Chapter 2

When Mr. Jackson left, my mother and I sat on the living room floor hugging each other. After about 20 minutes, Mom finally got up and walked silently to her room. I heard the bath running and wanted to talk to her, but didn't know what to say. She was raped by my teacher, and it was caused indirectly by my own rape of her. She didn't know that, but I did.

We slept in separate rooms that night.

I didn't see her in the morning and went to school after having a bowl of cold cereal. I was tempted to stay home, but wasn't sure if Mom wanted me there. My whole world was falling apart.

I was like a zombie at school, going through the motions, avoiding my friends, and then I had my math class. Mr. Jackson winked and gave me an evil smile, the side of his lip curling up like a dog's snarl. My chin dropped to my chest as my feet dragged me to my desk.

At one point we were working on an assignment and he walked up to me. Leaning close to my ear, Mr. Jackson whispered, "I love your mom's white ass. Did she tell you how much she loved my big black cock? She must have dreamed about it all night long." He giggled which caused a few people to look up but they quickly returned to their papers when he glared at them. "Did you like touching my dick? If you want, we can go somewhere and you can suck it."

I shook my head furiously and he walked away chuckling. I wiped my watery eyes with the back of my hands.

When I got home I discovered that my mother had called in sick. Dinner that night was relatively silent. I'm sure my mother was embarrassed and humiliated, but she was troubled as well. The future looked bleak.

And then the doorbell rang.

Mom and I looked at each other, neither one speaking, and I'm sure I was as pale as she. She clasped her hands, brought them to her mouth, and nervously chewed on the second knuckle of her index finger. The doorbell kept ringing.

"What are we going to do?" I asked.

"I don't know." Her chin dropped to her chest and her forehead to her clasped hands. "I don't know," she said so softly I could barely hear.

And the ringing continued -- the sound worse than someone scratching their fingernails on a blackboard.

Slowly, my mother stood and walked to the front door. Her toes dragged on the floor with each reluctant step. She was out of the kitchen now and I was afraid to follow her.

"You took too long!" I heard Mr. Jackson scream. "Don't ever keep me waiting again. Where's Tim?"

I ran to the front foyer, suddenly stopping as if I had stepped on instant drying glue. My teacher wasn't alone.

Mr. Jackson looked up at me and said, "Your mother was bad again. You know what that means." Then he looked at my mother and said, "Get your fuckin' clothes off. Now! Hurry up!"

My mother's fingers opened buttons, lowered zippers, and pulled off every stick of clothing she wore. She cowered in the foyer, naked with three fully dressed people looking at her.

"Bend over with your hands on your knees," Mr. Jackson said. "You know the routine." When my mother complied and was bent at the waist, her hands on her knees, her butt sticking out, and her head hung, he said to me, "Now administer the punishment."

"What do you mean?" I asked, but deep down knew the answer.

"Slap her ... and I mean hard. You know what will happen if you fake it."

I stepped up to my mother and stood motionless. I stared at Mr. Jackson and saw the resolve in his face. Then I looked at the black woman standing next to him, her eyes wide, her face showing great interest, her gaze darting between my mother and me.

Sucking in a lungful of air and letting it out noisily, I pulled my arm back and swung my open palm onto my mother's left buttock. After what happened last time I was so afraid of getting punched that I didn't hold back. My hand stung as my mother screamed and fell forward. Lying on her belly, her hands flew behind her and frantically rubbed her ass, the outline of my fingers clearly visible on the pale skin. She was crying harder than I had ever seen her cry.

Dropping to my knees next to her with my hands on the floor and leaning over, I said, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I was afraid not to hit you hard. Mom, I'm so sorry." Tears ran down my cheeks.

"Help your mother into the living room," Mr. Jackson said.

I grabbed Mom's arm and tugged. She was dead weight and didn't budge. She kept rubbing her backside and crying. I leaned over and whispered that we had to go, that Mr. Jackson said so. Mom looked up at me and nodded, and then slowly got to her feet. Together, we walked to the living room and sat on the couch, hugging each other.

"I guess you're wondering about her," Mr. Jackson said, using his thumb to point to the stranger. "She's a friend. When I told her about you two she gave me the best fucking of my life. So I asked her if she wanted to play also. Obviously she said yes."

My mother and I hugged each other tighter as we sat trembling on the couch.

The black woman stepped close to Mr. Jackson and whispered into his ear. He nodded.

"Latisha wants to see you naked."

Mom and I looked at each other and then it dawned on us. My head spun around, my eyes wide open. I saw two smiling faces with fat lips, but Mr. Jackson had much whiter teeth. In fact, the woman's teeth were rather yellowish.

"Go on, get naked," Mr. Jackson said.

I looked at my mother again and saw the pity in her eyes. I wonder if she would feel sorry for me if she knew it was all my fault, I thought. I reluctantly pushed myself off the couch and stood in front of the leering black couple. My mother squeezed my hand. I looked over my shoulder and saw her weak smile. She was such a strong woman, much stronger than me.

Slowly, very slowly, I undressed. I kept glancing at the woman who was no longer smiling. I saw lust on her face. Stooping, I pushed my underwear to my thighs and glanced up at her. My eyes quickly looked away. She was staring at my dick. I pushed my underwear down and stepped out of it, standing with my hands crossed in front of my groin.

"Show her," Mr. Jackson said.

My hands moved to my sides and my eyes tried to burn a hole in the carpet.

I heard whispering and looked up. The woman's mouth was next to Mr. Jackson's ear, but her eyes were glued to my cock. Mr. Jackson nodded and the woman rushed towards me. I stepped back, bumping into the couch and falling down onto it. The woman sat next to me, her hand going to my cock. I pushed her hand away and she looked up at Mr. Jackson.

"Tim, if you know what's good for you and your mother you will do what we say ... that means me and Latisha."

My fists clenched as the woman's hand returned to my lap, her black fingers gripping my white cock. She squeezed and rubbed it and, to my horror, it stiffened.

"Aha, the white boy likes it," Mr. Jackson said and chuckled.

"I want him to fuck me," the woman said, the first time my mother and I heard her voice.

"Well get undressed then," Mr. Jackson said.

My teacher began undressing and the woman jumped from the couch. As each article of clothing was removed I noticed that she had a nice body -- maybe ten pounds too much, but a pretty thin waist, wide hips, and humongous tits. I mean when she removed her bra, her mammoth mammeries literally dropped from their own massive weight. The patch of hair between her legs was dark and thick -- curly and very thick. The woman got onto her back on the floor and spread her legs.

Mr. Jackson told me to "do the honors," as he put it. My mother nodded so I dropped to my knees between Latisha's widely spread legs. Holding my hard cock in one hand and supporting myself with the other, I leaned forward.

"No, I need to get juiced up first," Latisha said.

Perplexed, I looked up at Mr. Jackson who said, "She wants her cunt licked."

I looked down at the patch of dark hair, so thick I couldn't see the slit even though her legs were spread wide. I scooted backwards a little and lowered my face between her legs. Her hand on my head stopped me and I looked up.

"No, I want your mother to get me juiced up so I can fuck her son," Latisha said, already breathing harder.

I looked up at my mother with wide eyes. She was deathly pale and staring at the naked black woman lying on the floor. Her head was slowly moving from side to side.

"Go on, April, show Latisha how much of a white slut you are," Mr. Jackson said. "Lick her cunt so your son can fuck her." When my mother didn't move, he said, "Tim, time to spank your mother again."

My mother jumped from the couch, her shoulder crashing into me and knocking me out of the way. As I fell onto my side I saw her climb between the black woman's legs and lean forward. She hesitated a moment, staring at another woman's pussy for the first time. Her thumbs pressed into Latisha's labia and pushed them apart. I was now on my side propped up on my forearm and saw the gash. I was amazed at how pink the black woman's inner flesh was.

Mom leaned forward with her tongue out until it touched the woman's pussy. Her face cringed but she didn't stop. The tip of her tongue flicked the black woman's clit. I couldn't believe my mother was licking a pussy.

Latisha moaned as her pelvis moved, and then she said, "Stick your tongue inside."

My mother's eyes shot up and looked over the woman's breasts, or at least I think she was able to see over them. There's a good chance she couldn't see Latisha's face. But I could and her eyes were closed as she continued to moan. Then Mom looked to her left, at me. I saw shame in those big blue eyes, but then they turned back to the pussy as her head shifted. When her lips pressed against the hairy pussy, I knew my mother's tongue had sunk inside it.

"Yeah, like that!" Latisha cried out. "Fuck me with your tongue. Oh yeah, oh god she's good. My little white slut is fucking me with her tongue. Go on, eat my black cunt. Get me wet for your son's cock."

My mother licked the black woman's pussy until Latisha pushed her head away. "Don't be sad," she taunted my mother. "You'll get to eat me a lot. But now I want to fuck your son. Go on, do the honors ... stick his dick in me."

I was amazed that Latisha used the same expression Mr. Jackson had earlier. But that thought was short-lived when my mother got onto her knees and looked at me. She climbed over Latisha's left leg while I climbed over the right one, taking her place. Mom looked at my soft cock and then up at Mr. Jackson.

"Looks like you will have to get it hard. Suck your son," he said.

If you can die of shame I think I'd be an orphan now. But my mother leaned forward and wrapped her lips around my cock in front of two strangers. Soon her magical mouth had its effect and I was hard. My mother's head pulled away and she grabbed my cock, tugging it. I leaned forward as she guided my cock to Latisha's pussy. When the tip entered the warm, wet hole, my mother withdrew her hand. Our eyes met and she nodded, and then she looked down. Her forlorn face was heartbreaking for me to see.

I thrust my hips forward, sinking my entire cock into the black woman. It was done with a vengeance, but she seemed to like it. Her pelvis jumped up at me and soon we had a rhythm going. I was fucking her hard and she was giving me the same.

I soon climaxed and the woman quickly wrapped her legs around me. "Oh no, you ain't done yet. You're gonna make Latisha cum or else I'm gonna cut that white dick off and feed it to your mother, and then she will get me off with her tongue."

I remained hard as usual and began a much slower fuck. From the corner of my eye I saw my mother pushed onto her hands and knees and Mr. Jackson's large body behind her. Our eyes met just as he rammed his cock into her pussy -- her eyes clamped shut and she grimaced. She bit her bottom lip as he plowed into her, tears running down her cheeks. I felt a knee hit my side and turned to see the impatient black face beneath me. I pulled my hips back and thrust forward. Latisha's pussy clamped around my dick telling me that's what she wanted. Soon I was fucking the black woman while my mother was next to me on her hands and knees getting fucked by my black teacher. At that moment I felt like we were their sex toys to do with as they wished -- and we didn't have a choice.