My School Bully Was My Mom's Lover

My childhood bully was a guy named Damon Fleece, and like his last name, he used to fleece my pockets of whatever I had while I was in the 10th grade. My mom never would believe me when I'd mention him to her. But then one day, to my utter surprise, I returned home to find her laughing with Damon in her living room.

That was the day that life became different for me. 

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Episode Transcript

Speaker 1 (00:00):
What I'm about to share with you is something I
have withheld for years. It's not to say I never
wanted to make it known. More like, to this day,
I'm as embarrassed about it as I am fascinated that
it really happened and the repercussions it's had in my
life to this day. It's one of those things that
you'd think never could occur to anyone, like it's some

(00:20):
fantastical dream of sorts. But I'm here to let you
know it did. Everything I'm about to share with you
happened as I say it did. You might choose not
to believe it. That's up to you. I'm merely going
to tell it. The story is about a black man
and the relationship he shared between me and my mom

(00:43):
when I was a teenager. His name was Damon Fleece.
He went to the same high school I did, except
he later dropped out and got involved in other areas
of work, one of which involved my mom. Damon was
a terror to me when I was in ten grade.
He was a senior at the time. He preyed on

(01:04):
me and others, including my friends, on a weekly basis.
Damon was a scary, muscular fellow with a scowl of
a face. I tried to be clever and often avoided
him for weeks, but then I'd become neglectful and stumble
into his presence, or he'd ransack my pockets and take
whatever he claimed I owed. Sometimes I willingly offered my

(01:27):
money to him before he'd even ask. Failure would warrant
him teaching me a lesson in manners, which I'd seen
him dispel on others. Less fortunate. Mom never believed me
whenever I mentioned damon to her. I kept begging her
to move me to a new school, but that always
fell on deaf ears. Her remedy was that there was

(01:48):
only one way to get back at a bully, and
that was to confront him. You're old enough to start
fending for yourself, Charles, she admonished me, unless you want
to be a par all your life like your dad.
That hurt when she said that, but she did have
a point about me standing up for myself, except I

(02:11):
knew what that outcome would bring, and I wasn't niching
to find out myself. But nothing could have prepared me
for what I was to discover weeks later. It was
raining one day when I returned from school, having run
the last mile and was dripping wet. When I let
myself into the house, I heard laughter from the living room,

(02:31):
and I nearly choked on my breath when I saw
what was inside. There was my mom, and seated across
from her was my nemesis, Damon. They were drinking brandy,
and the table bore a plateful of unfinished snacks that
indicated they had been here for a while. They stopped
laughing and looked towards my direction when they heard my footsteps. Hi,

(02:55):
Charlie said, Mom. Damon and I were just talking about you.
Why don't you come over and say Hi? What's up?
Charles said, Damon, Hi, I muttered, and then turned and
left them together. I entered my room, shut the door,
and sat on my bed, wondering what on earth could

(03:17):
have talked my mom into inviting Damon to our home.
She explained things to me later, when we were alone
eating dinner. I needed to see for myself who this
Damon character is that you keep running away from. She said.
You always made him seem like some sort of monster,
but he is, Mom. I complained, Oh, hush, there, Charlie,

(03:42):
he's nothing of the sort. He said. He enjoys teasing you,
that's all. He's a very charming fellow, and quite knowledgeable too.
He said, he knows how to fix things. Possibly I
can get him to fix our washing machine this week
and maybe pay him half the price. What do you think, han?

(04:06):
My only response was to grumble under my breath. I
didn't like the way things were going and wished I
could have ended this nightmare once and for all. Surprisingly,
Damon stopped terrorizing me after that day. I would come
to school and leave, and not once did I glance
over my shoulder to see him lurking. Even when I did,

(04:29):
he was busy goofing off with his buddies or hassling
some other unfortunate kid. I began walking to and from
school without a fear in the world. It never occurred
to me why until one day I returned early from
school and entered through the back door. The washing machine
was open, and there were various work tools and mechanical

(04:51):
parts lying on the floor. Noise was coming from beyond
the kitchen. It was coming from the living room, which
the door. As quietly as my feet could carry me
inch the door open and peep through. What I saw
happening in the living room knocked the breath out of
my lungs. Damon sat on the sofa wearing his undershirt

(05:13):
and jeans, while Mom sat on his lap and was
kissing him. She wore a silk bathroom robe, and it
was obvious she was naked underneath. Damon ran his hands
over Mom's backside, lifting up her robe to grab her.
But I'm not going to lie. I have sneaked into
Mom's bedroom to catch her drying herself while naked, but

(05:36):
that was as far as I could go. Never have
I seen her with a man before, so this was
strange as it was my numbing. Mom jerked her but
against Damon's crotch like a cat. She wrapped her arms
around his shoulder while kissing him. Damon's large pair of
hands caressed and squeezed Mom's but cheeks like they were

(05:58):
her favorite plaything. He slid his hand between her cheeks,
which got Mom to scorm actively. Come on, let's go
into my room. Mom suggested, I've got something in there
i'd like you to work on. She came off Damon
and I quickly stepped away from the door. I was

(06:19):
afraid that she would come looking in the kitchen and
then see me, but she didn't. I listened as she
and Damon passed the door and went down the corridor
towards her bedroom. I heard her door open, but it
didn't slam shut. I peered outside my door, finding the
coast clear, eased out into the corridor and approached mom's bedroom.

(06:42):
The door was ajar, the interior was dark except for
sunlight streaming through the windows. I heard Mom laughing, including
Damon's masculine, raw voice interspersed with ruffling noise. Then Mom's
laughing stopped and was replaced by a yearning muan, the
sort of moise one makes when you're standing under a
shower and feel that warm blast of hot water hit you.

(07:06):
I'd never heard Mom sound off like this before they
were having sex. I didn't need to peep inside Mom's
room to know what was happening. I stayed closer to
the doorway while listening in on their activity. There was
Mom gasping and whimpering, Damon grunting and slapping his body
against my mom, and there was the groaning noise coming

(07:28):
from the bed. I have watched enough porn movies and
could picture what was happening inside. I drew closer enough
to spy their converged shadows together across the room. Mom
was moaning and whimpering louder. At some point she hollered
Damon's name and even pleaded for him to fuck her harder.

(07:49):
Oh God, I've never had it this good, Mom cried
amid her moaning frenzy. Oh ah, you fuck me so
damn good. I've never God, I've never been fucked so
good like this before. She kept up her cries, while Damon,

(08:10):
not uttering a word aside from grunting, heavily kept fucking
my mom like he wanted to rip her in half.
I didn't dare look in the room, but the banging noise,
along with my mom's rising christ told me he was
smashing her good. And there were the groaning bed springs too.
Mom kept whimpering and hollering her head off, as if

(08:31):
Damon was the best thing she could ever want. That
wasn't the last time Damon fucked my mom. He became
a regular fixture in our home. Sure he did get
to help with fixing our washing machine, but he got
more payment from being fed by Mom, after which she
would then empty his balls in her bedroom. I did

(08:53):
get to see them fuck for real. It was almost
as if Mom stopped caring whether I was home or not.
Twice I returned through the back door and found Damon
railing into my mom in the living room. I was
torn between disgust and fascination from watching them. One time,
I lay on my bed working on an assignment, while

(09:16):
beyond the corridor echoed Mom's blatant cries. Later, Damon knocked
at my door and entered my room, dripping sweat down
to his boxer shorts. He was guzzling a bottle of beer,
gloating at me. What's up, Charles. You've got a damn
hot mom in there, white boy, he chuckled, Quite the

(09:39):
horny bitch she is. How come you ain't told me
before that your mom was a freak. I stayed silent,
watching him with expressionless eyes. No matter, he continued, I'm
gonna bring my fellace over and we're gonna run a
train on her. Stick around, and maybe you'll learn something.

(10:02):
He laughed and shut the door and returned to mom's bedroom.
I was clueless about his statement run a train. Days later, however,
I learned what it meant when he came over with
four buddies of his Mom wasn't surprised to see them arrive.
She seemed to have been expecting them when she welcomed
them inside. They talked and laughed, and Damon played music

(10:26):
on our stereo system while his buddies took turns dancing
with Mom. They retired to her bedroom later, and the thunderclaps, screams,
and grunts I heard from behind her door was enough
to keep me aroused for the remainder of the week. Yes,
I became addicted to watching Mom getting nailed, pounded, and
fucked by Damon Fleece and his host of friends. He

(10:49):
eventually knocked up Mom and she agreed to keep the baby.
Such was what I witnessed in my home. Such was
how I grew up to become a sissy.