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ll characters engaging in sex are 18 years or older. This is a work of FICTION. Any resemblance to real persons is coincidental. If you like this story, please vote, comment, and let me know what you liked, and look forward to many more stories from me A big thanks to kenjisato for the editing
I moved a lot when I was younger. But finally, when I was 5 years old. My dad got a job as a CEO of a small technology company and quietly grew it to a powerhouse.
I got bullied at school, moving around so much, and having to repeat the first and third grade, mom and dad decided it would be good for me to start boxing to defend myself.
I turned 18 years old in the middle of my junior year of high school. So yeah, I was going to be 19 years old when I graduated high school. I didn't care, I wasn't going to college as I had my pro boxing career waiting for me after I graduated.
It had been two weeks into my senior year, when everything changed. I got back home Friday night after running and working out. As I walked into the kitchen, I saw mom and our neighbor sitting at the breakfast table. Dr. Webb was a total MILF. She had long, blonde hair, a tight body, nice C tits, and an ass that could kill. Every guy in the neighborhood had a wet dream, the day she moved in.
I saw she was crying and I knew it wasn't good. I went to my room to take a shower and change. Later, when we sat down to dinner, dad and I knew mom was mad. Halfway through dinner, I looked at dad and he gave me the 'don't do it' look.
I asked mom what she was upset about. Dad could only look at the food on his plate. My mom put down her knife and fork and looked directly at me. I knew I was in for it.
Mom asked, "Austin, did you know that John was getting bullied at school?"
I answered back, "I don't know, but the kid is a loser, so it doesn't surprise me."
Mom now had a look that I had seen before; dad got up and left the table, making up an excuse about needing to finish packing for their trip tomorrow as he left the room.
Mom was mad. "Do you know that Dr. Webb was in here crying her eyes out, about how John wants to move in with his dad to get away from the bullies at school. Didn't I ask you to look after him?"
All I had to say for myself was, "Sorry, mom. I'll see what I can do."
"Oh, no. You need to go and talk to Dr. Webb and fix this by the time we get back home Sunday, or else."
I knew I had to fix it, mom almost never got involved with things like this in my life. So when she did, I did whatever I could to make her happy. Or it wasn't going to be good for me.