Mom Fucks Brad The Bully

Hannah Wright was a single mom of an 18-year-old high school senior named Kevin. She and her ex-husband had never wanted kids, but when she got pregnant at the age of 25, her husband left her to raise their son on her own.

He'd sent child support every month, but never once tried to contact them. A mutual friend said he'd moved to Australia. She didn't really care. She was angry and hated him for leaving her. She didn't care if he'd fallen off the face of the earth.

She'd tried her best to raise Kevin right. She thought she'd done a pretty good job with what she had, and, at times, working up to three jobs to make ends meet. She'd forgone romantic relationships completely and hadn't even felt the touch of man in almost two decades. When she got horny, she'd just take a bath and masturbate.

Sure, she'd felt lonely, but her son was more important, as well as her career, which was head librarian at the local public library. She also did some freelance writing in her spare time

But now that Kevin was 18, he was an adult. Maybe she could get in the dating game again. He'd be graduating and going off to college at MIT in June. It was November now. Just nine more months.

Even though she hadn't dated or slept with anyone in a long time, she still kept her physique up. Sure, she'd put on a few pounds since her younger, skinny days, having gone from 115 pounds on her 5'4" frame to 135. Of course she was thicker now, but that was to be expected with age. She just knew she looked damn good for 43.

She quit drinking and smoking as soon as she'd gotten pregnant and hadn't touched the stuff since. She ate right and worked out three times a week. She knew guys looked at her, and of course, she'd found some men attractive, but she just didn't have the time or the interest to pursue any of them.

Occasionally, she'd take a look at herself in the mirror to make sure she was still in shape. She loved her long brown hair that she sometimes had to dye to cover up the grey. Her favorite facial feature were her deep, blue, doe-like eyes, and scattered freckles. Her full lips came in at a close second.

She had always had C-cups before she got pregnant, but they quickly went up to D and stayed there ever since. She liked them, but they were getting a little saggy. If you looked closely enough, you could see stretch marks on them, but they weren't that prominent.

Her belly had also gotten the same stretch marks and a little pooch that slightly hung over her belt after she gave birth. She was in good shape, but hadn't quite been able to get the six-pack she'd had all throughout her teens and 20s. It didn't bother her too much.

One thing she also loved was that her ass had gotten a lot more shapely. She thought it looked incredible in yoga pants, jeans, and panties, and of course she loved it without anything on as well. She liked to wiggle it as she looked at herself in the mirror.

Appearance was very important to her. It wasn't so much vanity as it was self-confidence, though. Part of that, of course, was grooming. She removed every bit of hair below the neck. She knew no one would see it, but she did it for herself.

As for Kevin, he had always been the too-skinny, sickly, nerdy kid, which was prime fodder for bullies. It seemed like every year, there was always that one kid who would target him all, but for the entirety of high school, it had been one in particular: a basketball player named Brad Greene.

And it wasn't just him. Hannah found it hard to get anything about them out of Kevin, but what she had caught over the past three and a half years, Brad had three henchmen, Carlos, Devin and James.

She'd met Brad before. because he and Kevin had actually been at least friendly acquaintances when they were kids. She'd even let Kevin go to his birthday party about ten years earlier. She had not met the others.

Going to the principal didn't work for Kevin. It only made the bullying worse. Everyone, including the school police officer, just chalked it up to boys being boys. Hannah was starting to get fed up with it, but Kevin kept telling her not to say anything. She promised she wouldn't, but she was damn close to breaking that promise.

In fact, this would be the day.

Kevin came home from his after-school chess club, crying. His new Pokémon shirt was ripped, and he had a scrape on his shoulder. The blood was soaking through. Before she could try to comfort him, he ran into his bedroom and slammed his door.

This was the last straw. Hannah was fuming. She wanted so badly to hold her son, but she also wanted to give him privacy, so she didn't follow him into his room. She just wanted to end this. Not wanting to give Kevin the chance to talk her out of it, she grabbed her car keys to go see if Kevin's parents were home.

She could easily remember where they lived because it was one of the biggest houses in their small Southern California town. Brad's father was, after all, a big hotshot lawyer named Dan (which also posed some problems with regards to Brad never facing any consequences of his bullying).

She could barely keep her eyes on the road because she was on the verge of tears from anger and sadness. She paid no attention to the speed limit and arrived at the large, two-story brick house in five minutes.

She parked her car and sat there for a few moments to try to gain her composure. She'd managed to barely hold back the tears so she didn't look disheveled and distraught. She had to make a strong impression. Looking weak would not suffice.

After a few deep breaths and a quick glance in her visor mirror, she stepped out of the car. She straightened her hair and sun dress. Everything looked normal. She forced a smile and proceeded to the door. With one more deep breath, she rang the bell.

"May I ask who's here?" a male voice said over the speaker.

"Yes, this is Hannah Wright. I'm Kevin's mom. I need to talk to Mr. or Mrs. Greene," Hannah said in as polite a voice as she could.

There was no response. The anticipation was killing her. She just kept breathing deeply and silently telling herself everything was going to be okay. Finally, after a couple of minutes, the door opened.

She was taken aback at the sight of this attractive, younger guy standing there. He must have known he was attractive because he was wearing no shirt and had a confident look on his handsome face.

He flashed a cocky smile and said, "Well, hello, Mrs. Wright. You want to talk to my parents about Kevin?"

Feeling a bit flustered but trying to sound confident, she said, "Yes. May I come in?"

"Sure thing," the young man said, holding the door open wide.

Hannah stepped in. She wondered if this was Brad's older brother or something. She didn't remember him having a brother, but this guy definitely looked older than 18. No way it was Brad. Was it?

He was so good-looking that she could feel her face getting flushed. It was hard not to. He was one of the more attractive guys she'd seen this close before. He had black hair cut high and tight and eyebrows that stood over seductive green eyes, full lips, and pearly white, perfectly straight teeth. All of this complimented his tanned skin.

Oh my god, she thought. He had an immaculate body: strong, defined pecs and arms, and sculpted six-pack abs. There was not a speck of hair on his torso, which emphasized his muscular, but lean form. She concentrated hard on maintaining eye contact and not just look him up and down.

"Well, here's the deal," he said with that same sly, confident smile that hadn't left his face. "My parents aren't home, but since this most likely involves me, why don't we just have a chat?"

"You're Brad? I thought you would look... well, frankly, I thought you'd look younger," she said with a nervous laugh. Keep it together, girl, she said to herself.

"Yeah, I get that a lot. Especially from older women," Brad said seductively.

Was he... hitting on her? She certainly thought so. She knew that look. It surprised her that, for a split second, she liked it. He was certainly someone she...

She immediately aborted those thoughts. She had to stay to the point. She didn't really want to talk to him, or even see him, when she'd decided to drive over. She meant to talk directly to his parents, but something made her want to stay and talk to him.

Why was she feeling like this? He was only a kid. Yeah, he was a legal adult, but still a kid. But he was hot as all hell. She just couldn't help think it. It had been a long time since she'd had a man's touch. These were just thoughts, anyway. Not like he'd have any way of knowing unless she said something or he caught her staring. She'd just have to make sure to hold her cards close to her chest.

"So, what did you want to talk about?" Brad asked, motioning towards the couch. Almost as if under a trance, she walked over to the leather couch and had a seat. He sat down in the matching chair, which was set at a 90 degree angle to the couch.

Hannah forced a dry swallow down her throat. It was go time. She couldn't just sit there and think about how attracted she was to him. She was on a mission.

"Well, to tell the truth, I don't like the way you've been treating Kevin. He doesn't tell me much, but he's told me enough. Him coming home today with a ripped shirt and scrapes on his skin was my last straw, so to speak. I've tried to bite my tongue and let him fight his own battles, but I just couldn't stay silent anymore. This bullying needs to stop," Hannah said, surprised at her ability to get to the point and stay confident.

"Well, this definitely isn't him fighting his own battles. That's for sure. Look, I'm just having a little fun, that's all. We're adults now. He just needs to grow a pair and stand up for himself," Brad said matter-of-factly.

What a cocky bastard! Hannah thought. The kid had some nerve disrespecting her and her son like that. Still, she couldn't show her anger. She just needed to be firm and say what she needed to say.

"Yes, that's right, you are adults now, and you need to start acting like one. So, if we're going to be adults here, let's negotiate like adults. Now, what can we do to rectify this situation?" Hannah said.

"Okay. How about some incentive?" Brad asked, leaning forward. He went from snarky to serious. It made him even hotter to Hannah.

"Well, I don't have money, at least not as much as your family has. I can't offer you that. Surely there must be something I have that you would want," she said, having no idea what that might mean. Surely this rich kid had everything he'd ever wanted.

Brad leaned back into a relaxed position and flashed his cocky smile.

"Indeed, I think you do."

"Like what?"

As soon as she asked that, she noticed something. Through his grey sweatpants, she could see the outline of one of the biggest dicks she'd seen, and it wasn't even hard! She immediately regretted looking. He just kept getting hotter. She could even feel herself getting a little wet and tingly down below.

This can't be happening! she thought, fighting the urge to touch herself. She should feel a lot of things right now, but being turned on was not one of them. She shouldn't even be looking at an 18-year-old high school boy in that way, and her son's bully, no less. She was supposed to hate him, not be horny for him. He had wronged her son over and over, yet, here she was. Sometimes, being a straight woman could be a curse.

"You've got certain, um, shall we say, qualities about you that I would love to see," Brad said. He stood up and sat back down right next to her, their thighs touching.

She knew she should move. The mother in her wanted her to move. The morals she thought she had wanted her to move. But the woman in her, suddenly desperate for something she hadn't had in almost two decades, did not want her to move, and that was the part that was winning out.

She was frozen and now completely wet down there. She wanted him, and she was going to get him. She felt a warm feeling come over her and instinctively bit her lip.

"Wha... what qua...li...ties?" she asked, though she didn't have to. She knew exactly what he meant. Her breathing was getting noticeably heavier, both from being turned on and from her nerves. Her heart felt like it was going to burst through her chest.

"Pull the top of your dress down," he said, touching her sternum.

Without thinking, she obeyed his command. She was helpless now. Still, a small part of her remembered what she came here for.

"Will you stop bullying my son?" she said. At this point, she wasn't sure if his answer would even matter.

"Oh yeah. Just give me what I want," he said. He looked her in the eye and quickly raised and lowered his eyebrows.

She started to pull the straps of her dress down. Before she could do the rest, Brad started doing it for her. The touch of his fingers on her breasts was sending her into overdrive. Her breathing quickened. Once the top of her dress was down around her waist, all that covered her tits was her flesh-toned strapless bra.

"Is that what you want? Are you going to stop bullying Kevin, now?" she asked. She just had to ask one more time as her last duty as a mother before her maternal instincts disappeared completely. She was at the point that she didn't really care at all. She just wanted him. She couldn't keep her sexuality pent up anymore.

"Not until you leave tonight. But before then, we got a lot of your so-called qualities to explore. Take of your bra. Now." Brad demanded. He was certainly the one in charge.

She'd never really been the submissive type, but Brad's assertiveness was beginning to change that. It turned her on even more.

Without hesitation, she reached back and undid her bra clasp. Brad grabbed it and threw it to the floor. Her tits were now in complete view, her light brown nipples hard and tight. She wanted to touch them. No, she wanted Brad to touch them. Her pussy began pouring, completely soaking her panties.

"What if your parents come home?" she asked.

"They're in Aruba. They won't be coming home until Thanksgiving. I got this place to myself for three more weeks. Now, stand up."

Hannah obeyed. It was so freeing. She was primed and ready to be fucked. Still, something, probably that motherly part of her, kept her from actually instigating anything. But she would do anything Brad told her to.

Without a word, Brad grabbed her dress and yanked it down the rest of the way. She stepped out of it and kicked it to the side. All she had left on were her red flip flops and soaked underwear. She instinctively put her hands over her vulva, but immediately moved them behind her back before Brad had a chance to say anything.

"Remove the panties and sandals," Brad said, still sitting. His eyes moved slowly down to her crotch.

She obeyed by slowly peeling her panties off, revealing her hairless pussy. It was round and fatty with nary a hanging labia; a complete innie.

"Now that is one of the best qualities I've ever seen. And by quality, I mean pussy. Truly beautiful. And you shave, too. Good. Were you expecting anybody to see it?" he said.

"Nobody except for me. I just like it that way. And it's not shaved. I, uh, lasered it off" Hannah said. She was fully blushing. She loved the compliment. It was almost as if she were a schoolgirl herself, giddy with anticipation. She couldn't help but smile.

"Oh, so no stubble. Even better. Tits are a little saggy, though. So is that gut, but that's okay. Not bad for a woman in her 40s," Brad said as he stood up.

Somehow, his little insult made her even more horny. She was becoming more and more of a sub every minute.

She could feel her pussy leaking. Apparently, Brad could see it. He ran his fingers up her slit. They now glistened with her juices. Chills ran all throughout her body. She almost came right then from his slight brushing of her clit.

"Already wet, I see. Something tells me you won't stop at just letting me see you naked. I think you earned little Kev a week off. Still not gonna get me to stop forever, though. That's gonna take a bit more. How about you get on your knees in front of me?" Brad said.

Hannah had almost forgotten why she was here in the first place until Brad said "Kev", but it didn't matter now. The mention of her son did nothing but further motivate her to bend to Brad's will. It was a win/win; she'd get laid and also get Brad to stop the bullying

Brad stood with his crotch forward and his hands behind his back. His cock was fully erect now, and it was obvious at this point that he was indeed extremely well-endowed.

Saliva was filling Hannah's mouth. She knew exactly what she needed to do, what she wanted to do.

"Now, take my cock out and start sucking," Brad said.

Hannah looked him directly in the eyes and maintained eye contact as she pulled his basketball shorts down. Once he was naked, she looked down at his cock.

It had to have been at least seven, but probably closer to eight inches long, and extremely thick. Never before had she even seen a cock this big in any of the porn she'd seen, much less held one in her hand.

She didn't know how she was going to suck this thing. Hell, even if it was normal sized, she was so out of practice that she might not even be able to handle it without accidentally scraping it with a tooth. This was going to be a challenge, but a challenge she was more than willing to accept.

She slowly put the tip in her mouth. She had all but forgotten the sweet, salty taste of precum that she'd always loved in her younger days. Granted, she'd only tasted two dicks in her life, but she certainly did it enough times with her ex-husband and her high school boyfriend to know she liked it.

"That's it. Feels good. Go deeper," Brad said, putting his hand on the back of Hannah's head.

She pushed hear head forward, reaching about halfway down his shaft. She was concentrating on not hitting it with her teeth. She paid close attention to each movement of her head as she began sucking him off in earnest.

Brad moaned as she kept sucking harder. She swirled her tongue around the head of his cock, making slurping sounds along the way.

She was hungry, and she was getting her fill. She hadn't known how much she needed sexual release. It wasn't something she thought about very often, but she was certainly thinking about it now. She just wanted to please him. Make him cum. She needed to make him cum.

What's more, she needed to fuck. She wanted a nice, hard dick inside her pussy. Sucking him was great, but she needed more.

"Oh yeah. That's it. Go down further. I want that whole thing in your fucking throat. I want you to gag on it," Brad said, pushing her head with a little force.

His cock was now 3/4 of the way in her mouth. Hannah had never gone that far down on a man before, not even her husband or high school boyfriend with their less than six inch dicks.

She did indeed gag but managed to keep the gorgeous dick in her mouth. Saliva was running out of the corners of her mouth with more and more coming with each gag.

She then felt Brad's hand push her head down with both hands. She relaxed her throat as Brad shoved the whole thing down with one last hard thrust. She gagged and reflexively tried to move her head back, but Brad held her there, forcing her to keep it down. Luckily, she hadn't eaten anything recently, or else she might have lost it right there.

He held her head down on his cock for a few more seconds before releasing her. Before she could get a full breath in, he shoved her back down. She gagged and wretched again, more saliva running out of the corners of her mouth and down her chin.

She could feel the juices practically flowing out of her pussy, almost like she was peeing. Her clit felt like it was going to explode. Despite it being difficult to take the 8 inch cock in her throat, it was making her hornier and hornier.