Devil Chicken's Stories.

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Your birthday party was around the corner and your Mom had already prepared everything: She ordered the cake, bought the decoration, picked up and wrapped the presents...

... Everything except for the guests.

She emailed your old classmates, asking them to come to the party. Some replied, rejecting the offer, most of them didn't even bother writing back. Your Mom wrote an email again, informing them they didn't even had to bring a present; just coming would be the best present possible. Even less people replied. Seeing how nobody seemed to be interested was breaking your Mom's little heart.

Your Mom grew more and more desperate day after day, trying to find a way to lure, so to say, people to the celebration. Even after moving to this city years ago you had problems making new friends to hang out with, and unbeknownst to you, your Mom had her own problems with that matter too.

The hopelessness got so immense in the back of your Mom's head that she resorted to the most desperate tactic she could think of: Bribing.

She knew about some of your old classmates and most importantly, she knew where they hanged out after school - In the playground behind the school - mostly because you told her that piece of information a while back, talking about how some of your old classmates seemed to have gotten stuck after highschool. She somehow saved it, as if she knew that it would come in handy sometime.

The day before your birthday party she went there on the afternoon, knowing they'd be there. She had something to do, she told you. 

The summer was ending, but it was still a hot day, she was thinking as she saw them: Five young, reckless guys hanging around. As she approached them, she realized how the air around them smelled like cannabis, the music they were listening had a lot of bad words and they laughed loudly and obnoxiusly.

They got quiet when they saw your Mom walking towards them. She smiled and started talking, trying to sound as convincing as possible.

- Hey guys, I'm Anon's Mom and... - Your Mom heard some giggles coming from some of them, as if they didn't quite took you serious. She ignored them - ... And I was thinking... Maybe you could come his birthday party? No presents needed, and I'd give you 100 bucks for the hassle, if you want. He'd be so happy and...

She abruptly stopped talking. Somebody of the group turned up the volume of the music making it sound so loud that it engulfed your Mom's voice; it was impossible for anyone to hear what she was saying. She got the memo: Shut up and leave us alone.

Your Mom looked down feeling devastated. She uttered a "Thank you for your attention" that nobody actually heard, turned around and quickly walked back to the parking lot. She realized how nervous she got by the sweat on her palms.

She realized that somebody caught up to her. The tallest, seemingly oldest guy of the group. Definitely older than your son. Probably one of the guys that had to repeat a year. She turned her head towards to him and he started talking:

- I'm sorry for that. They aren't used to talking to women yet, and it shows. I'm Ethan.

Your Mom felt the pain of the disrespect rapidly vanishing. - Oh... Thank you... I didn't want to bother you and your friends...

- And you didn't. No worries. As for your invitation... I'd gladly come.

Your Mom felt the already dead hope revive. The warmth sensation of realizing that someone really cared took over. She told him when and where he had to show up and even gave him her phone number before saying good-bye to each other. What a charming young man, she thought to herself.

...

The day came and she prepared everything before you came back from the college's afternoon classes. Everything was ready. Ethan should arrive in a few minutes.

The door ringed and your Mom ran to open the door. Your Mom let him come inside, which let her detect the same cannabis odor of yesterday. Whatever, she was young once too.

Your Mom kept running, hysterically double and even triple checking everything, everywhere.

- Ms. Anon, we have to talk about something...

Your Mom turned around, surprised by how close he was. So close that she could smell him. So close that she could feel the cannabis smell invading her nostrils.

Having caught your Mom's attention, he continued - I've been thinking a lot about your proposal of yesterday... And I don't want any money for being here... I just want you to... I want you to suck me off.

Your Mom looked at him as if she just saw an alien. When she was done assimilating what he just asked, she just negated with her head, too astounded to even vocalize her thoughts.

- Oh well... - Ethan continued - Then I'll just leave now... It'd be a shame if we started spreading that nobody came to Anon's party... And that his Mom tried bribing me... - He casually threatened as he showed you a Whatsapp conversation your Mom knew very well.

Your Mom got it. Extorsion. And a dilemma for her: Her decency and decorum, or your happiness and well-being...?

- Bu... But... Nobody can find out about this... - She tried asserting herself, even though she just sounded meek and unconvincingly.

- Of course, of course, Ms. Anon... Now just come here... - He said while pulling your Mom by the arm towards him - Let's do it quickly... Before he comes...

Hurrying and rushing was just a mere tactic to not let your Mom think about backing off. She realized his intention behind it too, but she just kept undoing his belt while kneeling down.

- Just for a while, right...? Anon is on the way...

Ethan nodded. His smirk was revolting. He didn't even think it would work, and it got even bigger when he thought about pushing his luck even further as your Mom pulled his pants down.

- ... Lick it over the boxers first... Shit gets me hard...

Your Mom wasn't exactly happy getting told what to do by a guy half her age.

- Yeah... Keep going... Now suck the tip... Put it in your mouth... - Your Mom looked up to him. The fire in her eyes spoke volumes...

... But she just did as told. 

"He's just a horny guy. Just do it for a while. For Anon..." She told to herself while sucking the head over the fabric of his underwear.

- Damn... Now I'm hard as fuck, right? Ain't my dick hard now? - Your Mom nodded, answering his stupid question. - C'mon... Pull my dick out... We gotta hurry up...

Your Mom quickly pulled his shorts down, making his erect cock jump out, hitting her on the chin, making a very distinct and funny sound. A smile appeared on her face, even though she tried suppresing it. 

She grabbed his dick with her hand and closed her eyes. Her lips approached his exposed tip. Your Mom slowly opened her lips, sticking out her tongue. The gap between the two got every second closer and closer, until she felt the warm and round surface of his dick on it. She slowly moved her tongue upwards, effectively licking his frenulum, sending a wave of pleasure through Ethan's cock, making him exhale. It seemed like he enjoyed that, so your Mom thought by logic just to keep doing it.

- Damn... I cannot believe it... - He murmured as your Mom started licking the sweetest spot of every dick. - Fuck... This bitch... Just put it in your mouth already... And don't forget them balls...

... And so did your Mom; she kept carefully, almost afraid of doing something wrong, sucking his dick and caressing his testicles, making him moan, enjoying himself, as he grabbed a handful of hair with his hand.

- Just keep moving your tongue... - He ordered as he pushed her head on his cock, taking over the control of the fellatio. - Yeah... Just keep doing this, slut...

Your Mom didn't have the possibility of reprimanding him because of calling her names, as he just keep pushing her head faster and faster down his cock, not giving her time to think or to talk.

- Fuck... I'm so going to cum... - She dropped her hands down looking for the paper tissues she had in her pockets as Ethan began jerking his dick in front of her pretty face. 

- Open your mouth and close your eyes, bitch... I'm gonna cum all over your face... - His voice was ragged. Deep. Serious. Your Mom tried talking. She tried telling him not to. Her makeup. Her hair. Her clothes. Why didn't he care? 

Unconsciously, she tried putting the tissue between her face and the imminent eruption. Ethan saw her hands moving upwards and lashed out - Leave your hands down there and close your fucking eyes, you fucking stupid bitch! - His voice sounded so intimidating that she just shut her eyes while looking in her pockets for the tissues. In which pocket were they?!

Your Mom finally found the tissues as the first rope of cum landed on her face. And the second. And a lot more followed. With her eyes closed, she had to perceive everything with the other senses. The cum was warm. Sticky. It reeked. And the one string that got in her mouth tasted pretty terrible. She could heard how loud he groaned as he orgasmed. The violent, quick sounds with which he was jerking off on her. She felt pretty vulnerable, unprotected without being able to see.

And she was, indeed, vulnerable. She didn't see how Ethan, when she closed her eyes, pulled up his phone and started filming his white work of art on the beautiful canvas that was your Mom's face.

...

When you entered the door, you saw the living room weirdly dimmed out. You turned on the light, revealing the lovely birthday party prepared... But nobody jumped out, yelling "Happy Birthday!" as it usually happened. 

You walked down the corridor, looking for your Mom. You found her in the bathroom. She was tidying herself up. Maybe you arrived sooner than expected?

- Mom...?

Your Mom turned towards you, surprised - Sweetie! You're back already! Have you seen Ethan?

- Ethan? You mean, Ethan, my old bu... I mean, classmate? No, why? - You were dumbfounded. Why did your Mom mention him? You never told her about his bullying in your school years. Did she invite him?

- Isn't... Isn't Ethan there? - The expression on your Mom's face suddenly changed from excited and happy to disappointed, almost hurt. - He... He told me he'd come... Actually, he was already...

She stopped talking and seemed to think for a second. Her face lighted up again, her demeanor just as joyful as a few seconds ago - Ah, don't worry! Did you already saw the living room?

- Yes, Mom. It's great, really. I was just planning on not celebrating my birthday, as last year nobody came... But now I'm happy you put something together for me. It really means a lot...

You leaned in and kissed your Mom on her cheek for the first time in years, wanting to show her that you still loved her as your Mom. You couldn't help but to realize your lips tasted somehow salty after kissing her.

As for Ethan, he just left without saying anything as your Mom peeled the jizz off of her face after he stopped cumming. She trusted him to wait for you in the living room as planned while she put herself together again in the bathroom.

You spent the afternoon playing board games alone with your Mom. She was apparently having fun with you, besides the times she wrote something on the phone as her expression suddenly got more serious, almost as if she was mad. You wondered with whom she was chatting. Probably work things, you thought.