The Bully and my Mom Ch. 02

"Let's see how horny this bitch is, huh?" He moved his hands down, pushing her skirt up. I couldn't see her cunt, but by the way that Steven's eyes glazed up and widened, I knew she was incredibly wet. "Hah. I knew you liked being treated like a whore."

He pulled his pants off, and his dick sprung up, pressing against her thighs. She moved up for the first time against the counter to look down at it, her mouth gaping.

"Like what you see?" He winked at her.

She shook her head. "You're a pig." She spat out.

"You won't be saying that soon." He pressed his mouth against hers again, and aligned his dick against her entrance, smiling as he did. "I hope you're ready for this."

"No..." She moaned, but he pressed into her anyway. I couldn't help but move around the room so I could see the angle of him thrusting into her as clear as possible. He had the tip of his dick in, and was pushing into her, expanding her fully. I could see how wet she was, and how easy it would be for him to slide in.

"Fuck you're so tight. I'm guessing your football boyfriend has never satisfied you before." He seemed to be right. Her eyes were completely glazed in lust, and he began to thrust into her, though only went about halfway.

She was already moaning and grabbing onto whatever she could on the counter, bracing herself. "Want the rest of me now?" He said. She opened her eyes wide at that statement.

"There's more?" She cried out.

He laughed out loud, a cold laugh. "Are you kidding me?" He replied before thrusting fully in. Her eyes rolled back fully at that, and she began to moan wildly as he thrusted over and over again, so fast and hard that I could barely see the motions anymore.

I couldn't believe it. It was so hot watching him have his way with her like that. I mean, I had seen porn before. Many times... but seeing them in real life, with her clearly completely transfixed by his dick, it was doing some crazy things to my hormones. I desperately wanted to have my way with her as well. And my dick... still hard against my pants, was making me very uncomfortable.

The two of them hadn't noticed my dilemma though, and he continued to fuck her like she belonged to him, making her mewl and make sounds I've never heard before over and over again. "You're loving my dick, aren't you?" He asked, and she made a guttural noise in response. "You're squeezing me like crazy... god I've never had a woman milk me like this." She screamed as he thrusted hard into her. It was at that moment when he looked down at my crotch, grinning. "Looks like David's enjoying the show."

I blushed, and tried to turn away, but he said, "nuh-uh." Forcing me to turn back to look at him. "Pull your pants down, I want to see what you're packing."

"Come on, Steven." I said, trying to convince him. "Don't do this."

"I don't want to ask you again." He said, breathless now from all the hip action. I nodded, and pulled my pants down, making my dick spring out. I was glad Emily couldn't see me from this angle. Instead of making fun of me, though, Steven's eyebrows shot up. "Hey... not bad."

I couldn't help but gape at him. "Did you just give me a compliment?"

"I call it when I see it. Now... look at all that precum. I think we need to clean that up, what do you say, Emily?" He looked down at her, but she was clearly completely lost in her own world, she didn't even look like the same person as before.

He removed his dick from her, and carried her so that she was right in front of me. "Suck him like the whore that you are." He commanded, and she looked like she wanted to protest, but he began to fuck her again, and the lust in her eyes were back in an instant.

He pulled her hair back, forcing her to be aligned with my dick, and said, "suck, whore." She began to do just that, and twirled her mouth around the head of my dick a few times before wrapping her small mouth around the head. "Fuck..." I groaned, unable to help myself.

It felt beyond amazing. I had never had a BJ before... and this was... this made so much sense now. This is why guys acted this way around girls. So they could feel like this. She began to move up and down, in perfect rhythm to Steven's thrusting. She was being sawed between the two of us, bobbing up and down as she hung in the air like a ragged doll. I grabbed her hair and began to thrust into her, loving the sound of my dick hitting the back of her throat, and her gagging in response. "Look at how aggressive you're being." Steven said, looking like he was proud of his apprentice. "Never thought you had it in you."

I was feeling completely embarrassed at this point. Never in my life did I ever think I would stoop to his level, to do the same horrible things my bully did. But here I was, making a girl fuck me with her mouth while grabbing her, forcing her to take more of me down her throat. And I was enjoying every second of it. She began to play with my balls, cupping them and squeezing them, and it made me thrust into her even harder. She had tears running down her eyes, and she didn't bother wiping them as they merged with the saliva and precum dripping out of her mouth. She looked disgusting, and it was so fucking hot to see a composed woman like that with her makeup completely destroyed.

"Good girl." Steven said, and spanked her hard against her ass. She moaned into my dick, making it vibrate as I groaned out loud as well. I was getting close... so fucking close. How could I not be, with someone sucking my dick for the first time? Steven seemed like he was getting there himself, and he continued to spank her as he thrusted into her even harder than normal. The sound of his balls slamming against her clit was so loud I knew someone would be able to hear it if they were walking by in the hallways. "Come for me." He commanded as he bent over her.

The words seemed to push me over the edge as well, and her intense moaning against my dick made my balls tighten in her hands, and I grunted as I thrusted into her, making my dick bend in her throat as my cum shot out, spurt after spurt of it, completely soaking her mouth as it dribbled out of it. She was clearly unable to contain everything that came out of me. How could I help myself, when it was my first time getting a BJ, and it felt so fucking good?

Steven was giving her her final thrusts as he came as well, and she was even more sensitive than before, having just cum herself. She was screaming, "no," over and over again, her eyes shut as he tried to swallow my cum. When he was done with her, she dropped onto the floor, exhausted. Just like mother was, she was covered in a mixture of her own mess and ours, and the floor was sticky with all the fluid we had just produced. Her cunt was wide open, still gaping from the enormous dick she had to take.

"This is how a woman should properly look." Steven said approvingly. He was pulling his pants up now, watching me as he did. "Hey, we make a good team." He winked.

"Fuck off." I said, glaring at him. "Don't associate me with you. You're a horrible human being."

He looked down at Emily, who was still laying there, breathing heavily. "I think she'd disagree... and so would your mother."

"I hate you." I cursed at him.

He ignored my last words, and continued on. "I can't wait to see her again, tell her daddy will be seeing her soon to fuck her again, won't you?"

I couldn't stand being there anymore. I would let him stay to clean up the mess he created. I pulled my pants up as well, and proceeded to walk out the room. He didn't say

anything as he watched me leave. I knew he had already said enough.

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I arrived home an hour late, wondering if my mother would ask where I was. She hadn't, though she smiled at me, asking me about my day. I knew I would never be able to tell her what happened. How could I? She would think I was just as bad as Steven, just as malicious and cruel as him. She might even kick me out of the house and refuse to speak to me again. I wondered if Steven would be terrible enough to tell her what had happened. If he did, I would deny it, and say he was lying. Or maybe tell her he forced me to join in. Hopefully he wasn't recording us today.

She was trying to act as normal as possible, but I knew there was something wrong. She couldn't stop thinking about what had happened with Steven, either, and based on what he had done today, I knew she didn't think up a proper plan.

We spent the rest of the evening eating the macaroni and cheese she had prepared for us, and we watched a movie together before I collapsed onto my bed, wanting to sleep early just so I wouldn't have to think about god damned Steven again. I got up just so I could brush my teeth and pee before going to bed, and stopped in my tracks when I heard moaning from the master bedroom.

My curiosity got the better of me, and the door was slightly ajar, so I pushed it open, hearing the sounds even louder now as I approached. I leaned against the wall as I watched, my mother moaning over and over again with her hands between her legs, her crotch completely open as she flicked her clit over and over again. With her other hand, she moved lower, and thrusted two fingers in as she fucked herself.

"Oh... oh god. Your dick feels amazing." I froze in my tracks. This was so wrong. I needed to get out of there, asap. But I couldn't move. Couldn't step away from the scene I was seeing. It was so lewd, and so wrong, but I had to keep watching. I wondered at once who she was thinking about. Maybe just a man from her imagination, maybe it was my estranged father... whoever it was, she was having a lot of fun imagining him fucking her.

She answered my question in an instant. "Oh... Steven..." She said. I couldn't believe it. I must've heard her wrong. I wanted to claw against the wall, rip my hair out, do anything I could to erase her words out of my mind. "Steven... fuck me harder... please." She was begging, pretending that he was the one fucking her. Her fingers were moving faster now, more insistently, matching the pace of her other hand rubbing her clit. "You make me so fucking horny." She said.

I needed to get out of there. Needed to escape from the room. She was writhing in the bed, her legs shaking as she continued to play with herself. "Faster... harder... I'm going to cum!" She breathed out, her voice hoarse with lust.

I needed to step away. My back was to her as I heard her explode in her sheets, her moaning loud, like she didn't care whether or not I was listening in the next room anymore. She cried his name out over and over again as her orgasm shattered around her. I've never felt so disgusted in my life.

I had assumed this entire time her body had betrayed her when he was fucking her, just like Emily's had. But this... fantasizing about him, imagining him fucking her. What was wrong with her? How could she possibly be like this? It was so disturbing I could feel the puke rise up in my throat again.

I practically crawled back into my room without brushing my teeth, and dug myself deep into the bedsheets, wanting to get out of the horrible monsters in my mind.

I fell asleep at 4am, finally losing control of my consciousness, and dreamt of dirty, lustful things that I couldn't remember in the morning. My bed was covered in my own cum, and I realized at once I was starting to hate myself just as much as I hated Steven.