Bully Moves In Next Door Pt 08

I hear the faint bang of the back door around nine. Pausing my game, the muffled noises of conversation penetrate my shut door.

It's been several hours since I fled the Pachis' barbecue after catching Stanley fucking mom up against the side of his house. Whether either her or Tim had noticed my absence remains somewhat of a question. Neither of them had come looking for me or even sent so much as an inquiring text of my whereabouts.

So, I'd settled in and queued up my console, immersing myself in Skyrim in order to drown out the noise from next door as well as the memories of the last few hours, continuing uninterrupted until now.

Getting up, I ease open the door and step into the hallway to make my way toward the staircase, hearing Stanley's deep baritone voice from below.

"Where do you want him?"

"Just on the couch," mom replies.

Squatting on the landing, I press myself against the wall and take a few gentle steps down, peering into the living room just in time to see Stanley walking toward the couch with an unconscious Tim slung over his shoulder.

He unceremoniously dumps him face up onto the cushions. Tim is completely out, his left arm dangling off the side of the couch while his mouth is ajar. Stanley towers above him, a mildly derisive look plastered across his face as he stares down at Tim.

"Thanks for bringing him in," mom says.

"Sure thing."

Stanley watches as Tim's head flops over to the side, partially hanging over the edge. He gives a quick shake of his head in disgust before being replaced with an evil smile.

"Hey, watch this," he says, moving around to the front of the couch.

Widening his stance, he pulls down the waistband of his mesh shorts extracts his large cock and balls. Stepping forward, his scrotum hovers just above Tim's face for a few seconds before he begins a series of squats, teabagging him.

Stanley's heavy, hairy nuts repeatedly drop onto Tim's face and in his mouth as he gives mom a stupid grin. She slaps a hand over her mouth, attempting to cover her laughter as she watches nearby.

"Quick, snap a pic," he prompts, tossing his phone at her.

Mom holds it up, taking a picture of Stanley squatting over Tim, his fat, fuzzy nads resting against his open mouth and nose while he sticks his tongue out at the camera and gives the middle finger.

"Got it," she said.

"Show me."

She walks toward him and holds out her phone for him to see.

He gives a big laugh, "I'm gonna make that shit my wallpaper."

Looking down, he grins at his ballsack still laying against Tim.

"His face is gonna smell like my sweaty nuts tomorrow morning," he gives a few gentle thrusts, dragging his sack from Tim's chin up to his forehead and back down again.

"Mmm, I love when you assert your dominance," mom says seductively, reaching out with her left hand and taking Stanley's long dick in her grip. "It's so primitive and sexy."

She begins slowly jerking his cock, looking into his eyes which seem to smolder with intense desire and possession, a small, cruel smile on his face.

"That's how a real man behaves," he tells her huskily, reaching up and roughly grasping both of her tits through her dress. "I'm not only reminding you of his place in my house but of your place as well, slut."

He begins kneading her tits as she jerks his cock until it's throbbing in her hand. I can see some precum leak out of the tip and dribble onto Tim's face.

"Suck it," Stanley commands.

Mom squats down until she's level with his tool and quickly engulfs it in her mouth. Stanley inhales deeply as she takes several deep swallows of his cock.

My own cock is throbbing my shorts from picturing Tim waking up to Stanley's balls draped across his face and mom hovering above, inhaling his thick meat, leaving me with the urge to bust right then and there.

Stanley has his head tilted back and his eyes closed as mom vigorously works his pole with her mouth, sliding her plump lips tightly around his girthy shaft as it slides down her throat.

"Fuck yeah," he mutters. "You serve me so well, skank."

Mom just moans along his cock, slowing down to suck him with long swallows, savoring the taste and feel of his donkey dick in her mouth. Releasing him, she gently licks the underside of his head with the tip of her tongue, teasing him until a harsh shiver wracks his body.

"God damn, come here," he grabs her arm roughly and marches her to the couch opposite the one Tim is passed out on. He quickly pushes down his mesh shorts and kicks them away.

Sitting down in the center of the couch, he strips off his tank top and tosses it aside, leaving him completely naked except for the slides on his feet. Stanley beckons mom with one of his hands as he spreads his legs, leaving his big dick protruding straight up out of the thick bushel of dark pubic hair that covers his groin.

Stepping forward, he grabs her by the waist and turns her around so that she's facing Tim's unconscious body and pushes the hem of her dress up, revealing her bare, curvy ass. Stanley runs his large hand down her left cheek, giving it a sharp whack before gripping it tightly.

"You ready to be violated by my dick, bitch?"

"God, yes!"

"Second time today, and in front of your fiancé too," Stanley's cock twitches as he slowly lowers her to meet his cock, pausing when the head is placed at the opening to her entrance.

"You dirty fucking whore," he spits out, and pulls her down onto his dick.

They both let out moans of pleasure as mom slowly becomes impaled on Stanley's rod, sinking lower and lower until the curves of her luscious ass rest against the thick muscles of his hairy thighs.

"Oh, fuck," mom mutters with her eyes shut tight.

She slowly rotates her hips, her mouth hanging half open in wonder, as she gets a feel for the giant dick stretching her inner walls. Stanley impatiently delivers a loud smack to her ass cheek.

"Get to fucking work, you stupid cunt," he growls.

Mom whimpers and slowly starts to ride him, reverse cowgirl style, bouncing up and down his shaft. She quickly builds to a fast but steady pace, her round ass cheeks slapping against his thighs as his thick meat plunges into her tunnel over and over.

"Yeah, work that dick," Stanley mutters.

He stares, mesmerized, at her bubbly, round ass cheeks rippling each time they collide against his muscular thighs. Closing his eyes, Stanley leans back and places his hands behind his head before sighing, letting mom do all the work to fuck herself on his cock while he relaxes and enjoys the tight, visceral grip of her pussy muscles milking his shaft.

The clapping sound her ass makes as it slams against his legs makes my dick twitch in my pants and I quickly extract it, pulling the zipper down just enough to free my hard on.

Gripping it tightly, I start jerking off while observing mom gleefully riding Stanley on the couch. She has the hem of her dress bunched up in her hands, removing it as an obstacle in order to make it easier to slide along Stanley's monster cock. Her hips move with skillful and deft precision, pushing the lower half of her body up and down onto his thick shaft repeatedly in a quick but steady rhythm.

Mom bites her lip in unbridled pleasure as she takes more and more of Stanley inside her. Her scrunched up eyes and deep, low groans indicate she's building to an orgasm. Stanley realizes this also and leans forward to take a rough hold of her hips with his large, strong hands, slowing her down.

"I didn't give you permission to cum yet," he admonishes in a stern voice.

"Oh, please," she begs breathlessly. "Please let me cum, Stanley."

"Not until I'm ready to fill you with my seed."

Taking control, he uses his grip to move her along his cock at a slower pace, causing mom to release a long moan of desperation.

"Feel my thick cock stretching you?"

"God, yes, I'm so fucking full. Ohhhh, your dick is amazing!"

Stanley chuckles to himself and begins to thrust his hips forward in the same slow manner in which he's pushing and pulling mom along his cock. Tentatively, he releases her hips, his hands hovering slightly off her waist until he's sure she would continue to ride him at the slow pace he had set. Once he sees that she is, he leans forward and slides his hands along the inside of her smooth thighs, placing his chin on top of her left shoulder.

Mom groans as Stanley roughly paws at her thighs with his large hands, never breaking stride as she slowly moves her hips to meet his as he thrusts forward, his cock repeatedly disappearing deep inside her.

"God damn nasty skank," Stanley says into her ear, a deep huskiness in his voice. "Riding my donkey dick in front of your passed out fiancé."

"Ugh, I can't help it," she barely manages to get out in between deeply inhaled breaths of pleasure. "You're the dominant male, it's instinct to mate with you."

"Fuck yeah I am. I'm a true alpha, and you were created to serve a real man like me, not the pathetic cuck in front of you. Look at him, too drunk to realize the love of his life is being taken by a stronger, younger stud."

"Yes," she cries, her eyes shut tight. "I'm yours to take whenever you want. I belong to you and only you!"

"And don't you forget it," he growls in response.

Stanley slides his hands up her body, gripping her breasts through her dress before freeing them. He roughly squeezes and kneads her bare tits as they continue fuck slowly, occasionally tweaking her nipples which causes mom to writhe and call out his name in pleasure.

Watching them fuck slowly like this in front of a passed out Tim is almost intoxicating. The slow movement of their bodies against one another as Stanley greedily mauls her large tits with his big hands brings me closer to cumming, as it evidently does them.

"You like fucking me in front of your little bitch of a fiancé?"

"Yes, yes, I want him to wake up and see what's it like for a real man to fuck me."

"Do you want to cum on my dick like the filthy whore you are?"

"I do, badly!"

The earnestness of her voice is matched by the tension in her body. It's clear that she wants to ride him faster and finally bring herself to orgasm. But she knows better than to defy him and break the pace that he's set. Stanley has trained her well.

"Beg me," he commands before licking and nipping at the side of her neck.

"Please let me cum, Stanley! I need it so bad! Please allow me to cum on your cock and cover it with my cream!"

Without a word, Stanley's left hand leaves her breast and slides back down her body. Slipping between her legs, he uses his fingers to stimulate her clit as she continues to push back against his cock at the same slow pace.

"Oh God," she cries out.

Stanley begins to thrust harder into her mound, grunting beast-like into her neck.

"Get ready to receive my load, slut."

Mom can't even offer a response, only emit low whines in short bursts. Stanley's right hand moves to her head, quickly titling it to the left to allow him to lean in and shove his tongue into her open mouth. She barely registers the invasion as deep shudders rack her body as Stanley roughly pulls her ass against his groin, holding her there in a signal that he's depositing his semen deep inside her.

With a final burst, cum explodes out of my cock, splashing all over the front of my shirt. I brace my feet against the steps until I'm finished emptying myself, slowly releasing my deflating hard on as my body relaxes.

On the couch, mom finally recovers her senses, moaning as she begins to kiss Stanley back, moving her tongue against his in a deeply passionate post-coital kiss, a reward for making her cum as hard as she did.

After they break apart, she rests her forehead against his, taking deep breaths with her eyes shut before she slowly starts to untangle herself. Upon standing up, Stanley's thick cum begins to seep out from her slit in small drips, landing on the hardwood floor with light plops.

"Shit," she mutters, quickly making her way to the kitchen.

Stanley leans back against the couch, resting his hands behind his head once more. He looks completely at ease relaxing on the couch, his sculpted body glistening with sweat, long legs splayed out wide in front of him, exposing his flaccid cock completely covered in my mother's juices.

It's clear to me that he considers this house his now, and mom his woman, here to serve him in any way he wishes. The question though, the one that sends fear racing into my heart, is how long before he decides to make it official and get rid of the only man who ever acted like some semblance of a father to me.

As if on cue, Tim lets out a small but deep snore, and Stanley's gaze shifts to him, a cruel smirk etched into his face.

"Are you heading back to your place soon?" mom asks from the kitchen.

"Fuck no," Stanley says, as if it were obvious. "I wanna take you again in the morning."

"Really?"

"Yeah, I'll spend the night, plough you when I wake up, then hopefully beat it before this dipshit pulls himself out of his coma," he nods his head towards Tim's unconscious body.

"You think he'll wake up before you have a chance to leave?" Mom walks back into the living room.

Stanley gives a nonchalant shrug of his shoulders, "Probably not. He drank enough to be passed out til noon. If he doesn't though," he shrugs again. "No big deal, bout time he learned his place in this house. And mine." He said this last part with conviction.

"I love when you assert yourself," mom says adoringly.

Stanley smirks, putting his slide covered feet up on the coffee table and crossing them at the ankles.

"I know, baby. It's why you belong to me now and not him. Now finish cleaning that pussy up so we can get to bed. I'm fucking beat."

Mom blew him a kiss and disappeared back into the kitchen while Stanley stretched and then rested his elbows on either side of him, closing his eyes.

I used this as my opportunity to quietly slip up the stairs and into my room, where I shuck my shirt off and clamber into a fresh one before sinking under the bed covers in the dark.

It isn't much later when I hear the sounds of multiple feet moving up the stairs, a pair of them falling particularly harder than the other, before the soft squeak of mom's door shutting.

In the silence that follows, I fall asleep quicker than I anticipate, waking up the next morning before my alarm has the chance to go off. I'm working a short shift today, so I lay in bed for a few minutes, slowly coming awake before getting up to get dressed.

Opening my bedroom door, I creep into the hallway, nervous about disturbing the tentative early morning silence. As I reach the top of the landing on the other side of the hall, I can hear a mixture of heavy breathing, quiet moans, and the soft slapping of flesh coming from behind mom's closed bedroom door.

Stanley appears to be making good on his promised intentions from last night. My cock gives a twitch as I pause briefly to listen to their hushed, sordid rutting before continuing downstairs, careful not to make too much noise lest I alert them to my presence.

Tim is still sprawled out on the couch downstairs, completely unconscious, his mouth open and emitting deep snores as a patch of drool clings to the side of his chin.

I fix myself breakfast in the kitchen, sitting down at the table and scrolling through my phone as I slowly consume the bowl of cereal I prepared. The sound of heavy footsteps on the stairs causes me to look up and see Stanley, fully dressed, plodding down them on his way to the front door.

He looks into the living room as he reaches for the handle, smirking when he sees Tim's sleeping form, then notices me sitting at the kitchen table. Pausing, we make eye contact as his smirk morphs into a genuine grin, and he winks at me before wrenching open the door to step outside, shutting it with a slight thump behind him.

I stare after him for a few seconds before returning to my cereal. I'm just about finished with it when Tim lets out a snore so loud he startles himself awake, sitting up in confusion.

"Wuh...," he mumbles, bleary eyed as his head turns back and forth, taking stock of his surroundings.

"Oh," recognition finally dawns on him. He puts his head in his hands, gently massaging his temples for the next minute or so before muttering, "Jesus Christ."

Standing slowly, he walks toward the kitchen, greeting me once he crosses the threshold of the archway.

"Morning," I mumble back.

He fills a glass with water from the sink before taking a few tentative sips, then drinks a mouthful and burps, moaning a little afterward.

"I drank way too much yesterday," he says more to himself than me. "I can barely remember anything after the first couple of hours we were at that barbecue."

"Yeah, sounds about right," I offer, staring down at the bottom of my empty bowl.

"Your mother still asleep?"

I nod my head in response.

"Might need to do some more of that later," he chuckles softly, but I don't respond to his attempt at lightening the situation.

My phone buzzes on the table. Sarah's picking me up for our shift today, and she's only a few minutes out.

"I gotta head off to work," I pick up the bowl and quickly wash it, leaving it to dry on the rack beside the sink and head upstairs as Tim goes through the robotic motions of making toast.

Mom's door is still shut as I pass it and I'm curious about the state in which Tim will find her in if he pokes his head inside. The image of him peering into the dimly lit room to find her naked and passed out with Stanley's cum oozing from her pussy causes my cock to rapidly harden in my pants. I try and shake it off as I brush my teeth in the bathroom, leaving me with sad thoughts that he might really find her like that one day soon, or even worse, catch them in the middle having sex, a very real possibility considering how daring and uncaring they've become. Then any semblance of the happy home life I imagined when they first got engaged will truly be gone.

Sarah pulls up to the curb outside not too long later, interrupting my melancholic ruminations, and I bound down the stairs and out the front door, crossing the small yard before lowering myself into her car.

"Hi," she greets me with a small smile.

"Hey," I reply back.

She frowns slightly, looking more closely at my face, detecting traces of my unhappy thoughts from earlier etched there.

"Is everything ok?"

I look back at my house, staring at its facade for a bit before I feel the soft, pudginess of her hand as it slips gently into mine. Squeezing it gently, I face her and finally smile back.

"Yeah."

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Our day at work together helps ease the sour mood I was in when I left the house that morning. Spending time with Sarah always seems to brighten my day, even if we're slaving away in the sad off white interior of Office Depot.

However, whatever good condition she creates for me, disappears the moment she drops me off back at home. The kitchen is empty and quiet when I come in through the back door early in the evening, and I can see that the living room is as well.

I'm about to call out for either mom or Tim when I hear a small, feminine giggle from behind the closed laundry room door. My heart sinks as I immediately guess who's making it and what the likely cause is.

The giggle is followed a few seconds later by a quiet moan of pleasure, confirming what I already know is occurring.

Yet, I can't help myself. Despite how much despair it brings me, I feel my legs carry me forward, following the direction my hardened cock points in as it bulges out through the pants I'm wearing.

I can hear heavy breathing along with the faint sound of wet, smacking bodies as I approach the laundry room door, and my hands nimbly ease it to the side, just a crack, creating a personal peephole for me to glimpse the perversion occurring inside.