Go back home and try to forget about this
From Create Your Own Story
You are home in a short time, and your daughter has left for her college classes. You are home alone. The day passes as normal and soon Brandon is home from school. He has been beaten pretty badly, with his nose bloody. He complains that a bully has beaten him up.
You look at him for a moment and say sternly, "Maybe you should stop antagonizing him."
"What?" he exclaims in shock.
"You heard me. Stop making him hurt you."
Brandon cries some more.
"Is that going to solve anything? Stop acting like a little pussy and stop pissing him off and maybe you'll stop getting beat up. Jesus Christ, you are such a wimp; you never defend yourself and then you come sniveling to me or your father or your sister about it," you spit.
Brandon sobs and tries plying his excuses.
"Just shut up!" you scream. "I can't handle this anymore. Settle your own problems or keep away from him, but stop going to other people to fix your business. It is not anyone's problem but your own and the more you share the more pathetic you seem and then I have to be embarrassed by you. Just stop!"
Grabbing his nose -- his broken nose -- you pull him back and he scream in his ear. "Don't try talking to your father about any of this. I mean it. Do you understand me?"
He sniffles as he looks at the rage on your face. It frightens him.
"Answer me, Brandon, do you understand me?"
"Yes," he mumbles.
"Good. Now go straight up to your room and don't come down again tonight."
Brandon runs inside and up the stairs and you know that he's done as he was told, as you hear his bedroom door slamming in an angry retort. You couldn't care less about that right now though. Let him sulk. As long as he doesn't do it around you or disturb you for the next thirty minutes or so...
Gliding into the master bedroom, you close the door. Ripping the zipper of your pants down, you step out of them as they hit the ground and yank your panties down. Lying back on Jessica's bed, you bring your hand down to your incredibly juicy cunt and rub hard.
"I haven't been this wet ever," you mutter as you feel Jessica's juices squish. Lying back, you commence manipulating your pussy. Your hand is a blur.
There is no desire in you to even play at slowness as you ram three fingers immediately into your neatly trimmed twat and finger fuck your beaver hard. Repeatedly ramming yourself, almost hard enough to cause bruising, you raise your legs by bringing your feet up on the bed to your ass. Moaning loudly, you are neither cognizant nor empathetic of whether Brandon can hear you or not.
"Oh fuck, yes, come on, cum, you wet bitch!" you scream, almost hoping the neighbors can hear you as a darkness raises its horny head and takes control; this darkness turns Jessica the fuck on.
You grip hard, squeezing your cunt, attempting to imitate the way the bully had handled it. Moving your palm against Jessica's clit, you push your hand down hard, rubbing in an intense and speedy blur, spreading your legs out and then closing them, gripping with your hand as you cum.
But this isn't just a normal orgasm. You intensify the experience as the familiar stirrings start to hit by flashing through images in your mind of the bully hurting Brandon and then you hurting and humiliating him. You gasp as you throw your pelvis in the air, straining in orgasm as thick white liquid flows out of Jessica's twat -- this is how she squirted, when she did -- but that hadn't happened ever in Jessica's memory. You shake, uncontrollably, as the flow increases and then ends, seeing yourself fall back to the bed in the mirror. You are breathing hard.
"Oh my God! Oh fuck!" you gasp as you try to catch your breath, your abdomen rising and lowering quickly.
What the fuck is wrong with me? you wonder as you fall asleep for the night...
The very same words whisper out of your mouth as you prepare Brandon's breakfast. The guilt you feel results in an extra effort in the preparations for breakfast. You want to make it up to Brandon with a big meal, especially since you felt a little dark again last night and would not let him come out of his room and have dinner. You lied to Jessica's husband and told him that you had already given it to him and that he was busy with a homework assignment and needed to be left alone so he could complete it.
Brandon leaves for school, and it is now a little past nine in the morning.
What about the bully? you wonder, and what the hell was his name -- you never discovered his name.
You decide you are not going to take him up on his offer. You have to straighten Jessica's head out. Not only getting off on her son being bullied but then getting off on doing some of the bullying herself, had to stop. What the hell were you thinking anyway, yelling at her Brandon -- hurting him? Was Jessica's dark side trying to put him in his place or trying to protect her lover?
What the fuck? Her lover? Since when? He attacked you. It was far from consensual and would not happen again, under any circumstances.
Jessica's cell phone rings, making you jump -- startling you out of your thoughts. The caller ID identifies the call as coming from Brandon's cell phone...
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| Young-Looking, Pretty Mother |
