Affirmation

It was just one syllable, but it was powerful. If Corey had heard almost any other word he would have jumped to his feet instead of just sitting up on his bed. The word had the power to keep him still, while the way it was said sent a ripple of heat through his entire being.

"Yes!" his mother yelled.

Evelyn's voice was a cry of passion and frustration that wasn't completely foreign to Corey. He had heard it from women in porn of course, but that could always be acting. He had also sometimes heard it, in a more subdued tone, when his mother and stepfather were making love. He had guessed they had the mistaken belief the walls were thicker than they were. Subdued whispers and giggles, also gave him the impression they were at least trying to keep quiet. She didn't have that concern now, or perhaps she was unable to remain quiet.

"Yes!" the beautiful redhead screamed again.

Corey felt an instant hardness throbbing in his boxer briefs, the excitement of his time with Ashley didn't help, nor did it help that after school was when he almost always looked at porn and touched himself.

The familiar yet unfamiliar voice of the enraptured landlord rang out next.

"I can always tell!—" he grunted. "—a born slut when I see one!"

The old bastard's sentence was broken up by three loud slaps of wet flesh on flesh. Corey didn't need to see what was happening to know what was going on. The teen could easily imagine his mother on her back, legs up, with the sweaty bastard slamming into her.

Corey's confused and whiplashed mind suddenly wondered if Evelyn was trimmed, shaved or if she let her natural red hair grow as it pleased.

"They better be wearing a condom…" he thought to himself, as his mind dissociated from the strange and previously unimaginable experience. He felt his heart racing as he imagined her supple breasts bouncing up and down with each loud thrust, how her face, which always got so red after a jog or at-home workout, must have been crimson with lust and exertion at that moment.

Slowly he felt his hand drift down to his crotch as he stared at his closed door towards the scene on the other side of it and the narrow hallway.

"Fuck you…" his mother responded to Blake.

Corey irrationally felt her eyes on him, as if she was looking over knowing he was there doing nothing but sitting with a powerful erection. He laid back down on the bed to break this imaginary eye contact and let out a whimpering sigh of frustration and shame.

"I can't believe I'm imagining what she looks like right now…. thinking of my mom like that," he thought to himself.

"It's true!" Blake laughed. Corey could almost hear the droll falling out of his mouth and probably on his mother's breasts.

The imagined image of wetness on her chest gave Corey's hands a mind of their own he unzipped himself and pulled out hisaverage-sizedd cock. He resisted going any further, perhaps just rationalizing that he was saving himself the discomfort of having a throbbing erection trapped in his jeans and boxers. It was too shameful to touch himself while thinking about her. Instead, he just held it at the base, a drop of precum already leaking out the tip.

"If a slut had a kid young it shows she couldn't keep her legs closed when it counted. The fact the bio dad isn't in the picture is proof she can't…fuck that's good roll your hips like that…"

"Why did you stop?" Evelyn whined. Corey internalized the question and started masturbating instead of just holding himself. He let his mind drift from what his mother looked like to what she was experiencing, what it was like to be her at that moment. It somehow felt less of a betrayal but it wasn't necessarily easier.

"We can stop and we'll just say this was worth a few days off your rent," Blake said, catching his breath.

"No, I was just… we need the rent money," Evelyn said in a **** tone.

"Tell me that your cheating fuck hole needs my cock, and be convincing or the deal stops early," the filthy landlord said.

"Please Anthony….please fuck my needy cheating slutty fuck hole with your big fat cock. I need it bad I—"

The moans and slapping sounds that followed were too much for Corey just as the hard fucking from the bulky landlord was too much for Evelyn. Corey could hear her muffling her cries with her hand and he did the same. He pumped his teen cock thinking about how good she must feel to give the bastard the satisfaction of showing how aroused she was.

Did it not matter the man's sweaty body must have dwarfed Evelyn's, or did that add to her passion? The teen's mind wondered how big his cock was. He wondered if it was intact, long, or just thick. He knew the man had strong arms but maybe under that belly was a strong core that made him able to pound any wet hole into complete submission.

"Yes! fuck I hate how good this is!" his mother moaned.

The wet slapping in the other room soon blended perfectly with Corey's sticky hand moving up and down his leaking teen cock. Corey could feel his face flush and his body grow warm. He felt so weak, pathetic, and powerless. Financially, physically, and even mentally he couldn't offer his mother a way out of this situation. With nothing left he wanted to at least empathize with her but at that moment compassion simply fed his passion and soon both mother and son found themselves thrashing on their beds as their orgasms overtook them.

"That's it, cum for me you dirty slut!" Blake yelled.

"Yes, Daddy!" she whimpered back sounding just like a porn starlet.

Corey's cock twitched hearing the man's words mix with his mother's moans and cries of pleasure. He never brought his hand from his mouth, but it was far too small to stop a jet of his cum from splashing on his face.

Soon all Corey could hear was his soft breathing, and all he could feel was the sinking feeling inside his stomach and wet splashes of cum quickly cooling on his warm body. He simply lay there in a daze with any willpower he had to move completely zapped from him. He also felt a strong fear that moving out of his bed would give away that he was there.

With the distraction of his sex drive suddenly stolen by his orgasm, a mix of negative emotions started to overtake him. Shame, fear, anger, sadness, and jealousy made his eyes water the way they hadn't in years. In the past when he was as sad as this, his mother Evelyn would have been there to hold him. Now she was probably holding that bastard Anthony Blake instead.

Corey heard the front door close. Slowly he rose to sit up and as he did the room to his door shot open.

Corey and his mother's eyes met….