My Mom's Disgusting Boyfriend - Part 2

Suddenly, in one quick motion, I threw off the covers, scurried to my bedroom door, and locked it. I returned to my bed feeling a little more secure, but knowing deep down that everything had changed.

***

By the time I awoke the next morning, Trey was gone as usual and my mom was in the kitchen making breakfast. I went downstairs into the kitchen even though I wasn’t very hungry.

“Good morning, Sweety,” my mom greeted me as she cooked some eggs on the stove. She looked like hell. Obviously hung over, her hair was a tangled mess, her face was pale, and her eyes were bloodshot.

I sat down at the table and asked lethargically, “Hungover, mom?”

My mom turned around quickly, “Is it THAT obvious, Jessie?”

“Yes.”

“Well, I guess I have to start watching how much I drink. I don’t want Trey to think I’m a lush!” my mom chuckled.

“Like he should talk,” I whispered sarcastically under my breath.

“What, Sweety?” my mom asked.

“Nothing, mom. I just said I think I’ll go for a walk.”

“Oh, you don’t want any eggs?”

“No thanks,” I rose from the table and left.

***

I was still in shock two days later as I contemplated what had happened to me. To make matters worse, Trey was coming over to watch a movie with us later that night after work; the first time I would see him since “the night”. Briefly, I considered telling my mom about what had happened. The guy was obviously a pervert and my mom needed to know.

But I couldn’t bring myself to do it for several reasons. First, I was way too scared- what if she didn’t believe me? I just knew that Trey would deny it ever happened and I certainly couldn’t prove it. It was simply his word against mine and I was horrified to put my mom through that.

Second, it would absolutely wreck the first successful relationship that my mom had been in since Dad passed away. She had not been this happy in years and it would be a shame to ruin it for her.

Finally, something that probably bothered me more than anything was that I was ashamed by the way my body had responded to him. It was like I couldn’t control my reactions. Did I encourage it in some way? It seemed pretty stupid to accuse someone of molesting you if you actually enjoyed it! How could I be disgusted by someone on one hand but turned on by him on the other hand?? Maybe I’m going crazy, I thought.

In the end, I decided to act as if nothing had happened and to avoid him. Trey never knew that I was awake that night, so he doesn’t know that I know what he did. And what is the chance that he will try it again? In fact, Trey very well could have been very drunk (like my mom) that night and didn’t realize what he was doing. I rationalized that it could have been a terrible mistake. As long as I stayed away from him and locked my bedroom door at night, there should be no more problems in the future. Unfortunately, this is the type of naive thinking that only an 18 year old girl would believe.

***

Trey came by as expected later that night. As he noticed me on the love seat in the living room, a shit-eating grin appeared on his face. I did my best not to make eye contact with him.

“Hi Jessica!” he announced in a confident tone of voice as he walked over in front of me.

“Hi,” I answered flatly stretching my head around him to see the TV. “Do you mind? I’m trying to watch the movie!”

My mom spoke up from the couch, “Jessie, rewind the movie so Trey can watch it from the beginning. I’m going to get Trey a drink. I’ll be right back.”

Trey sat down on the couch after giving my mom a kiss on the cheek in passing. As usual, he just stared at me as the tape rewound.

He took a quick look back at the kitchen and then spoke to me in a hushed tone, “Jessica… I know you were awake Saturday night.”

My stomach jumped. “What are you talking about?” I answered staring blanking at the TV.

“C’mon, Jessica. I know you enjoyed what I did to you and I’m going to do a lot more to you.”

I slowly turned my head toward Trey in disgust. He was smiling from ear to ear. What a cocky bastard, I thought. The nerve of him, talking to me that way with my mom, his girlfriend, in the next room.

“How dare you talk to me that way!” I felt the blood rushing to my face. “You know my mother happens to be in the next room!”

“You won’t tell your mom, Jessica,” Trey interrupted. “You know why?”

I looked away from him.

But Trey continued anyway, “Because you would have done so by now! You know as well as I that it’s too late. Besides, do you really think your mom would believe you over me?”

Just then my mom walked back into the room with the drink. She sat down next to Trey on the couch and snuggled up to him.

“Ok, Sweety, let’s play the movie.”

Throughout the rest of the evening, Trey made knowing glances at me while I tried to ignore him. But he was right, I wouldn’t tell my mom or anyone for that matter. Like anyone would believe me anyway…

After that night, I did everything in my power to avoid Trey as much as I could. I hated that bastard. When he would stop by, I always made it a point to be in my bedroom or out at a friend’s house. I started to lock my bedroom door at all times, even when Trey wasn’t there. I figured the longer I stayed away from him, the better chance he would leave me alone. For sure, he would give up, eventually.

But I couldn’t avoid him all the time especially when he would stop by unexpectedly. And during those times, he was drawn to me like a magnet and would always go out of his way to greet me with a kiss on the cheek and sometimes a squeeze on the ass when my mom wasn’t looking.

One time, I happened to walk by him in the hallway when he was on his way to the bathroom and he “accidentally” rubbed up against me with an obvious fat, hard-on sliding across my body. I literally pushed him away, which he really seemed to enjoy.

“You’re such an ass!” I scolded him.

He just laughed at me and replied, “Can I help what you do to me?”

And there are plenty of other examples I could mention detailing his harassment. I honestly felt hunted by him, and I expended a lot of energy just trying to stay away from the guy in my own home.

Looking back during this time, it is amazing to me that my mom was so unaware. Trey was certainly a sneaky son-of-a-bitch and he definitely had mom eating out of his hand.

Soon after, my best friend, Riana, was over at my house to complete a school project with me. We were sitting at the kitchen table when my mom walked in with Trey.

“Hi, guys! Whatcha doin’?” my mom asked, walking in with a bag full of groceries.

“Hi. We’re just finishing up that project for World History,” I responded, careful to not look up from my schoolwork in order to avoid eye contact with “you-know-who”.

“Hi, Ms. Novak,” my friend answered.

My mom suddenly turned to Trey, “Oh… Riana, have you ever met my boyfriend, Trey?”

“No,” she replied.

“Well, then. Riana this is Trey.” My mom loved to show him off. What a prize.

Trey approached Riana and extended his hand, “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Riana. Between you and Jessica here, I’m sure you have all the boys at your school begging for dates!” It was obvious that Trey was flirting with her and of course, my naive mother was blind to it all.

Riana accepted his hand but looked slightly embarrassed by the comment.

“Ah… thank-you,” she replied with a smirk on her face.

My mom interjected, “And what are you two doing tonight?”

I spoke up. “I’d like to go over to Riana’s house to swim in her pool, if that’s alright.” Riana’s family had this really cool in-ground swimming pool and consequently, her house was quite a popular place in the neighborhood to hang out.

“Sure, Sweety. Just be home by midnight.”

“Ok, mom. We’d better get going,” I motioned to Riana. “I’m just going to pack my swimsuit and then we’ll go. Riana, come help me.”

We stood up and managed to walk by Trey without any contact. Miracles never cease!

As I closed my bedroom door, Riana flopped herself on my bed and exclaimed, “Wow! Your mom’s boyfriend is HOT!”

I looked at her dumbfounded, “You really think so?”

“Hell yes! I would do him in a heartbeat! He looks like Magnum P.I.!” she said staring at the ceiling.

“Well, he may be good-looking but he is an asshole,” I announced. “My mom deserves much better than him.”

Riana laughed, “C’mon Jessica…did you see the body on him?? AAUUUHHGGHH,” she groaned into my pillow that she now held over her face.

“Whatever!” I said lifting my bag while rolling my eyes. “Let’s get out of here before you have an orgasm on my bed!”

Riana’s house was only a couple of blocks from mine so we were there in a couple of minutes. What my mom didn’t know was that Riana’s parents were away for the weekend and Riana had taken the liberty of inviting our boyfriends over. The two boys, John and Shawn, were also seniors at our school. John was Riana’s boyfriend and it was common knowledge at our school that they screw all the time.

Shawn was John’s best friend and we had been dating for about 4 months. He had just moved to our school that year and was a real cutie. He was a typical mid-1980’s hard rock guy and often wore concert t-shirts such as “Motley Crue, Dokken, Scorpions”, etc. Shawn only stood about 5’8”, with a slender, yet athletic build. He had longer, blonde hair, which was styled similar to how the tennis pro, Andre Agassi, had his hair back in the day. He was really the opposite of me in many ways since I was always the preppy, nice-girl.

Shawn had taken my virginity a month prior and since then, we had done it one other time. To be honest, sex with Shawn was pretty disappointing. I remember that he used to cum really fast which frustrated the hell out of me.

Anyway, we arrived at Riana’s house and made some dinner before the guys showed up a little later. As they entered, I could see that John had something in a brown paper bag.

A little later, over the sounds of the Aerosmith album, “Permanent Vacation” coming from Riana’s mini-stereo, John took out a bottle of Captain Morgan’s Spiced Rum and asked, “Got any coca-cola?? Let’s have a drink!”

I wasn’t much of a drinker at that point in my life, however, I was somewhat tired of my “prudish” image at school and wanted to be more like Riana (who was a known “bad” girl). While she grabbed a two-liter bottle of coke from the refrigerator, I made small talk with the guys. Shawn was definitely giving me a lot of attention and I knew he would probably try to get sex from me later. Especially since I didn’t give it up to him a couple weeks before when I was on my period.

The four of us proceeded to get pretty drunk that night, intensified by drinking games such as “asshole” and “quarters”.

Later in the evening, Riana rose from her seat and suggested that we go swimming. Even though it was dark outside, Riana’s pool had lights set up in and around the pool. She and I went up to her room to change into our bikinis and the guys used the bathroom.

By the time we came out, we could already hear Shawn and John splashing around in the pool. We walked out to the backyard each wrapped in a towel.

“C’mon, girls. The water feels great!” John exclaimed.

We ditched the towels to obnoxious whistles and catcalls from the guys. I wore my yellow bikini, which accented my large breasts, flat stomach, and toned ass quite well. Years of playing soccer had really paid off. Although Riana was more petite than I was, her red bikini was no slouch either. It was a good color considering her features, namely her tanned skin, dark eyes, and long, brown hair. Riana could be described pretty much as your classic Latina beauty.

We dove in. Riana swam right up to John in the deep end and started horsing around with him. I decided to hang out in the shallow end.

Shawn eventually swam up to me and said, “Are you bored, Jessica?”

I sat down on the bottom stair that led out of the pool with only my chest and head sticking out of the water.

“No…no,” I smiled, “I’m just kind of buzzed from the drinks is all.” This was the truth since I felt quite light-headed and spacey. The drinks had been very strong. But also I was thinking about Trey and what to do about that situation. I was honestly tired of ducking him on a near-daily basis. Maybe I should just let him fuck me to get it over with, I thought, completely oblivious to Shawn who was now standing right in front of me. It would almost be worth it just so he’d leave me alone.

All of a sudden it became real quiet and when I looked over Shawn’s shoulder, I could see that John and Riana were in a passionate embrace. They’ll probably end up doing it right in the pool, I thought.

Shawn took a quick look over his shoulder and acknowledged our friends’ behavior with a quick laugh. That was all the encouragement he needed. Shawn leaned down and kissed me hard. He then parted my lips with his tongue and expertly stroked the interior of my mouth while occasionally sucking lightly on my tongue. The attention was having an affect on my body as my pussy became wet and my nipples erect.

Shawn’s hands were now massaging my back as we continued to make out. I became concerned about Riana and looked up just in time to see her and John exit the pool and enter the house. I could see Riana’s breasts hanging in the breeze.

I could feel Shawn’s dick get erect as he rubbed up against me. He was definitely ready for it. My hand went down to his crotch and I started to rub his hard-on. I decided that wasn’t enough and my hand disappeared down his swim trunks, taking a hold of his cock. It was small, maybe 5 inches when erect and pretty skinny.

Shawn eventually maneuvered himself between my legs. He pulled off his swim trunks and his tool was now rubbing up against my crotch in a rhythmic fashion. Now, I was definitely ready.

“Ohhh, yes,” I gasped as Shawn left my lips and started sucking on my neck. He stayed there for a while, feasting on both sides until he started to wander south.

Fumbling around, Shawn pulled down my bikini top and attacked my breasts. All sorts of slurping noises came from his mouth as he devoured them, somewhat awkwardly. I must say, though, that he really seemed to enjoy them. And that, in itself, was a turn-on.

“Ohhh,” I groaned.

“Oh, God, Jessica. I LOVE your tits,” Shawn whispered at one point. “You have the hottest body in the school!”

That was almost enough to make me orgasm right then and there. Not that I believed it much, but I knew I could definitely compete with any girl at my school, even the older ones.

Shawn eventually let his hands fall to my ass, which I allowed. He would gently squeeze it before pressing my body closer to him. That’s when I had a flashback of Trey playing with my asshole that one night. How I wished Shawn would tease me the same way but I knew that was NOT going to happen.

As Shawn started to untie my bikini bottoms, I decided that I wanted to have sex with him right there in the pool.

Now that we were both completely naked, Shawn sat down on a step and pulled me toward him. I mounted myself over his hard penis and gently fell upon it. It went in quite easily and I was starting to feel great. Just as I started to buck faster, I was horrified to here Shawn gasp, “Auggghhhhhhhhhhhhhh” followed by the sensation of “squirting” inside me. And just like that, it was over.

Shawn pulled me off of him and looked very content. I was quite frustrated as I put my bikini back on and climbed out of the pool.

“That was awesome, Jessica!” Shawn commented from the middle of the shallow end, apparently oblivious to my feelings.

“Great, I’m glad you enjoyed yourself,” I said sarcastically while toweling myself off.

I considered letting it drop, but I couldn’t resist.

“Shawn?” I asked.

“Do you ALWAYS cum that fast?” I asked with a cold stare.

Shawn appeared confused by the question. He waited a few seconds, perhaps to choose his words carefully or maybe because he didn’t know what to say.

“Um...well…no. Not all the time,” he answered.

I looked away and sighed loudly. He doesn’t have a clue, I thought.