“Why are you pounding my girlfriend, Mom?”

To anyone who stumbled upon this work of fiction: Proceed at your own risk. This story is neither vanilla nor innocent. Dark topics such as insanity, betrayal, , humiliation and emotional torment are or will be depicted and described. This story is intended as a collection of the wildest kinks and craziest themes, thus quite niche. If you don't like it that's fine. But please don't judge. Thanks for everyone who supports me and enjoy the maniacal war between Mom and Neo!

The lock opened nicely, the sound of the key twisting barely audible inside the modern door of our recently acquired house in the suburbs, a wealthy and safe area. But more importantly, an area where my bullies wouldn’t gnaw at my sanity and health with their filthy fingers and vile desires. I had finally escaped from my nightmares, transforming them into a fear of the past.

Orderly putting my shoes into their assigned box and neatly fiddling my green rain coat onto the hanger, I deeply breathed in, usually relishing the aroma of a freshly cleaned house. But today was different.

Instead of the pleasant smell of citron or strawberry, I took in an odor reeking of earth and something I vividly remembered from the past but couldn’t quite put my name on.

Curious as I was, I ascended the stairs to explore the origin of the pungent smell, oblivious to the fact that my girlfriend’s shoes were placed just above my box, a detail I should’ve noticed in order to unveil the wicked games my mother played with me before she could’ve corrupted me ultimately.

Barging into my mom’s room, I was ready to ask about the musky smell, only to be greeted with the most horrendous sight of my life.

Bouncing her juicy, thick ass on my mother’s lap, was my adorable girlfriend Amber. The cheeks smacked and jiggled violently against each other, clapping and flapping like they were battered by an unrelenting drill of brute .

Despite her being taken cowgirl, I could see the forceful, painful-to-look-at swaying of her massive tits, the pale flesh moving uncontrollably in a flash from side to side. And I didn’t know whether my eyes were playing tricks on me, but I could swear that her belly had expanded past any pregnancy state into an impossible expanse, the fat jiggling and wiggling past her sides in a visible manner even when I stood directly behind her.

Squirt flew all around, splattered into the air by the violent onslaught of Amber into my mother’s crotch. All the while, she screamed: “POUND ME HARDER! HARDER! HARDER! RUIN ME! ME! CONQUER ME!” All sounds of her utter mental breakdown as my mother suddenly glanced past the still bouncing figure of my girlfriend, her eyes corrupted by a malicious glint which I had never seen inside the hazel iris before.

“Finally joined us, son?” she punctuated the last words in a special way, as if disgusted by the fact that a loser and retard such as me was her pathetic excuse of a son.

With a rapid flash of motion and flesh, my mom grabbed Amber’s hips and brought her to a halt, the strength she displayed no surprise to me who had always wondered how she could push cars or lift whole adults into the air without breaking a sweat before noticing the inquiring stares and pretending to struggle.

“Why are you pounding my girlfriend, Mom?” The question seemed stupid in hindsight and the words simply flew out of my mouth, blurted out by my flabbergasted brain to somehow deescalate and cope with the insane situation.

Smiling wickedly, she licked over her lips, fishing the beads of sweat into her mouth, Amber burping out a huge load of white, gooey stuff onto the carpet as I lurched forward to help her since I thought that she passed out, but my mother hissed sharply, forcing me to recoil in fear of what she might do to me with my frailer and weaker body.

“Come here,” she growled dominantly, my body succumbing to her will, my mind unable to resist, unable to control my carnal desires which somehow triumphed over reason and sanity, only making my inferiority all the clearer.

Finally approaching the monster my mother had become, I saw the true horror of the situation for the first time.

Initially just thinking that my mother was cheating on me with my girlfriend in a lesbian romance, I now knew that this would’ve been the best alternative.