ALL CHARACTERS ARE 18+
I sat by the computer writing my novel, drinking my coffee, when my son Henry came home from school crying. He had been bullied again by this boy Nick. I don't know why Nick keeps bothering my son, but I'd just about had it with him.
"What's wrong?" I asked, Henry, as he walked in the house.
"Nick just won't leave me alone, he keeps slamming me into lockers and hits me when no one's looking."
"I've had enough of this, do you know his address?" I asked.
"Why? What're you going to do?" Henry questioned.
"I wanna speak to his mother."
Henry looked at me like I was crazy. "You can't go over there!"
"I'm just going to tell her what's been going on," I said, "If she doesn't listen I'll speak to the school.
Henry sighed "Alright, fine."
I drove to the house after getting the address from Henry, when I pulled into the drive way I didn't see any cars. I did notice a garage so I figured the cars are in there. I walked up the stone pathway to the house and then up the stairs until finally reaching the door. I knocked a few times and after a couple minutes I was greeted by a tall and muscular young man. He looked me up and down, clearly checking me out. I was wearing a red tank top and black leggings, probably not the best thing to wear in front of this boy, as it left nothing to the imagination. My breasts are rather large and firm and my ass is big and round. My waist is slim and tight and my thighs are on the thicker side. So my clothes were flattering my curves.
"Can I help you, beautiful?" He asked, his voice was deep and smooth.
"I'm here to talk with Mrs. Bennet," I spoke sternly.
"Well, she's not here right now. I'm her son, Nick."
I sighed and figured I'd just talk with him and make him leave my son alone.
"Actually it's about you, may I come in and talk with you?"
He grinned at me "Of course."
He stepped aside and motioned me with his arm to come in. As I walked by him I could feel his eyes gazing at my ass.
Once inside he turned around and locked the door behind us. The place was immaculate, everything was clean and organized. There were pictures all over the walls, mostly family photos of his mom and himself. He walked by me and sat on the couch, patting the cushion, inviting me to sit next to him. His shirt was tight revealing a toned body underneath. He was wearing shorts that hung low on his hips showing off his muscular legs. It also showed the outline of his cock. The bulge was huge, just by looking at it I could clearly tell he was much larger than my husband.
Fuck what am I saying?
"I'm fine standing, I won't be long," I told him. "I'm Henry Keenan's mother, I know you've been bullying him and I want it to stop."
Nick laughed. "You're that little shit's mother? You're way too hot."
My face flushed.
"Is there a reason you keep harassing my son?"
He shrugged his shoulders and smirked."Not really it's just fun."
"Excuse me, it's fun?"
"Yeah, but I bet his mom's way more fun."
"What is that supposed to mean?"
He looked me up and down again then stood up and walked closer to me. I was definitely intimidated by his size as my head was only at his chest level.
"You want me to leave your son alone?"
"Y-yes, I do," I stuttered.
"If you let me fuck you I'll never bother him again."
The words hit my ears and I froze. Did he seriously say that? His lips moved towards mine, our faces inches apart. I closed my eyes for a moment trying to think rationally. I opened them quickly. "Please don't do this," I pleaded.
He grabbed my chin and forced my head back forcing me to look at him.
"Don't do what?" He said, softly as he looked down at me.
"This..." I whispered.
He leaned forward slowly bringing his mouth to mine. Our tongues touched and we both moaned slightly as they brushed against each other. We kissed passionately, his hands roaming across my chest feeling every curve of my breasts. My husband never touches me anymore, and this boy's strong hands feel amazing on my breasts. No, I need to stop. I pushed him away.
"What do you think you're doing?!" I yelled angrily.
"I thought you wanted some fun!" He exclaimed.
I shook my head and glared at him. "No."
"Are you sure? Because I can show you how good sex is, it would be nice to have someone who knows what she's doing, all those high school girls are terrible in bed. I bet you know a few things. Plus I've always wanted to fuck a milf."
"Stop talking like that! What kind of person talks about fucking people's mothers?" I shouted.
He laughed. "I'm willing to leave Henry alone forever if you agree to one condition."
Oh God no...
