Busty Mom and The Bullies Bk. 01 Ch. 03

"Now Elliott, if this idea of the boys coming over here for some tutoring is going to work, I think you need to stop thinking of them as bullies. They just need a little understanding is all. Do you think you can do that for me?"

As his mother looked at him with those caring blue eyes, Elliott couldn't help but give in to her wishes. He nodded in agreement.

"Good boy. Now, why wouldn't this be appropriate?" Tanya asked, all doe-eyed innocence as she looked down at her pretty yellow dress.

"I don't know, it's just...just kind of...revealing," Elliott stammered out, feeling embarrassed as his gaze ran up and down over his mother's curvy body, his recently-jerked prick giving a little twitch.

"Nonsense. It's a beautiful sunny day and this dress just seemed like the right thing to wear. I'm sure those boys won't even notice."

"Fat chance," Elliott thought to himself, looking at the way the stretchy material of the bodice seemed to mold itself to her big tits. He knew those three guys would be eating up that same view, especially after what she'd done for them last night.

"Now, let's eat our breakfast before it gets cold," Tanya said as she gestured to Elliott's spot at the table.

They engaged in idle chit chat over breakfast. Elliott helped clean up and once they were done, he went into the family room and started playing video games. After a few minutes, he noticed his mother go to the front window and look out through the sheer drapes, her eyes looking down the street in the direction that the boys would come from. She sat down across the room from him and flipped through a magazine, but he could see that she didn't even seem to notice what she was looking at. She seemed somewhat anxious, and distracted. She tossed the magazine aside and stepped over to the window once more. She made a bit of a face and then made her way back to the kitchen, where she started making some noise with some pots and pans.

"What are you doing, Mom?" Elliott asked as he looked over his shoulder from his spot on the couch.

"Well, I'm not sure what time the boys will be here to go swimming, so I just thought I'd make up some pasta salad in case they got here early and hadn't had lunch."

"You're going to feed them?"

"It's just pasta salad, Elliott. And you know yourself what their home life is probably like. It's probably pretty hard for their parents to take care of them, and their other children. And it's not like a little pasta salad is going to break us." Tanya gestured to the opulence of their home, which shut down any more objections from Elliott.

Elliott quietly turned back to the TV, becoming absorbed in his game as his mother busied herself in the kitchen behind him. A couple of times while she was cooking, she ventured over to the window, her eyes turned down the street.

"There, all done," she finally said, coming back into the living room as she dried her hands on a tea towel. "It's in the fridge and should be ready for lunchtime."

"What if they don't even turn up?" Elliott asked as he put his game on pause.

"You think they might not come?" his mother replied. He could see the look of near despair on her face as the idea registered.

"These guys aren't the most reliable, Mom. They skip school all the time. They might just skip out on this." Elliott was torn. Half of him wanted the three lugs to blow off the whole thing, while the other half of him wanted them there, just to see how they'd treat his mother after she'd jerked them all off last night.

"Oh well, hmm, maybe you're right. There's nothing to say they actually have to come over."

Elliott could see that his mother actually looked quite sad at the prospect of the boys not turning up. She looked down at her dress, and the look on her face was as if she was wondering if she'd put it on for nothing. Like he'd thought earlier, he knew now from that look on her face that she'd put it on for their benefit. He figured maybe he'd played his hand a little too hard with his comments. "But then again, maybe it's just too early for them. It is the weekend and I bet those guys like to sleep in. Maybe those dates they had last night went late and they're just tired." After making that suggestion, he could see the smile returning to his mother's eyes, and he knew she was thinking about how those 'dates' had ended up, with her jerking off all three boys and getting a bellyful of cum for her trouble.

"You know, that might be it. Maybe whatever they did last night took a lot out of them." As his mother paused in her words, Elliott thought about what she'd said and almost smiled, knowing she'd been the one who'd taken a lot out of them, a lot of thick milky boy-cum. "Well, if they come, they come. If they don't, they don't." Once again, Elliott was shocked at his mother's words, 'if they come'. They came all right, in buckets, all over the table.

His mother got up and strolled over to the window once more. He thought she looked fantastic in the pretty yellow dress, the flouncy playful skirt giving him a nice view of her full thighs. He loved those thighs, often wishing he could spend hours on his knees between them, worshipping that pussy of hers with his mouth. He'd often fantasize about orally servicing her for hours on end, bringing her to one staggering climax after another, his tongue and lips numb from overuse. Those thoughts went through his head as she stood at the window, her eyes looking out as his roamed hungrily over those lush thighs and the rest of her curvy figure, his cock starting to stiffen.

"Oh! They're coming up the street!" His mother turned to him, a big smile on her face before she looked back out the window, her hands smoothing down over the front of her dress. Seeing the somewhat surprised look on his face, Elliott's mother composed herself as she gave a little cough, purposely taking the smile off her face. "I mean, I think that's Jamal's van. Oh yes, they're pulling into the driveway, so I guess that's them."

Elliott stayed where he was on the couch, but he noticed his mother stop in front of the mirror on her way to the front door. Her hands came up and she brushed back a stray lock of hair, and then he saw her quickly adjust her boobs, pushing them up and together. Apparently satisfied, in the reflection, he spotted that innocent smile come back over her face before she turned and made her way to the door just as the bell rang.

They were out of his sightline now, but he heard the rumble of their voices as his mother let them in. Elliott paused his game, expecting them to walk right in. It took longer for them to come into the room than he thought, but when his mother led them in, he noticed she was pushing back another feathery strand of hair, and then she wiped the back of her hand across her mouth, which looked wet. Her face looked a little flushed too. He wondered if they'd kissed her when they came in, just like they did before they left last night. If only they knew how she'd sluttishly lapped up their cum after they'd gone.

"The boys are here, Elliott," Tanya said as the three big youths filed in behind her. Elliott noticed each one had what looked like bunched-up swim trunks and a beach towel in their hand, while Jamal carried what looked like a shopping bag of some kind in his other hand. Elliott noticed the boys eyeing up his mother in her form-fitting dress, their eyes checking out her massive tits.

"How's it goin', Elliott?" Zeke asked as he reached down to the couch and playfully tapped Elliott lightly on the arm.

When Elliott saw the boy's hand start to come out towards him, he'd instinctively shrunk back, expecting the usual punch. He was shocked by the surprising tenderness of Zeke's gesture. "Uh, it's goin' okay," he replied, eyeing each of the boys suspiciously.

"I see you've brought your trunks," Tanya said, nodding to the wads of clothing in the boys' hands.

"Yes, it's a beautiful day," Jamal replied as his two pals nodded, "and that pool is looking might good." He nodded towards the bank of windows as he spoke, but his eyes never left the MILF's gorgeous body.

Elliott watched as his mother flushed under Jamal's leering gaze, a demure little smile turning up the corners of her mouth. "I should have mentioned," she said, "you didn't need to bring towels. We have plenty."

"Okay then. Next time we won't," Jamal said, emphasizing his words to make it clear that there would be a 'next time'.

Tanya smiled as she replied. "Yes, next time." She paused as Jamal nodded in agreement. "After your swim, did you want to start you tutoring sessions with Elliott?"

The three boys all looked at each other, Gunner and Zeke raising their eyebrows before Jamal turned back to Tanya. "You know Mrs. Cox, it's Saturday, and really, nobody wants to do school work on Saturday, right?"

Tanya looked quickly at Elliott, who gave her a small nod. "Oh, okay."

Jamal gestured to his two friends. "We were thinking maybe we could pop by sometime tomorrow and get started on the tutoring then, on Sunday. How does that sound? If it's okay with you and Elliott, of course."

"That sounds all right to me. Elliott?"

Elliott wasn't looking forward to any of it, but he'd told his mother he'd give it shot. "I guess that would be okay."

"Great," Jamal said, finalizing things. "With that in mind, we've brought along a couple of things for the two of you." He held up the bag he'd been carrying. He reached inside and pulled out a box wrapped with a red ribbon, and another package, about the size of a book.

"What do you mean? What's that?" Tanya asked.

"As we mentioned yesterday, we can't really afford to pay Elliott for his tutoring, and we feel pretty bad about that. But me and the boys here chipped in and bought a gift for each of you. You know, as a sign of our appreciation for what you're doing for us." Little did Mrs. Cox know that they'd made a 'delivery' last night for Zeke's brother, which had netted them some decent cash.

"Oh, that's so sweet," Tanya said as Jamal handed her the box with the ribbon on it. "You didn't have to do that."

"It's fine. It's our pleasure. We really appreciate what you did for us last night." Elliott saw the look of shock on his mother's face as her gaze flicked to him, knowing she was thinking about jerking off the boys late last night. Jamal spoke, breaking the tension hanging in the air, "You know, last night, having us over for pizza and ice cream. That was very nice of you."

"Oh, of course, pizza and ice cream," Tanya replied. Elliott noticed the look of relief wash over her face.

"And it's not just about last night," Jamal continued. "We think that idea you had of us working with Elliott is great, and we're looking forward to what he can do to help us." Jamal paused as he blatantly looked Tanya up and down. "And we're looking forward to what you can do for us too, Mrs. Cox." Elliott saw his mother flush again. He could see Jamal notice it too, and was grateful the young black man didn't leave her hanging out there twisting in the wind too long. "You know, in case we need a mother's opinion on something. We can't get good advice like that at home. Our moms are all too busy to have time for us."

Elliott could see the relief on his mother's face again. "Of course, Jamal. I'll be happy to help if you need some motherly advice."

"Great. That's what we hoped you'd say." Jamal gave Tanya a big smile as he stepped over to the couch. "This is for you, Elliott."

Elliott looked at the small package. It was covered in Star Wars gift wrap, and wrapped poorly. The paper was crinkled and there were spots where it appeared tape had been pulled off before.

"Yeah, sorry about the wrapping job," Gunner said. "All we could find was some wrapping paper from my little brother's birthday last weekend. Go ahead, open it."

"Uh, that's okay," Elliott said, his eyebrows furrowed, wondering what these guys would get him as a gift. He popped open the tape at one end and reached inside the wrapping. He pulled out what was inside and looked at what he was holding. "Wow! I didn't think this was even out yet!" His eyes had opened wide as he looked at a video game. He'd had his name on a waiting list for the game. It was brand new and wasn't supposed to be available for another week.

"Hey, we know a guy," Jamal said as he shrugged his shoulders.

"That's great. Thank you," Elliott said, figuring their 'guy' had probably stolen it from some warehouse or something. But Elliott didn't really care-having the game was the important thing.

"Great. We're glad you like it," Jamal said before turning back to Tanya. "Go ahead, Mrs. Cox. Open yours."

"Well, all right, although you really didn't have to do this," Tanya replied as she happily undid the ribbon.

"Don't worry about it. It's our pleasure." Elliott saw the Gunner and Zeke meet Jamal's eyes as they all smiled and nodded as Tanya set the ribbon aside and opened the box. Elliott observed that shared look and wondered what that was all about. Curious, he watched as his mother lifted back some folded tissue paper to look at the gift inside. Her eyes opened wide and her hand went up to her throat for a second before she looked up, a shocked and surprised look on her face.

"Wha..." was all she was able to stammer out.

"It's a bathing suit. We figured since you have this big pool, you could always use an extra bathing suit."

"Well, I...I don't know what to say?"

"Take it out. See what you think."

"The color is gorgeous," Tanya said as she reached into the box and pulled out part of the bathing suit. Elliott could see that it was a beautiful royal blue color. What she held was the top of a bikini, with two triangular formed cups which looked heavily reinforced, connected by a thin string of material. He knew now why Jamal had sent him that text asking what his mother's bra size was.

"We thought the color would look nice with your eyes," Jamal replied, which made Tanya blush again. As Elliott's mother held the bikini top up, he thought the big bra cups seemed to be begging to be filled. She turned it around, looking at the little tag on the inside edge of one cup.

"How...how did you know my size?"

Jamal shrugged his shoulders. "I took a guess. I'm glad I got it right." He turned to Elliott and gave the boy a little wink.

Tanya put the bikini top back in the box and pulled out the bottom. "Oh my," she gasped.

Elliott had to take a breath too. The bottom was made up of two tiny triangles of material with long thin ribbon-like ties coming from each corner. He could see that it wasn't a thong, but there wasn't a lot of material there either. He knew that the idea of the skimpiness of the garment was what had caused his mother to hesitate.

"We saw it on a mannequin in the store and we thought it would look good on you. Right guys?" Jamal said, turning to his pals, who both nodded lecherously as they looked at the tiny pieces of fabric dangling from Tanya's fingers.

"Well, I don't know what to say," Tanya said, placing the bikini bottom back in the box. "Thank you."

"No problem," Jamal replied. "Now, that pool looks awful inviting. I think it's time to go in."

"Okay, you boys can go out and get changed in the cabana. Feel free to use the hot tub, if you like."

Jamal had a perplexed look on his face as Tanya tucked the box under her arm. "Well, you guys are going to join us, aren't you?" Jamal said. He gestured to Elliott as well. "That just wouldn't seem right, us using your pool why you're in here. It doesn't seem like the polite thing to do."

Tanya screwed up her face as she thought about what the boy had said. "I guess you're right. It would seem kind of strange. I guess we could go in too. Elliott?"

All eyes turned on the frail 18-year old. He didn't feel like having his scrawny form scrutinized by the well-built bullies, but more than that, based on what had happened between his mother and the boys last night, he wanted to see what they might try and do today. And if they didn't have to worry about him being right there...well...

"I'd really like to try out my new game, if you don't mind?"

"Are you sure, sweetie?" Tanya asked, feeling like a deer caught in the headlights as the boys all looked at her.

"That's a great new game. Everybody's been waiting for it to come out," Jamal said. "That's okay if Elliott wants to play it instead."

Just as he'd thought, Elliott knew the boys would be just as happy not to have him around. "Yeah, Mom. You guys go ahead. I actually think I'll play it in my room upstairs."

"Oh, well, okay." Tanya's eyes flicked out to the pool, and then to the stairs. "I...uh, I guess I'll go and get changed then. I'll be out in a few minutes."

"Okay, take your time. We'll see you outside." Jamal nodded to the other two, who followed him out to the cabana set off to one side of the pool deck.

Elliott purposely waited to follow his mother to the second floor, his eyes getting a close view of the backs of her creamy thighs as she bounded up the stairs, the flouncing hem of the skirt even giving him a teasing view of her panties. Yes, corn-silk yellow, just as he'd thought.

"You know, Mom, you don't need to go swimming with them. They'll be fine on their own," Elliott said once they'd reached the top of the stairs.

"I know, honey, but I'm worried about what those boys might think if I don't. I'm worried they might get angry with us, and then I'd just be sick if they took it out on you." She leaned forward and gave Elliott a quick peck on the cheek, the subtle scent of her perfume wafting into his senses, the alluring fragrance sending a pulse of blood right to his cock. "Don't worry, sweetheart. It'll be fine. It's just swimming after all."

His mother disappeared into her room to change, while Elliott went into his own room and shut the door. He tossed the new video game onto his desk and pulled his camera out of the drawer. If his mother was going to wear that new bikini, he definitely wanted pictures of that. He was already envisioning using those pictures for the jackoff session he'd have after his bullies left. He moved to the window and slid it open as far as he could, wanting to make sure he was able to hear as much as possible. He then pulled the curtains partway across, but left a good-sized opening which gave him a perfect view of the swimming pool and deck area. He only had to wait a minute or two before the three boys came out of the cabana and tossed their towels across some of the deck chairs sitting around the pool. All three were wearing loose-fitting swim trunks, which hung low on their hips.

Elliott looked enviously at the bodies of all three boys, wishing he had some of that bulk and muscle. They looked even more intimidating with their bare chests showing, each of them with toned, well-defined pecs and abs. Zeke was the thinnest, but he looked tough as sinew, the musculature clearly visible beneath his skin. Gunner was broader and thicker, with powerful-looking arms and a barrel chest. Elliott thought he looked like someone who you'd expect to be playing linebacker for a football team.

But it was Jamal that made the biggest impression. Elliott found himself doing a double-take as he looked down at the youth's imposing body. Although of a similar build, he was taller and all around bigger than Gunner. His shoulders were broad and thick, and like his arms, they were corded with muscle that seemed to flow from one side of his body to the other beneath his smooth ebony skin. His pecs looked like solid plates of armor, well-defined and nicely-toned. And he had a stomach to match. Even from his second floor window, Elliott could see the defined musculature beneath the skin. With that six-pack, Elliott thought Jamal's body would be perfect for one of those 'Abs of Steel' ads he'd seen years ago. As the young black man turned to talk to his friends, Elliott noticed the way the soft fabric of his swim trunks clung to the curving spheres of his rear end, the boy's buttocks looking firm and powerful. And his legs matched the rest of him. To Elliott, they looked like the solid trunks of trees, the muscles in his thick thighs and well-toned calves a perfect match for the rest of his impressive physique.