Like many of you here I'm completely fascinated by real-life pornstar moms and the idea of being the son of an actual pornstar. Honestly, it's one of the ultimate fantasies, and even as a consumer, a pornstar just becomes soooo much hotter to me, knowing that she is an actual mother of a son. So I have been wondering:

(1. For cucksons:) If you're mom was a pornstar at WHAT AGE would you want to find out/discover her porn videos? What's the hottest, most impactful, humiliating age for a son to find out that his own mother is a pornstar whore?

(2. For bullies:) If you were able to expose a pornstar mom to her unknowing son at any given point in time, what age would choose the son to be when you reveal his mommy's secret to him? What would be the most degrading, soul-crushing, fucked up age for a son to find out?

I've come to think that 13 y.o. would be probably be the ideal age for me. Right in the middle of puberty, before you have had sex (but maybe some of your friends already have), but are obsessed with it and have of course watched porn already (and of course you have noticed that those porn cocks are so much bigger than yours). In the most awkward phase of not being a man yet, but not wanting to be a little boy anymore, trying to act tough and cool. Being annoyed of your mom all the time. Feelings embarrassed at every little thing. You and your friends teasing each other with juvenile "Your mom"-jokes at school - it's kind of mean, but hey, they are just jokes. And then, one day, while fapping, you click on something like this, and it turns out to be your own mom:

In 2012 formerly retired porn actress Raylene participated in a documentary about the adult film industry called "After Porn Ends". In a touching, emotional interview she proclaimed that her son saved and changed her life forever and reminds her everyday how precious life really is. Three years later, in 2015, Raylene degraded their special, precious mother-son relationship into cheap jerk-off material for strange men to masturbate to. Ensuring her little boy to be humiliated and scarred forever, when he watches it one day. Destroying his idea of her as a loving, caring mother forever and forcing him to view his own mother as fap material from then on, just like that. What an amazing mom!

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Imagine your mom like that, looking straight into your eyes through the screen, saying stuff like "Oh come on, you know you've been thinking about doing this your whole life!", "I wanna watch my son cum.", "Aww, you're such a sick little boy..." or "Jerk it, you sick little pig!" and finally ending it with "Next time you hire a whore, make sure it's your mommy." with a smile on her face. That will fuck you up for good.

I was wondering how old the users on here are? I find it incredibly exciting that these days the internet has essentially given any age group the chance to discover this site and educate themselves on this fetish. Meaning there could very well be high school boys on here, learning about this fetish, while still living at home with their moms, fantasizing about the school jock, their friends or even their actual bully fucking their mom and jerking off to it. Getting off to porn, comics and stories about their moms getting fucked by their classmates, their bullies, their teachers, while actually still living their daily life in that environment. Learning and allowing themselves to embrace this fetish in their formative years of puberty, and yes, maybe even making an attempt at fulfilling this wonderful fantasy at one point before they have moved out of their parent's/mom's place and it's too late.

I would also be interested to know how old you guys were when you discovered this fetish? I'd assume that there are also a few users on here who did NOT have the internet or at least hadn't discovered this forum yet when they began having these thoughts and feelings. That's how it was in my case.

To be completely honest, I remember even as a young child having these thoughts/flashes about my mom kissing strangers, but of course at that age they weren't really sexual thoughts, more like strange images in my head. I think I began having my first real sexual thoughts of this nature when I was probably in my early twenties, maybe like 21-22, but when I discovered this forum I was probably in my mid-late twenties. I'm 30 now.

This is my newest story. It was written with the help of novelai.net, and I want to give @AI_Anon a shoutout for giving me the idea to try it out. Also, I want to give huge thanks to @bloox who took the time to read the final draft and give me some input, advice and reassurance! (He also made me realize that this story does get kinda extreme and has some forced-bi/forced-gay elements towards the end, so warning if that upsets you!) Anyway I hope you guys enjoy it! Feel free to leave feedback/thoughts in the comments.

The Last High School Bullying

Lennard came home with a bruised eye, a scraped chin and a cut on his lip. His t-shirt was torn and his arms were scratched. Andrea found him cleaning himself up in the bathroom and rushed over to him.

"Oh my God, Lenny," she gasped, "Gosh, he really didn’t hold back this time… It’s even worse than before!"

Lennard nodded as he dabbed at the blood around his mouth. He took off his shirt, revealing a few bruises on his chest and stomach. The sight of them made Andrea’s heart skip a beat and she felt tears start to well up in her eyes.

"Oh my poor baby!" she cried, "You're so brave... I'm so proud of you."

She got her son a warm towel, cleaned his wounds and helped him into a fresh t-shirt. He started sobbing.

"I know, baby, I know... Let it all out," she said, and held him close until he calmed down enough to tell her what had happened.

"He jumped me in the parking lot," Lennard said quietly, "I... I don't understand why he does this to me… I… I hate him so much."

"I know, sweetie," Andrea whispered, stroking his hair, "It's okay now. You're safe now. This is the last week. Remember, after graduation, you won't have to deal with him anymore, baby. You won't have to worry about him ever again. It will be a fresh new start in college, right sweetie? Everything’s going to change in college!"

Lennard silently nodded.

"You are so brave, Lenny, so brave," Andrea said, gently ruffling his hair and giving him a motherly kiss on the head, "Okay… Now I'll have get ready, sweetheart. I don't want to keep him waiting. You know he can get very impatient."

"Mom…" Lennard looked at her, wiping away the last of his tears, "Can’t you just ignore him...? Just once... Just this last time... Please?"

"Oh Lenny, we have talked about this," Andrea sighed, "this is between him and me. Besides, it's only this one last time, and then he will leave you alone forever. If I ignored him now, it would have all been for nothing. Do you want that? Do you want him to come back for more? To keep tormenting you through college? And it's not like he is hurting me, honey. I told you, he is treating me well, baby, don’t worry."

"B-But Mom, he didn’t even go easy on me this time! A-and we don't even know if we will end up in the same college-"

"Lenny, he is the one of the most anticipated quarterbacks in the state. They are basically drowning him in athletic scholarship offers, " Andrea replied, "and he did go easy on you before, didn’t he? He also kept it down to once a week, just like he promised. He… He just got a little carried away today because it’s the last time, that’s all… Sweetie, please don’t make this more difficult than it already is."

"But Mom-"

"No more buts, Lenny,", Andrea interrupted and put her finger to her son’s injured lips,  "Please, I don't have time for this now. Can you just help me get ready, honey? Please? Let's not test his patience. Just help me get ready and then you can watch TV or play video games, okay?"

Lennard reluctantly agreed. Andrea gave him one more hug and kissed him on the head, before she moved to the sink and started applying her make-up in the bathroom mirror. He stood beside her watching her reflection and catching a glimpse of his bruised face next to hers.

"Your father is going to be so angry when he sees that," she said, "Maybe we should cover some of it up later."

Lennard didn't answer.

"Lenny, don't worry," Andrea continued, "he won't find out."

"What if he does?" Lennard asked, his voice cracking, "What if he finds out about you and-"

"Then I'll deal with him," Andrea cut him off, "I told you, don’t worry, sweetheart. Okay, what color did Jake say?"

"P... Purple," Lennard reluctantly muttered.

"I see. Sweetie, can you go get it for me, while I finish up my make-up?"

Lennard obediently walked to his parent’s bedroom, opened his mother’s closet and got the ‘special’ box from the top shelf. He picked out the purple lingerie set. He put the box back in its spot and returned to the bathroom. He placed the purple lace bra and matching g-string on the counter. Andrea leaned over and gave him another kiss, the lipstick that she had applied in the meantime left a slight mark on his forehead.

"Thank you, baby," she praised him, "you're a real gentleman."

Lennard silently nodded and blushed.

"Okay, now give me some privacy so I can change into those," Andrea said, "Can you do me a huge favor and pick out some dresses for me, baby? It would really save me some time. Oh, and some heels too. The extra-tall ones."

"Okay, Mom," he quietly replied and left the bathroom again.

Lennard got a pile of dresses and a few pairs of high heels from the back of the closet. He took them to the living room and sat on the couch. He turned on the TV and started flipping through the channels, not really paying attention to what was happening on screen.

"Oh, you're such a good helper," Andrea said a few minutes later, walking in wearing the purple lingerie set he had brought her earlier, "So sweet."

Lennard immediately turned off the TV, turned around and blushed. He couldn’t help but stare at his mother’s body for a few moments, before looking down to the floor in embarrassment.

"Do I look pretty?" Andrea asked with a cheeky smirk on her face as she noticed her son's reaction. He looked back up at her right away. She gave him a little twirl, "How do I look in these, honey?"

"G... Good, Mom," he stammered.

"Good," she said, "now let's see what you picked out for me here."

She went through the pile of dresses. All of them where recent additions to her wardrobe. Andrea had never worn such skimpy and revealing outfits before. She quickly reduced her choice to two dresses: A red strapless dress that barely covered her ass and a blue halter dress that showed off her breasts.

"Baby, which one should I wear?" Andrea asked and held them against her body one after another, "Did he say anything?"

"No..." Lennard sighed.

"I see. Why don’t you pick one then?" Andrea smiled at her son.

"I... I don't know, Mom," he stammered, not sure how to decide or what to say, "I… I don't know what Jake likes."

"Oh, Lenny..." Andrea frowned, then smiled again and said, "Well, you know what? Too bad for him, because my baby boy gets to decide today! That'll show him that you're still the most important to me, won’t it? Now come on, pick one, sweetie. Which do YOU like better?"

Lennard stared at the dresses for a few moments, and then he chose the blue halter dress.

"That's my boy," Andrea smiled, "Thank you, baby! I’m just so unsure what young men are into these days, you know?"

She put the red dress back in the pile and put on her son's pick, somewhat covering up her body, but still clearly showing her purple bra through the large cleavage, not to mention most of her legs being still exposed. Lenny blushed a bit more.

"Great choice, baby," Andrea cheered, looking into the mirror and adjusting her fabric around her breasts, "Now come here and help me with these shoes."

Lennard stood up and helped his mother step into a pair of tall, black high heels with cute leather straps around the ankles. He was used to this by now. He got down on his knees and adjusted the straps. He couldn’t help but glance at her pedicured, painted toes. Another recent change to her appearance.

"Perfect," Andrea said, giving him a kiss on the cheek, as he got up, "Thank you for being so helpful and understanding, Lenny. You are being so good about this, sweetie. I’m so proud of you, and I love you more than anything."

"I love you too, Mom..." Lennard replied. He hesitated but couldn't help but try one last time, "Mom... D-Do you really have to go? Can't you just stay here... Just this one time… P-Please...?"

"Wha-… Lenny…" Andrea’s smile faded and was replaced by a look of disappointment. She paused and looked at her son, who was staring at her in anxious anticipation, then she sighed and shook her head, "Lenny, I can't. We talked about this. You know, I can't. I just told you, you are being so good, honey. Please don't make a fuss now."

"Okay..." Lennard muttered.

"Okay. Thank you, baby," Andrea’s smile returned, "Hey, remember it’s the last time. We are so close. Don't worry, everything will be fine, honey. You can watch TV while I'm gone. Just make sure to keep your phone close by. Jake..." she paused, then continued, "Jake might want me to call you again."

Lennard silently nodded.

"I'll be back in no time, sweetheart," Andrea said, kissing him once more, this time on the cheek, "I love you."

"Love you too, Mom," Lennard replied.

The somewhat wholesome moment was interrupted by some loud banging against the door. Both Andrea and Lenny jumped in surprise.

"Come on, what's taking you so long?!" Jake yelled from outside.

Andrea opened the door, "Sorry, babe," she apologized, "I was just finishing up."

Lennard felt kind of relieved that the door was blocking his view to Jake. He didn't want to look at him right now. Or maybe, more importantly, he didn't want to be seen by him right now.

"Is the little dweeb holding you up again?" Jake asked.

"Not this time," Andrea said, "He was just helping me pick out my outfit. You like it?"

"Yeah, I do," Jake said, sounding sincere, "Very nice."

"Oh, I'm glad," Andrea said and giggled. She then turned around and gave Lennard a wink and cute little smile, "Okay, see you later, sweetie. And remember, keep your phone around!"

"Yeah, I swear to God, if you don't pick up, I will come back and break your nose! " Jake yelled from behind the door. Lennard winced.

"He will pick up, babe, don't worry," Andrea said, "I made sure. Right, Lenny?" she didn't turn around this time.

"Y-Yeah, Mom..." Lennard answered, almost whispering.

"That's right, " Jake snickered, "do as your sexy Mommy says, you little faggot."

"Hey," Andrea protested playfully, "don't call him that to his face, babe!"

"Well technically, I’m not saying it to his face," Jake joked, referring to the door between him and her son, "Whatever. Let's go, you slutty MILF."

Andrea giggled and stepped outside.

"See you later, sweetie," she said, again without bothering to turn around, and closed the door behind her. Lennard sat on the couch in silence.

"You got him really good this time," he heard his mother casually say behind the closed door.

"Yup, had to make sure the little faggot remembers it forever, right?" Jake proudly proclaimed, to which Andrea gasped and giggled, as their voices faded away.

Lennard felt the tears welling up in his eyes. He ran to the window and watched them walk up to Jake's car in the driveway. He could hear the faint sound of his mother’s heels clicking on the pavement. Jake walked next to her with his strong arm around her waste. As they got closer to the car he reached down and firmly grabbed Andrea's ass. He opened the door for her and gave her a hard, rough smack on the ass as she got into the car. Lennard winced and was reminded that it was the same powerful big hand that had bruised his face earlier. He could hear the smack almost as loud as the clacking of the heels a few moments ago. He saw his mother smile as she sat down in her seat and pulled the door close.

He felt a tear trickling down his cheek and was about to turn away from the window when his eyes met with Jake's. His bully was looking at him from the driver's seat with his obnoxious signature grin on his face. He raised his middle finger, then leaned over to Andrea and pointed to the kitchen window.
Andrea looked over and gave her son a weak little smile. He couldn’t help but think that she looked like a prostitute in her john's car. Jake kept talking to her, leaning over from the driver’s seat. Andrea's smile faded and Jake started kissing her neck and fondling her tits. It was devastating. But it was what happened next that truly made Lennard's heart sink.

His mother slowly raised her hand and gave him the middle finger -her, upon his bully’s request, french-manicured middle finger- while Jake kept kissing and groping her dolled-up body. She kept her middle finger raised at Lennard and held eye contact for a few seconds before turning to the side and making out with Jake. Her middle finger remained up. After they pulled apart, she turned back to the kitchen window, still flipping her son off, and silently mouthed the words ‘I'm sorry’ and ‘I love you’ to him, as Jake grinningly started the engine and pulled out of the driveway.

Lennard went back to couch and buried his face in his hands. He cried for a while, not knowing what else to do. When he finally stopped crying, he poured himself a glass of juice and watched TV. Of course, he couldn't concentrate on anything shown on the screen. His eyes kept moving back to his phone on the sofa table. Finally, it rang. As feared but expected, the caller was ‘Mom’.

"H-... Hello?" he answered nervously.

"H-Hi, sweetie," Andrea said. She was breathing heavily, "how... how are you... doing?"

"Uh... I'm okay, mom," he answered.

"O-Okay, that's g-good..." she said, now slightly moaning, "I'm... I'm so sorry, baby. I'm so s-sorry..."

"It… It’s okay, Mom," he said, "I know it's his idea."

"Y-Yes, it is..." she said. Her voice was getting higher and louder, "He's... he's making me... do all sorts of things."

"That's right, bitch!" Jake yelled in the background, followed by loud slapping noises and his mother crying into the phone.

"I'm... I'm sorry, baby," Andrea repeated, "You... You are so brave."

"It's okay, Mom." Lennard said, trying to reassure her. He felt his tears welling up again.

"He... He wants to talk to you, h-honey."

"Wha... What?" he asked, taken aback.

"Jake... He wants to t-talk to you, baby," Andrea said, and without waiting for her son's reaction, handed the phone over to his bully.

"What up, faggot? Heard you cried a like little pussy earlier!" Jake said, slightly out of breath. Lennard could picture his grin right away, "Damn, your Mommy's pussy is tight as fuck! No wonder you're such a skinny little twig."

Lennard hung his head. He could hear his mother moaning louder in the background.

"You're such a pathetic little bitch, you know that?" Jake continued, "Watching us from the kitchen like a fucking pervert. Bet you got hard when your Slut-Mommy flipped you off, huh?"

Lennard closed his eyes. He didn't want to hear any more. His mother’s moaning turned into screaming in the background, "Ohhh! Oh my God, oh my God, yes, yes, yessss!"

Lennard couldn't help but imagine his mother being fucked by Jake. She had most likely taken off the blue dress he had picked out for her. Was she still wearing the purple lingerie? Or maybe just the stripper heels?

"You hear that, bitch?!" Jake asked, audibly out of breath now, "Your Mommy loves riding my cock. She loves it! Isn't that right, Slut-Mommy?"

Andrea kept moaning and screaming. Then there was another loud slap. "Answer me, bitch! You love riding my cock, don’t you? Tell your pathetic son!"

"Ohhhh! Y-Yes, I l-love it! Yes!" she screamed, "Yes, yes, yessss! Oh my G-G-God!"

"Good whore," Jake said, "now tell the faggot what you told me before."

"I... I... I... I'm... I'm... I'm gonna cum!" Andrea moaned, her voice cracking.

"That's," another smack, "not," another smack, "it!" another smack.

"Ohhhhhhh!" she howled.

Then, suddenly it became quiet. Only now did Lennard notice that there had been a constant rhythmic squeaking of a bed that had abruptly slowed down and stopped. All he could hear was heavy breathing and quiet moans of his mother.

"Tell your pathetic son what you told me before or I'm pulling out right now."

"N-no!" Andrea pleaded, "Please!"

"Then tell him what you told me earlier."

"P-Please... I... I... I'm about to cum, Jake! Please! Pleaaase, babe!"

"Then tell him."

The phone was handed to Andrea. Lennard could hear her heaving breathing up-close through the phone again. It quickly turned to moaning as the rhythmic squeaking noises got louder. Lennard's heart was pounding in his chest.

"L-Lenny... You... Ohhh… You are a… loser.. A p-pathetic loser..." his mother said as the squeaking sped up.

"That's right, bitch, tell him!" Jake yelled in the background.

"You... You are a pathetic little... loser, Lenny! And... And Jake... and I... W-we think y-you… you will stay a v-virgin forever... "

"A virgin loser through college!" Jake howled, "Nothing’s gonna change for him in college, isn’t that right? He’s gonna stay a pathetic virgin loser forever, huh?!”

"Y-Yes... A p-pathetic virgin loser... Through college… A-and forever" Andrea grunted in between moans, "N-nothing’s going to… change for y-you in college, Lenny… You… will stay a… virgin loser… f-forever."

"Fuck yes! No girl would ever want to fuck that faggot, right bitch?"

"Yes!"

"And why is that, huh?!"

"N-no... Ohhh… Oh my God!" Andrea screamed, followed by another loud smack. The loudest one yet.

"Tell him, Mommy! Why does your faggot son deserve to be a virgin loser forever?"

"B-Because..." she panted, "b-because he has a little boy’s dick… Because… I gave birth to a... t-tiny dick loser! That's why he deserves to be a a virgin forev-... Ohhh! Oh my G-God... Oh my God!  I'm cumming! Ohh my G-"

She hung up. Lennard sat there on the couch, trembling and sobbing. He felt nauseous. He buried his bruised face in his hands and bawled uncontrollably. He felt so ashamed and humiliated. He cried and cried. He didn't know how long he stayed there like that but eventually heard the front door open and close. He heard the clacking of her heels as she approached. Then he felt his mother hug him from behind.

I’m sure this must have been done before in some form, but at least I haven’t read any mommy bully-stories involving this: The basic idea is that the mom speaks a foreign language that her son/family doesn’t.

So for example: A typical housewife soccer mom takes Spanish lessons (just out of interest or maybe because she thinks it’s important for social/racial equality or something) and then goes on a family vacation with her husband and son in a Spanish speaking country. There she will flirt and talk shit about her son and husband with local men right in front of them, without them understanding what’s happening. Scheduling hook-ups, exchanging information where to meet up and fuck later on etc. Getting instructions from the men on how to translate their conversation to her son and husband and come up with a excuse to go fuck right away. You get the idea, there are many ways to go with this.

Of course this could be done with any foreign language but I feel like Spanish might be the best since it’s probably the most common second language among English speakers. Also if I’m not mistaken there are some Spanish speaking writers on this very forum. But you could also consider adding translations of the Spanish dialogue in parenthesis or something, to make it more accessible for non-Spanish-speakers. But maybe that will ruin the experience, idk, guess it depends on how you do it.

Anyway, I hope this might inspire some writer to try this concept out! I would love to read a story like that. The idea of the son (and the husband) being cut out of the conversation like that while the mom has the freedom to pretty much talk the sexiest and nastiest shit in front of them, making fun of them, receiving filthy compliments etc. sounds very promising to me.

As the subject line suggests, this is a yet to be titled first attempt at a story. Would be happy to receive some feedback.  If you find any typos etc. I'd be happy to be made aware. Also as a side note, this story might (turn out to) show some similarity to the very highly recommended "Conflicted" by cuckson(writer), since it has been a huge inspiration.

-CHAPTER 1-

Fiona had just finished unloading the dishwasher when she heard the front door open.

"Julien, is that you?" she asked from the kitchen.

"Yeah, mom... I'm home..." her son answered hesitantly. She could sense that something had happened again. Over the last few weeks she had become very aware to pick up on Julien's mood when he came back from school. She couldn't believe that it had happened again. She shut the dishwasher and anxiously headed to the door.

"Hey, sweetie, was everything alright at schoo-... Oh dear God!" she gasped when she saw the teenage boy standing at the entrance. His face and his t-shirt were covered in dirt. His jeans had muddy stains around the knees. His hair looked like it had been in a tornado. As she rushed closer she discovered a small cut on his lip.

"What happened this time?!" she exclaimed.

Julien did not respond. Instead he just stood in silence and stared at the floor. Fiona sighed and turned around. She came back with a warm towel and started to clean his face. He winced when she cleansed the area around his cut lip.

"Oh, I know, it must hurt, sweetie! I'm sorry!" she said and gently held his head in place. She handed him the towel to clean the rest of his face off himself. She could see that he was holding back his tears. Seeing him like this reminded her of that one time, in kindergarten, when he had been pushed by a bigger boy on the playground. When she went to pick him up he immediatly burst out in tears and cried for the whole drive home. He looked like that little boy from kindergarten now. Only now the boy was to embarrassed to cry in front of his mom. She rubbed his shoulder and made a second attempt. "Please, sweetie, just tell me what happened. Just tell me."

"Nothing."

"Oh Julien, not again! This is not nothing! Was it him again? Please just tell me!"

"Well, what do you think happened, mom?!" he cried out loud, but then seemed to feel bad for raising his voice at her, and quietly added "Yes, it was Aiden, okay?"

"No, not okay." Fiona said in a cold, eerily calm voice, that signaled her anger. "I'm going over there."

"N-No! No, mom! Mom, please just leave it alone!" her son howled in a squeaky voice, on the verge of crying.

"No, Julien! This is unacceptable!" Fiona responed sternly, as she grabbed her purse and the car keys from the dresser at the entrance. "He promised that he would leave you alone."

She slipped into her short black heels, and opened the door.

"I'm sorry, sweetheart. But I have to do something about this." she said as she stood in the doorway and looked back at her son, who was giving her a desperate look with his dirty face and teary eyes.

"Mom!"

"It's going to be alright." she said and shut the door.

---

Fiona checked her face in the rearview mirror, then reached for her purse and slightly refreshed her light makeup, before getting out of the car. She walked across the street and entered the apartment building. She adjusted her blouse in the mirror in the elevator and got off on the 4th floor. She walked down the hallway and rang the doorbell. Then she rang it again.

Finally, Aiden opened up. His hair was wet and he was wearing nothing but a bath towel around his waist. Fiona was startled but kept her composure. The teenager didn't seem surprised at all to find an irritated middle aged woman standing at his doorstep. Instead he quite blatently looked her up and down, gazing over her modest floral blouse, her slim fit jeans, her short heels and her wedding ring. He smirked and said "I had a feeling that you would come visit today, Fiona. Or pardon me, 'Mrs. Miller'."

"Do you think this is funny?!" Fiona yelled, but then realized that she was still standing in the hallway, and lowered her voice. "We had an agreement."

"Yeah, why don't you come in first? Don't wanna bother the neighbours."

She nodded, slightly embarrassed, and stepped inside. It didn't look as messy as the last time, but still it was far from tidy. Her eyes wandered over piles of laudry, stacked pizza boxes and empty beer bottles.

"I presume your father isn't around?" she asked.

"Nah, told you, he's been crashing at his girlfriend's place. Come in."

She followed her son's bully to the living room couch. She was reminded of how tall he was, as she glanced at his broad shoulders and his muscular back from behind. She wondered if he was going to put on a shirt. He wasn't. They took the same places as last time: Fiona on the left side of the couch, Aiden on the right.

"So, what's up?" he asked, obviously playing dumb.

"We had an agreement, Aiden. You promised me that you would leave him alone."

"Which I did." he answered and, before Fiona could object, clarified "For two weeks."

She looked at him for a few moments, trying to figure out if he was joking, then blurted out "Are you serious right now?!"

"Yeah, I am."

"We had an agreem-..."

"What? You thought that half-assed, lazy blowjob would buy the idiot a lifetime pass?"

Fiona didn't know what to say. She was stunned. She felt angry at her son's bully for breaking his promise. She felt frustrated by his smugness, his blatant rudeness which he expressed so casually. She felt naive for trusting him. She felt stupid for actually believing that she had resolved the matter. She also felt offended by her son being called an idiot. But maybe, if she was being completely honest, most of all, she felt hurt by Aiden using the words 'half-assed' and 'lazy' when describing the blowjob she had given him on this very couch two weeks ago. Had he not enjoyed it?

"Look. You're really are a cute little MILF and I did have fun last time, okay?" he said, seeming to pick up on her hurt feelings. "But did you actually believe that I would leave that little dweeb alone forever?"

"Of course, I did!" Fiona responded, choosing to ignore the insult towards her son. "I wouldn't have... done it otherwise."

"Oh really?"

"Yes!"

"So you didn't enjoy it then, huh?"

"N-... No..." Fiona muttered unconvincingly, well aware that they both knew that this wasn't exactly true. Maybe it had been at first, but later, when Aiden had ordered her to masturbate, or more precisely 'finger' her 'MILF pussy', while sucking him off, she had obeyed without barely any hesitation, leading to one of the most intense orgasms she had experienced in years. Or actually ever. Aiden had laughingly remarked that she seemed to have 'really needed it', while her body kept twitching over and over.

"No. No, I mean, that's not the point!" she corrected herself. "The point is we had an agreement! It doesn't matter if I enjoyed it or not. You promised to leave him alone if I gave you a blowjob, and that's exactly what I did."

"I mean, if you really want to call it that." Aiden snickered.

"Wh-What do you mean?"

"Well, you kinda just licked the tip the whole time."

It stung. It hurt even more this time. Fiona had always been a little insecure about herself sexually. And when it came to oral sex she certainly had far more often been on the receiving end, but on the special occasions when she had given it, she had never heard any complaints. Neither from her husband, Philipp, nor from the two boyfriends before him. But maybe they had secretly felt the same way as Aiden? Some part of her admired the teenager's bluntness. In a way it almost felt like she should be thankful to him for being honest to her.

"That... That's..." she was at a loss of words, while trying to hide her embarrassement from him.

That's when Aiden got up from his side of the couch and moved right in front of her. His semi-erection was visibly lifting the towel from his crotch. Fiona was startled but didn't move. Instead she kept staring at the rising tent in front of her face. She knew what was underneath there. She had been thinking about what was underneath there a lot. A lot. Although she had assumed that she would never see it again. Or maybe precisely because of that. Every day. Every day she had been thinking about Aiden's cock. Aiden's big cock. Her son's bully's big beautiful cock. Every day. For two weeks.

"It's what you came here for, right?" he said.

Her mind was fuzzy. All the chaotic thoughts and emotions from before were fading away. The anger, the frustration, the embarrassement, they seemed infinitely distant now. She timidly looked up at Aiden. He was smiling at her. He reached down and gently brushed some of her hair behind her ear with his big hand. He admired her for a second and said "You look so cute like that. It's okay, baby, you can suck it."

As if in trance Fiona removed the towel from her son's bully's waist. His meaty, large cock flung up as it was exposed, causing her to flinch a little. There it was. Her eyes widened. Aiden's cock. The cock that she had been dreaming of. It was so big. And so beautiful. It was really beautiful. So manly and yet so clean. Somehow she felt even more in awe of it now than when she had seen it for the first time. It was perfect. A perfect cock. She grabbed it, leaned forward and put it in her mouth.

"There you go, you naughty mommy."

Fiona sat on the edge of the couch and proceeded to suck her son's bully off. As she kept moving her tongue around the shiny, thick head of his perfect cock, his comments from earlier popped up in her mind, his remarks about her being 'lazy' and 'just licking the tip'. She looked up at the teenager who was silentely observing her from above with a content smirk.

"Teach me..." she said. "Teach me how to do it."

"Oh, someone wants to be a good slut today, huh?" His smirk turned into a grin. "Go deeper."

Fiona slowly started bobbing her head up and down the teenager's shaft. With each bob she tried to go a little further. But it wasn't long until she reached her limits, since the giant cock was quick to alarm her gag reflexes and she had to pull away before it was too late.

"Don't be shy, baby. You can gag on it." Aiden said. "Come on, go deeper, mommy."

She hesitated for a second. She was both irritated by the prospect of gagging and being called 'mommy' by him. But she realized that this was the 'teaching' she had asked him for, and she wasn't going to back out now. She wanted to satisfy Aiden this time. Please him. To impress him. She started bobbing her head again and pushed well beyond her comofort zone this time until she felt his cock reach the back of her throat. It felt massive, stretching an filling out her entire mouth. She used her hand to adjust for a better angle and pushed further.

"That's it, you slut. Now open wide and stick your tongue out."

It took her a moment to understand what he was asking for but then pushed her tongue of from underneath his shaft, opening her mouth as wide as possible. The cock moved even further down her throat, causing her to gag a little, but she managed to get it under control. It was a strange sensation to feel Aiden's cock stretch out her throat. On the one hand it certainly felt uncomfortable, slightly painful even, but on the other hand it made his cock feel so huge and mighty, and that came with a sene of entitlement to this treatement. It felt like his cock deserved this. This was the effort and dedication a mighty cock like this demanded. It was the right way to do it.

"Yes! There you go, bitch!" her son's bully encouraged her. It made her feel better. She experienced a sudden rush of satisfaction by the excitement in his voice. She was feeling another gag creep up, when Aiden suddenly grabbed a fistful of her hair and shoved her head down on his cock. "Now let's make Julien really proud, mommy!"

It slid even deeper down her throat. It still wasn't all the way in, but it certainly felt like it. Fiona could tell that her neck was bulging. Her son's bully's cock remained right there in her throat for a second, but was then met by a huge gag, that made her pull it out all the way, as Aiden let loose. Thick, slimy spit came drooling out of her mouth. Some of it dropped onto the floor, some onto her thighs, most of it ran down her chin and landed on her blouse.

"Fuck, yeah! That's so sexy, Fiona! Good job, you fucking slut!" he cheered.

"O-Oh my G-God!" she gasped, catching her breath. Aiden effortlessly pulled her up from the couch. She felt dizzy and trembled. The tall teenager was quick to catch her and lean her against his strong, stable, naked body. She could feel his toned muscles press up against her.

"Take your clothes off." he whispered in her ear, after giving her a soft kiss on the cheek. Fiona didn't waste a second and got rid of her spit soaked blouse, her short heels, her jeans, her black bra and the matching black panties. Aiden admired her again and said "Damn, you really are a quite the MILF, aren't you?"

Before she could even respond, he pushed her to the couch and bent her over. She had no time to think. The strong teenager handled her body with such ease. He enjoyed effortless control over her.

"Stick your slutty ass out." he told her. She arched her back and bent her knees. Everything he said seemed completely undeniable. He knew what was right. And right now, she just wanted to fulfill his every wish and make him happy. She wanted to satisfy him. He deserved it. She squealed when he gave her ass two hard smacks, one for each cheek.

"Now spread those holes for me." her ordered. She reached behind her back, put her hands on her cheeks and pulled them apart. She could feel how wet she was right now, it even made a slight squishy sound when her labia was pulled apart.

"So that's where that little piece of shit came from, huh?" he grinned. In Fiona's blurry state of mind, it took her a few seconds until she could comprehend what he was saying. A wave of shock and humiliation came crashing down on her. "Those are some sexy little mommy holes, Fiona."

"Pl-... Please don't say that."

"Why not? It's true, isn't it?" he nonchalantly responded and then, without any warning, moved up and stuck his cock inside her. Given how soaking wet she was, it slid right in. Fiona let go of her cheeks and propped herself up against the backrest of the couch. Her humiliation was instantely washed away. There was no room left in her mind for anything else than the sensation of Aiden's thick cock entering and stretching out her pussy.

"Goddamn, that's tight!" he proclaimed, sounding genuinely surprised. Then quite seriously added "Makes sense that fucking retard is so tiny."

Fiona barely even registered her son's bully's remarks. All her senses were occupied by the physical sensation his cock was providing her. It was completely filling her out. She couldn't come up with a single straight thought, her mind was completely blanking out, while Aiden grabbed her hips and pounded her from behind. The rhythmic sound of their bodies smacking against each other filled up the room. Smack, smack, smack, smack, smack!

"O-... Oh m-my... God..." Fiona's voice was shaking. Maybe it had been a minute, maybe it had been an hour - she couldn't tell how much time had passed. All she knew was that she was about to climax. Hard. Aiden was breathing quite heavily as well by now, still tightly gripping her from behind and bouncing her hips on his cock. He picked up the pace. Fiona gasped and closed her eyes. Her son's bully reached around, grabbed her by the neck and slightly choked her, when she lost it and came. Harder than ever. She felt like she went blind for a moment. Somewhere in the distance she could hear herself groan out loud. Her legs started shivering and lost all their strength. Her pussy spasmed uncontrollably, and with it the rest of her body. She could tell that her juices were actually squirting out of her.

"Holy shit, bitch!" Aiden was cheering, when she regained some sort of consciousness. He had pulled out of her but was still holding up her sweaty body with his strong hands while it kept twitching and dripping her juices over the couch and the floor.

"Fuck, that's so hot, you filthy slut!" he said breathing heavily. "Suck me off, I think I'm about to cum too."

Fiona inevitably dropped to the floor, as her son's bully let go of her. She was flustered but quickly got on her knees and started sucking his wet shiny cock. It tasted sour. He grabbed a fistful of her hair right away, and started jamming his cock down her throat. It went in easier this time due to it being coated in her slippery juices.

"Tongue out, bitch!" he reminded her. She instantely obliged. He didn't push as deep as before, instead this time he started pumping his cock in and out of her throat, while holding her head in place by her hair. "Fuck you look so sexy like that! Keep looking at me, slut!"

Fiona tried to supress a few gags while keeping her watery eyes on her son's bully, but ultimately, in her light-headed, post-orgasmic state of mind stopped fighting the urge and just relaxed and let it happen. This turned out to open up her throat a lot more, as the cock went down deeper during and after each gag. The added spit made it more comfortable for her as well. She had to take a few deep breaths inbetween, and Aiden made sure that she always spat her sloppy drool on his cock and lubed it up with her hand, while she took a break from sucking.

Finally, when most of his cock was disappearing inside of her mouth, Aiden stopped pumping and just shoved her head down, while ejaculating inside of her throat. She felt his cock swelling up and spurting cum inside of her neck. Unfortunately this caused her to gag so hard that she couldn't hold it in any longer.

"Fuuuck! Uhhhhgh!" he didn't seem to mind that she had to pull away. He kept her hair in his fist, but let her head loose, and loudly groaned as he sprayed his remaining load over Fiona's face, while she coughed up a thick mixture of spit and semen. He wiped his cock off on her cheek and then, when the coughing had ended, made her clean it with her mouth. "There you go, mommy! Every last drop!"

Her son's bully picked her up from the floor and put her down on the couch, then sat up next to her and put is arm around her. She leaned up against him. For a little while they just layed there, cuddled up, catching their breath.

"Damn Fiona, that was insane." Aiden said, when he broke the silence and turned his head to give her a gentle kiss on the forehead. "I didn't know you could do it like that."

"Me neither..." she muttered, still out of breath.

"Yeah, didn't think you had it in you. Who knew that little twerp's mom was such a nasty slut?" he snickered. She registered the insult towards her son but was too exhausted to say something about it. Instead she just gave his bully a light slap on his toned chest, then left her hand there and rested for another while.

"You should go clean up, though." he said, breaking the silence again. He smiled as he looked at her and quite lovingly said "You look like a hot mess."