My Bully Breas Bed Fucing My Mom

This story contains no incest, but may contain scenes where a family member sees another family member having sex with a non-related person.

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I had some apprehension when my mom put out an ad promoting her services as a part-time tutor for college students who needed extra help. As a student at the local college myself, I had a bad feeling about the idea. Nothing I could have said to her would have changed her mind. My instincts were right because the first person that answered her ad was a woman named Elsa. Elsa seemed nice enough, but her son was a college guy named Eric, someone I knew too well as my bully.

Eric was the jock in our neighborhood, and was better known as "Moose" to his friends on the college football team. Eric wooed my mother by saying that while he was in our home, he would be happy to help around the house with any handiwork that needed doing. I found this particularly insulting because when Eric pitched his idea, he pointed at me and said, "you obviously don't have a man in the house to take care these things." I was cringing watching my mother stroke Eric's arm as he spoke. The smirk my bully gave me as my mother's hand caressed his bicep suggested bad intentions.

The first time Eric came over, he and my mom were very professional with each other, and I monitored their time together from my bedroom. Eric stayed for dinner that day, and that's where things started to progress between him and my mom. They talked, sitting beside each other, getting to know each other more personally. It was like I wasn't even in the room. Their eyes kept meeting, and they could barely contain their smiles. They were clearly taken with each other.

When Eric left that day, he thanked us for dinner by hugging my mom, and when I shook my hand out to shake his, he instead slapped me lightly on the cheek a few times. I heard my mom moan a little when he did that. Later that night, while I lay in bed, I was hypnotized by the sound of my mom's vibrator in the next room. I pretended that I didn't hear her cum screaming out Eric's name.

I came home from work that day and found my mom cuddled up with Eric on my couch. He was bragging to her about some play on the football field. My mom listened in, looking up at him with mesmerized eyes, occasionally resting her head on his chest. They both saw me come in, and my mom smiled and waved at me, while Eric nodded to me, gave me the thumbs up and continued talking to my mom. I asked Eric if he was staying for dinner, but he said he had to hit the gym, walking up to me and squeezing my scrawny arms, and asking me if I knew what a gym was, laughing. My mom smiled at him, walking him out. I turned around and saw her kiss him on the cheek.

Eric was suspiciously absent from school one afternoon, and upon waking home that day, I caught Eric coming out of my house from across the street holding my Mom's hand, who trailed behind him. Eric's body bullied her's against his truck. He leaned his forearm against the door, and the back of my mom's head lay against it. Her hand grabbed his chest; another hand caressed his buzz-cut. Eric leaned into her and kissed her lightly on the lips. They broke the kiss, smiled at each other, and embraced with a full, passionate kiss. Her legs rubbed up against his ribcage. She was smitten, and it showed. Eric got into his car while my mom went back inside. Eric pulled his truck out and drove by me, but not before giving me a cocky wink and thumbs-up.

I decided to confront my mom about what I saw, and my anger started to build. I asked her how her "tutoring" was going with Eric. She told me things were going fantastic, and that I should expect to see more of him around the house. I wondered what she meant by that, but sure enough, one day later, I came home after school and heard moans coming from the house all way from the driveway. In fact, the closer to my house, the louder the moans got.

I walked straight towards the master bedroom when I got inside, and the sight before me made my cock almost burst through my pants. The legs of the bed had collapsed, so the mattress was at a 45-degree angle. My mother was on all fours, while Eric hunched over her from behind. Both were naked, and the air smelled like a mix of sweat and cum. While both of their eyes were closed, Eric's mouth was wide open and was exhaling in gaps.

Eric's back was towards me, his naked ass facing me. He was thrusting hard into my mom's pussy, her hands wrapped around his sweaty back, her legs wrapped around his legs. My mom was screaming my bully's name between kisses, saying she belonged to him, that she wanted him, that she loved being fucked by a real man. I arrived just in time because Eric was about to cum. He thrust into hard, then harder, then grunted loud enough to wake the neighbors. He screamed and cursed as he emptied his nut into my mom's hole, and she moaned in ecstasy as he did. He fell on top of her like an oaf, and they both tried to catch their breath, doused with sweat. The big jock had just finished cumming inside of my mom.

As he pulled his enormous cock out my MILF mom's tight pussy, I could see that Eric's cock was ridiculously thick, full of girth. It didn't take a genius why his nickname was "Moose." The meathead pulled the biggest condom I had ever seen off his huge cock swiftly with one hand and tossed it at a framed photo of me as a kid on the nightstand. The condom was the size of a deflated balloon, and his cum filled at least half the bag! At least it did initially - parts of Eric's cum came out of the condom when he tossed it, making globs of semen ooze down the picture of me. In fact, his cum dripped straight down my face in the photo.

I backpedaled out of the doorway as he turned around to lay on the broken bed. My mother cuddled up in Eric's arms to keep from sliding off the bed. They had whispered to each other before silence took over, and I realized my mom had passed right out, likely from the hard fucking the jock just gave her.

I regularly walked in on Eric porking my mom hard in her room and on our couch, and every time I did, he'd smile at me, give me the thumbs up or wink at me. Every time he came over, he brought over his laundry and football gear. He expected me to clean it, spic and span, when he was with my mom. Oh, and the handiwork he said he'd do when the so-called "tutoring" began? That never happened. In fact, guess who washes his car when he's around? Yours truly!