Ch. 03
A mom is humiliated
Alicia was in deep trouble. How in hell was she going to get out of this fix? Visiting James to get him to stop bullying her son, hadn't been a good idea. She was too submissive to tackle a bully, even an eighteen-year-old boy. Submitting to his dominance had been so gradual, she hadn't noticed. Or maybe she didn't want to admit to being weak willed.
At thirty-six, and after completing an assertive class, the boy should have been easily put in his place. Instead, before she knew what was happening, he had her where he wanted. Looking back over the last two hours, it was realised how very stupid she had been. Like the bully in high school all those years ago, he had intimidated her.
'Come on, you've been in there ages,' James told her.
Alicia was in the bathroom, playing for time. Surely there was something she could do or say to get out of this mess.
'Shall I take you to my father? He will probably spank you again,' he said, trying to sound serious.
'No! Please don't. I need to get home,' she said, sounding worried.
'Then why did you promise my father to keep me happy?'
'He, err, he thought I was a slut, from the way I was dressed,' she explained.
'Why didn't you tell him you're Brendan's mother? If you told him who you were, you wouldn't have been spanked, and sent to my room,' he teased.
'I couldn't admit to being a respectable married woman. You dressed me up in these terrible clothes, and introduced me as your girlfriend. I had to hide my face. Being recognised would have been terrible,' she complained.
'Don't trash the clothes, they were my sister's. Awhile ago, but they were hers,' he said, and shrugged.
'I really need to get home, James. Can I have my clothes back, please,' Alicia asked, trying for sympathy.
'No, you can go home like that. I'll drive you. Of course, everyone will find out what you did. They might even be sympathetic, as it was to save your boy from bullying. I have a video of you blowing me, ready to put on the internet,' he smirked.
Alicia was stunned from what he said. He guided her with a firm grip of her shoulders, and sat her in front of a computer. A video started.
She didn't recognise what was happening at first. Hair came into focus, then she recognised the top of her head. A sharp intake of breath was made, on realising what was happening. It was her, sucking on his cock! A blow job it was called, and she heard him groaning, saying the awful word. He was guiding her head, using her mouth in that disgusting way.
No! He let go of her head, and she continued doing it. She looked up at him, and the camera, while lifting her mouth up the length of his penis. His penis fit obscenely tight between her lips. Her face was distorted with his cock, but it was her. She looked down and pushed along the length of his cock.
When she looked up at the camera is was obvious she didn't see it. There was a studied concentration, no enjoyment, just acceptance. The working up and down his penis seemed to go on forever. She couldn't take her eyes off the screen. She began to splutter and chock. He lifted her head off his cock.
No! She had his cum in her mouth, and he told her to swallow. The dirty woman, her, looked to be in shock. Why on earth had she let this happen? Her son's bully had spurted semen in her mouth!
'Oh! No! Please!' Alicia whined. 'You mustn't let anyone see this, please. Promise me you'll remove it from your computer, please,' she said, looking frightened.
'If you make a fuss, I'll get dad to take you home. He'll be surprised to find you're the lady of the house. Though you can't really call yourself a lady, can you,' he commented.
'No, no, I can't,' she murmured.
'What are you then?' he demanded.
James grabbed her hair, and twisted it.
'Ouch! Please! Don't hurt me, please,' she yelped.
'I said, what are you? A slut? A cock sucking slut is more like it. Tell me!' he demanded.
'I, err, I don't know. . . Please, don't hurt me. Owww! Stop it, I'll say whatever you want. I'm your cock sucking slut! Pleased now?' she sobbed.
'I've got the proof on my phone and computer, so you can't deny it,' he said.
'No! Oh! No,' she moaned.
'Tell me again, Alicia. Say it!' he demanded.
'I'm you cock sucking slut, sir,' Alicia whimpered.
'Get those clothes off, and get into bed. You heard dad, he said to please me. You don't want to be spanked, then taken home, do you,' James stated.
Looking frightened and shocked, Alicia slid into bed. She turned away from him, and pulled the sheet up around her neck. His father thought she was a girl from the wrong side of town, and had spanked her for being a nasty tease with his boy. He was a bully like his son, only a bigger version. It was humiliating being treated like a naughty girl, spanked, and sent to James' room.
At least he hadn't found out who she was.
'You heard what my father said. He sent you to my bedroom with a smacked ass, and made you promise to obey,' James gleefully said.
'It wasn't like that,' she began, only to realise it wasn't far off.
Damn them both! Somehow she was in this boy's bed for the night, expected to play with him.
When he and his father were asleep she would be able to escape back home. Oh! God! Until then she would have to pander to this boy's whims. Knowing it was her stupidity that got her into this mess, left her feeling weak and pathetic. The two of them had bullied her into this dreadful situation.
A hand went protectively between her legs, and she clamped them tight. This was such a bad thing, how could it be endured? Why hadn't she screamed for help and made an attempt to run away? Instead, she kept quiet and demurely endured their bullying. Oh! God! What was happening to her? The humiliation from their bullying had left her completely submissive to them.
When he got into bed she looked away. A feeling of anxiety and fright washed over her entire body.
To delay the inevitable, she asked, 'Could I borrow your phone, please. I need to phone home. . . Please!' she shyly asked.
Doing something would be a distraction from these bad thoughts, and give her a chance to think of something. He handed her the phone and she made to slip out of bed. James put a restraining hand on her shoulder, prevented her leaving. Unfortunately he was too strong to shrug off, or push away.
Alicia sighed, and relented as she was bound to do in this damnable house. It was the story of her life, only this time she was in a terrible place. Not having her mobile, she had to think for a moment before remembering the home number. On her side, trying to distance herself from him, she felt him snuggle up to her.
'Hello, Harold, sorry I didn't phone earlier. I'm at a friend's place, she's ill. I don't know when I'll be home. If it's late I'll spend the night. Alright?' she asked her husband.
What could she do if he said no, and she had to go straight home? Alicia was unable to concentrate on what her husband was saying, as James started playing with her sex! He pushed a finger up her ass, and she couldn't help giving out a little yelp of anguish. She was on her side, and he was behind her, helping himself to her sex!
'Yes, I'm all right. It isn't nice seeing a friend like this. The doctor has been. If she gets any worse, I'm to call an ambulance. Alright, yes, thanks, good night,' she distractedly murmured.
Alicia couldn't send a kiss down the line to her husband, when a boy was stroking her pussy, and delving into both holes down there. It was the worst moment ever, in her whole life. It had been terrible, trying to talk to her husband while being sexed up by this boy!
With the phone checked to make sure it was really off, she laid still. It was hoped he would get the message that she wasn't interested, and leave her alone. Passive resistance wasn't enough. His fingers went deeper, and she was opening up! How could that be? It was bad enough being in bed with her son's bully. Responding to his crude fondling was downright wicked.
A hand left her bottom to squeeze her breasts. He squished them together in a big calloused hand. Somehow he managed to pinch her nipples, and they soon hurt from his brutish strength. Oh! God! He had two fat fingers in her vagina, exploring inside her body. At least they were no longer up her bottom!
'James! Please! You shouldn't be touching me like this. I'm a married woman. I have responsibilities. I'm the mother of a school friend. Brendon is in your class at school,' she moaned, trying to put him off.
'I'll not bully him after this. You're doing a good job for him, Alicia,' James chuckled.
Another badly needed protest was tried, only she gargled a moan of pleasure instead. Slamming her lips together, she dare not try to say anything, or the words might betray her. The damn boy had her worked up, and he knew it! His manipulative fingers were so damn good.
This time there was no holding back, it had to be recognised, she was being sexed up. He was stoking her boiler, making her so very hot. She was more than ready for him, and almost ready to beg for it. It was humiliating to be brought to this state of arousal by a mere boy. Her husband never spent so much time on foreplay, so maybe that explained it.
He whispered in an ear, 'You like this, don't you. Tell me how much you want it, Alicia,' he said, with a grin revealed in his voice.
'No, this is wrong, James, terribly wrong. Pease stop it, please!' she moaned.
'Don't lie to me, I can feel how excited you are,' he said, and pushed three fingers into her.
It couldn't be helped. The truth spilled out from her open mouth, among the gasps of pleasure.
