My Son's Bully Takes Me Ch. 02

I woke up, more like came to, a few hours later. When I opened my eyes, I still had a smile on my face as I looked at the clock to see it was a little passed 3 in the morning. I was thankful it wasn't later in the morning. It gave me a chance to clean up.

A slight noise drew my attention. I look down at my pillow and so the ear bud laying there. I looked over towards the screen to see it was face down on the pillow. I reached over, picked it up, and turned it towards me.

A new video had started. On the screen, a woman was riding a black man reverse cowgirl on a couch. There was a second black man standing on the couch beside the woman. She had his manhood in her mouth and was sucking him as she rode.

My eyes went wide at the sight. I had never seen anything like it. I felt a stirring down there. I reached down to feel the dildo was still in me from the earlier session. I was tempted to play again, until I started to remember the thoughts I had.

My eyes went wide as I remember my thoughts about Marcus. Immediately feelings of disgust and self loathing filled me. I couldn't believe I had done that while thinking of that asshole. Marcus may be the only black one I really know, but that was no excuse for what I did. I could have thought of an actor or an athlete but instead I had to think of him.

I immediately pulled the dildo out of me. I climb off the bed and went to the bathroom to clean it. As I was washing it, I saw myself in the mirror. I shook my head at myself in disgust. I then jumped in the shower and cleaned off. I felt so dirty and ashamed.

I made my way to the bed, stripped it and put on new sheets. I then crawled into bed. I laid there for a little bit. I then reached over and grabbed the tablet. I quickly deleted the browser history. I didn't want any reminders of what I did or thought.

I wish my mind was as easy to erase as the browser history was. A small part of me tried to justify the fantasy. I told myself it was just a fantasy and it would never happen. I said to myself that everyone has fantasies, even ones they should not have.

I told myself it would never happen. I was twice Marcus's age and he was 18, the same age as Kevin, my son.

Plus, I would never let the person that has put my son through hell touch me. Especially not sexually. As I drifted off to sleep, I swore I would never have those thoughts again. I would never look at that type of pornography again.

I did feel a little shame when I saw Kevin the next morning. Thankfully my mind was eased knowing he would never know those thoughts.

On Monday, Kevin actually came home from school somewhat happy. He told me that Marcus and his friends never said a single word to Kevin. I was happy to hear that and told him so. It was also a little sad that being ignored was Kevin's idea of a good day at school.

By the time Saturday rolled around, I had put all the thoughts of Marcus behind me. Or so I thought when he got there, I told him to cut the grass again. While he did that, I moved my vehicle out of the garage.

I grabbed one of my lawn chairs and sat it just outside the garage in the sun. It was a beautiful day, so I closed my eyes behind my sunglasses and just relaxed. It was already warm enough to be comfortable in the shorts and tank top I was wearing.

I closed my eyes and relaxed. When Marcus finished cutting the grass, he went into the garage and started to work. I didn't bother to look up or even open my eyes to watch. I think I might have dozed off for a bit.

I was brought back to the moment when I heard a small crash. I looked in the garage and saw Marcus standing over a box he must have dropped.

"Sorry. " He said as he looked over at me.

"It's okay." I replied as I looked at the box, recognizing it. "That is just some old college textbooks. Nothing breakable in there."

"Okay. Where do you want it?" Marcus asked.

"Just put it by the door into the house. I will go through it later." I replied as I watched him reach down and pick up the box.

I was a little surprised how easily Marcus was able to pick up the box. I remembered when my husband had put all the books in that box. He had trouble lifting it at that time.

At that moment, I realized I had made 3 mistakes. The first was having Marcus cut the grass. With the heat of the sun and the size of the yard, he must have started to sweat and took is shirt off.

The second was having him clean the garage with all the dusty boxes. The dust was clinging to his sweat body. The mixture caused his muscles to appear much more defined and beautiful.

The third mistake was allowing myself to admire his strength and his body. I didn't realize it right away, but I was starting to think back to last weekend and the pornography I had watched as well as the thoughts I had.

I started comparing Marcus's body to the body of the man in the video. That man was bigger, but Marcus was more defined. Once again, I wondered if Marcus was as big as the man in the video.

Just as this thought entered my mind, Marcus reached down to adjust his shorts and scratch. For a brief moment I thought I saw the outline of his manhood against the cloth of his shorts. If it was, then he was definitely as big.

I tried to change my thoughts. I didn't want to think them, but my mid was already in the gutter. I first thought of Marcus walking over to me, pulling his shorts down, and telling me to suck him. Then it drifted to him laying on the ground as I rode him.

I bit my lip as I kept looking at him as these bad thoughts ran through my head. I knew I wasn't just wet, but my panties were soaked. I couldn't sit still and started to squirm in the lawn chair. Moving from side to side and front to back. When I felt the side my panties press against my clitoris, I let out a soft moan.

I got my breath and hoped Marcus didn't not hear. He turned his back to me, but I could have thought I saw a smirk on his face before it disappeared.

"You know," Marcus started to say as he turned to look at me. "If you had that scrawny little shit do this, maybe he wouldn't be so scrawny."

"Don't call him that!" I snapped back.

Any lustful thoughts or feeling instantly died as I was brought back to reality. My anger and hatred returned as I remembered what Marcus had done to Kevin over the years. That Marcus was nothing more than a bully; an immature ass that treated my son horribly for years.

I leaned back in the chair and crossed my arms as I scowled at Marcus. The smirk of his face fell and he went back to work. I sat there like that for the rest of the day, telling him where to put things.

I chastised myself for my earlier thoughts. How could I think those nasty thoughts about Marcus? I made myself feel a little better bully thinking he was just a boy and there was no way he knew how to please a woman, no matter how big he was.

When it was getting close to noon, I sent Marcus home. I didn't want him around anymore. Looking at him was making my skin crawl. I decided that next week, I would leave him alone to work. He knew where everything went and I didn't want to spend anymore time then I had to.

I was glad when noon came, and it was time for him to go. As Marcus left, I told him next weekend he would be finishing the garage. Although he made good progress, I figured it would still take him most of his time next Saturday to finish.

Once Marcus left, the only time he crossed my mind was when I asked Kevin how school was going. I wanted to make sure that Kevin was being left alone. Thankfully he was.

I started to wonder what was going to happen after Kevin left for college. It was only a few months away. Maybe I should start dating again.

That thought both excited and terrified me. It had been nearly two decades since I had been on a date. Judging from the movies and TV shows, the dating game had changed a lot. Especially the expectations of what was to happen on dates. I didn't know what to expect.

I decided to wait to wait till after Kevin was gone before dating again. That way there wasn't any awkwardness if a man stayed the night, or if things didn't work out, Kevin growing attached to the man.

By the time Saturday rolled around, the weather had cold down a bit. Fall was definitely in the air. I was happy it was still warm enough for me to wear my favorite sun dress. I loved how the dress hugged and showed off my curves but wasn't too tight.

Just as I finished getting ready for the day, I heard a knock on the door. When I opened it, Marcus was standing there. I told him he would be finishing up in the garage.

"You ain't coming to watch?" Marcus asked after he notices I wasn't following him to the garage.

"No." I replied. "You are a big boy. I figure you can do it yourself." I replied with a small smirk.

He scowled for a second before turning and walked into the garage. I couldn't help by smile. Marcus deserved to be put in his place.

I sputtered around the house doing a little cleaning and laundry. As I was standing in front of the kitchen window doing dishes, I looked into the back yard. I looked at the detached garage. Even before my husband's death, we never used that garage for parking a vehicle. It basically became storage for old junk.

I couldn't remember the last time it had been cleaned or sorted. I decided that would be the next job for Marcus to do once he finished in the attached garage. I couldn't help but smile knowing that was not going to be a fun job for him.

It was around 11 when Marcus walked back into the house. I guess he heard me in the kitchen as he walked in.

"Garage is done." Marcus said as he went to the fridge and opened it up. He grabbed the carton of milk and proceed to pop the top open. I realized he was going to drink straight from the carton.

"The glasses are in the cupboard beside the fridge." I said before he could drink. I put my hands on my hips, annoyed by his lack of manners and lack of respect.

Marcus just shrugged before turning around and opening the cupboard. He grabbed a small glass and filled it open. He downed the milk in two gulps before refilling the glass and putting the carton back in the fridge.

"What's next?" He asked before downing that glass of milk.

"I'll show you to the back garage." I said as I grabbed the key off the wall.

Marcus didn't say anything as we walked outside and across the back yard. I unlocked the door and then walked inside.

I couldn't remember the last time I had been in there. Besides a few feet around the entrance way, a little path down the side, and the small area in front of the work bench, there wasn't much room.

I saw an open box sitting on the work bench and walked over towards it. I Started to move one of the flaps to open the box when Marcus said something I wasn't paying attention to him at all.

"What was that?" I asked.

"Couldn't wait to get me alone and away from the house, could you?" He said as he grabbed my hips with his hands and leaned his chest against my back. The weight of him pushing down on me forced me to put my hands on the bench to keep myself up.

"What are you doing?!" I said in shock.

"I seen the way you have been dressing and looking at me." Marcus said. His lips right by my ear causing my body to tremble at the closeness and the base of his voice.

"I saw the look of lust in your eyes last week. You tried to hide it behind your sunglasses, but the way you were moving around, your pussy must have gotten very wet!" He said as he pushed his hips forward. I could feel his bulge pressing against my lower back.

"W...w...what?" I stuttered. "N...no..."

"I know lust in a woman when I see it." Marcus replied as his hands were rubbing my hips. "I know what was going on in your mind."

"I..." started to say but couldn't get out anything else. I was in shock and my mind was racing. I couldn't believe this was happening. I couldn't believe Marcus was touching me like this.

"You been thinking how my big black cock would feel in that tight wet pussy, haven't you?" Marcus said as he slid his hands from my hips to the front of my thighs. He started to move his hands up and down.

"I bet you have been thinking how big my cock is too." He whispered into my ear with his rough, deep voice. My skin started to prickle in excitement and fear.

"You probably even checked out some porn to compare." The pressure from his hands seemed to lighten, but his weight on my back stayed the same. He was keeping me pinned, with my hands on the table the only thing keeping me upright.

I bit my lip, afraid to form any answer. I knew I couldn't lie worth a damn, and I was afraid any affirmative answer would encourage him.

"Just for the record, I am bigger." As Marcus said it, he pushed his hips forward, grinding against me. I could feel how hard he was through his shorts.

I didn't realize I had been holding my breath until I exhaled. I closed my eyes and tried to clear my mind. This had to stop. I couldn't allow it to go any further.

I felt Marcus lean back as the weight holding me down released. I took a deep breath. Now was the time to stop it.

I turned around and opened my eyes expecting to see Marcus right in front of me.

As my eyes opened, I didn't see him. I felt movement on my legs and looked down.

I realized the lack of pressure from his hands a moment ago was because he had been undoing the bottom buttons of my dress. When I looked down, the bottom of my dress was wide open.

"MARCUS!" I said in a hushed yell as I looked down. Marcus was on his knees in front of me. "WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU ARE DOING?"

I watch in shock as Marcus ran two fingers around the bottom of my panties and pulled them down. He looked up at me with a smirk on his face.

"Gonna have me some lunch!" Marcus replied.

He kept looking up at me as he darted his head forward. I saw his mouth open and then press against my light hair. I felt the bottom of his tongue press against the top of my slit and them start to move down.

My whole body shuttered as Marcus used his tongue and a little pressure to spread my lips apart. When his tongue pressed against my clit, I couldn't help but moan. I expected him to stop at my clit, but he kept moving his tongue down.

When his tongue found my entrance, he slid it in. He then darted it in and out and moving it in circles.

"Can't...shouldn't...wrong..." I tried to say to stop him. The pleasure that was running through my body maybe it difficult to concentrate, to form a consistent sentence. My mind wanted him to stop, but my body wanted more.

A few moments later, Marcus moved his tongue out of my entrance and back to my clit. He used the full length of his tongue to rub it before flicking it.

The way Marcus sucked on my clit and attacked it with his tongue, I knew this was not his first time. I swear my whole body was coursing with pleasure.

I closed my eyes and tilted my head back. All thoughts of getting him to stop were gone. I didn't have any thoughts except the desire for the pleasure to continue.

After years of only having masturbation for pleasure, this felt amazing. Even my husband, when he went down on me, it was about getting me excited and wet for sex.

Marcus alternated from sucking and flicking my clit, to running his tongue all over it. From tight circles around it to using the full length and underside of his tongue to rub it, there were no breaks in the pleasure.

"Oh god!" I moaned. I wanted to rub my breasts. To take them out of my bra and dress to rub them, but I kept my hands down, gripping the side of the bench.

As if he could read my mind, Marcus reached up and grabbed my breast. He squeezed it and moved his hands around it. I knew he felt the hardness of my nipple as he pinched it between two fingers and pulled.

"Mmmmm!" I moaned again. Even with my dress and bra muting the pleasure, it felt very good to have my nipples played with.

Marcus must have taken my moans for encouragement. He moved his hand off my breast to the top buttons of my dress. He tried to undo the button with one hand but wasn't having too much luck.

After a few moments of him fumbling, I took my hand off the counter. I was going to help, to undo the button, but Marcus became impatient. He grabbed the one side of my dress and sharply pulled.

There was a slight rip sound followed by one of the buttons popping. Instead of helping him, I slapped his hand away. I swear I heard him chuckle but couldn't be sure over the sounds of his sucking.

Marcus slid his hand down the entire length of my body, including running it down my thigh. When he got to me knees, he pushed my panties down that been hanging there.

"Oh god!" I moaned as he continued to attack my clit with his licks and sucks. It became evident that this wasn't foreplay. He was going to make me cum from his oral pleasure.

After my panties hit the floor, Marcus rubbed his hand up the back of my thigh. He tried to grab my ass, but the bench I was leaning against prevented it.

Instead, Marcus ran his hand down the back of my leg till he touched my knee. He then pulled on the back of my knee forcing me to bend it.

He pulled my leg, so it wrapped around his shoulder and back. Marcus ran is hand across my thigh and up the back. My whole body shuttered as his fingers grazed my pussy.

"Jesus!" I said.

"No." Marcus replied for the first time since going down on me. "But you are about to have a religious experience!"

The absence of pleasure made me look down at him. I knew he could see the lust and desire in my eyes as he smiled up at.

I felt his fingers rubbing my slit and them felt one enter me. As soon as Marcus found my whole, he immediately went back to sucking on my clit as his finger slid deeper into me.

"Oh my god!" I moaned as I reached both hands up and grabbed both of my breasts.

My head flew back as the pleasure from both places overwhelmed me.

It wasn't long before he slid a second finger into me. As he slid them in and out, he turned his hand. It felt amazing.

"Your pussy is so fucking tight." Marcus said after pulling his lips from my clit. He was still close enough that I could feel his breath on my pussy. "Bet you haven't had a fuck in a while!"

I moaned as he continued working his fingers. I didn't want to say it had been years, not since my husband died.

"I can't wait to fuck this pussy! Will have to stretch it out first." Marcus said.

"Not going...Jesus!" I blurted out interrupting myself.

Marcus had resumed sucking on my clit more aggressively than before. His fingers also increased in speed. My leg tightened around his shoulder, pulling him into me.

I could feel the pleasure and pressure building. I knew it wasn't going to be long till I hit my climax. My insides started to tighten around Marcus's fingers. I knew he knew what has happening too.

"You want to cum for me, don't you?" Marcus asked after taking his lips from my clit. He started rubbing my clit with his other hand while continued to finger me.

"Oh god!" I moaned.

"You want me to fuck your pussy and make you cum?"

"Mmmm..." I moaned again. His words in his deep voice were sending me closer to the edge.

"Look at me." He commanded. I looked down at him and opened my eyes. "You want me to keep fucking your pussy and make you cum, don't you? Say it or I will stop."

"No! Please don't stop!" I begged. "I...I...I want you to make me cum!" I pleaded and I meant it. I wanted to cum more than anything. I was so close to exploding all over his fingers.

"You want me to keep fucking your pussy. Say it!" He commanded.

"Yes! Keep fucking me pussy!" unsaid obeying him.

"Good girl!" He said with a smile. "Now cum for me like a good little slut!"

The combination of his praise, crudeness, and constant stimulation sent me over the edge.

"FUCK!" I screamed. I quickly cover my mouth with my hand as the organism started. I constantly moaned loudly into my hand.