Anonymous said: Hey love your blog. Can you do a story where a Milf makes a deal with her sons bully to stop him from bully him, but the only way he agrees to it is if she goes to his party and let him and a few of his friends see her naked but end up getting her drunk and fucks all of them. Letting them fuck all her holes and coming everywhere.
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When my son, Ian was struggling in school I couldn't believe it. I was called in for a special conference with the principal and his teachers so that I could address the problem. I knew what the problem was, but it seemed like no one would do a thing about it. I pulled the pastries I'd been baking out of the oven to let them cool as I got ready for the meeting. I made sure to dress conservatively so that I wouldn't look like I was anything other than a perfect mother, even though I knew that I wasn't perfect.
Ian had a lot of problems and the biggest of them was that he was being bullied by an older guy, Josiah Phillips. Josiah was one of the popular kids in school, but it wasn't because he was a nice guy. He was a mean kid and he bullied my son with the kind of verbal insults that hit deep and penetrated their victims' minds. My son had been doing okay before the bullying started but once his mental game had been knocked off course by Josiah's abuse, Ian had started failing every class.
I took a last look at my makeup in the mirror before I headed out. I looked tired but I knew that my makeup game was still on point. I brushed my dark hair away from my face. I had never liked the way I looked but I tried my best to just go with what God had given me. I rushed to grab my cooled pastries, placing them in a plastic container and hoping for the best.
I walked into the meeting a few minutes late. I looked around at the faces I recognized. The males in the room were all checking me out while trying to pretend that they weren't while the women scoffed at my sex appeal. I couldn't help how I looked. Men always seemed to be attracted to me, while other women tended to be jealous of me. It wasn't what I wanted but it wasn't my choice.
"Let's get this meeting started!" Mr. Adams, the principal said loudly.
"Hi, I'm Jane, Ian's mom," I said as we began introductions. Everyone took their turn, but when they came to a young man who looked like he might still be in high school I was shocked. What was this student doing in my son's meeting?
"Hi everyone, I'm Josiah Phillips. I was assigned to be Ian Dere's mentor at the beginning of the year." He looked into my eyes sweetly, the corners of his mouth turning upward into a wide grin. I smiled weakly back, recognizing instantly who he was by his name. This was my son's bully and somehow he had weaseled his way into this meeting. I was getting angry.
"Why is there another student in this meeting?" I demanded to know.
"This is your son's mentor."
"No, this is my son's bully. Ian has been coming home every night in tears over things Josiah has said and done to him."
"I've only been trying to help Ian," Josiah insisted and he looked so sincere that I almost believed him. My son didn't lie about things like that.
"That is a lie. Plus, I don't think another child should be present at the meeting for my child," I said angrily.
"I'm eighteen, which makes me an adult, Mrs. Dere." Josiah gave me a condescending look that confirmed what I already knew. He was taunting me. He was enjoying that he had bullied my kid and now I had to sit in the meeting with him. "Where is my little buddy, Ian today? I thought he was coming."
"He's sick," I lied. The truth was I didn't have the heart to bring Ian to the meeting. It was all about how he was failing and the poor kid had been through enough.
"Let's get down to business," Mr. Adams began. They went through all the things that were wrong with my son and what accommodations Ian would need in order to be successful. Josiah sat there with a smirk on his face that drove me insane. He grabbed one of my pastries from the dish and began to eat it, enjoying every bite. If I had known he'd be the one eating them I would have made them less delicious! By the time I left the meeting, I was ready to pull Ian out of the whole school and send him to an expensive private school where bullying was actually handled and not wholeheartedly ignored. I left the conference room, my hands shaking. My son was in danger of not passing tenth grade. How had this happened? I was starting to cry when I heard footsteps behind me.
"Mrs. Dere!"
"What?" I spun around to see Josiah Phillips standing there with his smirk still affixed to his ugly, little face.
"Look, you are one sexy ass MILF! Ian did not tell me that he had a hot ass mom!"
"Stop it right now! I'm leaving!" I turned back around and headed toward my car. I walked across the parking lot as Josiah hurried to catch up to me.
"Come on, Jane. I know you're horny and you like getting fucked. Me and a bunch of my friends all want to fuck you. I'm having a party and I'd love to offer you as the favor." Josiah was too close to me and I pushed him away with both of my hands.
"I'm not doing anything like that! What kind of woman do you think I am?" I was getting madder by the moment and I was actually very close to just punching the little asshole right in his ugly face. He wasn't backing down. He was still right in my face, in my personal space where I didn't want him.
"I think you're a hot MILF that wants her kid to stop getting bullied. Is that a pretty good assessment?" Josiah was such a cocky, little asshole. I wasn't going to give him the satisfaction of letting him see me get upset. I held it together, keeping my cool the best I could.
"I do want you to leave Ian alone!" I screamed with the passion I'd been trying to hide.
"I think we can totally help each other," he said.
