Milf Mom And The Bullied Housefag

In hindsight, it was a big mistake renting out part of our house to our college frat boy neighbors. My mom Cindy was all for it at first because they seemed like such great university kids. But it didn't take long before our house essentially turned into a wing of the frat house next door.

They turned me - the oldest male living there at 25 years old - into their butler, or as they called me, the "housefag." These cocky college students had no problem slapping me around when I didn't do things to their satisfaction, and I was too much of a pussy to say anything. The meeker I became, the more they bullied me. As far as they were concerned, a 25-year old living with his mommy (who didn't have any disabilities, illnesses, or handicaps) was the furthest thing from an alpha male, or 'real men' like them, as they suggested. Part of me wishes I lied and said I had an ailment of some sort just so they would lay off me, but it was too late for that. If I had lied this late in the game, the frat boys would have called me out on it.

I wasn't going to ask my mom to protect me, so I kept all of this to myself. The last of the frat boys to move in was their leader, a football player named Zack. My gut was telling me he was bad news, but my tune changed when Zack told everyone to back off of me. He was the top dog of the fraternity; the alpha male everyone looked up to. So, when Zack told everyone not to bother me anymore, he not only became my hero, he became my mom's hero as well. My MILF mother wasn't aware of all the torment her new tenants had put me through, though. All she saw was a big brother for me in Zack, someone who could keep me safe (even though I was five years older than the kid). It didn't take long for Zack and my mom Cindy became fast friends. In fact, the big jock charmed my mom into giving him my bedroom. I was relocated to one of the smaller rooms in the basement we were renting out. My mom encouraged me to be a gracious host for the sake of keeping our tenants happy, "especially Zack," as she put it.

ONE WEEK LATER

Once Zack moved in, he and my mother were inseparable. Zack and my mother got along well, to the point where spending time with each other wasn't unusual. I tried to warm up to Zack, but he had other plans for me. He didn't tell the other guys to lay off of me because he was a good guy - he wanted me all to himself, his own personal assistant. The big jock's rationale was that I would be useless to him if I were spread too thin or hurt. As such, I was safe from everyone because Zack was the only one who could lay a finger on me and tell me what to do.

As such, when I was cleaning, I wasn't just doing it for myself and my mom, but for the frat house leader, too. Zack left his dirty socks and boxer-shorts on the floor instead of the hamper I bought him. The football jock was a total slob, but not because he was unhygienic - it was because he was used to things being done for him. This was intentional - a way to show me who was in charge.

At a party Zack decided to throw at my place one night, he really exhorted his authority over me in front of a large crowd. What made it really humiliating was that the big jock had a surprise ally - Cindy.

"My drink needs a refill, housefag," Zack shouted with his arm around my MILF mom.

"You heard him, honey," My mother said looking at me, confused as to why I wasn't immediately responding to Zack's request. "What did I say earlier about being a gracious host?"

"Oh, and while you're up, the place is getting a bit untidy," Zack said looking around the room. "Time for you to do another clean-up round, right buddy?"

"Uh, sure..." I said with a tone in my voice.

"You might wanna work on your attitude, bro," Zack said to me with a shit-eating smile on his face. "As your hot mom said, we're part of the household now."

"He's right, honey," My mom said stroking Zack's chest. "I raised you better than this. Go around the room, ask who needs refills. Be proactive, honey."

"Um, everyone good for refills?" I said with my hands in my pockets looking around.

"Man, it's like you gotta hold the housefag's hand for each little thing!" Zack said to my mom. "Grab a pen, a paper, approach each person here and ask them what you can get them. Take the list, make the drinks, grab the food, place it on a tray, then serve each person. It ain't rocket science, buddy."

"You're so smart," My mom flirtatiously said to Zack while stroking his chest more passionately.

"Nope," Zack said to her with a wink and a grin. "I just have manners."

"You see that, sweetie?" My mom said to me without breaking eye contact with Zack. "This is a man you can look up to."

"If you want, I can take the kid under my wing," Zack said to my mom while stroking her shoulder with his arm around her. "Show him what it takes to be a man."

"That's a great idea!" My mom ecstatically squealed. "It'll be great for him to have a man around. You can be the big brother he never had. How does that sound, honey?"

"Sounds great," I lied. Zack was younger than me, and here he was preparing to teach me how to be a man. Ugh!

"Hey, housefag, that refill I asked for still ain't in my hand!" Zack shouted in my direction while standing behind my mom. From my peripheral vision, it looked like Zack was grinding his crotch against my MILF mom's ass as he said that. I ran into the kitchen and got Zack his drink before approaching each person to ask if they needed anything, as instructed by the big jock. The snickering behind my back was deafening.

TWO WEEKS LATER

The only interaction Zack had with me was to boss me around, either dumping his dirty football gear in my hands or ordering me to make him food. I never disobeyed the kid because truth be told I was intimidated by him. He had already done some humiliating things to me in front of the other frat boys, like hanging me from my underwear on a stairwell hook, switching my refrigerated apple juice with a glass full of his piss, and even writing "HOUSEFAG" with magic marker on my forehead. It got to the point where I was instinctively doing things for Zack. For instance, when he got home, I was quick to kneel before him and unlace his sneakers. I even buffed his dress shoes as he wore them one night before he left. I fetched him water when he needed it, tidied up any empty bottles laying around, and opened food at the dinner table when he ate.

THREE WEEKS LATER

Over time, I became accustomed to Zack's authority, to the point where I considered it an honor that he even gave me the time of day. I saw how popular he was, and how everyone wanted to be his friend (even though only the cool kids got to be). I realized what an opportunity I was given to serve such an alpha male, and that if he replaced me, I'd never get to hang out with someone as cool as him. The fact that he was younger than me no longer mattered - I looked up at the big jock like a big brother.

There was a bit of a learning curve for my subordination to Zack. I tried to stand up for myself on one particular day, and things didn't exactly go my way. I got lippy with him and earned a smack on the cheek for my attitude. Zack's hands were huge; they were clearly made for catching footballs or punching guys out. I looked up at the college football player in fear.

"You want another smack, housefag?" Zack asked me.

"No." I meekly replied.

"No what?"

"No, please!"

SMACK.

"NO WHAT?"

"..no...sir."

"$20 bucks" He replied.

"What?"

"$20. That's my fee for not slapping you a third time."

"Fuck you, Zack."

SMACK, a third slap hit me hard this time. Zack rolled his sleeves up with anger on his face. Thankfully, my mother walked in, asking what was going on.

"He told me to fuck off," Zack said to her.

"Sweetie, you can't go around saying things like that, especially to Zack!" She said to me, boosting Zack's ego in the process.

"Why the fuck not?" I shouted at her.

SMACK! That blow was Zack's hardest.

"That's why." She said to me, with a 'what did you expect' expression on her face.

"Guys, you better go." She said to both Zack and James. "Sweetie, why don't you go downstairs to your room and take a time-out." My MILF mom's reaction to me - in comparison to her treatment of Zack - caused the frat jock to smile. From the corner of my eye, I caught my MILF mom winking at the jock who was bullying me.

The incident might have been uncomfortable, but it did teach me a lesson. I disrespected the frat boy, and my mother made me realize the error of my ways. After all, she did have my best interests in heart...didn't she?

FOUR WEEKS LATER

Zack told me to take his duvet to the dry cleaners for him.

"Grab my laundry off the floor in my room, buddy" Zack commanded me while I washed his dishes after breakfast. "Your folding isn't perfected, so figure out how to fold properly. Don't be afraid to use the iron if you have to. And don't use that fabric softer with the fruity scent, I don't wanna be smelling like you."

"Of course not, Sir."

Zack chuckled and slapped my cheeks of times, called me a "good boy" and walked away. That moment of gratitude made my servitude to the cocky jock made my servitude totally worth it. Zack was the coolest guy in school, and if helping the big guy earned me his attention, I was happy to do whatever he asked of me.

When I grabbed the duvet, I realized why Zack wanted it cleaned - there were copious amounts of thick white puddles embedded into the fabric. Like a mix of yogurt, vanilla ice cream, and coconut juice. I had to take a moment to applaud Zack's awesomeness a pair for of pink and black panties slipped out from the folds of the duvet. I recognized the make - my mom had recently purchased the same pair from Victoria's Secret (you find these things out when you do everyone's laundry). I even saw her try it on when I was home for the weekend.

What I didn't tell Zack was that I held the panties in my hand for a moment, admiring the "damage" done to it. They were new panties, and yet the bottom string was stretched out. The front was kind of sticky, and a patch of that dried up liquid, similar to the ones found on Zack's duvet, were apparent. I figured one of Zack's moves was to slide his big fat cock in and out of a girl's pussy while she was wearing them. I wanted so badly to take my dick out at that moment and rub one out, but I didn't want to disrespect Zack by masturbating someone he nailed. He was the most popular guy on campus, and I had the privilege of not only being his friend, but his housefag! I wouldn't do anything to upset the big guy.

I wasn't sure what to with the panties. When I laundered Zack's clothes, it was easy to sort: work shirts and pants get dry-cleaned, jeans and t-shirts go through the washer/dryer. At times, Zack would tell me to hand-wash his boxer shorts, dirty sweatsocks, and even his jock strap. I even took the initiative and buffed his dress shoes, and even picked the dirt out of his cleats. But a woman's panties? Would it be inappropriate to wash them? Would he expect me to?

I mentioned the panties to Zack and held out my arm for a fist bump, which Zack found amusing for a reason. He just ruffled my hair with his fingers and gave me a thumbs-up. The big jock asked what I ended up doing with the panties, and I told him I left them in his laundry basket, as I didn't want to overstep my boundaries. Zack slapped my cheeks again and told me I made the right call.

Later that week, after running around town doing Zack's errands (and some of mine), I finally got home and was looking for some much-needed relaxation time. I pulled up in my driveway and immediately saw inside Zack's bedroom, which used to be mine. Zack was lying down with his eyes closed and his t-shirt appeared to be pulled up to his chest. The window cut off the rest of his body. Zack had a big smile on his face that expanded to a grin. He was talking to someone like he was directing traffic.

Zack's biceps were rising like he was holding something, perhaps a basketball, moving it up and down.

"UGH...AHHHH...YEAHHH!" He suddenly moaned loudly. The college football player's head went back, his mouth wide open. His lips turned into a smile, then a smirk. I got out of the car and walked into my house. The bedroom door was closed, but instead of Zack walking out...MY MILF MOM DID.

"Hi sweetie," she said, wiping a white stream from the edge of her lip, looking guilty of something. "You're home early!"

I just stared at her, jaw to the ground. Zack came out of the same room smiling ear-to-ear. The big jock's meaty hand zipped up his jeans as he looked me in the eye, winking at me. He walked right up to me and slapped me on the cheek with his big right hand.

"S'up buddy," he said with a smirk.

EPILOGUE

The next night I got home late after a night out with some friends. When I got home, the house was quiet - everyone was asleep. I went to check up on my mom before bed, but the master bedroom door was closed. In fact, Zack's sweat sock hung from the handle. I opened the door slightly and could see my mom fast asleep cuddled up in the frat leader's arms, whose eyes were closed. Considering how hot it was outside, it wasn't unusual to see him sleeping shirtless, but my mother looked like she wasn't wearing a top either. My mother fell asleep with a smile on her face. Whatever she and Zack were up to before falling asleep, it sure gave her pleasure.

Suddenly, Zack's eyes opened, his eyes locked right on mine. I jumped, worried he was going to scold me for waking him up, but he just smiled and reached under the bed sheet, like he was fishing for something near his crotch. He pulled out something with one hand and tossed it to me. I caught it instinctively, though it was wet, heavy, and oozing between my fingers.

"Just for you, buddy," I could see Zack mouth to me before signaling for me to get out. Shutting the door behind me, I opened my hand to see what Zack threw at me. My heart stopped upon realizing what I was holding — an extra-large, just used, condom, filled almost to the top.