't forget Ms. Cortez is keeping an eye out."

"Great." Martin replied, annoyance in his voice. He turned towards the door, listening.

Keys jingled in the distance. Her footsteps got quieter as she made it to the front door. There was a small, scratchy noise, followed by a barely audible clang, the sound of her purse slinging over her shoulder. It was quiet. Martin held his breath.

Was she having second thoughts about leaving, he thought.

He paused for a moment. The quiet continued. Finally, the front door opened and thundered closed.

Martin popped up from his chair and flew toward the window. Cracking the curtain enough to peek one eye out, Martin could see his mom angling out of the driveway. She turned and headed downtown. Martin had his mom's driving and habits down to a science. She was heading downtown to pay her accountant a visit. It was never a long errand, about 20, maybe 25 minutes, but that was more than enough.

Flat out lies didn't work on his mom. Amending the truth made the lie more believable. Martin had an assignment to write, but assignments were easy. Dribbling off two-thousand coherent words would get him at least a B. He was actually working on a short story submission for a fantasy writing contest. Grades were grades, but contests paid. Unfortunately, no ideas seemed worthy of exploration.

As far as obeying the rules, Martin wouldn't have any friends or girls running around, and Ms. Cortez would be doing more than keeping an eye on him.

She would be burying her cock inside of him.

During a series of summer brownouts the year before, His mom asked Martin to go check on Ms. Cortez because she hadn't replied to her texts or call.

"Mom, I'm sure she's fine," he protested, upset he'd been summoned away from his battery-powered fan.

"Did I ask if she was fine?" Ms Anderson was preoccupied with her own fan. She didn't turn to face him.

"No ma'am," Martin replied, heading for the door.

"Thank you."

Martin hobbled across the street in a one size too small tank top and gym shorts. He was short, barely 5'2 with a slim, average build. During high school, jokes flourished about him being a rip off Kevin Hart. Sabrina, the volleyball star who also lived next door neighbor, took to calling him bitch boy since he wasn't "a full grown man." The house party turned things around. Sabrina wasn't invited.

Ms. Cortez's car was in the driveway, but there was no response. With the heat, Martin figured she'd be out back by the pool.

Hopping the fence as he'd done many times before, sultry R&B music filled the backyard. Turning the corner, he was greeted to the sight of a blue bikini-clad Ms. Cindi Cortez, leaning against a pillar on her back porch. Cindi stood a few inches taller than Martin, and she was thick in all the right places. Sweaty, auburn hair matted her forehead. The bikini top was so skimpy, it barely concealed the supple breasts beneath. Her dark, tanned skin gleamed as she stroked her cock. At first, Martin was shocked. Then, he felt his dick throbbing in his shorts. Next thing he knew, he was on his knees and she was shoving it into his mouth while he stroked his cock.

Over the last year, he and Cindi had been hooking up whenever the opportunity struck. The hookups involved Martin being bent over or on his knees with her cock rammed down his throat.

Today, they would skip the blowjob and get right to the pummeling. Martin was lubed and ready, but time was still of the essence and he hadn't seen her leave home yet. The street was still empty as Martin crouched, peering out the window. Outside the window, the street resembled a ghost town. No cars drove by. Martin took quick glances at his watch. Seconds ticked away and there was no sign of Cindi.

Where is she, dammit? Thoughts bombarded Martin's mind. We're running out of time. Did something come up? She didn't text me.

His heart thundered in his chest, tension rising. They had always planned carefully. There was always time. Running late wasn't like her.

Creak.

A sound interrupted the avalanche of thoughts.

Before he could turn around, the bed gave and arms wrapped around him, pulling him away from the window.

The sneaky freak had snuck in, Martin smiled, thinking to himself. She had been watching.

Suddenly, the arms picked him up and slung him onto my bed. It was more forceful, too forceful, but Martin reasoned that she must have known they were losing time. The smile on his face spread like wildfire and he turned to greet her, but Cindi's eyes weren't looking back at him. The joy dissolved into terror.

"What the fuck are you doing in my house?!" Martin shrieked.

Sabrina glared back at him, a heinous grin stretched across her face.

"Is that any way to greet a guest?" She was trying to sound playful, but the question reeked of evil.

"Wha...What do you want?" Martin trembled.

Side by side, they had the same dark chocolate complexion, but Sabrina towered over him by a full foot. She was slender, with a tiny waist and thick hips that accentuated a perfect bubble butt. She was worth checking out, but if you did, you'd be met with the death glare. Her hair was done up in braids that swirled into a ponytail and came down to the waistband of her tight, gray sweatpants. Martin's eyes widened as he saw an imprint jutting out from her crotch and running down her leg. He stuttered from a mix of horror and awe, "Wha..."

"Isn't it obvious," she reached down and stroked the imprint.

"Yo....You're..."

"Mhmm, I'm just like your friend, Ms. Cortez," she grinned, "and I know she's been rearranging your insides when your mom's away."

"How...how could you possibly..?!"

"I've seen her coming over here for a while. Didn't think anything of it 'til that day I saw her fucking you on your back porch a few weeks ago."

Martin remembered that day. He was so turned on, he met her at the backdoor with his pants. He came on the lawn.

"She looked like she enjoyed herself." Sabrina said. "Figures you'd make a good fuck puppet. You're useless for anything else. So, I confronted her. I wanted in and she told me everything." She stroked her cock as she leered at him. The behemoth was growing under the sweatpants. "We worked out a deal. I take her place today and whenever I want, and, in return, I don't rat you two out."

Martin shuddered. The horror of the situation sunk in. He tried to talk, but between finding out the bane of his existence had a cock, his rendezvous with Cindi had been compromised, and that Sabrina wanted to fuck him, he couldn't think straight. A new horror dawned on him.

"You've got to get out of here!" He screamed, realizing a girl was in the house.

Martin knew how his mom viewed Sabrina. She thought he was exaggerating about Sabrina's torment during high school. If she came home and saw her here, he'd be dead. Finding Sabrina here would prove he was up to no good, in his mother's mind. It wouldn't even be the "no good" he planned for.

"Cindi's one thing, but I can't have a girl here! She'll kill me!"

"Exactly, Ms. Cortez told me." She looked up at the ceiling as if she was searching for clues, playing coy. "And, I seem to remember a house party that I didn't get invited to."

"What the fuck!? You hate me... It was years ago!"

"Whatever. You can choose: let me smash, or your mom comes home to find me in the house, and I spill about you and Cortez." She pulled down her sweatpants. Her cock jutted out towards him. A trail of pre-cum connected the chocolate brown tip of it to the crotch of the sweatpants. Her cock looked like a slender, brown missile, ready to explode.

"That thing's not going inside me!" Martin shrieked. "It looks like it'll rip me in half." If she puts that monstrosity in me, I won't be able to sit right for a week, Martin thought.

"You'll be fine," Sabrina was getting annoyed, but she smiled, stroking it. "She told me about the lube and butt plug."

She did know everything. When they knew they wouldn't have much time, Martin would pre-lube his ass and slide in a butt plug for good measure so Cindi could get down to business like that day on the patio.

"Bu...but, you've made fun of me for years," he pleaded, trying to find a way out of the situation. "Why would you want to fuck me?"

"Booty is booty." She said it as if it were obvious. "Plus, I get to treat you like the bitch you are."

Martin's breathing fired in rapid spurts, "just fucking leave! Please!"

"Either we do this, or you get in trouble."

Making a run for it sounded like a good idea, but getting past Sabrina would be impossible. She was still athletic. Martin would be no match. Cindi was in on this, so she'd be no help.

The only options were to let Sabrina punish his ass with her python, or deal with the fallout of his escapades, a lose-worse situation.

Cindi saw the same problem, Martin thought. That's why she went along with this shit.

He could work things out with Cindi later. Sabrina could be dealt with. His mom...

Defeated, Martin sighed. "Get it over with." The words fell out of his mouth. "Time's running out, so make it quick." Martin turned away from her, pulling down his shorts, exposing his limp dick and the plug. Propping himself up on his knees and one hand, he used the free hand to pull the butt plug out. It was a plain purple one that Cindi got for him. It slid out with ease thanks to the extra lube. He looked back at her cock, "And take it easy with that...that thing."

"This 'thing' is what a real dick looks like." Sabrina swung her cock like a bat. "And, turn over, I want you on your back."

"Why?" Martin looked back at her, startled. He didn't want to look at her while it was happening.

"So you can't run from it."

Shivers spread across his body. Hesitation made his movements slower. His cock twitched. He turned over, eyes locked on Sabrina as she kicked off the sweatpants. Her braids swayed behind her. Every fiber in his body was tense.

"Aww." She teased, looking at his dick. "A bitch dick for a bitch boy". She got between his legs and smacked the tip of her cock against his hole.

Martin looked at his dick. It wasn't hard, but it was just bigger than average. Even if it were, it wouldn't be lower than hers.

"Fuck you, bitch."

"Oh, that's what I'm gonna do to you. I'll be gentle for as long as I can." She teased. "I do have to make it quick." She rubbed her cock around his hole. Martin had used so much lube it smeared on her tip.

Martin gripped the sheets. His eyes were glued to the ceiling. He imagined it would hurt more if he watched her entering him.

The tension was suffocating. He couldn't stand the waiting, "just hurry up!"

Grinning, she pressed the tip into his loosened hole. Martin gasped as it went in, thanking the universe for the invention of butt plugs and lube. They made the sting bearable.

"Mmm," Sabrina moaned, savoring the sensation. She put one hand in the center of Martin's chest. Inch by inch she filled him till she bottomed out inside of him. With every inch of her cock invading him, Martin knew this would not be a simple pump and dump. This was an impalement!

He clutched his legs to his chest to give her better access, hoping it would make things easier. Starting at a slow pace, she worked herself up.

"Mmm, good and tight. Cindi hasn't been fucking you enough has she, bitch boy?"

Martin tried to protest, but he didn't get the words out. Sabrina put her hands on his thighs and bared down, pushing them harder against his chest.

Pulling her cock out till only the tip was left in, she looked down at him, "Don't forget to breathe."

Jamming it back inside of him, she started hammering his hole. A whimper caught in his throat. He squirmed, trying to catch his breath as Sabrina fucked him.

Straight faced, unenthusiastic bottoming was what he meant to give her.

He failed.

Each of Sabrina's thrusts were rewarded with a moan or a whimper. He had never been fucked like this. Her cock was hitting spots he didn't even know he had. He fought off his erection. He couldn' give Sabrina the satisfaction. Pushing on her thighs, he tried getting her to lighten up. Sabrina grabbed his hands and held them down over his head. Being pinned was new too. Resistance was pointless. With her weight pressed down on him, Martin's cock roared to life, precum leaked on his stomach.

"Aww look at that." Sabrina cooed. "You like that, bitch boy? Being pinned down? Powerless?"

Martin's face twisted and contorted.

She sawed in and out of him like a trained lumberjack. There was no pain, but it still felt like being punctured. He could only lay there and take it like the bitch she had always called him. Moans filled the room. Most of them came from Martin.

When he was with Cindi, he could control his reactions. He used his moans to tease and taught her into fucking him harder. With Sabrina, there was no teasing. It was an uncontrolled reaction. A pool of pre-cum filled his belly-button.

"That's right. Take that fucking cock, bitch boy." Sabrina growled into his ear. "Ooh, this ass feels so good. See why Cortez likes it, but this ass is mine now." There was so much going on, they hadn't heard her come in. "What the..." Sabrina trailed off.

Pressure fell on both of them. Sabrina tried to sit up, but couldn't. Martin peaked around her to see Cindi propping herself up on Sabrina. She was wearing a green sports bra and black leggings. The leggings were already pulled down enough for her cock to leap out. It was hard, slick with lube, and aimed at Sabrina's ass.

"Didn't think I'd let you have all the fun, did you?" She grinned. She peered down at me, "Hi, sweetie."

Sabrina's eyes filled with rage. Before she could respond, Cindi pressed the tip against her bumhole, making Sabrina gasp. Martin felt Sabrina's cock twitched inside him.

"You bitch!" Sabrina wailed.

Cindi leaned into her ear, putting more weight on Sabrina, and whispered, "If I'm a bitch, we're one in the same. Now, give me that cute little hole." As Cindi pushed deeper, Sabrina drove her cock deeper into me. Sabrina whined and squirmed beneath Cindi. "Aww." Cindi cooed. "What's wrong? I used lubed. Don't you wanna show your inner slut?"

Cindi gripped Sabrina's neck.

"Wait..." Sabrina sighed, eyes fluttering.

"What's wrong, dear?" Cindi kissed and licked her way down Sabrina's neck.

Sabrina whined and hummed.

Martin felt the tension ease in her body.

"Good girl." Cindi popped the head of her cock into Sabrina's ass.

Sabrina's eyes rolled in response as she let out a long slow moan.

"I knew there was a slut in there." Cindi said, still leaning over by Sabrina's ear. "Now, be a good slut and fuck yourself on my cock. And hurry, Ms. Anderson will be back soon."

"Fuck you," Sabrina said over her shoulder. Cindi smacked her ass, making Sabrina whimper. She did as she was told. Resuming Martin's impalement, Sabrina fucked herself against Cindi's cock.

The room filled with the sound of ecstasy. Pinned beneath Sabrina, Martin had a view of Cindi dominating Sabrina, while Sabrina plowed him. His dick was throbbing.

Sabrina was still holding his hands over his hands. He could only lay there and take it all in.

Cindi hiked Sabrina's shirt up, revealing quarter sized areolas and perky nipples. She pinched and twisted them. Pain and pleasure popped Sabrina's eyes open.

"Ooh." Sabrina cooed.

"You like that, don't you?" Cindi smiled.

"Yes." Sabrina didn't mean to admit it, biting her lip.

"Yes, what? You little bitch." Cindi twisted Sabrina's braids in one hand, yanking her head back.

"Yes ma'am!" The words surprised Sabrina as they came out.

"Thought so." Cindi pressed Sabrina down so she was flat on top of Martin. "Martin, suck on her nipples while I show this slut how it's done."

"But..."

Cindi shot him a look. He did as he was told too. Devouring one nipple, he licked and swirled it across his lips. Sabrina let go of his hands, wrapping one arm around his neck and the other around his head. Hands free, Martin pinched and played with the other nipple while jerking his quivering dick.

Cindi took a firm grip of Sabrina's hips, and began punishing Sabrina's hole. Sabrina's head was buried into the mattress, whimpering into Martin's ear.

"How's it feel being a bitch?" Martin asked, panting. Cindi's pumping was driving Sabrina's cock deeper and deeper inside of him. Her moans made her sound soft and delicate.

"You should know." She bit his ear playfully.

"No talking unless spoken too." Cindi's eyes were closed. Sweat started prickling on her tanned skin. She rammed her cock into Sabrina's ass, propelling Sabrina's missile cock into Martin's ass with every thrust. The sensation felt amazing.

Watching the two of them thrust over him was turning Martin on more and more. He couldn't stand Sabrina. Having her barge into his house and blackmail him pissed him off. The feeling of her cock inside of him made up for it. Cindi was making up for it. With her cock buried inside of him, Martin had a front row seat seeing his tormentor get bitched out by his sexy neighbor.

Sabrina panted like the bitch in heat, eyes closed, face scrunched as Cindi pounded her. It dawned on Martin that Cindi had used him to set Sabrina up, to draw her and let her guard down so she could put Sabrina in her place. Cindi's way of dealing with Sabrina's interference.

Suddenly, Sabrina's head popped up, eyes wide.

"Aghh," Sabrina shot hot cum into Martin's ass. Her eyes rolled. She shuddered over him as her orgasm rocked through her body.

Cindi smacked Sabrina's ass.

"Naughty girl," she said, "Didn't even say you were about to come."

Cindi wrapped her hands around Sabrina and lifted her up, pulling Sabrina's cock out of Martin's ass. Disappointment gloomed on his face.

Cindi threw Sabrina down and straddled her chest.

"Martin," Cindi said as she feverishly stroked her cock, "Come here sweetie. We're going to feed this naughty girl some cum. Open that mouth, slut."

Martin and Sabrina obeyed. Martin got next to Cindi and pumped his cock. Sabrina begged for cum with her eyes. She reached up and cupped Martin's ass, pulling him closer.