From Out of the Rain - Sex Stories

From Out of the Rain

Rob Holden, 15, 6ft 2, 200lbs, blond hair, brown eyes, it all sounds so routine. In fact it was, Rob’s live was always the same boring circle over and over again. He wanted to break free, live a little more, but he never knew how. Exploring didn’t work; it just didn’t help him fulfil his wants. But what you’re about to hear sounds like a massive story of chance, when it’s actually the 24 hours that changed two lives forever...

“I’m home!”

“Oh...hi Rob...” Mum hastily called from the lounge. God, could she never control herself? I wonder who it was this time... I wandered into the lounge bracing myself for the worst. I poked my head round the corner and saw Mum lying spread-eagle on the sofa with the cock of a well-toned black haired businessman right inside her. Well it’s not the worst I’ve seen.

“Don’t mind us dear! Just go through to the kitchen for twenty min... Oh!”

I didn’t need asking twice. Why did Mum always have to ruin my evening by showing me things far too early? I’d only just started my new school, and things weren’t going great there either. And every evening, I’d always come home to see her getting fucked by someone who wasn’t Dad. Of course he knew, he knew a long time ago. That’s why the house is half wrecked from the fights! And it’s split down the middle, with me right in the firing line.

Of course, I basically prepared myself for the worse ever since I was 11. Catching Mummy getting screwed by her friends while Daddy was at work was never a good sign. Never helps when your Mum’s a slag and your Dad’s a loser. Ah well, it’ll be over soon.

I helped myself to some orange juice and braced myself for the long wait for the ecstatic groans and curses to end. Mum had a rather good stamina though. She was at least 20 minutes before the climax. Once I had to wait a whole hour! Hope it’s not like that today. Listen to me, talking about it as if it’s normal. I’ve caught Mum with 20 different guys over the past 3 months alone. I swear that woman’s going to turn me one day...

35 minutes of iPod and sipping orange juice later, Mum and her new victim came in panting and rather messily dressed:

“Hi Rob, I’d like you to meet Stephen”

“Will I have to remember this one’s name?”

“Oh Rob...”

“How did he do?”

“Excuse me?” the newbie spoke for the first time. He was rather handsome I have to say. Despite his thick, greased black hair and poor dress sense, he had a fantastic body. She’d picked a good one here. Oh shut up Rob...

“Well did you do well enough for her to call you back for a second round?” I explained mockingly. “Or were you shit and she won’t ever fuck you again?”

“Alright Rob! That’s enough! You know the drill...”

“Yes I do, £25 and I keep quiet”

“£25? I thought it was £20”

“Well we don’t want Daddy to add to his law suit do we? You’ve always liked that fridge!”

“Wait a minute...” Stephen spoke again. “You’re married?”

“You didn’t know? Bloody hell Mum, do you just fuck them and ...