Steven's Mom
The school bell rang signaling the end of the school day. Steven rose from his seat, gathered his school supplies and made his way to his locker. His head was in his locker when he felt someone in his space. The person was close, almost intimately close, but this was no romantic gesture.
"Today's the day," Richie gloated mere inches from Steven's ear. "By the end of the day I'm going to be balls deep in your MILF mom's sweet pussy."
Steven turned to stare at the other boy. He wanted to hit the smirking jerk but knew better. Steven was good looking, but in a geeky way. He was tall and lanky with little in the way of muscle. Richie on the other hand was the captain of the football team, he was the prom king, and he had some decent muscle mass. In a fight between the two Steven would get crushed. Instead, Steven tried his best to ignore the bigger boy and instead made his way to the school bus.
As he rode the bus home, Steven couldn't help but think about everything that had led him to this day. Richie had been picking on, bullying, Steven since middle school. Steven had tried to get him to stop, teachers had talked to him, heck Richie had even been suspended from school over it. Finally, it had gotten so bad that Steven's mom, Stacy, had decided enough was enough and approached Richie telling him to stop. Richie had stared at her like a piece of meat before stating that he would absolutely stop bullying Steven if she was willing to pay the price. Stacy had agreed.
The bus dropped him right at his doorstep, and he opened the door to find his mother sitting on the couch a glass of wine dangling from her fingers.
"Hi baby," She smiled as she stood up and walked to him. "How was school today?"
"You know how it was."
"I'm sorry," She rubbed his shoulder. "Just a little longer and this will all be behind us."
Steven nodded and she glanced at her watch.
"Oops," She smiled at him. "Richie will be here soon. I better get ready. Why don't you get the living room set up while I do?"
With that she drained her glass of wine and walked toward her room. Was it just Steven's imagination or did she seem excited? He put the thought out of his mind and turned his attention to setting up the room. He made sure the music player was queued up. Then he carried one of the dining room chairs into the living room, setting it up so it faced the couch. Finally, he spread blankets and throws around the chair covering the floor.
"Baby," Stacy's voice rang from the bathroom. "Can you bring me a razor please?"
"Sure Mom," he replied as he carried out the task asked of him.
He brought the razor into the steamy bathroom where he found his mother peeking past the shower curtain. He handed the blade to his naked mother.
"Thanks, sweetie," she smiled. "Are you nervous?"
Steven nodded his head.
"Don't be sweetie," She ducked back behind the curtain. "This is going to be fun."
Steven returned to the living room. He sat on the couch browsing the internet on his phone while he waited for the guest of honor. His heel tapped a beat on the hardwood.
It was a while later when he heard the growl of a car motor. He recognized that growl. It belonged to a cherry red '71 Challenger. He knew the growl, and the owner too, because Richie wouldn't shut up about it at school.
He stood when there was a knock at the door.
"Hey there wimpy," Richie smirked as he shoved his way into the house, tossing his car keys onto the coffee table. "You ready to watch your sexy-as-hell mommy take this big dick?"
Richie chuckled as he grabbed at his crotch.
"Where is she anyway?" Richie stared at the weaker boy.
"I'm right here," Stacy replied as she stepped into the room.
Both of the eighteen-year-old boys stared at her. Steven had to admit that Richie had a point when he called Stacy things like "MILF" and "sexy". She wore a bright pink lingerie set that only showed off her large breasts, and shapely rear end. Her amazing legs were incased in black thigh high stockings, stilettoes finished off the ensemble. Here hair was done up, and she wore make up.
"Oh, I'm going to enjoy this," Richie glared tauntingly at Steven.
"I'm sure you are," Stacy breathed seductively as she stroked the boy's bulging bicep.
"What's up with the chair?" Richie finally noticed said item, smart he was not. "Is this for bitch-boy? Is this where he's going to watch us from huh? Why don't you take a seat wimpy,"
"No Richard," Stacy interrupted. "That seat's for you. Why don't you take a seat so I can give you a lap dance baby?"
"Oh yeah," Richie took the chair. "I'm going to enjoy this."
"I'm sure you will," Stacy traced her hand across his jaw. "But let's make sure we all understand the terms of our little get-together. Steven watches us have sex, and you stop bullying him, correct?"
"Sure," Amusement twinkled in Richie's eye. "You fuck me, and I'll leave him alone, but I'll let you know that you're going to enjoy this so much that you won't want me to leave you alone."
"Right then," Stacy smiled. "I sure hope this is memorable, baby. Steven, turn on the music."
Steven rushed to where the radio sat behind the chair, his hand trembled as he reached to hit the button. With the press of a button, dance music spread throughout the room. Stacy began dancing. Richie was in heaven. His cock swelled. As she rubbed on him, he reached up to grope her.
"No no no," She teased as she pushed his hands down by his sides. "Hands to yourself for now, baby. Just enjoy the dance and let me get these pants down."
With that Stacy bent down and started working on his jeans. Richie raised his hips to help. She didn't take the garment completely off him, instead just leaving them binding his ankles. She then stood and went back to dancing, occasionally rubbing across the bulge growing in his boxers.
Richie left his hands at his sides and threw his head back letting out a moan before smirking at Steven. Just as quickly as he acknowledged the other boy, he dismissed him turning back to the dancing woman.
Stacy's panty clad pussy was moving over Richie's crotch. He couldn't help but stare at her dusky nipples that were just barely visible through her lacy bra.
Oh man this woman was sexy. Richie was tempted to reach up, to take her large firm breasts in his hand. He was enraptured by her. In fact, he was so enraptured with her breasts moving across his face that he didn't notice the sly smirk and single nod she shot Steven. Before he could take matters, and tits, into his own hands he felt cuffs enclose his wrists and tighten down.
"What the fuck is this?" Richie called out.
It took him a minute to realize that with his pants around his ankles and his hands lashed he was effectively unable to move. He was like a pig at a rodeo.
Stacy and Steven had worked on this surprise for days, ever since Richie said that the only way, he would leave Steven alone was if he got to fuck Steven's mom. The duo had practiced how to quickly cuff his wrist and had even had hard points installed into the room's hardwood floor.
"I thought we were going to fuck!" Richie accused Stacy.
"Oh, someone is getting fucked, but it isn't you." A female voice drifted from the hallway leading to the home's bedrooms.
The trio turned to take in the owner of the voice.
"Mom!" Richie exclaimed. "What are you doing here?"
Indeed, it was Richie's mom, Evalyn. Like Stacy, she was a sexy MILF although Richie would beat up anyone who called her such. Her breasts were smaller than the other woman's, but still ample. Her hair was a beautiful blonde, and her skin carried a delicious tan. Her beauty was only amplified by the lingerie she wore. Her lingerie matched Stacy's in style but not color. Instead, she wore pure white, like a virgin bride. Heck a veil even adorned her stylized hair.
"For years I've told you to stop bullying people," Evalyn shook a finger at her son. "You've been suspended. You've been grounded and you keep bullying. And now you're trying to rape people."
"I didn't try to rape anyone," Richie defended himself.
"Trying to force someone who doesn't want to have sex with you into having sex with you is rape," Stacy scolded the bound boy.
"And now," Evalyn continued. "You're going to pay the price."
She blatantly made eye contact with Steven. A seductive smile spread across her painted lips. She raised her hand, crooking her finger as him in a "come here" gesture. Steven smiled stupidly as he crossed over to her. She grabbed him by the shirt and dragged him in front of the couch. She turned so her back was to him before bending at the waist and sliding her lacy, pearly thong down her shapely legs. She perched herself on the edge of the couch. She laid back, spreading her legs and placing her heels on the edge of the couch cushion, exposing her recently shaved beaver to all gathered in the room.
"Mom!" Richie's voice reached notes that are typically only found in Rogers and Hammerstein musicals. "What are you doing?"
"I told you," The calm response was colder than the artic. "Someone here is getting fucked. Now Steven, why don't you put that tongue of yours to work?"
