Speaker 1: What I'm about to share with you is something I
Speaker 1: have withheld for years. It's not to say I never
Speaker 1: wanted to make it known. More like, to this day,
Speaker 1: I'm as embarrassed about it as I am fascinated that
Speaker 1: it really happened and the repercussions it's had in my
Speaker 1: life to this day. It's one of those things that
Speaker 1: you'd think never could occur to anyone, like it's some
Speaker 1: fantastical dream of sorts. But I'm here to let you
Speaker 1: know it did. Everything I'm about to share with you
Speaker 1: happened as I say it did. You might choose not
Speaker 1: to believe it. That's up to you. I'm merely going
Speaker 1: to tell it. The story is about a black man
Speaker 1: and the relationship he shared between me and my mom
Speaker 1: when I was a teenager. His name was Damon Fleece.
Speaker 1: He went to the same high school I did, except
Speaker 1: he later dropped out and got involved in other areas
Speaker 1: of work, one of which involved my mom. Damon was
Speaker 1: a terror to me when I was in ten grade.
Speaker 1: He was a senior at the time. He preyed on
Speaker 1: me and others, including my friends, on a weekly basis.
Speaker 1: Damon was a scary, muscular fellow with a scowl of
Speaker 1: a face. I tried to be clever and often avoided
Speaker 1: him for weeks, but then I'd become neglectful and stumble
Speaker 1: into his presence, or he'd ransack my pockets and take
Speaker 1: whatever he claimed I owed. Sometimes I willingly offered my
Speaker 1: money to him before he'd even ask. Failure would warrant
Speaker 1: him teaching me a lesson in manners, which I'd seen
Speaker 1: him dispel on others. Less fortunate. Mom never believed me
Speaker 1: whenever I mentioned damon to her. I kept begging her
Speaker 1: to move me to a new school, but that always
Speaker 1: fell on deaf ears. Her remedy was that there was
Speaker 1: only one way to get back at a bully, and
Speaker 1: that was to confront him. You're old enough to start
Speaker 1: fending for yourself, Charles, she admonished me, unless you want
Speaker 1: to be a par all your life like your dad.
Speaker 1: That hurt when she said that, but she did have
Speaker 1: a point about me standing up for myself, except I
Speaker 1: knew what that outcome would bring, and I wasn't niching
Speaker 1: to find out myself. But nothing could have prepared me
Speaker 1: for what I was to discover weeks later. It was
Speaker 1: raining one day when I returned from school, having run
Speaker 1: the last mile and was dripping wet. When I let
Speaker 1: myself into the house, I heard laughter from the living room,
Speaker 1: and I nearly choked on my breath when I saw
Speaker 1: what was inside. There was my mom, and seated across
Speaker 1: from her was my nemesis, Damon. They were drinking brandy,
Speaker 1: and the table bore a plateful of unfinished snacks that
Speaker 1: indicated they had been here for a while. They stopped
Speaker 1: laughing and looked towards my direction when they heard my footsteps. Hi,
Speaker 1: Charlie said, Mom. Damon and I were just talking about you.
Speaker 1: Why don't you come over and say Hi? What's up?
Speaker 1: Charles said, Damon, Hi, I muttered, and then turned and
Speaker 1: left them together. I entered my room, shut the door,
Speaker 1: and sat on my bed, wondering what on earth could
Speaker 1: have talked my mom into inviting Damon to our home.
Speaker 1: She explained things to me later, when we were alone
Speaker 1: eating dinner. I needed to see for myself who this
Speaker 1: Damon character is that you keep running away from. She said.
Speaker 1: You always made him seem like some sort of monster,
Speaker 1: but he is, Mom. I complained, Oh, hush, there, Charlie,
Speaker 1: he's nothing of the sort. He said. He enjoys teasing you,
Speaker 1: that's all. He's a very charming fellow, and quite knowledgeable too.
Speaker 1: He said, he knows how to fix things. Possibly I
Speaker 1: can get him to fix our washing machine this week
Speaker 1: and maybe pay him half the price. What do you think, han?
Speaker 1: My only response was to grumble under my breath. I
Speaker 1: didn't like the way things were going and wished I
Speaker 1: could have ended this nightmare once and for all. Surprisingly,
Speaker 1: Damon stopped terrorizing me after that day. I would come
Speaker 1: to school and leave, and not once did I glance
Speaker 1: over my shoulder to see him lurking. Even when I did,
Speaker 1: he was busy goofing off with his buddies or hassling
Speaker 1: some other unfortunate kid. I began walking to and from
Speaker 1: school without a fear in the world. It never occurred
Speaker 1: to me why until one day I returned early from
Speaker 1: school and entered through the back door. The washing machine
Speaker 1: was open, and there were various work tools and mechanical
Speaker 1: parts lying on the floor. Noise was coming from beyond
Speaker 1: the kitchen. It was coming from the living room, which
Speaker 1: the door. As quietly as my feet could carry me
Speaker 1: inch the door open and peep through. What I saw
Speaker 1: happening in the living room knocked the breath out of
Speaker 1: my lungs. Damon sat on the sofa wearing his undershirt
Speaker 1: and jeans, while Mom sat on his lap and was
Speaker 1: kissing him. She wore a silk bathroom robe, and it
Speaker 1: was obvious she was naked underneath. Damon ran his hands
Speaker 1: over Mom's backside, lifting up her robe to grab her.
Speaker 1: But I'm not going to lie. I have sneaked into
Speaker 1: Mom's bedroom to catch her drying herself while naked, but
Speaker 1: that was as far as I could go. Never have
Speaker 1: I seen her with a man before, so this was
Speaker 1: strange as it was my numbing. Mom jerked her but
Speaker 1: against Damon's crotch like a cat. She wrapped her arms
Speaker 1: around his shoulder while kissing him. Damon's large pair of
Speaker 1: hands caressed and squeezed Mom's but cheeks like they were
Speaker 1: her favorite plaything. He slid his hand between her cheeks,
Speaker 1: which got Mom to scorm actively. Come on, let's go
Speaker 1: into my room. Mom suggested, I've got something in there
Speaker 1: i'd like you to work on. She came off Damon
Speaker 1: and I quickly stepped away from the door. I was
Speaker 1: afraid that she would come looking in the kitchen and
Speaker 1: then see me, but she didn't. I listened as she
Speaker 1: and Damon passed the door and went down the corridor
Speaker 1: towards her bedroom. I heard her door open, but it
Speaker 1: didn't slam shut. I peered outside my door, finding the
Speaker 1: coast clear, eased out into the corridor and approached mom's bedroom.
Speaker 1: The door was ajar, the interior was dark except for
Speaker 1: sunlight streaming through the windows. I heard Mom laughing, including
Speaker 1: Damon's masculine, raw voice interspersed with ruffling noise. Then Mom's
Speaker 1: laughing stopped and was replaced by a yearning muan, the
Speaker 1: sort of moise one makes when you're standing under a
Speaker 1: shower and feel that warm blast of hot water hit you.
Speaker 1: I'd never heard Mom sound off like this before they
Speaker 1: were having sex. I didn't need to peep inside Mom's
Speaker 1: room to know what was happening. I stayed closer to
Speaker 1: the doorway while listening in on their activity. There was
Speaker 1: Mom gasping and whimpering, Damon grunting and slapping his body
Speaker 1: against my mom, and there was the groaning noise coming
Speaker 1: from the bed. I have watched enough porn movies and
Speaker 1: could picture what was happening inside. I drew closer enough
Speaker 1: to spy their converged shadows together across the room. Mom
Speaker 1: was moaning and whimpering louder. At some point she hollered
Speaker 1: Damon's name and even pleaded for him to fuck her harder.
Speaker 1: Oh God, I've never had it this good, Mom cried
Speaker 1: amid her moaning frenzy. Oh ah, you fuck me so
Speaker 1: damn good. I've never God, I've never been fucked so
Speaker 1: good like this before. She kept up her cries, while Damon,
Speaker 1: not uttering a word aside from grunting, heavily kept fucking
Speaker 1: my mom like he wanted to rip her in half.
Speaker 1: I didn't dare look in the room, but the banging noise,
Speaker 1: along with my mom's rising christ told me he was
Speaker 1: smashing her good. And there were the groaning bed springs too.
Speaker 1: Mom kept whimpering and hollering her head off, as if
Speaker 1: Damon was the best thing she could ever want. That
Speaker 1: wasn't the last time Damon fucked my mom. He became
Speaker 1: a regular fixture in our home. Sure he did get
Speaker 1: to help with fixing our washing machine, but he got
Speaker 1: more payment from being fed by Mom, after which she
Speaker 1: would then empty his balls in her bedroom. I did
Speaker 1: get to see them fuck for real. It was almost
Speaker 1: as if Mom stopped caring whether I was home or not.
Speaker 1: Twice I returned through the back door and found Damon
Speaker 1: railing into my mom in the living room. I was
Speaker 1: torn between disgust and fascination from watching them. One time,
Speaker 1: I lay on my bed working on an assignment, while
Speaker 1: beyond the corridor echoed Mom's blatant cries. Later, Damon knocked
Speaker 1: at my door and entered my room, dripping sweat down
Speaker 1: to his boxer shorts. He was guzzling a bottle of beer,
Speaker 1: gloating at me. What's up, Charles. You've got a damn
Speaker 1: hot mom in there, white boy, he chuckled, Quite the
Speaker 1: horny bitch she is. How come you ain't told me
Speaker 1: before that your mom was a freak. I stayed silent,
Speaker 1: watching him with expressionless eyes. No matter, he continued, I'm
Speaker 1: gonna bring my fellace over and we're gonna run a
Speaker 1: train on her. Stick around, and maybe you'll learn something.
Speaker 1: He laughed and shut the door and returned to mom's bedroom.
Speaker 1: I was clueless about his statement run a train. Days later, however,
Speaker 1: I learned what it meant when he came over with
Speaker 1: four buddies of his Mom wasn't surprised to see them arrive.
Speaker 1: She seemed to have been expecting them when she welcomed
Speaker 1: them inside. They talked and laughed, and Damon played music
Speaker 1: on our stereo system while his buddies took turns dancing
Speaker 1: with Mom. They retired to her bedroom later, and the thunderclaps, screams,
Speaker 1: and grunts I heard from behind her door was enough
Speaker 1: to keep me aroused for the remainder of the week. Yes,
Speaker 1: I became addicted to watching Mom getting nailed, pounded, and
Speaker 1: fucked by Damon Fleece and his host of friends. He
Speaker 1: eventually knocked up Mom and she agreed to keep the baby.
Speaker 1: Such was what I witnessed in my home. Such was
Speaker 1: how I grew up to become a sissy.