Hey guys mentioned this on the discord but here's a relatively short mom ntr story written for me based on my fav milf Danica Collins.
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Edward couldn’t believe it was happening again. He had tried his best to avoid the bullies who had fun messing with him almost every day, but it was all for naught.
It seemed he was some sort of bully magnet!. He never stood up for himself, he simply didn’t know how to do it! All Edward wanted was to be left alone!
The 16-year-old boy had even waited longer than usual to leave the classroom, hiding like a little mouse, before peeking his head out the door carefully.
No one seemed to be in the hallways any longer, so he walked out onto the long, deserted corridor in relief. The moment he stepped outside onto the school’s main entrance, he knew all his efforts had been in vain.
The bullies hadn’t left yet: They were simply hanging around out there, laughing out loud and talking about some big-tittied girl. No, not girl, Edward soon realized: A woman. A MILF.
His mom…
“Her boobs are massive!” Adam Flynn, a tall and bulky teenager who seemed to particularly enjoy kicking Edward when he was down, said. He was gesturing lewdly, pretending he was cupping two pair of enormous tits in front of him. “I bet she loves to have them squeezed!”
“Look, there’s her lame-ass son!” Carl Turner screamed, pointing at Edward with cruel delight, and sneered at him with disdain, “Were you hiding from us, loser? Didn’t want to get your daily ass whooping?”
The boys began approaching Edward, and though he wanted nothing but to tell them to leave him alone or even fight back, he just stared at them wide-eyed. His legs felt like jello, and his lip trembled silently.
He tried desperately to hold back his tears: If he cried again in front of them, he’d never live it down!
“Is your brown, huge-titted cow coming to pick you up today?” Adam hissed, his smirk growing predatory. “We all want to see her bouncing tits!”
“S---sh---shut up…” Edward managed to mutter, stuttering pathetically in the process. He had tried to yell those words with bravado but instead ended up whimpering them, unable to stare directly at his bullies.
“I bet she needs a good fuck!” Carl screamed, laughing cruelly. Everyone at school knew he was a massive racist. Though he loathed timid Edward for many reasons, the main one had to be him being a mulatto. He pushed him harshly, bluntly enough to have Edward land ass-first on the ground. “We could all sneak into your house tonight and fuck your cow of a mom.”
“I bet her pussy is so fucking tight,” Said another one of the boys, and they all laughed cruelly. Edward tried to timidly stand back up, but Carl immediately kicked him in the ribs.
“Stay down!”
When things were beginning to get bleak, Edward’s usual savior arrived. And just in time! He was just about ready to cower into a ball and beg to be left alone, but thank heavens he didn’t have to resort to that.
“Leave him alone, for fuck’s sake!” Mike’s clearly irritated voice rung in Edward’s ears, making him look up in relief. Mike had always been there for him, and they’ve been best friends since they were little kids. Not that they were grown-ups now, though… The teenagers were but 16 years old, and yet they couldn’t be more different.
Mike was white, and though lean, he was nowhere near as skinny as Edward was. He had the potential to become athletic and even muscular, while Ed looked frail and weak. Mike was far taller, attractive, and braver, never hesitating to jump in to help his friend.
Secretly, though, Mike was growing tired of having to be the one to stand up for Edward each time he got bullied. He wished Ed would grow a pair already and learn to act like a man.
Without hesitating, Mike punched Carl square on the jaw, making the racist bully stumble back in pain.
The rest of the group scattered away like roaches and Carl, being faced with someone who actually fought back, decided it was simply not worth it. He pursed his lips and rushed away as well, but not without first giving Edward a look that seemed to say ‘you’ll be the one paying for this, mulatto.’
Mike sighed, shaking his head and giving Edward an irritated look filled with pity.
“Come on, dude, stand up.”
Before Edward could move to his feet and pat the dust off his jeans, an expensive red sports car parked in front of them, appearing out of nowhere. Edward grimaced silently… it was his mother’s car.
Joan, the woman the bullies had referred to as ‘the brown cow,’ was a stunning woman in her late 40s, with curves in all the right places. Her skin was a light shade of brown, and her dark curly locks always looked like she had just stepped out the hair salon. Her body was a work of art: Curvaceous, sensual, and wrapped in tight clothes meant to enhance her massive, perfectly round breasts.
Mike couldn’t pry his eyes off Joan whenever she was around, and his gaze rarely left her stunning tits, her cleavage being his greatest weakness. He loved how Joan seemed to fancy the attention, even when it came from a young teenage boy. Up until now, it had always been innocent enough.
Her outfit pick for the day was, as usual, on point. An ultra-tight blue dress with a cleavage that left little to the imagination, hugging her silhouette stunningly. Her firm and massive ass, her fit stomach, her long and brown legs... It was all perfection, Mike thought to himself. The high heels she wore made her wiggle each time she took a step, making those milk jugs bounce hypnotically.
Edward wasn’t the only teenager staring at those incredible tits: The few students and teachers that were close by ogled at her for a blissful moment. It was hard dissimulating their lust whenever Joan was around.
Joan, however, wasn’t noticing the stares. She was far too used to them, after all.
Her dark eyes were, instead, focused on her only son. Not with pity or concern, but rather with utter irritation.
“What are you doing sitting on the dirty floor? Do you want to ruin your new jeans? God! Stand up at once, Edward! I won’t be buying you another pair just so you can mess around on the floor like a child.”
Edward silently nodded, mumbling an apology and standing up awkwardly. He noticed the way men stared at his mother, and he hated it so much. It drove him crazy, knowing that every boy in school wanted to fuck his hot mom.
“Can we got home now, mom?” He mumbled, and Joan sighed in irritation at his meek tone.
“Yes, yes. Come on, boys, hop in,” She replied harshly, though her gaze did soften when she looked at Mike. “Come, Mike, sweetie, you’ll be sitting in the front with me.”
“But, mom….” Edward began to protest, shutting up immediately when his mother shot him a scolding look. “Alright…”
Edward slumped silently in the back seat, crossing his arms miserably as Mike hopped in merrily next to Joan. This was a terrible day for the shy teenager already, and his mom playing favorites wasn’t making it any better.
Even from the backseat, Ed could notice the way his mom’s big, massive tits bounced each time they hit a bump in the road. It was hellish! Couldn’t she hide them a little bit, at least? It seemed they would spill out her cleavage any second now!
What bothered him the most was how openly Mike stared at those breasts every single day, occasionally grinning to himself. His mom had to notice, it was so obvious! And yet she never scolded Mike about it! It was so messed up.
Of course, Edward never dared say anything about it… he simply sat silently and endured his hot mom flaunting her sexy body in front of everyone he knew, even his best friend!
The car was in silence as Joan turned the radio on. She listened to the host of a radio show she loved, talking to a doctor about the importance of breastfeeding. The doctor was explaining how babies who got breastfed grew stronger and healthier than those fed with formula at an early age.
Ed noticed something strange in his mother’s expression, like she was intensely focused and at the same time, completely distracted. How could he know that this subject had gotten her thinking about a deeply-rooted fantasy she had ignored for so long?
“Mike, dear… your mom passed away when you were a little toddler, didn’t she?” She asked sweetly, resting her hand maternally on Mike’s knee. He nodded quietly, and Joan pouted. Ed sulked further: his mom was never that sweet and warm towards him. “Oh, my poor boy… You weren’t properly breastfed then, were you?”
“No, Joan, I didn’t,” Mike admitted, shrugging lightly and making Joan take pity on the lean young man. She moved her hand onto his head and caressed his hair tenderly.
Why couldn’t his mother act that way with him? Why couldn’t she rub his head or place her hand on his knee? He wanted to be the one in the front seat instead of Mike!
Unbeknownst to Ed, his mom was hatching a scheme that would change his life forever, and there was nothing he could do to stop it from happening now.