White widow Milf Blacked by son’s bully on Onlyfans

This is only Part one, it’s all set up in this part but I hope you’ll agree it makes the story more realistic and and helps build momentum…

Widow milf on Onlyfans with her Son’s Black Bully

Kelly was bereft, she sat at her kitchen table in her small 2 bedroom apartment staring at an ocean of unpayed bills.

She was recently widowed after her military husband Johny died overseas in an accident on board his ship.

She was 31 years of age and a mother of one teenage son who was going through hell at the moment between losing his Dad and an older bully at school picking on him.

It was just the two of them in the whole world, their only support was each other.

“How are we going to survive?” she asked herself as tears flowed down her beautiful youthful face.

Kelly worked full time as a waitress at a local diner and even after pulling down double shifts all month her outgoings were far higher than her wages.

At that moment the front door opened in her run down apartment and in raced her son Tommy, tears streaming down his face as he bolted for his room.

“Oh god what now?” Kelly whispered to herself as she wiped away her tears of frustration.

“Honey is everything okay?” she called after her son as she made her way to his room.

“My life is fucked up!” cried out Tommy as she found him curled up on his bed, red faced with bloodshot eyes from crying so hard.

“Is it that bully again son?” Kelly enquired softly as she sat beside her only son and stroked his hair to comfort him.

“Why won’t he leave me alone?”
“Why does he only pick on me?”
“Why won’t he stop?”

Tommy continued to weep and tremble in his suffering.

Kelly saw her son and the pain he was in and resolved to confront this bully who had made her baby’s life miserable!

The next day Kelly waited near the gates of her Son’s high school, she wanted to see this bully and confront him.

Out of nowhere she saw Tommy race out of the school and run past the gates where she stood, he was so quick she didn’t have time to call out or stop him. He tore down the street as if his life depended on it.

Immediately after that a group of black teenagers came out in a hurry.

One called out to the apparent leader of the gang…
“Leave it Bro, that boy has bolted!” and he laughed.

The leader (a tall muscular teen with tattoos) started to laugh hard….
“I’ll get him tomorrow though!” and he grinned while sticking out his tongue at his own nastiness.

Kelly felt her pulse race with anger and fear but didn’t move. She observed the gang for a few more minutes until they disbanded and went their separate ways.

The leader (his name was Daryl from what she overheard) started off on his own and she followed him at a distance.

Daryl had stopped at a set of traffic lights waiting to cross the street. He was lost in his phone texting and laughing when he went to cross as a car came along.

Daryl looked up as the car bore down on him but he was pulled back at the last moment and pulled to safety.

“Whoa! what the fuck?” yelled Daryl as the car sped by without slowing.

Daryl turned around to see the good samaritan who had saved his life.

There stood Kelly.

Daryl was awestruck by her beauty,
“Damn I knew angels are fit but you’re luscious!” Daryl stated while eyeing Kelly up and down.

Kelly stood there shocked….

She was 5ft 6in, 145Ibs, her measurements were 39-28-37, cupsize 34E, size 10, she has big Hazel eyes, porcelain white skin, A brunette with full lips.

Her late husband often remarked how she was a ringer for a young Kelly Brooks and smiled at the fact that they had the same first name.

“That’s how you thank someone for saving your life?” Kelly yelled at this over confident punk!

“Chill bitch I was complimenting you” Daryl grinned (that same grin that Kelly loathed earlier when he said he’d catch Tommy tomorrow)

Kelly took a deep breath and her nostrils flared…..
“I’m Tommy’s Mother” she informed him.

“That’s right the boy you’ve been tormenting and bullying! The same boy who lost his father a few months ago, The same boy who has been crying himself to sleep because of what you and your gang have been putting him through!”

Kelly’s eyed teared up with rage but she never stopped maintaining eye contact with her son’s bully.

Daryl’s grin subsided and looked concerned at what she was saying….

Kelly wasn’t sure whether this new look was genuine or not as there seemed to be a fakeness to it.

“Oh yeah Tommy, listen I was only playing with him, I didn’t mean nothing by it” said Tommy in soft tone.

“I’ll leave him alone from now on, I hope you don’t mind me sayin’ but you look like your ready to fall down”

Kelly took another deep breath and tried to stop herself from shaking. Daryl was right Kelly was feeling light headed and weak….not just at that moment but everyday since Johny passed.

“That’s none of your business, you just stay away from my son in future!” and Kelly turned to walk away.

“Hey lady, how bout we get a coffee?” Daryl called out from behind her.

Kelly stopped and turned around in dismay.

“What?” she said looking at him like he was insane.

“Let’s get a coffee and talk, you don’t look like you have anyone to talk to, if you don’t mind me sayin’?” Daryl’s expression was genuine this time.

Kelly looked at him, part of her was furious with him for having the audacity to say that and another part if her was glad that someone had actually noticed that she was isolated and alone.

Kelly couldn’t believe it when she heard herself agree to go get coffee with him.
They found a Starbucks and Daryl offered to pay and bought her a Latte.
(a thank you as he put it, for saving him from becoming road kill.)

He sat opposite her and took her in. His cocky demeanor and overconfidence came back to him and she spotted him staring at her full cleavage.

“Eyes up mister!” she ordered.

Daryl’s eyes turned up and met her disgusted expression…..he smiled.

“You’re cute but you shouldn’t frown, you’ll get wrinkles” and he beamed a perfect smile.

Kelly couldn’t believe how this “confrontation” was turning out…..

She looked at Daryl, undeniably good looking, he had piercing eyes, full lips and his skin shone, you could cut yourself off of his cheek bones. His hair was braided back and body was toned, lean and muscular. He must have been 6ft 4in, and his feet looked enormous.
He dressed like a gang member and carried himself like one too.
He looked like he was trouble.
He had a tattoo on one side of his neck and some on his arms and hands. He probably had more but they were the only ones she could see.

“What age are you?” Kelly asked.

“I’m 18 as of three months ago” said Daryl sipping an iced coffee through a straw.

“Those tattoos look older than that” commented Kelly as she sipped her beverage.

Daryl laughed “Oh my tats? I know a guy who didn’t mind inking me before I turned 18….The one on my neck is two years old!”
“It looks good…right?” Daryl asked smiling.

“it makes you look like a degenerate!” Kelly said half heartedly…..
The tattoo might have made him look sexy and dangerous and he might have bought her a coffee but she wasn’t prepared to compliment the young man who had been tormenting her son for months.

Daryl wasn’t buying it, he continued to smile and turned his eyes out the window.

“So you’re a widow?” he asked casually.

Kelly nearly choked on her Latte.

“Ahem yes and you might learn to ask a question with some tact!” she responded.

“I know lots of Widows, half the bitch…I mean ladies in my neighbourhood are widows! My Mom’s a widow…my Dad died in prison when I was two!”

“In my neighbourhood you don’t get sensitive about that stuff” he said as he continued to look out the window.

“you must be broke!” he said and turned his eyes back to Kelly.

“Bet those bills are gettin’ higher and higher”

Kelly didn’t like the intrusion into her financial circumstances.

“that’s none of your business” She retorted.

“Sorry I don’t mean to pry but a girl as fine as you shouldn’t have to struggle”

Kelly rolled her eyes, did this young punk actually think that line was really going to work on her?

“you know I make $4000 a week!” said Daryl as he began examining the straw on his drink.

Kelly put down her cup and laughed hard
“thank you for that, I needed a good laugh” she said recovering herself.

“No Joke lady, I make 4k a week…..every week!” said Daryl deadpanned.

“You’re a drug dealer surprise surprise!” Kelly responded in a disappointed fashion.

“No I don’t sell drugs, I take ‘em but I don’t sell ‘em!” said Daryl smiling.

“then you’re a thief or a con artist?” asked Kelly

“Lady you’re really starting to hurt my feelings, I’m legit!” countered Daryl who was now beginning to take offence himself.

“then how do you make 4k a week?” asked Kelly in a sceptical tone.

“Onlyfans!” said Daryl recovered from his hurt feelings and beaming a big smile.

“Onlyfans?”…”What the hell is “Onlyfans?” Kelly enquired.

Over the next few minutes Daryl explained what Onlyfans was and how he makes his money.

“Porn! You’re a porn star!” exclaimed Kelly with a shocked expression.

“Yeah I suppose” said Daryl smugly.

“And you know from where I’m sitting you could easily make twice that a week….and I could help you?” Daryl offered.

Kelly grabbed her handbag and moved out of her chair…..

“Listen you stay away from my son and leave him alone! you disgust me!” she said furiously and stroked out of the coffee shop.

Daryl sat there watching her walk down the street….

‘Damn’ He thought……. ‘dat ass!’
and he smiled.

End of part one

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