Mommy Makes A Good Deed

The bullies at the park

You slowly opened the door, careful not to alert your mother to your presence. She had her suspicions that you were getting roughed up at the local park for some time now, but they would be solidified if she saw you now. You had a black eye and bruising covering the majority of the right side of your face, given to you by those stupid thugs on your way home. It hurt to the touch, but you managed to sneak home without anybody seeing you. You’d waited out at the public bathroom after they gave you a beating for not having a pair of your mother’s panties. You didn’t want those creep thugs anywhere near your innocent mother. She had just divorced your father, but he had won the court case, so she had nothing to her name. It was just you and your mother against the world. So the thought of those bully thugs having a pair of your mother’s panties was not on the table.

Closing the front door, you slowly creeped your way up to your room. You thought you made it in and, closing the door, you turned around only to find your mother waiting for you in your room. She was wearing her workout clothes that hugged every curve of her body.

You almost forgot the pain as the blood rushed to your penis. She wouldn’t be able to tell that you were erect, anyways, so you just enjoyed the view. “What the hell are you smiling at, have you seen your face?” your mother said. Suddenly, reality rushed in and you felt the pain. She demanded to know what was going on. You finally had to tell her the truth. You told her how you quivered at the thought of getting off school and having to walk past the local park because you knew those perverted thugs were waiting around to bully you. “Well, what do they want from you, why don’t they just leave you alone?” your mother asked. “Well, they don’t want anything from me, mom. They want something… from you.” Your mother was shocked. “What could they possibly want?” You hesitated. “Please answer me, son, I want to help you!” “They want… a pair of your panties…”. You felt so embarrassed, talking about your bullies’ demands in front of your mother. She didn’t respond. You looked up and saw her blushing. Confused, you asked her what she thought. “Nothing, I just know how I can deal with this bully problem.” You were ecstatic. “Yes, thank you so much mommy!” The next day, your mother told you to expect her when you got off from school. She would walk with you as you passed the local park. You decided to film this awesome event. “Finally”, you thought to yourself, “I can walk home and actually examine my surroundings without fear of a beating!” You recorded your mother walking elegantly, you knew you two had finally won.

Sure enough, while your mother escorted you, those bully thugs were there, waiting for you. They were shocked that your mother was there with you, but they weren’t scared at all. In fact, they just kept staring at her. You found that strange because your mother was also staring back. “Go on home, son, I’ll give these bullies a run for their money.” “You go, mom, give them hell!” you said triumphantly. You couldn’t wait to go home and tell your sister all about this victory, but it’s not like she would care, she’d just tell you to fuck off back to your room like she usually does. You ran home and went straight up to your room, anxiously waiting for your mother to return. It was late at night when your mother finally returned. She was dressed in a large robe when you answered the door, which was strange. “Mom, is that you?” you asked. She opened the door and asked you to close it. With the door shut, you asked your mom what happened. “Did you beat the bullies, mom?” “Well son, not exactly” your mother replied, “We came to an understanding. They’ll leave you alone so long as I wear what they told me to wear to… entertain them.” “What does that mean?” you asked nervously. Your mother disrobed, revealing a tight red bikini. 

You thought her gym clothes were revealing and racy until you saw her in that bikini. Your dick sprang up right away; this time, I think she might have even been able to notice it! Luckily, she didn’t. Stupefied, you finally spoke up. “So, does this mean I can walk home safe?” “Yes son, mommy will take care of those mean bullies from now on, just expect me to come home late from now on. I’ll wait for you outside school and walk with you to the park. If you’re a really good boy, I’ll show you what I do to beat those bullies off- I mean keep those bullies away from you.” Suddenly, something clicked. What if… No, the thought was ridiculous. Your precious mother would never do such a thing. “Thanks mommy, love you.” You gave her a kiss and ran up to bed. You tossed and turned, unable to get the thought out of your head. Your penis was still hard thinking about it. “What if…” you thought to yourself, “Mommy was doing naughty things for my bullies…” You couldn’t take it anymore, you had to have release. You ripped off your pants and jerked out a quick one, surprised at how much you came thinking about mommy and your bullies. “Nah, it’s probably just a stupid delusion” you said. You crawled back in bed and drifted off to sleep. Right before you did, you wished that mommy would take you along when she went to beat up your bullies, maybe then your delusions could become a reality…

TO BE CONTINUED

Samantha's Mining Trip

A fantasy about @smt-01 I had while talking to her. She has such an interesting life as an engineer and occasionally flies from her office to site in 3-5 day bursts to execute her projects. But a beautiful girl like her is surely rare on site? Turns out I was right! She says she's had a lot of action and constantly catcalled/ogled all the time.

This turned out more non-consensual and raw than I initially intended but after her recent posts I couldn't stop myself..

Tags: non-consensual, office worker, gangbang, deepthroat, threesome, miners

~ Nina

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Samantha felt the eyes on her as she made her way through the mess hall to grab dinner. She could sense the hunger in the gazes of the men around her, but she was used to it by now. Being one of the few women on the mine site, she had grown accustomed to the attention her curvy figure attracted.

As she requested a steak and filled up her plate at the counter, a deep voice behind her made her jump. "Need a hand with that, sweetheart?" Samantha turned to see Jake, one of the burliest miners on site, grinning down at her.

She raised an eyebrow, unfazed by his flirtatious tone. "I think I can handle a plate on my own, Jake."

He chuckled and leaned in closer, his musky scent enveloping her. "You know, you office workers don't have to be so isolated all the time. Let us take care of you."

Samantha's lips curved into a smirk as she took a step back, holding his gaze. "I appreciate the offer, but I'm here to work just like everyone else."

Jake's smile widened as he looked her up and down. "Oh, I don't doubt that for a second. But there's nothing wrong with a little fun after work hours, right?"

Ignoring the heat rising in her cheeks, Samantha grabbed her plate and gave him a dismissive nod. "Maybe another time, Jake. Right now, I'm occupied."

As she walked away, she could feel his eyes burning into her back. Samantha knew how to handle herself around these rough men who saw her as nothing more than a challenge to conquer. She had faced similar situations before, and Jake was no different from the others who thought they could charm her with a few words and a cocky attitude.

She found a quiet corner to sit and eat her dinner, enjoying the solitude away from the prying eyes of her male coworkers. As she savored each bite of her steak, her mind wandered to the real reason she was at the mine site - to oversee the installation of new equipment that would increase efficiency and safety in the tunnels.

After finishing her meal, Samantha made her way back to the dorms, ready to unwind after a long day of work. As she passed by the gym, she noticed movement inside and decided to peek in. The gym was mostly empty except for a few scattered figures lifting weights and running on treadmills.

Samantha hesitated for a moment before stepping inside, drawn to the familiar scent of sweat and metal. She headed towards an empty bench press, preparing to release some tension through exercise. Just as she was about to start her first set, a voice interrupted her thoughts.

"Need a spotter?"

Samantha looked up to see Marcus, another miner she had crossed paths with several times during her stay at the site. Unlike Jake, Marcus had always been respectful towards her, never pushing boundaries or making inappropriate comments.

She smiled gratefully at him. "Sure, that would be great."

Marcus stepped forward and helped her adjust the weights on the barbell. As Samantha began her set, she felt his steady presence behind her, ready to assist if needed. With each repetition, she could feel the burn in her muscles, the physical strain a welcome distraction from the constant attention she received from her male coworkers.

Marcus watched her intently, his eyes focused on her form as she pushed herself to the limit. His presence was reassuring, his strong hands there to support her if she faltered.

As Samantha finished her set and racked the weights, she let out a satisfied sigh. "Thanks, Marcus. I appreciated that."

He smiled warmly at her. "Anytime, Samantha. It's good to see you taking care of yourself in this environment."

Samantha felt a warmth spread through her at his words, a rare sense of camaraderie she hadn't expected to find in this male-dominated world. She realized that not every man at the mine site was like Jake, driven by their basest desires.

"Thank you, Marcus. That means a lot coming from you," she replied sincerely.

He held her gaze for a moment before breaking into a grin. "Well, how about we grab a drink together later? I know there’s a limit but I did bring a nice whiskey from home."

Samantha considered his offer, a spark of curiosity igniting within her. Maybe it wouldn't hurt to let her guard down for once and enjoy some company outside of work.

"Sounds like a plan," Samantha replied with a smile, intrigued by the idea of spending time with Marcus outside of their professional interactions for the first time. As they made plans to meet later that evening, she couldn't shake the feeling of anticipation that bubbled within her. Despite the challenges of being a woman in such a male-dominated environment, she was starting to see that there were allies and friendships to be found amidst the rough exterior of the miners.

With a newfound sense of optimism, Samantha looked forward to what the evening would bring as she left the gym, her heart lighter than it had been in a long time. The evening air was crisp as Samantha made her way to the spot Marcus had suggested for their drink.

"Hey, glad you could make it," Marcus greeted her warmly, gesturing for her to take a seat across from him.

Samantha returned his smile, feeling a sense of ease settling over her as she sat down. The atmosphere was surprisingly cozy, with the sunset overhead casting a soft glow over the surrounding area.

"Thanks for inviting me," she replied, her voice tinged with genuine appreciation. "It's nice to have a change of scenery."

Marcus nodded in understanding, pouring them both a glass of whiskey from the bottle he had brought. The amber liquid glinted in the dim light, its rich aroma filling the air between them.

As they chatted and laughed over their drinks, Samantha found herself opening up to Marcus in a way she hadn't expected. Their conversation flowed effortlessly, touching on everything from work to personal interests. Marcus shared stories of his time at the mine site, offering insights into the daily challenges and triumphs of life in such a rugged environment. Samantha, in turn, spoke about her passion for engineering and the satisfaction she found in tackling complex problems even if she was city based and only got to visit the site in short bursts.

As the night wore on, the initial tension between them lingered supported by a growing sense of connection. They finished their drinks as the sky darkened, the stars emerging one by one to cast a twinkling canopy overhead. Samantha felt a sense of contentment settle over her as she sat there with Marcus, enjoying the simple pleasure of good company.

"I should probably head back to my dorm," Samantha said reluctantly, breaking the comfortable silence that had settled between them.

Marcus nodded, a hint of reluctance in his expression. "Of course. I'll walk you back."

Samantha smiled gratefully at him as they both rose from their chairs. The walk back to her dorm was filled with easy conversation and shared laughter, a stark contrast to the tense atmosphere she usually felt around the other miners.

When they reached her door, Samantha turned to face Marcus, a genuine smile on her face. "Thank you for tonight. I had a really great time."

Marcus returned her smile, his gaze softening. "The pleasure was all mine, Samantha. I'm glad we had this chance to get to know each other better."

Before she could respond, he leaned in and pressed a gentle kiss to her cheek,

sending a jolt of warmth through her. Samantha's heart skipped a beat as she met his eyes, seeing a depth of feeling reflected in them that took her breath away. In that moment, the air crackled with unspoken desire, the tension between them palpable.

Without a word, Marcus captured her lips in a searing kiss, igniting a fire within Samantha she had never experienced before. The world around them faded away as they lost themselves in each other, their bodies moving as one in a dance of passion and need.

In Marcus, Samantha found a kindred spirit, a man who saw along with her curves, the core of who she was. As they tumbled into her small dorm room, their hands exploring every inch of each other's skin, Samantha knew that this night was just the beginning of something powerful and intoxicating.

The walls of the isolated town echoed with their shared moans and cries of pleasure, a symphony of newfound connection and raw desire that set their worlds ablaze.

In the dim light of the dorm room, Samantha's eyes widened as Marcus's lips trailed down her neck, leaving a trail of kisses that sent shivers down her spine. She moaned softly, her body arching towards his touch as her breath hitched in her throat. Marcus, sensing her arousal, continued his path, his fingers running through her hair as if to anchor her to the present moment.

The scent of her skin, a mix of her own sweat and the fragrance of her perfume, filled his senses, intensifying his desire for her. He could feel her heart pounding against his chest, the rhythm in sync with his own. A gentle tug on her hair brought Samantha's gaze up to meet his. Their eyes locked, and for a moment, time seemed to freeze as they acknowledged the depth of their connection.

Without breaking eye contact, Marcus moved his hands to her waist, guiding her towards the bed. The hard mattress welcomed them as they lay down, their bodies entwining like two ropes pulled by the tide. The room glowed with a soft, ethereal light as the stars outside shone through the window, casting a halo around them.

With every inch of his body, Marcus sought to explore the curves of Samantha's form. He traced the contours of her back with his fingers, his thumbs slowly massaging the tension out of her shoulders. As she relaxed, he moved lower, brushing his fingers along her sides, his touch feather-light.

Samantha gasped lightly as his fingertips grazed her stomach, causing a flurry of butterflies to dance within her belly. She let out a soft sigh, her eyes fluttering closed as she reveled in the sensation of his touch. In that moment, she felt completely at ease, her body responding to his every movement with anticipation and desire.

Marcus shifted his position, his face now level with her breasts. As he took one into his mouth, sucking gently and teasing with his tongue, Samantha's breath hitched again. Pushing ever further, he explored her body, his hands tracing the lines of her hips, the curve of her thighs, and the softness of her inner legs.

As his touch became more insistent, Samantha felt her arousal growing, her body begging for more. She arch her back, offering herself to him, inviting him to take control. With a gasp, she hooked her ankles behind his waist, pulling him closer and deeper into her.

Wanting more, Marcus slid his hands around her hips, pulling her closer to him as he stood up, lifting her with him. Her legs wrapped around him, she gasped as she felt his hardness press against her. He positioned her on the edge of the bed, her back against the headboard, and slowly, slowly, he entered her.

For a moment, they stayed still, locked together, their breaths mingling, their hearts beating in sync. It was as if time stood still, and all that mattered in that moment was the connection between them. Then, with a sudden flourish, Marcus began to move, his hips rocking steadily against her.

The rhythm of their bodies together was like a dance, a sensual waltz that pulled them deeper into their passion. Marcus's hands gripped her hips, guiding her, pulling her closer, as he thrust into her harder and faster. Samantha's nails dug into his back, urging him on, her breath coming in short gasps.

The room filled with the sound of their passionate cries, their bodies slapping together with a wet, slick sound. Marcus's mouth found her neck, nibbling and biting gently, his breath hot and wet against her skin. With every touch, Samantha felt her body respond, her desire for him growing stronger with every thrust.

It was almost too much to bear, the intensity of their lovemaking, the power of their connection. But Marcus didn't let up, his body continuing to move, his hips thrusting deeper and harder. Samantha felt the tension building within her, the waves of pleasure crashing over her like a tidal wave, pulling her further and further away from reality.

The sheets rustled beneath them, the sound mingling with their passionate cries, as they fucked violently and roughly. Missionary, deepthroat, doggy - each act brought new heights of pleasure, their bodies twisting and turning in a frenzy of desire.

As they reached the peak of their climax, their bodies shuddered in unison, their minds lost in the ecstasy of the moment. Marcus wordlessly gets up, dresses himself and returns to his room with a smile wishing a good night as he prepares for the early morning the next day.

However, their loud moans and the slapping of skin didn’t go unnoticed through the thin walls of their dorms. Jake, along with two of his friends were drinking outside of his dorm only a few doors down. Watching Marcus leave, they swiftly approach the still unlocked door to find Samantha nude under her blankets, still awake resting. She let out a loud yelp as she noticed the unwelcome intrusion.

As the intruders filed in, a deafening silence filled the air, broken only by the echo of Samantha's trembling breaths. Her heart pounded wildly against her chest, threatening to burst from her lungs as her eyes darted around the room, seeking anything to help her in this dire situation.

Jake smirked, a devilish grin that seemed to twist his already rugged features into something more sinister. His friends, equally eager to pounce on the opportunity, followed suit, their eyes glued to Samantha's trembling form, hungry for the carnal pleasure that they so desperately craved.

But Samantha wasn't going to give in without a fight. Her hands fumbled around the bed, searching for something, anything, to use as a weapon. As her fingers brushed against the cold steel of a bedside lamp, a glimmer of hope flared within her. Clutching it tightly, she lunged at Jake, her heart racing as she swung the lamp at him with all her might.

The impact was light however, due to the cord stopping the lamp short. Still the blow made Jake reel back slightly, his face contorting in pain. But he wasn't about to let a little bruise stop him from getting what he wanted. With a snarl, he lunged at Samantha once more, his friends not far behind locking the door as they entered the room.

The scent of sweat and lust filled the air as the three men pinned Samantha down on the bed, their bodies tangled and writhing, their hands greedily exploring her trembling body. She whimpered as their touches grew more insistent, their fingers probing and groping at her most intimate places. She struggled against their hold, her limbs flailing wildly, but to no avail.

Jake, the ringleader of this twisted game, positioned himself between Samantha's legs, his eyes gleaming with malice as he grabbed hold of her thighs and spread them wide apart. The sound of their heavy breathing filled the room as he thrust himself inside her, his cock rough and unyielding as it sought to conquer every inch of her body. Samantha let out a muffled scream as the pain of his invasion washed over her, her tears mixing with the sweat that trickled down her face.

Meanwhile, the second man, a tall and burly figure, positioned himself at the head of the bed, his eyes locked on the vulnerable sight before him. With a predatory grin, he climbed on top of Samantha's helpless form, his hands clenching at her hair as he forced himself down her throat. The taste of her sweat, her tears, and her fear mixed together in his mouth, making him grow even more aroused. He pumped himself in and out of her mouth, the soreness in his throat only fueling his desire to take her completely.

Samantha struggled to break free from their grip, her moans and Screams growing louder as her body was subjected to their brutal advances. But the harder she fought, the more the men seemed to revel in it, their animalistic instincts taking over.

Jake thrust deeper into her, his grunts echoing in the room as he pounded into her with the force of a raging bull. The second man's eyes narrowed as he watched, savoring the sight of her body twisting and writhing under their assault. He pulled back, his cock glistening with her saliva and pre-cum, and lunged forward with a vengeance, driving it deeper into her throat than before.

The men roared with laughter, their eyes now shining with an even darker hunger. They knew that their power over her was absolute, and they would make her pay for her defiance.

Jake, now completely out of control, slammed into her with all his might, his balls slapping against her ass with a wet sound, his sweaty body clinging to hers, his grunts filling the air.He grabbed her hips, his fingers digging into her flesh as he thrust inside her, his hips meeting hers in a frenzied dance of possession.

Her cries were muffled by the second man, who hadn't let up on her throat. He increased his pace, his thrusts becoming rougher and more aggressive. Samantha's body writhed beneath them, her curves and soft skin a tantalizing target for their dark desires.

Samantha's cries grew louder, her sobs turning into screams of agony as the intensity of the situation overwhelmed her.But even as she fought against the tide of pain and humiliation, there was a strange glimmer of defiance in her eyes. A spark of rebellion that refused to be extinguished, even in the face of such depravity. As the men continued to ravage her, the sounds of their grunts and gasps filled the room, each one lost in their own primal hunger. The air grew thick with sweat, lust, and the bitter taste of betrayal.

She felt a throbbing inside her from Jake’s large member. Feeling his own release building, gripped her hips even tighter, slamming into her with a ferocity that bordered on madness. Meanwhile, the second man's thrusts became erratic, his need to dominate her taking precedence over any semblance of control.

The third man, who had been watching from the sidelines, stepped forward now. His eyes glazed over with lust as he took in the sight before him. He reached out, his hand brushing against Samantha's sensitive flesh, sending shivers down her spine, kneading her big mounds.

She screamed out in agony, her voice echoing through the room as the men continued to abuse her. Her eyes locked on Jake's, her resolve unbroken despite the brutality she was enduring. She tried to make him see the fear in her eyes, the pain etched upon her face while fighting the physical stimulation she was facing, but the darkness in his gaze refused to waver.

Soon after, Samantha feels a warmth gushing inside her pussy with Jake’s cock swelling within her before unloading a torrent of hot seed deep inside her. He slammed into her a few more time with violently powerful thrusts in a slow rhythm making sure to wring himself out dry.

He looked down at her, his eyes dark with satisfaction, and then he turned his attention to the third man. "It's your turn, mate. Take her and make her yours."

The third man, now overcome with desire, positioned himself behind her, his cock questing for her entrance. He grinned, his eyes gleaming with lust. He pushed her legs apart, his cock rock hard and ready. Samantha couldn't help but shiver as he positioned himself at her entrance, his muscles ripple under his skin. He held her hips and then thrust inside her with one quick, powerful stroke.

Samantha screamed as he entered her, his cock stretching her to her limits. She felt like she was being torn apart, but the third man didn't ease up. He began to fuck her with brutal force, his thrusts deep and hard. Samantha's body bucked under his relentless assault, her cries muffled by the second man's cock still buried in her throat. Her pussy was still feeling raw and sensitive after Jake’s violent treatment, and she began feeling light headed with how hard it is to breathe while getting facefucked.

The second man, now breathing heavily from his previous exertions, pulled out of her mouth, allowing her to gasp for air. He moved over, positioning himself at her face, and shoved his still wet cock into her nose, making her inhale his scent deeply. Then, he thrust into her mouth once more, using her as a human fleshlight, making sure to pump his hips and cum deep in her throat.

Despite the pain and humiliation, Samantha felt a strange sense of defiance rising within her. She refused to let these men break her spirit. As the third man continued to fuck her, she imagined herself somewhere else, somewhere safe and peaceful. She focused on the feel of the grass beneath her feet, the sun warming her skin, and the gentle breeze caressing her face.

Jake now resting on a chair, began to get erect again from watching Samantha’s agony, staring into her eyes as she gets defiled by his mates.

The third man grunted, his body tense as he prepared to release. He thrust harder, his hips slapping against her ass, his cock swelling inside her. Then, with a roar, he came, filling her with his cum. He collapsed on top of her, his breath ragged as he recovered.

Jake kneels over her face, humiliating Samantha by rubbing his cock and balls all over her face, and pinching and tugging at her nipples. He forces his balls into her mouth, the sensation covering her tongue and laughs as he slaps his giant weighty cock on her face, large enough to reach the top of her head. Enjoying the sensation of his balls sucked as she struggled to inhale, he finally gets up and repositions himself between her legs once more

Samantha tried to catch her breath, her body aching and sore from the brutal treatment. Despite the pain, she couldn't help but look up at Jake, the defiance still shining in her eyes. He looked down at her, his face twisted with satisfaction and dominance.

Samantha whimpered, caught between the conflicting sensations of agony and pleasure. The men's bodies felt like anchors, weighing her down, but she couldn't help but feel a strange sense of liberation in the midst of her humiliation with the three of them temporarily off her.

She looked up at Jake, his eyes still reflecting hunger and lust, but also a hint of admiration. He had watched her throughout this entire ordeal, and it was clear that her strength and defiance had not gone unnoticed.

Slowly, Jake raises her arms above her head, presenting her breasts to the three men. "Take me again," she whispered hoarsely, her voice barely more than a rasp. "You’ll never make me yours."

Jake's eyes widened, and he hesitated for only a moment before he grips his already swelling member. "Why would I ever want you to be mine? Alright, mate," he called out to the other men, "let's finish this."

With renewed urgency, the men descended upon Samantha once again taking turns on her filled pussy. Jake flips her over into a doggy style, pounding fast and hard. As he releases his next load, he sits in front of her face and with a firm grip on her hair, uses her mouth to clean off the mixture of the mens’ leftover cum acting as lube for her pussy from his cock.

Their bodies formed a writhing heap of sweat and desire, each thrust and groan an echo of their passion. Samantha's body rocked beneath them, her skin glistening with sweat and the traces of their climaxes. As the men cum inside, they follow suit and dip their cock down her throat to clean up the mix of the different mens’ cum from themselves.

Soon, it was over. The men collapsed onto the bed, their breathing ragged and heavy. Samantha lay limp beneath them, her body spent, but her spirit unbroken. As her eyes met Jake's, reflecting on how the day has led her to this.

As the craving for domination began to fade, the men found themselves staring at Samantha's body, almost reverently but also bored. For a brief moment, they felt a mild pity for her, but also satisfied with letting out their sexual frustrations and annoyances from the inconveniences of a life isolated on site.

Jake broke the silence first, his voice the same gravelly tone heard when the men are at work. "Let’s go, we have an early morning tomorrow," he said, to no one in particular. "Looking forward to your next site visit dear."

As parting gift, he picked up Samantha’s panties off the floor and roughly shoved it inside her pussy sealing the cum in her. She felt the warmth of their ejaculate filling her. She lay on the bed, battered and broken, but somehow still alive. She knew that the night was over, but what about tomorrow night?

But for now, she could only lay there, soaking in the pain and pleasure, knowing that her body was now their plaything, and that they would continue to use her until they were satisfied. After a long day at work, a few drinks, and hours of physical activity, Samantha found herself naturally dozing off without realizing it as she lay there.

Jo PTA Mom

Jo is the president of the school’s PTA. And is one of the mom’s that volunteers to help run school events. But more importantly to her, she is Kev’s mom. Kev is your average B+ student with good grades and a bright future. He is smart and kind and helpful. Unfortunately, Kev doesn’t have a lot of friends. And he gets picked on a lot by a few of his classmates. The worst of which is Brad. Captain of the football team. pitch for the Baseball team. And forward for the basketball team. Brad is a man, Strong athletic and good looking he has everything. Most of the people at school treat him like a hero since he leads all the sports teams. But you and your friends know that he is an asshole. He loves to pick on you and treat you like shit. And since he sees your mom a lot at games he tries to get under your skin but hitting on her. Which works you hate it when he hits on your mom. because something inside you wants him to do something but you’d never tell anybody that much less him. And your mom is actually super fucking hot for her age. So you know she could do better than that Asshole. Not that you think there could ever be anything serious between them.

This week though you know that you are going to have to put up with a lot more of Brad’s Bullshit. The two of you got assigned as partners on a project and he is going to be coming over to your house a few times to work on it. And by that you mean he is going to come over and bug the shit out of you and watch TV well you work on it. And since he needs this grade to be good he’ll be even more annoying about you getting it right.

When you heard the knock on your door you sighed knowing it was Brad and preparing for the next three or so hours of him being an absolute shithead. You opened the door and he burst right in and immediately headed for the couch. You went back to the table where you had the project laid out and kept working. For twenty or so minutes he watched sports on the TV. Now and then he would ask you how it was going only to say “Wait I don’t give a shit” After about a half-hour of doing nothing he got up and headed upstairs to your bathroom.  Telling you he was going to take a shit. You sighed not needing that information and just kept working.

Brad went upstairs and found the restroom. When he was done thought he was about to go back down to the couch when he noticed a door open in the hallway. He walked over just to peak in a froze. He saw Jo your mom laying in her bed blanket having fallen off she was wearing nothing but a bra. he could see her bare naked ass and everything. He couldn’t believe his luck. He stood there staring at her for a few seconds before pulling out his phone and snapping a few pics of her. Then he smiled and got an idea. IT might get him in a lot of trouble but dame lot at that ass.

A minute later the door to your mom’s room was closed. Brad’s clothes laid on the hallway floor outside the room. And he was gently moving your mom onto her back. Trying not to wake her up. Then slowly he stuck his cock into’s your mom’s pussy as she slept. Slowly and gently he started fucking her with his massive rock hard cock.

Jo woke up to an intense feeling of pleasure sweeping over her body. Her eyes were closed and her head was rolling back as whatever was causing her arousal penetrated her deeper and deeper. She slowly came to and when she was slightly awake she finally opened her eyes. I shock she saw Brad her son’s classmate and star athlete of the school leaning over her naked. His body was moving back and forth over her. Another few moments past and she realized he was the source of her pleasure. he was fucking her. He had his cock deep in her pussy. She went to let out a loud scream like moan but he placed a hand over her mouth and stopped her. When he saw that she was awake he started to go a little faster. Eventually, he got his cock all the way inside her. He was balls deep in her and she was just staring up at him her eyes glazing over. Fucking her hard and fast. Brad spent nearly thirty-minute inside her. She came several times during the fucking. And finally, he came too. he came deep inside her nearly in her womb. 

When he was done he pulled his cock out and got off the bed. Without a word, he opened back up the door to the room picked up his clothes got dressed and went back downstairs. Jo just laid in her bed gasping for air and revealing it the pleasure she had just experienced. She had never been fucked like that before. She had never been fucked by such a big cock before. And she had never been fucked by someone so much younger than her before. Brad had unbelievable stamina and had used her like a toy and then left never saying a word. It was like a dream but better.

Jo laid in her baed for a long while just shocking up the joy of that moment. Then finally she got up got dressed and went downstairs. When she got down there she found her son Kev working on a school project and Brad sitting on the couch watching TV. Pretending as if nothing happened She asked both the boys how everything was going. They both said fine and she started cooking dinner. She asked Brad if he was going to stay for dinner, but he just said No and kept watching TV. Kev was annoyed he was being rude to his mom after she had invited him to eat with them. But he was also confused about why his mom had just taken it and then went back to her work. She even had a small smile on her face. 

A short time later when the game was over Brad got up and left, but he forgot his varsity jacket laying on the couch. Your mom quickly noticed it. Picking it up she chased him outside to give it back. when she got out their He was not a foot from the door. When the door closed he grabbed her pushed her against the wall and planted a long kiss on her. “Your mine now bitch,” He said before grabbing his jacket from her and walking to his car. when your mom got back inside she had a huge smile on her face, but she wouldn’t tell you why.

After that first night, Brad was relentless. He would come over once or twice a week to fuck. Jo would always let him in and try to sneak him up to her room. But they didn’t just fuck at your house. After games, he would walk your mom out to his car and fuck her there in the parking lot. Or after her and the other parents closed the concession stand he would sneak back there and fuck her brains out there at the school. Whenever he wanted he would just have to show up and she would do whatever he said. She had never been this submissive with a guy before but he was just so big and strong that it felt natural to let him command her. 

Three or four months went by of this. Brad had started experimenting with your mom. He would now tie her down to the bed when he fucked her at home. and he would cuff her hands and feet together when he fucked her at school. he even got her a collar and a choker to wear. Both of which had his name printed on the inside. Jo would wear the chocker whenever she was in public and the collar whenever she was with him. The first time she wore the choker to a school game he laughed. and not so quietly called her a MILF. You and a bunch of people heard him and expected your mom to yell at him but she just pretended not to hear it and smiled. At the moment he knew that he could do almost anything to her no matter how embarrassing and she would just play it off like it was nothing.

Six or seven months had passed since the first project and Brad had been assigned as your partner again. You didn’t expect much a difference this time around so you were already working on the project when He showed up. When he opened the door you looked a little confused. He was dressed up. He had a suit on and was carrying a bag with him. he pushed his way past you and didn’t immediately head for the couch. He stood there staring at you smiling. After a few minutes, you asked him waiting he was waiting for. He smiled and then nodded across the room. 

You looked over and went completely still. There stood your mom tugging at a collar and wearing nothing but straps and a bra. You were shocked. But you were shocked more by what came next. Brad snapped his fingers and said, “come”. And immediately Jo started walking towards him. When she got there he took what looked like a dog leash out of his bag and attached it to your mom’s collar. Then he snapped again and she got on her knees in front of him. he then unzipped his pants and stuck out his cock. You began to yell at this point but he just gave you an angry stare and you shut up. Your mom looked up at him and smiled. then she grabbed his cock with both of her hands and started jerking it off. thirty seconds later she had it in her mouth and was sucking on the huge thing. She had no problems deepthroating the whole cock. Smiling and happy Your mom kept sucking his cock until he started holding her head down. Then he came finished in her mouth. When he pulled out your mom looked up at him and opened her mouth showing him the cum. He said “Swallow” and your mom swallowed the cum.

Brad then turned to you. “I’ve been working on my own project loser what do you think.” “Oh shit you can’t even speak you just watched your mom suck my cock and you have nothing to say god you’re pathetic.” “I have been fucking your mom for months now. She is a good cock sucking slave right bitch” “Yes master I am I love your cock” “See she loves my cock god she is a fucking whore. She is my fucking whore. Now sit down here and work loser your mom and I are going to enjoy ourselves DON’T FUCKING INTERUPT US.”

Then he started walking upstairs to your mom’s room. with the leash on your mom automatically got on all fours and followed him crawling like a pet. You spent hours downstairs working on the project and listening to him fuck your mom’s brains out. You heard her moaning and begging him to fuck her harder. And you heard him calling her dirty degrading names like whore and slut. You even heard what was undoubtedly him spanking her or slapping her face. She was still moaning. When they were finally done fucking after hours and hours of rough hard intense sex he didn’t leave. He slept with your mom naked and in her bed. A few days later he moved in and started stying in your mom’s room with her. Your mom was forbidden from wearing any clothes in the house that he didn’t approve of and was always on her knees when he got home from school. No one from the school ever figured out that your mom was his fuck toy and they kept on fucking after each game at the school. Your mom had a new job and it was to please him in any way she could.

Your mother was a goddess. She was unrealistically beautiful. Every man wanted to fuck her and every woman was jealous of her. But despite her beauty, despite the attention she got, she abandoned everything to raise you. She loved you very much and you adored her. Tonight she was especially sexy as you were both going to a celebration your school held for the end of the year. Everyone was there with their parents.

As you were enjoying yourself, you felt a hand hitting your back. You knew it was your fucking bully. You hated this guy. Not only was he younger and picking on you because you were weaker, but he was always making sexist remarks about your mom. You understood that many guys liked your mom. But this guy was something else. He was telling you how he wants to fuck your mom, that he would rape her, that he will lose his virginity by her and if she doesn’t take it, he will tie her up and fuck her until she goes crazy and other things like that. He hit on her once or twice, only to be ridiculed.

“What’s up nerd? Are you here with your busty mom?”

He took a look around.

“Oh shit! She is so hot!” the bastard actually grabbed his dick when he laid eyes on her. He was more aggressive than usual. Maybe it was the getup. Your mother always dressed conservatively but now she was practically with her boobs out.

You finally left after a few hours. Your bully spent them staring intensely at your mom. When you entered your home, she took her clothes off and rushed to the shower.

She did give you occasional boners but you never had any fantasies with her. Tonight though, her outfit aroused even you. You peaked through the hole.

You imagined yourself being in there, rubbing her big soft tits with soap. Your tiny dick hardened.

She got out and wore her nightgown. At that point, the doorbell rung.

“Who could it be at this hour?” she said.

Like a dumbass, you opened without asking, to see your bully in front of you. Before you could even open your mouth, he punched your stomach and pushed you to the floor. Your mother came in the room to see what’s going on and he grabbed her hands, dragging her to her bedroom. Even though she was taller than him, he was always athletic and could overpower her. He started tearing her nightgown. She held on to it, resulting in him ripping the bottom half from her body. He threw her on the bed, exposing her boobs. She gave you a look. Her precious son, powerless to help her.

He climbed on her and squeezed her boobs a bit, then grabbed your fighting mom’s hands again. Without wasting anytime, he buried his face in them and started sucking.

“No! Someone help!”

No one was close enough to hear her. And you were paralyzed with fear.

Your bully was completely taken with your mom’s boobs. He ravaged them with his mouth forcing small moans out of her. All the teasing she endured from men all these years must have left her sexually frustrated. He lifted his head and, still holding her hands, went even lower.

“No, please!” your mom begged and tried to close her legs, but his face was already between them.

You could hear sucking noises. Your mother’s moans became deeper.

He finally stopped and brought his cock close to her pussy. She squirmed hard to get free but nothing came of it. He pushed his huge alpha male cock inside her.

His face became ecstatic as he moved his hips. Your mother screamed in a last effort to escape. Nothing came of it and she quickly reverted to moaning.

Your bully was hypnotized. He squeezed and kissed her boobs with as he fucked her. Her erotic cries for help were music to his ears. 

You could only watch in fear and tears as your mother was being violated by your most hated enemy.

After a few minutes of forcing his cock inside her, he started talking.

“Listen here bitch! From now on, you are my whore! ”

“Oh God!” was the only thing your mom could say as her eyes rolled to meet her closing eyelids.

“I told your pussy son I would rape you! He should have warned you!”

“Please no more! Stop fucking me!”

“Do you still have any lines for me now, like going to drink my milk?!”

“Oh my God, stop! I think I’m gonna…”

“I wanted to do this for very a long time! ”

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhh!!!”

As your mom’s mind was lost in pleasure, your bully hugged her, buried his face in her neck, and fucked her as hard as he could until he filled her womb his seed.

He stayed on top of her as they both caught their breath. It took your mom a while to pull it together. Your kind dignified mom, having such a lewd face and delirious eyes as she tried to get over the orgasm a teenage boy’s cock made her have.

He got up, got dressed, and took a picture of your naked mom wearing the slutty face he forced on her.

“If you don’t do as I say, this goes over the internet.”

He left.

You were standing at the corner and crying like a baby. Not only did you let something like this happen to your kind, loving mother, you also got a boner by watching her getting raped.

“Honey?” you hear her winded, motherly voice.

You lifted your teary eyes to see her, still lying down, wearing her destroyed nightgown.

“Oh don’t cry.” she says as she covers her tits.

“If you didn’t want other boys fucking your mommy you should have helped her instead of being a little weakling. Now mommy wants to be his rape victim every night, and she will no matter how you feel about it.”

I got into a huge argument with my stepdad about the way he always stares at my girlfriends huge tits and slaps her big ass. he told me that its my own fault for having such a hot titty Slut as a girlfriend. he then laughed about how small my real dads cock was, saying that I'm the same. my mum was there and she laughed when he brought up cock size, before telling me that my stepdad had a point, and that she knows I am small down there, my girls round for dinner tomorrow

You could hear the slapping sound from the other room. You walked into the kitchen to find your stepdad slapping your girlfriend’s ass over and over. He ignored you, calling her a slut while rubbing himself. You quickly went to your mother to tell her what was going on, but it took you a while to find her. She was hanging up the phone as you came in the room.

When you told her she just smiled and said your girlfriend was finally going to get what she needed. Then you herd the moaning. Louder than you’ve ever heard while in bed with your girlfriend.

You went back downstairs to find your girlfriend riding your stepdad’s huge cock. He was holding her, standing up, lifting her up and down while slapping her fat ass. She couldn’t contain herself, screaming and moaning, loving every inch of his much much bigger cock. He just laughed at you, saying that you should have known sluts like her just want big cock. He told you that your mom left your puny father because of his tiny dick, now your girlfriend was his bitch and he was going to fuck her whenever he wanted. Then he carried her, still impaled on his cock, into your bedroom. 

I came into the kitchen to grab some food before going to class, Mom hadn’t noticed me yet and she was talking with someone on the phone.

“When are you gonna be here baby? He’s about to leave and I can’t wait for you to fuck my brains out!” My Mom said giggling

I stood there on shock, confused at what I had just walked into.

“I’m sick of running around behind his back, I don’t care if he knows…” the voice on the phone spoke back..

“I know baby I know. I’m getting tired of hiding it too, I’m just not sure if he can handle it…” my mom said.

"How bout this” She said, ” we can tell him tonight when he’s gets back, I think it’ll be easier if we told him together”

“HA HA, yeah he just might walk in on me pounding the shit out of his momma” the man said

“Hehe, he just might” my mom said biting her lip”

Scared of where this was going I decided to make my presence known. “ hey mom “ I said walking to the refrigerator. “ who ya talking to?” “Oh hey sweetie” my mom said blushing. "I was just talking to your friend Tommy about your birthday party this weekend” Mom said smiling innocently

"Hahaha!” Tommy laughed out loud. "I’ll be over in an hour” he said and hung up

“Is Tommy coming over? I asked her "Tommy’s just coming by to help me plan your party, it was supposed to be a surprise” she said

"Don’t worry Mom I’ll still act surprised” I said smiling

"Haha I’m sure you will” She said as she adjusted her tits making them look bigger “now get going or you’re going to be late” She said rushing me out the door

The day couldn’t go by fast enough now that I was wondering what surprises my Mom and Tommy and in store for me…

Wife’s extra week

Your wife is one heck of a woman ! Nice, smart, gentle and hot as hell.

As you can see by the pic, she’s also a business woman. That comes without saying since you yourself are a business men. You 2 meet at a conference and the rest is history.

The income is high and although very busy you 2 manage to have some fine ass vacations. Your wife being very pale always had a soft spot for tropical places so she could tan at least a bit.

So last summer you 2 went to Mexico !

This is the last pic you took before leaving. Your boss called and wanted you at the office. A big deal was on it’s way and he needed you there.

So you left and you wife stayed for the rest of the week.

Now this is where a seed started to grow (a seed you still have no knowledge about).

Your wife who was always faithful started to have these…thoughts.

Being a nice curvy white milf, all those latino boys have her in their line of sight. Like Leopards stalking a Gazelle.

They came talk to her, one after another, asking to drink something or to rub some sunscreem on her, etc…

Your wife said no each time but each time she looked at their tanned skin, sweaty abs, big flaccid bulge on their tiny shorts.

Every evening she talked with you via skype like this

She told it was to be comfortable but reality is, it was because as soon you turned offline she fingered herself to latino porn. She even started searching stuff she never though she would do like anal and deepthroating.

In the following days she left those boys get closer, she even let them take pics…well she didn’t actually let them let’s just says she knew they were she simply did nothing to stop it.

At the hotel room she was faithful but as soon as she came to the beach is like her pussy made the thinking…she had no idea what she was doing until she realised she gave her number to a young latino stud.

While getting back to the hotel you couldn’t believe it. What have you done ?!

But she thought to yourself, it’s nothing. It’s not like she cheated besides tomorrow is her last day, she’ll never reply or see him again anyway so who cares…

At that moment she receive a massage from the boy:

“Hey mamacita ;)”

Her heart began to pound hard. She thought to herself what to do ! She thought this guy was a pig for sending something like this yet it turned her on. She didn’t know what to do. She isn’t a teen anymore so maybe this is what teens now do ? Maybe she should reply with a pic too ? No, she can’t do that. Maybe this is just a latino thing and they are straight forward this way.

At this moment, you call her on skype for your daily chat…she doesn’t answer.

She seems mesmerised, disgusted yet her hand moves around next to her pussy.

Teen: Hey mamacita you there ? Te gusta ? ;)

She couldn’t believe how arrogant and dirty this kid was yet her body didn’t let her go off of the phone.

‘’I can’t, no, i’m faithful, never,’’ are the thoughts that went through her head..until this one came ‘’what if i send him a sexy pic ? What will he reply ? Will he call me sexy ? Hot ? fuck !’’ at that though, her pussy became hot and moist. So without thinking twice she lowered her shorts, bent over, turned on the flash and snapped a picture like she was in her 20s again.

*sent*

‘’What have i done ?!’’ she thought and started to stress. She couldn’t believe it ! She felt sick to her stomach, ashamed until she heard a *bip*

*Message received*

Teen: Mmmm que culo gustoso mamacita

There she was, a mess, turning a teen young enough to be her soon on with her milf body. This guy who can’t even speak english is enjoying your wife.

Your wife’s brain said NO but your wife’s body was turned on but what this kid was saying that she couldn’t even read. Question is, who wins ? Buy the next picture she sent, seems the body got the upper hand…

She finely got to courage to send him a message.

Wife: Come *hotel address* por favore…

Teen: Si mamacita si ;*

She waited for him at the hotel lobby. Once he walked in, no hi, no greetings, no nothing. She knew if she took time her brain would bring her to reason so she just grabbed his hand walked the stairs instead of the elevator, walked in her room, closed the door, kneeled down, lowered the teen’s 2 dollar shorts and preceded to pleasure the heck out of that young dick.

She put those hours watching deepthroat videos to good use.

She pushed the boy on the bed and proceded to show him how good a white milf can ride. Making sure he gets a hell of a view !

This latino boy hit the jackpot and that jackpot is your hot milf of a wife.

He is using her just like hot foreigner milf that latinos meet and fuck.

While you’re making money she’s making a guy young enough to be your son cum.

Time to put those anal videos into use. It seems the guy never did anal either and was eager to pop your wife’s ass cherry. They both agree to try it see if they liked it.

By the way he started to manhandle her and she screamed, i’d say they both approve !

There, a guy, a much younger guy, came inside your wife’s ass. What was supposed to be yours was now marked by another male.  A male who entered where nobody entered before.

He put his clothes back on and went out the door saying ‘’Gracias mamacita*.

Your wife just layed there, sweaty, no energy, ass hurting and filled.

She as just fucked a guy for no reason other then need. She felt like a whore but complete at the same time.

Next morning she took a shower and went to the airport to take the plane to come home. You picked her up at the airport and kissed her. You missed her so much.

In the car, on your way home you asked her how it was, did she enjoy Mexico.

She simply replied: ‘’We need to tour all latin america, hun…’’

Wife speaks to rude neighbor. (Pt.2)

You thought that perhaps, if your wife’s plan to handle the big rude bully of a neighbor didn’t work out, you could try something else. As she left you set your phone up near the paper thin wall to record him playing music overly loud and hopefully get someone to make him turn it down with your proof. Instead, you recorded something very different than what you wanted…

(Part 1)

One can never know what white friends are doing with asian moms behind the scenes… Especially if they have BWC’s