1. Blindsided


    Date: 4/10/2018, Categories: Fiction, Anal, Oral Sex / Blowjob, Cheating, Coercion, Discipline, Domination / Submission, First Time, Gay, Interracial, Non-consensual sex, Reluctance, Spanking, Teen, Teen, Author: Konokoz D., Source: sexstories.com

    We had just moved into this fancy-ass neighborhood about a month and half ago – my mother and I. It was just the two of us by ourselves. My dad had abandon us when I was 7. Unfortunately, my mother was torn up about him running out on us. She was upset for years after that, mild depression, she developed a bad drinking habit, and she tried dating different men, but they were usually no good deadbeats, and she always ended up broken-hearted over and over. Before all the complications, my mother was a strong black woman, full of confidence and grace - kinda air-headed at times but not stupid. People would always compliment her on her nice hair and petite shapely body even after having a child. She was lively and loved to laugh. She would enjoy throwing get-togethers with her friends, and she loved cooking. After my dad walked out on us, all of those things she used to do, she just didn't do very often anymore, and her outgoing personality seemed like it vanished completely. She had been raising me by herself this whole time, making due with whatever we had, staying in shitty apartments while she worked late nights at minimum wage jobs. I always tried my best to comfort my mom through her depression bouts. She deserved better. Better than my shitty father or those other asshole dudes, better than this awful life! But finally she acquired a higher paying job that involved us relocating to Corpus Christi, Texas where she could afford to buy a nice two-story brick house in a ...
    swanky neighborhood. She was now just focused on loving herself, rebuilding her confidence, and taking care of me. I hadn’t seen my mother so happy in such a long time. She smiled and laughed more often now. She set up the house so comfortably; the downstairs was laced with black and red plush furniture, the kitchen always smelled lively of her delicious, homemade, New Orleans cooking, and even our rooms upstairs were decorated nice. So warm and inviting. "Ooh, baby! We movin' on up like the Jeffersons!" She would laugh and sway her long relaxed hair side to side. She was so proud to be living the good life now, and now that I was 17 and almost done with high school it was my turn to take care of her and keep her happy. I wasn’t going to let anything else get in the way of her happiness. All the years of seeing her go through bad relationships with terrible men, made me almost hate all men. I don’t see why she keeps going back to those types of men. I’d honestly be happy if she never dated anyone again, but I know that won’t happen. I’ll just have to monitor the dudes who come into her life for now on. My personality was nothing like my mom’s. I didn’t warm up to people as easily as she did. I wasn’t very outgoing either. Whenever I got home from school, I would just hold myself up in my room and play video games or just hang out with her. For an older teenage boy, I stood on the shorter side of average male height. My dad was a pale, brunette haired, white dude with round green ...
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