Soccer Mom and a Bully Ch. 03

"Can I get some of that blanket over here honey? I'm getting a little chilly." she says.

That's a strange thing to say while you're sweating, I think to myself. I hand her the blanket anyway and Mom lays it over her lap. I see her hand dip down between her legs and stay there. I know what she is thinking about. She's imagining the blue eyed lead in the film as Colin and herself as the older woman that is being passionately taken by him. And she is touching herself to that fantasy while she sits right next to me. Almost as soon as the love scene ends her cellphone starts ringing. She wriggles it out of her pocket and I crane my neck to see the caller ID. Her face lights up brightly when she sees who it is, mine does not. It's 'Bigboi' why does he have to ruin everything?

"SorrysweetieIhavetoanswerthisit'swork." she says rushing the words out of her mouth in one breath. She throws the blanket off of herself and runs upstairs to her bedroom like a schoolgirl.

I wait until I hear her door slam shut upstairs and then run to my own room. I Crawl under the bed towards the vent in the floor. I take the grate off so I can hear better and press my ear as tightly against it as I can. Sound travels though the aluminum vent like a megaphone. I can hear my mother's voice and although it's a little echoey I can make out everything she is saying.

"Yeah... yeah ...Well that's too bad. I really wanted to see you tonight." She giggles "Yeah, me too."

I can't decide if I'm happy or disappointed that I can only hear one side of this conversation.

"No, you can't, Jessie is home tonight....I know he was but that was different, he was asleep....No Colin, that was a one time thing...I don't know, he's always home on the weekends."

I'm always home on the weekends because I don't have any friends. I don't have any friends because Colin is always humiliating me in front of everybody.

"He wet the bed the other night....I know that's what I said!"

Mom's gossiping about me to him over the phone. She's acting just like the girls at school do when I'm around. Colin has probably had similar conversations, about me, with those same school girls. I hear Mom laugh.

"Come on Colin don't say that, it's mean."

Did he just make fun of me? did she just laugh at the joke? My heart aches, not you too mom. Please, you're the only girl I know that respects me and doesn't laugh at my expense. Please don't start now. I begin to wonder if this is what Mom was like in school or is Colin turning her into this? My mom and dad met in high school and got married pretty young. Dad has always been a mean jerk and was probably just like Colin at his age. Maybe he's just her type? No, I don't want to believe it she's not supposed to be like this. My mother is sweet and caring and kind. She's not catty and mean and superficial like them.

"I probably shouldn't be telling you this stuff, but I don't have anyone else to talk to and you're his friend. Maybe you can help?" You can talk to me! Why won't you talk to me? He can't help. He only ever makes things worse. Why don't you see it!?

"Sometimes I worry about him, he's so small for his age. I wonder if he's just a late bloomer?...No! That's not what I meant. I meant his size, not his...size. Besides, how would you know how big he is down there?"

Oh god, they are not having this conversation about me.

"Oh no, really? They laughed at him?...Well that explains why he's flunking gym."

He must be telling her about the time everybody made fun of me in the shower after gym class. I don't go anymore.

"He's really that small?...I don't know where he gets it from, his father wasn't nearly that small." She giggles "Oh, don't you worry, his father doesn't even compare to you....mmhmm...Yes you are....You're the biggest I've ever had."

I don't want to listen to any more of this. It's too humiliating and disillusioning. I try and crawl out from under my bed but I'm stuck.

"You like that? You like knowing that you're the biggest?....Yeah, big boy...No other man I've ever met compares to you."

I suppose that includes me as well. I don't want to hear this but I can't move either. My dick is getting hard but with the way I'm pinned under the bed; I can't reach it with either of my hands.

"Are you touching yourself right now?...Me too...I'm wearing my pink panties...You know the ones...Yeah those ones...I'm not wearing a bra. I could be not wearing anything at all If you wanted...Oh yeah, what else do you want?...I want that too. I want you to bend me over your knee."

Oh jesus Mom, what are you doing to me? My dick is so hard and horny I'm humping at the air.

"Yeah spank me raw....oh God, I'm your bad girl...I'm only bad with you baby, punish me."

I'm now frantically humping at the air even though it's doing nothing for me. I just can't help it, it's like some kind of animalistic instinct.

"...You want to know what I would do if you were here right now?...I would crawl across the floor towards you, undo your fly with my teeth and unbutton your pants with my tongue...You know how limber my tongue can be Colin...I'd pull your pants down and bury my face into your boxers and pull your dick out with my mouth.....Mmh....I'd suck on your bag until you got hard. Then I would suckle on the tip like a baby nursing on a bottle....Mmm yeah. I love the way your milk tastes."

I can't believe what I'm hearing from her. I had no idea she had these kinds of thoughts and fantasies in her head.

"...Mhm...okay, I'll tell you what I love about it...I love how big it is. I love how thick it is and I love how hard it gets for me...It's so masculine and powerful. I want to submit to it. I think I could cum just by sucking it. Sometimes I think I could cum just by looking at it."

I'm writhing around on the floor with lust. My dick is begging to be touched, pleased, satisfied somehow. I manage to twist myself onto my belly somewhat so my dick is pressing against the ground. I start humping the soft shag carpet on the floor. It's a truly pathetic scene but I need to satisfy myself so badly right now, I'd do anything.

"I want to sit on it. I want to impale myself on you."

"Yeah mommy, sit on it." I start to interject myself into her fantasy.

"...Ooh, yeah...mmmm...I'm going to take a seat right on your big dick until you're so deep inside my pussy you can feel my heartbeat....mhm...Then, I'm going to rock back and forth on it."

"Oh yes Mom that's so hot." I close my eyes and fantasize as I my hips pathetically hump away at the floor.

"Then, I'm going to bob my tushy up and down on it until I can feel you burst inside of my pussy."

'Ooooh Moooom your pussy feels soo good, do you like my big dick?'

"Mmm yeah...You like that baby?"

'Yes! I love it mom!'

"Now tell me what you're going to do."

'I'm going to fuck you so good with my big dick mom, I love you so much.' Me and my four inch dick both cringe as I describe it as 'big'. I want it to be like Colins, I want to be able to satisfy mom like he does and I hate myself for it.

"..Uuuh yes, more."

I'm grunting softly into the vent as I grind at the carpet, although it's more like a whine than anything. My voice cracks periodically as I grunt away at the floor.

"Ugh! uh...uh...I'm almost there."

'Oh yes Mom! me too!'

"Oh!... I'm going to cum."

'Cum for me Mom. Cum on my big dick.'

"Oh God...yes!...I'm about to cum!" she's getting louder.

'So am I mom! Oh mmooommy!'

"Oh Colin!" she moans his name loudly as she cums.

It resonates through the vent and rings in my head completely destroying my fantasy. I spurt a few weak loads into the carpet and start whimpering pitifully. As I'm cumming into the carpet tears roll down my cheeks and drip into the vent with the tempo of a leaky faucet.

"That was great Colin, not as good as the real thing of course but still fantastic....Alright, I'll talk to you later...bye." and she hangs up the phone and goes to bed.

My hips are still slowly humping the floor and my eyes are still slowly dripping tears. I continue on this way for about a minute or so. I slowly regain control over myself and my emotions and struggle to get out from under the bed. It's late and I have school in the morning, I should really go to sleep but I don't. I sit down at the computer and spend the entire night beating off to videos of Colin fucking my Mom. The next day at school is like a blur. I'm so tired from staying up all night watching those videos that I have trouble staying awake during my classes. It's almost a blessing in disguise though, as in my zombie-like state, I barely register the usual taunting and name calling that goes on through-out my day. I raise my hand during history class and ask the teacher if I can go to the bathroom.

As I get up to leave, I hear Colin speak up from the back of the classroom. "Oh! I have to go to the bathroom as well sir, may I go too?"

"Fine, fine just hurry up."

As I'm walking down the hall, I hear Colin's footsteps behind me hurrying to catch up to me.

"Hey buddy" he says condescendingly as he pats me hard on the back. "Man your mom is a freak dude, you wouldn't believe the things she wants me to do to her." actually I would. I heard some of them last night, but I don't say anything. "What's wrong buddy? Why the long face?" he has a smirk on his face as he says it. I speed up to try and get away from him and turn into the bathroom. I hear his footsteps enter the bathroom behind me. I immediately lock myself into one of the stalls before he can corner me or anything. "Aw come one little guy." He says knowingly "Don't be like that."

"Why don't you just leave me alone already. Haven't you done enough to me? Please, just go away." There was a time when I could grin and bear his teasing or tell him to shut up and go away. But after everything he has done to me, I'm no longer above begging him to stop.

"Did you hear about the party I'm throwing at my house on Saturday? Everybody is invited. Oh- I mean, except you of course. You understand right? It would be uncomfortable, what with your mom being there and all." That last comment startles me a bit. What does he mean my mom's going to be there?

"My mom wouldn't go to a high school house party Colin. Especially, not one I wasn't even invited to."

"Well, why would you be invited, after you punched me in the face and said all those nasty things about my mother? Your mom will understand why you're not invited. My parents are out of town and it wouldn't be right of me to throw a party at their house without adult supervision. Your Mom will be more than happy to chaperone."

"I've known my mom for a lot longer than you have Colin, and she's not going to do it. Even if she does go to your party what do you think is going to happen? Mom's not going to do anything with you in a house full of kids I go to school with."

"She would if it was a house full of kids from my old school that have never met you and never will. I'm just having a little reunion with some old friends, or at least, that's what I'm going to tell her. And that's what you're going to tell her too if she asks or else you know what will happen." I'm fuming red and my head starts to pound. I wouldn't have believed this rouse would work a week ago but after everything that has happened........Colin just always seems to win.

"That's a stupid idea!" I shout, my voice strained with worry and doubt. "She's not going to fall for it! Don't even waste your time trying!" as it's a desperate and obvious ploy.

"Don't be mistaken girl-name, your mom might think she's coming to chaperone a simple 'get-together' at my house. But, I'm going to make sure she parties, gets drunk and gets fucked, and I'm going to be the one doin' the fuckin'". I hear him stomp out of the bathroom and the door slams shut behind him. I slink down on the toilet and try and think what to do next.