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Chapter 6 by depravedDays depravedDays

Fucking hell. Does your mother manage to knock the cocky Sam down a notch or two?

Like hell I’m just gonna stand there and find out.

“Mom!” I exclaimed as I made my presence known by stepping into my parents’ bedroom.

My mother gasped. She quickly dropped Sam’s cock and stood up. “D-Dan? What are you doing home?!” She asked as she crossed her arms guiltily.

“What do you mean, what am I… Forget that! What are you doing with Sam?!” I barked back.

Mom looked very nervous. “I… ummm… I can explain, honey,” she said.

I turned to glare at Sam who was looking at me like I had broken some unspoken bro-code. “Get the fuck out of my house, Sam, or I’m calling my dad!”

Sam set his jaw. He looked like he was gonna come over and pummel me. The dude was bigger than me, so I have no doubt he could do some damage. Luckily, my mom reached out to touch Sam on the arm. “Just go, please. I’ll handle this,” she said.

Sam snorted and turned away to start picking up his clothes before exiting the bedroom.

I turned back to my mother and crossed my arms, putting on a hurt face. “Well?” I said.

My beautiful mother looked at me guiltily for a moment before letting out a remorseful sigh. “I fucked up,” she said, casting her eyes downwards. “I only planned to tease the boys a little and things got out of hand.”

“Got out of hand?!” I replied? “That’s your excuse?”

“Yes,” mum replied curtly, “My curiosity got the better of me. I’ve been hearing such strange things around the neighborhood, so….”

I glared at mum for a long moment and then sighed. “ Please don’t ever do that again, mom.”

Mum nodded, looking suitably embarrassed with herself.

“Mom?” I asked, “Are you okay?”

Mum sighed and nodded. “Yes Dan. I’m just confused. I can’t believe I did that.”

“I understand, mom. Don’t worry. I’ll make sure those guys never bother you again.”

“Oh, you don’t have to do that honey,” Mom said, “They are your friends. I never want to come between you boys.”

“Some friends they turned out to be,” I said, “I’m going to have a word with those punks. I’ll be back later, mom.”

I exited her room and went downstairs. It appears Sam and the boys had left. I rushed out the front door, hoping to catch them down the street from my house, but they were no where in sight. I decided to take it up with them the next day at school.

However, that very night, Sam texted me…

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