A Mom's Symbol Ch. 01

James shut his eyes tightly, his hands clenched. He didn't want to hear this anymore, but he couldn't hang up. He promised his mom he wouldn't do that. What if Alex hurts her badly out of rage?

"You're awfully quiet, fag. You listening to your mom's moans like a fucking pervert?"

"Oh, god. Yes, yes, YES. I'm gonna cum--SHIT--RIGHT FUCKING THERE--Oh--!"

"You hear that? She loves getting fucked in the ass like a whore. This is her third orgasm in the past hour."

The 'pa, pa, pa' noises suddenly became even louder and faster.

"You wanna cum again, bitch? Say you like riding my dick."

She just continued screaming incoherently. He slapped her ass to sober her up from the high. "Say it, fucking slut-mommy! Let your only son hear it loud and clear!"

She grunts, almost unconscious, "I like riding your dick!"

James heard a louder slap this time and his mom squealing in reaction.

"Do it properly, bitch--AGAIN!"

"I love riding your fat cock, fuck!"

Another slap resounded.

"LOUDER, MOMMY...!"

"I LOVE FUCKING MY SLUT ASS ON YOUR HUGE FUCKING JOCK DICK--S-SHIIIIT--I'M GONNA CUM AGAAAAIN!"

Alex laughed cockily over the phone, "Then tell your son your dirty, nasty thoughts. Tell the faggot what you screamed awhile ago. About him and his cuck father."

"I can't do that, Alex--PLEASE! Just make me C-CUM. YOU WIN! YOUR BIG COCK WINS. MY MOM-PUSSY WANTS TO CUM ON A REAL COOOOCK FROM A REAL FUCKING MAN, PLEASE...! PLEASE, BABY?"

Suddenly, it all went quiet. Only now did James notice there had been a rhythmic, constant squeaking noise of a bed in the background. He only noticed it when it was completely gone.

"SHIT, FUCK! ALEX--DADDY, PLEASE. NO, DON'T PULL OUT!" He heard his mom beg desperately.

"Then say it."

A gentle, quiet peace floated over the phone, James knew it was only a symbol of the storm that was about to come though.

"Baby....I told him awhile ago that after trying out his huge c-cock two years ago, I couldn't help but w-wonder if.....I wasted my time marrying your dad, or giving birth to you," Lily recited very clearly, despite the tremors on her voice. As if those words and those thoughts were somehow engraved on her soul.

James heard the bed squeaking again, albeit slowly.

"Maybe....fuck....I'm not meant for the domestic life. Because why do I feel closer to the meaning of life when I--oh, shit--when I suck his dick, while c-cumming hands-free--just like he trained me to..?"

The pace starts to quicken.

James could barely hear anything but his own heartbeat, the growing rhythm of the squeaking bed and his mom's voice.

"I spent the day before your birthday....fuuuck....edging myself for the one glorious thrust I was promised at midnight...and I came so hard, baaaaby. I fucking came harder than I ever did in all my life COMBINED, all while I greet you a happy birthday on my phone, lying through my teeth with being at work and not being able to make it--oH, FUUUCK!" Her breath hitched. So did James' at this painful confession. That was 3 months ago. She wasn't at his birthday because she was too busy getting what? Fucked? Was sex more important than him? Was that how insignificant he was to her?

Was that how much his bully's cock meant to her?

He believed her. He supported her "work emergency."

"I'M SUCH A BAD MOM, I KNOW--FUCK, ALEX! But w-we all have a CALLING, sweetie. I used to think it was you or Alyssa, fuck, fuuuuck! But m-maybe this is mine, sweetie...!

Maybe....ooOOH....I...shit....I want to be u-under him, inhaling his FAT FUCKING COCK submissively--aRGH, YESSS--! Worshipping his HUGE balls for as long as I'm c-conscious. You're just so pathetic, James. Your dad and you. W-we think you're never....fuck...going to find someone. And I'm definitely not going to make love with your wobbling three-minute dad ever again."

"Shiiiit." Alex started breathing heavily in the background as he chuckled at her verbal bashing.

"Mommy t-thinks you're--FUCK--so pathetic. I almost....regret giving b-birth to such a tiny-dicklet owning loOO--ser. OH, GOD--It FEELS SO FUCKING GOOD."

"Keep going, mommy-slut. Tell bitch boy how you really feel." Alex could feel he was getting close. Fuck, her pussy's getting tighter by the minute.

Lily's rough, loud moaning over the phone now turned into gut-wrenching, full volume screams. James sobbed as his cock twitched.

"BUT I REMEMBER, THAT I MET--SHITSHITFUCK...! I REMEMBER THAT I MET ALEX BECAUSE OF YOU, HONEY. AND SUDDENLY, MY REGRETS DISAPPEAR. IF I DIDN'T GIVE--SO ROUGH. OH MY GOD, ALEEEEX..!"

She tried continuing, "IF I DIDN'T GIVE BIRTH TO YOU, I WOULDN'T BE GETTING FUCKED THIS GOOD RIGHT FUCKING NOW."

James couldn't help but imagine how his mom looked right now. Was she still wearing that red dress dad gave her? Was it already ripped beyond use? Maybe she was just naked, her tits bouncing uncontrollably as she gets fucked raw in the ass. Maybe she was still wearing those red heels, showcasing her perfect ankles while getting raw-dogged on all fours, ass up, from behind. Or that g-string she had. Maybe Alex was pulling on it as he repeatedly drove his cock against her gaping asshole. What was she feeling? Did she feel an ounce of guilt, saying all these hurtful words? Or was she even thinking about him at all?

"AND FOR THAT, I'LL ALWAYS L-LOVE YOU--OH MY G-GOD, FUCK MY ASS-PUSSY UP LIKE THAT, DADDY! THANK YOU FOR BEING BULLIED, HONEY. THANK YOU FOR BEING SO WEAK LIKE YOUR DAD. LIKE A LITTLE B-BITCH--THAT'S THE SPOT, shITTT--OOoooooohhhh, fuck! FUCK! Oh, yes! You're UGH...FUCK...FUCK...ING...dick is...OHHHHHHH...the beeeest!"

A cacophony of sounds James would never forget; his mom's heartbreaking confessions, the loud noises of her ass-cheeks meeting his bully's every thrust, the sounds of the bed squeaking, and Alex's exhilarated laughter.

"DADDY, I WANNA SAY GOODBYE--FUCK, YES! CAN I, DADDY?!"

"Sure. Say your goodbyes, whore. Tighten up that cunt for me though. I'll go slower so you can speak coherently," he replied, laughing at the hot, absurd situation.

Suddenly, Lily opened the front camera.

"Yooo! What a fucking SLUT. You want a visual too--giving your son something to dream about?" He rhetorically asked as he slapped her ass.

James was petrified. There she was--his mom in all her glory. Beads of sweat decorated her forehead, making a few strands of her hair stick onto her skin.

She stuck her tongue out as she panted. And her pupils were dilated and unfocused--they looked high and overloaded with sensory stimulation. In short, she looked cock-drunk. Her prized make-up were all smudged up and James had never seen her more....happy than she was right now; ass-fucked and degraded into a piece of fuck-meat for her son's bully. The smartest and strongest woman he knew, on all-fours, begging to be butt-fucked harder and deeper from behind.

She tried smiling at her son, which only ended up looking like a grimace as her eyes instinctively shut tight from having her brains continuously fucked out until now. She eventually placed the phone directly in front of their obscene, yet somehow artsy bodies humping into each other.

He saw every ripple in her expression, every struggle she made in the set-up she was making for the phone to completely capture this debauchery. And maybe because of that, James KNEW what she was going to do. He knew the atrocity she would fucking commit out of the high from his bully's huge fucking cock. It's how she always comforted him in their goodbyes. And it's how she'll do it now.

She put her head down, leaning her face on one side directly on the shaking bed to prevent her body from falling as she raised her two arms to form a symbol. She made a heart, shaped out of her fragile, beautiful hands, towards him.

His mom, nay, his bully's fuck-toy smiled genuinely as she drooled on the bed like a total fucking slut.

"Bye, sweetie."

Alex suddenly slammed hard and deep inside her ass and her heart-shaped hands fell out of balance.

Lily's eyes rolled up from the sudden deep anal-humping as she grunted like an animal, "FUCK. O-Oh my God. OH MY G-GOD. Shit! Shit! Yesssss--I'M CUMMING. I'M FUCKING CU-"

She hung up.

James sat there, trembling and quiet. His dick, pathetically rock-hard in his pants. He drowned himself in tears, thinking how worthless he was in his mom's eyes. That he just heard his mom say the quality she loved about him most was the fact that he was weak and that he was bullied by the man she's now worshipping.

That he was strong enough to stand up to it, while similarly being weak enough to ask for her help--letting her meet him in this path of sexual depravity and degeneration.

He was heaving, trying to get some air for his lungs. Blubbering, as if the noise would get rid of his mom's words in his ears. Crying, as if the tears would wash away the image of her fucked-silly smile while she ruined the connection he had with that heart-shaped gesture.

James couldn't stop crying, blacking out with a single question,

Why? Why was he cumming?