Bill O'Reilly was always a bully.
In school he'd pick on most everyone. With his height and large frame, he could kick pretty much anyone's ass.
But he never fought much with the other jocks. Usually he'd pick on the smaller kids, since they were easier and more fun to push around.
He especially enjoyed beating up on this retarded kid in a wheelchair.
Bill and his jock buddies would sometimes dump the kid out of the wheelchair, and give him purple nurples and wedgies, just for laughs.
Bill was reviled by the majority of his peers, from elementary to high school, and being such a bully, none of the girls ever liked Bill.
Plus when he went to an all-boys Catholic high school he never got much of a chance to meet any.
That didn't mean he didn't like or want girls, though. Quite the contrary. He jerked off to them constantly, and found solace in porn.
All throughout high school he'd stay home beating off to porn while everyone else was out having "free love," dating, and fucking in back seats of cars.
Bill loved porn but didn't only enjoy traditional, girl/guy stuff.
Actually he got bored of that pretty fast. His attentions soon turned to harder core shit, fist fucking, anal, gang bangs, interracial, but what really caught his fancy was incest porn.
Once he turned eighteen he went to XXX movie theaters countless times and masturbated to the underground incest films they showed, mostly ones from France.
Maybe the reason he got into incest porn so deeply was because many of the MILFs in those films reminded him of his own mother.
Bill had always had more than just a usual love for his mom. And this could be understood, as his mom was a stone cold fox.
She was tall, around 5'9, with long, lean legs that led up to a perky, tight apple of an ass. Her abs were tight, too, from her daily aerobics routine and her tits were biggish C cups that showed a slight sag from age, but still bounced in all the right ways.
What Bill liked most about her, though, was her curly sandy brown hair, which she usually wore in a cute bun, and, most of all, her face.
Her face was simply angelic. It was almond shaped, with high cheek bones and glittery blue eyes that were intoxicating to him.
Around most people Bill was a belligerent asshole, but to his mom, when he looked into those eyes, he became a gentle child.
He loved to watch his mom, spy on her doing the housework, stare at her sexy body, and sometimes rummage through her underwear drawer when she wasn't home and sniff at her panties.
But his real bag was to watch his mom do aerobics in front of the TV in the morning. Bill would tip toe down the stairs from his bedroom and peep in on her from behind the open doorway of the living room.
He'd scope out her ass in those tight spandex pants she wore and touched himself a bit before running back upstairs, locking himself in the bathroom and beating off furiously to the thought of pulling down those spandex pants, bringing her down to the floor, and fucking the hell out of his mom's sweet pussy.
It wasn't long after Bill's eighteenth birthday that his mom turned her head one morning, mid-lunge, and caught Bill staring at her, hand down his pants.
"Bill!" she screamed, "what are you doing?!"
"Uh, nothing, Mom!" Bill exclaimed nervously, whipping his hand quickly out of his pants, turning around, and running upstairs.
After that, Bill and his mom didn't talk for nearly two weeks. Bill wouldn't even look her in the eye at family meals and his mom awkwardly kept her silence as well.
Bill's mom decided to keep the sliding door to the living room shut during her aerobics routines to avoid future encounters.
Following the day Bill got caught, his bullying severely worsened and he beat the kid in the wheelchair so badly that the kid was sent to the hospital.
Facing expulsion, Bill's high school principal had a meeting with Bill and his mom. Bill's dad wasn't there, because, as always, he was away on business.
"So, we know Bill likes to roughhouse with other students, but this is going too far. What exactly precipitated this? Has something been going on at home?" The principal asked, eying both mother and son curiously.
Neither answered.
"Well, given the fact that Bill has done well here academically, and is a star goalie for our hockey team, I'm not going to expel him, provided that he makes a full apology to the boy he beat up, and that Bill's father pays all the boy's medical expenses, which shouldn't be a problem, considering your family's financial situation."
"However, some punishment is in order. I'm going to suspend Bill for five school days. And we're going to take a zero tolerance policy with him. Even the slightest infraction and he's expelled, no questions asked. Got it, Bill?"
Bill sneered and nodded.
"All right then. I hope you take this time to think about what you've done. I'll see you in a week."
The principal and Mrs. O'Reilly shook hands solemnly and Bill and his mom headed out to the parking lot and got into her black Mercedes Benz station wagon.
On the way back, Bill's mom broke the icy silence.
"Bill, I've been thinking about what happened."
"Look, mom, I'm..."
"Bill, at first it scared me, but then I thought about it, and, well, I'm kind of flattered that a young man would take an interest in me, especially since your father, he..."
"But anyway, you shouldn't be sneaking around, looking at me like that. You need to start dating some girls your own age."
"Girls don't like me."
"Of course they don't like you when you go around beating up on kids in wheelchairs!"
"But he's a retard. I hate retards. They're stupid and dumb when they talk, making all those 'eh' 'eh' 'eh' sounds."
"Bill, that's just so insensitive. You never act so awfully around me. How come you treat others like that?"
"I don't know."
"You'll never get a girlfriend if you don't quit being such a jerk."
"I told you, girls don't like me."
"Have you ever had a girlfriend?"
"No."
"Have you ever asked a girl out?"
"No."
"So you've never been on a date?"
"No."
"You're eighteen years old and have never been out with a girl?"
