How I Lost My Mother Ch. 08

For the next several days, I openly ignored my mom. Giving her the cold shoulder whenever she tried talking to me. Hoping that by doing this, it'll tell her that I was upset and wanted her to break things off with Henri.

Instead, I got this....

"Paul, enough is enough!" mom stated at dinner a few days later, "Why are you acting like this?"

I ignored her question.

"Your mother is fucking talking to you, Paul!" Henri stated, "Don't ignore her!"

"Henri, I can handle this," mom said sternly.

"Well he's pissing me off for being a whiny little bitch about things," Henri stated.

"Don't talk about Paul that way," mom snapped at him.

I start to get up from the table.

"I'm going for a walk," I stated coldly.

"Right now? But it's dark out," mom stated, turning her attention back to me, "At least eat something."

"I lost my appetite," I stated.

"But you barely touched anything on your plate," mom said.

"Your point?" I snapped.

I start walking toward the front door. Mom gets up from the table and follows me. She then grabbed my arm as I tried to slip into my shoes.

"Talk to me," mom said softly, "Don't just shut me out like this. Not again. Tell me what's bothering you."

"Don't fucking touch me!" I snarled at her.

I then stormed out of the house and slammed the door shut behind me. I could picture mom standing there after I slammed the front door behind me, with tears in her eyes.

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The evening air felt cool against my face as I walked further from the house. How could mom do this to me? I felt hot tears running down my face. I angrily dash them away and sit down on a bench two streets over. What if I just ran away? Would mom even care?

I decided to take out my phone and call Aunt Emma. She's the only person who I trusted right now, and she also had to know about what happened after she left.

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"I'm sorry you have to go through this again, kiddo," Aunt Emma sighed, "but there's really nothing I could do about this. Your mother is a grown woman, and If she wants to screw up her life once again by fucking some nineteen year old kid, then all the power to her."

"It's like she doesn't care!" I sniffled, "It's always Henri this or Henri that. I stormed out of the house earlier, and she acted like she gave a shit about me."

I then sighed.

"You really shouldn't treat your mom like that, Paul." Aunt Emma stated, "You may think that she doesn't care about you, but she does. Would she have celebrated your eighteenth birthday if she didn't care? Would she have bought you all those nice things if she didn't love you? Provided for you? Made sure you had food on the table and a roof over your head? She loves you. You're just upset with her right now."

I know Aunt Emma had a point. Mom did care about me, even if I'm choosing not to see it.

I begin to hear faint conversation on her end. It sounded muffled. Was she at work at this hour?

"I'm sorry to cut our conversation short," Aunt Emma then said, "but something urgent up, and it's important. I'll call you again later."

I barely uttered the word goodbye before she promptly ended the call.

Well, I guess I'll make my way home now.

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When I returned home, mom was still sitting at the table. She turned her head when I closed the door behind me and took off my shoes.

"Ah, you're back," mom said as she stood up and walked toward me, "how was your walk?"

"I'm going to my room," I said dismissively, "I don't feel like seeing your face right now."

"What the hell is wrong with you?" mom stated as I walked past her. "Tell me what's bothering you! Why are you acting like this?"

She tried to grab my arm again, and I instantly rounded on her.

"WHAT'S THE POINT OF ASKING ME THIS HUH?" I snapped, "HENRI WON! THAT FUCKING ASSHOLE WON! HE'S DATING YOU NOW!"

Mom was too stunned to speak.

"Have you ever once asked me if I was okay with you dating him?" I stated, "Of course you didn't, because my fucking opinion doesn't matter to you."

She slaps my cheek hard enough to leave a faint handprint, then cradles my face in her hands.

"Why do you think I was trying to do?" mom asked softly, "But you've been ignoring me."

I was still reeling from the slap. Mom rarely used physical punishment when we had arguments. My cheek stung.

"Paul, I'm sorry for springing my relationship with Henri on you like that," mom stated, "but I seriously thought you'd be happy for me."

"Henri cares about me," mom continued, "he gives me affection and attention. When was the last time you did any of that? When was the last time you talked heart to heart with me? Told me I was beautiful when I didn't feel like it? Asked me how my day was? When was the last time you gave me a hug? Told me that you loved me?"

Tears began running down her face now. Great, she's using the sympathy card.

"Henri does all of that and more," mom stated, "while all you do is complain and complain about him."

I pushed mom away from me hard and stared at her angrily.

"I complain? I COMPLAIN?!" I shouted, "ALL I EVER TRIED TO FUCKING DO WAS GET YOU TO LISTEN TO ME! TO GET YOU ON MY SIDE! BUT YOUR HEAD IS SO FAR UP HENRI'S ASS TO EVEN CARE ABOUT ME!"

I shook my head.

"MAYBE I WAS FUCKING RIGHT ABOUT WANTING TO RUN AWAY," I continued, "BECAUSE APPARENTLY I AM JUST RUINING YOUR LIFE WITH HIM. I'M THE BAD GUY FOR TRYING TO MAKE MY MOM SEE REASON."

"Oh don't be ridiculous Paul!" mom stated.

"Well wish fucking granted," I stated ignoring her comment, "you want me gone? Fine... you'll never see me again. I'm done trying to persuade you to see the light. I'm done trying to make you see reason. You only seem to care about his needs, well he can fucking keep you. Both Adam and Henri can tag team your ass for all I care."

"You're nothing but a fucking whore!" I shouted as I stormed off to my room.

I could hear her calling after me as I slammed my door in her face. Telling me that she'll end things with Henri if I was truly against her dating him.

I ignored her, of course, and packed my laptop and my ps5 in my suitcase.

I then hid in the crawlspace under my closet. If mom truly meant what she said, then I'm going to test her. Of course I left my phone on my nightstand, because who in their right mind would take it with them?

Hopefully, my plan works.

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The next morning, mom knocked on my bedroom door and asked to talk to me. When I didn't answer, she apologized for her actions. Telling me what a horrible mother she was to me. How she should've listened to me instead of always jumping to assumptions and taking Henri's side.

She then said that she meant what she said, and she planned on breaking off their relationship for my sake.

A few hours later, I could hear raised voices coming from the living room as mom had apparently kept her word. Henri didn't like that and told her that I was playing her for the fool. He then conceded and told her that he'll give her space. Mom appreciated that, and he promptly left.

Mom came back to my bedroom door and told me that she kept her word. She and Henri broke up. She then said she'll try to make things right and take my feelings into consideration from now on.

She then told me that she loved me and went to work.

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The following morning, mom again knocked on my bedroom door and told me that I should get ready for school. When I didn't say anything, she raised her voice and told me to get my ass out of bed. When I still didn't answer, she tried calling me. I could hear her ringtone on my phone going off.

Once all that failed, she then entered my room. I could hear her calling my name and telling me that this isn't funny. When I decided respond back to her again, she began crying. Telling herself that she didn't really think I'd actually run away from home.

I then heard her on her phone calling someone. I assumed that it was the police. But instead it was Aunt Emma. Mom cried into the phone telling her that I ran away and she doesn't know what to do.

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It's been a few days, and mom hasn't left my bedroom. She has been crying into my pillow as Aunt Emma tries to soothe her. Telling mom that everything would be okay and that I'd return home once I made my point. But mom wouldn't hear it, she blamed herself. Telling Aunt Emma that she was a bad mother for not taking my feelings seriously, and this was her punishment.

Aunt Emma then sighed and told mom that she'll keep searching the area.

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Later that night, maybe around elevenish? My bedroom window opened, and I heard someone climbing inside. Mom was sound asleep on my bed. I wanted to see who it was, but the noise from the crawlspace door would alert whoever was in my room with her.

Mom suddenly gasps and sits up in my bed as the person touches her.

It was Henri.

Through mom's raised voice, she told him to leave. That she didn't want to see him anymore.

He told her that he's just there to comfort her in her loneliness. Mom scoffed and stated that she was not having sex with him. Because sex was the furthest thing in her mind right now.

Henri began pandering her. Sweet talking mom into allowing him to make her feel better for just a little while. Mom said no, but it came out muffled as Henri started kissing her.

I soon heard the sound of them both falling backward onto my bed and the sounds of clothes being discarded. He then whispered something to her. Mom said something back before they continued kissing.

A short while later, I began to hear the sounds of them having sex on my bed. The boxspring steadily creaking under them as Henri thrusted his cock inside her. Their moans grew louder, as time ticked on. Both competing in volume as their mutual orgasm reached it's climax and they both came together.

Afterward, he promptly left my room via the window. Mom cried and refused to go back to sleep.

I seriously fucking hate what he's doing to her.

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When mom went to work the following morning, I snuck out of my hiding place and just as I previously did, emptied my bladder of it's contents in the toilet, then grabbed a few snacks from the cupboard. I then returned to the crew in my closet.

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On the third week of me being "gone," I decided that her punishment had gone on long enough and exited the crawlspace with my suitcase when mom was taking her nightly shower in the main bathroom. Of course she had the bathroom door wide open, so I got a glimpse of her naked body in the steamy glass of the shower door. I shook my head free of those thoughts and went to the entry way.

I then opened and closed the front door loudly behind me. Just to let her know someone came in. A few seconds later, I heard the shower turn off and then saw her peek her head from the bathroom doorway.

She blinked a few times, as if making sure I was really there, before running at me in just a towel. Pulling me into a tight hug and crying as she held me. Mom then smacks my face hard. I deserved it.

"Don't you EVER do something like this to me again!" she scolded, "Do I make myself clear?"

I nodded my head.

"Answer me, damnit!" mom stated.

"I understand," I said.

She then hugs me tighter for a few seconds longer, before promptly releasing me. Mom then told me how sorry she was for what happened and that she promised that things would be different now.

I apologized to mom as well. Telling her that while I respected her decision in wanting to date Henri, I was still against it. She appreciated my apology and that was that.

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Aunt Emma gave me an earful when she came over to check on mom. Telling me never to do something so stupid and that I had her and mom worried sick about me.

I told her I was sorry, and then stated that I stood by my decision in why I ran away from home.

Aunt Emma sighed, ruffled my hair, and told me that running away never solves any problem. If I was upset about mom's relationship with Henri, I should've just tried talking to her about it.

"Communication is key in any relationship, Paul." Aunt Emma stated, "Remember that."

"I will," I stated.

"You better," Aunt Emma stated, "because the next time this happens, I'll personally strap an ankle monitor on your sorry ass."

"I think you should," mom said, "that way, we could keep track of him at all times."

"You're not seriously suggesting that... are you?" I asked.

"Try me," Aunt Emma stated.

Her cell phone then rang in her pocket.

"Shit... thought I had more time before they called," Aunt Emma stated.

She hugs and kisses me. Then Aunt Emma turns to leave the house. I watched from the kitchen window as she got into her car and drove off down the street.

"You know she was just kidding, right?" mom asked as she placed a bowl oatmeal before me, "Your aunt would never do something like that to you."

"I wished she stayed longer," I said as I took a bite.

"She was here because she was worried about you," mom stated as she sat next to me, "now eat up before it gets cold."

She slowly drank her coffee as I ate my oatmeal. It would've been a perfect morning if Henri hadn't decided to come over. Acting like he owns the place.

"Ah, so I see you came back," Henri stated, "you had your mother worried about you."

I ignored him.

"What brings you over?" mom asked, changing the conversation, "Shouldn't you be at work?"

"Dad gave me the day off," Henri stated, "so I decided to take you on a date tonight. Just you and me."

"Henri... I just got my son back," mom stated, "I'm not really comfortable with leaving Paul alone anytime soon. So no. I'm not going on a date with you."

"Then he can come with us," Henri stated. "Problem solved."

"That's HIS decision to make!" mom stated, "Not yours. Now go home!"

Henri sighs and turns to leave.

"Mom, are you sure about that?" I asked as Henri left our house.

"Our relationship is more important than what I had with Henri, Paul." mom stated, "I'm sorry for not realizing that sooner. I guess your aunt was right after all, I really do fall for guys like him too easily."

"But... you-" I started to say.

"Paul, I'm fine." mom stated, "Plus, I really don't want to see him right now."

"If you say so," I said.

Why was I acting like this? I should feel fucking ecstatic right now. Mom was choosing me over her boytoy fuckboy.

Her cell phone suddenly goes off.

"Must be work," mom sighed, "guess I better get changed."

She then answered her phone and began walking toward her bedroom. Her big heart-shaped ass swaying with every step. I gulped hard.

Maybe with Henri out of the picture, I could stand a chance at having a normal mother-son relationship with her. Just like we used to.

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Mom came out of her bedroom a few minutes later. She was wearing her dentist scrubs, and her hair was tied into a proper bun.

"I hate to leave you alone," mom explained, "but the office is unusually packed today. So I probably won't be home until late."

"It's fine, mom," I said as I finished my breakfast, "You need the hours."

"True..." mom sighed, "but I'm more worried about leaving you alone. Will you honestly be okay?"

"I'll be fine," I repeated, "really."

She squeezes my hand affectionately.

"Okay," mom then said, "I trust you."

She kisses my cheek and ruffles my hair. Something mom hasn't done in forever, it seems.

"I promise you that everything will be different this time," mom stated, "I know I keep repeating that, but I swear it WILL be different now. Because our relationship is more important than me having a boyfriend."

For some reason, that made me smile. Mom really is keeping her word. She turns to leave.

"I'll be back later tonight, okay?" she said as she closed the front door behind her.

I waved goodbye from the living room window. Watching her pull out of our driveway and drive off down the street.

I decided that it was high time to rearrange my room and maybe do some of my laundry.

Once I was done, I passed by mom's open bedroom door and peered inside. Images of mom fucking Henri flashed through my mind. Of him pounding her hard on the mattress, the sounds of her bed creaking and groaning, along with the headboard smacking steadily against the bedroom wall.

I felt myself getting hard. Why was this arousing me? Did I like hearing her having sex with him?

Although, I did have to admit that some of their sexual encounters were pretty hot. I can't deny that. But it still sickens me to no end.

I then sighed and closed her bedroom door. No more. I'm not going down that road anymore. Mom ended her relationship with Henri.

And it's not like I don't want her to date. Quite the opposite, I want mom to date. But just with guys closer to her age and not someone around my age.

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It was now a quarter to eight, and mom hasn't returned home yet. I tried calling her, but it would immediately go straight to voicemail. I tried messaging her, but it was just left on read.

I sighed.

Suddenly, my phone vibrated, and I instantly picked it up.

"I'm on my way back now," the message from mom read, "just had to finish a lot of paperwork."

"Okay, see you soon," I replied.

"See you soon." mom replied back.

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Mom came through the front door a few minutes later. She looked worn out and exhausted. It must be tough being a dentist. Especially a well-respected one.

"How was work?" I asked as mom collapsed onto the couch.

"What's this now?" mom asked, turning her head to look at me, "Are you actually asking about how my day went?"

"I won't ask otherwise," I said in a playful, sarcastic tone.

"Well, I appreciate it," mom said, "work was tiring today."

I had her a glass of water.

"Thank you, sweetie," she then said.

I watched her down the glass in two seconds.

"Oh boy... I really needed that," mom said as she handed me back the empty glass.

I start walking toward the kitchen.

"Did you eat dinner yet?" mom asked as I rounded the counter.

"Not really," I said, "why do you ask?"

"Just curious is all," mom stated, "I didn't eat anything since this morning. So I'm running on fumes here."

"Want to order some takeout?" I asked, "I'm pretty sure there are a few places still open."

"Well, what sounds good to you?" mom asked.

"Burgers," I stated.

"That does sound good," mom said, "we haven't had burgers in a while."

She stands up and grabs her car keys.

"Come on then," mom said, "we'll order through the drive-thru menu.

I followed behind her as we left the house and got into her car. For some reason, mom lingered on the driveway for a bit.

"Uh mom, aren't we going to get burgers?" I asked from the backseat.

"Yeah, we are," mom stated, "I'm just making sure we got everything."

Finally, after what seemed like minutes, mom backed out of our driveway and started to drive down the street. As we drive past Henri's house, his truck wasn't even in the driveway. Was mom really hoping he was home?

"I think you should find someone closer to your age, mom," I stated.

"Paul, I'm fine. Really," mom stated.

Yet... I'm pretty sure she was still thinking about Henri and wanted him to tag along. Possibly ending with them having sex on her bed later that night. With me shamefully jerking off to the sounds they made.

I felt myself getting hard. Great! Now I have a fucking erection. Why does my mind go to such perverted things? Mom broke things off with him, and yet I'm still fucking fantasizing about it.

I noticed that we past the street that would have taken us to the burger joint.

"Uh mom?" I stated, "You missed the turn."

"Change of plans," mom stated, "we're going to dine at that German restaurant. I just remembered that they make really good burgers there too."

I said nothing as mom continued driving down the street. She then turned on the radio and the song in particular was about trying new things.

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When we arrived at the restaurant, mom was the first to notice that Henri's truck was in the parking lot. Her mood instantly changed, and she practically bolted inside before I had a chance to climb out of the backseat.

I seriously fucking hate Henri.

I spotted mom talking to two people at a table. One was of course Henri. The other person was an older man. I'm guessing that he was Henri's father.

Mom ushered me over to their table.

Henri's dad gave me a scrutinizing look.

"Paul, this this Henri's dad," mom explained as she sat next to Henri, "he owns Schmidt Deli Meats and supplies this restaurant with their cut choices."

I saw Henri place an arm around her shoulders possessively. Mom nervously pushes his arm off her shoulders.

Henri's dad gripped my hand in a firm handshake.

"My son has told me a lot about you," Henri's dad said, "you can call me Curtis or Mr. Schmidt."

I gulped hard and said nothing. I sat across from mom.

"So what brings you two here?" Mr. Schmidt asked as he turned his attention back to mom.

"Oh, well, we decided on going out to eat tonight." mom explained, "Paul wanted burgers, and I remembered this restaurant makes the BEST burgers.

"Funny, because I remember asking you earlier today, and you said no," Henri stated as he locked eyes with mom.

Mom turned her head to look at him.

"Well, you suddenly sprang that on me," mom stated, "and I didn't feel like going on a date after just getting my son back."

"What's this about?" Mr. Schmidt asked, "What do you mean by just getting your boy back? Was he gone somewhere?"

"Paul... ran away from home," mom stated.

"Ran away?" Mr. Schmidt looked at me, "Why the hell would you do that?"

"He-" Henri started to say.

"Zip it, boy!" Mr. Schmidt stated sternly to him, "I want to hear his reasoning, not yours!"

"I..." I started to say.

"Didn't your mom ever teach you that running away solves nothing?" Mr. Schmidt stated, "If you are upset by something, say something! You got that?"

He placed his hand on my shoulder.

"You get me?" he said.

"Y-Yeah," I said nervously.

"Good," he then said.

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A waitress came over a short while later and asked what mom and I wanted to order. I ordered a plain cheeseburger. Mom ordered the house special (which was sauerkraut, sausage, sirloin steak and potatoes."

"So my son wasn't shitting me," Mr. Schmidt said, "You really do enjoy German cuisine."

"Not at first Curtis," mom stated, "but I grew to like it."

Henri smirked mischievously at his dad, when mom said that. Mr. Schmidt said something in German before sighing.

"Does your son work?" Mr. Schmidt asked turning his attention back to me.

"He... doesn't," mom stated.

"Why not?" Mr. Schmidt asked

"Because I'm planning on getting a full scholarship to a good college," I stated, "that's why Mr. Schmidt."

"Oh, you don't need college, boy!" Mr. Schmidt stated as he clapped me hard on the back, "Real men work for a living. Why don't you try working at the deli part-time? I'll pay you good for the work you'd do."

I glanced at mom, who just passively shrugged her shoulders at me.

"Just think about it," Mr. Schmidt continued, "I'll pay you fifty bucks a week to just clean the floors and take out the trash. Then once you get accustomed to the job, I'll increase it to sixty bucks a week."

"But I-" I began to say.

"It's a good offer, Paul," mom stated, "you should really think about having a plan B just in case you don't get the scholarship."

"We'll do a trial run next week," Mr. Schmidt stated, "and if you still don't like the work, then I'll drop the issue."

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"UH! YES, HENRI! FUCK ME! UGH! YOU FUCK ME SO GOOD!" mom cried out later that night

"Yeah you like that don't you bitch?" Henri grunted, "You like the feeling of my thick cock inside you? God your pussy really is the best!"

"YES! I CAN FEEL YOUR COCK STARTING TO THROB!" mom moaned, "I MISSED YOUR COCK! FUCK ME MORE! FUCK ME DEEPER BABY!"

I lay awake in bed jerking off to them having sex. Apparently Henri had snuck over after we went to bed. I woke up to her headboard smacking against her bedroom wall, and her bed creaking steadily under their combined movements.

"Fuck yeah mama schlamp!" Henri stated, "You belong to me!"

"YES I BELONG ONLY TO YOU BABY!" mom cried out, "GIVE ME A GroƁer Schwans Crèam double! Cum inside your Schlamp's hot pussy!"

Their tempo soon built up in pitch. I came a short while before they did. Both panting heavily and kissing each other. Mom said something quietly to him, before giggling at something he said back. Was this what they called pillow talk?

I soon felt groggy and fell asleep just as they began round two. Mom's moaning becoming a soft lullaby.

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"Paul, time to get up, sweetie!" mom called from outside my bedroom door.

She knocked a few more times on my door.

"I'm up!" I called out groggily, "Gimme a few minutes, okay?"

"Your breakfast is going to get cold if you don't hurry up," mom stated as she walked toward the dining room.

I groaned and sat up in bed. Then I stood up and changed. After I threw on a pair of jeans and a grey t-shirt, I exited my room and glanced down the hallway toward mom's bedroom door. I gulped hard as I walked toward her bedroom door and peered inside.

Of course, Henri was zonked out on mom's bed. The sheets barely covering his lean muscular body as he slept naked on her bed. Snoring loudly.

I shook my head and stormed my way toward the front door.

"Ain't you going to at least eat your breakfast?" mom asked, "I made your favorite."

"I'm not hungry," I stated

She probably sensed that I was upset and walked over to me. Placing her hand on my shoulder. This time, I didn't push it away.

"Talk to me," mom said softly, "For God's sake, don't close me out like this. Tell me what's bothering you."

I sighed.

"Why are you still seeing Henri?" I asked, "I told you that I didn't like you being with him."

Mom sighed in turn.

"Look, I understand that you don't like him, Paul." mom stated, "But Henri's honestly a good guy."

I threw up my hands and turned to walk out the front door.

"Good guy, my ass!" I snarled through clenched teeth.

I want mom to be happy, I really do. But I would prefer her dating someone around her age.

I'm tired of him demanding her attention away from me. Just like with Adam, mom doesn't see what a horrible asshole he is. She even fucking lied to me! Promising me that THIS time things would be different.

I took out my phone and dialed Aunt Emma's number. Maybe I should just live with her.

"Are you Paul Johnes?" asked a female voice I recognized from behind me.

I start to turn around and was instantly punched hard in my side. My phone goes flying out of my hand and lands on the street. A car then ran it over. Breaking the screen and basically destroying my phone.

"The hell is wrong with you, lady?" I asked, "Why would you..."

That's when I recognized my assailant as Helga, Henri's close family friend. She picked me up by my shirt collar.

"That was for messing with Henri!" Helga snarled, "STAY THE FUCK OUT OF HIS BUSINESS, YOU LITTLE SHIT!

She then proceeded to throttle me hard. I tasted blood in my mouth. She then slams me to the ground and knelt over me. Hitting my face again and again and again. I started to lose consciousness. Just then very faintly, I saw someone tackle her off me and pining her to the sidewalk.

"Jesus christ! Call an fucking ambulance!" the person shouted, "Quick!"

I then lost consciousness.

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When I opened my eyes again, mom was fast asleep while holding my hand on the hospital bed. I blinked a few times, my head hurt badly.

"Mom?" I called out weakly.

At once she opened her eyes and flung herself at me. Raining kisses on my cheek and forehead. Asking me if I was okay and overall basically just smothering me.

"Mom I can't breath!" I said weakly.

"I'm so sorry!" mom stated letting me go

"Why am I in the hospital?" I asked.

"You were in a coma-" mom started to say.

Just then, Aunt Emma walked into the room.

"Don't tell him anything just yet," Aunt Emma stated.

Mom looked at her.

"Can I have a word outside?" Aunt Emma asked.

Mom sighs and followed Aunt Emma out into the hallway.

I couldn't make out what they were saying, but it sounded bad. Mom periodically looked at me.

After about five minutes, they both came back in.

"I'm not doing that to him!" mom stated.

"Just THINK about it!" Aunt Emma retorted.

"What's going on?" I asked.

Aunt Emma glanced at mom, who sighed.

"Fine, I can take a hint!" mom said, "I'll run down to the vending machines and get something to drink."

"Mom?" I called out.

"Don't worry about her," Aunt Emma stated.

I looked at Aunt Emma, as she sat in mom's spot.

"I'm confused," I said.

"What do you remember?" Aunt Emma asked.

I told her that I remember going for a walk because I wanted to get out of the house. I was upset at mom, because she was still seeing Henri. I was about to call her to ask if I could stay at her house for awhile.

"What happened afterward?" Aunt Emma asked.

I told her that just as I dialed her number, I heard a voice from behind and started to turn around. I then felt a sharp blow to my side and watched my phone get run over by a car.

"Okay, now I'm going to ask you to describe your attacker as best you could." Aunt Emma stated.

I saw her take out a sketch book from her bag, and waited patiently for me to begin talking.

I told her that it was Helga, Henri's close family friend. I then went on to describe her. Aunt Emma listened intently as I did.

"Anything else you can remember?" Aunt Emma asked.

"I'm back," mom stated as she walked through the hospital door carrying three bottles of soda.

"She said "this was for Henri," I stated, "because I didn't stay the fuck out of his business."

I glanced at mom, who accidentally dropped the bottles onto the floor. She nervously picked them back up.

"Are you sure that's what she said?" Aunt Emma asked.

I nodded my head.

"Okay, that's all I needed to know," Aunt Emma stated.

She gets up to leave, and lightly ruffles my hair.

"See you soon kiddo," Aunt Emma stated.

She then turns to leave and gives mom a cold glance as she passes her.

Once Aunt Emma left, mom sighed and sat down on the same chair.

"You okay sweetheart?" mom asked.

I nodded my head.

"Is one of those for me?" I asked pointing to one of the bottles.

"Of course silly," mom stated as she hands me a bottle.

"Though you might want to wait before drinking it," mom continued, "you've been in a coma for about a month."

I stared at her wide-eyed.

"What do you mean?" I asked, "It literally happened this morning."

"No, Paul," mom stated shaking her head sadly, "that was a month ago."

She then took a deep breath before continuing.

"When that... bitch, Helga, attacked you," mom continued, "she was in the process of bashing your head against the sidewalk. It was a miracle that someone was there to pull her off you. Otherwise, she would've killed you."

"Well that explains the headache," I said, "but that really was a month ago?"

Mom again nodded her head.

"There's.... also something else too," mom said, "but we can talk about that later."

Talk about what!

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It's been a few weeks since mom told me about her pregnancy. My life went on like normal, except it WASN'T normal.

I still can't believe that mom was now pregnant with Henri's child. Surely when they were having sex, she made Henri use a condom. Right?

Well obviously not. Because otherwise mom wouldn't have told me.

A sharp throb pierces my skull. I wince in pain.

"You okay sweetie?" mom asked as she placed her hand on my shoulder.

She was trying to comfort me.

"Why don't you sit down and I'll bring you a glass of water?" mom suggested as she lead me to the couch.

I instantly sat down. The pain was subsiding a bit. She then gently ruffles my hair and smiles at me, before turning around to walk toward the kitchen. Her shapely big heart-shaped ass swaying with every step.

I gulp hard. Just once, I'd like to feel what it's like to be inside her pussy. But my own meager sized erection reminded me that I would never be able to satisfy her.

Mom came back a few minutes later holding a glass of water in her hand. She then hands me the glass and for the briefest of seconds, our fingers brushed against each other.

"Here you go baby," mom stated, "I hope this helps."

She then kisses my forehead. Oh, how I longed to feel her soft lips against mine. Another sharp pain rips through my skull.

Just then, Henri comes walking through the front door. Mom gets up to greet him. She then leans in to give him a brief, but passionate kiss. Everything I see that, it feels like a knife running straight through my heart.

"Hey gorgeous," Henri stated afterward, "I was thinking we go out tonight."

I fucking hated hearing the pet names he constantly gave her.

I seriously thought mom would break up with him after what Helga did to me, but I guess not. Because apparently Henri denied ever saying anything to Helga, and stated that she was just a jealous woman who knew she could never have him.

"Why don't the three of us go out tonight?" mom suggested, "We can watch that new movie that's showing tonight at the drive-in theater? Then we could grab some dinner at the Mexican restaurant across the street."

She turns to look at me.

"That sound good to you Paul?" mom then asked, "the movie I had in mind was this new horror comedy. But if you don't feel like going..."

No, I don't want to leave her alone with him.

"Y-Yeah that sounds good to me," I said.

Henri stared daggers at me, but I didn't care. I'll make sure he gets cock blocked th entire night.

"Then it's settled," mom stated, "we'll leave at 6pm."

I hope nothing happens tonight. But I know something will.

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That night, mom wore a skirt and blouse combo with black tights underneath. Her long dark hair was tied into a long ponytail and she had on a light layer of makeup. Of course like usual, she was also wearing that necklace Henri gave her.

"So how do I look?" mom asked shyly.

"You look great mom," I said honestly.

She really did. Like I said before, mom looked great in anything she wore. Hell she probably could wear nothing but a apron, and still look sexy while wearing it.

"I just can't wait to get you out of those," Henri stated very bluntly, "and bouncing on my lap in your bedroom."

Mom's face turned red.

"Henri! Not in front of Paul!" mom stated.

"What's the harm?" Henri asked, "He already knows we fuck every night."

He was right though. Although mom does try to keep the volume down due to my constant sharp migraines. They still practically fuck like rabbits every single night.

Mom grabs her car keys and headed out the front door.

We all then got inside mom's car, with me in the backseat, mom in the passenger seat and Henri in the driver's seat. Because he INSISTED that mom allow him to drive her car. My head was hurting really bad, so I decided to just lay down on the backseat. Mom turned her head to look back at me.

"You okay sweetie?" she asked.

"Not really," I answered honestly, "my head really hurts."

"You don't have to go if you don't want to," mom stated.

"I'll be okay mom," I said, "just let me rest my head a little."

"Sure," mom said, "I'll wake you when we get there."

I quickly closed my eyes and felt mom laying something on me. Whatever it was, it was covered in herher scent, and it was intoxicating.

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"Henri... not now!" came mom's voice.

I stirred into consciousness, and slowly opened my eyes. Where were we?

"He's still sound asleep," Henri stated, "plus we haven't had sex in a few weeks!"

I imagined that he had his hand on her thigh right now. Rubbing it up and down slowly. Inching his fingers toward her crotch.

"Stop it!" mom said, "I told you. Not now!"

"Look he's still asleep," Henri stated, "we'll stop if he wakes up."

Kissing sounds.

"We both want this," Henri stated.

More kissing sounds, followed by mom's quiet whimpering as Henri probably had his hand inside her skirt. Rubbing her clit through her panties.

"Henri, please baby! Not now!" mom stated while breathing hard, "Please!"

I soon heard the sound of a zipper being pulled down quietly and mom gasping.

"Are you out of your fucking mind?" mom asked in a urgent whisper, "I'm not sucking your dick."

"Lilian, it won't go down unless it gets satisfied," Henri stated, "you know this as well as I do. Why not have a bit of naughty fun?"

"We are supposed to be at the drive-in right now," mom countered, "watching a movie...."

Her voice trails off.

I opened my eyes slowly and saw mom's delicate hand working up and down his thick 9inch cock slowly. Suddenly her hand movements stop.

"Are you sure that he is still asleep?" mom asked.

"Paul? Paul!" Henri stated in his normal voice, "See? Still fast asleep. Now come here."

I heard scooting sounds as mom situated herself on his lap facing him.

"If he wakes up..." mom said, "this is so not cool."

"Let me get more comfortable," Henri stated.

I soon felt the driver's seat being pushed backwards and hitting my kneecaps. Followed by the sounds of clothes being discarded and wet passionate kissing.

"Admit it," Henri stated a few minutes later, "you were begging for my load this past few weeks, haven't you?"

"Yes," mom said automatically, "but I honestly had other things on my mind."

Mom lets out a gasp as Henri's cock slide inside her pussy.

"Nothing beats the real thing..." mom breathed out.

"Yeah fucking ride me bitch," Henri stated, "work that big ass of yours!"

I slowly turned my head and opened my eyes. Mom had her blouse removed and her skirt bunched up around her waist.

"Fuck, your pussy really is something else Lilian," Henri grunted, "I can't get enough of it."

"Yes! Yes! Fuck me! Fuck me! Uh! Fuck me deep!" mom moaned quietly.

I felt myself getting hard and snaked my hand toward my crotch. Being stealthy as can be. Because even though Henri and mom were having sex right in front of me, they both were on high alert.

Once I got to my zipper, I worked it down slowly and felt my erection poking through.

This is wrong! I shouldn't be doing this. It's depraved. But the panting and moaning they're both doing, wasn't really helping me.

Mom's moans picked up in volume. It was obvious she was going to cum first.

"That's right mama schlamp," grunted Henri, "cum for me! Cum on my big cock."

Mom suddenly stopped moving.

"Uh! I'm cumming! I'm cumming on your dick!" mom cried out.

"Yeah I can feel it too!" Henri stated, "Your pussy is squeezing a load out of me as well!"

Henri then grunted as he apparently shot a load inside mom's spasming pussy. Both then collapsed against each other. Panting hard and sighing contently.

"That sure hit the spot," Henri stated.

"You said it," mom agreed, "I honestly missed your fat cock inside me."

"Then why have you been refusing me?" Henri asked.

"I was going to wait for a bit longer before saying this," mom stated.

"Say what?" Henri asked.

"There's no way to go about this," mom said, "Henri... I'm pregnant."

Pregnant? Mom's pregnant?

"Does Paul know yet?" Henri asked.

"I thought the father should know first," mom stated, "I'll tell Paul later."

"Wait til dad hears about this," Henri stated, "he was always saying us Schmidt boys have strong swimmers."

"Well he's going to be called something else too," mom stated.

They both kissed again.

"I want to shoot off another round in you my sexy vixen," Henri stated, "but it's too cramped in here."

"You can wait until we get back home love," mom said, "then you can have me as much as you want."

"Spoken like a true slut," Henri chuckled.

"Only for you baby," mom stated, "Only for you."