INFALLIBLE 2

Feature Writer: Stories with Nebic

Feature Title: Infallible 2

Published: 23.01.2023 / Sinister Shorts – Issue# 63-2

Story Codes: Erotic Horror

Synopsis: Twisted Tales for Depraved Deviants

Infallible 2

Amelia was shaking as she waited on her son to return from school, having thought of nothing but what transpired earlier. Seeing how the young black boy treated him, his classmates, the teacher and even the nurse, it felt so cruel and unfair. It was also one of the most arousing things she had ever experienced. Obviously she felt guilty about enjoying such a horrible thing, but at the same time it was intoxicating, like a forbidden fruit too good to give up.

Having cleaned the house and started dinner, she began to worry why her son hadn’t returned home yet. Typically he returned on the bus, but sometimes he would walk himself home, likely needing to clean up after a rough bullying session. Today was taking even longer however, and a motherly worry settled over her, a primal fear that her son had had a serious accident.

Of course her new arousal didn’t help this fear, and upon imagining him dead in some back alley, or crumpled in the road after being hit by a car, the wiring of her brain began sending signals to different areas. One set of signals went to fear, worry and panic, while the other signals went straight to her aching pussy.

Nearly ready to go on a search for him, she had just taken food out of the oven when she heard the front door open, allowing a wave of relief to wash over her. Taking a deep breath, she opened her mouth to shout for him, when a voice she didn’t recognize drifted in from the living room.

“Shit, you got a nice house, white boy.”

Amelia froze, and a tingle went up her spine.

“Th-Thanks,” her meek voiced son answered.

Straightening her hair and checking her makeup in a small mirror, she adjusted her clothes and cleared her throat, stepping into the kitchen doorway to greet the boys. Oddly nervous, she felt as if she was a teenager herself, meeting someone she had a crush on. It was a ridiculous feeling, considering the age gap between her and her son’s bully.

“Hi boys,” she said sweetly.

A moment of shock now struck her, seeing her son again and all the new injuries he had sustained. It was clear there had been more bullying since she saw him in the nurse’s office, with more scrapes and marks on his face, his clothes dirtied and torn in some places.

Contrasting him was the young black boy, who looked clean and well dressed, even if a little thuggish. His face lit up with a cocky grin upon seeing Ameila, and his eyes darted to her cleavage and hips.

For all the alarm bells going off in her head, and every motherly instinct she had telling her to check on her son, she somehow managed to ignore them all, grinning back at the young black teen. Already losing control of herself, the middle aged mother began slipping into the same mindset she had while in the nurse’s office.

“Justin,” she scolded, her voice more aggravated than she meant it to be, “You’re a complete mess … you ought to be ashamed of yourself coming home like that.”

“S-Sorry, mom.”

The black teen struggled to hold back laughter, giving her son a smug expression.

“Go wash up and change … and I see you brought a guest over for dinner, so the least you can do is introduce him.”

“Yes, ma’am. … Th-This is Darnell … he’s a .. uhm, friend from school.”

Amelia smiled sweetly at him. “It’s very nice to meet you, Darnell … I suspect you’ve been keeping my delinquent son in check?”

“Sheeiiit I try,  but he a dumb ass that won’t listen.”

Her son slumped his shoulders as she laughed, sulking away to clean himself and change.

Normally her son would get scolded if he used such bad language, but for Darnell, she didn’t have a word of complaint.

“Yeah I heard he gives you trouble. Struggles with his white privilege and doesn’t give you the respect you deserve.”

Darnell smirked.

“That’s right … so why ain’t you raised him better? You racist too?”

“Heavens no!”

“Then why is he?”

Amelia felt panicked, now worried she somehow put out the wrong message. She needed to keep him happy, to feel comfortable in her house, not to feel like he was surrounded by racist white people. Thinking back to the nurse’s office and what she said, Amelia thought up the only excuse she could muster.

“I think it’s  … his white father.”

Darnell gave a look of skepticism, nodding but saying nothing. The awkwardness had Ameila stammering, wondering what else she could say to make him believe her, questioning herself at every turn.

“B-But I didn’t know he was like that when I married him,” she tried to explain, “and I don’t approve of it … s-so I divorced him.”

“Good … “ Darnell finally said, his expression turning back to one of sexual interest, licking his lips as he gawked at her chest.

Feeling relief, she couldn’t deny seeing a young man look at her with such lust made her feel different, dirty or corrupted. Her son had told Darnell he would never breed his mother, but admiring the young black teen now, she couldn’t help but imagine what it might be like.

He was athletic, handsome, roguish and dangerous looking, even being a teenager. Sure he was younger and shorter than her son, but it didn’t matter, he carried an air of confidence, something both her husband and son lacked.

Before anything else could be said however, her son finally came back, having changed his torn clothes and cleaned his face. A band-aid now hid a scratch on his cheek, and his disheveled chestnut hair partially covered his taped together glasses.

What a little faggot. Amelia caught herself thinking, almost jealous that he received more attention from Darnell than she did.

Such thoughts were new to her, and while she felt guilty having them, it didn’t stop her from having more. Being in Darnell’s presence certainly didn’t help, as she suddenly saw her son like everyone else did, a nasty little racist who struggled to submit to a black man.

“Good, you look better,” she said, “Let’s eat … your father won’t be here for quite a while, so there’s no need to wait on him.”

Heading for the kitchen and the dining table, Ameila tried making small talk about her day, but it was clear Darnell didn’t care. Her son remained quiet nearly the entire time as well, keeping his eyes on the floor and away from his bully. Pathetic as it was, she didn’t blame her son for being afraid of him, Darnell was clearly in control and not afraid to hurt him.

By the time the food was ready and she set plates out, the dynamic shifted, with Darnell deciding who should sit where. Putting the mother’s plate beside his, he lifted her son’s before setting it on the floor below the table.

“Racist mutts don’t eat with us,” he said, educating the milf, “They eat on the floor where they belong.”

Her son was just as surprised as her, but when looking to his mother for support, he found none.

“Oh … well of course, that makes total sense. I’m so sorry Darnell, I hope I didn’t offend you by offering him a plate at the table. Justin! Go! He’s been teaching you these things at school, why haven’t you been listening? Again I’m so sorry, Darnell, if I make any more mistakes please let me know.”

The bratty black teen grinned at her son, watching as he shifted from his seat and slid to the floor, ducking and squatting underneath the wooden frame.

Seeing her son obey now filled her with a new feeling, the satisfying power of control over another person. With him under the table, she couldn’t help but remark on it.

“Seeing how my son is a … disgusting racist dog … maybe he should wear a collar so everyone will know.”

“Heh, that’s a pretty good idea … but I have some ideas of my own. I’m just not sure if you’d agree with my methods … lotta white folk can’t handle it.”

Amelia took the opportunity to further praise Darnell, knowing she wanted to make him happy, regardless of how much he bullied her son.

“Oh please, who would know better than you? Here, may I feed you? Would that be okay? You’re such an important guest, and you’ve already taught me so much, I just want to do the right thing … so please, I’m sure your methods would be amazing.”

Grinning,  Darnell nodded,  spreading his thighs before relaxing in his chair. With his legs wide, his shoe now stepped into Justin’s plate of food, contaminating it with every filthy thing he had stepped in on the walk over. Of course the white teen knew better than to complain or speak up, now watching from below the table as his mother’s hand reached for Darnell’s thigh, rubbing it as she began feeding him like a king.

“Well I did get straight A’s in critical race theory … the teachers loved my ideas for dealing with racist fuck-boys like your husband and son.”

Justin continued watching from below as his mother’s hand moved from thigh to zipper, lowering it slowly as she continued showered him with praise. It was like watching a nightmare become real.

“I believe it … you’re so much smarter than them, I have no doubt you’d know exactly how to deal with a couple of uneducated white … parasites? Leeches? What would you call them?”

Darnell smirked.

“Personally? I think your husband and son are disposable human trash.”

“Oh gosh, I’ve never thought of it like that … they really are like disposable trash … wow.”

Justin’s tiny cock hardened in his pants, seeing his mother suddenly lean closer to Darnell, until he could hear the unmistakable sound of them kissing. Her hand now reached into his pants while they made out, her hand moving back and forth inside his pants.

“But I like using your son as a punching bag,” Darnell admitted, “So I might keep him around.”

“Mmm,” Ameila moaned, nodding and agreeing with him, “Of course, and he should be thanking you for showing him such kindness.”

Under the table her foot moved around until it found her son, where she abruptly kicked him, shoving him back painfully. Doing so got a nice laugh from them both before they began kissing again, the speed of her hand increasing inside his baggy jeans.

“I know you heard me down there,” Ameila sighed, her foot threatening to kick him again as her lips touched Darnell’s.

“Auhm … s-sorry … th-thank you, Darnell.”

“That’s better.”

“Didn’t I tell you?” the black teen chuckled, leaning back so he could look under the table and make eye contact with her son. “I’m gonna breed her.”

Ameila’s heart raced, finding his blatant admittance more attractive than she thought. Still she had to feign ignorance, and so while still stroking his cock, she went ahead and asked.

“Breed me?”

“Mhm … he said I couldn’t.”

“Oh … gosh, I’m sorry again, Darnell … of course you can breed me … nothing would make me happier than … oh god … carrying your powerful black offspring.”

“There’s only one problem.”

“Wh-What is it?”

Giving him a kick, Darnell made her son speak up, since he already knew what the black teen wanted.

“He … he doesn’t want dad to get in the way … so he wants me to help him … k-kill him.”

Ameila already knew it, but hearing her son say it sent waves of pleasure crashing through her body. She couldn’t help but kiss Darnell again, stroking his cock in a lust fueled frenzy. Only when she pulled away was she able to clear her mind enough to speak, much to her son’s dread.

“Oh my gosh … Darnell … you want to kill my ex-husband?”

She continued stroking him the entire time, and his cocky smirk and nod said it all. Of course it wasn’t so much Darnell’s idea that upset Justin, it was what his own mother said next.

“I fully understand, darling, so don’t you worry one bit … Justin and I will both help you do it, won’t we Justin?”

There was no other response he could give.

“Yes, Ma’am … we’ll do it.”

THE END OF CHAPTER 2