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Filius Ch. 01

By: Hitman7



[Author's Note: This is my first Literotica story. This is the first part of a four part series that I plan to write involving four different main characters whose stories interconnect with each other. The main plot involves a mother who has an affair with her son's classmate. This first part is from the son's point-of-view, hence the title Filius or son in Latin. 

I would like to give acknowledgments by the way to PurpleMonkeyDishwash; remnick13; cuckoldbob; and Free Speeched, who are my favorite writers here at Literotica.com and who have given me the inspiration to write this. Also, thank you to my editors SlashedPearl and Larry Lancaster who had fixed my grammatical mistakes and provided me some suggestions.

With all that, I hope you enjoy the story and always remember that this is all just fiction.] 

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Chapter I: Somnio

While peering from inside this closet, a dreadful feeling filled me. A raven-haired woman, with an hour-glass figure and flawlessly white skin was being rammed from behind on all-fours by a tall muscular black guy whose back was turned towards my direction.

"Oh God! Oh God!" the woman moaned as she writhed in pleasure from being fucked by her young athletic lover. Her large breasts swayed back and forth in unison to the motions of her bountiful round ass and her swinging hips, wherein her lover's big hands supported her. At the same time the creaks from the bed filled the room along with their animalistic grunts as their flesh slapped against each other.

"You liking this bitch?" asked the young man as he smacked the woman's wide and glistening buttocks. She then looked at him lustfully and replied, "Oh Marcus honey! You are the best!". Upon hearing this, the aggressive stud thrust faster and faster which made the woman scream loudly with lust.

"Oh fuck! Fuck me! Fuck me darling!"

Marcus then took his humungous and very long cock from the woman's protruding ass and held it in his hands. "Get ready bitch!" he shouted shamelessly. As if she'd done this before, the beautiful woman turned towards her black lover and kneeled in front of him. She then cupped her breasts together, opened her mouth and then stuck out her tongue towards the gigantic shaft of meat directed at her face. Marcus then stroked his gargantuan rod with his hand, until he grunted violently. 

"Take this bitch!"

Copious amounts of white liquid then erupted from the black man's rod with the first shot hitting her pretty face, the next shot on her mouth, then the third towards her chin which then dribbled down to her neck. As Marcus continued to stroke it, several more shots of cum spurted out of it and trickled on the woman's pear-shaped tits. The enormous globs of sticky liquid coated the beautiful woman as she smiled and looked up at him.

"Mum, how could you do this?" I whispered softly as tears slowly began to fall from my eyes. Only the slurping sounds coming from my mother's mouth, answered me however as she now began to suck clean the massive pole of her lover. Marcus then continued to spout profanity towards the "bitch" tending dutifully to his mighty cock.

A feeling of anger, sorrow and fear followed, which left me in a state of dilemma. While a part of me wanted to storm out of fury towards both my mum and her black lover, I was also scared; both from the intimidation of the imposing figure degrading my mother but more so from the dreadful reality that has now began to sink in... 

And as I lay paralyzed, I flashbacked to what led me here.

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Eight months ago...

"James, honey! Hurry up now or you'll be late for your first day at school!" 

"I'm coming, just a second!"

I stood in front of the mirror combing my brown hair while looking at my physique. I am about five feet and ten inches in height which is considered average for an 18 year old American man. I also possess a long and quite angular face, and sport short but slightly fuzzy brown hair which, I tried to style to those of my favorite actor James Dean. I also have these green eyes which my ex-girlfriend once cheesily told me, "I love it when you stare at me with those eyes." The downside though was my body. While it was a good thing that I didn't inherit my father's pudgy build, which I liked to thank God for every now and then, it still wasn't exactly the kind of body men aspire to have or which most girls love to rave at. I have a very skinny body and have lots of body hair which I got from my father's genes. Also every time I tried to flex my biceps on the mirror, it was as if my own reflection laughed at me for the attempt, "Come on buddy, you can't be serious?" While I tried my best at sports, even joining and participating in various sports clubs like basketball, soccer, and baseball, I just wasn't gifted athletically. That or maybe I just wasn't dedicated. 

So in short, while I wasn't ugly, I also wasn't handsome in particular and there was also nothing special about me. Perhaps this was why my ex-girlfriend ditched me in favor of the star jock in my previous school. Well, she was also an unfaithful slut who liked to sleep around with other people behind my back.

"Come on honey, have your breakfast or you'll be late."

After having lived in a small town in Nebraska for whole of my life, my family and I had to move to New York City just about three day ago because of my father's new job . So not only was it going to be my first day at my new school, it also was going to be my first time as the "new kid", an unfamiliar feeling.

"I better not be late."

I smelled something delicious as I made my way towards the kitchen. I then saw my mum frying bacon and eggs. She was wearing an apron with the words "The Best Mom in the World" emblazoned on it. "Finally, here you are. I thought you didn't want to be late for your first day at school." 

Beneath the apron, she had a white tank-top that exposed her slim waist from the sides and the base of her spine. She also wore very short jean shorts that displayed her beautiful legs and shapely butt. Her hair on the other hand was tied up in a ponytail. 

"Eat it all up okay?" my mum smiled as she scooped up the bacon and the eggs from a skillet onto a plate then handed it to me. 

Eva, my mum, is a very beautiful woman in her early 30s and is of English and Russian descent. She has long and wavy black hair, an angular shaped face with high cheekbones, and a sharp-nose that made her look like Kate Beckinsale. She also has a curvy body; a large bosom and a round-like butt. She stands just a few inches shorter than me which makes her already tall for a woman. My mum likes to maintain her figure through regular exercise plus a mix of strict but healthy diet, involving salads and lean meat while limiting her carbs. She likes to wake up very early in the morning and play Wii Fit or do aerobics while watching the TV. She also jogs outside whenever she can. Her new job will probably help her become even more fit as she just recently got a gig at a diner as a cook and waitress. 

Her dedication to herself and our family amazes me, considering she used to be a wild "party girl"-- or so I heard back in high school before she met my dad who was in college then. Also from what I've searched online, my mum was once Miss Teen USA. I've even seen some pictures of her looking stunning in gowns and a swimsuit. According to the forums and articles however, she was caught in a big scandal. Someone had leaked that she was pregnant at the time. Copies of doctor's documents were even sent to the media. Despite after having technically won the competition, the committee ordered her to return her crown amidst the protests from parents and feminists groups. To me though, those things don't matter really. I even laugh that it was a good thing that she was pregnant at the time and that she didn't abort me. I love my beautiful mum for who she is and am just glad to have her around. 

"So what's for breakfast, honey?" My dad asked as he gave my mum a short kiss on the lips. "Just your favorite darling, bacon and eggs," my mother replied. While looking at them, it still amazes me to this day how my father managed to bag a beautiful woman like her. My father, whose full name is Gregory Michael Hamilton Smith, was a man of stocky build but almost overweight. In comparison to my height and to that of my mum,he was the shortest of us. He had brown hair similar to mine but already with lots of grey and white speckles even though he was only in his early 40s. He also had blue eyes, which were kept well hidden behind wide-circular framed glasses that made his face look rounder than it was. His choice of facial hair also didn't help, which, coupled with his other features, made him look like a cross between a geek and a lumberjack.

Still my dad, in spite of his not-so-good looking appearance was an optimistic, honest and hardworking character. Having been laid off from his previous job in a bank due to the recession, and despite having worked there for ten years as the marketing manager, my dad had to work various jobs for two years to support the family. Because my dad was unable to get a job similar to his previous profession for reasons such as no available work or heavy competition from younger applicants, he had to work blue-collar jobs. For example, he had worked as a plumber, carpenter, and auto-mechanic and even once as a fast food mascot just to meet our bills. I even remember during those times that my mum cried when we had to sell one of our cars and some of our furniture. My dad however was always there to comfort her and even making jokes. "Don't cry. I just sold them because we are buying new ones, honey," quipped my father while wiping the tears away from his wife. The optimism paid well in the end, however, as my father managed to secure a job again as a marketing manager. The catch however was that he had to move to New York City.

After I finished my breakfast, I said goodbye to both my mum and dad and then set my way out of the front door of our unit. We lived on the eighth floor of a ten floor flat and it was a good thing our building had a lift or I would have to use the stairs. It would have been exhausting.

As soon as I reached the lift, I pressed the button and waited for a few seconds. The bell soon chimed and what greeted me inside was a Goth looking chick with blonde pigtails. She was fidgeting with her cell as I entered. 

While waiting inside the lift, I decided to glance at the girl texting beside me. She was quite petite. Her short hair had some black streaks in it, and her bangs parted towards her left covering that part of her face. She was wearing a pink shirt that exposed her mid-riff and outlined the small cups of her breasts. For her lower part, she had khaki brown trousers and had black sneakers. Aside from earrings, several piercings adorned her earlobe. While eyeing her waist, I also saw a piercing on her navel. "Some sort of rocker/hipster chic, I suppose? Still she's cute" I thought. 

She caught me staring, however, then gave me a mean glare in response. "What? You got a problem?" she said. I quickly replied with, "No" and then shifted my sight towards the door of the lift as if nothing happened. We then reached the ground floor, and as soon as we exited I heard her mutter something. "Weirdo" was the word I believe.

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It was quite different from my previous school back in Nebraska. The school was ten times larger and there were quite a lot more people. There were even security guards with watchdogs in the front entrance frisking and searching people that entered for any weapons, drugs or illegal contrabands. There was one incident in particular wherein a sexy Asian girl with short black hair adorned with some highlights was apprehended for bringing what appeared to be a large black dildo to school. The security guards found it when they heard something vibrating inside the girl's bag, which they then quickly took out.

"That's three days detention for you, Ms. Shang," an old and balding white school teacher pointed to her, reprimanding her for the incident, which drew laughter from the people around them. "You can have this instead Mimi!" a black guy some feet away from the back shouted while grabbing his crotch, and shaking it which elicited more laughter from everyone. 

Speaking of African-Americans, I don't mean to sound racist, but saying that there were a lot more of them than in my previous school was an understatement. Everywhere I looked, they were there. Sure there some Caucasians, Latinos, some Asians and other races here and there but most of the students at this new school of mine were black. Back in Nebraska, I could count their numbers using my fingers. But in here though, they were countless and were the majority. Looking at my white skin, it made me realize more that I was now one of the minorities.

Monday Schedule

Period 1- English Literature (Room 301) 

Period 2- Geometry (Room 305)

Period 3- Chemistry (Room 302)

Period 4- Lunch Break

Period 5- Physics (Room 401)

Period 6- Health/P.E. (Please consult Mr. Harrison.)

Period 7- Calculus (Room 305)

English was my first class and I was a few minutes early. I managed to find the room quickly in spite of the size of the halls and the crowd I had to wade through. "Room 301, here it is", I said to myself then entered the room.

There were already a lot of people inside. As I scanned the room, I saw some geeks, which were mostly Asians, busy playing some card games with each other at the back. On their left, some distance away, were some hippie-looking people, fashioned in bandannas, some strange looking necklaces, and with some individuals wearing scarves and wristbands. They were singing some kind of Indie song while one guy played an acoustic guitar. The rest in the class as you might have guessed were mostly African-Americans. 

"I better find a seat preferably on the side or at the back," I thought. I didn't want to sit near the geeks though, especially when I saw one of them scoop up a booger from his nose then poke someone with it. The hippies' side was also out of the question as I would probably feel out of place sitting close to them. 

After surveying a few more times, I found a vacant seat near the window. Adding to my luck, I saw the girl from this morning. Her name was Mimi from what I recalled. She seemed to be applying some lip gloss while looking at a pocket mirror. While checking her out closely, I saw that she was wearing a white tank top that exposed a lot of cleavage. For her petite figure, her tits were quite enormous and seemed out of place on her body. "How does she walk with those?" I thought, to which she cupped her twin bazookas together and seemingly re-adjusted it as if she heard my question. While glancing at her legs on the other hand, I noticed that she wore a black mini-skirt and had these long white stockings that covered most of her legs. "Damn" was all I could mutter from what I saw. 

As I was about to approach her, a group of three tall black men and two gorgeous chicks, one fine and curvy black girl with a massive ass and a sexy Latina-minx with luscious-looking lips, entered the room and started walking towards the Asian bombshell. I had to make way for them since I was near the door and was blocking their path.

"Marcus baby!" the Asian hottie squealed and quickly stood up from her seat and then ran up to a towering and hulky man who I think stood close to seven feet. Marcus lifted the girl with just one arm up to his face, almost without effort. They then gave each other French-kisses, both of their tongues in each other's mouth waddling about, while at the same time the man's hands were grabbing Mimi's firm butt cheeks and squeezing them. Meanwhile, her arms were locked to his massive neck and shoulders while her legs were coiled on his waist for support. I couldn't help but stare as it was such an arousing scene. A stirring in my groin welled up in me as I imagined myself in place of the tall black man who was passionately kissing the Asian sex-kitten in his arms. It made me so envious but horny at the same time.

The Asian girl saw me looking as she rested her head on the shoulders of the black man. She then whispered something on his ear which made the beastly man look at me. The rest of their group also turned in my direction and looked at me with one tall black man with cornrows pointing at my dick. "What the fuck?!" exclaimed the black man with the cornrows. It was then quickly followed by, "Look he's got a boner," said by the Latina while covering her mouth to stop herself from laughing but to no avail. This caused me a lot of embarrassment as several others from the room also joined in laughter. 

All this time however, Marcus was looking at me in the eyes and smirking as if he was showing to me the huge gap between our social ranks. He was belittling me and I hated every second of it. I loathed it even more so than the laughter around me that refused to die down. But I couldn't do anything. I was powerless. Frozen, I just thought to myself, "I wish this was all just a bad dream."

Filius Ch. 02



[Author's Note: First and foremost, I would like to thank Lillie and Bigg_Mike for editing this chapter and fixing my grammar mistakes. 

Second, to the people who have commented on the first chapter and even sent me feedback and messages on my email. Thank you so much.

Third, to the people who tells me that me and my story suck, that I'm gay and all other craps. Thank you too. Please keep on hating. 

You all inspire me to become a much better writer... and also a much better slacker at work.

P.S.

Always remember this is all just fiction.]

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Chapter II: Amicus

"Settle down everyone. Class is about to start" the old and balding white teacher from earlier told everyone in the class; which made the laughter die down to my relief. Everyone then started settling back to their places and sitting down to their seats. Just as I was about to do the same, however, the teacher pointed to me and said, "Since you're already standing, and you're new in the class, why don't you introduce yourself, young man?"

The people in the class all stared at me. Some of them had neutral expressions especially the hippies sitting at the back. Some of them on the other hand were snickering at me, no doubt because of the recent incident concerning my private part. I decided to ignore them all for the moment as I cleared my throat and started introducing myself. 

"My name is—"

"BONER KID!" interrupted the black guy with cornrows from before which merited a high-five from one of his buddies. This drew a raucous chortling from everyone in the class much to my embarrassment, and to the displeasure of the teacher.

"Later at my office Mr. Jones", the stern teacher scolded. 

The African-American then tried to plead back, "Come on Mr. Wickman, I was just joking", but to no avail. 

"And I am not, Mr. Jones", the school teacher retorted.

"But we have basketball practice—"

"You should have thought of that earlier then."

"Fuck" was the last word I heard the student mutter, as he was being consoled by his buddy Marcus. I was then asked by Mr. Wickman to continue my speech. Again, I cleared my throat and then started speaking. 

"Hello everyone, you can all call me James. I came from a small town in Nebraska..."

This time I found it much to easier to speak as no one dared to interrupt, for fear of reprisal from the teacher. 

"Wow, detention sure does work wonders at any school", I thought to myself.

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"Can anyone here define for me, what is Chemistry? Anyone?" the bespectacled chemistry teacher asked the class and waited for anyone to answer. 

Much to his annoyance, no one even tried. This left him no choice but to answer his own question. 

"Well, Chemistry is the study of the composition of..."

I didn't really pay much attention to the teacher, really. As he kept discussing to the class, my attention was transfixed on Marcus and the ivory-skinned, hot, red-headed girl he was with. They were sitting a couple of rows ahead of me on my left, but I could still see them very clearly. Both of them were doing inappropriate things while the class was going on. There were even a couple of guys who were staring at them like me, but Marcus and the girl didn't seem to notice, or probably just didn't care. 

The black man's right hand was inside the girl's jeans and seemed to be petting something. 

"Damn, he's fingering her", I thought to myself. 

The girl it seemed, was trying to concentrate hard on the lecture but couldn't. She then stared at Marcus and tried to say something, but he just grinned at her and continued touching her. This went for a few minutes, until the girl's face contorted into a look of lust, as she bit her lip and closed her eyes. She then covered her mouth with her hands then buried her face on the table soon after, as if trying to conceal the fact that she came in a midst of pleasure.

"Ms. Hartman is something wrong?" the teacher asked, due to noticing the girl's strange behavior. 

The girl upon hearing this quickly sat back up properly, then replied as if nothing happened. 

"Um, nothing sir. It's just a bit hot in here, that's all." 

The teacher looked at the girl quizzically at first as if sensing something, but decided to just ignore it. He then wrote on the whiteboard and resumed his lesson. The ginger-haired girl then threw a soft punch to Marcus shoulder and muttered something, to which he replied something back while grinning. 

"Damn", I said to myself. 

I was jealous at Marcus. First, he had Mimi, the hot Asian chick, and now this girl. The guy was quite popular with the ladies, and hot ones at that. 

"I hear you, brotha", a classmate of mine who was sitting beside me, with shaved head and who was also an African-American heard me say. 

He had his arms crossed under his chin while laying his head on the table. It seemed to me he also watched the naughty scene a while ago. 

"The name's Chris by the way, Chris Johnson", he introduced himself while lazily offering his right hand for a handshake, while it was still dug under his chin. 

"James Smith, nice to meet you", I shook his hand and replied back. 

I totally ignored the lecture and just decided to talk to him, first out of boredom, and second because he was the first person who was friendly to me. I asked him about the "Ins and Out" in the school. You know, the unwritten and unofficial rules that the school have, but is not listed in the school's curriculum, if you catch my drift. 

For example, I asked about the various cliques in the school, the social rankings, people to avoid, and the hottest girls in campus- typical teenage boys stuff. I even found out that he plays as a point guard for the basketball team, although as a reserve player. Regarding the people to avoid, he told me that there were two groups who were most dangerous and which I should try my best not to encounter and go up against. 

The first group was the 'El Diablillo Rojos' or the Little Red Devils, a high-school offshoot of the infamous 'El Diablo Rojos', a Mexican gang widely known for extortion, drug trafficking, kidnapping women and then prostituting them. The second group, which I was a bit surprised to find out because of their popularity with women and because of their status as athletes, was Marcus' group, who were mostly from the basketball team. 

"Aren't you supposed to be one of them?" I asked Chris figuring that since he is part of the team, he was also a member of Marcus' group. 

To which he replied, "Nah bro, they're assholes" nonchalantly. 

The bell rang soon after which signaled that it was lunch break. Chris invited me to go and have lunch with him and his buddies, and I accepted the offer. As people started leaving the class, I noticed Marcus in the corner in tight lips with the girl he just masturbated a while ago. With his gigantic height, he had to lift the girl up in order for them to kiss each other. As they were making out, the chemistry teacher tried to stop them from doing so. Marcus however turned towards the teacher and glared at him. This along with Marcus' imposing presence, intimidated the teacher and sent him running away scared.

"I think I see now why he should be avoided", I thought to myself.

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The whole cafeteria was jam-packed almost to the point of overcrowding. If it wasn't for Chris inviting me to sit with him for lunch, I probably wouldn't have been able to find a place to eat. Judging from the way people were seated in the cafeteria, it seemed to me that everyone already had a certain territory. I saw the "Asian geeks" from this morning's English class, seated next to the garbage bin and playing a board game. Some rude people however threw some of their food waste at them while shouting profanities and names: "losers, geeks, nerds" The geeks however, just ignored it and continued playing. It was as if they were already used to it. 

"Well, that's where we are eating bro." Chris pointed to a table near the water fountain. 

There were already three people in it. One of them, a blonde girl with pigtails, seemed very familiar to me. When we reached the table, all three looked at me. 

"Guys, this is James", Chris told them. 

One by one, he started introducing his friends to me. Starting from my left was Joshua "Josh" Goldenstein, a chubby Jewish guy with curly hair wearing a kippah. 

"Nice to meet you, James", he said. 

Next to him was a silent Indian guy whose first name is Sidhu, and whose surname I couldn't pronounce properly. There was something creepy about him, especially the way he stared at me, and that he said nothing when he was being introduced. "He's a bit shy, especially when it comes to strangers", Josh said to me as if sensing my uneasiness. Last but not the least was Amanda Clarke, which I quickly noticed was the very same blonde girl I met in the lift this morning. She also seemed to recognize me as she squinted her eyes and pointed at me. 

"Aren't you the weirdo from this morning?" 

"I'm not a weirdo", I quickly countered back. 

"Oh yes you are!"

"No, I'm not!"

"Oh, yes you are!"

"No, I AM NOT!--"

"Wow, it seems you two already know each other", Chris said to us while smiling, ending our little bickering. 

"Oh, he lives in the same building as I do", Amanda replied. 

Josh while unbeknown to the girl looked at me, twitching his eyebrows up and down while giving me a thumb up, as if secretly telling me that Amanda was single. It seemed to me, that he must had some sort of telepathy or something, as he kind of read my mind. That or he just sensed my attraction for the cute goth-looking chick. 

Except for Sidhu who still stared at me, but still didn't speak a word, all of us kept chatting with each other while having lunch. I asked my 'new friends' some questions, and they also asked me some in return, mostly about my family and my life back in Nebraska. I found out that Josh and Amanda are both in the Music track, which means their classes were focused more on music subjects. 

"I play both drums in the school band and in our BAND", Josh said to me while emphasizing the latter "band" in the end of his sentence. 

To which I asked, "What band?" 

He then told me that all four of them: Chris, Josh, Amanda and surprisingly, even Sidhu were all part of a garage band. They called themselves, "No More Monday", and played punk-rock, ska-punk, and some reggae. 

"Chris is on keyboards and sometimes turntable, while Sidhu is on bass guitar and also provides some back-up vocals," Josh explained to me, as I sensed the pride in his voice. 

I found it very surprising however, knowing that Sidhu can sing because I still that haven't heard a single word from him since I came. I was even thinking that he might be a mute, ignoring the fact earlier that Josh told me he was just shy when it comes to strangers. Chris in the band was also something I found remarkable, considering that he also told me before that he played for the basketball team. 

"Amanda meanwhile is our vocalist, lead guitarist, and muse." 

Amanda smirked at the last word while rolling her eyes upwards. She then quickly reiterated, "Queen", while two of her fingers from each hand moved up and down, as if mimicking "quotation marks" for emphasis. This then made everyone laughed. 

"How about you Josh? You play any instrument?" Amanda asked smilingly. 

It was then that I noticed that she had dimples. Under her dark heavy make-up and several piercings that adorned her face; in her ears, eyebrows, nose and lips, belied her sunny disposition and beautiful physical features. I was smitten by her. I think I was in love. 

"So?" she asked again. 

"I can show you mine in private", I hastily blurted out without thinking. 

"What?" she looked at me inquisitively while smirking, her left eye were twitched upwards as if eyeing me curiously. 

I then quickly followed up with, "I mean I would love to learn from you guys in private", hoping she misheard me the first time. 

Thinking about it though, what I just said felt kind of awkward.

"You're really weird", Amanda said to me. For the first time, I think I kind of agreed.

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"So how was school, darling?"

"Great."

After a memorable first day at school, both with negative and positives, I was now back home eating dinner with my mum. She had cooked spaghetti with meatballs, my favorite, which I chowed down sumptuously. 

"Ows wor fers dey", I asked her without minding the stuffed food in my mouth. 

She then gave me an immediate slap to my arm, although lightly. 

"Chew your food properly before talking, young man." 

"Sorry", I quickly apologized. 

I forgot that she was quite strict when it came to table manners, something she inherited from my grandparents. After chugging down a soda to clear my throat, I then asked her again.

"How was your first day?"

She became silent. My mum averted her eyes from me, as she stared somewhere to her left. Knowing her pretty well, I knew then that something happened to her at work. 

"You can tell me anything, mum", I said to her reassuringly while placing my hand on her shoulder. 

She looked at me again and finally opened up.

"There were some guys who tried to hit on me."

I didn't know what to say back at first, as things became quiet for a moment. It was an awkward topic to talk about really, knowing your mum was being hit on by men. I even kind of regretted it a bit that I asked. Still, I decided to break the ice, as I asked her a related question. 

"Was it your co-workers?"

"No, they were customers." 

There was another pause between us. I tried to stare at her eyes, but again she kept on avoiding it by looking elsewhere. I tried to think of something to say to relieve the tension, but to my surprise, she decided to talk first. 

"Just don't your tell dad okay? He already has lots of things to worry about."

I nodded and tapped her shoulder. She then placed her hand above mine, and then gave me her usual smile. It was then that I realized that my mother really loved my father very much. I even kind of wished that my dad was present, so he could have seen how lucky he is to have a loyal and caring wife. As I stood up from my seat, I said to her, "If you need anything mum, just tell me okay?"

"Sure, darling."

I entered my room and immediately slumped on my bed. After I threw my shoes and socks at the floor, I looked up at the ceiling and thought back at the events that happened in the day. I flashbacked first to Marcus and the several girls he had shagged, then to when I was laughed at by everyone and called, "Boner Kid" by one of my black classmates. 

Thinking back to those events quickly infuriated me, as I stuffed my face with a pillow. It was then that pictures of Chris, Josh and even Sidhu while we were in the cafeteria, appeared in my mind, which eased my anger a bit. It made me even start laughing. After that, Amanda's beautiful face appeared. Her blonde ponytails, her metal-chick getup, her petite figure, and her smile caused a particular swelling on my sexual organ. I started imagining her naked while lying on top me.

"Fuck me James", she said to me seductively.

Deciding to use the moment, I reached down my pants and pulled my swollen cock. As I was whacking off, Amanda's face was then suddenly replaced by that of a black man. It was Marcus. 

"FUCK!" I quickly opened my eyes because of it. 

"Honey, is everything alright", my mum said to me while knocking on my door. 

She must have heard me shout as it was pretty loud. 

"I'm okay, mum!" I quickly replied. Looking at my dick, it was still pretty swollen as I haven't ejaculated yet. 

"Damn Marcus, why is it that even in my imagination, you still cockblock me?" 

I decided to browse online for porno since I was still horny and needed something to masturbate to. I typed in the keywords, "hot goth chicks porn", which resulted in hundreds of websites in the search engine. I clicked the one that said, "Metal Sluts" and saw different pictures of naked girls in various sexual acts. Several of them wore piercings on their body and some even had tattoos.

"This will do", I said as I started whacking off.

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Five months ago...

Days passed by quickly, until I realized three months have already gone by. While some people still make fun of me at school, calling me "Boner Kid", especially Marcus' friends, I wasn't treated as a new kid anymore. I just ignored those people though and didn't really pay attention to what they say, because to me, they didn't matter. What mattered to me was having fun with my friends. 

(I'm your mamma, I'm your daddy.

I'm that nigga in the alley.

I'm your doctor when in need.

Want some coke? Have some weed.

You know me; I'm your friend,

Your main boy, thick and thin...)

Within the three months, we hung out and did lots of awesome things together. We listened to music and sang to the tunes of different artists such as Curtis Mayfield, The Beatles, Nirvana, Megadeth, and Sublime while getting stoned from smoking weed. It turned out that Chris' grows cannabis in his room through the use of hydroponics and some artificial lighting. He even sells them to his neighbors, for some quick bucks. It's amazing what you can learn from high school science classes. 

I also saw them play their music for the first time. While they were not great, except for Amanda who really sang exceptionally well, they were not bad; considering they play in garages. They always have to tone it down though, especially when they play at Josh's place. His dad, Mr. Seth Goldenstein, is a man who hated loud music and easily gets irritated by it. There was one time when his dad came back from work early and slept on their coach, without Josh knowing. He was awoken by the loud banging of the drums and the screeching of the guitar. Let's just say, he chased us off with a baseball bat.

"Fucking kids! Didn't I tell you not to play that loud music at my home?"

Sidhu's place on the other hand, much like his character, was eerily quiet. Except when we played Xbox, watched T.V. or listened to music, there was really no one or nothing that made a noise in his house. Even his whole neighborhood was pretty much the same, based from our observations; every time we passed by on our way to his crib. Sidhu's demeanor probably stemmed from him always being alone by himself at home; and being a single child at that. His parents, both doctors who work at emergencies late at night, were usually out when we visit. 

There was one time though, when we managed to catch up with them at their home. His mum cooked us some delicious chicken bits with Indian curry. "Chicken Tikka" was the name of the dish I believed. It being my first time trying Indian food, I could say that it was lovely. Amanda though, didn't seem to like it.

"Sorry but it's too spicy for me."

Speaking of Amanda, I finally managed to introduce her to my mum. While we weren't technically 'together' because I still haven't really told her about my feelings, it was a huge step for me. I brought her to my place one time after school. My mum was washing some dishes at the time.

"Mum, this is Amanda. Amanda this is my mum", I introduced them to each other. 

Amanda then was the first one to speak up, "Hello Mrs. Smith, nice to meet you." 

"Oh, call me Eva, sweetie", my mum replied as she approached my friend. 

They then proceeded to give each other a peck on the cheek. 

"You have a lovely place, Eva."

"Why thank you darling."

Even though Amanda still wasn't my girlfriend, I was nervous as hell. I wanted both of them to like each other, as they were both very important to me. It was a good thing everything went smoothly- not that I was expecting them to fight or something of course. 




Filius Ch. 02



"Mum, we'll just be in my room", I said to my mum as I led Amanda. 

"Okay honey", she replied back. I then noticed her giggle, as she wiped the plates.

"Wow your mum is really beautiful", Amanda said to me as she laid down on my bed, with her arms behind her head. 

She was wearing a black sweater, with black stripes that started from her elbows. It slightly hid the cups of her breast, but which I still noticed. Beginning from her waist on the other hand, she had a pink mini-skirt which beautifully displayed her legs. As she turned to face me, I saw a peek of her panties, which were also black. Gazing at her, it made my penis hard.

"Yeah", I muttered. 

She smiled at me shyly, as if she realized I was gawking at her. She decided to change the topic, to relieve the tension between us. 

"Who's that?" she pointed to my James dean poster taped to the door of my closet. 

"You don't know him?" I replied back while acting like I was offended. 

She shook his head, signaling to me that she didn't. I then offered my hand while she looked at me curiously. She took it and I lifted her up.

"Come, I'll show you." I then led her to the table near my window where my laptop is.

As I showed to her my different clips of James Dean's movies and TV shows, starting from the "East of Eden", she smiled at me as she asked different questions, 

"Who's this actress?" she hovered her mouse on a beautiful woman talking to James Dean. 

"Julia Harris," I then answered her. 

We were both standing up while using the laptop. Since Amanda was near-sighted and had poor eyesight, which she covers up by wearing contacts, she had to lean forward when looking at the thumbnails of some of the clips. Because of this she had to arch her back a bit, which gave me a good view of her ass. It wasn't large, but not too small either. It was pretty and just right for me.

"Rebel Without a Cause", hmmm... Looks bad-ass", she uttered. 

As I was about to click the clip that she said, she reached for the touchpad and accidentally grabbed my hand. This made us stare at each other's eyes. 

"Fuck it", I muttered. I then proceeded to kiss her. 

It seemed to catch her by surprise, as she tried to push me off slightly. As I placed my arms around her waist, I pulled her closer to me. It seems the trick worked as she stopped pushing me. She then placed arms around my neck, and to my delight, proceeded to kiss me back. As our lips were locked unto each other, I opened my mouth a little, and held out my tongue. Then, I began to touch her lower lips with it. Since she didn't pull away, I took it as an invitation, and decided to touch hers. Then magic happened. Hers met mine, and we began exploring each other's tongue. 

I was determined to have her there. I decided to go bold by grabbing the left cheek of her ample ass using my left hand, and squeezing it. My right hand clasped the cup of her right tit over her sweater. I found out that, like her butt, it was not too big, but not to small either. It was just right. 

I probably went too far-- or so I hope I didn't, as she pulled her face away from mine. She then stared at my eyes. Countering this, I stared at hers back. She smiled at this, then bit her lip, and to my surprise placed her head on my shoulder. I proceeded to hug her tightly, then we resumed making out. We got interrupted though, when we heard a knock on the door. 

"Honey!" my mum continued to knock. 

I had to separate from Amanda, who I saw snickering while covering her mouth with her hand. 

"Just a second, mum!" I shouted as she continued to knock. 

I then opened the door and saw her in a white-fitting dress and some black heels. She was also wearing some make-up. Her hair was tied-up in a ponytail. 

"Honey, is everything alright?" my mum asked with a curious look. 

In response, I opened the door wider. 

"Hi, Eva", Amanda waved back at my mum, and then smiled as if nothing naughty was happening between us a while ago.

"We were just watching some videos." I quickly followed up.

My mum still had that discerning eye as she looked at me, then Amanda, as if she tried to detect any hints of subtle and suspicious behavior. It seems she gave up though, as she focused her attention back to me. 

"Well, I just wanted to tell you that I'm going out." 

I then asked back, "Where to?" 

"Oh, my friend at work is having her birthday at her home." she retorted. 

I looked back at Amanda then gave her a signal to wait, as I was going to escort my mum out. It seems she understood as she nodded back. As I was leading my mum out of our unit, she grabbed a long brown overcoat along the way, which was laid on top of the couch. 

"Tell your father when he comes back, that I won't be long. I'll be back by 11," my mum said, then gave me a kiss on the cheek. 

I nodded back and bid her goodbye, then closed the door. 

"Now where was I?" I smiled deviously, as I rubbed my hands together. 

When I turned around however, I saw that Amanda was already standing beside me.

"Sorry but I also have to go", she spoke. 

I was confused so I decided to ask her. 

"What?" I then quickly followed up my first question with, "I mean why?" 

She twiddled her two index fingers together, a mannerism of hers that I knew very well, which told me that she was a bit nervous. 

"Well, it's getting a bit late." 

Her eyes on the other hand, told me that she was also hesitant to leave, as it rolled sideways. 

"Really?" I looked at the clock hanging on the wall in the kitchen. "But it's only seven-forty." 

"My sister will be back home soon. Your dad might also." 

She finally looked at me straight, but I can tell that she was getting more nervous, as she held her fingers in a triangle together; close to her mouth. I was thinking of making another excuse, as I grabbed her hand, but decided not to at the last minute. I didn't want to force her. She stared at me though, probably thinking that I was about to. I opened the door instead and led her out while guiding her. 

There was a moment of slight pause as I let go of her hand. As we stood face to face, we then stared at each eyes. It went on for a few seconds until she decided to break the stalemate. 

She gave a weak smile then uttered, "Really sorry." She then turned and started heading to the lift, leaving me. 

I just stood and watched her wait for the lift. I don't know if she knew that I was looking at her, or if she probably ignored it on purpose. After some time, the bell rang and she entered it. Just as I was about to turn away, I saw from the corner of my eye that she waved goodbye to me. I also did the same to her, as the door to the lift closed down. I then headed inside. 

"Fuck I need a wank!" I shouted. 

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"Son, are you awake?" my dad knocked on the door. 

I woke up with my pants off and my flaccid cock hanging towards my left. I tried to search for my phone on the bed as I wanted to know what time it was, since it was pretty dark and the lights were off. I was still feeling sleepy though and my eyes were half-shut, so I decided to just use my hands in search for it, without looking. Because of it, I had to wade through several of my cum-stained tissues before I even managed to find it. "4:18 AM", displayed the time on my cellphone. 

"Son, are you there?" my dad knocked again. 

"I'm getting up, gimme a sec."

After putting on my pants, I opened the door, and then saw my dad standing. I then said to him, 

"What's the matter?" 

He scratched his head first, and then re-arranged his eyeglasses on his face, until he finally spoke. 

"Did your mum tell you where she went?" 

"She's still not here?" I asked a rhetorical question in return. Thinking back to a few hours ago, as I rubbed my chin, I then remembered what my mum told me. 

"She said she was headed to a friend's birthday party." 

"Did she say what time she was going to come back?"

"Around 11?" I said sounding unsure.

Despite the blurry image, I could still see that my father was worried and tensed. He was looking down at his feet. I touched him on the shoulder, and pushed him off a little to the side, as I made my way out my room. After turning on the lights near the kitchen, I guided him to seat beside me on the couch. It was then that I also noticed that he was a bit drunk, judging from his color and the smell emanating from him. "So have you tried calling her?" I asked, to which he replied with a simple, "Yes".

I went back to my room and grabbed my phone in the bed. After browsing through several contacts in my phonebook, I found mum's number. I then pressed the "Call" icon and waited for some seconds. 

"Hi, this Eva Smith, sorry I can't get your call. Please just leave a message, thanks!" The call went straight to voice-mail. I was now beginning to worry. 

"Mum, if you hear this please call me back." 

I left a message, in the hope that she'll receive it. While a part of me was feeling bothered from her still not being at home at this late hour, and her phone that seems to be turned off, I decided to reassure myself that my mum is safe. 

"She probably just had too much drink at her friend's birthday party, and her friend insisted she stay at their home, out of concern." I thought. 

In regards to her phone, "she probably ran down the battery that's all". I then went back to my dad.

"She probably just had too much drink at her friend's birthday party, and her friend insisted she stay at their place, out of concern," I said, repeating to him what I thought of a while ago. 

My dad didn't say anything back though. He was slumped forward from the couch, while his hands were joined close to his mouth. He just stared at the floor without any reaction. 

I and my dad clearly were not used to this kind of situation. My mum was the kind of person who was always home at these hours. And when she's not, she always calls back to tell us where she is, and when she's going to come back. This was the first time she has managed to stay past this late though. I looked at the clock in the kitchen and it now said "4:52". 

"Probably wait for a few more minutes", I told myself. 

I paced around the kitchen as I waited for my mum to arrive or at least call back. Both didn't happen though. I look at the time, and it was now, "5:14". Now I was really worried. 

"Let's go to the police", I told my dad. It seems he agreed, as he stood up and looked at me. 

"Get the keys." 

"Where is it?" I asked back.

"In the drawer of my bedroom"

As I was about to head out to get the keys however, I heard the buzzer sound on our front door. 

"It's probably her," I told myself.

My dad looked at me and signaled to open the door. So I started walking. When I reached the door, I halted when I heard two voices. 

"So this where you live?" said a masculine-voice. A woman who sounded like my mum then replied, "Yeah."

I was really curious, so I decided not to look at the peephole anymore. After I turned the knob and opened the door, what greeted me however, shocked me. 

"Hi, sweetie", my mum said in a weak voice.

She had smeared lipstick and running mascara all over her face. Her hair was messed-up. Looking at her body, I saw that her white dress was torn. Her right breast was even exposed, which she covered with her left hand. A large, black jacket which was about twice bigger than her body was draped around her. 

Beside my mum, stood a very tall dark man, much taller than I was, with massive muscles that rippled from his white tank-top. He had shaved hair, very strong facial features, and stubble. A large platinum chain, with the word "Loyalty" hung on his neck. The man was holding on to the left waist of my mum supporting her, while she had her right arm on his shoulder. He looked surprised, just as I was. 

"Marcus?" I said, while clearly appalled. 

He then smiled at me back then said, "Hey buddy, what's up?"



Filius Ch. 03



[Author's Note: I would like to thank Lillie, Bigg_Mike, Captain Krunch, Latina, Kekostree and Rex for editing this chapter, providing me story feedbacks and fixing my lousy grammar. I wouldn't have been able to finish this without them.

To the people who have followed this story so far and are continuing to do so, thank you very much. I appreciate all your comments, feedbacks and messages. You all inspire me to become a much better writer.

P.S.

This is a re-edited version of chapter 3. I changed some of the descriptions of the places and added an extra dialogue.

Other than that, the story is still the same as in the previous version.] 

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Chapter III: Inimicus

I stood speechless; dumbfounded at the sight before me. My Mum, near-naked with bruises all over her body, was standing in front of me. Her white dress was now grimy and tattered, torn to expose her right breast that she covered with her palm. Her hair was chaotic, and her make-up was smudged. She was a mess. Judging from the terrible state of her appearance, I felt certain something really bad had happened to her. And I thought I recognized who the possible culprit might be.

Marcus stood next to her, his large hand resting on her waist, as he observed my expression ... and then grinned. He towered over my mother and me. I am friends with persons of different colors; but his being very large, and black, made him an even more intimidating presence. 

On top of this he wore a 'gangsta' get-up consisting of a white tank-top, baggy jeans, his signature white-gold necklace and other "bling-blings" that adorned his ear, wrist, and fingers. At that moment I was absolutely convinced he'd been the one who had hurt Mum -- or at least had had something to with it.

"Honey, is that you?" My Dad called as he approached from behind her. When he reached the door where I stood, he caught his first sight of Mum ... and Marcus, and froze. 

"Oh, darling," my mother turned and ran toward him. She embraced him tightly, crying hard as she buried her face in his shoulder.

"What happened to you, Eva!?" he asked anxiously, patting her head. 

She paused for a moment, as tears continued to trickle from her eyes, and looked up at him. She brushed at the tears and wiped them with her hand, then uttered softly, "I was raped."

"WHAT?!"

My Dad was clearly as shocked, judging from his facial expressions, as I was. While I'd already formed my own idea about what had happened, to hear her say it firsthand was horrifying. 

"Who? Who did this?" He asked shaking her hard by the shoulders, momentarily oblivious of what he was doing. He stopped immediately when she yelped in pain, but kept hold of her shoulders. For a few moments he stood stock still, and gazed down at her in a state of shock. 

"Whoa, easy there fool!" Suddenly Marcus stepped up and made to pull her away from him.

This surprised Dad right out of his catatonic state. He released her and looked up at the young man. Then suddenly he sprang into action. "YOU! You did this!" He pointed angrily at Marcus, who just looked back at him. He stormed toward Marcus, his fist raised over his head, but stopped short when he caught sight of Mum, who'd turned to hug the tall black man, shielding him from Dad. 

"No, Greg! He didn't do this! He's my savior! He saved me!" She cried aloud, as her arms continued to envelope Marcus' waist.

I was stupefied. To see her protecting him from her very own husband, astonished me. And then to have learned that Marcus was actually her savior, completely blew my mind. It seemed I was mistaken when judging him earlier, and I rather regretted my presumption now. 

"Umm ... umm ..." My Dad stuttered as he lowered his arms. He looked at Marcus, and upon seeing Marcus warily meet his gaze, immediately lowered his eyes. He stood quietly again, dumbfounded, scratching his head. 

"I'm sorry Marcus. He didn't know," Mum said as she turned her face to him.

"It's okay, girl. No harm done," Marcus replied in a gruff voice. He stroked my Mum's back as they stood together. 

I tried to think of something to say that would ease the tension. "We should all probably head inside." 

"Yeah," Mum agreed. She led the way, hand in hand with Marcus, and walked toward me. She paused briefly to glare at Dad, when she passed by him. I held open the door and glanced calculatingly at Marcus' colossal figure as they passed through and inside. Dad needed a little coaxing to move; he still had his head down, riveted to where he stood.

"Dad, you coming?" 

His trance broken, he looked at me with embarrassment and regret. "Yeah," he muttered and stepped through. I closed the door. 

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Inside the apartment, it was quiet except for our movements as we found seats in the living room. Dad walked down the hall to the kitchen. I moved to sit close to Mum on the couch. She now had a large blanket draped around her. She slouched against one of the big couch pillows propped behind her, and stared blankly at the floor. Marcus sat sprawled in a plump chair nearby. 

He'd made himself extremely comfortable, resting his feet on top of the coffee table, and looked around the room a bit too nonchalantly. 

"Drink this, it will warm you up," Dad returned from the kitchen and gently handed a cup of coffee on a saucer to Mum. 

She took it without acknowledging him, and I watched as Dad frowned at her little before turning to go back to the kitchen. "Ummm ... Marcus, was it?" He called from behind the kitchen counter.

"What?" Our guest replied. 

"Would you like some coffee?"

"You got any beer, old boy?" He turned to grin at my Dad. 

I found myself at odds with Marcus, disliking him for his boorish behavior during such a sensitive time. It seemed like he was intentionally forgetting his manners. 

Dad seemed irritated too, but I noticed that he hid it under a forced smile. "I've got some Golden Fountain."

"Atta' boy!"

He carried two bottles into the living room, handing one to Marcus and keeping the other. He sat down on the couch. Dad and I now had Mum sandwiched in, one of us on each side, and as we settled down I watched her take another sip of her coffee. 

"Dad, can I have a beer too?"

"No you can't young man, you're not yet twenty-one!" It was Mum who laid down the law this time.

I blushed with embarrassment when I heard Marcus snicker; and thought of pointing out in protest that Marcus was also not yet of legal drinking age, but backed down under Dad's glare. I decided to just bear with the shame. 

Dad reached toward Mum's left shoulder and gave it a massage. "Eva, I've apologized to Marcus and I want to apologize to you. I'm sorry about the incident between Marcus and me. It was a mistake on my part. I was just angry. "So now, can you please tell me how it happened?" He pleaded.

For a few seconds, no one said a word. Mum looked at Dad and he returned her gaze, albeit a little anxiously. We all wanted to give Mum the time she needed.

Finally, she started to speak. "It was around 12. I was out by the curb waiting for a cab," She spoke softly, and took a breather, recollecting. After some more time passed, she continued. "My friend Anna insisted I stay at their house since I'd had a bit to drink, and it was very late. I turned down the offer though, since I wanted to go home to you guys." 

She took a sip of coffee, carefully placing the cup back on its saucer, and then put it on the table. Clearing her throat, she carried on. "While I was trying to hail a taxi, I saw several men in a van shout at me -- some of it sounded like Spanish. I didn't understand, at first. Then I realized they were trying to pick me up. They kept following me as I walked up the street. It made me nervous. So I started running."

Dad took some swigs of his beer, listening intently. 

"They then chased me, as some of them hopped out of the van. I was scared. I tried to scream for help as I ran, but no one heard me. I then saw an alley and ran towards it. But it was a dead end! When I tried to go back, they were already there. It was too late. I thought of calling 911, but then I realized my phone didn't have a battery anymore."

I watched her eyes, sensing she was reliving the same fear as when she had actually experienced those events. 

"One of them, a young Hispanic, approached me and said that if I go with them, they won't hurt me. When I refused, he slapped me hard on the face. I then fell to the ground."

She showed us the mark on her cheek where she'd been hit. It looked tender, and Dad began to lightly caress it. She smiled weakly at him. "I tried to crawl away from them, but he grabbed my hair from behind and yanked it." She pulled her hair in imitation of the act. "I kicked him in the nuts, and threw my cell phone at his face. He dropped to the ground after that. I then continued crawling." 

For some reason, even though the guy in the story deserved it, for hurting my mother, I couldn't help but feel sorry for him. I imagined myself in his place, as he was hit by a kick in the balls, and it kind of caused a phantom pain in my own testicles. I believed the same sentiments were shared by my father, as I noticed him gulped at the description. 

Even though the guy deserved it for hurting my mother, I couldn't help but feel sorry for him. I imagined myself in his place, as he was hit by a kick in the balls; and it kind of caused a phantom pain in my own testicles. I suspected that the same sentiments were shared by my Dad; I'd noticed him gulp. 

"I reached a wall however, and I knew I had no more escape. I saw him get back up, fuming at me. He then rushed at me and punched me in the eye. I was staggered. After that he started tearing of my clothes, while slapping me in the face when I resisted. Four other men then held me in the arms and in the legs, as he took my bra and panties off...." She stopped and began to cry. Tears streamed down her face while Dad tried to comfort her. 

It was getting really emotional, and I didn't think that she could carry on with the story. 

She proved me wrong, as she tried again to speak. "He then... he then..." She stuttered though, and couldn't seem to follow up with more words. Dad continued to stroke her back. Laying her head on his shoulder, she began to muster more of her spirit. "He then molested me ... and I couldn't do anything. So I just closed my eyes, and prayed." She closed her eyes for a while, as if trying to imagine the scene all over again. "It was then that I heard a thud and some gunshots. When I opened my eyes, he was there ..." 

She opened her eyes, and then stared at Marcus, who met her gaze. Father caught this, and he too turned to look at my classmate. "He punched those assholes and shot some of them. They tried to fight back, but he was strong. Really strong!"

I then noticed her smile at Marcus, and watched him return her smile. It was the same one she always gave me. One part of me didn't like her giving it away to him, while another part of me was just glad to see it return to her face.

"When the guy who was raping me tried to shoot him with a gun, he shot him first in the arm. He then grabbed him, and threw him in the air. He was amazing!" 

She beamed with gratitude at him. "When everything was over, he went to me and lifted me up. He then carried me." Her eyes, still a bit teary, now seemed to show flashes of ... maybe something more than grateful admiration. 

I hoped I was mistaken.

"He saved me."

"Any real man would do the same thing, for a pretty woman like you," Marcus replied cheekily. 

I couldn't quite get over how he'd done all of those things for my mum. It wasn't as if I didn't appreciate his help, but it kind of messed with my image of him. Try as I might, I couldn't get beyond my initial impression of him as some sort of barbaric, uncouth, malicious, sex-addicted asshole, even though it seemed I was wrong and that he had a heart after all. 

"We should call the police and tell them about this!" My dad suddenly came to life, slamming his fist angrily on the table, surprising everyone. 

Mum gaped at him with newfound fascination, but countered his decision, saying, "As much as I want to, honey, Marcus said we shouldn't." 

Dad looked confused and scratched his head. "Why?" 

Marcus laughed. 

Dad glared at him. "What's so funny?" 

He stopped chuckling, and eyed Dad somberly. 

His sudden seriousness caught Dad off-guard. I watched him move a little farther back on the sofa. I couldn't blame him though, as I too felt nervous. It was the first time I had observed Marcus with that expression, and he looked downright intimidating.  

"Those mothafuckas got connection with the police, and unless you want them busting their asses in your front door, then I suggest you don't call them."

Dad didn't seem to know what to say, so I volunteered, "How do you know? Do you know them?"

Marcus scoffed. We waited for a few moments, but the silence continued. 

I was about to give up on getting a response, when he spoke up again. "Those sons- of-bitches are called Lil' Red Devils, a Latino gang. They kidnap women, beat them up, get them hook on drugs, and then sell them as sex slaves to wealthy buyers." 

The name sounded familiar, but I couldn't place it. 

"Oh my god!" Mum exclaimed, covering her mouth with her hands. Suddenly it had dawned on her what a very close call she'd had, and how lucky to have been saved by Marcus. 

In desperation, Dad stood up and paced the living room. "So how do we deal with them then, if we can't call the police? We just can't stand here and do nothing! They raped my wife, for crying out loud!"

As Marcus followed suit and stood up, he easily dwarfed the old man. Dad stopped pacing and stood in front of him. Even my mum seemed momentarily spellbound, staring wide-eyed at him while she bit her lower lip.

"I'll deal with them," said Marcus. "We both go back a long way, old boy." He fisted his right hand and slammed it into his left palm, then cracked his knuckles. He meant serious business, and with his formidable physique and the aura of strength emanating from him, we were convinced.

How could we not be convinced? I thought to myself.

"I gotta bounce," he then said. 

This caught Mum's attention. "What, already?" She looked at him with sad eyes and pursed her lips. 

Marcus flashed his pearly-whites at her and pointed to the clock hanging on the kitchen wall. 

"It's six-twenty in the morning, girl."

"Oh." She eyed Dad pleadingly.

He was befuddled, trying to read her body language. "... Do what?"

"You know..." She twitched her eyebrow, and bobbed her head subtly at him. 

It took him a few more seconds until he finally caught on. "Oh," he muttered, and fishing his wallet out of his back pocket, he rifled through its contents. He selected a business card and handed it over. "Here's my card, Marcus. Just call me if you need anything. And I mean, anything...." He stopped to scratch his head. Based from his facial expression, he seemed to shy away from what he felt he had to say next. "Well at least, within my financial boundaries and capabilities of course. You know what I mean," he quipped.

Marcus glanced at the card and placed it in a pants pocket. Then he turned toward Mum and grinned. She in turn smiled brightly at him while running her fingers through her untidy hair, and tucked part of it behind her ear. 

"Oh, I will. You can count on that." He nodded, grinned, and then headed toward the door. About halfway there he halted and walked back toward Mum while his right hand reached inside his front pocket. "I almost forgot. This must be yours." He took out a pink rectangular device and handed it to her.

"Oh my god! It's my cell phone!" 

Yeah, girl. I found it in --"

Before he could finish, she stepped up to Marcus and embraced him. She even dropped her towel, exposing herself. 

"Easy, girl. Easy." He said, smilingly. 

"Okay, that's enough." Dad pulled her away from him. "Weren't you leaving? Like you said, it's already 6 in the morning, right."

I examined the clock, and it said, "6:40." 

"Of course, old boy," Marcus replied. He turned around and departed. 

"Okay, that's enough."

"Take care, Marcus!" Mum shouted, which elicited a retaliatory glare from Dad. "What? I was just saying goodbye." 

They started bickering, Dad clearly jealous, while she in turn made excuses or denied each of his allegations. 

"Look at you, your tit is hanging freely, and then you hug him --"

"My clothes got torn off, right?"

"But you were also staring at him ... and ... and ..."

"No, I wasn't."

Amidst their quarrel, Dad suddenly pointed to me and ordered, "You, lock the door and make sure he doesn't come back in."

"Jesus, Greg!" She exclaimed back.

It was early morning, but the day was already bright. Just before locking it, I turned the handle and cracked open the door to look down the hall. I could see Marcus, about to enter the lift. Before he stepped inside he tore something to pieces and threw it behind his back. It seemed to be a small piece of paper ... but I couldn't tell for sure. The doors of the lift closed. I stood, peering outside for another moment. There was nothing more to see, so I closed and locked the door. 

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"Yaawwwnnnn!"

"Seems like you must have had a crazy night."

"You have no idea."

My first class was English. I sat, waiting for class to start, talking with my best friend Chris, and yawning incessantly. After Marcus had left this morning, I'd had to prepare for school immediately. I hadn't wanted to go, but Dad had insisted.

"Go to school, James."

"But Dad, I don't feel like it. And besides, I want to take care of Mum. I'll just stay at home."

"It's alright. I'll be taking care of her. I won't go to work today."

"But Dad..."

"GO TO SCHOOL, NOW!" 

Speaking of Marcus, it was unusual that he wasn't present today. He was usually early, as he always likes to hang around with his friends and make-out with the hot girls in the class, before the teacher comes in. Even his usual cronies and bevy of hot chicks were nowhere to be found. 

Well, except for Mimi, who was sitting all alone on a chair while sucking on a lollipop lasciviously. She wore her hair in a sort of Anime-inspired look: a short frizzy bob tinted with brown highlights. She had on a pink boob tube that wonderfully accentuated her gigantic rack. It seemed to be too tight for her, or maybe she intentionally wanted her boobs to appear as though they were struggling to stay inside. To complete the look, she wore a black micro mini-skirt and a pair of high heels. 

"Yo! Where you going, bro?"

"Just want to find out about something," I told Chris.

At first she seemed not to notice my approach, as she continued to suck and lick her lollipop. It was making me hard watching her. I imagined her sucking the tip of my manhood instead, her small hands holding the shaft of my penis while playing with my balls. I woke up from my fantasy when I saw her bite the lollipop. 

"Hi Mimi, how's it going?"

She looked at me, checking me out from head to toe, and then turned toward me slowly while shifting to cross her leg. If she was wearing any undergarments, they were the sheerest ever designed, as far as I could tell!

"What?" She asked, arching her eyebrow. 

"I just wanted to ask you about something." 

"Well, if you're here to ask me for a date, let me just say that I only date guys with big cocks. And judging from your looks, even though you're kind of cute, you don't seem to have much in that department."

I felt burnt down to a crisp. I decided to soldier on, swallow my pride, and just ask her what I'd come over to inquire about. "Ummm ... no. I just wanted to ask you about Marcus. How come he's not here? Is he coming to school today?" 




Filius Ch. 03



"Oh. I don't know. And I wished I knew, you know? I wore all these things for him, but he's not even here to appreciate it." She pouted while looking at her two prodigious marshmallows and cupping them together. I watched and drooled, but luckily she didn't seem to notice.

Heading back to my seat, I quickly halted when I heard her yell behind me. "Wait! I think I know where he went to."

"Well?" I turned around.

"He said that he and the boys were going to prepare for something tonight. And something about devils." While Mimi wasn't sure what she was talking about, it was clear enough to me. Marcus was really going to honor his promise to us. 

"I wished he could have just told me. I would have dressed up as a slutty devil and -- " 

Chris stared at me oddly, as I sat back down next to him, his arms on the table tucked under his chin. He grinned and moved his eyebrows up and down, wanting me to spill the beans.

"What?" 

"And here I thought you had a thing for Amanda. Or are you going for the Asian babe now?" He countered my question with a question.

"Ummm ... no. I just went over there to ask her something."

"To fuck her? It's alright, bro. It's our secret. We're men. To tell you the truth, I fucked her too before."

"Really?" 

"Yeah, last year in the basketball locker room." 

"Wow...."

For a moment, I felt jealous; firstly because that meant he must have a large-sized member while I only had one of average size ... or so I gathered. And secondly because he'd managed to score with a sexy, hot girl like her. I quickly got over it though. After all, he's my best friend.

"I mean, no. I asked her about Marcus." 

"Marcus? Why? What do you want to know about that asshole?" 

There were only five minutes left before Mr. Wickman would arrive and class would begin. So I decided to briefly tell him about the incident. "Well, last night, my Mum --" 

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"Damn, bro! For her to experience that. I'm glad to know she's okay, though."

"Yeah."

We were now in line at the food service area, waiting our turn to be served by the canteen crew. Ever since I'd recounted what happened, Chris hadn't stopped yapping about it. At this particular moment I didn't mind, as we were on a long queue and it helped to pass the time. 

"But damn, Marcus' saving her and doing all those shit. I still can't believe it."

"Yeah, me too bro."

There were now only five people ahead of us, as I watched one chubby kid with glasses furthest in front, left with his tray full of food. I was really getting hungry. I'd skipped breakfast.

"You should be careful though. Marcus probably will expect some sort of payment."

"What do you mean?" 

"You know, with her good looks, plus Marcus' reputation, and the fact that he saved her. Put all those things together...."

He was right, of course. It was too good to be true, for Marcus to have done it purely out of altruism, especially when one considered his character. And he was at this moment getting ready to deal with the people who had raped her: the "Little Red Devil" gang. A cold sweat trickled down my forehead as a scene flashed on my mind.

"Wow, honey. You really dealt with them, just like you promised."

"It's how I roll, girl."

Mum lay in bed wearing a white silk see-through negligee and no underwear except for some grey stockings on her legs, laced to a black garter belt. I could even see her large round breasts through the sheer fabric, the shape of her hard, pink nipples poking up freely under her negligee. Her nylon-covered legs were parted widely, and I noticed her puffy pussy with a trimmed bush. 

She posed on the bed, her head and back supported on her elbows so she laid half upright, watching Marcus. He stood in front of her completely naked, displaying his well-built muscles, toned six-pack abs, and massive chest. He moved onto the bed and sat in front of her cross-legged Indian-style, so she could readily see his monstrous staff, fully erect, with veins visibly pulsing. 

He smiled at her as he gazed hungrily at her beautiful face, her perky and wild jungle tits, and her exposed beaver. She drank in his body with her eyes in return, particularly his elephantine pole. She was even licking her lips, anticipating that he was going to be a delicious meal.

"I know, sweetie. And it's time for me to show you how I roll." 

She stared at him and smiled seductively before springing up, tigress-like, and diving for his black cock. Her mouth engulfed it, and she bobbed up and down, sucking voraciously on as much as she could fit inside. Her hands encircled and stroked the rest of his fat dick simultaneously.

"Yeah, that's what I'm talking about, bitch!" Marcus held her head with his two hands, as she continued to suck him noisily. 

Sssllurrrppp...

Sssllluurrrpp...

Sssllluuurppp...

"Relax, bro. I was just kidding. You should have seen your face!"

His words startled me from my stupor. I'd been staring blankly at Ruby Hartman, a red-haired girl from my chemistry class, while she slurped loudly on a Wet Dreams Frosty and chatting with some other cute girls at a nearby table. 

"Fuck you, Chris!" I cursed at him. It was a terrifying scenario which I couldn't recount, not even to him. Instead, I just grumbled and let him continue to tease and laugh at me. The hunger pangs were getting insistent, as my stomach continued to growl. I hypothesized that my being famished might have had something to do with my hallucination.

"... Next!" The fat canteen lady shouted. 

Finally, our turn! 

I could probably eat a live cow ... or even her, whole, I thought, salivating, and pointed at the different goodies lined up on the food counter. 

"I want this, and that, and that ..." 

"Yo, slow down bro," Chris said to me laughingly, patting me on the shoulder.

She handed me a carton of orange juice, then deposited a serving of mashed-potato, a side dish of some ugly-looking-but-supposedly-healthy macaroni salad, and two small pieces of fried chicken wings. No cookies, no prawn salad, no potato chips, nor any of the beef stew. 

"What the fuck!?" I exclaimed, loudly enough for her to hear. 

She pointed to a sign pasted inside the glass: 

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"Only athletes and those holding special-passes are allowed to get additional servings and pick the food choices they want, outside of the recommended and standardized meals, as set by the School Nutritionist."

-Mrs. Jackielyn del Gado, Physician and Nutrionist, St. Aha-Aha High School

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"It's alright, you can have mine, bro. I'm not that hungry." 

Chris and I switched food trays. His was similar but with bigger portions and an additional dessert: yoghurt with some slices of mixed fruit in a large cup.

"Alright Chris, I forgive you for earlier."

We grinned and chuckled together as we headed to our table.

"... Next!" The canteen lady shouted.

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"Hey, brothas!"

"Hey Chris. 'Sup James." We sat with Sidhu, Josh, and Amanda. Sidhu, his usual quiet self, was chowing on some spicy-looking meat curry with white rice. Josh, his polar opposite personality-wise, alternated between munching on his sandwich and chatting avidly with Chris. They immediately busied themselves talking about some dream MMA fight, in which I had no interest.

"Silva is the best middleweight in the world, man. No one can beat him!"

"Not really, I know who can...."

Every time I tried to stare at Amanda's eyes, she just either averted her gaze towards her mixed-sushi or to our two friends who were now arguing with each other. It was like she didn't want to talk to me.

"GSP? For real? Man, Silva will whip his ass with just one kick to the head."

"GSP...." We heard a voice with a heavy Indian accent. 

Chris and Josh stopped mid-sentence, and we all stared at Sidhu. I was sure his was the voice we'd heard speak, but now that our eyes were turned to watch him, he simply ate his food nonchalantly, and soon doubts of having witnessed such a phenomenon began to creep in. A moment later, the two boys continued with their friendly banter.

"I'm telling you man, GSP, as good as he is, is just some sissy, lame-ass, white boy compared to Silva."

"Yeah? And Silva is just some Brazilian black pussy who only knows how to kick."

While our friends' argument started to heat up, I caught Amanda staring at me. Again, she quickly turned away when I tried to return her gaze. I decided to ask her directly. "So, are you going to talk to me? Or will you just continue to ignore me?" 

Chris and Josh, upon hearing me, again halted their banter, and focused on us. 

"So?" I asked her after a few moments of silence. Still there was no reply. She continued to stare off to her left, avoiding my gaze.

"Oooohh, are you guys having a lover's quarrel?" Josh quipped, eliciting a laugh from Chris.

"Fuck you, Josh!" Finally she spoke! 

"Looks like we hit the sweet spot. Kapow!" Chris added merrily.

This time, she finally responded. But first, she sighed. "Alright, alright. Geesh..." She pointed to the door leading out to the courtyard. 

I nodded back. We stood up to leave the guys, only to turn and see Chris and Josh face-to-face with each other with only a few inches between them. Their lips were pointed to each other, as if they wanted to kiss each other, their eyes keyed in our direction. She lifted her middle finger and flipped them the bird. They chuckled hard. Even I was amused by both at them ... and the graceless, crude ... yet adorable blonde I was with. 

"I told you she was going to get mad," I heard Josh say. 

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We stepped outside into the bright, hot sun; unusual weather considering it was already November. We chose a bench side-by-side under a large tree that people called the 'Tree of Heaven' or 'Tree of Hell', depending on whom you asked. Not that I really cared much right then; whatever it is called, I was just glad it provided shade. We sat and observed the other people hanging out and walking around the courtyard. 

"Do you like me?" I broke the ice.

"Of course I do, but..." She hesitated.

"But ... what?" I turned to her.

"But we are friends, and—"

"So you don't like me?"

"No, silly. I mean yes, but I was just surprised for you and me to like each other—"

We stopped talking briefly, our attention caught by two beautiful girls a short distance away: a sexy black girl with cornrows and luscious lips walked hand-in-hand with a Middle-Eastern chick with impeccable eyes and gorgeous brown skin. I narrowed my eyes: they were being followed closely by two suspicious-looking guys. The first was a skinny black fellow, also with cornrows, who held in his hand what seemed to be a video recorder. The other one I recognized as the same chubby four-eyed kid in the canteen a while ago. 

I turned to face her, deciding I couldn't take any of the suspense any longer. I reached up and held her chin with my hand, then leaned in and pressed my lips to hers. She pushed me off, flabbergasted. But then it was my turn to be so, as she grabbed my head and kissed me back. 

"So you do like me!" I gasped as we halted to catch our breaths. 

"Shut up."

We continued making-out, our lips tight together, and our tongues exploring each other's mouths for quite some time. We had to stop when the school bell rang. 

"Just don't cheat on me, alright? My ex-boyfriend did ... a lot, and I don't think I would be able to handle it again." The way her eyes looked spoke volumes. I knew the feeling quite well, as my previous girlfriend back in Nebraska had cheated on me with my former classmates, some whom I'd considered my friends. 

"Yeah, me too."

"Your ex-boyfriend also cheated on you?"

"NO! I mean my ex-girlfriend." 

She was joking of course, but I still corrected her. She laughed at me hard, showing me her very cute dimples. After that, she gave me a soft kiss on the cheek. "Just kidding, boyfie."

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"Hi Mum!"

"Hi, honey. How was school today?"

"Great!" 

After school Amanda and I told the guys that we'd just officially become couples. I'd thought that they would be surprised; but I was quite mistaken. In fact, Chris, Josh, and even Sidhu had made a $100 bet as to when we would do so. And to my astonishment, Sidhu won. Amanda had then given them each a slap in the face for their audacity, to which they had all just chortled.

"Where's Dad?" 

Mum sat with her chin on the top of the couch, while her arms rested underneath it. By now the bruises and swellings were beginning to heal, though many were still visible on her face and body. Her feet paddled up and down slowly on top of the coffee table. She seemed quite bored, as she stared at me, while I sat on a chair in the kitchen. "Still at work," she answered back indifferently. 

I speculated, based from the tone of her voice, that they probably had a fight over it. "I thought he said he wasn't going to work today."

As expected, she didn't answer back. She changed the topic. "Anyway, you seem very happy. Anything good happen in particular?" She enquired, eyeing me inquisitively. 

My mother had a knack for knowing when something eventful - good or bad - happened to people, especially those she cared about. Like when Dad had gotten fired ... she'd known automatically what had happened; well, plus he'd come home drunk even though it was early morning. And once when our fifty-year-old neighbor back in Nebraska had screamed for joy, my Mum perceived immediately that she'd found out she was finally pregnant. And last year when I'd come home after school crying, she'd already discerned that I'd broken up with my ex. 

"Well?" She asked again.

"Nothing really. I just hung out with my friends, that's all." I replied, trying to act as cool as possible. 

"Ooookaaayyyy ... " she phonated emphatically, and leered at me, then smiled. Obviously she wasn't buying it. There was no escaping her. "By the way, I didn't get to cook, as your Dad didn't want me to leave the house for groceries." 

I opened the fridge and found out that there was nothing to eat except fruit, and a half-eaten burger on a plate, probably leftover from Dad's lunch. 

"Then what are we going to eat for dinner?"

"Oh, don't mind me. I'm not hungry. But you could try calling the fast food place in that flier over there." She pointed to a colorful leaflet resting on top of the counter near the sink. I took it, and after a quick scan recognized what type of cuisine they were offering.

"Mexican Food?"

"Yeah, your Dad saw it in the mailbox. It's supposed to be some new fast food in Buckhill."

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Coño Caliente Mexican Fastfood and Delivery

(Mondays to Saturdays: 8am-to-2am

Sundays: 9am-to-10pm) 

Try our Picantelicious Tacos

(It's so hot, it will make you drool!)

Delivery Hotline: (695) 555-XXX-XXX

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"I guess it's better than nothing." I dialed and waited. 

After several rings, a man with a distinctive Latino-accent answered. "Hola! Thank you for calling Coño Caliente. May I take your order?"

"Umm ... yes. I would like to order one Picantelicious Taco with extra Cheesy Salsa Dip ... one Black Beanie Burrito ... Cheesy Splooge Roll-up, and a large Nookie Cola." 

"Sí! Sí! Will that be all, señor?"

"Yes."

"Can you give me your address, señor?"

"It's Unit 6 on the 8th floor, Double Rainbow Apartment, 69 Gate Avenue, in Hardrock Heights."

"Sí! Sí! Expect your order within 30 minutes señor, or I'll kill our delivery guy if he doesn't. Gracias for calling Coño Caliente."

There was nothing for it but to wait until my food arrived, so I sat with Mum on the couch. She was watching some soap on T.V. called "Amorous Housewives", or something like that, about a group of horny wives and their various sexual escapades with different men and women, including each other. In this particular episode, a brunette bombshell and a muscular black guy spooned with each other on the bed.

(That was great baby.)

(Yeah, you made me cum twice!)

(You were an animal!)

(I know. Am I not always?)

(I love you baby.)

(I love you too, Dianne.)

I looked over at Mum, who seemed deeply engrossed. She stared, biting her left thumb, transfixed. As I ogled her, I discovered that she was wearing her favorite white silk, see-through negligee - the very same one in my fantasy that I'd had standing while in line at lunch. Only now she wore a black bra and panties underneath, and no garter-belt laced stockings. It was kind of pervy for me to be musing about it, yet I couldn't help thinking she still looked amazing and sexy ... just like in my imagination.

(What the fuck is happening here?)

(Roger, wait, I can explain!)

(It is what it is, my man. Your wife and I are lovers.)

(WHAT? I'll fucking kill you!)

(Roger, wait!)

(B-BANG!!)

(ROGER!!)

(Come on Dianne, we don't need that fool.)

I heard a knock on the front door. At last, my food had arrived.

"Coma tose, espero que tenga."

"What?"

A bespectacled fat kid with a reversed-black cap on his head, a red shirt that said 'Coño Caliente We Serve Your Tacos Hot!', and khaki brown shorts stood in the doorway holding a large brown paper bag. "Cut me some slack, dude. I flunked my Spanish class last year and I have to retake it again this year." He handed me the food. 

He seemed very familiar, and a scene flashed in my head. He had been following the gorgeous black girl and the pretty Middle-Eastern girl in the courtyard. "Wait, I remember you! You were one of the guys sneaking behind those two girls during lunch break."

"Sshhh ... that's top secret. And yeah, they were lesbians," he asserted. 

I got a bit curious. He seemed to be a very interesting guy. So I decided to find out if he was in the same grade. "Are you a senior?" 

"Nah, I'm a junior. I was actually supposed to be a senior this year, but then I had to repeat a grade again." 

"So, do you know ... Marcus Williams?"

"Of course, everybody knows that asshole." He replied with emphasis, which delighted me. 

"My name is James, by the way." I offered my hand for a shake.

"Crabbe . And yeah, it's a strange name. You don't have to tell me."

I tried to think of more things to talk about, but my stomach growled, which told me I really needed to eat. So instead I asked my new friend how much I owed. "Well, anyway, how much is my food?"

"Its $7.50 including the delivery cost, but not the delivery tip." 

He opened one hand and showed me the receipt, while rubbing his fingers together on the other. It was very cheeky. But I understood.

"Just stay there for a sec." I told him, as I closed the door partway. I placed the delivery on the kitchen table and walked over to Mum who was now watching a new show. I tapped her on the shoulder. 

"Mum, can I get 10 bucks?"

"Sure, honey, let me just get my purse." She stood up and entered her room, while I hovered outside. After some time, she emerged and handed me a ten-dollar bill. "Here you go." 

"Thanks Mum."

I widened the door more than necessary, as I handed Crabbe the payment. "Well, here's $10." 

"Puta Santo del Christo! A MILF!"

He suddenly gave a low whistle, while gawking at something behind me. I turned around and realized he was ogling my mum. I had to agree she was a sight to behold. We watched her hips sway as she strolled toward her room with an apple in hand. Due to her injuries, or maybe because she was just clumsy, she accidentally dropped the fruit on the floor. We watched her bend down to pick it up, hoisting her bountiful ass in the air and displaying her black panties to us. 




Filius Ch. 03



"Are you tapping that ass, dude?" He leered at me, grinning like the Cheshire Cat. 

I was well aware that my Mum was an alluring woman ... a lot people had mentioned it including Chris, Josh, and even Amanda. Chris and Josh had even admitted to having a crush on her. Even I, her own son, found her stunning. But thinking about her in a sexual way was a line I wouldn't allow my mind to cross. I found it repugnantly wrong. 

"What the fuck? She's my mum." 

"So? I would have, if she was mine."

"Just listen to yourself. That's sick."

"If she was my mum, I'll be riding her juicy ass all night long." He then imitated boinking her doggy style, while slapping an imaginary version of her butt-cheeks.

So much for making a new friend, I thought, getting pissed, and I pushed him back out into the hall. "Get the fuck out, sicko! And keep the change," I barked, closing the door. 

Undeterred, he knocked, clamoring for me to open the door again. "Wait dude, open the door! I forgot to give you the special sauce."

"I'll call your boss, if you don't stop!" 

"It's for free! I'm sure your mum will like it." He persisted again.

"That's it! I'm dialing your shop now!"

That did the trick. He finally left, as I heard nothing more from him.

"Honey, what was that?"

"The delivery guy was just offering some free special sauce."

"Well, did you take it? I would have, if I knew it was free." She cocked an eyebrow.

"Nah, I'm good."

She didn't probe for more information. "Okay, I'm going to sleep now, alright. So don't bother me, unless it's important, as I really need my rest."

"Sure."

"Good night, sweetie." After blowing me a kiss, she closed the door. I turned on the TV and started munching hungrily away at the tacos.

(Horny? Lonely? Tired of giving yourself, self-love? Try our new inflatable—)

(I'm federal agent Jack Offer, and today is the longest day of my life.—)

(Crikey! Did you just see that alligator—)

(Life with you could never be boring. Claire Cornhol Waldeaf, will you—)

(Baby, baby, baby ohh ... I thought you'd—)

I browsed through the channels, but found nothing good to watch. So I just opted for one of the news channels. At least I'll learn something. Even though, of course, most of the stories in the news are lies and full of crap, I thought to myself. 

(Ten...den...den...ding...ding...ten... )

(Good evening fellow Brooklynians. My name is Andra Resme.)

(And my name is Dick Harden.)

(Welcome to News 69 Brooklyn, were we bring you all the guzzling news, like it happened right at your doorstep.) 

(For our first top story tonight, our U.S. President Derek O'Hammer has just signed...)

Just as I was going to press the off-button in the remote, something caught my interest: a flash news report came on-screen.

(This just in. According to our sources, a gang-related massacre happened in the vicinity of Bushwick, leaving twelve people dead and two critically injured. Witnesses say that it was a fight between a Latino gang called 'El Diablillo Rojos', infamously known for extortion, illegal human trafficking, and sex trade; and a group of five unknown African-Americans. 

There are as yet no known motives for the fight. Our field reporter, Suzy Sackboyles is in with the Brooklyn Chief of Police, Enriquez Morales.)

A cold shiver ran down my spine. 

(Hello, everyone, I'm with the Chief of Police, Mr. Enriquez Morales right now. Hello sir.)

(Thank you, Suzy. I'm a big fan, and I must say you're really beautiful, especially in person. And quite hot too.)

(Thank you, sir. Ummm...)

(Are you by any chance free tonight?)

(Yes, but umm... Can you please tell us who the other group might be? )

(As of now, we don't know exactly yet. But you can be sure, and the same goes to all my fellow Brooklynians out there, that we will catch them, and then apprehend them as soon as possible.)

(But sir, there were some witnesses who said that this other group were some sort-of heroes. They said that these men attacked the El Diab...billi—)

(El Diablillo Rojos)

(Yes, the El Diablillo Rojos. They also said that this other group, a group of African-Americans, freed some of the women that were held captive by the El Diablillo Rojos. What can you say about that?)

(Let me just tell you one thing, and one for thing for sure, these group of blacks are no heroes! They are enemies! They're a menace! A menace to society! United States of America doesn't need vigilantes! Brooklyn doesn't need any vigilantes either! )

(Ummm... sorry. Please continue.)

(If we reward these sort-of activities, then it will inspire more people to the same. Next thing you know, kids will be buying guns and shooting each other. It will create chaos! So leave it to us, my fellow Brooklynians. Leave it to us to apprehend the criminals! Leave it to us to keep your streets safe!)

(Wow... god...)

(So can I take you to dinner now?)

(Ummm...yes.)

(Well, let's get coming... I mean going.)

I turned off the T.V. and went to my room. As I lay in bed contemplating the news, I realized my opinion of Marcus had finally turned a corner and I now saw Marcus in a new light. Before, he'd seemed nothing more than a selfish, uncivilized, bad-natured individual, with only sex on his mind. But now that he'd saved my mother, and revenged her rape, he'd won me over and I vowed that the next time I saw him I'd thank him face-to-face, and try my best to become friends with him.

("Yess ... ahhh ... yes ...")

I heard strange sounds, coming through the walls from the next room.

("God ... that feels good, baby. There. Right there ...")

("Ahh ... fuck. I'm about to cum honey ... just a little more ...")

Is she having sex with Dad? I hadn't heard anyone come through the front door. 

("Fuck! I'm cumming baby! I'm cumming! I'm cumming, Marcus!")

I shuddered, and then froze. Multiple thoughts flooded my mind. 

...Marcus?



Filius Ch. 04



[Author's Note: As usual, I would like to thank my editors: Bigg Mike, Captain Krunch, Rex and Latina. Without them, this chapter would have been just stuck in my mind. So give them a round of applause.

Next, to those who comment on the chapters, suggest things, and even send me messages on my email, thank you. I appreciate all of that. You guys are one of the major reasons why I continue this story.

Anyway, always remember, this is all just fiction.]

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Chapter IV: Epulo

(Ahhmm ... fuck. Ahhh ... you are so good, Marcus.)

As my Mom's panting and dirty talk continued, I contemplated whether I should just bust into her room. But the fear of seeing her naked and in the arms of Marcus held me back. I still didn't want to believe she'd had the audacity to cheat on my father. To make it worse, she did it with my classmate: a guy the same age as her own son. 

I know he's your lifesaver and everything, but why, Mom? Why?

Just then I heard the front door open, followed by footsteps.

"Honey, I'm home."

It's Dad. The situation was clearly heading from bad to worse. If he sees Mom with Marcus, there will be a riot.

I got up off of my bed and started pacing in circles around my room, trying to think of a way to avert the situation. Nothing came to my mind. I froze at the the creaking sound of my mother's bedroom door as it was opened.

"Jesus, Eva!" I heard my father exclaim. It was too late.

"What the fuck are you doing?"

"Ummm...."

"Why are you naked?"

"Well...."

"And what's with the apple?"

Apple?" 

"Well, Greg. If you must know, I was masturbating."

"I can see that. But doing it with an apple? Jesus."

"Well, if you were fucking me from time to time, I wouldn't have needed to resort to this."

"Are we having this argument again? I'm tired, Eva."

"Tired from what? Drinking?"

"Yes, drinking. So that at least for a moment, I could forget all of our problems and all of your whining—"

That seemed to be the last straw. The next thing I knew, I was listening to a scuffle. 

"Get your hands off me!"

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to say that."

Mom kept shouting, and Dad kept apologizing. And then I heard things being thrown. 

"Ouch! Hey that was an apple!"

"Do you want something bigger? How about this lamp shade then?"

"No! Please, I'm sorry."

"Get the fuck out!"

"Where am I going to sleep?"

"Sleep on the couch!" 

"Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned," I muttered.

The door was slammed hard, after which Dad Mombled something I couldn't understand, and then I heard his footsteps as he walked away. Meanwhile, sniffles and sobs emanated from within the room.

Lost amongst all of the confusion was any mention of the name my mother had mentioned while busy pleasuring herself. It was the same name of a person, who until some moments ago, I had convinced myself to see in a new light. While he hadn't directly caused any of these incidents, the sterling image of him grew tarnished and I found myself once again detesting him.

I crawled back into bed. "Marcus...." I whispered dejectedly. I closed my eyes and drifted to sleep.

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A growling pain in the vicinity of my stomach awakened me. As lay clutching my abdomen a warm sensation tingled within my rectum, followed by tepid air erupting out of my anus, accompanied by a strong and intense sound. 

"Prrrttrrrtt.... Damn Mexican food!" I cursed under my breath after accidentally inhaling some of the foul-smelling gas. Now I had one more good reason to hate Crabbe, the horny sex-freak who'd delivered the food last night. 

After stretching my arms and yawning, I looked at the clock on my phone: 7 am, time for me to eat breakfast and prepare for school. I stood up and walked out of my room...

The familiar smell of crisp bacon and fried eggs greeted my nostrils. It was refreshing compared to the revolting odor I had inhaled a few seconds ago. As I approached the kitchen, I saw that Mom was indeed cooking Dad's favorite breakfast. But Dad was nowhere to be seen.

"Where's Dad?"

"Work," she replied laconically, giving out no further details. 

Must be regretting their fight last night, and wanted to make amends by cooking breakfast for him. But of course, he left early for work, I reasoned to myself. I watched her dish up the bacon and eggs from the skillet, and then signal me to come into the kitchen. "Here's your breakfast, honey."

I sat on a chair at the table as she handed me the plate. Just as I was about to dig in, my stomach grumbled again. It made me clench my tummy. 

"Uhhh..."

"What's the matter, honey?" she said worryingly. 

I gazed at her, mutely trying to send her signals that I was in distress and in no condition to answer. She just looked at me, uncomprehending, so I muttered, "Coño Caliente."

"What?"

She didn't say anything more, but instead went straight to the bathroom. When she returned, I noticed she had a small cylindrical container in her hand. She popped the lid open, and took a white tablet.

"Take this. It will make you feel better." 

Probably an antacid. I took her advice, swallowed it and then reached for a glass of water from the table.

"Better just stay at home today, honey." She smiled. After that, she walked back again towards the bathroom.

Yeah... I guess.

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I lay on the couch, watching some morning tv show called 'Wakie from Hal', having decided not to go to school today after all. I wasn't really feeling well, and Mom had insisted. She had left about fifteen minutes ago, wearing a pink-and-black-striped tracksuit. When I had asked her where she was going, she'd answered, "I'm just going for a run in the park. I haven't done so lately."

"Why aren't you going to the diner?" Why aren't you going to work like you usually do around this time?

She'd frowned and averted her eyes. "Your father doesn't want me to go to work at the diner anymore." She looked quite sad as she left, and I felt I could understand why. 

She'd told me that she really loved the work and had already made lots of friends there. But then again I could understand why Dad forbade her. Ever since Mom's 'incident', he had been cautious, to the point of being overprotective, and this most likely irked her. I imagined they had argued heavily about his decision.

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I was getting bored. I thought of going out, but ultimately decided not to; I couldn't think of any place to go to. Besides, I was still reeling in from the effects of my upset stomach. Instead, I just took a nap.

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"Honey, are you awake?"

"Wha—What?" I was suddenly awakened by my mother's voice from the kitchen. I struggled as I tried to sit up, and felt dizzy. I took a few moments to get my bearings and then turned to face her.

"Can you pass me a beer, please?" Her request seemed highly unusual, as she was just a few steps away from the fridge. Also, the way she looked at me while leaning on the counter, her tongue curled toward her upper lip, seemed strange. I ignored the nagging thoughts in my head and settled on helping her out ... perhaps she was just very tired from jogging. 

"Here you go mu—Mom!" I dropped the beer: Mom was standing with her track pants and panties down to her ankles, while a naked, heavily-muscled black man sporting a thick and erect penis, had his face directly beneath her pussy. He lounged on the floor, with his back leaning against the counter. 

"Careful with that beer, dog!" I watched Marcus jam two of his fingers into my mother's opening, and drill them back and forth inside of her. He paused long enough to grab the beer can as it rolled across the floor toward him. After opening it, he started chugging down its contents. 

"Come on darling, my pussy's waiting."

"Ooommppp ... oommppp ... let me finish this first, bitch."

"Oh, sorry."

"Ooommppp ... ooommmppp ... ahhhh.... Hits the spot!"

I was stunned. I froze. 

"Now, where was I?" Marcus tossed the beer can across the kitchen.

"I think you were on the part where you're eating my pussy?"

"Oh, yeah ... yeah ... let me eat that fucker up." He started gobbling on her cunt like it was some kind of pie. His long tongue pierced in and out, while his mouth nipped at the fleshy folds. At the same time, he probed her ass with a finger, wiggling it around inside. 

"Ahh ... god. You're so fucking good, baby!" 

"Schlurrp ... glummp ... nomnomm ... nomnomm ... schlurpp...."

"Oww ... Yes! Yes! Eat my pussy!" Based on her expression and the sounds she was making, she was loving every second.

"Nomnom ... schlurppp ... glummpp—"

"Owww ... fuck! Owww ... fuck!" 

Suddenly, Marcus halted. 

"Wait—why did you stop?"

"I want another beer."

"Oh," she muttered, clearly upset. She eyed me, and pointed to the fridge.

"Can you get this stud some more beer, honey?"

"What?" I was startled out of my frozen reverie by her second casual request. 

"Are you fucking deaf? Get me some beer, fool!" Marcus barked at me. His angry tone and fiery stare made me nervous. I took a step back. 

"Honey, just get him some beer," Mom chimed in. 

"Get me my beer, Boner Kid!" he taunted me with my annoying moniker.

Things were getting ugly. My mother seemed curious, and asked, with a raised eyebrow, "Boner Kid?"

"Yeah, the little fucker always gets a boner. Just look." Marcus pointed to the tiny bulge in my pants. 

I hadn't even sensed my erection until he'd specifically called attention to it. Even weirder, my penis seemed miniscule when I moved it against the fabric. I decided to check it out, and dropped my pants down to my knees. What I saw freaked me out. My cock — if you could still call it that – looked to be about the size of an eyeball. My pubic hair also didn't help, as it shrouded my dick making it even harder to see.

"Oh my! Is that really a cock? I can't even see it."

"Hahahahaha..."

"It seems your pee-wee hasn't even grown since the last time I saw it."

My Mom then used her two fingers as if measuring with a very short ruler about two inches long, signifying the length of my dick. It made Marcus laugh so hard, he almost burst into tears. 

"Peewee! Hahahahha...."

I was embarrassed. I couldn't believe my own Mom would tease me like that. 

"Enough! Now go get me my beer, faggot!"

Oh, it was enough alright. I decided I couldn't take any more of it, so I defiantly answered him.

"No."

"What did you say, fool?"

"No, I won't." I reiterated. 

"I'm giving you one more chance. Go get me my BEER! Or else!"

"Or else what?" I rebutted, not afraid of his threat.

"Or else, I'll lay the fuck out of you, Whack Ass style!"

"Whack Ass style?" Things were getting weirder and weirder by the second. 

"That's it, fool!"

'Wham!!' 'Whush!' A solid right punch hit me square on the nose, followed by a swift hook to the chin, and I fell to the ground.

"I'm sure that hit the spot!"

"Sorry about that darling, he's kind of stupid sometimes."

"Yeah, just like his father." 

"THUD!"

"THUD!!"

He kicked me several times in my abdomen; blood spewed from my nose. All this time, my mother just watched. She hadn't even tried to stop the thrashing of her son.

"Bluurrggh ... cough."

"I told you honey, you should have just given him his beer." 

"THUD!"

"Pheww!" A kick in the face made me spit out one of my teeth. "Cough ... cough ... Arrgggh...." My right eye was now swollen shut. My breathing was also getting labored. Despite blurry vision, I saw Mom smiling devilishly at me. It was insane. She even seemed to be aroused by it, as she now began to play with her tits, and touch her own pussy.

"God, I'm getting horny, baby. Kiss me while you're beating him?"

"Sure thing, girl."

"Mmmm ... mmm...."

"Mmmm ... mmm...."

The last thing I witnessed before completely losing consciousness was my Mom French-kissing with Marcus, while giving his dick a hand job. While they shagged each other, they each grabbed the handle of a giant frying pan hanging from the beam in the ceiling, and proceeded to hit me on the head with it.

"WHACK!"

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"Arrrggghh ..." I groaned. My head throbbed as if it had been hit by a hammer. I massaged it, and opened my eyes. A ballerina figurine lay on its side, on the floor near the couch ... it must have dropped on me while I was asleep. 

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"Shit," I muttered, and turned off the tv. 

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"hey boyfie how cum u werent @ skul today?" Amanda texted me.

"im sick girlfie. lolz"

"=( aw are you alright?"

"im fine now jst rstng"

"=) want me to cum visit?"

"nah im okay"

It had been a long time since a girl had been worried about me. Other than my Mom, of course. It was a great feeling.

"ill def b ther aftR this class. ^_^" she replied.

"Oh no!" I uttered. It wasn't that I didn't want her to come and visit me, but I just felt awkward about it. 'I had diarrhea', wasn't exactly an ideal thing to say to say to people, let alone your girlfriend. 

I heard a knock on the front door.

"James honey, are you there? "

"I'm coming, Mom!" I shouted. I opened the door to see saw her smiling widely, flashing her pearly white teeth. 

"Hi honey." She was beaming with joy as she passed through and headed into the kitchen. She grabbed a glass of water, and thirstily drank it. After gulping down the last mouthful, she placed the empty glass on the table, then she eyed me and smirked. 

"What's happening? You seem very happy."

She didn't answer but instead countered with a question of her own. "How come you haven't told me that you were classmates with Marcus?"

"What?" I felt nervous.

"Marcus told me."

"Marcus told you?" I repeated her words.

"Why, is there a problem?" She looked at me, confused.

Sounds of her lusting and spouting profanities filled my head, as I stared at her.

"God ... that feels good, baby. There. Right there..."

"Ahh ... fuck. I'm about to cum honey ... just a little more...."

"Oww ... Yes! Yes! Eat my pussy!"

"Fuck! I'm cumming baby! I'm cumming! I'm cumming, Marcus!"

"Hello, are you still there?" She waved her hand on my face, abruptly awakening me from my stupor.

"How....?" I blurted out.

"What do you mean, 'how'?"

"... did it happen?" I followed.

She arched her eyebrow and paused to view me with wonderment before answering. "I was jogging at the park, when a car slowed up alongside me. I was startled when someone inside it called my name. It was Marcus." She smiled. "We chatted, and then he invited me for lunch. I agreed. Next thing I knew, we were in the diner talking about you."

"So basically, you had a date?" I quipped.

"Well, umm ... you could say that...." She averted her eyes and tried to hide her discomfort. "Now my turn to ask the question, are you friends with him?"

I didn't know what to say back that wouldn't perturb her. I also didn't want to lie, of course. After quick but careful deliberation, I decided to just tell her the truth. "No, I'm not friends with him."

As predicted, she was upset. "How come?" She frowned at me.

Well, let me see. First, because he's asshole. Second, because he wants to bang you, I thought to myself. 

She continued to gaze at me, waiting. She was a very persistent person, and I knew I wouldn't be off the hook until I replied. So this time I made up an excuse. "We don't have any thing in common."

"Well, have you tried hanging out with him? Or maybe even just talk?"

"No, but—"

"But ... what?"

Jesus, Mom. She was really making it hard for me. 

"We're just not friends."

"You should try to be, you know. He's a good guy and—"

I was getting annoyed and didn't want to carry on the conversation further, so I interrupted her. "I just don't, okay?"

She stared at me, perplexed, and started to say something back, but decided not to push it. 

'Knock-knock ... knock-nock ... knock-knock....'

We both fell silent at the knocking sounds and eyed other, waiting for someone to make the first move. After a few more knocks, I decided I was going to be the one to do so. It must be Amanda. I walked over and opened the door.

"Hi boyfie!" she yelled with delight, and then gave me a hug and a peck on the cheek. She was wearing a black sweater, with pink and white stripes and a logo of a pink cat winking and flipping the bird. For her bottoms, she wore form-fitting black jeans, with a black leather belt from which lots of silver studs and chains hung down.

"I thought no one was home. "

"I was talking to Mom. I didn't hear you knocking at first," I lied as I led her inside.

"Hi, Eva!"

"Oh hello, dear." Mom turned to me and mouthed,, "I'll just be in my room." She still looked upset, but didn't say anything more as she walked away. 

Amanda noticed this, "Is something wrong with you guys?"

"No, why?" I tried to act nonchalant, but it seemed she'd already caught on. She arched an eyebrow at me. Part of me wanted to tell her, but another part was holding me back. I decided though to just avert the conversation. "Let's go to my room."

"Okie."

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As we lay on the bed side-by-side, she gently continued. "I can tell something really is bothering you. Are you still sick?" Her cute puppy-dog eyes revealed that she was worried about me. It was sweet. 

"No, I'm alright."

She grabbed my arm and wrapped it around her body, nestling into my side and resting her head on my shoulder. I could smell the refreshing scent of strawberries on her hair. It was intoxicating. I played with her ponytail, twirling it in my fingers, which made her giggle. I felt comfortable around her, and decided to open up. "It's about one of my classmates... "

"What...? Who...?" She moved her head to gaze up at me, confused.

"Oh yeah, I forgot. I haven't told you what happened to my Mom...."

After hearing the story, she seemed overwhelmed. Her hands had moved up to cover her mouth as she listened, and she seemed to be trying to digest the details. "Oh my god! I can't believe it."

I know. My sentiments,exactly, 

We sat up on the side of the bed, at which point she laid her hands on top of mine where they rested on the covers. "So that was what ... was bothering you?" She gazed directly into my eyes.

"Well—"

"Oh my god! Like, don't tell me ... it's Marcus?" she questioned adroitly. It was more of a statement; she knew she had guessed correctly.

"Ssshhh ... not so loud." I covered her mouth with my palm, feeling nervous that Mom might have heard her. She started giggling not long after I lifted my palm away.

"Seriously? Geesh, you are afraid that Marcus and your Mom might have a thing for each other?" 

"Well ... yeah." I answered back, feeling embarrassed. I lowered my eyes and gazed down at the floor. 

"Boyfie, I'm telling you right now. You are ridiculous. Your Mom is not that kind of woman." She lifted my chin up, and made me turn toward her.

"I know, but...." I muttered, recalling the moments my mother had mentioned Marcus's name while pleasuring herself.

"Fuck! I'm cumming baby! I'm cumming! I'm cumming, Marcus!"

I couldn't disclose this to Amanda, no matter how much I pushed myself. But bottling it all up was starting to take its toll on me. It seemed that she sensed my distress, as she planted a soft kiss on my lips.




Filius Ch. 04



"Don't worry about it too much, okie?"

Gazing at her beautiful smile made me forget my worries, even for just a moment.... "Yeah, you're right." I kissed her passionately, startling her at first and then she melted into it and kissed me back. After a minute more she got comfortable to fall back onto the bed. I followed her down and lay on top of her. I let my hands wander inside her black sweater, while my fingers slowly probed under her bra and along the smooth mounds of her breasts.

"Mmmmmm," she Mombled.

I took off her sweater and bra, which revealed her beautiful pair of tits. 

What the fuck? She has nipple rings. I stared in amazement.

"What? You don't like them?" she mock-pouted, shaking her hooters at me.

I laughed and then said to her, "Of course I do. I was just surprised, that's all."

She smiled, and then motioned for me with her finger to come closer. "Come and get it then."

I obliged. I pounced on her tits and then sucked and nibbled on her nipples, tasting both the sweetness of her flesh and the metallic tang of her piercings. I spat because of the latter's aftertaste.

"You don't like the taste of my tits?" She frowned.

"Of course not. It's just that—"

She interrupted me with a kiss. 

"I know ... I was just kidding. But next time you are going to spit, spit on my body instead." I saw her bite her lip, before she pulled my head close to her body. Just like she ordered, I dribbled my saliva on her, starting from her tits, down to her also-pierced navel, and then licked it in the same fashion.

"Mmmmmm...." she moaned again. 

I looked up at her and lightly teased, "You're a dirty girl, you know that?"

She smiled. "What are you going to do about it?" She leered at me seductively, which turned me on. 

Fuck! I decided I couldn't take any more, so I pulled off her pants, and took off her panties and threw them on the floor. I undid my own pants and boxers, revealing my erection.

"Not bad," she uttered, eyeing my cock.

What do you mean, 'not bad'? Is mine not big enough? I thought defensively, feeling slightly insulted. 

"You got any condoms, boyfie?"

"No, I don't...."

She snickered, and then reached over to where her pants lay on the floor. She placed her hand inside one of its pockets and pulled out a silvery square of foil. "Since you are now with me, you should start getting lots." She tore off the foil, and took out a pink condom.

"Pink?" I asked a little too loudly. 

"Yup, and it's strawberry, my favorite flavor." She giggled, and moved her face close to my cock. I felt her mouth engulfing my girth, but something was odd. I realized she had wrapped my dick with the condom using her mouth. 

"Mmmm ... schlurrp ... schlurpp...." She began to suck on my schlong like a lollipop, while I sat on the edge of the bed, watching. Her tongue wandered, licking all around the shaft. 

"Uggghhh," I grunted. Damn, where did she learn to do this stuff? 

"There. You are hard enough for Ms. Kitty." She grinned, while holding my cock in her hands and lightly beating it.

"Kitty?" 

She chuckled. "It's the name of my pussy."

"You named your pussy?" I asked rhetorically.

"Yup, and I named your cock too." She then pushed me back onto the bed, and lay on top me.

"Time for Kitty to meet Mr. Woody." She grabbed my dick and then inserted my wood against her ... feline, slowly placing it in until it was completely submerged. "Ahhhh ... there you go. Time to play with Mr. Woody." She bounced up and down on my cock, while her hips gyrated. Her hands rested on my chest, and gently pushed down every time she bounced.

"Ugghhh," I couldn't help but grunt with pleasure.

"Grrrrr...." she growled, while continuing to assault 'Mr. Woody'.

"Fuck!" I felt close to my limits. I placed my hands on her hips, and started pushing upward, matching her movements.

"Uuugggghh.... I'm about to cum, Amanda."

"Ahhh ... me, too. "

"Uuugghhh ... fuck!" I erupted. 

"Ahhhh...." she came, then fell foward onto me, and we both lay there, panting.

While we were embracing each other and catching our breath, from the corner of my eye I noticed that the door was slightly ajar. 

That's weird; I closed it when we came in, I thought.

"Ahhhh ... that was good, boyfie." She kissed me open-mouthed, and inserted her tongue. I accepted, and returned the same.

"Mmmmpp...."

"Mmmmppp..."

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Amanda left around 7:30 pm, but not before Mom had tried to ask her to stay for dinner.

"Hello dear, are you leaving already?"

She blushed heavily, "Yes ... umm...."

"Why don't you stay for dinner? I've made some beef stew."

"Sorry, but I can't.... My sister will be back soon with dinner. But thank you for asking...."

Mom had the kind of look in her eyes that told me she already knew what had happened in the bedroom, between Amanda and me. She didn't say anything about it, however, and just kept it cool. She must have been the one who opened the door, and saw us having sex, I surmised.

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The next day I was back in school and saw Marcus with this buddies and their usual assortment of hot chicks. They were chatting, laughing, and mocking around with each other.

Chris and I sat some distance away. "How come you weren't at school yesterday, bro?" Chris wondered.

"I was sick." 

We watched Marcus make out with Camilla, one of our beautiful Latina classmates. He had one hand inside her blue spaghetti dress, stroking her perky tits, and another inside her shorts, fondling her small but firm ass. She didn't even have a bra on. I could see her erect nipples protruding through the fabric. 

"I guess you already heard the news?" Chris asked. He too was turned in Marcus' direction.

"What news?"

He turned to look at me. "Word is out on the street, that Marcus and his boys were the ones who targeted El Diablillo Rojos." 

"Yeah...." This was old news so it wasn't much of a big deal to me. What was a bigger deal, however, was the way Marcus was cuddling with Camilla. I imagined Mom in her place, being kissed, caressed, and touched in sensitive places, and it gave me goose bumps. I never, ever want to see her with him again in any form, capacity, and distance; no matter what the reason is!

"Back to your seats everyone!" Ms. Pascual, the old and snarly World History teacher shouted. I watched Camilla frown as she started walking back to her place. Her frown vanished, when Marcus gave her a slap on the ass, and turned into a playful smirk. 

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Days quickly passed and the next thing I knew, the Thanksgiving holidays had arrived. We got a week off from school, which was a nice change. Everywhere I went at school, lately, it had seemed that Marcus and his boys were in view and I'd become sick of seeing them. 

Plus, there was a lot to look forward to: my mother had started making preparations for the big feast about a week before, including the menu for Thanksgiving supper that she had taped to the fridge. Along with the menu, she'd written a long list of the grocery items she would need. 

Dad had finally allowed her to shop by herself, partly due to her insistence, but I suspected it was also because he was lazy and didn't want to do it himself. About two days ago, Dad had invited some office friends and was watching a football game with them in the living room, when Mom had asked him.

"So honey, I have to go shopping for groceries."

"Haven't we talked about this before?"

"So are you going to do the shopping then?"

"Well, I...."

"I thought so."She had grinned as he'd begrudgingly handed her the keys to the car. 

Mom let me invite my friends to our apartment for lunch on Thanksgiving. Dad was out visiting one of his friends when they all arrived.

"Hi boyfie! Happy Thanksgiving!" Amanda greeted me, and gave me a kiss. Everyone came bearing contributions to the feast. Josh brought a sumptuous-looking pumpkin pie.

"My Mom made this for you guys." Josh handed me the pie, gift-wrapped with a bright yellow.

"Mom! Josh brought us some pumpkin pie!" I shouted as I unwrapped it eagerly and sampled a small piece. I licked the whipped cream from my fingers; Josh could tell that I thought it was really delicious.

Mom had her hair tied back in a ponytail, and was wearing her 'Best Mom in the World' apron. We watched her slowly approach us, carefully carrying a pie plate with a pad on the bottom and a transparent glass lid cover on top. When she got closer, I realized it was one of the fruit tarts I'd seen her making this morning. The house smelled delicious from all of the food she'd been cooking.

"Why, thank you for the pie, dear. Well ... and here's something for your family, in return. It's a fruit tart with a chocolate almond crust." 

As she transferred the plate, her hands accidentally brushed against his. "Thank you, Mrs. Smith." Josh was blushing, a rare sight.

"Sorry that I didn't gift wrap it."

"That's um ... alright." He replied with his head down, looking anywhere but at her. Mom seemed confused by his body language for a moment, and was perhaps wondering if she had done something wrong, but then swiftly recovered. She had no idea that Josh had a big crush on her.

It was Sidhu's turn to hand her his gift. He presented her with a white casserole dish with a glass cover. Since my Mom's hands were full, I carried it instead. 

"Thank you dear. Please guys, come inside and have a seat." Mom invited everyone in. 

Instead of sitting at the dining table, we all crowded into the living room and sat on the couch; there was no place for people, given all of the food covering every surface in the kitchen: various ingredients, condiments, tableware, whisks, mixing bowls, empty and full pots and pans, a mortar and pestle, side dishes, and casseroles, were all scattered about in organized chaos: visual proof of all of Mom's diligent and meticulous preparations for tonight's dinner. 

From what I'd heard we were going to have guests: my grandparents from my father's side, and Mom had invited a ... friend. It was apparent from the way she assiduously worked - chopping onions and tomatoes, whisking eggs, mashing potatoes, and deep-frying fish battered in flour and eggs - that she wanted everything to be perfect for tonight. Who might her friend be? I wondered.

I took the plates Mom had filled with the food she'd prepared for lunch: mixed vegetables, deep-fried fish fillets, slices of roast lamb, and the caramelized flan I'd been drooling over earlier, as the smell of it wafted through the apartment while it had baked in the oven. I handed a plate to Amanda and each of my friends.

"Wow, this is delish!" Amanda exclaimed. 

"Yes, this is delicious Mrs. Smith," Josh agreed.

"Why thank you guys." Mom approached us smilingly.

"Not only a beauty, but also a good cook. Dem! I wish I was a part of your family," Chris quipped, causing us all to chuckle.

"But you already are, dear."

"You hear that, bro?" He grinned at me, wiggling both of his eyebrows suggestively. I knew what he was implying, so I gave him a soft punch on the shoulder.

"Yo, Mama! My dear brotha is hurting me!" he playfully bellowed, massaging his shoulder melodramatically. Everyone, including Mom, laughed. 

"Knock-knock ... knock-knock..." Mom went to answer the knock on the front door.

While we chatted and continued eating, I watched Mom lead two women, Asian and African-American, and one man, also an African-American, into the kitchen. Then she caught my eye and signaled me to come over and meet them.

"Martha, Anna, Derek, this is my son, James." 

Martha's hair was dyed bright red. She smiled at me and said, "Oh my, your son is handsome, girl." 

"Yeah, he's 'gwapo'," Anna, a chubby, middle-aged woman chimed in.

"Hello..." I uttered a little meekly, and blushed. I wasn't used to receiving compliments. "Mom, I'll just be with Chris and the guys. It was nice meeting you, everyone." I said to them.

"It was nice meeting you too, son." Derek, a balding man with glasses, nodded. 

I stepped back into the living room to find my friends unpacking a Monopoly board. It had been a long time since it had been used, the last time probably was before we had moved into the apartment. I'd forgotten that I'd placed it in under a table near the couch.

"Yo bro, want to play banker?" Chris offered.

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Chris, Amanda and the rest of guys left around five; Mom's guests followed suit an hour later. Dad then returned at about seven, just in time to get ready before our next line of guests arrived.

"So ... can you tell me who this guest of yours, is?" Dad demanded.

Mom didn't respond, except to remind us to get dressed for dinner. All of us dressed formally: Dad and I wore black suits, white shirts, black bowties, and black dress shoes. Mom looked like a vision from a fashion magazine in a purple one-shoulder gown with a wide matching fabric belt, and black high-heels. She'd put her hair up in a French twist, allowing a few tendrils to artfully stray along each side of her face.

"Knock-knock ... knock-knock ... knock-knock...." We all turned from our seats in the kitchen, to face the door. Mom stood up without hesitation and walked out of the kitchen to answer it. After some time, she reappeared with someone terrifyingly unexpected in tow ... at least, it was terrifyingly unexpected for me, and possibly for Dad too.

"What's up?" Marcus looked sleek and neatly-groomed in a white suit with a black shirt, and black leather shoes. His ear glittered with light reflecting from a diamond earring, the largest I have ever seen; he wore a platinum watch and necklace that also looked very expensive. He seemed like a totally different person, transformed from his normal 'thug' look, and even I would have admitted that he looked very handsome.

"What are you doing here?" was Dad's bemused, slack-jawed exclamation. I couldn't blame him though. I was shocked too. 

"Why? Is this a KKK meeting?" Marcus joked in response ... or I hoped it was meant as a joke. I started to laugh but then stopped; unsure how to act, judging from his serious expression.

Mom walked toward Dad. "Umm ... honey, can I talk to you for a sec?" He nodded, a stern look on his face. It seemed clear he felt he was overdue for an explanation.

"Marcus ... umm ... we'll just be a moment, talking about something." She rested a hand on his shoulder. 

Then she set her sights on me. "Please keep him company for a second, honey." 

They stepped inside the bedroom and closed the door, leaving me alone with my classmate.

"Hey ... umm..." I stuttered. Here I was, all alone with possibly the last person in the world I wanted to see. But as much as I tried to feel angry, I couldn't overlook that he had saved my mother. I knew she had masturbated thinking about him, but then again it was my bad luck to have such a secret. One in which, after all, he hadn't directly had a hand. "Let's sit for a while in the living room," I finally suggested. 

He just stared at me and didn't respond. 

What the fuck is his problem? I decided to just take my own advice and walked toward the couch, pausing to let him go by when he also started moving toward it. Jesus. I shrugged my shoulders.

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Despite the closed door, Marcus and I heard every word, as they argued loudly inside their room. Marcus picked up a magazine from the table, and opened it.

"What the fuck were you thinking Eva, bringing him here?!"

"He's all alone at his house Greg, with no one to spend Thanksgiving with."

"But my parents will be here any moment. How will I explain him to them?"

"Well, just tell them he's a family friend. He really is, you know."

"I—"

"Hey, do you want to watch tv?" I interjected, thinking that the sound would help drown out my parents' voices. He didn't reply, and instead just turned a page of the magazine. It didn't seem like it was affecting him.

"Please Eva, I know that we owe him a lot but I don't think this is the right time..."

"When is the right time, Greg? It's just a simple dinner with us."

"I know, but...."

"Hey Marcus, do you want to watch tv?"I wasn't really sure he'd heard me the first time. This time I caught his attention. He dropped the magazine onto the table and turned toward me.

"Look. Let's cut the bullshit ... buddy. I ain't your friend, and like hell don't want to be one. So just shut the fuck up, alright. Too much noise in here already." 

I was stunned. It was the first time someone had been that rude to me ... and in my own home. "I was just trying to be friendly.... What the hell is your problem?" 

He just shrugged it off, and laughed at me. "Ha. Are you a fag or something?"

"What!?"

"Are you a FAG? HOMO? GAY? Do COCKS excite you?" He waved his hands to emphasize each word. Just as I was about to retort, I heard the bedroom door open. My parents stepped out and walked over to us. 

"Besides ... it's your Mom who I want to be friendly with." Marcus murmured with a leer, and then stood up from the couch.

"You know if Greg ain't cool about it, I can just bounce. I understand, he doesn't want me here." He said to them as if trying to be conciliatory, which I knew was all fake. 

"No, no, of course not, dear. He's just a bit anxious because his parents are also coming in for dinner. Right, honey?" She gave my father a stern look. He didn't say a word.

"It's okay girl. I understand. I'll just spend Thanksgiving by myself, like I always do...." Marcus bent his head and covered his eyes with a hand. 

Just leave, motherfucker! Leave! I thought.

My mother sobbed a little at that, and I noticed her eyes were shining with tears. 

What the fuck? She believed Marcus' lies. 

"Greg...." she muttered softly, now with tears streaming down her face. 

Dad panicked, and scrambled for his pockets for a handkerchief. "Alright, Jesus! Stop crying, Eva. He can stay."

She immediately brightened and hugged him, kissing him several times on the cheek. "Thank you, honey."

We then heard a knock on the door. "It must be them," Dad said, and motioned for me to answer it. I turned and took a step but then stopped when we all realized that they were already inside.

"I must have forgotten to lock it," Mom piped up.

"Happy Thanksgiving, every—" My grandparents halted in their tracks, eyes and mouths opened wide, staring at Marcus. 

Marcus stared back. 

Happy Thanksgiving, indeed. I said to myself.

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"So how are you, Grace? How's Oklahoma?" Mom asked my grandmother as she passed her the plate of sliced roast beef. We were now assembled at the dining table in the kitchen. My grandparents sat side-byside, facing Marcus and Mom. Dad sat to the right of my mother, directly across from me; and I sat on Marcus' left.

"As usual. Tending the farm, going to Church, talking to the cows ... and talking to Jacob when I don't," my grandma remarked, lightening the mood as everyone laughed. She had styled her greying hair in a sort of beehive style, with wisps curled to frame her round, slightly wrinkled face. Her appearance and jovial manner reminded me of a comedic actress from the 1960s. 

"Hunh," retorted Grandpa. "Really now, mama? I'm thinking maybe you meant 'destroying the farm, going to the bingo, talking to your friends', and ... hmph. Not one word to me." He said it with a smile in his voice, and we could hear the inflection from his native Southern drawl. We all chuckled again. 

"Damn, you white folks sure crack me up!" Marcus commented a little loudly. Everyone turned to look at him. 

Grandpa gazed, keenly focused on him, like a hawk. "I hate to be rude. But who are you again, and uh, what are you doing here?"




Filius Ch. 04



"He's a family friend, Jacob. And a very dear friend of my son ... and me." My mother asserted.

My friend? Since when? 

Grandpa didn't say anything, but continued to stare at Marcus, while moving his knife across his plate, cutting a piece from his slice of roast beef. 

"Well, anyway. How's my brother? How are he and Mary doing?" Dad asked, changing the topic.

"They're doing alright in Australia. Last I heard, Fred was promoted and he and his wife are having another kid," Grandma gleefully relayed. 

"Good to know Freddy is doing well," was Dad's polite reply.

"How about you, my munchkin? When are you and Eva going to give me another grandchild?" she inquired in return. 

"Well, it's not in our—" Before Mom was able finish her sentence she was rudely cut short by Grandpa.

"No one is asking you, honey." 

She seemed unsure how to react and instead just looked down at her plate to try and choose between another bite of asparagus or roast beef. I tried to imagine how she was feeling. Maybe embarrassment? Humiliation? Anger? I couldn't decide.

"What the fuck is your problem, old fool?!" Marcus suddenly barked. It was crude of him to curse at my grandfather, yet at the same time I was impressed that he berated him for the sake of my mother. 

"Who the hell are you to speak to me like that, nigger?" 

"Nigga? Can you repeat that again, old man? My ears didn't hear them properly."

I could see things were getting ugly very quickly, as Marcus and Grandpa grimaced and growled at each other. 

"Everyone, why don't we just calm down, alright? It's Thanksgiving, for crying out loud," Dad said, trying to ease the situation. 

"Jacob, please listen to your son. We're all friends and family here," Grandmother joined in. Mom even placed a hand on Marcus' chest to restrain him, in case he decided to make their altercation into something physical. 

The calming words sort of worked, and things quieted down.... 

Too quiet.

No one spoke for the next few minutes. Mom served everyone ice cream parfaits with scoops of vanilla ice cream, topped with strawberries. We silently consumed our desserts, eyes averted, probably in fear of starting another argument. 

"Ahem," I coughed to clear my throat. The ice-cold parfait had slid down too fast, when I'd swallowed an especially big spoonful.

"Ahem." I heard someone copy me, followed by another.

"Ahem." 

And another, "Ahem."

Things were getting ridiculous. "Ummm...." I tried to think of something to say in order to get rid of the awkwardness, but I couldn't. I looked up and saw Dad winking at me. 

"So Pops, how are the horses? Last time Momsie called, she said that Silver won Third Place," he addressed Grandpa. He'd understood what I was trying to do.

"Yes sir, well, let me tell you. It would've been first if that bastard Leroy from the next form hadn't cheated, I'm telling you. He cheated!" 

"Ha! Ha! Yeah, how so?" Dad chortled.

"I'll tell the whole sordid tale, son. But first, I have to ask: have you got any good whiskey? I could use one while I tell it." Grandpa smiled. It was the first time he had done so since they'd arrived.

"How about red wine, instead?" Mom offered, but her suggestion was soundly rejected.

"None of that fancy-shmancy crap. Gimme some whiskey ... if you have it." He leveled a glare at his son, daring him not to, threatening to turn grumpy again. 

For the next minutes, Mom didn't say anything and just drank her wine. I watched Dad glance at her from time to time, worryingly, as he continued to engagingly chat and drink whiskey with my grandparents. I quietly observed them all while eating a slice of Josh's mom's pumpkin pie.

"So you're saying that this Leroy did something to Silver during the race?" Dad queried. 

"Silver is not the type of horse to slow down when close to the finish line," Grandpa emphatically defended.

"But Jacob dear, he still won Third Place, now didn't he? That's still really good," Grandma wheedled. 

"Third Place, hunh ... what a load of crap. It's either First Place or No Place at all as far as I'm concerned. Nothing in between, woman." 

Whilst they were busy conversing, Mom was busying herself elsewise: I watched her gulp down her third glass of wine, and pour herself a fourth. Her face was now flushed, and her eyes looked a bit glassy. I, too, began to worry.

"So where are you planning to spend Christmas, munchkin?" Grandma enquired.

"I have no idea yet, Mama. Probably just stay here." 

"Well, you can stay with us on the farm. I'll invite Freddie and his family, too."

"I don't know. I'm tied up with work and—"

"Come on, munchkin. And it's time for us to have a reunion, don't you think?"

I shifted my attention back to Mom, and was confounded by the change in her: she now sat with her eyes closed, biting her lower lip. Marcus, seated next to her, was grinning ... for what reason, I couldn't immediately fathom. That's weird.

"Yes, son. Been too long since I've seen you and Freddie together."

I half-listened to their conversation as I focused on Mom. I watched her mouth open slightly, and her head tilt a bit to the left. Marcus again beamed, and it was making me nervous. I watched them both as closely as I could without staring, and suddenly I noticed how closely his right arm was placed, close to her ... how close, I couldn't be sure because his large frame and the dining table obstructed my view. Please God, make me wrong, just this once, I thought. 

Since I could not ask them outright what they were up to, I came up with the next-best solution: I dropped my fork, and ducked under the table ostensibly to retrieve it. After a few seconds, my eyes adjusted to the gloom. There were my mother's legs, spread wide open, and as I watched more closely, I saw her knees move slowly from side to side on the chair seat. I couldn't get an up-skirt view however, because the tablecloth draped down in front. As I was about to reach over and pull it up, I heard my father call – 

"Son, what are you doing there?" His head suddenly came into view under the table. 

I panicked and made a sudden move to get up, but instead hit my head on the wooden underside of the table. "Ouch!" Something broke; I heard it fall from the table and land, pieces scattering across the floor.

"What the fuck?!" I heard Marcus curse. When I emerged from under the table, the first thing I noticed was Marcus' white suit, covered in red liquid. There was broken glass on the ground, and I realized the liquid was Mom's red wine.

"Sorry..." I muttered. 

He stared at me angrily, and stood up. "I'm outta here. Happy Thanksgiving, fuckers!" 

"What did you just say, you big black rooster?" Grandpa fumed. He too, stood up; but Marcus ignored him, and headed toward the door.

"Yes sir, that's right. Just leave. We don't want your kind around here!" He shouted at Marcus' large, swiftly-retreating figure.

Mom also stood up.

"Where are you going, Eva?" Dad probed. 

She answered him with a smirk, her eyes half-closed. 

"To say goodbye to my kind. Bak! Bak! Bak! Bak!" She strutted unsteadily through the doorway and out into the hall, her hands on her waist, clucking like a chicken. As she stepped through the door, she shook her hips and ass at us in an exaggerated manner. It was both sexy and comical at the same time.

"See how that harlot acted? I told you, you should never have married that whore!" Grandpa reprimanded. 

Dad didn't respond, except to avert his gaze. 

"Jacob, you know we're still guests here. And we were kind of rude." Grandma countered quietly. 

Grandpa just continued to spout off. "Guests, my ass. I'm in my son's house ..." he pointed at me. "and there's my grandson. We're family, not guests." 

The old man is drunk. I thought. And it seemed that I was proven right, as the next thing we knew, he had slumped down and fallen from his chair.

Dad and Grandma helped him back to his seat. "I'm really sorry for this, munchkin." Grandma wheezed from the effort of lifting Grandpa, as she apologized. Again Dad chose not to say anything in response, but instead called over to me.

"Son, would you go check on your mother?" 

"Sure," I replied, and headed for the door. On my way out, I paused just long enough before closing the door, to hear my grandfather wake up and shout, "Just leave her! That hen is probably getting fucked by that rooster by now." 

"Jacob!" my grandmother scolded.

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Inside the elevator, on the way to the ground floor, I suddenly realized how tired I was, and let out a big "Yaawwwnn...." It had been a crazy night, and I was getting sleepier by the second. It must be close to midnight by now. "Yaawwwn..." At last, the elevator bell chimed and I arrived at the ground floor. 

When the doors opened, I was greeted by an astounding sight: there stood my Mom, with smudged lipstick. "Hi, honey. Now that was a great Thanksgiving!" she said as she swayed on her feet. I had just enough time to hold out my arms to catch her as she fell toward me, passed out cold.