So Here it is, my first story written with the intent to publish.

https://literotica.com/s/moms-nude-beach-gangbang


Story is 1st person POV SOns perspective. Story is about Son and friends, running into his mother at the local nude beach, Eventually his school Bully shows up and mother is blackmailed into a gangbang.

Let me know what you think.

Loved your story about the son & sons friends & mom at the nude beach and cant wait for Part 2
but the other story you wrote on literotica (Bullies Gangbang My Girlfriend) was also so very good and hot and Really Can't Wait for Part 2 

Yeah Discord Nuked my Acct today also

This story is really Good

love the Hot story
but the sad thing is I unlike Kevin (son in story)is he was stronger than i could ever be  to just tell his mom off and leave but i would have just pulled out my dick and just watch them fucking turn her into a slut and hell i would have just jacked my dick in front of them as they did it just to show how fucking weak of a boy/man I'm am

im not really sure where ch 49 starts at
in his books there is no ch 49

Yes, that calendar haunted us for years.
 Finally, that brings us to Brad.
 He continued his affair with Mrs. Hunter all through high-school, although it didn't last beyond his graduation. He graduated with exceptionally high grades and was granted a full athletic scholarship to a nearby university due to his football skills. I heard he joined a fraternity house and reintroduced the tradition of hazing. He did remarkably well and become one of the top house members, as well as a blossoming football star.
 Eventually, after he graduated from college, our paths did cross again. But that is a story for another time.
 As for Vanessa and me?
 Well, Vanessa and I remained locked in a sexless marriage. She gave birth to a beautiful bouncing girl which we named Brianna. Brianna had Vanessa's eyes, but most of the features she got from Brad. There was no way anyone would mistake her for being my daughter.
 Vanessa dropped out of school to take care of the baby (with help from my mom) while I found a job working with computers. All that math homework paid off in the end! It was probably one of the best jobs I could get with no college and lack-luster school grades. I was happy that I was able to provide Vanessa and Brianna the life they deserved.
 My  mom had always taught me that when it comes to a relationship, the devil was in the details. It was all the small things that mattered most, I took it to heart. Every day I'd get home from work around 4:30 and start on dinner. The first couple of days Vanessa would try to help out, but eventually, she found it was just better to let me do it. She'd sit in the living room watching TV until the nice homecooked dinner was ready.
 Then, after we ate, she'd spend an hour or two on the phone talking with her mom or one of her friends while I took care of the dishes and cleaned the kitchen. After I finish cleaning, it was time for Vanessa's relaxing time. I'd give her an hour-long foot massage while she'd watch one of her shows before bed.
 We didn't have sex very often. Actually, we didn't have sex at all. Ever since she had the baby, she said she no longer had the desire for sex like she used too. It's understandable, I've heard of it happening to other women after pregnancy, too.
 She was very sweet about it, though. She put a bottle of lotion and some tissues in the bathroom, so anytime I was feeling in the mood, I could go in there and relieve myself over the toilet. She even put a framed picture of herself over the toilet for me to look at while I came. It wasn't a nude picture of course - what would people think if they came over and saw that? - but it showed plenty of her long legs sexy legs. It was a picture of her leaning against a fence with a huge smile. It was a picture that Brad had taken during our time in high school.
 One day I asked her to change out the picture for something a little sexier - preferably one that Brad hadn't taken - she got offended. She reminded me that Brad had been an important part of our life, and I was very wrong to try and downplay that. She went on to say that if I really loved her, that picture would be plenty for me. And she was right. You see, I never looked at porn. At all! Vanessa said that not only was it degrading to women, but it made her feel insecure. And when you don't look at any porn, a single picture of a smiling girl with her legs showing is plenty! I got a lot of mileage out of that picture over the years.
 Of course, I wasn't always allowed to pleasure myself to the picture. Sometimes, after teasing me up and getting me horny from rubbing her feet or looking at her sexy legs, I'd go running excitedly into the bathroom.
 "Where are you going?"
 "Uhm... You know... To relieve myself," I'd answer sheepishly, the lotion bottle in hand.
 "Oh no, I'm in the mood for a second orgasm tonight, so get back under the covers. You can always jerk your little dicklette later. " she'd say as she'd set the TV up with another porn video to watch: 'Well hung stud pleasures a Latina milf'
 I'd tried to crawl between her legs but she'd say "no, I want to use my vibrator this time, you can just suck on my toes."
 Vanessa loooved having her toes sucked on while she played. She said it made her orgasms even stronger. As I'd reluctantly move to the foot of the bed - my head under the covers so I can't watch the TV - I'd begin sucking on her toes as I listened to the sex noises on TV, the soft buzz of Vanessa's vibrator, and the moans and purrs from my wife as she'd talk towards the TV, "Oh yes, you're such a hot stud, give me that gorgeous, giant dick, give it to me! Ohhh, yes!" and her second (or sometimes third) orgasm would roll across her body.
 It sounds like a tough life, but it wasn't so bad. Vanessa was happy, and that was enough to make me happy. I've always heard that marriage was never perfect - it took compromise, work, and dedication - and I was determined to do my part.
 And don't think that Vanessa was lazy, just because I was doing all the chores and working to support Vanessa and our daughter (it was Brad's daughter, but I was raising her). On the contrary, she stayed very active! She went to the gym nearly every day and had an amazing figure for it! She lost all the baby weight and had sexy, strong abs and a thin waist. I could that she always focused hard on the squats because her ass was firm, round and perfect, and she had those naturally large breasts which looked amazing!
 It made it hard to refrain from sex when she had such a perfect body. Many times after giving her her evening massage, I would get so turned on that I would go running to the bathroom to masturbate!
 Just because Vanessa wasn't interested in sex, doesn't mean her libido was gone. She still maintained that fiery Latina drive, and she'd get horny several times a week! While she never let me have sex with her, she would still let me use my tongue. It was sweet of her to let me be included! If I'd done a good job on my chores that day, she'd let me crawl between her legs and pleasure her with my mouth. I'd become verrrrry good at pleasing her orally.
 She'd taught me just how she likes it and I prided myself on becoming an expert at eating her out. She also owned a gigantic white vibrator that she'd use to assist. She'd put it right over her clit or mash it against her pussy and hold it there while she came.
 And just because I couldn't look at porn, doesn't mean she couldn't. She explained that it's couldn't be degrading to women if she did it because she was a woman herself. It seemed to make sense. So

The cheerleaders convinced us that none other than Brad should be the best man. When I tried to argue, I couldn't come up with a single friend I had. I lost the argument the moment it began.
 In fact, our entire wedding was filled with people from my high school. Brad as the best man, Scott and Josh were groomsmen, Vanessa chose Claire to be the maid of honor with Victoria and Chelsea as the bridesmaids. At first glance, it looked like a handsome, happy selection of wedding members - except for the fact that none of them took the event seriously, snickering and laughing behind my back every time I turned around.
 Victoria convinced Vanessa that it would be more proper - and romantic - if, for our 'first kiss' at the wedding, she sat down (Since she was pregnant and should be comfortable) and then I could lean down and kiss her foot!
 "It'd be such a romantic symbol that he serves you and takes care of you while you're pregnant, plus it would have a special meaning to you two since he really has a foot fetish!"
 Vanessa thought it was a great idea and bought off on it immediately.
 Then, minutes before handing the script to be read by the officiating member, Claire made a few 'last-second adjustments' to the page. I was so busy finalizing my outfit I didn't even notice as she penned out a few words and wrote in a few others. The officiate didn't question it as Claire was the maid of honor, after all.
 She hadn't made many changes... Just added a few lines here and there. Oh, and she crossed a line through my name and wrote in 'Milksop' instead.
 It was so humiliating when I was standing in front of the altar, Vanessa sitting in her chair in front of me, and I heard the priest read off the words. "Do you... *Ahem,* Milksop, (cringe) take this woman to be your lawfully wedded wife, to support and cherish her and her child in sickness and in health, to obey and serve them both without question, until death do you part?"
 "I... I do," I answered reluctantly, cringing from the changes that Claire had written into our vows. I heard the snickering from the groomsmen and bridesmaids. I glanced over to see Claire, holding the flowers up to her chest, a huge grin on her cheeks. She had changed almost the entirety of Vanessa's vows.
 "And do you, Vanessa, take this boy to be your legal husband, to allow him to support, serve and obey you until death do you part?"
 Vanessa was smiling with so much happiness and excitement that she didn't even seem to notice the changes. "Yes, I do!" She answered excitedly.
 "Milksop, you may now kiss the bride." I had to get down on my knees and plant a kiss on the toe of her shoe while she held up her foot. The audience gave a confused applause.
 During the wedding pictures, the photographer - one of the students from our school that worked on the yearbook photos with Victoria - captured lots of interesting images of us.
 "Let's recreate the wedding kiss, so we can get better pictures of it!" He said enthusiastically.
 Vanessa took a seat while I got down on my knees, her high-heel shoe in my hand gently pushed up against my lips.
 "Now, let's get the best man standing beside her!"
 "Oh... kay," I answered as Brad stepped behind Vanessa,  putting his hand on her shoulder. I put my lips back against Vanessa's shoe, still on my knees.
 "Brad, why don't you rub her belly? You're the real father after all, right?"
 I remained down on the floor at Vanessa's feet, kissing her shoes while Brad stood beside her, rubbing her belly while they both looked into the camera.
 *Click! Click! Click*
 "Now let's get one with just the bride and the best man! Aww, look at the bride's big beautiful smile!"
 Since we'd left school, the gang of bullies and cheerleaders grew bored with us. So, after our wedding photos, they gave us a wedding gift. Brad's gift was that he was no longer going to demand daily blowjobs and anal sex with Vanessa. "Her ass is as stretched as her pussy now, so I'm done with her," he said cruelly.
 But, of course... That wedding gift didn't go into effect until AFTER the wedding ceremony... Which meant, every day up until the ceremony - including the morning of the wedding - Vanessa had to fulfill her promise. Usually with Brad, but it wasn't unusual for Brad to let one of his friends have a turn, either. Whenever Brad wanted to trade up one of his players for his fantasy football team, or anytime he needed a favor, he'd use a turn with Vanessa as leverage.
 Sometimes he'd have a calendar book with dates booked out three weeks in advance for who got a turn with Vanessa's mouth or ass, or sometimes both.
 "It's okay babe," she said as she gripped my hand while another football player moved behind to mount her. "They only use my ass, never my pussy," she whispered reassuringly as the dick slid into her back hole. "I-I know, I s-support you," I answered pathetically as she began her moaning while the dick began fucking her asshole.
 Her belly was already beginning to show, but that didn't stop the guys from fucking her up the ass. She was sure to always keep it freshly shaved or waxed for whichever football player's turn it was.
 By the time we were married, every single guy on the football team had taken a turn with my fiance's ass - most of them three or four times.
 "A few more weeks until you're married, then you'll get to have a ride, huh? Lucky you!" The boy said as he slapped her ass and slid his cock in and out of her backdoor, making my fiance moan louder and louder.
 "Th-thank you, sir." My wedding day couldn't come fast enough.
 Brad saved the final day for himself. Less than an hour from the wedding ceremony, Brad snuck into Bride's dressing room.
 Vanessa gasped she saw the boy standing behind her in the mirror. "You're not supposed to be back here!" She said playfully.
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I overheard the news from some kids talking at lunch, saying 'that Latina babe is in the bathroom crying, Claire said she just found out she's pregnant! I'm not surprised, I heard she slept with the entire football team!"
 The news was more than I could take. I felt like I wanted to throw up worse than Vanessa did. I didn't confront her, but the entire day I struggled with the news. Part of me wanted to break up with her - I couldn't raise Brad's child - but part of me still loved her no matter what. Every time I saw her, I swooned (and even felt a little guilty) but couldn't bring myself to talk to her. When I got home, I quickly went to my mom for counsel.
 My mom's face lit up as I mentioned the news. However, when I mentioned I was struggling with the news, she quickly began to scold me.
 "No son of mine is going to be a dead-beat dad! I raised you better than that! Besides, this whole thing is your fault!" I shrunk down, feeling incredibly guilty. Brad had tricked me, but I knew this was my fault. Vanessa was innocent, and I felt like shit for even considering abandoning her. At that moment I swore to myself that I'd love and support her forever. My mom told me there was only one thing to do and handed me her parent's grandparent's old wedding ring.
 The cheerleaders absolutely LOVED hearing that she was pregnant. Nothing could have made them happier. They consoled her as she cried and pretend to care, but secretly they were celebrating. Claire was already texting everyone in her phone to let them know "The stupid cow got knocked up in high-school, how perfect!" That was one less problem for them. They were going to have fun with it.
 When they got wind that I was going to propose, they decided to 'coach me' for the proposal.
 "It has to be romantic and beautiful, something she'll remember for the rest of her life!"
 That did make sense.
 They told me to ask her out to dinner. They had me dress up in my nicest outfit, combe my hair and even get flowers. I showed up to school late because it took me all morning to get ready. Claire led me to the gym.
 Vanessa was in the gym prop room giving Brad a sloppy blowjob when Claire led me to the door. She knocked and the loose door slid open crack. A loud sucking sound filled the air.
 "What's up?" Brad's voice asked from the other side of the door. The slobby sucking noise continued.
 "Go on," Claire mouthed silently to me. I cleared my throat. "Ahem. I wanted to ask my girlfriend something," I asked clearly. The outfit and flowers gave me confidence.
 "Haha, well, her mouth is a little full, but she can hear you!" Brad answered with a chuckle.
 Claire rolled her hand, signaling me to continue. I spoke up quickly. "Vanessa, babe? I was wondering if you'd go out on a date with me this Friday."
 Brad grabbed a handful of her hair and forced her down onto his cock so she couldn't respond. I heard her gag and then slurp loudly.
 Claire whispered urgently, "She can hear you! Keep going! Make it romantic!"
 "Oh. Right! Uhh, I wanted to take you out to a nice dinner, and maybe a movie! Just the two of us!" I felt a little silly talking into the door.
 In between gagging and sputtering on his dick, she responded with a panted breath. "Aww, that's so romantic! I would love a nice fancy dinner out." The sound of sucking resumed, followed by a pleasured groan from Brad as she lowered her mouth onto his cock especially deep.
 Claire mouthed that I should try harder to woo her. I began to tell her how I'd pay, and she could order anything she wanted. As I was listing off things to woo her and show her how much I appreciated her, Brad put his balls against her lips for her to suck and rubbed his thick shaft over her face.
 "I love you so much, babe, and wanted to take you on a romantic date like you deserve!"
 My romantic gesture was interrupted by Brad telling her what a good, nasty little slut she was. "That's right, service my man-meat. I think your mouth is feeling a little dry, let me help lube it up." Brad then positions Vanessa to open her mouth and he spits a large glop of saliva onto her tongue before shoving his cock back into her gaping mouth.
 The whole time he was degrading her I was telling her how lucky I was to have her and would do anything for her. As I spoke the words I knew I meant them - pregnant or not.
 "Aww, that's so sweet, babe!" She'd say before shoving her mouth around Brad's ballsack and stroking his thick shaft above her face.
 Eventually, Brad told her to lay on her back so he can use slide his cock between her "dick cushions." He began tit-fucking her and until he came on her face as I try to be romantic and tell her how lucky I am to have such a great girlfriend, and that I brought flowers for her.
 Brad laughs at my pathetic gesture.
 "All yours," he said as he stepped out of the door, smacking me on the back of my well-combed hair. He glanced down at the flowers with a look of mockery.
 Vanessa already had her tits covered up when I walked in, but she had a big smile on her cum-splattered mouth and pointed at her cheek with a finger, signaling me to begin kissing her face.
 During the date that Friday, I took Vanessa to an expensive dinner, followed by a movie. During the middle of the dinner (which had been going surprisingly well!) where we were all dressed up, Victoria texted her. "Men's room. Stall 3. Better bring lipstick to clean yourself up after."
 Vanessa read the text a second time, thought for a moment, but then quickly excuses herself to the bathroom. I just assume it's to do girly things. Vanessa was in a critical part of her cheerleader training. Victoria had agreed that she could still possibly be a teammate in the cheer squad, even while pregnant, as long as she was willing to prove herself. Vanessa knew this was part of it.
 She slipped into the men's room to find the guy waiting in the stall. Vanessa snuck in and opened the stall to see him  standing there with his pants down and his hard cock in his hands. He had a cheeky smile on his face. Vanessa recognized him from the football team but had never spoken too him. She gulped for