Novel & Cerita Watching My Mommy Go Black

I sneak back down the stairs and out the back door. Okay, I'm back in my car, crying, watching the video. He was black. Kinda average build but, man he had a big cock. I know, I know, but in this case, it was true. My slut mother on her knees, trying to get as much of that cock into her mouth as she can as he's holding her head and pushing. It's so demeaning. On the bed, he was behind Mom- her dress thrown up over her back, holding her hips and fucking her, driving her head into the headboard. Mom's big tits swaying under her; she has big ones; mine are like, where are they? I want to barf.

I laughed to myself. "¿Dónde estás, mamá?" As I got closer to her bedroom, I heard... Moaning. Then grunting. I froze. "What the..." I frowned. "What the hell is my mama watching?" I walked toward her bedroom anyway. "Mama?" I pushed the door open. "Mom—" I immediately wished I hadn't. "Oh my God!" There was my beautiful mother... Very enthusiastically bouncing on top of none other than... Christopher Murphy. I slammed the door shut so fast I nearly broke the doorknob.

“Aston? Aston, baby? What’s wrong?” “I… I ghlbshe…” “EDDIE! SOMETHING’S WRONG WITH ASTON!” All I see is Mom reaching out to me before everything goes black.

Mom hadn't been this excited about anything in a long while, which saddens me especially on days I had to see her drink heavily while getting a hangover the next morning. “Hart!” Mom called like a teenager getting out from her sliver Honda with a big smile on her face. Mr Blackwood expression softened immediately at the sound of her voice. He approached her, giving her a soft kiss on her cheek, while keeping his hand on her back. His eyes came to rest on me and Joey who slowly followed after her, giving me a clearer look at what he looked like outside the photo mom showed me, suddenly making so much sense why Mom had fallen fast for him.

he said as he held my waist and drew me to him, " You don't know how you drive me crazy, it's wild,” he said with a smile and I smiled back, “ Yeah?" " Yeah,” he said and was about to grab my butt but I pushed his hand away, " Our parents are watching,” I said with a chuckle as I left him to go help in the kitchen, It was like a dream come true that for once my Mom was so carefree and laughing, I know Mrs black has a way of making anyone fall for her and I'm happy she and my Mom are on good terms. I already smell a good friendship.

I cried out as she started loosing consciousness "I love you mi bambino but I don't think I can hold on when Jermaine wakes up tell him I said I love him" Then she closed her eyes as her breathing shallowed. "Mom no!!!!" I yelled but her eyes still closed I howled in pain and loss, agony filling my entire being. I heard footsteps then I saw uncle Michael rush into the room he looked at the room first then at me his eyes going wide as saucers, at first i was confused as to why he looked that way then I turned to face a mirror and I saw it. My eyes were completely black, and I could feel myself slip into the darkness.

Mom yelled my name. My vision became blurry, and my body was pinned to the ground. I knew one thing: this wasn't an accident. All I could see were two shadows running towards me. I heard tires screech again as the car drove away. My mom must have scared him. I couldn't move or feel my limbs. Everything turned black. I've thought about what it must feel like to be dead. However, I've never imagined seeing nothing but darkness and hearing blurred machine sounds in the background.

The edges of my vision are going dark, tears streaming down my cheeks as I let out a low growl of warning. “Oh son what did you do?” My mother asks with tears in her eyes and disappointment in her face. Then it all goes black.

Stars start to form in front of my eyes and the colored room slowly turns black. “LET HER GO!” My mom yells as I hear glass shatter. The tightness engulfing my throat disappears and air starts to fill my lungs again. Blinking away the stars and the blackness I see my mom holding a broken vase in her hand, her eyes ghost like as she stares at the ground. Looking down as well, I spot him laying on the floor unconscious, blood pooling from his head and staining the grey colored carpet. “Mommy let’s go.” I cry tugging on her shirt, but she doesn’t move.

My stomach sank. "Mom," I said. She didn’t turn back. Mr. Blackwood put a hand on the small of her back like he owned her and that m he knew she would choose him. He gave me a pleasant nod. "Thank you for looking after her." And just like that, they were gone. I stood there, watching the door click shut behind them, a sick feeling curling in my gut. I didn't know what I expected any better from my mother, she had always sold herself to the highest bidder and this wasn't any different.