January 18, 2022. New York City, United States.
"Hey, Stealth Black, set up a trap. I can hear the enemies coming from the right wing," Jake said, his voice strained and breathless.
"Got it, JakeSenpai," I replied as I quickly built a hidden spike trap among the leaves. We climbed up into the trees and hid among the branches.
Seconds later, the last two rivals appeared, axes and swords ready. They took exactly six steps before the trap triggered.
The victory sound rang in our headphones.
"Yesss! Masterful victory! Rank up to Gold!"
Both Jake and I celebrated like crazy. Even though we had never met in person, he was the person I had talked to the most these past few months. We kept chatting after the match.
"Damn, you're really good for only being Gold," Jake praised me.
I laughed arrogantly.
"You're the best, after all you're Diamond. How do you do it?"
Jake let out a proud little chuckle.
"It's easy when you have no social life and no friends who betray you. I hate traitors."
I caught the anger in his voice and asked curiously,
"Have you ever been betrayed?"
He stayed silent for a few seconds.
"I don't want to talk about it much… but in university, my best friend Andy betrayed me over a woman. He humiliated me in front of everyone."
"Do you still miss him?"
"Unfortunately… yes. I wish I could see him again, but that's impossible now."
I could hear the melancholy in his voice through the headset, so I told him,
"I know what betrayal feels like too."
Jake's tone immediately became more interested.
"What happened? Tell me."
Still filled with hatred, I started explaining: "Two years ago, I came home with my dad after winning the rugby championship. We were carrying the trophy and everything. My mom couldn't come because she said she was 'sick'. When my dad and I walked into the living room…"
I paused for a moment, then continued: "…we found her on all fours on the couch, getting fucked hard by a young guy. He had a massive cock. He was gripping her hair tightly, yanking her head back while slamming into her from behind. Her heavy tits were swinging violently with every thrust. My mom was moaning like a total whore: 'Yes! Harder! Fuck me like that! You're splitting my pussy!' The wet, obscene sound of his thick cock pounding her soaked cunt filled the room. She came so hard right in front of us, screaming and shaking while her pussy squirted all over that huge dick."
Jake let out a low groan.
"Keep going…"
"When my mom finally opened her eyes and saw us standing there, she froze. My dad tried to hit the guy, but that bastard was way stronger. He knocked my dad down with one punch. Then he calmly got dressed, looked at me with a smile and said: 'Sorry you have such a slut for a mother.' After that, he just left. I think his name was Andy… same as your friend."
I heard Jake breathing heavier.
"Continue… continue… continue… continue…" he repeated four times in a row, his voice sticky and desperate.
Then I clearly heard the wet, rhythmic sound of fap-fap-fap-fap coming through the line. He was jerking off furiously while I told the story.
Without saying another word, I hung up the call.
"Fucking pervert," I muttered, taking a big bite of my cream-filled donut.
Right then, someone knocked on the door. I didn't open it immediately — I had strictly forbidden her from coming over. But a warm, feminine voice spoke from the other side.
"Nate, sweetie…"
She continued softly, "Mom bought your favorite pizza… shawarma with white sauce and spicy sauce on top, loaded with seasoned fries."
I wanted to tell her to fuck off, but the temptation hit hard. I'm a fat ex-rugby player now, and that pizza sounded too good to resist. So I opened the door.
We ate in the living room, sitting across from each other. Ever since that incident two years ago, I couldn't even look her in the face. Every time I tried, all I could see was her slut face from that day — moaning like a whore while getting railed.
Suddenly, my mother Vivian reached out and touched my arm gently.
"Nate, honey…"
That was it. Rage exploded inside me. I shot up from the chair so fast it almost fell over.
"You think buying my favorite pizza fixes everything?!" I shouted.
Vivian looked hurt but spoke calmly.
"No, that's not what I meant… I just wanted to spend some time with you, son."
I laughed bitterly.
"Yeah? You'd rather spend time with Dad, but because of you he left us and married that rich bitch from New Jersey! And because of you I'm this fat piece of shit! I can barely walk, my back kills me every day, and I'll never play rugby again like my goat Buddy Kraft from the White Sharks! You ruined my life, you fucking whore!"
The anger and anxiety hit me like a truck. My chest tightened. I needed my inhaler. I grabbed it, took a desperate puff, and stormed out of the apartment.
I felt dizzy. The stairs in the building were hell to go down. My legs were heavy, my vision blurry. Without realizing it, I tripped.
My head smashed hard against the last step.
Blood poured from my forehead. I was about to lose consciousness when I heard the door open upstairs. My mom saw the trail of blood and rushed down the stairs.
"Nate!" she screamed in panic.
That was the last thing I saw before everything went dark — the face of my mother, the one I had refused to look at for two years. She was beautiful. Long black hair, striking purple eyes.
Then it hit me.
Yesterday was my birthday… that's why she brought the pizza today.
A weak laugh escaped me as darkness closed in.
"I love you, Mom…"