Chapter 1

My life took a tragic turn when I was merely ten years old. It was then that my father, the pillar of our family, passed away. His death was a devastating blow to us, leaving me, my mother Nancy, and my grandmother in a state of profound grief. The house we once called home, filled with laughter and love, suddenly felt too big and too empty. It was a constant reminder of the void my father’s departure had left in our lives. Thus, we made the difficult decision to leave our family home.

We relocated to a rented apartment in a different city, a place that was unfamiliar and strange to us. The move was challenging, but it was a necessary step towards healing and starting anew. However, fate had another blow in store for us. Just two years after my father’s death, my grandmother, too, left us. Her passing further shrunk our small family, leaving just me and my mother in the apartment that had become our refuge.

My father had been a manager in a food processing company, a position that had provided us with a comfortable lifestyle. He had been prudent enough to leave behind some savings, which became our financial lifeline in the years that followed his death. This money allowed us to maintain a decent standard of living, even in the face of our personal tragedy.

My mother, in the wake of these events, underwent a significant transformation. She was not what one would call a classical beauty, but she had a charm of her own. She was of average height and build, and she always dressed casually, preferring comfort over style. However, the grief of my father’s death took a toll on her. She began to neglect her health and appearance, becoming quite thin. The vibrant woman who used to take pride in her appearance no longer wore makeup or paid attention to her wardrobe. Even though she didn’t have to work and could have taken time for herself, she seemed to lose interest in her own well-being. It was as if she didn’t see the point in taking care of herself anymore, as there was no one left for whom she needed to look beautiful.

Growing up, I had always seen my mother as a typical housewife, a woman whose world revolved around her family. She loved us unconditionally and put our needs above everything else. Despite the hardships we faced, she remained steadfast in her role as my guardian. She was particularly strict about my education, constantly reminding me of the importance of hard work and dedication. She believed that a good education was the key to a successful future, and she wanted me to be well-prepared to provide for my own family someday. Her unwavering faith in the power of education became my guiding light, shaping my approach towards life and its challenges.

Life, as we know it, is a series of changing circumstances and evolving relationships. This truth became evident when a new family moved into the apartment next to ours. The family consisted of Robert, Emilly, and their son, Ryan. Robert and Emilly were just a few years older than my mother, and Ryan was about the same age as me. Robert held a prestigious position as a marketing executive in a renowned company, which required him to travel extensively. Sometimes, he would be on the road for an entire month, journeying from one city to another.

Shortly after their arrival, whispers began to circulate throughout the apartment complex. The rumour was that Emilly was not a woman of good character. It was said that she was unfaithful to Robert, often inviting her lover to their apartment during his absence. These rumours cast a shadow over their family, causing many in the complex to view them with suspicion.

Despite the rumours, Ryan and I found common ground due to our similar ages. I was still relatively new to the area and hadn’t made many friends yet. Ryan filled that void, and we quickly became close. We spent a lot of time at their apartment, playing and sharing our interests. However, my mother was not pleased with this development. She was concerned about the influence Emilly’s alleged behaviour might have on me and often scolded me for spending time at their apartment.

A year passed, and during a neighbourhood party, my mother and Emilly crossed paths. I’m not privy to the details of their conversation or what transpired between them, but a surprising friendship blossomed. My mother, who had once been wary of Emilly, started visiting their apartment frequently. This sudden change in her attitude didn’t sit well with me. It seemed hypocritical that she could chastise me for spending time with Ryan, yet she could visit their home herself.

One day, unable to contain my confusion and frustration, I confronted my mother. I asked her, “Why are you now frequenting Emilly’s house, when you had previously scolded me for doing the same?” It was a question that had been bothering me for a while, and I felt it was time to seek an explanation.

Upon hearing my question, a frown creased my mother’s forehead. I could see a flicker of annoyance flash in her eyes, a reaction that was unusual for her. However, she chose not to respond, seemingly dismissing my question as unworthy of an answer. But I was persistent. Each time she visited Emilly’s apartment, I reminded her of the words she had once spoken to me.

One day, evidently tired of my constant reminders, she retorted sharply, “You don’t need to involve yourself in other people’s affairs. You’re still a child, so behave accordingly.” Her tone was harsher than I had ever heard before. It was a side of my mother I had never seen, and it left me feeling unsettled.

In all the times she had scolded me in the past, I had never felt like a nuisance. But this time, it was different. It felt as though my mother was viewing me as an irritant, a sentiment that was both new and disconcerting. This marked a significant shift in our relationship, one that left me grappling with a mix of emotions.

I was taken aback by my mother’s harsh words. It was the first time I had seen this side of her. I felt a sting of hurt, and a wave of confusion washed over me. I had always seen my mother as a source of comfort and understanding, and her sudden change in demeanour left me feeling lost and bewildered. I didn’t know how to respond, so I retreated into silence, nursing my wounded feelings. I spent a lot of time reflecting on our relationship and trying to understand her perspective. It was a difficult time, but it also served as a reminder that people are complex and that relationships can change and evolve over time. It was a tough lesson to learn, especially at such a young age, but it was also an important part of my growth and understanding of the world around me.

Several months after the incident, news spread that Emilly was expecting a child. During this period, Emilly became less visible in the apartment complex, and my mother’s visits to her also decreased. However, they maintained their connection through frequent phone conversations, a testament to the bond they had formed.

About a month after Emilly gave birth to a beautiful baby girl, I found myself engrossed in my studies, preparing for my upcoming exams. The tranquillity of the afternoon was broken by the sound of the doorbell. Listening attentively, I recognized Emilly’s voice as she entered our home. My mother welcomed her warmly and led her to her bedroom for a private conversation. I returned to my studies, trying to focus on my textbooks.

However, after some time, nature called, and I had to make my way to the bathroom. As I passed by my mother’s room, I heard the murmur of her voice. Curiosity piqued, I paused to listen and peeked through the half open bedroom door, butI heard left me utterly shocked.

My mother, with a curious tone in her voice, leaned in and addressed Emilly, her longtime friend, with a question that bordered on scandalous. “Emilly,” she began, her eyebrows raised inquisitively, “Samuel, or whatever his name is, your husband’s friend ... does he still make regular visits to, ahem, spend time with you?”

Emilly, caught off guard by the directness of the inquiry, couldn’t help but chuckle softly before responding. Her laughter, tinged with a hint of mischief, filled the room as she carefully chose her words. “Oh, you mean Sam,” she replied with a playful smirk, “Well, I’ve actually had to put a bit of a hold on his frequent visits.” She paused for dramatic effect, her eyes twinkling mischievously. “You see, with Ryan growing up so quickly, I’ve had to remind Sam that discretion is the key. I can’t have him popping by every day, now can I? After all, I’d rather not have Ryan asking awkward questions before I’m ready to answer them.”

The two women shared a knowing glance, their conversation veiled in playful banter yet hinting at deeper, more intimate matters. It was a delicate dance of words, revealing just enough to pique curiosity while leaving the rest to the imagination.

My mother also laughed, but again she asked, “Good, good. So I heard that your lover’s dick is pretty impressive...?” I could hear that want and lust in her voice pretty clearly. It seemed that my mother was asking that question not just out of simple curiosity.

In the midst of the conversation, tinged with a hint of excitement and curiosity, Emily found herself divulging intimate details to her friend. The air hung heavy with a blend of secrecy and shared anticipation as they delved into the realm of desire.

With a playful giggle, Emily leaned in closer, her voice laced with a seductive undertone as she responded to the probing question about her lover’s endowment. “Oh, you wouldn’t believe it,” she teased, her words dripping with suggestive allure. “It’s quite impressive, to say the least.”

“So, How did it even start between you and Sam?” my mother asked, eager to know more about Emilly’s activities.

“One day, my husband invited Sam for dinner at our house. So, when he was in the washroom peeing, I barged in. I don’t know if he forgot to properly close the door or if he intentionally left it open, but I suddenly walked in and froze when I saw it. It was massive! Much, much bigger than my husband’s, and even my husband’s cock isn’t something to scoff at. So, hearing the door open Sam turned back to face me. But I didn’t see anything other than his hanging horse cock. My! How I wished to put that cock in my mouth at that moment. But I was also afraid of being caught. Then I looked at Sam’s face, he was smiling at me, daring me to do something. Instead of giving in to temptations I fled from there and went to the kitchen to calm myself down. But it was hard, my pussy was so wet that my panties were soaked. My heartbeat was so fast that even if you could’ve heard it from a few feet away.”

Nancy couldn’t help but feel a surge of intrigue mingled with a tinge of envy at Emily’s unabashed confession. There was something undeniably alluring about the notion of a forbidden desire, and Emily’s candid revelations only fueled the flames of curiosity further.

Emilly stopped, clearly reminiscing the old memories. My mother asked, “What happened then?’’, nudging Emilly to continue her tale. At that point I had opened the door a little more and when I looked inside it was pretty evident that Mother was getting turned on listening to Emilly’s tale.

“When Sam and my husband sat down to eat, and I was serving the food, I was still feeling excited. Sam might have noticed my condition because he stood from his chair and said that he would help me bring the food from the kitchen. And when he was saying that, he was looking at me and smirking. So, he came after me to the kitchen and, when it was apparent to him that my husband couldn’t see us anymore, he hugged me from behind. I was pretty shocked at first but realising it was Sam didn’t do anything to rebuff him. He brought his mouth close to my ear and whispered, ‘So, when?’ I feigned ignorance and asked what he meant by that, but, instead of answering me, he brought his hands in front of my eyes and showed me the sign for fucking. The entire time, I was feeling his cock on my ass and had started to grind on his cock without even realising it. And when he showed me the sign, I just melted into his arms. I wanted to fuck him right at that moment. But then I remembered that my husband and son were still in the dining room waiting for their food. So, I told him to call me the next day in the afternoon. And the next day when he called me, I invited him right then. Rest you know how it’s still going.”

When Emilly completed her narration, there was silence for a little bit. But then, suddenly, they both laughed. Again, I heard my mother’s voice,” So, I heard that your lover can fuck for thirty to forty minutes continuously and he comes like a faucet.”

Emilly giggled, “30-40 minutes...! It’s one hour, Nancy. It’s one hour. From the moment he mounts you ‘till the moment he comes inside you, it feels like it would tear you apart. Sometimes it’s painful. But the pleasure it gives makes more than enough. And you’re talking about cum ... He comes so much that not only my pussy but also the bedsheets are drenched. It feels like my daughter has peed on the bed.”

My mother giggled at hearing that. But even from my position, I could see the lust in her eyes. She couldn’t stand anymore and gave an involuntary moan. And hearing that, Emilly giggled.

“Ufff, ... Emily, just listening to you has made me so hot. So, I don’t know what would happen if Sam mounted me.” I could tell that she was imagining herself in Emilly’s place.

From my vantage point, it was clear that the two women were thoroughly engrossed in their conversation. They were sharing a moment of camaraderie, their faces lit up with enjoyment and their laughter echoing in the room. However, I found myself standing on the outside, unable to partake in their joy. My mind was clouded with thoughts that were far from pleasant.

The thought that kept gnawing at me was the blatant betrayal of trust. How could someone, especially someone you hold dear, betray their loved ones so openly? The question was like a thorn in my side, pricking me with its sharpness every time I tried to wrap my head around it.

What was even more disturbing was Emily’s readiness to admit to such dangerous behaviour. It was as if she had no qualms about revealing her actions to others. The ease with which she confessed, almost proudly, was something I found hard to digest. It was as if she wore her actions like a badge of honour, oblivious to the potential harm they could cause.

But what truly baffled me was my mother’s reaction. At that time, I couldn’t comprehend the level of compliance she showed. It was as if she was condoning the actions of the woman, actions that I found deeply unsettling. Her silence, her acceptance, was something I struggled to understand.

I was so engrossed in my own thoughts that I might have missed the next words if Emilly hadn’t spoken in a louder voice compared to her previous tone, like she got an epiphany. “Then why don’t I send him to you one afternoon ... If he gets you, then I would be a little bit relieved. He would leave my pussy for a bit. And I need to be careful after what happened a few days ago.” That certainly got my attention, and by the tone of my mother’s question so did hers.

“What happened a few days ago?” Mother asked eagerly, wanting to know her friend’s predicament.

“That day, it was raining heavily since morning and Ryan was home and studying in his room. My daughter had a high fever. So, I had just put my daughter in for a nap and was going to Ryan’s room to help in his studies when the doorbell rang. So, I went to the door to see who was there. But when I opened the door, I saw Sam drenched in rain. So, I asked him why he came without notifying me. He replied shamelessly that he had come to fuck me. He didn’t call ahead because he couldn’t get a hold of me by call. I asked if he’s crazy, my kids were in the house, how could I fuck him in that moment. So, I told him that he should come back later. But then he opened his fly and took out his cock. Which was pretty hard and bobbing when he took it out. The moment my eyes fell on that magic stick, all the resistance fled my body, and I started to think of ways to have some time with him.”

“After contemplating everything, I, again, told him to come back later. But he was adamant, he took hold of his dick and started to shake it in front of me and told me that his dick was throbbing and it was hurting him. If he didn’t get any release pretty soon he would die. I again said that my kids are in the apartment and it’s not possible for him to fuck me. Then he told me to send Ryan outside. At first, I wasn’t very keen on that idea, but after constantly looking at his hard rod I couldn’t stop myself.” Emilly said, arousal pretty evident in her voice.

She stopped her narration and stared off into space in front of her like she was reliving those moments. So my mother nudged her again to continue with her story.

“So I sent Sam away for a little bit telling him to wait a little bit. And I started to think about how I can send Ryan outside for more than an hour. An idea suddenly came to my mind. So I went in the direction of Ryan’s room. When I entered his room, he suddenly asked me ‘Who was it, mom?’ which caught me off guard. So I stuttered in answering him. But I quickly gained my composure. I told him that it was just a salesman who came to sell something. Then I told him that his sister’s fever had risen and he must go to the pharmacy a few blocks from the apartment complex to bring medicine for his sister. He was vehement about not going anywhere in that heavy rain. Here my condition was pretty bad. My pussy was constantly leaking, and I was craving Sam’s cock. But Ryan was not listening to me. This caused me to lash out at him.” I was utterly appalled, my mind reeling with disbelief at the sight before me. How could a mother, the very embodiment of nurturing and love, exhibit such cruelty and utter lack of emotion towards her flesh and blood? It was a concept so foreign, so contrary to everything I believed about maternal instinct, that I found myself struggling to comprehend her thought process.

“So despite his unwillingness, Ryan was forced to go outside. Then I brought Sam after making sure that Ryan had left the building. But while doing that I was afraid that the pharmacy could be closed in that rain and I wouldn’t be able to enjoy that delicious dick. You know! That is what exactly happened. The pharmacy was closed, and Ryan returned within 10 minutes of his departure. He too had become drenched in rain. He was calling me from outside. But at that time I was writhing in ecstasy and I had no way of leaving that pleasure. Sam was on top of me pistoning his dick in and out of my soaking wet pussy. What could I have done Nancy ... At that moment my children and husband didn’t matter a single bit. All that mattered to me at that time was the pleasure the bull was giving me. I could understand that my son was crying outside for me to open the door. He was drenched and if he didn’t get any attention soon he might catch a cold. But at that moment I didn’t care. Even if he was struck by lightning I wouldn’t have cared.’’

As I stood there, grappling with the incomprehensible, a whirlwind of emotions churned within me. Anger surged through my veins, mingling with profound sadness and disbelief. How could someone, entrusted with the sacred duty of nurturing and protecting their children, abandon such a fundamental aspect of their role? It was a betrayal of the highest order, not just to her offspring but to the very essence of motherhood itself.

Yet, amid the turmoil of my thoughts, I couldn’t shake the haunting thought of Ryan, his shivering figure standing outside of their apartment and calling out to his mother. Who was completely ignoring the plea of her child just because of her pleasure. His mother’s indifference cut deeper than any blade.

As I grappled with the weight of what I had witnessed, a voice pierced through the haze of my thoughts, drawing me back to the present. It was Emilly’s voice. At that moment, her words served as a stark reminder of the harsh reality unfolding before me, a reality where the bonds of maternal love had been severed, leaving nothing but emptiness and sorrow in its wake.