My Sons Bully Takes Me Ch 03

The rest of the weekend was a blurry haze of regret, anger and self loathing. Kevin noticed I wasn't myself and asked a few times if I was okay. I tried to play it off that I was okay and maybe under the weather a bit.

It wasn't exactly a lie. The thought of what happened, what I let Marcus do made me sick to my stomach. I couldn't believe I allowed him to touch me, to taste me, to be inside of me.

The feelings got even worse on Monday. I had a feeling of dread the entire day. I was horrified at the thought of Marcus tormenting Kevin with what happened.

When I heard Kevin come home, I swear my heart stopped. I had to fight the urge to rush to him to see what happened. I knew I had to act like every other day. The two glasses of wine helped with that.

I nearly broke down in tears when Kevin acted perfectly normal. He said his day was good. Still no return to the harassment or tormenting by Marcus and his friends.

When he went downstairs to his room, I let out a long sigh. I had another glass of wine to celebrate dodging such a big bullet.

My feelings of relief evaporated soon after. I knew Marcus to say something to Kevin at any time in the future. Plus, there was the bigger problem of Marcus coming over on Saturday.

I thought of a number of ways to try to stop his coming over from happening. I thought of asking Kevin to tell Marcus not to come, but I was scared of what Marcus would say in return.

I thought of calling the school to get Marcus's phone number. I put that thought out of my head as well. It was highly doubtful the school would give me his phone number and how would I explain why I needed it?

The other thought I had was going to the school and telling him in person. Again, this was not a good idea. It would raise questions from the other students as well as Marcus's friends. And I was terrified of what he would say.

After hours of agonizing thought, I decided the safest course of action was to wait till he got here and send him home. Doing this reduced the public issues. Plus, I could tell him not to say anything.

Friday was the worse day of the week. I was a wreck all day. Constant worrying and fear kept me from doing anything. By mid afternoon I was so uptight, I nearly jumped out of my skin when Kevin walked in the door.

We had a fairly quiet dinner before Kevin went downstairs. I had a glass of wine before dinner, during dinner, and one while cleaning up. I was starting to feel a little tipsy on the fourth glass. It was helping to calm me down and to relax.

I decided to have a hot bath and just soak in the tub. I ran the water and crawled in, bring another glass of wine with me. I just laid back and relax to the point of nearly falling asleep.

When I realized how tired I was, I decided to get out and climb into bed. I hadn't gotten much sleep this last week and was mentally and physically exhausted.

Just as I was about to climb out, I realized I should probably shave my legs. I hadn't done so in a week, and I do like the feeling of being freshly shaved. I knew it wasn't the best idea to shave while tipsy, but I wasn't thinking clearly.

I lathered up my legs and got to work. I took my time, not only to do thorough job, but to careful not to cut myself. It took a lot longer than normal. The water was starting to get cool.

When I finished, I pulled the drain plug as I stood up. I grabbed the shower head off the hanger and proceeded to water down and wipe my legs. I then turned to clean the tub.

I noticed there was a lot more hair than normal, not just the stubble from my legs. I didn't think anything of it before toweling off.

I put on my robe and went to the kitchen. I grabbed a glass and filled it with water before grabbing some Advil. I drank a lot more than I normally do and didn't want a hangover.

I hadn't used this hangover prevention since college. The thought made me smile and giggle as I walked back to my bedroom. I dropped my robe and climbed into bed.

I had the first good sleep in a week. I woke up refreshed. As I was contentedly laying there, I realized it was Saturday and Marcus would be arriving soon.

Instantly my anxiety spiked and my stomach turned in knots. I tried to calm myself by saying nothing would happen, that I would send him home as soon as he arrived.

It helped a bit but not very much. I decided laying in bed wasn't going to happen, so I got out and headed for the shower.

When I reached in to turn on the water, I was surprised by the amount of hair still in the tube. I had no idea where it came from. Plus, I thought I had rinsed out the tube after my bath like normal.

I climbed into the shower, grabbed the soap and started to wash. I did my arms, chest, and stomach. When my hands went lower, I realized where all the hair had come from.

I quickly bent over and looked down. I saw that during the bath last night I didn't just shave my legs, but I also shaved my lady bits.

I quickly rinsed myself off and jumped out of the shower. I was still using the towel to dry off as I quickly walked to the full-length closet mirror I had. I held my breath as I moved the towel away to see what I had done.

Sure enough, I had shaved it all off. It was normal for me to groom down there, so it wasn't like it was the Amazon rainforest or anything. I never had gone completely bald.

I stared down at it, wondering why I had done it. I knew I was drunk and all but didn't expect this. As I looked at it, I had to admit I did like the view.

A knock on the front door startled me back to reality. I looked over at the clock. It was that time for Marcus to arrive.

"Shit!" I said as I grabbed the dress that was laying on the top of my clothes in the laundry basket. I quickly started to do it up.

When have the buttons were done up, I remembered it was Marcus who told me to shave down there. I froze in place. I am an idiot I thought.

The doorbell rang and I quickly did the rest of the buttons up and started to the front door. At least I would be sending Marcus home right away. At least he would never know I shaved.

I resumed doing up the button s on my dress until I realized Marcus told me to wear this dress again. I was about to grab something else to wear when the doorbell went off.

"Damn it!" I said and did up the rest of the buttons. I needed to get to the door before Kevin so I could send Marcus home.

I quickly ran to the door. Thankfully, Kevin hadn't answered it. I unlocked it and opened it to see Marcus standing there. He looked me up and down and smiled.

"Marcus," I started after taking a deep breath. "I don't think you should be here today. After what happened..."

"You sure you walk to talk about that here?" Marcus asked as he mentioned behind me with his head.

I turned to look at what he meant and saw the stairs going to the basement. With the doorbell ringing, I knew it would have gotten Kevin's attention.

"Okay." I said. I was about to step outside and close the door, but Marcus had other plans.

"We'll go to the shed so no one overhears." Marcus said. It was more of a command rather than a suggestion.

"Oh. Um...okay." I said as he started to walk by me into the house.

I quickly started to follow him through the living room, then the kitchen, and the out the back door. I had to turn back to grab the key hanging beside the back door. He was nearly to the door when I started to cross the yard.

"The door is locked. Here is the key." I said and handed it to Marcus. The lock on the door was always sticky and I didn't want to bend over in front of him. I knew he would try to look under my dress, and I didn't want him seeing what I had done.

"Okay." He said and took the key from me. It took him a minute to get it unlocked. "There we go. Back in the shed for more."

"No Marcus." I said as they walked in. "It was a big mistake."

"That's not what you were saying last week." Marcus said as I walked passed him. He stepped into the shed and closed the door. "If I remember rightly, you were begging for more." He walked to me and put his hand on my hip. It sent a shiver through my body.

"Right there as you leaned against that bench." He whispered. It was barely audible.

"It shouldn't have happened." I said. I could feel my cheeks flush. I didn't know if it was from excitement from the memory or embarrassment. I needed to get him away.; to stop touching me. I put my hands on his chest and pushed but nothing happened. "It was wrong."

"You're right." Marcus said with a chuckle. "A hot woman like you shouldn't have had such a hairy pussy. Normally, I won't eat a pussy like that, but I knew how badly you wanted it. And from how hard you came, how much you needed it. You even left me with a set of blue balls. No woman has ever done that!"

His hand slid around, from my hips to the small of my back and then to my ass. As soon as his hands grazed over it, he grabbed both buns and pulled me into him. I could feel his bulge pressing against me.

My mind was all over the place. I knew I need to stop things before they went further. At the same time, my body wanted it to go further. My mind and body were at war with each other.

"Stop." I tried to say it forcibly, but it came out as a whisper. "If Kevin ever found out he would kill me!"

"I don't care what that scrawny little shit thinks!" Marcus said.

"I told you not to call him that." I tried to be angry and have that show in my voice but failed at that. My mind started replaying the porn I had seen weeks ago, and I was losing my resistance.

"Besides," Marcus continued as he started to rub his bulge against me. I could feel it getting harder. "I ain't allowed to talk to him.

"But I will make you a deal. If I am wrong, I will stop. I will never do this again. I will never look or touch you and I'll even continue to leave the scrawny little shit alone.

"But if I am right, no more objections. You will drop down and suck my dick like I know you want to."

"What do you think you are right about?" I sighed. My mind was screaming at my body to stop, not to play his games. I knew that he would win at whatever he had in mind. But my body wanted it.

"Nope. Yes or no." Marcus said. Our bodies were pressed together and could smell the mint toothpaste on his breath. "That's your choice. But I will stack the odds in your favor. There are 4 things I have to be right about."

I could feel his hands no longer grabbing my ass. They were still there, but he was now slowly raising the back of my dress.

"Fine. What are these four things" I whispered. Although my mind was filling with lust, as soon as I agreed I knew what three of the four things would be.

"First 2 are easy." Marcus started. The first is that you are obviously wearing the same dress I told you to. Second, with how hard your nipples are pressed against my chest I know you ain't wearing a bra. Exactly what I told you to do.

"Third," Marcus started to say. His hands now held the bottom of her dress up exposing my ass. I could feel the coolness of the room on it as soon as the dress was high enough.

"You ain't wearing any panties like I told you." He had the dress in one hand as he reached down and grabbed my exposed ass.

I was ashamed of how good it felt to have hands on my flesh. It had been over six years since someone touched me like it. The last time was with my husband.

"Now let's see if I am four for four." Marcus said as he stepped back and slowly started to move his hand from my ass to the front, keeping it under the dress. I felt his hand on the front of my thigh. "Lift your dress. Show me."

His rough, deep voice and the commanding way he spoke was hypnotizing. I could feel my face burn and I bit my lip as I lowered my hands down. I grabbed the sides of my dress and lifted them up slowly. I kept raising it up until I exposed myself.

"Look at that four for four." Marcus smiles as he moved his hand from my thigh. I looked into his face he looked down at my pussy. I felt his hand touch it and my woe body shuddered. "A freshly shaved pussy. And from the feel, probably done this morning, just like I told you."

My eyes rapidly opened and closed as my head moved back. A soft moan escaped my lips. I tried to take a deep breath but only got a gasp in "Yes, this morning."

Marcus could have told me the sky was pink or the grass was red, and I would have agreed with him. I was completely lost, enjoying the moment and the touch. I knew it was wrong, but I didn't care.

"See," Marcus said as he let the back of her dress go and put his hand around my neck. He tilted my head, so I was looking right at him. I leaned into his had, feeling the roughness and warmth from it. "In spite of your objections, you still did everything I told you to. Your pussy is already hot and soaked. You want this." He said as he continued to rub my pussy.

"Wrong." I mumbled and moaned. "Just a boy." Even as I said it, I didn't care. I knew he wouldn't care either. I knew Marcus had me right where he wanted me, and I was giving in.

"I've been a man and fucking for quite a while now." As soon as Marcus said fucking, he slid his finger inside of me. My whole body went rigid from the sudden introduction of pleasure. I took in sharp, deep, shaky breath. My body moved on its own. My legs opened a little wider to give him better access.

"All the cheerleaders were more than egger to spread their legs for the hot new basketball star." Marcus said as he continued to slide his finger into my while using his thumb to rub my clit. "Bathrooms at school, parked cars, or the at their homes. If I wanted to fuck, I just had to send a text and within 10 minutes I would be balls deep in some pussy."

"Mmmmm." I moaned as my mind started to picture it. A cheerleader lifting her skirt and riding his cock.

"I was still fucking the cheerleaders but then I started to fuck the coach's hot wife."

"Oh god!" I said as she flung my head back as Marcus started to finger my pussy faster. God, it felt good.

"Oh yeah!" Marcus said. "He's got a hot little wife and loves to watch me pound that pussy. Especially when she was face deep in a pussy! Also started to fuck some of the cheerleaders' moms. They were just as egger to give it up for some young, black dick."

"Fuck" I moaned as I took one hand off her dress and started to rub my breast. Hearing myself swear was a strong indication of how lost I was. I never swore, not even when having sex. But feeling this man play with my body and hearing him talk about fucking other women was the hottest thing I have ever encountered.

Marcus took his thumb from the side of my face and started to rub my lips. I looked at him as I opened my mouth and darted her head forward to suck it. I saw his smile.

I was tempted to stop sucking his finger grab his neck and kiss him. At the same time, I knew this was not about passion or intimacy. So, I stopped myself.

"Now..." Marcus started to say as he took his hand away from my head. He reached behind him and grabbed an old deck cushion. He dropped it in between their feet.

"Now it's time to add you to the list. Now it is time to suck my dick!"

I was disappointed when Marcus took his hand away from my pussy. It felt so good and I was getting close. At the same time, I was more excited for what was to come. I was finally going to see if Marcus was as big as I had thought and felt.

He reached down and pulled the bow holding his shorts up. I reached down and grabbed the sides of his shorts. I kept my arms straight, so as I lowered myself down, I pushed his shorts down.

When my knees hit the cushion, I inched forward on the cushion and reached up. I grabbed the waist band of Marcus's boxers and started to pull them down.

I pulled them down slowly. First, I saw where his shaft met his body, but then as the boxers went lower more and more if his shaft was revealed. I bit my lip again and kept going. When his boxers were halfway down his thighs, his manhood popped out.

"Jesus!" I said in surprise as my eyes went wide. I stared at it for a few moments, admiring the size.

Marcus was nearly as long as my forearm. His length was impressive, but so was his girth. I couldn't help but look up at him.

"10 inches for you to enjoy!" Marcus said as he continued to smile and look down at me. "Never had one like it, have you?"

"No." I whispered as I looked back down at him. I wrapped my hand around the base of his shaft. It barely fit halfway around him. I lifted it up, turning my head to look at it from the side and admire his length.

"And only semi hard." Marcus said as he brushed my hair away from my face. He used his hands to move her long hair to the back and held it with one hand. "It's your job to get it fully hard. Now get to suckin!"

Marcus started to pull my head towards him. It wasn't rough or aggressive. It was just enough to encourage me to do what he commanded.

I looked up from his manhood to look him in the eye quickly before looking back down. All hesitation or reluctance were gone. I wanted to taste Marcus. I want him in my mouth. I wanted to make him fully hard.

I licked my lips before opening her mouth. I moved my head closer as Marcus pulled gently on it. As I was almost there, I stuck her tongue.

Just before it was coming to touch my lips, moved her tongue up and put it on the bottom of his head. I curled my tongue around the base bottom of it as if to pull it into my mouth.

My lips touched the sides of his head. I felt the heat coming off it as I took more in. When the salty taste of his pre-cum touched my tongue, I instantly remember how much I loved the taste and the feeling of having a man in my mouth.

"Mmmm." I couldn't help but moan as I held his cock in her mouth. Once there was a firm seal between the two of us, I began to suck in it and slowly started to move head back and forth.

"Oh yeah!" Marcus said. "Take a firm grip on my dick." He commanded.

I did as he said. I opened my eyes to see. He was so long that I could see most of my white and in his blackness. The sight was intoxicating, especially as it was my hand partially wrapped around him. Without think, I started to rub him back and forth in time with my mouth.

"Good girl." Marcus said with a chuckle. "I knew you wanted it in you."

Marcus just stood there and held my hair. He moved his hand back and forth, neither forcing me to take more or to speed up. I was going slow for a bit, taking my time and enjoying the taste and the sight. I started to take a little more of him, little by little.

"That's it. Take more but think you need some help." Marcus said. The next time I started to move forward, Marcus slowly thrust his hips forward. He also pulled my head into him.

His head slid deeper into my mouth, forcing my mouth to open wider. It was uncomfortable as my mouth had never been this wide, let alone from giving a blow job. It was also exhilarating, and I felt myself getting wetter.

Marcus's big head was nearly at the back of my throat when I tried to pull back. Instead, Marcus held me in place. He quickly grabbed part of the shaft I wasn't sucking or holding and he gave his cock a shake.

The sudden movement at the back of my throat caused me to try and cough but was muffled as Marcus held my head in place for another few seconds. When he finally released my, I let his cock fall from her mouth as she took a deep breath. A trail of saliva linked my mouth to his cock.

"Never sucked on this big." Marcus laughed. "Had to get that mouth wet. Spit on your hands." I obeyed without question or thought. I raised my had to my mouth and spit on it. "Both of them." He commanded. Again, I did what I was told. I took the other one off of him and spit on it before wrapping my hand back around it.

"Rub that spit on my cock. Use both hands." Marcus said as he started down at me and me looking up at him. I wrapped my other hand around his cock and used both to rub it. I needed him back in my mouth. I opened my mouth and started to suck and move my head at the same time. "That's it. Fast learner."