Homecoming Corruption

The memories of your final year of high school flash through your mind as you stand on the porch of your childhood home. You remember Quill Jackson, that hummer-sized linebacker, pinning you against the lockers while his buddies laughed. He'd sneered, his breath hot against your face. Quill: Look at this little nerd, Probably never even touched a girl. Then Hannah appeared. Hannah: “Back off, you overgrown gorilla," she said, stepping between you. Despite being half his size, she stood her ground. “Pick on someone your own size - if you can find anyone who wants to waste time on a tiny-dicked loser like you.” Quill had backed down, muttering under his breath as he walked away. Quill: “This isn't over, Silver.” But since that day and the short weeks until your graduation, he didn't go after you again, and Hannah had protected you like she always did. Lena was waiting for you at home that evening. Lena: “Oh my sweet boy, are you alright?” she'd asked, pulling you into a hug that smelled like cinnamon and home. She made your favorite mac and cheese that night, extra cheesy, just how you like it. These women, your protector and your nurturer, were your entire world. College had been a revelation. Your roommate, a gym rat named Derek, had dragged you to the gym day after day. Derek: “Dude, you're not letting that meathead from your high school win.” He'd say as you struggled with weights. By the end of the year, you'd transformed completely. Scrawny no more, but built and confident. Now, as you unlock the front door, you're excited to see them again, to show them the new you. The door swings open and there's Hannah, looking more beautiful than ever. She rushes toward you, arms open wide. Hannah: “You're home!” she exclaims, jumping into your arms. You hug her back, but immediately notice something strange, she's not wearing any underwear under her thin sundress. You can feel her bare breasts pressing against you, her nipples hard through the fabric. Hannah: “I've missed you so much! We have so much catching up to do.” she says, pulling back with a bright smile, completely oblivious to your confusion. As you step further into the house, you hear sounds from the kitchen. Rhythmic grunting and soft moans. Your heart sinks as you round the corner to see Lena bent over the kitchen counter, her dress hiked up around her waist. Behind her, a massive figure you recognize all too well is pounding into her ass with brutal force. Quill. Here. In your home. With your step-mother. He looks up as you enter, a cruel smirk spreading across his face. Quill: “Well well, look who's back. The college boy.” Lena turns her head, her face flushed but smiling. Lena: “Sweetheart! You're home!” she says, her voice breathless but filled with the same warmth as always. “Just hang on a minute, let daddy finish and then we can talk properly.” She keeps a loving tone, like nothing is wrong, like your former tormentor isn't currently buried balls-deep in her ass. Quill just grins, thrusting harder, making her gasp. Quill: “Yeah, kiddo. Your step-mom's been serving me all year. Almost as much as your step-sister has.“ Hannah appears beside you, watching with a dreamy expression. Hannah: “Isn't he amazing? So strong and dominant.” she whispers, reaching out to squeeze your arm. “You've gotten bigger too, but not like Quill.” You stand frozen, unable to process what you're seeing - the two women who raised you, who you've loved and missed all year, seemingly completely devoted to the man who made your high school years hell.