Sons and Bullies

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This is just fiction, please don't take it too seriously. All characters are 18 or older

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My name is Miyoko Tamura. I'm a 45-year-old wife and mother from Yokohama, Japan. About 5 years ago my husband was transferred to America, so our whole family (him, me, and our teenage son Takeshi) all became immigrants. We had been living the American dream since then, but my son found it hard to adjust. He was 13 when we first came here, and he's now 18 in his last year of high school, but it's still very hard for him to fit in and make friends at school.

Specifically, he was getting bullied. Takeshi had made few friends since coming to America. And in high school, things had only gotten worse. The other kids had gotten meaner every year. Apparently there was this one kid, Mike, a 19-year-old senior who had been held back a year, who was now so violent and aggressive that Takeshi was afraid to come to school.

That's why I found myself seated in the school's guidance counselor office one day. The guidance counselor was a very nice, optimistic woman who thought that if I sat down face-to-face with my son's bully, I could make him see that my son was a human being who deserved respect. I doubted that this plan would work, but I decided to give it a try since I didn't really have anything to lose by coming in anyway.

The guidance counselor (a large blonde woman in her 50s) was seated across the desk from me. We spent a few minutes making idle chit-chat about school life while we waited for the other student to come to the office.

The door opened. In came what I first took be another teacher. He certainly looked like an adult man! He was 180cm tall and heavy with muscle. He was wearing jeans and a tight white shirt that really showed off his chest muscles. He also had black hair, neatly slicked back, and a little bit of beard stubble.

"Hello Mike. Thanks for coming in," said the guidance counselor. "Please sit down next to Mrs. Tamura."

Mike? She called him by his first name? That's when I realized that this wasn't a teacher- this was the student who had been bullying my son! He was not only much larger than my son, but appeared much more mature.

"Hello Mrs. Tamura," he said, and sat down next to me. Then he brazenly looked down at my chest! OK, maybe he wasn't really all that mature.

The guidance counselor gave a nice little speech about being respectful and kind towards your fellow students. Unfortunately it was also rather boring. Frankly even I found it hard to pay attention. I watched Mike instead, who was not even pretending to pay attention. He was looking all around the room instead- at the walls, then my face, then the desk, then my boobs, then the guidance counselor, then my legs.

I had put on a nice grey skirtsuit to make a good impression, which I only then realized might have been a little too revealing. It wasn't slutty or anything, it was just fashionable to show a tiny hint of cleavage and leg. But apparently even that tiny bit was enough to get the attention of Mike.

I guess I should have been offended, but I wasn't. Mike was just a 18-year-old bully amped up on testosterone. The same hormones that made him physically aggressive would also give him a burning sex drive. That was natural. I would just have to find a way to get past those hormones and reach his brain. I had overcome many obstacles for the sake of my son, and Mike was just the latest challenge to solve.

The counselor seemed to be wrapping up her speech. I could tell it had made no impression on Mike, so I decided to try a more direct appeal.

"Would you mind if I had a moment alone with Mike?" I asked the counselor. "I want to speak to him one-on-one."

"Of course!" she said. "That's a great idea! I'll give you two the office for a bit. Just let me know if you need me, OK?"

She left the room. Mike didn't even glance at her as she left- he kept his attention on me.

I decided to be direct. "Mike, why do you hurt my son?" I asked.

He looked away from me. "Now that's a loaded question," he said.

"It is? Why?" I was confused by his response.

"Well, you've prejudged me. You think I'm this evil bully who tortures your son, right?" He looked me straight in the eyes as he said this. "There's no way I can come back from that. No matter what answer I give, you're going to hate me."

"I wouldn't hate you unless you keep hurting me son. I just want to understand you better." That was the truth.

"How about a deal," he said. "Tell me a little about yourself, first. That way I can understand YOU better. Than I'll tell you about me, and we can understand each other as equals."

"Fine. What do you want to know about me?"

He paused for a second to think. "What's your name? Your first name, I mean."

"It's Miyoko," I answered.

"Miyoko. That's a nice name. You came from Japan, right?"

"Yes. From a city called Yokohama. I moved here with my family five years ago, for my husband's job."

"How long have you been married?" he asked.

"Almost 20 years now. We were also a couple before that."

"20 years, wow. That's a long time. And all that time... no one else?"

I found myself getting embarrassed. It was a little odd to be talking about my own romantic history with this young guy I'd just met.

"No. No one else. Just my husband. Do you understand me now? My family is very important to me."

"Yeah, I get that." He nodded. "Just one other thing though."

"Oh?"

He grinned. "What's your cup size?"

The nerve of this punk! Had he really just asked me that? It had been a long time since anyone had sexually harassed me, and I certainly wasn't expecting it from some high school student. Maybe because it was unexpected that I wasn't prepared, or maybe it was his air of confidence. I've always had a submissive streak to men who are confident. I found myself answering.

"B cup."

"B cup huh?" His gaze went down to my breasts. "Yeah, looks like you've got a little something there. Not too big, but enough to fill your hands, right? I like it."

"Um, yes." I decided to change the topic. "Now will you answer my questions?"

"Certainly. What do you want to know?"

There was really only one thing I wanted to know. "Why do you hurt my son? Is it it fun for you? Or do you just hate him? Are you prejudiced against Asians?"

He paused, and seemed to be thinking it over carefully. "No, it's not a race thing. And I try not to hurt him too much. But I have admit it is fun for me. It just gives me a thrill, you know?"

"What kind of thrill?"

"The thrill of... power." He spoke slowly, but with great intensity. "When I'm holding down your son and making him squeal for mercy... it's such a rush."

"Oh..." Now I felt like I was beginning to understand. But I wanted to know more. "Did it excite you?"

I stared him in the eye as I said that, and he stared right back without breaking his gaze. His dark blue eyes were piercing right through me.

"Whatever does that mean, Mrs. Tamura?" he asked.

"I mean... sexually. Were you sexually aroused by the situation?"

He gave a small, sneaky smile, then nodded. "Don't get me wrong. I'm straight, but I did enjoy dominating your son. Just the pure power of it, you know? I was shoving him around with one arm, doing whatever I wanted while all the other kids watched. I couldn't help but get a little excited."

"Yes..." I could easily imagine it. The tall, muscular Mike holding down my shrimp of a son. His male organ full of sexual excitement from the thrill of physical domination. I couldn't believe it, but I was actually getting aroused from the idea of my son being bullied.

I wondered for a brief second if Mike's cock was as large and powerful as the rest of his body. It probably was! And the thrill of physical victory in a fight would have him yearning to celebrate by thrusting it inside a woman... but I shook my head and cleared away those thoughts.

"I think you should find some other way to find your thrills," I said. "Do you play any sports?"

"Yeah, I'm on the football team. But that's only in the fall, so in the spring like now, I gotta find something else to do. But you're right, I should find better ways to get my kicks. Maybe you could help me with that, Mrs. Tamura?"

"Oh? How?"

He grinned. "Stand up so I can see that whole body of yours."

This punk! What a jerk! But again, I found myself going along with his request. This guy really brought out my submissive side. I rose out of my chair and stood right in front of him. His face was at eye level with my breasts, as he looked me up and down.

"Nice legs!" he said. "Your whole figure is great."

"Oh... thank you." I found myself blushing. I knew I shouldn't be pleased, but I was. Even at my age, and being a mom, I was still attractive to younger men! It was nice to know that I was still sexy.

"Now turn around," he ordered. And I did so. I stopped, facing away, so that he could see the back half of my body. I even stuck my butt out a little and wiggled my hips for him so that he could get a good look. What was I doing!?

"Mrs. Tamura, you have a great ass."

I turned back around and sat down in a hurry.

"Thank you..." I was now blushing bright red. "Was that also a thrill for you?"

He grinned. "Oh yeah!" I looked down and notice a bulge in his crotch.

This was going too far. I needed to de-escalate.

"I see! Well, I'm glad we were able to talk things out. I hope you can continue to find other ways to entertain yourself that don't hurt others."

"Yeah, I'll try. But it's not easy, you know! School is so boring, and I just get these urges..." He looked at me with smoldering eyes.

"Many boys your age do. I'm sure the guidance counselor can talk to you about ways to deal with that. I'll be going now..."

"Can I get your number?"

"What?"

"Just... let me get your phone number. Then, instead of me going after your son, I'll talk to you about it. OK?"

This was stupid. It made no sense at all for him to call me on the phone. But dammit, why not. I opened my purse, jotted down my phone number on a piece of paper, and handed it to him. Then I left without saying anything further.

***

Later that night, I was lying in bed when I heard my phone vibrate. It was a message from Mike:

HEY. NICE MEETING YOU TODAY. YOU SEEM COOL

I had just gotten out of the shower and changed into my nightclothes, a white silk nightgown. Usually at this time of night I read for a bit before I go to bed, so I was in a relaxed mood. Maybe that's why I responded to him right away.

LIKEWISE. I HOPE THAT YOU WILL BE NICE TO TAKESHI FROM NOW ON.

A few moments later I got a response:

ILL TRY BUT NO PROMISES. IVE GOT TOO MUCH ENERGY AND NOTHING TO DO WITH IT

I bit my lip. The energy of this young athlete frightened me. I didn't want him to bully my son, but he didn't seem like the kind of guy who could just sit quietly.

I wrote back something crazy:

MAYBE YOU NEED TO MASTURBATE? I THINK THAT HELPS YOUNG GUYS LIKE YOU CALM DOWN.

Please understand, I was just trying to give him health advice and get him to leave my son alone. Or, that's what I was telling myself anyway. This punk really seemed to bring out the wild side in me.

The next response from him wasn't a text message, it was a photo. A closeup photo of his penis! Very large, very pink, and very erect. It was circumcised and I could see the veins. Even just in the still photo, it looked like it was throbbing. It looked frightfully potent, like it might reach out of the photo and get me pregnant.

OH MY

A stupid response, but that was all I could think of.

Then his response:

YEAH IM WAY AHEAD OF YOU ON THAT. BUT MASTURBATING DOESNT HELP. I NEED A REAL WOMAN. LIKE YOU. GIVE ME YOUR ADDRESS SO I CAN COME OVER

I thought for a bit. Much to my surprise, I was aroused from the dick pic and his messages. My vagina was tingling with more excitement than I'd felt in years. I found myself wanting to strip naked, wanting to play with it... and wanting to respond to his invitation.

But no. That would be too shameless. Instead I sent him this response:

I CAN SEE YOU HAVE A LOT OF SEXUAL ENERGY. YOUR PENIS LOOKS VERY HEALTHY AND EXCITED. BUT I AM TOO OLD FOR YOU. YOU NEED TO MASTURBATE OR FIND A GIRL YOUR OWN AGE.

I waited for his response, trying to suppress the urge to touch my clit. I was still staring at his dick pic when he sent me another picture.

This one was a full body shot. He was standing up, full naked, next to a small bookshelf that was roughly Takeshi's height. Mike's rippling muscles and erect penis were on full display as he leaned on the bookshelf, smiling.

Then he sent me another message, more blunt:

NO, I WANT TO FUCK YOU. GIVE ME YOUR ADDRESS AND LET ME COME OVER, OR I WILL MAKE YOUR SONS LIFE HELL

What an asshole! What a terrible human being! But he was so attractive. I hated him for threatening my son, and I also hated myself for being so attracted to him. I wanted that naked body on me, and that huge dick inside of me.

I sent him back my address. Then I shut off my phone and pretended that I hadn't.

I lay there in bed, trying not to think about what I had done. Or about Mike. But I kept fantasizing about him. About his body, his attitude, his smile, and the way he dominated my son. My body was burning, and my vagina was aching.

Finally I gave up. I hiked up my nightgown and pulled my panties down. I started touching myself, shamelessly, like a slut. But it felt so good to rub my clit! I hadn't had sex in a long time, so I was full of desire. I started rubbing it in slow circles, enjoying the sensations. I was fantasizing about Mike coming over to fuck me. But he wouldn't actually do it, would he? That was just a dumb text message.

That's when the doorbell rang.

Hurriedly I pulled my panties back up, and my nightgown back down. My vagina was soaked, my nipples were pointing straight out, and I was frustrated that I hadn't had time to finish. Part of me didn't want to answer that doorbell. But I did.

***

My son got to the door right as I opened it. He stared at Mike, then turned to me. "Mom, what's going on? Why why is HE here???" He was sweating and trembling, and it was easy to see he was scared of Mike. Mike was shirtless so it was easy to see just how muscular he was. He was wearing only a pair of faded blue jeans.

"Don't worry, Takeshi. Everything is fine." I felt so bad for my son, and I wanted to put him at ease. But I couldn't think of a convincing lie, so I decided to just come clean.

"I talked to Mike. I was worried about you, so I thought we could talk things out. I invited Mike to come over and discuss how things this in more detail. Sounds like he won't bully you any more, isn't that great?"

"Mom, what are you talking about?" Takeshi screamed. "Mike is an asshole!!!"

Mike broke in. "Please excuse me, Mrs. Tamura. I had a little misunderstanding with your son the other day. But everything is cool now, isn't it, big T?" He flashed a grin at my son.

Takeshi turned red and screamed: "Misunderstanding!? Cool!? You asshole, you've been picking on me ever since I came to this school."

Then Takeshi did something that really shocked me. He charged at Mike, and tried to punch him! My son is a very sweet child, so I've never seen him violent before, and this really threw me for a loop.

Mike easily blocked the punch. It was easy to see that, in addition to being much larger than my son, Mike also had a lot more fighting experience. He laughed at Takeshi. "Is that all you got?" Takeshi tried to hit him again, but this time Mike punched him in the stomach first, and Takeshi went down in a heap.

I stared at them both in shock. My son, lying on the ground, gasping for air. Mike, standing above him, gloating in triumph. I hated him for what he had done to my son. But I couldn't help but feel a bit of admiration for this strong white champion.

And a bit of excitement in my body, from seeing the fight. I didn't like that feeling in myself, but I couldn't deny it either.

"Stop!" I screamed. "Don't hurt him!"

Mike flashed his cocky grin at me. "I'm not hurting him, we're just playing around." But then he kneeled down, grabbed Takeshi's arm, and twisted it. Takeshi screamed in pain. It looked excruciating.

"Please don't hurt my son!" I begged.

Mike relaxed his arm a little, so Takeshi stopped screaming, but Mike kept his hold. "Miyoko, your son attacked me, and I had to defend myself. How are you going to make this up to me?"

I glanced at Mike's crotch, and noticed an erection poking out. He must have gotten excited from the physical violence, or maybe it was just from his complete domination of my son. Either way, I could clearly see it- a big, obvious statement of "I want to fuck" poking out of those jeans. It didn't take a mind reader to know how this young male would want me, a woman, to "make it up to him."

"I'll do it! I promise I will, so let him go, please!" I pleaded.

Mike stared at me like he was burning a hole in me. "You'll do what, Miyoko?"

I hated this asshole so much, but I also hated myself for getting turned on by all this. "I'll... make you feel good." I felt my pussy tingling and moistening as I said it.

Mike continued staring at me- he didn't look away for a second, even though Takeshi was thrashing around below him. "How will you make me feel good, Miyoko?"

"I'll... you know. Like we talked about." I flushed in shame, and stared at my feet. "Please don't make me say it in front of him."

"What did you say, mom!?" Takeshi screamed in impotent rage.

"There, you see?" Mike taunted. "He wants to know. So why don't you tell him how you're going to make this up to me?"

I looked up at him again. Mike was the vision of an alpha male white bully. He was dominating my son on the ground with just one hand while he held himself tall and proud. I felt him undressing me with his eyes, and I was burning with desire to let him undress me for real. That massive cock of his was bulging out of his jeans, demanding to get inside me. My pussy was running wet with juices, preparing itself for him--it felt like my will to resist was melting inside me and flowing out of my crotch.

"With sex!" I screamed. He looked startled, so I continued at a regular volume. "I'll satisfy you. Sexually. I'll suck that huge cock as long as you want, and then you can fuck me in any way you want. My pussy is yours. In my bed, in Takeshi's bed, or in the shower. As many times as you want. You can even fuck my ass, I don't care, just don't hurt my son!"

"Well now..." Mike grinned. I noticed his boner twitch, no doubt fantasizing about all the things he was about to do to me. "Thank you for being honest, Mrs. Tanaka. Takeshi, did you hear that? Did you hear what a whore your mom is? She wants me to fuck the same pussy you came out of!"

"Mom... what the fuck!" Takeshi's scream was muffled into the ground. "How could you do that? Don't do it with this asshole, I don't care if he breaks my arm--ow!" His words were cut off as Mike once again twisted his arm.

I ran towards them, and kneeled on the ground in front of Mike. Both knees on the ground, dogeza style, like I was giving a formal apology. "Please... let him go." I begged. And just in case the implications weren't already obvious enough, I put my hand on his thigh, and moved it slowly towards his crotch.

"Oh, very well," Mike said, heavy with sarcasm, as if he was doing us a huge favor. He pulled Takeshi to his feet and released him. "Now get out of here. I need some time alone with your mom." Takeshi tried to argue, but stopped when Mike threatened him with a fist. "Get!" Mike yelled. Takeshi ran out the door, crying.

"Now then," Mike turned to me. With Takeshi gone, I was now totally alone with this huge muscle-bound stud. I felt a mixture of fear, shame, and intense arousal. I was terrified of what he might do to me, and I hated myself for giving away my virtue to my son's bully- but my pussy was dripping through my panties as I waited for him to take advantage of me.