Have you ever been strangely fond of someone that everything in your brain and heart tells you you s

Have you ever been strangely fond of someone that everything in your brain and heart tells you you should hate? Sure you do! He works at the local gas station and sells drugs to the kids from the nearby high school in his free time. Everybody seems to know about this guy, and hate him in a way that you can’t. Everybody except your mom. She’s a professor at the university some of those kids he sells drugs to end up going to, if their little lives aren’t ruined after developing a drug habit first. Your mom was a one of a kind person. Everybody loved her. Most people a little too much. Of course for every positive trait your mom has, you gave him two when describing him to her. You couldn’t stop gloating about what a great guy he was. There was nothing better than being in the passenger seat of your mom’s car when she stopped by at that station to get gas. Your cock would always twitch on schedule like a cuckoo clock when you saw him swagger out of the door towards her driver side window, and lean in confidently like he ran the station. You told her that he did even before he could drop that line on her.The small talk he tried to make with her drove you wild knowing the dirty, sickening thoughts that were motivating it. And you considered it to be a treat when you would catch that asshole, after he disappeared from your mom’s field of vision, making spanking and humping motions to his friends, showing them what he wanted to do to your mom in all its grotesque, vulgar glory.You’d look over at her every time to see her minding her own business, whistling to the top 40 song on the radio, or looking through her purse for a piece of gum and offering you a stick. If she’d have happened to turn her head even less then a 45 degree angle, she would have see him making those crude gestures and be disgusted. she’d probably go to the gas station down the street when her tank was on E from then on. He would have never seen her again.But lucky for you, that never happened. And even luckier for you, your mom asked him to come by for dinner on Saturday. You were shocked when it happened. You had no idea she was planning something like that until your mom pulled up beside the pump, rolled down the window, and propositioned him as he approached the driver side door with the usual pep in his step. She told him to come by with his wife this weekend for turkey dinner. You didn’t know whether to be shocked or turned on. You still didn’t know what to be on Saturday 6:59 PM. But one minute later, the bell rang. it was him. His wife was glaringly absent. But she did want to be there in spirit, according to him, which is why he came holding the neck of a champagne bottle in his right hand. Something tells you he didn’t even tell his wife about the dinner invitation…. Nah, it must be in your imagination. And what a crazy imagination you had, because for the entirety of the dinner, you could swear this man was more interested in getting your mom to drink than drinking himself. Whenever she got up to grab something, his eyes would follow her ass. It was almost as if he didn’t notice you there, watching him gawk at your mom like a piece of meat. Or like he didn’t care. It wouldn’t be the first time he didn’t care about how his actions effected people.As you looked at him, it hit you how strange this moment was. What you saw, sitting across the table from you, was an out of shape, bald, petty, misogynistic, degenerate drug dealer, and ruiner of lives sitting eagerly awaiting to see if his dirty plan for getting your mom loose would work. As your mom turned around with her picture book full of family memories to show to him (including memories that involved your late father and… not yet), and his eyes shot back up from her supple ass back to her smiling face, she saw a funny, clever, ambitious, sweet, caring, entrepreneur and role model to her son. It was like there were two of him sitting in the same chair.She seemed to feel really comfortable around him, judging by the way she sat so close to him with her arm on the back of his chair’s backrest. She didn’t even budge when his hand wandered its way onto her knee cap. She just kept talking. Her tone of voice didn’t change one iota as his hand slowly made its way up to her thigh. How could she feel uncomfortable around a man who brought such good champagne? Well, the champagne tasted kind of cheap, as if he put cheap champagne in a more expensive brand’s bottle. But she seemed to be enjoying it as far as you could tell. She was drinking it like a fish. You watched her elegant throat as the liquid made its way down, never to come back up again. Each drop making her irreversibly drunker for the night. As she flipped each page in the family picture book, her words became slurred more and more. You were pretty sure he had no interest in the pictures of you playing football with your dad when you were 4. But he was listening to her all right. Listening to her words to see how drunk she was. And that’s when you had to go. You had another engagement you had to attend to. at least that’s what you told your mom and your guest as you excused yourself from the table. You’re mom was surprised to hear that, because you almost always stayed in on Saturday nights playing video games. You could see the happiness in her face to see that you’ve made some friends for once. But you hadn’t. That was the final lie you’d have to tell your mom. You got up from the table and walked your tipsy self to the front door. As you opened up the door to leave you looked back to see his arm around her waist. You stood there for a second. Then you stepped outside, and slowly closed the door on that image. When you heard the bolt click the door closed you knew that was the sound of fate being sealed. You walked around the block with your head swirling with thoughts that were as painful as they were arousing. It was also awkward to walk with such a big erection. You couldn’t believe what you had just done. But it was what you wanted. And by the time you came back around to your house, you decided you did the right thing. you did a great thing in fact. It took you a bit of courage to look back in the house through the window. When you did, you saw an empty kitchen table, with the lights still on, shining on an open photo book and an empty glass of champagne.in the dark of your living room, you could see the family photo up on the mantle, over your fireplace. It was taken 15 years ago. It had you in it. It had your mom in it. It had your dad in it. And it had your older brother in it. 12 years before he overdosed on bad ecstasy that was sold to him. The man who sold it was one floor above, without a concern in the world, feeling nothing except soft white flesh grinding up against his pelvis, and a sweet wet pussy swallowing up his cock. You had done a really great thing.P.S. That asshole has a big mouth. There isn’t one person in the neighborhood who doesn’t know that he fucked your mom. Even the junior high kids he sells drugs to are almost sick and tired of hearing him brag about it. I said almost. -- source link

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