"Ugh, I can't BELIEVE that I have to go to their house alone!" Emma said.

My son, Andrew, has been getting bullied recently. Almost everyday, he would come
home and complain to my husband, Alan, and I about how his bully treats him. He
said his name was Chase, and he described him as being really big and says he
doesn't seem to care about anything.

That wasn't a big deal to me, as I thought Alan and I could talk to his parents and
get him to stop. Or at least, I thought we could do that, but Alan wanted to stay
home to finish up some work. So now it's all up to me to talk to Chase's parents. I
have high hopes for this though, as I think this could really convince him to stop
treating my son poorly.

Finally, after around ten minutes of driving, I pull into the driveway of what I
assume is the correct house. From the size of it, I can tell that Chase's parents
definitely have good jobs, as it's bigger and nicer looking than ours. After
admiring the house for a little bit, I walk up the door and ring the doorbell. It
rings, and I wait for a bit and hear nothing, so I ring the bell again.

"Coming! Jesus..." I hear a deep voice yell.

I hear loud footsteps go down some stairs, and they make their way to the door. The
door swings open, and I'm rather shocked by who opens it.

The person who opened it is tall, towering over my 5'0" frame. He has messy, brown
hair, which looks rather nice on him. He has a defined jawline, and the gaze from
his blue eyes practically penetrates me. But there's even more. He's shirtless. And
fuck, he has an amazing body. Six pack abs, broad shoulders, sexy forearms, the
works. I must've been staring, as he smirks at me.

"Can I help you?" he says, his voice smooth and calm.

"Oh! Um... Are the parents of Chase here by any chance?" I ask, trying to pretend
like I wasn't tracing my eyes down his chest.

As the words leave my mouth, I realize that this man very well may be Chase.

"They're not here. But, I'm Chase if you wanted to talk." he says, still smirking.

Fuck, I was right.

"Oh... Well, do you have any idea as to when they'll be back?" I ask him.

"Couple hours." he bluntly answers.

"Well then... I guess I'll b-" I say before he interrupts me.

"Here, come on inside. You can still talk to me about whatever it is." he says,
opening the door for me some more.

I know I should just leave and come back later, but maybe talking to him about it
could convince him to stop?

"Why thank you!" I say, flashing him a smile.

Fuck, why did I do that? He's bullying my son, I need to be less friendly!

I step inside, and I can feel him staring at my ass when I do. Maybe wearing a
tight dress wasn't the best idea after all. Either way, I can't leave now. I turn
around and am about to say something, when he speaks up.

"Hear, follow me to the living room. We can sit and talk there." he says, walking
to the living room.

I follow him of course, unaware of what else to do. He leads me to a big room with
couches and sits on one. I sit on one across from him and get comfortable.

"So, what did you come to talk about?" he asks.

"Well," I start "My son has been coming home a lot recently complaining about you.
And I came to talk to your parents about it but they're not here, so..." I say,
trailing off.

"You decided to talk to me because of that?" he asks.

"Yeah." I answer.

He leans back in the couch, and I swear, I think he's flexing a little bit to try
and show off.

"And who is your son?" he asks me.

Since he's asking that, does that mean he bullies other kids too? Whatever, that
doesn't concern me.

"Andrew. My son is Andrew." I answer.

"Oh! That little-" he says, catching himself. "Huh... Didn't expect his mom to be
hot as hell." he says, chuckling.

This catches me off guard. I knew he was staring at my ass when I walked in, but to
just come out and say that is something I wasn't expecting.

"Excuse me?" I ask, trying to sound like I wasn't surprised.

"What?" he asks, smirking. "You're hot. Sexy. You know, all of that." he says.

"That's rather impolite to say!" I say, trying to sound authoritative.

"Feisty too. I like that." he says.

Just like Andrew said, he doesn't care about anything. I try to brush his
compliments off, but it does feel rather nice coming from someone that good
looking.

"Look, that's not why I'm here. Why are you bullying my son?" I ask.

He laughs at this.

"Because he's a dick. And a wimp." he flatly says.

"What? How's he a dick? Andrew is as sweet as possible!" I say.

Chase starts to laugh even more at this.

"Does he seriously have you thinking that?" he says through the laughter.

"What do you mean?" I ask, confused.

"And how does he act like he's hot shit?" I ask, crossing my arms.

"Oh God, don't even get me started!" he says, laughing again. "He never shuts up in
class, he talks back to anyone and everyone, and he tries to start fights with
literally anyone bigger than him to prove himself or whatever." he tells me.

I don't want to believe any of what he said, but I've noticed it some myself. While
he doesn't talk back to me or his father, he does have a bit of a Napoleon Complex.
He's a little shorter than average, but he seems to think it's the end of the world
for some reason.

"Alright, well even if all that is true," I say, not doubting him anymore "Could
you please stop bullying him so much? He comes home complaining about it a lot." I
say, not realizing that I sound like I'm begging.

Chase notices this, and leans back and smirks. Shit, I think he's gonna try and
take control now.

"How badly do you want me to stop?" he asks, smirking even more now.

Yup, he's trying to take control. But, if I let him think he's in control, maybe I
could convince him to stop bullying my son? It's worth a shot, at least.

"Really bad." I answer.

He smirks even more.

"And just what would you do to get me to stop?" he asks me.

I think I know where this is going.

"W-what did you have in mind?" I ask him.

"I wanna see your tits." he says.

In all honestly, I was expecting him to ask for a blowjob, so this is honestly a
lot better. Maybe... maybe I should? I mean, as long as he doesn't take any
pictures, no one will know. Plus, he just needs to see them too. Just a quick flash
of my tits, and my son won't be bullied anymore.

"You know what? Fine. Just a quick flash though." I say.

"No. you can stop when I tell you to stop. Otherwise, I'll just keep on bullying
Andrew." he tells me, his face serious.

I roll my eyes at this, but it doesn't deter me at all.

"Fine." I bluntly say, lifting up my shirt.

I reach around back and unhook my bra and slide it off of my shoulders. I then grab
it and let it fall to the floor, letting my bare tits be free so that Chase can
easily see them.

"Fuck, your tits are huge!" he says, not taking his eyes off of them.
"Yeah yeah, I'm aware." I say, still holding my shirt up.

After staring at them from the other couch for a while, Chase stands up and begins
to walk over to me. I pull my shirt down, thinking that he's gonna try something
else.

"Whoa, you said you just wanted to see them!" I say.

"Relax, I just wanted a closer look at 'em." he tells me, sitting down right next
to me.

Since he's still just gonna look, I pull my shirt up again, letting my tits spill
out.

"I can't believe Andrew's mom is this damn hot though..." he says, his voice
trailing off.

I ignore the comment, and glance down for a second. Just like I expected, he's
getting hard. But what I didn't expect, is for it to be so damn big. His bulge
keeps on getting bigger and bigger, and it's getting harder to keep my eyes off of
it.

"I see we both have something big to look at." he jokes.

My eyes dart back up, and I can tell that he caught me staring.

"Wait, I can make this more fair for you." he says, standing up.

He pulls his shorts down, and out springs the biggest, thickest cock I've ever laid
my eyes on. When I see it in all of it's glory, my eyes open wide with shock, in
absolute awe at how big he is.

"You like it?" he asks, laughing at my reaction.

I'm still staring at it, when I feel his warm hand cup my left tit. This snaps me
out of my daze.

"Whoa! We agreed on no touching!" I say, backing up.

"Well, maybe I want to touch now? If you don't let me, Andrew is gonna get one hell
of a beating." he tells me, smirking.

I think about it for a while, and realize that I lost the position of power the
moment I lifted my shirt up. If I don't let him, the bullying is only going to get
worse.

"Fine. You can touch." I say, lifting my shirt back up for him.

"That's what I thought." he says, reaching up with both hands and fondling my tits.

I don't want to admit it, but him playing with my tits feels surprisingly good. He
knows just where to pinch and grope, and it's obvious he's practiced before on
other girls. I just hate the fact that I'm feeling even a shred of pleasure from my
son's bully groping me.

I glance down at his cock again, and I can tell that he's fully hard now. And it's
big as hell. Twice the size of my husband's, easily, and it's a lot thicker too. I
try not to stare since I know he'll catch me again, but it's hard not to.
"You can touch my cock if you want to." he tells me, still pinching my nipples.

Before I can respond, he says something else.

"I mean, it's obvious you want to. You can't even take your eyes off of it." he
says, smiling.

"I don't want to touch it." I tell him, trying to look away.

Suddenly, I feel his mouth wrap around one of my nipples and begin to suck on it. I
was going to speak up again, but I realize that he's still technically only
touching.

It's been a while since I've had my tits played with, but I don't think that's the
reason for all of this feeling good. I think this boy might just be really good at
playing with a woman's tits.

I then feel his free hand slide in between my thighs and begin to rub my cunt
through my jeans and panties.

"Hey!" I say.

"You said I could touch." he says.

"No, I meant only my-!" I say, before stopping.

I already know what he's going to say. If I don't let him, Andrew is going to pay
for it, so I have to deal with it.

"You can keep touching..." I say, embarrassed.

"That's what I thought." he says.

He keeps rubbing my pussy and sucking on my tits, and even though I don't want to
admit it, he's doing a damn good job. I can feel myself getting wet, even though I
should be dry as hell right now.

I let out a quiet moan, and hope to God that he didn't hear it.

"I knew you'd like it." he tells me, going right back to sucking my tit.

Fuck. He heard it.

"You know, maybe if you stroke my cock a little, I'll leave Andrew alone for good."
he says, not sucking my tit anymore.

I don't even care anymore. I just want to make sure my son won't be getting bullied
anymore.

Without another word, I gently wrap my fingers around his thick cock, and stroke it
up and down.

"Good girl." he says, laughing.

I try to ignore his comment and keep stroking his cock. It's thick, it's long, and
it's warm as hell. It just sucks that it has to be attached to my son's bully. It'd
be nice if my husband had a cock like this. I wonder how it'd feel slamming in and
out of me, making me scream and moan like a bitch in heat.
I snap out of my fantasy, and realize that I'm getting even wetter now. Being
touched by him feels even better now, and another moan slips out, this one louder
than the last.

"Getting into it, huh?" he teases.

"Fuck off." I say, trying to sound serious.

Emphasis on try, as another moan slipped out right as I finished.

I don't want to admit it, but he's damn good with his hands and mouth. I'm sure
he's had plenty of practice on other girls, and this is the result of all of it.

While caught up in the pleasure of being touched, Chase unbuttons my pants and
slides them down a little, and then begins to rub me just through my panties, which
feels even better than before.

"They were getting in the way." he says, before kissing on my neck.

"Yeah..." I say without even thinking.

He smirks at what I say, and keeps rubbing and touching me all over. His warm, big
hand slide over my breasts as he sucks and licks my neck, giving me goosebumps. His
free hand is expertly rubbing my cunt, making me wetter and wetter. All of this
happens while I stroke his huge cock, feeling the warmth as I slide my hand up and
down his thick shaft.

I fidget a little in his grasp, unable to sit still due to the pleasure he's making
me feel. Every second that he touches me, the pleasure increases to even greater
heights.

Just now, he pushes my panties to the side and slides in two of his fingers. Within
no time at all, he focuses on rubbing my g-spot, making me shiver with pleasure.

"Fuck..." I moan, stroking his cock faster.

"Not gonna try and fight anymore?" he teases.

"Fuck... you..." I moan.

I say that, but even though this is wrong, I don't want it to stop. The pleasure
I'm feeling is amazing, and I'm horny as hell right now.

His fingers keep expertly exploring my pussy, rubbing me in all the right places.
He keeps kissing and sucking on my neck as well, along with groping me with his
free hand.

"You're so fucking hot." he whispers in my ear. "I wanted to fuck you the moment I
opened that door." he tells me, kissing my ear.

I try to respond, but I let out another moan instead.

"I can't wait to hear how you moan when I'm fucking you..." he whispers.

I don't want to admit it, but I know we're going to have sex soon. Not only that,
but despite my original reason for coming here, all I can think about is his cock
stretching me out now. Even though he bullies my son, the thought of his cock
sliding inside of me drives me crazy. The truth is, I think I knew that this was
going to happen the moment he asked to see my tits.
"Suck me off." he says, almost demanding me.

I nod while my eyes are still closed, and I feel him slide his fingers out of my
cunt. He sits back on the couch, his legs spread and his cock completely hard,
standing up, as if to invite me over. I slide down to my knees right in front of
him, and slowly bring my face to the monster cock that'll be inside of me soon.

I gently place my hands on his knees and guide my mouth to the tip of his cock.
When I get close, I can feel an intense heat radiating off of it. I knew his dick
was huge, but it's even bigger when it's only inches away from my face.

Finally, I wrap my lips around the tip of his cock and slide my mouth down as far
as I possibly can, only reaching about halfway. I gag a little, and move my mouth
back up.

"Fuck, I love it when they gag." he moans, running a hand through my hair.

I keep sucking off as much of him as possible, as if something inside of me wants

Without even noticing it, I removed one of my free hands from his knees and wrapped
it around the base of his cock where I can't reach with his mouth. I move that hand
as I suck to make sure his entire cock is being pleased.

"Damn, you give good head." he moans. "A lot better than the sluts at school."

For some reason, I feel pride from hearing this. As if I was competing with high
school girls over who can suck Chase's cock the best. Nevertheless, I don't even
dare to remove my mouth, and keep sucking him off just like all the other girls
he's been with.

I've noticed that it actually feels good just sucking him off, for some unknown
reason. Normally when I give Alan a blowjob, I don't feel good down there, and it
feels more like a chore. But with Chase, it's as if it just being in my mouth is
giving me pleasure.

"Looks like you're enjoying yourself too." Chase says, chuckling.

I don't know what he's talking about, but he motions to my other hand. I'm
fingering myself. I didn't even think about it, I guess I just got too turned on
and began touching myself without even realizing it.

We've already gone this far, so I might as well make it as good as possible for
both of us.

With that thought, I begin to suck him off even more enthusiastically than before.
I try to go even further, and gag even more. This doesn't deter me though, in fact,
it makes me push myself even more, which of course makes me gag more.

"That's it... Fuck..." he groans.

I giggle a little bit when I hear him say that, and keep focusing on pleasing him.
I'm fingering myself faster now, and I can tell that I'm even wetter than before
now. I keep imagining my fingers to be his cock, sliding in and out of my cunt,
making me feel even better than i do now.

I then feel one of his hands grab a fistful of hair and push down, forcing me down
even more. I gag like crazy, and he lets me go finally after holding me there for a
little bit. It was the most disrespectful and mean thing ever done to me during
sex.

And I loved it.

While he held me down, I kept fingering myself, staring up at his steel gaze while
he holds me down. I ran my tongue along whatever I could while he forced me down,
and I didn't even take my mouth off when he let me go. Instead, I kept sucking him
off, breathing heavily through my nose.

"Good fucking girl." he says, smirking down at me.

I giggle again, still muffled by the thick cock residing in my mouth currently. I
keep bobbing my head back and forth, some spit running down my chin. This is the
sloppiest blowjob I've ever given, and I can tell I'm doing a good job. Hearing his
moans and groans only turns me on even more, and the only thing running through my
mind is his cock.

I know I'm cheating on my husband with my son's bully, but the lust he's making me
feel overpowers any feelings of regret or guilt I should be feeling.

After sucking for so long, my jaw is starting to get tired. It's only natural,
since I don't exactly get one this size to practice on, and I'm only used to one
much smaller. Regardless, I want to keep sucking, but the pain is making it hard to
continue.

I keep sucking for a little bit longer, until I have to finally stop. I slide his
cock out of my mouth and begin to pant heavily, desperate for air.

"Jaw tired?" he asks.

I nod in response, and wipe off some of the spit off of my chin.

"Then ride me." he commands.

A small smile forms on my face as I get up to my feet. He leans back in the couch,
and helps me straddle him. As I climb on top of him, he reaches around and grabs my
ass, holding me steady.

He helps me position myself right above his cock, and gently slides me down onto
it, letting me take it inch by inch. With how long and thick he is, he fills me up
quickly, and when I finally slide down to the base, he lets me get used to his
size.

I put my hands on his shoulders and let out a long moan when I finally reach the
base. He smirks cockily, and pulls me close and begins to suck and kiss on my neck,
giving me goosebumps once again.

Once I finally feel ready to move, I start to lift myself up and down slowly on his
cock, feeling it fill me up each time I go down. It hits spots Alan could only
dream of reaching, and now I finally see why girls harp on about big dicks so much.

I let out a low moan into Chase's ear, which I can tell turns him on, because he
gets even more grabby because of it. He grabs onto my ass harder and spreads my
cheeks and begins to help lift me up and push me back down on his cock.

Without even asking if I'm ready, he starts to lift me up and down even faster. I
don't mind though, as it feels even better than before. I've never imagined I'd
actually like stuff like this, but being used and taken advantage of... there's
something about it that just turns me on like nothing else.

I slam down onto his cock as far as I can and rock my hips, staring him right in
the eyes as I do so. He's groping my ass while staring right back at me, and I
begin to lift up and down again, the sounds of our skin slapping together filling
the room.

His big, manly hands grope and run along my ass and back, pulling me down and
closer to his irresistible body. Thank God my husband didn't come, because if he
did, he'd have to watch our son's bully slowly seduce and fuck me.

I just cant get over how, well, good he feels! It's as if his cock zones in on my
most sensitive spots, and pounds them again and again. Each time I slide down,
pleasure shoots through my body, something that I haven't felt in a long time.

I grab onto his shoulders harder, and he starts to lift me up and down even faster.
Each time I slam down, I let out a loud moan, echoing through the house.

If this were Alan, he would've shot his load and we would've been done by now. But
luckily for me, this is Chase. Someone who's longer, thicker, stronger, and can
last a hell of a lot longer.

He pulls me closer again, and I can feel the pleasure bubbling up inside of me.
It's been so long since I've felt this, and I can't put into words how excited I
am.

I'm going to cum.

He notices my moans getting more hoarse, and keeps up his rhythm. He's still
holding onto me tight, lifting me up and down, making me feel more and more
pleasure with each time he brings me down.

The pleasure bubbles up inside of me, until it finally bubbles over.

That's right.

He made me cum.

Hard.

It's like sparks of electricity spreading through my entire body. My pussy clenches
onto his cock as I shake from the pleasure, holding onto him tightly. I'm
practically screaming from the pleasure, and Chase is enjoying every second of it.

From what I see, he's biting his lower lip and watching me, a small smile forming.
And that's alright, since he can make whatever face he wants as long as he keeps
making me feel like this.

After what feels like hours, my orgasm calms down, and I'm collapsed on him,
panting heavily, his hard cock still full of energy inside of me.

While letting me rest, he grabs a fistful of my hair and pulls my head close to his
mouth, my ear only inches away.

"Hope you can take another round, because I'm not stopping until I cum all over
that pretty face of yours." he whispers into my ear.

I simply shake my head and feel myself get even more turned on, as he lifts me up
off his cock and helps me to my feet.

I don't stand for long though. as he quickly bends me over the arm of the couch,
and I instinctively spread my legs far apart, to make it easier for him to slide
inside of me.

"You learn quick." he says, laughing, as he steps behind me and places his hands on
my ass.

I wiggle my ass back and forth to entice him further, which works, because seconds
after that, I feel the cock that made me scream like a bitch in heat slide into my
wet cunt.

His big hands move up to my hips, and he slowly sides his long rod in and out of
me, taking his time and letting me savor every inch going in and out. Feeling it
stretch me out like this is wonderful, and the being bent over like this somehow
makes it feel even better.

Looks like my favorite position is doggy style now.

Unlike the other position, I can't see him at all unless I look over my shoulder,
which somehow makes it hotter.

My thought process is broken however, when he slams forward fast and hard, making
me fall into the couch cushions.

"Surprise ya?" he teases, smirking at me when I glance over at him.

"Fuck you!" I say, giggling.

"Not so serious anymore, huh?" he says, slapping my ass.

I freeze up when he spanks me, as I wasn't expecting it, but part of me wants more.

"I don't know what you're talking about." I say.

I feel him speed up, and another firm, hard smack goes across my ass, earning a
decently loud scream of pleasure from me.

"I think you do." he says, slapping my ass again for emphasis.

I grab onto the cushions as he speeds up even more, the sounds of him slamming into
my ass filling the room, along with my slutty moans.

"Fuck!" I moan out.

"You were this serious and stuck up bitch when you came over," he says, spanking me
once again. "But now look at you. Bent over and being fucked by your son's bully.
And you fucking love it." he says, pounding even faster.

He grabs a fistful of my hair and pulls back, making me look up at the wall. My
screams have gotten louder, and the pleasure is fucking unbearable.

"Fucking admit it. You love this a whole lot more than acting like a good mom and
chewing out your son's bully." he says.

His cock keeps pounding away ruthlessly, and it's slamming against the deepest
parts of my cunt.
"Say it!" he says, spanking me.

"I fucking love this so much!" I scream out. "I love how good your cock feels! It
feels so fucking wrong, but it just makes it feel even better!"

"So you don't care that I bully and harass your son whenever I see him?" he asks,
his voice gruff.

"I don't! I don't care! Just keep fucking me-e-e-e!" I moan out, my eyes almost
rolling to the back of my head from the pleasure.

I feel another hard smack go across my ass, and it's for sure red now. Looks like
I'll have to make sure Alan doesn't see it, or else he'll question why there's a
large, red hand print on my ass.

"I'm gonna keep bullying him, and we're gonna keep meeting up to fuck, got it?" he
says.

"I got it!" I moan out.

"When we finish up, I'll give you my number. I'll text you whenever I wanna fuck
you again." he says.

I moan a yes in response, and he keeps on thrusting in and out of me, his cock
making me feel even better than it did when I was riding him.

Being dominated by him feels amazing, and I never knew I was so submissive. I guess
there's just something special about Chase and his cock that brings out the true
nature of women. And I guess my true nature was a submissive slut.

My thoughts are interrupted once again when I feel the familiar feeling bubbling up
inside of me. Unlike last time, this time feels like it'll be even more amazing,
probably because I like this position more.

My moans once again get louder, and Chase realizes this quickly.

"Damn, going to cum again so quick?" he teases.

"Mhm!" is all I can get out.

"Good, because I'm getting close myself." he moans.

He keeps thrusting in and out as hard and as fast as he can, sending me deeper and
deeper into my frenzy of pleasure.

He pulls my hair even harder, and with one final spank, it sends me over the edge.
I scream as loud as I can as he keeps pounding his cock in and out, the pleasure
exploding throughout me each time his cock slides into me.

"Oh, FUCK!" I scream out, loud enough that the neighbors for sure heard me.

My orgasm is loud, hard, and long, and as it finishes, I feel Chase pull his thick
cock out of me and flip me over with his free hand. He reaches down and jerks
himself off for barely three seconds, and shoots rope after rope of hot cum all
over me.

It shoots far, landing on my face, tits, and stomach. After cumming for what feels
like forever, the ropes stop, and I can only lay there and feel the cum drip down
my body as I regain some energy.
"Fuck... you are fucking amazing." I hear Chase say, out of breath.

I pull myself up and look at him, and see that he's running a hand through his hair
while staring at his work, i.e., the cum he shot all over his new slut.

"No, you're the amazing one! I haven't came like that in years!" I exclaim.

"Well, then here's my number," he says, picking a pen and sticky note off the table
and scribbling down on it. "Just shoot me a text if you ever wanna cum like that
again." he tells me, sliding it into the pocket of my jeans on the floor.

Hope he doesn't mind getting a text everyday.

"You should probably head on home. We fucked for a long ass time, and your husband
and Andrew are probably wondering what's taking so long." he says, getting dressed.

"Oh! Yeah, good idea!" I say, getting to my feet. As I'm picking up my clothes, I
speak up again "Hey... so what just happened, you won't tell anyone, right?" I ask,
remembering that he could easily tell me son about all this.

"Not a soul." he says, smiling.

I feel relieved to hear that, and I rush to the bathroom to clean up and get
dressed. When I leave, Chase is standing there.

"I'll walk you to the door." he says.

"Such a gentleman!" I joke.

He leads me to the front door and opens it up for me, and as I walk through, I feel
a firm slap on my ass.

I turn my head around and see him standing there, smirking.

"See ya soon." he says.

I smile and wave back at him and he shuts the door.

I climb into my car, and drive home like nothing happened. When I get home, my
husband and son, of course, bombard me with questions on how it went, and I only
say it went well.

Later that night when I'm in bed, my husband passed out next to me, I remember the
sticky note. I dig it out of my jean pocket punch it into my phone. I stare at my
phone for a while, thinking of a good first message, when I think of something.

"Had a lot of fun today ;) Hope we can do it soon!" I send.

I stare at my phone once again, awaiting his response. Finally, I see the little
box that tells you when someone's typing.

"Don't worry, it will." he sends back.