You Kept Telling Your Mom About The Bully Who Teases You In School. Yesterday She Finally Talked To Him

NSFW - When your wife makes out with her coach in the locker room after her last gym session of the year while you're waiting for her in the car

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Daughter’s Trip to the Beach

You never thought you’d be in this position. 15 years ago, you never thought that you’d actually manage to get such a gorgeous woman pregnant. In today’s society, where black men ruled and the other races struggled to survive, you never thought you’d get this far.

Yet here you stand, in an expensive BMW with your gorgeous daughter in the seat next to you. Heading to a private, company-owned beach where she can get a tan and take pictures for her Instagram. It was odd, you’ve heard all the stories of black men killing and disposing of pathetic white boys, but at work they were nice. Pitying you, sure, but they were nice, offering you raises and giving you time off.

So here you were. Pulling up into the car park, filled with luxury sports cars, you could tell you were walking into a place filled with rich men. You weren’t sure how you felt about that, especially with your daughter wearing that gorgeous, but very skimpy bikini. Her curves were on display, and even though she was 15 and a half years old, she had definitely grown into a woman. She got her beauty from her mother, obviously.

“Alright sweetie, we’re here.” You say, trying to grab your daughter’s attention. She let out an affirmative murmur, tapping away on her iPhone VX. A quick glance showed that she was liking some ripped black guy’s post on Instagram. Like daughter, like mother, it seemed.

Getting out of the car, the two of you began to walk down the sandy path towards the private beach. It was early in the morning, but still swelteringly hot, and the population of the beach reflected that. You could already see several men drinking beer next to a cooler, all of them ripped latinos. Compared to the other guys on the beach, you looked pathetic. Not that you weren’t fit, but you weren’t anywhere as near as muscular as these guys.

As you carried the towels and tried to look for a place to settle down, you could feel the gaze of other men towards you. Or rather, towards your daughter. She was definitely catching the attention of every black, latino and even white. After all, even if the majority race was now Africans, several larger corporations gave protection to every race underneath them. And you were part of one of those corporations.

You finally reached a good spot, far enough away from prying eyes that would constantly stare at your daughter’s curvy body. You didn’t like how she was smirking at the other guys though, and even you couldn’t help but notice how she swayed her hips as she walked, as if she was purposefully trying to draw attention to her bubbly ass.

After a few minutes of relaxing in the sun, you heard a familiar, deep baritone voice. “Johnson! Never thought I’d see you at the company beach.”

Immediately you scrambled to your feet, bowing your head to your boss, Mr. Jones. “S-sir, good morning! My daughter just wanted to sunbathe, and I thought where else than here? Especially on such a beautiful day.”

Your daughter quickly looked up, blatantly checking out the 6 foot, 7 inch beast that was Mr. Jones. His dark obsidian skin was gleaming in the sunshine, and his muscles were bulging, shifting under his skin. He was most certainly a sight to behold. Especially in the tight swimming shorts that showed off his significant bulge.

“Your daughter is beautiful. I can’t believe I’ve never seen her before. You know, Johnson, there’ll be a promotion in it if you let me take your daughter on a little tour at the Beach Lodge. Maybe I can get her a job as my PA.”

You shuddered. You knew what that meant. The Beach Lodge was where they went to fuck white girls and turn them into depraved sluts. You’ve seen what happens to Mr. Jones’ personal assistants. They go in innocent and wide-eyed, come out as trashy whores. When he eventually fires them after a year or two, he sends them to work at his strip club. You couldn’t let that happen to your sweet, innocent daughter…

“I’d love to go on a trip, Mister!” You heard your daughter say loudly, getting to her feet and walking right up to Mr. Jones, pushing her large tits against his bicep.

“L-looks like she’s already m-made her c-choice sir…” You stutter. Will you really be listening to your daughter get fucked every day at work now? Certainly looks like it.

“Looks like she has. C’mon baby, let’s have some fun.” The powerful black man grabbed your innocent sweetheart’s plump ass, giving it a squeeze as you watched the two of them walk together down the beach.

Soccer Mom and a bully.

“Coach! Colin tripped me!“ I whined, as usual the coach wasn’t paying any attention to the game he was too busy looking at the soccer mom on the field, my mom. “No I didn’t I was trying to get the ball! he’s just being a crybaby.” Colin retorted, but it didn’t matter either way, the coach was clearly uninterested in the event and was mainly just annoyed with the interruption of his gawking. “Quit the belly-aching Jessie, sometimes your going to scrape a knee or bruise an elbow, it’s sports son! man up!” “Yeah, girl name, stop whining.” Colin gnarled which received a hearty amount of laughter from the other kids on the team and topped it off with an infuriating smirk, obviously pleased with getting away with another jab at my pride. Colin was the same age as me, 18, and graduating this year. He was 6 foot tall, well built and handsome, blonde hair, blue eyes, the whole shebang and a real jerk to boot. No wonder all the girls liked him. Me on the other hand, pretty much the exact opposite. At 5'6 I was a skinny, pale, nerdy loser and Colin liked to make sure I knew it. Suffice to say, I wasn’t a hit with the ladies either the only time I ever asked a girl out was for a school dance and she literally laughed in my face. “Alright everyone! Take five” the coach yells.

I take the opportunity to go to the bathroom. When I get back I see my mother and Colin sitting on the bleachers next to each other. They were having a pretty involved conversation with each other. it seemed like they were having a good time, they were laughing and joking together, one might even think they were flirting with each other. Why is she chatting with him? Didn’t she see what a jerk he was? didn’t she see how he tripped me during practice? he did stuff like that all the time but I was always too ashamed to tell her about it. Then I noticed something else, he reached over and casually put his hand on top of hers, which was resting on her thigh. I expected her to pull away immediately and say something… but she didn’t. Instead she looked down at his hand, looked up at him and blushed, she looked almost bashful. he pulled his hand away before anybody noticed or it became uncomfortable and continued chatting up my mom.

I didn’t understand. I was so angry and jealous, I loved my mom so much, he didn’t deserve any of her tenderness. She was the picture of beauty, flowing blonde hair, blue eyes, tall and shapely only 38 but she looked 25, as a matter of fact, Colin looked more like her son than I ever did. I must admit, I thought about her sexually sometimes, she was the only woman who ever really showed me any affection. the girls at school where always so mean. She wasn’t like them at all, she was sweet and kind and caring she wouldn’t fall for a guy like him, she was probably just being polite I thought to myself. Break ended and we all headed back out to the field to continue practice. After a short time I noticed Colin wasn’t around doing any drills. I looked over at the coach who was fast asleep in the sun with a newspaper over his face. where did he go? I thought, but quickly pushed that thought out of my mind. Who cares? he probably ditched, at least he’s gone. As practice ended I started a jog towards the sidelines but noticed my mom wasn’t there, she was always at the sidelines at the end of practice waiting for me. I started to walk towards the parking lot to where we had parked and noticed my mom outside the van talking to someone. It was Colin. Did he have his hand on her thigh just then? no way it must have been my imagination. As I got closer it looked like he handed her something, maybe a piece of paper? What was going on? They both noticed me and mom greeted me 

“Hey, sweetie.” she said in her heavenly voice followed by an innocent peck on the lip and a hug as usual. She seemed to have a funny taste on her lips this time but I didn’t have much time to ponder it as I quickly realized who was standing next to us and wiped my mouth, pretending not to like the way she coddled me. “What are you two doing?” I asked coldly. “Just talking.” my mom said somewhat nervously. “About what?” I asked. My mom opened her mouth but hesitated for a second, like she was thinking of something to say. “Balls, scoring, dribbling, you know soccer stuff.” Colin piped up with a slight chuckle and that same smirk I saw earlier. “Heh, yeah.” my mom agreed, again nervously. “Anyways, we should get going. It was very nice talking to you Colin.” “Yeah, we should talk again soon Ms. Robins.” he replied in a tone of obviously pandering endearment. “I would love that.”

What an odd exchange I thought to myself before climbing into our minivan which was unusually hot and humid and smelled somewhat of sweat. But again I pushed the thought out of my mind. He was probably just acting sweet and innocent like he does with the teachers at school so he doesn’t get in trouble when he bullies me. Still, the whole situation seemed odd. The next day at school was also quite odd, I noticed people staring at me a lot in the hallways and I even heard some of the kids snickering behind my back. Do I have a kick me sign on my back or something? it wouldn’t be the first time someone (guess who) had done something like that to me. I went into the boys bathroom to check in the mirror and see if I could notice anything. “Hey, loser.” are the first words I hear as I enter the bathroom, It’s Colin, I ignore him.

“You know, you’ve got a pretty hot mom, I bet you pull your little pud to her all the time.” His friends laugh, he’s always trying to get under my skin.

“No I don’t, that’s gross.” I responded but it was a lie. I did masturbate thinking of her often and at 4 inches I wasn’t very well endowed either. The truth of the insult only made it sting all the more.

“I bet you sniff her panties too you creep, what kind of panties does you mom wear?”

“Shut up, I wouldn’t know I don’t do that kind of stuff, you’re the creep for even thinking it.” Again the sting of the truth rang through my soul I didn’t just sniff them, I wore them, jacked off in them and touched them to my face. I know its wrong but my mom is so attractive and I love her so much, it’s impossible to resist.

“Your mom’s definitely the type of lady that wears sexy underwear. Probably small, tight, white lace with some kind of frilly lining and a splash of pink.” my eyes widened, she had a pair exactly like Colin had just described, how did he guess? 

“Shut up! Fuck you!” I yelped, my voice cracking pathetically in the process and stormed out of the bathroom and directly into the principles chest.

“What did I just hear you say Jessie?”

“N-nothing.” I meekly responded, I knew I was in trouble. Then Colin and his friends came strolling out of the bathroom.

“I think he said ‘F you’ to me Sir, he was being very rude to us in the bathroom talking about our mothers and what kind of panties they wear.“

"What! no I wasn’t! you were talking about my moms panties!” I blurted out, much to my humiliation and the amusement of every kid in the hallway who heard it.

“None of that matters, I heard what you said Jessie and you are getting after school detention.” What a day, I sulked on into class and tried not to think about the fact that I was going to miss the bus now and would have to walk home. I wouldn’t get in until Dinner. When I got home that night I was exhausted, my mom was in the kitchen getting ready to make supper.

“So, how was your day?” she asked, she always cares.

“It was fine, I guess.” I didn’t like to talk to her about getting bullied, I didn’t want her to think I was a some kind of wimp, even though I am.

“You hungry?”

“Not really, I’m really tired actually, I think I’m just going to go to sleep.” I said and she asked me;

“How come?” but was interrupted by her cell phone ringing. “Oh sorry honey, one sec.” I caught a fleeting glance at the name on the phone ‘8iq6oi’ what a strange name I thought, oh well, I took it as an opportunity to escape into my room. As I’m laying in my bed I hear mom calling me from downstairs. “Sweetie, that was work calling! Since you aren’t having dinner I figured it would be okay if I headed out for a bit.” Jumping at the opportunity for some 'alone time’ I quickly replied

“Yeah, sure, that’s okay with me!” and waited until I could hear the door shut and the car drive off. Eagerly pulling my pants down I sat at my computer half naked squeezed some hand lotion into my palm and started an all too familiar ritual slowly massaging my meagre erection I logged onto my e-mail. I was subscribed to many different porn sites and got a daily inbox full of MILF porn, specifically of the tall, curvy, blonde haired, blue eyed variety. But as I’m scanning my e-mail I notice one that stands out, it’s from Colin, how did he get my e-mail address? he probably got it from some girl, I’ve handed it out before in the hopes of starting up a relationship online, god knows I can’t do it in real life. “Subject: sorry” Hmm.. “Hey dude sorry I was such a dick today here’s something to make it up to you” there was a video file embedded in the e-mail. Against better judgement I opened the file, my hard cock still in my hand slimy from the lotion.

The video is really dark and shaky but I can hear a voice… my moms voice! the video quality is terrible and I can’t see anything but I know that’s my moms voice! I would recognize It anywhere. “Oh god, I can’t believe we’re doing this, I think we should stop.” My mom says. What is this? What is mom talking about? What is Colin doing with this? Why did he send it to me? questions are racing through my mind.

“No way.” a male voice speaks up “They are going to be out there for another hour at least and the coach is fast asleep, that’s plenty of time.” it sounded like Colin, but there’s no way, it couldn’t be. My heart started to beat faster and my hands started to shake.

“But what if someone finds out, what if he finds out?”

“Nobody will find out I promise. He loves playing soccer so much he wont even notice you’re gone. Trust me I know, we’re friends. Let me just put my phone down.” As he does everything starts to come into view. The inside of a mini-van, our mini-van, it looks like he propped the phone up against the door and the ashtray so it is filming the backseat of the van. I see my mom and, to my dread, Colin. My heart stops, my throat tightens, my stomach drops and butterflies start fluttering in my chest. No, what’s happening? this can’t be what I think it is. He leans in and kisses her, there’s a still moment, then she kisses him back. Passionately.

I know now in retrospect after having watched the video dozens of times that was the moment all abandon was thrown out the window, along with her shirt and bra. With no thought to consequences she lets him suck on her breasts, so soft and tender, moaning faintly and running her fingers through his hair, almost motherly like. He starts kissing the side of her breasts, then down to the tender ticklish flesh over her ribs, then back over to her soft tight stomach and finally her belly button. As he sucks and licks her tiny delicate belly button she lets out a slight gasp and he begins un-buttoning her pants. He pulls on them firmly and they fall down past her soft thighs to her knees revealing her “Small, tight, white lace panties with the frilly lining and a splash of pink." 

My heart begins beating again, faster this time likely to pump the large amount of blood that is filling my small but bulging erection and my hand instinctively starts to move up and down, very slowly. Colin begins undressing himself, quickly pulling his top off and pulling down his soccer shorts and underwear to reveal a large thick 8 inch long erection. My mother puts her hand over her mouth at the sight of it her eyes grow wide 

"Oh, my." 

She says, before looking back up into his eyes with the most lustful stare I have ever seen. I’m in an almost trance like state, I don’t even register what is happening in front of my eyes, like I’m in shock. My own mother. Colin. My hand still slowly moving up and down my sticky lotion smeared dick. She takes his cock in her hands slowly rubbing it up and down almost matching my own rhythm while they make out with each other. their faces are less than an inch apart, staring directly into each others eyes as their tongues twist and knot and dance together like some wet fandango, saliva running down both their chins. Her grip on his erection gets tighter as he starts to pull her panties down her thighs, still lip-locked and still never looking away from each other. She pulls away "I want this inside me.” she says, forcefully. 

And just like that I’m pulled out of my trance and the reality of this starts to set in “Mommy…no.” tears begin to well in my eyes but I start to stroke slightly faster “Please, not you mommy, not with him. Don’t do it, I love you.” the motion in my hand contradicting the emotion in my brain. She presses up against him and positions herself above his cock and begins to lower her visibly dripping pussy down on his dick. I plead and beg at the screen knowing that it has already happened and I can’t stop it, but still hoping I can. As the head of his dick touches her soft tiny waxed and hairless pussy lips they both stop for a second and she rubs his knob against her pussy. 

“You want it in you, don’t you?" 

"Oh god yes.” She says.

“Oh god no.“ I reply. 

"Me too, I want to fill you up so bad, and I’m going to. I’m going to fill you up completely.” my mother visibly trembles at the thought.

“Hold on let me get more comfortable.” Colin says as he adjusts himself so he is now lying down with my mother straddling him preparing herself to fuck his heavy powerful rod. Then it happened, she started to press down on his cock, there’s resistance at first, he is big and she is small, it’s clearly a tight fit. But quickly her pussy envelopes the head of his cock. I can only imagine what it feels like, and I have, many times, worse still is that it looks like it feels even better than I ever thought it would. He moans and says 

“Yeah, fucking sit on it.” My mother lets out a moan of her own, getting louder and more lustful the deeper she pushes him inside of her “ooooOOOOOOH, Yes! fill me! fill my pussy up!” clearly she had taken a liking to his phrasing. “Nooo, mom, please.” I meekly whimper to myself as I hunched over drawing myself closer to the computer screen and began “pulling my little pud” with a much more solid rhythm than before. She reaches the hilt of his shaft, her petite pussy lips twitching around its base. She has a look of deep satisfaction on her face, clearly pleased with having mounted such a large and thick cock. 

“I can’t believe how big you are, I’ve never in my life had such a big…” trailing off into a breathy moan. 

“Yeah, you like 'em big don’t you?" 

"Mmm, yes.” my mother replies, zombie-like. This revelation makes me look down at my own cock, small and skinny and I start to sob gently, I’ll never be big enough for her, not even close, not after him. I hate him so much. I’m sobbing heavily now but I raise my eyes back up at the glowing screen and with shameless abandon begin masturbating furiously. 

“Ride me.” Colin says demandingly.  My mother begins to lift herself up his shaft revealing just how wet and sloppy her pussy is. His cock glistens, even his belly glistens from when she was sat on it. Her pussy is literally drooling on his broad solid pole as beads of clear slick juice roll down his shaft. Then she drops herself back down on him 

“Ugh!…Uh…Yeah…Yes!…Fuck…Me…Fuck me!…Ugh…Fuck me!…Hard!…Fuck me deep!” my mother grunts obscenely and in time with her sopping puss dropping down onto his cock. 

“Yeah…Take it…Fuck yeah!…You slut!…Ride me… Bitch!…Fuck me!” Colin replies degradingly, every insult out of his mouth is like a dagger in my back and every breath of pleasure out of hers is like one in my heart. Her pink silky skin starts to shine with a thin layer of sweat, beads roll down her shapely curves accentuating her lascivious body. The soggy wet noises of love making that their thoroughly entangled genitals are making are matched by the pathetic shlicking sounds of my creamy hand and prick. My sobbing, now reduced to gentle but steady whimpering makes for a suitably pitiful soundtrack. I can see my mothers body start to tense up.

“I’m going to cum…I’m about to cum!” her downward thrusts became quicker and more shallow. 

“Yeah, cum on me!” every time I hear his voice I cringe and my cock twitches slightly. She tenses up, her muscles firm and frozen, she stops moving completely. But Colin doesn’t, he wants more, he wants to give her more, so he begins thrusting violently upwards into her pussy. it causes my mother to shriek loudly as she trembles with convulsions of pure pleasure and her eyes roll back into her head “I can feel your pussy creaming, I can feel it spasming around my cock!” she tries to say something in response but I can’t quite make it out exactly, some incoherent combination of slutty grunts and dirty talk. Her body begins to relax and she slumps over the backseat. Her eyelids are half shut and she looks exhausted, Colin’s thrusting has slowed and become jerky. 

“I’m going to bust my nut!” he says crudely which seems to sober my mom up and she quickly shouts; 

“Not inside!” He pulls out and they both wordlessly go to their respective positions; her crouched down on the floor at his waist and him standing up with his head crooked against the roof of the van. She swiftly puts him inside her mouth and begins to suck. She sucks him deep and caresses and cradles his balls too, I can even see her tongue darting around inside her mouth and around his cock through movements in her flushed cheeks. “UGH!” he grunts like an animal and tenses up but my mother keeps him in her mouth, she doesn’t stop sucking, or licking, or cradling. I can see every load he shoots into her heavenly velvety mouth through the pulses of his shaft, there are many. Six to be exact, I counted. She pulls him out of her mouth and rests his knob on her lips as she swallows his spunk. There are two hard, heavy swallows, the kind you do when you have something thick like peanut butter stuck in the back of your throat. As she is swallowing his gunk a pool of thick white jizz is oozing out of his cock and puddling on her full luscious puckered lips, which she then purposefully and lustfully licks. She finishes him off by giving him a soft gentle peck on the tip of his dick, the same kiss she would give me on my lips only moments later.

“Oh god, that was amazing Ms. Robins.”

“Mmmmmm, it sure was, big boy.” those last words repeat in my head “Big boy.” my mind stops for a moment, though my hand doesn’t and I come to a realization It wasn’t “8iq6oi” on my moms caller ID, it was “Bigboi” the realization makes my spine jerk and a shiver shoots down it from my neck to my hips and then straight up into my dick, the head balloons as blood rushes into it, my shaft twitches strongly and I shoot the largest single rope of cum I have ever shot accompanied by an orgasm that goes down to my toes and causes my head to arch backwards as the thick rope drops back down onto my own face, stinging my eye and coiling up inside my open gasping mouth. Although my eye did hurt from the salty discharge, they were streaming with tears for other reasons. Wiping my shame off of my face and spitting it out of my mouth I slink dejectedly into my bed and try to cry myself to sleep but soon hear a car pull into the driveway and the front door open and shut, mom is home. I hear her climbing up the stairs and walking down the hall towards my room and she softly speaks outside my door “Honey are you awake?” I don’t answer, the door slowly creaks open. Quiet footsteps make their way to me and I feel her weight as she sits down on the edge of my bed careful not to wake me “Good night sweetie.” she caresses my hair and gives me an innocent peck on the lips, there is a familiar taste, although this time I cannot wipe it away.

Changing the plan (Chapter 4)

(Fourth chapter of this longer form story. It pick up a few weeks after the events of the anniversary party. I wrote this chapter as a commission from a fan. If you’re interested in commissioning more or similar stories you can message me here, or my email TheBigBully1@outlook.com Enjoy.)

During the few weeks after James and Jessica’s anniversary party the couple decided to put the breaks on anything outside of the relationship. While the two of them admitted to each other that the entire experience was arousing, James was very concerned about Brad being the other man. Jessica told him that she understood and would hold off on any more fooling around behind his back until he was sure he was ready for it.

James checked his phone before driving home to his apartment. He had been lucky and was able to get out a bit early from his part time job thanks to his friend Kevin offering to cover for him. He had several messages from Jessica asking him how his day was going, asking him when he thought he was getting out, and asking when he thought he would get home. James felt like the two of them had been seeing less and less of each other since the party, so he agreed to let Jessica spend the day at his place to relax while he was stuck working.

The low battery warning chimed on his phone, showing James that there was only 5% remaining on his charge. He spent the next few minutes searching his car for the charger, but couldn’t remember if he had brought it inside or not. James decided to send a quick text to let Jess know he was heading home when he received a message from his little sister Alice. At that same moment however, James watched the screen switch to a logo as the powering down noise rang out and his phone turned off in his hands.

James shook his head and climbed into his car, getting it to start after a few attempts and began to drive home. He smiled as he thought about how much Jessica and him were able to click back together after it seemed their relationship had a dimmer few weeks. It did seem to him that Jessica was busy more than usual since their anniversary, but now it seemed like she was constantly asking him where he was and how long it was going to be before he arrived. It seemed to James that she really missed him even in the little bits of time they were apart.

With the weekend arriving however, James had someone else to divert his attention. That, of course, was his little sister Alice. She had been asking to come visit James for a long time and he had finally relented into agreeing. It wasn’t that they didn’t get along, but more that Alice was such a young and innocent girl in his mind that he really thought of himself as her protector. In James’ mind, Alice really was still that little girl she had been when they were growing up.

Pulling up to the apartment James quickly found a spot and walked back towards his front door a bit quicker than usual, excited to see Jessica. As he reached the pathway leading up to his front door however, James saw something that stopped him in his tracks. A pickup truck that looked so comically big that James would have instantly assumed the owner was compensating for something if he didn’t already know the owner. It was Brad’s pickup parked right in front of James’ apartment.

James took a deep breath. He thought that maybe Brad was visiting Tyler. They were friends after all, it wouldn’t be weird for Tyler to have Brad over for time to time surely. James tried not to think too hard and simply walked to the front door. He fumbled with his keys at the doorstep and ended up dropping them once before getting the correct one and putting it in the lock. He opened the door and stepped inside.

When James reached the kitchen he saw his girlfriend Jessica sitting at the small table with a drink in hand and wearing almost nothing. Nothing except an oversized T-shirt and one of the smallest little thongs he had seen her in. The T-shirt wasn’t really even long enough to cover her ass as it stuck out and attracted James’ full attention. His eyes lit up and a smile crept over his face as James ogled his girlfriend before she noticed him.

“Whoa!” Jessica shouted in surprise, putting one hand over her chest. “Oh my god babe you scared me. I…I had no idea you would be home so soon. I thought you were working later tonight.”

James just shrugged his shoulders as he opened the fridge to get himself a drink. “Yeah I was going to, but Kevin covered for me. I figured we would get to spend some more time together before Alice gets here. My phone died so I couldn’t let you know, my bad. Oh, Alice, I forgot, she sent me a message.”

James lifted his phone up to show Jessica, then quickly walked down the hall to find a charger. As he passed by Tyler’s bedroom door he saw it was closed and could hear the shower running. Just then he remembered Brad’s truck and breathed a sigh of relief, knowing that the two of them must be in Tyler’s room. Probably back from having gone to play basketball together or something. James entered his bedroom and plugged his phone into the charger by the nightstand.

Then he took a look around the room and shook his head. He knew Jessica wasn’t a clean freak or anything, but she really made a mess of his bedroom. He remembered seeing her get out of bed in the morning, but now the sheets were all pushed to the side, half hanging off the bed and the pillows tossed onto the floor. The clothes she had been wearing when he kissed her goodbye earlier were in a little a pile right at the foot of the bed as well. James did a bit of cleaning up before finding his bottle of lube hidden slightly under her clothes. He could only shake his head, happy that he would get to tease Jess about what she may have been up to while he was gone.

Back in the kitchen James sat with Jessica and talked about his day at work. He noticed her constantly looking over his shoulder and back down the hallway every so often, then she seemed to be doing it even more once the shower noises stopped. Just before James opened his mouth to ask his girlfriend why she was acting so seemingly paranoid Tyler’s door opened and shut and footsteps sounded down the hallway towards the kitchen.

James saw the look on Jessica’s face before he saw who it was. That panic in her eyes, the way she sat up straighter suddenly, as well as the way her breathing seemed to pause for a moment. There was also something else that James saw though. He watched his girlfriend bite her bottom lip, a look that always melted James’ heart and excited his entire body. James turned to look over his shoulder and instantly felt the anger rise up inside of him as he laid his eyes on Brad.

The meat headed giant walked into the kitchen laughing to himself as he approached the table where James and Jessica sat. James took care to bite his tongue to stop from calling Brad a flurry of names and insults. It was all he could do to stop himself from charging down to Tyler’s room and dragging him out to have him kick his friend from the apartment. The anger in James’ mind flowed together with all the things Jessica had told him that one night. Line after line about her submission to Brad.

“He made me beg him.”

“He made me beg him to let me suck his cock.”

“…while I licked his big round balls.”

“I begged for more and told him how much bigger he is than you.”

It was too much for James to take. He didn’t know how to stop the thoughts and emotions flowing through him when he was inexplicably saved. Saved by the sound of the doorbell. The doorbell rang out, then rang out again, then a soft knocking came not a second later. James pushed himself up as quickly as he could without knocking the table over and left Jessica and Brad behind him.

The sight of Alice standing at his front step was a shock to James. Both that she was several hours early and her appearance. It hadn’t really been that long since James had seen his little sister, but it seemed each time they spent time apart his memory went back to her being that little girl from their childhood.

Wordlessly James opened the door to let Alice in, watching her give him a questioning look as she stepped inside. She didn’t look like the little girl from his memory, but there was something still young and innocent about her. The soft pink skirt she wore, the pristine white shoes, Alice’s white top with hearts on it, and especially the way her soft blonde hair was put into pigtails.

All of that contrasted with the other things James noticed about his little sister. How incredibly short her skirt was, barely reaching the tops of her pale thighs, how tight her little shirt was and how it left her stomach exposed, the layers of makeup on her face he didn’t know the names of, and the way her lips shone with a glossy pink finish.

“Alice. What are you doing here? I wasn’t expecting you to get here for another couple of hours.” James asked confused.

“Well hello to you too big brother. Why didn’t you answer any of my texts? I sent you like 100 messages!” Alice rolled her eyes as she turned her phone towards James.

James wiped the look of confusion from his face and paced quickly down the hall, grabbed his phone, and returned as he scrolled through his text messages. The first few from Jessica, asking when he was coming home, asking him to make sure to let her know when he’s leaving work. Then a ton of unread messages from Alice. Messages detailing that her ride over had to be earlier, that she was on her way, that she was almost at his apartment and why wasn’t he responding.

James was quick to apologize, noting that his phone died and he hadn’t had a chance to even look at any messages or the several missed calls, since he got out of work. The siblings put the matter behind them as James smiled at his little sister and offered to show her around. While the place wasn’t as clean as he wanted to make it for Alice, James couldn’t help it since she had already arrived, so he started the tour.

When they entered the kitchen together James saw Jessica still dressed in just a T-shirt and thong. As well as the bully Brad having taken James’ seat and dragged right up next to Jessica. The sight made James’ heart leap into his throat, but he did his best to hide and anger and surprise he felt. 

“…then wait until he’s asleep-.” Brad was saying quietly to Jessica.

Looking up and noticing the two of them enter the room, Jess jumped up and ran over to hug Alice. The two girls didn’t seem to get along when James first introduced Jessica to his family, but over time they quickly became friends and had their own series of inside jokes he didn’t really understand.

Next, Brad stood up and in James’ mind, had a horribly nauseating look on his face as he looked Alice up and down. James thought about telling him to ‘fuck off’, but decided to try and keep things civil in front of his little sister. Besides, Brad knew a secret that James never wanted Alice to hear about.

“Well, well, well, who is this?” Brad asked, as he towered over Alice and she almost had to tilt her head back to look all the way up at Brad. “How boutcha turn around. Damn that ass looks fat even from the front.”

James stepped halfway between Alice and Brad. “THIS!” He said loudly, “Is Alice, my little sister. So back off.”

Brad just chuckled in that cocky way he always seemed to as he ignored any intimidation. “Well damn shrimpy, your little sister Alice looks like she’s got a dump truck on her.” 

Then he gave one more loud laugh and took a step back, still eyeing Alice up and down.

James turned to see his sister’s face growing bright red, barely able to even make eye contact with anything except the floor. Her hands fiddled with the bottom of her skirt as her hips gently wiggled from side to side with embarrassment.

After introductions James was happy to see that Brad went back to Tyler’s room and seemed to keep quiet and out of his life for the next several hours. Jessica hung around and gossiped with Alice about everything from fashion, to the boys at her school, to college life and beyond. Jess even mentioned a few times that she thought Alice should really try out something special with her, showing her pictures on her phone that Alice found very shocking. It seemed to James it was only ever brought up just as he was leaving the room, so he never heard what this special thing was.

By the time night rolled around and sleeping arrangements had to be made, James agreed to Jessica’s suggestion that he stay on the sofa out in the main living area while Jessica and Alice took his bed.

The day had been exhausting for James and he fell asleep almost right after his head hit the pillow. He didn’t sleep great though, awakening several times throughout the night. The first to several doors opening and closing and footsteps down the hallway. James didn’t have the mental energy to wonder what the ruckus was about so he closed his eyes right away and drifted off.

The second time James woke up it was a very different sound. The noise confirmed to him that Brad had gone home and Tyler must have brought a girl home. He wondered if it was Hannah, feeling like he hadn’t seen a ton of her since the anniversary party either, despite Tyler’s strong feelings for her. Although, the scene in Brad’s pickup made James guess that perhaps the two weren’t perfect for each other.

The sounds echoed down the hallway a bit and he wished that he had warned Tyler that Alice was staying over. He just hoped she didn’t wake up and have to listen to the sounds of moaning and bed springs bouncing through the night. It took James quite a bit more time to fall asleep again, hearing the sounds get more and more intense. It even sounded like some loud slapping joined in and a really high pitched moan. James couldn’t help himself, being so unable to sleep he slid a hand down his own pants and tugged a quick one out to the incredibly lewd and long lasting noises, as he told himself it was just to help him sleep.

The third time James woke up, the sound wasn’t subtle. He thought an intruder had just broken in from the front door slamming open and then closed. Loud footsteps, laughing, and someone falling over caused James to jump up from the couch. He reached over to turn on the light and saw Tyler pushing himself up to his hands and knees, before standing once more. Tyler had the goofiest smile on his face as he struggled to get his shoes off and put his keys away.

“J-Jamesy my friend…” he stuttered out looking a bit dizzy and a bit sick. James realized that Tyler was drunk, definitely too drunk to enter their apartment quietly, and maybe too drunk to even get back to his room. He just shook his head and despite offering help, Tyler declined and boasted that he was fine and just needed some sleep before stumbling and bumping his way down the hall to his own bedroom before slamming the door all too loud.

James laughed at his friend and roommate. He wondered how he had gone from such incredibly long lasting and loud sex sounds to stumbling through the front door to…the noises began again. In fact, the sound of bedsprings may have just been happening the entire time Tyler was crashing into their apartment, but James realized he was too distracted to hear them from all the way down the hall. All the way down, to the very last door, his bedroom.

James felt his own heart race, he felt that awful twist in his stomach, but he had to confirm it. He stepped down the hall, hearing the noises getting louder and louder. Eventually, just a few paces from his own bedroom door, he could hear muffled voices. Then, once he got all the way to the door, he could just about make out what they were saying.

“Just, so, big! C’mon, it’s so good.”

“I…I don’t know. I’ve never…you know. Plus that looks big, like, really really big.”

“I know you’re a little scared, but he’s seriously amazing. Trust me, the size just makes it so much better.”

“What about…”

 James slipped a bit backwards as he realized the voices belonged to his girlfriend and his little sister. He could barely bring himself to listen to anymore.

”…doesn’t have to find out about anything. He’s dead asleep. Besides he has no idea we’ve been together every day for weeks.”

“Are you sure? You guys were getting pretty loud and-”

“I’m sure! Seriously, James is great, but he’s really oblivious. I mean Brad fucked me all day on this bed and he was clueless when he got home!”

“O-Okay…you’ll help me though? Show me what to do?”

“Of course sweetie! Now come on, get on your knees right here. You’re going to need both hands.”

Suddenly a much deeper voice joined the girls, “Stop. First, show me that fat ass girl. Fuck, I knew you had a dump truck. Now on your knees bitch.”

“Hey, I’m not a bitch!”

“Whatever, crawl closer. Yeah, see, you already got handlebars for me bitch…”

James stumbled back down the hallway to the couch. His mind and heart were racing so fast he thought he was going to pass out. He sat on the couch and put his head in his hands, unsure if he was going to puke, or if the tent in his pants was going to explode. Instead, he leaned back and eventually he did pass out. 

As he opened his eyes to the sunlight James could smell breakfast in the kitchen. He stumbled in to find Jessica standing in front of the stove and Alice and Tyler sitting at the table. Tyler had a coffee in front of him and his head on the table, looking like he was somewhere between horribly drunk and horribly hungover. Alice on the other hand looked a bit tired, but was smiling.

The three of them talked like it was a totally norming morning after Tyler excused himself to spend the morning in bed, leaving his coffee for someone with even the slightest appetite. James couldn’t bring himself to say anything, despite running it through his head again and again.

Meanwhile, all through the meal Jessica kept looking at her phone and giggling before tapping  it a few times and rejoining the conversation. She even turned the phone to show Alice once or twice who simply blushed at whatever was on the screen.

After breakfast James complained about being tired and Jessica quickly offered to take Alice shopping so he could take a nap. Alice was about to object when Jessica whispered something to her that was inaudible to James.

“Really? Again?” Alice said surprised.

Jessica nodded with a smirk on her face that James hadn’t seen in quite some time. He felt too tired to complain though and went to fix his bed up for a nap. During the process of returning the covers to the bed he saw Alice’s heart covered top from the day before at the foot of the bed. 

Upon moving it, James discovered the same bottle of lube he had found the day before underneath it. When James picked up the bottle of lube, he was even more surprised to discover just how much lighter it felt. In fact, it was almost completely empty.

He decided to just put it to the back of his mind, having much more important things to talk about with Jessica first. He made his way to the kitchen finding it empty. Then noticed both Jessica and Alice already at the front door, ready to take off.

“…really doesn’t like it when I’m late. Oh, hi babe. Alice and I are going to leave now actually. You go take a nap, we won’t be gone all day I’m sure.”

James raised an eyebrow, feeling a bit of the knot in his stomach, but the anxious feelings made it difficult for him to form a question that asked what he really wanted to know.

“So, where are you guys going to go today?” James asked.

“We’re going to go see Br-ahhh!” Alice began, stopping midsentence as Jessica stepped onto her foot.

“Oops.” Jessica said unconvincingly.

Alice shot her an angry glance but then her eyebrows raised as though she just realized something important. 

“Bras! We’re going to see bras. Just girly shopping.” Alice finished with a satisfied smile. 

“Bye bye big bro.” Alice said before taking off out the front door with Jessica behind her, as she turned to blow a kiss to James who watched the two girls exit and close the door leaving him alone.

I got the best friend in the world he stopped everything he was doing and picked up my mom from the airport and took her home and stayed for 3 hours tell I got home what a great guy

You and your friends were one of the best airsoft groups around. Every week you guys went to the local range and challenged other groups to shootouts. Every week you could expect a win. This week however, you were fighting the rival cities airsoft gang. I say gang because thats more of what they were like. They went around and terrorized nearly every other team into submission. The leader of the squad had his way with nearly every girl he wanted, including the many girlfriends of the local squads. You figured that with no girlfriend, you had nothing to fear.

The day before the match, one of your squadmates got sick and had to drop out. Being just one day before, nearly every possible replacement was unavailable. That’s when you thought of an idea. Your mother used to be in the military, and was in great condition. You figured that by having a mom on a team, the enemies wouldn’t dare shoot. You had no idea how wrong you were.

You’re mom agreed, thinking it was a great mother-son activity. On the day of the game, you weren’t able to find a spare pair of blue pants for your mom that matched the rest of the teams. The other team offered some of theirs, and brought over their smallest and tightest pair of camo pants. She was barely able to fit her large round bottom into the pants without a handful of her ass jiggling out in the open. The rest of the guys on the team couldnt take their eyes off her.

As the two teams came out, the rival team eyed down your mom, especially their leader. As the game started, the whole team directly targeted your mother. Being middle aged, she couldnt hope to outrun the other team. And to them, her giant ass was no more than a moving target.

The other team wiped you guys out. Your mother got the worst of it, with her wide butt red and sore with marks. After the game, the leader of the other team came and began to apologize to your mom. It was obvious he was just buttering her up, but you wouldnt dare butt in. They went to the changing room together, and after about 10 minutes, you manned up and walked inside.

There was your mother, bending over the counter with her fat bubble ass stuck out. And there was your arch-rival, with his hands on either sides of her cheeks. Even as he saw you, he continued massaging her ass only faster. As your mother turned and saw you, she said

“Oh sweety! You’re friend here offered to help the pain from my booty, apparently this is the best way to get rid of airsoft sores! First the camo pants, and now this! You should really thank him. Now can you leave? Im gonna go bare soon so he can get in deeper, and i dont want my son seeing his mother like that!”

My stepdad always refers to my girlfriend as the "titty Slut" just because she has huge tits "34 F" and likes to show off cleavage a lot. he always goes on about how my real dad had a tiny cock, and I'm probably the same tiny cocked sort. My girlfriend says he seems nice, is that just because of the big bulge in his pants?

You and your girlfriend are hanging out at your house when your stepdad comes home. You think about how much you hate him, he’s always such an asshole to you and treats your mom like she’s a piece of meat. Your girlfriend tells you to relax as she can see your getting mad when he joins you two in the living room, she knows how much you hate him. Every time he looks at your girlfriend she looks down at her big tits sticking way out of her chest, barely contained in her tiny top.

Your Stepdad: Wow, you know, you are one hot little titty slut girl.

Your Girlfriend: *laughs* Aww that’s so sweet of you to say, thank you.

You can see her blushing and as she talks she repositions herself to face your stepdad, her big tits bouncing as she moves. You wonder how she can say thanks instead of being fuming mad.

Your Stepdad: You know, your boyfriend’s mom has told me about the boys in their family. His dad had a tiny cock, I would bet that he is the same tiny cocked sort. 

Your girlfriend starts to giggle as she glances over at you, looking down at your crotch. Then she watches as your stepdad runs his hand along his thigh making his pants outline something stretching halfway down to his knee.

You: You see honey. I told you he’s an asshole!

Your girlfriend is still staring at your stepdad, the rod in his pants slowly growing farther down his leg. She licks her lips and runs her hands not so subtly over her big tits.

Your Girlfriend: What’s that honey? Oh, no, you’re overreacting. Didn’t you hear him compliment my boobs? He seems like a nice guy to me, I don’t see what your talking about all the time, saying he’s a big bully and mean to you, I just don’t see it. Besides, what he said about your family problem. Well…he’s not wrong.

That’s all your asshole stepdad needs to hear. He slides his pants off revealing a massive cock, easily twice as big as yours if not more. Without any instruction, your girlfriend craws over to him pulling her little top over her head and displaying her huge bouncing tits. Before you even have a chance to process what’s happening and intervene she has her tits wrapped around your stepdad’s monster cock. For the next 20 minutes your girlfriend is your stepdad’s titty slut while you watch on helplessly. Until finally he whispers something to her and you watch as your girlfriend grabs her big tits and pushes them tight around his long fat cock. It erupts into her pretty face that’s looking down, mouth open, tongue out. Your girlfriend’s face has your asshole stepdad’s cum covering it, dripping down, landing onto her big tits, still wrapped around his dominant cock.

The Movie

You and your friend had been seing a lot of movies but this time it was different, this time your mother had become a complete cinephile and wanted to see the movie with you and your friend.

Minutes before your partner came to your house you caught your mother touching and putting her tits right to give a good impression but you thought it wouldn’t be so much.

Turned out to be a very boring movie and you could hardly stay awake because you were very sleepy. Your friend was in the middle and had passed both arms behind the back of your mother and yours but as the movie progressed he had removed the arm from your shoulders and now he just grabbed your mother. While you were falling asleep he was playing with your mother’s tits right in front of you. She was delighted with your new friend and offered you to go to bed with the real intention of leaving them alone. Your friend helped you get to bed and by the time he had returned to the living room your mother had already removed her clothes and was waiting for your friend to do the same. It was then that he took off his clothes and your mother made him the best titjob every man could have ever had.