This was the worst day of my life. Let me start from the beginning. I live with a single mom, a beautiful woman who I adored and treated me far better than I deserved. Well, I tried to make her as happy as possible. I spoiled her with good grades, being a good kid and staying at home most nights to watch sitcoms with her, and buying her presents from time to time. I wanted to make her feel like a princess, because my dad never treated her like one.
She hadn't been with another man in years, which I knew was for my benefit more than hers, and now that I was in college, I wondered over and over if she was lonely. She didn't act like she was, but we didn't discuss this much with each other.
A huge problem for me was... she was absolutely stunning. Even I couldn't help but admit it. This meant that people would gawk at her on the streets, and a huge bully at school, who followed me past high school into one of the lowest programs at our college, would constantly tease me about my mother's gorgeous body. She had a typical hourglass figure, red hair with ample breasts and huge hips, which definitely went well with the birthing process. I didn't have a huge innuendo, and I typically satisfied that with a bit of porn, so I didn't lust after her like other guys did, and it would be wrong... knowing that she was my mother.
It just bothered me tremendously when people wolf-whistled and made comments about her on the streets, and it clearly bothered her as well, as she tried to hide it from me her whole life.
Anyways, it all went wrong a day where I toured her around my campus. I was excited to show her the facilities, particularly the new science labs, which I would be working in for the next few years. She was cheerful and lovely, and though she didn't understand a lot of it, made a lot of comments as I gave her the rundown. She repeatedly informed me that she was very proud of me for making it this far, despite our early struggles in life. I couldn't help but blush at the comments.
After having lunch together, I took her to the boy's locker room, complaining that I had to still take gym classes my first year to encourage kids to join some of the sports teams, she joked about the stinky smell, and I was about to take her out when the door closed behind us. "Oh, sorry. I was just showing my mom around the facilities." I said before turning around. I stopped in my tracks when I saw him. The bully that's been shadowing me my whole life. Steven.
"Hey David." He said, his eyes shifting to my mother before looking back at me. "How's it going?"
I nodded, trying to be courteous in front of her. "Oh, not much. We're just having some fun looking around. How about you?"
"Good. Good." He said, stealing a glance at my mother again.
"Hello." She said, holding a hand out. "I'm Melissa, David's mom."
He nodded. "I've seen you around town a few times over the years, ma'am. Me and David are good friends." I rolled my eyes. Good friends? Really? He'd tortured me the last few years of my life, and finally began slowing down as we grew up. Steven was still standing by the door, and he moved his hand behind him to lock it. The 'click' sound echoed through the air between the three of us. I gulped, what was he planning? There was no way he was going to bully me in front of my own mother. It didn't make any sense.
"Um... why'd you lock the door?" I asked, trying to act casual.
"I just wanted to get to know Mrs. Faulcon better." He said.
"Oh no." My mom shook her head, still smiling, but looking a little nervous at the tension in the air. "Just call me Melissa."
Steven walked up to us, a looming presence, and stood down at one of the chairs sticky with the student's sweat. "Come, sit with me." He said, patting the spot next to him.
My mother looked at me cautiously, and I could tell she knew something was wrong. This was quite an unusual situation, after all. "Oh, no. That's okay." She said. "We're just heading home now." She moved towards me, pulling me to the door, and Steven cleared his throat loudly in response.
"Why not spend a few minutes talking to your son's friend, hmm? What's the hurry?" He said cruelly. It sounded like a threat, and we both knew it. She nodded, and shakily walked towards him, sitting as far away from him on the bench as possible. He didn't even hesitate before shifting closer to her, so close that their legs were touching.
I moved to sit next to them as well, but Steven shot me a glare so hot I knew I had to back off. For now. I moved a few steps back, leaning against the lockers to watch, still trying to determine what his plans were. "So, what did you want to talk about, Steven?" She asked, her voice was slightly shaky, but she still maintained her bright smile.
"Hmm..." He said, pretending to think. "I think I'm wondering how desperate you are to be fucked when you haven't been touched by a man in decades."
