Everybody in this story is fake, not real, imagination, etc. This goes for the subject matter and the placing together of words that equals a sentence structure and then a paragraph and then a story...all of it fiction. And all everybody that matters is over 18 and adult. Thanks and I hope you enjoy.
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Snap!!! Tim's arm broke. He screamed while Pete and his friends laughed their asses off. "What's the matter, you piece of shit? Can't even wipe your own ass any more, huh, bitch?" Pete stood up and kicked Tim in the arm once and then in the ribs. He stooped down and threw a fist to his face repeatedly, until Tim's screaming stopped.
"That's what happens when you don't do what the fuck you are told," Pete screamed at his victim. Looking through his book bag, he finally dumped it out and grabbed Tim's cell phone. Putting it into his pocket, he spat on Tim.
"I don't want you going and calling anyone over this. Keep your fucking mouth shut and I might take it easier on you next time." One of Pete's accomplices asked how Tim would get help. "Why the fuck do I care? Let him work it out himself...without my new phone." They all laughed and left Tim breathing in his own blood. He would remain there for six more hours until finally being discovered and rushed to the hospital.
Olivia Redmon had been working late when she got the call about her son. The attractive mother of 36 ran to her car, crying and wishing she hadn't worked late. If she hadn't, somehow, she could have stopped her son from being attacked. All she would have missed at work was an hour of not having her ass, tits, and legs ogled by the pigs in her meeting; she always faced this problem though.
Dark brunette hair cascading down just below her shoulders and framing a delicate, yet determined, face accented bright and piercing green eyes. Her 36C breasts were in almost perfect proportion to her hips and she worked out daily -- a habit that she wished her son would have picked up -- to create a musculature that tightened the parts that needed tightening and rounded the areas that needed rounding out.
It was more than one man who wished to not only be between her muscular legs but somehow knowing that she could kill him by just squeezing them tight enough around their waist.
Olivia's husband, Jim, was waiting at the hospital when she ran into the emergency room. Just like his son, he was not a big exercise nut, but with the work he did in computer technology, he was much more of a financial success and besides - Olivia loved him.
What she had problems with was the weakness that her son showed in character as well as physically. Never having a stomach for sniveling cowardice, she had to suppress a rage -- an anger at her son -- she knew didn't belong to a mother, who should be protective of her son.
She didn't want to be a protector to him, she wanted him to stand up for himself and have some pride. However, since her son has been bullied for the past four years, nearly non-stop, she has had to learn to repress the revulsion created by his flaws.
As she stood looking at her bloodied and broken son, she felt conflicted. The pain she felt for him, did exist...it was real. Unfortunately, though, she spent the formative years of her life dating the bully.
Turned on by the power they held and the pain they inflicted, she would find herself egging them on. She was always promising access to her sweet treasures if they would act out for her...act out on her wishes.
Maturity started to wane that desire she had to see her bully boyfriends at work. Eventually, she looked to men for different reasons as she saw that intelligence could get one further in society than muscle could. It still didn't cancel her fervent wish that Tim would defend himself...or at least do something to stop the abuse.
It was two weeks before Tim was ready to attend school again. During that time, Olivia took a leave of absence at work and tried to work with her son. Trying to lovingly sooth him and find out who attacked him, she became increasingly frustrated by his lack of will and his complete fear of a bully who obviously threatened to hurt him of he did.
Seeing no other choice, she let her son go to school alone, as he needed to learn to help himself. This did not mean that she would not be around, however, as she decided to follow him and see who was threatening her son. Years of experience with bullies would now come in handy as she was now the mother of the kid who was picked on.
Half-way to the school, Tim started walking across the street quickly and Olivia wasn't quite sure why until she saw Pete taking chase. He was a big guy, taller and more muscularly lean than anyone she had ever been with.
Before she saw Pete, she was headed over to save her son, but now she just stood there...watching.
The bully slapped her son hard and he fell to the ground, landing on his broken arm.
"Fucking pussy," she heard him scream at her son. She felt horrible but her nipples got hard and the hair on the back of her neck stood on end. A wetness crept into her cunt as she squeezed her legs closed, tightly.
Bighting her lip she watched the abuse go on for a few more minutes, until Tim gave Pete the money she had given for lunch. Tim was crying and all she could think was that maybe he should go without lunch today.
For now, though, she had to be a protector and stop this from happening again. It was horrible enough to have just let that incident take place in front of her. Although, she could justify her inaction with the idea that she was investigating and did not want to embarrass her son by running in. How to explain her sexual feelings though was better left to be explored another time, when she was home and very much alone.
Pete obviously wasn't going to school today as he headed in the opposite direction as Tim. Deciding to follow him and confront him wherever he would end up, Olivia snuck around about thirty feet behind her son's torturer.
Along the way she couldn't help notice his tight and muscular physique, from his ass all the way up to his shoulders.
"This is how a man should be built," she said to herself, under her breath. Casually, he walked not seeming to notice Olivia trailing him. At some point during the walk, however, she lost him.
Jogging up the street to catch up to him, she didn't notice that Pete had ducked into an alleyway and gasped in shock when she was grabbed from behind and dragged back into the shadows.
"Who the fuck are you?" he spat.
"Tim's mother."
"Who?"
"Tim Redmon, the kid you were just bullying."
"You're that shit stain's mother?"
"Yes," she answered, not bothering to dispute the name he called Tim.
He released her and asked, "How is it that you are his mother? You are fucking hot as hell!"
"Thanks, but I want to talk to you about leaving him alone...not my appearance."
"You're a liar," he smirked at her.
"What? I don't appreciate you accusing me of lying," she sprayed back angrily.
