Bobby was awakened by the sound of loud voices. At first he wasn't sure what was happening, then he realized his Helen and her husband were arguing, and her husband sounded very angry. He got out of bed, slipped into his jeans and a sweatshirt, and headed for the kitchen.
"Goddammit, Helen, I've had just about all I'm going to take from you!" the big man roared just as Bobby walked into the room. He pulled his hand back and was about to hit his wife, who was cowering at the kitchen counter.
Bobby, scared that Mr. Parker would hit Helen, coughed. He didn't know what else to do.
Mort turned, red-faced, his hand still raised, and stared at Bobby. A sheepish look formed on his face and he lowered his hand and scratched his belly, trying t act as it that's what he planned to do all along. "I...I gotta get going," the big man stammered. "The guys are waiting for me to play golf." He crossed the kitchen with long strides and disappeared out the door.
"Bobby... you... you'll have... to... to get you... your own breakfast," Helen stammered. Red-faced, she brushed by the startled young man and headed down the hallway toward her bedroom. He heard her bedroom door slam.
Bobby decided that breakfast could wait, turned, and walked down the hall to the Parkers' bedroom. He opened the door and saw Helen lying on the bed with her back to the door, sobbing softly. He walked across the room and sat down on the bed.
"Are you OK?" he asked softly.
"Bobby, I...I'm fine," Helen replied. She sniffled a little. She hated the fact that he'd seen what he did. What must he think of her?
"Helen, does your husband hit you?" Bobby asked.
Helen, extremely ashamed, nodded. "Some...sometimes," she sobbed.
"You shouldn't let him do that," the young man said, laying his hand on her shoulder. "That's not right."
"It...it will be all... all right," Helen murmured. She sniffled a little more. "I...I can handle it."
"You have to do something!" Bobby said. "If you don't, he could hurt you bad! In school they told us that if women don't do something to stop men from beating them, it keeps getting worse!"
"What...what can I do?" Helen sobbed.
"You could get a restraining order," Bobby said. "That's what they taught us in school. "That way the cops can stop him."
Helen was confused. She knew what the young man was saying was important, but he was rubbing her shoulder and his gentle touch was thrilling her and making it hard for her to think clearly! "Do...do you think I...I should...do...should do that, Bobby?" she stammered.
"Yeah, I do," Bobby replied. "I don't want you to let that man keep hurting you."
While the young man caressed Helen's arm through her robe, he became aware there were powerful feelings awakening inside him. For a minute he paused his moving hand, then he let it continue. Maybe the best thing he could do for Helen was to give her the tenderness and loving she wasn't getting from her husband.
His caresses grew bolder and as they did, Helen shifted position, moving closer to him. "Oh, Bobby," she whispered, "you're the only one who really cares for me." She needed him! She desperately wanted to have him make love to her and satisfy her. Thinking about how it felt when his big, hard cock spewed his hot juices into her gave her a funny feeling in her stomach.
"I want to take care of you," the young man said softly, "I don't want you to be upset." His hand slid into the neck of the robe.
A shudder raced through Helen when the young man's hand began caressing her bare chest. "Oh, Bobby! Do you have any idea how wonderful that makes me feel?" she crooned, her voice low. His touch was like nothing she'd known. He was always so gentle with her. He was concerned about her and what she needed!
"I think I do," Bobby replied. He stood up, took off his clothes, then he laid down and pressed his naked body spoon-fashion, against hers. His hand again slid inside her robe, onto her breast, and moved to her already-erect nipple.
"Oh, Bobby!" Helen murmured as delight swept through her. She pressed her wonderfully formed bottom against him and could feel his hardness pressing against her. "You do know how to make me feel good, don't you?"
Bobby kept fondling her breast while she responded more and more fervently. His cock, hard as steel now, pressed harder and harder against her buttocks as she moved against him.
He managed to get her robe off and, once the garment was gone, his naked body came in contact with hers. His rigid prong stabbed between the full mounds of her buttocks and he heard her murmur with delight.
"Ohhh!! Bobby!!!" Helen crooned. She moved her bottom and his rigid penis worked against it enticingly. "That feels wonderful!"
Bobby slid his hand down over Helen's belly and between her legs. She gasped. "I love the way you touch me, Bobby!" she purred. "You're always so gentle!" She gasped again when his fingers brushed over her clit.
"Bobbeeeeee!!! My Godddd!!!!" She groaned. She couldn't keep still. Her body moved insistently while his fingers strummed her swollen, nerve-filled clit. "Ohhhhhh!!! Ohhhhhhh!!!!"
The insistent movement of her body against it was doing wild things to Bobby's cock which was now trapped between the warm, soft cheeks of her bottom. It felt so nice, Bobby thought he would come that way if it kept up and realized he wouldn't mind if he did.