My Bully (Novel)

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.”

The two of us gasped out loud in synchrony. “How dare you!” I shouted.

My mother slapped him across the face in shock, and then gasped at herself for doing something like that. “Who taught you how to speak like that?!” She yelled.

He grabbed her wrist, menace in his glare as he looked at her. “Touch me again, and I will hurt your son right in front of your very eyes.” He said with scary calm.

“Mom…” I said, my eyes darting across the two of them, wondering what I should do.

She nodded, and he dropped her wrist, letting her tuck her arm back into her body. “What do you want from us?” She asked, dropping the sweet act.

“I want to fuck you in front of your own son, of course.” Steven said matter-of-factly in response.

“What?!” I shouted in outrage. “Steven, we’ll give you whatever you want. Just leave us alone.”

He shook her head. “Nah. I’m going to claim what I’ve wanted for years. Today. And you’re going to watch me do it because you’re just a little bitch, aren’t you?”

“Please.” My mom said, I could see her body shaking already. “We’ll do whatever you want. Not that.” God… I couldn’t imagine it. Didn’t want to imagine it. This was absolutely and utterly terrifying.

“Like I said, nothing you say is going to change my mind. He looked feral at this point, and moved to put his hand between her thighs, spreading them apart. She shook her head repeatedly, and tears began to run down her eyes from the fear.

I moved forwards to stop them, to do something. I didn’t even care if he punched me. I had to save her. As I did though, he looked up and glared at me, and gave my mom a hard squeeze against her leg, making her gasp out loud in response. I realized at that moment that anything I did would make things worse. Far worse. It might be better to wait and escape when the right opportunity comes.

He moved his hand out and shifted her head towards him, forcing her to look at him. Before she could say anything, though, he placed his mouth on hers. He spread her mouth wide open, and I could only stand there and watch as my childhood bully had his way with my mother. He began to swirl his tongue into her, and I could see him force his way in, spreading her wider and wider as their tongues pressed together. She closed her eyes, probably telling herself that it was all a dream and this wasn’t real, just like I was right now.

His hand dove deeper into her thighs, squeezing and petting them as he stroked closer and closer to her crotch, strong motions from his fingers as he swept across. She shook her head when he let go of the kiss, and she looked at him intently and said, “please, don’t do this. Isn’t a kiss enough for you?”

“Don’t pretend like it was for you. I know you’re wet as fuck right now, slut.” He said.

She looked at me dead in the eyes and bit her lip. I shook my head, telling her it wasn’t the right time to do anything. I mouthed, “I forgive you” when I knew he wasn’t watching, and she gave me a slight nod.

“Let’s show your son how wet you are, huh?” Steven grabbed her arms and forced her to spin around with the front of her body pressed against the lockers. He forced her legs apart, showing off her dress to me as he pulled the dress up, exposing her pink lacey underwear.

I gulped. This was not what I wanted to see. Not at all. He began to stroke her legs again, higher and higher up, and she shook her head over and over, saying ‘no’ to herself as he continued to touch her. A moment later, he pulled her pants off, revealing a sticky wet mess against her panties and crotch. I gasped out loud, unable to help myself. Was she getting turned on by being treated like this? Especially by someone her son’s age?

I couldn’t believe it, was she that desperate to be fucked she’d get turned on by anyone? She looked back at me, like she knew exactly what we would be finding there. “I’m sorry.” She said, and made a small sob before turning around.

“Why are you apologizing for being a woman and claiming what you desire, huh?” Steven said, and moved his fingers to swirl around her pussy, playing with the sticky mess already created. She was cleanly shaven, which showed off her swollen pussy and clit very well. She was so fucking ready for him, it was disgusting. She began to moan at the sensation of him playing with her, his expert fingers sliding over her mound over and over again.

When she looked like she was quaking with need, he pressed his index and middle finger into her, deeply plunging into her as she moaned out loud. “Oh, god.” She said. I closed my eyes. I didn’t want to see this anymore.

Steven seemed to notice everything, though, and said, “You keep your fucking eyes open, David.” I could hear the sticky noises of him pumping into her over and over again, and knew she was enjoying herself. How could I stand watching something like this?

I opened my eyes finally, letting myself watch. I could do this. I could stand to watch the whole thing, and when it was done, we’ll call the police and it’ll all be over. I knew it. He would be arrested for what he did. He had bent in between her legs, and was now sucking on her enormous swollen clit while he pumped his fingers into her cunt. She had her legs wide and ready for him, though it was shaking from the sensations of being assaulted like.

“How long has it been, Mrs. Faulcon? How long has it been since someone touched you like that? Satisfy you like the beauty that you are?” She could only moan in response, completely and utterly lost in her lust-filled world. “I bet you want me to fuck you, don’t you? To fill you up with my big fat cock and spread you wide open in front of your own son.” He stopped talking and began to lick faster, matching his pace perfectly with the pumping of his fingers. Her juices were getting so heavy now that they were dripping down his hands, falling onto the floor. He was churning them up, and lapping it up like a greedy dog. I wanted to puke just watching it. I couldn’t believe sex could look so disgusting and vulgar.

She was moving her hips against him, moving back and forth to get the best sensation possible. I couldn’t believe she was actually enjoying this. I felt so disappointed in her, and just wanted to leave them in their lust-filled world, since this was clearly what she wanted. “Cum for me, baby.” He said, and gave her a loud spank against her ass. She cried out loud, and I could see her cunt pulse and squeeze his fingers over and over again as the cum squirted out of her, drenching his fingers completely.

Steven grinned in satisfaction, and pushed his fingers into his mouth, sucking on it like he was hungry. “Fuck, I love a woman who squirts.” He said.

“Can you let us go, now?” I asked, though I knew it was pointless.

“If you think I’m done with her, you’re mistaken, bitch.” He replied. He pulled his pants off, and kept her in place while he did so. She was shaking and leaning against the lockers, unwilling to even look at me. How could she, when someone like him could easily give him an orgasm like that? I would never be able to see her the same way again. And she knew that herself.

His dick sprang out from behind his boxers, and I couldn’t believe it. He was fucking huge. He was thick and girthy, with veins wrapped around him, and precum already oozing out. Clearly, treating women like this turned him in tremendously. He moved behind my mother and grabbed her waist. She shook her head, knowing what was about to happen next, but unable to stop it from happening. He aligned his dick against her cunt, and without a word of warning, thrusted into her. She gasped out loud, and then screamed out loud as he forced himself in further. “Oh, god.” She said, and I could see her eyes rolling to the back of her head from the angle I was watching. I wanted so desperately to close my eyes again, but I couldn’t do it. Not when I knew he was still watching my reaction.

My dick was starting to react, and I couldn’t hide it anymore. It pushed against my pants, eager to get out and join them, and I shook my head, trying to contain myself. I would not get horny from watching my mother get fucked. I would not get horny from watching my mother get fucked. I repeated it in my head over and over again, to no avail. It was too fucking hot for me not to. I could hear the squelching sound as he pushed into her, and her walls were spread apart to the farthest extent as he moved out and pushed into her further.

With every thrust, he moved deeper into her cunt, and she moaned over and over, her eyes now completely filled with whites. “Your dick is huge!” She cried out, as he forced his body into her more.

“Almost there, baby.” He gritted out, and grabbed onto her waist harder as he gave her a final thrust. He paused, letting her adjust. She looked like she was part of another world, like she didn’t even know I was there anymore. “I’ve never had a woman this tight.” He said, clearly in his own lust-filled world. “You clearly need a good fucking.”

And so he began thrusting into her, over and over again, making her moan out loud with every single thrust into her cervix. I could only stand there and watch, glancing down at my erection once in a while, wondering how bad it would be if I touched myself. No, I shouldn’t. It would make the situation even more awkward than it already was, no matter how much I wanted to.

“You’re milking me like crazy!” He groaned out loud, and reached a hand around to play with her clit as he fucked her. She would be incredibly sensitive from just cumming, and it already seemed like she needed to cum again.

“Oh, god. Oh, god. Oh, god.” She said repeatedly, like it was the only two words in her vocabulary anymore.

“I’m cumming, baby.” Steven cried out, and I could literally see his balls tighten underneath him as he groaned and came inside of her, his sperm so much that it overfilled her and dribbled out of cunt and onto the floor. She came at once at his final few thrust, which were the hardest of all. I could see her pussy tighten over and over again, squeezing him as she moaned the same words repeatedly. When they were both done, he finally let go of her body, and she slumped onto the floor, in a puddle of her own making.

I slid onto the floor, unable to help myself. It was too much to handle. Before I could say anything, Steven took his phone out and snapped a few pictures of her, and grinned as it placed it in his pocket. “Just so you don’t call anyone and tell on me.” He winked.

“Fuck you.” I said to him, tears forming in my eyes at seeing my mother slumped on the floor like that, like a piece of trash.

“Don’t pretend you didn’t love it.” He said, looking at the bulge still pressed against my pants. “Well, I’m heading out now. Thanks for a fun ride, guys.” He said as he walked to the door.

“I’ll see the two of you again, make sure to answer your messages, or these pictures will be spread to everyone you know. Tood-a-loo!”

I couldn’t look at her for the 30 minutes we sat there, with her panting heavily over and over again, trying to compose herself. I didn’t know if I would ever be able to look at her properly again.

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We went home after what had happened, neither of us willing to talk to each other. How could we, when something so traumatizing had happened? I couldn’t stop getting her expression out of my face, her absolute lust at being pounded by the bully that had haunted me for ages. I was dumb enough to think that going to college would be completely different. I was wrong… I was more than wrong. He wouldn’t stop this. Steven was having way too much fun tormenting my mother and I, and I knew he wouldn’t stop the harassment, no matter how much we begged him. He might even get off on that.

I spent the rest of the afternoon in my room, lying in bed as the scenes flashed before my eyes over and over again. The humiliation of being there, unable to help her, needing her to defend me by sacrificing her own body to that punk. It was overwhelming… I wanted to scream and run and never come back, but I knew that wouldn’t solve anything. I was about to stand up and play a video game of some sorts… just to distract me from my swirling thoughts, when I heard a knock on the door.

I was tense, but relaxed slightly when I opened it, revealing my mother standing there with two drinks on her tray and some cookies. “Hi.” She said, looking incredibly guilty.

“Hi.” I said in response. It was so awkward between us, which was crazy for me. I’ve never felt awkwardness around her before. We’ve always been able to communicate all our emotions. I cursed Steven again, not able to believe what he’s done to us.

“I made some hot chocolate.” She said, looking down at her tray. “I think… I think we need to talk about this.” She gulped.

I nodded, and moved aside to let her in. She set the tray on the table next to my computer, and I sat on my bed, as far away from her as possible. “What did you want to talk about?” I asked cautiously.

She bit her lip, and looked down at her hands. “I’m so sorry for everything that’s happened.”

I shook my head, my heart pounding. “Mom, are you insane? This was completely my fault, I wasn’t there to protect you… I let him do those things to you.”

She chuckled, a breathy laugh. “I guess we’re both blaming ourselves here. The truth is, I was raped, by someone the same age as my son. We shouldn’t blame ourselves.”

I nodded agreeing with her. “I don’t think I’ll ever be able to forgive myself, mom.”

She shook her head, and got up to sit next to me, placing my hand on her lap. “I want you to try to forget all of this, to pretend it was all a really bad dream.”

“But...I think he’s going to do it to you again. And he gets off on it being in front of me.” I said, feeling like I was stating the obvious.

She nodded. “I’m going to see what I can do about it. Trust me, David. Please.” Her eyes were glistening, like she was trying very hard to be brave. I nodded, pretending like I believed her words. She clearly needed someone to believe in her right now.

“Okay.” I said, squeezing her hand. “Just… just let me know if you need any help, okay? Or even someone to talk to. Maybe we can pretend we’re not mother and son. I mean… I already saw more of you than I thought I ever would.” I said, trying to lighten the mood up.

Tears were still threatening to fall down her eyes, but she nodded and let me go. “Well, I’ll let you enjoy the rest of your evening.” She left the cookies and my mug on the table and left with her tray, looking a little blank in her expression.

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I wondered all through the rest of the weekend what I would be saying to Steven when I finally confronted him. Would I scream at him, yell at him for doing what he did to my mother? Or would I pretend like nothing happened, just to not make the situation worse. I had to admit to myself that he had power over me, over us. He had the pictures of her laying there with his cum on her, and no matter how much I tried to pretend it didn’t happen, it had, and we would have to live with the repercussions.

I was hesitant about going to school, but I followed my normal routine nonetheless, and took the bus, my heart pounding the whole time. I was being ridiculous if I really thought about it. Steven and I weren’t in the same program, and I doubt we would even see each other in the school halls. We were at a huge campus, and the likelihood of him seeing me… I shook my head. With my luck, it would happen today. He would try to find me just to destroy me.

My first class was uneventful, though I couldn’t pay attention to any of it. I considered seeking out help from a counselor or psychologist, someone who would be able to help me without legally being able to contact the police. It would help me dissect all of this… all of the complicated emotions rushing through my head. I was snapped out of my thoughts again by the sound of people getting up around me, packing their bags as they chatted with each other. I began to follow suit, and exited the classroom to find none other than Steven in the hallways, looking down at a girl he was chatting up. She was looking up at him with equal admiration, and his hands were placed on her waist. It was subtle, but he was making it loud and clear for anyone that saw them that she belonged to him.

Hoping that he didn’t see me walk by, I walked as fast as possible, and my whole body tensed when I heard the words, “hey, David.” Coming out of him. I groaned inwardly, and my pulse was racing so fast it felt like I would faint right there and then from a heart attack.

I turned around to face him, and words refused to come out of my mouth. I figured if they did, I would want to rip his head off, and if I did do that… he would be able to expose what he did to my mother to the whole school. So I began to shake as he approached me, his hand in his pocket as he hummed like nothing was wrong. The girl was left there, watching us curiously. He stopped in his tracks right in front of me, grinning down like he owned my entire world. If I were being honest to myself… he did.

“How was your weekend, David?” He asked with a smirk.

“Fuck off.” I replied, my eyes narrowing.

“Is that the tone of voice you should be using to your new daddy?” He dragged the last word out, almost spitting it in my face.

“You’re going to regret what you’ve done.” I replied, still shaking.

“Oh? And how are you going to do that?”

“It wouldn’t be fun if I told you, would it?” I tried to sound as brave as possible, but I was being torn apart. And the fact that the girl was still standing there… watching us… guessing exactly what had happened…. It made me feel like I had peed my pants in front of her. I was beyond humiliated.

“Who knew the goody-two-shoes David even knew how to threaten people? I’m shocked!” He said, and before I could say anything more, he turned around, nodding at the girl to follow him. She followed obediently, and I couldn’t help but watch as they walked off together, wondering what their relationship was.

I had time between my classes, and decided to go to my locker to drop a few things off. It was in the middle of the labs, where I had a lot of my classes, and I avoided the glances of my classmates as I walked with my head down, not wanting to talk to any of them at the moment. I put in my locker code in a hurry, and as I pulled it open, I gasped out loud, and immediately closed it. What he had done was despicable.

I turned around, trying to see if there was anyone behind me, someone that might’ve seen what was in my locker. Deciding there was no one around, I opened it again, revealing a single piece of ripped panty. Despite it being a few days, the smell was still there. A pungent vagina smell that was stinking up my whole locker. I didn’t have to think too much to know it was my mom’s, a memento Steven had kept for himself to remember her by. I was shaking again as I took it off my locker, dropping it in disgust as I looked at what was behind it.

I gasped, and my hands were shaking as I pulled it off my locker, revealing a printed picture of my mother, laying there on the boy’s locker room floor, completely covered in her own juices and Steven’s cum. It was the most disgusting sight I had ever seen. I gagged, and dropped the photograph involuntarily, not able to help myself. I couldn’t believe he was tormenting me like this. Wasn’t it enough to fuck my mother in front of me? He had to flaunt it, too? Make it so someone could see the photos he pasted on my locker by accident?

Speaking of which, I picked it up and tried to pocket it before anyone walked by. As I did, I spied a message on the back. “Room 315 after class. If you’re a minute later, this photo will be all over the school by tomorrow.” It was scrawled messily, but I got the message. I was his bitch now, completely and utterly under his control, and he didn’t mind showing it to the world, as well. I sighed, and shoved the photo into my pocket, not wanting to look at it again.

I had hoped innocently all weekend that he would leave me alone. Clearly, I had underestimated how truly evil Steven was. I couldn’t focus the rest of the day, not that I could before. I considered faking an emergency just so I could get out of there, but knew it would be better to just play whatever game Steven wanted to play, and listen to his instructions.

I arrived just in time after class, and was the first one to arrive. I looked around, studying the innocent looking classroom. What did he have planned for me today? I desperately hoped he didn’t send my mother the same message.

I was about to sit down when the girl from this morning appeared, looking a little cautious as she pushed the door open. “Uh… hi.” She said, like she hadn’t expected to see anyone else there.

“Hi.” I responded. She was too far away for me to notice this morning, but I knew at once she was absolutely gorgeous. Her breasts were massive, and her hips were equally as large, shown off by the current outfit she was wearing, the cheerleading outfit for our school’s football team. By what I’ve heard so far, our team wasn’t the greatest. She was wearing a pigtail, which swished from side to side as she approached me. Her makeup was well done, something that she had clearly mastered over the years, and I wondered at once what she was doing with a guy like Steven. She was clearly too good for him

“What are you doing here?” She asked me, confused.

I shook my head. “Uh… Steven asked me to come here.” Does she know what happened between him and my mom? Was she a part of this game?

“I see.” She said, still looking cautious. “He asked me to come here as well…”

“I guess we’ll wait then.” I said, and sat down on a stool, wondering if I should make conversation with her. This was beyond weird, and I just wanted to see what he wanted from me and get out of here. He approached a few minutes later, his proud gait never wavering.

“Looks like you’re both here.” He said, grinning as he shut the door loudly behind him.

“What are we doing here, Steven? I thought you wanted to ask me something in private. Why didn’t you just ask me?” She said boldly, crossing her arms.

Steven didn’t falter even for a second when he replied, “oh my dear. Well, you see, I fucked David’s mother here the other day, and I was so much harder with someone watching, I thought it would be fun for me to fuck you in front of him as well, just so it can spark a bit of his memories from the other day.”

“What?!” She said, completely appalled. She moved to leave, but he blocked her path like it was a piece of cake, and he could easily overpower her. Based on their size difference, I knew he could.

“Where do you think you’re going?” He asked smoothly.

“Let me out this instant, Steven - or I’ll call the cops.” She demanded, her voice still shrill.

“Don’t you start pretending that the girlfriend of the quarterback doesn’t want to get fucked by lil’ ole me.” He winked.

“You were flirting with me today!” She said, stomping her foot. “I have nothing to do with this!”

“I have some naughty texts from you that prove that you were the one who started all this.” She blushed furiously, which made me realize he was speaking the truth. “Well then, now that we’re all on the same page - I figured you needed a lesson on not cheating on your poor old boyfriend, no matter how small his dick is.”

“You’ll pay for this.” She said, narrowing her eyes.

“You deserve this.” Was his retort. I was completely flabbergasted by the exchange. This has nothing to do with me. Nothing at all. Why was I even here? Was Steven really having so much fun in tormenting me that he wanted me to watch him fuck every girl? This was not what I signed up for when I decided to go to college. Not at all.

“Well… seems like there’s a lot going on between the two of you, so I’ll make my leave now.” I said as casually as possible, and began to leave the room.

Steven glared at me with so much hatred it made me stop in my tracks. “Don’t forget I have complete power over you now, David. Don’t want the whole school knowing how much of a slut your mom is, do you?”

“Do you really want to resort to blackmail like this?” I said, trying to plead for my case, maybe get to whatever soul he had left inside of him. “Just let me go… and we can forget this ever happened.”

He pretended to think for a second, and then laughed out loud. “Nah.”

Before I could try to convince him any more, he abruptly bent the cheerleader over by her waist, forcing her body to be pressed down at the lab counter. She grunted and began to thrash against him, and I stood there frozen, unable to say anything. She looked up at me instantly, hared in her eyes. “What the fuck are you doing standing there? Are you a man or not? Come help me!” She cried out.

I didn't move an inch, and could only shake my head. “I’m so sorry…” I knew any explanation I gave her would only make me sound like more of a bitch. “He has photos of my mother that I can’t get out… she matters so much to me. I can’t do anything.”

“I hate you!” She screamed. “I hate both of you!” She thrashed against Steven continuously, but he paid it no mind. He began to lick down her throat, and I leaned against the lab counter, knowing that it would be exactly the same as last time. I wouldn’t be allowed to look away. I had to keep watching, take the horror of it all in. It was completely despicable what he was doing, and she was right. I was just as bad as he was… standing there, letting him do those things to her. I was a complete coward, and it was probably why he chose to torment me in the first place. I deserved this for not standing up for myself.

My dick was already straining in my pants as he kissed down her spine, pinning her down so it was hard for her to move. “I’m going to pleasure you beyond what your boyfriend has ever done… and then… you’ll realize how much of a slut you are for me. I’m doing you a favor here.” He licked and nibbled down her body continuously. “God, you’re so fucking hot in this outfit, too bad we’re going to have ot take it off.” He began to pull her top off along with her sports bra, revealing youthful and bouncy tits with hardened nipples. She glared at him, but refused to say a word - refused to let him get the satisfaction of her pain.

This was so different from how it was like with my own mother. With her, I didn’t see her as a woman, I saw her as my mother, being abused, being treated disgustingly. But with the cheerleader - she was a woman to me, and despite not having sex before, I knew that she was exactly my type. And seeing her get gradually more and more turned on, I couldn’t help but imagine it was myself making her like this. My dick was pulsing, and I tried to think of anything else - anything that could keep me from getting turned on.

“I’m going to teach you how to properly treat a cheating slut.” Steven said, finally acknowledging me. I didn’t say a word as he flipped her around, pressing her back onto the cold counter as he pressed his mouth against hers. It was lewd the way he kissed her, pushing her mouth open, forcing it apart as he thrusted his tongue in over and over again. She closed her eyes and took all of it, but refused to kiss him back. He gave up after a few more thrusts, and bit her bottom lip, dragging it out before snapping it back against her teeth. “Fuck, Emily. I’m going to ravage you.” So that was her name…

He began to kiss down her neck, giving her nibbles and bites, being aggressive yet teasing at the same time. I knew his technique by now. He wanted to get the woman as wet as possible. It wasn’t that he cared about it being painful for her, no. He wanted to make them feel like as much of a slut as possible. To realize that he had full control over their bodies, and wanted to make them want him. I had to admit to myself he was very clever, despite trying to hide it all the time by acting like a brainless bully. He knew exactly how to make women as wet and horny as possible, and as quickly as possible. He moved down and began licking and sucking on her nipple, and she moaned out loud, unable to help herself.

He parted from her for only a second to say, “ah, I’ve discovered your sensitive spot.” She didn't agree with him, but I knew it as well. Her hips were grinding uncontrollably now, basically humping the air as she tried to find any sort of friction. He flicked his tongue against her over and over again, teasing, making her desperate. He wrapped his mouth around her breast and began sucking over and over again before biting it, pulling it as far as possible before snapping it back. She groaned loudly, a combination of pleasure and pain parting from her lips. God, how I wished to be fucking those lips. I cursed, judging myself for having such dirty thoughts. The fact that I was enjoying this just made me more aware of how terrible I was as a human being, and how I was just as bad as he was. Since when did I start enjoying seeing women being tormented like this?

He had moved onto her other nipple, and did the same thing to her. This time, he situated himself between her legs, so the feeble humping motions she was still attempting was hitting him directly. He pressed his crotch against her’s, and I could feel her tense in response. She was feeling exactly what my mother had felt the other day. The sheer length of him. I bet she was nervous now. No, not nervous about whether or not he would cause her pain. She was nervous that she would enjoy it too much. She may not be able to enjoy sex with her boyfriend ever again after what he does to her.

I was sorely aware of myself standing there at that very moment. I felt like a voyeur, completely out of place while watching two people filled with utter lust. Why did Steven even need me to be here to get off? It didn’t make any sense. I had tried to remove the images of him fucking my mother from my head, but it was flashing over and over again, making me realize why he truly wanted me to be here. He wanted to torment me, make me imagine he was fucking my mother again instead of Emily. It was almost the exact same situation, and though my dick was able to distinguish between them, my mind was unable to. It was complete and utter humiliation, and he did it so well. I wondered at once how many times he’s practiced this before. I was telling myself to close my eyes so I didn’t have to watch this any longer, and as soon as I did, turning my back on them so I wouldn’t have to watch anymore, I heard Steven grunt at me, looking up from the woman he was teasing.

“What do you think you’re doing?” He asked, breaking Emily out of her spell.

“I can’t watch this anymore Steven.” I admitted.

“You think you’re just standing there for fun, huh?” He said. “If I see you look away one more time, I’ll fucking spread those photos.” I blushed furiously, the heat rushing into me. I’ve never hated someone more in my life. He made me feel dirty, and cheap, and completely worthless, and I wanted to strangle him. He didn’t wait for my answer, and proceeded to look down at Emily again, grinning at her hungrily.

“Let’s see how horny this bitch is, huh?” He moved his hands down, pushing her skirt up. I couldn’t see her cunt, but by the way that Steven’s eyes glazed up and widened, I knew she was incredibly wet. “Hah. I knew you liked being treated like a whore.”

He pulled his pants off, and his dick sprung up, pressing against her thighs. She moved up for the first time against the counter to look down at it, her mouth gaping.

“Like what you see?” He winked at her.

She shook her head. “You’re a pig.” She spat out.

“You won’t be saying that soon.” He pressed his mouth against hers again, and aligned his dick against her entrance, smiling as he did. “I hope you’re ready for this.”

“No…” She moaned, but he pressed into her anyway. I couldn’t help but move around the room so I could see the angle of him thrusting into her as clear as possible. He had the tip of his dick in, and was pushing into her, expanding her fully. I could see how wet she was, and how easy it would be for him to slide in.

“Fuck you’re so tight. I’m guessing your football boyfriend has never satisfied you before.” He seemed to be right. Her eyes were completely glazed in lust, and he began to thrust into her, though only went about halfway.

She was already moaning and grabbing onto whatever she could on the counter, bracing herself. “Want the rest of me now?” He said. She opened her eyes wide at that statement.

“There’s more?” She cried out.

He laughed out loud, a cold laugh. “Are you kidding me?” He replied before thrusting fully in. Her eyes rolled back fully at that, and she began to moan wildly as he thrusted over and over again, so fast and hard that I could barely see the motions anymore.

I couldn’t believe it. It was so hot watching him have his way with her like that. I mean, I had seen porn before. Many times… but seeing them in real life, with her clearly completely transfixed by his dick, it was doing some crazy things to my hormones. I desperately wanted to have my way with her as well. And my dick… still hard against my pants, was making me very uncomfortable.

The two of them hadn’t noticed my dilemma though, and he continued to fuck her like she belonged to him, making her mewl and make sounds I’ve never heard before over and over again. “You’re loving my dick, aren’t you?” He asked, and she made a guttural noise in response. “You’re squeezing me like crazy… god I’ve never had a woman milk me like this.” She screamed as he thrusted hard into her. It was at that moment when he looked down at my crotch, grinning. “Looks like David’s enjoying the show.”

I blushed, and tried to turn away, but he said, “nuh-uh.” Forcing me to turn back to look at him. “Pull your pants down, I want to see what you’re packing.”

“Come on, Steven.” I said, trying to convince him. “Don’t do this.”

“I don’t want to ask you again.” He said, breathless now from all the hip action. I nodded, and pulled my pants down, making my dick spring out. I was glad Emily couldn’t see me from this angle. Instead of making fun of me, though, Steven’s eyebrows shot up. “Hey… not bad.”

I couldn’t help but gape at him. “Did you just give me a compliment?”

“I call it when I see it. Now… look at all that precum. I think we need to clean that up, what do you say, Emily?” He looked down at her, but she was clearly completely lost in her own world, she didn’t even look like the same person as before.

He removed his dick from her, and carried her so that she was right in front of me. “Suck him like the whore that you are.” He commanded, and she looked like she wanted to protest, but he began to fuck her again, and the lust in her eyes were back in an instant.

He pulled her hair back, forcing her to be aligned with my dick, and said, “suck, whore.” She began to do just that, and twirled her mouth around the head of my dick a few times before wrapping her small mouth around the head. “Fuck…” I groaned, unable to help myself.

It felt beyond amazing. I had never had a BJ before… and this was… this made so much sense now. This is why guys acted this way around girls. So they could feel like this. She began to move up and down, in perfect rhythm to Steven’s thrusting. She was being sawed between the two of us, bobbing up and down as she hung in the air like a ragged doll. I grabbed her hair and began to thrust into her, loving the sound of my dick hitting the back of her throat, and her gagging in response. “Look at how aggressive you’re being.” Steven said, looking like he was proud of his apprentice. “Never thought you had it in you.”

I was feeling completely embarrassed at this point. Never in my life did I ever think I would stoop to his level, to do the same horrible things my bully did. But here I was, making a girl fuck me with her mouth while grabbing her, forcing her to take more of me down her throat. And I was enjoying every second of it. She began to play with my balls, cupping them and squeezing them, and it made me thrust into her even harder. She had tears running down her eyes, and she didn’t bother wiping them as they merged with the saliva and precum dripping out of her mouth. She looked disgusting, and it was so fucking hot to see a composed woman like that with her makeup completely destroyed.

“Good girl.” Steven said, and spanked her hard against her ass. She moaned into my dick, making it vibrate as I groaned out loud as well. I was getting close… so fucking close. How could I not be, with someone sucking my dick for the first time? Steven seemed like he was getting there himself, and he continued to spank her as he thrusted into her even harder than normal. The sound of his balls slamming against her clit was so loud I knew someone would be able to hear it if they were walking by in the hallways. “Come for me.” He commanded as he bent over her.

The words seemed to push me over the edge as well, and her intense moaning against my dick made my balls tighten in her hands, and I grunted as I thrusted into her, making my dick bend in her throat as my cum shot out, spurt after spurt of it, completely soaking her mouth as it dribbled out of it. She was clearly unable to contain everything that came out of me. How could I help myself, when it was my first time getting a BJ, and it felt so fucking good?

Steven was giving her her final thrusts as he came as well, and she was even more sensitive than before, having just cum herself. She was screaming, “no,” over and over again, her eyes shut as he tried to swallow my cum. When he was done with her, she dropped onto the floor, exhausted. Just like mother was, she was covered in a mixture of her own mess and ours, and the floor was sticky with all the fluid we had just produced. Her cunt was wide open, still gaping from the enormous dick she had to take.

“This is how a woman should properly look.” Steven said approvingly. He was pulling his pants up now, watching me as he did. “Hey, we make a good team.” He winked.

“Fuck off.” I said, glaring at him. “Don’t associate me with you. You’re a horrible human being.”

He looked down at Emily, who was still laying there, breathing heavily. “I think she’d disagree… and so would your mother.”

“I hate you.” I cursed at him.

He ignored my last words, and continued on. “I can’t wait to see her again, tell her daddy will be seeing her soon to fuck her again, won’t you?”

I couldn’t stand being there anymore. I would let him stay to clean up the mess he created. I pulled my pants up as well, and proceeded to walk out the room. He didn’t say

anything as he watched me leave. I knew he had already said enough.

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I arrived home an hour late, wondering if my mother would ask where I was. She hadn’t, though she smiled at me, asking me about my day. I knew I would never be able to tell her what happened. How could I? She would think I was just as bad as Steven, just as malicious and cruel as him. She might even kick me out of the house and refuse to speak to me again. I wondered if Steven would be terrible enough to tell her what had happened. If he did, I would deny it, and say he was lying. Or maybe tell her he forced me to join in. Hopefully he wasn’t recording us today.

She was trying to act as normal as possible, but I knew there was something wrong. She couldn’t stop thinking about what had happened with Steven, either, and based on what he had done today, I knew she didn’t think up a proper plan.

We spent the rest of the evening eating the macaroni and cheese she had prepared for us, and we watched a movie together before I collapsed onto my bed, wanting to sleep early just so I wouldn’t have to think about god damned Steven again. I got up just so I could brush my teeth and pee before going to bed, and stopped in my tracks when I heard moaning from the master bedroom.

My curiosity got the better of me, and the door was slightly ajar, so I pushed it open, hearing the sounds even louder now as I approached. I leaned against the wall as I watched, my mother moaning over and over again with her hands between her legs, her crotch completely open as she flicked her clit over and over again. With her other hand, she moved lower, and thrusted two fingers in as she fucked herself.

“Oh… oh god. Your dick feels amazing.” I froze in my tracks. This was so wrong. I needed to get out of there, asap. But I couldn’t move. Couldn’t step away from the scene I was seeing. It was so lewd, and so wrong, but I had to keep watching. I wondered at once who she was thinking about. Maybe just a man from her imagination, maybe it was my estranged father… whoever it was, she was having a lot of fun imagining him fucking her.

She answered my question in an instant. “Oh… Steven…” She said. I couldn’t believe it. I must’ve heard her wrong. I wanted to claw against the wall, rip my hair out, do anything I could to erase her words out of my mind. “Steven… fuck me harder… please.” She was begging, pretending that he was the one fucking her. Her fingers were moving faster now, more insistently, matching the pace of her other hand rubbing her clit. “You make me so fucking horny.” She said.

I needed to get out of there. Needed to escape from the room. She was writhing in the bed, her legs shaking as she continued to play with herself. “Faster… harder… I’m going to cum!” She breathed out, her voice hoarse with lust.

I needed to step away. My back was to her as I heard her explode in her sheets, her moaning loud, like she didn’t care whether or not I was listening in the next room anymore. She cried his name out over and over again as her orgasm shattered around her. I’ve never felt so disgusted in my life.

I had assumed this entire time her body had betrayed her when he was fucking her, just like Emily’s had. But this… fantasizing about him, imagining him fucking her. What was wrong with her? How could she possibly be like this? It was so disturbing I could feel the puke rise up in my throat again.

I practically crawled back into my room without brushing my teeth, and dug myself deep into the bedsheets, wanting to get out of the horrible monsters in my mind.

I fell asleep at 4am, finally losing control of my consciousness, and dreamt of dirty, lustful things that I couldn’t remember in the morning. My bed was covered in my own cum, and I realized at once I was starting to hate myself just as much as I hated Steven.