Taken By Her Son's Bully Ch. 01

Author's Note: This is chapter one in the series. A young lesbian wife named Emma is blackmailed into sexually servicing her son's bully Brad Thompson. All characters featured in this story are over the age of 18. Enjoy!

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Brad Thompson was the worst human being on the planet. Emma Johnson's son Eric had been constantly complaining about just how terrible his classmate had been treating him ever since he was in high school. This constant abuse had gone on for about four years now but her son swore up and down that it was verbal, never physical. Still, in Emma's eyes, it should have never been happening in the first place.

After four long years of torment, Eric finally graduated high school. Life went on. Her son was more carefree and acting more like himself as the days went on. He soon started college and things seemed to go back to normal. Both felt like Brad had better things to do now that he was out of high school than torment their family.

Emma was so proud of Eric for making new friends at school. They could both put his bully behind them and live better lives. She had seen a lot of potential in her son that was held back over the years from the torment from Brad. The school had dismissed the bullying as typical behavior between teenage boys. And Eric had been too terrified to attend a teacher and parent conference meeting so that had fallen flat and been canceled before it even began.

But little did both of them know, Brad had other plans. Plans that involved Eric's beautiful 39-year-old mother. He had set his eyes on her for years. He couldn't believe that such a wimpy, geeky, waste of a human being like Eric had come from her womb. It didn't seem possible to him but it was.

Eric's mother was gorgeous. Long, flowing brunette hair. Big, doe brown eyes that seemed innocent and sultry at the same time. And those long legs. He couldn't wait to hold them above her head as he pounded her into blissful orgasms beneath him, watching her big tits bounce and flop all over the place as he fucked her into oblivion.

There was just one catch. Eric had been conceived via artificial insemination because Emma was a lesbian. For some twisted reason, that just made Brad desire her even more. Had she ever had sex with a man? Was she still a virgin? It seemed highly likely given the way that Eric came into the world. He couldn't wait to turn her into his cock loving slut whose sole purpose in life was to be a good little whore and please him.

Brad was no stranger to having sex. He was a violent young man that had abused several of his classmates, blackmailing them to perform sexual favors on him. Naturally, he had dirt on them so they were too terrified to report him to the principal or their parents. He got away with everything he had ever done wrong to others. And what he loved most in life was inflicting pain and misery on the people he hated the most. There was a lot of anger inside of him and the only way to unleash it was to hurt the ones around him.

His treatment of Eric could have been much worse. All he did was taunt and tease the kid and make him cry a few times over the years. There were more terrible things in this world. He did just enough so that he would be on Emma's radar. He knew Eric would complain to her. He knew Eric would tell her everything he had done to her. All he wanted was for the guy's mother to despise him. That would make victory so very sweet when he came back to haunt Emma after she thought that they had gotten rid of him.

Brad was prepared to let things go should things not work in his favor. There were other older women he could terrorize. He had applied for a job at the marketing company that Eric's hot dyke mother worked for. Despite being a total asshole, he was a smart young man. He knew with his aggressive go-getter attitude, that he would climb the ranks fast within the company.

He planned to intern there while he went to college to get his marketing degree. Technology and computers were where it's at and the industry was constantly evolving. He wanted a career that would take him far up a corporate ladder. He planned to be a marketing manager by the time that he was in his mid-20's. Despite being an asshole and a bully, he had a lot of ambitions and would stop at nothing to reach his goals in life. He also didn't care who he had to degrade or drag down with him. He hoped to turn as many of the women in the company as he could into his sex slaves. Young, old, he had no preference.

Naturally, Emma had no idea that Brad was such an ambitious little prick. Nor that he intended to rape her into submission, despite her sexual preference being opposed to intercourse with men. Truth be told, Emma was terrified of having sex with a man. There was no attraction there and there never had been. Her body just didn't physically respond to men, only to women. She had known since she was a little girl that she was into other girls. But she hadn't officially come out as a lesbian until she was in her teens so as not to scare her parents away.

She grew up in a pretty liberal area so her parents were advocates of her sexuality. Though her mother was quite sad that she might not have grandkids in the future. So when Emma had met Leslie in high school and fallen in love with her they were married quite quickly and then decided to take the next step with artificial insemination not long into their marriage. Emma had decided to be the one to carry the baby. There was something magical about it.

While she was open to having children in the future, she had mostly done it to make her mother a happy woman. Eric was certainly very spoiled when it came to his grandparents. From the get-go, they had constantly bought him things and pampered him. Emma and Leslie didn't mind, as though both were successful women and made a good living, there were times when the bills got a little overwhelming and they struggled to keep up with them.

Those times had come and went and they were in a much more stable place now. Emma was head of marketing at her job and Leslie worked as a successful gynecologist at a nearby hospital. They knew they were both threatening to reach the age that neither would be able to conceive a baby. It had been brought up a few more times over the years but the discussion always fell through the cracks.

Did she want another baby? She wasn't going to lie, Eric was her world. And she didn't ever want to do anything to disappoint him. He was a grown man now at nineteen years old, as she'd had him quite young at twenty years old. She had only agreed to do it knowing that her parents were on board with helping support the baby financially. She was making a good living by the time she was 20, but still taking college classes and interning at the company she still worked for to this day.

She had gotten lucky and everything had worked out. However, the chances of them getting pregnant at 39 were a bit slim. Not impossible, but there was less of a chance. It was likely they would need to get medical assistance to make it happen. But Leslie could easily make that possible.

Emma hadn't had time to discuss the topic of a second child with Eric. Now that he was in his first year at college it was a bit more difficult to reach him. And she wanted to do that before pursuing anything, preferring to have this particular conversation face-to-face. She also needed to have a serious talk with Leslie about it as well. If her wife was not on board, there was no point to it all, so she supposed that she would need to speak to her about it first. But her son was going to be a big part of the equation.

On a particularly busy day at work, there was an influx of interviews that she was unable to attend due to being in and out of meetings. Her last meeting of the day was with Theresa, the CEO of the company. They both were to decide who to hire. Though she seemed to have made up her mind by selecting the top five candidates and putting them in order spread out on the table with the top candidate at the top of the pile. They could choose three out of five.

Emma let out a gasp as she saw the name on the application at the top of the pile; Brad Thompson. What the fuck?

"Emma? Is there something wrong?" Theresa asked, watching her with concern in her bright blue eyes.

Emma cleared her throat, forcing herself to regain her composure. "No, sorry. It's just a boy from Eric's school. I'm shocked that he is the top choice."

Theresa raised a brow. "Are you questioning my ability to choose potential candidates for my own company?"

Well, fuck. "Of course not! I apologize if it came off that way." She forced herself to look over his resume. She hated to admit it, but he had participated in several successful marketing and sale campaigns for the school yearbook over the years and seemed to have a knack for it. Emma couldn't believe that Brad had the drive to do that type of thing. Was he more than just a common thug that terrorized the people in town?

Theresa smiled. "Of course. Well, Brad is my top choice. So he's immediately hired. The other two are Jacob and Penny. Both show promise and I saw a lot of potential in them. But Brad was so charming. He understands the field and nailed the questions I answered. He was the most creative candidate that came up with a marketing strategy that made the most sense and was closest to the norm here. That type of intuition is what we need at our company going forward if we are going to survive in this demanding field. Don't you agree? I honestly see him in a management position within a year or two in the company."

Emma was shocked as she silently listened to Theresa praise her son's bully up and down. He must have put up a very convincing front. Or he was a clever little shit that had done his research, of the company and the field. She hated that they were automatically going to hire him. There was no way that she was going to tell Eric about it. The last thing she needed was for him to have a meltdown over it. The less he knew, the better, she decided.

"It's settled then. They start on Monday. I'll call them now and let them know. You're dismissed, Emma. I hope you have a good weekend!" Theresa replied, back to her normal chipper self. She was quite the catch, a bombshell blue-eyed blond in her mid 40's with a slim figure. Also very fortunate to be so young and run a fortune 500 company like this at her age.

The weekend came and went. By the time Sunday morning came around, Emma was dreading going to work on Monday. She was distant from Leslie and they hardly spoke over the weekend when they were home together. They had sex that morning when she woke up, but Emma could not escape thoughts of Brad. She cursed him for ruining her son's life. And now he was about to ruin hers too. She just knew that that little prick was going to make her life a living hell somehow.

For the first time in the many years she and Leslie had been together, she faked her orgasm. She just wasn't in the mood. Leslie seemed oblivious, however, so it seemed that Emma was convincing enough. Her wife was soon leaving for work. Because she worked in a hospital, weekends were not always off the table. This was one of those times. Honestly, Emma was grateful for the time alone at home.

She couldn't get Brad out of her head. Every time she saw him, he gave her the creeps. They ran into each other a few times at the local grocery store over the years, and any time she was driving and saw him in the neighborhood, he was hanging out with local skateboarders and hoodlums that caused nothing but trouble and were constantly yelled at by the locals in town. He would make lewd gestures to her and Eric when he saw them driving by his house or where he typically hung out.

Brad was a troubled, unpleasant boy. The fact that he had won over Theresa astounded her. He must be a very good actor. Sadly, Emma knew where to find him if she wanted to confront him. But she decided in the end to give him the benefit of the doubt. Maybe now that he had graduated from high school and was allowed to have a real job and a successful career, he would straighten up his act.

It was her job to oversee the training of the new employees. Monday morning she arrived bright-eyed and bushy-tailed but the truth was that she had hardly slept the night before. She just couldn't get Brad's face out of her head. It was going to be very strange seeing him where she worked.

Her boss had handed her Starbucks and told her where the recruits were waiting patiently for her. As she approached the meeting room where they were waiting, she felt a sense of dread in her stomach. Her face couldn't help but flush as she saw Brad seated in the chair closest to the door. She had dressed to impress today at Theresa's urging, in a black skirt that came down to her knees and a suit jacket open in the front with a white blouse underneath. What would Brad think of her outfit? Wait, why did she care?

Even Emma could not deny that Brad sure knew how to clean up. He had slicked back his jet-black hair and was wearing a bright green button-down shirt that brought out the color of his dark eyes. His shirt was tucked into black slacks held up by a leather belt. The clothes fit him perfectly and he looked every part of the businessman in them. She could tell by the way the shirt hugged his body that he worked out regularly in the gym. His torso looked muscled and intimidating.

Her heart skipped a beat as their eyes met. Brad smirked that cocky smirk of his and gave her a finger wave, and she resisted the urge internally to roll her eyes at him. He was such a child! It was obvious that he hadn't changed at all. He was going to be an unpredictable little shit as she suspected. This was not going to end well.

But even his snarky smirk sent shivers down her spine. She couldn't help but feel inferior to him. The way Eric had described that he had bullied him disgusted her. She hated him with every fiber of her being but here she was in a situation where she had to be nice to her son's former oppressor. It made her skin crawl.

Nonetheless, she put on a brave face and stepped into the room. She ignored Brad entirely, smiling at the two others, Jacob and Penny. "Good morning, everyone. I apologize for the delay. I brought coffee from Starbucks for the three of you." It was a necessary white lie, as Theresa had been the one that had picked it up.

She slid the coffee carefully across the table and leaned back in her seat. She went over an introduction to the company with a short Powerpoint presentation. Most of it was quite boring to them probably. She then explained the roles and duties expected of them without incident. She was proud of herself for barely acknowledging Brad's presence through the entirety of the meeting.

Emma lastly stated she would be meeting with each of them by the end of the week individually for a check-in to see how they were holding up. As she looked at her schedule on Outlook on her laptop, she debated seeing Brad first on Wednesday. It would be better to just get it over with, right? Or should she wait until the end of the week? She had to make a decision, as they were all waiting for her too.

"Mr. Thompson, I will see you first on Wednesday. Next will be Ms. Green, same time on Thursday. And lastly, Mr. Smith at 3 pm on Friday. Sound good?" She asked, smiling at the three of them. She prayed that Brad would not be a dick. Her anxiety was through the roof and she had to resist the urge to clench her teeth. He was already getting under her skin just by being in the same room with her.

They were all in agreement. She remained on her laptop as she waited for them to leave the room. All of them did but Brad, which did not come as a shock to her. Ugh, what did he want now?

"Is there something else, Mr. Thompson?" She asked, feeling her nerves ramp up. She was trying not to look scared of him but it was difficult. Nothing about him was loving or kind. He reeked of hate, anger, and negativity. How Theresa had missed that was beyond her. She generally picked people that were a good fit for the company. In Emma's eyes, there was no way in hell that Brad was that.

The young boy shut the door and locked it, which made Emma more fearful. The blinds were turned down on the windows so no one could see what was happening within. She felt like a lamb trapped by the wolf. What the hell did he think he was doing, shutting them in like this? She needed to escape. The room felt hot and it was difficult to breathe.

She abruptly stood up and tried to make a mad dash to the door, but was suddenly blocked by Brad's tall, burly body. He was 6'4 which meant he towered over her at 5'7. Her face came up to the top of his broad chest, which was puffed out with pride at having trapped his prey.

"Get out of my way, Brad," she demanded, trying to sound as authoritative as possible. She folded her arms over her chest, glaring at him.

Brad just laughed at her appearance. "No. I want to set a few ground rules between us, Emma. I want you to know how things are going to work from now on."

His tone was menacing. It was clear he meant business. She was frightened on the inside but forced herself to put on a brave act on the outside. "Brad, I'm your boss, and this is highly unacceptable behavior. I'm the only one here that sets ground rules. I would hate to have you fired on your first day. We can talk about whatever this is later, during your check-in, okay? Now open the door."

He laughed, a deep baritone of a sound that sent shivers down her spine. "That's cute. You aren't the boss of me, bitch. You want to know why? I've done my fair share of research on you and your tight-knit family before applying here. Including where your pathetic waste of a son is going to college. But more importantly, that your wife is illegally purchasing marijuana from one of my suppliers."

"That's enough, young man," she said, holding up her hand defensively. "And those accusations are absurd! You don't get to threaten me or my family any longer. Leave them out of this and get out of my way this instant! I mean it, Brad. I'm going straight to Theresa to have you fired for misconduct. Do you think she would believe a young kid like you over me, who has worked for the company since I was 20 years old? You're delusional!"

Brad smiled, but it wasn't charming or sweet. It made him look sinister and evil. It chilled her to the bone. "We'll leave. After you do as I say. If not, your freak of a son is going to be beaten so badly that he'll end up in the hospital with internal damage. It would be a great shame if he didn't survive. I can't control what my friends will do to him. But it won't be pretty. And your stupid bimbo wife will lose her medical license when the cops learn of her extracurricular drug activities. I think you'll be very sorry that you ignored my warnings, don't you?"

Emma shuddered. She couldn't believe this was happening. It had to be a bad dream. "You're lying."

Brad tilted his head to the side. "Am I?" He took out his cell phone and showed her a few pictures of a group of young boys his age walking around the campus of the college that Eric was attending. And then, to her horror, a couple of photos of Leslie purchasing weed from his friend illegally. It made her blood run cold.

Now she was mad. She was downright furious. Marijuana was something that Leslie did every once in a while, it wasn't a regular everyday thing. She wasn't a frequent flyer with it by any means. But just enough that Brad was able to obtain evidence that would ruin her wife's career and put shame on their family name. She couldn't allow it. She loved Leslie too much and her wife's job was one of her top accomplishments. It was sickening that someone as low as Brad could take all that away with a few pictures. But even she knew what was happening in them. The risks were too great.