The Bully and my Mom Ch. 02

We went home after what had happened, neither of us willing to talk to each other. How could we, when something so traumatizing had happened? I couldn't stop getting her expression out of my face, her absolute lust at being pounded by the bully that had haunted me for ages. I was dumb enough to think that going to college would be completely different. I was wrong... I was more than wrong. He wouldn't stop this. Steven was having way too much fun tormenting my mother and I, and I knew he wouldn't stop the harassment, no matter how much we begged him. He might even get off on that.

I spent the rest of the afternoon in my room, lying in bed as the scenes flashed before my eyes over and over again. The humiliation of being there, unable to help her, needing her to defend me by sacrificing her own body to that punk. It was overwhelming... I wanted to scream and run and never come back, but I knew that wouldn't solve anything. I was about to stand up and play a video game of some sorts... just to distract me from my swirling thoughts, when I heard a knock on the door.

I was tense, but relaxed slightly when I opened it, revealing my mother standing there with two drinks on her tray and some cookies. "Hi." She said, looking incredibly guilty.

"Hi." I said in response. It was so awkward between us, which was crazy for me. I've never felt awkwardness around her before. We've always been able to communicate all our emotions. I cursed Steven again, not able to believe what he's done to us.

"I made some hot chocolate." She said, looking down at her tray. "I think... I think we need to talk about this." She gulped.

I nodded, and moved aside to let her in. She set the tray on the table next to my computer, and I sat on my bed, as far away from her as possible. "What did you want to talk about?" I asked cautiously.

She bit her lip, and looked down at her hands. "I'm so sorry for everything that's happened."

I shook my head, my heart pounding. "Mom, are you insane? This was completely my fault, I wasn't there to protect you... I let him do those things to you."

She chuckled, a breathy laugh. "I guess we're both blaming ourselves here. The truth is, I was raped, by someone the same age as my son. We shouldn't blame ourselves."

I nodded agreeing with her. "I don't think I'll ever be able to forgive myself, mom."

She shook her head, and got up to sit next to me, placing my hand on her lap. "I want you to try to forget all of this, to pretend it was all a really bad dream."

"But...I think he's going to do it to you again. And he gets off on it being in front of me." I said, feeling like I was stating the obvious.

She nodded. "I'm going to see what I can do about it. Trust me, David. Please." Her eyes were glistening, like she was trying very hard to be brave. I nodded, pretending like I believed her words. She clearly needed someone to believe in her right now.

"Okay." I said, squeezing her hand. "Just... just let me know if you need any help, okay? Or even someone to talk to. Maybe we can pretend we're not mother and son. I mean... I already saw more of you than I thought I ever would." I said, trying to lighten the mood up.

Tears were still threatening to fall down her eyes, but she nodded and let me go. "Well, I'll let you enjoy the rest of your evening." She left the cookies and my mug on the table and left with her tray, looking a little blank in her expression.

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I wondered all through the rest of the weekend what I would be saying to Steven when I finally confronted him. Would I scream at him, yell at him for doing what he did to my mother? Or would I pretend like nothing happened, just to not make the situation worse. I had to admit to myself that he had power over me, over us. He had the pictures of her laying there with his cum on her, and no matter how much I tried to pretend it didn't happen, it had, and we would have to live with the repercussions.

I was hesitant about going to school, but I followed my normal routine nonetheless, and took the bus, my heart pounding the whole time. I was being ridiculous if I really thought about it. Steven and I weren't in the same program, and I doubt we would even see each other in the school halls. We were at a huge campus, and the likelihood of him seeing me... I shook my head. With my luck, it would happen today. He would try to find me just to destroy me.

My first class was uneventful, though I couldn't pay attention to any of it. I considered seeking out help from a counselor or psychologist, someone who would be able to help me without legally being able to contact the police. It would help me dissect all of this... all of the complicated emotions rushing through my head. I was snapped out of my thoughts again by the sound of people getting up around me, packing their bags as they chatted with each other. I began to follow suit, and exited the classroom to find none other than Steven in the hallways, looking down at a girl he was chatting up. She was looking up at him with equal admiration, and his hands were placed on her waist. It was subtle, but he was making it loud and clear for anyone that saw them that she belonged to him.

Hoping that he didn't see me walk by, I walked as fast as possible, and my whole body tensed when I heard the words, "hey, David." Coming out of him. I groaned inwardly, and my pulse was racing so fast it felt like I would faint right there and then from a heart attack.

I turned around to face him, and words refused to come out of my mouth. I figured if they did, I would want to rip his head off, and if I did do that... he would be able to expose what he did to my mother to the whole school. So I began to shake as he approached me, his hand in his pocket as he hummed like nothing was wrong. The girl was left there, watching us curiously. He stopped in his tracks right in front of me, grinning down like he owned my entire world. If I were being honest to myself... he did.

"How was your weekend, David?" He asked with a smirk.

"Fuck off." I replied, my eyes narrowing.

"Is that the tone of voice you should be using to your new daddy?" He dragged the last word out, almost spitting it in my face.

"You're going to regret what you've done." I replied, still shaking.

"Oh? And how are you going to do that?"

"It wouldn't be fun if I told you, would it?" I tried to sound as brave as possible, but I was being torn apart. And the fact that the girl was still standing there... watching us... guessing exactly what had happened.... It made me feel like I had peed my pants in front of her. I was beyond humiliated.

"Who knew the goody-two-shoes David even knew how to threaten people? I'm shocked!" He said, and before I could say anything more, he turned around, nodding at the girl to follow him. She followed obediently, and I couldn't help but watch as they walked off together, wondering what their relationship was.

I had time between my classes, and decided to go to my locker to drop a few things off. It was in the middle of the labs, where I had a lot of my classes, and I avoided the glances of my classmates as I walked with my head down, not wanting to talk to any of them at the moment. I put in my locker code in a hurry, and as I pulled it open, I gasped out loud, and immediately closed it. What he had done was despicable.

I turned around, trying to see if there was anyone behind me, someone that might've seen what was in my locker. Deciding there was no one around, I opened it again, revealing a single piece of ripped panty. Despite it being a few days, the smell was still there. A pungent vagina smell that was stinking up my whole locker. I didn't have to think too much to know it was my mom's, a memento Steven had kept for himself to remember her by. I was shaking again as I took it off my locker, dropping it in disgust as I looked at what was behind it.

I gasped, and my hands were shaking as I pulled it off my locker, revealing a printed picture of my mother, laying there on the boy's locker room floor, completely covered in her own juices and Steven's cum. It was the most disgusting sight I had ever seen. I gagged, and dropped the photograph involuntarily, not able to help myself. I couldn't believe he was tormenting me like this. Wasn't it enough to fuck my mother in front of me? He had to flaunt it, too? Make it so someone could see the photos he pasted on my locker by accident?

Speaking of which, I picked it up and tried to pocket it before anyone walked by. As I did, I spied a message on the back. "Room 315 after class. If you're a minute later, this photo will be all over the school by tomorrow." It was scrawled messily, but I got the message. I was his bitch now, completely and utterly under his control, and he didn't mind showing it to the world, as well. I sighed, and shoved the photo into my pocket, not wanting to look at it again.

I had hoped innocently all weekend that he would leave me alone. Clearly, I had underestimated how truly evil Steven was. I couldn't focus the rest of the day, not that I could before. I considered faking an emergency just so I could get out of there, but knew it would be better to just play whatever game Steven wanted to play, and listen to his instructions.

I arrived just in time after class, and was the first one to arrive. I looked around, studying the innocent looking classroom. What did he have planned for me today? I desperately hoped he didn't send my mother the same message.

I was about to sit down when the girl from this morning appeared, looking a little cautious as she pushed the door open. "Uh... hi." She said, like she hadn't expected to see anyone else there.

"Hi." I responded. She was too far away for me to notice this morning, but I knew at once she was absolutely gorgeous. Her breasts were massive, and her hips were equally as large, shown off by the current outfit she was wearing, the cheerleading outfit for our school's football team. By what I've heard so far, our team wasn't the greatest. She was wearing a pigtail, which swished from side to side as she approached me. Her makeup was well done, something that she had clearly mastered over the years, and I wondered at once what she was doing with a guy like Steven. She was clearly too good for him

"What are you doing here?" She asked me, confused.

I shook my head. "Uh... Steven asked me to come here." Does she know what happened between him and my mom? Was she a part of this game?

"I see." She said, still looking cautious. "He asked me to come here as well..."

"I guess we'll wait then." I said, and sat down on a stool, wondering if I should make conversation with her. This was beyond weird, and I just wanted to see what he wanted from me and get out of here. He approached a few minutes later, his proud gait never wavering.

"Looks like you're both here." He said, grinning as he shut the door loudly behind him.

"What are we doing here, Steven? I thought you wanted to ask me something in private. Why didn't you just ask me?" She said boldly, crossing her arms.

Steven didn't falter even for a second when he replied, "oh my dear. Well, you see, I fucked David's mother here the other day, and I was so much harder with someone watching, I thought it would be fun for me to fuck you in front of him as well, just so it can spark a bit of his memories from the other day."

"What?!" She said, completely appalled. She moved to leave, but he blocked her path like it was a piece of cake, and he could easily overpower her. Based on their size difference, I knew he could.

"Where do you think you're going?" He asked smoothly.

"Let me out this instant, Steven - or I'll call the cops." She demanded, her voice still shrill.

"Don't you start pretending that the girlfriend of the quarterback doesn't want to get fucked by lil' ole me." He winked.

"You were flirting with me today!" She said, stomping her foot. "I have nothing to do with this!"

"I have some naughty texts from you that prove that you were the one who started all this." She blushed furiously, which made me realize he was speaking the truth. "Well then, now that we're all on the same page - I figured you needed a lesson on not cheating on your poor old boyfriend, no matter how small his dick is."

"You'll pay for this." She said, narrowing her eyes.

"You deserve this." Was his retort. I was completely flabbergasted by the exchange. This has nothing to do with me. Nothing at all. Why was I even here? Was Steven really having so much fun in tormenting me that he wanted me to watch him fuck every girl? This was not what I signed up for when I decided to go to college. Not at all.

"Well... seems like there's a lot going on between the two of you, so I'll make my leave now." I said as casually as possible, and began to leave the room.

Steven glared at me with so much hatred it made me stop in my tracks. "Don't forget I have complete power over you now, David. Don't want the whole school knowing how much of a slut your mom is, do you?"

"Do you really want to resort to blackmail like this?" I said, trying to plead for my case, maybe get to whatever soul he had left inside of him. "Just let me go... and we can forget this ever happened."

He pretended to think for a second, and then laughed out loud. "Nah."

Before I could try to convince him any more, he abruptly bent the cheerleader over by her waist, forcing her body to be pressed down at the lab counter. She grunted and began to thrash against him, and I stood there frozen, unable to say anything. She looked up at me instantly, hared in her eyes. "What the fuck are you doing standing there? Are you a man or not? Come help me!" She cried out.

I didn't move an inch, and could only shake my head. "I'm so sorry..." I knew any explanation I gave her would only make me sound like more of a bitch. "He has photos of my mother that I can't get out... she matters so much to me. I can't do anything."

"I hate you!" She screamed. "I hate both of you!" She thrashed against Steven continuously, but he paid it no mind. He began to lick down her throat, and I leaned against the lab counter, knowing that it would be exactly the same as last time. I wouldn't be allowed to look away. I had to keep watching, take the horror of it all in. It was completely despicable what he was doing, and she was right. I was just as bad as he was... standing there, letting him do those things to her. I was a complete coward, and it was probably why he chose to torment me in the first place. I deserved this for not standing up for myself.

My dick was already straining in my pants as he kissed down her spine, pinning her down so it was hard for her to move. "I'm going to pleasure you beyond what your boyfriend has ever done... and then... you'll realize how much of a slut you are for me. I'm doing you a favor here." He licked and nibbled down her body continuously. "God, you're so fucking hot in this outfit, too bad we're going to have ot take it off." He began to pull her top off along with her sports bra, revealing youthful and bouncy tits with hardened nipples. She glared at him, but refused to say a word - refused to let him get the satisfaction of her pain.

This was so different from how it was like with my own mother. With her, I didn't see her as a woman, I saw her as my mother, being abused, being treated disgustingly. But with the cheerleader - she was a woman to me, and despite not having sex before, I knew that she was exactly my type. And seeing her get gradually more and more turned on, I couldn't help but imagine it was myself making her like this. My dick was pulsing, and I tried to think of anything else - anything that could keep me from getting turned on.

"I'm going to teach you how to properly treat a cheating slut." Steven said, finally acknowledging me. I didn't say a word as he flipped her around, pressing her back onto the cold counter as he pressed his mouth against hers. It was lewd the way he kissed her, pushing her mouth open, forcing it apart as he thrusted his tongue in over and over again. She closed her eyes and took all of it, but refused to kiss him back. He gave up after a few more thrusts, and bit her bottom lip, dragging it out before snapping it back against her teeth. "Fuck, Emily. I'm going to ravage you." So that was her name...

He began to kiss down her neck, giving her nibbles and bites, being aggressive yet teasing at the same time. I knew his technique by now. He wanted to get the woman as wet as possible. It wasn't that he cared about it being painful for her, no. He wanted to make them feel like as much of a slut as possible. To realize that he had full control over their bodies, and wanted to make them want him. I had to admit to myself he was very clever, despite trying to hide it all the time by acting like a brainless bully. He knew exactly how to make women as wet and horny as possible, and as quickly as possible. He moved down and began licking and sucking on her nipple, and she moaned out loud, unable to help herself.

He parted from her for only a second to say, "ah, I've discovered your sensitive spot." She didn't agree with him, but I knew it as well. Her hips were grinding uncontrollably now, basically humping the air as she tried to find any sort of friction. He flicked his tongue against her over and over again, teasing, making her desperate. He wrapped his mouth around her breast and began sucking over and over again before biting it, pulling it as far as possible before snapping it back. She groaned loudly, a combination of pleasure and pain parting from her lips. God, how I wished to be fucking those lips. I cursed, judging myself for having such dirty thoughts. The fact that I was enjoying this just made me more aware of how terrible I was as a human being, and how I was just as bad as he was. Since when did I start enjoying seeing women being tormented like this?

He had moved onto her other nipple, and did the same thing to her. This time, he situated himself between her legs, so the feeble humping motions she was still attempting was hitting him directly. He pressed his crotch against her's, and I could feel her tense in response. She was feeling exactly what my mother had felt the other day. The sheer length of him. I bet she was nervous now. No, not nervous about whether or not he would cause her pain. She was nervous that she would enjoy it too much. She may not be able to enjoy sex with her boyfriend ever again after what he does to her.

I was sorely aware of myself standing there at that very moment. I felt like a voyeur, completely out of place while watching two people filled with utter lust. Why did Steven even need me to be here to get off? It didn't make any sense. I had tried to remove the images of him fucking my mother from my head, but it was flashing over and over again, making me realize why he truly wanted me to be here. He wanted to torment me, make me imagine he was fucking my mother again instead of Emily. It was almost the exact same situation, and though my dick was able to distinguish between them, my mind was unable to. It was complete and utter humiliation, and he did it so well. I wondered at once how many times he's practiced this before. I was telling myself to close my eyes so I didn't have to watch this any longer, and as soon as I did, turning my back on them so I wouldn't have to watch anymore, I heard Steven grunt at me, looking up from the woman he was teasing.

"What do you think you're doing?" He asked, breaking Emily out of her spell.

"I can't watch this anymore Steven." I admitted.

"You think you're just standing there for fun, huh?" He said. "If I see you look away one more time, I'll fucking spread those photos." I blushed furiously, the heat rushing into me. I've never hated someone more in my life. He made me feel dirty, and cheap, and completely worthless, and I wanted to strangle him. He didn't wait for my answer, and proceeded to look down at Emily again, grinning at her hungrily.