not for any longer

After that morning, the days became heavier for Will. His mother now rubbed her pussy against his boxers every morning or masturbated on top of him. During the day, she also masturbated all over the house or peed on herself. Once, she even interrupted him while he was taking a shower to pleasure herself in front of him. He couldn't stand that hell anymore. Every night before going to sleep, he thought about what he had done to deserve that.

His hatred only grew with each passing day with his mother; he couldn't take it anymore. Until he remembered he was of age, so he figured, why not leave that hell?

One afternoon, Gina was in the living room, while Will was in his room, he was packing several of his things in a backpack, preparing for his departure, from his room he could hear his mother's moans, this was the seventh time he masturbated that day, almost accustomed to the sound, he could only relieve himself by thinking that today would be the last day.

A light knock sounded at the front door. Gina turned her head and, moaning, asked Will to go answer the door, not caring about the compromising position she was in. Will excitedly left his room and opened the door.

A large man emerged from the doorway. He was about 1.95 centimeters tall, with a muscular build, but not too much. His hair was long and spiky, and disheveled. He was wearing black clothing, a short-legged shirt, long pants, and sneakers. Despite his appearance, this man was 25 years old.

Will smiled, and the man smiled back, making it clear they already knew each other and trusted each other. They quickly shook hands in greeting. Seeing the man, Gina's excitement accelerated, causing her to orgasm. A jet of liquids stained the floor. Regardless of her nudity or the mess she'd just made in front of a stranger, she stood up with a smile to greet him.

Will couldn't help but frown at this action, one eyebrow raised higher than the other, his jaw jutting out in a pout. The guest smiled with some discomfort at what he'd just seen. Gina, with that smile that was somewhere between lust and amused, extended the hand she'd been masturbating with in greeting.

"Nice to meet you. I'm Gina, my dear Will's mother." She spoke happily, but with a hint of longing for the man, who reluctantly accepted the handshake.

"Nice to meet you... Gina, I'm Will's friend." He managed to say, feigning kindness as he wiped his hand on his pants.

"I'm here to pick up your son. He and I are going to be living in an apartment." She said serenely, accompanied by a smile as she grabbed Will's shoulder. Will smiled.

"I'm sorry, Mom, but it's time I got out of this house so I can be a man," Will said with a smile, finally happy to have an escape from that nightmare.

Gina opened her eyes in surprise; she hadn't expected that, and she was saddened by the news that she would be alone, without her beloved son. Her gaze lowered, somewhat saddened, but wanting to be a better mother, she tried to hide her sadness.

"Fine, Will." I managed to say sadly, but Will didn't care in the slightest.

His friend simply smiled at him with his hand still on his shoulder before Will went to his room to get his things to leave. The man looked at Gina, he could see her sadness, but he simply approached calmly.

"Don't be sad, you can still do your thing in front of other people. I know plenty of men who would be happy with you." He spoke, trying to cheer her up, but when he saw Will leaving with his backpack, he looked up and without hesitation, he went with him.

Gina followed them slowly and stood in the doorway taking one last look at her son.

"Thanks Ezequiel, you don't know how horrible it was to be in this house." Will said gratefully as he climbed onto the back of a motorcycle.

"I'd do anything for you, Bro." Ezequiel spoke calmly as he put on his helmet and started his motorcycle.

That was the last thing Gina saw before both boys left that place.