A Mother's Downfall Son's Revenge.

[Author's note: This is a follow-up story based on @AmaraSexy's story called "Mother Fantasy, Son's Downfall". A shoutout to @AmaraSexy for allowing me permission to write a follow-up story.]

[Author's note: I got permission from them to post this.]

Just as the Rachael on the giant tv screen uttered those words, the front room was filled with angry voices.

All of them targeted at Rachel, who stood there in disbelief. Collin said that the video was for his personal use. Why did he send it to her family? Why damage what was already damaged?

Why?

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"How could you?" screamed her 19 year old daughter Kate, "How could you do such a disgusting thing like this to Michael? You're sick, mom! Sick!"

She then felt the sharp pang on the side of her face as Kate smacked her hard. Then, afterward, Kate stormed off to her bedroom. Slamming her bedroom door behind her.

Why was this happening to her? It was just a harmless fantasy. Her mind wonders to Michael. To how... disgusted, she was by him trying to kill himself over something so stupid. This was HIS fault. She was doing this for HIM! And yet she's the villain?

No... it was hers. She was the villain.

The next person to leave was her brother, who couldn't look at her as he walked out of the house in shock.

"This is seriously fucked up Rachel," Richard's sister Rose said, "why would you do something like that? We nearly lost Michael because of you!"

Her sister-in-law then got up from the couch and made her way toward the hallway where Kate's room was.

The last people to leave were her parents. Rachel's mom was crying as her father lead her outside the house. Both of them refusing to look at Rachel as they walked past her. Leaving only Richard and Rachel alone in the living room now.

She started moving towards him. He has to understand. This was just a fantasy she HAD to experience. Michael wasn't hurt by this. Surely he would understand and take her side.

No... he was hurt by this. After all, he almost killed himself because it WAS that bad.

"Don't you fucking dare," Richard said without turning around to look at her, "I don't want to see your face right now."

"Richard I'm sorry," Rachel pleaded, "I know this doesn't excuse what I did, but I wanted you to know that. I never intended for this to happen."

"How long has this been going on?" Richard asked.

"Richard..." she said stepping closer to him.

"HOW FUCKING LONG RACHEL?" Richard shouted.

She lowered her head.

"Four months," Rachel muttered.

He turned to look at her. Anger etched on his face.

"You've been fucking some nineteen year old punk who was bullying our son for four months?!" Richard said, "You... fucking cheated on me for four months with our son's bully?"

She cringes at him saying that.

"Why?" Richard asked, "Why would you do something like this? We almost lost Michael because of your stupidity Rachel. It's your fault that we're he's in the hospital."

Again that statement stung. She knew it was her fault.

"I'm sorry," she cried, "I don't know what came over me."

"I call bullshit on that statement," Richard said, "you knew exactly what you were doing."

"I did for Michael!" Rachel protested, "If you were here half the time you would know..."

"SHUT UP!" Richard shouted, "I HAD ENOUGH OF YOUR DAMN BULLSHIT! WAS THAT WHERE YOU WERE WHEN MICHAEL WAS IN THE HOSPITAL? SEEING YOUR 19 YEAR OLD BOYFRIEND?!"

Again that statement struck true. Because she WAS at Collin's house. She was going to leave her family for him. But Collin refused to commit to their relationship and told her to get off his property. Stating that he already got what he wanted from her.

"Our son almost died and you were only thinking about yourself," Richard continued.

"I did this for HIM," Rachel said, "the bullying was getting worse and the school wasn't doing anything about it."

"That's a lie right there," Richard stated, "because the school contacted me recently and told me that you told them to take my number from their emergency contact information. That I was "too busy" to worry about my son's well-being."

She opened her mouth to speak, but nothing came out.

"I want you out of this house Rachel," Richard stated.

Rachel started sobbing as he said that to her. Her own husband... was throwing her out because of a four month affair with her son's bully.

"Where am I supposed to go?" she asked.

"Stay at a motel for all I care!" Richard said, "or better yet... ask your "lover" if you can stay with him!"

Rachel collapsed to the floor and continued crying.

"I didn't mean for a-any o-of this to h-happen!" she sobbed, "C-Collin said he'd leave M-Michael alone if I d-did this! I'm a victim here t-too!"

Richard had to stop himself from hitting her. How dare she say that she was a victim.

"You disgust me," Richard spat out, "even after every thing that happened, you still only think of yourself."

Rachael stares up at him.

"Don't you think I didn't know about your little fucked up fantasies?" Richard continued, "Was our sex life that unappealing to you? YOU FUCKED HIM IN OUR HOME RACHEL!"

She stared wide eyed at him.

"H-How did you know that?" she asked.

"I had hidden cameras installed this past year," Richard stated, "to think you'd bring our son's bully to our home and do those disgusting things with him!"

He was referring to the many times Rachael brought Collin over to her house and engaged in many sexual acts including piss play/golden showers. Mostly all of their activities were done on Michael's bed. Which Rachel refused to clean until the very last second.

Rachel buried her face in her hands. She thought she was being careful about that. She had no idea Richard had hidden cameras placed throughout the house. Did that mean he knew about their other secret place? The motel room she booked on occasions?

"So tell me how you are a victim here too?" Richard asked mockingly, "If anything you're a hypocrite and a liar."

She continued to sob uncontrollably. Crying out how sorry she was. Asking for another chance. To make amends. To atone for what she did.

"Leave." Richard stated, "Leave this house before I throw you out."

Rachel got up from her knees and walked towards the front door. She knew that she fucked up and it was all Collin's fault.

No... her fault. She was as much a bully as he was to Michael. But at the time, the experience excited her. Collin was the only one who knew about her fantasies and in turn acted on them with her with some of his own.

As she left the house, she glanced upward towards her daughter's window. Where Kate and her sister-in-law stared at her with disgust on their faces. She then walked towards her car and got in. Driving off towards the motel she and Collin used as discreet meeting point. Except this time, it was just her. Alone in a motel room.

Dark thoughts raced through her head. What does she have to lose now? Her family kicked her out, her son is in the ICU because he tried to take his own life, her former teen lover dumped her because he didn't need her anymore.

In a last ditch effort, she takes out her phone and calls the one person who made her feel good.

Collin.

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She sat on the edge of her motel bed waiting, when there was a knock on the door. Anxiously, she gets up to open it. Collin walks into the motel room, as Rachel closes the door behind them.

"Give me one good reason why I should do this?" he asked, "Because from where I'm standing, our relationship is over. We both used each other. Your pathetic little son is in the hospital. What more is there?"

She couldn't think of a word to say. She was adamant on seeing him. Wanting to put the major fight she had with her family out of her mind. So instead she takes off her shirt. Exposing her breasts to the cool air of the motel room.

"I need this... please!" she begged.

"Such a slut you are!" Collin laughed, "Were you so desperate for my cock that you called me up after I ended things between us?"

"I am!" she said, "I'm a dumb whore who needs to be fucked like the slut she is!"

She then removes her jeans and stands in just her pink frilly panties. The front was damp from how wet she was.

"Spoken like a true whore," Collin stated, "Get on your knees then bitch!"

Rachel obeyed without question.

He then unzipped the front of his jeans and exposes his lengthy and thick cock. It droops out in front of her.

"Prove to me that you are worth the time" he stated, "then maybe I'll think about fucking you."

The thought of Collin's dick inside her, made Rachel tremble. Despite being 19, he had the cock and stamina of a man.

Wordlessly, she crawled over to him and opened her mouth wide. Then wraps her lips over his bulbous tip and plunges her mouth down to his base. His pubic hair tickling her nose in the process. She then sliding her lips alongside his meaty shaft.

Both of her hand began working to unbuckle his jeans and pull them down his thighs.

"You're lucky I was in a pent up mood." he said, "otherwise I would've have bothered to see your skanky ass again."

"Thwank wou four dweeming two swee mwe!" Rachel choked out.

"Damn straight you should feel grateful!" Collin said, "You're still lucky that your body is still fucking attractive old hag!"

The insults were making her wet.

Time ticked on and Rachel was giving it her all to satisfy Collin. She wanted him to fuck her. To use her as a cheat whore.

Collin grunted as Rachel used her best techniques to please him. She knew he liked her deep throating him.

"Yeah suck me sloppily bitch!" Collin grunted.

Saliva was dribbling down her chin as Collin enjoyed her blowing him.

One of her hands reached between her legs and started rubbing her clit.

Collin notices this and grabs Rachel by her hair. Yanking her upward and away from his cock.

"No!" she pouted in protest, "Please let me continue."

"Who the fuck gave you permission to start playing with yourself?" Collin asked.

A hard smack against her cheek.

"Who?" he asked.

"No one," she said.

He drags her towards the bed and throws her on it.

"Get in position bitch," Collin demanded as he stepped out of his jeans.

Rachel sighed with relief as she got on all fours. Collin violently grabs her waist and plunges forward. She then cries out as Collin began fucking her hard.

"This is all you'll be good for," Collin grunted in time with his thrusts, "a cheap whore working out of a cheap motel room."

"I live for your cock now!" Rachel said, "amy family doesn't matter to me anymore! They can all rot in hell!"

"Even your son Michael?" Collin said.

"E-Even that... fucking loser Michael," Rachel said, "I'm yours and yours alone!"

Secretly unknown to Rachel, Collin was video recording the whole thing. His phone aimed at her ass, as he fucked her from behind.

"Now we're getting somewhere," Collin said, "tell me what you really think about him?"

"I'm... glad he's in the hospital!" Rachel said, "He's ungrateful for all the things I do for him!"

That got a sharp slap on her right cheek. Rachel moans in pleasure.

"I would've been glad if he really killed himself," Collin said.

Rachel was too focused on the pleasure being delivered to her to even comment anything back. Which was fine by Collin.

Time ticked on in that motel room. Both now fully engrossed in each other's body. Rachel buried her face in the pillows as Collin bottomed out inside her. Muffling her own orgasm in the process. Squirting while his cock was still buried deep in her.

She then slide off his cock afterward and fell face first into the middle of the bed. Her mind totally broken at this point. His cum oozing out of her sore and spasming pussy.

"Great fuck Rachel," Collin said as he panted, "always knew you were a cheap whore in the end."

He then tossed thirty dollars next to her.

He starts gathering his clothes and began getting dressed. Rachel fell into a deep slumber afterward.

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When Michael came to a few weeks later in the hospital, the first thing he thought was, "Why didn't they let me die?"

He glanced around the room groggily and saw his sister sitting by the edge of his bed reading a book. She locked eyes with him and dropped the book she was reading onto the floor.

"You're awake!" she cried, "Are you okay? Do you need me to fetch you anything?"

He couldn't mutter out a word before she flung her arms around him and gave him a tight hug.

"Kate... you're crushing me," Michael said weakly.

She quickly lets him go.

"Oh, sorry about that," she apologized, "It's just... I'm happy you're okay now."

She gets up from his bed and walks towards the doorway.

"Everyone's been worried about you," she said, "I'll go tell them you're awake now."

She quickly let the room as a nurse came in to do her rounds. Upon noticing that Michael was awake, she asked how he was feeling and started to remove the drip from his arm.

His only question to her was to ask how long he was out for. The nurse checked her chart and said about three weeks. That he was admitted to the hospital after he was found in the bathroom with his wrists cut. Then added by saying that he was lucky the cut wasn't deep enough to kill him. But then continued by saying that because of the botched suicide attempt, Michael partially severed some motor function in his both his hands because of it. So he would need to do some rehabilitation in order to get some function back in his hands.

His sister came back in a short while later, with their father, their aunt Rose, both sets of their grandparents and their uncle. All of them cried tears of joy, as they now know that he was okay. His aunt smothered him with a tight hug, same as both his grandparents. Then they begn to chide him afterward for how stupid it was of him to do such a thing. Michael knew that they were right. It was a dumb thing. But at the time, it was the only answer to him. He wanted to escape from all the pain he was suffering from.

His dad placed a reassuring hand on Michael's shoulder and asked what he remembered leading up to his apparent suicide.

Michael sighed and stated that he knew very little. Then asked his dad where his mom was. Everyone glanced at each other.

"Where's mom?" Michael repeated.

"She... left," his dad said with anger tinged in his voice, "everyone here can testify to that."

His aunt then hugged him again.

"Think back more Michael," she said gently, "did anything happen leading up to your arrival here?"

Michael thought hard. There were bits and pieces he could recollect. Something about his mom giving him something to drink and then drove him somewhere. Then it was blank until he woke up to seeing his mom and his bully having sex in front of him. Then...?

Michael covers his mouth as he suddenly remembers what transpired that day. His mom forced him to drink her urine. Right after Collin pissed on him. Calling him a toilet and a fucking loser afterward. The last image he remembered was his mom bent over as Collin fucked her in front of him. Her sweaty breasts swaying back and forth as Collin plowed her repeatedly.

He then threw up afterward. Covering his sheets in greenish stinking bile.

His uncle started to pat his back and told Michael that everything was going to be okay now.

Michael looked up at his uncle.

"Okay?" he said, "None of this was okay! She... drugged me. Mom drugged me! Then... then..."

His sister pushed the uncle out of the way and sat next to Michael. Wrapping her arms around him consolingly.

"You don't need to remind any of that," she said softly.

She then looked at their dad who began ushering everyone out of the room, except for their aunt and his sister. Both sat on either side of Michael comforting him.

"Where's mom?" he asked again.

Kate looked at their aunt, before sighing and told Michael about the video that was sent to their house.

"Mom's not coming back Michael," Kate said, "dad was very clear on that with her. She even had the notion to say that she was a victim too. That Collin made her do those things."

"Which we now know were false," his aunt said, "she willingly drugged you and made you drink her... urine."

"She also admitted to have been sleeping with him for four months," Kate added, "she'd even bring him over to our house and... did stuff with him."

"Mostly in your room Michael," his aunt said, "your dad had hidden cameras installed throughout the house and that's how he found out. Plus there was also the videotape that was delivered to our house three weeks ago."

"I still want to see her," Michael said, "I need to know why."

Both his sister and aunt looked at one another.

"We want to know that answer too," his sister said, "because mom wasn't like this until after that visit to the principal's office."

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Rachel's phone buzzed on the nightstand as she was blowing Collin. Her lips wrapped around his shaft as she worshipped his cock.

"Sounds like you're being summoned bitch," Collin grunted.

She reached for her phone and saw that it was from a text from Richard.

"Michael woke up just a while ago," it read, "he was asking for you."

"Give me ten minutes," Rachel texted back.

She then continued sucking Collin's dick. Her phone vibrated again. She glances at the new message from Richard.

"You do it now," Richard texted back, "not in ten minutes- now. Or don't bother coming at all."

Sighing, she pops her mouth from his cock and gives it a few hard yanks afterward. Cum then shoots out of his tip in thick ropes. Landing on her arm and his stomach, which she lustfully licks up immediately.

"You really going to see that fucking loser son of yours?" Collin asked as she licked up the spillage on his stomach.

She nods her head. Eyes locked on him.

"Seriously wished he did succeed in killing himself," Collin stated, "it's what he deserves for always getting me in trouble."

Just as Rachel starts to grab her clothes, Collin pulls her back onto the bed.

"Did you forget that I paid for your services?" he asked.

She blushes and shook her head no.

"Then I demand that you fully satisfy me," Collin stated, "who the fuck cares about that fucker."

He then rammed his cock into her as Rachel instinctively clung to him. Her phone vibrated again. Only this time, she ignored it and focused on pleasuring Collin with her pussy.

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"That fucking.... b-" Richard was about to shout. Only to stop himself short of actually saying that word.

His sister came out into the hallway.

"Something wrong?" she asked.

He sighed in frustration.

"Rachel said that she didn't want to see Michael anymore," Richard stated.

"Your point?" Rose said.

"That was my point Rose," Richard stated, "Rachel said she doesn't want to see Michael."

"Well that's going to upset Michael," Rose said, "because he wants to know why she did want she did to him."

"He'll understand," Richard said, "Michael will understand eventually that his mom is a sick and disgusting person."

"I still can't believe she'd do that to her own son." his sister said, "So she can what? Live out a disgusting perverted fantasy?"

He sighs and steps into Michael's hospital room. Hearing the end of Kate's conversation with him.

".... and the whole class was canceled because of that." Kate said.

Michael saw his dad approaching them and gives him a weak smile.

"So... is mom on her way?" Michael then asked.

"Kate... can you step into the hallway for a few minutes please?" Richard said without looking at her.

"Okay... I'll go to the vending machine and get something to drink," she gives Michael a reassuring smile and walks out of the room.