Mommy became a whore for son’s Bully

Mommy’s love makes her do stuff she wouldn’t have otherwise.

“Oh God, Bradley!” I cried out. “These nipple clamps are sending shockwaves to my pussy every time my titties move. Do you see what your tormentors are doing to mommy? Can you see them playing with mommy’s titties and nipples? OhmyGod! They are making mommy soooo horney, baby. Ooohhh they have three fingers up mommy’s pussy, baby. Their fingers are fucking mommy. Oh, God! Now one of them is sliding a second finger up my ass. Oh, baby. Mommy is so sorry, but I just can’t help it. I am humping against their fingers as they play with my titties and nipples. Watch, baby. Watch as they make mommy cum right in front of you. They’re going to make mommy cum. Mommy is going to cum for your bullies right in front of you. OH, FUCK! MOMMY IS CUMMING! I’M CUMMING SO HARD! OOOOOOOHHHHHH MMMMYYYYYYYY GGGGGOOOOODDDDDD!!!!!!”

Yep. That was the one. That first orgasm is what changed me from a nice, conservative middle-class single mom into the depraved whore that I am today. And, to make matters worse, it was all done in front of my sweet, innocent son by those that tormented him throughout high school. Well, at least they used to torment him. They leave him alone now. I guess that’s a good thing. At least I was able to stop their bullying.

So, how did I manage to get here? Well, it was because of a really stupid agreement that I was pushed into. I am a single mom of a very nice, quiet 18-year old boy. Bradley is a good kid, quiet, shy, and really not very big. Well, except for…. Never mind, more on that later. He had been bullied by four guys since he was a Junior in high school. Sure, I tried to get it stopped. I did everything that I could think of. Going to the school didn’t help. Markus, the leader of the bullies, was the son of the biggest booster for the school. In fact, all of them and their girlfriends belonged to the richest families in the city. The police did nothing, since everything happened on school grounds, and the school refused to cooperate. I even tried to talk to Markus’s parents, and almost got fired over it. Oh, did I forget to mention that his dad owned the company I work for?

Oh, yes. Me. My name is Emma Jones. As I mentioned, I am a single mom. I had Bradley when I was 20-years old. That would make me 38. Bradley’s dad died in a construction accident when he was two-years old. I got a settlement, and that allowed me to stay at home until Bradley started school. I still have money available, but the monthly checks from the annuity don’t quite cover the bills. I work as an Administrative Assistant at one of the larger companies in town. We are not rich, but we are comfortable. We are able to meet our needs, as well as have a nice lifestyle. We have a nice house in a decent part of town. I should mention this, as it will become a bit important later, the houses on either side of us are empty, and there are no houses behind us.

It’s probably a bit important to describe myself a bit. As stated earlier, I am 38-years old. I like to take care of myself, so I have a decent figure. My measurements are 40DD-29-38. I am 5’5″ tall, and have really nice legs. Yes, my titties sag a bit, but that’s pretty normal for what I have going on up top. Still, they are somewhat firm and have sort of large nipples. I should also mention that my nipples are very sensitive. My strawberry blonde hair is thick and luxurious, falling to the middle of my back. I have a smattering of freckles across my nose, green eyes, and a pretty face. Yes, I have been hit on — A LOT — since my husband died.

While I have dated occasionally, I rarely went home with one of the guys I dated. I also never brought anyone home with me. I have a small assortment of toys that keep me sane. I have never had any desire to have sex with a woman. I was strictly straight. I liked men. I also considered my ‘back door’ as exit only. My husband (who also was the one that took my virginity and the only one I ever had sex with until he was killed) never showed any interest in anal, and I never even thought about it. The truth was, our love-making was pretty vanilla. The kinkiest thing we did was an occasional doggie style. Yeah, I’m pretty boring and naive.

So, back to the story. I had just returned home from work. Bradley was sitting on the couch, and I quickly noticed his black eye.

“Bradley! Oh my God, what happened?”

“Just the usual, mom. Marcus was giving me a bunch of shit, and I got fed up with it. We got into a fight, and he punched me.”

“Did you go to the principal, like I told you to do?”

“Yeah, but it didn’t do any good. All his friends stood up for him and blamed it on me. I had to go to detention again, while nothing happened to Markus — as usual.”

This was becoming too much. Before, it was all taunting, name calling, and juvenile pranks. This was physical and left him with a black eye. I needed to do something to put an end to this before it escalated even further. Besides, another incident where Bradley was blamed would end up with him suspended. That could seriously impact any scholarship offers for college. I decided that I needed to talk to Markus’s father again. If it cost me my job, so be it. I had a bit of money saved, and, with the annuity, it should hold me over until I could find another job. Things would be a bit tight, but we should be able to manage for a couple of months.

The next morning, I went to Mr. Brooks’ office and asked for a few minutes to talk to him. Apparently, Markus had discussed the event with him last night, because I was expected and he already was prepared. I explained what was going on and that it was escalating. I told him that it was ludicrous that a much smaller Bradley would ever pick a fight with the larger Markus, especially when Markus was surrounded by his friends. When he mentioned that all the witnesses stated that Bradley attacked Markus unprovoked, I pointed out that all the witnesses were friends with Markus and that they had all been bullying Bradley as well. I made him aware that I didn’t care if this cost me my job, I just wanted the harassment to stop.

“Ms. Jones, you are a very good employee, and I really don’t want to lose you. How about if I have Markus stop by your home this evening, and the three of you can discuss this situation. I’m sure that once you both hear all sides of the story, the three of you can come to an equitable solution. While you are discussing things, please remember that it will lead to a very uncomfortable work environment if some sort of agreement cannot be reached. Also, consider the difficulty that may be encountered in finding other employment in this town should you be let go without a reference.”

I probably should have figured that this was a bad sign, but, again, I was a bit naïve. I had no way of knowing just how bad it would eventually get.

Markus showed up at 6:00 o’clock that evening. I had made it very clear to Bradley that we would be pleasant to him for this discussion. I understood how difficult that would be for him, but I emphasized that it was necessary for me to keep my job and get this settled. “It will be unpleasant for a while, but it will make things much better in the long run.” God, how those words would come back to bite me in the ass later.

“So, what do you want, Ms. Jones?” Markus asked after we were seated in the living room.

“Markus, you and your friends have been bullying Bradley for over a year with no provocation. He had never done anything to you, but you are still harassing him. Why can’t you just leave him alone?”

“Ms. Jones, I’m not gonna lie. It’s true that he never did anything to any of us. As to why, that’s simple. He’s and easy target. You must remember from your high school days. The kids in the top cliques always harass a few of the kids in the lower class. It’s just how it is. It makes us look stronger to the rest of the school, and nobody else messes with us out of fear that we could do it to them as well. Besides, it’s fun for us and gives is some entertainment.”

“But, that’s cruel. Don’t you have any feelings for those kids that you are making miserable?”

“Nope. No feelings whatsoever. Besides, Brad will graduate in May and move on to college. Then, he won’t have to deal with it anymore. Besides, we like to think that we are toughening him up so he can be better prepared for the real world later.”

“Look Markus, you’ve had your fun, so can’t you just stop it now?”

“Well, Mrs. Jones, I can stop it, but then what would be in it for me? As I said, there are benefits to be for harassing your son. You want me to lose those benefits for no compensation? Even if I did stop harassing Brad, I would then need to find someone else, and that would take a bit of effort on my part. What’s in it for me and my friends?”

“Money? Is that what you’re asking for? You want me to pay you to stop bullying my son?”

Markus laughed. “Of course not. First off, my family is very wealthy. I have all the money that I need, and, quite frankly, you don’t make near enough money to interest me.”

“Then what is it that you want?”

He sat there looking at me as he thought. I was getting a bad feeling at the look on his face. Finally, he spoke. “OK. I’ll make a deal with you. You give me and my friends one weekend where we can get it all out of our system, then we will leave him alone forever. The two of you will do whatever we say, and I do me ANYTHING we tell you to do, from six o’clock Friday evening until eight o’clock Sunday evening. I will promise that we will not physically harm Bradley. I can also promise that we will not force him to do anything sexual with any of us. All we will do is humiliate him, and probably you to. I will also guarantee that nothing will ever get out about it. Anything that happens within this house will stay within these walls, unless it is the two of you who leak it.””

I just stared at him appalled. I couldn’t believe that this kid just sat there and said that. Finally finding my voice, I had to clarify. “Are you seriously trying to blackmail me for sex? Do you honestly think that you can force me to become a sex slave for you and your toadies? Are you out of your fucking mind?”

“Blackmail is such a harsh word, Ms. Jones. I prefer to think of it as compensation for a loss. Now, I have absolutely no intention of forcing you to do anything here. You are completely free to reject my very generous offer, and there will be no hard feelings on my part. I guarantee you that if you refuse, I will not take it out on Brad by escalating anything. Everything will just continue as it was. I should mention, however, my dad did mention that he would be very upset if we couldn’t come to an agreement here. I seriously doubt that I would have to deal with any repercussions, but it might affect your job and the ability to get another job in the area.” He let that thought sit for a minute, then continued. “I’ll tell you what; How about if I go out in the back yard for a few minutes and let the two of you discuss it?”

Bradley and I sat alone for a few minutes. To be honest, I hadn’t had actual sex for several years now, and the thought of a real cock in my pussy began to stir a little feeling down there. Still, I was being blackmailed into becoming a slutty sex slave to a group of horrible boys. I was disgusted with that.

“Mom, don’t worry about it. It’s only until the end of May. I can take it until them.” Bradley finally said.

“Oh Bradley. You shouldn’t have to do that, but I just don’t know what we will do if I lose my job. We can probably make ends meet for a couple of months, but we will be in real trouble after that. Also, it was very strongly hinted that Markus’s dad would make it very difficult for me to find another job too. I just don’t know what we should do.”

“Mom, as you said earlier, ‘It will be unpleasant for a while, but it will make things much better in the long run.’ We can figure it out until I graduate, then we can move somewhere else and be better off.”

I know that Bradley was talking about him putting up with their crap and cutting way back on expenses for a few months, but my brain turned it around to protect my son for a weekend of hell. Mothers protect their children at all costs. I had no other choice. I loved my son.

“Bradley, please go get Markus.” I whispered.

…. Continued

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