My Bully Want's My Mom

Literotic asexstories – My Bully Want's My Mom by MaxwelLord,MaxwelLord (Author’s note: This story is loosely based on another but will be going in a different direction. When reading note that each character here is going to go through a character arc over the next 5 parts so if they are unlikeable or foolish this is likely because they were written with that in mind. Hope you enjoy.)

I cherished the weekends as my escape from the rigors of school life. Saturdays were my sanctuary. I’d sleep in until ten, and my Mom would lovingly whip up a batch of her famous chocolate chip pancakes for me. The leisurely breakfast was a morning delight, complete with the rich aroma of freshly brewed coffee and the gentle embrace of sunlight streaming through the curtains.

After indulging in breakfast, I’d retreat to my room and immerse myself in the virtual worlds of my game console. Those pixels and adventures were my reprieve from the demands of school, and my Mom, understanding my need for this respite, never hurried me.

The highlight of our Saturdays was the weekly grocery shopping trip. Mom and I would set off together, the car filled with our favorite tunes on the radio. The supermarket’s aisles transformed into our secret haven, where we could discuss anything and everything. Mom would always sweeten the outing by treating us to frappes, a perfect blend of indulgence and bonding. Occasionally, she’d surprise me with a 2-liter soda or a 24-oz energy drink, small gestures that made me feel loved, unique, and mature.

There was a time when Mom was simply Mom before the upheaval in our lives. Back then, I didn’t view her as a woman; she was just my Mom. Our family, with Dad at the helm, was a picture of perfection. These precious weekends were my moments with Mom, who loved and cared for me unconditionally, cherishing our time together. They offered a brief escape from the looming challenges lurking beneath the surface.

As I grew older, I began to detect the strain in Mom’s eyes and the forced smiles that couldn’t conceal the fractures in our seemingly perfect family facade. These weekends became our fragile refuge, where we clung to the remnants of normalcy. Though I couldn’t fully comprehend our situation’s complexities, I sensed something was amiss.

My Mom had always shielded me from life’s potential hardships. I remained oblivious to certain aspects of adulthood until one fateful incident when I stumbled upon a revealing photograph of her. One was her topless at a beach. I found the image and got hard, something that had happened before but that I let calm itself down. This time was different, however, and I found myself touching my member, slowly figuring out what felt good until I came. It was an eye-opening experience that shifted my perception, awakening desires and curiosities I had never explored.

During my masturbation, I made a good amount of noise, leading to my Mom finding me just before I came. She looked in shock at me, and I was embarrassed as she looked at me. I asked what happened, and my Mom explained it to me. She told me the best way to clean up this mess was with a tissue, but since we were out, she licked my member clean instantly, making it stiffen again. As it did, her eyes widened as she observed my nine inches of length. She moved her head up to speak with me. “Baby, I will help you this time, but once you finish today, you must learn how to control your urges. She then began sucking me off.

She pulled back, keeping the tip in her mouth on me like a lollypop, lapping her tongue over my sensitive frenulum. I placed my hands on her thighs, feeling her delicate skin as I explored her. She touched her pussy under her lace pink panties and gathered her sticky girl wetness.

She took her wet juices and stroked my cock with them; she wanted to taste our essence combined. “Baby, this is how you masturbate properly,” She said desperately, like a mixture of a needy little slut and a tutor teaching her student. I didn’t even have an opportunity to answer. She pulled my cock up to take my balls into her mouth, moaning around them as she stroked my cock with her wetness.

She pulled my balls out of her mouth and dove back onto my cock. She was tasting herself on me, which was even more of a turn-on than I imagined; my Mom could feel my cock swelling and knew I was about to burst. She took me as deep into her throat as she could before I felt the first jet of cum hit the back of her throat. “Ahhhh, Mommy!” I bellowed. She pulled back off my cock, hoping some of my essence would splatter all over her face and tits, marking her as mine. Sadly, after my first two orgasms, I was much too spent to do so, and the pleasure was so great I passed out.

After several minutes I woke up on my Mom’s lap as she finished eating the last of my cum. “It’s okay to have these urges, son, but please don’t make a mess like that again. Mommy can’t keep cleaning you herself.” Mom’s unexpected intervention during a moment of self-discovery marked a significant turning point in our relationship, leaving me with lingering thoughts and desires.

We haven’t talked about that day since but my body now craved her touch. Try as I might to cum by masturbation I just couldn’t. Porn didn’t help nor did the flesh lights I bought. So for nine months my balls gathered their load ready for the day they could be released and for nine months my mother treated me as if that day never happened.

Amid distractions like video games and sugary treats, I couldn’t escape the growing tension in our household. These weekends, once a refuge, now felt like a fragile sanctuary where we clung to a semblance of normalcy. Little did I know that one day, the masks would come off, revealing our family’s hidden truths and forever altering the course of our lives.

As I mentioned earlier, I treasured the weekends because they provided an escape from the trials of school life and the constant torment of my bully, Richard.

I harbored a deep-seated loathing for Richard. His relentless bullying had become a daily ordeal, from stealing my lunch money to humiliating me in front of my peers and even making inappropriate comments about my Mom. I kept this torment to myself, reluctant to involve my parents, but I believed Mom had some inkling of my suffering and was waiting for me to confide in her.

Each school day, I followed a routine. I’d wake up to Mom’s affectionate gestures, a routine bathroom ritual, and then a pleasant breakfast my Dad, Jerry, prepared. Mom, Bonnie, would be busy in the kitchen, brewing coffee and preparing our meal. My parents’ morning greetings were a comforting start to the day.

Dad, engrossed in his newspaper, would soon head to work as a sales representative for a major corporation, often traveling for days or sometimes even weeks. Mom was accustomed to his frequent business trips, and he always called her nightly during his travels.

Then it was my turn to be chauffeured to school by Mom since there was no nearby bus stop. I didn’t mind; in fact, I secretly relished the fact that my Mom was driving me to school. It felt like a small source of pride.

Let me introduce my Mom, Bonnie Cooper. At 48 years old, she retained an attractive appearance with dark brown hair usually tied up in a loose ponytail, fair peach-colored skin, ample breasts, a round face, and an hourglass figure. She stood at 5’7″, shorter than me at 5’11”. Mom always claimed I inherited my intelligence from her and my looks from Dad. They had been high school sweethearts who married shortly after graduation. Dad pursued a career while Mom assumed the role of a homemaker.

Over time, Dad’s job as a top sales representative for a major corporation allowed us to purchase a lovely home in a picturesque neighborhood with a white picket fence and a backyard garden. Nine months after settling in, I came into this world, and that’s when our family was complete.

By the way, I never properly introduced myself. I’m Ben Cooper, an 18-year-old high school senior interested in video games, reading, chess, and organization. Some might consider me peculiar, but I embrace my uniqueness.

Despite my decent looks, I struggled with social interactions, particularly with girls, due to my lack of confidence and intimidating demeanor. My ongoing battle with Richard’s torment only compounded my social anxieties.

Richard, the source of my misery, was a towering figure on the school football team. He drove a luxury car gifted by his well-off parents, and his weekend parties often involved the distribution of illicit substances. My Mom, however, was exceedingly cautious about getting me a car, given a recent hijacking incident.

One fateful morning, Richard decided to make his presence known as my Mom dropped me off at school. He leaned in with a cigarette, blowing smoke in my face, and taunted me about my Mom’s appearance, all while inflicting physical jabs.

Despite the urge to retaliate, I heeded my Mom’s advice to avoid physical confrontations and use my wits instead. My concern for her disappointment in me, if I resorted to violence kept me in check, so I ignored Richard’s provocations. The rest of the school day remained uneventful.

Surprisingly, Richard refrained from his usual lunch money extortion that day, allowing me to enjoy my meal peacefully. However, in English class, I found myself, once again, paired with him for a project. While I toiled away on the assignment, Richard wasted time, leaving me with an unfair burden.

Richard made yet another unwelcome appearance as I waited for my Mom to pick me up after school. He insisted I help him ace a test, a request I resisted given his history of exploiting my efforts.

Just as I was about to refuse, my Mom arrived, and Richard took advantage of the opportunity to introduce himself. His charming facade seemed to deceive her, and she invited him to come to our house and study.

I couldn’t believe my ears. It was their first meeting, and he was already invited into our home. Richard seized the opportunity, beaming with triumph.

As we drove home, their conversation continued, and I couldn’t help but notice Richard’s inappropriate comments about my Mom’s appearance. Mom, though flattered, maintained her fidelity to my Dad, who often traveled for work.

Once we arrived home, my Mom entered the kitchen to prepare dinner, leaving Richard and me in the living room. Unbeknownst to me, Richard continued making inappropriate remarks about my Mom’s physique, utterly oblivious to my presence.

Determined to stand my ground, I reminded him that nothing would ever happen between him and my Mom, emphasizing her commitment to my Dad. Undeterred, Richard dismissed my words with a punch to my arm and swiftly changed the subject, suggesting we begin our homework in my room.

As the evening wore on, the tension simmered, and I couldn’t shake the feeling that our family’s carefully maintained facade was on the brink of unraveling.

I showed Richard where my room was. He doesn’t seem interested in the slightest. Instead, he walked over to Mom’s room and walked in.

“Nice bed set,” said Richard as he pushed down on it, “it’ll be great to use once I got your yummy mommy alone with me. ”

“What were you doing,” I hissed, “Mom doesn’t like anyone in here. ”

He then climbs on top and lays on his stomach. Then, he began to move his waist up and down.

“Yeah?” he said, “You liked my cock, don’t not you, Bonnie. You are naughty and filthy mommy. ”

He then pretended to jerk and moaned. Then, he kissed her pillow, pretending it was her lips.

“That’s what I’ll do to her,” Richard said, turning to face me on her bed, “I bet she’d be worn out afterward. ” I gave him a look that could kill, and as fast as he got on the bed, he got off it with a few beads of sweat rolling down his forehead. From the bottom of my soul, I wanted to strike him, but the idea of disappointing my Mom held me back.

“Well, let’s go to your room fucktard,” Richard said, pushing me out of the way.

Upon entering my room, Richard carelessly tossed his backpack onto my bed. “I did promise to make you do it,” he grinned mischievously. I responded with a defiant middle finger, and he closed my door behind him, leaving me to contemplate my thoughts. A nagging worry gnawed at me, suspecting that he might be out there flirting with Mom again. Yet, a rational part of me reassured me that Mom would never jeopardize her marriage to Dad. Richard was just an immature troublemaker; nothing untoward would transpire.

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Meanwhile, in the kitchen, Richard walked in on Bonnie lying on the floor, pleasuring herself with an English cucumber while moaning, “ben. ben” repeatedly. Eventually, she would squirm for a few seconds as she went. Bonnie would then glide the cum covered, massive cucumber out of her pussy, basking for a moment in the bliss of her very intense orgasm. She then sits up and notices pussy juice all over her thick, juicy thighs. Bonnie slowly stands up, still hazy in a post-orgasmic state, and turns around and faces the small kitchen mirror her husband installed last summer. Bending over slightly, she looked in the mirror and noted how impossibly big her hips were and how rounded and fat her ass was. “I’m such a fucking fat cow,” she mutters to herself as she keeps examining her ass. She only stopped when she saw a flash. Richard had his phone out and sported a wide smile.

“Hey, Mrs. Cooper,” he said with a wink as she began covering up. Her face was beet red, and the cucumber she used fell to the floor, snapping at the base. Richard unzipped his pants and grinned before saying, “I was going to need you to help me with the boner you gave me, or I would show Ben the many pictures I got of you and a recording of you moaning his name. ” her silence was an answered in itself and would be a decision that would ruin lived and relationships.

…

I pushed myself to complete both our tedious English assignments and let out a sigh of relief as I finally finished.

Twenty minutes drifted by, and still, there was no sign of Mom. Concern began to creep in. She was taking an unusually long time with those snacks, and I couldn’t help but wonder what was causing the delay.

With a growing sense of unease, I decided to investigate. As I ventured out of my room, an eerie silence enveloped the house, broken only by the rhythmic ticking of the wall clock. Panic started to set in as I realized Mom, who usually hummed cheerfully while preparing dinner, was conspicuously absent.

Entering the dining room, I spotted the snacks Mom had prepared neatly laid out on the table. But where were they? A quick scan of the living room yielded no trace of either Mom or Richard.

A thought crossed my mind: perhaps Mom had forgotten to pick up some groceries and had asked Richard for assistance. That made sense. I couldn’t imagine them being in her room.

Nonetheless, to be absolutely sure, I retraced my steps down the hall to her bedroom. My hand rested on the doorknob, only to find it locked. Maybe Mom had secured it before leaving to protect important documents stored in Dad’s safe.

Embarrassment washed over me as it dawned on me that Mom might not have thought I could handle being alone in the house. Returning to my room, I reluctantly resumed my studying, oblivious to whatever was unfolding in the adjacent room.

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“I could not believe I’m allowing this,” she said, whispering, “My son’s room was right next to mine!”

“he’s too busy studying,” he said, “he would not noticed what was happening. ”

“I’m married,” Bonnie continued, panicking, “I shouldn’t been doing this. My husband would. ”

Her sentence was cut short by Richard kissing her.

“he would not know,” Richard said softly, “unless you wanted him to. ”

Richard had his shirt off and was kneeling between her legs. Bonnie was still in her clothes and looked dumbfounded. He had his hand roaming under her shirt. Her head tilted from side to side. She was trying to fight herself from enjoying his touch.

A few seconds later, her bra went out from her shirt. Richard threw it on the floor. Bonnie still had not moved as he unbuttoned her shirt and began to suck on her nipples.

Her breathing became sharp and raspy like she was enjoying it but also trying not to let him get the gratification of knowing that.

“You had a pretty nice rack there, Mrs. Cooper,” Richard said after a while, “What’s your size?”

“. 32c,” Bonnie said distantly.

She returned his head to her swollen nipples and sighed as he got the message.

She now gave in to his sucking. She then took it off her shirt and placed it on the bed. She was now totally topless for his viewing pleasure.

He then pushed her down and got on top of her. Her nails dug into his back as he kissed her. She responded and started moving under him. He then kissed her neck. Slowly down to her heaving breasts and then her flat stomach.

Then he began to unbutton her jeans and push them down. Revealing her satin white and silky panties that only her husband Jerry would see.

“Just. This once,” Bonnie said softly, “just this once, okay?”

He then yanked down her jeans and took them off her. She was now in just her panties.

Richard then unbuckled his and stepped out of them. His boxers tented out from his erection. He then got on top of her, and they kissed.

Richard slowly began to push against her. Which bonnie reluctantly allowed by squeezing his ass. She then wrapped her legs around him. She was humping him back, breathing in his ear.

“Richard.,” Mom whimpered, “this felt so good. ”

“Told you,” Richard said without stopping.

“You wanted more?” he inquired.

“Yes, “Mom replied, “just this once. Okay. ”

He then began to pull his boxers down his ass. Revealing his throbbing 6-inch-long thick cock. Mom looked at it before covering her mouth.

“Oh my. Richard,” Bonnie said, “that’s bigger than my husband’s.” In the back of her mind, she knew he was still a bit smaller than Ben but made up for it in experience and with his superior stamina.

He began to push her panties to the side and was about to enter her married fertile pussy.

“But I can’t. Richard, I can’t fuck you,” she said, stopping him.

He sighed and began to pull them up. She stopped him and yanked them down again.

“But it doesn’t mean I wanted you to put this away,” Bonnie said, annoyed, “I can’t fuck you, but I can suck you. ”

She pushed him off her and told him to lie on his back, which he did. She then slowly removed her panties and stood awkwardly before him. His cock stands stiff like a flag pole.

She then walked over to him and got on top of him. She was kissing down his torso, licking his pelvic area, and looking at his cocked.

“Just this once.,” she said again.

She then engulfed it in her mouth.

“holy shit,” Richard said, “oh fuck that felt good. ”

He held her hair as she sucked his cock. The room was filled with her sucking sounded, and he groaned.

She did everything to his cock. She sucked on his tip while stroking his shaft. Pushing his cock deep into her mouth as she squeezed his somewhat egg-shaped balls. She was sucking on his balls as she tugged at his dick fast. All while looking at him. She was probably trying to get him off quickly.

He probably knew she was doing that and stopped her.

“It’s not fair for you to only be doing that,” Richard said, “get that fucking sweet pussy over here!”

She reluctantly maneuvered her body around so that her pussy was in his face and her face was at his cock.

Bonnie suddenly sat up straight and gasped. Her tits swayed from left to right from her movement.

“Oh my!” she said, grinding into his face, “I liked what you were doing with your tongue, Richard. ”

“Oh god,” she whimpered, “oh fuck!”

She then tried to suck him off while he ate her out. He pulled her cheeks apart and got his tongue in there. She moaned as he did that. His cocked popped out of her mouth. She returned to sucking his cocked eagerly and not caring anymore. She was enjoying it.

Finally, after 45 minutes of them oral on each other, they reached their climax.

Bonnie started tugging on his dick steadily and moaned as she got close to her orgasm. Richard was moaning, too. He grunted out as Mom bit his cock.

“fuck!” grunted Richard, “yeah, swallowed that gunk. ”

He bit her clit as she went on his face. Her mouth was still attached to his pulsating cock.

His balls tightened as he shot five wads of cum into her waiting mouth. She then continued sucking his cock, until he stopped. Finally swallowing it, before she got off him shakingly.

“I’m not gonna lie, Mrs. Cooper,” Richard said, huffing and puffing, “best blowjob I ever had. ”

“Well, good,” Bonnie said, panting as she got into her jeans and bra, “My husband never did that to me. Never had he done oral on me like you did,” she said quietly.

She then sat on the bed as Richard got behind her. She was putting her shirt back on. Then she caressed his cheek affectionately. They pecked each other afterward. She then sighed.

“What am I going to do,” she said, “I cheated on my husband with my son’s friend. ”

“Do you want to do it again?” asked Richard, getting in front of her naked.

His cock was getting hard again as she looked at it.

“Not sure if I should,” she said before shaking her head, “no, I really shouldn’t have. This was just a one-time offer. ”

Following their affair, Richard extended a friendship bracelet toward Bonnie.

“What’s this for?” Bonnie chuckled, taking the bracelet from him.

“It’s a signal,” Richard explained with a smile.

Bonnie gazed at him, puzzled. “A signal? For what? I just told you this was a one-time offer.”

“I know,” he replied, his smile unwavering, “but if you ever change your mind, wear it and I’ll know you want to see me again.”

“This was a mistake,” she admitted with a half-smile, “but let’s say, if I did want to see you, how would you come over?”

“I’ll figure something out,” Richard replied confidently, “we’ll just have to find a way to distract Ben.”

As they resumed their passionate encounter, the bracelet slipped from Bonnie’s hand, forgotten, as their desires overtook them once more. Their hands roamed freely as they surrendered to the moment.

A few minutes later, Richard and Mom returned with the snacks. Mom placed them on my desk and turned to the left.

“Well, boys,” Mom announced, “I’ll start preparing dinner now, and then I’ll take Richard home.”

As Mom opened my door to exit, I couldn’t help but notice that she was clutching Richard’s bracelet, and her hair seemed a bit chaotic. She then closed the door behind her.

“Dude, if you only knew,” Richard remarked, giving me a hearty pat on the back, “your Mom seems to like me. That means you’ll probably see more of me around here.”

He retrieved his completed homework from my desk and stuffed it into his backpack.

“If you only knew,” he continued, flashing a sly grin, “I bet I could have your Mom if I wanted.”

My anger flared, and I seized his collar, growling, “Leave my Mom out of this! Stop trying to hurt her just because you hate me!”

He struggled but couldn’t break free from my iron grip. He spat in my eyes with a spiteful snarl and delivered a powerful knee to my stomach, followed by a punch to my neck. I gasped for air releasing him as he taunted me.

“See you later, loser,” he laughed, opening and closing my bedroom door as he left.

Sitting in my room, still wiping spit from my eyes, I realized I needed to start working out to defend myself and my Mom. Moreover, I knew I had to confide in her about what had transpired when she drove Richard home.

“Ben, dinner’s ready!” Mom called from the hallway.

I left my room, my stomach still aching, but the pain gradually subsided. I resolved to tell Mom the truth about the bullying and the incident with Richard tonight.

I entered the dining room and took my seat. Richard, however, sat in Dad’s chair next to Mom’s. Mom continued to set the table and soon brought out the food.

Once everything was ready, she sat beside Richard, who discreetly moved his arm closer to hers. I couldn’t see precisely what he was doing, but it made Mom blush.

“What a fantastic dinner you’ve made, Mrs. Cooper,” Richard exclaimed loudly, “It looks absolutely delicious.”

Mom beamed at the praise, her smile lighting up her face. I couldn’t help but wonder what was going on. “Thank you, Richard,” Mom replied, her voice cheerful, “It warms my heart when someone appreciates my cooking.”

Richard’s arm remained in close proximity to Mom’s, and it seemed like she was subtly trying to push him away.

“I’ll compliment your cooking every time I’m here,” Richard boasted, causing Mom to giggle again.

“Oh, stop it,” she playfully punched his arm, “You’re flattering me too much.”

Throughout dinner, they continued their lively conversation. When we finished eating, Mom started clearing the table.

“Allow me, Mrs. Cooper,” Richard offered, taking the dishes from her. “I can’t let you do that,” Mom protested, “You’re our guest. Relax in the living room.”

“My mom always taught me to help out when I’m at a friend’s or relative’s house,” he smiled, “Let me do this for you.”

Mom acquiesced, allowing him to take the dishes with a smile. Did I imagine it, or did I see their hands briefly touch affectionately? Something was amiss.

“She is a smart woman,” Mom complimented her guest before turning to me with a smile, “I wish my son would help me with the cleaning.”

They both disappeared into the kitchen, still engaged in conversation. Mom returned to the living room a short while later. She was in the middle of a sentence with Richard, who was busy doing the dishes.

“Thanks for your help,” Mom expressed her gratitude, “I’m usually the one stuck doing the dishes and cleaning.”

Richard replied with something I couldn’t quite make out, prompting Mom to laugh.

“Oh, you,” she giggled, “stop being silly. Let me know when you’re finished, and I’ll check.”

She walked over to the living room, took a seat beside me, and let out a sigh.

“Richard is such a great guy,” Mom commented, her tone casual, “He’s only been here a few hours, and he’s already helping me with the dishes. Maybe you could learn from his example and help out more.”

She playfully ruffled my hair, acting as if nothing were amiss. But this wasn’t her usual behavior. We sat in silence, watching TV. Richard eventually left, drying his hands with a paper towel.

“I’m finished, Mrs. Cooper,” he informed her.

“Thank you, Richard,” Mom replied cheerfully, “you’re such a helpful young man.”

She then got up and looked at me.

“Good boys get rewarded for helping out,” Mom said with a smile.

She handed Richard the energy drink she had bought for me yesterday.

“Here, Richard,” Mom offered, “Ben doesn’t need this.”

He grinned at me, stashed the drink in his backpack, and then walked over to the front door with Mom.

“Well, it’s time to take Richard home and inform his parents about where he’s been,” Mom explained, “Would you like to come along, Ben?”

I shook my head, trying to contain my seething anger and resentment. Mom sighed and left with Richard closely following her. I could hear the car doors opening and closing outside. I was sure she was discussing my behavior with Richard before they finally started the engine. As they pulled away from the driveway and drove down the street, I retreated to my room.

I began doing push-ups while listening to a video about identifying weaknesses in people. Once done, I would jot down everything I had learned and focus on strengthening myself to exploit those weaknesses.

Meanwhile, Bonnie’s heart was racing inside the car, but she felt perplexed. Why had Ben become so upset over a trivial energy drink? She resolved to buy him a replacement later. She let out a sigh and rested her head on the steering wheel while pondering what was going on with her son.

“I don’t know what’s gotten into Ben,” she confided in Richard, her voice tinged with concern, “He’s never reacted like that before.”

Richard gently caressed her cheek and then leaned in for a kiss. Bonnie initially pulled back, her heart pounding, but as Richard persisted, she yielded, returning his kiss and pressing him against the car door this time. After their passionate kiss, she pulled away slightly, her eyes meeting his.

“I didn’t want to mention this,” Richard sighed, “but maybe he’s just acting like a typical teenager.” Bonnie rested her head on Richard’s shoulder, taking in his comforting presence.

“I was concerned it might be something more,” she confessed, “like him getting involved with drugs, being bullied, or facing some other issue.” She possessed a deep understanding of her son, perhaps better than anyone else, and recognized the familiar look he wore when he was angry. The recent glare he had given was almost as intense as the one he’d sported years ago when he had caught a pickpocket attempting to steal her purse on a train during his 6th-grade year.

On that memorable day, Ben had come to her defense with such ferocity that he nearly beat the thief to within an inch of his life, he cracked ribs, knocked out teeth, and ultimately ended up breaking the man’s jaw with a bystander’s laptop. The entire incident had been a blend of terror and strangely exhilarating, watching her son valiantly fight for her. However, Bonnie understood that a responsible mother should advise her son against causing harm to others. It was that very day when she had a conversation with him, urging him never to resort to violence and instead to seek non-confrontational solutions.

It was somewhat ironic that despite never working out much, Ben had developed a large, muscular frame. Bonnie couldn’t help but fear what her son might truly be capable of, but she also recognized that if he continued to endure whatever was plaguing him without taking action, it could breed resentment and potentially lead to something even more troubling.

“You mean he hasn’t told you?” Richard asked, masking his amusement behind a serious facade, “Wow, that’s surprising.”

This piqued Bonnie’s curiosity, and she looked intently into Richard’s eyes.

“What is it, Richard?” she inquired, “If you know something about this, please tell me.”

Richard hesitated, feigning reluctance. Bonnie placed her hand on his lap, tracing her way up his leg until she found his sensitive spot.

“What are you doing, Mrs. Cooper?” Richard exclaimed with mock astonishment, “Especially while we’re still in the driveway?”

Richard knew he had something to share and wanted to see what she would do to get that information.

“If you tell me what was happening to Ben,” she whispered huskily in his ear, “I’ll suck your cocked and think about other things we could do together. ”

She lowers her head to his lap and blows on his tip. She was causing it to twitch and grow. She placed her mouth around it and slightly bit it. She knew he liked that.

“Oh, do not stop,” moaned Richard, “I’ll tell you if you keep going. ”

“Okay,” Bonnie said, agreeing to his terms.

She then pulled on his cocked with her mouth. She was stretching it out before her eyes. It started to get hard as she licked his shaft slowly. She unbuttoned his jeans and pushed them down a little to get more access.

She started licking his balls. Sucking one into her mouth as she moaned playfully for him. Stroking, his now semi-hard cocked intently with her right hand as the left one touched his t-shirt-clad chest. She then went to whole sucking his thick cocked now.

She was pushing it into her mouth and swallowing–something she only did for Jerry and Ben that one time. Richard was the second man to see her naked and the second one to bring her to orgasm with just his mouth. Something Jerry had not done to her during their monthly sex schedule.

The windows started fogging up as she focused on getting him to cum. Her tongue coiled around his head.

“oh fuck,” Richard grunted, “yeah, that felt good. ”

He was also the third man she gave a willing blowjob to. Jerry liked her deep-throating his dick when she got him hard for sex. Richard seemed to like it, too. This would be his second one. For some reason, she liked the taste of his cum. It was potent and thick for starters, but also sweet. Bonnie thought of peanut butter when he went. It filled her mouth and was hard to swallow at first.

She managed and then did something she never did to her husband after a blowjob. She kissed him deeply. Kissing Richard, in her mind, was starting to feel like kissing her husband. It was an instant jolt to her.

She helped him pull up his pants and sat up straight. She was fixing her appearance and smoothing her hair out.

“Now for your part of the deal,” she said, “what did you know? ”

Richard leaned back in the seat. Both arms crossed behind his head.

“Alright, now please tell me everything you know,” she urged.

Richard reclined further in the seat; both arms crossed nonchalantly behind his head.

“This guy, a real asshole, was bullying him,” Richard fabricated, “He took Ben’s money, embarrassed him in front of everyone, the whole nine yards. I figured it was because Ben never stood up to him.”

Bonnie’s eyes widened in shock. The revelation about her son, Ben, pierced her heart. She suspected he might be facing trouble at school but hoped he would eventually confide in her.

“I felt I had to step in and help him with that issue,” Richard bragged, “I wanted to be there for him, you know, look out for him.”

Bonnie leaned in and kissed Richard passionately, relieved her son had such a loyal and caring friend looking out for him. He started to unbutton her shirt again; she wanted to fuck him almost. Her heart was racing. She did this in the car while her son could look out the window. Excited her, she started feeling that way since sixty-nining with Richard on her bed.

But sexual intercourse with Richard? It was something she wasn’t ready for. Plus, she had no condoms. Ben would have a new half-brother or sister if he shot inside her. She never got her tubes tied after Ben was born. She wanted more children. But Jerry decided against it and actively wore condoms during sex.

“Not now,” Bonnie said with a smile, “when the moment arrives, I’ll let you know, okay?”

They broke their kiss, and she started the car. They drove through various neighborhoods until they reached Richard’s street. Bonnie could see that his parents had put a lot of effort into maintaining their house. She parked the car next to their driveway, and they exchanged a quick peck before getting out together and walking toward his house.

As they approached the front door, a woman stepped onto the porch. In the porch light, she appeared a few years younger than Bonnie. Her long, flowing red hair cascaded down her back, and she was dressed in an elegant rose-red evening gown and was covered in expensive golden jewelery. Standing at 5 feet 6 inches tall, she possessed D-cup breasts, a 34-inch waist, and 38-inch hips, making her a striking figure. Her stylish black glasses accentuated her bright red hair and green eyes.

“You must be Richard’s mom,” Bonnie greeted her. “I’m Bonnie Cooper, Ben’s Mom. I apologize for Richard’s lateness; he was doing homework with my son, Ben, at my house.”

“That’s good,” the woman replied, ushering Richard inside. “I just wish he’d learned to call or text me instead of making me worry.”

“She doesn’t seem worried to me,” Bonnie thought to herself. “Then again, moms all handle things differently.”

“Barbara, dear,” a man in the doorway said, holding a glass of whiskey, “your drink was getting cold in the living room.”

The man then stepped outside. He had a touch of grey in his dark brown hair, and his face was neatly shaven. He wore a sophisticated evening outfit that suggested he had worked for his wealth. It consisted of dark slacks, a white dress shirt, and a vest. His sweater was partially unbuttoned, revealing a muscular and well-groomed neckline.

“Darling,” Mr. Parker addressed his wife, “who is this?”

“I’m sorry for interrupting your evening, my good sir,” Bonnie said politely. “I came to drop Richard off at home and apologize for his lateness.”

“Oh,” said Mr. Parker, “Well, if introductions are in order, allow me to introduce myself. I’m Johnathon Parker, a former war hero, and a family man.”

“This lovely woman is my wife, Barbra Parker,” Johnathon continued. “She’s a doctor working at a clinic.”

After spending ten minutes chatting and sharing laughter with Richard’s parents, Bonnie bid them farewell and returned to her car.

“Those were his parents,” she mused. “They were delightful and trusting people. I can see where Richard gets his manners from, and he looks…”

She giggled softly, feeling somewhat giddy. Richard had only been at her house for a few hours, yet she already felt this way.

“He’s your son’s age, Bonnie Cooper,” she scolded herself. “You have a husband who would be disgusted if this continued and a son who loves you dearly.”

“I love Jerry,” she repeated to herself. “I should have never done what I did. I love Jerry. I love Jerry. I love Jerry. I love Richard.”

She began to question herself, wondering if a teenager could genuinely have such a significant impact on her in such a short amount of time.

…

Mom returned a little after ten, a small grocery bag in her left hand.

“Sorry for being so late, sweetie,” she said, removing her shoes, “Richard’s parents engaged me in conversation, and I lost track of time.”

She settled on the couch beside me, resting her head on my shoulder.

“I apologize if I upset you, Ben,” Mom said sadly, “I didn’t mean to make you angry; I just wanted to make a point. If you help out, you should be rewarded for your efforts. So, I gave him your energy drink.”

She then handed me the small grocery bag. I opened it and pulled out an energy drink, the same one she had given to Richard.

“Do you forgive me?” she asked, pouting slightly.

I hugged her and replied, “Thank you.” She ruffled my hair and kissed my forehead before heading down the hall to change into her nightgown. It took only a few minutes before she emerged.

Mom looked exquisite in everything she wore. Her shoulder-length hair gracefully framed her neck with every movement. There were moments when I wished I could capture her beauty in a photograph or a drawing.

But then, my thoughts turned to Richard.

“I think your father would like him,” she said, her voice tinged with disappointment.

I nodded in agreement, convinced that Dad would genuinely like Richard if he were aware of the kindness Richard was extending to his wife and son. I knew I had to come clean with Mom to prevent Richard from continuing to visit.

Nevertheless, my pride and the urge to handle my own problems held me back.

“Mom,” I began tentatively, “we need to have a conversation. You see, I’ve been going through a…”

“…tough time at school?” Mom finished my sentence as though she could read my thoughts.

“I’m sorry I didn’t realize it sooner.”

“How did you find out?” I asked, taken aback. “Was it that obvious?”

“No,” she replied, “Richard told me. He mentioned that a guy had been treating you and others terribly.”

“Mom,” I attempted to clarify, “Richard…”

“…has proven to be such a wonderful friend for standing up for you,” Mom interrupted, a touch of pride evident in her voice. “He explained that’s why you didn’t want me to get involved.” She then hugged me tightly before adding, “I’m incredibly proud of you for avoiding fights. And I’m even happier that you’re making such fantastic friends.” We lingered in that moment for a while, my heart racing with excitement as a small voice in my head celebrated how close I was to her. Suddenly my member began to harden as I let my arms lower to her waists where I could feel her panties.

She looked at me with a playful smile “Looks like you are having trouble controlling your urges again. How about I give you a reward for being such a good boy?” Secretly she wanted to know if I was larger than what she remembered and before I could respond she pulled out my rock hard cock. She was more than impressed by its size and began to stroke it before licking tip. I began to grunt with each lick feeling my member grow harder.

I opened my mouth, and took him back in. I racked my brain, trying to think of everything I knew about how to give head. I knew tongue was important. I could still only take his tip, but I started to swirl my tongue around him. He grunted in appreciation. I could feel my cheeks stretching. They were already starting to get sore, and I was struggling to keep my teeth off his girth. I didn’t want to stop though. His cock tasted so good. I swirled my tongue more, pulling him further in. I felt right like this, on knees serving him. He had been right; I was his to take. This was my place.

She started to bob her head, trying to take more of me. Mom had handled my width, even though it took all she had to fit me in her mouth, but my length still seemed impossible. I could feel myself brushing up against her throat, and she still had so much more to go. My hand clamped down on her head. I pulled her head towards me, forcing more of myself into her mouth. My member pushed hard against her throat. It resisted. I started to buck my hips. Each thrust was more vigorous than the last. The tip entered her throat, stretching it roughly. I was enjoying it though. The new sensation sent me into a frenzy. My hands were clamps on her head, holding her in place as I fucked my Mom’s mouth. Each brutal thrust forced more of my cock down into her throat. She was gagging loudly. Her eyes watered and tears dripped out, but I kept up my ferocious pace knowing I had to release the cum I had been gathering for the last nine months. I was breathing loudly now and grunting, enjoying the feeling of my Mom’s mouth around me.

Mom was enjoying it too. It had felt good to please me to show how much of a good boy I had been. Physically it hurt, but being treated this way turned her on. She was wet, really wet I could see her dripping onto the couch. She was my toy and it felt right. She started swirling her tongue as I hammered myself down her tiny throat. Mom reached down, and started to masturbate. It was clumsy, but her fingers felt so good. She had over half my cock in her mouth now and I kept hammering away, driving more of my meaty stake in. Quickly Mom found it was getting hard to breathe. My hips were swinging forcefully only a few inches remained to go. She tried to stretch her mouth and throat, desperate to take all of me. Her pussy was burning, fingers frantically rubbing her clit. My hands clamped hard on the back her hand. She couldn’t breathe. Didn’t matter. I needed more of her. I pushed her down. Darkness was creeping into the corner of her vision. The last of my cock rammed into her mouth. My swollen balls slapped against her chin. A wave of pleasure exploded from her cunt. Both her hand and the couch were soaked. My body quivered, the orgasm coursing through me as I flooded my mother’s mouth. She began swallowing it but was quickly overpowered as it seeped out of her mouth and onto her beautiful face.

I pulled out and collapsed onto her for a second before getting up and making sure she was okay. Mom was in a state I had never seen her in before her eyes were rolled back and she was shaking from the pleasure.

Part of me wanted to enter her lower regions but knew that was exclusively for Dad. I began cleaning her up until she was almost as pristine as she was when she gave me the hug. Since she was still out of it so I sat next to her and held her hand until she was able to function again.

After a minute or so she able to get up and made it obvious she could still taste my cum as her eyes looked at me hungrily. But before she could act a thought crossed her mind she was preparing herself to fuck her son. Her own flesh and blood. This had gone too far so she sat up and collected herself.

“I think I’ll head to bed now,” Mom said, rising from the couch. “You should, too, Ben.”

“Yeah,” I sighed, “you’re right.”

My body felt different than normal like I was more awake than usual. I still couldn’t bring myself to tell her who was bullying me. She never expected Richard to be the one doing it, and it seemed like everyone liked him. He left no real marks when he hit me, making my claims appear false.

I retreated to my room, watching a new MMA fight and practicing their moves. After trying them just once I was able to almost perfectly copy their movements. Dad wasn’t home, so I was responsible for defending Mom’s honor until he returned. That night, I grabbed three large bags of sand from the shed tied them together and began practicing calf kicks, just like in the video. I felt my bones ache with every kick, but I knew I had to do this kick fifty times with each leg to be ready. Once that was done, I practiced hooks and delivered punches to myself in the gut and neck, bracing for the pain that would help me get used to it.

Never again shall I allow myself to lose to my bully.