MILF Mom Blackmailed by Son’s Bully

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My oldest son Milton was on his college debate team. As a proud mom, I enjoyed watching his debates, helping him practice, and discussing ideas for upcoming debates.

Mikey was also on the debate team. I’d describe him as Milton’s rival. If one of them said “east”, the other would argue “west”. If one said “dog” the other would say “cat”. Milton’s main goal wasn’t just to win a debate, it was to beat Mikey. I”m not sure what started it, but it didn’t seem like a rivalry that would end anytime soon.

The subject of my son’s big end of year debate was going to be “Simulation” – are we all living in a simulation like The Matrix or not? Milton’s group took the position that we are not living in a simulation, while Mikey’s team was out to prove that we are.

In addition to the debate rivalry between the boys, Mikey was the opposite of my son in many ways – charismatic, tall, in great physical shape, and cute. Girls had his attention and many of the boys at the college also fell in line behind someone who they saw as strong and smart, a potential future leader. It was difficult not to be impressed with Mikey, even for me as I watched him battle with my own son.

Many nights, I would sit at the dinner table after work and listen to my son complaining about how Mikey said this and Mikey said that. I didn’t know Mikey beyond seeing him on the debate stage, but sometimes it felt like Mikey was living at our house, if only inside of my son’s head.

Outside of the debate team, the boys’ relationship was rather one-sided – my son was physically meeker and had less developed social skills, often becoming the target of Mikey’s bullying. The way that Mikey treated my son angered me as a mom, but I also knew that the boys were young adults and that could be a complicated time in life.

One day after a live debate, the woman I was sitting next to introduced me to her son, none other than Mikey himself. I was nervous around the young man since I knew so much about him without ever having met him before. His mother couldn’t tell I was nervous, but Mikey could.

Mikey was a few feet taller than me, so the way he looked down at me when he spoke made me feel like I was in the presence of an alpha male. The cocky smirk he gave me when he spoke, and the way he immediately tried to dominate me in conversation, made my body react. His leaning in close to me while we spoke wasn’t helping things. I was getting excited, though I wasn’t sure why.

We made small talk, and he got to know me a little, chuckling at my “no simulation” positive on their big upcoming debate. I laughed nervously around him instead of standing my ground and challenging the things he said. I couldn’t Şişli escort bayan stop smiling and agreeing with everything he said – Milton would not have approved.

After Mikey’s mother went to say hello to someone else, he suggested the two of us talk over coffee at his place. He gave me the address and told me to be there in an hour. The way Mikey said that to me – telling me to meet him rather than asking me – was making me scared, and more excited. I was focused on the smirk on his lips and the way he looked me up and down as he talked. I was at the mercy of this kid, and he knew it.

I quickly started making mental plans about how I could get there after dropping Milton off at home. I headed to the ladies’ room to do my makeup and ensure I looked good. I was aware that wanting to look my best for my son’s rival was not very motherly, but I was way into the moment to care. Seeing me across the room talking to my son, Mikey gave me a cocky thumbs-up and wink. My body shuddered. I was wet.

What kind of woman does that make me? I may not have agreed with Mikey’s debate positions, but I was taken with his arrogance. In my eyes, he was strong and assertive, everything my son wasn’t. At that moment, all I wanted to do was worship my son’s rival.

After dropping Milton off, I told him I had to run a few errands, and that I would be home in a couple of hours. I almost broke the speed limit driving to Mikey’s. When I got there, I was relieved to see no cars in the driveway — that meant his parents weren’t at home. Mikey answered the door wearing only a t-shirt and boxers.

There was minimal small talk with my son’s rival/bully when I entered his house. The second his finger touched my arm, I dropped all defenses and began babbling about how much I wanted him. I told him about how wet he made me at the debate. Mikey laughed triumphantly and said he already knew it. He boasted about having an intuition of when a girl was wet for him.

“You’re not the first MILF mom all over my stick,” My son’s rival snickered. “Damn sure won’t be the last, either.”

Mikey put his hands on my shoulders and pushed me down to my knees. The stench of his sweaty cock was like heaven to me. As I peeled down his boxer briefs, his fat beer-can cock hit me in the face. It was thick, meaty, and long – a real man’s cock. I savored every second of it, smelling him, licking his balls, licking around his rod, I worshiped every inch of my son’s bully. As he grabbed my hair and throat, Mikey began skull-fucking me. I grabbed his ass and let the kid have his way with my mouth. I knew I betrayed my son by allowing his enemy to cum in my mouth – and Escort Sultangazi boy did he cum – buckets of semen I couldn’t swallow in time. So much so that cum seeped out of the sides of my lips.

It didn’t end there. Mikey was hard again within minutes. He flipped me over and carried me into his bedroom over his shoulder, dumping me on my back when we got to his bed. I tore off my top and BEGGED Mikey to fuck me hard and rough.

“Tell me what you want,” Mikey said looking down at me. He had such superiority, such authority over me. It was making me wet, and there was no point in fighting it.

“I want you,” I whimpered. Mikey lifted my head by placing his hand under my chin and asked me the same question.

“Fuckin’ right you do,” Mikey said with a smug look on his face. “I think I’m gonna make you my little spy.”

“What does that mean?” I said confused.

“It means you’re gonna do what I say, when I say it. You’re gonna tell me stuff about your son so that I can destroy him at the next debate.”

“You’re blackmailing me into betraying my son….?”

“You came to me, babe,” Mikey said stepping away from me. “Gee, I wonder how your son would react if he found out you fucked his bully. I bet that little wimp would get off on this too. A sissy, just like his mom. He’s probably at home wearing your panties right now.”

“Don’t talk about my son that way,” I said trying to protect Milton. I needed to show Mikey that I wasn’t a complete pushover.

“Watch yourself, babe” Mikey’s tone was stern. “I’m in charge here. Piss me off and I’ll take it out on your sissy boy son.”

“Okay, okay, sorry…”

“You’re gonna do what I say from now on, though.”

“Or what?” I said placing my hand on his chest.

“Disobey me and we’ll find out. Right?”

“…”

“I asked you a question, babe.”

“Yes, Mikey.”

“That’s my girl.” Mikey chucked before winking at me.

Mikey approached me from behind, his big hands grabbed my waist. One hand then grabbed my tit; the other slid up my skirt. Mikey moaned when he felt my wetness.

“What are you?”

“I’m your girl.”

“Fucking right you are.”

My son’s bully slid his thick fat fingers into my wet hot pussy. He was preparing me for his big dick.

“Please, fuck me Mikey!” I screamed loud enough for the neighbors to hear. Something told me they were used to hearing women cry out Mikey’s name.

“Why should I fuck you?”

“Because I need it?”

“That’s nice,” Mikey laughed. “But I don’t give a fuck what you need.”

Mikey slid his giant mushroom head into my bare pussy and marveled at how wet I was for him. Taksim escort He was able to glide his fat cock right into me.

“You want me to fuck you slow?”

“No…”

“You want it rough?”

“Yesss……”

“Beg.”

“Please, Mikey, fuck me hard!” I begged my son’s bully.

Mikey shoved half of his giant cock inside of me. He bent me over by pushing my body forwards with one hand and clutched my ass with the other one. He thrust into me slowly at first, but as he picked up the pace, he got more of his thick dick inside of me. I was shocked at how easily my pussy was accommodating him.

“I never had a girl as wet as you before,” Mikey said while slapping my ass. “You’re tight as fuck, babe.”

My son’s bully was breathing hard. Mikey slammed into me repeatedly, so hard that I grabbed the couch’s armrest for balance. My comfort was of no interest to this kid. All he wanted to do was bust a nut. What he didn’t expect was for me to orgasm the way I did. My pussy was convulsing all over his big cock. My body was vibrating. I began squirting. I had never experienced any of these sensations. Sure, I orgasmed with my vibrator before, but Mikey was hitting all the right places. It was his speed, girth, and aggressiveness from an alpha-male that helped me accomplish this orgasm.

Mikey had me begging for his big cock. His sweat poured all over my body, his lips on my big tits, his cock thrusting into me deeper and deeper, his hand pulling my hair while fucking me doggy style. The big bully left red marks on my ass, that’s how hard he was slapping it.

My guilt about betraying my son by having sex with his bully was still on my mind, but I tabled it. I was so overwhelmed with lust at that point. I also knew that by caving into my desires, odds are Mikey was going to exploit me, and that this wasn’t going to be the last time I’d be at the business end of his big dick. Instead of worrying about it, the concept of being under this kid’s thumb made me even wetter than I already was.

Mikey pulled out, flipped me over and pushed me down to my knees again. A blast of cum shot right into my eye, and I gasped, two more shots hit the back of my throat. Cum then began pouring down my cheeks and lips. This kid was like a fountain of semen.

“Next time,” Mikey laughed as he pulled up his pants. “I won’t pull out…”

“Mikey…” I tried to talk him out of coming inside of me, but he cut me off.

“…And I’m going to call your dumbass son and make him listen to his sexy MILF mom taking his bully’s big dick.” And with those words, I climaxed again, like never before, squiring a mess all over Mikey’s bedsheets.

I looked up at my son’s bully, his cocky smirk helping me realize what I had just done. As a mother, I should have been worried beyond belief about how this was going to affect my relationship with my son. All I could think about, though, was the fact that Mikey had mentioned that there would definitely be a “next time”.

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