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His mom let out a small moan and shifted again. Her panties were bunching up to one side. She leaned forward more tightly, trying to hug Harry. His hands were on her butt, and he couldn't stop himself from caressing and rubbing. Her breasts pushed into his chest. She was so soft and sexy, so hot. This was so wrong, in every sense of the word.

And then, the door to Julia's room slammed open. The intruder stumbled inside, cursing softly under his breath. Harry froze, and he felt Julia tense up on top of him.

***

Not even the shock of having a potentially armed madman in the room was enough to bring down Harry's arousal. He did manage to stay silent, but his mom was still on top of him. Her face was inches from his, and even though it was dark under the bed, Harry could sense her expression.

She was panicked, just like he was. The lunatic was seconds away from looking under the bed and finding them.

"Julia Harding," muttered the man. "Oh, how I'd like to give her a nice, hard..."

He sat down on the bed. Of all the things he could have done, this was both the most unexpected and unfortunate.

As the bed sank and pushed down on Julia, Harry's cock was at the exact right, or wrong, angle. It slid up, catching on the edge of Julia's panties for a moment, and then slipping to the side of them, into somewhere tight, warm, and perfect. Harry stifled a gasp, leaning his head back against the floor as pleasure hit him in a massive wave.

His mother had her hand over his mouth instantly, preventing him from giving away their position with noise. She was shivering against him, her body probably experiencing a similar mixture of pleasure and shame. Harry couldn't believe it. His cock was at least an inch or two inside of his mom, as far as he could tell, and it felt better than anything he'd ever imagined.

My cock is inside of my mother, he thought to himself. My cock. Is inside. Of Mom.

It made no sense to him, and yet at the same time, it was like fitting a missing piece into an otherwise incomplete puzzle. His mom shifted, trying to lift her hips and get her pussy off his shaft.

The movement only made things worse as she came back down, spearing herself slightly deeper on Harry's erection. He shuddered with pleasure, his hands groping her butt. It took all the willpower he had to not pull her down like an animal and slam his cock upward.

It was just an accident. A disgusting little accident. It would be over soon, and just like his mom had said, they'd both just be able to forget about it.

"I could have sworn that she was here," muttered the intruder. "Couldn't wait to get her naked. Fuck, she's so hot."

The man shifted on the bed, putting more of his weight on the mattress. Julia slid further down on Harry's cock. She buried her face into the nape of his neck, her mouth pushing against the skin there to smother the noise escaping her lips. Harry ran his hand though her hair, wishing that he could reassure her. Everything would be okay.

The man bounced around on Julia's bed, and Harry felt his mother being forced down further onto his cock. Her pussy was tight, and it seemed to grip his manhood like a small, stretchy glove on a big hand. Harry was kissing her neck, unable to stop himself now that the pleasure had control of him.

"Bet she knows how to suck a cock," muttered the man. "Oh yeah. I bet she knows how take one, too. Such a hot, sexy woman."

Harry was actively thrusting up into her now. He didn't care if the man noticed the movement or not. He couldn't stop himself. He felt his mom tapping her hand on him in warning. He almost kissed her on the lips, only stopping himself at the last second.

He needed to focus. He could still pull back from the brink. He had at least that much self-control, right?

"I'm going to fuck her senseless when I find her," said the man. "Turn her into my dirty, horny slut."

A tiny, erotic noise escaped Julia's throat. The man bounced again, harder this time, and Harry felt even more of his cock push up into his mom. He could see the metaphorical finish line in the distance and felt a sudden fear grab hold of him.

If he came inside her, she would never forgive him. He might not ever forgive himself.

"Maybe I'll take some of her underwear with me," said the man. "Least then this little trip won't be a complete waste."

He bounced on the bed a few more times. Harry had no idea what was going on, but he knew that if the man didn't get off the bed soon, he was going to get off underneath it.

His mother was lost in the heat of the moment. She didn't seem scared anymore, of if she was, it was of what was happening between her and Harry, rather than of the intruder. She kept her face pressed into the nape of his neck, as though unable to face the reality of what was happening.

"Mom," whispered Harry. "I'm... going to..."

He couldn't tell her he was about to cum. He spoke the words in such a quiet voice that he wasn't sure if she'd heard him or not. The man was still bouncing, forcing her down on his cock over and over again. It felt way too good, and Harry knew that the outcome was inevitable.

"Please..." whispered his mother. "Don't..."

Suddenly, the man stood up. He walked over to Julia's wardrobe, and Harry was faintly aware of one of the drawers opening. Most of his attention was focused on his mom's hot body. He was rhythmically pushing his hips up and couldn't understand at first why she was tapping him on the chest.

Oh fuck.

Right as Harry reached his limit, his mom finally managed to slide back. His cock popped out of her pussy not a second too soon, blasting out string after string of cum. The first few shots splashed onto her blouse, but the rest pooled on Harry's t-shirt. The pleasure hit him like a river breaking through an old, structurally deficient dam. He leaned his head back and took deep, slow breaths.

His mom hugged him. Harry hadn't been expecting that. He was horrified by what had just happened and expected her reaction to be similar. Instead, she seemed to be tender and understanding. She was still his mother, and she still loved him in the shameful aftermath of their little accident.

"It's okay," she said. "We're safe. That's all that matters."

The madman was down the hallway and heading down the stairs. Harry started to relax, when he heard the front door open again, sooner than it should have.

"Who the fuck are you?" shouted the intruder.

"...What?" It was Vivian, and she sounded rightfully surprised.

"Oh, you're not going anywhere!" shouted the intruder. Harry heard a struggle, followed by the door slamming shut again, and a gun being cocked.

***

"Oh my god..."

Julia went totally still. Harry felt his entire body tense up, his fear finally winning the battle against his waning arousal.

"No!" screamed Vivian. "Stop it!"

He couldn't just stay where he was and listen. He lifted one of his mom's legs and slid across the floor. She grabbed him by the arm and gave a tight squeeze.

"Harry, don't!" she whispered. "There's nothing you can do!"

"Yes there is!" he said. "I can do something. Distract him at least."

"Or get yourself killed!"

His mother tried to pull him back under the bed. Harry rolled his wrist, clearing her grip from his arm, and headed for the door. He crouched low as he moved toward the stairs, trying to get a sense of the situation below.

The intruder was a big man, at least six feet tall with bulky shoulders. And, he did, in fact, have a gun. Vivian was wearing jeans and a now ripped blouse, exposing one bra cup underneath. She was sitting on the couch and clearly not by choice, with the man pointing the gun at her and gesturing.

"The jeans," he said. "Take them off."

"You... disgusting... stupid..." Vivian looked more furious than she was scared, but both emotions were clear on her face. She blinked in the obvious fast pattern of fighting off tears, closed her eyes, and then unzipped her jeans.

Harry reached the bottom of the staircase. He'd only get one chance. He sensed that the man wouldn't fire on Vivian, but there was no doubt in his mind that he'd unload the entire clip in self-defense, if need be. He needed to get that gun out of the man's hand, first.

He took another step forward, and Vivian saw him. The man's back was to Harry, but when Vivian's gaze flicked over to him, it was enough to give him away. The man started to turn around. Harry flew forward, grabbing for the gun and twisting toward the floor.

It went off, but the bullet shot downward, missing anything important. The man shouted something that Harry couldn't hear over the ringing in his ears and lumbered forward into a tackle. Harry twisted, flipping the man over his shoulder in an old judo throw he'd learned during a martial arts class earlier in the year.

The man was heavy, but it worked, and he landed hard. Harry managed to get the gun out of his hand, and he slid it across the floor, in Vivian's direction. The man had the size advantage, but Harry wasn't weak, by any standard. All the months he'd spent training certainly helped.

He elbowed the man hard in the face and heard a rewarding crack come from his teeth. The man punched him in the stomach, but Harry tensed his abdominals, taking the blow without too much trouble.

The man slid away from him on the floor and managed to get back to his feet. Harry was up an instant later, but it gave his opponent time to pull something from his pocket. Light gleamed off the edge of a switchblade as it unfolded. The man grinned, showing a busted, bleeding lip in the process.

"I'm going to fucking kill you, boy!" he snarled.

A gun clicked. Harry caught sight of Vivian out of the corner of his eye. She'd picked up the pistol and was aiming it at the man.

"You're going to what?" she asked, taking a step forward. "Would you like to repeat that?"

The man took one look at Vivian, a little teenage girl holding a pistol, and then sprinted for the front door. Harry half expected her to actually open fire, but she didn't. The man sprinted out into the street, making quite a scene for the few pedestrians who were out.

Vivian slowly lowered the gun, but still held it in one hand. Harry went over to her and put his arms on her shoulders.

"Are you okay?" he asked. "He didn't hurt you, did he?"

Vivian slowly shook her head.

"No," she said. "But he was about to."

Julia appeared at the top of the stairs, immediately running down to check on the two of them. She had tears in her eyes, and her face was red. Harry pulled her into the hug, keeping one arm on Vivian's shoulder.

"We're okay," he said. "We're all okay."

"I'm so sorry," said Julia. "I thought the online threats were just... threats. I get so many of them."

"You couldn't have known," said Harry. He thought about how close they'd come to a horrible outcome, and then frowned, looking at Vivian. "Why'd you come back?"

Vivian seemed to think for a moment, and then shrugged.

"I wasn't planning on leaving for good," she said. "I just needed to get some air. That's all."

It was a non-answer, but it satisfied Harry, and seemed to satisfy Julia. The three of them sat down on the couch, and Julia used her phone to call 911.

***

Four hours later, Harry stood in the living room, double and triple checking the locks on the front door. The police had taken the gun as evidence, and asked question after question about exactly what had happened.

Harry had been honest, to a point, as had his mother. Neither of them brought up the exact details of what had happened underneath the bed. He'd considered bringing it up the next time they had a moment alone together before deciding against it.

If they never talked about it, it was like it never happened. Right?

But it had happened. He walked over to where Vivian and Julia sat on the couch. His mother had changed into a pair of black leggings and a purple sweater. She looked like she'd always did, confident and composed, and she acted completely normal.

But there was something about the intensity in her gaze that he couldn't ignore. Now, whenever Harry's eyes met hers, there was a flicker of recognition, of reluctant acknowledgment and hidden shame. There was so much bundled up inside that look: shame and regret, love and tension.

"We have to act as though this might happen again," said Julia. "I know it's a little frightening to think about, but we need to start being more careful."

"Of course," said Harry. "That's only fair. Starting with you. You're the one getting threats. You're the one who needs protection the most."

He set his hand on his mom's shoulder, and she put hers on top of his.

"You should be the one to protect her, Harry," said Vivian, smiling. "It would make sense, wouldn't it? For you to be around her all the time, following her everywhere. As close as you can be."

Harry looked at Vivian and saw a devilish gleam in her eyes. She'd put her ankle monitor back on before the police had arrived. Julia hadn't mentioned it while she was giving her version of events, and neither had Harry. It seemed like such a small thing when compared with the break-in, but he hadn't forgotten about it. Or about the pills.

"I guess that makes sense," said Harry. "You can help out, too, Vivian. Given that you'll be staying here in the house, for the foreseeable future."

He emphasized the last few words, watching Vivian for a reaction. Her smile didn't waiver. She licked her lips, as though getting a taste for the situation and finding it to her liking.

"Sure," said Vivian.

"Thank you both," said Julia. "It shouldn't be for long. We'll get back to normal soon enough."

An awkward silence hung on the air for a moment. Harry wondered what normal would be for them, now, if it even existed.