My mom, Cindy, insisted that I invite Roger, the guy that has been bullying me both at school and in the neighborhood ceaselessly for the last 6 months, over for dinner. She believed that he was a nice guy at heart and that we would hit it off if I had just extended an invitation.
I tried to tell her about all the things he does to me, but she shrugged it off with her usual gentle expression and contacted Roger personally...
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Roger arrived promptly at 6 and Mom greeted him at the door. "Good evening", Roger responded politely as he handed my mom a rose he bought as a gift. "How lovely...thank you Roger", Mom replied, pecking Roger on the cheek.
Roger looked in my direction and smirked as Mom tended to the rose. He was quite the charmer and knew how to get people to overlook his bullying ways and onto his side.
"Now, what do you say to our guest?", Mom looked at me and asked. Roger's cool demeanor did not crumble as I reluctantly greeted him. Just as Mom turned away he shot me a worrisome grin which immediately made me feel nervous.
He abruptly broke eye contact with me and began staring at my mom's ass as she finished setting the table.I was about to say something, but stopped knowing that Roger would easily spin it.
As the night progressed, Mom became engrossed in conversation with my bully, always responding to him so sweetly no matter what he asked. Roger would find ways to compliment Mom whenever he could. At one point, I wasn't even sure if they knew I was still there.
When I did try to say something, Mom shushed me and said not to interrupt Roger. He noticed and smirked, almost a bit triumphantly, when that happened. Gradually, Roger got bolder and turned casual conversation into brazen flirting.
"That's a really nice outfit...you're quite fashionable", he would say. Roger was clearly checking out my mom's cleavage, among other things. I really would not have wanted her to dress the way she was in front of my bully, who was savoring the view.
I was expecting her to rebuff him at this point, but she was completely charmed. She giggled and blushed in response to his flirtations...she even allowed him to hold her hand briefly at one point.
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"Wow, it's already so late" I proclaimed, trying to put an end to all this. "Oh my, it is", Mom commented, clearly having lost track of time. I was practically reaching for the door, until I heard Mom address Roger once more,
"You know...probably shouldn't be returning home this late....you are more than welcome to stay the night if you want." Mom smiled wholeheartedly.
"What!?" I had to stop from shouting. Clearly seeing my discomfort, Roger gratefully accepted my mom's offer.
"Great! You can stay in his room.", Mom excitedly gave Roger my room for the night, without so much as asking how I felt about all this.
"But!" I tried to object, but was immediately overruled by Mom.
"Of course he will, he's the guest after all. You'll be fine on the couch for one night", Mom declared with her usual graceful, yet firm tone. Roger couldn't hold back his grin as he looked on.
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It was around 11. I was preparing the couch, with absolutely no help from Mom. She was busy making sure that Roger was comfortable for the night and seemed to have no time for me. She had been going out of her way to ingratiate herself to my bully all night and it was unsettling.
She insists that it's just hospitality, since he's our 'guest', but there was clearly something going on here. I knew that Roger was flirting with my mom to torment me, but she wasn't actually attracted to him....right? She was just acting like a good host would.
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After Mom finished getting ready for bed, she decided to check on Roger one last time before going to sleep. She had already checked on him once prior to this, making sure he had everything he needed. Roger was definitely getting her full attention. She didn't check on me at all.
Meanwhile, Roger was laying in my bed, fully nude and masturbating vigorously. He saw that I had left my PC on when he entered the room earlier. That's when he decided to record a video of him jerking off to my mom in my bed and leave it for me to stumble upon the next day.
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Mom knocked lightly on the door and called out sweetly to Roger, who was completely engrossed in what he was doing. Hearing no response for a while, she opened the door all the way out of concern and looked inside. He noticed the door opening and looked up, his eyes meeting with Mom's. Mom jumped in surprised and held her hands over her mouth in an effort to muffle her gasp.