Warning: somewhat abrasive language, casual racist stereotypes, sexual aggression, extreme violence, and some gay shit.
Our fictional story begins with a brief introduction. Not wanting to do character development, because I didn’t want to take the time to write any backstories. I felt this was the easiest way to introduce the five characters to the audience.
Starting with our hero of the story, Jimmy. Yes, everybody loves Jimmy. A proud, all American flag waving young boy, from anywhere USA. Scratch that, a proud, all American flag waving young man, from anywhere USA.
In high school, Jimmy’s captain’s hat, reigned supreme when it came to his extracurricular activities. Regardless, if it was Jimmy’s agile strength of a lion playing football, his take charge leadership skills in ROTC, or how he was known for being a master strategist in chess club. All tied together with the wit of a Harvard road scholar, on his high school debate team.
Yes, Jimmy was even captain of hearts, for having the ability to turn girls into squirrels. If you don’t get the squirrel reference, it’s because squirrels can’t get enough nuts in their diet. That’s right people, 90s jokes.
When it comes to our hero’s heros, it could only be Jimmy’s 4 older siblings who joined the Corps, to fight against Uncle Sam’s arch nemesis. Those evil, sovereign democracies, for self determination. Just because they live on top of the land for thousands of years, these people think they own the minerals beneath it. You terrorist make me sick!
Next character in our story, is Jimmy’s dad, Mr. Dela Cruz. Not wanting to go into details about what kind of man’s man he is. Mr. Dela Cruz, is every American dad, as he’s always tooling around in the garage.
Then there’s Jimmy’s mom, Mrs. Lorraine Dela Cruz. A curvy, voluptuous, 40 something adventurous fiery Latina. That’s more than just a soft spoken housewife, with a heavy accent. Although happily married, she’s the type of strong mature minded woman that would do porn after a divorce, to both celebrate single life, and get her rebound fucks in.
If you have any trouble imagining Mrs. Lorraine Dela Cruz, or want someone else, to do the imagining for you. Might I suggest a visual inspiration, whose beauty inspired me to write this story in the first place. Adult actress Loraine Del Sol, whose career in porn was way to short far as I’m concerned. I assume 2 fuck scenes, and a handful of solos, is all the girl power liberation she needed.
That’s right pretty mama, burn that bra, and show the world you can take it on the chin.
Not to forget Gen Z’s finest, Jimmy’s bestfriends for life, Richie Spaniard, and Dd Smalls. Two horny eighteen, early twenty somethings, whose favorite study habits is slapping titties, and drinking beer.
Richie Spaniard, being a scrawny light skin Hispanic, while Dd Smalls, is the opposite of everything Richie. For instance, Dd, is an athletic Adonis, who never needs any sunscreen when he’s hanging at the beach.
If you’re wondering if I misspelled Dd’s name, and if it’s actually spelled Dee Dee, you would be wrong. Dd’s mother was illiterate. Using a children’s alphabet chart when naming her son, she started with Aa, before Bb, then naturally Cc, to finally settling for Dd. That’s right people, we got 90s dumb mom jokes too.
And I will be your narrator, because I wrote the the damn thing. You will find some Spanish words used in the story with translation below.
Muy grande, (very big,) mas, (more,) si, (yes.) Dame chocolate, (give me chocolate.) Mijo, (son,) hola, (hello,) caliente, (hot,) idiota, (idiot,) dinero, (money,) and huevos, (eggs.)
End of introduction, and now on with the smut.
The story begins with Lorraine’s son Jimmy, about to leave the house to go hang with his boys on Halloween. While Lorraine is upstairs in her bedroom.
7 p.m. on a Saturday, October, 31, 2020 Halloween.
“Bye mom, I’m going to meet Richie and Dd across town,” Jimmy said, yelling from downstairs so his mother could here him.
“Okay Mijo, Just don’t slam the front door when you leave,” said Lorraine.
Jimmy, as usual not listening to his mother, slams the door anyways when he leaves the house. Dislodging a double sided note Lorraine had taped to the front door for her husband. The note, catching the wind just right flipping through the air similar to a coin being tossed, before landing on the welcome mat that reads, “Dela Cruz Family.”
Lorraine, alone at home on all Hallows night. Waiting for her husband to arrive from work, looking forward to a planned intimate evening for 2.
While Richie, and Dd, stop by unexpectedly to the Dela Cruz house. Thinking, they were supposed to drive over and meet Jimmy first, before heading to the Halloween Monster Mash across town. Where college students were bobbing for covid-19.
For some odd reason both boys picked Halloween costumes that a 7 year old would have gone as. Richie Spaniard, dressed head to toe as a cowboy, minus the toy pistols. While Dd, went as the Black Pirate.
Jimmy’s friends, finding Lorraine’s note on the doormat with instructions for her husband, “come upstairs, I’ll be waiting in the bedroom. And don’t forget to knock before you enter.”
Seeing no signature on the note, or who the information was for, Richie and Dd, assumes the message was for them. Knowing Jimmy often leaves the back door unlocked when he doesn’t want to bother coming downstairs to open the front entrance to his home.
Letting themselves inside the house without being announced, the two friends search for Jimmy in his room. After finding no future captain of industry, the boys roamed around upstairs, before coming across Mrs. Lorraine Dela Cruz, getting ready in her bedroom for a role playing date night. Lorraine, dressing up as a hooker for Halloween.
The boys, without being noticed, watched her from a partially opened doorway. While their friend’s mom bends over in different angles, in a tight black skirt, with her best fuck me pumps on. As Lorraine, checks herself out in front of a vanity mirror.
The top she had on was a long sleeved dark purple synthetic material that hugged her upper body. With glowing green leaves peppered in a bouquet of black, and orange rose designs, pattern around the upper part of her chest.
Paired, parallel from each other, ten small hooks in the shape of white skeleton hands, starting from her abdomen to going around her cleavage. While a light blue silk lace, fasten the top together, as it crisscrossed between the grips of each small skeleton fist. Ending with the lace, sticking out of the top right skeleton hand.
Knowing, Jimmy’s mom, had always been a MILTF. Richie, and Dd, was now getting a rare glimpse on how a dick assassin prepares for a kill.
Richie, now realizing he was reading the back of the note, after seeing more written on the front, with instructions for a Halloween costume in the living room.
“Like you asked, I got the outfit, and the makeup you wanted to live out your stupid fantasy,” Lorraine wrote. “However, I still think this is kind of racist. Because of covid-19, trick or treating has been canceled, so no pesky kids to bother us including our own. There’s more instructions on the back,” signed, Bottom Bitch.
Making their way downstairs, Richie and Dd, find a 1970s pimp outfit on the couch. Along with a can of black shoe polish, with instructions on how to apply on one’s face.
“These perverts are doing a Minstrel show, with blackface pimp, and his horny bitch,” said Dd, with an eye popping expression over his face.
“We got to get out of here before Jimmy or his father comes home, either one of them could be here at any moment,” said Richie Spaniard, warning his friend.
Dd, not listening to Richie, decides to switch out the pirate outfit for the pimp costume, knowing he doesn’t need to apply the shoe polish.
“Relax, its Halloween,” Dd said, coming up with a stupid idea. “Think how funny it’s going to be when her husband goes upstairs dressed as a pirate in blackface. Think about it Richie, we can’t swim, why would we ever be on a boat in the middle of the ocean?”
“There are plenty of black men and women who proudly serve in the United States Navy,” Richie said, unable to enjoy himself in the moment. “I’m sure they’re all terrific swimmers.”
“Is this how tonight is going to go, you want to be the Meathead to my Archie,” Dd said, while swapping out costumes. “I was joking. Besides, the pimp outfit comes with platform shoes, with fake fish swimming inside them. It’s the perfect Halloween trick. Sad we won’t be here to see Jimmy’s mom’s face, when her special big guy is standing there with a cardboard pirate hat on, that has the restaurant’s name in big bold silver lettering.”
Richie, realizing the note was no longer inside his pocket, now wanting to put it back on the welcome mat considering who the note was for. Thinking it might have been lost outside Lorraine’s bedroom, Richie went back upstairs, while Dd followed close behind.
Soon as they got upstairs, Dd, never to have walked in platform shoes before, trips on a rug outside Mrs. Lorraine Dela Cruz’s room bumping up against her bedroom wall.
“Honey is that you, don’t come in just yet,” Lorraine Dela Cruz said, taking a moment to herself. “Okay daddy, come in.”
Dd, peeking through the partially open doorway, finding his friend’s mom blindfolded, on top of the bed on all fours. With her round rump up in the air, directly diagonal to Dd’s point of view. Richie, grabs his friends shoulder, whispering, “we got to get out of here.”
Not knowing it was too late, Dd was caught in a big butt hypnotic trance, ignoring Richie’s calls for reasoning. Dd, enters the room in full cosplay, moving in on Lorraine’s round rump, as though it was magnetically charged to attract monster cock. Dd, without a thought in his head, whines up his right arm before releasing it with such velocity, he viciously assaults Lorraine’s ass with both a front, and back hand slap. You would’ve thought Jimmy’s mom had said, “okay nigger, come in.”
“Ow no, not so rough,” Lorraine said, thinking she talking to her husband. “You know I don’t like being spanked.”
Dd, lifting up Lorraine skirt, exposing her butt cheeks, before sliding Lorraine’s soft leopard design panty down her thighs. As Loraine lifts up her knees, one, by one, so Dd could remove the underwear entirely. Dd, then throws his pimp hat across the room, before wearing Lorraine’s silk underwear as a necklace.
Now more embolden then ever, Dd spreads Lorraine’s butt cheeks apart, before going muffdiving without a wetsuit, slipping two fingers inside Lorraine’s warm Spanish clam. Pumping his fingers in and out, as though he was searching for pearls, before making out with Mrs. Dela Cruz’s vaginal lips, as if she had a second tongue up her twat.
“Oh si, dame chocolate,” Lorraine said, playing up her Halloween persona. “I want your dick daddy. I’ve been working the streets for you all day, and I haven’t been fucked yet.”
Dd, forgetting his friend’s mom was roleplaying, does what comes naturally when a slut ask for some dark meat. Standing on the side of the bed, Dd pulls out his cock, and slowly starts stuffing Lorraine’s steamed clam on all fours.
At first Lorraine’s meaty vaginal lips opened up with ease around Dd’s fat utensil. However, in no time at all, Jimmy’s mom was looking as if she being shish kabob, by the large cock quickly moving in and out of her. While Richie, starts recording with his cellphone the sounds of a wounded animal, coming from the expression of horror on Mrs. Lorraine’s wide opened mouth face, as she gasps for air.
“Ouch baby, are you wearing a strap on,” Lorraine Dela Cruz said, waiting for a reply while biting her bottom lip. “Never gone this deep before, muy grande! I don’t like it, it’s to big. If you’re going to continue, take it slow so I can stretch out, and accommodate the larger size better. Just be careful with me Honey, I’m not use to monster cock.”
Dd, keeping a slower pace with the his stride, now careful not to go balls deep, in fear he might rip out Lorraine’s vagina. While Richie, pulls on the light blue silk lace to unravel Lorraine’s designer top. As each small skeleton fist released their grip one by one, the blue lace crisscrosses the neckline around Loraine’s cleavage. Doing what it’s designed to do, her top retracts to the sides from the spandex type of synthetic material.
Wearing no bra underneath, Mrs. Dela Cruz’s boobs plopped out looking similar to hanging speed bags a boxers might use to train with. Attached to long erect nipples you can chew on with your back molars. Both Richie, and Dd, careful to only use one hand each, as they fondled Mrs. Dela Cruz at the same time.
“Oh, oh, si baby,” Lorraine said, in a relaxed voice impressed that her husband is finally fucking her right. “Show me how the candy bunny does it, crack those creamy huevos inside me. Let me feel those chocolate walnuts kiss my cherry.”
Richie, now jealous from watching his friend having all the fun, as his better judgment loses the will to fight when he sees how wet Mrs. Dela Cruz’s thighs are. Now signaling to Dd, to switch places, while Richie, started removing his pants, and underwear.
Dd, taking his hands off Lorraine, and slowly stepping back as his cock slipped out of a warm buttery pussy. While Richie steps in, wearing only a cowboy hat, and an ugly button down shirt with a bolo tie. Finishing off the awful ensemble, with green cowboy boots, and plastic spurs.
“Si, muy caliente,” Lorraine said, thinking it’s intermission. “Wearing this blindfold really makes me feel like I’m getting fucked by a stranger. No, you don’t need a break? I never knew they made strap on dildos for men. This fake dick feels much smaller than the first one. Let me guess, first the pimp gets his, then a paying John gets sloppy seconds. Honey, you think of everything, you’re such a pervert.”
Richie, with a sad look on his face, standing on the side of the bed fucking his friend’s mom in the doggy style position. While Dd records all the action trying not to laugh out loud after hearing Lorraine’s comets. Mrs. Dela Cruz’s tits bounce with the motion from rocking back and forth. As Richie poses for the camera, flexing one arm, and pulling on Lorraine’s hair with his other hand.
“Si, dame mas dinero,” Lorraine said, playing up her part as a professional trick. “I do this to get paid, so stop trying to make love to me, and fuck me sometime before my family comes home. There’s other customers waiting to rent this ass besides you.”
With Dd, now busy focusing the camera on Richie, riding Lorraine’s backside like a cowboy. As Richie waved his cowboy hat in the air, while pretending to lasso cows, and shoot finger guns at invisible Bandits.
At one point, Richie leans over Lorraine, and starts fucking her faster. Slapping Lorraine’s ass, so they can giddy up, and giddy out. For the Sheriff of Dela Cruz, and his trusty law dogs, are on the chase with our hero through Death Valley. Apparently, Richie Spaniard, is a wanted horse thief who stole the Sheriff’s prized Mare.
Richie, holding on tight to the back of Lorraine’s hair. He looks back. He looks forward. He looks back again. As imaginary law dogs fire off a barrage of bullets that come buzzing by Richie’s head. Moving around, playing a life or death game of dodgeball, Richie, then catches a bullet with his teeth.
Dd, turning around the cell phone camera to face himself. As he dramatically speaks words without any sound coming out, saying, “this cowpoke nigger, is catching bullets with his teeth!”
Knowing there’s only one way out, its killer, or be killed. Richie, being a deadly shot skilled technician, who always knowing his mark. Blindly from behind, fires off his finger guns, as law dogs start dropping like flies all around him.
“Ow, no idiota,” Lorraine said yelling, not realizing she was rudely interrupting a silent Western being filmed in her bedroom. “Stop slapping my ass, and pulling my hair! As the sign says in the antique store, ‘you break it, you buy it.'”
The movie critics called, “heart pounding, heavy breathing, neigh saying, clickety clack nut slapping adrenaline rush, that will have you at the edge of your seat.”
Bang Bang Lorraine!
Starring: Richie Spaniard, as the legendary horse thief. Mrs. Lorraine Dela Cruz, as the carrot sucking prized winning Mare. And imaginary guest star, Jimmy’s dad, as the Sheriff of Dela Cruz. Directed and produced by Dd Smalls.
With all the lawdogs now dead, and only the Sheriff of Dela Cruz left. Richie, turns the galloping high stepping Mare around, and charges forward to face his destiny.
In case you’re not following, Mrs. Loraine Dela Cruz is on her back with her nipples, and 8 inch pumps pointing to the heavens. Richie, hitting it hard and fast. Knowing there’s only so much more the prized Mare could take, especially from the sounds she was making.
“Mmm oh God, si mas mas mas,” Lorraine shouted, on her way to a climactic ending. “Kill that pussy for me!”
While Richie, is in the middle of a firefight for his life, with the Sheriff of Dela Cruz. Realizing his finger guns are out of bullets, and not knowing how much more he could push the prized Mare, as she was biting her lips, and moaning uncontrollably. With only one gun left being jammed in a tight overheated holster, Richie not wanting to pull it out knows he has no choice. Riding off into the sunset with the prize winning Mare is no longer an option.
As Lorraine’s electric blue nail polished toes, start to curl inside her open toe fuck me pumps. Her knees, crossing inward together, meeting in the center of Richie’s chest. While Mrs. Dela Cruz’s vaginal muscles tighten around Richie’s cock, and her thighs begin to shake. Lorraine, hits a single high note with the word, “si!” Right before every muscle in her body released simultaneously. Mrs. Del Cruz, looking as if she fainted. Although, you really couldn’t tell because of the blindfold.
Knowing the end has come for our hero, as the sweat from his brow keeps pouring off him, all while he continues to beat a dead horse. As the Sheriff of Dela Cruz, closes in fast. Richie then thrust himself off the lifeless Mare, as his rifle dislodges from the tight holster it was being jammed into. Attempting to grab a hold of the gun while 3 ft in the air, with no control, the rifle fires off two shots by itself, “bang bang!”
Dd, and Richie, in shock looking at the gruesome scene left behind. It was everywhere. On her blindfold. In her mouth. On her tits. Inside her left ear. Even in Lorraine’s hair, on the back of her head.
With tears in his eyes, the Sheriff of Dela Cruz slowly walks up behind the boys, and says, “I loved that horse. Looks as if she’s in the middle of being processed at the glue factory. What the fuck did you two idiots do?”
Then the Sheriff slowly disappeared back into the boy’s imagination.
Yeah, Richie’s dick gun shot off two heavy ball bearing loads, point blank into his friend’s mom’s face. Then Lorraine’s head went back, and to the left. Again, her head went back, and to the left. In order to examine what happened we need to discuss the official story.
Two shots fired, directly into Lorraine’s face. Followed by the two shots then bouncing off her face into the air, before making a slight diagonal curve to the left, moving in a downward motion. As the projectiles now passed the bed, and before it could hit the floor, it takes a straight line to the right going underneath the bed. Then there, by the grace of God go I. The ejaculate shoots straight up passing through the box spring, and the mattress, before hitting the Mrs. Dela Cruz in the back of the head.
Ladies and gentlemen, I have seen a lot of cum shots in my day. But I’ve never seen one with such mystical powers, it spits in the face of God himself. Using science, by checking all the angles, and crunching the numbers. I would like to present a secondary possibility.
It’s my assumption, there was a second shooter in the room. Think about it, two shots to the face, and yet there’s cum dripping off the back of her head. That means the two shots we initially know about, is not the first shot made that day. This is the definition of conspiracy. We need to ask ourselves the tough questions. Who had something to gain for shooting Mrs. Lorraine Dela Cruz in the back of the head?
The movie screen goes black, as a loud applause comes from inside an auditorium. While a gorgeous blonde walks up to a podium set on center stage.
“Our next clip comes from Cucks, of Bang Cock, a tale of two star crossed gay lovers on the run from a bunch of flag waving American Nazis,” the tasty blond said, right before the clip started showing.
“This world, doesn’t give a hill of refried beans for a couple of gay black men trying to make it,” said the lead character of the story, named Red. “That’s why you have to be strong for the both of us. Now you’re going to walk out of this restroom stall, and ride that bus back to Cincinnati, to see your wife and kids. And I don’t want you to give me any tears, because I don’t deserve any.”
Red, continuing on with his impassioned speech, “Our time together will always be special. Memories of when we met an hour ago, and I said to you, ‘hey kid, yeah I’m looking at you. I got $50 burning a hole in my pocket, you want it?'”
The audience inside the auditorium applauds, as the gorgeous blond returns to the podium with an envelope.
“And the winner for best epic cum shot ever written, goes to, Cucks, of Bang Cock,” said the stupid blond excitedly, right before the dimwitted crowd erupts into a standing ovation. As an old angry man in a trench coat, tries to yell over the audience.
“Boo, Cucks, of Bang Cock,” the angry old man shouted. “The only good part in that story, is when gay Antifa went to the Nazi rally, and Mr. French shit into Jimmy’s mouth! I was fucking jipped! These awards show are for a bunch of hobnobbing snobs!”
The old man continuing to hysterically ramble on, while being dragged out by security, “I was going to film myself shoving the award up my ass, before shiting it out into a toilet. It would have represented my hatred towards capitalistic slavery that is continuously being done to the proletariat! I was going to go on stage and shout, ‘United States first black president, unintentionally brought slavery back to the African continent in Libya!'”
Sorry for getting political ruining the story for you. I know breaking the fourth wall by talking directly to you, is the hallmark sign of a terrible story. But here me out, I don’t care. No, no, I care. I promise, no more fourth wall shit. I’ll just do the narration.
The whole Obama brought slavery back to the African continent unintentionally. I’m almost positive, slavery would have returned anyways. Even if United States didn’t bomb the shit out of Libya, and remove Muammar al-Gaddafi. Okay, friends now? Yeah, we’re friends now.
Now where were we. Richie’s beating a dead horse. Then he’s up in the air, his dick gun goes off, “bang bang!” And the boy’s are in shock standing over their friend’s mom’s cum face. Oh yeah, here we are. Lorraine laughs, rolling over on her stomach, as a spoonful of Richie’s ejaculate slips out of her mouth.
“Oh my God baby, last time I was fucked that good I was still in college,” Mrs. Lorraine Dela Cruz said, with her backside facing the boys. “I got to hand it to you, normally you break character and talk, but not today. By the way, are you eating red meat again? Your cum taste awful.”
Richie, slowly coming out of his state of shock, tapping Dd on his shoulder, hand signaling that they had to leave now while she’s not looking. While Lorraine removes the blindfold to clean her face on a bed sheet, before reaching for her cell phone off the nightstand, to read out loud an incoming text message.
“Sorry my little Finger Puppet, daddy is not going to make it home tonight” Lorraine’s husband said, in the text message. “Brain fart, completely forgot I made plans with the guys at the station to go out for drinks tonight, so I’ll be home late. Will do the whole hooker, and black pimp thing another day.”
Lorraine, quickly looking over her shoulder finding Richie, and Dd, trying to escape after being up in her cookie jar.
“Dd, Richie, what the hell are you guys doing,” an upset Lorraine asked, immediately getting off the bed, and covering herself up with the top bed sheet around her body. “Both of you, sit down on the bed, and tell me what you idiotas were thinking?”
As both Dd, and Richie, speak over each other like they were high on speed. Trying to explain they came looking for Jimmy, and found a note on the welcome mat. Thinking the note was for them, only to find their friend was not home. To then checking out Jimmy’s mother, looking extremely attractive in front of her vanity mirror. Then went downstairs, finding a pimp costume, with a tin can of shoe polish next it. To finally going balls deep on their friend’s horny mom.
“Because you guys are friend’s with my son, I’m not going to call the cops,” Lorraine said, scrolling through her cell phone. “However, I am going to call my husband, and both of your parents, and tell them exactly what happened.”
Richie, nudging Dd, to do something as both friends sat on the bed with only a shirt on. Trying to cover there still hard dicks with both hands. Dd, realizing they still had the upper hand in the situation, telling Richie, “just follow my lead bro.”
“Look, if anyone should be upset, its me,” Dd said to Lorraine. “Blackface Mrs. Dela Cruz, imagine that bit of information going around social media. It could really be damaging to your husband reputation at work. Him being the towns police chief and all.”
Mrs, Lorraine Dela Cruz, making one of those weird disgusted faces girls get when they’re upset or annoyed. Looking as if someone other than herself, farted in the bedroom.
“No one is going to believe you two idotas,” Lorraine says, as she stops pushing on her cell phone. “And you, take my underwear off from around your neck.”
“If you want Mrs. Dela Cruz, I could call your son right now,” Richie said, brainstorming more leverage. “I’ll tell Jimmy, his mom left a note on the welcome mat, to seduce the both of us for money. Its two against one Mrs. Dela Cruz.”
“My son, is not going to take his friends word over his mother, I’m calling Jimmy to tell him what you two idotas are up too,” Lorraine said, now calling her son as the phone rings.
Dd, holding an Ace card in his hand, while Lorraine watches the video on Richie’s cell phone. The image of Richie pulling on Lorraine’s hair fucking her on all fours, in conjunction with Loraine saying in Spanish, “yes, give me more money. I do this to get paid, so stop trying to make love to me, and fuck me sometime before my family comes home.”
“Hi mom, what’s up,” Jimmy answering his phone.
“Hola Mijo, just calling to see how late you’re planning to stay out tonight,” Lorraine said, in a low energy tone. “No, I haven’t seen Dd, or Richie. No one’s come by the house because of covid, remember. Anyways, I was calling to see if you decide to come home early, to call me, I might want you to pick me up something to eat. I’ll let you go back to the party, love you, be safe.”
Lorraine, staring at the two with almost a blank look on her face after hanging up the phone with her son. Her eyes looking downward on two throbbing hard cocks she was just enjoying right before reading her husband’s text message. As a slight mischievous smile slowly comes across the boys face, knowing they were in full control.
“I still can’t wrap my mind around the fact this is really happening,” Lorraine said, to Richie, and Dd. “I’m going to need you to delete any videos with you two having sex with me. Then keep your mouth shut on social media, about my husband wanting to role play a 1970s pimp in blackface. And not a word about any of this to anyone.”
“So what are we negotiating in this verbal contract, that would make us do any of these things you asked,” said Dd, wanting Lorraine to elaborate the obvious.
“My husband, and son will be out late tonight,” Lorraine said, in a seductive voice. “Even though one of you finished, I’m going to assume from the size differences Richie gave me the facial. I know you boys really want to continue, and I’m willing to do what ever it takes to satisfy your willingness to commit to this verbal contract. Muy grande Dd, dame chocolate huevos. Tell me boys, have you ever had your salad tossed?”
As Mrs. Dela Cruz, drops the bed sheet she was using to cover herself, before removing her top completely, now wearing only a skirt, and high heels. She bends over in a standing position, as Lorraine’s face lowers into Dd’s lap. While Dd, lays back on the bed, enjoying his friend’s mom licking his chocolate balls.
Richie, now pulling down Lorraine’s skirt, so she could steps out of them. Mrs. Lorraine Dela Cruz, now bent over fully nude with only a pair of $700 pumps on her feet. As Richie, returns to gutting the Spanish clam, fucking Jimmy’s mom from behind.
Richie, and Dd, looking over the arch of Mrs. Dela Cruz backside, acknowledging each other with a smile. Surely, both individually thinking in their minds on how they got to this point. From finding a note on the floor, to finding Jimmy’s mom, instead of Jimmy himself. All by taking a chance on a stupid idea.
To now, both friends enjoying the view that is Mrs. Dela Cruz, bobbing up and down for chocolate nut. As Lorraine’s husband, and son, gets covid from partying all night. Mrs. Lorraine Dela Cruz, truly the embodiment of the spirit of Halloween, not just wearing a costume, but embracing her inner whore entirely.
Dd, and Richie, taking complete advantage of their human fuck toy. Fucking their friend’s mom repeatedly, in every conceivable sex position.
If Lorraine’s body was a bowling ball, and fingers were dicks. And being thrown down the lane knocking pins down represented sex. Then the amount of times she was forced through the ball return, only to get thrown down the lane until the game ended. That would probably represent how big of a whore Jimmy’s mom was that night.
One hour, and thirty minutes later.
“Hola Mijo, are you on your way home,” Lorraine said, answering the phone while still hosting a suck a fuck party. “Hold on Jimmy, I got something between my teeth.”
“Open up wide Bitch, here comes the creamy huevos,” said Dd, before releasing his grip off the back of Mrs. Lorraine Dela Cruz’s head.
“Hello mom, sounds like you’re choking pretty bad, and did I just here Dd,” Jimmy asked, noticing his mother’s graspy voice.
“No Mijo, your stupid friends are not over here,” Loraine said, while gently licking Richie’s hairy nutsack. “I had a piece of chocolate stuck down my throat, and the TV’s on. Don’t bother picking me up anything to eat, I whipped up some tossed salads, with a protein shakes to fill me up.”
“Jesus Christ mom, why do you always got to make it sound like eating food is sexual,” Jimmy said, now getting suspicious. “Even right now, I can hear you slurping on something making different sexual noises.”
“Don’t put our Lord and savior name in vain, telling your mother I’m some sort of food slut,” Loraine said, right before making a Freudian slip. “If you have to know I’m eating Richie’s dick.”
“I knew it,” Jimmy said, yelling in his car over the phone. “You and dad decided to do some cuck shit on one of your perverted role playing nights! That required me to leave the house, so my two friends that were suppose to meet across town, are instead back at my house tag teaming my mom! Jesus fuck Christ, I can hear Dd laughing, and Richie moaning!”
“I said I’m eating a Richie stick, Its the generic creamsicle brand you get from the grocery store,” Lorraine said, knowing her son’s not that stupid. “Oh God Mijo, this Richie stick is spilling out the top dripping all over the place, I have to suck all the cream out. Mmm, it is so good. Hola Mijo? Jimmy, are you still there?”
Lorraine, hanging up the cell phone, and taking a moment to herself to regain her thoughts.
“I told Jimmy, if I ever found out he was still going to those flag humping Nazis rallies, that I was going to find a way to punish him,” Lorraine said. “To think, I get my brain’s fucked out, and my son we’ll have to live with the fact his two friends were the the ones who did it. Okay boys, that was my son, and your friend on the phone, and it’s safe to say that he knows. He’ll be here any minute, so put your clothes on, and get out of here.”
Dd, starts playing around with Ritchie’s cell phone, attempting to make good on the verbal contract. Trying to get rid of any unseemly footage of Mrs. Lorraine Dela Cruz, in any compromising positions.
“You know, if you get rid of the footage, how are you going to blackmail me later,” Lorraine said smiling. “My husband has his kinks, and you boys found mine. Everytime a squirrel runs across the security cameras outside, after jumping out of my son’s 2nd floor bedroom, my cell phone shows me the image. I knew you guys were in the house when you two idiotas decided to walk through the back sliding door.”
“You mean, you wanted to fuck your son’s friends,” Richie asked, seeming to be in disbelief.
“No, I wanted you to force me to fuck my son’s friends,” said Lorraine, knowing she got what she wanted and so did her husband.
“Say what, come again,” said Dd, wanting to know what just happened.
As Lorraine informed the two that her husband was suppose to come inside the house, put on the pimp costume, with blackface. Then pretend he was another man fucking his wife. Lorraine, then pointing to the different hidden cameras in the bedroom. Claiming, she purposely left her bedroom door cracked open so the two boys could watch her in front of the vanity mirror.
Apparently there is a security camera in the living room. Soon as Lorraine’s husband saw on his cell phone, Dd, putting on the pimp costume.
Mr. Dela Cruz, immediately texted his wife, “good news Sweetheart, we don’t have to do the racist blackface anymore. We got ourselves a genuine 1970s black pimp about to come up the staircase. However, I think you might have to fuck his partner in crime, especially if you want to keep Richie from talking. The balls are in your court. I’ll be watching everything from the command center soon as I get home.”
When it comes to the text message about her husband going out for drink with his work colleagues. It was just a selfie of Mr. Dela Cruz, in the garage sitting on a chair with his pants and underwear around his ankles. As his dick laid to one side, with his own ejaculate shot into his face pretending to be dead. While a caption reads, “yeehaw!”
“You see boys, I’m always in control,” Lorraine said, to Dd and Ritchie. “You can keep the videos on your cell phone, just don’t download it to any websites. And remember, not to talk about what happened here tonight. Do that, and you guys can fuck me anytime my son isn’t home. You both know where the front door is, so use it, and get the hell out of my house.”
Richie, and Dd, are now downstairs by the front door about to turn the knob to make their exit from the home. Unknowingly being watched by Jimmy’s father, sitting in the living room in full drag. Mr. Dela Cruz, dressed as if he was auditioning for the lead male character in Rocky Whore.
“Hey boys, happy Halloween,” Mr. Dela Cruz said, excitedly. “Richie, fastest nuts in the west, I was chuckling my balls off. And big man! Big Dee, little Dee, what that spell, Dd. I tell you what, Jimmy’s mom is going to be loose for me tonight. Also Dd, do me a favor will you, and have that pimp outfit dry cleaned before you bring it back. You can keep the platform shoes. Okay guys, you be safe out there.”
“Happy Halloween, Mr. Dela Cruz,” the boys, simultaneously saying together before almost making it out the front door.
“Boys, before I forgot,” Jimmy’s dad said. “Apparently there’s some crazy gypsy, wearing a trench coat running around the neighborhood. I don’t know if this is true or not, but I hear he was in a terrible lawn mowing accident. Supposably he only has one infected testicle, with three spiky pubic hairs protruding from it, that hangs all the way down passed his knees. The skin holding it together is similar to a leather whip.”
Mr. Dela Cruz continuing on, “they say, he sneaks into peoples homes at night while they’re sleeping. Then slowly drags his testicle across their face, right before he yells, ‘wake up! Wake up! America’s a corporate fascist state! Rich assholes on Wall Street, didn’t want to pay taxes to bail themselves out everytime capitalism takes a shit! So they’re counterfeiting money calling it Quantitative Easing!'”
“All while the old gypsy whips them repeatedly in the face with his moist nut, in conjunction with screams coming from the victims, along with a slapping noise,” Jimmy’s dad said, making hand motions whipping around an invisible testicle. “The only way he’ll stop, is if you gently start licking the testicle to calm him down. I know right. I hear it’s really fucking funny to watch. Anyways, if it hits anywhere on your skin you’ll get super herpes.”
“I’m just fucking with you guys, super herpes isn’t real,” Mr. Dela Cruz said, finally letting the boys leave. “You guys be safe out there, and happy Halloween. Don’t forget to come back and fuck my wife!”
Soon as the boys walk out of the home, they hear Mr. Dela Cruz yelling from inside the house, “no Lorraine, don’t take a shower, I haven’t licked you yet!”
“Do you think it’s weird Jimmy’s dad was jerking off to us fucking his wife,” said Richie, asking Dd as they walked away from Jimmy’s house.
“I thought it was weird when I had my legs in the air in the squatting position, resting my ballsack on the bridge of Lorraine’s nose, while you stood in the corner tugging on your cock smiling at me,” said Dd.
“I was watching Lorraine, and trying to keep my hard on,” Richie said, getting triggered. “You’re the gay one, with your legs up in the air smiling at me.”
“You better stop with all that gay baiting,” Dd said. “Probably started going to those rallies with Jimmy, that’s where you’re getting all this hate from. And I wasn’t smiling at you, I was enjoying my ass getting licked. If anyone’s harboring hard ons for buttholes, its you, for smiling at my butthole. By the way, why am I the last to hear about Jimmy hanging with Nazis. Did you know about this?”
“Well Jimmy has been dropping the n-word a lot lately,” said Ritchie.
“Why did you do that, Just say nigger,” said Dd, looking annoyed.
“What do you mean, I said the n-word, that’s the same as apologizing for saying nigger,” said Richie.
“The n-word is not an apology, if you want to apologize for saying the word nigger, then say I’m sorry for saying the word nigger,” Dd said. “Because kids are stupid echo chambers, the n-word is just age appropriate. Parents have always been saying inappropriate words by using the first letter of that word, just so their stupid 5 year olds won’t be running around saying fuck everywhere they go.”
“A world of knowledge from Dd Smalls,” Richie said, with a stupefied look on his face. “Let me see if I get this right. The n-word, is just a way for rich white millionaires on television, to pretentiously get away with saying nigger. At the same time pretending to apologize for it, all without actually apologizing for saying nigger?”
“Right, n-word is a license for woke people to get away with saying nigger,” Dd said. “If it means the same, then there’s no difference, other than one is age appropriate.”
“Okay, now what if we imagine a scenario,” Richie said, thinking outside the box. “You and I are characters in a perverted story, written by a deranged lunatic with one nut. Don’t look at me that way Dd, just hear me out. If the author is black, then everything that borderlines with stereotypes and racism gets a pass. However, if the author is not black, then he just used you as a voice activated sock puppet in black person, to spew racist jokes he otherwise couldn’t get away with today.”
Richie unknowingly unlocking a Pandora’s box.
“Damn Richie, that was deep,” Dd said, with a surprised look on his face. “And by deep, I mean deeply fucking stupid. Think about it, we drove over to Jimmy’s house. Yet we have been walking for a good ten minutes. Where are we going? Who the hell is our parents? Where do we live? Do we even know what Jimmy looks like?”
“No, we have families, love ones, people who care about us,” Richie said, as Dd’s paranoia catches contagion. “I just for some reason can’t remember any of them. My family members I mean.”
“Dammit Richie, don’t you get it,” Dd said, now on his knees in tears. “He didn’t write back stories for us. Because you said, ‘if the author is not black, then he just used you as a voice activated sock puppet in black person, to spew racist jokes he otherwise wouldn’t get away with today.'”
Dd, continuing to speak as though Richie had stumbled onto a secret, “don’t you get it, we’re now realizing we are in the middle of nowhere. He could be coming up with all kinds of fucked up ideas. What if the author’s name is Jimmy, and his mom is some 300 pound white lady named Bertha. Oh God Richie, I think we might have fucked some Midwestern dairy cow!”
“No, there has to be a plausible explanation for this,” Richie said, scratching his head. “If we were fictional characters in his story, why not just get gay Antifa to hold us down, while Mr. French shits in our mouth. Wait a second, how do I know about Cucks, of Bang Cock?”
“No Fuck Face, now you’re giving him ideas,” Dd said. “That’s your new name by the way, Fuck Face, its no longer Richie.”
“Do you here me Jimmy, Richie’s new name is Fuck Face,” said Dd, yelling at the sky as his mental health goes over a cliff.
“There’s a plausible explanation for this, we could be hallucinating on some sort of LSD,” Fuck Face said, still in his denial. “Perhaps we ate some tainted candy corn, in about 4 to 8 hours we should be fine.”
Dd, now in the fetal position, rocking side to side, blubbering to himself crying on the sidewalk.
“God dammit Dd, no,” a self righteous Fuck Face said in defiance, to his terrified friend unable to respond. “I refuse to believe our existence is just letters formed into words, put into sentences, as nothing but descriptions of fiction. We are men, who’s asked the age old question since the invention of time. Who are we? Where are we going? What’s our purpose for existence?”
“First question, who are we,” Fuck Face said, while pacing in a circle around Dd. “Well I know who I am. I’m Cunty Mcfuck Face the 3rd, my father was Cunty Mcfuck Face the 2nd, and my grandfather was the 1st Cunty Mcfuck Face to be born in America.”
“Next question, where are we going,” Cunty Mcfuck Face said. “I figure if we start walking in one direction something might jog our memory. As for the last question, our purpose for existence? Only the future can answer that question. That’s right, I wasn’t voted human fortune cookie in my high school yearbook for nothing. Now get up Dd, and let’s start walking towards that old man in the trench coat playing with that weird looking yo-yo.”
An angry old gypsy screams out, while whipping his nut at two idiots, “wake up! Wake up! United States supports 70% of the world’s dictators, including the Saudi Arabia’s genocide in Yemen. All to preserve United States dollar as the world’s reserve currency.”
A purpose for existence, in a bleak future that has lost all resemblance of normalcy. Prior having to decide on which dunce hat the American public wanted to wear, by either voting for a Nazi with a learning disability, or a man who has the mind of Ronald Reagan coming out of the White House. Two young men, are left with the hopeless task of fighting mutants after a vaccine gone wrong.
“Okay mutant scum, it’s time for Wormhole to be all up in your shit,” said Dd, balls deep inside a mutants butthole.
“We, we, we, we, we, we,” the mutant, crying out in pain the only word mutants can speak.
“Hey Seed, it’s fuck o’clock time,” Dd said, yelling at Richie to switch places. “So dump that miracle nut, and change this mutant fuck back into a human!”
The movie critics called, “a no holds bar, mutant raping good time.”
I Am Not A Legend!
Starring: Dd Smalls, as Wormhole. Richie Spaniard, as Seed. The pancake syrup lady, as Dd’s mom, the widower Mrs. Smalls. And Lorraine Dela Cruz, as Mutant Unchained.
So hold on to your bloomers, because this paper bag of shit is about to get lit.
Coming soon, to a neighborhood near you.
Written by Epcy6,9, & Angry Hubby.