My Son's Bully Takes Me Ch. 01

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Part 1 of the 8 part series

Updated 11/05/2023
Created 10/08/2021
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**Authors Note: This story is from my first story "My Bully Takes My Mom". This version is from the side of the mother in the story. Hope you enjoy.

I knew if the school was calling me in, something worse than the normal harassment had to have happened. Sure enough, when I got to the office, Kevin, my eighteen year old son, was holding an ice back to his head. I asked him to remove it and saw the gash on his forehead. My blood started to boil as he explained what happened.

Kevin said Marcus, his tormentor and bully who was also 18, was in with the principal and we had to wait till they finished. Instead of waiting, I went straight into the office and proceeded to rip into the principal saying how this was his fault. That his inability to address the situation over the years led to this. I told him that I demanded accountability and punishment otherwise I would involve my lawyers.

At first, he was sheepish and apologetic, but when he saw that I would not back down and that I was serious about calling my lawyers, he relented. He looked over at Marcus and said he would have to call Marcus's father.

This was the first time I looked at Marcus. The threat of calling his father caused Marcus to have genuine fear in his face as he begged for that not to happen.

There were many rumors around town about Marcus's father, Jerome. Some people said he beat Marcus if he did not get a certain number of points in a game, or that Marcus would be beaten if he did anything to jeopardize his basketball career. It was rumored that was one reason Marcus's mother had left when he was a kid.

From the look of fear on Marcus's face, I knew at least some of these rumors must be true. I had a small amount of sympathy for him, until I looked back at Kevin. The torment and abuse Marcus had inflicted on Kevin over the years quickly dissipated any sympathy.

The principal began suggesting a wide range of punishments options, from community service work, to counseling, finally to in school suspension. I flat out said I had no faith any of those would happen. The school and principal could not be trusted to enforce it. I also knew all the things the principal was suggesting would allow Marcus to keep playing basketball and not go one is school transcripts.

Finally, the principal suggested that Marcus come to our house every Saturday and do yard work and any cleaning I wanted him to do. He said it would be for as long as I deemed fit, and that Marcus would leave Kevin alone for the rest of the year. I was hesitant to accept it. I didn't want Marcus anywhere near Kevin especially away from school. But when Kevin suggested that Marcus would also stop his friends from harassing him, and it was agreed, I relented.

The Friday before Marcus was coming, I had a talk with Kevin. I told him he was to leave Marcus alone while he was here. That this was not about Kevin getting revenge, but about punishing Marcus. I also said Marcus had lived up to his word so far and had stopped bullying Kevin. I didn't want Kevin to risk that. Kevin agreed.

Saturday morning, Marcus showed up on time. I immediately put him to work, first by cutting the grass and then pulling all the weeds from the flower bed. I made sure to stand over his shoulder to make sure he got the weeds and not any of my flowers.

It was starting to get rather warm out, so I went inside and got a bottle of water out of the fridge for Marcus. When I went back outside, I was a little surprised to see that Marcus had taken off his shirt. I was taken back by how muscular and toned he was.

I go to the gym regularly, so I do see a lot of fit men there, but most of them go to increase their muscle size. I always liked definition over size and Marcus was definitely defined. I had to stop myself from staring at his chiseled abs and firm pecs.

I want to touch him, to feel how firm his muscles were. Before I knew it, I was reaching out. Thankfully it was the hand with the water bottle in it. I was also glad to be wearing my sunglasses, so he didn't see me checking him out.

Marcus took the water bottle and took a few big gulps of it. I stared at his biceps as he tilted his head back. Then he raised the bottle and poured it over his head. The water on his black skin and the light from the sun, caused his muscle definition to be even more pronounced.

"Sorry if I got you wet." Marcus said.

"It's okay." I said as I realized I had been biting my lower lip. I stopped staring at his chest and looked at his face. From the smirk on his lips, I realized he didn't mean getting me wet from the water. I couldn't help but blush.

I was so embarrassed from being caught looking at Marcus calling me out on it. I quickly turned around and went back into the house. I thought I heard him chuckle but couldn't be sure.

I quickly went into the kitchen and hung my head in shame. I couldn't believe I had done, not just getting caught admiring his body, but that it was Marcus's body. The boy who had been tormenting me son for years.

I took a deep breath, closed my eyes, and lifted my head. When I opened my eyes, I realized I was standing in front of the window overlooking the back yard and Marcus. I watched as he took another drink of water before he reached down and adjusted his shorts.

My mouth fell open as I saw the outline of his manhood pressing against his shorts. He looked to be well hung. I felt a stirring in my stomach. Well, lower than my stomach. I couldn't help but wonder how big he was. Then I chastised myself for that thought.

I quickly turned around to avoid looking again. I went to doing things in the kitchen, purposely avoiding the window. When the clock showed that it was noon, I decided to send him home.

I took a few deep breathes to compose myself before I opened the door. Marcus didn't turn to look at me which I was grateful for. I told him that was it for today. I also told him next week he would be cleaning the garage. I figured keeping him out of the sun would keep his shirt on.

"Okay. Sounds good." He said and walked away as he through his shirt over his shoulder.

I couldn't help myself. I watched him go enjoying the site of his body before he turned around and caught me looking. I blushed again as he smiled at me. I quickly darted back into the house.

The rest of the day was the normal routine Kevin and I had grown into. We went shopping then went out for an early dinner followed by a movie. It was comforting except that every once a while the image of Marcus shirtless would pop into my head.

Every time it did, I would try to concentrate on what an asshole he was and what he had done to Levin over the years. I would chastise myself for thinking about him. It was just that his body was so beautiful and attractive. Not to mention that I had not been with a man since my late husband over 6 years ago.

I was very happy when Kevin came home on Monday and said Marcus was staying true to what he said. Marcus and his friends didn't harass or bug Kevin once. It was the first time in years that had happened. The only draw back was that as soon as Kevin had mentioned him, my mind immediately pictured him pouring the water over his body.

I tried to think of something else. So, I asked Kevin about the video game he was making. That was a mistake. Kevin started talking about the coding and pixel counts for the pictures. Items that went way over my head and I didn't understand. As he talked my mind wandered, I nodded my head and said that odd word, but my mind was on Marcus.

After dinner, I decided to have a bath. I figured a hot bath, and a good book would distract me and help get my focus back on track. I let the tub fill up before I lowered myself down into the water. I lay there for a moment letting out a sigh. The hot water felt so good.

I reached over to the small shelf beside the tub where I kept some books. I grabbed one off the top. When I looked at the cover, I realized it was one of the trashy romance novels. I quickly looked over to see that was all I had within arms reach.

I debated getting out to get a different type of book, but the hot water was too comfortable. I started reading it and got lost in the pages. It wasn't till the water started to go cold that I pulled the plug and dried myself off. When I was drying off, I realized how sensitive and turned on I was.

I went to make sure my bedroom door was shut and locked. Then I went to my bedside table and pulled out my bullet vibrator. I crawled into bed and started to rub myself, making sure I was good and wet before pressing the vibrator to my swelling clit.

I let out a soft moan as I turned on the vibrator and pressed it to me. It felt so good. I began thinking of my husband and different times we made love. I normally did this when playing, but it wasn't working or helping this time.

I reached over and grabbed my tablet. I put my ear buds in and then did a search for some porn. I can honestly say until that moment, I had never looked up porn to get off to. Yes, I had seen porn with my husband. We rented some videos back in the day, but I had not looked any up online.

I was looking at the pictures. I went to click on one but hit a different area by mistake causing a drop-down menu to appear. It listed different categories. I was about to close the list until I saw one that said "Interracial". I bit my lip and clicked on it.

I clicked on one of the videos and the hit play. I watched as this younger white girl dropped to her knees and pulled the boxers down off of the black man she was kneeling in front of. When his manhood popped out, I was genuinely shocked at not just how long, but how thick he was. My husband had a good size member that filled me very well, but this put his to shame. It was massive.

The man put his hands on the back of the girls' head and pulled her into him. She opened her mouth and started to suck. She didn't get a lot of him in her mouth but was using her hands to rub the rest.

I was definitely getting more turned on and pressed the vibrator to my clit. I started to let out soft moans. I took my free hand and started to rub my breasts and hard nipples. My breasts had always been very sensitive. On more than one occasion, my husband would make me orgasm from just sucking on them.

After a few minutes, the man took his cock out of the women's mouth. She turned around and knelt on a couch. Her knees on the edge while she put her hands on the top of the couch. The man moved in behind her, held his hardness, as he pushed forward and started to slide into her.

My eyes were glued to the screen as I watched as he slowly started to enter her. I licked my lips as I quickly pressed pause on the video. I reached over the bed and open the door to the little bedside cabinet I had. I reached in and pulled out my dildo.

I normally didn't use the dildo. I preferred my vibrator when playing with myself. The dildo felt too different to a real one, so much so that I would lose the fantasy of being with a man. It would still get off, but not nearly as strong ass with a man or with my vibrator.

When I reached for my dildo, it was with an overwhelming desire to feel something, anything, filling me up as it slid in and out of me. I reached for some lube, but I didn't need it. I was already soaked.

I laid back down and spread my legs. I ran the dildo up and down my slit, letting out a soft moan at the new sensation. I reached over and hit play on the video. As the man started to slide in, I started to slide the dildo in.

My eyes never left the screen as I watched the black man slide slowly into her. The contrast of her white skin and his dark skin was so erotic to watch. I started to echo her moans of pleasure with my own.

As he started to withdraw, I could see her cream already coating his shaft. I watched as her lips were pulled back his shaft. My own pleasure was amplifying me envy and jealousy. I want to feel full of him. My dildo was no match for his length or width.

As a wave of pleasure washed over me, I closed my eyes and listened to the sounds of the video. I don't know if it was because of him being the only black man I knew of, or if it was because his body was so beautiful, but I began to fantasize about Marcus. At first, my mind wondered if Marcus was that big before I started to think of him walking into my bedroom at that moment. I thought of him smiling as he took off his shorts and walked towards me.

I reached up and started to rub my hard nipple. The thought of Marcus crawling between my legs, positioning his large, thick, member and starting to slide into me. I pinched my nipple thinking it was his lips around it. A small part of my mind kept saying these thoughts were wrong, but the thoughts of Marcus entering me didn't stop. It made it hotter and more erotic.

My eyes flew open and turned to the screen. The woman's moans had turned to screams of pleasure as she begged for more with more vulgar words. The screen showed the face of the woman flushed; her head pulled back.

"Fuck me with that big black cock!" The woman moaned and screamed.

I had never said anything like that while having sex and never had sex like I was watching. My ex-husband and I almost always made love. It was passionate and I loved every second of it, but this was different. It was animalistic.

The camera slowly turned from her face showing everything from the side. The women's hair was held in a ponytail, his black hand holding it firm, so her head and face were upright. His other hand was on her ass, occasionally slapping it as he drove his manhood deep into her.

Without thinking, I moved the screen to the top of the bed, creating it on the pillows and the headboard. I slid a little down the bed before rolling over. I closed my legs a bit and propped myself up. I was on all fours, the screen right in front of my face.

I took one arm and moved it under me. I gripped the dildo still in my pussy and started to slide it in and out. I moaned and licked my lips as I continued to watch. I speed up, trying to match the pace the man was using. I was no longer playing with myself. I was fucking my pussy.

"I want to fuck!" I moaned. It took me a moment to realize what I said. That those words came from my own lips. It turned me on more. "I want to get fucked like that!"

I was fucking my pussy with as much as speed and force as I could, but I wasn't close to how hard and fast he was giving it the woman on the screen. His black cock had white cream all over it. For the first time, I felt jealous of a woman in a porn.

I saw movement in the side of my vision. I panicked for a second thinking it was Kevin before remembering I had closed and locked my bedroom door. When I turned and looked, I saw the movement was my own hips pushing back against the dildo in my hand. I was looking at myself in the mirror.

I watched as my breasts swung back and forth from my movements. I watched as light reflected off the beads of sweat that had formed on my body. I watched as the toy disappeared into me. I moaned at how erotic I looked and how good the pleasure was. I was tempted to turn so I could see the toy going into me from the back, but the continued noise from the video drew my attention away.

The black man was still fucking the woman as hard as ever. He was no longer holding her hair but had both hands on her hips. From the way her body moved, I knew he was pulling her into him as he drove his cock deep in to her.

The moans legs had risen so only her knees and the man were holding her up. She was screaming as loud as ever. She started to scream that she was cumming and begged him not to stop.

I felt the pressure start to build within myself as my insides started to grip the toy tighter. I turned to watch in the mirror. My whole body was rocking as I was so close. My mind immediately started thinking how much hotter it would be if there was a black man pumping into me.

"Fuck!" I moaned right along with the woman from the video. "Fuck me with that big black cock! Make me cum!"

I closed my eyes, but still saw myself looking in the mirror as Marcus pounded me. His muscular body moving back and forth, slamming his large manhood into me nearly made me cum.

"That's it bitch!" The black man grunted and slapped the woman's ass. "You want my cum, don't you?"

"God yes!" I moaned, echoing what the woman said. "I want your cum! Fill me with it, Marcus!"

Just having the words escape my mouth caused my orgasm to start. My insides started to spasm around the dildo grabbing it tightly and then releasing before grabbing it again in rapid succession.

"GOD YES!" I screamed as the pleasure overcame my need to be quiet.

Normally I would let my body orgasm, keeping the toy pressed inside me until it popped out. This time, I kept sliding it in and out as fast as I could. My hips buckled up and down as wave after wave of pleasure coerced through my body. The arm holding me upright gave out and my face buried itself in the pillow beside the screen.

"DON'T STOP!" I screamed into the pillow. "FUCK!"

My hand would not stop pumping the dildo in and out of me. It was like it hand a mind of it's own and I loved it. This was the most amazing feeling, the most amazing orgasms I had had in a very long time.

The ecstasy running through my body lasted a little while more. Eventually I couldn't keep up with pumping the dildo into me. I slid it one last time before my legs buckled and the rest of my body collapsed onto the bed.

I was out of breath and could feel the sweat dripping off my body onto the sheets. I knew I should get up, clean myself off, and put everything away but I couldn't and didn't want to move. A smile crept across my lips as I slow lost myself into sleep.

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FeltfixerFeltfixerabout 2 years ago
Same ending

I hope this follows the previous version and includes the mother’s reaction to Kevin’s revenge. I favourited the previous story line and hope I can favourite this rendition. Good work so far.

AnonymousAnonymousover 2 years ago

Awesome story cant wait for the next one

AoS1666AoS1666over 2 years agoAuthor

Chapter 2 will be posted tomorrow

AoS1666AoS1666over 2 years agoAuthor

Chapter 2 is done. Will be submitted for posting tonight so should be up in 3 to 4 days.

devils3003devils3003over 2 years ago

Great story when's the next chapter due out

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